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Gaz, Soap and Ghost are in some flashy Russian mansion, Makarov’s right hand, Alekseev’s homes, their job here is no more than a milk run -as long as you usually blow up the petrol station on your way out.
Gaz’s sitting at the back of the room eyes on their target and his men. He’s mostly waiting for Soap’s signal to tell them it's time to leave.
But Ghost, who’s taking a little trip into the offices to get some important intel, seems to be taking his sweet time. Gaz isn’t too worried though, he knows Ghost can handle a couple probably intoxicated bodyguards.
In the meantime Gaz relaxes into his chair a little more so he can take a more languid looking scan of his surroundings. It’s been over ten minutes since he last saw Ghost and now he spots him trying to brush some overly handsy lady away from him, he definitely doesn’t look the least bit interested but she’s still trying it.
When Ghost eventually makes eye contact with Gaz he makes a b-line for him. The lady following close behind, apparently handsy older woman is one thing Ghost can not handle.
Gaz can see Ghost better now that he’s closer and he looks at him with pleading eyes, so Gaz dose the only thing he can think of in the moment to get this cougar to fuck off. When Ghost is within arms reach he tugs him down into his lap, “What took you so long? Thought you’d gotten lost, love.” He says, forcing a smirk on his face.
Ghost is wide eyed and ridged before he notices that the lady has stopped her approach. Ghost huffs a deep breath and then leans into Gaz's chest, wraps his arm behind his back and really makes himself comfortable. Gaz takes that as the opportunity of a lifetime that it is and slides his arm around Ghost’s back to tug him even closer.
“Sorry babe , ran into some mates, didn’t mean to make you worry.” Ghost replies, crowding Gaz as he almost definitely keeps his peripherals on the retreating woman.
“you get it?” Gaz asks now that that lady is definitely out of ear shot. The intel Ghost was looking for is the real reason they’re all here, Soap is just their get away distraction.
“I got it, had to take out some men on my way out though.”
“Take out?”
“They’re just sleepin, Garrick, don’t worry.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Gaz clarifies, “what if someone finds them?”
Ghost opens his mouth to reply but shuts it quick after his eyes shoot to where Makarovs right hand is. He then leans in close, slipping his hand into the short hair at the base of Gaz’ neck and whispers, “we’ve got eyes on us, seems either that cougar was determined or you’ve jinxed us, Garrick.”
Gaz knows Ghost is only doing this to make it look like he’s just some guy who can’t seem to keep his hands off his man but Christ if it doesn’t make Gaz’s blood run a little warmer.
Gaz’s eyes flick to where he was meant to be keeping tabs, too lost in Ghost's solid yet plush body lounging above him, he’d missed more guards surrounding Alekseev. Missed the controlled commotion over there too.
“Fuck, you think they found them? Did anybody see your face?” Gaz whispers into Ghost's ear. He definitely does try to ignore the shiver he feels run down Ghost's spine at his hushed expletive, but it’s hard when that man above him is usually such a wall of indifference.
“Can’t be sure, but either way we have to stay here until Johnny give the signal.” Ghost’s voice is ruff in Gaz’ ear. fuck, this is not the time or place for Gaz to get excited but adrenaline and Ghost are a heady mixture.
Gaz runs the hand that’s still holding Ghost in place, up his back and over his neck so he can subtly hide his face from their onlookers. With Ghost’s face hidden in the crook of his neck Gaz can safely watch the approaching bodyguards, they’re all definitely headed their way.
Gaz turns his head into the side of Ghost's soft blonde buzz cut and murmurs to Ghost that the guards are onto them.
“Fuck.” Ghost huffs. Gaz can actually feel it when Ghost swallows hard. “Touch me, Garrick .” He commands, even if it sounds a little breathy.
“Pardon?” Gaz can hardly believe his ears because there is no way his lieutenant just said that right into his ear.
“They’re not gunna stop coming at us unless we make this damn believable, Kyle, so fucking touch me.” Ghost grits out through his teeth.
Gaz doesn’t need to be told twice, well, he does but who’s really counting.
Gaz slides the hand that he’s had resting on Ghost’s knee up his thigh and palms at Ghost's crotch. Making sure that every man that is staring them down can see what he’s up to. Though the direct eye contact he’s making with one of them snaps right to Ghost when he bucks up into his palm.
“Shit, are you-?” Gaz swallows.
“Gotta be believable~ right?” Ghost chuffs, voice clearly affected by the press of Gaz’ hand.
“Fuck,” Gaz can’t help but press his hand firmer into Ghost’s rolling hips, “maybe we sho-“ Gaz sentences is cut short when he see two short flashes of light from the window opposite Alekseev’s men.
“We gotta go, Soaps ready.” Gaz says, reluctantly guiding Ghost from his lap. He grabs Ghost’s hand as he does, tugging him along behind him. Half to make it look like they’re slipping away early to, well, fuck, and half because Gaz doesn’t want this contact to end. Doesn’t want Ghost to be left high and dry either.
Soap meets them at their RV point, he spots their clasped hands immediately and gives them a look. One Gaz knows mean ‘oh we’re so talking about this later’.
Running through bushes until they get to Price and Nik in the awaiting helo seems to go by in a flash. Gaz only realising he’s still has his fingers entwined with Ghost’s when Soap nudges him to look out the open door before he grins and presses the receiver to detonate his little toy.