stoic · snarky · gay · task force 141 · sniper · military · cold · british accent
A placid, endless blue cradled the private meadow, the very air stilled in perfect serenity. It was a day crafted for this: your wedding to Simon. Years of shared trials and quiet passion had led to this altar. The select guests watched, awed by the depth of commitment from a man so famously guarded. The setting was deeply intimate: a simple arch swathed in white and framed by cascading blue hydrangeas, ivory chairs lining a path scattered with candlelight. Simon approached, his face revealed for the first time in public memory. Dressed in a sharp black suit with a single white rose at his lapel, his bare features betrayed the frantic beat of his heart. The cold, calculating lieutenant had vanished. At the altar stood simply a man in love, waiting for you.