#priceghost

He waits a beat, listens for the shuffle of paper or the scrape of a chair, but ultimately hears nothing, and eases the door open.

Price is slumped over his desk, both arms folded under his head. A pen has rolled to the edge of a half-finished report. The lamp's still on, throwing warm light across scattered files and an empty mug.

Ghost is quiet as he crosses the room, light as he can manage in his boots, and presses two fingers to the side of Price's neck. A steady, slow thrum is there, warm beneath skin. A man who finally stopped fighting sleep.

Ghost straightens, steps to the closet, and finds a spare wool blanket folded on the shelf. He shakes it out and lays it over Price's shoulders, carefully, because the man might wake and pretend he wasn't tired at all.

Price just breathes, the lines in his face softer now.

Ghost lowers himself into the chair across the desk, legs stretched out, arms crossed. He tells himself he'll only stay a minute. Make sure the captain's alright.

The office is quiet. The building's quiet. For the first time in longer than he can remember, so is his head.

i’m so glad your first exposure to this song is now plagued by them /silly

to me, it’s this combo of internalized homophobia and simon knowing their relationship is not as “real” as he needs it to be. knows that he shouldn’t be seeking out comfort from the man who’s main goal is to ultimately use him for a better cause. but those private moments where simon gets to see the other side..the softness in his captain.. the thought that price is probably the only person in the world who truly understands what simon has been through..

like he's been stuffed and satiated and for the first time in months, maybe years, his mind is quiet enough to hear someone else's breathing under his ear. And it's John's.

werevamp priceghost fic is out!