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Soap shakes uncontrollably in their bed, he has a vest, long sleeve shirt and hoodie on, as well as tracksuit bottoms and two pairs of fluffy socks. The bed is pilled high with the duvet and all of the blankets in the flat. Yet hes still shaking, his teeth are chattering and his chest feels tight and sore from the cold air.
Its been like this for 3 days, the landlord said no one will be out to fix it until next week. And Simon was on a mission, he wasnt meant to be back until the heating was fixed, so he couldnt even get the english man to suffer with him or provide him with warmth. He finally manages to sleep, he doesnt even know how since his body was shaking so much, even his eyes were cold.
When he wakes up a few hours later hes warm, nice and toasty, like hes in a sauna. He lets out a small sigh, the heating must have been fixed. But then he shifts and feels an arm around his waist "hm, did I wake you?" Simon asks from behind him. Ah, his personal space heater is back.
"No, 's nice and warm now" he mutters, turning over to face him, a small gust of cold air shoots down the bed and he instinctively presses closer to Ghost, his head burying into the english mans neck. His arms curl up to his chest and he tries to press every little inch of his body against him.
"It was bloody freezin' when I came in, why d'ya not have the heatin' on?" Simon asks, his voice causes a vibration through his throat and chest, making Soap press impossibly closer. "Heatings broken" he mutters "wont be back til next week."
Simon sighs "I'll book us a hotel" he goes to get up but Soap clings to him "five more minutes." Simon sighs again but moves back closer to him "fine...five minutes then I'm ringin' a hotel, I know you cant survive in cold weather Johnny, you're like a lizard." That earns the english man a elbow to the rib. He lets out a hiss of pain and Soap pulls back slightly "you alright?"
Simon nods "yeah, just got a bit battered on the mission, nothin to worry about though." Soap looks at him for a minute before nodding "alright" he says softly, cuddling back up to him, making sure to be gentler around his chest.
"Why didn't you just book a hotel, hm?" Simon asks before yawning, missions always took it out of him. Soap shrugs a little then groans, his muscles feeling sore from the cold "didn't want to waste money, and its not that cold."
Simon just raises an eyebrow "you're over here shaking like a tambourine, Johnny." Soap looks at him then huffs and pouts, which earns him a soft kiss "I'm gonna book the hotel now, so you dont turn into an ice pop."
Soap whines as Simon gets out of the bed, leaving him to fend for himseld against the cold, "so dramatic" Ghost mutters, rolling his eyes before walking out to call a hotel.
"Comfy?" Simon sounds amused as Soap cuddles up in the hotel bed, the duvet wrapped around him, even though hes warm enough hes still clinging to the english man, his legs and arms encircling him "mhm."
-fin.