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**Birthday Blues**

Short Story // Comfort // Birthday

Ghost and Soap

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“Happy Birthday Lt!” Soap shouted and busted down Ghost’s bedroom door. He wanted to sleep in but it seemed that was not going to happen. The Scot was by his bedside within seconds. Speaking about something Ghost didn’t quite catch. He had just woken- been woken up and nothing made sense yet.

Grunting Ghost sat up in bed, going to tell Soap to quiet down. He didn’t exactly want everyone to know it was his birthday. In fact he wasn’t even sure how Soap had found out in the first place.

However, before he could even speak a tray of food was shoved into his lap. Waffles with a side of syrup. Butter coated the top of the waffles and melted there slowly.

“It’s your birthday, or did I get the date wrong?” Soap fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a cracked to hell phone with a smile. “No, it’s today.” Soap looked back to the sleepy man. Blonde feathered hair stuck up in random places. Tired brown eyes blinking down looking at the meal Soap had placed before them.

“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t celebrate my birthday. Everytime I try something goes wrong. Trust me.” Ghost finally managed to explain. Maybe he could save this. “I’ll eat the food though. Haven’t had breakfast in bed before.”

Pursing his lips, Soap looked in deep thought. “Well, today we are celebrating it. Sooo, eat up. Gonna need all the energy you can get for today!”

Sleep would have also given him energy, Ghost thought. He scooted back and started on the waffle. Even the syrup had been warmed up. A small part of him felt this was too much already. He didn’t want to be doted on.

As reluctant as Ghost was, Soap managed to get him out of bed and even out the door. Driving them all the way up into the mountains. Supposedly there was a small town there and Soap was excited to spend the day with him. Celebrating his birthday to the fullest!

You can imagine how that went..

First the lunch place Soap wanted to take Ghost had been closed. He didn’t check before they left, of course.

Then the truck's wheel got stuck in a random patch of sand. Ghost and Soap had to dig that out. Nothing was going right, as Ghost had assumed would happen.

“That’s it!” Soap shouted hitting the steering wheel. “I know something that not even this damned universe can mess up.” He grumbled and growled driving down the road with determination on his face.

Ghost couldn’t help but laugh, though he continued to go along with it.Soap pulled up to an ice cream parlor, rushing out to check if it was open. It was, even though he again didn’t check beforehand.

Opening Ghosts door Soap stood there proud with his chest puffed out. “Alright, ice cream, everyone loves ice cream. You can sample flavors and get exactly what You want.” Nothing could ruin this.

Stepping out of the truck and into the parlor they were greeted with a young lady, she didn’t look over 20. This might have even been her first job. “What can I get you gentlemen?” She piped up and looked eager to help.

“We were just gonna sample a few flavors then decide.” Soap explained and eyed the ice cream behind the glass. Ghost smiled at how excited he looked.

“Can I try this one?” That went on for a while. Soap trying different flavors and then asking Ghosts opinion.

“It’s..good. What flavor is that one?” Ghost questioned as Soap’s face flushed. Had Ghost really just flirted with him?

“Erm.. this is Lemon Lavender.” Came the reply as Ghost nearly choked.

“W-What? I’m allergic to lavender.” Soap’s face dropped at that. Looking to the woman behind the counter, Soap apologized over and over as he pushed Ghost out the door.

Once Soap and Ghost had been placed in a room at the medical center Soap burst into tears. He sobbed and sniffled, not meeting Ghost’s reddening face.

He wasn’t deathly allergic but he definitely itched.

“I just wanted..” Soap’s words broke off as he cried more, “for you to enjoy your birthday! Then I go.. I go and poison you!”

Laughing, Ghost held his stomach and tried to speak but he couldn’t stop laughing. Soap sniffled once more and glared at Ghost. “It’s not funny!”

“Johnny, this has been the best birthday ever.” Ghost explained as he wrapped an arm around Soap’s waist pulling him into the medical bed with him.

“You don’t have to lie..” Was all the reply Soap offered.

“It is.. I got to spend the whole day with you. It sure won’t be a birthday I’ll forget, that’s for sure.” With that, Ghost leaned in and kissed Soap’s cheek.

Definitely won’t be a birthday he will forget. Not ever.

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**True Loves Kiss**

Short Story // Comfort // Valentine’s Day

Ghost and Soap

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Ghost sleeps on his side and snores so softly. While laying there, his love handles bunch up and make these beautiful hip dips. The stretch marks and scars liter his sides. Bounding back and forth over his skin.

Yet Soap can't get enough. Waking up early just to kiss all that Ghost hates about himself or tries to cover up.

Kissing each stretch mark he can find and nosing his way across the soft skin towards the next. Making sure each is shown just how precious they truely are.

He traces over each scar before placing gentle kisses along the whole of it.

Murmuring in his sleep, Ghost feels Soap's lips dance on his skin.

Quieting the man, Soap whispering sweet nothings against warm skin. Scooting ever closer to Ghost, he drapes a leg over his side.

Continuing his work, Soap caresses Ghost's back with soft touches of his hand. Making sure Ghost knows he's taken care of and safe.

Nuzzling into Ghost's shoulder, kissing them possessively. Just to scoot forward and kiss all the way up to Ghost's cheek.

Stopping just above Ghosts lips, Soap looks down at the peaceful sleeping man.

For once Ghost looks content and safe.Nothing in this world to darken his face.His soft snores are the only noise in the room besides the buzzing of the fan overhead.

Everything is perfect. The scene before him, is one Soap wants to wake up to everyday. To cherish each morning, each moment spent with the other.

Smiling to himself, Soap leans forward into Ghost's lips, as if to wake him with true love's kiss.

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**Brain Trap**

Short Story // Comfort Angst // Descriptions of Death //

Ghost and Soap

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Ghost thought about dying a lot. He didn't mean to but, thoughts would just randomly pop into his head as the day wore on. Random ways he could die at any given moment.

Ghost shook thoughts from out of mind and hustled out to the training yard to join the others. Price had set up an obstacle course for today, that shouldn't be too hard. No, it shouldn’t be.

Soap and Gaz laughed and ran ahead through it swiftly. Racing the other as they pushed and shoved. The course creaking and clanking under their boots as they tore through it.

The course was made high off the ground and out of wood. There were lots of ropes to climb and jumps to cross. Sand and water below in some areas for safety purposes.

Ghost ran forward and leaped off the first jump grabbing the rope firmly and hoisting himself up to the top. Jumping down to the other side of the wall. His eyes watched as Soap and Gaz made it across the swinging bars.

Ghost followed after them and leaped forward to grab the bar. His fingers must have slipped.. Ghost felt the bar slid right out from his hand before he fell. Smashing his head into the side wood bar before falling into the water below. Blood turned the water red as his body floated to the top of the surface. Ghost had died.

No- wait, he didn't. He had grabbed the bar perfectly in fact. Blinking rapidly to clear his vision of his own death, before Ghost swung forward on the bars. Completing the obstacle course just a tad slower than the others.

Soon it was lunchtime and Ghost made his way to the mess hall. He just got something small. He wasn't too hungry after this morning. Oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar sprinkled over top. Yum. He sat down to eat it at a table by himself.

Ghost watched as Gaz and Soap made conversation and waved him over to the nearby table, smiles etched into their faces.

Ghost didn't budge, just ate his oatmeal slowly. Yet what if he choked and couldn't call out for help? What if the last thing he did was ignore his team? A lump of anxiety formed in his throat. Shit, was he choking now?

No..no, he could breathe but, it was tight. Ghost’s hand moved to his own throat as if trying to pry at the unyielding stress. Blood pressure rising, his heart was gonna jump out of his chest. Just another way to die really, haunting, mocking him.

Ghost slid his chair back, tossing his meal and exited the mess hall promptly. A shower, yes, a shower would help soothe his mind.

Ghost made his way to the barracks and undressed, wrapping a towel around his lower body, heading to the shower stalls. Closing the curtains behind himself and turned on the water. Shutting his eyes and just letting the water run over him. Soothing, his body was relaxing, and his mind calmer.

Opening his eyes just to see that the water wasn't draining. It was rising, flooding. This wasn't a shower but, rather a magician's show. He was chained down to the floor and the water was rising fast.

Ghost must get the key and undo all 4 shackles. A quick look around revealed the key hung just above him. No matter how he tried Ghost couldn’t reach it yet. The water needed to rise for him to grab it. A crowd roared in the background as he swam up towards the key as the water flooded the box.

Clutching it, he swam back down to undo his shackles. His lungs burned begging for air, air that would never come. Choking as the currents crawled down his throat, like a vole looking for warmth in the winter. He was drowning, drowning and no one seemed to care. The crowd just clapped thinking it was all part of the show.

Ghost's eye opened and he was back in the shower. The hot water all used up and the cold water rushed over his skin. He blinked slowly and shut the water off. Turned to get dressed into his pajamas and walked toward his bed after hanging the towel he used.

The bunk bed creaked as he sat down on the bottom bunk. Ghost layed back and looked up at the top bunk. What if the screws were loose and the top fell on him. Flattening him like a sandwich..?

Ghost turned on his side and stared blankly at the wall. It wouldn’t stop, it wouldn’t shut up. His chest still felt tight and his eyes clenched shut. The walls threatened to close in and he started to hyperventilate. Gripping at his hair as his body shook, curling into a ball.

A hand pulled him from his thoughts. Ghost’s eyes blinked open quickly, turning to take in the sight of who touched him. Soap's hand rested on his shoulder. Ghost’s eyes widened slightly. This didn’t seem like just another thought, but he could never tell.

Maybe Soap had come to suffocate him with a pillow? He had done terrible on the obstacle course after all. Not to mention ignoring him in the dining hall.. yet Ghost’s eyes trailing down to the stuffie in the man’s hand.

“Here.” Soap urged gently handing Ghost a plush fox animal. His movements slow and calculated, as if dealing with a wild animal, ready to flee at any moment.

Ghost looked at Soap confused and the other just smiled slowly. “I use this when I'm stressed,” Soap explained standing up, walking back to his bed without another word. Soap climbed into his and pulled the covers close before drifting off to sleep once more.

Silence. Not just in the barracks but, in Ghost’s mind as well. Ghost looked from the lump rising and falling on Soap's bed, then back to the plush he now held. Gingerly bringing the plush close to his chest, his eyes slowly fluttered shut.

Ghost thought about dying a lot, he didn't mean to.

Yet now when his thoughts boiled over, he held the stuffed animal close and thought of Johnny.

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Please, excuse any spelling mistakes…

[shroomdle]

**Coffee Shop AU**

Short story // Pursuing Eachother

Alejandro and Rudy

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Rain hammed down against the outside of the coffee shop. It was unexpected really, just moments ago it was cloudy with a few beams of light poking through the cloud cover.

Alejandro paid no mind to the rain outside, it was getting later into his shift and he still had a few hours. He preferred working the night shift, not many people stopped by, all except one regular. If anything they should have been there soon, if not already. Maybe they had changed their mind due to the rain.

Pacing and cleaning mugs that's were already cleaned, Alejandro watched the double doors. Barely able to see through them now as rain pattered against the sides.

Another hour had passed and Alejandro had served the few stranglers through out the evening.

His mind wandered as he swept behind the counter only to be broken by the sound of the shop bell once more. He didn't even look up to greet the person, "Still raining hard, hmm?"

The voice that responded nearly made Alejandro stumble.

"Dios mío, came out of no where. You know me l can't be caught in the rain." Rudy replied shaking off his coat and tucking the umbrella away by the coffee shop door.

"Is that so?" Alejandro responded setting his things aside. His eyes looked up to meet Rudy's. He could stare at this man all day, raindrops glittering across the jacket he wore. Rudy's eyes seemed to smile at him as he made his way to the counter.

"It is so, I don't mind the rain when it not pouring down on me."

Alejandro felt his heart swell and his cheeks grown red, his body moved without hesitation, maybe even against his will. Stepping around the counter to meet Rudy.

"Well then you can't leave.." Was all Alejandro could get to leave his mouth.

"That so.?" Rudy replied breathlessly, using Alejandro's own words against him. Rudy's eyes tracking the other man as he moved closer. Rudy's cheeks flushing red as well, a quickness to his breath.

"Yes, because sugar melts." Ale replied coolly, reaching up to cup Rudy's face gently into his palm.

Without another beat between them, Rudy leaned against the other man's hand. Relishing the attention, his eyes fluttering shut for just a moment. Feeling Alejandro's heart beat through the palm of his hand.

"How long have you been holding onto that one for?" Rudy whispered.

"Ever since I saw you the first time you walked in. I've wanted to taste those sweet lips of yours. Run my fingers through your hair and hold you close." Alejandro explained his heart felt as it would beat out of his chest. He rocked forward on his feet ever so slightly.

"Can't keep you away with that sweet tooth of yours.." Rudy finally replied his eyes blinking open to meet Alejandro's.

"Never." Was a breathless response from Alejandro as his free hand found Rudy's waist, leaning him back against the counter.

Rain pattering outside. Lightning lit up the shop and thunder rolled, giving Alejandro that invigorating feeling he needed. His lips met Rudy's. He practically melted into the kiss as Rudy's hands found their place on Alejandro's hips.

Their lips moved against the others, finding their rhythm.

Rudy pulled back for just a moment, "Finalmente." Without another word Rudy tugged at Alejandro's belt loops and kissed him back.

Alejandro gasped in surprise to the sudden words. His hand gripping Rudy's hip his other thumbed over the side of the other man's face.

/Finally/

The rain paid no mind to the two, continuing to batter down the side of the window. Lightning danced across the scene through the glass, as if sparks were emitting from the kiss.

It seemed Alejandro found something sweeter than sugar.

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Please, excuse any spelling mistakes…

[shroomdle]

**Little Things**

Little Quotes // Comfort

Ghost and Soap

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Ghost walked into the room and smiled glancing at Soap.

G: “Does my shirt smell?” Ghost asked picking at his shirt neck line.

Soap looked over confused as his eyes brows knitted together.

S: “Does it smell?” Soap replied and stepped closer to Ghost. Leaning in to smell Ghosts shirt.

Ghost smiled and kissed the top of Soaps head as he leaned in.

Soap pulled back blushing, a reddish hue climbing up to his ears.

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**Suicidal Thoughts**

Short Story // Comfort // Angst // Happy Ending

Ghost and Soap

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// Ghost who is so tried and can’t do it anymore //

In a bar with Soap and Ghost is drinking more than usual. His voice slurs and he claims he will walk himself back to base. Standing and stumbling to the bar door. Soap walks after Ghost carefully and rests his hand into Ghosts shoulder.

S: “Your too drunk to be walking back to base alone, I’ll come with you.”

G: “I’m not drunk..” Ghost would claim as he stumbled into Soap. “You are..” Ghosts cheeks red with alcohol.

S: “Sure- how many glasses of whiskey did you have? At least over 5.”

G: “5-er 6.. Can’t remember Doesn’t matter, no more..” Ghost muttered and leaned into Soap his eyes half lidded.

S: “6.. Have a death wish or something?” Soap changing his walking cadence to keep in time with Ghosts stumbling ones.

G: “Maybe..” was all Ghost could mumble out.

Soap could only nod and pulled Ghost closer.

S: “Planning on doing it any time soon?” He wasn’t mad. Nor did he try to talk him out of it. Yet simply just asked. Ghost wasn’t prepared for that kind of response. He had thought over what he would say if someone tried to stop him. If they became mad or upset.. not if they just simply asked when..

Ghost shrugged and stumbled in Soap. Soap caught Ghost from falling on his ass.

G: “Was gonna be soon.. but..”

He trailed off looking away from Soap.

S: “But..?” Soap asked calmly, his voice speaking softer than usual. Trying to read Ghost.

G: “…but I would miss walking with you..” Ghost whispered and swayed.

Soap paused and nodded. He expected Ghost to talk of the others, not to talk of him. Soap was surprised but a small part of him happy. He pulled Ghost closer and walked with him making sure he was walking straight.

S: “Well, I’ll always walk with you then..If you are ever feeling such ways, I will walk with you.” Soap whispered back and held Ghost close. The snow falling around them.

~ skip to future ~

Ghost walking down the aisle with Soap. Ghosts face flushed red as Soap squeezes his hand three times.

S: “I told you I would always walk with you..” Soap whispered as they made their way down the aisle.

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https://x.com/shroomdle/status/1916829248658014424?s=46

This writing goes with this drawing

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**A King’s Solitude**

Short Story // Love at first sight

Ghost and Soap

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The king sits patiently as they are drawn and painted.

No one had seen the Kings face besides the painter. This painting was to be the first time his face was to be shown.

How could the painter not fall in love? Their job was merely to paint a portrait of the king.

Yet as the window light cascaded down on the King's delicate skin. So pail, never touch by direct sun light. A velvet blanket tucked gently behind them.

John’s hands shook as he continued go make gentle brush strokes. His eyes glancing up, sometimes even staring. Roaming the naked body before him.

The Kings eye blazed in the light, though they were almost soft like honey. A stern look placed delicately on his face with scars to match the story.

Their eyes meet for just a moment before the King looked forward again.

John wet his lips with his tongue as he could feel the heat rise in his chest. He was never meant to fall in love with the King, but his heart yearned.

Yearned to taste the lips he drew. Touch the soft skin he painted. Plant kisses on the rose red cheeks he sketched. Lay them down on the velvet sheets and- no. He must not think of such things.

John was never meant to fall in love with the King.. but how could he not?

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**Fleeting Glances**

Comfort Angst // Short Story

Ghost and Soap

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Ghost wasn’t sure when it happened…When his eyes lingered for longer than they should have. Drinking in the appearance of the man before him.

Soap stood in front of Ghost, his lips softly parted ready to say something. No words escaped his lips for a brief moment. Then Soap spoke softly, the tension palpable.

“LT..” Soap started and licked his lips anxiously trying to find the words he was looking for. “I’m not sure if you feel the same way but, I can’t just keep pretending this is passing admiration.” His eyes met Ghost’s anxiously waiting for a reply. Soap couldn’t help but fidget with the buttons of his uniform. Spinning and pulling at them.

Ghost felt his body freeze, his eyes widened at the bluntness of the shorter man. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as Ghost’s thoughts raced. *No..we can’t do this, I can’t do this.* Ghost’s mind screamed at him as Soap stood before him.

“Johnny.” Ghost's words stumbled from his mouth as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m giving you mixed signals, or making things complicated. I don’t want to lead you on..” Ghost exhaled feeling a weight off his shoulders.

Soap's eyes widened as he listened to Ghost’s words. His heart sank and his chest felt tight. He couldn’t help but bite his lip subconsciously as the Lieutenant spoke. Soap teeth dug into his bottom lip, seemingly urging him not to say anything just yet.

The words continued to fall from Ghost's mouth. Not a second thought crossed his mind as he tried to explain. “I genuinely care about you...I just can’t give you what you need, not right now.”

Soap’s mind whirled, *All the passing glances, the lingering eyes, soft smiles, and unspoken words.. did they mean nothing?* His thoughts clouded his mind with frustration.

“What do you think I need that you can’t give me? Is it because… we are both men?” Soap blurted out, his defeat evident. Soap’s glances lingered on Ghost's lips then flicked back up to the man’s eyes.

“No, that’s not...I’m not..” Ghost paused grasping for the correct words. He didn’t want to push Soap away but, maybe it was the right thing to do. “I’m not the right man for you, Johnny. I’m not good for you.”

Soap looked around the hall and threw his hands up in the air. “What does that even mean? How are you not good for me? I like you... I-“

Soap’s was cut off by Ghost quick words. “I come with a lot of baggage, Soap.”

That hurt..not even Johnny..he was ‘Soap’ now. Soap eyebrows furrowed and he inhaled quickly. This is not how he wanted this to go. Soap felt his throat tighten and he swallowed trying to force back a whimper.

Ghost continued rambling on while running his hands through his hair. “I’m not good with… emotional availability. I have nightmares, I’m..broken.” Ghost parted his lips to speak again, the vulnerability in his eyes baring his soul. “I won’t be what you need... You deserve someone who can give you everything.”

Ghost's eyes looked away from the shorter man before him. He felt his throat tighten with emotion. It was hard to breathe. The walls felt like they were closing in. The air was thick with tension. He squeezed his eyes shut willing away these feelings. He had to..!

Then just as suddenly as it started, the air softened and Ghost could breathe again. Soap had placed his hand on Ghost's shoulder and looked into his eyes. Ghost breath hitched and he listened closely.

“I don’t want someone who can give me ‘everything’ as you say..” Soap said softly. Glancing away then looking back. His eyes stare right back into Ghosts, Soap’s glossy with emotion.

The words hit Ghost hard. It became increasingly difficult to keep his emotions in check. “What do you want?” His voice was hushed, filled with a mixture of yearning and uncertainty. “If not a man that can give you everything, then what?”

“You.” Soap whispered back, looking down at the ground embarrassed with himself. His voice was barely audible above the ringing that now echoed in Ghost's ears.

Ghost's heart seemed to skip a beat and he couldn’t help but grab at his chest. An overwhelming feeling washed over him like a ton of bricks. *Me? He wants..me?*

Without thinking, Ghost closed the distance. His arms wrapped around Soap, pulling him close. Ghost’s face buried itself in the crook of Soap’s neck, and for a moment, all that existed was the warmth of their embrace.

“Johnny..” Was all that Ghost could say. He breathed out, his warm breath hits Soap's neck. He felt himself relax and inhaled Soap’s scent deeply, evidently trying to memorize the scent.

“I’m willing to try..” Soap replied breathlessly “If you are LT.” A shiver ran down Soap's spine as he embraced Ghost back. The feeling of Ghost's breath on his neck felt like feathers cascading down his body. Soap’s fingers carded through Ghost’s hair.

There was no reply, Ghost just nodded and buried his face deeper into Soap's neck, holding him close. Ghost managed to pulled himself back after a moment.

The air was still and the hall seemed to drifted away. The tension rising as Ghosts eyes lingered on Soaps plump lips. They were slightly moist and seemed to draw him in more.

Ghost‘s teeth sunk into his own bottom lip as he fought for control. He willed himself to say something. To break the silence and the tension that obstructed the oxygen. “Johnny..” Ghost choked out the name almost lost in the heat of the moment.

Ghost’s hand came up to cup Soap's face gently. He couldn't help but run his thumb over Soap's trembling bottom lip. Tugging at it slightly. Before resting his hand on the shorter man’s face, tilting it slightly upward. The light hitting Soaps’s blue eyes perfectly.

Soap shuddered at the feeling of Ghost's thumb on his lips. He fought the urge to take the whole of Ghost's thumb into his mouth. Soap pushed his cheek into the palm of Ghosts hand, begging for more.

Ghost gasped for breath as his eyes flitted back up to Soap’s. “Youre sure about this? Last chance to back out..” Ghost said hoarsely. The thought had crossed his mind, but the feel of Soap made the question die on his lips.

Soap nodded breathlessly as Ghost’s other hand moved to trail the small of his back. The feeling light and left heat in its wake. Soap couldn’t help but arch his back into the touch.

With Soap’s nod and the arch of his back, something primal ignited within Ghost. His eyes darkened, his breath hitching at the feel of Soap. Ghost hand grabbed at Soap’s hip possessively.

He wanted to be selfish. Wanted to give in to the desire that had consumed him from the second their eyes met.

"I... I'm not good for you. But... damn, I can't resist you." A small groan escaped him, the restraint in his voice evident.

Ghost’s thumb gently caressed Soap’s cheek before he leaned down and captured his lips in a hungry, intense kiss. The wall came crashing down as he let go of his restraint. The kiss was as desperate as it was passionate, years of contained desire finally bursting free.

Soap gasped in surprise and kissed Ghost back just as passionately. Stepping forward to meet Ghost and willing him onto the wall. Soap’s hands grasping at Ghost uniform to hold himself steady. Heat rising in their cheeks as they kissed in the empty halls.

Ghost’s hands tugged at Soap’s hips. He wasn’t sure when it happened.. but the fleeting glances turned into something more...

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**Attention Seeker**

Silly Comfort // Short Story

Ghost and Soap

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Holding a mug, Soap struts into Ghost’s office. A sly smile forming as his eyes land on the lieutenant's form. Ghost's leaned over his desk looking from his phone to the paperwork in front of him.

"Ghost, wanna see what I can do?" Soap asked not waiting for a reply before balancing the empty coffee mug on his forehead.

Ghosts eyes flicked up quickly, then back down to his work. "Mmhmm.." He hummed out and scribbled something down. "Johnny, I'm trying to get paperwork done here..." Ghost trailed off, chewing on the end of the pen, while glancing back to his phone.

Pursing his lips Soap walked towards Ghost. Leaning on the desk, placing the mug to the side. "Ghost, did ye know that the national animal of Scotland is a Unicorn?"

Nodding slowly, Ghost only grunted to reply. Picking up his phone to squint at the words. He could feel Soap staring and it made him tense. "Please, l've been trying to read this same line for the past minute now." Ghost mumbled out the pen still between his teeth.

Soap sighed and pushed himself further over the desk. Inching his face closer to Ghost's, Soap whispered. "Psst, LT~ I can do a handstand for 30 seconds, wanna see?" He questioned.

Huffing in frustration Ghost grabbed the bridge of his nose. Leaning back into the chair, and tossing the phone onto his desk. The phone slid across the paper work as his eyes met Soap's. "Okay, fine. You have my attention."

Soap smiled and stood up straight. His hands retreated from Ghost's desk to his hips. A sly grin tugged at his lips. "Well, now I'm not interested." Pushing over Ghost's nameplate he left the office with a wink.

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Please, excuse any spelling mistakes..

[shroomdle]

I’ve had this WIP on my iPad for a while.. might go back and finish it ✨

Probably change a few things, this was like my second attempt at drawing this idea too..

Anywho~ my favorite ship.. 💀🪳🧼