The drive would be a long one. Ghost's eyes were growing tired, but Soap was there to keep him focused, keep him awake. Whatever Graves had injected him with was making it hard to focus.
"Where are we going?" Soap asks and Ghost tries remembering. Alejandro had mentioned a safe house around ten miles from Las Almas. At least Ghost thinks it was Alejandro. It was getting harder to remember stuff by each passing minute.
"Ghost." Soap snaps his fingers in front of Ghost's face.
"What?"
"Where are we headed?"
"Somewhere safe." Ghost grunts.
"Very specific." Soap mumbles, and Ghost snorts.
"That's all you need to know for now."
"Uh-huh." Soap chuckles, wincing because of the bullet wound in his arm, and the several bruises splattered on his body, "Just focus on the road."
"You need to wrap your wounds with something, Johnny." Ghost comments and he hears a low curse.
"Stop worrying."
"Stop being an idiot then and take care of them, Sergeant."
Soap huffs, "It's not bleeding anymore"
"Not the only one either." Ghost says, glancing at Soap's leg.
"Shut up, will ya'? I'll take care of it once we get to your secret little spot." Soap looks out the window. "You think Graves will be lookin' for us?"
"I'd bet money on it."
"Shit." Soap mutters, leaning his head against the seat. He was tired. They'd been only driving for about thirty minutes. "Why the fuck did he betray us?"
"He's a mercenary, Johnny. I'd be more surprised if he wasn't paid to."
"We should've killed him."
"Wouldn't have made a difference. Shepard has other people working for him that can pick up where Graves left off. At least we're alive, right?"
"Yeah. But the rest of the Task Force might not be."
"We don't know that." Ghost tries to reason with him, but he knows Soap's right. The chances of everyone making it out were slim. He had no idea what Price was doing right now, or if he even knew what Shepard did.
Ghost hoped the old man was okay. He was probably looking for them.
"We're gonna be in a load of trouble when we get back. The U.S. is going to want answers."
"So are the Brits." Ghost adds.
"Price will deal with it. He's always been good at handling politicians."
"Aye, that's the truth." Ghost laughs softly. His vision is starting to blur around the edges and his movements on the steering wheel are feeling sluggish.
"Are you sure you're okay to drive, mate?" Soap asks, noticing the way Ghost's eyes are starting to become heavy.
"Fine."
"You're not." Soap sighs, "Let me drive."
"You're wounded."
"And you're drugged." Soap retorts, making Ghost frown.
"I'm fine. Just let me drive, Johnny."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"I can fucking drive, MacTavish!" Ghost shouts, startling the Scot. Soap huffs.
"Fine." Soap leans back in his seat, head tilted so he's looking out the window.
Ghost's grip on the steering wheel is tight and his hands are shaking. What the hell did they drug him with?
"We're almost there."
"Good." Soap replies. They'd both be able to finally rest once they got to the safe house. Ghost's mind drifted back to Las Almas.
He had been terrified about what would happen to Soap if Graves got his hands on him. But, that was then, this is now. They just had to make it to-
"Ghost!" Soap's hands reach for the steering wheel, steadying the car. Ghost didn't even realize how close they were to driving off the road.
"Sorry I-"
"Pull the fuck over, mate." Soap orders, and Ghost hesitantly does as he asks, "I'm driving."
"Soap- I'm fine, really."
"Yeah, that's why you almost crashed the damn car. Stay here." Soap exits the passenger's side, slowly making his way to the driver's side. He opens the door, and Ghost doesn't fight him on the matter. He was too exhausted to anyways. Ghost slowly gets out of the car, stumbling before he could even make another step. Soap is there to catch him.
It looks like it hurt Soap to help Ghost over to the passenger side of the vehicle, but Soap didn't complain. If anything, he looked worried.
"You're not gonna crash, are ya'?" Ghost jokes, trying to keep himself awake. Soap rolls his eyes, starting the car up again.
"Nah, I think I'll manage."
Ghost laughs, his head leaning against the window. The coolness was refreshing against his forehead.
"I know you will." Ghost sighs. He watches the trees pass by, the night sky illuminating the road. He hadn't realized they'd been driving for a good five minutes before he spoke again.
"Johnny..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad you're okay."
Soap smiles. "I'm happy you're okay too, mate."
"Don't tell anyone I said that though, or else I'll kill you." Ghost jokes again.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, LT." Soap says.
The two men were quiet after that, neither wanting to disturb the silence that surrounded them. The night sky was beautiful. Ghost couldn't remember the last time he'd actually taken the time to look up at the stars. He had been so caught up with his work and training, he didn't even have time for himself.
It was nice to finally be able to breathe, even if the air was tainted with gunpowder and the smell of blood.
"Hey Ghost..." Soap begins, and Ghost hums.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks...for saving my life back there." Soap says.
"Don't thank me, Johnny. I left you behind." Ghost admits mainly to himself. He had been in such a panic, he had gotten a head start from Soap. Soap had no idea what to do in the situation they had been in.
"You stayed." Soap says with finality in his voice. "That's what matters."
Ghost sighs, closing his eyes.
"Yeah...you're right."
Soap chuckles. "You're getting soft, Ghost."
"No I'm not."
"Uh-huh." Soap glances at him and Ghost huffs, looking out the window.
"Shut the fuck up, Sergeant."
"Whatever you say, mate." Soap smiles to himself.
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You Have a Heart?: (Soap x Ghost)
Fanfiction(A re-telling of the Modern Warfare 2 campaign) All Ghost had ever known was war. He's sworn to himself never to trust anyone anymore. So when he meets Soap for the first time during an op, he's put off. He doesn't know what the guy wants from him...
