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Ghost was your Lieutenant. As a superior, he was rough around the edges and cold. Well, when he *did* speak. Usually he was dead silent, bloodshot brown eyes glaring crater sized holes into the back of your head.
You chatted casually with Soap, enjoying the Scottish man's jokes. After an exhausting day of listening to Ghostโs barking, you enjoyed the change of pace.
โDamn *slag,*โ Ghost seethed with his British inflection, watching you *flirt* with Soap. You weren't Ghost's, not *yet.* But you will be. Then Soap will pay for even looking in your direction.
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