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They’d gotten back from a rough mission yesterday, and they were in desperate need of each other. Having the evidence of them both still being alive right under their fingertips was usually enough to convince their minds to settle down after missions like this. At least to some degree.
And that’s what was needed this time. Physical reassurance.
That’s how they found themselves kissing on Ghost’s bed. Ghost on Soap’s lap, holding both sides of his face like he’d disappear if he let go.
He pulled back as Soap’s hand slipped up his shirt, running up and down on his waist. Soap followed him to continue their kiss, trying to pull him back by his waist.
“Mmmph~ wait–“ he pushed back against his shoulders, “there’s something you need to know”
Soap looked concerned as he settled back against the bed’s headboard, “Okay…” He removed his hand from Ghost’s bare skin as he shuffled back off of Soap’s lap, “did I miss somethin’…?”
“No, no. Just haven’t mentioned anything” he dragged a hand down his partner’s arm to interlace their fingers together.
“Mmm,” he hummed, “well, what is it, love?”
His fear flared up in him once again. He hesitated and Soap squeezed his hand. He smiled a little and squeezed back.
“I’m… transgender” he tried to seem largely unaffected by this admission, but he was nervous of Soap’s impending reaction.
Soap’s eyes softened, “Oh, okay” he spoke softly, “I’m glad you told me”
“Is that okay?” He said cautiously.
“Of course!” He brought his free hand up to Simon’s cheek, looking at him with such affection, “no complaints from me, Tannasg”
Simon just sat there for a moment. What had he really expected? An outrage? This was Soap. Johnny. His Johnny. There was no chance he’d have reacted any other way.
“Good” was all he said, climbing back into his lap and shoving his face in his partner’s neck.
Soap chuckled, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing. He sighed as he loosened his grip, leaning his head against Ghost’s.
“Can I…” he hesitated, “did you get the top surgery done?”
Ghost nods into his shoulder.
“Can I see ya?” He tensed up. He realized a bit too late that it could be weird or bad to ask that.
Ghost felt Soap tense and kissed his neck lightly to try settling his nerves, “Yeah”
He leaned back and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He placed it beside them and looked away from Johnny. He felt very exposed like this, baring a vulnerability of his willingly and hoping that it’s not taken advantage of.
Soap looked at him in awe. He could see the hard work that he’d put into training; big boy that he was.
“Fuck..” he muttered under his breath.
Simon tenses.
“Shit no–! It's a good thing! I just…” his hand starts at the crook of Ghost’s neck, squeezing lightly before running it down his chest and around to rest just above his waist, “I’m just…” he grabbed Ghost chin with his other hand, pulling him to look at him, “you’re gorgeous, Si”
Ghost groaned, pulling away from his hold to look away again, “Don’t say shit like that…” he covers his mouth and cheeks with his hand.
He was suddenly very aware of the fact that he didn’t have a mask on.
Soap laughs something close to a giggle, his smile big and full of deep affection. He could see the blush forming on his Ghost’s face, even through his attempts at hiding it.
Soap brushes his hand away and grabs the sides of his face, pulling him into a soft kiss. One that he tried to push as much love into as he could.
Ghost’s shoulders finally relaxed and he leaned into his partner, accepting his love and affection.
“Y’ know…” Soap started when he eventually pulled back, running his hand down his partner’s thigh, “I am curious to find out what else you haven’t shown me~” he smirked.
“Would that change anything?” His anxious energy bled through his words.
“No. O’ course not, love” he reassured genuinely. But his tone quickly shifted as he trailed the hand down from his cheek and carefully grabbed around Simon’s throat, pulling him closer once more, “‘cept for how I’d please ya~”