Johnny’s Resistance to Flirting Training.
#ghostsoap / #soapghost

Price thinks Soap needs to stop flirting with Ghost on the job. What better way to help than have Ghost flirt with Soap all day to desensitize Soap?

CW: miscommunication, trans!ghost

Price has had enough of Soap’s flirting on comms. Usually he doesn’t mind, but causing Ghost to miss an important shot, Price is furious.
He has Ghost pulled into his office.
“Simon, you have to do something.” Price says. “Soap needs to stop flirting on comms.”

“What do I do?” Ghost asks, “Flirt with him relentlessly like he does me?”
Price smirks.
“Exactly.”
Ghost snorts. “Yeah, right.”
Price doesn’t answer.
“Oh you’re fucking kidding me.” Ghost sighs.
Price shrugs and pats his friends shoulder.
“I believe in you,” he says.
-

It started simple. ‘How do you look so good in the morning?’ Ghost asked Soap one day. An accidentally hand touch while walking. Little things.
The flirting didn’t let up. It only got worse.
“Lt, you’re giving me so much attention. I’ll start thinking you like me.” Johnny says

“Maybe I do,” Ghost replies, “maybe I want you to kiss me like a real man.”
Soap doesn’t reply to it. Ghost smirks under his mask. He grabs Soap’s wrist and guides it to his own hip.
“We could be like this all the time. Show everyone who /I/ belong to.” Ghost says.

Soap goes red. He grabs his hand back and runs off.
‘Maybe this will work,’ Ghost thinks.
-
Ghost was fucking flirting. Soap never thought he say that. He’s sitting in his room, and Ghost is causally laying on his bed.
“Johnny,” Ghost says, “come lay with me. You keep telling

me how you want to get me in bed and ‘break my back so I’ll relax.’”
Soap shoots him a look. Ghost laughs. He’s having fun teasing Soap.
With Soap’s eyes on him, Ghost lifts his hoodie to show his womb tattoo.
“Ghost, stop it.” Soap says.

He pulls Ghost’s hoodie down. “Are you drunk?” Soap asks concerned.
He sees Ghost roll his eyes.
“No I’m not drunk. I’m doing what you do to me. Although I’m not as good as you are at making someone flustered.” Ghost says. Soap nearly tilts his head like a dog.

“Have you been trying to flirt?” Soap asks with a smirk.
“Yeah. I’m not the best at it.”
“I mean you did good until you tries seducing, if that’s what that was,” Soap laughs.
-
Ghost frowns although Soap can’t see it. He can’t tell if he’s doing this right.

He grips Soap and pulls him on top of himself. Soap laughs again.
“I did say I’d get on top you one day. Didn’t think you’d do it for me.”
Soap’s looking at Ghost like he hung the moon. He caresses Ghost’s mask.
“If you wanted to actually do something, you could’ve asked.”

Soap says. Ghost’s heart races. Not in anxiousness, but panic. He shoves Soap off of him.
“What the fuck, Simon?” Soap yells.
Ghost sits up and tries to leave, but Soap stops him.
“You can’t just do that and leave.”
“Yes I can and will.”
“Jesus, I can’t tell if you love

or hate me,” Soap says. Ghost looks at him. He can’t do this anymore.
“I’m doing this because Price can’t tell our banter on comms. Calls it flirting.”
Soap stares back.
“What?”
“Price doesn’t like it when we joke with each other.” Ghost repeats.
Soap steps out of Ghost’s way.

“Go.” Soap demands.
“What?”
Soap shoves Ghost to the door. “If you think we’re just joking. And playing with me is a joke. You can fuck right off.”
Soap slams the door. Ghost stands awkwardly in the hallway.

He debated knocking again, but Soap’s words are replaying in his head. Ghost assumed all their banter and jokes was just that. Jokes. Was it truly flirting?
Ghost had guessed that Price was just annoying and over exaggerating, but Soap said it was flirting.
“Oh I’m a bloody

bastard,” Ghost mumbles to himself.
-
The next day consists of Soap ignoring Ghost with Ghost trailing behind trying to talk. Any chance was stopped by Soap’s stare. Ghost hates it. He’d rather Soap stare at him like he use to.
-
Soap is at his limit. Ghost is

his shadow at this point. A sad, sad shadow, but he deserves to feel bad- Soap thinks. He’s pissed. Soap already went off on Price for it. Price apologized greatly and they talked it through.
Now he had to talk to Ghost. Which is easy considering Ghost is always there.

Soap starts walking to Ghost’s room. “Open it,” he says. Ghost perks at Soap’s voice. He opens his door and walks in. Soap closes the door behind him.
He’s filled with rage. He should beat the shit out of Ghost, but he can’t when Ghost looks at him with those

big doe eyes. Fucking puppy dog eyes. So much emotion despite a mask.
“Johnny, I’m-“
“Don’t talk. Let me speak.” Soap says harshly. Ghost nods.
“I’ve already talked to Price. There’s a lot of misunderstanding here,” Soap starts. “You think that I’ve been just joking with you?”

Ghost nods.
“Ghost, when I say ‘I should take you to dinner one night’ and you say ‘on our next leave’ that’s not me joking. Me joking is saying one of your dumb dad jokes. Me joking is when I playfully bump guns with you.”
Ghost is silent. Soap keeps going.

“Yes I’ve made sexual jokes to you, and I’m sorry. I make those to hide my fucking feelings for you.”
Soap lets out a tense sigh. He sits at the desk. He’s exhausted. Ghost is in the middle of his own room standing awkwardly. He turns to Soap.

Soap spares him a look.
“What?”
Ghost sits on his bed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have played with you like that. I can’t imagine how it feels. Ive never been wanted like that, so I thought it was all a joke.”
“That’s a shitty excuse for what you did.” Soap says glaring.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Ghost pleads.
“How do you feel about me?” Johnny asks. “I want the honest, truth.”
Ghost stutters for moment to collect himself.
“I think you’re an amazing person, Johnny. You’re going to be better than me soon. I’d follow your

orders if you were a captain with no hesitation. You saw me and didn’t see a monster.”
Soaps harsh glare disappeared. Ghost’s little speech was scattered. He usually planned his speaking better than that. Soap believes Ghost is telling the truth.