Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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"Stop fumbling with it, Soap." Simon warned from the driver's seat, watching him continue to look at the ring he was finally able to get with Simon's help, almost as if he couldn't believe he got to take it with him after eyeing it in its case when he went to make payments on it. The box opened and closed repeatedly throughout their drive home.
"What? Can't help it."
"You've been practicing how you're going to open the box when you ask her, Johnny," Simon arched his brow. "It's not rocket science. You get down on one knee, open the box, and ask the question."
"Don't listen to him, Johnny. He was shaking like a leaf when he proposed to me." Kiera giggled from the passenger seat, ignoring Simon's glare as she smiled at Soap from over her shoulder.
"No, I wasn't."
"Mhm, I saw your hands shaking when you put the ring on my finger."
He huffed at her response, knowing she was right, but he didn't want Johnny to know that as he pulled onto the gravel of the ranch's long driveway. "You two banter like a married couple." Price scoffed, he too loving to push Simon's buttons.
"I thought the same thing!" Kiera giggled. "Even my own mom said that after I gave birth to the twins!"
"Looks like I'm not the only one..." The Scot commented, keeping his gaze on the ring after opening the box yet again to look at it.
"Johnny, we're here. I suggest you hide that ring before you blow your cover."
"She's still out with the herd, L.T.," he waved his hand. "I won't blow my cover."
"Well, you need to hide it somewhere while we take that furniture from Kiera's mum's guest room-"
"Why? What? Since when are we moving furniture?"
"Since now. We're making the kid a bedroom of his own for Christmas and her mum said we could have the furniture that's in their guest room instead of buying it." Simon replied, parking the truck in the driveway of the house he and Kiera shared to help carry in the many bags of gifts and groceries.
