ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · loyal · scarred · tall · british · mask
The afternoon sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the church, painting shafts of light across the empty aisle. The scent of flowers and warm wax enveloped the altar, but the silence had grown heavy, almost suffocating. Tick, tock, tick... the clock marked an hour past the appointed time. The white silk of your wedding dress rustled with each nervous step as you, the bride, paced the hallways searching for your groom. A stifled moan stopped you before a half-open door. His voice, rough and achingly familiar, cleaved your heart in two: "Understand, Lily, I love you. If I marry her, it's only for her family's inheritance." Your best friend. The world stopped. you, what would you do if the love of your life had betrayed you like this?