101 Rar - Dirtywash

Soap didn't listen. He never did. He crossed the room, sat on the floor between Ghost's knees, and reached up. His hands were calloused but unexpectedly steady as he took over the task. There was no chatter about the mission or the men they’d lost—just the rhythmic thump-thump of the laundry and the quiet hiss of Soap cleaning a wound.

"We look like hell," Soap whispered, looking up. The light caught the blue of his eyes, sharp and clear against the grime. Dirtywash 101 rar

Ghost finally met his gaze. Behind the mask, his expression was unreadable to most, but Soap saw the softening of the tension in his jaw. Simon reached out, his thumb brushing a smudge of soot from Soap’s cheek. "Clean enough for now," Ghost replied. Soap didn't listen