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They flirt, they drink together, they sit in the mess with their thighs and elbows touching. They joke and check in on each other when one of them (Ghost) is too stubborn to go to medical.
They're…friends.
Ghost hates that they're just friends.
But friendship is more than he ever expected and he won't compromise that for anything. He'll pine and suffer in silence and shove his forefinger into the lip of the bottle and wonder how the stiff, cool glass would compare to Soap's soft, inviting mouth.
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"Ghost, good to see you," John Price greets, reaching out to Simon for a firm handshake. "This must be your boy, then."
Ghost nods, standing tall, and even though Simon isn't looking at him while he speaks to Price, Soap can feel his gaze on him always.
"Yes sir, this is my Johnny."
Price nods and hums, flipping through paperwork on his clipboard while the other human officials start walking around Soap, already jotting notes on their own boards.
"John Riley, high content Dutch Shepherd-Hybrid. Intact Male. Registered name 'Soap MacTavish'. Correct, lieutenant?"
Ghost nods once. "Affirmative, sir."
Price nods again, a small smile on his face while he makes a few more notes before clearing his throat.
"Alright then, let's get started shall we?"Or, What happens during a hybrid dog show slash examination?
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you get robbed at gun point while working the lone register at a nowhere petrol station. the money in the till is not the only thing he takes with him.
or; simon likes the look of you so he steals you too
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Chloe led a perfectly ordinary life, and she was satisfied with her lot. She had friends and family, a hobby or two, and a decent job as a waitress. Things were fine. Until business magnate Jean Girardi noticed her, and nothing would ever be ordinary again.
OR: Hot DILF rails girl on a whim.
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The last time you wanted something so badly, you moved halfway across the country for it.
It's a good thing John Price is just next door.
or; your slice of life is a piece of blackberry pie you carefully curated over the course of a year.