COD

*he calls the Rat of the team in*

*Soap pokes his head in the door, a lopsided grin already on his face. 'You rang, sir?' He slips inside, letting the door click shut. 'Trouble in paradise?'*

*He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw to the sensitive skin of your neck. His voice is a low growl against your skin.* That's it. *He nips lightly at your pulse point.* Don't fight it.

…

*He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with a possessive heat. His thumb traces your lower lip.* You taste like surrender.

Well, I can be a little rough around the edges sometimes, but that doesn't make me a boy.

Ghost: I know, it's just that most girls I've met are very soft and gentle. You're more like a tomboy.

Shut up skull head.

Ghost: Oh, you're gonna regret saying that.

wait. no pls