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[esclizku]

The morning after

🏷️ Sick-fic, Sick x Caretaker, Fluff, Vanilla, Domestic, Established Relationship, semi-SFW

Call of Duty, Soap x Ghost short One-Shot Fan-fiction Word Count: 704

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The morning after was always something he was looking forward to. Ghost was sweet all the time of course, there’s no doubt about that. But something about whenever they were passionate flipped a switch in Ghost, which Soap loved. The cold rough hands begged for the touch of his warm skin, tracing the soft patterns of the barely visible abs. Those dull, matte eyes made more contact with his ice-cold blue ones, and fuck. The way he treated him.

The mixer whirred to life, the ingredients inside flinging around the glass frame. Soap was a little bit winded from last night, his back ached, his legs trembling, but most of all, he wasn’t feeling like doing anything. The exhaustion that came from this age hit him all at once. He didn’t expect them to get to him at this age, especially since the military kept him active. Yet, despite being around 2 years apart, Ghost always woke up a little bit more energetic after sex, and that was evident even now.

Soap hissed when he felt his lover sneak up behind him, shoving the cold hands from winter into his warm jumper, cupping his abdomen. “You fuckin’ ass…-“ Was the sentence that got a warm chuckle out of the Brit, and he rested his stubble beard onto the veiny neck, muttering. “Why are you up this early?”

“Stomach’s growling since six in the morning.”

“You should’ve woken me up, Johnny.”

“So you can be hungry with me as well?”

“So I could make sure you’re okay.”

“Are you playing caretaker again, Simon?”

Soap looked over at Ghost with a warm gaze despite the cold blue in his eyes, one that was almost taunting. The Brit blinked softly, the wrinkles under his eyes becoming more prominent as he huffed a laugh out of his nose, almost scoff-like one, and muttered.

“You know me too good.” He grumbled, his hands warm at this point as he slid them out, turning off the blender. “Get back into bed.”

This is what he meant when he said a switch in Ghost flipped. When Ghost was bringing him the smoothie he had started along with an ice pack to his bed, where he laid somewhat sleepy. The way Ghost sat next to him, lifting the shirt and placing the ice pack onto his skin softly, onto the deep purple and red bruising Ghost’s teeth created, making Soap mutter swears and curses at him. And then the questions, Are you aching? Or Do you need something else?, it made Soap scoff almost when he insisted on making breakfast.

He cupped Ghost’s cheek, redirecting his gaze up into his eyes. “Darling, your sex is good, but it’s not ‘causing paralysis in both my legs’ good,” With a soft tone, he tilted his head. “Now stop worrying, or else your wee little head will fall off.”

Ghost was barely convinced, looking down at his body again. “You’ve been complaining about your back and legs a lot recently, I’m just looking out for you… If I made it worse…-“ He sounded a little worried, his eyes scanning him for any aches, like it was something that could be seen by the bare eye. “Bloody hell..”

Soap knew where this behavior was coming from, to be honest. Ghost, now that he’s older (well, if 38 even counts as old), has had his fair share of medical scares. First seeing the damage of his smoking, Second the diagnosis of his sleep disorder, and not to mention his scoliosis… It all mixed into making Ghost a healthier person, yes, but now he was also very aware of Soap’s health. Every ache could be a problem, every crack and every trip is treated with utmost care, and Soap didn’t mind it that much to be honest.

Just when he was worrying like this did it bother him.

Ghost opened to say something else, probably related to Soaps previously mentioned sleepiness, or how he was dizzy  a week prior, or something else entirely. Soap had no shame interrupting him with a kiss though, the chapped lips hitting Ghost’s delicate ones.

“Shut up,” Soap whispered into the kiss, their lips still soft and gently touching. “come lay with me.”

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[esclizku]

erm hi thats me

im a fanfiction writer and artist who makes fluff and angst n shit

my interest are call of duty, scp and right now also the purge for some fucking reason

part two in the works go check out the gays 😋‼️

Somehow I've managed to convince my friend @esclizku to write a Ghoap teen AU fanfic for me!? AND RILEY'S IN IT TOO

I am on my knees! Go read this awesome piece of work

(My friend will say I forced them to write it. Don't listen to that. It's propaganda.)