Of course Jack couldn’t be sure of it. Reaper’s mask never came off; his voice was distorted from behind, whenever he deigned to speak.

He couldn’t be fucking sure but he was all the same – and he could tell nobody.

Nobody would ever know what Jack Morrison – Soldier 76 – knew in his heart: That the killing machine Reaper was his old hated best friend Gabriel Reyes, because Gabriel was dead; killed, when their base collapsed with the two of them in it over a decade ago.

Only that Jack knew those thighs; he knew those wide, almost feminine hips. He knew them well enough to know that they could only belong to one man, because he’d been intimately familiar with Gabriel’s body when they’d still been young and even more stupid than now.

Nobody would ever know what Jack knew because nobody could know that he’d been staring long enough – obsessively enough – to figure it out after all. That he’d stand in the tiny shower of their Gibraltar base, frantically, rudely jerking his cock while he thought about Gabriel’s… Reaper’s… Gabriel’s… thick thighs. 

How once he’d jumped over his own shadow and had finally done what he’d been fantasizing about for months; had pinned a vaguely protesting Gabriel to his bunk bed and proceeded to kick his legs together so he could fuck between those muscular thighs. How Gabriel’s muscles had rippled; gone hard as he tensed them, squeezing Jack’s cock painfully between until tears had come to his eyes and he’d still not stopped hate-fucking him; hips slapping against Gabriel’s generous, perky ass.

If Jack focused enough, he could still see how obediently Gabriel kept his head down (and if he thought about it, fucking Gabriel was the only time this asshole could actually do what he was told) and lifted his hips into the punishing thrusts.

He could still say exactly how wide and perfect Gabriel’s hips had been between his gripping hands, because Jack Morrison knew Gabriel’s body like his own; no- better than his own.

Better than anybody. 

Enough to know that their enemy had the same powerful legs; the same swaggering walk with his hips fluidly swaying with liquid grace. The same habit to be a pain Soldier 76′s ass and still having him intrigued – positively enthralled.

“God fucking damn it,” he growled, fist slamming against the wet shower wall, as he stared down unsatisfied. He’d come almost without him noticing. He grit his teeth and tugged at his white pubes because it was a little painful and he didn’t have the thick ass that he actually wanted to slap and hurt right now.

Fuck Gabriel Reyes – 

…and fuck him for still loving him.