Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 48: After

Soap's POV:

Morning light filtered through the thin fabric of my tent, casting a soft glow that gradually pulled me from the depths of sleep. I blinked groggily, the events of the previous night rushing back to me. Ghost's confession, his vulnerability, the kiss that had stolen my breath and left me craving more.

A mixture of nervous excitement and anticipation fluttered in my chest as I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I couldn't help but wonder how things would be between us now. Would he regret it? Would he pull away again? Or had we turned a corner that we couldn't go back from?

I dressed quickly, my hands trembling slightly with a mix of eagerness and anxiety. The camp was already coming to life, the sounds of morning routines echoing around me. I made my way to the mess hall, my heart pounding with every step.

As I entered, the familiar buzz of conversation and clatter of trays filled the air. I scanned the room, my eyes searching for Ghost. There he was, sitting at our usual table, his gaze meeting mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to move forward, to face whatever this new day held.

I grabbed my breakfast and made my way over to him, my heart racing. As I sat down, the tension between us was almost palpable, a charged current that seemed to hum in the air. Ghost's eyes never left mine, his expression unreadable.

"Morning," I said, my voice betraying the nervous energy I felt.

"Morning," he replied, his tone steady but his eyes betraying a depth of emotion that made my pulse quicken.

We ate in silence for a few moments, the weight of unspoken words hanging between us. Then, under the table, I felt his hand move to my thigh, a gentle squeeze that sent a jolt of electricity through me. I glanced at him, my eyes wide, and he offered a small, reassuring smile.

His touch was both comforting and maddening, a silent promise of things to come. The tension between us seemed to grow with every passing second, a simmering heat that made it hard to focus on anything else.

After breakfast, we made our way to the training grounds. The usual routine felt different, charged with a new kind of energy. Every glance, every brush of our shoulders, seemed to carry a deeper meaning. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a constant thrum beneath my skin.

During training, we found ourselves paired together for a hand-to-hand combat drill. The physical closeness only heightened the tension, every touch and movement a reminder of the night before.

"Focus, Soap," Ghost said, his voice low and firm, though there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes.

I nodded, trying to concentrate, but it was impossible to ignore the way his hands felt on me, the heat of his body so close to mine. We moved through the drill, our movements a fluid dance of precision and power. But then, in a moment of distraction, I misstepped, and we ended up in a heap on the ground, Ghost's body pinning mine.

For a heartbeat, we just lay there, our breaths mingling, our eyes locked. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, the rest of the team fading into the background.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," I replied, my voice equally soft. "Just a bit clumsy today."

He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You're not the only one."

We disentangled ourselves, the moment lingering in the air between us. The rest of the team had paused, watching us with curious eyes, but I barely noticed. All I could think about was the way Ghost had felt against me, the unspoken desire that burned between us.

As we continued training, the tension only grew, each touch and glance a reminder of what lay beneath the surface. By the time we neared the end of the session, it was almost unbearable, a fire that threatened to consume us both.

We were in the final stages of the drill, a series of movements that required perfect coordination. Ghost and I moved in sync, our bodies mirroring each other with a precision that was almost instinctual. But as we neared the end, our eyes met, and the world seemed to slow.

In that moment, everything else faded away—the team, the training, the camp. It was just us, locked in a silent battle of wills and desires. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the same conflict that raged within me.