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Adorján was itching for some action.
Action that the boring, every day life on base didn’t provide. The occasional accidents that needed medical attention was at an all time low, and most of them were just excuses for a trip the med bay to see Ad and talk to him. So he was thinking, for days, as to how he was gonna have some adrenaline-pumping situation all to himself, when it clicked. Maybe a recon mission will shake the rust off him. But how is he gonna get on the field? The last time was ages ago, but maybe the Captain would know. He’s the captain, he must have something for him.
So he did just that. He locked up his little space they call the med bay, and headed to Price’s office, and when he got there, he knocked, politely waiting for an invite.
“Come in!” When Ad stepped into the office, he could see Price was clearly busy with paperwork, almost drowning in it. Paper was everywhere – on the table, on another surface, next to the desk on the floor, several pages scattered around, and everywhere in between.
“Captain, should I come later?” Price waved his hand dissmissively.
“No, perfect timing. Was wanting a break from all this mess.” He smiled. “What can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if you had any recons needed to be done?” Ad stepped closer to Price’s desk, hands at his back.
“Hmm…” He looked around his table, rummaging a little in the organized mess. “Wait, I have one. If I could find it.” He added the last part like a whisper, maybe self-soothing. It didn’t seem to help. Ad was somewhat grateful that he didn’t mention him wanting to go on a mission, didn’t need any kind of teasing. He was self-conscious already about this whole thing.
“There it is!” He pulled a singular paper out of a stack, and cleared his throat. “So, there’s been reports of an Al-Qatala base near where the last was, and I need a scanning and/or sweeping.” He looked up from the paper, straight at Ad. “I would like it to be as quiet as possible.” He only nodded as new intel came up, indicating he’s following the conversation.
“And do you think I’m up for the task?”
“Would I’ve told you all this if not?” Price asked with a grin, catching Ad off-guard a bit.
“Thank you, Sir.” He couldn’t help but be flattered, smiling at his words.
“Now, I do think you’re capable, but I don’t wanna take risks.” He stood from his chair. “I wanna send someone with you, just as a guarantee. One man is no man.” He walked around his desk, leaning into it, arms crossed.
“And who do you have in mind?”
“You’ll see.” Ad was starting to get a little worried at the amused tone Price got on himself. First mission in a while and his partner is anonymous? Oufh… Ad almost couldn’t keep up as Price strode out of his office, path crystal clear in his mind.
“I’ll check back with you when I’ve arranged everything.” Price urged him out of his office with a gentle hand on his back, leaving himself.
“Thank you, Captain.” Ad waved a goodbye as he was watching Price disappear around a corner, only then daring letting out a disturbed sigh.
And while he trusted Price a whole lot, he couldn’t help the anxiety rising in his chest, gnawing him more and more with every passing minute. He paced around his room, thinking. What was he gonna do if he got a douche as a partner? He won’t be able to live down the shame of fucking up a mission, when he was the one asking for one. But his train of horrified thoughts were put to an end as a knock and a yell startled Ad.
“Buttons? The Captain’s calling for you.”
“Thanks, I’ll be right there!” And with that, feeling like he signed his own death sentence, he headed to the briefing site and when he got there, he almost couldn’t believe his eyes. He wasn’t calmed by the sight of his parter, maybe the opposite. Next to the captain, it was the Ghost himself, in all his terrifying glory, standing upright.
“Sergeant.” His voice boomed around the small room, and nodded briefly, while Ad was trying not to back down immediately.
“Liutenant, good to see you.”Ad reached out a hand, which was accepted as a firm, but not overpowering handshake. “I’m guessing we’re working together?” Ghost only nodded accompanied by an affirming sound.
“Okay boys, I guess you don’t need an introduction, and no more info. We need intel, and you’re going out there to get some.” Price placed a hand of both of the soldiers’ shoulders. One placed significantly higher than the other. „Take-off in 30.”
“Roger.” Ghost added, no emotion in his voice.
Ad couldn’t shake off the feeling of fright, but he needed to manage if he wanted a successful outing. He guesses the adrenaline he was wishing for came earlier than expected. “Got it.” He finally answered, and the two were off, flying to destination.
“Ghost, Buttons, do you both copy?” Price radio’d as soon as they were out of the helo’s sight.
Ad and Ghost both looked at each other, and Ghost’s hand flew easily to his radio. “Affirm, we both copy.”
“Good. Remember, you’re on your own. Don’t mess up, but check in whenever.” With a crackle of the comms, Price was out for a while.
“Copy.” Ghost replied.
Ad was feeling still right on edge. The helo ride was dead silent, not counting the whirring of engine and the rotor. He only had his hands to fidget with, while the Liutenant sat with closed eyes and crossed arms. He couldn’t even fathom what was Ghost thinking behind his mask, the overhead light making his sockets pitch black.
“Okay, Sergeant, let’s get moving.” This time Ghost was talking to him and only him, snapping him out of his head. It made him even more nervous.
“Copy, Liutenant.”
“Call me Ghost. Don’t be so formal.” He bumped Ad’s shoulder playfully, trying to lighten the tension between them.
“Okay. Copy, Ghost.” It did help, a lot, actually. They started chatting, mostly about how to do a recon mission, since Ad was really lost on the subject. Ghost was mentoring him calmly and patiently, answering his questions thoroughly, anxiety melting off Ad slowly but surely. He was glad it wasn’t all awkward between them. They were making their way steadily to the compound, talking all the way.
“You shoot good.” He remarked, making Ad beam with joy, enjoying the compliment. “Guess a doc’s steady hands make a good sniper.”
“Maybe.” Ad chuckled.
Ghost really didn’t mind the slow pace of the mission. He liked being on the field, being the center of action, but he enjoyed the occasional peaceful recons. Ad was really less of a trouble than he thought of himself, he shot accurately, followed instructions well, and wasn’t hot headed to the point of being reckless. Unlike other individuals.
“We should get our hands a lil’ dirty.” Ghost stood up swiftly from where he was proned, putting his binoculars away.
“What do you mean?”
“We can’t see anyone from here. Let’s get closer.” He didn’t wait for a response, and started walking towards the compound. Ad was scrambling to get up from the ground fast enough.
When they got close, they could hear talking from the building they were heading along the side of, so they sneaked about. They found their way into an alley with wood cover on a sewer line. What they didn’t expect is the planks they stepped on were just as stable as Ad’s mental condition from before, and they fell to the narrow passage with a muffled thud. Dark and damp, Ghost landed on his back, and Ad on top of him, and Ad didn’t know how much time has passed while he was out, but Ghost woke up later. His head was killing him, but other than that, Ghost got the most of the damage. Fortunately they weren’t found while they were unconscious.
“Ghost, you awake?” He shook him by his shoulders.
“Yeah, I’ll manage.” Ghost managed, trying to collect his thoughts. He didn’t feel like he would manage at all, but what could he say.
He tried stretching his legs, clearly laying very uncomfortable, his back aching, and he may have a concussion, feeling as his thoughts are not his own, but rather a primitive side of him. It had been a while since someone was this close to Ghost. Ad’s weight heavy but just right on him, his mind hazy from his sopor, and all he could think about is not about the mission at all.
“Ghost, I have to ask…” Ghost quirked an eyebrow, which is hidden by his mask, mind you, and looked at Ad a little more composed, a little more present tot he conversation. “Are you hard because I’m on top of you?”
He blinked, needing a moment to understand the words coming out of his Sergeant’s mouth. “What kind of fuckin’ question is that?” Ghost’s mind was quickly back in its place as the baffling question left Ad, who couldn’t help but to feel ashamed by asking this.
“Look, if your spine is injured, it can result in an erection, and you landed flat on your back.” He desperately wanted to look away from Ghost’s eyes, finally seeing them clearly, feeling naked from his gaze. “I just wanna know if I have to leave you here until I can get help, or you’re just…” He doesn’t even know how to finish the sentence, so he left it there. Ghost can figure it out.
And after a few moments of silence, which felt like ages for the both of them, Ghost finally spoke, averting the offended stare he had. “…It’s you.”
“Oh, thank god.” He responded almost immediately with a sigh of relief when the words left Ghost’s mouth, startling him a little.
“You’re too loud…!” He was now wide awake and aware, slapping a gloved hand on Ad’s mouth, now startling him. “We climb out of this shit, and continue, yeah?” Ad nodded vigorously, a palm still on him. He was grateful for his mask in situations like this.
And that’s what they did. They stayed focused during the whole recon, got the job done, and radio’d to Price for exfil. “Sorry boys, exfil is at least a day, there’s a storm brewing in the area.” The Captain’s voice quickly shot down the mood and Ad sighed, disappointed, while Ghost continued the exchange. “Find shelter, it’s going down soon. Out.”
“You heard the Captain. It’s pouring soon.” Ghost said, already on his way.
“Yeah, let’s find some place to stay dry.” They came across a little shack that had mostly intact roofing, and decided that this is the accomodation for a little while. It was in a nearby forest, one hour from the enemy, seemingly abandoned. Abandoned, but not ramshacked. It has all the windows intact, a door that closed, and that was all they needed and more.
“Ghost?” Ad spoke carefully, like talking to a feral, skittish animal, fearing from it running away at the slightest noise.
“Yeah?” He didn’t bother looking back, instead checking out their enviroment
“Do you think we need to keep watch?”
“No, they probably don’t know we’re here.” He started unbuckling his vest, taking off his equipment. “You should gear down too.” Ad followed Ghost’s words like orders.
“Can I take a look at your back before we get too comfy?” The urge to backhandedly ask a rude ‘why’ is there, but he doesn’t, quickly reminded by the pain that he was injured. Ad’s a doctor, for fuck’s sake, of course he’s gonna want to examine him. He shouldn’t be self-conscious over his own thoughts. He’s been too on edge.
“Sure.” And with a swift motion, he rips off his shirt. Ad stepped closer to him, running a gentle hand across his back, when realizing that he’s too short for a proper check up.
“Can you sit down for me?” And he does as he’s asked, sitting cross-legged on the dry wood floor. Ad thanks him, barely audible. „I’m gonna push here and there, and I need you to tell me if it hurts bad, okay?” His hand on Ghost’s shoulder was warm, almost hot, and he was living for it. „Like, if it hurts an abnormal amount. Y’know.”
„Yeah, will do.” Ad did as he promised, and pushed some spots on Ghost’s back with his thumbs, at the edge of his spine, at his shoulder blades, at his neck, but all he heard from Ghost was satisfied, low groans, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to hear all that.
„I’m gonna touch you under your mask, don’t be alarmed.” He snaked his way up to his hairline, softly, carefully. „I’m not gonna do anything else.” He almost couldn’t hear Ad say that, and Ghost grunted a response, to let him know he understands. While he is nervous about someone unfamiliar touching him this intimately, he also couldn’t shake off the drowsiness that threatened to overwhelm him. „All done.” Just when he was starting to get too comfortable, Ad quickly removed his hands from him. He internally cringed at the feeling of disappointment.
Ad was observing closely. The way Ghost’s breathing was elevated meant that he was, indeed, nervous, and Ad couldn’t blame him, but when he started his administration on him, he quickly became more and more relaxed, and at some point he thought he fell asleep right then and there. It was kind of cute, actually. His back was almost the exact opposite. Wide, muscular, littered with memories of being shot and sliced. It was distracting. Ghost is a very attractive man, and Ad had to pay attention to avoid his hands getting… handsier.
„No issues, right?” Ghost shook his head as a response. „I didn’t find any, so that means we get to keep you a bit longer.” Ad said with a smile, patted his shoulders playfully, and stepped away. He tried making himself busy, tidying up his gear a bit, since it was scattered into a pile on the ground, but the grunt from Ghost, who quickly stood up, distracted him for a brief moment. This moment was a tad longer than he would’ve liked, and he practically gawked up at Ghost’s naked torso, which was just as his back. Tight with muscles and just a bit of pudge framing them, scars just as many. He felt his mouth open a little, jaw dropping.
Ad’s downfall is that his face is very expressive. It usually creates many, very funny situations, for example, when a private is scolded by someone from an upper rank. They stay in silence, listening to how creatively can a sergeant belittle and roast his subordinate, and while the youngsters look around, watching each other, they usually stumble upon Ad, who is making funny faces as reactions, making them almost laugh out loud. And Ad knows this. He usually does this on purpose, but when a joke is played too much, it’s not a joke anymore. That’s why his eyes widen comically at the sight of his Liutenant’s pecs. There wouldn’t even be a problem with this, but during that miniscule amount of time, their eyes meet, and Ghost quickly understands everything. Ad wasn’t slick enough.
„See somethin’ you like, Sergeant?” Ghost asks, voice low with amusement.
„I am so sorry, Sir.” Ad crouches and buries his face into his knees in shame, but quickly snaps his head up when he hears footsteps coming closer to him. „Wait…! Ghost, I- I didn’t mean to-!” Ad fell back on his butt, scurrying backwards as Ghost approached him.
„You didn’t?” He couldn’t see his eyes, the light coming from behind his back, overshadowing him. „I thought it was on purpose.” He knelt in front of Ad, his arms closing him into the corner of the room Ad successfully crawled back into. „And what happened to ’Sir’?” Ad had his hands up in front of him, shaking, very much afraid to the core.
„Please tell the Captain I got K.I.A.-d in a honorable way…” He got startled by the way Ghost exhaled sharply on his nose, indicating he found it funny.
„What have I done to make you this scared of me?” Ad finally loosened upon hearing a smile in Ghost’s voice.
„Your reputation exceeds you, Sir.”
„D’you mean ’precedes’?” Ad just nodded.
„Finally, someone who gets me.” He loosened up so much so, that now he’s cracking jokes. Ghost can physically see the tension evaporate out of him, but he was feeling extra mean today.
„You are too easy to understand, ri-” Ghost cut himself off when he went to grab his ankles to pull him closer, heard a buckle click, and Ad’s shin was left in his hand. He looked bewildered, eyes wide behind his mask, clearly visible even with the lack of light. „What did I do.” He asked monotonely, probably too shocked to even emphasise his sentence normally.
„You… You took my leg off.” Ad stated, just as surprised. Ghost was quick to catch though, put two and two together after the initial wave of being caught off-guard subsided.
„Prosthetic?” He observed the leg in his hand, rotating it a little.
„Yeah.” He reached a hand, asking for his leg without words, and Ghost gave it back to him without any remark. Ad set it beside him, scrunching up his pants leg. „You carry on, Liutenant. What were you trying to do? Sweep off my feet?” Now Ad was smug. He had a basic idea of what Ghost was trying to do, but now that there were no fear in him of his superior, he was getting more and more comfortable being his usual self. Cocky, even.
„You’re one cheeky bastard, aren’t you?” He grabbed his ankle and his stump, and once again tried pulling him close, this time successfully, the sheer size and strength difference between them certainly helping.
„Maybe, maybe not. Wanna test that, Sir?” Ad had a lopsided grin plastered all over his face, not going away any time soon, unless Ghost makes it.
„Maybe I will.” With a swift motion, he pulled Ad’s shirt, revealing lean muscles on smooth skin.
Ghost felt like he was going feral, slowly but surely. The Sergeant’s legs didn’t help it, the way they were curling around his waist, pulling him even closer. The way he could see the outline of an erection in Ad’s pants, him splayed out under him, looking at him and only him with his pretty brown eyes. The setting sun shining pretty amber lights onto his face, his features on the finest display. Ghost didn’t even realize he was staring, but Ad did. He did, sure, but he was basking in the attention the Liutenant was giving him, not daring to say a word, fearing of him stopping. Not saying a word, but reaching his hands to touch Ghost’s torso carefully. He shivered, goosebumps all over his skin, and slightly jerked away.
„Ticklish?” Ad glanced up into Ghost’s eyes.
„Not used to it.” He replied bluntly.
„Tell me when to stop.” Ad pressed a firmer hand to Ghost’s sides, swiping soothing thumbs on his ribcage.
„You should worry about yourself, Buttons, yeah?” He slammed his palms against the hard wood floor, just next to the sides of Ad’s head, shifting his weight into them, startling him.
„I’ll keep it in mind, Sir.” Ghost felt hands crawling up their way on his shoulders and neck. „Show me something to make me worried then.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, unbuckling Ad’s belt and pulling his pants leg down his stump, and leaving the other on him. The sounds he was making resembled a yelp, surprised by the way his hard dick slapping back onto him. The liutenant immediately went to tease his rim, impatient, and when he met with little to no resistence, he glanced up slowly into Ad’s eyes without moving his head.
„…I did it this morning.” He answered the unsaid question, embarassed.
„Then we can cut right to you getting worried.”
„Yea- ah!?” Ad interrupted himself with a soft moan, feeling Ghost’s two digits entering him, almost immediately fucking him with them, leftover lube slicking them up. „Oh fuck…!” The way Ghost used his hands felt divine, like nothing could compare to it, and Ad voiced his feelings so loud he thought the Liutenant will shut him up like he did recently, but it never came. He let him, and even encouraged him with how his fingers were moving in and out, making obscene noises along the way.
„A fucking slag you are, so loose for me. Almost ready for my cock, huh?” He added a third, Ad clenching around them.
„Please, Sir, give it to me already…!”
If Ad had a little more composure, he would’ve seen the way Ghost’s erection twitches constantly in his briefs, but he’s so drunk on his fingers that he has a hard time even keeping his eyes open, let alone focus on something. The stretch diabolical, even with him somewhat already prepared, and he can’t even imagine the monster bulging at Ghost’s pants.
„Do you think you deserve me?” He curled his fingers as punctuation, drawing a loud wail out of him as he brushed along him prostate.
„Yes! Please, I’m asking so nicely!”
„That you do indeed.” Ghost removed his fingers and wiped it on his pants leg, unbuckling his own belt and sliding his pants and underwear just enough that his dick could be freed, hanging heavily, making Ad’s mouth water at the sight and his hole clenching on thin air. It wasn’t unnoticed by Ghost. He grabbed himself at the base, and slapped himself on Ad’s taint, rubbing his tip on him, his rim catching it every time he rubs there. Teasing.
„You probably didn’t bring a condom with you, huh?” Ghost asked, not stopping riling up the Sergeant.
„We’re both clean…?” Ad asked back dazedly, not really understanding the need to use one. Ghost wanted to retort a ’how’d you know’ when he quickly reminded himself that he is the one doing the screening every year. He just grunted an affirmation.
„Then I’m gonna fuck your tight little cunt raw, yeah?”
„Mhmm…!” He couldn’t answer properly as a clean thumb was shoved into his mouth, pushing down onto his tongue, tracing around his teeth and pulling on his lips, and when he had enough, he swiped his wet finger on Ad’s cheek.
„Fill you with so much cum it’s gonna drip out of you everytime you move.” He continued, Ad keening and breathing heavily.
He tried to pull Ghost down by his neck, but he wouldn’t budge. He cried out, pleading, and he obliges. He leaned into the meeting of Ad’s neck and shoulder, sinking himself into him slowly. He could hear him speaking nonsense, probably his native language, which he doesn’t understand, but he obviously notes that it’s not in a negative context. Half way in, and he already fucked the english language out of him.
And Ad did just that. He pleaded, he swore, he cried and moaned and gripped Ghost so tight with all of his limbs that he almost couldn’t move. Almost couldn’t fuck his ass properly, almost couldn’t hear his balls slapping against him with every thrust. Almost. He was reveling in the way he clawed at his back, how warm he was, how intimate it was, despite the fact that they were fucking god-knows-where in a run-down shack. He didn’t mind though. How could he, when his ears were filled with sweeter than sweet sounds he was the cause of, and how his hole was clinging to him so tight.
And what he didn’t notice were the deep groans and small moans from himself. Ad watched him with adoration, looking straight into his eyes, like he hung the stars. When Ghost became loud enough to notice himself, Ad became quiter. Listening. When Ad thought he hadn’t hear enough yet, one hand slithered down onto a pec, brushing a thumb on and around a nipple, making Ghost louder, his hips stutter, his pace becoming erratic.
„Come on Ghost, let me hear you properly.” Ad whispered into his ear, making him shiver, collecting himself enough to say it in one try, no stutter.
„Have you forgotten who you’re talkin’ to, Sergeant?” Ghost didn’t even have to try, his tone calm and collected as always, if not for the heavy breathing.
„Cut the crap.” He snaked another hand up to reach under his balaclava, gripping gently on his nape authoritatively, fingers brushing along his hairline. „If I can’t have a kiss- ah…! You don’t get to suppress your voice…”
„How greedy.” Ghost, instead of answering, picked up his already brutal pace, rocking his hips into the Sergeant’s in an insane speed. Like his partner asked, he didn’t dare hold back the noises spilling from his lips, massaging Ad’s hips absentmindedly where he held him. He wasn’t bent down anymore, instead using his upright position to fuck into him harder, and he really felt like his orgasm is near, too close. He didn’t feel like coming before Ad, not giving him any advantage of teasing material, so he put a big hand on his dick, stopping it from bobbing, and jerked him fast, making him come almost instantly with a low moan. His hand felt too sticky too quickly, but Ad didn’t mind the mess on his stomach and chest, not even on his chin.
Ghost still didn’t understand most of Ad’s words, him saying the same stuff as before, and maybe more, gasping and moaning, gripping Ghost’s shoulders. His eyes rolled back into his skull, mouth agape. He looked so pretty, sounded so hot, his insides milking his cock so tastily, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
„Can I…?” He asked urgently, interrupting himself with an animalistic growl, and Ad just nodded furiously, whispering ’yeah’s and ’please’s, out of breath. So he thrusted his hips one last time to the hilt and let his orgasm overtake his mind and body, filling Ad to the brim, rocking his hips slightly, riding it out. He felt so good, like he rarely does, post nut clarity not yet setting in, when he catches Ad looking at him with so much adoration. Where does all that come from, he has no clue. Maybe it’s because he was too distracted to stifle the sound escaping him earlier, but he can’t be bothered right now. He slouches against Ad, his legs still holding him close, and he makes space for Ghost to lean his head into the crook of his neck, hugging him, thankfully the sticky mess avoiding him.
Ghost was wondering at why he lowered all his barriers for the Sergeant, why he’s being so vulnerable right now. He could hurt him so bad, stabbing him in his ribs, choking him with a well executed hold, hell, even hurting his dick as he’d please. But it never came. All that was happening was the gentle hold of him, the poking and prodding of a cowlick at the base of his hairline on his neck, under his balaclava. Oh yeah, he could pull it off in one clean motion, making fun of him for how his face is botched from his tortures he had to endure. Maybe make more scars. Taking his mask off he made sure was untouchable. But Ad never did any of that. His fingers stayed there, playing with his hair, the other hand rubbing circles on his bicep.
„Can you match my breathing, Ghost?” He didn’t even realized he was so close to having an anxiety attack until he hadn’t spoken. He felt a little patrionized, but brushed it off when he unconsiously started paying attention to how steady Ad’s breathing was. He listened to him. Listened to his instructions to breathe in his nose and breathe out his mouth, the quiet ’that’s it’s and praises. His impending doom was swiftly avoided. A live bomb defused. It still simmered deep within his chest, but he could ignore that for now.
„Let’s get dressed.” Ghost emerged from on top of Ad quickly with a sharp exhale, pulling his now soft dick out, stopping for a moment to glance at his used, puffy hole, seeing himself leak out of him. Breathtaking, he thinks. He also thought about how… odd it is that he caught on almost instantly that he’s got stuck in his own head. He guesses it’s an occupational hazard. He appreciated it, but couldn’t find a way to let him know.
„Hmm… Yeah.” Ad slowly got up on his knees, pulling his underwear back on himself along with his pants, not caring about the mess in them, which makes Ghost raise an eyebrow at him. He decides not to ask. „Should we make something to sleep on?”
„Yeah, I’m gonna do it, you go and clean yourself up.” Ghost put himself away and made his way to find his discarded shirt from god knows where.
„Yessir.” He put his leg back on, and proceeded to pull out a first aid kit, which conveniently had some wipes. Sure, it was disinfectant, but it got the job done. „Do you need a wipe?” He got a small and distracted to as an answer.
When Ghost finally found that damn tee, he made his way to his vest to radio to Price. „Price, do you copy?” A little bit of silence, and the comms emits the Captain’s distorted voice.
„Loud and clear.” Price’s voice boomed suddenly in the silent room, making Ad jump, Ghost quickly turning the button on the radio to turn the volume down.
„When’s the helo inbound?”
„Tomorrow, 6000.”
„Affirm. Ghost out.” He put down the radio, and made his way to make something they could sleep on tonight. It was almost pitch dark. He could hear a faint ’good night, boys’, and Ad answering the same to Price on his own radio.
„Do you usually use your names during these?”
„No, this is off the records. Private channel and all.” Ghost put the bed(?)’s location in front of the unlit fireplace. They wouldn’t lit it, it could give away their location, but it was the most logical place to find some sleep.
„Oh. Okay.” And Ad decided not to ask any more questions.
„Come to bed. We have a flight to catch tomorrow.”
Ghost made the bed in a way so they can’t not touch. Intentional or not, Ad will never know, he made his way to Ghost, already laying on his back, leg spread and hands folded behing his neck, slightly covered with his cape, which is apparently… a poncho? Wow, the more you know. He removed the skull mask part, only in his balaclava, and motioned with his head for Ad to make himself comfortable. So Ad sat down to what little space he got left, removed his prosthetic, and snuggle all the way into Ghost’s chest tucking themselves in, throwing his stump over him, eventually resting his head of Ghost’s bicep. Which, he actually moved, so he can hug him with it. He took it Ghost doesn’t mind their closeness.
„Where are we travelling to? Bali?”
„Is that where you wanna take me?”
„No, if I had to choose I’d take you to the Balaton.” Ad said with a fond smile, looking up at Ghost through his lashes. „A lake in Hungary. Been spending my summers there since I was a kid.”
Ghost didn’t respond, only hummed in response, and if Ad didn’t spend the whole day with him, he would’ve thought he was uninterested. He was the exact opposite, and Ad swore he’s gonna take him there on their next leave. When they were about to asleep, which didn’t take long since both of them were exhausted, they could hear the raindrops banging heavily on the roof, it thankfully not leaking.