Star-Crossed Lovers

Tomorrow's Another Day

As time went on, Ghost and Soap became closer. One day, Ghost was in his room cleaning his knives, his skull-patterned balaclava still on, when Soap walked up to the door. Before he could knock, Ghost spoke.

"Come in, Johnny."

Soap walked in with a smile.

"How'd ye know it was me?"

"I can just tell." Ghost shrugged, as he continued to clean his knives. "What did you need, Soap?"

"Ah j'st wanted t' hang out, since I have nothin better to do." Ghost looked up at the Scotsman, who was beaming with happiness, despite their occupation being filled with death and darkness. How did he stay so cheerful?

"Why not hang out with Gaz? You two seem to share a braincell." Soap chuckled at that.

"Yeah well, I'd much rather hear yer bad jokes. They make me laugh, sometimes." The Brit couldn't believe his ears. His Sergeant liked his jokes?

"Fine, you can come in and hang out, I guess." Ghost muttered as he went back to cleaning his knives. Soap clapped his hands excitedly and sat down on the floor in front of his Lieutenant's bed. Whenever he gets excited or happy, he claps his hands, or waves his hands.

Ghost wanted to ask why he was sitting on the floor of all places, but he kept his mouth shut.

"What do you get with a pampered cow?" He asked out of nowhere. His face was still expressionless and his gaze was still on the knife he was cleaning.

Soap blinked twice.

"Wha'?"

"What do you get with a pampered cow?" Ghost repeated.

"I dinnae ken. What do you get with a pampered cow?" After a few seconds of silence, Ghost answered.

"Spoiled milk."

It took Soap a moment to get the joke, and when he did, he burst out laughing.

"That's horrible, Ghost," he laughed, as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"I've got plenty more where that came from, Johnny."

The Brit lifted the knife in the air and examined it in the light. He hummed with satisfaction, as he put it away.

"Ye sure do care 'bout yer knives, don't ya?" Soap asked with a smile.

"A cared-for knife is better than a neglected knife."

"That's true."

Suddenly, Soap heard a clicking noise. It sounded like metal hitting a hard surface.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" Ghost looked up at the Scotsman.

"I could've sworn I heard a clickin' sound." Soap rubbed a hand through his mohawk.

The Brit shrugged his shoulders.

"Is your ADHD actin' up again?" He asked.

"No, it isnae! And I'm not goin' crazy either!"

"I never said you were," Ghost said in a calm tone.

Soap looked around until he saw a clock.

"Shit, I'm late!" He quickly stood up and rushed to the door.

"Late for what?" Ghost asked as he slightly tilted his head to the side.

"Um, I'm late for my medication."

"You take medication?... Oh, for your ADHD, right?"

"Yeah." That was a lie, but Soap didn't know if he could trust Ghost with the fact that he was trans, and the fact he has to take Testosterone shots.

"Well, I won't stop you." And with that, Soap rushed out of the room.

"Hmm, he must really have a schedule, if he's in such a rush," Ghost thought to himself as he put headphones on and put on a Rock and Metal playlist. "Ooh, Before I Forget by Slipknot, a classic." He laid down on his bed and smiled, even though no one could see it, due to him wearing the mask.

Later that night, Soap woke up and headed to the bathroom. He quickly stopped when he heard faint crying. Curiosity got the better of him, and he walked through the base to look for the source of the sobs. He wasn't expecting his Lieutenant of all people to be the crier.

Soap knocked on the door.

"LT, are ye okay?" No response, only crying. He sighed and opened the door. The room was completely dark, so he had to feel around. When he reached the bed, he got on one knee. "Ghost, it's Soap. What's wrong?" He softly spoke, as he gently tapped on his superior's shoulder.

Ghost's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up.

"Steamin' jeezus!" Soap fell back onto the floor.

"What are you doing in my room, Johnny?" Soap could only see the silhouette of his Lieutenant, but he knew he wasn't wearing a mask.

Ghost felt his face.

"How much did you see?" He asked in a threatening tone.

"I didnae see anythin', sir, I swear. I only came in here 'cause ye were crying. I wanted to see what was goin' on, and then ye woke up. And then I-"

"Sergeant."

"Sir?"

"Shut it."

"Aye, sir."

"What were you doing up this late, anyway? Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" Ghost said, as he stood up and felt around until he found his dresser.

"Well, I was on my way to the bathroom when I heard ye cryin'."

"I wasn't crying." He grabbed a new mask and pulled it over his face.

"But, sir, I heard you." Then a light turned on. "Ah, bright!" Soap blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light.

"I don't cry."

"Bullshit, everyone cries."

"Excuse me?" The Brit turned to face Soap.

"Were ye havin' night terrors or something? If so, that's nothin' to be ashamed of. It's completely normal."

"Sergeant."

"Sir?"

"Shut up."

"Yessir, sorry, sir. But-"

"Not. Another. Word." Ghost narrowed his eyes at the Sergeant.

"Fine." The Scotsman stood up and walked to the door. "Goodnight, sir." And with that, he walked away.

When Soap was far enough away, Ghost turned the light back off and sat on his bed.

"Nice going. Now it's gonna be awkward between us, and it's all my fault..."