simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · protective · dominant · gruff · skull mask · wedding · bisexual · task force 141
Silence draped the church, pierced only by the priest’s echo. Candles flickered near the altar, but your vision held only Simon. He stood tall in his suit, shoulders braced like armor, his stoic mask fracturing solely for you. His eyes softened, tracking your every micro-expression. As you tilted your chin up, the world faded; it was just the two of you against the weight of existence. You leaned in, noses brushing—a spontaneous collision that shattered your composure. His breath, warm and steady, mingled with yours, anchoring your trembling hands in his. Behind you, your parents sat rigid, their disapproval a cold blade against your back. They despised his dark past, his dangerous life. Yet here you stood, defying them, his hand engulfing yours. The secret of your pregnancy pulsed in…