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Soap x Reader (Fluff)

As the enchanting melody begins to play on the other side of the door, the echo of every person rises from their seats, creating a harmonious anticipation that permeates the air. The old wooden pews creak under the weight of the collective rise, and the rustle of clothes accompanies the synchronized turn to face the doors.

A moment suspended in time.

Your wedding day.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish resists the urge to move, anchored in place by the thought of this moment. He's marrying his best friend. The doors swing open, revealing a scene that tightens your grip on your father's arm. Your heart skips a beat, and though a nervous smile adorns your face, a part of you contemplates escaping this spectacle, yearning for an intimate moment away from the crowd.

"Woah..." Johnny's breath catches, and his best man, Ghost, smirks, offering a comforting hand on Soap's trembling shoulder. The allure of the dress, the beauty of the flowers, the sanctity of the church—all pale in comparison to you. To him, you are the most extraordinary thing in the world as you approach the altar, your steps deliberate.

You move forward, each step a dance with time itself. The room seems to spin, yet your gaze remains fixed on the man awaiting you at the aisle's end. Johnny, overcome with emotion, rubs his face, wiping away unshed tears as you draw nearer.

Your heart quickens as you approach the love of your life. A soft gasp seems to come from Soap, and Ghost's hand on Johnny's shoulder signals the success of the reaction you aimed for. A wide smile graces your face as you give your father's arm a subtle tug, urging him to quicken the pace down the aisle.

Your father, chuckling, whispers low, "Slow down a little, sweetheart; you're gonna trip."

"I can't, Daddy. I need to get to him," you reply, eyes fixed ahead as you reach for the extended hand that represents the rest of your life. The future unfolds in your mind as you take each step.

Before you draw too close, Soap takes your hand, guiding you up the two stairs. Stepping back, he admires your dress up close, a soft "Wow..." escaping his lips. His eyes light up even brighter as he speaks with tender sincerity, "You look... Perfect..."

With a relieved breath, he turns to your father, extending a hand. Your father, expecting a handshake, receives Soap's gratitude, "Thank you, sir."

"You take good care of her, you hear? I loved her before she was even a twinkle in her mother's eye. You're a good man, don't ruin it." Your father shakes Soap's hand, reluctant to let go, struggling to accept that he's just entrusted his daughter to this man who will pledge his love for her throughout their lives.

"Daddy..." You giggle, bending down to kiss his forehead, "I love you so much, but I'd love to marry him..."

He chuckles, nodding, "Alright, sweetheart. I love you so much more than you could ever imagine."

As he moves to sit beside your tearful mother, you turn back to your groom. Handing the bouquet of lilies and roses to your maid of honor, you see the tears in Soap's eyes, and you try to restrain your own emotions, your hands starting to tremble.

Soap wipes away a tear, his emotions laid bare for everyone to witness. The room is silent as you try to process that this all is really happening. As you stand before him, the weight of the moment hangs in the air, and the world seems to shrink to just the two of you.

He takes a deep breath, gathering himself, and with a mixture of awe and sincerity, he whispers, "I can't believe how lucky I am." His eyes, locked with yours, speak volumes, conveying a depth of emotion that words struggle to capture.

The ceremony proceeds, a symphony of vows, promises, and the exchange of rings. Soap's voice is filled with a sincerity that moves everyone present. He promises to stand by you through thick and thin, to be your partner in every adventure, and to love you unconditionally.

You, in turn, pledge your heart to him, promising to cherish the moments of joy and support him through the trials. The room is filled with the warmth of your promises, and the love that has brought you to this sacred moment permeates every corner.

As the officiant pronounces you as partners for life, a surge of joy and relief washes over both of you. The congregation erupts in applause, celebrating the union of two souls destined to share their lives.

With a shared glance, you make your way back down the aisle, now as a married couple. The cheers and applause follow you, a soundtrack to the beginning of your journey together. As you reach the door, Soap takes your hand, squeezing it gently. The gravity of the moment is not lost on either of you, and the world outside awaits your presence as the newlyweds.

The reception is a whirlwind of laughter, dancing, and shared stories. Soap, always the gentleman, ensures you are at the center of it all, his eyes never straying far from yours.

As the night draws to a close, and you find yourselves alone for the first time as a married couple, Soap takes you by the hand. The stars above witness a stolen moment of quiet reflection. "I love you," he whispers, his voice a soft declaration that echoes through the vastness of the night.

You smile, the weight of the day replaced by the lightness of shared love and commitment.