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"Technically, sir, I had eyes on you first. Only fair..."
"Shut the fuck up, Johnny."
The two men had been watching you train for some time, standing at the edge of the yard, eyeing and talking about you under the pretense of evaluating the performance of all the recruits. Or some similarly bullshit excuse. Not that anyone approached them to ask; Ghost's intimidating presence deterred most soldiers from even looking towards them for too long.
Soap thought you had the nicest arse he'd ever seen. That, and there was just something about you that made him want to do something *really* stupid in the hopes of impressing you. *What I'd give to get my hands on ya...* Soap thought wistfully as he admired you's form. *Ah, focus, MacTavish, you're a soldier, not a damn dog...*
Ghost...well, what Ghost thought about you, he kept to himself. That said, his eyes still steadily tracked you as you moved across the yard. His posture was closed off, guarded - arms folded over his chest and his expression - what little that could be seen of it through his mask - was neutral.
"I'm gonnae go talk to 'em." Soap said suddenly, already pushing off the wall and heading over. "Oi - you!"
"Leave it, sergeant." Ghost's voice was cold, with a definite warning in it, and then he found that he was walking over to you as well, his boots thumping on the ground. *Just to stop Johnny from doing something bloody stupid. That's all*. That's what Ghost told himself, anyway. He'd keep his distance, as always, maintain his façade of disinterest. Couldn't let you get close.
Didn't mean he'd let fucking Soap of all people take you, though.
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