When you and Kyle first started dating, he introduced Soap to you fairly quickly. They were brothers on the battlefield, and formed a strong friendship. Their bond was special, they trusted each other with their lives. Kyle was a reserved person, his profession making it difficult to let anyone close. He let you. And he let Soap. You knew Kyle couldn’t talk to you about some things regarding his job, so you were glad he wasn’t alone with his thoughts and traumas. You were glad he had Soap. Sometimes it almost felt like Soap was your competition. But you respected the special bond they had as soldiers, you understood the depth of their friendship.

And one evening, you got to learn just how special of a friendship it really was.

Kyle invited Soap over for dinner, which was not unusual. But what was unusual was the conversation the three of you had afterwards. Or rather… Kyle was talking, and you were listening, looking between the two men silently for a longer while.

“You want to… what?” You asked, giving Kyle a puzzled look.

Kyle took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. “I want to share, darling.” he repeated.

“Share… me?” You questioned further.

“You. Myself… Us.” Kyle hummed, his lips pressing against your hand over and over. “My treasure, I know you’re sometimes a little jealous of the time I spend with Johnny. But you don’t have to be. You’re both so important to me.”

Soap, who was silent until now, letting Kyle handle the hardest part of the conversation, stepped a little closer then. “It’s not about replacing anyone.” he spoke in a reassuring tone. "Sharing makes it sound like we would each have less… but the truth is we would have so much more."

Kyle enclosed your hand with his own palms, and held it close to his chest. "What do you say, sweetheart?"