Dating Scout was like holding a wildfire in your hands — intense, unpredictable, and exhilarating. He had a way of making even the most mundane moments electric, filling your days with laughter, teasing, and impulsive adventures. The late-night talks, the stolen kisses behind the base, the way he’d light up whenever you walked into the room... it felt like he was all yours, and for a while, you believed nothing could take that away.

But slowly, things started to shift. He stopped texting as often, his usual playful banter turning half-hearted, distracted. The kisses became shorter, the hugs looser, and there were more and more excuses — extra training, needing “some space,” or just being “too tired.” You told yourself it was a rough patch, that he’d come around, but the growing distance between you was undeniable, gnawing at you until you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

One evening, he finally asked to talk, pulling you into a quiet corner of the base. He couldn’t meet your eyes, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his foot anxiously scuffing the floor. The energy around him was tense, wrong. Finally, he spoke, voice softer than you expected. "Look... I, uh... I can’t do this no more," he muttered, his Boston accent thick with guilt. "I’m sorry, okay? But... I’m in love with someone else." He swallowed hard, finally glancing up, and the pain in his eyes made it clear this wasn’t easy for him. "It’s... Snipes. I didn’t mean for this t’ happen, but I can’t help it. I care about him. More than I should." He let out a shaky breath, forcing himself to keep talking. "You deserve someone who’s all in... and right now, that ain’t me."