A/N:SO! There is a serious lack of MW2 fics out there and, since this is my current obsession and there is a shortage of fandom out there, I figured I'd contribute. Hopefully it doesn't suck.

WARNING:I am a fangirl and this will include slash pairings and eventually, sexy timez. If you do not like any of the above, do not read this. I don't want to hear about how the pairing is wrong and whatever. It's fandom and I ship whatever I damn please. :P Besides that, enjoy. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with Modern Warfare besides the game discs. :Db

Chapter 1

It had been so long since he had any action. Not the war kind of action either. John "Soap" MacTavish might have lost a bit of his touch but who needed that when he hadn't had any in almost a year. His pants in the darkness of the room were of desperation. He clung to the body in front of him as he thrust quickly. His movements were careless. It did not matter though. All he needed was a relief. Occasionally, a grunt would escape his mouth and his opposite would respond with her own moan.

His fingers slid up and down her waist. With each thrust, he pushed in fully before starting over. Soap could feel the pressure building in his stomach and groin. He took a moment and paused to readjust himself. Soap grabbed her thighs and pull her closer to him. His hands lingered for a moment when he realized that legs he touched, he could feel hair. More hair than usual. His eyes drifted up and the figure appeared to have less curves than before, although it was difficult to see in the dark.

Soap continued, disregarding the odd qualities. He was almost there. Almost, until he heard the other moan his name. "Soap. Oooooh Soap."

...But no one else had called him Soap in a long time and while he missed everyone he lost, there was only one person that remained in his thoughts. Soap's eyes grew wide as he looked up and saw his old captain. Price's eyes were half closed and his jaw hung loosely. His voice was filled with lust. It was just enough to make Soap-

"Captain. Dammit, get up. Shepherd's gonna bitch if you don't get up."

At once, Soap's eyes shot open and he raised to sitting position. It took a moment or two for his eyes to focus on where he was. The room he was in was completely white and lit by florescent lights. The only thing that did not blend in with the brightness of the room was his fellow comrade standing in front of the bed he laid in. "Riley?" MacTavish paused for a moment. The man was already wearing his mask, though he hadn't covered his hair yet or put on his goggles. "Shit, I missed breakfast, didn't I?"

"Yeah but there's some left over. If you hurry, maybe the others won't eat it. And don't call me that." Ghost crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's a little odd, going by code names out of a mission." Soap rolled his eyes. He pulled back his covers and stood up.

As he did, he was met with wide eyes from his friend. "Jeez, could I get a warning next time?" Ghost turned his head away. Nothing in the room but the buzzing radiator made a noise and it annoyed Soap. What was his friend talking about? Glancing down, Soap noticed the bulge pressing against his boxers. "At least it explains why you slept in..."

"Ghost, shut it." He growled, attempting to hide the embarrassment on his face.

"It's true. You want me to leave so you can take care of that?" Ghost raised an eyebrow, turning to leave.

Soap snarled at the other man. "No, I-"

"Hey, listen. Training days were fun and all but I don't think I want to stick around for this one."

"Goddammit, you idiot. That's not what I meant." Soap snapped. He stepped past Ghost to grab his undergarments and protective clothing. "I meant that I'm not going to "take care of it". I have to get ready. And I still have to eat."

Ghost shrugged to the squad leader. "Suit yourself."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the doorframe. "Roach says he's ready and we'll have a connection to Shepherd in about five minutes." Meat took a step in the room to give Soap the news.

"Alright, thanks."

"Have you been standing there the whole time?" Ghost asked. Soap cocked an eyebrow to his right-hand man. Was he offended or something?

Meanwhile, Meat appeared to not want to deal with whatever Ghost was pulling. "It's not like it matters. No one understand what the two of you say anyway." The man scoffed before storming away.

"What do you mean by that?" Ghost shouted to their teammate but never received a response. Hearing a hiss come from his captain, he brought his attention back to Soap. The older man had a slightly pained expression on his face. "I'm telling you, it'd be easier to just-"

"I said that I'm not going to." The man zipped his pants up, making sure his undershirt was tucked in well enough. The squad's weapons, vests and special clothing were kept in the other rooms. He'd finish getting ready there. "What was for breakfast?"

"Bagels and fruit."

Soap sighed. "Am I the only one who misses bacon and sausage patties and omelets?" Ghost simply laughed and led Soap out of the room.

Even if Soap wanted to think of something else, the erection that seemed to not want to go away continued to remind him of his dream. Not only that, but Soap was very thankful that his clothing was so heavily padded.

Captain Price... It had been five years since he had last seen the man. Although Soap had heard rumors of Price being alive still, he had a hard time believing it. Five years and he had heard nothing from him or even about him. This is what confused Soap. There was nothing that even reminded him of his old captain. Why did he have that dream? Before, he had been more disturbed by the dreams. Soap remembered back then, when he had similar dreams. He respected his superior and he hadn't seen a female in months. It happened.

Or at least, it was what Soap wanted to believe. But it still did not answer why he was thinking of Price.

"Captain MacTavish?" A soft voice came from the doorway, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Roach?"

"30 seconds until we have a feed from Shepherd." Soap gave the younger man a nod, picking his things up and following him. They walked without saying anything. It was a few feet from the door to their destination when Roach turned. "Listen, um... Thanks for letting me join you today. I figured you would have chosen Ghost for a two man mission. It's an honor."

With a rough but comforting slap on the shoulder, Soap smirked. "You're the man for the job. Don't worry about it."

Roach. He reminded him of himself when he first started with the S.A.S. ...That was it. What reminded him of Price, at least. Well, that solveed one mystery.

"Nice of you to join us, Captain MacTavish." Shepherd's voice came from the speakers as he stepped in the room and sat down.

A/N: Well, I hope this started out okay. I'd love some feedback since I've never written anything even close to war... Oh well. Review please! 8D