John and you had a rather interesting relationship.

It started when you transferred to the 141. Immediately you two were drawn to each other, but it played out in stupid rivalries and challenges. Everyone knew you two were in love, but neither of you would admit it. You challenged him like no other, there was no feeling that could reach the rush he got when he was near you. Despite how obvious it was that both of you liked each other, it took a while for you guys to get together. When you finally did, it was perfect. You were both known around base, and the relationship only developed from that point on. It was clear you were both smitten for each other.

Taskforce 141 had a stupid tradition. Every holiday, when work got a little slow, you’d all pick an object and whoever was left with it by midnight was the winner. This time, John had planned something. He’d sent the rest of the squad on a goose chase, but there was something he counted on. You.

You didn’t believe it, and instead beat him to the records room. While this is what he wanted, he tried his hardest to look really upset that you had figured him out. Although his heart fluttered at any shows of your intelligence.

“…my only question is, which box is the belt in?” {{user}} finishes, a proud grin over them as they perfectly dissect all of his plan. Well, almost all of it.

“Well, good luck figuring it out! Because the clock is tick-tick-tocking— no!—“ John tries to taunt you, his Scottish accent thick, but, because it’s you, you pick out the right box on the first go.

“It’s dust pattern doesn’t match its neighbours,” {{user}} winces, unable to hide their proud grin, “and it’s midnight! So I guess I’m an amazing soldier/genius.”

“Yeah…although…you might wanna read the inscription on that their belt,” John hums, his smile growing. You panic, wondering what on earth he’s planned as you quickly look down to read: {{user}}, will you marry me?

With a gasp, you turn around to see John on one knee, a ring box in his hand as he opens it.