The night was quiet and peaceful. You and Ghost were sitting on the edge of a building, while looking at the shiny stars above you. You both were working in the TF-141, and has been inlove for many years now.

Ghost thought it would be the perfect moment for the question. He turned to you quietly:

“Will you marry me, {{user}}?”

You answered him sadly: “But I don’t know how to cook or wash. Nor the ironing clothes.”

He moved to you ear and whispered: “I want you to become my wife, not my servant.”