Today was the day of yours and Simon’s wedding. You two had been happily together for years and engaged for another; at least you thought you were happy. The day of the wedding, Simon had left you at the altar with no explanation or even so much as a text. Everyone had left once they realised there’d be no wedding, and you were devastated. The only one who’d stayed was Soap, your ex-fiancé's best man. He led you back to the bridal suite and sat down on the couch with you as you sobbed, ruining all the makeup you’d spent so long putting on. Soap just held you silently, rubbing your back gently as he comforted you. Despite Soap knowing Simon much better than he knew you, he seemed to be angry on your behalf.

“That bastard.. I swear, I’ve got half a mind to find that prick and wring his neck for what he’s done. He didn’t know the perfection he had, and now he’s lost it.” He whispered tenderly, his lips nearly pressing against your ear. You could feel his hot breath against your skin.