#ml911

[pseudolife-archived1]

Soap was... Soap was...

Soap was a fucking disaster for Gary Sanderson's mental state. The exact opposite of Ghost's quiet, his affection not quite as niche, not quite as preciously guarded, Soap gave it all to the both of them whenever he saw them - especially Roach. He wasn't just the first to laugh, but the first to touch too, the first to give words to his feelings, the first to expression his affection in ways that made it seem - easy. He fell easily into the dynamic that Roach and Ghost had already built, carved himself a little nook in the midst of it without ruining any flow - and it was good with him. It came easy.

But it also came with consequences Roach hadn't been accounting for - quickly, too. A sudden appreciation for the man hitting him like a flashbang to the face, leaving him just about as disoriented. Heart fluttering in his chest with every brush of a shoulder against his, a bump of a hip, the brush of knuckles. Little things already making his heart go wild - and when it came to the bigger things? Things like Soap in his pair of grey sweats, stretched out on his bed? Sleepy and warm and fond, and unfairly attractive? Soap leaning in to kiss him good morning, open mouthed?

It's catastrophic - he's catastrophic. And the only thing Roach can do is hang on. Hang on and kiss him back, fingers pressing accidental bruises into his shoulders as he pulls him closer and rolls him over. Finding a perch, easily but awkwardly, on the other man's hips as he leans into instinct instead of lack-of experience and kisses him desperately and intimately. Hungrily.

@ml911 / ROACH for SOAP

[pseudolife-archived2]

❛ light up, Roach. we're gonna be here for a while. ❜

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson loves his career, he loves his team. He loves the adventures that came with being in Task Force 141, along with all the challenges it threw his way. He loved the action it provided, how it left him with a feeling of purpose - even when he was injured in action.

What he didn't like was the cold. He felt slow in anything above a foot of snow, and ice made him feel clumsy, even with all his training. He hated being cold too - the way the wind felt like it blew through even the most highest of rated gear. He just didn't fucking like it, any of it, and even the perks of being paired with one of the loves of his life didn't have him feeling any better.

Especially when it's, not even arguably, the more positive of his lovers.

Gritting his teeth, Roach sniffs lightly - as if dismissing the idea that he wasn't acting positively - and rubs his gloved hands together before responding. 'If I ever complain about being overheated again, remind me of this mission.'

grumpy / sunshine meme ; accepting

[tigerop]

tries his hand at putting little cat ears on Horangi's helmet — .

The first obvious red flag, perhaps, should have been in the way the operator stood completely still and docile and allowed such a thing. Hell, he allowed them to stay despite how easily they could have been jostled off with a quick shake of his head. ❝ Since I am but a cat now, you will not mind doing my paperwork for me-—since that is a human task. And I am a cat. ❞ he lifted a hand and curled it into a fist, motioned his wrist downward in a typical gesture often accompanied when pantomiming a feline.

And with the most flat monotone, offered up an incredibly unconvincing ❝ Meow. ❞ he dropped his hand and reached to give Soap a pat on the shoulder as he brushed past him (ears still shamelessly saddled upon his helmet). He gave a curt wave over his shoulder. ❝ Thanks, much appreciated! ❞

[pseudolife-archived2]

tapes two pipe cleaners atop Roach's helmet like little bug antennae

Bites Soap's hand.

[tigerop]

“ gotcha covered, move up. ”

Horangi couldn't say he wasn't one to kick up a fuss about the questionable collabs KorTac occasionally found themselves involved in, but he could at least say he didn't kick up the MOST fuss. Private contractors just worked like that, it was kind of where the PRIVATE aspect really came into play. Shit could get a lot weirder with the crossover of groups than with anything more public, more on paper. 

Childish rivalries aside, they were all professionals. All trained, all seasoned-—it went without saying Horangi did nothing more than convey his acknowledgment and moved up to hold position in order to offer the same cover in turn. After all, what wasn't there to trust with this one?

There were plenty of other freaks he tossed narrowed side glances at through dark shades, plenty of other operators he could only really give a 5 or maybe 6 on the ' Out of 10, how likely would they leave your ass SOL' scale. But this one, Soap, what could he say? The vibes were trustworthy, they were reliable. Horangi was still a dogshit gambler, but he didn't feel like he had to worry being matched up with this guy because it wasn't a gamble, it just felt assured.

His gaze fell for the corner he had just cleared only to pull back, flash a curt hand signal at the barest sight of the toe of a boot to convey that they indeed were about to have unexpected company. Guard shift intel had been secured long before boots had hit the ground which meant this was just a good ole' unplanned variable.

[pseudolife-archived2]

Ghost had pulled a disappearing act. Roach had spoken to him, verbally, for the first time ever, and he'd fucking run from their bed the next morning. Roach had verbally confessed his love for the man and Ghost had run off without telling him a fucking thing.

Roach wishes he could say he was surprised, but all he can feel is doubt eating away at him, slowly and meticulously. Ghost's reminder of them being more stable than that being slowly overtaken by the reminder that they were in the military, and sometimes shit happened between them, but it wasn't serious. It never was.

He lasts until midday, and then he crashes. Abandoning his lunch in the favor of walking, glassy eyed and empty headed, back to the room they shared.

Good news is he's not crying. Bad news is, uh, he's angry with himself.

@ml911 ; I FUCKED AROUND AND FOUND OUT