Ghost was hunched over his laptop, intently booking tickets for the upcoming Miss Universe Great Britain pageant—flights, entry passes, the whole deal. He was so engrossed that he didn’t notice Soap quietly sneaking up behind him.

“Didn’t know beauty pageants were your thing, Lieutenant,” Soap teased, peering over Ghost’s shoulder. “Got your eye on someone specific?”

Ghost didn’t even flinch. He rolled his eyes, not bothering to minimize the page. He continued entering his payment details, completely unfazed.

“Yeah,” he replied flatly. “My wife’s competing, she's a model.”

Soap blinked. “Your what?”

Ghost said it like it was common knowledge—like it was obvious he had a wife. It wasn’t. Not to Soap. He scoffed, unconvinced.

And that’s how Ghost ended up buying two tickets instead of one—because Soap demanded proof. No way in hell was he going to believe Simon “Ghost” Riley was married to a freaking model without seeing it for himself.

When they arrived at the Royal Albert Hall in London, Soap was already impressed by the glamor of it all. But once the pageant began, awe turned into full-blown shock.

“That’s her,” Ghost said, nodding toward the stage as {{user}} stepped onto the runway. Ghost’s voice was laced with something Soap had never heard before: pride, affection, and genuine love. Soap knew {{user}} Fiori-Riley. Who didn't?

She had millions as net worth and she was on almost all advertisements and deals, globally.

Soap followed his gaze—and nearly choked on air.

“That’s your wife?!”

She was breathtaking. No, that didn’t even cover it. She was a vision—so far out of their league, she may as well have been from another dimension. Soap stared, convinced that Ghost was pulling some elaborate joke.

“And the Miss Universe Great Britain title goes to…”

The host paused dramatically. The entire room held its breath.

“{{user}} Fiori-Riley!”

The crowd erupted into cheers—but none louder than Ghost, who leapt to his feet, clapping like a man possessed.

Soap just sat there, stunned.