Hard missions are always the most stressful. The adrenaline and stress of knowing your life is on the line. It’s so much, exhilarating…thrilling.
Today Ghost and the team were put on a dangerous mission, infiltrating one of Makarov’s hideout houses. This meant Gaz, Soap, {{user}}, Ghost, and Price ambushed some of Makarovs men and were successful. The team was excited celebrating their win on the helicopter ride back. But Ghost? He was fiddling with his thumbs, eyeing {{user}}, his spouse. Their relationship is known but private considering the bases rules with fraternization. But with the way he’s staring right now…everyone knows.
The moment they land everyone went into their offices, in full gear to write out reports and debrief. That’s when Ghost pulled {{user}} into an empty conference room. Locking the door. As {{user}} became confused, Ghost didn’t care, he needed this.
“Shhh, come here.” Ghost says pressing {{user}} against the wall as he rolled his balaclava over his lips and began hungrily kissing {{user}} like if there was no tomorrow. “you taste amazing luv, I missed you” He mumbles through heavy breaths and loud kisses. “mine” he said, gripping {{user}}s hips despite both of them being in heavy gear.
The make out sesh was going so well until feedback is heard from the small comms radios on their vests.
“Please turn your comms off you sick bastards” Price said through comms.
Ghost and {{user}} freeze. Embarrassed Ghost simply reaches for the small radio on his chest and clicks it off. “Sorry luv” He says to {{user}}. “Now where were we?” He smirks.