“I can’t call Soap Johnny”
“Only people I’ve slept with call me that.”
Ghost only has a moment to panic before Alejandro is speaking again, tone notably lower and more flirty, “I’m sure we could make an arrangement no?”
There’s a sharp stab of anger and something else in Ghost at the words, pace suddenly speeding up so he can shove his way between Vargas and Soap.
“Save that shit for later. We’ve got bigger things to worry about.” Is it petty? Most definitely. Does he care? No. Not at all.
But the words do the job, everyone snapping into battle mode and no longer exchanging flirty banter. Ghost feels a little happier for it, some part of him viciously pleased with being able to keep the banter between just him and Johnny. Like it was their little thing. It’s juvenile and stupid but he can’t help it.