let's explore that voice for sex a lil more. something maybe about a comms channel left open? something overheard?
The mission is over, technically. Thankfully. Because there's no way that Gaz is maintaining any kind of situational awareness with Ghost huffing and grunting in his ear like this.
At first, he'd thought the sniper was running, had almost made a joke about him getting old and soft from laying about in a nest all day. Hell, the heat is getting to him, too; he's sweating so much he's been fantasizing about a cold shower.
Well all of that comes to a screeching halt when Ghost pants "Gaz, Kyle. Fuck." then grunts like it comes from deep in his belly.
Gaz's brain goes from fantasizing to fantasizing real quick. He imagines the way that tattooed forearm flexes, this his other hand must still be on his service weapon, just in case. Would he still be wearing his gloves? Was cum running down his bare and broken knuckles?
His voice breaks, and he has to clear his throat to answer. "Ghost?
"Fuckin' - " Ghost swears, and things jostle and crack like something's fallen. "The 'ell are you doin' on this channel?"
"It's the same channel we've been on," Gaz points out. His heart races, and he knows, knows, he's playing with fire, but he can't help but ask, "You, uh, you need help over there?"
He'd think Ghost had gone dark if he couldn't hear him still panting like he'd run a marathon. But eventually, he says - growls really - "You wanna 'elp me, Pretty Boy?"
Kyle's whole body goes hot and cold and hot again. He'd be lying if he said that getting a nickname from Ghost hadn't been the highlight of his year, that he'd imagined it being whispered in his ear, just like this. He licks his lips, opens his mouth -
"Not on this channel, he doesn't," Kate interjects, and her dry voice is a bucket of ice water in Kyle's veins.
