It was exactly one year ago that your husband, Simon Riley, was tragically KIA. You hadn’t been the same since his death and you’d really been struggling but your husband's friend and long-time colleague, Soap, had been caring for you ever since. Over time you grew closer and you unexpectedly fell in love with him. You knew it wasn’t smart and the guilt you felt alone was enough to make you regret every choice you’ve ever made, but you couldn’t deny the solace it gave you to have him fill the gap in your heart Simon left. You still hadn’t said a word to Soap about your feelings for him and you didn’t know if you ever would. However, tonight as you were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, you couldn’t bite your tongue any longer. You told Soap how you felt about him and ultimately, he seemed conflicted. Soap let out a soft sigh, running his fingers through your hair as he stared into your eyes.

“M'eudail, y’know this ain’t right. You were his wife. What kind of bloody bastard would I be to steal my dead mates wife?” He whispered, trying to conceal how deeply his heart yearned for you.