Little Shadow in the Snow

I woke up with a crick in my neck and the deep weight of utter exhaustion. On any other day, I would have given up and taken a nap first thing. But today I was vested with the responsibility of a fucking behemoth of a man who refused to take his mask off.

I stood, my body made it sound like I had pop rocks in every joint as I stretched. Ghost slept as soundly as he had when I last saw him, but Soap was nowhere to be seen. I assumed he was out scoping the perimeter to ensure we hadn't been followed last night. I hadn't even considered the track of blood Ghost must've tailed. We were in luck that the biggest snowstorm yet was underway. We had actually decided to execute surveillance on the nearby base last night because we weren't sure when we would next be able to venture out.

Ghost hadn't so much as twitched through the night, laying exactly as I'd left him. The blankets had slid from the top of his back off the side of the couch, though. I took the time to look-respectfully-at his physic. His back was fucking massive. As in I could curl into a ball and sleep on it massive. Most of it was covered by the most detailed dragon tattoo I'd ever seen. He really was lucky that the bullet had embedded itself just above and to the left of the dragon's head. He was most certainly the finest specimen I'd ever laid eyes on, seconded only by Soap.

Begrudgingly, I tore my eyes away from him and made my way toward the kitchen. I heated up some hearty chicken soup and filled three more water bottles to set down next to him before I went about my own human needs.

By the time I had used the restroom, brushed my teeth, and quickly administered a whore's bath, I was anxious to get back to him. I'd hardly stepped out of the bathroom before I had to start yelling.

"What on god's green earth you fucking dumbass sit your ass down so fucking help me I'll shoot you in both legs!"

"You know that wouldn't keep me down either." He huffed as I pushed his shoulders down so he wouldn't get up. It was likely the only time I would be able to do this seeing as he could barely keep his head upright let alone stand. "For fuck's sake I've got to piss."

"I'm not appreciating the attitude, Lutinent," I muttered and turned around, "Alright, come on, sweetheart. Put them arms over my shoulders and we'll get you there."

He didn't comment on my command, and for that I was grateful. Heavy arms wrapped around my neck loosely before I felt all two and a half hundred pounds weigh on my back.

"There we go, darlin," I grunted, "Let's get you to the toilet."

"You gonna hold my dick for me too, Shadow?"

"Hardy har har." I rolled my eyes.

We made it safely, and I somehow managed to get him seated on the toilet. I allowed him some privacy to get his pants down and piss before redoing the process. We made our way back to the sofa and I allowed him to sit up as he ate the soup and drank the water, but by the time we got him situated I could tell he barely had it in him to keep his eyes open. Even so, he dutifully rolled up the bottom of his mask and started eating and drinking.

"Not that I'm complaining, but don't you think this will make the bathroom trips way more frequent?"

I nodded. "I fucking hope so. You lost around three fucking pints of blood. That's thirty percent of your blood supply and two point three percent of your total body weight. Damn straight I'm gonna stuff you with fluids as much as humanly possible."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Shut the fuck up." I was all of a sudden envious of his mask. My cheeks burned as he smirked weakly at me, the scars on his cheeks pulling the skin taught and leaving it relaxed in all the wrong places. "And I know you probably want a fillet instead of chicken soup, but honestly I wasn't sure you'd have the energy to chew."