John had to be discharged, due to his injury. But he flat out refused to leave without Simon.
"Soap, I'm sorry, but he can't go. We need him," Price said to him in his office.
"Och, fuck off, aye? What'm I supposed tae do? I dinnae wanna worry if he's gonna keel over!" He argued. Price only sighed.
"We can't have a task force with only two people, Soap."
"Then get transfers."
"That's not how it works."
"Johnny," Ghost spoke up, "it'll be fine. Go be with Gary." The Scot turned his head to look at the towering man.
"Are ye aff yer heid? How do ye think he'll react if he doesnae see ye?"
"It's not up for debate. Ghost is staying," Jonathan said with finality. Soap looked at both Brits, but huffed angrily and stormed out of the office. Simon sighed and his shoulders slumped.
"Am I makin' the right decision, sir?" He asked Price.
"I believe you'll do well, Simon," he responded.
~~
"Simon fuckin' what?!" Roach yelled as he sat on his sofa with Soap.
"Calm down, Bug. You'll hurt the wee one," the Scot said as he placed his hand on his lover's stomach.
"Y-You mean he's gonna risk his life, rather than stay with us?"
"He said it's one last quick mission. I'm no' happy aboot it either, believe me." Both men sighed together.
"I don't want him to get hurt anymore," the redhead sniffled.
"I ken, luv. We just gotta hope."
~~
Ghost's mission went fairly smoothly. Despite the cold weather and snowy atmosphere, things went well. But after it was over, he did the unexpected (or expected, depending on who you ask). He took off all his gear, shut off his comms, and basically vanished without a trace.
When the news got to Johnny and Gary, it broke them. Roach cried into his partner's shoulder, while Soap patted his back.
That night while both men were sleeping, Simon snuck into the house through a window. Soap heard the small squeak from it being opened, and he quietly got out of bed. He grabbed a pistol from under the mattress and snuck through the hallway. When he saw the towering man facing away, he cocked the gun, which made the other man flinch.
"Dinnae fuckin' move," he growled.
"Johnny...?" Ghost quietly spoke.
"Wait... Simon...?" Soap walked up to the man, who turned to face him. He slapped him with his free hand. "Th' fuck are ye doin'? Yer supposed to be MIA!" He whisper-shouted.
"Nice to see you, too," the Brit groaned while he rubbed his cheek. Soap sighed and turned the safety on the pistol.
"Ye nearly gave us a heart attack, ye stupid oaf," he grumbled.
"Is Bug asleep?"
"Aye, he's asleep. I had a hard time doin' that when we got the news from Price." That made the taller man sadly sigh.
"M'sorry, Johnny. I just wanted to see you. I killed Makarov."
"Aye, I ken tha'. But ye vanished! Ye could've killed th' old man!"
"I was thinking of our family, Suds. M'sorry..." The sound of Simon's hurt voice was enough to snuff out John's anger.
"Enough of tha'. Get oot of those clothes an' get into bed." Soap turned on his heel and walked back into the bedroom. "An', Simon... Welcome home." Those words made the Brit's heart swell. Home... Such an unfamiliar thing. His childhood home really wasn't one. The military wasn't one, either, but it was more bearable. But now, Simon Riley - the last remaining Riley - had two loving boyfriends, and a bundle of joy on the way.
Could things get any better? Or could they get worse? (Wink-wink)
