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#as if Ghost isn't on his knees the first time she calls him lieutenant
ghouljams · 10 months
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I have become absolutely OBSESSED with your Cowboy!141 fics! And I just have to ask... pretty pleaseeee could you write about how goose met Soap? I gotta know if Soap was equally as surprised to find out the cap had a daughter! anywaayyyys, I love your fics! And I hope you know your amazing!!! <3333
Goose and Soap met years ago! They met after Soap’s punching an officer fiasco, Price offered him a place to stay while the whole thing blew over. This is where I tell y’all that Price and Duck got married quick and young, typical military move, and Price tended to keep his family life to himself while he was working. So Soap didn’t realize he was going to be dealing with a high schooler when he agreed to spend a few weeks laying low, but they were thick as thieves almost immediately(much to Duck's chagrin).
Two things happen when Soap steps through customs. First: he realizes how fucking hot the American south is in the middle of July. Second: he is immediately accosted by two women he’s never met before. Or one woman and one teenager who looks rather embarrassed by her mum’s antics. 
“Sergeant MacTavish, right?” The woman asks, and he nods to be polite. He was told he’d be getting picked up from the airport but this was downright familial.
“You can call me Soap, ma’am.” 
“Why’d they call you Soap?” The teen makes a face.
“Goose, that’s enough.” Her mum tells her, in the same voice Soap used to get from his mum when he was being rude to strangers.
“Why’d they call you Goose?” He asks, scrunching his face up the same way, and watching the teen smile.
-
Soap is almost cool. He’s what you think having an older brother must be like. Plus you’re learning a lot of neat swears. He crouches next to you, twisting gas covered strings together to link the fireworks your mom bought. 
“Yer aff yer heid,” You tell him, “Mam’s gonna kill you if you blow up the barn again.”
“Ah dinnae blow up the barn,” Soap hauls you to your feet and tugs you away from the mess, “Ah burned it.” He thinks a moment then moves you back another few paces. “Don’t move.”
“Aye that’s an idea I ‘adn’t thought of.” You tell him, taking an extra step back from the mound of danger.
“Why’d I let you help with this?” Soap asks, going to light the first fuse.
“Because I caught you nipping scotch from Momma’s reserve.”
“Bloody American drinking age.” He grumbles, clicking his lighter on and narrowly avoiding setting the whole kit ablaze.
Your mom calls the fire department about half way through your show and you both get a talking to from the fire chief. Soap only looks sorry he was stopped.
-
“Soap.”
“Go’way Goose,” He grumbles, turning away from you and tugging his blankets up over his head.
“Come on,” You whine, “you said we’d go shooting today, and it’s almost noon.” Soap grumbles further, a hand reaching out from under the blankets to smack around and check his phone.
“You keep yellin’ at me an’ am gonnae be cross,” He groans, tossing his phone and sitting up. He stares at you for a long moment, eyes narrowed and shoulders hunched.
“Howzitgoan,” You ask.
“Am fuckin’ trollied.”
“Don’t drink so late, now get your kecks on.” Soap smacks you with his pillow until you leave the room laughing.
-
“That your boyfriend?” Soap asks as you hop in the cab of the family truck. You make a face and click your seat belt on.
“Gross no, he’s just some ROTC dick’ead.”
“Enlistedmen more your type eh?” He jokes throwing the truck into gear and peeling away from the movie theater. You roll your eyes.
“With how often my Da’s off getting shot at? I’d rather shoot myself than be a military wife.”
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