𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 ( 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 )

𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍? (𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓)

AUTHORS NOTE : Okay so I think I figured out the order in how I'm going to post chapters/on-shots. I'll post a smut, then either a fluff or angst (however I'm feeling tbh) a then another smut so there's a bit of a pattern in what you can expect from my writing! That small update was the only really important note so I'll get into the good stuff, REMEMBER, THIS IS IN NO WAY ACCURATE TO ANY STORYLINE WHATSOEVER.💙

[ 5:43PM, Training ]

"Ghost!" Soap yelled across the training hall, catching the attention of a certain skull masked man. He crossed the room and planted himself in front of Ghost. "How bout we take bets on the next match, you and I?" He looked quite interested in the proposal and urged him to continue. "If I win, you let me see you without the mask, how about it?" His face stiffened, looking away as he considered before replying confidently. "Alright, if I win, you owe me one, I don't know what it is yet but I'll cash it in when I want it." 

"Deal."

Soap failed to duck in time as another punch flew in his direction, making contact with his right shoulder. Backing up, he taunted his opponent. "Is that all you've got, Ghost? I thought you could hit harder than that ya know." A dark chuckle, barely audible came from Ghost, standing across from him. "Wouldn't wanna damage your fragile physique would we sergeant? I'm going easy on you." His voice was soaked in sarcasm, mocking him. 

"Oh get your head out of your own ass would you?" He ran towards him, swinging a right hook at his neck. Ghost grabbed his arm, twisting it before Soap swivelled around and kicked him square in the stomach. Ghost groaned slightly an got up, waiting patiently for him to advance. He ran at him again, just as he had planned an he lifted him off of his feet, swinging him over his shoulder and slammed him into the combat mat behind him. Soap immediately kicked the back off his knees in, causing him to crumble to the floor an allowing him a few seconds to retrieve his breath.

Both men were equally matched in many categories, hand to hand combat was no on that list. Ghost was bigger than him and most definitely stronger which tilted the scales before the match even started. This never stopped Soap from trying though. Not one bit. He had a thought constantly in the back of his mind that one day he would take him down. Hah, in his dreams.

Ghost immediately stood back up and turned around to face him, looking him dead in the eye. They were dark, soulless if you would. Nothing less than what you'd expect from Ghost looking at anyone, especially an opponent. The only light in his eyes were the smalls highlights of reflection from the ceilings. Ghost ran towards him, instantly taking him by surprise. Without reaction time Soap instantly fell when Ghost tackled him to the floor, front down. "Shit!" He yelled out with frustration in his tone. 

"You should pay more attention, if I was a hostile you'd be dead right now." He smirked proudly. Soap broke free, throwing his arm back and elbowing him in the face. Ghost stumbled back and opened an entry for Soap to jump on top of him, pinning his arms by his sides. "Ahah! Now who needs to pay more attention L.T?" He effortlessly rolled over and trapped Soap under him, pinning his arms above his head. "Spoiler alert — it's not me." 

"You're a real ass when you wanna be." He whispered under his breath which was followed by a groan with the adrenaline dying and pain kicking in. "Did you really have to throw me?" He squirmed underneath the larger male. "You were mocking me, I think it's only fair that I put you in your place." The statement was fueled with pride. By now, there we only a few soldiers left in the training hall. Most were stray soldiers either reading or exercising to pass the time. 

Soap had nothing else to do but stare upwards at the mask, going over every crevice in the sculpted piece. ".....Are you ever going to let me up?" He finally broke the silence, wiggling around some more in attempt to break free. Ghost didn't respond just staring at something on his face. "What? Do I have food on my face or something?"