Where they’re stumbling around eachother trying to dance along the lines of love but instead are stepping on each other’s foot and kicking their ankles by total accident. Where they’re studying the choreography day and night but to totally different dances.
Ghost leaving chocolates in soaps gear, hoping soap blushes. Hopefully Soap enjoys the sweet treat while wondering who was the kind, devilishly handsome, smart, witty, hilarious secret admirer to gift him this. But by the time soap finds the bar he’s trying to reload his gun only to cram a chocolate bar into the ammo barrel. He ended up resorting to yell “grenade” and throwing the chocolate bar towards the gunfire, hoping the enemy fall for it and ducks while he books it out of there and to exfil.
Soap putting flowers in ghosts room, Orange Lillies. Soap googled their meaning before gifting them because he’s not a total moron. Orange Lillie’s: symbolizing confidence, boldness, and courage. Traits he’s very fond of from his lieutenant…Unfortunately ghost ALSO googled their meaning but they got sent to completely different sites. Hate and distain…gee thanks. Ghost sighs, thinking his secret admirer is stupid and didn’t google the meaning, or that his secret admirer could be a secret hater…
Soap: Ghost! Ye won’t believe it but some dumbass put a chocolate bar where my bloody ammo was! Gee thanks now I can eat some sweets while I bleed out from the bullet holes.
Ghost: Oh yeah daft bastard must’ve had good intentions though…oh but ye won’t believe it. Not sure if I have an enemy or someone who liked the mask too much. Got send Orange Lillies, googled it and they mean hate, no decent lads out there anymore. All of em are dozy.
Soap: …I mean if they all suck maybe we could give it a go…i know we can tolerate each other enough so why not try…
Ghost: didn’t know you could come up with half decent ideas mactavish.
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
ordering at a fast food joint in the middle of a very low stakes intel mission.
Cashier: Hi how are you, what can I get you both?
Soap: Swell, I’ll get a number three with extra onion.
Ghost: Mornin. Number two no pick—
Soap: Wee man would like extra pickles in his number two.
Ghost: Johnny shut—no pickles.
Soap: Okay yeah no pickles but he’ll take extra cheese, onion, an tomato’s—
A hand is promptly slapped over soaps mouth.
Ghost: Number two with just the meat and lettuce.
Ghost struggles to pull a twenty out his pocket AND cover the Sargents mouths he thrashes, just plopping it on the counter and shoving soap towards the exit.
Sitting at some bench fully decked out in gear and a soggy bag between them.
I do think, despite everything about ghost's presence and demeanor, if you put him in a looney toons based environment a la "who framed Roger rabbit" he would catch onto the logic immediately and naturally. he would pull a comically oversized hammer out of his pocket in front of Soap and then look at him like Soap was crazy for not understanding how he did that
Hope your new lieutenant doesn’t give you shit for your technically military standard length hair.
Hope the Sargent Shepard paired you with is competent…enough.
Hope the lieutenant sits by you just to sit two soldiers away while maintaining eye contact.
Hope the Sargent takes the hint.
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Hope maybe your Sargent won’t be such a pain today.
Hope your lieutenant isn’t secretly a sadist with all the laps he’s making you do
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Hope your Sargent guiding you throughout the base isn’t trying to get you killed because all you can do to navigate through Alejandro’s base is trust him.
Hope Ghost will snipe Hassan off of you cause you’re thrashing around but the bastards dragging you off the building so you have trust ghost has got your back despite being buildings away.
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Hope Johnny didn’t take your last crisp bag.
Hope Simon is finally keen on sharing.
Hope drinking with the team will let you blame the pints on why you’re getting a bit flirtier with the jokes that you aren’t sure are jokes anymore.
Hope your Sargents/lieutenants eyes aren’t lying to your heart that they also want to take you home and live happily ever after.
Hope the foot teasing your ankle is a sign that they’ve been serious about every joke
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Hope that your breath doesn’t reek against the other man’s neck the following morning.
Hope you have time before morning drills to get breakfast with the other man
Hope it wasn’t just some stress relief.
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Hope the captain lets you schedule time off around the same time as Simon so you can show him your home town.
Hope the YouTube art tutorials pay off and you can actually paint a figure that at least resembles Johnny. Kyle’s been telling you it’s key in a relationship to get into the others hobbies.
Hope that Simon doesn’t mind if you watch the next episode of some crime show without him.
Hope that Johnny doesn’t watch the next episode without you.
Hoping Simon cleans his mask with detergent and not dish soap.
Hope that soap didn’t plan anything too extravagant for your anniversary.
Hope Simon doesn’t mind the mariachi band waiting to greet him.
Hope that Johnny doesn’t find that suspiciously loose floorboard hiding a ring.
Hope that Simon doesn’t look through your sock drawer to find small black box
Hope that call from price wasn’t too urgent until minutes later you get another call from a hospital.
Hope that his hearts still beating when you get there
Hope your heart stops racing so quickly you can’t think.
Hope that he wakes up.
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Hope the movement in his hand is a good sign that he’ll wake up soon enough.
Hope that he’s cold cause it’s winter, and not that he’s leaving you
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Hope he wakes up AFTER you’re back from your mission. You hate leaving him but you’ll go insane worrying, you just need something to keep your mind occupied, you can’t bare the flowers by his hospital bed, they frame his body like a corpse. He can’t die yet. Not now. Not without you. Not ever.
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Hope that the bloody chopper flys faster cause of the calls from gaz about soaps eyes fluttering, hope that the dirt and grime on you makes Johnny reminisce about their first time meeting.
Hope Johnny likes the scruff on your face cause you haven’t had anyone to look decent for in a long time.
Hope that the flowers can mask the dirt and grime just enough after you realized you want to be somewhat presentable.
Hope your ears aren’t playing tricks on you as you hear the once silent room full of laughter, laughter that can only be his doing while he hasn’t fully grasped how long he’s been out—or he’s joking so he won’t cry from the lost time.
Hope as you open the door and make eye contact with his gorgeous blue eyes. He’s looking at you with so much surprise, maybe it’s the mask, you throw it off and plop the flowers down on his bed and just as you’re about to drop to your knees and sob your heart you feel prices hand hold your shoulder in place and address Johnny.
“Lad, this is Simon. Remember him?
“Aye! How could I forget! It’s good tae see you again mate! Big mysterious bloke too, hard to forget.”
Hope drains from Simon as John recalls his last fully coherent memory of him when capturing el sin nombre. He remembers training, pubs, and lunches together. But not enough. Not nearly enough.
Ghost spend weeks helping him remember basic stuff, how he loves art, how he’s more of a cat person and dislikes that he isn’t a dog person, how precisely he cut his Mohawk (Simon has to help him the first time since it’s been far too long and his hair is absolutely out of control),
how he prefers scotch over whiskey, which soap brand he prefers, the breathing techniques he uses to calm himself down from punching someone, what he eats on cheat days, hair products, dietary habits, what he packs in order of urgency,
how he’s crafty when needing to cause an explosion, how he escapes from awkward conversations.
How much ghost knows soap more than soap even knows himself. And when Johnny finally catches up to himself he thanks ghost, and asks why they’re sharing a place, it’s a bit “unprofessional considering ranks right?”
The cheesy laugh and his connotation meant to come off as a light hearted joke, Simon knows Johnny could give less of a shit on rules and regulations—look at his hair for Christ sake— but the way John said it. It made something click.
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Hope the boxes spread around your flat don’t stay there for long as soap hauls a few in the truck he rented.
Hope ghost helps you with the massive box you swore you could carry into the truck yourself.
Hope Johnny doesn’t hurt his back.
Hope the warm bubble in your gut doesn’t make you do anything brash especially after the man’s third bad joke.
Hope that you found all of soaps sketch books scattered around, they were bought in bulk so soap has a sketch book ready in every room for a stroke of genius to hit.
Hope that despite moving out you and Simon can be great pals, you don’t remember a ton from before but you’d love to get to know him better.
Hope that you cry after he leaves because after tossing all of John’s socks in a bag you find a small black box at the bottom of the drawer. You keep it selfishly. You can’t handle the idea that if Johnny got it he’d give it to some other bloke instead of the finger it was made to be around.
Hope that you can one day repay your friend(?) for all the help. Taking care of you, helping you remember who you are, all of you, you wonder if you had a crush on him from before, you must of had.
You felt it in the hospital bed, you felt the rush of blood go up to your face, you felt the warm glittering feeling in your stomach, you barely processed what your captain said when asking you if your remembered the man. He had the most beautiful brown eyes you’d ever seen. You must of had a puppy dog crush from before, those eyes were impossible to not love.
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Hope is the foundation of every relationship.
Hope your first day back on base goes smoothly.
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Hope your head stops beating, trying to remember things you’ve definitely never seen.
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Hope your brain stops trying to remember what the lieutenants ring size is.
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Hope your brain stops trying to remember sweet talking the larger man.
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Hope your lieutenant doesn’t give you shit for your technically military standard length hair despite the fact he himself helped cut it.
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Hope the lieutenant sits by you just to sit two soldiers away without even making eye contact.
Woah this is an OLD ask will need a reference photo twin, also I don’t think I’ll outdo that one little drawing in your math book I did </3 my Optimus magma or something whatever that guy said
Ghoap drinking at some pub late at night. Enough shots in to half-joke about marrying each other if they’re both single by thirty. Both fully aware ghost is already thirty-three and Soap’s twenty-seven.
