#like ''😮 you'll never guess who el sin nombre is!!''

[natelia-aldelliz]

"Yeah, they're definitely fucking. Or they want to at the very least. "

Soap sends him an incredulous look.

"Come on," Roach continues, "it's so obvious. Look at Alejandro's eyes when Rodolfo speaks, he's head over heels for the man."

"You really think so? I mean I've noticed Rudy looking at Ale like he's his soul, but ye think it's reciprocated?"

"Well, ok, I don't know if they know it, but it's definitely mutual. You have to trust me, I'm a genius in relationships."

Soap laughs at him, walking down the street, Roach walking beside him, though he doesn't touch the ground.

"You're definitely not that smart, you're trying to convince me your fiancé finds me hot."

Roach huffs. "I know he does!"

"I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm an annoying little fucker."

"Well, yeah, but an attractive annoying little fucker!"

Soap laughs. The villa is almost in view and he slows down, looking apprehensive.

"What, your brain finally caught up with your mouth? You finally realised you offered your head on a platter?" Roach teases, which makes Soap swat at him instinctively. Of course, it goes right through him.

"Shut up," Soap mumbles. "It's just..."

He sees him reach in his pocket and pick at the Shadow Company's insignia anxiously.

"It's probably nothing." He shoves the insignia back in his pocket, starts walking again.

"It's obviously something," Roach protests. "Tell me, it's not like I can tell anyone else!"

"There's something... wrong, with Graves," Soap finally says. "I feel... I don't know, heavy, like weighted down around him. Like I said, it's probably nothing. Probably psychological, cause I only see him when there's something wrong."

Roach hums, gaining some height to quickly check on where he knows Simon and Graves are hunkered down, waiting for Soap to enter their LT's scope. He can't really see them, which he supposes is kinda the point.

"Maybe it is psychological," he says as he floats back down. "But you're also the guy who sees ghosts, so maybe it's actually a thing."

Soap sighs. They turn a corner and he knows Simon now has visuals, but it also means the guards do too. He watches as Soap lifts his hands above his head.

"It's the same feeling as right now," he quickly whispers as the guards approach with their weapons trained on him.

"Let's make a deal, you come out of here alive and we look more into it."

Soap snorts. "Deal."