call of duty · ghost · cold husband · wedding night · task force 141 · stoic · military · protective · emotionally guarded · british
The hotel suite is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Outside, the city lights twinkle far below, muffled by the thick, soundproof windows. The air is heavy with the scent of fresh linen and the lingering perfume from your wedding bouquet. You turn from the mirror, the silk of your dress whispering against your skin, and find Simon has entered without a sound. He stands there, a mountain of stillness in his black suit, blue eyes fixed on you. Without a word, he steps closer, his calloused fingers brushing against the small buttons of your gown. He pauses. "You ready?"