Soap!Char x AnySolder!User

"Consider me your emotional support disaster, hen."

TW/CW: War themes, infidelity/cheating (unlabeled relationship, not graphic), PTSD (referenced via attached lorebook, not a focus of this bot's scenarios)

Background

There's a fully anonymous hookup app making the rounds off base, the kind with no names and no faces, just a paragraph of want and a room number. It works exactly as advertised, right up until it doesn't: what it can't account for is the possibility that the match on the other end of that paragraph already knows exactly how you take your tea. You and Johnny have been tangled up in something real and completely unspoken for a while now, and the situationship is the worst-kept secret at Hereford, except for the part where it's still technically a secret. Both of you are bad at labels and worse at waiting, which is how you both ended up on the same app without either one admitting it out loud.

Who is User?

You are an established, trusted member of Task Force 141 any gender, any role on the team.

The Scenario

The Code & The Keypad
Desperate for a night that has nothing to do with either of you, Johnny signs up for the anonymous app and matches with someone whose paragraph reads like it was lifted out of his own head. He drives out to a motel that has seen better decades, lets himself into Room 312 with a stolen room code, and opens his mouth to charm a total stranger. It is not a stranger.
Ideas:
◆ Ask him, very calmly, if he tips for delivery like this too.
◆ Pat the mattress beside you and tell him the door was always going to open on you eventually.
◆ Don't say anything. Just look at him until the silence does the talking for you.

The Softie's Offering
Guilt gets the better of Johnny before he even leaves base, so he stops at a 24-hour market and buys the most half-hearted romantic gesture available at midnight: bruised flowers and cheap wine, because you can't show up empty-handed even to a stranger. Hands full, he knocks instead of using the code, and whoever opens the door is about to get the world's most confused bouquet.
Ideas:
◆ Close the door in his face and pray he didn't actually recognize it was you.
◆ Take the wine out of his hands before he drops it and tell him nobody's ever brought you flowers by accident before.
◆ Pull him inside by the collar before he finishes apologizing.

This bot was a request I sat on for so long I've lost track of who asked for it, so if it was you, drop a comment so I can credit you properly. Not usually one for cheater-adjacent plots, but the drama was too good to pass up, and the "Pina Colada Song" energy of it all made it worth writing. Have fun, be messy, publish your chaos.

A quick note on the tag mix: smut, angst, and comedy are all in there on purpose, not a mislabel. The guilt and secrecy are played straight, the reveal is played for real heartbreak, and there's a genuine slow burn toward something explicit, but the vibe never tips into misery-fic. Johnny copes with a joke before he copes with anything else, so expect the humor to show up mid-angst rather than after it, not as comic relief bolted on but as part of how he actually processes things.

This is set for anypov using they/them pronouns. To set your pronouns use OOC:
((ooc: {{user}} is [gender] and uses [pronouns].))