Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 27: Flustered

Ghost's POV:

The icy wind cut through our makeshift shelter, but the warmth from Soap's body was a welcome contrast. We'd had to cuddle up for body heat several times already during the mission, each time waking to the inevitable teasing from our teammates. The dawn light filtered weakly through the flaps of the tent, signaling the end of another frigid Siberian night.

I stirred first, blinking the sleep from my eyes. Soap was still nestled against me, his breath steady and warm against my neck. As I shifted slightly, he began to wake, his eyes fluttering open.

Before we could move, the sound of muffled laughter reached our ears. I glanced up to see Gaz, Roach, and Price standing at the entrance of the tent, grins plastered across their faces.

"Look at them," Gaz said, barely containing his laughter. "Snuggled up like a couple of lovebirds."

I groaned inwardly, pulling away from Soap and sitting up. "Cut it out, Gaz," I muttered, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

Roach stepped forward, his grin widening. "This has gone too far. They are definitely dating now."

Soap, still half-asleep, blushed a deep red, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Alright, alright. Enough with the jokes," he said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Price stepped in, shaking his head with a smile. "Let's focus on the mission, shall we? We have work to do."

We quickly packed up our gear, the teasing continuing as we readied ourselves for the day ahead. The camaraderie was a relief, a way to keep our spirits high in the face of the harsh environment. But as much as I enjoyed the banter, I couldn't ignore the lingering warmth of Soap's body, or the way his blush had deepened at Roach's comment.

As we trudged through the snow, Soap fell into step beside me, his usual grin back in place. "You know, Ghost," he said, nudging me with his elbow. "If they keep making those jokes, they might start believing them."

I smirked, glancing at him. "Let them believe what they want. We know the truth."

"Yeah," Soap replied, though his cheeks were still slightly pink. "But you have to admit, it's kind of funny."

We reached a ridge overlooking the target—a remote Siberian facility rumored to be a hub for illegal arms deals. The snow crunched under our boots as we moved silently through the forest, the cold air biting at any exposed skin. I could see the guards patrolling the perimeter through my scope, their breath visible in the frigid air.

"Alright, team," Price said, his voice low and commanding. "We need to move in quietly. Take out the guards and secure the entrance. Ghost, Soap, you're on point."

We nodded, slipping down the ridge with practiced ease. The snow muffled our movements, making it easier to approach the guards unnoticed. Soap and I moved in sync, our years of working together evident in our seamless coordination.

As we approached the first guard, Soap whispered, "You know, if this were a movie, we'd be the romantic leads."

I stifled a laugh, focusing on the task at hand. "In your dreams, Soap."

We took out the guards quickly and efficiently, securing the entrance for the rest of the team. Inside the facility, the cold was less intense but still present. We moved through the corridors, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence. Soap kept up a steady stream of quiet banter, his jokes helping to ease the tension.

"You know, Ghost," he whispered as we cleared a room. "If we were really dating, I'd be the one in charge."

I shot him a look, trying to suppress a grin. "In your dreams, Johnny."

We reached the control room, where our target, a man named Dmitry Volkov, was supposed to be. The room was dimly lit, the hum of machinery filling the air. Volkov was there, surrounded by a few of his men, their conversation interrupted by our sudden appearance.

"Drop your weapons!" Price ordered, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Volkov sneered, but his men complied, dropping their guns and raising their hands. Soap and I moved forward, securing the prisoners as Price and Gaz covered us.

"Looks like we caught you with your pants down, Dmitry," Soap said, a wicked grin on his face. "Or should I say, with your frozen assets?"

Volkov glared at him but said nothing. We secured him and his men, moving them to a holding area while we searched the rest of the facility.

As we moved through the dimly lit corridors, Soap kept up his steady stream of banter, his voice a comforting presence in the cold, sterile environment. "You know, Ghost, if we were alone right now, I'd make you pay for all those cold nights."

I smirked, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "Careful, Johnny. Keep talking like that and you'll make me hard again."

Soap's eyes widened, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Ghost..." he whispered, his voice a mixture of shock and something else. He turned away quickly, trying to hide his flustered state.

We continued our sweep of the facility, my mind half on the mission and half on the way Soap had reacted to my words. The teasing was a way to keep things light, but there was an edge to it now, a tension that hadn't been there before.

As we finished our sweep, I couldn't help but glance at Soap, his flustered expression still vivid in my mind. We regrouped with the team, the mission a success, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the warmth of his body, the softness of his voice, and the way he had blushed so deeply.

The mission was over, but something had changed. The teasing, the closeness, it was more than just a way to keep warm. It was something I couldn't ignore, something that made my heart race and my thoughts scatter.