Soap finally manages to take Ghost home for the holidays, he's been trying for years. His family is a lot, but they're friendly.
Soap never stays at the family house, always goes to his flat a few minutes into the city. Lots of moving parts and never enough space, that plus the house holds 20 years of family arguments.
Two near perfect days of Christmas eve introductions and feasting, and Christmas morning gifts. Took half the day, the other half spent cooking and entertaining the kids with snow fights and nerf guns. Ghost is great with kids as it turns out, and paired with "princess Elsa" (his 8 year old neice Sophie) they reigned supreme over the battlefield.
So it's no wonder that he and Ghost are unprepared when a years old op follows him home. Follows him right to the fucking doorstep of the family house. Not very festive.
It's high noon when three shots unhinge the front door and several armor clad men rush in. Ghost had been helping Soap dig some things out of storage when it happened, they were both alert immediately to the sound of gunshots followed by surprised yelps and scared crying from his nieces.
They come around the corner and the first intruder recognizes him immediately and takes aim. Soap doesn't think any further than the kids in same room, and he runs at the man. Slamming into him, grappling for the gun, the rest of the med swarm him immediately. His only thought is to get them out of his house.
He pushes back through the doorway, uses his weight to send them off the porch. They end up in the snow, soap's got the gun but there's hands pulling his leg, his arm, his hair. An arm loops around his neck and squeezes. He chokes for a second, kicking oit to try and dislodge another of the hands before he manages to reach back far enough and fire off a shot.
Not a second later ghost drags another one off of him, and he grabs the last guy by the collar and drags him down. He uses the butt of the gun to hit the guy in the jaw, hard enough to knock him out.
He's panting raggedly by the time he's standing, bare feet in the cold snow, wind biting throughhis loose pajamas. His first real thought is who the hell are these guys. His second is of his family, and suddenly the first seems so much less important as he rushes inside.
His family's okay. Terrified but unhurt. Ghost is wiping tears while soap us hugging his Ma. He's got no idea what the hell just happened but he already know before he locks eyes with Ghost, they have to go, and they need to call price.
It's unlikely that there'll be another attack for now he wagers. It's enough time for him to settle everybody. The kids are mostly fallen asleep with the stress of it all. The ones that aren't are treated to hot coco while the adults have a drink around the fire. Ghost hasn't left his side once, but to grab blankets.
For once the house is quiet while soap hands the last drink to his brother. He wants to stay, let them have their moment to breathe. But he has to go. It's tough explaining, they argue and get loud, but Soap's insistent. Ghost's hand on his shoulder squeezes gently, he's not sure if it's reassurance or a reminder they're on a time limit. He takes it as both.
He has to go, that's final. But they'll be safe, it won't happen again. Whatever this is, whoever, will leave once he does.
It's a long 2 and a half weeks of running. They couldn't go back to base- scratch that. Soap couldn't go back to base, Ghost could have left at any time but he didn't. Price thought there could be a mole, that's how they found him.
Turned out his car, his flat, both bugged too. Soap didn't have too many sentimentals anyway.
When they found out who it was, and old, old contractor from years past soap was relentless. Barely ate, slept when he passed out, never stopped moving, he hunted him down with a fury in on his trail and it left nothing in his wake.
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