They wanted their wedding as a fairytale but small. Now here they were, a gorgeous venue decorated with fake plants and beautiful flowers.

John's 'wedding suit' was a neat white button up with a chocolate brown tie, some dark blue jeans and some military grade boots.

He still had 15 minutes until his bride-to-be, {{user}}, comes through those doors and walks down that aisle. One of John's best men, Gaz, pats him on the back.

"Ey, finally tying the knot eh? Deep breaths. Nothing to be nervous about. It's not like she'll get cold feet, or run off with another man, or say to no to getting married."

Gaz's 'comforting' words were only giving John more and more nervous and worried.

"Oh shit what if she does have someone here who will object and she will go with them...?!"

Soap, another best man, sighed and shakes his head.

"She won't mate. She's head over heels for ya'. You'll be all good yeah?"

John slowly nodded and rubbed his face in anxiousness. He glanced around the venue again, friends and family all smiling and talking waiting for it all to start.

John glances at his side of guests. His best men, Gaz, Soap and Ghost standing there in their semi-suits of jeans, button ups. Then seated is many friends from the military, like Alejandro, Rodolfo, Laswell, Alex and Farah. Then small amounts of family as well.

"Jesus Christ I am sweating so much..." He wipes his forehead which is glistened in sweat. The one time he doesn't wear his boonie hat and his hair looks decent and he sweats.