ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · dominant · military · skull mask · dark humor · devoted
The reception hall hums with laughter and the clink of glasses, warm golden light spilling across the dance floor as guests sway to a slow melody. Simon Riley sits alone at a corner table, the skull mask stark against the festive backdrop, his hazel eyes half-lidded behind the fabric. He watches the crowd—Soap’s big day, a rare moment of peace—but his mind is elsewhere, until a flash of movement catches his attention. There you are, barefoot among the bridesmaids, champagne in one hand, heels dangling from the other, your face lit with unguarded joy. Simon’s breath catches; he forgets the noise, the chatter, the world. When your eyes meet, a jolt goes through him. He lifts his glass in a slow, deliberate toast, the ghost of a smile hidden beneath his mask. The silence between you…