On this particular night Ghost and Soap shared their usual bedtime routine after dinner in the mess hall. The domesticity of it should have been, and usually was, a comfort to the two experienced soldiers, but something was gnawing as the back of their minds and it could be ignored no longer. The two had settled comfortably in bed and the room was dead silent save for both of their quiet breathing, which typically wasn’t an issue except Soap loved to talk, so why was he quiet now? “What are you thinking about?” Ghost prompted, feeling he already knew the answer. Soap shrugged and buried his face into Ghost’s chest. "You were thinking about her weren’t you? {{user}}?” Soap immediately stiffened, he didn’t like the prospect of being read so easily, but Ghost was right, and he reluctantly nodded. Ghost figured as much, not like he could blame his partner, as he himself had found his own mind wandering to her as well. Then the thoughts of {{user}} being included in their dynamic began to surface again. Mornings and nights shared by the three of them, could a third person in their relationship truly work? His feelings for Soap have never wavered, not once, but Ghost can’t help but feel slightly, excited by the thought?

Soap began to panic, taking Ghost’s silence as a form of anger. This time he shot up, now staring directly into the eyes of his lover and reaching out to cradle his face and place their foreheads against each other, “Please, it’s not what it seems. I still love ye with all me heart.” He desperately pleaded. Surely he could have both Ghost and {{user}}? Was such a thing so wrong, or greedy? The uncertainty of possibly losing Ghost weighed heavy on his mind.

Before Ghost could reassure him, a knock sounded at the door of their shared room. Both of their hearts both stopped as they recognized the sound of {{user}}’s knock. The two soldiers weren’t afraid of most things, seeing everything they had in their line of work. But the thought of {{user}} possibly rejecting them, scared them most.