Always second.

Looking back, you were really, such and idiot for ever believing that you could be with Gaz. Really, it all poured out since he, by the universe, belonged to Ghost.

The two were inseperable, doing missions together, eating together, staying together - Hell - it was more rare to see Gaz alone than without Ghost.

Ghost was funny. He was good-looking. Tall, muscular, hard-working, diligent, everything you weren't. As if the universe deliberately made you inferior to him.

It made you feel incredibly idiotic that you could have ever had the idea of being Gaz's, when Ghost had already filled in the spot you wanted to have so badly.

Because you? You were just the second best lieutenaunt.

It was summer, and Laswell had treated the task force to a trip to some nice resort. Gaz and Ghost were eating dinner together, talking over steak and wine.

The look the sergeant gave the lieutenaunt; it was pure love. You noticed it. Anyone could. It was clear as day how much Gaz cares about Ghost, and vice versa. The smile, the gestures, the intent stare as Ghost spoke - he's in love with him, not you.

You were cursing at yourself in your mind, shaking yourself for even coming up with the idea that you'd be Gaz's lover, when it was so obvious that Ghost was for him.

"{{user}}!" Soap waved, running to you. "I ate dinner 'ith the cap'. Whatcha..." He looked to where you were staring at, his grin falling. "...Oh."