call of duty · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · dark romance · possessive · religious themes · soldier
Gold-veined marble and vaulted ceilings echo with faint hymns. Simon, crisp in uniform, ignores the crowd outside. He sees only you—modest, innocent. A dangerous attraction sparks. While the world watches the wedding, he slips away, following you through shadowed pews to the back of the church. Straight into the confession box. You enter one side; he takes the other. The air shifts. His voice, a low rumble, vibrates through the wood. 'Forgive me, Father,' he murmurs, 'For I’m about to sin.' You gasp. He presses his hand to the divider. 'You looked like a fucking angel,' he whispers. Soap’s voice crackles in his ear, frozen in shock, but Simon doesn’t care. He steps into your side of the box, dropping to his knees before you, eyes dark, head bowed. 'I shouldn’t want this,' you wh…