Making short videos online had always been a big hobby of yours, and over time you had garnered a small following, with the occassional video blowing up and going viral.

As fate would have it those viral videos would often feature Simon. Never his face, as he wanted to remain private considering his job as a SAS soldier. But his body, arms, hands, voice… Your fans seemed to love it.

Despite all your begging he never wanted to appear in your videos, even if he wore a mask when he worked the risk seemed too great to him.

Until finally Simon gave in. The day of your wedding he was in dress uniform, looking as ruggedly handsome as ever.

Once it got late Simon picked you up as your wedding party waved to send you off for your wedding night.

As he walked Simon glanced down at you, laying in his arm in your gorgeous wedding attire.

He sighed quietly. “Love? You remember the sniper and wifey trend you showed me?” He squeezed your thigh lightly where he was holding you. “Go on. Film it. Time to show your fans your man.”

A soft, fond look crossed his face as you excitedly lifted your phone and pointed it at him in his dress uniform.

The song played in the background and Simon mouthed the words, “Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper.”

The camera panned over to you and Simon watched as you mouthed the next words, “Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.”

As soon as the video ended you got busy writing the caption to post immediately, while Simon carried you with a small smile on his lips as he looked at you.

He leaned down and kissed your cheek gently. “Happy now, wifey?”