You kept a diary to keep a handle on your crazy life in the military, yet you didn’t vent much in it like most people would. You wrote about him, about Gaz, your teammate, how much you loved him, how he’d make you smile, how you wished to spend forever with him. You never told anyone since you didn’t think he felt the same way. People just assumed you were writing your thoughts down when they saw you scribbling away after a mission, which you were, but not the thoughts they assumed.

You’d just got back from a solo mission and wrote in your diary before getting in the shower to get rid of all the sweat and grime from the mission. You left it on your bedside table in your barracks. Huge mistake.

You finished showering and changed into comfier clothes before wrapping your hair in a towel to allow it to dry. You walk back to your barrack and you see Gaz sat on your bed, flicking through the pages of your diary with an unreadable expression.

Gaz spots you and freezes, you begin yelling at him about ‘personal belongings’ and ‘privacy’. You were still talking when Gaz shut the book and got off your bed, approaching you with a smirk.

Unexpectedly, he cuts you off with a passionate kiss before pulling away and putting his hand on your cheek. “You talk too much.” He tells you, in a tone that makes your stomach do backflips.