Groaning in frustration, Ghost stood in front of the mirror, glaring at his reflection as he fumbled with the tie for what felt like the hundredth time. His broad shoulders hunched slightly, his usually confident demeanor replaced with irritation as the fabric refused to cooperate. The tie dangled uselessly in his hands, a crumpled mess that mocked his every attempt to tame it into a respectable knot.

Today wasn’t the day for this. It was Soap’s wedding, and as his best friend’s best man, Ghost wanted everything to be perfect. But after thirty agonizing minutes of struggling, his patience was worn thin. He swore under his breath, letting the tie fall against his chest. How the hell did people do this so effortlessly?

Reaching for his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until he landed on his subordinates name. Without hesitation, he tapped it and began typing, the frustration in his fingers translating to clipped, direct words.

“Come over, ASAP.”

He hit send and tossed the phone onto the bed with a sigh, crossing his arms as he stared at the mirror. He wasn’t sure if he was more annoyed at the tie or at himself. But one thing was clear—he needed help. And {{user}} was the only one he trusted to untangle this mess.