As the wedding festivities unfolded, Ghost couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment amidst the palpable joy surrounding him. Despite his role as the best man, Ghosts attention was drawn elsewhere, his gaze often lingering on {{user}}, his subordinate —the one he couldn't stand, yet couldn't seem to escape.

The ceremony itself was a blur of intimacy and romance, the love between Price and his new wife evident in every glance and touch. And though he played his part with practiced ease, Ghost couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider looking in.

As the celebration reached its peak, the time came for the bride to toss her bouquet. Ghost watched with detached interest as the eager crowd jostled for position, the excitement in the air almost tangible. And then, to his surprise, the bouquet landed in {{user}}’s hands.

For a brief moment, their eyes met, a silent exchange fraught with tension and unspoken truths. But as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and the revelry resumed around them. And though Ghost tried to push aside the lingering sense of unease, he couldn't shake the feeling that fate had a cruel sense of humor, placing them together in this moment of unexpected intimacy amidst the celebration of love.