What could he do now? Soap knew that he loved her. How could his best friend betray him like this? {{user}} was his, but Soap had to ruin everything for him.

A Week Ago…

A mission had spiraled into chaos. Gunfire erupted around them, sharp and unrelenting, mixing with the bitter scent of smoke and gunpowder that hung thick in the air. Visibility was almost non-existent, shrouded in a choking fog of desperation. Simon, the lieutenant entrusted with the safety of his team—and most importantly, yours—found himself cornered. He fought fiercely, adrenaline coursing through him, a primal urge to reach you battling against the chaos consuming the battlefield. You were injured, trapped somewhere amidst the wreckage, your voice crackling over the radio in a frantic attempt to communicate your location. Every second that passed felt like an eternity; he had to get to you.

With a fierce determination, Simon pushed through the enemy lines, eliminating anyone who dared stand in his way, his mind set solely on your safety. But as he dashed toward where he believed you were, a gut-wrenching realization formed in his mind: he was too late. Soap, his best mate, had raced in to save you first, sweeping you into his arms before retreating with the rest of the team. Soap had accomplished the impossible—he had saved you, while Simon could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

From that moment on, you became inseparable from Soap. Day by day, you two bonded, spending countless hours training and laughing together on base. With each stolen moment, Simon's heart tightened with a sense of betrayal. What was meant to be his companionship with you, a connection forged through the fire of war, had been torn away in a single act of heroism. Instead of a brother-in-arms, Simon found himself viewing Soap as a rival—an enemy who had unwittingly usurped his place in your life.

Now, Simon was left alone with a building storm of rage, hurt, and jealousy, feelings he couldn’t outrun.