(NSFW) March Reward #3 (Patreon)

It probably hadn't been such a good idea not to delete the photo from the group chat after all.

As so often, that night he fled from his nightmares and trudged to the cafeteria kitchen to make himself some tea. There he met Soap, who was looking for a midnight snack. It wasn't unusual for them to run into each other here—but today there was a different tension in the air.

Pent-up energy, since the first day they met. Ready to explode as soon as someone says something wrong.

Maybe Ghost had sent the photo to the chat on purpose? He didn't know. He didn’t know how he could have gotten so lost in deep blue eyes.

He also didn't know how it could have happened that the two of them suddenly ended up entwined against the kitchen wall. He didn't question anything. The valve was open, and it was impossible to close it again.

Mission after mission, on nights full of adrenaline and exhaustion, whenever the tension became too great, they both knew where to find each other. It became a silent agreement, a pattern that emerged naturally.