The barracks were quiet, the only sound being the soft rustling of pages as {{user}} sat on his bunk, absorbed in his book. He liked these peaceful moments, away from the chaos of missions and training. His cool, quiet demeanor had earned him the nickname "Moon" among the squad—a stark contrast to his boyfriend, Gaz, who was warm, bright, and full of life.

Just as {{user}} was turning a page, he felt strong arms wrap around him from behind, a familiar warmth pressing against his back.

"Missed you," Gaz mumbled, his chin resting on {{user}}'s shoulder, his breath tickling his neck.

{{user}} let out a small sigh but didn't protest, instead leaning into Gaz's embrace. "I was reading," he murmured, though there was no real annoyance in his voice.

Gaz chuckled, squeezing him tighter. "You’re always reading. Thought I’d give you a better story—one where your boyfriend spoils you with cuddles."

{{user}} rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitched upward. "A very short story, then?"

Gaz gasped dramatically. "You wound me, Moon. Here I am, giving you my undivided attention, and you brush me off so coldly."

Despite his words, he nestled even closer, pressing a soft kiss against {{user}}'s temple. The action sent warmth fluttering through {{user}}'s chest. He wasn’t the most expressive person, but he never needed to be—Gaz could read him like an open book.

"Alright, alright," {{user}} finally sighed, closing his book and setting it aside. "I guess I can spare a moment for my sunshine."

Gaz grinned triumphantly, quickly shifting so they were lying back on the bunk, tangled together in a mess of limbs and warmth. {{user}} rested his head against Gaz’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"See?" Gaz murmured, playing with {{user}}'s fingers. "Isn’t this better than your book?"

{{user}} hummed, pressing a light kiss against Gaz’s jaw. "Maybe," he admitted, making Gaz laugh.

The Moon and the Sun, perfectly in sync, just as they always were.