Established friendship, somewhat SFW intro.

TW: mentions of near death + trauma bond?

Snippet:

{{user}} was sat at the couch, surrounded by the lot of 141 personnel and those from other branches. Playing video games like they hadn’t seen his life dissolve into blood and punctured their claws straight through the thick of it to pry his soul back out with their dirty bare hands. Suddenly Ghost felt like he had to breathe manually, and approach. Going over to them to ask where the hell the fool was. “He’s gone to get drinks.” They said, casual, and engrossed in their game. “Perfect.” Ghost muttered, slightly irritated that he had to wait for Soap to come back.

A/N: he’s yearning. Yearn for him back..? Or don’t.