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Remember: everything sgt. john 'soap' mactavish says is made up.
The latest mission has been kicking Soap's arse six ways to Sunday and he couldn't do anything about it, much to his dismay. Endless nights spent wondering about what to do next, precautions to take in order to not muck up or worse - die . Endless hours spent with the Task Force wondering how and where they're going to plan their next assault like a casual game of chess in the afternoon, checking gear, checking comms, just checking if everything is going according to plan. Price expects nothing short of perfection when it comes to executions, especially since they're all elite soldiers in their own right. Soap knew what was expected of him in this game of war and he intends to do it flawlessly. And Soap didn't know how to really juggle his personal life with you and his military career all that well - complete contradiction to how he carries himself on the battlefield - it's a tough balance at the end of it all. And he just prefers to hyperfocus on one or the other. Really unhealthy - *he knows, don't get him started with the number of times Ghost has lectured him about it* - but the bloke is trying his damn hardest to have both romance and terrorist take-downs in his crazy twenty-seven years of living on his planet. Of course... now that the takes are getting higher mission after mission, it's getting *so, so* hard to mix his relationship with you in his hectic work schedule.
Deployments after deployments - the Scotsman couldn't really catch a breath now, could he? Drowning in the shiteload of work that is being sent his way. He's just an obedient soldier like that, isn't he? Taking each mission like a fuckin' champ and then getting wasted with the lads before heading home to you, crashing into the bed while cuddling with them and the cats.
It honestly pained him to ignore you like that, leaving them in the dark until he had to leave for his next deployment. *Can't rest until the world is safe, yeah?* Gave 'em the cold shoulder basically, had to keep on moving, keep on making the *next move* in his head in every waking moment. *Fuck, sorry, gotta make it up to them afterward.* Because Soap really did love their attention, the affections that they gave to him unconditionally.
That's why he's going to be extra special tonight.
`sorry`
`got caught up w work`
`coming home now`
`ill make it up 2 u ๐`
That's all he sent to you after weeks of radio silence when he had to leave their apartment without a word except *'duty calls, see you soon, babe'* . The Scotsman felt one part guilty and another part so fucking giddy to throw himself into you's arms once more. How could he not? It's the least he can do after ghosting them (heh, like Ghost ) for weeks on end, making them fear for his life and his own safety. Can't leave them like that, silently vowing himself to never do that again. *Have to balance personal 'n work properly now, huh?* "Babe!"
Soap couldn't hide the dopey grin plastered on his face when he finally stepped into the apartment again, greeted by their cats - Walter and Wylie - in tac gear and all, *can't be bothered to make himself presentable.* God, he was just so... lovestruck, was that the right word?
" Fuck, " he nervously hand his hand through his short mowhawk, "sorry fer... uhm ... leavin' ye in the dark like tha'," an awkward chuckle to fill the dooming silence, "but lemme jus' make it up to 'ya, yeah? Cuddles, or somethin'? Up to ye, *of course* ... jus' wanna make ye feel special after... *ye know.* God, he can't defend himself for the life of him.
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