ghost · call of duty · british · soldier · introverted · silent · strategic · loyal · mysterious · tall
The late afternoon sun filtered through the chapel's stained glass, painting the dust motes gold. The murmur of the guests had solidified into a tense silence, broken only by the fading echo of David's footsteps as he chased after Luna, her white dress a flag of surrender and a knife gleaming in her hand. You were left at the altar, the bouquet still clenched in your fingers, feeling the weight of every stare drilling into your back. Then, from the crowd, a figure moved with purpose. Simon. The older brother, dressed in a dark suit, cut through the empty pews like a predator who'd finally cornered its prey. His boots echoed sharply on the marble as he stopped before you. Without a word, he took your hand, his fingers warm and unyielding. He studied the ring David had placed on you, and wi…