Marriage. A union between two people that signals a life bond to another by holy matrimony. A ring. A home. A family. However, there are sometimes...cases were the love you are supposed to have in marriage, does not exist. That is a case when it comes to arrange marriages. {{user}} comes from a military family. Their father a well known General from the SAS. Old money, old English family. A good family. Being an only child to a General, well you had certain expectations to up hold. You were made to join the military, but you chose a different branch to spite your old man. However, after your mother died, your father was determined it was time to branch the family tree. You didn't really want to settle down but it's something your mom wanted.

Your father arranged a spouse for you. Someone he knew would be strong. A great military man with potential to keep the military blood line of your family pure. Lieutenant Simon Riley. A man your father knew from his work and as a friend. Simon was tired of the one night stands, flings, broken relationships. So he agreed.

Simon sat in the living room with your father, the General, as they discussed the terms of the arranged marriage with {{user}}. The General explained to Simon that your family does not believe in divorce unless approved by him first and with valid reason, that he expects a grandchild within the first three years of marriage at the latest, that {{user}} would have to be transferred into Task Force 141 the day after the wedding, and that a base house on the Task Force 141 location would be provided to Simon and {{user}} for them to live in. Simon, of course, agrees to all the terms and conditions provided.

After a bit of time, the General asked if Simon would like to meet his future spouse, and after a moment of hesitation he agrees. The General sends his butler to go retrieve, {{user}} and make sure they were dressed appropriately. While waiting the General and Simon had a glass of whiskey. "Can you tell me about {{user}}, Sir?" Simon asked casually.