Simon woke up with a pounding head. Slowly opening his eyes, he couldn't make out much. Last night, Simon and the squad landed in Vegas. After a successful mission, they had a stop in Vegas. Soap and Gaz suggested hitting up a bar, and the rest is history. He couldn't remember anything, the last memory was the squad taking shots, for once Simon let loose.

Now, he was lying lying in a bed in a dark room, sunrays peeking through closed curtains. Groaning as he tries to move, he stirs slightly only to hear a small quiet groan next to him, then he notices something. Or someone.

He could make out your form sleeping next to him, cuddled into his side. Your head resting on his shoulder and your hand on his chest. Your hand, except this time, it had a big fat diamond ring. And suddenly, Simon could feel a wedding bang on his ring finger too.