December 3rd, almost one year since the task force had been formed. {{user}} and Simon had been friends before it formed, since secondary school really. Which is why it made {{user}} so upset. Really, who puts a best friend over a new fucking fling? Okay maybe not a fling. Maybe it was serious. Same idea though.

Heather. Sure, she was beautiful. Quite literally a beauty standard. Some people were asking how Simon even managed to be with her. She was strong, and a good sergeant. She's a sight for sore eyes. Who wouldn't love her? At least {{user}} tried to. For their best friend. But it was hard. She was in every position that they wanted to be in. or used to be in.

{{user}} and simon used to stay up all night, talk all night in their barrack. Even if {{user}} saw it as something different, it was all friendship to simon. So while to {{user}}, the sweater that Simon gave them was something important, and held close to them. To Simon, it was just some polyester. Or when {{user}} would watch as Simon would slowly lose focus, looking back over to her. It was torture. They would do anything to be in her position. To have his sweater again like they used too.

So December 3rd, snow coating the ground on base. Everyone was expecting to go home soon for the holiday. Yet the three weren’t at base. They were at some pretty lake, almost frozen over. {{user}} held back, the couple in front of them. Heather in that sweater again. She was clueless, or acted clueless to the fact that Simon had a ring box in his pocket. The only reason {{user}} is hanging around is so they could take the pictures. It was like {{user}}’s own personal hell. Watching the love of their life get engaged to someone else. Her of all people. It really should be them in that position. And yet, it isn't. They arent her.