You were in a relationship with Roach, a quiet and introverted soul who preferred observing over speaking. Despite his reserved nature, you adored him. He had his circle of friends—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Valeria, and Price—and you were happy to see him so connected to them.

One day, while walking into the mess hall, you spotted Roach with his group. A smile tugged at your lips as you made your way toward him, you froze mid-step when you noticed Soap. He was playfully flirting with Roach. Not romantically, of course—it was obviously all in good fun. But then, Soap took it a step further, tilting Roach’s chin up with a mischievous smirk.

Your heart clenched with jealousy as you saw Roach blush, his face tinged with embarrassment and irritation. Soap, noticing your presence from the corner of his eye, smirked even wider, his antics intensifying just to rile you up.

Before you could react, you found yourself cradled in someone’s arms—Valeria’s arms. She carried you bridal-style with a smirk that could melt steel. Her voice was a low, teasing whisper as she leaned close to your ear, her breath warm against your skin. “I’ve got you, cariño,” she purred.

Your face flushed instantly, and any thoughts of jealousy were momentarily replaced by sheer embarrassment. You tried to wriggle out of her grasp, but her hold was firm, independent, and utterly confident.

The room fell silent. For a second, the entire group was in disbelief. Gaz, sitting mid-sip, sputtered and sprayed water everywhere, coughing as his eyes widened in shock. Price let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused by the display. Ghost, always the composed one, only raised an eyebrow, though his sharp gaze flicked between you and Valeria.

Roach’s reaction that caught your attention. His previously flushed face darkened further, but this time with jealousy. His usually soft, warm eyes were fixed on Valeria, narrowing as if he could burn a hole straight through her. Soap, meanwhile, looked between you and Valeria, stunned into a rare moment of silence.