#sergeant soap

"Delete it."

"Why?"

"Cos I fockin' said so."

You cock an amused brow at him as you look up from the embarrassingly cute photo of the skull-masked behemoth fast sleep and cuddling your Hello Kitty plushie. "Cos y'fockin' said so?" You mock his gravelly Manchester accent and it sends Johnny and Kyle into a fit of giggles. And even Price is chuffed by it. It's contagious really.

neighbor!soap who comes home after a deployment to find out that someone new moved right next to his flat, cardboard boxes sat right next of your entrance.

neighbor!soap who sees you a thursday afternoon when he comes back from some groceries. you were minding your business, locking your front door as you were leaving, johnny slowly felt his cheeks hotten slightly. he couldn’t help but smirk as you were chatting a little bit, introducing youselves. you were truly a sweet treat.

you soon became neighbor!soap's obsession. he would smile everytime he'd smell your perfume in the hallway, even when he'd hear any noise coming from the other side of his wall. you noticed that you were running into him more and more as the time went by ; in front of the elevator, the letterboxes, and even in the small grocery store at the corner of the street.

neighbor!soap was slowly making you accustomed to his presence, chatting longer everytime you met again. he liked the way you would laugh when he said some stupid joke, or when you asked him about his life with big innocent eyes, feeling dizzy by your interest.

neighbor!soap decided it a random morning, you were definitely going to be his woman.

neighbor!soap who comes home late after a gym session, smiling to himself after noticing you door. however his smile quickly dropped when he got into his apartment, he stills, brows furrowing. tac tac tac, the sound of a piece of furniture colliding with the wall, probably your bed. then he hears it, the muffled moans.

neighbor!soap who clenches his jaw and try not to let the bitter feeling get to him. he can’t help but stay in the middle of his living room, listening to another man having his way with you.

That you start cooing over your precious baby for protecting you so fiercely, rather than over Johnny, doesn't help matters. Neither does the fact that the little fucker made him bleed, and he can already tell the bite is going to scar. He'd rather die than explain that one to Ghost...

That night, he ends up sleeping on the couch, because your toothy terror growls every time he gets near you. His ego is so bruised he almost considers giving you an ultimatum--him or the dog. But he knows who you'd choose, and the just the thought of you leaving him makes him break into a cold sweat, so he scraps that idea before it can even fully form.

He supposes he'll just have to stock up on your little shite's favorite treats and try to bribe his way back into its good graces.

(It works, eventually. And when Johnny's finally allowed back into the bedroom under the pup's watchful eye, he's careful to make sure it leaves before he rolls on top of you and starts rutting against you like the mutt he is).

Spot the difference…

Nae, but I love how Soap basically is just the human pyromaniac version of a bull terrier

Johnny cuts wood for you and starts the fireplace while the kettle boils in the morning. He has your slippers ready for you, waiting on your side of the bed, as well as your favourite blanket on the couch.

Johnny, keep your fridge full. He doesn't even have to ask or say anything; he knows your favourite. Seen what you take out first in the morning, and what spices are always by your gas stove. So, you have your favourite type of lettuce, always. And any type of fruits he finds in the village's market.

Johnny, take care of overseeing the repair of your house. Making sure your windows are thick enough to keep the cold away.

Johnny is scarred from the military. Johnny's hands keep you close enough that they dig into your flesh. Johnny, keep you safe and warm and feed.

Johnny needs you to be safe. Johnny needs you; you are what keeps his mind quiet. So he will make sure you see another sunrise by creating a damn fortress, even if you don’t know it (or pretend to).

Your eyes can never leave him for too long.

Soap: yknow...i'll ne'er forget when i told ye i was gay.

Ghost, yawning: yeah?

Soap: aye. somethin' bout the way yer face lit up. it made me happy.

Ghost, nodding suspiciously: yeah...i sure was happy.

Soap: ...what's goin' on? ye were nae happy?

Ghost: no- no- i was...

Soap:

Ghost: may have bet Gaz £50 that ye were, too.

Soap:

Ghost:

Soap: was it me voice?

Ghost: yeah. and your walk.

I miss summer so I drew . Transmasc soap in his glory obviously....

Summmer... wow