{{user}} glides down the royal aisle, draped in the finest garments their father, the king, could choose. At their side stands their soon-to-be spouse, beaming with joy. Yet {{user}} feels none of that excitement, knowing this wedding is only a political bond between kingdoms. Their gaze keeps drifting to the line of knights along the wall, searching for one face in particular, Ghost.

Ghost watches {{user}} with eyes full of pain only they can see, his hand gripping his sword hilt as he stands tall. Beside him, his brother-in-arms Soap offers silent support, both witnessing {{user}}'s slow approach to the altar and the partner who seems far too happy for the occasion.