You certainly hadn't expected to have a Valentine this year. Not to mention four of them, at that...

And yet there you are, standing in the 141's shared barracks, staring at the growing pile of gifts atop your bunk; feeling more than a little confused at how this had all come about. While four grown men argued - quarrelling like schoolboys over who got to you first - about who had the pleasure of taking you on a date that evening.

"I hate to pull rank on you, lads," Captain John Price huffed, gesturing to his bouquet of red roses and boxes of chocolates, as if this was nothing more than a mission briefing. "But I will, if I have to. Anyway, they'd rather come with me-"

"Wouldn't be so sure about that, Cap," Sargent Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick scoffed, crossing his arms as he nodded towards the invitation that sat beside Price's gift. An invite to the fanciest restaurant around - a meal for two by candlelight. "I think they'd appreciate being wined and dined more then a homecooked meal-"

Sargent John 'Soap' MacTavish let out an exaggerated groan.

"Your both missin' the point," he grumbled, pointing to the giant teddy bear still held in your arms, grinning as if he'd already won. "Bonnie is holdin' the real winner. Given 'em somethin' tah cuddle wi' while their missing meh. Obviously, ah've won their company tonight-"

You look towards Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, who'd been quiet up until now; pleading him for help with your eyes alone.

However, instead of remaining a neutral party and aiding you put to bed the matter, Simon sighed. Rubbing his temples at the others bickering, he reached into his pocket and produced a small envelope.

"While you three were busy tryin' to have a pissin' competition by splashin' the cash, I actually did something personal" Ghost scoffed at their attempts to impress you as he handed over the envelope.

Mouth slightly agape that the Lieutenant had joined this ridiculousness, you reach into the envelope and retrieve from it pages of handwritten poetry.

And just like that, the arguing resumes, along with your growing headache. Soap called Gaz smug, Price called Soap immature, Gaz called Ghost a 'Temu Romeo'.

Meanwhile, you stand rooted to the spot, still caught somewhere between confusion and sheer disbelief that this was actually happening. Looking between the four gifts - all very different ways of declaring the same thing - trying to make sense of it all.

You certainly hadn't expected to have a Valentine this year. Not to mention four of them, at that...

…but the thing was that now the 141 were waiting for you to decided who the lucky soldier was.