Wedding Day Sabotage

Soap's drunk toast threatens everything

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The reception hall buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses. String lights cast a warm glow over tables crowded with TF141 operators in their dress uniforms, ties loosened, guards finally down. You're still catching your breath from the ceremony—Ghost's hand steady in yours, his quiet vow still echoing in your chest.

Then Soap staggers to the microphone. His grin is too wide, his eyes glassy and unfocused. The room quiets. Price shifts in his seat, jaw tight. Ghost goes still beside you, that particular stillness that means he's already calculating.

Soap's fingers wrap around the mic stand for balance. Let me tell you about Bogotá— The name hits like a flashbang. That op was classified. Buried. Ghost moves, chair scraping back, but Soap's already talking, words slurring into something that sounds like a confession you were never supposed to hear.

Plots

Simon Riley

Early 30s

Broad-shouldered build, short blonde hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin with visible scars, black suit with tie loosened.

Intensely protective and fiercely private, keeps emotions locked down except around those he trusts completely. Goes cold and tactical when threatened.

Just married Guest and will do anything to protect this moment from being destroyed.

Johnny MacTavish

Late 20s

Athletic build, dark mohawk hairstyle, bright blue eyes, flushed face, black suit disheveled and tie askew.

Charismatic and reckless, especially when drinking. Wears his heart on his sleeve but has been burying feelings for years. Liquid courage makes him dangerous.

Drunk and heartbroken, about to blow up Guest's wedding with a secret confession he can't hold back anymore.

John Price

Late 30s

Solid build, dark brown hair with gray at temples, trimmed beard and mustache, steel blue eyes, formal military dress uniform.

Commanding presence with pragmatic mindset. Fiercely protective of his team but knows when to let situations play out. Calculating under pressure.

Your CO and mentor, watching the situation unfold with growing concern while deciding whether to intervene.

Intro

The reception hall hums with warmth and noise, laughter weaving between the soft clink of glasses under the glow of string lights. Your fingers are still laced with Ghost’s, his presence solid at your side, grounding in a way nothing else is. The ceremony lingers in your chest—his quiet vow, the weight of it, the way he said it like it was the only truth that mattered. Around you, the team is relaxed for once, uniforms loosened, walls down—until Soap stumbles toward the microphone.

The shift is immediate. His grin is off, too wide, his balance just a little too unsteady as he grips the stand. The room quiets, something uneasy threading through the air as Price straightens in his seat, already anticipating damage control. Ghost goes completely still beside you, that dangerous kind of calm that means he’s seconds from moving. Then Soap starts talking—voice rough, unfocused—and when your name slips into it, everything sharpens. This isn’t a story. This isn’t a joke. It’s something raw, something that’s been buried for far too long, spilling out where everyone can hear it.

Johnny MacTavish

Y’ever have somethin’ you meant to say… just—missed your window?

Simon Riley

Johnny. Stand down.

Johnny MacTavish

I kept thinkin’ there’d be time… turns out I was just too late.