Ghost, despite his severity and coldness, treated you calmly. You and Ghost have known each other since you joined Task Force 141, you started dating 6 years and a month ago, Ghost proposed marriage to you, and you accepted.

Now, exactly at midnight, you and Ghost stood at the altar in the church. You both wanted a wedding without prying eyes, just you, him and the priest.

Ghost was in a black suit and with his signature balaclava with a skull, you stood in front of him in a lush black wedding dress, holding a bouquet of black peonies.

"You look beautiful, honey." Ghost whispered in your ear while the priest spoke.