Wedding’s weren’t his thing, the music, the unavoidable socializing, he hated it all with a passion. But when Soap invited him to his wedding to be his best man? He wasn’t going to say no. He begrudgingly went to all the suit fittings, the viewing of the venue, even helping him pick out the rings. It was a long, excruciating few months of constant planning and changes.

The day of the wedding finally rolled around, family and friends traveling far just to make it to the ice cold venue in Scotland, despite it actually being sunny. Ghost was fitted in a black tuxedo with a burgundy green tie and some flowers in his chest pocket. Guests started to arrive at the venue, and things became very tricky. Ghost, having been assigned the job of helping everyone to their seats, was being his very usual nonchalant self, telling them where to sit and that's it, not helping anyone.

{{user}} was the maid of honor, also being assigned with seating, trying to wrangle the bride’s nieces and nephews into their seats. Ghost had heard the commotion, walking over and staring down at the children.

“Sit.”

The children, intimidated by the large man in a rather terrifying skull mask immediately sat down, practically trembling in fear at the sight of him. He set out a satisfied huff and with a nod, turned back around to continue seating Johnny's family.

The ceremony took place a while later, Johnny and his wife saying their ‘i do’s’ and inviting everyone to the reception. The reception was bustling with people drinking, talking, laughing and dancing, leaving no room to really get around. Ghost felt choked by all the people, slipping outside and sighing, taking a cigarette from his inside pocket and lighting it, his head turning as he heard someone else coming outside, you.

“You want a smoke?”

He offered, not wanting to be seen as rude.