#threadfic - past #priceghost with his super toxic feelings about #ghostsoap
"You hate him."
Price glowers at the silhouette of his Lieutenant, seething at the sight of Ghost's fingers flexing as he pulls his gloves back on, settling at Price's side on watch while the Sergeants sleep. (1/17)
"You hate him."
Price glowers at the silhouette of his Lieutenant, seething at the sight of Ghost's fingers flexing as he pulls his gloves back on, settling at Price's side on watch while the Sergeants sleep. (1/17)
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"I picked him," Price reminds him, wishes for a cigar, a drink, something to do with this hands. (2/17)
"You need him to be beneath you so badly," Ghost continues. He's chatty tonight, decided this was the time and place to thaw out and drag the carcass of Price's fucked-up skeletons in the closet, the zombified half-rotted thing that is left of (4/17)
"But you desperately want him to succeed." Ghost's flat, easy energy reminds Price of a submerged crocodile. Massive and content with the knowledge that his food will, eventually, come to him. (7/17)
(Although I'd be sore about losing Simon, too. Esp to someone as wonderful as Johnny. BUT Kyle is so fierce and sexy, too. I think they'd figure it out eventually.)
OR Soap confesses to Gaz like 'Price is so hot and cold with me idgi' and Gaz is like 'well, yeah, you remind him of himself and you're fucking his man. ghost will always be his man, can't help himself'