I woke up today and chose horny.
It was a stupid bet. Anyone with more than two brain cells knows not to challenge Ghost. At anything. Period.
But Soap is stupid, and well, in all fairness, really horny when it comes to Ghost, to challenge him at what he became a legend for. And now Soap’s lying in the dirt on one of the shooting ranges of the base, Ghost a couple of metres away and Soap’s losing. Badly.
That’s not to say that he isn’t an excellent sniper, but it’s the bloody Ghost he’s up against. There’s a reason they are drawing a crowd.
Ghost’s also lying prone, almost casual without his full gear, just camo pants and a t-shirt, skeleton gloves caressing his AW-50 more tender than he’s ever been with Soap. It’s not that he minds exactly, but Soap didn’t even know Ghost was capable of such gentleness before he saw him with his rifle. It’s obscene.
The distraction doesn’t help either, broad shoulders and thick arms straining the army green of his shirt sleeve. Anyone else and Soap would think they are showing off, Ghost simply needs this much space to exist. He’s loose, like he could stay there for hours. Which Soap knows he can, the dip of his back and the swell of his arse in a perfect curve to not put strain on any of his muscles. His thighs are spread and Soap wants to crawl between them and never come out. It’s everything he would get if he could beat Ghost.
The targets are half a mile away - a challenge in itself - and it’s windy. Windy as in they are pointing guns in completely fucking unrelated directions.
And Ghost sill manages to hit the mark. Not a headshot, but still pretty damn deadly. Soap’s trying to keep up, but they all have only a round left and all Ghost needs is another hit, anywhere, and Soap wouldn’t even have a chance.
Ghost swings his rifle around and shoots at nothing in particular. He smirks over at Soap - through the skull mask and balaclava, but at this point Soap doesn’t need to see his face to know what’s going on on it.
“Oops. Looks like you still have a chance, Sergeant. Only need a kill shot.” Ghost spreads his legs more, wiggles his arse and Soap stops fighting his own body. He can take the bloody shot with an erection.
“Not helping, Lt.” Soap growls back and Ghost huffs out a laugh. It grates on his nerves, because that’s as much evil cackling as Ghost will ever allow himself. He’s so bloody proud of how much of a fucking tease he is.
“My services don’t come cheap, gotta work hard for them Johnny.” Ghost sounds almost playful, still deep and rumbling and Soap has to remind himself that he’s been trained to withstand psychological torture.
“I’m going to fucking wreck your throat, Simon. Then I’m going to put my whole fist up your arse. Wipe that smug smirk off your face.” Soap groans, pushing his hips down to release some tension and takes aim.
Boom. Headshot.
Ghost keeps on smirking.
sgjkkfstfslt soap needing to remind himself he can withstand torture. like yeah buddy you can do it i believe in u 🙏
also this line “Anyone else and Soap would think they are showing off, Ghost simply needs this much space to exist.” whew 😳
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I’ve been pretty neutral about Black Pearl Cookie, but I just watched the update preview and uhhhh 😳😳😳😳 H-hello mx…
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TRANS MEI DRAGON JUMPSCARE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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if i can impart any one piece of wisdom to y’all, it’s to, whenever possible, assume good intentions
assume people are trying their best, want to be good and treat others well, and that when their behavior doesn’t align with those goals, it’s because of outside factors that are pushing them to their limit
it’s hard to do, it doesn’t always come naturally, but it’s worth it
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