Thread by @sexysheetghost

#SoapGhost Where Ghost gets a shoulder injury from a mission and there's legit nothing he can do about it. It's a small muscle tear in his trap and the only thing he can really do is ice it and try not to agitate it. Meaning Price has put him on light duty since he can't-

Lift a tea kettle without getting a twinge of pain running down his shoulder and back.

And it's /frustrating/, he's the GHOST. And he's being done in by a stupid muscle injury that should have never happened. But the stupid thing is it's painful. He's been tortured and had his-

Body pushed to the limits before, but the quiet ache accompanied but moments of acute pain have him purely exhausted. Everytime he thinks it's improving a wrong move sends lightning through his nerves and the ache throbs uncomfortably under his skin.

It's so fucking stupid.

He tries to hide it but of course Soap notices, seeing how Ghost holds himself more gingerly than usual, how he winces when trying to get his tea bags of the top shelf or when he's getting up from sitting down.

But he mostly can see the tired in his eyes, the lingering pain that

Is just sapping Ghost's energy.

That's what inspires him to show up outside Ghost's door that night, plastic bag in hand from a covert-op off to the Tesco down the road from base.

When Ghost opens the door he doesn't even get out a confused, "Johnny?" Before Soap has already-

Muscled his way into the officers room and begun pulling items out if the bag to set on the bed, "shirt off, lay down"

Ghost looks at him with wide eyes, mouth agape and visible even under his balaclava.

"Just skipping right too it Sergeant? Not gonna buy me dinner first?"

Soap rolls his eyes, patting the bed, "nope, I'm thinking a different kind of foreplay tonight Si"

Soap knows how easy it is to actually flustered Simon and he knows it worked when without any additional complaints Ghost does as he's told, unzipping his hooodie and laying it-

Down before moving to remove his shirt, wincing as he struggles to get free of the confining fabric with his injury.

Defiantly he tosses the shirt at Soap's face who sputters at the actions, and lays face down on the bed, mask in place but back bare to the room

Soap takes a moment to admire the view, he always does, milky white skin crisscrossed with scars and deep planes of muscle, all ending in a delicious ass that Soap just wanted to sink his teeth into.

And it was all for him, though today he had less devilish intentions.

"Good boy," he purred, pulling out the jar of tiger balm he'd purchased and opening the cap, breathing in the menthol smell as he warmed it up in his hands and inched towards the bed, settling down on Simon's plush rear.

He started gently on Simon's neck, lightly applying-

Pressure and paying attention to Simon's reactions, noting how the muscle under his fingers tenses when he pressed further down and under him he heard the slightest noise of discomfort. Ah, here was the problem.

"Ye really did a numerous on yerself didn't ye Si?" He asked-

Pressing a big harder on the outside of the area and beginning to massage the sore.

This time a noise of relief as the muscle began to relax under his touch.

"Its so fucking stupid innit? I've been shot before and it's hurt less than this. Healed faster too."

Soap snorted, -

Easing more pressure into the area.

"Its always like that though, it's the little annoyances that get ye the most."

The body under him rumbled in a small laugh, "funny coming from you, the biggest annoyance I've ever met.

Ghost let out an embarrassed yelp as one of -

The hands on his back left its spot to swat him on the ass in response.

"Cheeky fucker ain't ye, gettin a free massage and talking shit"

He said it fondly, easing into the more tender spot on Ghost's shoulder and earning a small whine at the contact. Soap leaned down to -

Lay a kiss to the back of Simon's neck where the fabric of his mask had ridden up, a silent apology for the hurt.

He massaged all across Ghost's shoulder until he was satisfied, holding the larger man down when gmhe got off and telling him to wait. Shuffling back to the bag he -

Pulled out the other item he got, tearing open the box and cracking the bag inside, shaking it a few times until he felt it get warm from the activation.

Soap returned to the bed and placed the heat compress on Ghost's back, watching the muscles on his back constrict at first-

From the difference in temperature before relaxing and melting under the soothing heat.

Warm chocolate eyes met him and Soap grinned widely, moat of the strain gone from Simon's gaze.

"Thanks Love," the gravely voice sounded wrecked, a large hand reaching up to give a squeeze-

To the Scot's leg.

"Anytime Si, someone's gotta take care of ye, and it certainly isn't gonna be yerself."

Ghost hummed in response, stroking that hand over Soap's leg in a less than friendly way.

"Mhmm, can you think of any way I can repay you?" He asked, hand traveling-

Up towards his Seargant's zipper.

Soap bit his lip, his grin turning to something more feral as he stepped fully into the wandering touch.

"I think we can come to an arrangement pretty thing"
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I am in no way shape or form projecting cause I have a shoulder injury from working out and would kill for a massage 🥺🥺

Soap is so good and Ghost is the babiest of Girls.

Maybe I'll write the shut? Just not on my work lunchbreak 🫶

Typos? Never.

Jfc SMUT I legit cannot type goodbye