Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 14: Unspoken Desires

Soap's POV:

The camp was quiet as the night settled in, the stars scattered across the sky like diamonds. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow that pushed back the darkness. Ghost and I found ourselves sitting by the fire, a little away from the rest of the team. The day's events had taken their toll, and this moment of calm was a welcome respite.

Ghost stared into the flames, the flickering light dancing across his features. There was an unspoken tension between us, a pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. I could feel it in the way his eyes lingered on me, in the silence that stretched between us.

"We've come a long way," Ghost said, his voice breaking the stillness. "Through hell and back."

I nodded, my gaze fixed on the fire. "Yeah, we have. And we're still standing."

He turned to look at me, his eyes searching mine. "What do you think will happen when this is all over?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I thought about the future, about what lay beyond the battles and the missions. "I don't know. It's hard to imagine a life without the constant fight."

Ghost sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever find peace. If there will ever be a day when we can just... be."

His words struck a chord in me. The idea of peace, of a life beyond the chaos, seemed almost too good to be true. "Maybe one day. But until then, we keep fighting."

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. We keep fighting."

The fire crackled, and the silence stretched out again, filled with the weight of our unspoken thoughts. I glanced at him, the flickering light casting shadows across his face. There was something in his eyes, a depth of feeling that went beyond words.

"Do you ever think about what you'd do if you weren't a soldier?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the tension that simmered between us.

He looked thoughtful, his gaze distant. "Sometimes. I think about what it would be like to have a normal life. A family, maybe. A place to call home."

The idea of Ghost with a family, living a peaceful life, brought a smile to my face. "I think you'd make a great dad."

He laughed softly, the sound warming the night air. "You think so?"

"Yeah," I said, my smile widening. "You've got that protective streak. You'd do anything for the people you care about."

He looked at me, his eyes softening. "So would you, Soap. You've got a heart bigger than anyone I've ever known."

The compliment caught me off guard, and I felt a warmth spread through me. "Thanks, Ghost. That means a lot."

We sat there in companionable silence, the fire crackling between us. The tension was still there, an undercurrent that neither of us could ignore, but it was tempered by the bond we shared. Whatever the future held, I knew that we would face it together.

Ghost's POV:

Lying in my cot, I stared up at the canvas roof of the tent, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The night was quiet, the camp finally settling into a semblance of peace. But inside me, a storm raged. The conversation with Soap replayed in my mind, his words, his eyes, the touch of his hand. The feelings I had been trying to suppress surged to the surface, refusing to be ignored.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep, but it was no use. All I could think about was Soap—his strength, his determination, the way he looked at me with those intense blue eyes. The memory of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, a warmth spreading through me that I couldn't deny.

Images of him filled my mind, unbidden and vivid. I imagined his body pressed against mine, his breath hot on my skin. The thought of his lips on mine, the feel of his hands roaming over me—it was almost too much to bear. Desire coiled in my gut, a fierce and undeniable need that left me breathless.

I shifted restlessly, trying to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger. The more I tried to deny it, the more powerful the feelings became. I wanted him, more than I had ever wanted anything. The longing was a physical ache, a burning need that consumed me.

But it wasn't just desire. There was something deeper, something that went beyond physical attraction. I cared about him, deeply and fiercely. The thought of losing him, of anything happening to him, was unbearable. He was more than a teammate, more than a friend. He was everything.

I turned over, pressing my face into the pillow, trying to smother the thoughts. But they persisted, relentless and insistent. I could almost feel his presence beside me, his warmth, his strength. The fantasy of being with him, of giving in to the feelings we both shared, was a sweet torment.

But the reality was different. We were soldiers, bound by duty and honor. There was no room for weakness, no space for distractions. And yet, the feelings I had for Soap were anything but a weakness. They were a strength, a source of courage and resolve.

With a sigh, I opened my eyes, staring into the darkness. The struggle within me was far from over, but I knew one thing for certain. No matter what happened, no matter the challenges we faced, I would stand by Soap's side.

But for now, all I could do was lie there, my mind filled with thoughts of him, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken desires.