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Ghost's rut ends the day after he and Soap fuck for the first time. He's not sure what he was expecting, but nothing really changes between he and Soap. The younger alpha is his usual self, and he doesn't pester or ask more of Ghost beyond what they've done thus far. A part of Ghost had been ready for Soap to start wanting to have sex, or for Ghost to give more of himself now that the line of fucking has been crossed. He'd been more than ready to knock Soap down and remind him that he really didn't have a say in these things and that anything Ghost gave was at his own leisure. Wonderfully though, Soap didn't seem to care one way or the other and continues to be good as their ruts end and the days move on like normal. If Soap stands or sits a little closer to Ghost at times, well, it's not that big of a deal that Ghost allows it.
Price and Gaz know that something has happened, but neither seem inclined to ask for specifics. It's a bit disappointing. Ghost had plans on how to inform his two teammates in a way that would send them both down a rabbit hole of embarrassment. As it is, Price does little more than raise an eyebrow the few times that Soap leans on Ghost and the older alpha doesn't shove him away. With the end of Soap and Ghosts rut also comes the end of the rest period that Laswell had promised them. As the new week dawns, Task Force 141 are put back into mission rotation. Ghost couldn't be more thankful and ready to get back out in the field. Despite how he acted around base, Soap was the same. When they get word of their first mission after being off, Soap is practically bouncing with excitement.
The mission is a simple escort job, and it goes quick and easy. They're done in a few days, but it's nice. As far as missions go, it's definitely a softballer to supposedly ease them back into the swing of things. None of them really need it, but the ease of the mission isn't horrible. Bugs crawl under Ghost's skin, but the weight of his gear squashes some of them as he pulls on his layers. The squirming in his gut is forgettable as he piles on his weapons. When Ghost slides into his seat on the helo, seeing Gaz and Price in full kit helps to settle the buzz of pre-mission preparation. It calms all the more as Soap flops down next to him, sitting far too close and their thighs pressed together. The younger alpha is also wearing full gear and laden with various tools of their trade. He's also wearing a short sleeve shirt that shows off the bulk of his arms and his pants are tight over his thighs, the thickness enhanced by the dual thigh holsters Soap is sporting. Ghost mostly ignores Soap as the team goes over the mission objective and plans twice more, covering all of their bases.
Soap makes a comment, something ultimately unimportant and Ghost doesn't even care enough to remember, just as they are coming into land at their start point, and Ghost levels him with a withering look. The younger alpha just grins and Ghost reaches out, not giving a damn that Price and Gaz are right there watching. He slaps Soap's cheek, though not nearly as hard as he can or has before. It's a light tap in the grand scheme of how he normally handles Soap. The man's eyes still flutter, and he leans forward and tilts his head for more. Ghost cups Soaps throat, high up just under his chin, and glares down into the younger man's pretty blue eyes.
"Behave. Or I'm not touching you at all after this", Ghost threatens lowly.
"Implyin' that ye already planned on touchin' me after this?", Soap grins, the insolent thing.
Ghost tightens his hand, resisting the intense urge to do more to the brat for his cheek, their audience be damned.
"Lads", Price sighs, sounding exceptionally put upon.
The older alpha doesn't matter to Ghost. Gaz doesn't matter to Ghost. He won't delay a mission just because of Soap's testing, but he'll have no problem punishing Soap after this if he can't behave. Something in his eyes, behind his balaclava and skull mask, must show that. Soap bats his eyelashes, and his smile goes to something a bit more accepting and willing.
"A'll behave, sir."
Good. Ghost has no time for Soap misbehaving their first time back in the field. The mission, the job, comes first. That's how all of them have gotten to be as good as they are at their jobs and how their team has made it on the list as one of the best. So, none of them can allow their emotions or connections outside of the field to impact their ability to function in the field. It's only then that Ghost thinks about how poorly things could go if Soap lets his and Ghost's recent...closeness to change how they are on the job. Thankfully, blessedly, here too it doesn't seem like anything's changed. The mission goes well and during the time they are on the job, Soap behaves like the well-trained and formidable soldier he is. Ghost is, dare he say it, proud that he and Soap move around and with each other like they have since the first mission they went on together months ago.
There's not much excitement during the mission. No shooting or bad guys to take down. When they get back to base, the 141 debriefs, fill out their required reports, check in with medical, then separate for their own cool down. Ghost is in the process of cleaning and reorganizing his gear when there's a knock at his door and Soap is quietly requesting to come in. He's got his eyes closed when he steps into Ghost's room and keeps them that way as he drops to his asking pose. Ghost ends up slapping his face only a few times with his gloves off before dragging Soap over the bed by his hair and bending him over. He has Soap strip down to his skin, then spanks the younger alphas ass until it's red and warm. Ghost sits on the edge of his bed, Soap panting and moaning as he sits in Ghost's lap with his face tucked into the older alpha's fabric covered neck. With their usual knife, Ghost makes a few small cuts on Soap's chest that he licks and bites at until they're welted and stinging. He sucks, bites, tugs, and tweaks at Soaps nipples until they're oversensitive and aching.
Through it all Soap surrenders to Ghost and lets him do as he pleases. Ghost feels powerful when he's on a mission, carrying an arsenal and blending to become one with the shadows as he takes out enemies and completes the mission. He feels a similar way when he has Soap like this; the man needy and desperate, willing and accepting of Ghost's control over him. It isn't until Soap is crying with need that Ghost jerks him off rough and fast. Soap gasps and sobs as he cums. As his high calms, he slides to the floor between Ghost's thighs and begs for Ghost to cum as well. His eyes haven't opened once since entering Ghost's room and Soap keeps them closed as Ghost pulls out his own cock and jerks himself off. When Ghost cums, he presses the tip of his cock into Soap's mouth and Soap moans like he's cumming all over again as Ghost spills past his waiting lips. Soap doesn't swallow until Ghost orders him to. After they both come down from their orgasms, they get dressed and right their clothes and Soap keeps his hand on Ghost's arm until they step out into the hallway. Ghost pets at the alphas hair and rubs his thumbs over the outer edge of Soap's eyes and then he's looking once again into pretty blue framed by unfairly long lashes. Grinning, Soap tips up and rubs his nose along the underside of Ghost's mask-covered chin. Ghost trips him for his sweet gesture, but the Scot just laughs and launches into talking about the mission and what he hopes the next one will be like as they make their way to the mess hall for dinner.
Soap doesn't sleep in Ghost's room every night. Sometimes Ghost can't stand being around anyone and he holes himself up in his room and only interacts with others as minimally required. Sometimes, his need to break and bleed overwhelms and Ghost knows it's more than Soap can give. He doesn't want to kill Soap, after all, and the man needs to be able to work on missions now that the team is back in rotation. That isn't to say that Ghost doesn't allow Soap to stay with him often. It's actually more often than not, that Soap sleeps curled up next to Ghost. Ghost can admit that this thing with Soap, whatever it is, is...not horrible. And though they don't fuck again right away, Ghost would say that their intimacy level stays consistent. He still hits Soap, still cuts him, gets him off, and lets the younger alpha sit at his feet. Soap is Ghost's good boy, and for that Ghost doesn't mind letting the younger man remain in his space more than before.
Task Force 141 goes on three more missions over the next month, and they are all simple and clean just like the first. Then they get called into the briefing room for the fifth mission and Ghost can already tell this one is different. The biggest clue is that it's not just Laswell on the video call, pulled up on the screens in the conference room. There's a man that looks to be in his early thirties, wearing a suit and tie, pulled up on a second screen when the team walks into the room.
"Gentleman, this is Agent Coulson", Laswell introduces as Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap take their positions at the table; files already set out for each of them.
Ghost remains standing, taking point at Soap's left shoulder as the younger alpha sits. Gaz and Price both take their seats and pull their files closer.
"It's an honor to meet you all", Coulson nods, he sounds professional yet impressed, "Unfortunately the urgency of this mission will have to interrupt any further meet and greet."
Professional and to the point. Ghost could appreciate that. Instead of reaching out and flipping open his own file, Ghost looks over Soap's shoulder. There's no header on the front, but when Soap opens the file, a photo, grainy and monochromatic, is the first thing they see. It looks like a grouping of buildings. Industrial, but rundown. Soap flips up the picture and another one is behind it, this one of a person. A man, dressed in ill-fitting clothes and a shaved head, and another person in a hooded jacket with a rifle over his shoulder. Soap takes both photos and sets them on the table so he can look at the written info behind. As he and Ghost read, Coulson speaks, giving the cliftnotes version.
"Former General Shepherd has been spotted at a small compound in Italy. The other man in the photo is who we believe to be Vladimir Makarov. The compound is currently being used for what we believe to be a sort of base of operations."
Shepherd. Ah, he's been found. Or spotted. Wonderful. Ghost feels the twitch in his muscles to start hunting. Oh, he can't wait to get his hands on the man.
"Sounds like a two bird, one stone sorta' thin'", Gaz says casually, looking through the file, "What wi' Shepherd an' Makarov bein' there."
"That's the hope", Coulson nods, "At the very least, there should be intel and weapons, all black market, and all things that we want out of enemy hands."
"The mission", Laswell chimes in, "Is for the 141 and a group of soldiers to infiltrate and take that base. Intel, weapons, prisoners to question. That's best-case scenario. Coulson's team will be handling intel and inventory of whatever you boys find. My team will deal with any interrogations."
"Shepherd and Makarov?", Soap asks, a low growl in his voice.
Just like Ghost, Soap isn't ready to let go of what Shepherd did to them. None of them are, but Price and Gaz are better at hiding it. Laswell never lets anything bother her it seems. Ghost though, isn't like that. He still wants Shepherd's head on a platter and his spleen in a jar. Shepherd's blood will spill and his screams will fill the air by the time Ghost is done with him. Makarov is another story altogether. One that Ghost isn't so sure of. The man should be dead several times over, one of those at Price and Ghosts' own hands. Makarov is a survivor, just like Ghost. And just like him, Ghost knows it's going to take more than this one mission to catch the man. He doubts they'll get Makarov on this mission, or even the next, the man's too smart for that. Ghost keeps that opinion to himself though, since it probably won't help the current situation as Laswell and Price go over a plan of attack for getting into the base and buildings that Coulson and Laswell want the team to focus on.
"Again", Laswell sums up, "We want Shepherd and Makarov alive. Shepherd knows too much and Makarov is bound to have plans and information."
"We'll see to it, Laswell", Price assures.
Coulson tries to wish them well, but the four of them are already walking out of the room as he speaks. It's a sort of hazing and a general sense of disinterest. Agents come and go. The team won't take him seriously as a fixture in their jobs until he's lasted a few missions. Laswell is their current coordinator anyway. The 141 saddles up with a few squads as support, then pile on to a plane for Italy. As usual, Soap sits too close to Ghost and Ghost pretends it bothers him. Soap and Gaz talk while Price has earbuds in, listening to some audio book, and Ghost thinks about various things. He thinks about putting Soap on his knees right here on the plane, getting Soap to be his good boy in front of everyone. He thinks about fucking Soap again, about hitting Soap until he's cloudy eyed and needy, and spanking him until his ass is black and blue. Hm. At the thought, Ghost pulls out his phone and sends off a text to Rudy. Then he opens up a web browser and starts searching.
He doesn't hear back from Rudy before they reach their mission destination, but Ghost really wasn't expecting to. It's night when they reach their target. They make it further than Ghost expected before their forces are detected. Enemy soldiers catch sight of team two, led by Price and Gaz on the south side of the compound. Looks like they're the distraction. Which suits Ghost just fine as he, Soap, and their group of soldiers get into the compound and clear two buildings before they have to start shooting too. Then the jig is up, and the fight really starts. Shouting and shooting rings loud in the night air. Bullets fly, grenades are thrown, rockets launched. Soap gets to blow open a few doors, which has the younger alpha beaming. Ghost and Soap are making their way through from their end of the compound, Gaz and Price doing the same from theirs with the plan to choke the enemy into a point and meet in the middle.
Ghost ends up at the top of a building as overwatch as Soap and their group of soldier's finish clearing their target buildings. He picks off enemy combatants as he spots them through his scope. As he's doing so, Price is coming over the comms and stating that they found signs of Shepherd and Makarov, but it looks like both men have already gone. Were probably gone before the 141 even showed up. Ghost wouldn't be surprised. Makarov was whilie. If he caught even a whiff of someone being on to him, he'd move locations. It's what Ghost would do. Granted, Ghost would have rigged the place to blow too, to keep any remaining information from getting into his enemies hands and to pick off any that happen to be in the area. The thought crosses Ghost's mind and a bolt of nerves lances through him. The hiss of a snake rattles in his ear and venom clogs at the back of his throat.
"Soap. Seen any signs of explosives?"
"Negative, Lt."
"Ghost, how copy? What's on your mind?"
"We shouldn't linger, Captain."
Price must catch on to the tightness in Ghost's voice. He orders Gaz and a few men to secure their exvil while he and Soap search for any intel they can take with them. They've killed or chased off any personnel they could have taken as prisoners. The higher ups may frown at that, but as long as they come back with something it will be fine. Ghost stays on overwatch and the itch of discontent bites uncomfortably at his gut as he sits and waits.
Ultimately, the compound isn't rigged to blow up. Thank God. But also, why not? Price and Soap find a cache of weapons stored in the basement of one of the buildings and a bunker with a lot of computers and papers in another. Bomb specs, poison dosages, chemical dispersal. Flight plans, train mechanics, underground schematics for various large cities across the world. A whole lot of random bits that don't really give them a lot to go on as far as what Makarov or Shepherd could be up to. Still, Laswell seems giddy, as much as a woman like her can be, when they call in with what they have. She orders the soldiers to remain, hold the site, so that Coulson can have a team come and sort through the compound with a fine-tooth comb. She has the 141 return to base with the intel they've gathered thus far.
"Alright, Lt?", Soap asks mid-way through the flight back home.
He's sitting next to Ghost, pressed close like normal, and he leans over to knock their shoulders together. Ghost relaxes as Soap leans into him and tilts his head to press the cheek of his mask to the top of the younger alphas head. Soap grins at the reciprocated touch. They're both still bouncing and blood rushing from the high of the mission and Soap's face is attractively flushed and his eyes bright as he looks up at Ghost. For a beat, Ghost thinks about hitting Soap in reward for how good he was on the mission. He holds back though, mostly because his own thoughts are still swirling. It must take him longer to answer Soap than he intends, because the man's expression softens to something a little more worried.
"'nythin' A can do, sir?", he asks quietly, voice pitched low so that the hum of the plane covers his words from everyone but Ghost.
Not that it would matter. Price and Gaz won't say much more than a few token complaints if Ghost decided to take his hands to Soap right here.
"I'm fine, Johnny", Ghost says instead, reaching out to grab at Soap's thigh with a tight grip, "Be good."
"A'm always good", Soap smirks, eyes narrowing in playful challenge and head tilting temptingly as his leg presses up into Ghosts touch.
A large part of Ghost wants to take the bait that Soap is offering. Normally, he would. Right now though, his thoughts are directed elsewhere, still focused on the mission and the information they have. The niggling thought of 'why' still clings at the back of his mind like a leech too tightly locked on. Soap shifts his leg so his thigh is impossibly closer to Ghost and relaxed so the older alpha can do as he pleases, then he turns and starts talking to Gaz. The two Sergeants move on to their own conversation while Ghost is left to his thoughts and Price watches him with a frown.
When they get back to base, they go through regular debriefing and Laswell already has one of her people on site to take the files and software they brought back with them. After the team is released, Ghost gives Soap a nudge and tells him to go off and get clean and comfortable while Ghost himself hangs back. Soap behaves and nods, heading off in the direction of the barracks.
"Ghost", Price says as he comes up to stand next to Ghost, "Everything alright?"
"Why didn't he have the compound rigged to blow?", Ghost says, not bothering to act like he hasn't been thinking about it.
Price is silent for a moment, then he sighs heavily.
"I wondered the same thing. Was hoping it was just me", Price agrees quietly, "Maybe we just got lucky on this one."
Ghost turns to level a look at his Captain. Price meets his eyes and deflates slightly, resigned. He doesn't believe his words any more than Ghost does.
"I warned Laswell to keep a sharp eye as she and her people go through what we brought back. Makarov is smart. He wouldn't have left things just laying about without there being a reason."
"To toy with us", Ghost mutters, "To remind us the chaos he can cause."
Price raises an eyebrow and Ghost pretends to ignore the look.
"It's what you would do, if you weren't on our side."
"I wouldn't have left anything for you to find. Or any of you alive."
"Which means Makarov has bigger plans", Price sums up with another sigh, "And with Shepherd at his side, that could spell all kinds of trouble."
There's silence between them for several long drawn out moments. Ghost expects Price to keep talking and he's fairly sure Price is expecting him to say something in regards to Makarov and the past or Shepherd and his betrayal. Instead, they both remain quiet, standing in the hallway with their gear still on and clothes still sweaty and dirty.
"Nothing more to do about it for now", Price says finally, clapping Ghost on the shoulder, "Better to not dwell on it."
"Roger that", Ghost nods, for lack of anything better to say.
Price opens his mouth to say something else, but as a happy happenstance, Ghost's phone goes off with an incoming text and both alphas take that as a sign that they're done with each other for now.
"Good night, Price", Ghost mutters, giving a parting nod and walking away.
"Night, son", Price says from behind him.
Ghost doesn't bother with the kind tone, already forcibly turning his thoughts to other things. Price is right, as far as not dwelling on the mission or Makarov. There are other things, better things, he can be doing and thinking about. Along that line, Ghost pulls out his phone as he walks and sees that Rudy has finally gotten back to him on his earlier text. Wonderful. Ghost opens the message from Rudy and smirks, the fabric of his balaclava pulling tight over his lips and the taste of it hitting his teeth with how wide and sharp his smile goes. He'll owe the omega for this, he's sure. He shoots off a quick response and then opens the links that Rudy sent him.
When he reaches his room, Ghost isn't at all surprised to find Soaps gear neatly set out and organized by the desk in the corner. The younger alpha isn't in the room, but there's a note taped to the closed bathroom door. Ghost rolls his eyes at it, sets his phone down on the nightstand, and starts stripping off his gear and clothes. Once in nothing but his skin, Ghost moves quickly over to the bathroom to grab a shower before the discomfort at being bare has time to set in. It's then that he actually stops to read the note on the door.
'Was going to stay and kneel for you, but thought you may want to be alone for a bit. In the rec room with Gaz.'
Sweet boy , Ghost thinks, pulling the note off the door and dropping it in the trash bin. He turns on the shower and doesn't wait for it to heat up, just hops in and lets the cold water splash over his body. The base has a hell of a water heater though, and the water warms quickly as Ghost lathers up shampoo in his hands and scrubs it through his hair. It's getting a tad longer than he likes. He'll have to cut it soon. He's never had much issue with facial hair, but there's a bit of stubble starting to show itself. It starts to itch at his cheeks and jaw the second his thoughts draw attention to it. Ghost hardly looks at himself as he washes off and instead keeps his thoughts on the links Rudy sent him and the fantastic ways he'll be able to use the items listed to further ruin and own Soap. An image of the younger alpha, on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back and clipped to matching cuffs on his ankles, flashes through Ghost's mind. Decisions would need to be made before Ghost could turn the mental image into reality. He himself preferred black, but Soap looked good in color. Blues would suit his eyes, but his hair and skin tone would also do well with a green or brown. Hm, choices.
Nothing red , Ghost thinks with certainty as he steps from the shower and dries off. Any splash of red on Soap should come from his blood. No need for anything with too much grey either. Ghosts' knives and the weapons they carry already provide enough of that. Silver wouldn't be a bad accent. Gold may suit Soaps coloring better, but Ghost prefers silver. Or gun metal. Stainless steel would actually be preferable. It would hold up best under any strain or hard treatment Ghost put it and its wearer under. Yes, stainless for sure , Ghost decides as he shaves the bit of hair along his face, his jaw, and the stubble creeping down his neck. Stainless would do well with green and blue. That would do well for tools. Ghost keeps his thoughts on such things as he cleans himself up, lest he let his mind linger on the reflection in the mirror. Once clean and fully dressed, balaclava and mask once again on, Ghost picks up his phone and heads out into the hall in the direction of the rec rooms.
Just as his note said, Soap is in the larger of the rec rooms with Gaz. The two are sitting by one of the tv's, watching some action movie. Gaz is sitting sideways in one of the lazy boy chairs while Soap is sprawled at the end of one of the couches and scrolling on his phone. The two men look up as Ghost walks in, Gaz waving and Soap grinning. Ghost nods to both and heads for a table piled with various snacks and drinks at the back of the room. As he walks behind the couch where Soap is sitting, Ghost glances down briefly. Then he stops. Blinking, he quietly backs up and looks over Soap's shoulder at the younger man's phone. He's looking at...nipple clamps. How interesting . Not overly odd, when Ghost thinks about it. Soap does like having his nipples played with. The clamps he's looking at seem a bit advanced, though Ghost will admit he's not done a lot of research on this specific topic. Perhaps he should.
He's been doing some reading, brushing up on his knowledge and looking into things he can do with Soap. And thanks to Rudy, he has a few specialty shops to peruse and pick from when it comes time to start buying things. It's nice to see that Soap has started looking into things himself as well. His obvious interest stokes Ghost's desire and need, glad to see that the man is just as into Ghost's ownership over him as Ghost is. That being said, as much as Ghost doesn't care for talking things out, this is something he and Soap should probably discuss.
"Not those", Ghost says instantly when Soap clicks on a pair of nipple clamps that are definitely too much for Soap to start with.
Soap tenses and turns sharply, eyes wide. He'd not realized Ghost was standing behind him.
"I'll get something better for you", Ghost says calmly, not a suggestion or question, keeping eye contact with Soap.
Soaps cheeks flush and his eyes go adorably shy. Ghost wonders if Soap had actually planned on saying anything to him about wanting to try nipple clamps, or if Soap was just looking out of curiosity. Too late now, either way.
"How copy, Sergeant?", Ghost asks, and that's the extent of how much of Soaps opinion he actually cares to ask for.
"...Solid, sir", Soap says softly, shoulder ducking and head tilting.
Ghost nods and walks away, ignoring the fondly exasperated look that Gaz was giving both of them. He'll look into what he thinks Soap would enjoy and add to his growing list.
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Two days later, Ghost's phone pings and it's a message from Soap. Odd, since the alpha is sitting not ten feet away at the table with Gaz. Ghost opens the link Soap sent and finds himself looking at a Dom/sub dynamic 101 article. He's already read this particular one in his own research. While it's decent, it is overly generic and doesn't go into the multiple facets within the kink community or the various dynamic possibilities. He exits out of the article and pulls up the text thread with Soap.
G: Good boy for doing your homework.
He adds a few links to articles and forums he thinks would be good for Soap that he's already been through. Then hits send. Not for the first time, Ghost feels mild trepidation about letting Soap read too much about the BDSM world. While what they have is comparable, it's not the same. It's not the healthy or normal way a kink relationship should be. Just like with speaking with Rudy and Alejandro, Ghost thinks that he and Soap may need to have a quick coming to Jesus meeting about their situation once Soap has done a bit more reading and thinking. The younger man may find that he can't accept that Ghost doesn't follow along with how things should be. The thought has bile churning in Ghost's gut and snakes slithering under his skin. A crawling sensation pricks at the back of his neck and squeezes at the base of his spine.
At the table, Soap smiles and then tilts his head curiously. After a minute, his eyes raise to meet Ghosts. The flush on his face makes Ghost want to walk over and hit him in the way Soap enjoys. Nodding, Soap spends a few more minutes laughing and talking with Gaz while Ghost goes back to reading on his own phone, looking over a report a KorTac operative that he's familiar with, and generally tries to ignore, sent him that looks oddly familiar to the 141's last mission. A few minutes later Soap excuses himself from the table with Gaz and heads over to the couch where Ghost is sitting. He lowers and settles himself on the floor next to Ghost's feet and warmth flares hard through Ghost. His good boy. He reaches out and pets at Soaps hair briefly, a reward, before going back to his phone. After a while, another text comes in.
S: We don't do things like everyone else.
Obviously. Ghost's gut clenches at the thought that now might be the moment where he needs to remind Soap of their reality. While they both have interests in kink, Ghost isn't the type for how it should be done. The way it should be, the way it would be if he was a decent person, would be that the power actually rested equally between them and everything was communicated and negotiated. The way it would be, is that Ghosts control would only extend as far as Soap wanted. While Ghost wasn't going to necessarily force Soap to a certain extent, he wasn't a good person. He wasn't a good Dom. He was a monster. It just so happened that the things he was into and the type of control he craved were part of a larger community.
G: No. I don't.
Not at all the actual communication they should have, but he's not going to deny that he doesn't, and won't, do things the way normal people would say they need to be done. Soap reads the text, then closes his phone and sits in still silence for a while. So long, in fact, that Ghost goes back to his reading and stops waiting for Soap to say something. Eventually, Soap half turns, his legs pressed to Ghost's feet and his shoulder against the older alphas knee. Soap lays his cheek against Ghost's thigh and looks up at him. His gaze is serious and Ghost's gut clenches again. He wouldn't say it's anxiousness, because he doesn't care if Soap decides to bring whatever this is between them to an end. If he does, it would just mean that he's not strong enough to handle Ghost's brand of crazy. To Ghost's surprise though, Soap smiles and shifts a bit more. It's subtle, but it would definitely be odd to anyone outside of their team that happened to look their way. Not that Ghost gives a damn. All he cares about at the moment is the fact that Soap has folded himself into a subtler version of his casual kneeling pose, with his cheek still laying on Ghost's thigh.
"A jus' wanna be yers, Ghost. Even if it's not the..normal way of doin' it."
Ghost swallows and that fluttery uncertainty gives way to the overwhelming urge to hurt Soap in reward. He shouldn't have doubted.
"Good", he forces himself to say past the need to rip into Soap, "Good boy."
Soap relaxes and his smile turns into more of his usual grim.
"Can A send ye links for things A wanna try?"
Ghost rolls his eyes and heaves a sigh like it's a bother that Soap even thinks to ask.
"Make a list of specifics if you want. But I'll send you a kinks list you can fill out, then we'll go over it later."
"Ye'sir."
Soap moves like he's about to turn back to how he was sitting before and Ghost reaches out to stop him.
"Come up here."
Grinning even more, Soap crawls on all fours up onto the couch. The pretty boy. Then he half throws, half flops, himself over onto the other end of the couch next to Ghost. Fucking brat. In no time, Soap is lounging like a pampered house cat, one of his knees pressed against Ghosts thigh and his other leg dangling off the couch with his foot hooked behind Ghosts boot. Ghost contemplates the merits of shoving him away and telling him to sit differently, except Soap is quiet and concentrated reading on his phone. Such a good boy , Ghost thinks. He glances around the room to ensure no one is looking at them, then Ghost puts his hand on Soap's leg. He squeezes hard and Soap presses up into the touch readily. Smirking, Ghosts glides his touch up from Soap's knee to his groin. Soap twitches, breath catching, as Ghost gropes his cock through the alphas pants. Ghost smirks as he feels Soap's cock harden under his touch. He squeezes and rubs until Soap is fully hard, soft sounds catching in the man's chest, and his hips are twitching with the urge to rut up into Ghost's hand. Ghost pulls his hand away just as a group of soldiers come into the room; their laughter loud and boisterous. Ghosts phone dings and it's an emoji with big eyes and a pout from Soap.
G: Behave and I'll let you cum grinding on my thigh later.
Soap half chokes and Ghost smirks.
"A'ight there, Soap?," Gaz asks, looking up from his own phone and Ghost had completely forgotten their teammate was still in the room.
"All good, Gaz", Soap nods and he sends a smiling emoji back at Ghost with a jaunty 'Yes sir'.
A blue based green and light blue for accent colors , Ghost decides, looking at Soaps eyes, with brown leather and stainless steel .
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