#i beg

୨୧⋅┈∘┈⋅⋅┈∘┈⋅୨୧⋅┈∘┈⋅⋅┈∘┈⋅୨୧ ⋅┈∘┈⋅⋅┈∘┈⋅ ୨୧ The safe house was nothing more than a rundown cabin tucked in the woods, one room, one bed, one sad—narrow couch, and the faint smell of old wood and moss.

The mission had gone sideways—close call with hostiles, comms cut, but thankfully the two of you had made it out with little casualty. Ghost had taken a grazing hit across his side; nothing life-threatening, but enough that he needed to clean it properly.

You were still catching your breath, peeling off your plate carrier and vest, when he finally shredded his shirt.

You weren’t expecting what you saw.

Ghost’s torso was a map of scars and hard muscle, but that wasn’t what made your brain short-circuit. Both of his nipples were pierced—thick, silver barbells that caught the low light from the single lantern. Then a delicate but deliberate navel piercing sat right above the waistband of his pants. small, glinting balls. And when he ran his tongue over his teeth, catching his breath, you saw the tongue piercing too—metallic ball flashing for half a second.

He noticed you staring, those dark eyes didn’t miss much.

“Problem, Sergeant?” The usual clipped Manchester edge softened by exhaustion and something else.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Heat flooded your face so fast you were surprised steam didn’t rise off you. The piercings were so… unexpected on him. Hidden under all that tactical gear and that damn mask, secret and filthy.

Your gaze kept dropping—to the way the nipple bars stood out against his pale skin, to the way the navel hoop shifted when he breathed, to the way he licked his lower lip and that tongue piercing caught the light again.

Your mind went exactly where you told it not to.

What else is he hiding?

You could almost picture it—more silver glinting lower, maybe a Jacob’s ladder running the length of his cock, each rung a shock of cold metal you’d feel if he ever—

“Eyes up here.” he said, but there was a rough edge of amusement under it. He didn’t move to cover himself. Just stood there, scarred, pierced, and stupidly hot, letting you look. The air in the cabin felt twenty degrees hotter.

You swallowed. Your pulse was hammering in your throat. “I… didn’t know the military let you have those.”

“They don’t.” He shrugged one broad shoulder, the motion making the barbells shift. “Keeps things interesting when nobody’s looking.”

Your brain was supplying very vivid, very unprofessional images of exactly what “interesting” might look like beneath his belt. The thought of cold metal dragging against sensitive skin, of him letting someone see—letting you see—made your thighs press together involuntarily.

Ghost’s head tilted slightly, like he could read every filthy thought crossing your face. His voice dropped even lower as his hand hovered over his belt.

“Wanna see what else I’m hiding…?”

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Hc:

Generated drakobloxxer stuffed toy given by n7 to c00lkidd, there’s a built in walkie talkie inside it for emergencies because c00lkidd isn’t allowed a phone (the walkie talkie doesn’t have a range limit)

the stuffed toy was ended up in c00lkidd’s killer realm 

when n7 has the chance, he mostly uses it to sing to c00lkidd whenever they aren’t in a round

because imagine them bickering and arguing the whole time and then they have to go through their worst memories and they're just kind of quiet because obviously they're not laughing and joking anymore but they still don't really like each other so it's all a bit awkward

and then max stumbles upon 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 and mike is just 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 for the criticism but it 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 and instead max hugs him for the first time ever and that is so so important to mike because even the person who 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 still didn't hesitate to 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢, even as the 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

and then she helps him face it by explaining to him that music was never the answer to getting out of here, it was her love for lucas, because 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙧