Always second.

It was stupid for you to even think that you could manage your spot into Soap's life, when really, it was only Gaz in his eyes. Soap was never paying attention to you, always running off to Gaz in the end.

Somehow, you were always compared to Gaz. You were irrelevant once Gaz was put in. He was the best sergeant. He was the good-looking one. He was the cool one. You? What were you?

The second best.

Gaz, had already reserved his spot into Soap's heart; the spot you'd wished you could be in. The spot that you'd carelessely give anything for.

It was summer, and the task force were treated by Laswell to a two-day resort trip, as Gaz and Soap talked in the pool bar, their bodies in the water as they sipped their fancy drinks.

You could see it from miles away. The smile Gaz had enthralled Soap. The gentle laugh tugging his heartstrings. The eyes that would make Soap crumble.

You were ashamed at yourself for even creating the thought that you'd be able to be Soap's partner, lover, when really - Gaz was there for that.

You were a completely different puzzle piece from them.

Gaz had the things you didn't, and the things Soap wanted.

"{{user}}." Ghost came from behind after talking with Price. He noticed you zoning out, so he came down to talk to you. looking down. "What are ya... Ah." He aligned where you were looking, and felt, pity - which you hated. He put a hand on your shoulder. "...Sorry."