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Ghost: *who got caught smuggling tea out of the special forces base*

Ghost: *unimpressed thinking he’s still winning* And from what exactly? Missions?

Price: *spots an innocent wide eyed Soap walking by* No Johnny

Ghost: *sudden panic* wait! I’m sorry

Price: *over it* No Suds!

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Soap: Why do you only answer the radio when I call you?

Ghost huffs: Sergeant. You’re imagining things.

Soap: Price called you five times yesterday.

Ghost: I was busy.

Soap: I sneezed and you said “Bless you”

Whenever ghost loses something, he never loses it. It’s taken.

Ghost, calling from the other room: Johnny where’d you put the car keys!

Soap, who lost the keys and hot wired their car: I dunno, you’re the one who had it last.

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Simon: Ave you seen my joggers? The old pair, was thinking of cutting them for fabric

Johnny, who’s wearing them as they speak: Nah, maybe you left em on base.

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Simon: For fucks sake Mactavish, you can borrow my mask just give em back! It’s hell to make a new one with the hard shell.

Johnny, who put it on his nieces baby doll thinking it was hilarious: Sorry love, no idea where it could be.

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He also cannot stop fucking laughing.

In Kyle's defence, Nikolai is also laughing and Price might not be making a noise but his shoulders are shaking. Ghost is watching with thinly veiled disapproval, to Kyle it reads as an outright cackle.

They're far from the loudest table in the pub, and quite frankly, the two women at their left side seem entertained with their antics. Kyle thinks they'd have a hard time convincing anyone in the room that they're military men.

There's a greasy onion ring wrapped around the ring finger of his left hand and there's an equally greasy, pale hand stroking his own. Johnny's giving it his best petted lip, big blue eyes wide and pleading.

"C'mon doll, marry me. A'll treat ye nicely, gie ye aw the wains ye want. Just let me put a ring oan it."

Kyle has never been one to run away from a bit, he thrives on improvisation. And Johnny's the best man for it.

"I can't, not after what you did. I know about him, I know everything. You dirty bastard."

Nikolai, a funnier man than most, offers the most dramatic gasp he's capable of and shoots the Scot a trult scathing look across the table. It takes all of Johnny's effort not to laugh.

"Darlin, he didnae mean oanyhin. He could suck a golfball through a hosepipe, bit he didnae mean oanyhin. It's you that's gettin the ring."

Kyle knows he's giggling like a toddler, but in his defence, they're a few drinks in and he hasn't had this much fun in weeks. With as much seriousness as he can muster, he pulls his hand free from Johnny's grip and takes a bite out of the onion ring.

"It's over, we're done."

Price: *whom just witnessed him scruff the blonde like a misbehaving cat*

Price: Suds, quit trying to offer your boyfriend to the sun. I understand he’s very clingy but that’s no reason to sacrifice him.

Ghost: *accepted his fate* Can I have tea first Johnny?

When I come back I want to be the ache in your bones when you get up.

I wish to be the mosquito bite on your chin, that no friction can soothe.

I have to be the white on your tongue to remind you to drink water.

I yearn to be the corner you stub your foot on, when your attention’s occupied on papers.

I ache to be the skin exposed between gloves and sleeve, and show the man underneath the legend.

I deserve to be the dry skin on your shoulders.

I need to be the blood rushing out your wounds, the hurt between fabric, flesh, and muscle.

You said that I reminded you what it was like to be human. I know we never really cleared up what we were, but what we had was enough for me. But even though we never had a title, you made it a bit clear that I was keeping you afloat, that things got better once I entered your life. I think it was your way of saying you loved me.

Do you know the weight that put on me?

I guess it carried into the afterlife.

Cause all I want to do is be what reminds you, you’re still human.