Farah – This might be controversial, but I don’t get the vibe she’s eaten much pussy, if at all. Not a munch.

Alex – Better with his fingers than his tongue, and idk why I get that energy. Not a munch, but uses his words like his weapons, so he's never heard a single complaint.

Valeria – MUNCH. Dirty, nasty, dominant. I need her so bad it’s not even funny anymore
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Alejandro – Is a wicked, wicked man in the bedroom. Gets off on making his partner feel good. He knows he has the grin, and he uses it. Munch.

Rudy – Not a munch BUT has a subby streak that makes him exceptionally eager to please, so he knows how to eat for sure.
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Laswell – Is wifed up for a reason. That is all.

Graves – Surprisingly alright, but definitely not a munch. Likes to think he’s better than he is.
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Soap – This man INVENTED the word “munch”. Emotionally intense, confident, high achiever? Will NOT come up for air until he's got several orgasms in the bag. The only death he'll accept is by pussy. Came untouched the first time he got his mouth on one.
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Gaz – This was difficult to decide for some reason. EITHER:

Not a munch, but *very* good regardless. He knows it, and it strokes his ego, but he'd never admit it.

OR

Total munch. Messy, sloppy, loud. Is still the prettiest, even with the bottom half of his face covered
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Ghost – Also not a munch. Prefers to do other stuff. I feel like his stroke game and fingers do the heavy lifting 😏🙂‍↕️
Caveat – put a pussy on Soap? He doesn’t leave until his jaw locks up and he can’t feel his tongue. Down bad at all times. Lost in the Soap sauce, literally
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Happy birthday Eli!!

Your writing is always so beautifully vivid. This feels like it could be very true to the characters we're given in canon, which I personally love. Dark, sure—but it's a tale as old as time and especially if you (general "you") ascribe to the OG Ghost backstory, makes perfect sense. Loved this!

Ahh I'm sorry I missed your comment! I don't come onto bsky enough, I gotta fix that lmao. Thank you, I'm so glad you loved 🥹🫶

Thank you so much Eli!! I'm still being driven by the SoapGaz brainworms, so I'll get it out my system soon 😂🫶

His last muddled thought before he blacks out is to wonder if Soap's mouth is as heavy with Gaz's favourite gin as his own is with single malt Scotch.

TBC

In the short time Gaz lies awake, staring at a ceiling in motion, he realises that he smells like an aftershave he's never worn but already knows; cardamom and cinnamon notes that remind him of his mum's kitchen.

Both pretend not to notice the extra few minutes the other takes in the bathroom, tap running on full blast the entire time.

Drunk, in denial, but not stupid.

The world does them a kindness, and they pass out with in 5 minutes—Soap goes first, snoring quietly.

It's funny; there's still no question as to the sleeping arrangements. Gaz makes it to his door first, and holds it open for Soap like it's muscle memory guiding him. Given the time, they both collapse straight onto the bed, before each remembering they desperately need a piss.

- things are unusually quiet, at which point Soap offers a share of the last fag in his pack and a tentative attempt at banter. Gaz takes both happily, and by the time they make it back to base, it almost feels like the end of a normal, successful night out.

Almost.

"Can't see for shite."

Gaz moves closer, reaches out to support a slumped shoulder to the wall.
"You gonna vom?"

Soap shakes his head, then winces regretfully.
"Just gotta sleep it off."
"C'mon then."

The walk back feels mercifully shorter than it is. Until about halfway, -