Just a cute little thingy. Also please please send asks. I have literally no ideas :[
Gaz sighed, flopping on the shitty safe house bed. His damp hair making him shiver. The days had been scorching but somehow the night was still cold. Didn't help the power was out, and his shower to get the layers of caked mud and sweat off was freezing.
He groaned, too worked up to sleep. The mission had stretched much longer than it was meant to. Should have been an easy in and out, week long at best. They were one week three, and it was the first time since the start of the mission that they were not sleeping in the mud.
So he couldn't complain too much about the safe house, because at least it was a shelter, and they were getting flown back to base tomorrow.
Ghost was in the other room, probably fast asleep. He had been acting off the last few days. Quieter, more on edge and snappier. A simple joke that he would usually have returned, got him told to ‘Shut his bloody trap for once in his life, or he'd be on latrine duty for three months’.
Needless to say there was a bit of tension between them at the moment. Gaz couldn't really blame Ghost. After all, a mission tripling in length and being stuck in the hot humid climate sucked. But Ghost was known for being resilient, and unshakeable.
Gaz had personally seen the man with three bullet wounds still crack shitty jokes. But yet, something on this had really thrown Ghost off.
He didn't seem to be injured, wasn't holding himself weird, so at least that was something.
Gaz'd mentioned it to Price over radio, who had given a knowing hum and just told Gaz to leave it for now. That Ghost would go back to normal once they left.
Gaz knew not to push it. His lieutenant was a complicated guy, and although he didn't know all his past, he certainly knew he had been through a real shit storm. He knew it wasn't gonna happen, but he wished Ghost would just talk to him.
They were friends and he was worried. But not like he could force anything.To say he wasn't looking forward to Ghost hopefully getting back to normal was an understatement however.
Gaz rolled onto his back, fiddling idly with the cord for the lamp as he thought. He glanced up as he heard movement through the open door into where Ghost was staying.
He glanced up, looking at the hulking figure. “Lieutenant. What do you need?” Ghost didn't answer, walking closer. Gaz just blinked at him.
Maybe a 6’4 man who was built like a brick wall walking towards you at night should be intimidating, but it wasn't. It was Ghost afterall, no way in hell he would hurt his team. Gaz knew that much.
What he didn't expect Ghost to do was just… flop on him? He was evidently careful not to land with all his weight, but he just flopped on-top of Gaz.
Settling against his chest as if it was the most normal thing ever, head tucking beside Gaz’s neck.
It was only when Gaz felt the slight tickle of hair, and the warmth of skin he realised. Ghost wasn't wearing his mask. Or a balaclava or anything.
Gaz blinked, trying to get his bearings. “I-wha?... Lieutenant?”
The breath tickled his neck as Ghost just murmured “Shut it, Garrick”. It was a sign of how much he wasn't himself, with the fact it wasn't so much an order, and felt more like a plea.
Gaz conceded easily “Okay, okay, shutting up.” He whispered tracing a hand absently along his superiors back. When
Ghost sat up ever so slightly, Gaz found himself surprisingly disappointed that Ghost was moving…
Until Ghost simply moved his head, tucking it under the sergeant's chin, resting on his chest and settling back down with a soft hum.
Within minutes he was softly snoring, and his grip was looser.
And Gaz was very confused.
But he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed.
