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Just some small snippets of their journey together thus far. I've been thinking of writing a bunch of notes or maybe short stories to keep their story linear. I haven't written in a good while! This might be good practice to start up again :D
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soap, holding a wet towel: my improvised weapon senses are tingling
ghost, who just wants to shower in peace: johnny.
soap, twisting the towel: it has to be done
ghost, knowing his ass is about to get smacked at mach jesus: iâll lock you outside without clothes so you gotta strut through base in your birthday suit
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I canât stop thinking about Hozierâs song too sweet and Ghoap!!!
Virgin!Soap who had had the opportunity. Many many opportunities but had never taken the plunge. The soft part of him that he kept hidden wanting to wait for the one. Someone he really truly loved. Maybe it was leftover from his religious upbringing but he wanted to save himself.
The other soldiers convince him to drink more than normal one night in the pub, getting him absolutely sloshed. They end up playing never have I ever and this is where charming, confident Soap blushes and stutters and finally admits heâs a virgin. Never even kissed a gu-girl! From that moment onâŚ.
The game is on.
A bet is quietly made between the interested soldiers. Who can fuck Soap first. A group chat is made, money is pledged. Soap and Gaz donât know a thing.
Ghost, who had been interested in fucking Soap before this was even revealed, is filled with a desperate need to win.
Before heâd been indifferent to Soapâs attempts at friendship but now he leans into it all. The whispered comments during briefings, the brief contact when passing each other. Saving him a seat in the mess.
Slowly, slowly, Ghost chips away at the wall Soap has up. They get closer, whisper confessions to each other theyâd thought theyâd never tell another living soul. Spend sleepless nights escaping nightmares together quietly in the rec room. Ghost had never had to work so hard for a shag before. Luckily the more he gets to know Soap the more he likes him. Heâd probably keep Soap as a friend after heâs won. Keep him as a fuck buddy too. Itâs not hard getting closer, gaining his trust.
Soap is in love. Ghost is close to winning. Itâs just a bet.
It all comes to a head one night after a mission where Ghost nearly dies. Soap is quiet on the way back to base. Doesnât respond to any of the comments from the others. Heâs just staring straight ahead. He even ignores the press of Ghosts thigh against his own. When they finally arrive back he rushes off, leaving the others behind.
Later Ghost is alone in his room when thereâs a knock at his door. Soap slips in and locks the door behind him. They stare at each other before Soap surges forward to kiss Ghost over the mask. Desperate, not caring as he kisses the balaclava. Without thinking Ghost rips it off. Takes control of the kiss, shows soap how to flick his tongue, how to tease.
They tumble into bed and clothes are shed, Soap is on his back, naked, staring up at Ghost.
âWhy?â Ghost asks. He wonât ask Soap if heâs sure, heâs not losing now. Itâs just a bet.
âI- You were nearly dead Ghost. Right in front of me. I thought a part of me was going to die with you. I donât want to live another day not knowing what itâs like to be yours. I lov-â and thatâs where Ghost kisses him. Hard. Shuts him up. Ignores Soaps tears, tears for him. Ignores the feeling in his own chest. Itâs just a bet.
Afterwards theyâre lay in bed, Ghost holding Soap as he drifts off to sleep. He tries not to think about how the sex was different to every other time for Ghost. Eventually Soap rolls away from him in his sleep. Lands on his stomach, the sheet pooled around his hips.
The marks from Ghosts mouth are clearly visible. The bite marks along his back, the bruises from his hands on his shoulders.
Itâs just a bet.
Ghost grabs his phone.
He snaps a picture.
He sends it to the group chat with a simple âI winâ.
He shuts his phone off as soon as itâs delivered, rolling to gather Soap in his arms. He drifts off the easiest he has in a long long time. Itâs just a bet.
They wake up to furious pounding on his door. Soap jerks awake, disoriented but Ghost is instantly alert. He pulls on his sweatpants and balaclava and storms to the door, pulling it open to see Gaz.
âWhy are-â is all he gets out before Gaz has punched him straight in the nose. Itâs a good hit, instantly gushing blood.
Soap tumbles from the bed, gets his trousers on, shouting at Gaz angrily.
Gaz doesnât bother to argue, just thrusts his phone. No. Not his phone. Another soldiers phone, at Soap.
âSoap-â Ghost starts.
âShut the fuck up.â Gaz snarls.
Soap grabs it and starts to scroll, eyes flickering up to look at Ghost every so often. Why is Ghosts heart pounding so hard? He feels sick.
Soap quickly reaches the end of whatever thread he was reading, staring at the screen for a moment before locking the phone.
The room is silent.
Gaz and Ghost are shocked when Soap breaks, hurling the phone at the wall with all his strength.
He takes a step toward Ghost before stopping himself. Obviously fighting himself hard before he sneers at him and turns to find his shirt.
Ghost canât speak. Soap canât know. No one outside of the bet was meant to know. No one.
Soap pulls his shirt on and makes his way to Gaz, shaking. His eyes are red and glassy.
âJohnnyâ he says softly.
Soap turns to him, his expression blank. âCongratulations on winning the bet Lieutenant Riley. Enjoy your winningsâ is all he says before he disappears with Gaz.
Ghost slams his door closed. His heart beating so fast heâs worried heâs having a heart attack.
Soap had never looked at him like that before. So empty.
He sinks onto his bed, shaking. Heâs surprised when something wet lands on his hand. Tears? Why the fuck is he crying. It doesnât matter. Itâs just a bet. He doesnât know why he feels like a part of him has died.
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