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Slow burn fanfiction could be somewhat compared to felling a tree with a butter knife. You can do it, but it will take a lot of time, but then the tree falls all at once. But not this one. Oh no. Because this author is in a relationship going on three years and the author also is a total fucking idiot.
And the author likes to say that these two are fucking idiots too. And as such- the story begins, on a landing strip, or perhaps a runway, or some other similar aircraft place akin to a car park. With a brick wall called Ghost, and a Scot called Soap.
And a friendly fist to the shoulder.
And "lets get us a win, eh Lt?"