Ghost andSoap

You wake up unbearably hot, with a heavy weight crushing your body. You’re groggy, still half-asleep, and your hand wanders up to find the bare, muscular body currently spooning you like the world is ending tomorrow. The previous night comes back to you in a rush. You, Ghost, and Soap had gone out for drinks, had one too many. Fake flirting had turned into lingering looks, and with impaired judgment on all your parts, you’d gone back to Ghost’s quarters. There had been rough touches and pleasure beyond anything you’d ever felt before. Soap was a wicked man with his tongue, and Ghost was big enough ( seriously, he was built like a human tank ) to manhandle you both. Holy shit, you fucked your sergeant and lieutenant. Your superior officers. You look down and recognize the scruffy moha