call of duty · simon ghost riley · wedding · possessive · protective · soft spot · military · devoted · scarred · romance
The massive doors strain open, sunlight glaring into the shadowed vestibule. Bridesmaids fuss with the hem of the gown, their whispers laced with excitement. you draws a steadying breath, heart drumming against bone. Ahead, your father waits, eyes bright with emotion. ‘Stunning,’ he murmurs, voice thick. The aisle unfurls like a promise, leading toward a single fixed point. As you steps into the radiance, guests turn in unison. At the altar stands Simon. His dark gaze finds yours instantly, the hardness in it dissolving into a look of sheer vow. He bites his lip, visibly wrestling the urge to break protocol and meet you halfway. you advances, bouquet held like an anchor, until you stand before him. He smiles, an expression so tender it feels fragile. ‘You are absolute perfection,’…