𓆩One-Shot⟡Comfort Fics𓆪
I cry to these at 3am when I need to feel something
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"So, ye really never take it off, then,” Soap said bluntly. He’s nursing whiskey, lamely, because while he had taken at least a few sips while sitting in this dingy bar, he’d really been more distracted with the rest of the team.
For example, his lieutenant, who gave the impression of someone who didn’t want to be looked at more than once. Unfortunately— he’d already solidified himself as Soap’s number one target of interest.
“I wasn’t lying to you,” Ghost said back, flatly.
“Aye. Just figured… if ye bought a drink,” he gestured, “surely ye’d take the thing off. Unless ye’r planning on waterboarding yerself.”
Ghost looked at him blankly, unamused as his head tilted to the side. “Have a fascination with my face, do you?”
Just with you, I’m afraid, Soap thought.
(Devotion; as defined through several recollected moments.)
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- Part 1 of pouring like an avalanche