of pleasuring his teammates. Holes used, cheeks red and hair tangled as they used him like a proper toy. Poor lad couldn’t get enough.

reeking of needy omega that it finally hit him.
Of course, it is the captains duty after all to take care of his men. Making sure /his/ omega never would forget it again.

"Never leave me again." Soap whispered out between the kisses, barely letting their lips have a moment apart.

"You're stuck with me, forever." Ghost promised.

The Scot sobbed into his chest, looking up to reach for his mask and yank it off. He had to see his face, see it was truly him. And when those honey eyes met his, he couldn't help from crashing their lips together. Mixing the snot and tears into the coating of dirt.

from his nose like a toddler.

"Simon." His voice cracked, arms about to snap from how hard he was hugging him. He took in a deep breathe, smelling him, taking it all in. Making sure this wasn't a dream he'd wake up from.

"I'm here Johnny. Right here."

come out from under his nails. Beautiful and alive in every form of the word. Soap didn't even realize his feet were moving before he was crashing into the man. Packs and rifle discarded onto the floor. The tears came quick, flooding into his eyes and down his face. Snot bubbling

It stopped him dead in his tracks, heart and mind skipping a beat as if it was all just a cruel joke. He whipped around, the man of his dreams standing there in the dim hallway lights. Clothes tattered and bloody. Covered head to toe in dirt and soot that looked like it may never

until they passed. Once he was in the clear, he slipped back into the hallway. Jogging to the exit before a voice caught him dead in his tracks.

"Where you headed, sergeant?" Soap would know that voice anywhere, in any lifetime, no matter where they were.

the one to find him. Had packed some bags and hid them under his bed, quietly shoving on his boots and making his way to the artillery for a rifle. Popping open the lock with a makeshift key. A couple footsteps down the hall had him on edge, hiding behind one of the lockers

was quickly shut down. Soap let to envision all the horrible things that could of happened to his lieutenant. on the night of the 3rd week, he had had enough. He couldn't leave the man he loved the most to suffer alone. Soap didn't know if he was dead or not, but he knew he’d be

It was eating them up inside, the not knowing. This wasn't supposed to be a deadly mission. Get the intel and get out.
Soap was bursting at the seems. Guilt, dread, all these emotions bubbling up inside his chest. He had begged Price to let him go look for the man, but that idea

Such a gentleman to his mother and well spoken. A Simon that Soap has never seen before. Mama Mactavish basically begs Soap to marry that man. And while Soap brushes it off, he can’t help but glance over and understand how hard he will fall for him.

The man yelps, tensing up as the pain blooms across his skin. Eyes scrunched tightly as he takes in what just happened. His hard cock the only thing showing he’s enjoying this. Tav smiles, rubbing the skin around the mark to soothe his boy.
“Good job babe. How about another?”

Riley is quick to comply, lifting the compression over his head and dropping it to the floor. Mactavish gives the smoke one last look, turning it in his fingers before pressing it into the pale skin of Riley’s pec.

“Want me to leave a mark on your skin? Will that be enough?” Ghost nods, tacking on a small ‘please’ for good measure. Soap pretends to think about it, taking another hit and this time letting the smoke blow right into his subordinates face.
“Take off your shirt.”

Riley doesn’t answer, just follows the movement of his smoke with glossy wide eyes. Tav looks down at it then back up at Ghost, smirking and taking half a step closer.
“You want me to burn you?” He holds the smoke up right next to Riley’s face, teasing him with the smell.

Mactavish thinks it’s sweet, maybe even a little pathetic. Loves the way he’s gotten his big strong lieutenant to flush and beg and cry for him. Soap flicks the ash of his cigarette, taking another drag and blowing it out before speaking.
“What do you want then, hm?”