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Gaz leans to whisper into Soap’s ear, “Why are you so thirsty?” he mutters with a smirk to Soap, who was staring admiringly at ghost from across the room.
“Oh shut up.” He chuckled while pushing gaz away from him.
Gaz looks at Soap, then to ghost, then to Soap again. The look in his eye tells Soap everything he needs to know.
“Don't you dare.” The blue eyed man said while staring daggers into Gaz.
Gaz bites back a snicker, he knew Soap was interested in Ghost. But the man couldn't help but find the situation slightly amusing.
“Oh, c’mon,” he replied. “You really think i'm gonna let this opportunity pass?”
“What do you-” Soap started to say.
“Oh, you now exactly what I mean.” he teased. “I've seen the way you look at him. It's like you're trying to memorize every detail of his face.”
Soap scoffs.
“Oh, come off it,” he said, still grinning. “You can't fool me man. I know you too well.” shrugging, gaz leaned back.
Soap rolled his eyes as he got up to go get more coffee from the counter. He feels the presence of someone approaching, and his senses are filled with the smokey scent of ghost. He steps next to Soap and stands silently for a moment. His eyes almost study Soap, the way his gaze roams over Soap’s face,
“Johnny.” Ghost replies, his voice low and gravelly. He is standing close enough Soap can feel the warmth radiating off his body. Theres a pause as he grabs a cup. The older man cocks his head slightly to the side, studying soaps face. “Youre staring again.”
“Sorry Lt-”
Ghost chuckles softly, amused by the other man’s nervous tone. “No need to apologize,” he says, his voice still annoyingly low. “It's not the first time of the night though, is it Johnny?”
Soap’s cheeks pink and he averts his gaze.
Ghost’s gaze sharpens. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Ah well, do you want to know something?”
Soap nods and tilts his head slightly.
Ghost leans in to whisper, “Garrick sucks at whispering”.
Soap’s blue eyes widen.
Gaz, who had been listening to the conversation from across the room, lets out a mock-defensive scoff. “Hey I am perfectly capable of whispering discreetly.” He leans against the table, feigning indignation.
Ghost lets out a small chuckle, his gaze locking with Soap’s once more. The older man takes a step forward, the distance between the two shrinking. As ghost moves closer, Soap feels a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. The taller mans gaze holding Soap captive.
Soap's heart skips a beat as Ghost lifts his mask to his nose and leans in, his now bared mouth mere inches from soap’s. The world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the two soldiers. Ghost’s hand moves up to gently cup Johnny’s chin, tilting his face up. A mixture of desire and restrained passion burning in their interlocked gaze. Ghost fully lenas in, pressing his mouth to Johnny’s in a tender and passionate kiss. The touch of Ghost’s mouth sends a surge of electricity through Johnny. Slowly, Ghost pulls back smiling, seeing the effect he’s having on the other man.
“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” he says, his voice low and gruff again.
Grinning, ghost pulls you back in. His hands find Johnny’s hips as he brings his lips back to the other man. The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding into Johnny’s mouth and exploring with an expertise that leaves him weak in the knees. His touch is possessive, his grip on Johnny’s hips is firm. It's clear that he's wanted this for just as long as Johnny has.