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Johnny knew he was a good solider. He was part of the 141. He prided himself on it. So why the hell was he letting someone from Mechanical of all places get under his skin like this?
"I bet you're real good at following orders aren't ya Sudsy?"
The words from the gym kept circling around and around in his head for days. Sudsy. That wasn't his call sign and he positive you knew it. It would be like if he called you fucking Wrenches instead of Goggles. What kind of call sign was Goggles anyways? He earned his call sign with how cleanly he swept houses thank you very much.
With a huff he cut off whatever conversation Gaz was trying to have with him. Something about a bird? A pigeon? Or dove? Whatever it was Johnny was sure that it was something they could revisit later at least. He could feel an energy buzz in his fingertips. It was similar to when they'd be cooped up on site, a need to excise it without the space to do anything about it.
Only this time he wasn't cooped up waiting for some terrorist or oligarch to make a drop. The only four walls around him were the breakroom, and he could leave it at any time. And like a cartoon it was almost like a lightbulb went off above Johnny's head. He just had to tell it to you straight. His call sign was Soap, and he was a sergeant damnit, he was going to be respected.
With that mission directive in mind he hustled his way out of the break room and down to the garage. Surely you had to be there.
Whoever the fuck had decided to go try mudding with the LTATV and fucked up the undercarriage, their mother was hoe. You could feel your blood pressure rising as you looked at what seemed to be like gallons of dried mud that caked underneath as well as inside. Seriously, it was built for like two people, but given how the suspension was fucked you could only guess that, the weight limit was happily disregarded. Cap gave this to you as payback for giving Smudge new markers, you were sure of it. Bastard.
Before you could consider if insubordination was worth having on your permanent record, the very man you were considering insubordinating was calling for you. What great timing. With a grunt you rolled out from the LTATV, brushing the crumbling mud from your front, uncaring of what was caught in your hair at the moment.
"Yeah yeah I'm coming what-Oh Sudsy!"
And just like that your day was looking so much brighter. Sgt 'Soap' MacTavish was an absolute fucking meal and you were starving. Especially when he got that annoyed pouty look on his face that made you wanna give him something to be a little less grumpy about. Or maybe a little more grumpy depending on if he'd let you-
"Sargent here wanted to have a word with you."
Fuck Cap for being a goddamn buzzkill. You were enjoying giving the good sargent a slow once over.
"Sure. I'll take a little break from the bullshit you gave me."
Honestly you knew you were lucky that Cap let you be as mouthy as you were, but that was something to tell him later. You were giving your undivided attention to a certain Scott.
"So, what can I do ya for? Sudsy?"
Oh you probably shouldn't have enjoyed the way his eyebrow twitched at your new nickname for him. But you did and well that was going to be his problem. You tilted your head as you waited for an answer, enjoying the way Johnny crossed his arms over his chest. Seriously you just wanted to gnaw on him. Just a little. Those biceps looked very gnawable...
"What's wrong with it?"
It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, looking back at the LTATV with a shrug.
"Some dumbasses thought they'd test the all terrain in some unauthorized mud shenanigans."
"So it just needs a wash?"
Oh it should have been illegal for him to sound so cute when he was confused. Seriously. You just wanted to smoosh his face between your hands.
"The suspensions fucked at the very least, but won't know until I can get a better look. And get covered in mud myself."
With a sigh you leaned against the side of the vehicle, and couldn't help but give Johnny a smirk.
"Though I bet you know all about that right?"
His confused stare only made your smile grow.
"Getting dirty? You know through mud and blood and all that jazz? Bet you clean up real nice too Sudsy."
Having a neon sign above your head flashing 'fuck me' might have been a little less obvious. But given the look on Johnny's face you weren't sure if he was getting it yet.
"Soap."
Huh?
"Huh?"
You didn't mean to sound stupid, but if it meant having this man step into your space, you could be the dumbest bitch possible. You could just barely smell whatever aftershave he used as you tilted your face up to keep eye contact with him.
"Call sign's Soap. Not Sudsy."
Fuck you'd call him whatever he wanted with that hard look on his face. Wonder if he'd still look like that if you slid down and-
"Right. Soap."
"Don't forget it."
You weren't planning on it anytime soon, and you could feel how charged your little stare down was getting. It was for you at least. Before you had a chance to suggest that you move your little meeting to somewhere more private, like a storage closet, the man was nodding to himself and stepping back to turn on heel and walk away.
Not great manners, but you could train that into him. You were sure. You enjoyed the view of him walking away, waiting until he was just about to leave the garage to call out to him.
"Toodles...Soap."
The man didn't bother to wave good bye but that was alright. You were pretty sure the flush you saw crawling up the back of his neck wasn't your imagination. With a groan you dropped your head back for it to clunk to the ATV frame.
"Fuuuuuck I gotta get that man pregnant."
You weren't sorry for the private that you startled.