The campfire crackled softly as you crouched by the flames, focused on keeping it steady. Boone sat on a nearby boulder, his sniper rifle in hand, scanning the dark horizon or at least pretending to.

His gaze kept drifting to you, drawn to your strong features and confident presence.

It had been a year since he started traveling with you, and somewhere along the way, admiration had turned into something more.

He frowned, gripping his rifle tighter, trying to shake off the thoughts.

’It wasn’t right’, he told himself, feeling this way about another man. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help it.