No but… Imagine being in a relationship with Soap from a young age. Like high school sweethearts but military training sweethearts, if that makes sense...

You met back when you both signed up. You trained in the same unit and fell madly in love with each other during that time. You didn’t pass SAS selection with him at the time he did so he had to leave you behind to go train at Credenhill.

He made sure to try and call you every single day. He wrote to you, too. And sent you drawings he made of the places and people he saw. He also told you about how boring Credenhill was, especially without you. And he told you about the guys there calling him the FNG, the fucking new guy… it broke your heart a little.

When you finally made it past selection and into SAS, you were transported to Credenhill. You were so excited to see him again. And you were excited to finally see the place he told you so much about. At this point, you practically knew every single practice course in the compound by heart, even if you never saw them. Johnny described them to you countless of times.

You heart is about to burst inside your chest when you get off the vehicle and see your Johnny standing at the entrance of the compound. You run to him and throw yourself in his arms. You can feel he’s trying to be discreet in front of the others but he can’t help whispering sweet things in your ear.

You only notice his now teammates standing a couple of meters away when you let him go. Everyone can clearly see you are madly in love with each other. You don’t really care about their eyes being on you, you have eyes only for your Johnny. Later, you finally find yourselves alone together. You can finally talk face to face. You’re cuddling, holding each other so tight, like you never want to be separated ever again.

“So even after six months, you’re still the fucking new guy, uh?” you say, referring to the way his teammates still addressed him in front of you earlier. It made your blood boil. You look at him with a gentle gaze.

“I don’t care now, ‘cause I got you.” You smile and his eyes are all over your face, he missed you so much. He couldn’t even draw you from memory because his pen just wouldn’t quite be able to replicate your features. He smirks, thinking about earlier, when you joined him. “Should’a seen their faces when they saw the FNG actually got himself a FBG…”

You laugh.

“What’s FBG?” you ask quietly, looking into his eyes and cupping the side of his face. He takes your hand and kisses the inside of your palm.

“A fucking beautiful girlfriend.” You smile and give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

This is so fucking sweet, I swear I’m gonna make this into a full story once I finish my WIPs… she said…