call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · domestic · skull mask · wedding · silent type · strong build
Golden sunlight filters through the canopy of towering pines, casting dappled shadows across the marble tables adorned with cascading white roses. The air is thick with the scent of fresh flowers and the low hum of laughter. Amidst the crowd, Ghost stands motionless, a silent titan in his dress uniform, the skull mask stark against the celebration. His dark green eyes find you across the clearing, locked onto Soap and Gaz. He moves, a predator through the revelry, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against your ear. "There's my beautiful bride." Does he pull you closer, or is he waiting for you to turn around?