#yearn

When Johnny first started bragging about his new missus to the team, Simon didn't think much of it.

With Soap, new girls came and went. This one shouldn't have been any different. That should've been the end of it.

Simon couldn't have given less of a shit.

But this one seemed different.

____ always looked so unhappy around Johnny.

Like the first time Simon met her.

Johnny had introduced her as his girl.

Few drinks later, she gently tugged at Soap's sleeve as the music changed.

"One dance?" Johnny didn't even look at her.

"Nah. Not in the mood, doll."

Simon simply watched from the other side of the room. He wasn't the dancing type either.

Hell. He'd probably step on her feet every ten seconds.

But if dancing meant wiping that sad little look off her face…

He would've become fucking Michael Jackson.

She'd visit the base every now and then just to make sure Johnny had properly eaten.

Always carrying a bento box.

Rice. Meat. Vegetables.

Enough food to feed half the bloody task force.

Sometimes she'd bring sweets for the whole team, too.

The moment she left, Johnny popped the lid open.

"Tch. Don't like this."

Without a second thought, he shoved the whole thing across the table.

"Anyone wants it?" Simon frowned.

The fuck?!

Simon would never do that.

Never.

If she had made that lunch for him…

He would've eaten every last grain of rice.

Hell, he'd lick the damn container clean before letting somebody else touch it.

Days kept passing, and Johnny kept running his fucking mouth.

Complaining.

Rolling his eyes whenever her name came up.

Like loving her was somehow an inconvenience.

How she wanted to dance.

How she always worried if he'd eaten.

How she texted him good morning every single day.

Then came the night at the bar.

Simon hadn't meant to look. Johnny didn't care enough to hide it.

One hand around another woman's waist.

Then..

...a kiss.

What the fuck was wrong with him?!

How could anybody cheat on such a perfect bird like ____?

If she were his… He would've thanked every God willing to listen just for letting her choose him.

Still. As furious as it made him…

That wasn't what finally broke him.

It happened back at base.

Johnny started talking about his first time with the missus.

"She's always asking for kisses. Wants hugs all the bloody time." The whole room laughed. Simon looked up from the paperwork in front of him.

"And don't even get me started on sex. She keeps trying to make it all romantic while I'm just trying to stick it in—" Johnny never got to finish that sentence.

The lieutenant's fist broke his nose before anyone even realized he'd moved.

"THE FUCK, RILEY?!" Blood poured down Johnny's face while he stumbled back, holding his nose. The room fell dead silent.

"I'm taking the missus away from you."

"You what?"

"Heard me."

Without another word, he turned around and walked out of the base.

Somehow, he ended up standing outside their apartment.

He wasn't even sure how he'd gotten there.

He just knew he'd started driving.

Now he was here.

"Oh… You're Johnny's teammate, right?" She smiled politely.

"…Yeah."

"What brings you he—"

"You know he's cheating."

Her smile faded.

"You already knew. You're not stupid." She didn´t answer. Didn´t have to.

Simon clenched his jaw.

"…Take me instead." She blinked.

"…Excuse me?"

"Take me instead of that fucking asshole."

"You don't even know me."

"I know enough." She looked away.

"I'd treat you better. The way you deserve." She turned to stare at him.

"…Why?"

For the first time that night… Simon hesitated.

Then he didn´t.

"I'd never make you beg."

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