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Soap’s boots barely made a sound as he walked down the hallway of the safehouse. The corridor was dimly lit, with only a soft glow spilling out from the slightly open bathroom door.

“Morning, LT. I’m heading to the others, you comin'?” he asked as he passed by the door.

“Morning. I’ll join you in 10. After the mess from last night, I need a fucking shower first...” Ghost replied.

“Alright” Soap said as his gaze shifted to the crack in the door that his Lieutenant had probably left open by accident.

A moment.

Ghost stood in the shower, his back to the door. Water ran in long streams down his body. The overhead light illuminated the scars on his skin, each one a testament to battles fought and survived, like pages from a war diary.

Soap had seen him naked countless times—changing, patching wounds, washing off the grime of missions.

Get a grip, Johnny. It’s just Ghost. It’s always been Ghost.

But this time, it felt... different.


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HOLY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL, SHELL!!!!!!!! SOAP'S EXPRESSION!!!! THE LOOK SOAP HAS ON HIS FACE!!!!! THE WAY HE'S PEAKING AT GHOST!!! GHOST LOOKS GORGEOUS. CHRIST. HIS BACK AND HIS ARSE. HIS HAIRY THIGHS. I FEEL DIZZY 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵