I don't need much, I just need-
Soap and Ghost cuddling on the porch outside.
It had been a long mission. It's amazing Soap even survived. There was even a close call in those tunnels, If Price had been even one second slower in shooting him... Soap doesn't want to think about what would have happened.
But that's all over now.
Makarov is dead.
The world is just that little bit safer.
Cap had obviously sent them off, practically chasing Soap off the second they got back. He honestly had to feel a bit bad for the guy, it's pretty clear he was under a lot of stress the whole time. Besides, Soap never was one to turn down a free vacation.
He didn't even think twice before grabbing Ghost, packing a small bag for the two of them, and heading off towards his family home up in Scotland.
They had just arrived the other night, having spent the day relaxing and catching up on sleep. Even Ghost, the insomniac he is, didn't leave the bed till 1300.
Gaz and Soap had chatted earlier that day over text, mostly Gaz bragging about the nice date he was planning for Red and himself. Soap couldn't blame him too much, he's definitely not that much better off with how often he talks about Ghost. They were both a bit hopeless, weren't they? Lovesick fools, the pair of them.
Now Johnny is sitting on the back porch, watching the wee barns play around in the backyard. He's shoved himself into Simon's side, close enough he can feel the other man's heart. Thankfully he doesn't seem to mind that much, his only real reaction was a hum before pulling Johnny even closer.
The sun had already started setting, casting a nice glow over everything. The air had started to get a bit of a nip to it but not enough to be uncomfortable. More of an excuse to cuddle, no?
They hadn't talked in a while, simply enjoying each other's company. The warmth of dinner still sat nicely in their stomachs, the first real meal either of them had eaten in... A long time. Rations were fine short term, but even Simon could get a little tired of them.
Dinner was nice for other reasons as well.
Johnny had found himself quieting down for once. Not out of fear or anger, no, more out of... Focus.
Simon was smiling. He was smiling and laughing with Johnny's family. He had taken the mask off to eat, but even then he wouldn't slip it back on while he chewed like he sometimes did when he was uncomfortable. His face was warm and full of life, his posture open and welcoming for once.
And if it didn't all go straight down to Johnny's crotch...
They didn't fool around though, no matter how much Johnny wanted to pull the other man into the nearest bathroom. Instead, they went out to the backyard for the kids to burn off some energy before bed.
His sister was off playing with the kids, his ma working on the garden and his da not too far off so he could lend a hand if she needed it. The rest of the family was all scattered around, too spaced out to really be trackable.
Johnny and Simon had simply relaxed on the porch together.
Snapping brought him back, the slight jostle of his shoulder making him look up.
"y' alright? 'been quiet... In your head again?"
It's not often Simon is worried about him being quiet, usually he's telling Johnny to shut up. He must have spaced out quite a bit to get this kinda reaction from him.
"Mhm. Solid. Just thinking, nothing bad though."
That seems to be enough for Simon, settling for a 'humph' and pulling Johnny closer. If that was even possible.
They drifted back into a quiet cuddle, the silence comforting like a blanket.
And for once? Soap didn't mind the empty space.
Because it wasn't empty. It was full.
Home.
Lmao. Look at these idiots, they're in love haha. Anyways, I'm going to go pass out for a few hours, I'll see y'all when the sun collapses.
