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A fading in click of the fingers made your eyes snap open, your fist already in the air. Stopped thankfully as you registered it was Soap. He held your wrist a mere inch away from his face, "Fuck Rookie, relax a little, I'm sure every time I've woken you up I've been swung at." he grins.
You groan, closing your eyes once again as your body relaxes. "What is it sir?" you mutter, already getting ready to sleep again.
"Is this your fruit salad?" he whispers.
"Mhm" you murmur, "Save me some if you're going to have some..." you add, your mind already falling back asleep as your words fade into incoherent mumbles.
"It's hers Johnny, put it back." Ghost grunts. His voice makes your eyes open, and you see him with his eyes still shut in front of you. You're between him and the back of the couch, your frame fitting on the furniture, his not doing the same.
You head rests on one of his arms, facing against his chest as it folds around you like a little barricade, his fingertips lightly on your back just below your shoulders. His other arm is over top of you.
The comfortable weight on your waist as his hand holds your lower back, you look at Ghost and then Soap. Soap grins and you scowl, sitting up with a wince at the bright sun. "You two might wanna detangle before skipper sees' ya both." he says.
"He's over in the major's department." he adds, an amused smile on his lips as his eyes are above you. Even you can feel the mess of hair on your head.
"Yeah, shut up." you mutter patting it down. Your eyes travel down to Ghost, you go to shake him gently but as your hand reaches his ribs he snatches your wrist, opening his eyes. You furrow your brows, feeling the tight hold.
Soap is quick to insert himself before an odd and unknown tension falls upon you both, his reaction wasn't something you expected. Maybe he was ticklish. "Cmon Lt, we got things to discuss with Laswell yeah?" Soap says and gives a light chuckle.
He looks much more alive than yesterday, and his light humor has filtered through. Ghost drops your wrist, getting up as he grabs his gear, tensing his muscles slightly. You watch him with your confusion knit brows, but he avoids your gaze.
You look at Soap for help, but he offers you a smile instead passing you over the fruit salad. You watch as he gets his gear on in a quick few seconds, walking towards the door with Soap tailing him, none of them looking back.
You watch as they exit the door, Soap's head turning to his left before following Ghost right, Keegan walks in from the left, watching them both before he looks over at the kitchen, his eyes do a double take back to you.
"Oh, morning rookie." he says changing his course of action and heading towards you. He chuckles, sitting opposite you on the coffee table. "You look like you just woke up"
You narrow your eyes, "Who would've guessed." you mumble standing up and stretching. You flex your fingers, looking at Keegan who seems lost in thought as his blank gaze focuses out the window.
You snap a finger in front of his eyes, and they shift to you, his mutual expression offering a smile as you grab your things from beside him. It didn't take a genius to realize Ghost wasn't cold last night, simply deceiving you into rest.
You tighten the straps of your vest and adjust a few things in your belt before huffing gently, hands on hips as you look tired. Your body still waking up slowly, "How's my hair look?" you ask.
"Close resemblance to a lions mane rookie." Keegan grins, patting your shoulder as he stands up himself. You glare at him, only entertaining his amusement more while you both walk towards the other side of the common room.
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Ghosts Broken Mask
Fanfiction'You heard it. The soft crying of a male and you knew who it was. Ghost, your Lieutenant. It was coming from the closet in the HQ hallways. His intimidating and harsh demeanor you'd always known had vanished as you heard his sobs. Hours earlier in...
