Call of Desire

29. Foreboding

fore·bod·ing
/fôrˈbōdiNG/
noun
fearful apprehension; a feeling that something bad will happen.

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The days bled together. 

There was only waiting. 

Endless waiting. 

Watching.

Learning. 

Makarov. 

Makarov.

John stared at his disassembled M4A1, laid out neatly on the hotel room floor. He had made a habit of disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling his M4A1 whenever he got anxious. 

Of course, Ghost had picked up on this. He had taken to sitting beside him in silence, offering his company. 

"Anything on your mind?" Simon spoke up after some time of sitting in silence. 

John sighed, attaching two parts of the weapon together. "All this waiting is killing me."

"Me too," Simon admitted. "But, on our last few watches, I've noticed the place has become a lot more orderly. Might mean Makarov is soon to arrive." 

"Mm. I noticed that too." 

"Not long now, my love." Simon exhaled, wrapping an arm around the Scotsman. 

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John connected the last piece of the M4A1, now intact. He exhaled, placing the weapon back on the floor. 

"Feel any better?" Simon asked quietly. 

"A bit." The Scotsman admitted, leaning into Ghost's touch. "You doing okay?"

"Can we cuddle for a bit?" 

"Of course, my love." Soap stood, offering a hand to help the Brit off the floor, which he gladly accepted. Pulling off his clothing until he remained in nothing but his boxers, John gestured for Simon to join him in bed. Ghost followed suit, removing even his mask, but keeping his boxers, same as John. 

Reaching toward the taller man, John sat on the edge of the bed. Simon exhaled as he embraced John, who pulled him onto the mattress. Soap pulled the blanket over both of them, sleepily cuddling into Ghost's chest. The Brit gingerly ran his fingers through John's short mohawk. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Soap mumbled. 

Sighing, the Brit considered his answer. "I wanna go back to the flat. Life felt so normal. I've never had the luxury of feeling normal. It felt so good."

"I know what you mean, Si."

"You know..." Simon began, stopping himself. 

"I know...?"