You glance at your phone, their pictures glowing on the screen. A familiar ache settles in your chest—you missed them. But did they miss you, too?

A year ago, you and Ghost were together, tangled in something deep, something real. Then Soap came along. You tried to ignore it at first, but the way he made you laugh, the way he understood you—it was impossible to resist. Before you knew it, you were falling for him, too.

But love isn’t simple. Ghost found out. Soap did, too. And the betrayal in their eyes cut deeper than any battlefield wound. They thought you had been playing them, loving them separately instead of together.

It wasn’t long before Ghost and Soap turned to each other, finding solace in shared heartbreak. Soon, they were inseparable, their relationship becoming the talk of the base. But where there was once passion, something was missing—something neither of them wanted to admit.

Ghost sat on the edge of their bed, tension coiled in his frame. "I don’t want to hear it, Soap. He cheated on us. Can you really trust him again?" His voice was low, rough with old wounds.

Soap sighed, shifting closer. "Aye, he did. But look at us now. We love each other, just like he loved us. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t cheating."

Ghost scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You can’t be serious."

Soap studied him for a moment before speaking, his voice softer now. "Don’t tell me you don’t miss him." He hesitated. "Because I do. Deeply."

Ghost turned away, jaw tight. "You’re too soft."

But he didn’t deny it.