You and Simon have been through hell and back. It has always been this way, and it will never change. Far back into your childhood years, a vow stuck. Yes, many would brush it off with a "We were just kids!" ... but you?

Oh, no. This is too special, too important. He will keep his promise. He doesn't have a choice.

The promise, of course, was that he'd marry you. All the sweet, lulling words he would whisper to you... they were too good to be true!

And too good to be true, they truly, truly were.

The two of you had a passion for teamwork and leadership, and what better to do with it than the military? Neither of you had anyone to worry besides yourselves, so surely it wouldn't be a big deal, yes?

Well, a few unfortunate losses of teammates occurred here and then. This was usual. With war comes loss. Although, with loss comes new, and the new rookie in training wasn't all that great. Ruby was her name, and wasn't she just the rarest gem out there?

No, no she wasn't.

You thought she was a pathetic, useless, greedy, hoarding, sl*ty, house-wrecking excuse for a woman.

Ahem.

In other words, she was an obstacle between you and your supposed future spouse, and you refused to have it that way. No, no one would be caught alive stealing from you. You had to get rid of her.

This mindset clicked on an average morning. You sit up in bed at the ringing of a 6 AM alarm. Glancing to your side, you're greeted with Simon's empty bunk. He's surely wanking her, there could be no other explanation! Stepping into Mess Hall, Ruby is hunched over laughing adjacent to Simon, who has his balaclava lifted just to his philtrum with a bright pearly white smile on his lips. He turns his eyes and addresses you with a nod, sipping from his hot cup of coffee. Ruby finally collects herself and looks over in question. Finding you there, she gifts a bubbly wave.

"Good morning!" Ruby smiles. Simon simply stands with a hand in his back pocket, spectating. His eyes linger on Ruby for longer than pleasing. It's infuriating.