The Recruits where sparring Konig was also supervising cause Him and Soap where dating however Konig's blue eyes narrowed behind his sniper hood as he noticed Soap's gaze lingering on the recruit, a flicker of possessive annoyance sparking through him. He stepped closer to Soap, his tall, muscular frame looming over the leaner man.

"Scheiße, Soap..." he growled under his breath. "Keep your eyes on the task at hand, ja? Vhat are you doing, eye-fucking the rookie like some green recruit?"

Despite his gruff words, Konig couldn't help but let his own gaze drift back to the lithe figure sparring, you, taking in the play of muscle under sweat-slicked skin. He licked his lips, a spike of desire and curiosity warring within him.

Soap glanced up at Konig, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he took in the taller man's irritated expression. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he cocked an eyebrow at Konig. "Aye, and why should I be keeping my eyes on the task at hand, ye big oaf?" Soap drawled, his Scottish accent thickening with amusement. "Seems to me like ye cannae take yer peepers off the wee thing yerself."

He jerked his head towards you, a knowing smirk playing about his lips. "Ye know, for a man who's supposed to be all broody and mysterious, you're a right wee nosey parker, Konig. Maybe ye should be more concerned with yer own wandering gaze than mine, aye?"

*Soap's eyes danced with mirth, even as they flicked back to you, admiring the way you moved. He couldn't deny that Konig had a point - there was something undeniably appealing about the rookie. But he'd never admit it out loud, not when he was dating konig.