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And it was an impossibly long shot, but on the off chance— on the off chance they made it, perhaps there was an ending at all; on a quiet night, or early in the morning on a weekend, when it was just them and the warm glow of sunrise on the horizon, he could bare out his soul to him, and his voice wouldn’t hesitate or fail him.
soap tries to imagine asking ghost out, and through absolutely no wish of his own, the 141 decide to share their thoughts on first dates
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- Part 69 of yours to keep
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Roach’s fingers brushed against his gloves as he took the cigarette, and he glanced up at him, as if to check if he had noticed.
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“Not a word, lieutenant.”
“Never,” Sandman assured him immediately, placing both hands on the table. And then, immediately— “but why didn’t you say anything? I’m probably the best person in the task force to ask for dating advice!”
MacTavish took another long drag of his cigarette, already regretting the conversation.
“I’m the one who changes your emergency contact information every time you get divorced.”
“I’m good at getting them, that doesn’t mean I’m good at keeping them,” Sandman brushed him off, unaffected.
I LOVE SANDMAN
if his team was the only dependable thing on a world that shook on its axis with the threat of splitting down the middle, then perhaps, for something like that, they could be depended on, too.
One thing at a time, he decided, carefully uncrossing his arms to take a pull of his cigarette.
“None of you would even recognise her,” he replied finally, smoke spilling from his mouth.
“You don’t know that!” Scarecrow protested immediately, “we might know her, you can’t just—”
“Is she in the task force?” Sandman demanded, hands flat on the table.
“No,” MacTavish replied, because guiltily, he hadn’t spoken to Shepherd about getting permanent command over Ghost for the way he was afraid it would affect their relationship— “you wouldn’t even know her name.”
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“It’s not Royce, we’re not going back to Paraguay, and is your actual suggestion for a first date to make her breakfast in bed?” MacTavish asked, bewildered as he looked between them. Rook seemed to consider it deeply, while Roach was frowning, as if deep in thought—
“You know,” Roach cut in between them all, “I’m surprised you’re not asking Ghost.”
For a second, the words didn’t register— and when they did, MacTavish turned in his seat to face him.
There was no way Roach had just asked that— no way he had just accused him of impropriety, even as a joke, in front of his squad. The anger at the audaciousness was overshadowed by the sheer panic at how Roach had even figured it out, how he could have felt confident enough to say it aloud, how everyone around them both had started laughing—
“What?” He blinked, heart racing in his ears—
“Yeah,” Scarecrow snorted, shoving into Roach, “right— Ghost’s idea of a good first date is probably to hang out in a dark alley somewhere.”
“Why the fuck would I be asking Ghost for dating advice, sergeant?” MacTavish cut between them, before the conversation could spiral too far.
“What?” Roach spluttered incredulously, defensive, “I feel like it could be a good idea! Ghost seems like— Ghost seems like he could be a romantic!”
The uproarious laughter that earned practically had snow shaking out of the rafters. Roach blanched as red as his hair, and immediately set about defending himself, barely audible over the relentless way he was being teased—
“You have to be out of your mind, Sanderson—”
“It’s those types— listen to me, it’s those types that do those things— and you haven’t talked to him, he seems like the kind of guy who’d know to get roses—”
“Is— this a fantasy for you, or something?”
“No!” Roach bellowed, practically desperate— “no, listen to me, listen—”
He glanced up at him, but Shogun’s eyes were on the conversation around the TV, clearly weighing up his options—
“Sergeant?”
“For the record,” Shogun began, something measured in his voice. “I asked a squadmate out with roses when I was still a corporal.”
“So?” MacTavish asked, eyebrows furrowing. Shogun glanced down at him, and then back at his tea, voice not quite low enough to suggest he was telling a secret from the team—
“He thought they were a bit much for the awards ceremony, but he liked ‘em anyway.”
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