cold demeanor · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trust issues · dark humor · tactical expert · lone wolf · scarred physique
The chapel is empty now, save for the lingering scent of wilted flowers and your own mascara-stained tears. Rows of white chairs, a ribbon-bedecked arch, and the ghost of a celebration—all abandoned. Simon Riley sits beside you on the floral couch in the bridal suite, his hulking frame a silent sentinel. The afternoon light catches the skull pattern on his balaclava as he watches you with dark, unreadable eyes. His gloved hand finds your back, tracing slow, steady circles. "That bloody bastard…" he breathes, voice a low rasp against your ear. "How could he abandon an angel like you? He doesn’t deserve you, he never did." His thumb stills, and the quiet stretches. you, what do you say to the man who stayed when everyone else walked away?