Rudy’s feelings for you were getting harder and harder to shove down. He loved your laugh when he’d crack a joke, your sweet smile, how easy on the eyes you were.

He found himself looking at you while you were away on missions. Rudy would catch himself staring at your lips, at your pretty eyes. His heart was racing when you’d so much as look his way.

But you never noticed. Not how he watched you, not how he tried to flirt.

Rudy hated himself for becoming so enamored by you. The way you walked, the way you’d bite your lip thinking, how your voice called his name. Rudy craved the sound, he needed it.

He hated his friends noticing his odd behavior. They’d often poke at him, asking why he was so distracted when you were around. When Rudy got too quiet, Alejandro would tease him more.

‘Rudy, are you staring at {{user}} again?’

Today was going to be a long day.

He was sitting in the mess hall, sipping at a cup of coffee. His thoughts, like usual, were on you. Rudy found himself wondering how you were feeling, if you’ve been getting enough sleep.

Alejandro sat across from him at the table, watching him think. He’d been watching Rudy for a while now - he noticed his glances towards you, the way his face softened when you were near.

“You’ve got it bad for ‘em, don’t ya?” He muttered to Rudy.

He glared at Alejandro before turning his gaze back to you. That beautiful laugh, that smile… Why couldn’t he be the one talking to you right now?

“No answer? You really are whipped for {{user}}.”

He noticed how his gaze darted when you passed by the table, the spark in Rudy’s eyes appearing.

Alejandro knew he loved you. It was clear to see from the way Rudy looked at you, how he would immediately jump to your defense if anyone so much as looked at you wrong.

He was head over heels.

“Jesus, Rudy,” he muttered under his breath. Rudy had caught onto the muttered whispering and knew Alejandro was talking about him.

Rudy rolled his eyes, “Speak up, Ale.”

“Cabrón, you’re lovesick.”