Unseen | Ghost x Soap

Chapter 60: Promises

Soap's POV:

The room was silent, wrapped in the kind of stillness that only comes in the dead of night. I lay in Ghost's arms, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. His presence was a comfort, a sanctuary from the storm that brewed in my mind. The mission loomed ahead of us, but here, in this moment, it felt distant—like it was part of another world.

Ghost's hand moved gently across my back, tracing slow circles that lulled me into a state of calm. I closed my eyes, focusing on the warmth of his body, the way his breath felt against the top of my head. It was moments like these that made everything worth it, that made all the pain and chaos of our lives fade into the background.

After a while, I felt Ghost shift slightly, his hand coming up to cradle my face. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as his thumb brushed across my cheek. I opened my eyes, looking up at him, and our gazes locked. There was something raw and unguarded in his eyes, something that made my heart tighten in my chest.

"I love you so much, Johnny," he whispered, his voice low and rough with emotion.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, filled with a depth of feeling that left me breathless. I could see the truth of it in his eyes, in the way he looked at me like I was the most important thing in the world. "I love you too, Simon," I whispered back, my voice trembling with the weight of everything I felt for him.

For a moment, we just lay there, staring at each other, the silence between us thick with unspoken words. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice barely more than a murmur. "Promise me you'll be careful out there."

"I promise," I said, the words coming easily, even though I knew they were just that—words. In our line of work, there were no guarantees. I was terrified of something happening to him, of losing him. But I couldn't let him see that. I had to be strong for both of us.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, wrapped up in each other, clinging to this moment of peace before everything changed. Eventually, I whispered against his chest, "We should get back to bed. If the team finds us like this in the morning..."

He let out a soft, almost amused huff. "Screw it, Johnny. It doesn't matter what the team thinks. No one's going to see us."

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. He was right, of course. It was late, and the base was quiet. The rest of the team was likely fast asleep, unaware of what was happening here in this dimly lit room. But there was a certain thrill in the secrecy, in the idea that this was ours alone, something that no one else could touch.

Reluctantly, Ghost shifted beneath me, easing me off of him as he got to his feet. He pulled up his boxers and pants, buckling them with practiced ease, his movements slow and deliberate. There was a certain tenderness in the way he moved, a carefulness that made my chest ache.

Once he was dressed, he turned to me and reached down, his fingers brushing against my skin as he helped me put my shirt back on. He buttoned it up slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and there was something so intimate about the way he did it—like this was something sacred, something that needed to be handled with care.

When he was done, he crouched down, pulling up my pants and fastening them with the same careful precision. The entire time, he held my gaze, his dark eyes filled with something that I couldn't quite name. When he was finished, he stood up and walked over to the door, locking it quietly before returning to the couch.

He sat down beside me and reached both hands behind my back, gently pulling me on top of him as he lay back against the cushions. My head rested on his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath my ear. One of his hands found its way to my head, fingers threading through my hair, while the other rubbed soothing circles on my back.

For a long time, we just lay there, the closeness between us speaking volumes. I could feel the depth of our connection, how far we'd come since the day we met. We had been through so much together—missions, close calls, moments when it felt like the world was falling apart around us. And yet here we were, still standing, still fighting. Still in each other's arms.

"Do you remember when we first met?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

I laughed softly. "How could I forget? You looked like you wanted to kill me."

"You were a cocky little shit," he teased, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my skin. "Always trying to prove yourself."

"And you were the cold, silent type," I retorted, poking him lightly in the ribs, "too cool to give me the time of day."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Guess we've both changed."

He nodded slightly, and then he pulled me closer, cradling me against his chest as we drifted off to sleep, our bodies pressed together, hearts beating in sync.

(Morning)

The first thing I became aware of was the soft touch of Ghost's fingers on my face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he traced the line of my jaw and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Ghost's face, his dark eyes filled with a tenderness that made my chest ache. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

For a moment, I just stared at him, a wave of anxiety washing over me as the realization hit me. The mission was today. The thought sent a jolt of fear through me, but I pushed it down, trying to focus on the here and now. It was still early, and the rest of the team was likely still asleep. We had a few more moments to ourselves before the world intruded.

I groaned softly, a childish whine escaping my lips as I stuffed my face into the crook of Ghost's neck. "I'm tired," I mumbled, my voice muffled against his skin. I didn't want to get up, didn't want to face the reality of what was waiting for us.

Ghost chuckled lightly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "You're always tired," he teased, his fingers trailing down my spine, stopping at the hem of my shirt. He slipped his hand under the fabric, tracing patterns on my bare skin.

His touch was soothing, calming the storm that raged inside me. For a while, we just lay there, the silence between us comfortable, filled with a sense of peace that I knew wouldn't last. Eventually, Ghost brought his hand up to my face, tilting my chin up so I was looking at him.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us moved, the air between us thick with unspoken words. Then, slowly, Ghost leaned in and kissed me. It started out gentle, a soft brush of lips that quickly deepened into something more. I clung to him, my hands gripping his shoulders as the kiss grew more intense, more desperate.

Ghost's hands moved down my back, pulling me closer as his lips moved against mine. I could feel the heat between us, the way our bodies responded to each other. I dug my nails into his skin, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the kiss grew more and more heated.

Finally, Ghost pulled back, panting heavily as he rested his forehead against mine. "We can't," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "We have to go."

"I know," I replied breathily, "I know," but I couldn't stop myself from leaning in for one more kiss, desperate to savor the moment, to hold onto this connection for as long as I could. The mission loomed ahead of us, and I knew this was the last time we'd be alone before everything changed.

We kept kissing for a few more seconds, clinging to each other as if we could stave off the inevitable. But eventually, the moment passed, and reality settled in. The mission awaited, and with it, all the dangers that came with our line of work.

But for now, in this brief moment of peace, I let myself get lost in him, in the feel of his lips against mine, in the way his hands held me like I was something precious. Because no matter what happened out there, no matter what the future held, I knew one thing for certain: this, right here, was everything.