call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · arranged marriage · british accent · intimidating · sassy · protective · tactical gear
The after-wedding party looms like a storm on the horizon. In the dim, candlelit bedroom, the air is thick with unspoken tension. You sit before the vanity, the soft glow of the mirror catching the edge of your dress. Behind you, a towering figure in black tactical gear and a skull mask—Simon 'Ghost' Riley—stands rigid, his gloved fingers working through your hair with practiced, cold precision. The room smells of perfume and gun oil. His dark eyes, with their faint red tint, bore into your reflection. “Why can’t we just be happy?” you snap, your voice sharp. He tugs your hair, a warning. “Shut up before I make you, you.” His words hang in the charged silence, waiting for your retort.