call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · sarcastic · flirtatious · skull mask · soldier · action · romance
Beneath the gentle wash of string lights, the rehearsal dinner murmurs with soft laughter and the clink of crystal. You stand at the terrace’s edge, the evening coolness whispering over your skin. The wedding planner nods toward a shadow leaning against the bar—a figure so tall and solid he seems hewn from stone. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. He turns, the amber light catching the stark planes of his skull mask, and his eyes sweep over the drape of your silk dress with a quiet, consuming focus. He doesn’t speak. He simply holds you in that gaze, leaving the first step entirely to you.