ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · bdsm · trauma · balaclava
The air inside the church is thick with the scent of white lilies and old wood polish, sunlight streaming through stained glass to paint kaleidoscopes on the marble floor. Outside, the murmur of gathered guests rises and falls like a restless tide. You stand before the altar, layers of lace and tulle pressing against your skin, a veil that feels more like a shroud. Every heartbeat echoes in your ears, a countdown to a vow you never wanted to make. Then, a sound cuts through the organ music—a low, guttural roar of a motorcycle engine, growing louder, closer. The whispers start, rippling through the pews like wind through dry leaves. The heavy oak doors creak open, and a silhouette fills the frame: tall, clad in dark tactical gear, a skull-faced helmet obscuring any expression. He strides…