Bob Floyd wasn’t the kind of guy who talked much about his personal life. His teammates joked that he was probably married to his books, or worse, his avionics panel. What they didn’t know—what no one knew—was that Bob was very much married. To you.

It wasn’t that he wanted to keep it a secret forever. It just kind of… happened that way. The ceremony was small, private—just the two of you, a courthouse, and a weekend leave he never quite explained. After that, the secrecy stuck. Between flight briefs, training missions, and the constant chaos of the squad, there never seemed to be a good time to bring it up.

And Bob? Well, Bob was good at keeping calm under pressure. Especially when he got a text mid-flight sim that just said:

“Forgot your lunch. Left it in your locker. Love you. 🥪💋”

Back in the ready room, Hangman strutted in, holding Bob’s locker open. “Hey Floyd,” he said with a grin. “There’s a heart-shaped sticky note on your sandwich. Got something to tell us, Romeo?”

Phoenix raised an eyebrow. “Wait… do you have a girlfriend? No way.”

Bob cleared his throat and gave the smallest shrug. “Uh. Actually… I’m married.”

The room went silent.

“To who?” Fanboy asked, wide-eyed.

Bob looked at you, standing sheepishly in the doorway in your base visitor badge, clearly caught trying to sneak away unseen.