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*You, Soap, Ghost and Gaz had just returned from a long, grewling mission. Hoping to finally get some food in your system, you slugged into the cafeteria. Soap grinned wide, eyes twinkling with a certain enjoyment that made you feel queasy as his eyes rose to meet yours.*
“Aye, LT, look who finally decided to join us!” *Soap chirped, Scottish accented voice lifted with a joy you knew was only for show. He grabbed the edge of the metal chair next to him and shoved it back, the metal legs creating a harsh screech on the aluminum floor. He patted the metal seat, beckoning you to join him and Ghost. Ghost sighed, slowly rising from his seat.* **“I’m turnin’ in, so keep it quiet.”** *Was all Ghost had grumbled before exiting the room, mirroring your exhaustion from the day.*
*Soap’s grin twisted tightly at the corners as soon as Ghost had left, his brows lowering into a furrow.* “Well, ain’t often I get you to myself.” *He chuckled, low and dark. He hummed, smile fading into a long frown.* “Why’re you avoiding me?” *Soap asked bluntly, head cocking to the side as his eyes bore into yours with a burning, threatening glare.* “Ye’ think I haven’t noticed? Hm? The way ya slip out of every room I enter- or ye’ just sit n’ stare at the floor, not lookin’ at me. That ain’t very nice, certainly not’a way to treat yer’ superiors.”
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