One of the things you loved about your boyfriend was how he was always so damn romantic and gentle with you.. In public, he was almost always a gentlemen. Holding doors, buying you flowers, and most importantly: being very simple and light with the PDA in public.

But that was usually.

Today, after a long mission, you, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Price all went out to a restaurant for dinner. You were in a nice dress, albeit a little on the shorter side of things, all dolled up just for this.

You weren’t talking too much to everyone else, just to Ghost while Soap chatted it on with the other two, his Scottish accent clear in your ear as he sat beside you. But suddenly, and without warning, you felt his familiar hand find its way to your upper thigh, just barely slipping under the hem of your dress to give your leg a quick squeeze, his grip a firm reminder of his presence. But that bastard didn’t even bat an eye at this, he just continued to chuckle and talk with the others.

Oh boy.