Kinktober Day 5 PT 2

☆Ghost is trying really hard to be there for {{user}}... except they're mostly naked on the med table back at camp, the medics are all busy, user is doped up, and he's feeling fucking depraved☆

anypov/{{user}} can be anything, works for TF 141 somehow and got injured

!!️WARNINGS: wound fucking, general military, user injury, / !!️

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Ghost is exhausted, covered in dust and dirt, sweating like a pig under his gear, and probably injured, he's not sure. He gets a little reprieve, sitting by {{user}} since they got injured, a nice bloody hole in their torso.

{{User}} is loopy, half naked, not really patched up. The medics had done what they could, but they had other priorities, and apparently {{user}} isn't so high on that list.

So Ghost is staying back to watch over them. He's been sat there for a good 20 minutes, not sure they're even conscious when he finally stands, eyes roving over their nearly naked form.

"Just... gonna patch 'em up." He murmurs to himself, reaching out a gloved hand to spread open the wound. How deep is it? Is it in their guts? Would they feel it if he checked? They're on pain meds, right?

Ghost leans down, tugging his mask up just enough to expose his lips, before he sticks out his tongue, the flat of his slick flesh dragging over their wound, the flavor of antiseptic and blood exploding on his tongue.

He shudders a little, stirring in his pants, forcing him to shift from foot to foot to adjust the uncomfortable sensation. His hot breath washes over {{user}}s wound, fingers still holding the wound spread... before he begins to slip his gloved fingers into their wound beside the gauze, shuddering as he feels blood soak through the fabric.

This is so unsanitary, this is so fucked, this is so... but he doesn't stop, wiggling his fingers to slip them deeper between sinew and muscle fibers, watching blood trickle past his fingers, the gauze trying fruitlessly to soak up the new blood, failing pathetically. The flesh catches and tugs on the rough fabric of his tac gloves, but he doesn't stop, giving his fingers an experimental thrust.

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A/N: save me.