#sergeant roach

Sometimes, when Ghost refuses to relax or fall asleep, he manages to keep himself busy by sorting through paperwork, or working out or literally doing anything else. He runs on fumes, even after they extinguish, and this is just routine for him. He refuses to rest, rejects sleep and forces his tired body to keep moving.

But he knows that he will eventually succumb to sleep, so he carries a metal bottle around. Whenever he sits down, or it’s quiet, no adrenaline or stress to push him on, he makes sure to always hold onto the handle of the bottle, so if he falls asleep, the bottle crashes to the ground and wakes him up. It’s an effective system.

His sergeants, however, foiled it. Without even realising it.

The first time it was MacTavish. Soap was chattering to Ghost while the latter was looking over reports on his desk. It takes a while to notice he’s not getting any grunts in response, so Johnny glances at the man, only to realise he’s fallen asleep. And when he sees this, a soft smile spreading across his face at the sight, he notices the glint of the bottle, and realises it’s about to slip through the limp fingers. So he catches it, gently placing it on the ground before covering Simon with a blanket and walking away.

Gaz and Roach also started recognising the signs of when Ghost was asleep, and made sure to either catch the bottle when it fell or softly pry it out of the other’s hands before setting it down. It’s almost a habit for all of them, to check if Ghost was asleep, and then remove the bottle.

They’re oblivious to why he always carried it, and Price loves every moment of it. Gaz has resorted to hiding the metal bottle in unfathomable places on base and gaslight Ghost, Roach has started subtly trying to manipulate Simon to buy a bottle that’s soft and doesn’t make a sound if it falls. Soap, however, is getting increasingly frustrated at the bottle for threatening to disturb the peace of Ghost’s sleep, and is itching to blow up the bottle whenever he gets the chance.

They all started carrying an extra bottle or two on them because the only logic explanation for Ghost carrying one was because he got thirsty often, I mean- have you seen the outfit he always wears?

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Until Soap.

He meets with Johnny one day in a civilian setting, absentmindedly taking off the mask while walking to where the other was waiting for him. Soap’s back is turned and Ghost walks upto him, placing a hand on his shoulder to let him know he’s arrived.

Johnny turns, light dying down and the smile evaporating the moment he sees Simon.

“The fuck are ya?”

Johnny has accepted Ghost’s mask as the default face. Like- he literally cannot imagine the man as anything else. And he’s spent so much time with the other that he can read every emotion and thought Simon has. The mask was pretty much useless to hide anything from him anyways. He can see the soft crinkles around his eyes when he’s fond, the raised eyebrow of unimpressed or even the furrowed face he makes where Soap just knows the other man is pouting.

So now when he sees a blond haired man exit Ghost’s room multiple times, the way he comes and goes as he pleases Johnny doesn’t think any different. All he thinks is:

Simon and Ghost are boyfriends.

Gaz has intervals where when sleep grips him he just dozed off, Roach is always tired and needs just like a white noise back ground and Soap immediately falls asleep when he has to be quiet or stop whatever he’s doing, like tapping his feet or doing anything that keeps him moving.

So when they’re all out of danger, waiting for extraction after pushing their body to the limit for five days, it’s only a matter of time. They’re all sitting on a bench inside, no wall to lean back against in an attempt to remain alert.

Gaz knocks out first, head landing on Soap’s shoulder whose sharpening his knife. Roach follows soon, succumbing quickly with the drowsy rhythm of Gaz’s soft snores and the sound of the metal slicing wood. Soap, stilling to ensure none of their sleep is disturbed and stuck being silent starts feeling his eyelids grow heavy an hour or two later.

He wanted to be on watch. Wanted to make sure nothing killed them because this was a side of them he wanted to protect. But slowly and surely, the knife becomes too heavy to hold, and he just has enough strength to put them aside before the silence softly claims him.

Ghost only steps in when soap starts nodding off, and sits back-to-back with him so soap can rest. He feels Johnny relax, lean against him heavily - his mind far too gone to truly comprehend what was going on, only that he was safe. A long sigh escapes Johnny’s lips before he drifts off, head lolling back and landing on Simon’s. And when Simon stiffens, it falls on his shoulder.

Simon can hear Johnny’s breathing along his jaw, can feel the slow and steady warm air against his neck and intertwines their fingers when he sees Soap’s white knuckles gripping the bench.

What if:

Price then tells the taskforce they’ve got a new job, and it’s gonna be one hell of a grand occasion on the biggest scale possible.

And he tells Soap to stay back, says the guy also wanted statues and wanted the dresses to kind of reflect and compliment them so he wants to introduce him to the man he’s hired.

And Soap, so excited for this job he’s vibrating on the spot, immediately feels the happiness vanish when the doors swing open, and in walks Ghost.

Price is just spectating, chuckling at them while they mouth off insults before telling them they have to work together, no matter the outcome.

- based on a WIP I’m writing, how do we feel about this?

Part one here