Warnings: canon typical violence, language
Prompt from- @hayleymaltman (more request welcome)
“soap and ghost get into an argument and ghost shuts down and then soap spends half of the fic trying to get simon to even blink at him”
A/n I hope this is close enough to what you had been looking for 💕 I had a good time writing it so I hope you enjoyed regardless
Soap and Ghost had started to get partnered up more often, usually running recon missions before the 141 was sent in full. Soap in particular enjoyed the sanctioned alone time with Ghost, the conversations and the slightly insubordinate behavior he could get away with.
“Hold on a moment Johnny”, Like continuing a sweep after Ghost told him to wait a moment as he was bent over securing data out of an abandoned terminal. What could he say sometimes he just liked to wander, usually it didn’t cause problems.
He was a big boy and he could handle himself.
Soap had just turned a corner out of ghost sight, making his way through what was supposed to be an abandoned compound when an explosion rattled through the corridor. Rubble and dust had filled the air making the night conditions darker and killed the power to the terminal he had been pouring over.
“Soap, how copy?” Ghost rough voice cut through the comms. Nothing came back through. He paused for another second. “Johnny, how copy?” More silence.
The only thing Ghost could hear was the settling of rubble. He ripped the drive out of the terminal, shoving it into a forgotten pocket on his vest and took off towards Soap.
The corridor had collapsed completely blocking him off from Soap. He could hear the tell tale echoing shots from Soaps issued rifle, he felt a shock of ice down his spine as he clutched at his radio again.
“Johnny! How copy?” His voice was gruff and while he wouldn’t admit it to himself it sounded like ill concealed panic. Static came back through the radio. He cursed running back through the corridor searching for a way to get to Johnny.
Fucking hell, that bastards got to start listening
Ghost’s boots pounded through the corridors until the fire fight got louder and louder.
He entered a courtyard just in time to watch Johnny fall,a bullet piercing his thigh. Ghost’s vision turned red and he dropped one remaining opfor running over to Soap.
He was struggling to get up and back on his feet before Ghost shoved him back down pulling off Soaps med kit from his vest. His hand lingered on his vest for a second glancing down to where Soap had been shot. Light hands pushing the kit into Johnny's hands “Stop. Deal with that. I’m going to clear the area, stay here.”
Leveling off his rifle he continued to clear the rest of the courtyard and the remainder of the compound.
No more explosions and no more combatants, he let out a breath.
He started back to the courtyard and just as he was turning the last corner he crashed into Soap, Soap’s rifle crashing to the stone floor. He felt buzzing under his skin.
“I thought I told you to stay put.” His hands gripped Soaps shoulders to steady him and he looked down to the shotty work Soap had made of his thigh. A frustrated sigh escaped him. “And I thought I told you to take care of that, not make it worse.”
He helped Johnny down to the floor a little rougher than necessary, grabbing his radio for exfil.
“Ghost I’m fine, Keep the heid” Johnny was trying to brush his hands away from his leg but Ghost just slapped them away from where he was fixing the bandaging tightly.
“English MacTavish” it was punctuated with a rough twist of bandage that sent a groan through Soap.
“Now don’t you go and try to kill me too” it was a little strangled as he was pulled back up into standing and dragged off towards the RV. Ghost let it fall on deaf ears, his skin was itching at the pressure of Johnny leaning on him to walk. His thumb slipped under the balaclava trying to steady himself against Ghost as they walked, tightening slightly when he stumbled. Ghost’s anger was bubbling up and he felt himself going quiet as Soap was trying to ask if they at least had gotten the data. He got clipped answers in response, voice filled with ice and eyes unreadable. When the helicopter landed to take them away he essentially tossed Soap in.
“Hey what’s th-“ “Shut up MacTavish.” it was cold. And it was the last thing he spoke to him, disappearing off to Price to debrief the recon while Soap was shuffled off to medical.
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“Would you please just look at me Simon,” his voice came out hoarse ruined with stress. “I don’t understand please, Simon I don’t understand” John moved to step into his line of sight again but he seemed to purposely be avoiding him. Matter a fact he’s been avoiding everyone, no one had seen him in days and John only caught him walking into his assigned barracks.
They returned from the recon gone wrong three days ago, the second the helicopter had touched down, Ghost had shoved his way to get out, disappearing among the medical team that rushed to Soap and hadn’t seen him since.
He had completed his own debrief with Captain Price reporting his injury and required limitations, of which walking was included, not that he pointedly ignored it when convenient such as backing Simon into his own room.
He was desperate, desperate to understand what he did wrong, to understand why an iron curtain had slammed between them.
“Things happen on missions all the time I don’t understand what’s different about this one” He was shorter than Ghost not by a lot but enough that he had to look up just a bit to look him in the eye. Eyes that seemed frozen over, that might as well have been dead to the world.
He took another step forward putting too much weight on his leg and he stumbled forward putting his hand out to catch on Ghost’s chest, only to have been caught by Ghost’s own gloved hand in a too tight grip.
He leaned down just a fraction of the way, eyes seeming to have gone from frozen ice to molton stone, the grip on his hand tightened even more and he was pushed back towards the door he had trespassed through and shut moments before.
“You just don’t listen.” He leaned closer pushing him further against the door. “ You don’t listen to anyone Sergeant” Ghost voice was gravel against palms, it stung. Johnny opened his mouth to speak
“Shut your mouth.” His jaw clicked shut and he looked up to Ghost looming over him, seething anger rolling off on him. “And you don’t know how to shut up.”
They stared, locked unwilling to back down from whatever this was. Johnny was reeling from the display of aggression from Ghost, and Ghost was trying to beat Simon bloody into a corner of his mind again.
Ghost let go of Johnny's hand caging him in instead as he onced him over. Johnny looked like he hadn’t slept, dark circles under his eyes, he stood with most of his weight on his other leg, the injured one crooked just so to keep him balanced. Simon noticed his lips were torn up from worrying at them as well. Johnny raised his hand and settled it on Ghost arm, a small “Simon” escaping from him as he tried to make eye contact again.
He took a step back shaking his head to silence Johnny again, breaking eye contact, his chest rising in stressed breaths. It was silent again in the room.
Seconds seemed to drag on into hours as Johnny watched Ghost in internal turmoil.
Simon slowly looked back towards him. “I was scared…you hadn’t answered your radio, the corridor was completely blocked and I could hear the fire fight” He paused again, looking down at his boots. “You didn’t answer and you didn’t listen to me.” Johnny swore Simon's voice was cracking and he took a little step forward straining his leg.
Ghost was back in his face, caging him in again eyes almost frenzied, and the iron curtain shattered.
“You don’t fucking listen Johnny. I tell you to wait. You don’t. I tell you to stay put. You don’t, I know damn well you were told to quit bloody walking on that leg and you don’t listen.” His fist slammed against the door next to his head, making him flinch a moment. “Why don’t you bloody listen Johnny… you coulda died,,,, and I would’ve been too far away” His voice did crack this time as he looked away from Johnny who’d been staring at him starry eyed.
Johnny leaned forward, pressing his face into Simon’s chest, arms slowly coming up to encase him, he felt Simon go stiff under him.
“I’m sorry” it was a simple two words but he felt Simon relax under him and felt a hand grip into his shirt and another behind his neck pressing him tighter to Simon. “I’m sorry Simon, I didn't mean to scare you.”
“ please i just need you to listen to me out there” he buried his face into the top of Johnny’s head, the rough paint from the balaclava scratching uncomfortably into Johnny, but he just nestled closer trying to relish the moment in strong arms and the smell of bourbon and smoke words muffled as he spoke fervently.
“I’ll try Simon I promise, i'll try”
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