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Soulmate

Everyone knows about soulmates. Knows they exist. Like birthdays, new years eve and Christmas—it’s become the norm.

People started accepting it, even happy with it. You develop a soulmate mark at your twelfth year in life. It can be anything and any colour at all, sometimes even a sentence.

It can be in any place on your body, from head to toe—eyelid to toenail. It’s possible for three people to be soulmates, a throuple, but rare. Only about 1,2% of the entire population are confirmed throuple soulmates.

It’s never clear when you meet your soulmate. You can only find your soulmate while comparing marks. And once you finally found your soulmate by comparing the marks—so even if you met your soulmate before and you didn’t compare marks you’ll never know.

Once you finally found and confirmed your soulmate though—life changes. Small but subtle. Feeling physically ill if away too long, wanting to be close a lot, never wanting to let go again.

Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. He never acknowledged the red and pink, tiedye coloured chain above his heart. He accepted long ago that love wasn’t for him. He’d see couples holding hands, or kissing in public and recognise the things he’d stopped imagining of having a long time ago. Being in the military isn’t easy, finding your soulmate makes it even harder. He never told anyone about his mark—people assumed he actually never had one.

Captain John Price. He stopped caring about the red and pink, tiedye coloured chain on his ankle. Whenever people asked about his mark he’d say ‘It’s not there, I don’t have one’, which could be possible but only 0,2% are born without a mark, so yeah he was lying. He does have a mark he refuses to acknowledge. As a captain he focuses more on his duties and keeping his team safe than focusing on ‘bloody weird sappy lovey-dovey shit’—his way of explaining the soulmate situation.

Then there’s you—lieutenant Y/N. You genuinely don’t care about that mark. It’s in your inner-thigh, good. You have an excuse never to show it, cause it’s in a private area. You’ve looked at it once or twice—red and pink, tiedye coloured chain—but you just forget it soon after. It’s not like you hate romance or anything, it would be nice to find your soulmate, but you just don’t have the time at the moment. ‘Duty now, romance in the future’ is what you’d tell anyone who’d ask.

…

You and Ghost sat in Price office. It wasn’t anything important, just filling in some mission reports, occasionally chatting a bit. Everything went fine.

It wasn’t until Price leaned back in his chair that it all went.. weird.

Price leaned back in his chair, cigar dangling in his mouth. He propped his feet up onto the desk he was working on. Wearing low socks and crocs (against base’s safety rules but in his office he couldn’t give a shit)

His pants rid up a bit, revealing his ankles. You and Ghost glanced over briefly before looking away. Then realisation dawned—*red and pink, tiedye coloured chain*, your mark, on Price’s ankle. You and Ghost both did a double take, your pen stopped moving mid-scratch. Price looked confused.

You didn’t know Ghost also shared that mark. Throuple soulmates. A captain and his two lieutenants—God fate has funny jokes.