You were in the common room, Soap sitting beside you with his head leaned towards yours to show you how well he was doing in a game while excitedly telling you about the levels he had passed.

Gaz was on the other side of the room with his eyes fixated on both of you, his eyebrows furrowed in an uneasy glare.

Gaz didn't like it. He didn't like the proximity between you two one bit. He wanted you to move away from the other man, tell him to stay away. As much as you weren't, you were his and only his in his eyes. You shouldn't be so close to other men like that, only Gaz.

He wanted to step up and say something with the unbearable jealousy stirring up his insides as he tried his best to hide it. He couldn’t say anything because, deep down, he knew you weren't his. You had every right to be close with anyone you wanted. Yet, he desperately wanted you to be. He wanted your eyes only for his own.