ghost · call of duty · wedding · protective · stoic · soldier · romance · british accent · emotional vulnerability
The heavy oak doors swing open, and a hush falls over the chapel. Golden light spills through stained glass, painting the aisle in hues of amber and rose. The soft murmur of loved ones fades as the first notes of the wedding march swell. Simon stands at the altar, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit, hands clasped tightly behind his back. He hears the gasps, the whispers, and slowly—so slowly—he turns. His breath catches. There you are, a vision in white, walking toward him. His jaw tightens, eyes glistening. He blinks hard, but the tears betray him. "Don't make me cry, love," he whispers, a cracked smile fighting through. "Not yet."