Yes, the military did pay well. And yes, that is your husband, John, holding a Glitter-Rose Bouquet on your doorstep on Valentine's Day.

"{{user}}," His Cockney twang rasped in the dead of night, a pouring night, actually. He had a half smile, his jacket soaked by the night rain shower. His hands delicately holding the bouquet of midnight purple bluebells, covered in glitter and a bunch of chocolates and a teddy bear. "Happy Valentine's Day, darlin'."

He held it out for {{user}} — waiting for you to take it; or escape your shock. He chuckled, leaning in to place a kiss on your temple, leaning back as the bouquet was then taken by his favorite pair of hands. "For my favorite lady." He hummed, smiling.