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?
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.
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?
Simon smiling: Not particularly but I wouldn’t mind.