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It was just a small favor, nothing that warranted more than a "thanks," but Soap was feeling silly, dramatic even.
"Don't know how I ever lived without ya. Please, marry me!" He was joking, of course. The two of you were friends, and as attractive as you thought he was, no lines were ever crossed.
The thing is, you were also feeling silly. "Yea sure, ok." You just wanted to see what he'd do next.
That easy going smile melted off his face as he blinked at you, confused. "Wh...what?"
"Let's get married! I'm not getting any younger you know, and my mother is always asking me when I'll finally settle down." You let out an overly flirtatious giggle that turned into real laughter the more horrified his face looked.
"Uh. Wa-wait!"
You ignored his stuttering and tapped a few keys on your phone, "I'm calling her now! She'll be so happy to hear the news!"
"Now hold on-"
"Hi, mum!" Your voice echoed down the hall as you walked away from a still stunned Soap.
—
Gaz laughed at him when he ran to him in a panic and explained what happened. This wasn't a laughing matter! Marriage was a big step! Not some joke!
"Don't think it counts if you don't give her ring."
And that's when he realized it. You were fucking with him!
Gaz was right. You were only playing this game because you knew he wouldn't go through with it. Well, two can play this game! He'll show you!
—
You almost choked on your food when Soap found you the next day in the mess hall and dropped to one knee as he presented you with an engagement ring.
He looked up at you with big wide eyes (how did he do that?) as his lips tilted up in a hopeful smile. "Not gettin' cold feet on me already are ya, hen?"
The whole mess had gone silent watching the two of you, and you'd look terrible if you rejected him now! And he knew that. Bastard.
"N-no! Of course not! I'd love to marry you, Soap, if you'll still have me?"
Ha, balls back in his court!
He grinned at you, "nothing would make me a happier man." And slipped the ring on your finger.
Applause and congratulations followed the rest of dinner.
—
"Bruv, why the fuck did you actually get her a ring?"
Soap cackled, "she thought she could outplay me! You shoulda seen her, Gaz! Almost had to give her the Heimlich!"
Gaz, still bewildered, shook his head, "so you bought her a ring?"
Soap shrugged, "naah. Didnae buy anything."
Gaz sighed. Oh good-
"Was my gran's."
"You gave her your grandmother's ring?!" What a fucking idiot!
—
Soap basked in his victory for a whole annoying week. Calling you every endearment under the sun with a satisfied grin, taking liberties he'd never had before, like kissing you. It started with just a quick peck on one cheek, then two, then he got bold and kissed your lips. Even though it was something small, it still sent your heart racing and blood rushing to your face.
And then just before he was due for a briefing for an upcoming mission, he acted like he was being sent off to war that very day. He pulled you flush to him, one hand cupping your face the other dangerously low on your back and fervently pressed his lips to yours. You don't know when, or why, you let him deepen the play kiss, but he was good with his tongue.
Captain Price clearing his throat a few feet from you made you jump, but Soap held onto you tightly enough to prevent you from putting space between you.
He dropped his forehead to yours, eyes half lidded as he stared at you, never once breaking eye contact as he addressed his superior. "Sorry, Cap. Jus saying goodbye to the missus."
"Save it for the honeymoon." Price grumbled and moved past the two of you to get to the meeting room.
You pushed Soap back, he finally let his hold on you slip and grinned at you as you stuttered out an apology to Price, even though he wasn't even standing in front of you anymore.
Catching sight of Soap's grin, you narrowed your eyes and pushed him towards the meeting room. He laughed and assured you that he'd see you later, to which you just let out a mumbled "yea," as you practically ran away.
…
That…almost felt real.
Ooh, he's going to regret that!
—
"There you are, my love!" Soap greeted and stood up to give you a kiss. No tongue this time. Thankfully. You really didn't want to be tasting his lunch that way.
You smiled sweetly at him and pulled out a file folder from behind your back and held it out to him.
"Hm? What's this?"
"Marriage license-"
Gaz choked in the background and your eyes flicked to him. Ah, so he was in on it too?
"-just need you to sign it, then we can go the courthouse together."
"Perfect," he nodded and leaned down to give you another kiss, this time a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
"I'm gonna grab my lunch." You stepped away from the table, only glancing back at him once or twice.
"Don't you think this is going a little too far?" Gaz whispered as Soap rummaged around his pockets until he found a pen.
"Nah. She'll fold by this time next week!"
He still signed his name on the official documentation.
—
By the end of the day, Soap found you and dragged you to Price's office.
"Captain, we both need next Monday off."
"We do?" You tilted your head, wondering where he was going with this.
"Aye," he nodded, "we both have to be there to turn in the marriage license."
"Oh, right." This game of chicken was getting awfully close.
Price nodded, "you've got it. Congratulations, you two."
—
Soap dragged Gaz into his plot once more, asking him to come along as a "witness".
"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me. Are you seriously wearing that?"
Soap, in full dress uniform, kilt and all, smiled. "When she sees me in this, she'll freak and admit defeat. Besides, I look good!"
Gaz shook his head and sighed, the two of you were truly meant for each other. "Where is she? Anyway."
"Said she'd meet us there."
—
When they arrived at the courthouse, they ran into Price.
"Cap? What're you doing here?"
"Boys." Price greeted them with a nod. He was wearing a dark navy dress shirt and slacks.
Gaz looked down at his shirt and jeans, muttering about how he looked like an asshole next to his companions.
Price then stepped aside and you were there standing behind him, lifting your hand in a small wave, "hi."
They both froze, Soap's jaw dropping as he took you in. You were in a beautiful white dress that fit you perfectly. When did you have time to buy a wedding dress? (It was actually just an off the rack knee length dress that was on sale, but he didn't need to know that!)
"Fuck me." Soap mumbled as he walked up to you. He said your name, not your call sign or some cutesy nickname, reverently. "You look…fuckin' beautiful. Stunning." He reached out to you, hands gently running down your arms until he was holding your hands in his. Another perfect fit.
You huffed out a shy laugh and dragged your eyes down his uniform. "You look good too."
Just then, the door opened and Gaz jumped out of the way, cursing under his breath as Ghost walked in, dressed similarly to Price but in all black, with a black cotton face mask covering the lower part of his face.
"Got it, sweetheart." Ghost stepped up to you and handed you a bouquet of white flowers.
"Thank you, Simon." You smiled and gently hugged him, your eyes closing for a moment as Ghost returned the hug and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
Your eyes cut open as you looked back at Soap, your sweet smile turning into a cunning smirk.
He stared at you, wide eyed. Not only had you surprised him with a beautiful wedding look, you got his Captain and best mate to join the impromptu wedding party.
—
This was his last chance to back down. Stood hand in hand with you, with the rest of the team watching from the side, in front of a judge.
"Do you, John MacTavish take-"
"I do." He didn't even let the judge finish the question.
This was it. There were no more chances for him to back out. Now you had to be the one to call this whole thing off.
The judge cleared his throat, "uh ok. And do you-"
"I do."
Like you'd ever back down from a challenge!
"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Your lips met in a soft gentle kiss that was met with clapping and cheers from the people most import in both your lives.
—
You looked down at your phone, at the group photo that even Ghost agreed to stand in.
"Geez, you really dressed up, didn't you, Gaz?"
"I thought it was a fake wedding!"