"You look like shit."
Metal dropping onto the table below, you listen in on the conversation at the breakfast table you sit at. You sit next to Soap, who is currently looking directly in front of you and grinning at someone else.
You decide to ignore his grinning and taunting words at whoever is the poor victim, and try to eat something. Your plastic fork toys with the scrambled eggs on your tray. You want to eat, you really do. But it's hard to eat when you mind is too busy replying the thoughts of last night over and over again.
The feeling of his hands on you, around you, teasing you and making you crave more. You clear your throat, taking a sip of water from your cup.
Soap lets out a chuckle next to you. He nudges you with his elbow and smiles. "Doesn't he look like he hasn't slept?"
"Who?" You ask, looking up only to meet eyes with Ghost.
"Simon!" Soap cackles out.
You swallow the lump in your throat, staying silent.
Ghost holds your gaze. His eyes slowly travel from Soap back to you. Underneath his mask, you swear you see a smirk.
Memories flood through you as your eyes lock on his gloved hands. His hands held touched you so close, made you come undone and melt into him.
You wondered when it would happen again, if he was thinking about you the very same right now. A boot touched yours, bringing your eyes up to Ghost again.
He raised an eyebrow at you, glancing at the door. You nod once, not needing to say anything else.
"Briefing time, boys." Price stands up, his hand slapping the table. Eyes are all on him as he looks around at them. "Meet in the room in 10 minutes, don't be late."
Roach rolls his eyes. He's the first to stand up, followed by Soap, who slings an arm around him and grins. He whispers something to him, pulling the man along.
You stand up, following behind Ghost as you all make your way slowly to the meeting room like Price said.
Soap is talking nonsense to Roach, who stays silent and nods every so often to let Soap know he's listening. A smile tugs at your lips at the sight. The two men are fond of each other, it's clear as day.
"Think they shag." Ghost murmurs quietly.
It takes you a minute to realize the person he's speaking to is you. You blink, glancing over at him as he starts walking next to you.
"Johnny an—"
"Yes." He interrupts you with a nod. His eyes stayed glued onto the two men, a fondness in his eyes.
You can't help but watch them as they walk and chat, now starting to wonder it for yourself. It was no one's business but their own, so you'd never dare to interrogate them about it.
Everyone takes a seat in chairs. Ghost sits next you, causing you to bite back a smile.
Price wastes no time as he stands in front of the room, looking over everyone.
"We managed to complete extraction with minimal casualties." He starts the meeting, nodding at Ghost at the first sentence.
You listen in as he rants on about it, the lights flick off as the the projector comes on and shows the map and some faces with x's marked on them.
Your eyes drift to the men as Price discusses their deaths and who took the shots.
Ghost shifts in his seat as the second man becomes the topic.
