Admissions

Chapter 7

A/N: Enjoy some NSFW :)

Also Spanish translations at the end. 

Why does this have to sit for so long? Sereza mentally complained, lifting the tea bag up and down in the water.

Fucking longest three minutes ever.

Three minutes she had to spend not sitting in her ghost's lap and she was displeased. But a sacrifice she was willing to make with Simon's hand currently out of commission. Last night the 141 returned from a week-long mission during which Ghost badly lacerated his hand. She had stitched him up, good as new, using a fairly new type of stitch she said would barely leave a scar, if it left one at all. However, doing certain things for himself was going to be a bit difficult for the day with his dominant hand out of action. Things like tying his boots – which Gaz was currently helping with – and making a cup of tea.

Finally the stupid leaves had sat long enough. She finished the rest of the steps and brought the mug over to Simon for final approval, holding it out toward his good hand in what might well have been the ultimate test - a Brit judging her ability to make a proper cup of tea. Sereza was confident she'd done a decent job, but it was still a bit nerve-wracking. 'Proper tea' wasn't exactly a thing in her culture.

"Mm," he hummed in satisfaction, "that's perfect. Where did you learn to make proper tea like that?"

"I watched you make your tea loads of times." She smiled at his praise, plopping herself back down on his lap. Simon wasn't comfortable with giving or receiving affection while others were around, but he was always quite happy to have her on his lap and when it was only his team around he would speak sweetly to her like this.

The rest of the 141 milled around in the common room, going about their business. Unlike the others on base, the 141 was unbothered by this oddly amicable Ghost in the room.

"Aren't you just sweetest," Ghost stretched out his bad arm, beckoning her to lean in closer to him. "How have you gone all this time without ever being someone's girlfriend?"

"Two words: Med school." She adjusted the hem of his mask for him as he gingerly rolled it back down over his chin.

"Ah. But after that though?"

"After med school, then it was my job. A lot of guys are hesitant to date female physicians, if not downright intimidated-"

"Ghost was too!" Soap interjected from across the room. Gaz slugged him in the shoulder, making the Scot whine.

"Why on earth would some wanker not wanna date a sweet little thing like ye,' Lass?" Price asked as he wandered over with his own mug of tea.

"There are a lot of theories but I blame male ego."

"Heeyyy!" Soap whined - again, "What's wrong with our ego?"

"Guys get weirded out when the girl knows more about the guy's junk than they do."

Behind Ghost and Sereza's cozy spot chaos erupted when Soap spewed his tea, mostly all over Gaz. They started yelling, and then Price was yelling, Sereza's brother wandered in and started yelling about the yelling...

With all the air of the long-suffering, Ghost let out an impossibly long sigh and rolled his eyes at their commotion.