Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish
Additional Tags: Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009), Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, mactavish is so so in love with his lieutenant and very very horny about it, extensive and blatant sexualization of military tac gear, I put 09 ghost in the climbing harness 22 ghost wears, Getting Together, First Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Knife Play, but it's light the only thing that actually gets cut is clothing, Overstimulation, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Smut, the tac gear straps stay ON during sex, Sparring, the vast majority of this fic is porn, porn in which they are very tender and also fuck nasty, Dom/sub, they're both getting off on bringing the captain/lieutenant dynamic into the bedroom, Orgasm Edging, Dom John "Soap" MacTavish, Sub Simon "Ghost" Riley, indirect romantic declarations, they never say I love you but they're constantly conveying I love you, Possessive Behavior, From both of them, Sexual Tension, oh and how could i forget, John "Soap" MacTavish Has a Large Penis, my man is packing some major heat and he knows how to use it
Summary:
Captain John MacTavish had a problem. This was not new; as the one in charge of the 141 he had to deal with a great deal of problems of various calibers. Nor was it new for his lieutenant to manage to create and solve his problems in equal measure. What was new was this specific problem. It was driving him insane in a way nothing else had managed to in quite some time, its source was around constantly, and worst of all, there was fuck all he could do about it.
 Ghost's hand slid up into the bottom of his mohawk, fingers grabbing a fistful of hair as he arched into him. "Promise, captain?" A thread of desperation ran through the words. Both of them were familiar with things worth dying for, but neither of them knew how to handle something like this–something worth living for.
John let go of the hip harness with his other hand and wrapped it around the other's jaw, turning his head so they were face to face, mere inches apart, the long lines of their bodies overlaid. "Yeah, Riley." Desire, commitment, intent; all that and more distilled down into one short phrase. "I promise."
