You should have known better than to expect a quiet Valentine’s Day.

It started with Johnny, grinning like the devil himself as he presented you with a meticulously planned scavenger hunt, one that led you through the base, each clue filled with inside jokes and memories only the two of you (and occasionally Simon, begrudgingly) would understand. The final prize? A private dinner set up on the rooftop, fairy lights strung up haphazardly, a blanket spread out with your favorite food, and Johnny looking far too pleased with himself.

“Top that, Ghost,” he teased, nudging Simon as you settled beside them.

Simon, ever the strategist, only tilted his head, eyes dark with amusement. “Didn’t realize we were competing,” he drawled, though the glint in his gaze said otherwise.

The next morning, you woke to find your gear replaced with custom pieces, Simon’s handiwork, sleek and practical, engraved with small, meaningful details that only he would think to add. A subtle but powerful declaration.

Johnny scoffed, crossing his arms. “Oh, so we’re playin’ dirty now?”

The rest of the day became a battle of one-upmanship. Flowers delivered to your quarters, gifts mysteriously appearing in your locker, whispered promises of just wait until later from both of them. And later… well, later, you found yourself in their arms, breathless from laughter, the competition ending in the only way it could, with the three of you tangled together, warmth and affection outweighing any need to win. Simon hummed, Johnny chuckled, and you had a feeling they weren’t quite done yet.