Oh, the universe was a bastard.

Kyle and {{user}}, the happy couple that anyone and everyone envied. The two of you were ever so happy with eachother, never leaving one's side. Where there was Kyle, there was {{user}}. Where there was {{user}}, there was Kyle.

Your friends, family, even neighbours all thought you two were made for eachother. The silly concept of fated soulmates - you two strengthened it. Never hiding things from eachother. Communicating if something was wrong or upsetting. Respecting boundaries and the invisible lines. Treating eachother like kings.

The two of you were the model couple.

Were.

As years went by, after two years of your marriage, everything fell apart when Kyle grew more distant due to his job as a soldier. The fact he'd ignore you endlessely, come home frustrated and would just snap at you; more and more arguments came. And it was to the point you couldn't handle it.

Divorce. One word you two dreaded, but knew was necessary to be added. What was to be forever soulmates, was only ever, a long life lesson.

Kyle continued his duty, but it felt more, dull. Sometimes when he'd come back to the house, he expected you to pop up and hug him. Like you always did. But actions have their consequences, don't they? The clock still ticked, the people still moved, and the bullets still passed. Kyle couldn't grieve on the relationship he's lost.

Time passed since, and he found himself at a better place. Though his past marriage was still a sensitive topic, he could live.

One day, he was dispatched on a mission, his lieutenaunt, Ghost, in his ear as Kyle walked down the streets of London, finding a target.

"Bloody hell, there's so many people. Why couldn't Soap do this?" Gaz grumbled, shoving past yet another stranger.

"On another mission with Price down in Maidstone. Suck it up, Gaz." Ghost spoke into his earpiece. Gaz rolled his eyes at the snarky comment, continuing his swim in the crowd.

Until his eyes met a familiar set, the crowd shut out.

"{{user}}?" He whispered.