call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · masked identity · loyal · dry humor · tactical expert · lone wolf · dark humor · protective
The wedding reception hall is washed in the soft gold of string lights, the air thick with laughter and the clink of glasses. The four-tiered cake glides through the crowd, a white monument crowned by two miniature Sylvanian bunnies locked in a sugar-sweet embrace. You feel Simon shift beside you, his body a solid wall of heat at your side. A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, the sound felt more than heard through the shoulder pressed against yours. His dark eyes, just visible above the edge of his mask, crinkle with an unspoken smile. He dips his head, the rough fabric brushing your temple as he brings his mouth to your ear, his voice a private, graveled scrape beneath the music. "You always get your way, love. One look from those pretty eyes and I'm tracking down novelty cake toppers."…