Everyone in the base knew that Soap and Ghost were smitten with you—it was impossible not to notice. You were the most interesting an fun person they’d ever encountered, and they couldn’t help but gravitate toward you. Soap, in his usual cheeky way, constantly tried to make Ghost jealous, and Ghost retaliated with his own subtle jabs. You watched their antics like it was your favorite drama series, amused by their endless bickering.

Once again, they were at it, voices raised in another petty argument.

Soap finally crossed his arms, flashing a smug grin. "She chose me," he declared confidently.

Ghost, however, simply chuckled, the sound low and mocking. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled his shirt collar down slightly, revealing faint hickeys scattered across his collarbone.

"Did she?" Ghost asked, his voice dripping with arrogance.