Star-Crossed Lovers

Take a Hint

Ghost was walking through base on a mission-free day, when he noticed a lot of the recruits were staring at him and whispering amongst themselves. "Don't you have something better to do?" He said with a piercing glare. "Sorry, sir." The recruits immediately looked away. *What the hell is with people today?* The Lieutenant thought to himself.

Then he saw Soap and smiled behind the mask. He looked around and made sure no one was watching, before he waved. Strangely, the Sergeant quickly walked away. *Is something wrong? Did I do something to upset Soap? Oh god, I hope not. I need to find out.*

Before Ghost could take a step, Price walked up to him. "Ghost, do you care to explain why you have a tongue piercing? You should know that's not allowed," the Captain said with his arms crossed. Simon's eyes went wide. John had broken his promise! How could he?

"Kyle, what the fuck is wrong with you?! You cannae keep yer fuckin' mouth shut for nothin'!" Soap said, as he walked up to the other Sergeant. "What? I didn't say anything!" Gaz tried to defend himself, but his smile said otherwise. "Ye fuckin' asshole! I should bury ya six feet under th' goddamn earth!" Soap lunged at Kyle and they fell on the floor. Then they started fighting each other like six-year-olds.

After Ghost talked with Price, he walked back to his room looking and feeling heartbroken and betrayed. He sat on his bed and stared at the floor. His sad expression slowly faded to one of disgust and anger. How could John do this? *I can't believe I let myself be vulnerable. I should know better. I won't make the same mistake again, that's for sure.* He thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Gaz and Soap continued fighting. The Scot was on top of Kyle. He grabbed the other by the shirt collar and pulled him close. His eyes were wide with anger, and his teeth were beared. Both men were covered in bruises and little spots of blood. "I fuckin' hate you, Kyle! It took so long t' earn Ghost's trust, and ye fucked that up!" "It's not like—" "Shut th' fuck up, Kyle! There's nothin' you can say t' fix this! So dinnae try!"

Soap stood up and walked away to talk to the Lieutenant, who was laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were bloodshot from not blinking and crying, even though he didn't want to admit he was crying.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Only then did Simon blink. He stood up and walked to the door. When he opened it, he immediately shut it. "Ghost, please, let me explain what happened," Soap said from the other side. "Oh, I know what happened. You just couldn't keep your fuckin' mouth shut." "No, Ghost, that isnae what happened!" Pause.

"...Okay, that's kind of what happened. But ye need t' hear the full story b'fore you j'st shut me oot!" "Says who?" Ghost said from inside the room. "Says me! Would it hurt t' at least know what happened?" "Oh, really? And who gave you authority?" Silence.

After a few seconds, John sighed deeply. "Well, if you won't listen, then I'll j'st go," he said, as he started to walk away. *I need him to explain what happened, but at the same time, I don't wanna look at him... Fuck it.*

The Lieutenant's door opened and Ghost stepped out. "Sergeant, you have three minutes to explain yourself." He said with his arms crossed. Soap stopped and turned around. "Starting now." The Brit glared at the other behind his mask. John started panicking. He walked towards Simon as he spoke.

"So, someone asked me how ma leave was, right? I said it wasnae a drag, but I accidentally said Drag Queen. Then the person said—" "Who is this person?" Ghost interrupted as he continued to glare at the Scot. He noticed that Soap had fresh bruises and blood on him, but hed ask later maybe.

"Th-The person?" Soap stuttered. "Yes, who was the person you talked to, MacTavish?" Simon said, as he leaned forwards and stared into the Sergeant's eyes, not daring to blink. "One minute." Silence.

"Well?" "...It was Kyle, sir. He found out, even though I didnae say you were—" "Okay, okay, I get it. Proceed with your story, Sergeant." Ghost continued to stare into Soaps eyes. "Um... H-He asked me if I met any cute guys while I was gone. I said there was a stud, but I accidentally said stud piercing instead. Thats when Gaz figured it oot. I didnae even say yer name, sir, I swear." Silence.

Ghost stood up straight and walked back into his room. "Wait, dinnae you believe me?" Soap said as he took a step forward. The Lieutenant didn't respond, as he shut the door in John's face. "What did I expect? He probably hates ma fuckin' guts noo. I wouldnae blame him, actually."

Suddenly, the door opened again and Ghost was holding a wet washcloth and bandaids. Soap blinked at the sight, confused. The Brit motioned for him to come inside, but didn't say a word. "O-Okay..."

When they were both in Ghost's room, they sat on his bed. The Lieutenant placed the bandaids aside and extended a hand to Soap. "What? What do ye need?" The Scot asked, even more confused. Why wasn't Ghost speaking? Simon stared at John and grabbed his arm tightly. "Ah, fer fuck sake, Ghost! Say somethin' b'fore ya j'st grab my arm!" The taller man just rolled his eyes, as he tapped the wet washcloth on Soap's arm, cleaning it.

Then it clicked. "Are you nonverbal?" Soap asked. Ghost nodded, as he kept his gaze on the other man's arm. "Oh, okay. Is it because of th' stress, and maybe overstimulation?" Another nod. "Alright."

After Simon finished tending to the smaller man's wounds, he stood up and pushed him out. "Wait, do ye forgive me?" Soap asked before the door was closed on him. "Okay, good talk." The Sergeant sighed and walked away.

Ghost walked back to his bed and sat down. He took a few deep breaths and tried to speak again. "...I-I forgive you, Johnny. Don't make me regret it," he muttered to himself.