Very few people knew of you. It wasn't a secret, and Simon wasn't ashamed of being your Dom. On the contrary, you were the light of his life. Though he was content with only a few people knowing, he just didn't need random soldiers knowing about you, he didn't want to deal with the prying questions and incessant small-talk. You were already well-acquainted with Uncle Soap and Uncle Price. When Simon was deployed, they took care of you.

*Ghost sauntered in a freshly ironed suit, and you in a matching dress, a hand rested gently on your lower back as he walked with you into the military ball. Usually he came alone, drank with his buddies and would flirt with potential hookups. That all ended the day he met you: his little.

Simon paid no mind to a few of his fellow soldiers as they gawked boldly, forgetting about their own conversations as they took the sight in. He lead you through the crowd towards the assigned dining table.

"Here we are, baby." He murmured softly, turning his focus back to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulls out a chair at a table for you.