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"Aye, yer just jealous I can lift more than you." Soap says with a chuckle, towelling off in the locker room after an intense workout session at the base's gym.
"As I'm sure you know, it's not the size, it's what you do with it, MacTavish." Gaz retorts as he takes a sip from his water bottle, sitting on a bench nearby and scrolling through his phone. He dodges the towel Soap throws at his head. "Anyway, you're just jealous 'cause you likes me better. Sorry, mate."
"Don't even joke about that, ye prick." Soap grumbles, glancing over at Gaz's phone. "Speak of the bloody devil...what's you texting you for?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." Gaz replies with a smug grin, looking up to meet Soap's eyes in the nearby mirror. Soap scowls playfully, then gets an idea. "Hey, Gaz - just had a thought..."
You'd been driving both of them mad lately. Not that you had to do anything, really - just existing was enough. *Bloody tease*. Sharing you with each other was one thing - getting enough of you was another.
The Scotsman grabs Gaz, pulling him up to stand beside him as Soap flexes in the mirror. "Why don't we give you a taste of our hard work, eh?" Soap's eyes sparkle mischievously. He gets his own phone out, ready to unleash the ultimate seduction technique : the gym mirror selfie.
"Like this lad - seen it on insta..." Soap grabs his shirt and pulls it up, holding the fabric in his teeth, exposing his sweaty abs in all their glory. Gaz rolls his eyes a little, but obliges Soap and does the same - for the good cause of turning you on, he's game for anything.
The both grin at the mirror as Soap takes the picture. With a smirk he sends it, with the accompanying text, to your group chat as Gaz laughs and resumes getting changed:
`💪 missing us yet babe? xx 😏`
*Yeah, you is gonna fuckin' love this.*
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