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Summary
"I want to try something."
Soap looks up from the deck of cards he'd been absentmindedly shuffling on Ghost's desk. His hands freeze mid-shuffle, fingers suspended in the air, an edge of hesitation flickering across his face. There’s curiosity, yes—but it’s tainted by something darker, something he’s not sure he’s ready to confront.
"You want to try something?" Soap repeats, brows furrowing in confusion.
Simon stands a few steps away, arms crossed tight across his chest like a barrier he’s trying to fortify, eyes locked on the floor. "...Yeah," Simon mutters finally, hesitant. "Something... new."
Before Soap can process it, Simon’s hand is on his chest. Johnny doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, letting Simon ask for permission with silence, letting Simon touch him without saying the words out loud.
But Simon’s breath hitches the moment Johnny doesn’t step back. The flicker of tension that runs through his body is unmistakable. His pulse stutters, heart racing as if it’s trying to outrun the wave of panic building inside him. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
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Or, Ghost suffering from ptsd induced bulimia, again.
Series
- Part 2 of Praying to the Gods of Porcelain