The base was eerily silent as Ghost and I walked inside. The only sound was the faint hum of the heating system and our footsteps echoing in the empty halls. The others were already asleep, leaving the place feeling like a ghost town. The tension from earlier still hung in the air, heavy and electric.
"I need to change for bed," I said, my voice sounding too loud in the quiet. "Gonna head to the locker room."
"I'll come too," Ghost replied, his voice calm but carrying an undertone that sent shivers down my spine.
We made our way to the locker room, the darkness and silence wrapping around us. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as we stepped inside. The room was dimly lit by a single overhead light, casting long shadows over the benches and lockers.
l assumed Ghost was doing his own thing, so I reached down to take my shirt off. But just as my fingers touched the hem, I felt his presence behind me.
His hands gently took mine away from the fabric, and he slowly slid his own hands under my shirt. The touch of his skin against mine was electrifying, sending a jolt through my body.
He lifted my shirt off, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The fabric slipped over my head and was tossed to the side, leaving my torso bare and exposed. My heart raced, pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.
His hands found their way to my waist, firm and steady, guiding me to turn around and face him. I looked up, meeting his intense gaze. A bead of sweat trickled down my temple, my breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts.
Ghost's eyes were dark and focused, filled with a mix of desire and determination. He slowly backed me into the wall of lockers, his hands never leaving my waist. The cold metal pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.
His hand trailed up my bare torso, fingers brushing lightly over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He stopped at my adam's apple, his thumb pressing gently against it before continuing up to my face.
He placed his thumb on my bottom lip, his fingers cupping my chin. The touch was both tender and possessive, sending another wave of shivers through me. He lifted my head slightly, making sure I was looking directly at him. His eyes flicked down to my lips, then back to my eyes, a silent question hanging between us.
I was frozen, completely captivated by his presence. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a mix of fear, desire, and anticipation. Ghost's hands moved down to my jeans, his fingers deftly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. The slow, high-pitched zip sound seemed to echo in the quiet room, heightening the tension.
He tugged the jeans down my legs, his movements deliberate and unhurried. I was going crazy, every nerve in my body on high alert. Sweat trickled down my face, my breath coming in heavy, ragged bursts. Ghost, in contrast, seemed completely calm, his focus entirely on me.
I kept completely quiet, not trusting my voice to stay steady. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and I felt like I was on the edge of something profound and irrevocable. The silence stretched, filled only with the sound of our breathing and the pounding of my heart.
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Unseen | Ghost x Soap
Fanfiction⚠️ NSFW warning ⚠️ In POV of both Ghost and Soap In the gritty and unforgiving world of elite military operations, two soldiers find themselves bound by a connection that defies logic and morality. "Unseen" follows the harrowing journey of Ghost an...
