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Ghost was fucking tired. After they dropped Hassan off about ten miles from the demolished cartel compound, they drove off to find a place to camp out until Laswell got back to them. They had also dropped Rodolfo off so he could get a better radio signal with Alejandro's base.
"Ah shit- my leg is crampin' up." Soap hisses, clutching at his leg. They've been driving for a good hour now, and with all the running they did previously, the sudden stop in motion is kicking them in the balls.
Ghost doesn't bother to look at the guy. He has formed a solid opinion on Soap. The man was definitely someone you could rely on, as loyal as a dog.
"We're here." Alejandro parks the truck quickly, making Soap and Ghost tumble forward. Soap hits the seat in front of him hard, while Ghost barely manages to keep himself from doing the same.
"What the fuck, Alejandro?"
"Sorry man, I gotta take a piss." Alejandro basically trips out of the truck, catching himself by just only an inch, leaving Soap and Ghost to set up the camp by themselves.
Ghost gets out before Soap could make conversation with him and grabs his bag from the bed of the truck. It has everything one might need in the Mexican wilderness; A small shovel, lighter fluid, two canteens, and a dozen knives that were shoved in every pocket. He didn't bother bringing a first-aid kit, knowing Soap would pack one.
Their supply of ammo was short from all the soldiers and cartel members they killed on their way to this very spot. Ghost had saved a few bullets, specifically meant for Hassan's head, but he never got to use them. He wouldn't have minded committing a war crime if it meant Hassan was buried six feet under.
"I love sleeping under the stars." Soap says, glancing at Ghost, who was setting up his sleeping bag. He didn't know if they'd get enough time to actually sleep, but he would make an attempt. Ghost just grunts, not bothering to reply to the statement made by Soap.
"Ghost?"
"What?" Ghost bites out, clearly still annoyed from earlier. God, how he wanted to just tear Hassan's throat out.
"What do you plan on doing when this is all over?" The question throws Ghost off a little. He wasn't exactly sure what he would do. Most likely take a bit of downtime for himself, but he practically lived and breathed action. He preferred to be on missions. Not this one, but any missions involving silence.
"Maybe take you up on that firing range offer?" Ghost says, and Soap gives him a genuine smile.
"That's the spirit, eh LT?" Soap pats Ghost on the back and Ghost shakes him off with an annoyed huff.
"How's the head wound doing, sir?" His hand finds the top of Ghost's head and prods, looking for the injury. Ghost lets him.
"Feels fine..." Ghost mutters. Soap probably doesn't mean to invade Ghost's personal space, but Ghost couldn't find it in him to tell the man off.
Ghost tries to ignore the tense feeling in his muscles, sitting on his sleeping bag and pulling a canteen out of his pack. He didn't plan on ever letting the guy see any of his face, but he was fucking thirsty. Ghost pulls up on his mask so that it's above his mouth, taking a swig from the canteen. Soaps stops at his prodding and stares at him.
"Got somethin' to say, Sergeant?" Ghost asks, keeping his mask up so he could continue drinking his water.
"How'd you get 'em?"
"Get what?"
"The scars."
"Years of service in the field does that to a man," Ghost admits, eyes not meeting Soap's.
"I think they're badass." Soap tells him with a grin and Ghost just scoffs with amusement. First time someone hadn't visibly or verbally recoiled at the sight of Ghost's face. Even if the man didn't see all of it, even part of it scared off most people.
Ghost couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation towards Soap. The guy may be naive and full of energy, but he was a good soldier and a decent human being.
Ghost couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation towards Soap. The guy may be naive and full of energy, but he was a good soldier and a decent human being.
Ghost sighed and leaned back, staring up at the stars. The night sky was beautiful, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace as he gazed at it.
He glanced over at Soap, who was now staring up at the sky as well. "You know, I always wondered what it would be like to travel to other planets and see their stars," Soap said dreamily.
Ghost chuckled softly. "You're not the only one, Sergeant. But for now, we'll have to settle for the ones we can see from here."
They sat in silence for a few moments, just taking in the beauty of the night sky. Ghost couldn't remember the last time he had felt this calm. It was like everything else had faded away, and there was only him and the stars.
But his moment of peace was short-lived. Alejandro stumbled back into the campsite they had made, a grin stretched across his face.
"Joder, me siento mejor." Aljandro exclaims, sitting across the fire from Soap and Ghost.
Ghost raised an eyebrow at the man's sudden energy, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he took another swig from his canteen and settled further into his sleeping bag.
"You two excited for tomorrow? Heard we're dealing with cartel."
"I wouldn't say excited." Soap says, taking a bite out of a bland protein bar he had packed with him.
"Nothing is exciting about the cartel." Ghost mutters, putting his canteen down before he drank the rest of it an accident.
It wasn't long before Alejandro began talking about his latest conquests, the women and men he had hooked up with that had ended up being in the cartel. Ghost tuned him out, not interested in the man's sexual exploits.
Instead, he kept taking glances at Soap, studying the Scotsman a little closer. The way his hair was cut into that interesting looking mohawk, his jawline and the stubble that covered it, and the way his muscles flexed when he moved just the right way-
Fuck.
Ghost wiped those thoughts from his mind the minute they appeared.
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