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It had been a long day; exhausting, frustrating, and an endless mound of paperwork Simon was sure was rotting his brain. It was his least favorite part about working in such an elite operative unit. There were many privileges this life afforded him on and off the field, but one of the greatest burdens also existed in his on-base life. God, at this point he would rather take a bullet to the shoulder than file another mission report.
As he sat with his head in his hands, looking down at the desk he heard the door open in the front room; the sound of happy tapping paws on the tile floor and familiar voices in the hall could only mean one thing. Soap and Hellhound had returned home, letting her massive black shepard off his leash to trot happily down the hall, presumably to find Riley in the other room for some much needed rest. And yet, despite how her loyal working dog was exhausted from a day of training, his human counterpart still had far too much energy left in her body and brain. A fact that was only exacerbated by Johnny’s ever-excited playful personality. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, in fact it was a feature about her Simon often found quite endearing and encouraged in both his partners. Soap and Hellhound were quite kindred spirits, playing off each other's energies in a way Ghost often couldn’t always keep up with but loved to watch.
But there were days like today where their enthusiasm was overwhelming, even for him. And today was certainly beginning to seem like one of those days. She bounded down the hallway, peaking into Simon’s office before walking over to where he sat in his chair, perching herself up on his desk as if he had no other work to do besides give her his attention.
“Come on, Simon it’s time to be done for the day”
He tried his best to suppress a frustrated sigh as she leaned forward to kiss him, pushing up his balaclava to rest on the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t her fault he was so aggravated really, he knew he should just let it go and melt into her affections as he so often did. It would’ve been so easy under any other circumstances, her sweet voice and gentle caress would’ve been enough to pull him back from the brink of death on any other day but today. But he was stuck. Having one of those days where his mind was so fixated on just getting whatever task was giving him so much grief finished he couldn’t do anything else until then. He couldn’t help but try and keep his distance, at least for a little while longer…
“Not now, pup I still have to work for a bit.” He squeezed her thigh affectionately before resuming the reports he was filling out, hoping that would be enough to placate her and have her go find something else to keep her mind occupied.
Usually he could count on Soap to help be that distraction for him, the two of them keeping each other busy while he was able to deal with whatever was on his plate. He considered this one of the greatest privileges of having two partners. It afforded him the opportunity to keep them sheltered from his bouts of frustration and necessary solitude. He could protect them from the burdens of mundanity and mind numbing grunt work with the distraction of each other. But some days, there was nothing that could replace his attention in their eyes. And as he saw the glance exchanged between the man in his doorway and the girl sitting comfortably on his desk, he could tell that today was one of those days.
“Siiiimooon” She whined, giving her best puppy dog eyes and leaning against his papers just enough to push them out of his reach. Meanwhile, Soap made his way across the room to wrap his arms around Ghost’s shoulders from behind his chair. “You promised you’d be done with this when we came home today. We missed you.”
“Yeah, come on L.T., we’re way more fun than any of this shite.” Johnny spoke playfully in his ear while pressing soft kisses along his jawline.
Simon let out a sigh, putting down his pen on the desk and running his hand down his face in an exacerbated huff. He was really giving it his all not to lose his temper, but they were pushing him. He’d love to give them the benefit of the doubt and say they weren’t doing this to him on purpose, but that would be a bold-faced lie. They were better at reading his emotions than anyone in the world, and what’s worse is Johnny had seen him like this plenty of times before. And yet he still chose to push him closer and closer to that edge. They were trying to rile him up, make him lose his cool, and it was working. He couldn’t think with the two of them like this, desperately trying to pull his attention away from his work and-
Oh my god was she really climbing into his lap right now?
Kissing along his neck, leaning up to hold his jaw in her hands as she kissed him. Fuck it was distracting… It was working for a minute there. Every thought leaving his mind besides the feeling of his two partners' affections pulling him out of that fixated mindset and right to their needs and desires. That was until he heard a soft chuckle come from Johnny behind him, and he was reminded of exactly what they were doing.
In one fluid motion he stood up, hands slipping under her thighs and holding her tight against him before laying her back down on the desk, pinning her beneath him. The look in his eyes was something to fear, dark and threatening as he loomed over her. She couldn’t help but smile and bite her lip, her legs still wrapped firmly around his waist trying to get him closer. She ran her hands up and over his chest trying to lean up and kiss him, but Simon was faster. He grabbed her wrists in his hands, pushing her back down against the desk.
“She’s really got you riled up today, huh Simon?” Soap chuckled behind them, leaning against the back of the desk chair with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Don’t even start with me right now, Johnny.” Simon growled as he turned to look at Soap, holding both her wrists with one hand as he motioned for the man to come closer. “Make yourself useful and hold her hands for me."
“With pleasure.” Soap walked around the desk quickly, assuming all too soon that things were going to go his way. “Have I ever mentioned how good you look like this, love?” He teased, looking down at her as one of his hands took the place of Simons, using his other hand to tilt her chin back to look up at him.
Ghost stepped back, sliding open the drawer of his desk and pulling a long silver chain from within. He looked back at her, holding it between his fingers and smiled at Soap, who was already antsy with anticipation and tilted her chin back down to see what Simon was bringing up to her neck.
“Head up, pup.” he spoke sternly, not an inch of wiggle room for disobedience or snarky comebacks.
She did as she was told, letting Simon slip the silver chain around her neck, facing the larger jump ring forward to rest between her collarbones. Soap busied himself with the clasp at the back of her neck, securing the collar around her throat and giving a gentle tug to make sure it was sturdy. She let out a little whine of surprise at his action, breaking her intense eye contact with Simon for just a moment to stare daggers at Soap, who feigned innocence with a coy smile.
Simon wasn’t having it, their game ends on his terms now. If they wanted to play, he'd play… but he was going to make the rules. He hooked his finger through the ring on her collar, pulling her slightly up off the desk as he leaned over her. His voice was low, rumbling through his chest in a way that sent a shiver up her spine. For just a moment she felt a flutter in her stomach, only exacerbating the growing ache between her legs. Maybe they really had pushed him too far. It took a lot to get Simon this intensely worked up, typically opting for a softer approach, leaving the rough and demanding pace to Soap. It had been Johnny who had originally bought the collar with much filthier intentions than just showing off that she belonged to them; though Simon instantly loved the way it looked on her… and made that clear quite often. But this was more than his usual loving gaze, that sweet adoration in his eyes entirely replaced with something darker, more primal…
“Listen up, because I’m only going to say this once.” His voice was stern, clear and commanding as if he were talking to her and Johnny as his soldiers, and not as his partners.
Oh they were so fucked…
She had a feeling she knew what was about to happen, and she could feel her body already tingling, hair standing on end in anticipation. They had definitely pushed him too far, and the jury was still out if the punishment would be worth the crime. Her gaze flickered up towards Johnny for a moment, and she could see that he was thinking similarly. Another mistake on their part. Ghost clicked his tongue, pulling on her collar again to draw their attention back to him.
“I’m going to give you a five minute head start, and then I’m going to hunt. you. down.” She wished desperately that she had the control to keep the small whimper from escaping her, but she didn’t. The smile that crossed Simon’s lips as he looked down at her made her instantly weak in the knees
“Johnny here is going to help me find you. If I catch you… scratch that, when I catch you, I get to do whatever I want with you. As for him,” Simon inclined his head towards Soap, “ he better find you before I do, or he gets nothing .”
He let the loop of the collar slip from his finger before he backed up away from her, motioning for Soap to let go of her hands before he crossed his arms over his chest. Looking down at her with just his eyes showing through the hole of his balaclava was a sight both she and Johnny would never get tired of.
“Do I make myself clear?” Soap nodded silently, bracing himself against the desk as his heart pounded in anticipation. His favorite game… and one he wasn’t planning on losing. Not when the stakes were so high.
“Yes.” She spoke quickly, her voice suddenly sounding so small in Ghost’s intimidating presence.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.” she sat up, her bare feet stepping down onto the floor from the desk. She could feel her hear trate quickening, her hands shaking as if trying to find somewhere, anywhere to let out this excess of energy before she started sprinting.
“Christ you make it look so easy Simon… look at her already…” Soap cursed as he watched the way his partner's gaze raked over her body, the way her chest rose and fell quickly breathing heavily already. It was nearly enough to not let her past him and out that door.
Simon just smiled, the fabric of his mask creasing just enough to make it clear to anyone paying attention, and they absolutely were.
“Then you better run, pretty pup.”