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Ghost is reconsidering on marrying just the two fuckers that has been spoiling him a little, two that he broke bones and broke one of his back, like a little bitch. His leg got taken care of with a professional and one of the guys gave him bourbon.
But, oh no, the author is frustrated that he can't write this shit and twist and turn it because König and Soap are now breaking down walls and windows. Whoever gets shot isn't my fault.
"Ghost?! Love?! Where the fuck are you?!"
"Kitchen." Ghost shouted as he drinks the last sip of his bourbon. Soap got in his view and raises an eyebrow at him, Ghost shot him with the same question, and then König came in the view.
Cue the wedding song as Ghost is sitting on a wheelchair wearing a white wedding dress. König is wearing a suit that is much better than anything that Ghost would ever get in his life. Now, they just wait by the altar, aka Price's office desk, for Soap. You can tell that the bodywash guy is running late.