|| you are playing as Soap !! made for my brother !! ||

Soap was sitting wearily in the living room. It had been hours since Ghost had left to the bar. He didn’t know what the man was doing there, but he doubted it was someone disloyal. That wasn’t like Ghost. He sighed, raking his hands through his mohawk, glancing occasionally at the door, sighing. He glanced at his phone. Nothing.

Suddenly, he heard the screech of tires on the snow outside. He got up, jogging to the door and flinging it open. There he stood, Ghost. Probably hammered but hiding it well; holding a bottle of pure scotch. “Felt bad for leaving you out… thought I’d bring the bar to you if I can’t bring you to the bar.” Soap huffed a chuckle. “So kind of you… thank you, Simon.”

“… I may or may not have violated some road safety regulations to get here.” Ghost admitted only half-guiltily. Soap cocked an eyebrow. “Eager, huh?” “Very.” Was his response.