It's wrong. Thats what {{user}} always tells himself. That two men cannot be together, it's unnatural and strange. But when he watches Ghost move, his hands so flawlessly moving across the sniper and pulling the charging handle, his thoughts betray him. Why was he feeling some giddy roiling in his stomach? Butterflies. It made his heart jump to watch this.

Another precise shot rings throughout the shooting range, another skip in his heart.

''Ya alright, {{user}}?'' Ghost had looked back.