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Hey! What's up!! I was wondering if you can write something about Ghost opening up to Soap about his past? Maybe not ALL of it, just the parts abt his family.

Like, let's say Soap keeps licking the snakebite scars on Ghost's lips while they're kissing or making out or whatever and Ghost just has a moment of realization that he *loves* Johnny and decides to tell him about his past!

The realization that he loved Johnny hit him like a punch in the face.

Said man was currently on his lap, legs hooked behind his back as they lazily licked in to each others mouths. There was really no heat behind the session. It was more of a curious exploration more than anything else. Every once in a while, Soap’s tongue would graze over the scars on his lips, soothing over the memory of the snake biting onto him and coursing its venom throughout his body.

If Ghost is honest, Johnny has his own form of venom graced in his body. He transfers it to the blond during nights like this when their lips meet and their spit combine. Except, it’s different. It gets him high off of his senses being nothing but the Scot, making him crave more. Need more. His heart would becomes so full of him, it threatened to burst at the seems as he tries to fight off the one feeling he’s run from since that night he found his family dead. Love

Because God, he loves Johnny. He knows he shouldn’t. It’s too dangerous for men like them to fall in love, much less with each other. The original agreement was that this would be something casual between them — no strings attached. Yet, whenever a recruit flirted with either one of them, they’d make sure that the other would remember one thing. That they’re each others. Ghost never knew he’d be the possessive type and at first it worried him until Johnny met that energy with his own. Never toxic. Just a reminder that they in a way belong to each other without actually saying it out loud.

The Scot pulls back suddenly, bringing his hands up from where they lazily hung behind Ghost’s back to gently stroke the scars along his cheeks. A small, soft smile tugged on his kiss swollen lips and his blue eyes were half lidded. He decided to commit that image to his memory so that when he dies, he’d feel the way his heart aches with love rather than pain when he dies. “Fucking beautiful, sir,” Johnny states.

Ghost’s heart tugs. He wants more. He doesn’t want this to be casual anymore. He fucking loves Johnny. Both Ghost and Simon love this little man with everything they have left. A wicked smirk forms on the sergeants face, eyes searching his before he goes to dive back in with a little more heat this time. If they fall into bed tonight (even though they’re already sat on the edge of it) he’s afraid he’ll lose his nerve to tell him what he needs to to make this something real. He’ll hide Simon away again and they’ll wake up tomorrow in their own rooms, back to pretending like nothing happened between them. He doesn’t want that. He wants Johnny to stay, not just tonight but maybe for whatever forever is for them.

So he leans back away from the kiss. Upon seeing this, Johnny moves back himself and rests his weight on Ghost’s lap. A shiver rises in his spine as those hands that were on the lieutenants face before lazily trail down to his shoulders. Soap screwed his features together, eyes once again scanning over his face. Those blue pulls held a little bit of anxiousness in them at the rejection of his advances.

“I don’t want this anymore,” Ghost says. Like an idiot he says. He winces as soon as it’s out. It burns him and he feels Johnny starting to get up as if it burns him too. The taller man tightens his hold, plopping him back down where he rested before.

“Hold on,” Ghost says, frustration at himself in his tone, “That’s not what I meant. Just give me a second to think on how I want to word this. You know I’m not good at that.”

Johnny narrows his eyes at him, cautious. He then lets out a breath that sounds suspiciously like a laugh before responding, “Don’t I know it. Take your time, Si.” The hands are then brought up to his blond hair, massaging his scalp and bringing him away from Ghost to Simon. Simon who wants to pour his heart out onto a platter and push it to the man sitting delicately on his lap.

Simon looks up at Johnny, immediately knowing what he has to say. Sure, Ghost and Simon are the same people but Ghost is just a protective shield from the world. Oftentimes he forgets about the man underneath it, the one who went through the horrors that he has and just wants to fall into some peace. He wants that peace with Johnny specifically. “I don’t want this,” He starts, “I want more with you.”

Soap tenses up, halting all movements as he nods for the man under him to go on. So, as he’s willing to do anything for this crazy lad that can blow up a whole warehouse with random items he finds around, he does, “I love you, Johnny. You’re the only person I’ve loved this much in so long and I want the whole thing with you. I don’t want you to go to your room after this and for us to walk past each other in the corridor as if there’s nothing going on between us. I want us to sneak casual kisses when no one’s looking rather than us falling into a supply closet or my bed or for us to sit here, hands tracing over each other as we talk about some delusion of us after this is all over in some cottage in Scotland. And I want us to actually get that.”

As he speaks, Johnny’s eyes widen bigger and bigger. Simon tries to not let it dissuade him as he has so much more to say, despite the strong urge of the part of his brain that created Ghost screaming at him that’s it’s not safe and to run. “And even though I’m legally dead, I want to marry you someday. It would probably be technically illegal but I do,” He continues.

Soap furrows his eyebrows together at the legally dead comment, opening his mouth but he’s shushed immediately with a quick, “We’ll get to that. Just let me finish.” Johnny huffs out another laugh at that, his eyes impossibly softening as if the man he’s looking at is something to be cherished. He needs to hear his response to all of this— And it is a lot— so he decides to cut it slightly shorter with a, “There’s a lot to me that you don’t know. And I want to tell you all of it if we’re going to do this. So, if you’ll have me…”

Johnny smiles, big and wide. It reminds him of the how he stares at explosions, full of wonder and adoration. He whispers into the space between them, “Scotland, aye?”

“Well,” He shrugs, “It’s where you’re from. Can’t be too bad.”

“Of course I’ll have you, Simon. Couldn’t imagine being with anybody else. I love you too, ye numpty.”

Johnny leans forward, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Simon immediately sighs through his nose at the sensation, body tingling with relief at the fact that what he felt was reciprocated. So the night doesn’t end with one of them leaving. It ends with the sergeant in his arms, listening to the life story of Simon Riley as said man traces patterns on his arms. Every once in a while, when it’s particularly horrid, Soap will sit up and press a long kiss on his forehead with whispers of how strong he is or how much he loves him. It feels nice. He always thought he would’ve hated that kind of attention but not with him. Never with Johnny.

#author doesn’t write accents #Too nervous about accidentally butchering it and offending people #don’t want to do that #so pretend they’re there #I’ve done research on it but still don’t feel entirely comfortable yet #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap

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