Soap ×Ghost

chapter 4

authors note- outfits are what are in the picture.

-soap's Pov-

Fuck I hate training. I had just finished training with price, and fuck he doesn't go easy. I was hand to hand combat training with him. He had gotten way too many good blows in, I had a bust lip and a bust nose. I had decided to curl up in the corner away from everyone, I tried to stop the bleeding but it wouldn't stop. I couldn't help the tears that welled up in my eyes. I heard footsteps coming towards me but I kept my head down, I didn't want people seeing me cry.
"Johnny?" Came a familiar voice, I looked up to see ghost looking down at me. "H...hey L.t..." I replied weakly. "Johnny what happened to you?" Ghost asked his voice laced with concern. "Nothin L.t just did some training with price" I said lowering my head. "Johnny your crying...let me fix you up" ghost said kneeling down to my height.

-ghost's Pov-

Seeing Johnny like that made my heart ache. His face was covered in blood I knelt down to his height and grabbed a cloth from my pocket and wiped away the blood. Then I wiped away his tears with my thumb. "There ya go Johnny all better" I whispered soothingly.

-time skip-

-soap's Pov-

Bloody idiot got hurt, he said he wouldn't get hurt but he did. Got shot in his hand during the last mission. He had bandaged it up himself. Fuck I was pissed at him. He said he would be careful. But he wasn't. Fuck ghost could be an idiot at times.
I walked the halls looking for him, no luck so far I kept walking. Then I bumped into someone sending me flying. "Ow" I muttered. "Sorry I wasn't lookin where I was going" came a gruff British accent. It was ghost, looking down at me. "Aye it's fine" I muttered "how's the hand?" Ghost didn't reply for a while. "Sore" he finally whispered.

I got up and gently took his injured hand in mine and gave it a soft kiss. "Bet it is mate" I said gently "you got a damned bullet in it". He chuckled "I sure did... didn't I" he whispered.

-ghost's Pov-

Feeling soap kiss my hand like that made me melt into his touch. Fuck I'd do anything for him, he's so cute when he's like that. But I could never be with him. I'm a broken man. Who would want to be with a broken man like myself? The constant doubts. The constant being cold. I'll just hurt him. Like everyone else.