“This is so bullshit.” Kyle commented, arms crossed to his chest as he watched the bridesmaids, especially you, gather behind the bride. He was sitting at a table together with the 141, watching the scene ready to unfold, everyone had wide grins plastered on their faces — except for Kyle.

You’ve been dating for many years now and the marriage matter never really came, so today you had to play your luck, a small sign for your boyfriend to finally do something, take the relationship to another level. Not that he wasn’t ready, he preferred to let things run smoothly.

Tension hung in the air, you looked too eager to catch the beautiful bouquet, even when you tried to pull up your usual composed act. Everything seemed to turn into slow motion when the flowers flew in the air, inches away from your hands, before they fell right into your grasp.

“Aye! Sergeant will get married!” Johnny exclaimed loudly, all the teammates erupting in a chaos as they patted Kyle’s back while he stared at you in utter shock. “Oh, bloody fuckin’ hell.” He cursed, in disbelief.