#cod ghostsoap

Where they’re stumbling around eachother trying to dance along the lines of love but instead are stepping on each other’s foot and kicking their ankles by total accident. Where they’re studying the choreography day and night but to totally different dances.

Ghost leaving chocolates in soaps gear, hoping soap blushes. Hopefully Soap enjoys the sweet treat while wondering who was the kind, devilishly handsome, smart, witty, hilarious secret admirer to gift him this. But by the time soap finds the bar he’s trying to reload his gun only to cram a chocolate bar into the ammo barrel. He ended up resorting to yell “grenade” and throwing the chocolate bar towards the gunfire, hoping the enemy fall for it and ducks while he books it out of there and to exfil.

Soap putting flowers in ghosts room, Orange Lillies. Soap googled their meaning before gifting them because he’s not a total moron. Orange Lillie’s: symbolizing confidence, boldness, and courage. Traits he’s very fond of from his lieutenant…Unfortunately ghost ALSO googled their meaning but they got sent to completely different sites. Hate and distain…gee thanks. Ghost sighs, thinking his secret admirer is stupid and didn’t google the meaning, or that his secret admirer could be a secret hater…

Soap: Ghost! Ye won’t believe it but some dumbass put a chocolate bar where my bloody ammo was! Gee thanks now I can eat some sweets while I bleed out from the bullet holes.

Ghost: Oh yeah daft bastard must’ve had good intentions though…oh but ye won’t believe it. Not sure if I have an enemy or someone who liked the mask too much. Got send Orange Lillies, googled it and they mean hate, no decent lads out there anymore. All of em are dozy.

Soap: …I mean if they all suck maybe we could give it a go…i know we can tolerate each other enough so why not try…

Ghost: didn’t know you could come up with half decent ideas mactavish.

ordering at a fast food joint in the middle of a very low stakes intel mission.

Cashier: Hi how are you, what can I get you both?

Soap: Swell, I’ll get a number three with extra onion.

Ghost: Mornin. Number two no pick—

Soap: Wee man would like extra pickles in his number two.

Ghost: Johnny shut—no pickles.

Soap: Okay yeah no pickles but he’ll take extra cheese, onion, an tomato’s—

A hand is promptly slapped over soaps mouth.

Ghost: Number two with just the meat and lettuce.

Ghost struggles to pull a twenty out his pocket AND cover the Sargents mouths he thrashes, just plopping it on the counter and shoving soap towards the exit.

Sitting at some bench fully decked out in gear and a soggy bag between them.

Soap: Forgot to order my shake.

Meeting Cù Sìth