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A soft, mollified sound slipped out of Soap’s mouth when Ghost gripped his jaw firmly with one hand. With his newfound hold, Ghost guided Soap’s head to the side and gritted out, “Look in the mirror,” between clenched teeth.
Happy to please him and already feeling the fog of submission settling in his bones, Soap twisted his neck further and dragged his eyes to the mirror where—
Oh.
Oh.
That wasn’t his shirt. That was not his fucking shirt, because he didn’t own any shirts that had bold, white, capital letters spelling out “LT. RILEY” across the span of his shoulders.
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05 Dec 2025
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Soap is dedicated to Ghost. As his subordinate and as his partner, entwined to a point where the lines of their dynamic are blurred.
It makes Ghost guilty, for sure. But it also makes him excruciatingly fucking hard.
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05 Dec 2025
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Soap's nauseous about his mistake, of course, and worried about the consequences. And he’s a little turned on, sure; that’s not new when it comes to watching Ghost throw all that power around.
But also—Soap recognizes, with pathetic resignation—he’s jealous.
Jealous of the random guy Ghost just knocked out and choked unconscious.
That’s probably fine.
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05 Dec 2025
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Soap isn't used to fantasizing about someone with nearly a foot of height over him and girthier biceps than his own. He finds himself wondering what it would feel like to confront that wire-crossing pit in his stomach that makes him feel both inadequate around his lieutenant—and wholly, undeniably turned the fuck on.
So he channels that energy into SAS-approved homoeroticism-as-a-punchline flirting over comms. And Ghost flirts back, on occasion.
But Soap would never actually try anything.
Not really.
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04 Dec 2025
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Ghost squints at him, one eye closed. “Rain stopped?”
“Perceptive as usual, sir.”
Ghost stands, stretching his arms above his head and rolling his neck. His shirt rides up to expose more than a sliver of skin—hips, and soft belly, and hair trailing into his boxer briefs—and Soap averts his eyes.
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04 Dec 2025