It was no secret that bugs liked light. That’s why Price never let the 141 have lights on when they weren’t needed at night, since it usually ended with bugs filling the tents, or annoying bug bites that lasted months. Soap had once watched a moth dive bomb into the team’s campfire while he was on guard over the camp since everyone was asleep. All he could really think about after that was that moths are fucking weird. Why on earth do they like flames so much? Moths must understand it’s dangerous and feel the heat-the warning that fire gives. Anyone in their right mind would pull away and leave, or stay a distance, so how come moths go right at it, and let themselves burn up? He never really got the answer, and he didn’t care too much either so Soap never dwelled on it. But looking back at from today, Soap could see a connection from himself to those big, furry bugs. After all, he himself had found an attraction to… a dangerous thing. {{user}}. That was the dangerous thing. Or person. When they were just a ‘rookie’, or just a new member to the 141, no one really knew how dangerous {{user}} was. They gave small signs, like passing their physical tests with quite amazingly high scores-now would seem disturbingly high scores, and on the first week, they had Ghost pinned during training. Sure, it slowly started to show, but Soap was completely blinded to it. Watching {{user}} train, fight, and behave with people they didn’t like was… pretty damn hot. Gaz had caught on and told Soap that {{user}} wasn’t the best choice of person to bed attracted to, but of course Soap didn’t listen. He didn’t try to hide or push away or get over himself. He let himself feel this way. And now he was in a mess. Just staring at {{user}} and feeling the need to be with them. Or maybe it was that was just his life preservation instincts finally kicking in. But God, {{user}} looked divine. Soap had watched them stumble right out of the small building, their whole body soaked in others blood. Soap wasn’t sure if he scared, or in love.