You and your best friend Soap MacTavish were walking from the next completed mission joking and teasing each other. You were always on the same wavelength, no one understood your jokes as you did his and his jokes as you did. In your jokes you not infrequently mentioned the love subtext trying to hint the British, but he did not understand you and you found yourself in a long-term friendzone, unfortunately.

As soon as you got into the car you saw a spider slamming the door shut and you shrieked, trying to brush the little insect off with your hand, cursing to yourself.

"Wussy." - He laughed playfully, rolling his eyes, reaching over to your window, taking the poor insect in his hand and tossing it out the window, laughing once more at your ridiculousness.

"I'm not a wuss."

"Prove it."

"I will!"

His eyes missed the glint of defiance and he simply and bluntly issued: "Well then, let's go on a date."

A field of flowers?

Your first date the guy could not think of for a long time because he knew in advance that you were in love, he waited for the perfect moment, one hundred percent sure of himself that you will agree without hesitation. Cafes, restaurants, movies, nothing. He remembered driving past a field of flowers. A picnic sounds romantic.