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Most mission were easy for Soap, especially if ghost was partnered with him. The two worked well together. And even better off the field.
Soap and Ghost had been a item for a while now. Not many new, aside from the 141 and Laswell. The feeling we’re always there, and after Las Almas, the two were inseparable.
Relationships in the military tended to go faster then civilian relationships.
Mainly for the looming fact that one may not return from deployment.
And that’s how Soap and Ghosts relationship went, of course it was slow and had their moments. I’m the end, they both proudly wore their wedding bands. Although ghosts tended to be hidden under a glove.
The mission the two were assigned was supposed to be easy.
Recon mission, get in, get intel, get out.
No one was supposed to be there.
And from Ghosts eagle view, no one was.
The outside of the building was dead silent. He didn’t even see a rat.
“Outside looks clear..move up Soap.” He muttered into comms, staring down the scope of his rifle.
He sat atop a naighbors building, it was an old parking garage, and falling apart. But it made due.
Soap was crouched just outside the stone wall, he glanced back behind him before moving into the compound, crouching behind an old car briefly.
“What ye think aboot gettin’ a bevvy afta this?” Soap muttered through comms, he made his way closer to the building, and leaned against the wall.
He listened for a moment before turning to the key pad next to the door.
“Depend on wot you mean by bevy, Johnny.” Ghost replied. He drifted his sights around the compound, before drifting back to Soap, the man wore tactical vests and, military issued garb. He always looked so dashing to Simon.
His eyes drifted over his face, he could only see the side of it, his sharp jawline looked mouth watering.
His hair was a bit grown out on the top, enough to wear soap had tied it back with a hair tie he 100% stole from someone.
“Need a hair cut Johnny, lookin’ a little grown out.” He muttered.
Ghost watched as soap chuckled, before entering the code successfully.
“Like it a bit long LT. Easier to get a grip.” Soap replied. The flirtatious tone evident in his voice.
Soap pushed the door open slowly.
“Breaching now..” he whispered and Ghost watched as he disappeared into the building.
Ghost stood up, and grabbbed his rifle, it was time to change positions, so he jogged up the old ramps leading to the rooftop, this way he got a better view of the entrance and exit.
“Soap How copy?” He muttered into the comms as he adjusted his Prone position.
Soap didn’t give a reply, wich wasn’t unusual if he was trying to be quite.
But he didn’t have to, the building was supposed to be empty.
“Fuck- Ghost the intel was wrong.” He heard Soaps voice say, panic evident.
“What do you mean Sargent.” He question almost immediately. An unsettling feeling grew in his stomach.
“There’s guards everywhere in here I can’t make it through this building without getting-“ the line stopped.
Ghost cursed and switched channels on his radio.
“Price. We need Eval now.” He geunted.
“Report Lieutenant.” Prices voice came only a few moments later.
“Intel was wrong the place is crawling with guards. “He reported.
“Copy that, Eval headed your way in 7, get your asses home.”
Ghost switched his channel again.
“Soap how copy?” He muttered, he watched through his scope, nothing out of the ordinary struck out.
He watched the exits for Johnny, any minute hoping the other would pop out.
But he didn’t.
And he didn’t reply either.
“Soap how copy?” He repeated again.
He was getting agitated, not at Soap, no this wasn’t his fault. He was annoyed at their broker.
Was this on purpose?
Had they been given the wrong intel after all?
Ghost had many thoughts racing through his mind.
“Lt- I’m gonna get caught- had to stealth kill someone- fuck this place is like a maze-“ soap cursed.
And it was. There were to many hallways, to many rooms, around every corner was a guard. And soap did not have enough ammo to take them all out.
“Try and get out the way you came Johnny exfil is heading in for 5 minute-“
Rapid gunfire rang out from the building.
Consistent and flowing. It paused for a moment before picking up against
Ghost moved back through his scope he watched the exit, nothing.
Fuck fuck fuck.
“Soap how copy?” He huffed into the comms.
He shifted his position.
“Soap!” He repeated.
He switched channels.
“Price, Soaps been made how’s that Evac?”
“Delayed, I’m trying son.” Price replied
Fuck this Simon couldn’t wait around. He packed up his items and turned, beginning to make his way down the old parking garage.
“Soap how copy?” Ghost hissed into the radio. He felt his heart beat quickening,
“I’m hurt…Real bad Lt.“ a deep wheeze came from the radio.
“…they’re good S-shots Lt.” he heard Soaps whispered words.
That’s exactly what Ghost did NOT want to hear.
“Soap where are you.” He replied quickly making his way across the street. Hiding behind the same stone wall.
“A-Aye in an garage. Hidin’ in one of…” another faint wheeze came from the sergeant.
“Cmon Johnny keep talking to me.” He rushed out when the pause between words was too long for his liking.
Sure Soaps been injured on the job before. Hell he probably had quite a few over most of the people they worked with.
He’d been shot plenty of times. But each time he never sounded..like this.
“Aye in..an armored vehicle..aye tink..” soap grunted out.
He was trying his best to steady his breathing, but it just felt like his air was escaping no matter how many deep breaths he took.
Soap was correct on when he was hiding. Although it wasn’t the best idea it was the quickest place he could get to.
“Johnny where did you get shot.” Ghost muttered as he made his way around the wall and to the building. He paused at the same door Soap had, and then slowly pushed the ajar door open more.
He saw no one. But proceeded with cautions.
He rounded a corner, a long hallway. At the end he spotted a man, dead by the pile of blood under him.
He walked closer. Soaps knife was stuck in the man’s jugular, he pulled it out. And continued down.
“Johnny..answer my question.” He hissed.
He switched channels, and took a deep breath.
“Price gonna need a MedEvac..Soaps been shot. Don’t know how bad. But it doesn’t sound good.”
“Copy that. Locate him. I’ve got a team heading your way, son.”
Ghost changed channels again.
“Johnny..answer me please..” he quietly begged.
Turning the corner he saw a man coming toward him, in the blink of an eye, he was down, shot between the eyes.
Ghost pushed forward.
“Aye..Ghost..Got hit in the stomach, left chest an’ leg..” soap muttered. Fuck that wasn’t good, he sounded breathy and tired.
“Exit wounds?” Ghost asked he turned the corner,a bullet flew passed him. He stepped back, and waited before turning and taking down the two men down the hall.
He moved forward. He was starting to see evidence of Soaps path, there was blood droplets, lots of them. A puddle rust around the corner. The teail leaded down the hall.
“Johnny.” He hissed again. He felt his feet move faster. Panic was now setting in.
“…Exit wound for the leg..I used my tourniquet..negative..for the others.” He heard soap wheeze again. That wasn’t good. He hoped that the idiot don’t get shot in the lungs.
That would make it harder to help him..
“Johnny put pressure on them. Don’t. Stop. Talking.” He grunted out following the blood on the floor, it stopped at a door, he kicked it open, supply closet, and by the looks of it Soap had stolen quite a few rags.
“Aye have..Simon..getting tired..” Soap mumbled his voice was faint.
“No Soap stay awake that’s an order.” He said and turned around, the blood on the floor was fewer in between but Ghost could still make out where he went.
“Simon..” Soap whispered. “Tell Gaz-“
“No. Johnny don’t- just stay awake please just stay awake.” He felt himself begging, he began to run, he rounded the corner and came to another door. He pushed it open, and was relieved to see a garage. He ran to the vehicles.
“Simon..please- I’m no- gonnea make it-“
“Shut up Johnny!” Ghost yelled as he flung open the doors to every vehicle. He looked around spotting one by the bay doors and ran over.
He flung the doors open.
Inside Johnny leaned against the seat, his blood has stained the leather, and he had rags shoved against his stomach, held there with duck tape. He was weakly pushing the rag to chest. And he didn’t even look up when Ghost opened the door.
“Johnny-Johnny I’m here-“ he stated reaching in and pulling the other up.
He was pale, his lips wear blue, almost purple with the blood that made a small line down his lips.
“Simon..” Soap whispered.
Ghost switched comms again.
“Price I have him- where’s that team!?” He yelled. As if on cue he heard gunfire shoot up again, he positioned his body between soap and the entrance to the garage.
It was distant, but started growing closer.
The door flung open.
“GHOST!” He heard Gaz yell before Ghost even had time to move his finger to trigger.
Behind Gaz, was Rodolfo and Alejandro, and a few other men.
They rushed over.
“Ghost grab him we’re leaving- the Med Halo is two minutes away.” Gaz said.
Ghost didn’t need to be told twice before he hoisted Soap into his arms. He followed them out the bay door, and away from the compound.
“Johnny stay awake- cmon we’re taking you home-“ He found himself whispering to the man in his arms.
“Simon..” Soap whispered, the words made him choke, more blood spilling from his mouth.
“Fuck Johnny don’t- don’t do this to me.” He whispered. Thanking god that he wore a mask everyday.
If he didn’t everyone would see his distress, if it wasn’t obvious in voice.
The sound of a helicopter reached Simons ear and he glanced back down to Soap. His eyes were closed.
“No-no Johnny show me those blues- cmon baby open those eyes.” He whispered hand coming up to rub Johnnys face, his eyes open, but not enough.
He looked up to see Medic rushing forward, a stretcher being tugged behind them.
With quick ease Ghost lifted Johnny onto the stretcher, and follow as they loaded him up.
Headphones were passed to him, he was guided to a seat, someone strapped him in, but he kept his eyes on Johnny. Even as they lifted of the ground.
When they touched down inside the wire, Soap was the first off the Heli, followed by Ghost and the rest.
He watched as the medic ran Soap into base, one of them kneeling over him with a manual resuscitation Bag. A part of his heart broke again.
Ghost started after him, but an arm came up and grabbed him.
He turned to the side, to see Price.
“Let’s get you cleaned up lieutenant.. he’s gonna need surgery and you can’t be there..”
Ghost followed without a word, as price guided him to his office, he tugged his gloves off, shoving them into his pockets. When they were behind the closed door of Prices office, Ghost felt he’s knees give in.
And then make contact with the hard floor.
A hand was in his shoulder in second.
“He’s gonna be okay- Son he’ll make it through this..” He heard price whisper to him.
“Come on soldier…come sit on the couch..” he heard a hand coaxing him up.
He sat down on the plushy leather couch.
His hands came together. Fingers fiddling with the golden band on his left hand.
Soap had to make it through. He had to.
Simon tugged his mask of. His eye blakc was streaking down his face, a mixture of sweat and tears. He looked down. His tactical gear stained with Johnnys blood.
“-imon? Simon can you hear me?” Prices voice cut through the thick fog covering his mind.
He looked up. Eyes making contact with the others.
“Repeat sir.. he muttered.
Price leaned forward in his chair. Concern evident in the way he stared back.
“I’m putting you on mandatory leave. Six weeks. Understood?”
Simon nodded. “Understood.”
He knew why. With soap in his state, ghost was unstable, on and off the field. He wouldn’t be able to focus correctly. Not when his husband was like this.
“Now go to your room and shower. I’ll let Med bay know your coming.” Price said.
Ghost Stood, tugging his mask back on his face before leaving the room.
He wanted to punch someone. Scream, cry, he wanted to kill whoever gave them that intel. Make them suffer.
Everyone on base seemed to see his mood before they saw him. He was being avoided. More than normal. He even passed Rodolfo and Gaz, neither stopped to talk to him.
Ghost made it to his room. Their room.
And stepped inside. He waited for the door to click closed before he took his mask off again.
Glancing around, their room. It was never empty, always full of life.
When Him and Johnny had started becoming intimate, Johnny just started to leave his things in the others room. It annoyed Simon at first, but eventually moving all his stuff into the room.
Two pairs of boots by the door, two jackets hanging on the door, two pillows on the Full sized bed.
Ghost slipped his boot off and walked further into the room.
Two yoga mats leaned against the wall, two umbrellas next to it. Two cloths hampers.
Simon sat down on the bed, and began to pull his tactical gear off, dropping it on the hard cold floors.
He stripped his cloths as he walked to the private attached bathroom.
Two toothbrushes sat in a little cup by the sink, one toothpaste, two different face washes, two totally different face razors.
Soaps hair products messily scattered across.
A smile tugged on his lips
“I’ll clean it up later!” A promise soap always made but never followed through with.
He turned to the shower, wear one black towel, and another navy blue one hung on the wall.
Simon stepped into the shower and watched as the blood flew down the drain.
He closed his eyes. And let the tears fall with the water.
When he was once again dressed, in military issued garb, but without the Tac gear, he stared at the items in the room. Soap had made this place a home.
Soap was his home.
Ghost grabbed his mask and was out the door.
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Soap was in surgery for three hours. He coded once. He had needed a lot of blood, and was given as much as the medical staff could supply.
When ghost arrived he was told he had finally stabilized. But he wouldn’t be waking anytime soon.
Ghost was handed a bag of Soaps belongings. All military issued items had been sent to be sanitized, or burned.
Simon picked out the items to clean. He took extra care on the wedding band, did his best to get the stains out of Soaps Patches, his favorite sport team logo had been died red.
The picture Soap had was ruined. Under the blood Simon could tell it was a picture of them, their private ceremony they held in Scotland. The picture was ruined. But he kept it.
A day passed and Soap was still unconscious, Simon spent most of his time in the chair right beside him. Only leaving to eat in the mess hall, and get less then an hour of sleep in their bed.
Every day he returned to his side.
Soap had been out of it for a while, the last thing he could remember was Simon’s voice telling him to stay awake.
He tried his best.
He felt an uncomfortable pressure on his chest. And groaned.
Trying to shift in his spot.
That causes more pain to shoot up from his leg, ending in his chest. He wheezed.
“-ohnny? Can you hear me?” He heard a voice. It was distant but it was familiar.
He new that tone.
“Simon..?” He whispered and tilted his head to the source.
“That’s it baby open your eyes..look at me..” he heard Simon whisper. A gentle warmth covered his cheeks
He blinked his eyes open. The blinding over head light causing him to shut them again. He blinked more, until he could make out Simons face.
“Am I dead?” He whispered.
“No not yet Johnny..” Ghost chuckled, it was a sad chuckle. If it wasn’t for the mask, he’d bet money on the fact the man had been silently crying.
Johnny groaned, and moved his head to the side.
“I feel like aye been ran over.” He mumbled.
Memories registered in his brain and he groaned.
“That was a shite show wannea it?” He muttered.
Simon nodded.
“It was…how are you feeling? Need more pain killers?” Ghost asked, he moved the hand on Soaps cheek and began to rub the others hair.
“Aye sir. Drugs would be n affirmative…” Soap mumbled. He tried to sit up more, but that only caused a flare up of pain. Making his body drop against the bed.
“Hey-hey- calm down let me help.” Simon said gently helping him sit up in the bed.
He sat back down, pulling his chair closer.
Soap took in his lovers appearance. His mask was on, and he had no eye black. It really showed the tiredness under his eyes. And Soap saddened.
“M’sorey..Si..didn’t mean to get ye all werked up on me..” he said.
Simon shook his head.
“No don’t do that Johnny..it’s not your fault, Shut up.” he mutters
“Aye you grumpy bastard am just apologizing!” Soap huffed, that was a bad idea becouse he started to cough, harshly.
Simon’s hand moved to his back to rub and patt gently.
“..Steamin Jesus..” he mumbled.
“Take it easy Hot shot..you’re gonna be down for awhile…”” ghost mumbled.
Johnny sighed and leaned against the bed.
“Aye suppose so… vacation innit?”
Simon smiled under his mask, he pulled something out of his pocket, and reached for Soaps hand.
Gently he slid a clean golden band back into his hand.
Johnny smiled.
“Aye no’tin can get rid of me LT.” Soap grinned.
“That is the truth Johnny..” ghost mumbled back.
“Till death Do ye part.” Johnny added