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It all went to shit as usual in the 141 (thankfully only Soap and Ghost were caught in the aftermath). Gaz had watched them get detained with wide guilty eyes as Roach signed their promises they would fix this. Price had just watched a scowl fixed to his face and revenge in his eyes. Soap and Ghost had understood. They would be getting out soon.
The mission was an undercover op in America and they had been caught, but not by the enemy rather by the police who were none the wiser to their mission. Their explanation (IT'S NOT AN EXCUSE DAMN IT) is written off on account of the dead bodies that surround them, and Ghost was still distinctly holding one of his bloody knives. Soap didn't make any more of a convincing case with his shirt still smoking from an explosion he caused.
What a pair they made.
Both of them had the force themselves not to fight being cuffed after all fighting would only cause more problems. It took every bit of 5 minutes to get every weapon away from the both of them by the end there was a pile. Soap laughed the whole time. The cops must have thought he was insane, but sue him it was comical.
They were given their rights before unceremoniously being shoved in the back of the cop car. Soap chatted about anything and everything while truly giving nothing away while Ghost said nothing rather he watched his Sargent in amusement. They eventually made their way to the precinct, "Everything goes in the tub strip." One of the cops said while gesturing to a plastic tub someone had produced. Soap did as told grumbling the whole time.
Ghost was less than pleased. His glare could cut through stone but he reluctantly did as told. As clothing came off more eyes stared in horror. His scars painted a horrific story. The vivisection scar, a circular scar under his right peck that had a matching point on his back, thine scar across his whole neck where someone failed to slit his throat, the left side of his neck was covered in a burn scar, he had a glasgow smile, another scar went through the right side of his lips pulling it to where it consistently showed teeth. There was a gnarly scar across the bridge of his nose and other smaller scars littered the rest of his face and body. His blue and brown eyes were surrounded by smudged black grease paint.
He made quite the sight and Soap had to fight to keep from staring. Finally, after they had been searched once more and given their new clothes. With their mugshot taken ‘JOHNNY I SWEAR DOWN STOP MAKIN’ STUPID FACES!’ and fingerprints taken and everything else sorted they were assigned cells. They weren’t put together but rather roomed across from one another. Soap had complained while Ghost remained silent. They placed their stuff down in their respective cells and were introduced to their cellmate. Mark had introduced himself to Ghost while Bull had tried to assert his dominance over an unamused and unaffected Soap. together they had walked to the cafeteria Mark showing them the way.
In the cafeteria Soap and Ghost placed themselves near a corner Mark had followed asking questions all the while. Soap had answered most of them.
Why are you here?
We killed some people
Why?
We are soldiers It’s are job
Then why did you get arrested?
No one believes us even though we have proof
What are your actual names?
Unimportant
What do you do in the military?
Classified
What rank are you?
Sergeant, he’s my Lieutenant
How long will you be here?
Until our contact gets us out
Why aren’t you scared of the guy you’re roomed with?
He seems like a pussy
Who were you sent to kill?
Classified
Why doesn’t he talk?
He doesn’t like to.
It continued like this until Soap got annoyed and stopped answering. Both Soap and Ghost nearly inhaled the food much to Mark's disgust. “How are you eating this slop?” Soap chuckled lightly before answering with a smile, “It’s better them MRE’s.” Ghost hums in agreement. Ghost turns to Soap after they finish and begins to sign, ‘How long do you think we will be here?’ Mark’s eyebrows furrow, Soap signs back his answer, ‘No more than a week probably less.’ Ghost nods in agreement, ‘Just don’t cause too much trouble.’ Ghost orders and Soap chuckles saluting lazily. “O course mo chridhe.” Before Mark can ask any questions Ghost turns to him, “Is there a gym?” Mark shakes himself back into the present and nods, “Come on I’ll show you.” With Mark leading the way they made their way to the gym. There were people already in there but the soldiers ignored them making their way to the treadmills and began to run. As time passed they made their way through the equipment until they were tired. They made their way back to the cells collected a change of clothes and went to shower.
Once done they had placed themselves in Soap’s cell. Mark had warned them it was a bad idea with Bull surely coming back soon, but Soap and Ghost paid him no mind. The two were on the lower bunk practically cuddling as they spoke quietly. Eventually Bull did come back and he began ranting. “You have some nerve obviously you don’t know who I am or you wouldn’t do this! This is MY cell and no one is allowed in it I am in charge of this prison! You come in here all high and mighty thinking you can do whatever you want, but you can’t!” However, before he could continue Soap spoke up, ”Can ye shut up nobody cares who ya think ye are.” Mark’s eyes go wide from where he was already gaping and Bull’s eyes go dark in anger. “What did you just say to me?” Bull asked lowly anger clear in his tone, but Soap paid him no mind. “Ye heard me.” Soap said rolling his eyes at the other man in annoyance. Bull puffed up and went to grab Soap, but Soap jumped up from his place on the bed and grabbed Bull’s arm. “Look lad I didna care what your problem is but you need to cut it out before someone gets hurt.” Soap’s jovial tone had dropped leaving only a sure and serious intonation.
Bull didn’t take the warning for what it was and reared back before sending his not-caught hand flying forward in a punch. Soap easily dodged out of the way and swept Bull’s legs out from under him pinning him to the floor. A nearby officer who had heard the commotion came to intervene. “What is going on here?!” He growled. Soap looked up and offered a charming smile, “Lad here was trying tae start a fight I tried tae de-escalate it didna work and he went tae attack me so I restrained him.” The officer looked over to Mark who was nodding in agreement, “He’s telling the truth Bull tried to swing on him and he dodged and pinned him.” Bull was loudly protesting his innocence but was ignored and he was cuffed and taken to solitary. Mark couldn’t take his eyes off Soap amazement clear in his gaze.
Soap looked up and wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion, “What are ye lookin’ at me like that for?” Mark answered, “What do you mean what!? Bull is the toughest guy around and you took him down like a toddler!” Soap rolled his eyes in annoyance. “He is a toddler he has no idea how to actually fight he’s all talk.” Ghost adds in his own opinion from where he had remained on the bed uninterested in the whole ordeal, “I’ve trained rookies fresh from boot camp with more skill than that.” Soap nods along to the point. “You didn’t even try to help what if he got hurt?” Mark demanded glaring at Ghost. Ghost rolled his mismatched eyes with a huff, “Johnny can 'andle 'Imself.” Soap shoots a fond look at the man before turning back to Mark.
“I am more than capable of dealing with him ye don need tae worry.” Soap reassured before shooing Ghost out of the cell, “Lights off is soon and I don't want you getting in trouble LT.” Ghost huffed but did as told and settled in his cell leaving Soap alone in his. It continued like that for the next two days until one morning in the cafeteria a commotion had caught everyone's attention. A woman came storming into the cafeteria blond hair in a bun and a CIA lanyard clear on display. Ghost barked out a laugh as a large man scurried away from where she had bodied past him. Soap smiled widely tone excited, “Laswell nice tae see ya does this mean we can go back tae base?” Laswell scowled at the room at large before turning on the man who was at the entrance of the room the same man who had detained and booked the two soldiers.
“You're losing your job! You can’t just take my boys because you feel like it, Stepan!” Once she finished yelling at the man she turned back to her boys, “MacTavish Riley time to go home I got a change of clothes you can change on the flight home just prepare for Nik to laugh at you for getting arrested.” Ghost rolled his eyes, “Big talk from the Russian.”
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“We have the fingerprints back and you'll want to see this.” A voice called through the room and Stepan made his way over. He looked at the results pulled up on the computer seeing one John ‘Soap’ MacTavish of the SAS and one Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley of the SAS. Interestingly Simon Riley was declared dead and the murderer of the Riley family. Before he could do anything however the front door flung open to a woman who screamed, “WHO OF YOU FUCKING IDIOTS ARRESTED MY MEN!” Stepan winced what had he done?