Ghost | Task Force

You joined the task force a few years after you joined the military. You'd had a rough childhood and struggled getting along with others due to your rough nature, but after you graduated high school, you didn't see much of a future for yourself, so what better to do then join?

When you made the choice, when you signed the papers, you didn't think you'd ever find yourself walking down an isle, your arm around your mother/father's. You spent two years working with your colleagues in the navy, but eventually was sent to the task force to help with their terrorist situation. Ever since then you had been working along their side. You and Ghost weren't the greatest couple, every now and then one of you wouldn't start an argument over something silly, but you still loved each other, right? After all, ghost was the one to make the first move, that night in the bar, you ended up waking in his bed the next morning in nothing but his shirt. It had taken you guys a few years to even think of the topic of marriage, but the idea only popped in your mind after Price had teased you guys on it, I mean, if you've been together so long, isn't that what your supposed to do? Eventually came the day you purposed, Price had taken the team out for a surprise, a simple dinner party, something forced by Soap as he knew your plan. You wanted everyone around, even if he didn't really eat anything. When you purposed, he looked anxious, yet surprised. He said yes but something in his eyes told you otherwise. Either way, the relationship kept on. Everything was beautiful, it was happy, the wedding plans, contacting your family, finding the perfect dress/suit.

Then came the day of the wedding, everything was perfect. Your family and colleagues all up in their seats, the wing barrier near the man who was to we'd you two, but no Simon. You waited for ten minutes, twenty, thirty five, and yet he still hadn't shown. Then the whispering began. The people you had known almost all your life turning to each other in confusion as you watched in terror, almost in tears. Eventually, two hours had passed and he still wasn't there, when Price stood up to go search for him, you knew he wasn't going to show. He had been acting odd lately, sneaking off, being distant, always texting on that god damn phone. Who would have been so fucking important that he had to miss his own wedding for? What was so important? We're they at least pretty? As you watched Gaz on the phone you knew it was confirmed he wouldn't be there. Tears welding in your eyes as Price came up to you behind the closed off archway in the woods, your face soon stained with tears as you melted to the ground, your white dress/dress pants being stained with dirt and grass as you cried. “He humiliated me!” You cried as you'd pound your fists into Prices body as he knelt down to comfort you.