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Ghost has a history, he has to, right? And Soap doesn't know nearly as much as he'd like, but that's alright with him. Man's entitled to some secrets, isn't he?
That's fine, right up until Soap decides to bust out his sweet red skull mask for a mission and oops! He's not the only one! Mace has a red mask, too, and a history with Ghost, and he isn't shy about letting Soap know about it.
Don't be fooled though, this is actually a story of how Ghost ended up with a red skull mask.
When the season five trailer that included cowboy Ghost in a red mask dropped, I initially thought it was Mace. And I took that to an angsty conclusion, as I often do.
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jealous soap but soap has nothing to be jealous abt and ghost disproves soaps fears
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Why him? Why was it always him?
He’d gone from being the kid his parents didn’t like, the troublemaking second son who had committed the mortal sin of liking lads as much as he liked the lasses, to being the hotheaded fucking idiot of a sergeant who had come down with a bad space of being absolutely gone for his lieutenant.
God, how pathetic. Blushing over a wee bit of attention from a man who wasn’t interested.
“Simon, Jesus fuck, Simon! ” he moaned, that sweet tension in his gut coiling ever tighter and tighter until he came with what would have been a shout if Simon hadn’t swallowed it down as his come rolled over their joined hands. He panted his way through his orgasm, grunting as the pleasure turned to overstimulation when Ghost didn’t stop, too focused and too close to slow down for even a moment, if the breathy ah-ah-ahs spilling from his pretty mouth were anything to go by.
A few moments later, and Simon was coming, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent yell. Fuck, Johnny would never forget the way his face looked in that moment, how his brows furrowed, eyes screwed shut against the overwhelming pleasure.
“There you go, fuck, that’s good, huh? I know, I know it was. It was just as good for me,” he crooned softly, watching as Ghost nodded, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Soap realised he was mouthing ‘yes, good, Johnny, fuck ,’ over and over again. He glanced down at the combined spend covering their hands and back up at Ghost as those big brown eyes opened again.