Stress balls

Sharing your bed with a monster

it should but he pushes through.
“We’re back. Sorry it took this long, Simon.”
Ghost swallows the lump down his throat, then looks at soap again, running his hand through his stupid brown hair. They still have time. He can still make it up to him.

(End)

of the room.
“Don’t wake him. He hasn’t slept in days. Didn’t allow himself until you were awake.”
Ghost nods, intertwining his fingers with soap’s.
“We’re going back to base once you’re capable.”
Ghost looks up at that. “We?” his voice is rough and his throat hurts more than

is the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. Soap is draped across his legs, sleeping soundly as he still holds onto his hand.
He ignores the pain all over his body, the fact they took off his mask while he was probably in surgery, ignores price standing in the corner-

“Now you better stay alive so you can give me a proper kiss, ay?” he whispers as they reach the helicopter. Soap’s hands are wrapped around his the entire flight back, they’re warm. Warmth is the first thing he feels when he wakes up at base. And the brown mohawk-

out but soap holds him upright. “Stubborn bastard.” soap shakes his head and hauls him upwards, carrying him in both arms. “Never thought i’d carry you bridal style. Can get used to it though.”
Ghost ignores his comments, focuses on the warmth and the beating of soap’s heart.

together, then he laughs. “So you do like me?”
“Fuck off.” he pulls at soap’s vest, using all of his power to pull him closer.
Soap stumbles forward, eyes widening when their helmets knock together as ghost presses his mask against his mouth.
Ghost can feel his knees giving-

“I said save it. You need help. Now.” soap barks out, and even ghost is taken aback by the power behind his voice.
Ghost stops in his steps, letting go of his stomach and placing both hands on soap’s shoulders. Blood stains his vest.
“Come with me.”
Soap’s brows scrunch

He squeezes soap’s shoulder tightly, appreciating its warmth. He’s alive. They’re alive. He can see the other troops in the distance but no- he can’t let soap leave. He can’t leave soap again. He can’t let them take him away. “Soap.” He croaks out. “Wait.”

“When I heard some soldier with a skull mask asked for a medic I had to come and see it for myself, no?”
Ghost can’t bring himself to laugh at the absurdity. It hurts too much. The wound in his chest hurting more than the gash in his stomach.

as the person on the comms tells him where he needs to go.
Ghost’s body aches, screams to let go as soap hauls his arm over his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Ghost chuckles, wincing as his feet drag over the ground. “How did you- know where i was?”