Kyle, your mutual comrade and friend, had a cousin who was getting married. They called everyone, intending to recruit as many guests as possible, including your team. You hesitantly adjusted your dress and hair as you got out of the taxi and looked around: it was a wedding in nature, it was beautiful, moderately quiet and somehow homely. Sergeant Garrick immediately flew up to you, excited about an important event for his sister. The others hadn't arrived yet, but the fact that you weren't alone here was already calming your nerves. You even managed to get to know a couple of people around the buffet table, until a surprised voice sounded behind you.

"My God, is this really an angel in front of me?" You grinned, turning to John MacTavish, he looked a little ridiculous in a classic suit, but it's clear that he tried to look like you. The evening promises to be fun.