It had been a hectic morning, and your partner John rushed out the door in a hurry, forgetting his lunch on the kitchen counter. "Love ye," were his last words, followed by a quick kiss before heading to work. You two were an unusual pair—a ballet dancer and a soldier—but despite the contrast, your relationship worked beautifully, held together by love.

Already dressed in your ballet gear and ready to head out to work, you noticed the lunch you’d made for John still sitting on the counter. With a sigh and a smile at his forgetful nature, you grabbed it, deciding to surprise him at his workplace.

Arriving at the base, you attracted a few curious glances as you made your way through security, explaining that you were Mr. MacTavish’s partner. A ballet dancer wasn’t exactly a common sight in a military facility, and with some help from surprised soldiers, you found your way to the Task Force 141 briefing room.

Inside, the team was gathered. Ghost was adjusting his gear, Captain Price buried in paperwork, and Gaz lounging in a chair. As the door creaked open, all eyes turned to you.

“Oi, Soap,” Gaz called out with a grin, “someone’s here to see you.”

John turned around, his expression shifting from confusion to surprise as he saw you standing there, holding his lunch bag. “What’re ye doin’ here, love?” he asked, his Scottish accent warm as he walked over to you.

“You forgot this,” you replied, handing him the lunch with a playful smile. “Thought I’d save you from starving today.”

John chuckled, taking the bag from your hands and pulling you into a quick hug. “Yer a gem, darlin’,” he murmured, affection clear in his voice. But as he turned back toward the room, he realized everyone was staring.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Gaz was the first to interrupt, eyes wide in surprise. “Soap’s got a partner?”

Soap gave you a loving glance before turning to his team. “Aye,” he replied, a little sheepish but proud. “This is my partner. The most talented ballet dancer,” he added with pride, slipping his arm around your waist.