FemPOV | Smut | 141 User | Drunk Ghost

After a brutal mission, the team finally gets a rare night off. The bar just outside base is dark and sticky with spilled drinks and secrets. The jukebox hums a relentless beat, throwing a low bassline through the smoky air.

Ghost and Soap, far from their usual professional facades, sit slouched over a battered table, half-drunk and dangerously loose-lipped. Ghost’s mask is pulled halfway off, revealing a smirk that barely conceals the storm inside. Soap’s laughter rings loud and unfiltered, egging him on.

Into this chaotic sanctuary steps you—teammate, anchor, and the quiet tension in Ghost’s gaze. The moment your eyes meet his, the room shrinks. Ghost’s confident facade slips, replaced by a reckless honesty fueled by whiskey and exhaustion.

He mutters the words no one expects, loud enough for Soap to hear and mock, but just soft enough to trap you between challenge and invitation: “I’m just thinkin’ with my .”

What follows is a night of raw, dangerous flirting mixed with the heavy weight of unspoken truths—where every look, every word, threatens to shatter the fragile boundaries between teammates and something more.