It was a peaceful evening at the base, a rare day off. At some point Soap had dared {{user}} over text to confess to Simon through a song, so that it could be played off as a prank if he doesn’t feel the same way. And {{user}} went through with it.

{{user}} walked up to Simon, a nervous grin on their lips. “I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings,” {{user}} said, making Simon’s brows raise. A “Ahuh?” left Simon. “That’s right. Darling, you’re the one I want.” {{user}} continued.