You seen Soap's face pop up over the short sandbag wall and glare at his grin. "That was your fault" you mutter.
"That you weren't looking where you were going?" he laughs.
"Because you were talking." you huff, shooing his outstretched hand away as you lay there. His frame blocking the sun from your face with a dark shadow.
"I said watch your step." he chuckles.
"Still counts" you say, reaching an arm over your sunglasses, blocking the day.
"Sure, whatever suits you, birthday girl." he says, his accent lacing his words along with amusement. You hear shifting before you feel his arm beside yours, his skin slightly cold despite the heat outside.
You lift your arm from your eyes, squinting as you turn your head towards him. He had laid down beside you, the sun beaming down on you both. "So much for training." he smiles, squinting himself.
"Let's just say my leg hurts from my fall." you say, glancing down at your legs resting on top of the stacked sandbags.
"Mm sounds like a plan." he hums, both of you blocking the sun out with an arm over your eyes.
***
You sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows as you look at Soap beside you, checking the time. You'd fallen asleep, in the middle of an outside shooting range.
Only 20 minutes had passed, and you flopped down as Soap was silent, his chest rising and falling slowly. You had nowhere to be, the sun was warm, the outside was nice, and it was comfortable.
In the company of Soap, you didn't mind just being quiet. Surely, he was asleep, he didn't always look tired but still light bags would show. You'd take sleep whenever you could anyways, who could blame him.
You rested a hand on your stomach, concentrating on your breathing as you listened to the birds around. Occasional conversation from passing soldiers and the slight breeze shifting things around.
You must've fallen back asleep because you woke up with a sharp inhale of startlement. "Sorry" Soap muttered as you shifted your arm away from your eyes.
He held your wrist, unclasping the bracelet as he slid on a charm. He smiled at you, lying back down as you raised it up into your view, turning your arm as you watched the sun filter through and reflect off the silver.
You grinned at Soap, seeing his choice of charm. "Thank you Soap.." you say with a genuine smile.
"Of course, birthday girl." he chuckles... "We should get up." he says after a minute of you both admiring the bracelet.
You hum a groan, "I don't want too."
"That makes two." he chuckles before sitting up, dusting himself off before standing, holding a hand out over your face to block the sun with its shadow. "C'mon Rookie." he laughs.
"What if I said my legs were broken.?" you ask.
He hums in thought, "Are you comfortable with me picking you up?" he says with a small grin.
"You literally picked me up and threw me into a wall so you could get the leftover drink last week." you laugh.
"I didn't throw you, I placed you and nicely." he huffs, leaning over and grabbing your waist.
"That's so bull." you grin, balancing as he picks you up and sets you on the sandbag wall.
"Okay, maybe I was a little harsh, but you did not get thrown." he bargains, turning his back to you.
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Ghosts Broken Mask
Fanfiction'You heard it. The soft crying of a male and you knew who it was. Ghost, your Lieutenant. It was coming from the closet in the HQ hallways. His intimidating and harsh demeanor you'd always known had vanished as you heard his sobs. Hours earlier in...
