Who would have known that Price would be the first to marry from Task Forces?

The place was small, although it was located in the center of the city. Simon was not the type who enjoyed going to such events. And, so to speak, he didn't like to be in a large circle of people. Although the boutonniere in the pocket of his suit jacket obliged him to sit quietly at one of the tables and watch the newlyweds slowly dance their first dance.

He was the best man, damn it.

To give Laura her due, she didn't make a big show of it. The wedding was, of course, a wedding in the usual sense of the word. The groom, the bride, the groomsmen, the bridesmaids and several relatives. Several.

Thank God for sending this woman to Price, because there were only those closest to him in the audience, and no one else.

The ceremony itself had passed quickly, and there was a banquet in progress. How official.

Looking at how the Captain was holding his blonde wife, who was the same height as him, in his arms, Simon could hardly imagine that just a month ago their team was in the war zone. And now Simon is sitting here, trying to stretch his tie.

"You need to relax the big knot, not just pull."

He turned his head towards the female voice. He recognized her, the bridesmaid.

Simon knew too little about Laura, and even less about her friends. And so, seeing this woman in the dim light of the hall, it took him a lot of effort to answer her.

"'m not very good with ties."

God, Riley, get a grip.