#ghostgazsoap

But now, Johnny was curled up on the "best corner" of the couch and had been for nearly two hours and clearly had no intention of surrendering it. He held a heating pad clutched to his stomach, eyes narrowed at Kyle in the kitchen.

"You keep looking at me like that," Kyle said, not looking up from the stove, "and I'm gonna think you want something."

"Don't want nothin'." Johnny grumbled. He huffed, then shifted, wincing, and pulled the pad up another inch. Then pushed it back down.

Nothing was comfortable, nothing was right. He needed to move but also needed everything to stop moving for just a few minutes. Instead his body had very strong complaints about its current circumstances.

"That thing's probably lost half its charge by now." Kyle wandered over, wiping his hands on a dish towel, and crouched by the couch with an easy reach toward the pad. "Let me grab the other—"

"Touch it and I'll kill you."

Kyle held both hands up, retreating with exaggerated caution.

"Let's not kill Kyle, Johnny," came a voice from the doorway, and Simon stepped through pulling his jumper over his head. He'd gone for a run to the store as soon as Johnny had started complaining about feeling like he needed to crawl out of his own skin. He'd learned the little tells, rare as they were in recent years. He crossed the room and dropped onto the couch beside Johnny's feet.

Johnny made a show of ignoring him for all of four seconds before he was wiggling, shifting his hips, letting out a long, put-upon whine. And then his foot found Simon's thigh and poked. Then poked again, more insistent, his toes digging in.

Simon huffed through his nose, another easy tell. He knew it was coming, but waiting Johnny out always tended to result in less threats of violence.

Simone quietly leaned over, hooked an arm under Johnny, and lifted until Johnny was being rearranged with an indignant little squawk and Simon had wedged himself bet the newly vacated space between Johnny and the cushions.

"Oi—"

"Easy," Simon said, pulling Johnny back against his chest.

Johnny grumbled something about manhandling and no respect but he was already resettling, spine curving into the shape of Simon behind him, heating pad at his front and Simon's warmth against his back. Kyle, still crouched by the coffee table, watched them with a small smile.

"Tea, Simon?"

"Ta, Love."

COD Hades AU! - 👻🧼🖤

anyway, here's ghost trying sudoku

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He could always tell when Simon was off. Be it a slight tick of his hands pulling down on his balaclava when he was nervous, the sudden stillness and slight head tilt he did when he was getting pissed or the silence he used when he was down.

Yeah. Price can always tell. It was like a rift in the usual waves around Ghost, and he can almost always tell 99.999% of the time what the other was feeling simply by noting the atmosphere change around the other man. He can tell everything from a mile away, even if Simon couldn’t himself.

So trust him when he says he knows Ghost wants to be closer to the taskforce. He sees it in how the three banter around, how Ghost allows Gaz to call him “the phantom of the opera” or how Soap is the only one who can whine to L.T about taking off his mask without having a gaping hole in his chest later. Or the unspoken rule of personal space suddenly being invaded as light pats, playful punches and mock hits are tolerated by Ghost without any alarm bells going off.

But Ghost, is shit at communication. At an unfathomable level. The lieutenant was sure the other two men must have recognised his reciprocation, his open fondness and soft spot for them. The fucking clueless bastard who didn’t know the first thing about normal behavior, Price thinks with love.

And he’d reached his limit with trying to let Simon do it his way.

So when they’re all down from a mission, Ghost making his way to exfil while the rest were already in the train, Price tells both his sergeants to just close their eyes. He’s met with a few dubious looks, but the tired expression on his face of trust me I know what I’m doing erases all doubts and they both do it.

The moment ghost’s voice clicks over comms, saying he’s made it out, Price sees both his sergeants relax, shoulders sagging as they let out a deep exhale, and smiles. All his boys cared about each other.

Gaz, who closes his eyes first, ends up falling asleep, lightly swaying with the motion to prevent himself from falling deeper. And Soap is well on his way under, his body stilling dangerously so for his normal state.

Price sits on the opposite seat, keeps his hat on his face to prevent Ghost from seeing his eyes, and lays back. To watch the chaos, of course. Ghost enters after a few minutes, his footsteps heavy before stopping, and then becoming impossibly soft, presumably because he sees them all asleep.

Price watches Ghost falter, THE Ghost look as uncertain and lost as a puppy, fidgeting as he tries to see where he can sit.

The bus starts, and the motion causes Gaz to almost slide off. But before Gaz can fully wake himself up to respond, Ghost catches him, takes the seat between the two sergeants, tightens his gentle grip around the other man, and allows him to rest his weight on Simon, to prevent him from moving any further.

Soap, half awake for all, this lifts his head a bit at the commotion, his battle with sleep was evident. He ends up trying to look at what is happening, before sleep wins and Johnny goes limp, head falling against Simon’s before he realises what happened and tries to lift himself, ending with his head falling back.

And Ghost once again, doesn’t let it. He lifts his shoulder to better support the other man’s neck, and tucks his chin over Soap’s head to keep him comfortable and safe. Soap is now practically leaning on Simon, the latter man for the first time in a long while not only allowing touch but initiating it.

So desperate and needy, spreading your legs as wide as they can without hurting you just to try to eat you out at the same time, broad shoulders and big arms with bulging muscles preventing them from getting it :((

Brothers in Arms, Brothers by Blood

Relationships: Alex Keller & John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Rating: Teen and Up Words: 1,341 Additional tags: Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mystery Of Sorts, Secrets