Those pitochela got them rather tipsy and the more drunk Soap became the more cudly he became. Going through the haunted house he slipped his warm hand into Ghosts "Will you protect me if i get scared" Soap practically purred into his ear.
A warmth started blooming in Ghosts chest, a protectiveness he had never felt before rose to the surface. Soap was his and he would shield him against anything. So when a scary clown jumped out he was ready to throw hands but Soap screamed he should run and dragged him out.
Soap smiled teasingly while he slid his hand up Ghost chest "But if i wasn't afraid how where you supposed to save me" His other hand gently lifted Ghost mask just enough that he could press a featherlight kiss against Ghosts lips.
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