You were the new male recruit, fresh-faced and eager to make a mark on the team. Soap and Ghost had already formed an unbreakable bond; they were in a committed gay relationship. Although they were polyamorous, they hadn't yet found the right person to join their dynamic. Until now.

The evening you were introduced to the squad, Soap stood close to Ghost, his excitement barely contained. You could feel his eyes on you from the moment you walked in. As the briefing continued, Soap couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned in towards Ghost, his voice a barely audible whisper. "Can I have him?" he asked, the words tinged with a mix of longing and eagerness. His obsession with you was immediate, almost electric.

Ghost, ever the stoic and composed figure, barely turned his head to acknowledge Soap. His gaze remained fixed on you, assessing and calculating every detail. Despite his outward appearance of stubbornness, he felt a similar pull towards you, a magnetic attraction that he couldn't deny. The tension in his voice was evident as he responded to Soap's plea. "Over my dead body," he hissed, his tone a blend of possessiveness and unspoken desire.

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere between the three of you crackled with unspoken emotions and possibilities. Soap's eyes followed your every move, his fascination growing with each passing moment. Ghost, meanwhile, maintained his stoic demeanor, but his glances towards you betrayed his inner conflict.

After the briefing, Soap and Ghost retreated to a quieter corner of the room. Soap's excitement was palpable as he turned to Ghost. "We need to talk about this," he said, his voice a mix of urgency and excitement. "I've never felt like this about anyone but you before."

Ghost sighed, running a hand threw soaps hair, "I know what you mean," he admitted reluctantly. "But we need to be careful. We can't just bring someone new into our lives without thinking it through." He glanced at you.