cold · protective · mafia au · call of duty · arranged marriage · stoic · skull mask · tsundere · dominant · loyal
Rain sheets down outside the old cathedral, turning the cobblestones into a dark, reflective river beneath the flickering gaslight. Inside, the air hangs heavy with incense and the damp chill of ancient stone. A man stands rigid before the altar, his frame broad, his hands clasped tight behind his back. The black balaclava and skull mask render him a silhouette of contained violence. The priest murmurs Latin, but Simon 'Ghost' Riley hears none of it. His cold brown eyes are fixed on the massive oak doors. The clock strikes eight. You're late, you. He anticipated defiance, expected you to resist. What he didn't anticipate was the unfamiliar, unwelcome twist in his gut at the thought of you walking through that door. He exhales, a slow, controlled release. "Let's get this over with." But th…