ghost

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*.