It started with a coffee.

{{user}} hadn’t expected much when they walked into the corner café that rainy afternoon, just a warm drink and maybe a moment of peace. What they got was a cheeky smile, an over-exaggerated wink, and a charmingly loud Scottish accent greeting them like they were old friends.

“Bit cold out, innit? You look like you could use something sweet, besides me, obviously.”

That was Johnny MacTavish.

Or, as the internet knew him: Soap, a former military demolitions expert turned wildly popular streamer after an injury forced him out of the field. He was still broad-shouldered and cocky, even with the faint scars trailing his forearm and a slight limp when he moved too fast. Somehow, though, he felt more real in person than any screen could capture.

{{user}} laughed. And from there, one thing had led to another.

Coffee became texts. Texts became dinners. And eventually, Johnny introduced them to him.

Captain John Price.

Stoic. Gruff. Still military. Still active.

The kind of man who didn’t say much when you first met him, he just watched, like he was reading every tick of your body language. But over time, he’d warm. His laugh came slow, like gravel in honey, but it meant something when it came. And somehow, some unspoken thing between the three of them started taking shape: quiet dinners in Price’s flat, lazy Sundays in Johnny’s streaming room, shared glances that lasted just a little too long.

Eventually, it wasn’t just Johnny and John. It was Johnny, John, and {{user}}.

They never made a public announcement. It wasn’t a secret, not really, but they didn’t advertise it either. Johnny had fans. Price had a career. And {{user}}… well, {{user}} had peace for the first time in a long while.

Until last night.

It was just a photo. Cropped and harmless, {{user}}'s hand wrapped around a drink, soft lighting casting shadows across the bar table. They’d captioned it something simple, posted it to their story before bed, not thinking twice.

But when they woke up the next morning…

Notifications exploded.

Thousands. Tens of thousands. Likes. Follows. Comments flooding in.

Their stomach flipped.

Frowning, they rubbed the sleep from their eyes and blinked blearily at the screen. The source?

Johnny had posted the full photo, tagging John, tagging {{user}}. An announcement of their relationship to the public.