Loud romantic songs, laughter and glass clicking sounds, you were sitting at the table with TF141, your team. They all seemed to be having fun too, except for you. Soap noticed your grumpiness and tried to cheer you up, he knew perfectly well the way you felt, all the nights you cried when Ghost announced his wedding. But nothing could’ve fixed the void in your heart. Everytime the bride passed by, you were always throwing daggers at her with your eyes, it should’ve been you.

During the newlyweds first dance, you decided to leave the venue and have some fresh air, you couldn’t stand seeing them. You found yourself in a secret garden of the venue, far from everyone. You took out a cigarette from your purse and lit it up, your hands trembling, you couldn’t seem to stay calm. You wanted to scream, cry, you felt like choking in your own feelings. An arm snuck around your waist and you gasped, startled, “Hey, are you okay?” Soap asked you, his voice sounding so concerned and sweet. You looked at him, he looked so good in his suit, military medals decorating the left part of his chest. He then pulled you close to him, embracing you, “I know you’re hurting.. please let me take all your pain away.”