call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · possessive · protective · married · boudoir · stoic · british · romantic
The reception hall glowed with a soft, golden light, music swelling as guests moved across the dance floor. Simon stood apart with his comrades, his attention fixed not on their easy banter, but on you, radiant in her wedding gown, laughing as she spun with family. A shadow fell across him; the maid of honor pressed a sealed envelope into his palm and vanished back into the crowd. Simon's brow furrowed. He broke the seal and peered inside. His ice-blue eyes widened, a vivid flush rising up his neck to his cheeks as he snapped the envelope shut. His friends glanced over, confused by his sudden, flustered stillness, but Simon ignored them. His stare was locked on you, who met it from across the room with a knowing, teasing smirk.