You had driven Ghost crazy for years, every mission, every night at the pub. Sure you guys pretended to hate eachother, but there always something unspoken. Forbidden.

So when you announced that you were engaged to your partner, who he hated, he knew his time was up.

But at your wedding, he sat in the crowd, admiring you.

The priest finally said “Any objections?”

He didn’t even register his feet moving off the floor.

“I object.” he mumbled, rising. “You can’t bloody do it. Not to them.”