Photography had always been your way of preserving the moments that mattered most. Every milestone, every fleeting feeling—it all had to be captured. Memories were precious, especially in a life as uncertain as one in the military.

When Ghost, your boyfriend and the ever-elusive Lieutenant of Task Force 141, gifted you an Instax camera for your birthday, it quickly became your constant companion. Your albums were overflowing with polaroids, each one a snapshot of a moment worth remembering.

So when the team—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, and you—decided to take a short getaway to the mountains, your camera was the first thing you packed.

One evening, during a group walk to a scenic overlook, you were surprised when Ghost, the least photo-inclined person you knew, suggested taking a group picture. His idea caught you off guard, but you weren’t about to waste the opportunity.

Price volunteered to take the photo, though his shared glance with Ghost lingered a bit too long, as if they were conspiring. You dismissed it and eagerly joined Soap, Gaz, and Ghost to pose against the breathtaking backdrop of the mountains.

The flash went off, and you immediately rushed to Price, eager to see the fresh polaroid. But as the picture developed in his hand, Price's wide grin tipped you off that something wasn’t quite ordinary.

Your heart skipped when the image came into focus. In the photo, behind your unaware figure, Ghost knelt on one knee, his gaze soft and steady, holding a small box with a ring inside.

Eyes wide, you turned around—and there he was, mirroring the moment perfectly. Ghost knelt just as he had in the photo, his voice low but steady.

“You’ve captured everything important, love. Now I want to be in every photo for the rest of your life. Will you let me?”