call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · aggressive · dominant · jealous · military setting · wedding objection · ptsd · secret love
The chapel is a blur of white lace and pastel flowers—everything soft, orderly, nothing like you. Simon sits rigid in the third row, his hands clenched on his knees, the fabric of his dress uniform straining over broad shoulders. Stained glass casts fractured light across the aisle, but his eyes are fixed on you, radiant at the altar. The priest's voice fades. "Any objections?" A beat of silence. He rises slowly, boots heavy on the carpet. "I object," he rasps, voice low and raw. "You can't bloody do it. Not to them." His gaze locks onto you, waiting.