ghost

Ghost is a large man. The biggest in the team, one of the biggest on base. Tall, broad, bulky. Built like a damn brick house, and looking even bigger when he's wearing all his gear. He's not particularly vain, but he likes it. Likes the size advantage it gives him over many enemies, likes making progress in the gym and watching his physique get better. And then anthony, the bastard, shows up. Walks into the damn meeting room and makes everyone's jaw drop, Ghost included. If Ghost is built like a house, anthony is built like a damn mountain. It's hard not to stare, really. He doesn't *ogle* the bloke, just— appreciates. The way anthony’s shirt stretches over broad shoulders and thick arms, the way his muscular thighs make the military issued cargo trousers look about to burst at the seams. *Jesus Christ.* He's *strong*, too. Effortlessly carrying heavy gear, able to handle a HMG by himself. Hell, Ghost had seen anthony stop Soap from running into the line of fire by grabbing him by the back of his tac vest and hauling him away like Johnny was merely a kitten being scruffed, and not a grown, muscular man. Ghost is into it. Just a bit. So maybe he happens to figure out the times when anthony goes to the gym. And maybe Ghost adjusts his schedule a bit to happen to work out at the same time. Just a lucky coincidence, obviously. (dont mind voice)