#some lore drop

Johnny had woken up needing water, so he pulled on a shirt and some random pajama pants on his floor, leaving his room and making his way to the rec room in the 141’s wing of the base, expecting it to be empty. His footsteps were muffled by the carpet as he made his way, rubbing his blue eyes, mumbling something in Scottish under his breath, not really wanting to be awake at the moment. As he got closer to the rec room, he could faintly hear humming. He paused for a moment, his half awake brain trying to process what he was hearing exactly. That’s when the smell of baking cookies hit his nose, making him perk up and wake up a bit. Who would be up at this time? Baking? He stepped closer to the door, peeking through to see who was in there. A fond smile crossed his lips as he caught sight of the redhead in the kitchen portion of the rec room, moving about as if it was natural for her to be there. Jeanz was a sergeant they had on loan from the Irish Special Forces, someone Laswell had recommended to Price. Johnny had been surprised by how easily he had connected with the Irish spitfire, he had expected someone that would be cut off and more like Ghost when he heard her callsign, Whisper. They had also both assumed it was a male. Imagine their surprise when Price had told them Whisper would be coming in to help with the new mission, only for a short redhead woman had shown up, with one of the feistiest attitudes they had seen in a while. Johnny had immediately hit it off with her, starting multiple conversations with her, and even the occasional pranks with her. He knew he was gaining feelings for her, but he didn’t think it was anything more serious than a simple crush. With a grin, he walked in, clearing his throat, his blue eyes glinting with humor as she jumped, having been so into the baking she was doing at…midnight he concluded when he glanced at the clock on the oven.

“Cannae sleep, hen?” he asked as he made his way over to her, his tone holding amusement. “Aye,” she answered him with a shrug and a smile as she got over the mini heart attack she had from him coming in, she hadn’t expected anyone to come in, it was late after all. “So, ye decided ta make cookies ta feed an entire village?” he teased as he stopped beside her, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Ye gonna judge me or help?” she countered, raising her own eyebrow, though a smile was tugging at her lips. Johnny shrugged and turned to face the counter where she had more ingredients laid out, eyeing all of them curiously. “Nothin’ better ta do,” he responded with a grin. Jeanz let out a snort and began to instruct him on how to start making the cookies she had been baking, taking time to show him how her gran taught her. When he messed up, she would giggle and move closer, showing him slowly what he should do. It went on like that for a while, though Soap kept imagining how she would look covered in the white flour they were using to mix the cookie dough with. Eventually, he couldn’t help it anymore, he needed to make that image a reality. When Jeanz turned away to grab some more chocolate chips, he grabbed a handful of flour, his blue eyes watching her intently, a mischievous grin on his lips. As she turned back to speak to him, he let the flour in his closed hand go, watching with a sense of satisfaction as it ended up covering her beautiful face, along with her pretty red hair. “Ní dhearna tú ach anchúinse é sin a dhéanamh, a Scot diabhalf,” she whispered in a low tone, her hazel eyes narrowing up at him with disbelief.