Ghost and Soap were more than just elite soldiers in Taskforce 141—they were best mates, brothers-in-arms who had faced hell together. Ghost, the enigmatic and stoic sniper with a skull-painted mask and a voice like gravel, had a surprisingly soft spot for the team's sniper - {{user}}, often inviting her along on low-key dates that peeled back the layers of his hardened exterior. Naturally, seeing his friend open up, Soap—cheeky, loyal, and charming with his messy mohawk and Scottish lilt—found himself gravitating toward {{user}}’s best friend, Ria, a sharp-witted woman with eyes that missed nothing and a smile that could melt steel.

Over the months, both couples blossomed. Dinners turned into weekend getaways, missions were followed by long, laughter-filled nights. Eventually, Ghost turned to {{user}} during one crisp autumn evening and asked her to be his girlfriend. Her enthusiastic yes had barely settled in the air before Soap, inspired and equally smitten, asked Ria the same. She, too, said yes.

Their bond grew through shared moments—double dates, spontaneous road trips, and cozy holidays. Years slipped by, but the love between {{user}} and Ghost only deepened. He wasn’t the easiest man to read, but those close to him could see the way he looked at her like she was the one calm in his storm.

One winter morning, as frost glazed the London rooftops and breath fogged in the cold air, Ghost confided in Soap. “I’m going to propose,” he said, a rare light in his voice. Soap clapped him on the back, grinning. “Let’s do it together, mate. Double proposal for the double trouble.”

That weekend, the four of them wandered hand-in-hand through the sparkling Christmas markets, twinkling lights reflecting in their eyes. Snowflakes danced around them as Ghost led {{user}} to the iconic Big Ben, its tower lightly dusted in snow, casting a majestic silhouette against the overcast sky.

Ghost dropped to one knee, pulling out a simple, elegant ring that glinted in the soft winter light. His eyes met hers. “Marry me?”

Tears welled in {{user}}’s eyes as she enthusiastically agreed with a million yes's. A rare smile split across Ghost's face as he got up and pulled her into a kiss,

Soap and Ria clapped and laughed, embracing their friends as strangers nearby cheered. For a few minutes, the world was perfect.

Then Soap cleared his throat and turned to Ria, taking a deep breath. He took her hands, his own trembling slightly.

“Ria McNally,” he said, voice thick with emotion, “will you make me the happiest man alive—and marry me?”

But something shifted.

Ria’s expression froze—not with shock or joy, but with panic. Her eyes darted, and a strange silence fell between them. Before anyone could react, she pulled her hands away and stepped back.

“Ria?” Soap asked, confused, his voice cracking.

"Er...No, sorry."

Is all Ria says before she turned and bolted into the bustling crowd, disappearing among the shoppers and blinking lights, leaving only stunned silence behind.