@onlycodcanjudgeme
little wip I started this morning, cause I couldn’t get Soap getting way to excited (and horny) over explosions and Ghost maaayyyyybe liking it a bit too much out of my head♥
Every demolition specialist Ghost had met in his military career had been a bit of a nutjob. The moment he had seen Soap around an explosion for the first time, he knew that guy was a very special breed. From the start of their briefings when Soap would be told to blow something up to the very end when flames would devour the skies, Ghost had started to watch him. How he would suck in a sharp breath when his skills would be mentioned and needed during a mission, to the constant twitching of his fingers. Soap would be nervous enough to almost infect Ghost with it. The first time this had happened, Ghost feared for the success of their mission but despite Soap skittish excitement he did an excellent job. Everything had been set up perfectly. Not too much, not too little. Perfect timing all around. a true master at his skill.
But then he had seen Soap face to face during an explosion. They were just on their way back to exfil, when Soap suddenly turned back around to watch the place go up in flames. Ghost wanted to push him to keep walking but the sheer look on Soap’s face had made him stop. The weird crooked grin that only grew wider with the flames in the distance. How Ghost could hear his trembling breath even a few steps away and few pearls of sweat running down his face and neck. The short laugh Soap had let out was ingrained in Ghost’s memory from that moment on. Dark, and chopped up by his breathing. The complete opposite to Soap's usual open and heartfelt laughter. He had just kept staring at the man, not being able to pry his eyes off Soap, just like Soap couldn’t turn away from the aftermath of the explosion. Only Price’s voice through their comms had gotten Ghost back to reality. He called out for Soap to leave but no answer was given. Soap had been completely transfixed and Ghost swore he saw the fire reflecting in his eyes even for just a moment. When he had reached out to grab Soap and force him to come with him, it was the first time in a very long while that Ghost had felt something like unease for his comrade. Soap’s eyes were completely dark and blown out when they stared back at Ghost. His mouth was hanging open slightly and Ghost swore to this day he saw blood on his lips where Soap had bit himself in excitement. This look on Soap’s face just felt unnatural. Ghost could still vividly remember how suddenly disarmed he felt even with his rifle still in hand. Like Soap could just crush him like a little twig. Without another word Soap’s face suddenly had relaxed slightly and they finally set into motion again, away from the destroyed base.
