Kyle and {{user}} were obviously in a relationship, they didn't care hiding it since they knew everyone on base knew about it too, either from the thin walls or the public affection they gave to each other.

So, when their plans for their anniversary end up getting canceled from a sudden mission, they both weren't happy.

Either way they'd have to go because they both knew they could get alone time afterwards anyways.

But they still got to dress nicely and go on a basic undercover mission, both of them had to act like a couple so they didn't have to do much except for what they normally do.

The two of them stood by the bar, both holding some kind of alcoholic drink in hand. Kyle was wearing a black suit that fitted him perfectly. {{user}} couldn't help but stare. Of course, they were wearing something fancy too.

It was some random rich person party, the man they were hunting down was some rich snob that was too full of himself to pay attention to some things.

Kyle glanced over to {{user}}, noticing their glance and giving a small huff of laughter, finishing off his drink before walking over and taking out his hand for them to take. "Care to dance, your majesty?" He says, the look on his face a bit smug.