Later, much later, when the dust has settled and they’re naked in each other’s arms, Soap rolls over and puts his chin on Ghost’s shoulder.
“I didn’t leave you,” he says, pressing the words into the faint freckles peppering Ghost’s pale skin. “I left the SAS.”
“Same thing.”
“I didn’t leave you,” he says, pressing the words into the faint freckles peppering Ghost’s pale skin. “I left the SAS.”
“Same thing.”
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“I left because I’ve had about forty three concussions and now if someone coughs too loud in the next room over I might fall into a coma, you BALLbag.”
Ghost was completely still under him. “That why you’ve turned into fucking Hulk Hogan?”
Soap shrugs. “Gotta be obsessed with SOMETHING.”
Oooooof. My heart.