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Ghost, entering Soaps quarter: Johnny, ave you seen my joggers—

Soap, mid patching up said joggers, with a pile of ghosts clothes beside him: …no…

Ghost: What the fuck ! Do you know how long it took to get them like that ?!

Soap: You let them get raggedy on purpose ?!

Ghost: I HAVE A REPUTATION, SARGENT !

Ghost and soap huddled together in bed during a rainy night.

Ghost: You’re my rain..

Soap, in a teasing tone while adjusting his arm around Simon: I thought I was your sunshine,

Ghost: Nah, you’re the rain. Like… I don’t need you all the time.

Soap, taking the arm off around him: OKAYY. Im getting up-

Ghost: I don’t need you all the time, but when you’re around I feel like I gotta soak up all the precious time with you. Up against a fire and feel at ease with you around. Like I can finally relax while your noise takes away the stress in my body. Like the darkness is a world away from the room when you’re around.

Ghoap attending a huge dinner party Aunt Mactavish is hosting during leave.

Johns foot frantically poking at Simon’s ankle.

Ghost, loud enough to cut through the chattering: So who’s Lindsey?

Soap, who’s now sitting up: wha—

Ghost: Who the fuck is Lindsey, Mactavish?

Soap (whispering): Simon nevermind I think it passed—

Ghost, rubbing his dry eyes: I thought you loved me! You said I was it for you!

Ghost running out covering his face, The whole Tav family staring at Soap for far too long before he jolts up and yells.

Soap: Bonnie wait!

A block away from the party

John: Simon you’re such a prick!

Simon: You’re the one who said, create an excuse ta leave when you give the signal, cause you’re “most likely seconds from farting loud enough to be heard back at base”…

John: I meant like pretend to choke or say you forget to turn off the oven! Not create a fake mistress!!

Simon: Yeah yeah, now let’s get ya home before you shit yourself…

Soap: Simon recently said he thinks of me when he listens to “Night Shift” by Lucy Dacus…

Gaz: That’s sweet but with the look on your face I’ll take it that’s not a good thing?

Soap: The bastard can’t think of me to any happy songs?! Why do gay people ave to be tragic…he’s pishin me off…

Gaz: I mean…look at em, ion think he knows that there’s any other options..

Ghost, on the phone: Hey Johnny…

Soap: Hey Si, What’s wrong?

Ghost: Nah, nothings wrong I just—

Soap: If this is meant to be a different call unfortunately am gonna have to decline, busy cleaning my gear tonight.

Ghost, sighing: No, I’m gonna have to cancel date night this Wednesday…

Soap sitting up right: What? Why? I know damn well you didn’t double book, you don’t ave enough friends for that. Let alone enough friends you’d wanna hang out with more than me.

Soap, dramatically taking a walk in a field trying to figure out his complex feelings for his lieutenant.

Soap: Oh universe, give me a sign…

He looks up and a giant looming cloud gets dramatically shaped by a sudden brisk of air, now formed into a skull.

Soap: What the fuck.

Ghost, in his flat eating a bag of crisps with a bottle of beer in his hand. His phone rings three times before he notices it’s Johnny.

Ghost over the phone: I’m on leave Sargent, this better be good.

Soap over the phone: Let’s go on a date.

Ghost, hanging up: Pick me up at seven.

Soap, sneaking in the last word: Ay

Huddled together on the couch, rummaging through movies on tv.

Soap: I ken Ryan gosling is attractive but I just don’t see it…

Ghost: Yeah, I mean I don’t disagree he’s attractive, just don’t see the appeal.

After watching Project Hail Mary together on movie night

Soap: …Ah Ken what they mean now.

Simon wishes on a shooting star that his Johnny could have everything he wants in this life. It would feel selfish to use the wish on himself, this felt like the only way he could give soap the world. It didn’t matter if his life stayed the same, or worsen based on what Johnny wanted. He just hoped somewhere in his dream-life had room for ghost.

And imagine his surprise when mid thought he found himself in some cottage snug against soap, tea was on the stove, take out heating in the microwave, the sun peaking through the shades, and the telly was on but Soaps face was shoved in Simon’s neck, whispering and giggling soft “thank yous” to some deity…

Yes, it’s a sign. Get into cod…(also u should read 09 ghosts comic tragic backstory because I too am looking for where to read it) dude I have game discs (only mw1+2) if u have a ps4 I will LEND u them if u wanna play ! ! But you can legit just watch game plays without voice overs (obviously) also mw1 is farah Alex price and gaz focused and then just…be ready for gazs story to like just decline bro. Dude the game progression will piss u off if you see where the game is heading but still peak (also ghoap is a widely hated and loved ship so idk how YOURE gonna react to it so…just don’t look at me different </3 if u hate it) sorry right now I just looked back at the ask and holy shit the cod propaganda tunnel visioned me to forgot about the word count, holy shit?????

Gaz holding up a piece of paper saying “I’m wearing a wire”: Hey ghost, nice weather aye? What’s your favorite thing about soap.

Ghost: That he’s my boyfriend.

Soap, outraged, appearing right behind Kyle: For fucks sake you can’t say ONE nice thing to me about me ?!

Ghost: I can but they aren’t meant for your ears.

On a balcony of a cleared building after a false alarm. Everything’s dying down and the pair go out for fresh air, well Johnny goes out for air, Simon followed.

Soap: Ya know ghost, on the chopper ride here I remembered when I was a wee lad—16 or so—I dreamed of running off—my family’s great but… people were just too much for me back then, had the need to get away, see what I could in this life.

Ghost: Guess we have more in common then, Sargent.

Soap: Really? Gosh can’t even imagine you being…small. Bet yer mam…ah, sorry forget it’s a…sorry.

Ghost: I get it, harsh home life’s a foreign concept to someone who had a decent one… couldn’t imagine wanting to leave it..

Soap, jolting up a bit: Ah didn’t wanna leave! It was a dumb passing thought when things got too quiet—

Ghost: I’m not judging, Johnny. Finish what you started, you brought this up for a reason, get to it.

Soap: …well, when I would think about it I’d imagine what I’d pack, what I’d write in letters, fucks sake i imagined sleeping on the streets— it was harsh but in the dream it felt freeing and—and liberating, didn’t ave to do anything but survive.

Soap: I had the need to leave everyone behind, said to myself I’d come back someday and—I had such a romanticize delusion of what homelessness would be. It’s stupid.

Ghost: You ever get that feeling now?

Soap: …Honestly, Simon. Yes.

Ghost: Cause of anyone in particular?

Soap: Yes…

Ghost: cause of me…?

Soap: yes but I—

Ghost: Well then.

Simon’s lean on the railing rose to a proper stand with a slight grunt

Ghost tensely: I’ll get price to approve your vacation request within the week, and you can go off and be homeless by a bloody trash fire—

Soap: Simon I meant— god I know this is sappy but

With a reluctant groan he rubbed his face and stared at the floor as he confessed

Soap: I meant I think about you coming with me.

Soap: I meant…I think about us going off grid and building a cabin or whatever…fishing…just the necessities and us…I think about it a lot. Too bloody much., I imagine a life together and I know it’s the military then death for ya and I’m pretty sure it’ll be the same fer me cause it means I get to do this with ya. That’s sappy sorry I just—

Simon: I’ll get price to approve our time off request.

Johnny: …

Simon: It’s either killed in action or off grid with you. So over the weekend we could look for a decent placement for a hypothetical cabin.

Johnny: Sir are you trying to get proposed to?