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Being married was something that had no place in the military. If you didn't see your partner for months, it seemed inevitable that you would become estranged sooner or later. With every new experience you've made without your partner, the lives you once promised to be together forever begin to separate like oil and water, until, finally, the fire that burned between both souls extinguished.
Soap didn't know if it was naivety or stupidity that made him think it was different for him and that he and his wife could never live without each other again. When he was pulled into the task force, he knew he probably wouldn't see her again for a long time, but he figured it would be ok.
He thought their love would be stronger than time, that their bond would last like the first day, but apparently, he was the only one who thought so.
When he returned home from his mission in Chicago and found his wife in bed with another man, he wasn't sure how to react. He just stood there, in the doorway, his luggage in his hand and his gaze fixed on the two naked bodies lying on the bed in front of him.
His wife's scream came muffled to him. It reminded him of the times when a grenade went off right next to him causing a brief moment of silence amidst all the screams and explosions around him, a moment of peace in the middle of war.
He didn't know what to feel in the minutes that felt so long and yet so short. He didn't know what to say when he saw the surprised face of the man who had just kissed his wife. Maybe it was the fact that he was trained for situations like this, situations that ripped his heart out of his chest and crushed it in front of his eyes because he remained completely calm. Instead of going blind with anger, his mind was very clear and rational.
He wasn't angry with the guy who fucked his wife, after all, there was a good chance that he doesn't even know that he existed. He wasn't angry with his wife because although he should feel deeply hurt, he could find a glimmer of sympathy for her. After all, she never wanted him to go away but wanted him to stay with her. She didn't want to be left alone with no idea if she'd ever see him again, only for him to ignore her. He never asked for her approval so why should she ask for his? Why should she restrain her happiness because of him? He couldn't claim her when he was the one leaving her all alone, going to risk his life not respecting her opinion.
"I'll sleep in a hotel." The sentence instantly silenced the room, which seconds before, had been filled with his wife's loud voice, attempting an explanation.
"Johnny-..." she said and the nickname made him wince.
She wasn't the only person who was allowed to call him that anymore.
"Johnny, what are you doing here all alone?" Ghost flopped down on the couch next to him and looked at the Scot who was reading one of the guidebooks Alejandro had forced upon them.
“Something to pass the time. I've finished the training for today and thought I'd educate myself a bit more”, he said with a grin and nodded to the guidebook in his hand.
His relationship with his lieutenant had taken an interesting turn after all the stress of Las Almas and Shepherd's betrayal and Soap didn't really know where to place it. They grew closer with each mission, spoke to each other in a manner that lacked all professionalism, and spent more time together than anyone else.
Maybe it was sex deprivation, but to Soap it seemed that his lieutenant wanted to be more than mere companionship. There were small moments throughout the day, small touches here or suggestive comments there, but Ghost managed to get his head spinning. As the mission progressed, he found it harder and harder to ignore how tight Ghost's pants hugged his butt, how well-built his body was, and how sexy his voice is after he woke up in the morning.
Soap felt bad when he was catching himself fantasizing about his boss, but he was just too sexually frustrated to keep his mind clean at all times. He hardly ever had privacy or time to withdraw and jerk off, and when it was time to sleep, he was usually too tired to have the strength or inclination to masturbate. Also, his lieutenant didn't make things easy for him either, because everything the Brit does was incredibly hot in a weird and sexy kind of way.
“At least you have something to pass the time with. Compared to a few missions I've been on, this is luxury. I don't know if you've had the privilege of staying in a tent with another person for weeks in a confined space, somewhere deep in the forests of Finland, but I can tell you, it's not always easy," said he and Soap wrinkled their noses.
In fact, he already had some unpleasant experiences with something like that. That was just part of being in the military, there was no such thing as luxury. If you had to go somewhere deep in the jungle, you couldn't expect your safe house to have separate rooms with decent beds. Most of the time you were lucky if the safe house even was a house. The supplies they were given were there to serve a purpose and comfort was rarely if ever a priority.
“Well, our mission was simply to guard our target and report any suspicious activity. You can imagine how boring it was not being able to do anything for weeks but sit and wait, so you can imagine that tension was building up fucking fast. With two men in a confined space with no privacy, it was only a matter of time before one snapped and started to get moody because, after all, you don't really have the luxury to go somewhere private to just jerk off", the Brit continued with the Story and Soap felt his face becoming red.
He hadn't thought the story would take such a turn, but there was a not-too-small part of him that wanted to know how it went on.
"And then? How... how did you... resolve the... the tension?" He looked around a bit paranoid, unsure if Alejandro or someone else might suddenly appear behind them and overhear this not-really PG conversation.
"We fucked." And with those words, Soap was as red as a tomato.
Being this monotonous while saying the dirtiest shit Soap had heard in a long time was almost a talent in itself. How could this man say it so casually, as if he were talking about the weather? Soap found his cock twitching with interest in his pants at the thought that his lieutenant wasn't as devoid of human needs as he always seemed.
"Just like that?" It felt kind of wrong talking to his superior about something like that, but he couldn't stop the words that came out of his mouth.
He had no sex magazines here, no internet, and no way of getting anything to jerk off to, so his horny brain pounced on the first bit of pornographic media it could find, and this would be the dirty story from his lieutenant.
"Well, we were both in a pretty bad mood which eventually led to us fighting one night. I don't even remember what it was about because it was some totally stupid and unimportant thing, but before I knew it I was being pinned against a tree and fucked so hard I didn't even know my own name. We seemed to really need it because after we both came, the tension vanished just like that.” Soap bit his lip and clenched his legs.
Blood flowed south from his head, and he felt himself harden in a matter of seconds. The thought of his lieutenant being nothing more than a willing whore sent a shiver down his spine and he swallowed hard.
Ghost seemed to realize that Soap's mind was somewhere else because he looked down at his crotch and leaned toward him. His dark eyes met Soap's, focused on him, and in his deep voice he almost purred the following words:
“Are you imagining it, Sergeant? How the guy fucks me hard and makes me cum over and over again?” A hand ran down his thigh and Soap started to sweat. "You think you can fuck me the same way?"
It took all of the Scots willpower not to grab Ghost and fuck him right here on the couch in the middle of the lounge. It was an offer that was irresistible, an offer he certainly would have accepted... if he hadn't been married.
"I-I can't..." he breathed and put his hand on Ghost's. "My wife she... I can't..."
Understanding, Ghost nodded and took his hand away, the loss of the warmth leaving an uncomfortable feeling behind. Without a word, he got up and went to his room, still painfully hard.
Now he was sitting in a shabby motel room with only the bare minimum of clothes in his backpack, staring at the stained wall. His wife cheated on him with another man, probably for a long time, and suddenly the illusion he kept alive in his head popped like a bubble.
He never thought his return would end like this and to be honest he didn't know what to do now, either. His wife started a new life without him, with a man who could be there for her when she needed him. He wanted to feel anything, anger, rage... but he didn't even recognize his own apartment. So much has changed, so much has happened while he was gone. Here, at home, life had gone on without him and maybe he needed that slap in the face to finally wake up.
Family life wasn't for the military. He didn't belong here anymore.
His family, friends, and acquaintances were no longer here in Scotland, they were in Task Force 141. He couldn't even cry and be sad that his wife was doing this to him, because he didn't feel anything anymore, didn't feel anything for her. Now, there were other people with whom he shared a deeper bond, with whom he had experienced things beyond some people's understanding and who have become more important to him than anything else.
Ghost was one of them.
He lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. The conversation the two had after Las Almas came back to him and sent a pleasant tingle through his body. Even though the whole situation was awkward then, both men went on with their day as if nothing happened. There wasn't some kind of weird air between them now or a tension that makes him unable to stay close to him. Now, thinking about his lieutenant doesn't feel wrong any longer, because he knows that today would mark the end of his marriage.
It was no longer worth holding on to something that had already broken apart. It was best to let go and look straight ahead, to finally leave his life as a civilian behind and accept that he could never go back.
Another man has now taken his place and so he was no longer needed, no longer a part of what has been his life once, too. This was the end for John MacTavish.
Now, he wasn't twisted between two worlds anymore but could finally go to the place he belongs with all his heart.
"MacTavish, nice to see you again, man!" Gaz came towards him with a grin and Soap smiled at him.
"Wish I could say the same," he said, taking a hit to the upper arm.
The weeks that he was off duty were way too long for his taste. He came together with his ex-wife again and sorted things out, met her new boyfriend, and made peace with the fact that her heart belonged to someone else, now. Surprisingly, this was easier for him than he would have thought because instead of a broken heart, he only felt great relief. No more obligations, no more guilty conscience… he was free again. Perhaps there was a small part inside of him that had known all along that his marriage was nothing more than a shell, so he subconsciously made peace with himself a while ago.
He felt home and safe with his team. Soap knew it wasn't exactly smart to form deeper bonds with men you never knew would make it through the next mission alive or not, but when you're going through hell and back, it was just impossible to not form a closer relationship with all of them.
"Johnny, you're already back again?" Ghost's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked at the taller man who was standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.
He wore gray cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt. It accentuated his upper body in all the right places and Soap couldn't help but let his eyes travel over the handsome man in front of him. He didn't even try to hide his lustful gaze because now, there was no reason for him to hold back.
For weeks he has been waiting to see him again and now nothing would stop him from finally taking him
"Hi, Lt., I hope you're doing well," he said, grinning at his superior, who showed no visible reaction through the mask.
After reuniting with his team, everything else was automatic. He put his things in his room, listened to Price's speech, and went to the training room. Since they had their hands tied until Laswell gave the go-ahead, it was a waiting game again.
Price had assigned each of them to train the new recruits, one at a time, so they would "use their spare time wisely." Soap was quite happy that Gaz was the first victim picked by Price considering that he was absolutely not willing to spend his first day back doing the long-ass introduction that awaits every new recruit on their first day.
So while Gaz was at the training ground teaching all the new men and women the basics, Soap decided to go do some training on his own. Although he'd been to his local gym, it wasn't the same compared to the training here at their base.
So he, armed with a water bottle and a towel, went to the training room to meet none other than Ghost, who was just beating the shit out of the punching bag in front of him like a savage. Soap watched him for a bit, eyeing his muscles that flex under the tight shirt, saw his fists dig into the hard shell of the punching bag, and watched how his strong legs made him jump from left to right as light as a feather before preparing to throw another punch. His mask covered his face, which was probably sweaty and red by now, and did not indicate what the man beneath it looked like.
"What did the punching bag do to ye that ye're beating it up like that?" Soap grinned as Ghost stopped and turned to face him.
"I take it you're as happy as I am that we don't have to do the recruit's orientation, am I right?" Ghost was slightly out of breath and his dark eyes met his.
“Oh, ye are so right. I don't mind trainin' recruits per se, but the introduction is just so bloody annoyin',” he said, putting the bottle on a bench before throwing the towel over his shoulder and walking over to Ghost.
“What a good decision to watch me. Maybe you'll even learn something," said the Brit teasingly, and Soap just grinned.
"I'm just enjoyin' the view," he said, inwardly cursing the mask for blocking his view of Ghost's beautiful face.
After everything that had happened recently, he was too pent up for him to hold down any longer.
Ghost's face burned, but not just from the training he's been doing for an hour now.
Ever since Soap got back, something seemed different about him. His demeanor towards Ghost was much... more offensive. He no longer held back or looked away when Ghost caught him staring, quite the opposite. Soap seemed to have a fire in his eyes that wasn't there before and he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on.
Years of training have specialized him in recognizing when a situation seemed to be changing, when the atmosphere suddenly became threatening or suspicious. It had often saved his life reading the body language of those around him and now he felt like this ability was coming to good use.
Soap's entire body language, his eyes, and the way he talked resembled a predator on the prowl. Slow, calculated movements made Ghost's hair stand on end and an exciting tingling spread in his stomach. He resisted the urge to follow Soap with his eyes and turn to see what he was doing. He couldn't see him but felt his presence behind him.
"Imma bit rusty, to be honest, Lt. I hope ye can help me with tha' ”, the voice suddenly came directly from behind him and Ghost's entire body tensed on instinct.
What the hell was wrong with Soap? He made Ghost feel like injured prey ready for the hunter to take down at any moment, and it electrified every fiber in the lieutenant's body. Hardly anyone has managed to make him feel like this. For someone like him with years of military experience, it was hard to be really intimidated by anything. He has survived torture and inhuman living conditions, a simple man could not bring him to his knees.
But Soap wasn't a simple man.
"Then watch and learn," he said, turning his head to look directly into Soap's eyes, which immediately sent a shiver down his spine.
Soap was so close, just an arm's length between his body and Ghost's. What would he do if Soap just grabbed his waist and grabbed him tight with his big hands? Probably nothing. Would he just fuck him here on the floor, out in the open for anyone who ventured into the gym to see? The thought of it made his dick twitch in interest, but nothing happened
"Ok, show me how the pro does it", Soap whispered in his ear and walked to the side before grinning at Ghost.
This dirty, little-, he thought but didn't let his frustration show and started to continue with his training. He tried to ignore Soap's gaze, which was all over his body, but that became quite a challenge after a while. It seemed to him that the sergeant knew exactly what he was doing, and the uncertainty of what was going on in the Scot's head made him unfocused.
"Your hands...", Soap suddenly said and Ghost looked at him questioningly, not knowing what he meant.
The sergeant walked up to him and stood behind him. He was snuggled so close against him that Soap's chest pressed against his back and his crotch against Ghost's ass. Soap slowly put his hands around Ghost's and moved them into a new position
"If ye hold yer hands at this angle, ye can hit faster and more precisely", Soap whispered in his ear and Ghost's mouth suddenly went bone dry.
He didn't even hear the words his sergeant said because all he could focus on was the dent in Soap's pants pressing between his ass cheeks and the hot breath making his body burn. He pressed his butt against Soap's crotch, who gasped into his ear and freed his hands from Ghost's to grab his waist.
"Shit, what's the matter with you, Soap?" The Scot began rubbing his crotch against the taller's butt and Ghost dropped his head onto his shoulder.
"Things 'ave changed, Lt. Only ye're the same whore as before”, he snarled and Ghost whimpered at the words, his cock half hard now.
Suddenly Soap moved away from him and confused, the lieutenant wanted to ask what's going on when he was already dragged away by his arm, following his sergeant. It wasn't long before both men crashed into Soap's freshly made room, sloppily kissing. Ghost had pulled his mask over his nose and wrapped his arms around Soap's neck, who had his hands on the taller man's hips, rubbing his crotch against Ghost's.
Neither of them really wanted or had the patience to start long foreplay and so both men fell on the bed a little later only in their underwear, their bodies tightly embraced. Every touch left a heat that seemed to burn deep into the skin tingling like thousands of ants were crawling over the spot.
"I want ye so bad, Si", Soap breathed after breaking away from their messy kiss.
"Then take me", Ghost whispered to him and their mouths met again.
It was as if they were two magnets, attracted so strongly that separation was almost impossible. Ghost wanted Soap, he wanted to feel it so badly, his kisses, his touch...everything! It all felt so surreal and for a brief moment, Ghost was afraid that it could all just be a dream, wishful thinking of what would never happen.
It wouldn't be the first time something like this happened. There were times when he woke up, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, an obvious tent in his boxers. Dreams that were far too realistic kept playing games with him, letting him taste the forbidden fruit that seemed unattainable.
"I'm gonna fuck ye so hard Lt. I've wanted this since the day ye told me 'bout your mission”, Soap growled and Ghost let a whimper slip from his lips.
"Where did the change of heart come from?" Ghost didn't know if he made a big fuck up with this question, but his brain was already so foggy that he didn't really care.
“My ex-wife, who I turned ye down for last time, has a new boyfriend. Over the past few weeks I've found out that a new guy has filled my place in her life and I really wish I felt anythin'", he whispered while kissing Ghost's neck. "But all I could think 'bout was that, now, I can finally hold ye."
Ghost shuddered at the words and looked into Soap's eyes, which were staring at him lustfully. He was so incredibly aroused that he felt like he was about to burst. Pulling his balaclava from his face, he saw Soap's eyes scanning over every millimeter the fabric exposed.
"So revealin' today..." Soap's voice was rough and deep, you could clearly hear the lust in it and Ghost grinned while he pulled him close.
"I want you to see the pleasure written all over my face as you fuck me, Sergeant," he whispered, and the words made the Scot curse.
The man pounced on Ghost, ripping off his underpants and covering his body with kisses and bites that he knew would never be seen by anyone but himself. Ghost felt like he was being mauled by a wild animal and shit, that turned him on so hard.
"Ah, fuck yeah~" he moaned as Soap pressed his knee against his hard cock.
He spread his legs wider, invited Soap in, and pressed himself against him as best he could. He knew it was wrong to think that way, but he thanked Soap's ex for cheating on him. The thought of never seeing his sergeant like this was unthinkable for him.
"Ye're so beautiful, Simon... if ye only knew how long ye've been making ma head spin," Soap growled, biting his lieutenant's neck, who cocked his head to the side to give him more room. "You drove me crazy with yer tight pants that showed off yer ass so well, almost like you wanted me to rail you."
Ghost arched his back as Soap's hand grabbed his cock and began massaging it. He blushed at the Scot's words because they weren't all that wrong. Of course, Ghost couldn't help the way his pants were cut or that he was well-gifted, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't stick his ass out in Soap's presence. Too embarrassed to admit it, he just bit his lower lip and rubbed against Soap's leg, which was still between his.
"Unbelievable. Ghost, Lieutenant of the 141 and one of the most feared soldiers the world has ever seen, is nothing more than a greedy slut." The way Soap said those words made Ghost's whole body tremble.
"Fuck, Johnny~", he moaned and looked at him with half-closed eyes.
"Say it, Simon. Say you're nothing more than a cheap slut, a hole whose only purpose is to keep my cum in", Soap spit and forced a whimper out of Ghost's mouth.
“I-I'm a greedy s-slut. I'm nothing but a-a hole for you to cum in,” he said, his pupils wide and his gaze submissive.
Soap licked his lips before almost jumping to the bedside table and yanking open the drawer to pull out a bottle of lube. When Soap finally looked at Ghost, he paused, his eyes widening and his mouth hanging open as he is presented with what he thought was heaven.
Soap didn't know what he did to deserve this sight, but he must have been a damned Samaritan in his previous life because otherwise, he couldn't explain how he could have the privilege of being allowed to see this picture.
Ghost was lying on his back, his legs spread wide and his hard cock dripping precum onto his toned stomach. The Brit looked Soap straight in the eyes while he had three of his fingers in his mouth, sucking them like it was the tastiest candy he'd ever tasted.
Soap swallowed hard as his lieutenant ran his tongue over his saliva-covered fingers before removing them from his mouth and slowly, almost agonizingly, lowering them until they reached his hole. The whole time he kept eye contact with the Scot, who felt like he was about to faint since so much blood was traveling from the brain to areas more southern.
He watched as Ghost's fingers slowly rubbed and massaged his entrance before his middle finger disappeared deep into the man's hot insides. All Soap could do was stare spellbound at the finger, which began to move in and out rhythmically. His own erection was forgotten, all he could think about was Ghost's fingers that slowly, one by one, penetrated the taller man's tight hole, stretching him.
"Are you just going to watch, Sergeant? I thought you wanted this for quite some time now", Ghost suddenly whispered, waking the man out of his trance.
Within seconds he was between his superior's strong legs and looking down at the fingers still inside him. The sight made his mouth water and when Ghost pulled his fingers out, he probably didn't expect Soap to grab his waist and pull him up with one move so that his ass was near his face.
"Soap, what the- AAHH!" The man's words were cut short just as Soap started eating him out him like a maniac.
Soap's original plan of fucking the Lieutenant until he lost his mind was scrapped the moment he got a glimpse of the willing hole he wanted nothing more than bury inside of. The insatiable desire to get his tongue in there outweighed everything else and so he ate Ghost out until the lieutenant was nothing more than a moaning mess.
When he finally let go of the taller man after what felt like an eternity, the brit only looked at him with half-closed and wet eyes. Tears made their way down his cheeks and cum was all over his torso.
"You're a monster," he croaked, his voice hoarse from the screams Soap had squeezed out of him.
The Scot just grinned and opened the tube of lube before putting a generous amount onto his cock. As he tried to climb over Ghost, a hand on his chest stopped him. For a brief moment, Soap was confused, but that quickly dissipated when the tall man beneath him turned around on his stomach. He crossed his arms and rested his head on them before looking at Soap.
"I can hardly feel my legs anymore because of your little stunt, so let's do this my way", he said, panting, still out of breath, and Soap grinned widely before sliding his cock into his lieutenant's well-stretched hole.
The sound that came out of Ghost's mouth was almost heavenly. Soap threw back his head and grabbed the other's hips to keep himself from coming immediately. It was so tight and hot that he wondered if Ghost was really stretched properly, but he could tell from the Brit's utterly devastated face that he seemed to be.
He slowly began thrusting into the tight warmth, quickly finding the confidence to go faster and harder, fucking his superior into the mattress with brute force. The bed creaked under the weight of the two men and Soap's violent thrusts and before he knew it he hit Ghost's prostate, which he noticed when the man let out a scream that could probably be heard throughout the whole base. Ghost grabbed the sheets so hard that Soap thought they would tear for a moment, but nothing happened.
The longer he fucked his lieutenant, the more blissed out he looked.
His tongue hung out of his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and tears ran down his cheeks. With each thrust, he let out little "ah"s and "hm"s, which drove Soap crazy and slowly he realized how he too was approaching the edge.
"J-johnny!" Soap didn't expect how destroyed his name would sound from the Brit's mouth, catching him off guard.
He thrust hard into Ghost's hole once more before coming so hard that his vision went white for a moment. It was by far the most intense orgasm he had ever felt and it took him a while to realize where he was.
As he pulled himself out of Ghost, he looked into the face of the thoroughly fucked man who was staring at him with watery eyes. Suddenly he remembered that Ghost hadn't come yet and so he turned him over to jerk him off, but the lieutenant's cock was limp.
"What-...?"
"Twice," the taller one croaked and Soap looked at him wide-eyed. “You made me cum twice, you animal. I don't think I can do anything for the next week, not after cumming three bloody times."
Soap stared at him in surprise. He'd made him cum twice on his cock and once with his tongue, and now his lieutenant was nothing more than a boneless puddle in front of him.
"Did I overdo it?" Soap was a bit concerned that it had been too much for the man, but he just grinned.
"Are you kidding? I've never been fucked better in my life,” he gasped and closed his eyes. "I can't even feel my legs anymore."
Soap started grinning again and went in search of a washcloth to clean them. He would make sure that Simon will be taken good care of because, after all, it was he who had made him like that.
"Did I do better than that guy on your mission in Finland?" At Soap's words, Ghost gave him a slightly irritated look before laughing harshly and nodding.