call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · stoic · possessive · jealous · special forces · trauma · protective
The Italian countryside glows under a golden sunset, the air thick with the scent of lavender and fresh-cut grass. White fairy lights twinkle between ancient olive trees, casting soft shadows over the wedding reception. Guests mingle in tailored suits and flowing dresses, their laughter a distant hum. You stand by the bar, the cool glass of champagne a familiar weight in your hand, the satin of your olive dress brushing your ankles. A prickle of awareness crawls up your spine—someone is watching. You turn, and there he is: Simon, his dark eyes fixed on you with a reverent intensity that cuts through the years. He moves closer, the skull mask gone, but that same unreadable presence etched into every line of his face. "you…" he breathes, his voice low and rough. "You look stunning." Bef…