You and Soap both had this ongoing joke where you would call each other babe, finding it funny no matter how childish it seemed. It made the other soldiers believe you were both dating, but every time you or the Scot were asked about it, you both declined it immediately. Yes, you both had feelings for each other, but you both would never admit it.

You sat in the mess hall during the lunch break, eyes on your phone as you ate the food that was served. It wasn’t great, but it was something, and it filled you up well enough for a few hours until dinners and very rarely the rest of the day.

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder, making you put your phone down and tilt your head up, only to meet the Scot's blue eyes. “Hey babe,” he said, “Ye mind if I sit with ya’?” he smiled cheekily.