Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 28: Touch

The mission had been a success, and we were finally on the helicopter ride back home. The Siberian landscape stretched out below us, a frozen wasteland that seemed almost surreal now that the danger had passed. The team was in high spirits, the adrenaline still coursing through our veins as we joked and laughed about the close calls and narrow escapes.

I found myself seated next to Ghost, our shoulders touching as the helicopter rumbled through the air. The teasing and banter had continued throughout the day, and now, with the mission behind us, it seemed to reach a new level. The warmth of his presence, the occasional brush of his leg against mine, was a constant, distracting reminder of the tension that simmered between us.

"Good job out there, Soap," Ghost said, his voice low and close to my ear.
"Didn't think you'd manage to keep up."

I snorted, rolling my eyes. "I think I did more than keep up. If I remember right, I saved your ass a couple of times."
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, yeah. You did alright."

The banter was light, but there was an edge to it, a deeper current that neither of us acknowledged openly. I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, but the helicopter's cramped quarters made it difficult. Ghost's leg pressed against mine again, and I felt a flush of heat spread through me.

"Need more room, Soap?" he asked, his voice teasing. "Or are you just trying to get closer?"
I shot him a glare, though the effect was probably ruined by the flush I could feel creeping up my neck. "Shut up, Ghost."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Make me," he whispered, the words sending a jolt of electricity through me.
Before I could respond, his hand slid onto my inner thigh, the touch firm and deliberate. My breath hitched, and I felt a surge of arousal that was both unexpected and impossible to ignore.

The warmth of his hand, the pressure of his fingers, was maddening.

"Ghost," I muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. "What are you doing?"
"Just having a bit of fun," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that only I could hear. "You're always so serious, Soap. Thought I'd help you relax."

His hand moved slightly, the pressure increasing, and I felt my pulse quicken.

The sensation was overwhelming, and I struggled to keep my breathing steady.

The rest of the team was oblivious, caught up in their own conversations and laughter, but I was acutely aware of every touch, every whisper.

"You're doing great, Soap," Ghost whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Just keep quiet and enjoy it."
I clenched my jaw, my hands gripping the edge of my seat as I tried to maintain some semblance of control.

The teasing, the deliberate touches, were pushing me to the edge, and I could feel myself getting hard despite my best efforts.

Ghost glanced down, his eyes flicking to my crotch, and I saw the smirk tug at his lips. "Looks like you're enjoying this more than you let on," he whispered, his hand giving a subtle squeeze.

bit back a groan, my face burning with embarrassment. In a desperate attempt to cover up, l grabbed my bag and placed it on my lap, hoping to hide the evidence of my arousal. Ghost's chuckle was low and knowing, and I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his gaze almost as intense as his touch.

"Relax, Johnny," he murmured, his hand still resting on my thigh. "You're doing just fine."

The rest of the ride passed in a haze of tension and arousal, Ghost's presence a constant, teasing reminder of the connection we shared. By the time we finally touched down, my nerves were frayed, and my mind was racing.

As we disembarked and headed back to base, I couldn't help but shoot Ghost a glare. He met my gaze with a lazy, satisfied smile, the look in his eyes promising that this was far from over.