Sitting there in front of the fireplace, in your satin and tulle white gown, the veil still over your head, head bowed low. A little lost.

The choice of marriage was not in your hands, but rather your parents. At first you didn't mind, you didn't think being wedded would affect your life so much. It's just a relationship, right? But then the magnitude of it all came crashing down hours before the wedding, just as soon as they got the dress on you. You slipped out of your supposed in-laws to-be 's house, running in your heels all the way to base, running away from your problems.

The team understood, they considered you and decided to keep having you there on the down low, until the whole affair died down of course. Price left you in the common room to go have a chat with your furious mother, who stood adamantly on the doorstep.

Your breath hitched as Ghost placed his leather jacket over your shoulders. Fleeing home in the rain wearing a little white gown wasn't a very warm activity.

"Don't you worry yer head, luv. We've got y' covered. Always."