Well I saw that you’re bored and wanted to ask maybe we can get Johnny after a long sleepless night (bc of nightmares) finding Simon smoking outside. Just both of them sharing a smoke and the silence. A bit of fluff and just existing together.
Also love your writing!! I always get excited seeing your notification🤭🫶🏽
Cw warning for smoking
Such a cute idea!! Yes absolutely adore it!!
Soap groaned, wacking his head into a pillow as he still failed to sleep. He'd went to bed at a decent time too. 9pm in the hopes to get some semblance of sleep, but no, he'd had a few fitful nightmares and over all got about 30 minutes and it was now, what?
He rolled over checking the time. 3am. He'd been laying here for a whole six hours, as had barely gotten any shut eye, he was feeling worse then when he went to bed.
Deciding there really was no point in staying laying in bed, when all he was doing was getting more riled up and frustrated, he slipped his shoes on.
Soap quietly slipped out into the cool air, hoping a calm walk would settle his mind and allow him to get at least an hour conked out before the morning. He sighed as the cool air rushed over his skin, much better than the stuffy room he was tossing and turning in.
He started off mindlessly, not really paying attention to where he was going, just wandering around the base absently, letting his mind wander.
As Soap walked he saw a dark shape he immediately recognised as Ghost, and considering the small bit of smoke he could see, Ghost was either smoking or on fire. Soap reckoned it was the first, but you could never be sure with the lieutenant.
He slid up beside the hulk of a man. “Cannea bum one?”
It was only when he actually looked over he realised Ghost didn't have his mask lifted above his mouth like usual, he wasn't wearing on at all, his face was bare, something Soap had never seen.
A cigarette was pushed gently into his hand, and when he put it between his lips, Ghost leaned forward, lighting the top with his own.
Soap nodded, “Preciate it, LT” he murmured taking a drag, letting eyes wander over the skyline, and the way the light reflected on Ghost's features.
A thick hand brushed against his on the railing, not holding, just resting against. A subtle support, before Ghost finally spoke. “What are you doing up at this hour sargent?”
Soap paused taking another drag as he considered his answer, considering one of his typical responses, a joke to brush it off, but there really wasn't a point. “Couldn't sleep… nightmares”
He received a soft hum from the other as a comfortable silence settled over them, the biting chill of the air, and watching the smoke swirl and spiral. It was calm, and nice. Soap didn't have to pretend with Ghost.
He knew he could expand further if he wanted, and Ghost would listen. But he also knew Ghost wouldn't push.
He would be content to just exist with Soap.
And Johnny thought he could just exist with Simon at any point in time, anywhere, any universe.
