#soapghostgaz

Kyle felt warmth, first. Then the soft, whole warmth of the duvet around himm and the heavy, loose feeling of good sleep.

The room was dim, curtains filtering early morning light, the air was still and comfortable and undisturbed. Kyle came back to himself with the sunrise, no alarm, no reason to hurry, and the steady rise and fall beneath his cheek.

He blinked awake, took a long inhale through his nose, then tilted his head to look up.

Simon was awake and looking back down at him. He had been awake for a while, probably. He had that content relaxed presence of just being allowed to stay.

One of his hands rested at the small of Kyle's back, holding him gently.

"Hi," Kyle said.

"Hi."

Kyle pushed himself up enough. Simon met him halfway, his free hand moving to his jaw, and they kissed slow and unhurried, a good morning kind of thing, soft and simple. Kyle settled back down into the warmth of his chest.

"Sleep alright?" Simon asked.

"Mm. Better than."

Simon's thumb moved across his back.

"...will ye twa just," came a voice, from somewhere behind Kyle, rough and pained and half-dissolved in a pillow. "M'heid is absolutely mince and you're back there—och, I cannae even—"

A long inhale, and a longer exhale, a man summoning patience he didn't have.

"Shut yer mooths. The pair of ye. Or I swear on everythin' holy I'll smother ye where ye lie and feel absolutely nothin' aboot it."

"Go back to sleep," Simon said.

"Aye, ta, tremendous advice."

Then the sheets shifted behind Kyle, the heavy warm weight of Johnny rolling in close, his arm dropping over Kyle's middle and his face tucking against the back of his neck. Nuzzling in to claim the kiss-marked space as his own.

"Shhh," Johnny said, aimed at them and the morning and the light and the air and at the universe itself.

Kyle looked up at Simon, a soft, playful smile pulling at his mouth.

Simon looked back, his own sort of soft, small smile reaching his eyes, and then his eyes closed.

Gaz: Shut up before I make you a bottom

Soap:

to write about stepbrother's johnny, kyle and simon...

all of them being so perverted, yet so predictable. :(

you can't wear a short dress around simon, otherwise he'll bombard you with questions, asking where you think you're going whilst dressed like a hooker! believe him, he's just looking out for you... but, when you come home drunk, attempting to hide in your room, simon is already convincing and coercing you into his bedroom, where he'll demand you to suck him off and let him fuck your tight, little asshole. gripping your soft tits over your short dress, rolled up around your waist as he begins to thrust and grind deep into your swollen, puffy and glistening folds.

you can't wear shorts around johnny because it drives him crazy. even your other stepbrothers will tell you to cover up, because johnny's acting depraved; palming himself in front of everyone, and eyeing you up like a feast. if you do, he'll be humping you constantly, trying to get you to bend over so he can get a nice view of your ass... you may even wake up to johnny rubbing his hard boner over your clothed ass, all drowsy and conditioned, tip soaking your skimpy pajama shorts, thick and milky cum oozing from the head of his achingly hard cock, while he apologises profusely, telling you to go back to sleep, that he'll be quick...

you can't wear anything revealing around kyle, nothing whatsoever, he'll find a way to sexualise you somehow. when you're wearing a low cut top, one that reveals too much cleavage, he can't resist. he'll grope you and kiss your breasts, telling you it's alright for a stepbrother to touch you like this because it's done with protectiveness, making sure you're safe in his arms, the perverted bastard lying straight to your face and being so touchy and perverted.

Kissed💋 - 🖤 👻 🧼

v-day post, cause gaz deserves lots of smooches from his bfs too !!!!

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.

Chapters: 28/28 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" MacTavish, past Soap/Original Male Character, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Simon "Ghost" Riley Word Count (total): 433,719 Chapter Summary: