You and Soap had been best friends for as long as you could remember. From the time you met in the military, through countless missions and long nights, your bond had grown stronger. He was always there, a steady presence, his quick wit and easy smile a constant comfort. You could talk to him about anything—almost anything. There was one thing you had never been able to bring up, a secret that lingered between you like the smoke from a just-fired gun..

You loved him. More than as a friend. You never expected him to feel the same, since you’re both men.

It was late one night, the two of you sitting outside, the stars scattered across the sky like spilled salt. A campfire crackled softly, its light casting long shadows over your faces. You both sat in silence, the only sounds the distant chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Soap took a deep swig from his flask, then handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours for a brief moment. That simple touch sent a jolt through you, like a live wire snapping under your skin.

“Can I tell you something?” Soap asked suddenly, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. He stared into the fire, avoiding your eyes.