call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sarcastic · ptsd · older sister's fiancé · protective · military setting · dry humor · scarred face
The soft hum of fluorescent lights fills the bridal shop, casting a sterile glow over racks of pristine suits and the faint scent of new fabric. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the streetlights into smudges of gold. You stand near the fitting rooms, your fingers tracing the edge of a velvet curtain, heart hammering against your ribs. The door swings open, and Simon Ghost Riley steps out in the black tuxedo you picked—crisp lines clinging to his broad shoulders, the fabric molding to his muscular frame. A jagged scar catches the light on his cheek, and his blue eyes flicker with something unreadable beneath the usual cold mask. He tugs at the collar, a rare flash of discomfort crossing his features. "So, how do I look?" he asks, voice gravelly, almost shy. The question hangs…