GhostSoap fic according to poll results.
Tired Ghost returns after several months on duty without Soap, who has been recovering from an injury. Despite the late hour, itâs not only Johnny who meets him at the airport. 2385 words.
Fluff, domestic, love, OC child, MDNI
Lieutenant Riley was deadly tired. He sat on the plane, sandwiched between a chatty old woman and a snoring man, and pretended to be asleep. He was wearing camouflage pants, military boots, and a black hoodie. His face was hidden by a fabric mask with a skull print and a hood. Simon looked menacing, but that didnât stop the old woman from trying to talk to him, so pretending to be asleep was the lieutenant's only option to avoid the conversation.
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The last few months have been difficult for TF 141. Soap wasnât with them; he was recovering from a severe injury, so three soldiers had to do the work for four. And there was a lot of work. A variety of scums had activated around the world; TF 141 has been fighting them, thwarting sinister plans, and not even having a couple days of rest at their base. The last mission was the most intense: terrorists threatened to use chemical weapons against civilians, and time was very short. Members of TF 141 did the impossibleâmanaged to neutralize both the bastards and their deadly missiles, but they all were injured, so Captain Price arranged a leave for them. He stayed with Gaz, whoâll have to spend a few days in a hospital, and Ghost took a ticket for the nearest plane to Manchester and went home. The lieutenantâs shot leg hurt, but he didnât think about it. He didnât think about missions, either. His tired mind was filled with thoughts about home, about his beloved Johnny, who must have almost recovered, and about Olivia.
Olivia, this adorable little girl, came into Riley and MacTavishâs life a year ago. She was Simonâs own daughter, the only good thing the lieutenant had done during his very short and failed marriage, which he had entered into almost immediately after he took his revenge on Roba and became a member of TF 141. His wife, Emma, left him when she was pregnant, saying she didnât want the child to grow up with that kind of father, and Simon didnât try to stop her. He was too traumatized and broken by everything that happened to him; he was tormented by nightmares and drank a lot during that time. Simon regularly sent money for his daughter, and in return, his ex-wife sometimes sent him Oliviaâs photos and briefly shared the girlâs milestones. Riley only saw his child once before Emma died in a car accident.
At that time, Ghost was already dating Soap; they spent their leaves together in the lieutenantâs apartment in Manchester and made joint plans, but Johnny still knew nothing about Olivia. It was a difficult conversation that led to an even more difficult decision. The girl had no other relatives; Simon was the only one who had custody of her after her motherâs death, so he and Johnny became Oliviaâs new family.
The plane shook, and Ghost raised his head, looking around. The flight attendant announced that there is a turbulence zone ahead, and all passengers should put the backs of their seats in a vertical position, remove the tables, and fasten their seat belts. The lieutenant did everything with a slight tension, which didnât hide from the gaze of his chatty neighbor.
âAre you afraid of flying?â The old woman asked.
âNo,â Ghost answered. âIâm afraid of falling.â
âYou're saying that as if you've already fallen.â She laughed cheerfully.
âYes,â the lieutenant said. âThree or four times.â
The old woman fell silent, suddenly realizing that her gloomy neighbor wasnât joking. The plane shook again, and it reminded Ghost how he and the others had to jump from a dangerously low height to save themselves from a crashing airlifter. The parachutes managed to open, but the landing was very harsh. Simon escaped with bruises, but Price then severally sprained his leg.
However, today everything went well. The plane left the turbulence zone, and flight attendants began serving drinks. Glancing at his watch, Ghost realized that they had less than an hour to fly, so he quit pretending to be asleep and asked to pour him some tea. The old woman livened up and began to tell something again, but the lieutenant hardly listened to her, automatically nodding from time to time and thinking that very soon he would hug Johnny and kiss his little daughter.
The plane was arriving late, so Simon didnât expect to be met. He was one of the last to go for his luggage, and he was given his backpack and a large military bag with his gear and weapons in a special case. Slowly, limping on his injured leg, he made his way to the exit, where the passengers and those who met them were still standing. The lieutenant walked with his head down, concentrating on his steps and the weight of the bag in his hand, so he absolutely didnât expect what happened next.
Suddenly, the noises of the airport were interrupted by a sonorous childâs voice, and Simon, raising his head, saw his daughter.
âHi, daddy!â She exclaimed loudly and then ran to the lieutenant, holding out her little hands.
The girl was dressed in denim overalls, Simonâs huge camo shirt, and Johnnyâs military cap. Ghost dropped his bag, awkwardly dropped to one knee, and held Olivia to his chest, feeling his eyes start to sting. The girl kissed him on his cheek above the mask; then Johnny came up to them and lifted the lieutenantâs bag with a shiny smile.
âLetâs go home, mo ghaol*.â MacTavish said.
âAye, letâs gang hame, da!â Olivia exclaimed with a strong Scottish accent.
Simon slowly stood up, lifting the girl in his arms, and looked at smiling Johnny.
âWhaâ?â He asked. âWee children quickly pick up everything ânâ easily repeat it.â
Ghost sighed silently and said nothing. He was too tired and very happy to see his family that met him here. Holding his daughter with one hand, he hugged Johnny with the other one, and they walked straight to the exit to the parking lot.
Johnny got behind the wheel, and Simon got in the back seat because Olivia wanted him around. She clung to her dadâs hand and told him about the school she had just started going to, about her new friends, and about the neighborâs dog named Butch. The girl also told how she and âda Johnnyâ were cooking pancakes and almost burned down the kitchen, but everything ended well.
âHey!â Soap exclaimed, looking at her through the mirror. âYe promised nae tae tell daddy Simon aboot it!â
Olivia laughed and showed Johnny her little tongue. Ghost noticed that she spoke with switching up Scottish and Mancunian accents, and he mentally felt sorry for her teachers.
The girlâs enthusiasm was short-lived. It was getting very late, so she fell asleep in Simonâs arms halfway home. He gently stroked his daughterâs blond hair and looked in the mirror, catching Johnnyâs gaze in it.
âI missed you.â Ghost said silently.
It used to be very difficult for him to say such things out loud. Every time Simon wanted to tell Johnny how much he loved him, how much he appreciated him, and how much he trusted him, it was as if invisible, icy fingers were squeezing his throat, preventing him from making a sound. The ghosts of his dead relatives surrounded Riley, reminding him of what happens to those he loves. Soap, however, was patient; he asked nothing and demanded nothing, and gradually the icy grip of the terrible past began to loosen and let go of Simonâs crippled soul.
âI missed ye too.â Johnny answered and smiled gently. âHow is yer leg?â
âSolid.â Ghost said. âAnd how are you, my dear?â
âSolid too.â Soap winked cheerfully. âAfter yer leave, weâll return to thâ duty thâgither.â
Simon carried Olivia into the apartment in his arms, and together with Johnny, they changed the girl into pajamas and put her to bed. She didnât wake up; she just mumbled something in her sleep when Ghost and Soap took turns kissing her on the cheeks before leaving her room.
âGod, I missed ye sae much!â Johnny hugged Simon tightly, just down the hall, and reached in for a kiss. âAre ye hungry?â
âUh⊠yes.â Ghost wasnât able to answer immediately, not wanting to tear himself away from his loverâs lips. âI also want to take a shower. I still have fucking sand on my teeth.â
âThen go.â Soap smiled. âIâll heat up the dinner in thâ meantime. I didnât eat either, was waiting fur ye.â
âJust donât burn the kitchen, copy?â Simon smiled, kissed Johnny again, and, turning him towards the kitchen, sped him up with a slap on his ass.
Riley stood under the streams of hot water for a long time. Then he put a new bandage on his thigh, put on his home sweatpants and a black T-shirt, and left the bathroom. Once, it was also absolutely impossible for Ghost; he always wore his mask or balaclava. But those days were long gone, and he didnât want to remember them now, when Johnny was waiting for him. Johnny, who wasnât afraid of Simon's scarred face and body, who accepted him as he is, who loved him without any conditions or compromises.
Johnny really was already waiting. On the table in the small kitchen were plates of meat and vegetables, a bottle of whiskey, and a couple of candles.
âSo, itâs a date?â Ghost asked, smiling.
âAye!â Soap answered. âSit doon, mo ghaol, ânâ remember that this date must end in bed, if ye know what I mean.â
âFuck yeah!â Simon nodded, taking the fork.
Johnny was curious about the TF 141 missions and how the captain and Kyle were doing, but he didnât ask any questions. Now wasnât the time for that. Now Simon was tired and didnât want to speak; he wanted to listen, so the sergeant told the lieutenant about Olivia, about his rehabilitation, and how he took the girl to his parents, not forgetting to pour whiskey for both of them.
âIt was very tasty, my dear.â Simon said gratefully, when their plates became empty. âDid you cook it yourself?â
âAye!â Johnny answered proudly. âThis is ma mawâs recipe!â
Of course, he didnât tell how he called his mother every minute, asking so many stupid questions that even Mrs. MacTavishâs angelic patience finally failed. The main thing is that Simon liked everything, right?
âI want ye tae drink coffee while Iâll wash thâ dishes.â Soap said. âYe need energy because you'll need to work a lot tonight. I want ye, ye know?â
âAye.â Ghost nodded and then smiled. âI want you too, Johnny.â
They went to their bedroom. Riley closed the door, and MacTavish, meanwhile, quickly pulled off his T-shirt and fell on the bed that had been spread in advance. Simon piled on top of him and started to kiss his lips, his neck, and the scar on his chin greedily.
Soap slid his hands under Ghostâs T-shirt, running his fingers over numerous scars. He let out a breath, closing his eyes for a second before pressing his knee lightly into Johnny's groin, making him groan. They quickly removed the rest of their clothes, throwing them on the floor, and then Soap pressed Simon against the bed and began to kiss his stocky body as he moved down.
âFucking hellâŠâ Ghost gasped as Johnny reached his cock and began to lick it.
He ran his fingers into the mohawk, squeezing and lowering Soap's head. He gave in, wrapped his lips around Ghostâs huge cock, took it in his mouth, and then pushed deeper into his throat. Closing his eyes, he let out a low moan, expressing complete satisfaction at what he was doing.
âDo you like it, yeah?â Simon asked hoarsely, running his fingers through Johnnyâs hair.
âMmpf!â He smacked his lips as he let Ghostâs cock out of his mouth and looked at his partner with his amazing blue eyes. âHell yeah, I likâ it sae much!â
Simon pulled him closer, and Johnny fell on his chest. A second later, he felt his partner's large palm: Ghost's long fingers wrapped around both of their cocks, pressing them together. Soap shivered with satisfaction and started to move, thrusting his hips and feeling the pleasant friction. Simon looked at him, holding him close before sliding his other hand from Johnnyâs back to his ass and squeezing it, making his partner moan again.
âHarder!â Soap begged, and Simon clenched his fingers tighter and started to move his hand faster.
âCome on, Johnny,â he said, âcum for me.â
It was the last straw, the last thing Soap needed to make the pleasure wash over him and carry him away on its sweet waves. He was clinging to Ghost's broad shoulders, sobbing and moaning as he buried his face in his partnerâs neck, and it was so unbelievably beautiful that it didn't take long for Simon to catch him up. Ghost groaned, throwing his head back, and it was one more thing he had never done before. The icy lieutenant was so used to suppressing his emotions that, for a long time, he couldnât get rid of them even in bed, even when he was really good. However, Johnny had fixed that too, and now he was enjoying watching Simon cum.
They smoked in bed lazily, then got up and went to the shower. Soap couldnât stop smiling even when Ghost was kissing him, standing under the streams of hot water. Simon and Johnny put on their pajama pants before going back to bed. The appearance of a child in their home forced them to get rid of some habits, such as going naked to the kitchen at night to drink water. However, none of them regretted or complained, because both managed to love little Olivia very much.
The girl quietly slipped into her dadsâ bedroom early in the morning. Careful not to worry them, Olivia climbed onto the bed and snuggled between Johnny and Simon, who hugged her without waking up. Soon, the girl fell asleep again, and the room, illuminated by the rays of the morning sun, fell into a warm and cozy silence, which was disturbed only by the sounds of the calm breathing of three people.
*Mo ghaol (Gaelic) â my love
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GhostSoap fic according to poll results.
Tired Ghost returns after several months on duty without Soap, who has been recovering from an injury. Despite the late hour, itâs not only Johnny who meets him at the airport. 2385 words.
Fluff, domestic, love, OC child, MDNI
Lieutenant Riley was deadly tired. He sat on the plane, sandwiched between a chatty old woman and a snoring man, and pretended to be asleep. He was wearing camouflage pants, military boots, and a black hoodie. His face was hidden by a fabric mask with a skull print and a hood. Simon looked menacing, but that didnât stop the old woman from trying to talk to him, so pretending to be asleep was the lieutenant's only option to avoid the conversation.
You can keep reading here or on Ao3
The last few months have been difficult for TF 141. Soap wasnât with them; he was recovering from a severe injury, so three soldiers had to do the work for four. And there was a lot of work. A variety of scums had activated around the world; TF 141 has been fighting them, thwarting sinister plans, and not even having a couple days of rest at their base. The last mission was the most intense: terrorists threatened to use chemical weapons against civilians, and time was very short. Members of TF 141 did the impossibleâmanaged to neutralize both the bastards and their deadly missiles, but they all were injured, so Captain Price arranged a leave for them. He stayed with Gaz, whoâll have to spend a few days in a hospital, and Ghost took a ticket for the nearest plane to Manchester and went home. The lieutenantâs shot leg hurt, but he didnât think about it. He didnât think about missions, either. His tired mind was filled with thoughts about home, about his beloved Johnny, who must have almost recovered, and about Olivia.
Olivia, this adorable little girl, came into Riley and MacTavishâs life a year ago. She was Simonâs own daughter, the only good thing the lieutenant had done during his very short and failed marriage, which he had entered into almost immediately after he took his revenge on Roba and became a member of TF 141. His wife, Emma, left him when she was pregnant, saying she didnât want the child to grow up with that kind of father, and Simon didnât try to stop her. He was too traumatized and broken by everything that happened to him; he was tormented by nightmares and drank a lot during that time. Simon regularly sent money for his daughter, and in return, his ex-wife sometimes sent him Oliviaâs photos and briefly shared the girlâs milestones. Riley only saw his child once before Emma died in a car accident.
At that time, Ghost was already dating Soap; they spent their leaves together in the lieutenantâs apartment in Manchester and made joint plans, but Johnny still knew nothing about Olivia. It was a difficult conversation that led to an even more difficult decision. The girl had no other relatives; Simon was the only one who had custody of her after her motherâs death, so he and Johnny became Oliviaâs new family.
The plane shook, and Ghost raised his head, looking around. The flight attendant announced that there is a turbulence zone ahead, and all passengers should put the backs of their seats in a vertical position, remove the tables, and fasten their seat belts. The lieutenant did everything with a slight tension, which didnât hide from the gaze of his chatty neighbor.
âAre you afraid of flying?â The old woman asked.
âNo,â Ghost answered. âIâm afraid of falling.â
âYou're saying that as if you've already fallen.â She laughed cheerfully.
âYes,â the lieutenant said. âThree or four times.â
The old woman fell silent, suddenly realizing that her gloomy neighbor wasnât joking. The plane shook again, and it reminded Ghost how he and the others had to jump from a dangerously low height to save themselves from a crashing airlifter. The parachutes managed to open, but the landing was very harsh. Simon escaped with bruises, but Price then severally sprained his leg.
However, today everything went well. The plane left the turbulence zone, and flight attendants began serving drinks. Glancing at his watch, Ghost realized that they had less than an hour to fly, so he quit pretending to be asleep and asked to pour him some tea. The old woman livened up and began to tell something again, but the lieutenant hardly listened to her, automatically nodding from time to time and thinking that very soon he would hug Johnny and kiss his little daughter.
The plane was arriving late, so Simon didnât expect to be met. He was one of the last to go for his luggage, and he was given his backpack and a large military bag with his gear and weapons in a special case. Slowly, limping on his injured leg, he made his way to the exit, where the passengers and those who met them were still standing. The lieutenant walked with his head down, concentrating on his steps and the weight of the bag in his hand, so he absolutely didnât expect what happened next.
Suddenly, the noises of the airport were interrupted by a sonorous childâs voice, and Simon, raising his head, saw his daughter.
âHi, daddy!â She exclaimed loudly and then ran to the lieutenant, holding out her little hands.
The girl was dressed in denim overalls, Simonâs huge camo shirt, and Johnnyâs military cap. Ghost dropped his bag, awkwardly dropped to one knee, and held Olivia to his chest, feeling his eyes start to sting. The girl kissed him on his cheek above the mask; then Johnny came up to them and lifted the lieutenantâs bag with a shiny smile.
âLetâs go home, mo ghaol*.â MacTavish said.
âAye, letâs gang hame, da!â Olivia exclaimed with a strong Scottish accent.
Simon slowly stood up, lifting the girl in his arms, and looked at smiling Johnny.
âWhaâ?â He asked. âWee children quickly pick up everything ânâ easily repeat it.â
Ghost sighed silently and said nothing. He was too tired and very happy to see his family that met him here. Holding his daughter with one hand, he hugged Johnny with the other one, and they walked straight to the exit to the parking lot.
Johnny got behind the wheel, and Simon got in the back seat because Olivia wanted him around. She clung to her dadâs hand and told him about the school she had just started going to, about her new friends, and about the neighborâs dog named Butch. The girl also told how she and âda Johnnyâ were cooking pancakes and almost burned down the kitchen, but everything ended well.
âHey!â Soap exclaimed, looking at her through the mirror. âYe promised nae tae tell daddy Simon aboot it!â
Olivia laughed and showed Johnny her little tongue. Ghost noticed that she spoke with switching up Scottish and Mancunian accents, and he mentally felt sorry for her teachers.
The girlâs enthusiasm was short-lived. It was getting very late, so she fell asleep in Simonâs arms halfway home. He gently stroked his daughterâs blond hair and looked in the mirror, catching Johnnyâs gaze in it.
âI missed you.â Ghost said silently.
It used to be very difficult for him to say such things out loud. Every time Simon wanted to tell Johnny how much he loved him, how much he appreciated him, and how much he trusted him, it was as if invisible, icy fingers were squeezing his throat, preventing him from making a sound. The ghosts of his dead relatives surrounded Riley, reminding him of what happens to those he loves. Soap, however, was patient; he asked nothing and demanded nothing, and gradually the icy grip of the terrible past began to loosen and let go of Simonâs crippled soul.
âI missed ye too.â Johnny answered and smiled gently. âHow is yer leg?â
âSolid.â Ghost said. âAnd how are you, my dear?â
âSolid too.â Soap winked cheerfully. âAfter yer leave, weâll return to thâ duty thâgither.â
Simon carried Olivia into the apartment in his arms, and together with Johnny, they changed the girl into pajamas and put her to bed. She didnât wake up; she just mumbled something in her sleep when Ghost and Soap took turns kissing her on the cheeks before leaving her room.
âGod, I missed ye sae much!â Johnny hugged Simon tightly, just down the hall, and reached in for a kiss. âAre ye hungry?â
âUh⊠yes.â Ghost wasnât able to answer immediately, not wanting to tear himself away from his loverâs lips. âI also want to take a shower. I still have fucking sand on my teeth.â
âThen go.â Soap smiled. âIâll heat up the dinner in thâ meantime. I didnât eat either, was waiting fur ye.â
âJust donât burn the kitchen, copy?â Simon smiled, kissed Johnny again, and, turning him towards the kitchen, sped him up with a slap on his ass.
Riley stood under the streams of hot water for a long time. Then he put a new bandage on his thigh, put on his home sweatpants and a black T-shirt, and left the bathroom. Once, it was also absolutely impossible for Ghost; he always wore his mask or balaclava. But those days were long gone, and he didnât want to remember them now, when Johnny was waiting for him. Johnny, who wasnât afraid of Simon's scarred face and body, who accepted him as he is, who loved him without any conditions or compromises.
Johnny really was already waiting. On the table in the small kitchen were plates of meat and vegetables, a bottle of whiskey, and a couple of candles.
âSo, itâs a date?â Ghost asked, smiling.
âAye!â Soap answered. âSit doon, mo ghaol, ânâ remember that this date must end in bed, if ye know what I mean.â
âFuck yeah!â Simon nodded, taking the fork.
Johnny was curious about the TF 141 missions and how the captain and Kyle were doing, but he didnât ask any questions. Now wasnât the time for that. Now Simon was tired and didnât want to speak; he wanted to listen, so the sergeant told the lieutenant about Olivia, about his rehabilitation, and how he took the girl to his parents, not forgetting to pour whiskey for both of them.
âIt was very tasty, my dear.â Simon said gratefully, when their plates became empty. âDid you cook it yourself?â
âAye!â Johnny answered proudly. âThis is ma mawâs recipe!â
Of course, he didnât tell how he called his mother every minute, asking so many stupid questions that even Mrs. MacTavishâs angelic patience finally failed. The main thing is that Simon liked everything, right?
âI want ye tae drink coffee while Iâll wash thâ dishes.â Soap said. âYe need energy because you'll need to work a lot tonight. I want ye, ye know?â
âAye.â Ghost nodded and then smiled. âI want you too, Johnny.â
They went to their bedroom. Riley closed the door, and MacTavish, meanwhile, quickly pulled off his T-shirt and fell on the bed that had been spread in advance. Simon piled on top of him and started to kiss his lips, his neck, and the scar on his chin greedily.
Soap slid his hands under Ghostâs T-shirt, running his fingers over numerous scars. He let out a breath, closing his eyes for a second before pressing his knee lightly into Johnny's groin, making him groan. They quickly removed the rest of their clothes, throwing them on the floor, and then Soap pressed Simon against the bed and began to kiss his stocky body as he moved down.
âFucking hellâŠâ Ghost gasped as Johnny reached his cock and began to lick it.
He ran his fingers into the mohawk, squeezing and lowering Soap's head. He gave in, wrapped his lips around Ghostâs huge cock, took it in his mouth, and then pushed deeper into his throat. Closing his eyes, he let out a low moan, expressing complete satisfaction at what he was doing.
âDo you like it, yeah?â Simon asked hoarsely, running his fingers through Johnnyâs hair.
âMmpf!â He smacked his lips as he let Ghostâs cock out of his mouth and looked at his partner with his amazing blue eyes. âHell yeah, I likâ it sae much!â
Simon pulled him closer, and Johnny fell on his chest. A second later, he felt his partner's large palm: Ghost's long fingers wrapped around both of their cocks, pressing them together. Soap shivered with satisfaction and started to move, thrusting his hips and feeling the pleasant friction. Simon looked at him, holding him close before sliding his other hand from Johnnyâs back to his ass and squeezing it, making his partner moan again.
âHarder!â Soap begged, and Simon clenched his fingers tighter and started to move his hand faster.
âCome on, Johnny,â he said, âcum for me.â
It was the last straw, the last thing Soap needed to make the pleasure wash over him and carry him away on its sweet waves. He was clinging to Ghost's broad shoulders, sobbing and moaning as he buried his face in his partnerâs neck, and it was so unbelievably beautiful that it didn't take long for Simon to catch him up. Ghost groaned, throwing his head back, and it was one more thing he had never done before. The icy lieutenant was so used to suppressing his emotions that, for a long time, he couldnât get rid of them even in bed, even when he was really good. However, Johnny had fixed that too, and now he was enjoying watching Simon cum.
They smoked in bed lazily, then got up and went to the shower. Soap couldnât stop smiling even when Ghost was kissing him, standing under the streams of hot water. Simon and Johnny put on their pajama pants before going back to bed. The appearance of a child in their home forced them to get rid of some habits, such as going naked to the kitchen at night to drink water. However, none of them regretted or complained, because both managed to love little Olivia very much.
The girl quietly slipped into her dadsâ bedroom early in the morning. Careful not to worry them, Olivia climbed onto the bed and snuggled between Johnny and Simon, who hugged her without waking up. Soon, the girl fell asleep again, and the room, illuminated by the rays of the morning sun, fell into a warm and cozy silence, which was disturbed only by the sounds of the calm breathing of three people.
*Mo ghaol (Gaelic) â my love
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