INFECTIOUS [GHOSTXSOAP]

XIII. OPEN YOUR EYES

WARNING - FLUFF / JEALOUSY / SELF LOATHING

A/N ... I appreciate every single one of you who have stumbled upon this story of mine and would be absolutely grateful if you could leave a like or sneaky comment on this. It helps me know I'm on the right path but also keeps me motivated to write more stories like this.
Much love.

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They didn't often talk about fated mates.

Rare as they were, it did happen on the odd occasion, where an alpha and omega were in some way tied together from birth, destined to find each other, bond, mate, and continue on a stronger line of offspring.

Of course there was the even rarer chance that one or the other would reject their mate, the bond. And granted, even though fate seemed to want them together, they still had the choice, not that many ever did reject a mate.

Even rarer than that, was same sex fated mates. Less than 0.03% of any fated pairing was same sex. Usually frowned upon, these pairings were when issues could arise, especially if it was male pairings, because in the eyes of some of the public, it was a waste of good genes.

But it wasn't against the law. Never had been. Fated mates out ruled any laws that could be put in place to prevent them from bonding, and ober time, the government found because of their inability to breed, they made for incredibly attentive foster parents.

So it hadn't crossed Ghost's mind that he would be graced with such a thing. Knew if he ever took a mate, it would only be that, a choice, his choice. Not some divine coupling. Because he deemed himself unworthy of anyone.

But he knew in that bunker, softly speaking the name of the one he was meant for, a name he had refused to utter, didn't want to give it life, didn't want to force the omegas hand, he knew that in some twisted way, Soap was his.

And that was why he hadn't mentioned it. Just wallowed in what he knew, pining in silence after the omega, doting on him, caring for him, making sure he was healthy, waiting for Soap to figure it out, if he would. And if he would accept it in the end.

Or worse, reject him.

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Soap stood at the end of the C17, knew they'd be disembarking soon, could feel the steel bird bank slightly right, beginning its approach to their destination.

He, along with Ghost, had been sent on a mission unrelated to their near death experience, instead were sent out to help a fellow SAS team, all the way out in Al Mazrah. Just extra hands to make the job faster, and, as much as Soap hated to admit it, it was also a way for Price to gage where he was really at, mentally.

Laswell had been working day and night to pinpoint where the drone that had attacked them come from, and thanks to Soap's quick thinking with keeping hold of the satellite phone that the beta had on him, she had more information and leads than they had before, BUT it was still a lot to get through and her and her team were working round the clock to right off what was irrelevant, and file away what was.

So while that was happening, Price had called the alpha/ omega duo into his office and relayed the news to them, along with their new mission to Al Mazrah.

Soap had known, had a horrid feeling that the captain was hesitant on sending him back out, especially on a mission related to their being buried alive, so he had settled on sending them on to help in Al Mazrah, figured it was a start, see how Soap's mental state really was when in a shit show.

Ghost for his part understood why Price had sent them off, but it still irked him to see Soap treated like some fragile thing, as if he was incapable of controlling his emotions. But, having been there, seeing Soap so broken and terrified, and his withdrawn state afterwards, he also didn't blame the captain for his choice.