“Johnny…” Said man hummed as he exited the bathroom, yelping when strong arms suddenly settled around his waist and pulled him into an equally strong chest. Soap took a moment to calm his heart, pulling the towel from his head so he could scowl at the man still holding onto him from behind.
The sight of a barefaced Simon threw him off guard though, the sight making Soap pause before his tirade had even begun. It used to be a rare occurrence to see Simon without his mask – the man always cagey and protective over his identity and face – and though Soap had completely understood, it had never stopped him from wishing that he would be able to see it more.
After a while though Simon had slowly gotten more comfortable with him, especially once they had actually started dating. It was like a switch was flipped once the Brit realised Soap wasn’t going anywhere, the man becoming infinitely more relaxed and open about showing his face behind closed doors. Despite that Johnny still got caught off guard every single time, stopping short in what he was doing and taking the moment to just openly stare.
Simon never minded apparently, merely staring back at Johnny and smiling softly at him. Every time it happened Johnny had to pinch himself to make sure it was real, double check that the usually stoic man really was smiling at him so openly and with so much naked emotion in his features. Like right now for example.
Soap finally snapped out of his thoughts, tilting his head slightly as he brought a hand up to gently trace against the corner of Ghost’s Glasgow scar, “What’d ya need Si?”
Said man merely shrugged, arms tightening around Johnny’s waist and pulling him impossibly close, “Nothin’. Just wanted to hold you.”
The shorter of the two huffed a fond laugh, bringing one hand up to cup the side of Simon’s face, his own softening into a lovestruck smile as the Brit leant into his touch. How could he refuse a request like that?










