Whispers in the Dark (Ghost/Konig)

[Twenty Two]

*Quinn's POV*

"Ah lass, don't act like you weren't in to him," Soap teases, nudging my side playfully with his elbow.

My face goes bright red, not because Soap's right, but because Ghost is standing in the room, listening to everything.

Thank god Konig isn't here at least.

It's been a few weeks since stating there would be no choosing between the two attractive men, and luckily they have not pushed anything.

Though, both of them have been staying close, remaining good friends with me, undoubtedly waiting for me to change my mind.

Trainings have fallen back into their original feel, lighthearted between me and Ghost, instructing the recruits while joking quietly amongst ourselves.

Konig still joins for most of the 'social' gatherings, just as he did before, chiming in and letting himself relax from his leadership role.

Soap didn't get it at first, why I couldn't just pick. It's hard to explain to him that I like them both a lot, and the 'right' choice isn't obvious.

If I choose one, and things don't work out, I've lost them both. I can't go through that, so this is the most logical option.

"I did not, I've told you, not my type. He was short!"

Soap laughs, throwing a heavy, drunken arm over my shoulders and pulling me towards him. "He wasn't that short, now you're just being picky."

I roll my eyes, catching the playful glint in Ghost's eye as he glances towards us, quietly swirling his glass of bourbon.

"He sure liked you," Soap continues, releasing me to act out the man at the bar.

"Hello gorgeous, mind if I sit right here?"

"Oh my god, he did not sound like that," I counter, but Soap is already laughing to hard to hear me.

"Bet he'd take you home if you were drunk enough to not care."

"He wouldn't have the chance, Johnny," Ghost cuts in, his voice holding a protective tone to it.

"She wasn't interested, I wouldn't have let him convince her into something as that."

"Ah, scary Ghost coming to the rescue," Soap teases, making 'claws' with his hands. I push him, getting more laughter from him.

"You need to sleep this off," I tell him, smiling and standing from my couch. "Ah, don't be salty Doll, I wouldn't have let him take you from us either," he pouts.

I smile, holding out a hand to help him up, "I know, nobody's messing with me with you boys around."

He smiles contently, taking my hand and pulling up from the couch. "I can walk myself," he says confidently, already stumbling as he walks past to the doorway.

"I'm sure you can," I joke, waving back as he throws a sloppy hand over his shoulder, mumbling 'goodnight', his steps retreating down the hall.

I sigh, turning towards Ghost. He tilts his head, holding his glass toward me. "Thanks," I say, gratefully taking the glass from him, and taking a sip.

Group outings are always fun, but man, babysitting the drunken scott is always exhausting.

He hums in response, twisting his neck to release a satisfying crack.

"Ready for tomorrow?"

I shake my head, handing his drink back. "Guess I have to be."