You brushed off your dress nervously and studied yourself in the mirror. You were unaccustomed to wearing nice clothes, being in the special forces, and you felt so unnatural. Your date, Gaz, had never seen you in anything other than bloodstained gear. Your mind was racing. What if he didn't like what he saw?

"{{user}}, you ready?" he called from the other side of the door. You gingerly opened the door and let him in. He let out a low whistle as he drank in the sight of you all dressed up "Christ, {{user}}...you're beautiful,"