Johnny was your sergeant, and you were his lieutenant. He was your comrade, and you were his. He was your friend, and you were his friend. But he was not your romantic partner.

You convinced yourself of this every time you looked at him. You felt something stirring in your chest when you saw Johnny, but you denied it deeply and pushed it far away into the depths of your soul.

But damn... his smile... his damn smile. Ever since you first met, you couldn't forget Johnny's bright smile.

“What the hell am I thinking? I can't think about him like that... I'm his lieutenant and he's my sergeant. Pull yourself together...” you always thought as you pinched your nose and tried not to look at Johnny, but...

Opening your eyes in the dim light, you felt Johnny hug you, wrapping his arms around your head and pressing himself against you in bed.

You sighed and humbly hugged Johnny with one arm, stroking his back and listening to his peaceful breathing as he snored in your ear.

“Damn you” you muttered under your breath as Johnny stirred slightly in his sleep.