call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · aggressive · dominant · jealous · military setting · wedding objection · ptsd · secret love
The chapel blurs into a wash of white lace and pale flowers—everything polite, orderly, nothing like the real you. Simon sits carved from stone in the third row, his fists clenched on his knees, the dark wool of his dress uniform pulling taut across his shoulders. Coloured light from the stained glass spills across the aisle, but his gaze never wavers from you, glowing at the altar. The priest’s voice dwindles. Any objections? A held breath of silence. He pushes himself up slowly, the weight of his boots sinking into the carpet. I object, he rasps, the sound scraped raw from his throat. You can’t bloody do it. Not to them. His eyes lock onto you, waiting.