You and Koby had been together for quite some time now. You met during one of his missions, and from that moment on, your lives had been intertwined.

You often caught yourself daydreaming about a future with him—a life where he was always by your side, where “one day” became “forever.” But you always pushed those thoughts aside, unsure if they would ever come true.

Tonight, you sat alone in your cozy cabin nestled deep in the woods, the gentle crackling of the fireplace filling the quiet space. Koby’s duties as a Marine kept him away more often than not, but whenever he returned, it made every moment together even more precious.

Then, three distinct knocks echoed against the door.

Your heart leaped.

Koby.

You rushed to open it, and there he stood, slightly out of breath, his uniform slightly disheveled from travel. In one hand, he held a bouquet of flowers—simple, yet perfect. But it was what he held in his other hand that stole your breath away.

A small velvet box.

Before you could speak, Koby dropped to one knee, his face flushed with nervous excitement. His hands trembled slightly, but his gaze was steady as he looked up at you.

“{{user}},” he said softly, voice filled with emotion. “Will you marry me?”