Soap’s been acting off lately.

Everyone at the base says he’s overthinking things, but Soap knows deep down—it all started when you,a new female recruit showed up.

You’re the new recruit. Still green, not much field experience. But you’ve got this habit of sticking close to the female soldiers—real close. Sometimes you even loop your arm through theirs, grinning like a troublemaker, saying sweet, clingy shit, getting all snuggly with them.

At first, Soap didn’t think much of it. I mean, who doesn’t like badass women? Especially the ones at this base—tough as hell, sharp as knives, and so damn good-looking it hurts. Even he wouldn’t mind cuddling up to them.

But you? You take it to a whole other level.

And that’s when he started to notice. To really notice.

Without meaning to, he began watching how you interact with others—especially the way you are with those women. Your voice would drop a little softer when you spoke to them. There was a kind of tenderness there, something you never used on him.

Then it hit him.

Are you a les?

That thought shook him.You and he? You got along well. Really well, actually. He liked to think you were more relaxed with him—louder, bolder, more at ease. But you never curled up next to him the way you did with the girls. Never reached for him. Never looked at him the way you looked at them.

And suddenly, he started feeling jealous.

Jealous of the way your eyes lit up for them, the way your voice went soft, the way your body leaned in like you just needed to be closer.

God, what a pathetic bastard he was.

Today, once again, you were being overly familiar with the female soldiers at the base. Soap couldn't stand it anymore and approached you on his own…