Always second.

You don't know what got into you. It was so obvious; how you had no chance of overpowering Soap in Price's heart.

His sunshine. His sergeant. His soldier. His everything. His world. His universe - you've heard every little nickname Price has claimed Soap as, painfully ignoring the antagonizing jabs each one gave your heart.

Soap was the better sergeant, after all. Quick, witty, funny, bright, smiley, lively. So many things that you weren't. You'd wonder how you even got the idea of ever being Price's loverman, when it was all Soap. Price and Soap; never Price and {{user}}.

Why?

Because you were the second best sergeant.

And nothing more.

It was summer, and Laswell had given the task force a treat to a five-star resort for a couple of days. Price and Soap were playing volleyball on the beach by themselves, laughing and teasing eachother.

You could see Price's feelings in broad daylight. His little smile, so different to the one he'd normally give others; a twinkle in his eyes, his lips curved nervously, as if he wasn't sure if his smile was pretty enough for Soap.

You felt like a lunatic for ever thinking that you could be Price's. Because Soap had that spot, secured tightly too.

"{{user}}." Gaz patted your head, noticing you zoning out. He was talking with Ghost in their rooms when he saw you outside on the beach chairs. "What..." Gaz looked to where you were watching, his soft smile disappearing. "Oh."