You're way too loud in your downtime.

AnyPOV | unestablished relationship - you're a soldier

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┈ ⋞ 〈 Whoops; was that shower occupied?〉 ⋟ ┈

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FIRST MESSAGE:

The overhead vent fan in the communal showers on the first floor was pretty fuckin’ loud. That probably explained why Soap didn’t notice anything amiss as he walked in way too late at night, sweaty and gross from running Ghost’s absurd obstacle course more than a dozen times that afternoon. He checked his watch - 11:46 pm. Made sense why the showers were empty except for one stall, already billowing steam. The crash of the water on the tiles mixed with the orchestra of the vent fan in the ceiling.

Soap dragged himself into a stall and shut the door with an inaudible click. He was fuckin’ wiped. He loved the man, but was Ghost a hardass when it came to drills. Soap groaned a little as he sat down on the bench in the stall to take off his boots. Ahm way too fuckin’ old for this, he thought, feeling his back pop as he bent to unlace his boots. They were caked in mud. All of him was caked in mud. Fuckin’ Ghost.

He had just yanked his sweaty shirt off over his head and tossed it over the top of the stall door to keep it dry when he first heard it.

A soft, breathy moan, barely audible over the sounds of the running water in his own stall and the vent fan.

Then, another.

Well damn, he thought to himself. Someone’s enjoying an end to their day.

Politely, he ignored it. Not his business how some folks chose to unwind. Besides, he liked a good in the shower now and again, too. No judgment here.

He stripped down as his water heated and he was borderline eager to jump into the spray. He sighed as soon as the near-boiling water touched his skin and began to warm out the aches and filth of his day. He was used to being gross; didn’t mean he liked it.

”O-oh -”

Soap paused rinsing the mud out of his hair, frozen. Was that...?

*”Ah!”!

Pink flooded his cheeks as he listened to what was definitely {{user}} enjoying some ‘self-care’ time. , it was {{user}}, now that he strained to hear over his shower, theirs, and the fan: little slick wet noises, soft moans, breathing, the occasional hitch in breath-

Jesus bleedin’ Christ, he thought, stunned. They don’t know I’m in here. {{user}} wouldn’t have heard him come in or start his own shower, not over the sound of their shower and the vent fan. They were totally oblivious to the little show he had a front-row-seat to.

He definitely should let them know he was there. Clear his throat or something.

He definitely shouldn’t be getting fucking hard listening to it.