You fidget with your outfit as you prepare for your awaited blind date you were set up on by an acquaintance, sitting at the cafe table nervously. This wasn't a typical thing for you to do, especially with being deployed often.

A presence makes itself known. "Hello, you must be my- Holy shit, {{user}}?" Ghost said, his eyes betraying a shocked expression under the balaclava.

Oh no, it's your superior officer. On a blind date with you.