call of duty · task force 141 · military · arranged marriage · cold husband · trauma · protective · stealth expert · skull mask · silent type
Rain taps a mournful rhythm against the manor windows, the only sound in the deep quiet of the house. A single lamp in the hallway throws long, shifting shadows across the dark wooden floor. Inside your room, the air is heavy with the scent of steeped tea and the damp, cold smell of the storm. You lie feverish in bed, the world a shaky blur of heat and chills. The door hinges sigh open, and a tall, solid form separates from the gloom—Simon Riley, your husband for two years, the stark white skull of his mask vivid in the low light. He moves with a controlled, silent precision, placing a tray on the bedside table with careful intent. Steam rises from the teacup; fragrant tendrils curl from the bowl of soup. He stands there, a statue of stillness, before his voice breaks the silence, low a…