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Ghost will never know. But some will remember.
The base was as calm as the busy days without the missions and them being deployed in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It was mid-day yet no missions, no valuable intel, and anything has been given to them yet. For now.
Price doing his paperworks in his office, Gaz hanging out with Soap, Ghost being Ghost, Roach being the dick of an insect he is, and everyone being everyone in the base. Just work, train, work, work, break, work, or slack off under the radar and not tell your superiors about it. They'll never know. The General will never know. Price will never know.
Soap will never know.
Now, he's just there, sitting in the middle of the field with Gaz, whilst the sun beams and burns fairly high, and the recruits in the distance being trained and exerted to the peak of their potential by the one and only, Ghost. And oh, Roach was there too, either to assist, or to annoy the shit out of Ghost by making the recruits laugh. Ghost was assigned to train the recruits today, and Roach, supposed to be on cleaning duty after taking Price's grand prized high quality and hardly detachable hat one day ago when he was sleeping, decided to sign an adorable fuck you to the rules and chose to stay around Ghost instead. Price will never know that. Hell, Ghost don't even snitch on Gary anyway. So who will know?
His tall, thick, muscular figure stood in front of all the recruits, probably shouting and commanding them all to show what they've got, and encouraging them to show their full potential, as each of them mock sparred with each other. Soap doesn't know. All he ever knew is that his eyes aren't anywhere but Ghost. His ears are not fully aware, nor his senses, not even his mind. It's just him, and Ghost. Him in the fairly far distance admiring his lieutenant, and Ghost, on the other end of the training grounds handling the rookies for today's training.
So much that he had forgotten that Gaz was with him to begin with.
“You know, Soap, staring at him like that isn't gonna do anything until you finally make the first move and ask him out.” Gaz softly comments at Soap's constant staring at the man, as he calmly eats his brunch for the day. A coffee and some cookies. They always go along well.
“Och, I did. I'm even gonna celebrate the monthsarry of my first attempt in flirting with him from 11 months ago this Saturday.” Soap clicked his tongue, grinned, and shook his head. But his gaze never did wear off and drifted away— he seems utterly focused to the man in a skull balaclava, all in black.
Gaz chuckled at his remark and shook his head as well, before taking a sip of his coffee and responding back. “Damn. Is he really that cold?”
“No, just.. Domb enuff to ken mi flirtin.”
“Oh.”
Although Gaz wasn't able to catch his phrase much due to his sudden heavy Scottish accent, he was still able to understand the context. Ghost is oblivious. It isn't surprising.
Silence soon ensued, with the asynchronous grunts and huffs of the recruits fighting each other keeping them two company and music, while Ghost keeps a keen eye to all of them, making sure the fight stays mock and not literally. Roach stood there, casually stealing glances at Soap just behind them, and then at Ghost. But Soap didn't notice that either.
All he saw was Ghost, Ghost, Gho—
A sudden hand blocked his vision, snapping its fingers multiple times. It was Gaz's. “Earth to John MacTavish?”
Soap huffed and shook his head before looking at Gaz. He lets a hand of his run through his hair, as if he's trying to bring Earth to himself, at the same time, keep himself composed and calm. “Yeah?”
“Finally. About that one recruit you told me about. Don't worry. Price told me she's taken care of, so you don't really need to worry about her and her walking on top of walls this week.” Gaz chuckled, finishing his cookies.
“Yeah.. Right.” Soap simply replied. He didn't get half of it though.
Gaz knew Soap isn't fully paying attention on what he himself just said. And he isn't gonna let that slide, knowing that the first half he shared about was their probably upcoming mission this month. So, as the Kyle Gaz Garrick that he is, he would normally ask Soap about it. Not that he's inquisitive, but more of an express of the doubt.
“Are you even sure you're listening to me? Or is Simon really that—”
But before Gaz could even finish his remark, Soap interfered and bat a glare at the man, blue eyes locking with Gaz's brown ones, fierce and piercing enough to know that something bothered him as soon as he said his name.
“Ghost, Garrick. He prefers to be called Ghost.”
Gaz sighed as Soap looked away to continue adoring the man he had been pining on for months, from afar, and in a safe distance. “Right.. Ghost, yeah? He's on your mind again lately.”
Soap glances at him before he chuckles to himself and gazes off the surroundings around him, but his eyes pretty much aimed only one man. Ghost.
“He'll always be, Gaz. He'll always be..” Soap trails off, before he started to mumble things, thinking probably a little too loud.
“........ My world...”
“........ My sun and moon..”
“And he is your solar system. Sure.”
Soap would immediately felt his head perk up as his attention was piqued by Gaz.
“Oh come on, Gaz—”
“And we, we're just.. Nutdusts. Yeah, sure Soap. But you gotta get your head outta the swivel or this will affect you or all of us during missions..” Gaz sighs. Soap simply laughs heartily at his remark, before he shook his head.
“I won't let it affect anything. I promise.” Soap chuckles and grins at him.
Ghost will never know. But some will remember. Soap will never know, but some will remember.
Ghost, which found Soap at a far distance in the corner of his eye, ended up staring at him occasionally, whilst trying to fight the urge to look back while Soap had his eyes on him. As Soap chatters with Gaz, Ghost found himself lost in at the sight. Two sunshines in one sitting? Sure.
He didn't realized he was staring at Soap for long until Roach broke him out of his longing misery with a laugh.
“You know you can always fall in love later after training right? Your recruits are waiting.” The shorter man chuckles as he fixes his fit balaclava on his face. Ghost simply glared at him.
“Sod off, 'och.” Ghost groans before he faced the recruits who were long finished with sparring.
“So clueless..” Roach clicked his tongue and sighed as he whispers to himself.
Some of them knew about it. Some of them don't.
Gaz saw only Soap's side of the story. But Roach knew them both.
“All of you should be done for today,”
And those who had seen it already, will, and probably will, forever watch the both of them hopelessly pin each other, thinking, it'll forever be one sided.
”Dismissed.”