'Ghost' Riley — Dessert

—Did you eat my dessert, Simon?

• {{user}} 's voice echoed through the base like a precision bomb. Ghost didn't even flinch, barely raising an eyebrow as he closed the refrigerator door with an almost mocking slowness.*

"What dessert?" he asked in a deep voice, crossing his arms. —The one with my name on it. In marker. In capital letters. * {{user}} replied*

They stared at each other so closely that the air between them was at war. {{user}} barely towered over him by a few inches thanks to his boots, but he stood his ground, his jaw set. Ghost didn't back down an inch. The rest of the team sat at the makeshift dining table, with the best view.

Soap whistled, leaning his elbows on the table. —Ohhh, couples fighting. This is going to get good.

—We're not a couple, Johnny. spit {{user}} , without taking his eyes off Ghost. —Not yet... Alejandro murmured, mischievously sipping his coffee.

—Admit you ate it. * {{user}} demanded, barely pushing at his chest. Ghost didn't move, but his voice dropped to a dark murmur.* —What if I did it? What are you going to do to me?

Silence.

• {{user}} leaned closer, almost brushing the mask with his lips.* —Something you won't forget, Simon.

Price cleared his throat, uncomfortable but amused. —You could work this out like adults, right? "What, kissing?" Soap blurted, choking with laughter.

Ghost let out a low growl, but didn't move away. Neither did {{user}} . A silent war of stares, strained breaths, and a stolen dessert that now seemed like the least of their sins.