I couldn't stop thinking about this scene. I also want to contribute my ideas to the ship. From now on, I'm going to call this ship sopaz. Thanks @fishiechippies for the idea 💕
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The hustle and bustle of the bar was suffocating Soap. He needed some fresh air and to clear his head. After the failure of the last mission, all he was looking for was a bit of respite and peace.
And there he was, cigarette in his mouth and lighter in hand, trying to light it but to no avail. He could barely get a spark.
A second later, he managed to take the first drag on his cigarette before turning his gaze to the man standing beside him. Kyle copied Soap and lit his own cigarette before putting his lighter away and exhaling the smoke through his nose. Both settled into each other’s presence and let their lungs fill with smoke, burning them from the inside before releasing it into the air.
"A need a break, mate. A long holiday away from here," Soap moaned. After a whole month of missions, non-stop travelling and aching muscles, all he could think about was a bed and not waking up until his body had had enough rest before it gave out.
"Try to convince Price and I’ll owe you one." Kyle smiled and rotated one of his shoulders until he heard a click, sharing the same thought as his partner. "Planning to head up there?"
"Aye. A want tae spend time wi' ma family. Although I’d need a psycho back. It’s hard tae survive the Mactavishes, even when ye’re one o' them.” Soap adored his family; they were one of his pillars when the world made life difficult for him. But it’s not for the faint-hearted to spend a single day with them, celebrating their son’s safe return home before letting him go back to his death. “Are ye planning tae see yer lot?”
“I don’t think so. I just want to spend some time on my own.” A heavy silence fell between them. Kyle’s statement came as no surprise. Soap didn’t know exactly what Gaz’s family situation was like, but the man had already shared a few details with him on the subject. It wasn’t a bad family, just hard to take in.
The conversation came to a halt for a few moments, perhaps a couple of minutes. Their cigarettes were almost completely burnt out. "Why don’t ye come wi' me?" He didn’t even think; Soap simply blurted those words out without giving a moment’s thought to whether they would be well received or not.
Kyle paused, looking at the man’s face. His blue eyes didn’t leave Kyle’s, waiting for a reply. “I don’t know if I’m ready to meet your family. You haven’t even asked me out yet.” The joke came easily but died in an instant because of the seriousness of the matter. Soap wanted him by his side, in his town. The two of them. “Man, are you serious? And what do you plan to do?”
“Maybe rent a hoose in th'countryside an' go fishing? Or ye could help ma mam wi' her vegetable patch. I’ll leave it up to ye.” Soap couldn’t help but smile, but he couldn’t wait to hear what Gaz had to say. Deep down, he hoped his friend would say yes. God, he wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly if he left him here alone with his thoughts. “Come on, ye joos hev tae say yes.”
Neither of them mentioned the elephant in the room. They were soldiers; they didn’t need to make a fuss of anything. If they needed to let their hair down and satisfy their needs, there were no questions, just action. They were mature enough to know that in their line of work, survival was the only thing that mattered, and everything else was left behind. But the trust and affection they felt for one another was strong. They hesitated to put a name to it. They simply let themselves go to feel the present, the here and now.
Just like at this very moment, feeling Gaz’s lips brushing against his own, begging for a more intimate touch. Soap couldn’t deny him anything, letting himself go. Kyle’s hands rested on his face, caressing him, whilst Soap gripped the other’s biceps, pulling him closer until there wasn’t a single centimetre of space between them. They were both anchored to one another. Soap never tired of feeling Kyle close to him, of kissing him and whispering sweet words to him as they let their lungs fill with oxygen once more before pressing their lips together.
"Of course it is. But let’s not go birdwatching. I’m not quite as old as that old man yet."
"Do ye think Price takes Ghost oan any o' his outings?"
"Do you doubt it?" They couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the thought of the scene. Their captain and lieutenant birdwatching and arguing, as they always do. It would be even funnier if Nikolai joined in, though that was a certainty, given how Price and the pilot were always the first to dash out of the base together whenever they had the chance to take leave.
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I haven’t written for ages, so please forgive me if this doesn’t make sense or if my English is a bit rusty. I'm also sorry about Soap’s accent – I’m not Scottish 🤟😔
