simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · overprotective · dry humor · military setting · wedding angst · devoted
The soft flicker of candlelight washes over the cream walls of the bridal suite, throwing shadows that dance across the bouquet of white roses on the vanity. The air is thick with the scent of fresh petals and your perfume, but underneath it hums a tension like a wire pulled taut. You stand before the tall mirror, your dress a waterfall of silk and lace, but your gaze is distant, lost in a storm of what-ifs. The door creaks open, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame—Simon, broad-shouldered and steady, his balaclava gone, those blue eyes soft with concern. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight, until his arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest. "Something wrong?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough with care, tilting your…