Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 39: Midnight

Soap's POV:

The night was heavy, the air thick with the remnants of the day's heat. I stirred in my bunk, my head swimming from the few too many drinks I'd had earlier. My thoughts were a tangled mess, and the room seemed to spin around me. I groaned, rolling over and reaching for my phone on the small table beside my bed.

I didn't even think about what I was doing as I dialed Ghost's number, the familiar sequence of digits almost comforting in my hazy state. The phone rang a few times before I heard his gruff voice on the other end.

"Johnny? What's wrong?"

His voice was like a lifeline, and I clung to it, feeling a strange mix of relief and need. "Ghost," I slurred, trying to focus on the words. "I need... I need you to come here."

There was a pause, and I could almost see the concern etched on his face. "Are you alright, Johnny?"

"Just... just come here," I insisted, the desperation clear in my voice.

"Alright. I'm on my way."

I hung up, staring at the phone for a moment before dropping it back on the table. I lay back down, the room still spinning slightly. My mind was a foggy mess, the alcohol blurring the lines between reality and the thoughts I'd been trying to suppress.

A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock on the door. It creaked open, and Ghost stepped inside, his silhouette barely visible in the dim light. He moved quietly, his presence both comforting and grounding.

"Johnny?" he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "You called?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, pushing myself up to a sitting position. "Come closer."

He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to the bed. "What's going on? You sounded... off."

"I just... I need you," I said, my voice thick with emotion. I reached out, my hand finding his arm. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through my foggy mind.

Ghost stiffened slightly, but he didn't pull away. "You're drunk, Johnny. You need to get some rest."

I shook my head, my grip on his arm tightening. "No, I need you here. Closer."

He sighed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Alright, I'm here. What's this all about?"

My fingers trailed down his arm, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. I looked up at him, my vision blurred but clear enough to see the concern in his eyes. "Just stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Please."

He swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving mine. "Johnny, you need to go back to sleep."

I shook my head again, my hand drifting to his chest. I could feel his heart beating under my palm, steady and strong. "Can't sleep. Not without you."

"Johnny..."

I moved closer, my body leaning into his. The scent of him, the warmth, it was all I could focus on. "Closer," I whispered, my voice a soft plea. "Please, Simon."

He took a deep breath, his resolve clearly wavering. "You're not thinking straight. You'll regret this in the morning."

I shook my head, my hand moving to his neck, my fingers brushing against his skin. "Don't care. Just need you."

His hand covered mine, his touch gentle but firm. "Johnny, stop."

But I couldn't. The need, the longing, it was too much. I leaned forward, my forehead resting against his shoulder. "Please, Simon," I murmured, my voice breaking. "I need you."

He was silent for a moment, and I could feel the conflict radiating off him. Finally, he sighed, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close. "Alright, Johnny. I'm here."

The relief was overwhelming, and I clung to him, my body trembling. "Don't leave," I whispered, my voice a broken plea. "Please, don't leave."

"I won't," he said softly, his breath warm against my ear. "But you need to rest. Just close your eyes."

I nodded, my mind still foggy, but his presence grounding me. I closed my eyes, my body relaxing against his. "Stay," I whispered one last time, the word a plea and a promise.

"I'll stay," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "Just go to sleep, Johnny. I'm not going anywhere."

With his words, the tension slowly bled out of me. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his breathing, it was enough to lull me into a state of calm.