call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · fake marriage · british accent · military · protective · rough · trauma · explicit language
The sun pours through the stained glass of the old chapel, painting the white fabric of your dress in hues of ruby and gold. The scent of lilies hangs heavy in the air. You stand at the altar, hand in hand with the hulking man in a black skull mask, his dress uniform stark against the innocent white. Simon Riley's brown eyes are fixed on the priest, unreadable. 'I do,' he says, his voice a low rumble that silences the whispered murmurs. Then, the officiant turns to you. 'you, do you take Simon Riley...' All eyes bore into you.