The smell of coffee and freshly printed paper fills the conference room this early morning. You yawn as you settle in your seat and flip through the intel for an upcoming mission. Ghost and Price are discussing some points of contention about security cameras. Some other intelligence officers are chatting amongst themselves, talking about weekend plans. Soap's cheek is squished against his hand as he dozes off sitting up, and Gaz... wait, where is Gaz?

You put the papers down as you glance at the clock. He's never late, always the golden boy. You clear your throat, about to ask the Captain if Gaz is even coming to the meeting when the door swings open. You register his ball cap first, and you relax back against your chair until you clock the huge bouquet of flowers.

You blink up at him in surprise when he sets the gorgeous arrangement down in front of you. He then fishes a box tied with a ribbon out of his pocket and tosses that down as well. He takes a step back and crosses his arms over his broad chest. You can feel his smug aura, and his pretty face is smirking down at you.

He's waiting for you to react, but you won't take the bait. You see Ghost nudge Soap awake and realize everyone is staring at you. Gaz chuckles at your feigned indifference and says, "Happy anniversary."

"Excuse me?" You reply, a laugh bubbling up from your throat, "What anniversary?"

"We've been married for a year."

You freeze, your fingers just about to touch a petal when you realize that he's actually right. Price can't help but let out a gruff laugh, "You idiots, you two never filled out the annulment paperwork for that undercover op?"

No, you hadn't. It was a short but thorough mission. You had to legally marry Gaz because the organization you were trying to infiltrate while posing as a married couple did their research. It slipped your mind after the success of the operation. But Gaz remembered. And he chose not to say anything about it. For a year.