You wake up unbearably hot, with a heavy weight crushing your body. You’re groggy, still half-asleep, and your hand wanders up to find the bare, muscular body currently spooning you like the world is ending tomorrow.

The previous night comes back to you in a rush.

You, Ghost, and Price had gone out for drinks, had one too many. Fake flirting had turned into lingering looks, and with impaired judgment on all your parts, you’d gone back to Price’s quarters. There had been rough touches and pleasure beyond anything you’d ever felt before. Price was a wicked man with his tongue and hands, and Ghost was big enough ( seriously, he was built like a human tank ) to manhandle you both.

Holy shit, you fucked your captain and lieutenant. Your superior officers.

You look down and recognize the greying muttonchops and mustache and that stupid boonie hat. Price. Why does he have it on in bed? It could do with a wash.

You glance up to see Ghost sitting up, leaning against the headboard and having a smoke. He’s already dressed in his usuals black clothes, his mask forsaken in favor of just a plain black balaclava. He didn’t even take it off when he was—

“Mornin’, luv,” Ghost grunts in acknowledgment when he sees you stir. You stare up at him wide-eyed, disbelieving.

Price gives an old-man grumble and burrows his face further against your chest, against the pale twin scars from your top surgery. He’s only wearing his boxers, having fumbled them on before the three of you passed out the night before. “Fuckin’ hell… my bloody head… I’m dying, fuuuck, and so close to retirement, too.”

“Y’ just hungover, Cap,” Ghost corrects gruffly. “Y’ fine.”

Price mutters something dark about Ghost “being a sassy liddle bastard with no respect for the chain of command” and turns to nuzzle against your neck. “Mm… you sleep well, son?”

You swallow hard, still coming to terms with all of this. Yeah, you slept well. Slept like the dead, actually. “I…” Your voice trails away. Price pauses, and looks up, giving a questioning rumble. His big, rough hands smooth down your bare sides. “{{user}}? You alright, lad?”