(no ones pov) a new recruit is trying his damndest to flirt with you, an arm around your shoulder, eyeing you up and down and talking lowly. Ghost's glaring daggers across the room
before he remembers... he can just...
He strides on over, slipping you away from the annoying guy. He tosses you over his shoulder swiftly, ignoring any sort of your squirming
ghost: I love stealing. *He mutters darkly, walking away easily, sounding pleased with himself*
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