#but soap's s4 skin has me in a chokehold and the brainwashed au got me

[forestshadow-wolf]

OMG BRAINWASHED SOAP AU BC S4 SOAP SKIN

Soap brainwashed and inserted back into the 141 as a traitor. Ghost suspects something is wrong and he can't quite tell what until...

He confronts soap. He sees him and sometimes ticks in his brain. Acting quickly he grabs soap and shoves him down an empty hallway.

"You're not my Johnny." His voice, despite the undercurrent of trembling, is firm.

Soap says nothing, but pulls his sidearm. Not even a second of hesitation. It aims directly between Ghost's eyes, mere inches away from him. Ghost doesn't flinch.

"You're not even my Soap." It clicks in his mind exactly what's so wrong about him, he lets out an almost shaky breath.

"What makes you say that?" Soap asks, gun still pointed, ready to give him a third eye. It doesn't sound like he's even attempting to hide it anymore, not since Ghost confronted him.

"His eyes aren't green,"

Soap readjusts the grip on his pistol.

"They're blue." In a flash Ghost grabs the barrel of the gun, redirecting soap's grip, he rips the gun from his hand and turns it on him. And soap, even this not-his soap, knows better than to think Ghost won't shoot, he puts his hands up in surrender in a self-assured but reluctant motion. Lucky too because Ghost wouldn't have, he's couldn't, not even this not-his soap. "Move" he gestures down the hall.

The door to Price's office slammed open, banging off the wall with the force that Ghost shoved a stumbling (not-his) Soap into the room. Price startles at his desk.

"What is this, Lieutenant?" He questions suspiciously. Almost reprimandingly. (Not-his) Soap starts to talk, spewing (what Ghost knows to be utter shite) about how Ghost just pulled a gun on him and blah blah blah, but Ghost talks over him.

"It's not him." He grits.

"What the hell are you talking about, Ghost, that's Soap you're pointing a gun at." Price snaps. (Not-his) Soap is still babbling. Ghost jabs him in the back of the head with the tip of the gun.

"I mean it's not him, Price. Look at him."

"I am looking at him, and he damn-sure looks like Soap."

"Then you're not looking. Price, I mean really look at him. Look at his eyes." Ghost looks at Price intensely, gun still trained on (not-his) Soap. "Johnny's eyes are blue."

"Not green." Price finishes.

"Not green." Ghost confirms.