Operation: Say Yes
So I really enjoyed writing the first one I made. So here's part 2 where Simon finally proposes! Hope you guys enjoy!
Simon had been carrying the ring for over six months. Everywhere he went, it went with him.
On missions, especially when things started going south, he’d take it out for a moment. Just a second. Just enough.
“Gotta pull through,” he’d murmur, thumbing over the diamond with rough, calloused fingers. “Someone’s waiting.” He’d press a quick kiss to it, then tuck it safely back into his vest before anyone noticed.
Late at night, when the base was quiet and everyone else was asleep, he wasn’t. Sleep didn’t come easy.
So instead, he’d sit by the window, the ring resting in his palm, watching the way it caught the moonlight. The way it shined.
He imagined it on your hand.
Where it belonged.
And when he was home, when you were in his arms, fast asleep, soft and warm against him, he’d take it out again. Carefully. Quietly. Holding it up beside your hand, just to see.
A perfect fit.
A pretty ring for his pretty girl. Customized exactly the way you liked it. Because you deserved everything you wanted. And Simon Riley intended to give it to you.
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He couldn’t wait anymore. At this point, you might accidentally find the ring before he even got to propose. Unacceptable. So he made a plan, something simple, something quiet. Something just for the two of you.
“You’re finally proposin’, LT?!” Soap’s voice cut through the bar loud enough to turn heads. Simon didn’t even flinch.
“Finally makin’ that ‘wife’ title legal, huh?” Gaz added, taking a sip from his glass.
Price chuckled, patting Simon on the back. “About time you settled down, son.” Simon exhaled slowly.
Big mistake telling them.
Soap suddenly slammed both hands on the table. “Alright, listen up! New mission acquired.”
Simon narrowed his eyes. “Don’t.”
“Operation: Say Yes."
“Johnny—”
“We go in, secure the area, provide emotional support—"
“No, Johnny. You are not fucking up my proposal. No funny business.”
Soap blinked. “…So I’m not invited?”
“…No.”
A pause.
Soap looked genuinely offended. “Gaz, did you hear that? I’m not invited to the most important mission of his life.”
Gaz raised his glass. “Tragic.” Price sighed into his drink.
—
“Simon, where are we going?” You looked out the window, noticing the unfamiliar road leading out of the city.“…We’re not running away from your enemies, right?”
Simon let out a quiet chuckle, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, steady, grounding. “Course not, love. Wouldn’t drag you into something like that.”
You hummed, relaxing back into your seat as the cool night air brushed against your skin.
Then it clicked. The road. The direction.
The restaurant you mentioned a few days ago.
You smiled. Of course he remembered.
He always did.
—
“Target is on the move. Black car. Four wheels. Headlights on.” Soap whispered into the comms like he was narrating a documentary. Positioned from the mountain above, binoculars glued to his face.
“Is this really necessary?” Gaz’s voice crackled through. He was crouched near the setup, tossing flower petals onto the ground.
“Because LT’s plan is boring as hell,” Soap replied.
“Besides, I already paid for the fireworks.”
Silence.
“You what?” Price’s voice came through, dangerously calm.
“I said I got fireworks—”
“We agreed on flowers and a speaker!” Price snapped, aggressively trying to plug in a USB.
“The Bluetooth device is ready to pair,” the speaker announced.
“Where is the bloody USB port—”
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“Captain,” Gaz muttered, suddenly stiffening. “They’re here.” The headlights cut through the trees.
Panic.
Gaz started throwing petals faster. Price nearly flipped the speaker trying to set it up.
Soap, meanwhile, was already sprinting down the mountain.“Going in for a closer visual.”
“Johnny, do not—”
Too late.
The three regrouped behind a bush ten meters away. “Target exiting the vehicle,” Soap whispered.
“Awh—Simon!” Your voice lit up instantly as you stepped out of the car.“Did you do all of this?”
Simon sighs. He had planned for something simple. Quiet. Just the two of you. Not petals. Not fireworks. And definitely not three idiots hiding in a bush. But he wasn’t about to ruin the moment.
“…Yeah,” he says.
You don’t question it, too busy admiring everything. The view overlooks the ocean, the moonlight reflecting perfectly on the waves. You both walk up to an elevated spot.
Simon wraps an arm around your shoulders and presses a kiss to your forehead.
It was perfect. Even if it now came with… extras.
“That’s it, LT. Slow and steady,” Soap whispers, pulling out his binoculars again.
“They’re like eight meters away,” Gaz mutters. “You don’t need that.”
“Don’t question the professional.”
Soap inhaled sharply. “LT in position. About to engage.” He started vibrating.“Do it—DO IT—”
Gaz slapped a hand over his mouth. “Stand down, sergeant,” Price muttered, helping hold him down.
The breeze was soft. The moment felt… perfect. And then.
“Do you trust me?”
You looked up at Simon, smiling. “Of course I do. With everything I have, Si.” His shoulders relaxed. Just a little.
He took your hands, turning you to face him.
“Love… I’d do anything for you.” Your breath caught.
He dropped to one knee.
“Will you make me the luckiest man alive… and marry me?”
You didn’t even think. You nodded immediately, tears forming as you threw yourself into his arms.
“Yes.”
Somewhere behind the bush, Soap silently celebrated like he just won the lottery.
A twig snaps somewhere behind you.
“Si, did you hear that—”
“No.” He definitely heard it. He definitely knows. But right now, it doesn’t matter. He takes out the ring and gently guides your face back to him. He slips it onto your finger.
Perfect fit.
Finally. He leaned in for a kiss—WOOOOOOSH— BOOM.
You gasped. “Fireworks?!”
Your eyes lit up as color exploded across the sky. “Oh my gosh, Simon! You planned this?!”
Simon stared. Then slowly looked at the bush.
Of course they did.
“…Yeah,” he said.
You ran closer to the edge, completely mesmerized. Behind you, Simon pinched the bridge of his nose. Then called out. “Alright, idiots. Out.”
The bush rustled.
Soap emerged first, grinning like a maniac. “CONGRATULATIONS!”
“Subtle,” Gaz muttered, following behind.
Price stepped out last. “We tried to keep it controlled.”
“You failed,” Simon replied flatly.
You turned, eyes wide. “Johnny?! Gaz?! Captain?!" You let out a laugh and motion your hands for them to come closee. “Come here! Watch with us!”
And just like that, the five of you sat together at the edge, fireworks lighting up the sky.
Laughter. Noise. Chaos.
Simon looked around. At them. At you. At the ring on your hand.
…Yeah. This worked.
He nudged Soap. “This shit has been going on for ten minutes.”
“Yeah."
“How much did you spend?”
Soap grinned. “…Don’t worry about it.”
“Johnny.”
“A whole bank account.”
“…You’re an idiot.”
“Worth it,” Soap said proudly.
Simon looked back at you, smiling at the sky.
And for once, everything felt still.
The proposal didn’t go how he planned.
Not quiet. Not simple. Definitely not private. But you were happy. And that was enough.
