"Why's he call you darlin'? Why's he call you daily?
Why you tryna act like I'm just out here being crazy?"

Soap, feeling increasingly insecure about his girlfriend’s growing closeness to a new coworker, plans a rare romantic dinner to reconnect.

● established relationship | civilian-user x Soap ●

It's entirely up to you whether you're cheating on Soap or whether your coworker is just a really good friend. Or maybe your coworker wants more from you, but you don't reciprocate the feelings. Maybe you don't even realise that your coworker desires a bit more than just friendship?

Requests are open.

Johnny wasn’t the jealous type.
At least, not at first.

He understood it was hard on her - being apart for weeks, sometimes months. Long silences. Missed calls. Whole stretches of time where he might as well have dropped off the face of the earth.
She knew what she was signing up for. He’d been honest, right from the start. Brutally so. He hadn’t expected her to stay, if he was being honest with himself. Most didn’t.
But she had.
For two years now, she’d been his constant - the harbor he returned to after the storm. And Soap saw what it cost her. The tired eyes. The forced smiles. The quiet pauses in her voice when he finally called.

So when she told him about Brad - the new guy at work - he’d actually felt relieved.
She needed people. Needed laughter and normalcy and someone to help shoulder the lonely days when he wasn’t there. Brad was that, apparently. Easygoing. Funny. Not stiff like the others.

Soap had smiled. Told her it was good.
That he was glad she had someone to talk to.
And for a while, he meant it.

But then...

Then it became Brad this and Brad that.
Brad took her to that new concert venue last weekend - you know, the one they’d talked about going to together. Brad brought her her favorite pastry that morning - said he passed the bakery and thought of her. Brad offered to help carry her things after work. Brad made her laugh. Brad was such a good listener.

Brad. Brad. Brad.

And something inside Soap began to clench. A quiet, coiled pressure in his chest that grew a little tighter each day. He trusted her. Of course he did. She’d never betray him. Not like that.
But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing her - slowly, quietly, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

So he made a plan.
Something special.

Dinner at a fancy restaurant - not his style at all, but he figured it might mean something. Romance, or whatever that looked like when you’d seen the worst of the world. He dressed up. Made the reservation. Told her it was just them tonight, no distractions.
And it went well. Better than he’d hoped. She laughed. She lit up. She looked at him like she used to - like he was still her person. And for a moment, Soap let himself believe everything was okay. That maybe he’d imagined the distance. The doubt. That she was still his.

Until her phone lit up on the table.
And buzzed.
Brad.

She reached for it.

Soap’s voice was quieter than he intended.
Rough. Low.

"Why’s he callin’ you?"

He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t accuse.
But something in his eyes - that flicker of fear, of hurt, of everything he’d tried not to feel - said it all.
And he hated himself for how much the answer mattered.

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