The night before their leave was due to start, Soap managed to sneak away from work early. It had been no easy task, but he'd somehow managed. Dodging people in corridors and keeping to paths he knew were less travelled. He let himself into his room quickly, closing the door near silently behind him and locking it.
Ghost was up on his knees before the door was closed, wincing a little as a sore point on his side twinged, hips swaying lightly from side to side, wanting to wag his tail.
"Hey ma good boy." Soap whispered, stepping towards Ghost and kneeling down in front of him. Reaching out to scratch under his chin. "Want some good news?"
Ghost nodded, beautiful hazel eyes gazing up at Soap expectantly.
"Ye and A are goin' on leave. Startin tomorrow."
Ghost practically lept on Soap, knocking the smaller man onto his back.
"Really? Like... Really really?"
Soap couldn't help but laugh at how excited his pup was, despite the fact that his entire body weight was crushing him.
"Really really. A whole month." Soap grinned, wrapping his legs around Ghost and flipping them over so he was now on top of the overly excited man. "Just ye and A."
Ghost's eyes twinkled with barely contained excitement as he happy wiggled under Soap's weight. "A month..? You aren't joking?"
"No' jokin' love. A whole month. Would ye rather gae tae Manc, or Scotland?"
A hard decision for Ghost. Manchester was closer. Much closer. Less time in the car. Less time having to be clothed. But Soap's place in Scotland was much more private and he could actually leave the house in his gear without being seen.
"Scotland." He said eventually.
"Thought ye might say that." Soap leaned down and pressed a kiss to his masked forehead. "We'll take only what Price has given ye. Na point takin' anythin' else for ye but the duffle."
No I'm not late for WIP Wednesday (don't look at the time)
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