Kats 🦝🦔

He pulled back slightly to look at the man properly, taking in the slight flush that was visible on his cheek. His lips were shiny with saliva and there was a small indent where Soap had bitten his lip. His response died on his tongue when he realise that Ghost had pulled the mask off completely. His eyes widened, flicking over every inch of his face. The curly blonde hair that was now falling into his eyes was the first thing he noticed, close shaven at the sides and long and floppy at the top. He brought a hand up to run through the hair at the base of his head, studying the rest of his features as he did. He had freckles smattered over the bridge of his nose, broken up only by the small collection of scars littering his cheeks and nose bridge. He had mismatched scars running from the corners of his mouth up his cheeks, stopping just below his cheekbones, a crude attempt at a Glasgow smile. The lines were jagged and pale, having been healed over for what Soap could only assume was several years now. He raised his other hand to cup Ghosts cheek, running the pad of his thumb over the aforementioned scar, “Quite the opposite, ey L.T.?” He mumbled softly into the space between them, quoting their earlier conversation, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Ghost let out a small chuckle at that, bringing his hand around from where it was still tangled in Soap’s hair to cup his cheek instead, “Put your seatbelt on, let’s get going Sergeant.” He leaned in to press a kiss to Soap’s forehead before leaning back into his own seat. Soap sat there for a moment, spluttering at the abrupt change in conversation before leaning back into his own seat and refastening his seatbelt.

“Fucker,” He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.

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