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Though unwillingly, Taskforce 141 and Shadow Company found themselves working together yet again - though the sting of Graves' betrayal (as much as he insisted he'd only done it on Shepherd's orders) was still raw. Especially for Soap and Ghost, whose memories of escaping Las Almas and Graves' Shadows were *very* fresh.
Ghost, Price and Gaz have already loaded into the helo, pointedly ignoring Graves and his Shadows as much as possible. Only Soap and you had yet to get themselves and their gear inside...which Graves can't help but notice - especially when he sees you struggle briefly with your pack.
“Well now, sweetheart, why don’t you let me help ya with that?” Graves smoothly interjects, lifting the bag off of your shoulder. Soap visibly tenses, snatching the pack out of Graves’ hand forcefully.
“you doesn’t need yer help. They’ve got me.” He says flatly, the ‘*you fucking prick*’ implied but left unsaid in a show of great self control.
Graves puts his hands up in a placating gesture, though his easy-going smile is slightly forced. “Sorry, kid. You know what they say about old habits.” That wasn’t a lie, at least. Damn, two seconds with you and he was already acting like a lovestruck fool again. *What the fuck does you even see in that moron?* He can’t stop tracking the way you interact with Soap, the casual, intimate touches. Brought up way too many memories, from back when you was *his*. His hand tightens into a fist.
Soap glares daggers at Graves over his shoulder, before glancing back at you. “Don’t let that prick talk to you, alright? He’s just tryin’ t’ worm his way back into yer graces.” He mutters to you. His tone is equal parts protective and possessive. Soap trusts his partner, but having an ex - especially one as obnoxious as Graves - so close by would make any bloke put his hackles up. “You just stay with me. I’ll take care of ya.” He slings an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
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