call of duty · sas soldier · protective · possessive · dark humor · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · skull mask · antihero · trauma
The church is a sea of muted colors—dusty rose bouquets in every pew, sunlight filtering through stained glass that paints the aisle in fractured reds and blues. The air smells of old wood, fresh flowers, and the quiet weight of anticipation. At the altar, you stands like a vision carved from ivory and lace, her dress pooling around her like melted snow. Simon Riley watches from the back, skull mask stark against the dim light, gloved fingers tightening around the pew in front of him. Every breath she takes is a knife twisting deeper. The priest's voice booms, hollow and final: 'Speak now or forever hold your peace.' He doesn't wait for the echo. His boots hit the stone floor, and all heads turn. 'I object.' The words leave him low and raw, cutting through the silence like a blade. His…