You Have a Heart?: (Soap x Ghost)

Safehouse

Soap pulls the truck up in front of an abandoned-looking shed.

"Where are we?" He looks over at Ghost who was already getting out of the car, stumbling again slightly. Soap follows him out, walking over to where he is standing to offer him a shoulder to lean on.

"Alejandro's safe house. Gave me the location just in case." Ghost is looking around, seeming to be checking their surroundings.

They begins to walk towards the building, passing a tire swing on the way.

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"It was need to know."

"What if I needed to know—?"

"Shhh." Ghost shushes him as they got up to the door in the front. Soap watches as Ghost looks down and stops walking forward, holding his hand out to stop Soap. They both kneel.

"Pressure plate..." Soap notes, looking at the ground more closely.

"Alejandro rigged it."

"Smart bastard." He murmurs, looking back at Ghost who seemed to be distracted. "You alright, Ghost?" He wasn't alright, the man's eyes were bloodshot almost looking like he had been crying. His mask was dry from any tears though.

"There." Ghost ignores the question, nodding his head in the direction of an open window to Soap's right.

Soap stands back up and walks over the window, pulling the gun he stole from the Shadow back in Las Almas from over his shoulder. Ghost helps him up, hoisting him up to the window. Soap jumps down and aims his gun at the space in front of him, sweeping the room.

Ghost climbs up and perches on the window behind him.

"Don't move." Ghost shouts and Soap freezes just as he hears a knife zip through the air, lodging itself into a wooden beam. He turns quickly, aiming his gun at where the knife had landed.

"Who's there?" Soap lowers his gun, recognizing the voice immediately.

"Rodolfo!" 

Rodolfo peaks out from the place he was hiding, "Soap! Ghost! You're alive!"

"Affirmative." Ghost replies, his voice sounding off. Soap looks back at him, studying the man.

"Good to see you, amigos." Rodolfo's voice cuts into his thoughts. The man pulls Ghost's knife out of the beam and jumps down from the platform he was standing on.

"Same, friend." Soap replies warmly. Rodolfo holds out the knife for Ghost to take.

"Nice throw." Ghost takes it, his movements a little slower than usual and Rodolfo looks back at Soap. "Where were you guys?"

"On the run."

"I was on the run. Ghost waited for me." Soap corrected; annoyance ebbed in his voice. If anything, the Shadows were on the run from Ghost.

"Of course, no?"

"No-"

"Yes." Ghost cut him off, looking at him. "We're a team...All of us. This happened on my watch and I'll need help to fix it." Ghost continued, staring into Soap's eyes. "No one fights alone."

"Why did Graves turn?"

"We don't know." Soap rubs the back of his neck.

"Las Almas can corrupt anyone."

"Not us."

"For now, General Shepard, Laswell, and anyone else outside this room is considered a hostile. With one exception." Soap hardly believed that Laswell would've tried shooting them in the back, but whatever Ghost says goes in these situations.