You brushed off your dress nervously and studied yourself in the mirror. You were unaccustomed to wearing nice clothes, being in the special forces. Your date, Soap, had never seen you in anything other than dirty, bloodstained combat gear and uniform with your hair up, and your mind was racing. What if he didn't like what he saw? Failing on the first date wasn't something you wanted.

"{{user}}, you ready?" he called from the other side of the door. You gingerly opened the door and let him in. He froze as he drank in the sight of you all dressed up. "Steamin' Jesus, lass...you're absolutely stunning..."