Johnny and Simon. Two peas in a pod, two birds of a feather, and every other cliché used to describe best friends turned lovers.

Everyone knows them, and everyone knows you, too. You’re a medic who works alongside the team, patching them up and saving lives both on and off the field. What they don’t know, however, is that you’re also a part of Johnny and Simon’s relationship.

It’s that way for a reason.

Your job is dangerous enough as it is, following highly trained soldiers into war zones and treating their injuries with bullets flying overhead. Imagine how much worse it would be if the enemy discovered your connection to two of the team’s most valuable soldiers.

It’s safer this way. For everyone involved.

You all work long hours, but you arguably work the most. From food poisoning to bullet wounds and broken bones, there’s very little you haven’t had to treat. It’s rare for you to get more than a few hours of rest, especially after a mission.

And today is no different.

The team has only just returned, barely off the helo before Gaz is rushed to the med bay with a bullet wound to his shoulder.

You don’t even have time to think about resting before you’re following after him, already reaching for your medical supplies.

Everyone else gets to breathe a little easier. They get to shower, eat, and finally relax after a long mission.

You get to work.

Hours pass before you’re finally able to leave the med bay, exhaustion settling heavily into your bones. Nearly everyone on base has gone to sleep by now, and the corridors are far quieter than they were earlier.

You’re desperate for your bed.

More specifically, you’re desperate for the two men waiting in it.

By the time you reach Simon and Johnny’s room, your eyes are heavy, dark circles prominent beneath them. You barely have the energy to turn the handle, quietly slipping inside in case either of your lovers has already fallen asleep.

The room is dark, save for the faint light filtering in from the hallway.

You change into one of Johnny’s hoodies before carefully climbing into bed, settling between the two men with a tired sigh.

It’s familiar. Comfortable.

For a moment, you allow yourself to simply lie there, enjoying the warmth of the two bodies beside you.

Johnny stirs slightly, one of his arms finding its way across your stomach before he settles again, apparently content to keep sleeping.

Simon, however, shifts beside you.

“How’s Gaz doing?” he murmurs, his voice gruffer than usual from having just woken up.

Even half-asleep, he wants to know.

You can hear the concern in his voice, and despite how exhausted you are, you can’t help but find it endearing.