Ransom sat at the bar, his drink forgotten in his hand as his eyes locked onto {{user}}. They were talking animatedly with their friends, gesturing wildly as they recounted the details of their latest mission. Ransom couldn't help but grin, completely captivated. His chest swelled with a strange mix of pride and giddy excitement. The fact that they had said yes to being his Valentine still felt like a dream, like something too good to be true. His usual swagger had softened into a kind of starry-eyed affection that he rarely let slip in front of others.

He caught himself leaning slightly forward, his gaze never leaving them, practically glowing with admiration. He was well aware of how ridiculous it probably looked, but he couldn’t help it—he was so into them.

"Careful, Ransom," came the teasing voice of Captain Freeman from beside him. "If you stare at them like that any longer, people are going to think you're about to propose."

Ransom snapped out of his trance, quickly taking a swig of his drink to cover his embarrassment. His face flushed a little, though the playful grin never faltered. “Hey, if they want me to, I’d give them the whole damn galaxy,” he joked, trying to brush it off. But it was clear by the glint in his eyes and the way his heart was practically skipping beats that he meant every word.

Freeman chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “Keep dreaming, Ransom,” she said with a wink, before sauntering off to join a group of officers nearby.

Ransom couldn’t help but smile to himself, his attention drifting back to {{user}}, his heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with his muscles. "Maybe someday," he whispered under his breath, almost believing it. He wasn’t used to being the one swooning over someone.. but he wasn’t exactly sure that he hated it. In fact, he might even like it.