This is one of the many chapters I wrote to change this specific chapter, if it blends well with the story I'll keep it, but if I don't like it later on I'll change it. Feel free to tell me your thoughts if you read through it :)
So instead of Soap patching Ghost up after the mission in this one, the scene is now completely different. I'm making Ghost more friendly towards Soap as well as a little more open.
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It's been about a week since Ghost and Soap found those missiles in Hassan's possession. A week of waiting for another mission. It was absolutely killing Ghost on the inside. It didn't help that his arm was healing from a bullet wound either.
Every morning, Ghost woke up feeling restless. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was wasting time. He was itching to go out there and do something, anything. His mind was consumed with thoughts of what the next mission would be. Would it be a simple recon mission or something more dangerous?
The days continued to pass at an excruciatingly slow pace. Ghost found himself spending most of his days in the gym, working on his fitness and making sure he was at the top of his game for when the next mission finally came. It was the only way he could keep himself sane.
But even that wasn't enough to distract Ghost from the thoughts that plagued him. He found himself constantly replaying the events of the last mission in his head. The adrenaline rush of the gunfight, the thrill of sneaking through enemy territory undetected, and the satisfaction of completing the mission successfully. He missed it all.
One night, Soap found Ghost sitting alone in one of the many hallways, back leaned against the wall and his head in his hands.
"Hey...you okay?" Soap asked, concern etched on his face. Ghost looked up, his eyes bloodshot and tired. The mask he wore did little to conceal how exhausted he looked.
"Yeah..." Ghost murmurs, sounding exhausted. Ghost would have preferred that no one see him like this, but he was too tired to care.
Soap's eyes study Ghost intensely, trying to figure out what was wrong with the guy.
He never thought he'd see the legendary Ghost like this. The mission must've gotten to him.
Ghost let out a deep sigh, his eyes staring off into the distance. "I'm just... restless. I can't stand this waiting around anymore. I need to be out there, doing something."
Soap nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. "I know how you feel. But we gotta be patient. We'll be back in the field soon enough."
Ghost shakes his head, frustration evident on his face. "I know, I know. It's just... I feel like I'm wasting away here. Doing nothing. The longer we stay here, the more time the enemy has to plan against us."
Soap crouches down in front of Ghost, his hand resting on the Brit's shoulder. "Hey, we're all in this together. And we'll be ready for whatever comes our way. Trust me."
Ghost lets out a small chuckle, "Sorry for ramblin' to you Sergeant, just so god damn tired."
Soap stands back up, smiling reassuringly at Ghost. "No worries, sir. We all need someone to talk to every once in a while. And who knows, maybe the next mission will be just what we need to get our heads back in the game."
Ghost nods in agreement, feeling slightly better after talking to Soap. "Yeah, you're probably right."
The two soldiers sit in silence for a moment, before Soap taps Ghost on the shoulder. "Come on, let's go get some coffee or something."
Ghost stands up, stretching his legs after sitting for so long. "Yeah, sounds good. I could use it."
As they walk together towards the mess hall, Ghost feels a sense of relief wash over him. Soap wasn't trying to make small talk on the way there or question him about anything.
Soap was a lot different than he originally thought. The Scotsman was respectful, energetic at times, but knew when to keep his distance when needed.
They reach the mess hall and grab their coffee, the hot liquid providing some comfort in the cold night air. They sit down at a small table in the corner, away from the main part of the room.
Everyone was asleep currently, making it easier for Ghost to relax by just a smidge.
"I have a feeling the next mission is going to be a big one." Soap says, breaking the silence.
Ghost nods, taking a sip of his coffee. "Yeah, me too. I can feel it in my bones."
They sit in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts.
As the silence stretches on, Ghost notices a small smile playing on Soap's lips. He finds himself wondering what the sergeant might be thinking about. Was it something about him that he found amusing? Or maybe it was something else entirely.
Ghost watches Soap for a moment, observing the way his eyes sparkle in the low light of the mess hall. He has to admit, there's something about the other man that intrigues him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself, or the fact that he seems to know just how to handle Ghost's mood swings after only knowing him for a week.
Before he can think too much about it, Soap turns to him, expression serious.
"How's your coffee?"
"Tastes like shit," Ghost replies humorlessly after taking a sip, lifting the bottom of his balaclava over his mouth.
Soap smirks, his eyes never leaving Ghost's, "Yeah, it's not the best. But it gets the job done."
Ghost nods in agreement, taking another sip of his coffee.
The silence between them is comfortable now, the weight of their thoughts lifting as they sit there together. Ghost can feel the tension in his muscles easing, his mind calming down. For the first time in days, he feels relaxed.
Soap clears his throat, breaking the comfortable silence. "I was thinking," he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "Would you like to go to the shooting range tomorrow?"
Ghost feels his mind halt at Soap's question. He's not sure if it's the idea of going to the shooting range that excites him, or the fact that someone is actually inviting him to join them. Either way, he knows he can't resist.
"Yeah, sure," Ghost replies, trying to keep his voice steady.
Soap's smile widens. "Great. It'll be good for us to practice our shots before the next mission."
Ghost nods, smiling behind his mask in agreement. "Yeah, definitely. Thanks for the invite, Sergeant."
Soap shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes.
The two soldiers finish their coffee, talking and joking about their previous missions. Ghost realizes that this is what he's been missing. The camaraderie and the sense of purpose that comes with being on a mission.
Soap's gaze breaks from his to glance at a clock on the wall, his eyes widening.
"Shit, we should probably head out, yeah? It's pretty late."
Ghost nods, standing up from the table. "Yeah, good idea. Wouldn't want to get in trouble for being out too late."
Soap chuckles, walking alongside Ghost as they make their way out of the mess hall. "Nah, wouldn't want that. Can't have the legendary Ghost getting in trouble, now can we?"
Ghost rolls his eyes. The cold air hits them as they step outside, the moon casting deep shadows across the base.
Ghost shivers slightly, his breath misting in front of him as he murmurs, "Bloody hell it's cold."
Soap hums in agreement.
They walk in comfortable silence towards the barracks, the sound of their boots crunching on gravel the only noise around them.
As they reach Ghost's room, Soap turns to him, his hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks for humoring me tonight, sir"
Ghost nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Me too, Sergeant. Thanks for the coffee."
"See you tomorrow?"
"Of course."
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