Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 45: His Confession

Soap's POV:

The air between us was charged with tension as Ghost and I walked into one of the smaller briefing rooms, shutting the door behind us. My heart was pounding in my chest, my frustration bubbling over. Ghost's overprotectiveness had reached a boiling point, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ghost," I started, my voice strained with frustration, "you need to stop this. Your overprotectiveness is driving me insane."
He stood there silently, his eyes locked onto mine, a tight, impatient look on his face. It was like he was holding back a storm, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to snap.

He paced the room, my hands gesturing wildly as I tried to get my point across.

"Do you have any idea how annoying it is? How suffocating? I know you care, but this is too much. I can't even breathe without you watching my every move."

Ghost's silence only fueled my frustration. He just stood there, staring at me with those intense eyes, his jaw clenched. It was like he was on the edge of a cliff, teetering between holding it together and falling apart.

"Why do you care so much?" I demanded, my voice rising. "Why are you so obsessed with keeping me safe?"

He didn't answer, his silence like a brick wall I couldn't break through.

"Answer me, Ghost!" I shouted, my anger boiling over. "Why do you care so damn much?"

Still nothing. His eyes bore into mine, filled with an intensity that both terrified and intrigued me.

I stepped closer, my voice louder now, almost a yell. "Why won't you answer me?"

The room seemed to close in around us, the tension thick and suffocating. I was so angry, so frustrated, and he just stood there, silent and unyielding.

"Why, Simon? Why do you care so much?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls.

And then he snapped. His eyes blazed with a wild, almost desperate light, and he finally spoke, his voice a raw and broken. "Because I fucking love you!"

I froze, my mouth falling open in shock. I hadn't expected that. I couldn't have. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged with emotion.

Ghost started pacing, his movements erratic, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke. "I love you, Johnny. Do you get that? I fucking love you," he repeated, his voice breaking. "When you got taken, I lost my fucking mind. I couldn't think, couldn't eat, couldn't fucking sleep. All I could think about was you, about finding you."

He stopped and looked at me, tears welling in his eyes. "I wanted to rip the world apart to find you. Do you understand that? I would've torn it all down if it meant getting you back."

I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest. I could see the pain in his eyes, the raw, unfiltered emotion he was pouring out. "I couldn't live without you," he continued, his voice cracking. "The thought of losing you, of never seeing you again... it fucking killed me, Johnny. It fucking killed me."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his voice was still shaking. "I thought about ending it, you know? If I lost you, I didn't see a point in going on. You mean everything to me, Johnny. Everything. I can't fucking live without you."

I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, my heart aching with the intensity of his words. He was falling apart in front of me, his walls crumbling, and all I could do was stand there, unable to process it all.

"I love you," he said again, his voice barely a whisper now. "I love you so much it fucking hurts. And I can't keep pretending I don't. I can't keep this bottled up anymore."

He stopped pacing and turned to face me, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry for being overprotective, for driving you crazy. But I can't help it. I can't stand the thought of losing you."

He looked at me, his eyes pleading, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "I can't live without you, Johnny. I can't."

I stood there, staring at him, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. I didn't know what to say, how to respond. The weight of his confession hung heavy between us, and all I could do was try to breathe.

"I... I don't know what to say," I whispered, my voice trembling.

He nodded, his expression crumbling. "I shouldn't have said anything," he muttered, shaking his head. "Fuck, I shouldn't have said anything."

He turned and bolted for the door, yanking it open and disappearing into the hallway before I could stop him. I stood there, alone in the room, my heart pounding and my mind reeling.

The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the silence. I sank to the floor, my knees giving out as the full weight of his words crashed over me.

Ghost loved me. He fucking loved me. And I had no idea what to do with that.