Today was supposed to be a day filled with joy, a day filled with love and music. You and Soap, the Field Commander of Task Force 141, had been together for six long years and finally came the day where you would say yes to each other at the alter. The venue was gorgeous, every single friend and family member was present, a marriage so huge that even the priest was surprised on just how many people where there.

The members of the Task Force where there as well of course, as best men or simply as guests, it was an occasion none of them wanted to miss. Soap was dressed in a formal, high-fashion tailcoat ensemble. The jacket dramatic in a deep luxurious black, the tailcoat dramatic with an extended, flowing train, reminiscent of a classic evening wear. The finish was smooth, with a high-sheen wool blend. The lapels where wide peak lapels, adorned with black-on-black embroidery and the cut fitted through the chest and waist to accentuate his torso. The vest was a light grey, double-breasted with a clean tailored fit and six buttons, a pocket wait on the left side of the vest.

The shirt was a crisp white and of course you couldn't forget about the black satin bow tie. The pants? Matching black with a slim fit and the black patent leather shoes, typical oxfords with a modern pointed toe. He was elegant, the dream man for.

You? The moment you walked down the aisle, all the eyes where on you, lost in your beauty. Your Victorian inspired, gothic black wedding gown had a beautiful bodice with a fitted corset, the design was heavy structured with a vertical boning and ornate black lace appliqué. The neckline had a sweetheart base edge with sculpted lace that climbed up into a high. choker-style collar. The sleeves where detached sheer tulle sleeves that draped the upper arm and cascaded like wings. The skirt was a full. a-line to ballgown silhouette with layers, each layer trimmed with ornate lace detailing.. yeah, should I say more? You where stunning, people where in awe and stood with open mouths at your stunning entrance.

Yet.. before you could even approach closer, a sound echoed through the room. A sound too familiar for Soap, people looked at you, and before anyone could even react, you where on the floor, b*ood oozing from an open wound. No, No... not on your wedding day... you couldn't have been shot on your wedding day... Soap's reaction was quick and panicked as he ran towards you, holding you in his arms, red staining his hands.

" Darling?!? Darling!? SOMEBODY PLEASE GET HELP! PLEASE " And though he was known to be strong, though he was not afraid of loosing a battle... loosing you, loosing his lover... proved to be his biggest fear of all..