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´Fucking Run !´ – was one way to say it or in more proper military lingo one may say: ´Execute Quick Tactical Retreat´, any way you want to say it, Lieutenant Riley and Sergeant McTavish found themselves in a very messy situation.
Running like a hoard of Wild Hogs were chasing them, the two Men weaved through a Labyrinth of Rooms and Corridors. It wasn’t Wild Hogs though, Soap would have almost preferred that, at least Hogs can’t use Guns.
´The Compound wasn’t heavily armed.´ was what the intel told them. Just a few Gunmen here and there, that should have been easily taken care of. What they did not expect was that two Trucks with another load of armed Men arriving, right as they were in the middle of the Main Building, promptly having to book it.
While running behind the tall Brit, he could see the Man fumble with his Radio, cursing as nothing went through, the solid Concrete around them messing with the Signal.
Looking back, he could still see the Assailants hot on their Heels, thankfully not shooting at them as they were sprinting as well. If they don’t find some way out or some place to hide their gonna be screwed.
Turning his Head forward again, Ghost, like his name suggests, seemed to have disappeared into thin Air. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He sprinted the way he thought he saw a glimpse of the other.
Passing a cracked open Door, he was forcefully dragged in, colliding with a solid body. Any yell of distress was silenced by a big Hand pressed firmly over his Mouth, making it hard to even breath. Struggling useless against the tight hold whoever had on his Tactical Vest.
A hushed gravelly Voice spoke from behind him, located way to close to his ear, the warm air making the Hair on his Neck stand up.
“Johnny, Relax.”
He wasn’t proud of the noise he let out, very thankful for the Hand still pressed over his Mouth. Ghost squinted his Eyes in confusion as he noticed the other shudder against his hold, putting it on adrenalin.
With two taps on the silencing Hand, it was removed from Soap’s Face, him finally able to take a full breath. “Ya gave me a Heartattack Lt ! Could’a stabbed ya.” Soap whisper-screamed at the one behind him. With his Eyes adjusting to the Darkness, he tried figuring out where he was dragged to, it was a tight fit that’s for sure, some small Room that was used for random Utensils.
“Found us a great hiding Spot, hope we get outta here before the Air runs out.” the Scot spat. “Less talking then, Johnny.” With an amused huff Soap dismissed the jab. Shifting a bit, he could still feel the Hand tightly holding onto his Vest. “Ya can let go, won’t run from ya Lt.”
As he didn’t hear an answer or movement for a few seconds he craned his head to try to look at the other. “Ghost, you copy?”, “Positive” with that Ghost loosened the grip on the other. Soap thought he saw something unusual in those dark Eyes, but it could be the low Light messing with his Vision.
“Alright Lt, let me just…” Soap tried to move to give both of them more Room, Legs being stopped by the waist-high Shelf in front of him. With his Hands on top of the Shelf, he leaned his Head towards the Wall, his Ass sticking back, making the whole pose appear quite sensual.
Ghost couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the display in front of him, “Sergeant I really don’t think this is the time for that.”, despite his word he laid a teasing hand on the lower back of the shorter Man. “Don’t get funny Ideas now Lt., not a whole lot’a space to `fuck around`. ” letting out a laugh at his own joke, Soap moved his Legs to stand more secure and yup…this is a very unprofessional position they were in. Clenching his Jaw to try and shoo away all the dirty Thoughts coursing through his Brain.
Very much knowing it is a horrible Idea and goes beyond lighthearted flirting, he moved his Hips just a tiny, tiny bit back towards Ghost. Feeling the other’s Heat radiating off him.
The Hand on his Back roughly yanked him upright. With red tinting his Cheek’s, Soap thought he majorly messed up now. Well, if he dies it may as well be by Ghost’s Hands.
“Don’t.” came a low growl, again too damn close to his Ear and since when is Ghost’s voice so damn sexy?!
Not being able to help himself he pushed further, grinning as he leaned more against the Chest behind him, Head propped against Ghost’s Shoulder.
“Or what?” he whispered as close as he could to his Lieutenants Ear. He’s a goner for sure. From his View, he could just make out the brown Eyes staring at him. There was no anger in them though, there was something…oh…oh?
“I know you are one for Insubordination, but ur playing with Fire here Johnny.” A warning tone, a Hand still tangled in his Vest, holding Soap still.
“Ya know a don’t mind get’in burned Sir~” speaking with a purr in his Voice, the shorter moved his Hips, basically grinding against his Superior.
Ghost’s free hand flew to Soap’s Leg Strap, pulling him just that much closer. A Moan escaping both of them.
Taking a deep Breath, Ghost tried to steady his racing Heart, Hand roaming the muscular thigh. “You sure?” squeezing the Flesh under his Hand to get the others Attention.
“Fuck, all I know is that I need those damn Hands on me, now.”
With that Ghost’s Hands moved right to Soap’s crotch, rubbing over the tenting fabric. Saying it felt like Heaven for Soap, was an understatement. Leaning against a strong and warm chest, having the Hands that caught his Eyes so often, on him felt unreal. Maybe he actually got shot and this was the Afterlife, if that was the Case he wouldn’t complain.
Moving his Hand to lay on top of the gloved one rubbing over his crotch, he detangled Ghost’s other Hand from his Vest to hold onto his Hips, silent encouragement to touch him more.
Ghost just stared, wanting to pull all sorts of reaction out of the shorter. With quick moves, his Hands got to work on the Belt. Unbuttoning the offending Pants and shoving them down just enough to see Soaps hard Dick, still confined in his Underwear. Even with the boxers in the Way, Soap’s Knees felt weak as the Touch got more intense.
“Gotten so quiet, Johnny, what’s wrong?”, “Hah, Fuck y-“ his answer was cut off with a groan as Ghost squeeze him through the Boxers. “Haha, Cat got your Tongue ?” Using his Teeth to pull off one of his Gloves, Ghost’s Hand dipped into Soap’s Underwear, finally touching Skin to Skin. At the Contact the Scot’s Head fell forward, Head swimming with bliss.
Ghost biting his Lip, slowly grinding against the others Ass, painfully hard in his own Pants. A Hand moving to the Shorter’s Chest to hold him close, Head nestled in between Soap’s Neck and Shoulder.
Breathing getting more labored by the second, Soap could only focus on the warm breath against his Neck and that wonderful Hand, stroking him roughly. Clear Liquid dripping from the tip of his Dick making the Movement smoother, making him twitch more.
A surprised Moan ripped from his Throat as he felt…a bite!? Ghost just chuckled before biting just below the first one. When did he even pull the damn Mask up?!
“Shh be careful, don’t want the whole Complex hearing that sinful Voice of yours.”
“Yes, Sir.” Coming out as an extra needy Moan, grinning as Soap could feel the shudder going through Ghost’s Body. The mention of Ranks reminding them how inappropriate this whole situation is, but both of them got some sort of sick kick from it.
Soap started to doubt his Legs will keep him stable much longer. Uttering a quick “Hol’ up.” before moving his Knee to lay on the Shelf in front of him. Ghost pulling at his Leg Strap had him straining his other Leg, trying to get the perfect angle for both of them. Hanging his Head low as Soap could feel the hardness press against him. Oh how much he wants to just rip his Pants off and let Ghost have him, here and now.
The imagined Scene making his Vision swirl, so much so that he almost didn’t register when a low “Ghost, Please” slipped out of his Mouth.
The grip on him got tighter as Ghost increased his efforts, giving extra attention to the Head of Soap’s Dick, while kissing and biting at his Neck. A muffled “I got you.” coming from the taller.
He definitively wouldn’t last much longer like this, Ghost holding, biting and squeezing in all the right Places. A strained “Fuuuck, Ghost, so close” left his Mouth, needing just a little bit more. From behind him came a low growl.
Barely a Moment before he could feel that sweet Relief, he suddenly got turned around, Mouth opening to protest. Instantly stunned silent at the View in front of him. Ghost hastily undoing his Belt, freeing his Dick in one swift Motion. Getting closer together again the Brit took both of them in one ungloved Hand, their Breaths mingling together as they both breathed a sigh of Pleasure.
Soap didn’t register his Mouth was still hanging open as the other spoke: “What ? Thought I’d be happy about coming in my Pants like some horny Teen?” voice sounding extra gravely from the arousal. “Maybe another time.” He added before looking down and focusing back to the task at Hand. A Shiver ran down Johnny’s Spine at the Words. What does he mean ´another time´ ??
Feeling weirdly exposed the Scot couldn’t help but close his Eyes, teeth digging into his lower Lip. A Hand coming to his Face. “Look at me Johnny.” Thumb stroking over his Lips. The Command making him open his Eyes again, staring at the other. Ghost had his Mask pulled up to his Nose, Mouth hanging open slightly, Lips wet with Spit. The other’s Eyes nothing more than a black void, staring hungrily at him.
“Can i…” the question trailed off as Soaps eyes flickered to Ghost’s Lips, the other swallowing as a result. Without saying a Word, Ghost leaned close, Lip’s barely touching. The careful brush giving way to a passionate Heat, tongues swirling together, tasting each other. Soap’s Hands find their way to Ghost’s Face and under the Balaclava tangling into short Hair. Both barely able to catch their breaths as everything is getting too much. Begs and Moans getting lost in the Kiss.
The first to break away was Soap, muffling his Cry in Ghost’s Shoulder, Body trembling as his Orgasm washes over him. Ghost following shortly behind with a drawn out moan. They stand there for a Moment longer, riding out their bliss, just breathing, holding each other close.
Ghost moved away first, but not before giving Soap a quick peck on the Lips. The other somehow blushing more and seemingly more embarrassed by that action, than by what they just did.
Wiping off his dirtied hand on his Jeans, Ghost put his Clothing back in order. With an Ear to the Door, he looked at Johnny, who was not looking like moving any time soon.
“Come on Soap, make yourself presentable, we still gotta get out of here.” The other just grumbling but still pulling up his Pants and brushing a Hand through his Hair, as if it would fix his disheveled look.
Back at Base
They made it out of the Complex fine enough, most Gunman scattered further apart and it was easier to move around. Both got an earful why they weren’t answering Comms, Ghost muttering a believable Excuse without much thinking. Trotting behind was Soap, not sure how to act or what to say.
The Way back was very quiet, Ghost sitting next to Soap, consciously moving his Leg so their Knees always touched, enough said without any Words. Soap could feel himself relax, more assured that he didn’t just completely fuck up any sort of relationship he had with his Lieutenant. `Maybe another time´ still stuck in Soap’s Head.
Back at Base, both garnered strange looks. In Prices Office, the Captain was the first to speak up about the thing that earned them all the attention.
“What happened to your Neck, Son ?” Price spoke after staring at the red Marks for a Moment.
Heat creeping into his Face, Soap brought a Hand to the Area, trying to hide it. “Uh I uh, I got burned.” Glaring to the side where he could see Ghost’s Eyes scrunch up with a hidden chuckle.
Price glancing between the two for another long Moment before he sighed. “Just don’t let it get in the way of your Missions, understood ?”
Both answering “Yes, Sir.”, at the same time, before leaving the office. Ghost gave him a wink before disappearing to his own Quarter.
Yup, he’s dead, this is Heaven and he bloody loves it.