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Give me omega Soap and alpha Ghost where Soap doesn't purr, not even after they've gotten together. And as the days weeks months of them knowing each other wear on, Ghost gets more and more worried because *his omega isn't purring what is he doing wrong—*
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#ghoap
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#ghostsoap
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#soapghost
Why aren’t we talking more about Simon “Silver Fox” Riley??? Simon Riley who lives his entire life convinced he’ll never make it to the age where his blond hair begins to go gray and silver, he never planned to make it this far.
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alpha soap pressing omega ghost's face into the bed with a hand wrapped around the back of his neck rutting into his hole and going absolutely subtop feral about how tight his lt is send tweet
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Part 2 👀
Simon’s phone buzzed, Johnny’s face flashing on the screen. He wiped his hands, shaking his head as he grabbed it. Johnny likely realized they hadn’t decided on dinner, though the smile melted from his face the moment he heard a sob from the other end.
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“It means nothing to me! It means nothing!”
tags: angst, hurt/comfort, major character injury, panic attacks, slight miscommunication, established
#ghostsoap
, medical inaccuracies
Part 1 of ???
Threadfic starts below, thank you ghostsoap server for the wonderful prompt ⬇️
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“It means nothing to me! It means nothing!”
tags: angst, hurt/comfort, major character injury, panic attacks, slight miscommunication, established
#ghostsoap
, medical inaccuracies
Part 1 of ???
Threadfic starts below, thank you ghostsoap server for the wonderful prompt ⬇️
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"Good boy," Simon whispers. "Purring so pretty for your alpha. Perfect, love."
#ghoap
#ghostsoap
#soapghost
#omegaverse
#alphaghost
#omegasoap
#JohnSoapMacTavish
#SimonRiley
#SimonGhostRiley
#johnmactavish
#johnnymactavish
#johnnysoapmactavish
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A very weak, rusty purr begins in Johnny's chest. Stuttering and timid, but Simon only purrs *louder* in response, scent so pleased and proud. It encouraged Johnny to get a little louder too until they're both happily tumbling against each other.
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Part 3!!! ⬇️
Johnny barely had the energy to sit, resting his head against Simon’s chest as the older man spoke to their team, coordinating the safe transport of his precious bike. The guilt threatened to crush him, grind him to dust under its weight.
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Part 2 👀
Simon’s phone buzzed, Johnny’s face flashing on the screen. He wiped his hands, shaking his head as he grabbed it. Johnny likely realized they hadn’t decided on dinner, though the smile melted from his face the moment he heard a sob from the other end.
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Soap is so self conscious over his purr because it sounds wrong and it made people angry and they told him to stop, so he did! He's been such a good omega and now no one gets upset with him for purring because he won't do it anymore, he's being a good boy right? Good omega?
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But now his alpha is worried because he's not purring and now he's being a bad omega again but he doesn't know what to do because Alpha wants him to purr but everyone else tells him no because it's annoying and they told him to shut up—
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fluffy
#ghoap
thoughts tonight. Because
#ghostsoap
being so disgustingly cutely in love gives me life.
#soapghost
Johnny, after he and Simon are well and truly friends, on their way to being a /proper/ couple, can’t stop telling Simon that he loves him.
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Soap, who's dropping hard, finally hitting the edge of his sanity, he can't do it and he's in distress, he doesn't know what to do and he's *scared* because now Alpha looks upset!!
Ghost, who's automatically reaching for his omega, setting him in his lap and covering him
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in blankets that smell like their nest so he'll calm. Trying to coax it out of him, wondering why his perfect omega is so afraid to purr.
And Johnny finally whimpers into Simon's chest about how everyone told him to shut up. That his purr is wrong and annoying.
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And by not purring he's being a good boy right? He's not being annoying or bad and Alpha isn't gonna be mad at him because he's doing what he was told?
Simon's heart breaks. He's going to have a nice little chat with everyone who's ever dared tell his perfect omega not to purr
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Simon, who begins to purr softly, letting the rumble soothe his perfect lad and show that everything is okay.
Alpha is purring, Alpha smells happy, so everything must be okay, right? Alpha is safe...
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But first he needs to be calm and solid for his mate, Johnny needs him to be steady. And so Simon lovingly strips them both down to boxers for maximum skin to skin contact while making sure Johnny knows he's not expecting *anything*
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And Simon picks Johnny up and settles him into their nest before climbing in after, hugging him tight and nestling his nose in the spot right behind Johnny's ear that drives his omega wild.
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“Wanna be with you, please,” Johnny sniffled. “Please…”
”Okay, I’ll get us home. I’m gonna call Price, yeah?” Johnny clung to his arm. “I won’t leave. I’m right here, I’ve got you.”
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#ghoap
#ghostsoap
#soapghost
#ghost
#soap
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Simon will accept it all: the good, the bad, the ugly. And he’ll love every minute of it—every minute of finally getting to grow old beside the man he loves the most—with open arms and a shy, excited smile.
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Never quite understanding how much aging is a bloody *gift*, scrutinizing every faded strand against the golden sea of a haircut he spends as little time as possible looking at.
Until Johnny.
Johnny, with the wrinkles around his bright blue eyes, smile lines and crows feet…
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“You don’t need to flatter me, Sergeant.”
“Am not. Ye’re bloody handsome, Si. My bonnie lad. So fuckin’ braw. Silver suits you.”
And… something shifts in Simon’s thoughts at that point. Now, when he catches his face in the mirror—when he sheds the mask, at least…
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And the gray hairs beginning to poke through his beard. Owning the fact that he’s survived long enough for this to happen with nothing but pride, a blinding grin as he frames Simon’s face in his hands and leans their foreheads together.
“Ye’re so handsome, m’eudail.”
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“I-I sent you the pin. Please, Si, please I’m so sorry…”
”Just sit tight. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
The line clicked, and Johnny folded his legs to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and sobbed.
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He cries when Johnny’s mohawk starts sprouting its first grays. Cries when Price finally manages to retire, because it’s one less person he has to fear for every day. Same for Johnny’s retirement, for Gaz’s, for Laswell’s, for Nik’s, for Rudy and Ale’s…
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It’s a goddamn privilege to grow old, isn’t it? A bloody gift, one he never thought he’d deserve.
Simon welcomes it with open arms. Welcomes the lines of his face, the slight wrinkles near his eyes and mouth, the spreading silver starting at his temples and crawling up.
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Each morning, long before Johnny’s stirred in their shared bed, still snoring away in the dawn’s first rays, he sneaks to the bathroom. Traces the wrinkles and lines of his face with reverence, hand shaking as he realizes he *made* it this far.
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He fucking *made it*. And now that he’s here… Simon “Ghost” Riley has many, many more miles to go, now that his life finally belongs to himself. Now that he gets to live for himself, for *Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*, and bask in the undying love of his sunshine.
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Don’t get me wrong, Simon will be super active still, fit and healthy and staying in shape because his body—broken and bloody as it was—carried him this far. Even when he wanted to give up, even when he did allow himself to give into some of those hopeless moments…
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”I’m so sorry!” Johnny wailed, clutching at his shoulders, shaking with the force of his sobs.
”It means nothing! It means nothing to me, it means nothing!” Simon rubbed his back, squishing him close. “It means nothing, Johnny. It means nothing to me, love.”
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”It means nothing. You mean everything. You mean everything to me, love, I don’t care about the fuckin’ bike.” Simon pulled away to rip one of the gloves off, letting his palm meet flushed skin and wipe away his tears.
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Johnny was out before he could reply. The last thing he felt before sleep claimed him was Simon’s lips, his scars brushing across Johnny’s forehead as he kissed him one last time, holding him tight.
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#soapghost
#ghostsoap
#ghoap
#ghostxsoap
#soapxghost
#ghost
#soap
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“Okay. I’m gonna call Price, have him and Gaz meet us here to pick up the bike. Do you feel up to being my backpack tonight, and I’ll get us home? Or do you wanna ride with them?” Simon made sure his voice was gentle, as if speaking to a flighty deer.
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“But your bike—“
”Johnny, forget about the bike! I don’t care about that, I care about you!” The moment Johnny started to hiccup, near hyperventilating, Simon cradled his face in his hands. “Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, look at me.”
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Oh, fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh fuck.
Oh, Simon was going to fucking kill him. Simon was going to absolutely, 100% put his skills to use, and no one would ever, ever find Johnny’s body.
Fuck, he hurt.
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“Please, Si, please I’m so sorry…”
“Just sit tight. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
The only thing that interrupted the roar of the engine was the pounding of Simon’s heart. Traffic laws be damned, all he cared about was getting to his boyfriend as fast as he could.
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“Aye. Always, Simon. I’ll always love you.”
“I’ll always love you too, Johnny.”
And for once, Simon allows his tears to fall, to take solace and bask in the radiant warmth of John “Soap” MacTavish. Allows himself to accept this love, pure and true and all for him. Forever.
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“Headachey, but didn’t hit my head. Not too broken.”
Simon sighed, tightening his grip. His entire body shook, tears wanting to fall but he needed to be strong for his boy, needed him to know it was okay and that Simon had him he was safe—
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“Johnny?” He sandwiched the phone between his ear and shoulder as he got up to wash his hands. “Hey, if you’re upset about dinner, don’t be. I never told you if I wanted anything specific, where—“
“Simon,” Johnny sobbed. It sent the hair on Simon’s neck bolt upright.
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He flicked the visor of his black and white helmet up the moment he parked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… please tell me you’re okay. Please, please, please be okay, fuck—“
His breaths came hard and fast as he ran toward the shaking bundle, falling to his knees next to the man.
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“Please…” Johnny sniffled, staring at him with the most heartbreakingly fearful expression he’d ever seen on the mans face, crumpled and streaked with red. “Please…”
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”Shh, Johnny, it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay,” Simon repeated, over and over again. “Forget about the bike, love, it’s okay. I love you so much, so so much. Tell me where it hurts.”
”Bleedin’… road-burned to shite,” Johnny mumbled, pitching forward.
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“Johnny!” His words were met with an agonized wail, Simon’s blood running cold as he saw red staining the ground, staining the hands tangled into an unruly mohawk.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, Johnny. I’m here, I’m here!”
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Everyone that knew Simon “Ghost” Riley knew exactly how much he adored his bike. He’d saved up for years to purchase it, spent hours polishing it until it shone, it was his escape from life in the SAS and all it entailed.
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It didn’t stop, not as he swerved and dove through lanes of traffic, pushing the bike to its limits until he finally spotted a downtrodden lump on the side of the road, a familiar white bike on its side several feet away.
“Johnny? Johnny!” Simon yelled.
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”Where are you.” Simon’s voice was flat, monotone, but in the background Johnny could hear his frantic movements.
”I—“
”Where. Are. You.” Johnny bit back another cry as he pulled away, quickly texting the location pin to his lieutenant.
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”Johnny?” Simon’s voice is gruff yet friendly. “Hey, I realized I never told you if I wanted anything specific, where—“
”Simon,” Johnny sobbed. “Simon I’m so sorry, please don’t hate me I’m so sorry I’m so sorry—“
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—before he was sent sliding, careening into the guardrail, skidding across the road so hard he felt the friction tearing into the black and red leather, biting into his skin as he screamed, the motorcycle still scraping across the pavement several feet away.
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”Sitrep, Sergeant.” The way Simon’s voice shifted effortlessly into his ‘lieutenant’ voice had Johnny’s back going rigid, mind quieting for a brief moment, enough for him to take a shaky, gasping breath.
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His brain short-circuted for a moment. Simon… allowing someone else to ride his bike? Without him? Unheard of.
”I can’t take yers, Si, just gimmie my keys—“
“I’m still working on yours. Take mine. Bring us dinner though?”
”Aye, sir, can do that.”
”Good lad.”
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And holy fuck, he understood now why Simon loved this thing so much. It rode like it was tailor made for him, sleek and responsive with zero effort. Johnny loved his bike, he adored it, but this… this was a step above.
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“Simon I’m so sorry please don’t hate me I’m so sorry I’m so sorry—“
“Johnny? Johnny!” Simon’s hands shook as he pressed it to his ear harder, as if he could reach his love through the screen, as if it would make sense of the terror in the mans voice.
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The moment Simon ripped his helmet off, he pulled the sobbing Scotsman into his arms, rocking back and forth, uncaring of the blood staining the white of his leather jacket red. “It’s okay! It’s okay, Johnny, it’s okay!”
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“Where are you.” Simon couldn’t focus long enough to school his tone, every thought was consumed by the need to get to his sergeant right away. Fuck the bike.
“I—“
“Where. Are. You.”
His phone pinged a second later.
“I-I sent you the pin.”
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“I-I got clipped, sir. Driver in front of me tried to pass and took me out. Sent me sliding.” He bit back a whimper as warm blood began to bubble up from the exposed skin of his shredded leathers. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I didn’t—“
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He immediately shifted his stance, already grabbing his helmet and jacket—and an extra, just in case—while fumbling with his shoes. Thankfully, Johnny’s bike was ready to go, and he mounted it with ease.
“You broken?”
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“I-I got clipped, sir. Driver in front of me tried to pass and took me out. Sent me sliding.” Simon’s heart shattered at the pain in Johnny’s voice, the tearful apologies still flowing through the speaker. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I didn’t—“
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His fingers fumbled with the breast pocket of the leather jacket, wincing and biting his lip as he slowly sits, tugging his helmet off and letting it roll across the dusty pavement. He sobbed as he dialed Simon’s number, tears pooling in his eyes and obscuring his vision.
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The bike was precious to him, so precious in fact that when he first allowed Johnny to touch it… it spoke to how deep their relationship had grown, from that first op all the way to now.
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”Johnny? Johnny!” Simon’s tone quickly fell away to fear. “Hey, hey, what’s going on, Johnny?”
”I’m so sorry! I—shit, Si, I’m so sorry about the bike please I’m sorry—“
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“Hey, hey, what’s going on?”
“I’m so sorry! I—shit, Si, I’m so sorry about the bike please I’m sorry—“ Simon’s heart sank.
“Sitrep, Sergeant.”
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At least, until the fuckin’ prick to his right decided they be first, clipping Johnny as they passed him and swerved hard to avoid another oncoming car. Far too close for comfort, both going so fast that he has no chance to slow down, brake, or even move out of the way—
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“Just take mine,” Simon muttered after the 50th time Johnny had paced back and forth through the garage, fighting the urge to ask when he’d be done. He tossed the keys, letting them sail through the air in a graceful arc before landing in Johnny’s hand.
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Johnny had been itching to ride. Ordinarily, he’d take his own bike and zoom around the countryside, but today Simon had all but stolen it, spending hours buffing out every minor scratch and cleaning it until the bright red paint gleamed like a mirror.
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#ghoap
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#ghostsoap
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#soapghost
CMNM 🧵😏🔞
“Sir…”
Ghost sat back, legs spread and jeans shoved down just enough to fist his cock with one spit-slick hand. Honey-brown eyes spent several long, quiet moments watching the man before him.
And what a gorgeous sight it was.
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Part 3 soon :3
#simonghostriley
#johnsoapmactavish
#simonriley
#johnnymactavish
#johnmactavish
#johnnysoapmactavish
#codfic
#codtwt
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”You sure you’re up for riding back?” Simon asked again. Johnny nodded quietly, still trying to force back tears. “Hey, Johnny. Listen to me. The bike means nothing to me, I can get another one or fix this one up if it needs it. *I can’t get another you.*”
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”I’m sorry,” Johnny’s voice trembled as he lost his internal battle, unable to keep his composure and pitching forward with another weak sob.
”I know, love. I’m not upset. I don’t give a bloody shit about the bike, okay?”
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THIS IS SO SWEET WTF???? CRYING
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(Part 2 coming soon)
#simonghostriley
#johnsoapmactavish
#ghost
#soap
#simonriley
#johnnymactavish
#johnmactavish
#johnnysoapmactavish
#ghostsoap
#soapghost
#ghoap
#codfic
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”Yeah, love?”
”Don’t…” Johnny gulped. “Don’t do anythin’ dumb, please…”
”Promise.” Simon paused for a moment before turning his head. “Johnny?”
”Yeah?”
”I love you. I promise, everything's okay. I love you.”
”I love you too,” Johnny whimpered. “Take me home?”
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“You’re the only thing that matters. I love you so much.” Simon stressed, squishing him back as close as he could. He only let go when a truck pulled off beside them, Gaz and Price jumping out with panicked yells.
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“Anything for you.”
Their ride back was quiet, save for Johnny’s weak, hiccuping sobs every so often, shuddering against Simon’s back. He was… cold. Freezing, really, shivering and sniffling and desperate for a warm bed and warm blanket and warm boyfriend to comfort him.
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”Soap!” Gaz was the first to reach him, wrapping his arms around Johnny’s still trembling frame, Price merely a beat behind as he crushed the others up in his strong arms.
”You’re alright, son.” Price squeezed the three men before letting go. “Get him home, Simon.”
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”They’ll be here soon,” Simon whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Told them to pick up some sports drinks. Need t’ get some fluid in you. How’s your ‘ead?”
”Fine,” Johnny mumbled. It hurt a bit, but he wasn’t dizzy. Simon kept a close eye on him.
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Like… loves him, loves him. Johnny loves all of the 141, he tells them that regularly, because he has so much in his heart, for all of them. But the biggest piece of his heart has belonged to the Ghost from the moment they met, from the moment they first locked eyes.
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“I love you. I love you, and the only thing that matters is that you’re safe.” Simon breathed against his lips. “That’s all. You’re safe, you’re in my arms, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
”I love you too,” Johnny murmured. “I love you so much. So much.”
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”You came for me,” Johnny murmured, almost disbelieving.
”I always will.” Simon brushed their lips together, soft and sweet before pushing him back into the house, all but dragging him toward the bathroom. “Come on, gonna get you cleaned up.”
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”Of course not,” Simon replied, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Maybe it was.
Each touch was… reverent. Tender, loving, soft… so opposite to the persona Simon donned with his mask as he lovingly dried Johnny off, herding him back to bed.
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”Come on, love. I asked Price and Gaz to pick up some takeaway for us. Just rest. I’ll wake you when they get here.” Simon pulled Johnny’s head to his shoulder, stroking his hair as he leaned them against the pillows. “Just rest.”
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”Almost there, love.” Simon flicked his visor up at a stop sign, turning to glance at Johnny. “You’re gonna be okay.”
Johnny merely whimpered, tightening his hold and not letting go even after they pulled back into the garage, Simon gentling him down as he keened softly.
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He didn’t realize his sobs echoed through the room until Simon pulled him into his lap, cradling him like a mother would her wee bairn. “Shh, shh…” he whispered into Johnny’s hair. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”
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“I love you,” Johnny grins, reaching up to pepper kisses across Simon’s cheeks, dusted with a rosy pink.
And for whatever reason, Simon can’t help the fact that his eyes water. Something so soft, so pure, and all his.
“You do?” He asks, just to check. To make sure.
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”I’m so sorry!” Johnny wailed, over and over, even as Simon rocked the two of them back and forth. Gripping the man’s shirt, clinging to him for dear life, sobbing into his neck and pleading for forgiveness that he didn’t deserve.
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”I’m not angry. Not about the bike, not about the food, not about bringing you home. Understood?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Good lad. The only thing that matters to me is that you are safe and in my arms right now.” Simon held his gaze, stroking tears away with his thumbs.
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“That’s the only thing I care about. You. Only you.”
”But—“
Simon silenced him with a kiss, long and slow and deep, only breaking apart to suck in a lungful of air before they went at it again, teeth grazing lips, tongues darting about each other with practiced ease.
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Tucking him in, before crossing the other side and kicking his shoes off.
”Hold me?” Johnny whimpered, a new stream of tears threatening to fall.
”One moment, love.” Simon leaned over to kiss his head, stroking the scruffy mohawk back. “I’m gonna get you some water.”
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”Don’t care.” His voice was gruff, back to his ‘lieutenant’ tone. “Come on. Get your helmet on, come be my backpack.”
“Yes, sir,” Johnny climbed onto the bike—his bike, he realized—behind Simon’s bulky frame, wrapping his arms around the man’s chest and clinging. “Si?”
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Simon’s never been loved before, not like this. He doesn’t know what to do with it. He doesn’t know how to handle it, but it gets easier. He slowly opens up, like a late-blooming flower, because Johnny is the sunlight shining on his petals. Only for him. Always for him.
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”Can you get it in the back?” Simon asked, rubbing a hand down Johnny’s back again. “Or do you want an extra set of hands?”
”We’ve got it, mate,” Gaz waved him off. “Go, we’ll meet you back on base.”
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Unresisting, as Simon tugged his clothes off, pushing him in the shower as he examined every inch of his sergeant’s skin, hands cool and calloused, yet so loving.
”Are ye mad at me?” Johnny’s voice trembled.
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Johnny let himself be tugged forward, clinging to Simon’s hand like a lifeline. “Come on, love. Brought an extra jacket. Let’s get yours off and toss it in the truck, I’ll get you a new one.”
”I’m bleedin’…” Johnny protested weakly, even as Simon pawed at the fabric.
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Before Johnny could protest, Simon disappeared, leaving the brunette alone with his spiraling thoughts. He’d forgotten dinner, the one thing he meant to get, how could he have been so stupid? Worthless, useless, stupid, weak—
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”Sergeant,” Simon growled, stilling Johnny instantly, pulling back to cradle his cheeks and lean their foreheads together. “Look at me and listen.”
Johnny nodded.
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Johnny went willingly, wiping at the dried tear tracks on his face before Simon followed up with a cool, damp flannel, gentle and loving as he wiped down every exposed inch of skin.
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Johnny tells everyone he loves Simon. Anyone who will listen. It’s bloody annoying at times, but how can you be mad at something so pure? And after they finally talk, they kiss, they define what /this/ is. Boyfriends, lovers, partners in every sense of the word.
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Something something omega
#ghost
/alpha
#soap
but they haven’t quite figured out the whole ‘dating’ bit and are still dancing around each other.
At least until, one by one, Soap’s hoodies, shirts, a blanket… even his manky socks are disappearing…?
#ghostsoap
#soapghost
#ghoap
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I had a
#ghostprice
thought and it’s haunting me.
CW for daddy kink (sfw)/maybe some age regression??
But hear me out. One day, maybe long after the 141’s been formed, when Ghost and Price are in a comfortable routine… Ghost slips and calls Price “Daddy”.
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