Soap having always been called annoying or a nuisance
Price walks into a room where soap and ghost are working like, "what're ya up to, lads?"
And ghost responds something like, "we're just getting some work done."
And soap says something like, "aye, well- ghost is working, I'm bein' a nuisance." Ghost always gives him this mildly sad look, but he doesn't quite know what it means so he ignores it.
Or
Whenever the guys are invited anywhere soap just assumes he's not included in the invitation unless explicitly asked, because he knows he's annoying, and people don't really want to spend more time than necessary with someone who is as annoying as him.
OR
What if after so long of it, he (almost) takes pride in being the most annoying. He starts going out of his way to be the most irritating. And then when people get mad and yell at him he wears it like a badge to be flaunted and bragged about.
And it's like he's collecting at this point. He'd gotten Gaz in the first week (the first time), then the first time he got Price was less than a month after that. Laswell constantly has to remind him to keep comms clear. For a while he didn't go for Ghost, mostly because it was almost immediately clear that Ghost was already annoyed with him.
But after a while Ghost started to warm up to him, and that wasn't what was supposed to happen. So he focuses his efforts on pestering the man. But nothing he does gets a raise out of him
Snuggle pile with Poly141 X Reader. Just a fucking mound of buff military guys and their collective favorite person all cozy and sleeping on top of each other. Simon has a death grip on you bye
mmmm snuggle pile after a hard mission, price is at the very bottom. he wants all his babys snuggled up nice to him, arms wrapped around all of you.
soap is in the middle, right on top of price, he needs the attention and hes a petite little fucker teehee
gaz is left to price, burying his face into prices chest while playing with Soaps mohawk, his other arm snaked underneath prices neck so he can play with Ghosts hair
ghost lies on prices right, rubbing Gaz's side while keeping soap trapped under his arm
last but not least you - sprawled out over all of them. snuggling like a baby.
4Runner Soap is a hunter. He's proficient in the detection of deer, hog, bear, wolf and the greater cats.
He has a habit of doing perimeter checks when you stake down a camping site deep in the wilderness. Trekking a three hundred meter circle around the epicenter and painstakingly scrutinizing the environment for any signs of big game or nearby predators.
You, on the other hand, generally stay behind to finish with the tented habitat provisions.
Water filter? Check. Propane cooker? Done. Chairs and portable table? Set up before he had time ask. 9mm Browning? Already on your hip.
Through years of monthly excusions and weekly trips to the range, you'd become quite adept at laying out a well executed and comforting encampment that is both fitting for your security and adequate to the needs of his militarized undertones.
Your curiosity peaked one brisk afternoon once stringing up the necessities in record time. Deciding to interject Soap's wilderness reconnaissance with a most perplexing inquiry.
"Can I join you?"
He eyes you over with a glance. A smile creeping into the corner of his mouth as he holsters his custom made 1911 pistol.
And a sudden flame ignites in the blue of his eyes as he contemplates your inclusion to come along.
"Aye," he answers lowly. Maintaining his composure with a steady brow.
"Be good fer ya to get acclimated with the terrain, bonnie. Learn the ways of the bush an' all."
You answer with a smile of your own. Content and relieved with his comfort for you to tag along.
Your lips then quietly part to express your gratitude. But the words disappear on your tongue as he leans in and whispers with a tantalizing bite into your ear.
"Besides. Never know when yer gonnae need ta hol' up in a tree if a wolf be huntin' ya."
Ngl if this is what Ghost’s face looks like I’m gonna cry because he’s so fucking ugly. Man looks like a dehydrated frog. The voice absolutely does not fit the face. Put that mask back on bruh. Ugly ahh. When Soap asked if he was ugly and Ghost said “quite the opposite” he knew he was lying
they're sparring with you in an almost empty gym when you tell them you gotta piss really quick - of course you shouldn't have told them. before you can even think of walking out ghost has you pinned to him, soap rubbing his hands along your thighs.
you think they're joking, squirming in ghosts grip and telling them how you really need to go, they just grin. it slowly dooms on you that they dont intend to let you go, making you struggle harder.
just when you're almost out ghost puts you in a full Nelson, giving johnny the perfect opportunity to violently rub your clit through your sweatpants while making out with ghost, whose hard on is pressing against your ass.
you moan and cry, holding back so desperately until Johnny slaps your pussy hard, making you let go and piss yourself, both men just grin with satisfaction while their bones strain against their pants <\3
The day Soap realized Ghost loves him was not when Ghost said it out loud. That came much later. Rather, Soap realized it on a regular Tuesday.
They had gotten back from a particularly long op, and Ghost was tired. Really tired. Upon seeing the man's exhaustion, Soap did what he always did and offered to clean Ghost's weapons for him, expecting Ghost to turn down the offer as he always had before.
But this time, Ghost hesitated. Then he sighed and acquiesced with a small nod of gratitude. He didn't even stick around to watch, just piled the weapons up and trudged off to bed. And that's when Soap knew. Ghost's weapons are his main source of protection on the field. And he was allowing Soap to care for those tools that keep him alive.
So in his own small way, Ghost was trusting Soap with his life. And that's when he knew.