Caught
(Ghost x Soap)
König catches a private moment between Ghost and Soap.
Chapter 23 excerpt from Don't Let Me Go on a03.
The base was uncharacteristically quiet with most of the recruits being gone overnight. Soap enjoyed the feeling of momentary peace amongst all the chaos and activity. He also felt calmed by the presence of Ghost by his side.
After a few minutes of walking in easy silence, Soap felt a small smile spread across his face and his eyes flicked up to look at Ghost. He playfully bumped into Ghost’s shoulder as warmth spread inside his chest. Ghost looked down at him with intense fondness. They stopped walking and turned to face each other.
Ghost gently grabbed Soap’s elbow and pulled him closer. In the light, Ghost’s pretty eyes were the colour of swirling, mixed coffee beans and his blonde eyelashes looked like smooth cream. He felt like he could get lost in those eyes forever. Ghost briefly dropped his gaze down to Soap’s lips.
Soap quickly checked both ways that they were alone in the hallway before turning back to face Ghost. He leisurely brought his hands up to grace the edge of his mask and began to gently pull it up, Ghost watching him tenderly the whole time.
After revealing his captivating lips, Soap leaned forward to press a soft kiss to them. Ghost wrapped one of his arms around Soap and softly kissed back as well. After a moment of giving Ghost feather-light kisses, Soap pulled back so they were only an inch apart and smiled up at him.
“Oh!” a voice cried out, causing Soap to jump away in surprise.
König reeled back, almost bumping into the two of them as he looked up from a piece of paper in his hand. Ghost quickly yanked his mask down.
“Oh, I-I am sorry!” König stammered, waving his hands out in front of himself hurriedly. His eyes flicked between the two of them apologetically. All of a sudden, his eyes crinkled in confusion as he continued to look between the two. In the next moment, his eyes widened as realization dawned on him.
“Oh…” König said quietly. “You two are together…”
Ghost immediately tensed up and squared his shoulders, raising his head high. He took a step towards König, forcing Soap to quickly slide two fingers through one of the belt loops on the back of Ghost’s pants as he prepared himself to pull Ghost back in case something happened.
In Soap’s closed-off little bubble with Ghost, he’d forgotten that some people might not be okay with this.
“Is that an issue?” Ghost growled with a hard look to his eyes.
König’s eyes widened once more, in both realization and fear this time. He shook his head vigorously and looked down, refusing to meet Ghost’s eye.
“No no!” he said with a nervous tinge to his voice. “I am sorry. I did not mean to sound like that! There is no issue. Believe me.”
Soap needed to put the poor man out of his misery.
He stepped forward, gently pulling back at Ghost’s belt loop to try and get him to stand down.
“It’s all good mate,” Soap said, trying to reassure König. “We were both just surprised is all.” He nodded towards the paper König was holding in his hand. “What are you looking at?”
König looked down at the paper then tilted it so Soap could see.
“It is a map of the base. I am trying to go to my sleeping quarters but I don’t know where I am going.”
“Where are you supposed to end up?”
König pointed to a spot on the map.
Of course.
A defeated smile crossed over Soap’s lips as he turned to look up at Ghost.
“That’s my bunk,” he said. “You’re with me, König.”
Soap watched as Ghost’s eyes displayed a barrage of emotions before finally settling on disappointment without so much as moving an inch.
“It is?” König replied, looking down at the map. “Can you show me where that is?”
“It’s actually right around the corner,” Soap directed, pointing down the hallway. “To the left. Room 201.”
“Okay, danke,” König said, slightly lowering is head in an awkward bow before continuing down the hall and leaving the two of them alone again.
“Like some sort of cruel fate…” Ghost mumbled, breaking the silence.
“Do you think it was done on purpose?”
“Hard not to feel that way.”
Soap smiled bittersweetly. “Yeah… there’ll be another time,” he said softly, beginning to feel the weight on his eyelids. “I might call it early anyway.”
“Alright…”
Soap cupped the side of Ghost’s face with his hands, Ghost faintly leaning into the touch.
“Dream of me?” Soap said jokingly.
“Hmmm. When don’t I?”
Soap chuckled under his breath.
“Goodnight, Simon…” “Goodnight, Johnny…”
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love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.
love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.
love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.
love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.
maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.
recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.
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