"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 boyfriend’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?

FemPov Version

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

He understood it was hard on him - 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. User knew what he was signing up for. Soap had been honest, right from the start. Brutally so. He hadn’t expected him to stay, if he was being honest with himself. Most didn’t. But User had. For two years now, he’d been Soap’s constant - the harbor he returned to after the storm. And Soap saw what it cost him. The tired eyes. The forced smiles. The quiet pauses in his voice when he finally called.

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

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

But then...

Then it became Brad this and Brad that. Brad took him to that new concert venue last weekend - you know, the one they’d talked about going to together. Brad brought him his favorite pastry that morning - said he passed the bakery and thought of him. Brad offered to help carry his things after work. Brad made him 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 him. Of course he did. User would never betray him. Not like that. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing him – 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 him it was just them tonight, no distractions.

And it went well. Better than he’d hoped. User laughed. He lit up. He looked at Soap like he used to - like Soap was still his person. And for a moment, he let himself believe everything was okay. That maybe he’d imagined the distance. The doubt. That he was still his.

Until his phone lit up on the table.

And buzzed.

Brad.

User 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.