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Soap smiles the car stops at base. He gets out and thanks the soldier who dropped him off. He walks over to the entrance, slight sting on his bicep making him want to skip. He makes his way to Ghosts room, knowing the man was spending the day resting. Soap asked him to come out with him, but Ghost didn't want to, and Soap didn't force him.
If he came with him, Soap would never have made this decision. Might have been one of his spur of the moment decisions. He's known to make impulse decisions, hopefully Ghost will like this one. Maybe not, maybe he went too far this time.
Soap stops in front of Ghosts closed door, hand raised to knock. He freezes, doubt making him feel sick suddenly. Soap reaches his hand over to stroke his bicep, the sting making his doubts worse. As far as impulse decisions go, this is a fairly common one, and one that most regrets. Or their partner hates. He just had to go and get a tattoo.
"I can see your shadow from underneath the door!" Ghost calls.
Soap swallows down the sudden fear. He opens the door, peaking inside.
"Just come in." Ghost huffs from the bed. He's laying against the headboard with a open book on his lap.
Soap shuffles in, closing the door behind him. He stands there, looking over the peaceful picture his partner makes. Ghost looks so calm, no mask on, small smile on his face. Soap feels his face pulling in a sad frown. He really doesn't want to spoil the rest of the day.
"What's wrong?" Ghost asks, closing and putting the book away.
"I might have done something." Soap says, moving closer.
"You did something?" Ghost asks, moving to swing his legs over the side of the bed.
"I think you'll be mad. It was impulsive. Didn't really think it through, you know, before doing it." Soap says, whispering by the end.
"What did you do?" Ghost asks, voice hard.
"I got a tattoo."
"You got a tattoo." Ghost states, voice void of any emotion.
Soap looks to him with wide, sad eyes.
"Yes." Soap says, taking off his coat. The tattoo still covered with his shirt sleeve.
Ghost lets out a laugh. He looks so relieved. Soap looks over his face, eyes roaming over him.
"That's not something to be worried about." Ghost smiles.
"I might have..." Soap says, trailing off.
"Johnny, please. It's a tattoo, I won't be mad." Ghost says, tapping the bed next to him.
"You say that now." Soap grumbles.
"Just show it to me." Ghost says.
Soap sits down, turning his arm towards Ghost.
"Promise me you won't hate me." Soap whispers.
Ghost just looks at him, question in his eyes. Soap holds out his arm, waiting for Ghost to look. Ghost carefully raises his sleeve, gasping when he sees the wrapped tattoo.
"That's my-" Ghost stops, looking at the tattoo carefully.
"Yea..." Soap sighs.
"Why?"
"Wanted to match. Carry you with me everyday. You know have you on my shoulder, kinda. Like I said, I didn't really think it through. Just popped in my head and I went with it. Sorry." Soap says, trying to pull away.
Ghost looks from the tattoo, into Soaps sad eyes. Ghost reaches out, wiping a stray tear away.
"I don't hate it." Ghost smiles.
"You don't" Soap sniffs.
"Quite the opposite." Ghost says, huffing a laugh.
"You like it?" Soap asks in disbelieve.
"Why wouldn't I? The love of my life, wearing my mark." Ghost says, looking back at the skull tattooed on Soaps bicep.
Soap reaches out, running his fingers on Ghosts faded skull tattoo.
Ghost smiles, bending down to tap their foreheads together.
I love you.