Summary:Built up stress is always a problem for the task force one-four-one members, especially for Captain MacTavish. But he also has a very special way of letting off steam. Want to know his secret? (Ghost's P.O.V.)

Pairing: GhostxSoap

Rating: M for smut and language

Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty, it belongs to Infinity Ward.

A/N: Some people might be wondering why I haven't posted any new chapters for Babysitter. Well, thats because I've simply lost interest in it. I'm trying to get back to it and finish the story but its really hard to do it now. So for now I'll be writing other fan-fictions to get me back into writing. And finish what I've started.

I've already finished writing this whole story, so I only need to upload the chapters. So don't worry, there's no way that this story will be discontinued. I'll publish it every Friday nights.

Chapter One - Caught in Action

After completing a hard mission MacTavish would always ask me to fuck him to let off steam. Yes, that's right, fuck him. It was even unbelievable to me at first. I mean, who would have thought that the great Captain MacTavish had a thing for getting fucked. But even though I'm the one doing the fucking, he still had his pride as a man. Because every time we did it, he would ride me, making him on top of me. Sometimes I just want to have the upper hand. Its not like I'm complaining or something, the view I get is first class and its very damn erotic too. Just thinking about it makes me hard again.

So this is the story of how our little secret started. Well, to be exact I didn't really know when we became fuck buddies, but I do remember that it all started when I helped him out with this simple task. That's when all sexual things were involved between the two of us.

At that time, MacTavish injured his arms and hands. It was difficult for him to do anything at all. The doctor had prohibited him from using his hands for useless purposes. And Captain, as a man of honor and words, obliged. For most of it at least. Because sometimes even MacTavish can have his needs for certain things. Yeah, and that was getting off.

A healthy man does that every bloody time when he feels like it. So don't judge, its normal. We are also just ordinary people like everyone else, except that we are bad-ass and way more cooler. Being in the task force is tough too, because we don't have any women around. So we either take a day off to get the job done or get satisfied with just our hands. Well that's whats usually done, but some mates give in to lust's sweet and tempting whispers, just to get their asses owned.

So anyway, at that time when his hands were still injured, I caught MacTavish masturbating on accident. We all shared a shower room, except for the Captain. Unfortunately, his shower has been out of order for weeks now and he had no choice but to join us. There wasn't much privacy in the showers because it was open and there was only a small wooden wall, enough to cover our private parts up to our chest area, as partitions. My mates always go in the mornings and after training, they never shower at night which I think is disgusting because at the end of the day you'll pretty much be dirty and sweaty all over again. Call me a girl if you want, but as a clean man I go mornings, after training and at night. What I didn't know was, that MacTavish was the same as me. 'My destiny?' I thought that for a time, but I stopped believing that because I never saw him taking a shower on the evenings. Guess the rumors about him being a clean freak were false after all. It made me excited for nothing. But that was until I actually got to see him.

It was very late on that evening, so it was a surprise to have seen him there. His one hand was leaning on the wall for support and the other hand was pumping his erection. He didn't seem to have noticed that I entered the room, maybe the water had covered my noise. And I have to admit, the sight of MacTavish doing his own just turned me on. He hissed and cursed at his hands, the injury must have been really painful to make even the Captain act like that.

I continued to observe him in one of the stalls, where I could perfectly see him. To be honest I was scared shit less staying there, I'll be dead if he knows I was watching him jerking off. But I was also too unwilling to go out because its not everyday that you would be able to see MacTavish doing this kind of thing. And to tell the truth, I love him. Its not like I'm gay or anything, I actually don't find any interest in other men. Its like I'm gay but only for MacTavish. Well let's say I'm pan-sexual. He is after all a very strong, trusting and honorable man, many admired him for that, so I can't really blame myself for falling in love with him. After a while he stopped, he gave up, guess the pain was too strong even for him. He punched the wall in irritation, turned the water out and tied the towel that was hanging over the partition, on his waist. I panicked as he turned around. I immediately faced the wall as a reflex, hoping that he would think I'm showering too. Then I noticed, that I haven't turned the shower on and I'm not even wet. I'll get caught and I'm surely going to die.

From the corner of my eye I could see his face screaming surprise the few seconds he saw me, but immediately returned to his usual poker face. "Lieutenant?" I could hear it, his voice was normal but slightly filled with anger and nervousness, his eyebrow twitched.

I faced him. I was in total panic, I wanted to reply properly but what came out was a stuttering, "Yo Captain, hahaha, what a coincidence to see you here." I think the Captain realized. Of course he would realize it! My bloody voice just had to betray me!

"You saw didn't you?" And there it was, he knew it. He bloody knew it so why does he fucking need to ask me if I saw him? Oh god why? Why must MacTavish have to be like this?! Just why can't he be an idiot for once and not have realized that?!

I need to think of a plan. Playing coy would maybe help. I shrugged, "What are you talking about, Captain? I didn't see anything." I think that was the most unbelievable lie I ever told in my life.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. I guess it really helped. Hell, yes! Good thinking my brain.

"Well anyway, just hurry up and go to bed. Its already very late." He turned around ready to leave.

He looks so damn sexy, I just want to pin him on the wall and ask him, "Captain, should I help you out with that?" Oh wait... Fuck! Did I just said that out loud?!

He froze on the spot, laughed and turned back around. Facing me with a serious look. "You sure? I won't decline your offer. I'm really desperate here." He ran his hand through his wet Mohawk. "To tell the truth, I haven't released since the injury and that was three weeks ago." His voice sounded really stressed out.

I swallowed the sudden lump that built up in my throat, is this for real? It has to be. I gave no word, I simply nodded and made a hand sign to meet him in his room after I finish. I quickly but surely washed myself clean, not wanting to make him wait any longer. As fast as I could, I dressed myself and went to MacTavish's room. I knocked at his door three times and waited.

"Aye, come in."

With that I let myself in. The room was dark, but the moonlight made it brighter. The room smelled just like him, it was a very pleasant yet strong, nice and calming scent. I've only been here for a few times and I have to say, I love this room. Just because it was his and had his intoxicating smell all over it.

My eyes began to adjust itself and I saw MacTavish siting on his bed with only his boxers on, from what I know, that was his usual night wear. I moved one step closer and then another step, until I was directly standing besides him. He tapped his hand on the side of his bed a couple of times, indicating me to sit down. I did as I was told. I sat there for a while, not knowing what to do next. Should I just start or wait for his orders?

MacTavish faked a cough, breaking the silence in the room. "Don't tell me you've changed your mind, Lieutenant."

'Of course not, Captain. I'll happily do it for you.' Is what I wanted to say but that would sound really creepy for a guy. So I only settled with, "Of course not ,Captain."

As dark as it was, I could still see him smiling. "I see. Then you may start, just in case you were waiting for my permission."

I gulped. I moved and sat across him, so that we were facing each other. My hands were trembling from nervousness and excitement as I removed the boxers, the only thing that he was wearing. Again I gulped. He was naked and I could see his erection clear as day. I touched the tip a little with my cold fingers, which made him shiver. And then I took hold of it, pumping it up and down, in a very slowly manner.

I could hear a very faint erotic moan, which was concealed by the heavy breathing coming from MacTavish's mouth. It must have felt really good to finally get it done after three weeks of suffering. "Don't be such a cock-tease..." MacTavish said, following with a small pause. He held my cold hand, which was on his member. "And do it properly..." Even though it might have been painful as hell, he still tightened his grip around my hand and pumped it a little faster. "Like this, Ghost. Do it a little faster."

His order sounded like a sweet whisper to my ear. He released my hand and I continued to do it at his requested pace. "Like this, Captain?" I asked teasingly while caressing the tip with my thumb.

MacTavish was breathless, he gasped for air. "God damn it, Simon! If you do that, I'll come." Just hearing him calling out my name in an angry yet lustful manner made me hard. He leaned forward, placing his head on my shoulder.

I teased him a little more and kissed his tattooed neck. "Its alright, MacTavish. We can do this as many times as you want." I said as I stroked him faster.

He cursed at me, I could feel his hot breath ghosting on my shoulder and I could feel his warmth infecting me. His scent was getting stronger, intoxicating me as I continued to breath beside him. His hands moved up and firmly took hold of my hair. And from time to time he would thrust his hips against my hand to gain more friction. I could feel him nearing his climax as he tightened his clench on my hair and bit me on my shoulder, enough to leave a mark, just to hide his sounds. He arched his back, bringing his head with him and came on my hand and on his body. MacTavish was out of breath, panting heavily like never before. He loosened his grip and leaned back on the headboard trying to catch his breath.

There was a long silence between us, it was getting uncomfortable and kind of awkward, so I asked him. "Well Captain, how did it feel?"

He laughed, he passed me a tissue that was on his nightstand and I used it to clean my hand. He also cleaned himself up. "Wasn't so bad. I could get used to this."

Damn! I would really take his joke seriously. How cruel of you MacTavish, saying such words without knowing how I feel. And of course I didn't want this to be the first and last. Therefore I proposed him an offer. "How about you ask me again if you feel like it. I mean, until your injuries have healed."

I couldn't really tell what his expression was, but I'm sure I surprised him with that. "That's a kind offer, I'll keep that in mind, Ghost."

Yes! At least I still have a chance. Satisfied with his answer, I decided to take my leave. "Then I guess I'll head back to my room now." I said as I stood up. I slowly walked towards the door. "See you tomorrow, Captain. Good night." I exited the room quickly, without giving him a chance to reply.

Now I'm standing alone in the dark hallway again. I quickly sprinted to my room. The image of him was still fresh in my memory, I didn't want that to go to waste. I entered the room, jumped on my bed and jerked off. This was the far most realistic fantasy I've ever had about him. I imagined MacTavish under me, panting, moaning and calling out my name several times, as I thrust into him. I got off quicker that usual, that was to be expected, since now I know what his sounds were really like.

A/N2: I was thinking of experimenting with different perspectives for once, so this came out as an end result. I'm very satisfied with it. And I think I did a pretty good job, right? Though I somehow overused the swear words. Let me know if it was good or bad, reviews are appreciated.

So anyway, this is a Call of Duty fanfic, if you haven't noticed by my disclaimer or tag. I shipped them just recently. This great doujinshi by Tinmeshi that I read a few months ago made me ship them and it also inspired me to write this. If anyone is interested, the doujinshi that I read was called Defective Dogs. I found it by chance and I don't ever regret reading it. I just LOVE the authors style.

And if anyone plans to ask, I've never played the game before but would love to if I had it.