INFECTIOUS [GHOSTXSOAP]

XXV. CHANGES

WARNING - FLUFF

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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Faint buzzing woke Ghost from his slumber.

Rolling slightly to his back, he realised it was his phone, left in his pants in the pile of brothel reeking clothes.

Be Price.

Carefully he untangled himself from Soap's still heavily sleeping form, the omega sprawled out on his stomach, snoring softly, hair a mess and body still bare. Ghost wanted nothing more in that moment than to curl back up with the omega, but the buzzing persisted and he knew he'd have to answer the call.

So as quietly as he could, he climbed from the bed and hobbled to the pile of clothes, bending down to retrieve his phone, noting 3 missed calls already, and missing the one that had just come through.

Shit.

When it rang again, Ghost answered quickly, worry licking his insides because it wasn't like his captain to call so many times. Nor was it like the alpha to sleep through the way he had, or so deeply. He'd always managed to rest, dancing the line between ever awake and deep sleep.

“Oh, he finally answers.” Price chirped up instantly, tone laced with frustration and humour, causing Ghost to grunt quietly, rolling his eyes. “It's not even 3 in the afternoon, Lieutenant.”

“Don't start old man.” Ghost replied, voice thick, giving away he'd been asleep. He turned slowly, running a hand through his hair, gaze roaming over the still sleeping Soap.

A scoff sounded down the line. “Drop the tone Ghost, not calling to scold you. How did today go?”

That had Ghost stiffening. He wasn't sure how to answer that question. Knew he had to tell his captain they had to abort, but didn't want to drop his Sergeant in the deep end, couldn't do it. Wasn't his place to say Soap had frozen, lost himself, but Ghost also knew he couldn't lie.

“Ghost?”

He moved across to the chair, dropped to it and sighed deeply. “Location today was, unsavoury Sir. Not the sort of place an unbonded omega should be.” He tried to say, tried to explain without explaining.

Price grumbled something on his end, before Ghost heard a car door close, then another. “Can explain what happened later, Gaz and I just pulled up at the hotel.”

FUCK!

“Rog. Gimme an hour, meet down at the bar?”

“Sounds good.”

And Price hung up, though the lilt in his tone didn't go unnoticed by Ghost, and he sighed deeply as he dropped his head back, staring up at the ceiling.

Make it any more obvious you old fuck?

But before he could wallow any further, a soft groan pulled him upright, gaze locking onto Soap who was stirring again. So rising from the chair, Ghost moved back over to the bed, knowing he had to get Soap up, showered and, much to his displeasure, smelling like anything but his scent.

He climbed onto the bed carefully, just watching the omega, the small pinch in his brow, the way his breath quickened slightly, before it relaxed off, and he stretched softly in his sleep, back arching, giving Ghost more than a reason to just bite the Sergeant. Felt like he was being teased by Soap, even if the brat was asleep.