Ghost hated the sight before him—{{user}}, standing at the altar in a breathtaking white gown that hugged her slender, hourglass figure. She looked ethereal, radiant. But she wasn’t his.

Years ago, when she had bared her heart to him, he had let fear dictate his response. The idea of vulnerability, of handing someone his heart, had terrified him. So he rejected her, masking his true feelings behind indifference. And every single day since, he had regretted it.

Now, she was about to marry another soldier—someone else who had the courage to love her openly. The thought alone was unbearable. She was under his command, his teammate, the woman he had sworn to protect. His to cherish. His to love.

The church was filled—Task Force 141, family, friends—all watching as the priest spoke solemnly.

“If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your—”

Before the words could even settle, Simon was already on his feet.

“I object.”

His voice was steady, unwavering. He wasn’t letting her go—not again.