Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 38: Care

Soap's POV:

The world spun around me, a dizzying blur of colors and sounds. My steps were unsteady, each one a struggle to stay upright. The effects of the alcohol were hitting me hard, and I could barely keep my thoughts straight. The bar seemed like a distant memory, the warmth and noise replaced by the cool night air and the quiet hum of the base.

I stumbled, nearly falling, and a strong arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me. "Easy there, Johnny," Ghost's voice was a soothing presence, his breath warm against my ear. "I've got you."

His touch sent a shiver down my spine, a confusing mix of comfort and something more. I tried to focus on walking, but my legs felt like jelly, refusing to cooperate. Ghost's arm tightened around me, his body solid and warm against my back.

"Lean on me," he said, guiding me with a steady hand. "We'll get you to bed."

I nodded, or at least I thought I did. My mind was a foggy mess, every thought jumbled and unclear. His presence was the only thing grounding me, keeping me from falling completely. I felt his other hand come up to my shoulder, holding me firmly as we made our way to the barracks.

Each step felt like an eternity, my head swimming with the effort. Ghost's touch was gentle yet firm, his voice a constant reassurance in my ear. "Almost there, Johnny. Just a little further."

We finally reached the barracks, the familiar sight bringing a wave of relief. Ghost pushed the door open and guided me inside, his arm still securely around my waist. My legs gave out as soon as we crossed the threshold, and I slumped against him, unable to keep myself upright.

"Whoa, easy," Ghost said, catching me before I hit the ground. He half-carried, half-dragged me to my bunk, easing me down onto the mattress. I fell back, the bed feeling like a lifeline in a stormy sea.

Ghost knelt beside me, his hands deftly removing my boots and unbuttoning my shirt. I tried to help, but my fingers were clumsy, unable to follow my commands. "Let me," he murmured, his touch gentle as he worked. "Just relax."

I let out a sigh, my body sinking into the mattress as he pulled the covers over me. The warmth was a welcome relief, the world starting to settle around me. Ghost's hand lingered on my shoulder, a comforting weight that kept me anchored.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.

I managed a weak nod, the effort of speaking too much in my current state. "Yeah," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper. "Just... tired."

Ghost sat on the edge of the bed, his presence a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. He brought his hand to my face, his fingers tracing my jawline with a tenderness that made my heart race. His touch was light, almost reverent, as if he were afraid I might break.

His fingers moved to my chin, tilting my head up so I was looking at him. His thumb traced my lips, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through me. I stared at his lips, my thoughts a muddled mess of desire and confusion. Ghost's eyes were fixed on mine, a mix of emotions playing across his face.

For a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, the space between us charged with unspoken words and hidden desires. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears.

"Simon," I whispered, my voice shaky and barely audible. "I..."

He pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Shh," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Just rest, Johnny. We'll talk in the morning."

His touch was gentle as he brushed my hair back, his fingers lingering on my skin. I felt a warmth spread through me, a comforting presence that chased away the remnants of my anxiety. I was half-asleep, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness, when I mumbled something, my voice slurred and barely coherent.

Ghost's eyes widened, a look of shock flashing across his face. But he quickly composed himself, pretending not to hear. "Sleep, Johnny," he said softly, his touch gentle and loving. "Everything's going to be alright."

I felt his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin in a soothing rhythm. The world around me faded, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the steady beat of his heart. My eyes fluttered closed, the last thing I saw being Ghost's face, filled with a mix of emotions I couldn't quite decipher.

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a comfort I hadn't known I needed. Ghost's touch was a promise, a reassurance that he would always be there.