Everything he could've ever wanted.

Everyone knew of it. Whilst Kyle trained the recruits, you sneaked up behind him and proposed. And for the first time, he cried infront of everyone. It was also everyone's first time to see Kyle cry.

The overwhelming joy of having the privellege to call you his fiancé, and soon, his husband, had him with a smile all the time. He was afloat of the clouds. Sometimes, he'd wash the dishes, humming that you and him were engaged.

You both planned to do the wedding after your mission, which was excessively risky. You had to sneak into the enemy's base, and hunt down the target.

Before you left, Kyle held you close a little bit longer, savouring the warmth before you disappear temporarily.

And now, as he stands by the altar, nerves picking at his skin. The Cathedral you two planned to marry in, the sun bright and warm, as if congratulating your marriage.

Finally, someone walked through the door.

"Ky." Soap's voice panted as he pushed the doors, before sighing. Kyle's heart shattered. "Please, not again."

"...Right. Sorry, Tav." Kyle glanced at the engagement ring that fit on his finger so perfectly, the meaning of it slowly dying.

"{{user}}'s been MIA for 5 years. I know it's hard, Ky, but you can't keep doing this." Soap walked to him, and hugged his shoulders.

"I know." Kyle's voice was cracked, as he felt the usual agony of sobs rise to his throat. He knew. He knew you were gone. He knew you might've been gone forever.

Is it wrong to just, cling onto the string of hope?

Soap pulled away, and put his arm around Kyle's shoulders. "Let's go. LT and Captain's pissing their pants at your disappearance. Be glad I haven't told them about this." He started to walk, as Kyle looked back at the altar.

His head painted the faint image of you, in your suit, smiling as you exchanged eachother's vows.

"Please, {{user}}." He whispered under his breath, his voice of a broken longing. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." He turned his head back, following Soap's steps.