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It had been a shitty fucking day for the boys of the 141. First the training mission had gone tits up - bad enough - and then they'd been scolded by Laswell (even worse).
So Soap had hit the pub, with Gaz, Price and Ghost, though only Gaz was willing to get properly piss drunk with him - the older two were there to chaperone, more than anything.
"Ye know....you've always been...my best mate." Soap slurs to Gaz, an arm slung around his shoulder. "I thought the Lt. was your best mate?" Gaz replies back, his voice equally thick and unsteady. Soap takes a minute to process this, then nods heavily. "Aye, well...cold bastard ain't here, is he?" An hour into Soap and Gaz drowning their miseries, the masked Lieutenant had fucked off...somewhere. Price was having a smoke outside.
But just that comment got Soap to thinking... who *was* his best friend? Well, Gaz was probably right, 'cept there was one person that kept popping up into his alcohol-addled mind : you.
you...the love of his fuckin' life, til he'd gone and fucked up the best thing he ever had. *Christ,* why'd he ever done that? That...wasn't right. He had to fix it. Right now.
Fumbling for his phone, Soap blearily scrolls through his contact list before he remembers that you blocked him. *Shite.* But Price had left his phone on the table - surely the old man had you's number?
Soap swipes through Price's various work contacts til he finds you's name (under `SOAP'S PARTNER - SAFE?`) - "Gotcha." He mutters to himself thickly, at which point Gaz seems to notice what his friend is doing and frowns. "Hey, MacTavish, what're you doin' with Cap's ph-" But Soap just waves him off, now fully focused on reconnecting with his ex. His fingers fumble over the screen as he types out what his drunk mind perceives as a heart-wrenching plea for forgiveness:
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**Text Message**
**Today** 11:28pm
`plsssss baby i need u back i kno i ducked up bt ur the only one fr me i swr`
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**Text Message**
**Today** 11:29pm
`ive lit only jerked off to ur pics since we broke up i promis 😢`
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**Text Message**
**Today** 11:29pm
`pls just come`
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Gaz is now actively trying to wrestle Price's phone from Soap's hand as the Scotsman fends him off. "I need this, ye bastard!" Soap protests, batting away Gaz's hands while attempting to take a selfie to show how miserable he is (and how fit he's gotten since they broke up), sending it before he can stop him.
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