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It's a useful preference, made him stand out as a soldier able to melt into the shadow, able to hide for hours without being found. Earned him his callsign, after all.

More than that, ghost finds the dark isolated spaces soothing. He spends...far too much of his time in random supply closets throughout base. Partially because he need someplace where his head isn't filled with the memories of roba, mostly because he really can't be arsed to read those forms price needs him to sign off on.

Which leads him to now. Lying down in the fathest corner of a supply closet, half-behind cleaning supplies and enjoying the smell when the door opens and—

"We shouldn't be doing this, kyle—" ghost furrows his brow at your voice. You, the newest addition to the team, sound breathless underneath the whisper.

"Fuck— c'mon baby, you want it too—" gazs voice now, followed by the click of the door and the soft thump of your body being pressed against it.

Ghost turns his head to watch gaz push his body against your, hold your hands above your head before pressing his lips to yours. It's a filthy kiss, full of tongue and teeth and your desperate groans.

"Fuck– don't tease, gaz, c'mon." You whine, unbuckling his belt.

At the same time, ghost quietly undoes his, just enough to slip a thick palm in and rub himself off to his two favorite sergeants. His eyes track your movements in the dark, eyes already adjusted to the thin slit of light the door provides. Ghost has to give himself a small squeeze when he sees kyles dick, christ he's fantasized about getting his mouth on that.

You two rut together like desperate animals, swapping spit and groaning, so assured in your privacy. The whole time ghost is slowly rubbing himself, hidden just out of view. He only pulls his dick out to splatter his orgasm against a few boxes instead of into his pants, kind enough to let you two bask in the afterglow of your own before—

"You both would have been found dead if I were an enemy. Didn't even check if anyone was inside." He announces into the pitch black room.

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When Santos has a night terror Whitaker can hear her softly crying in her sleep.

They never talk about it in the light of day, but Whitaker will go lay in bed with Santos so she's not alone.

He's a light sleeper so when he hears her stirring in the morning before her alarm he pads out of the room like nothing happened because he doesn't want to make Santos uncomfortable.

It's in those moments where Santos wakes up to the residual warmth in the bed and understands what happened, but thankfully doesn't remember the nightmares.

Santos always finds a glass of water waiting for her in her bathroom after those nights because Whitaker knows she gets thirsty after a night terror.

When they come back to the apartment after their shift Santos will buy them dinner as a silent thank you.

Santos even lets Whitaker choose the movie they watch and only complains towards the end.

Whitaker enjoys her commentary and will ask dumb questions just so Santos can roll her eyes at him.

Santos is grateful to have a brother who listens and she doesn't need to perform for.

Whitaker can't believe he finally has an older sibling who actually enjoys his company.

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horror curdling thick in dennis's gut when he looks down at a trembling, bruised robby, visibly on the verge of passing out— dennis clutching his hands to himself when he realizes that robby used him. to do this. to inflict pain on him. realizing that robby was never gonna safeword, all of the careful boundaries set were for nothing.

he's quick to scramble back from robby's weak, hurting form, a sob hitching in his chest. how could he be so stupid? how could he have done any of that at all? maybe it's his fault. maybe he's a fucking monster. for letting it get that far, for not checking in often enough, even though he did, he did— robby just kept whimpering green.

robby pulls himself up to sit, wincing at the soreness, having the gall to look ashamed. his I'm sorry, dennis, is gruff, mumbled. dennis thinks he might be sick, looking up to meet molten, tortured brown eyes. he doesn't know if he's ever seen robby with his guard so far down, his misery so fully on display. dennis did that.