You were lying next to your sleeping boyfriend, Soap, when your eyes trailed down to his top surgery scars. They had healed up incredibly well since his operation, and he was very happy with his chest, and you were too.

But you were also jealous. Really jealous. You were pre-op, hadn’t gotten top surgery yet, and probably won’t for a while.

You feel a pit in your stomach as you trace his scars while he sleeps.