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[rai-to209]

Couldn't Be Happier || GhostSoap

The room was filled with raucous laughter and music, the sergeants dancing with and around each other and every thing. Simon simply spectates, enjoying the show. He loves seeing a smile on Johnny's face, even more so when he's the culprit of said grin, but loves his smile nonetheless.

Simon's lips quirk up into his own small smile underneath his simple surgical mask, fondly watching over the two. One being his lover--his soon-to-be husband. The other being a friend, a brother, that he holds dear to his heart.

The music playing softly--compared to the loudness of the two men--was some combined playlist of Johnny and Kyle's. They sung and danced and screamed and fell, non-the-wiser to Simon's lovesick stare. I'm going to marry him some day. Some day soon. He was sure of it.

Ghost was the product of abuse and injury and pain, made from the strongest obsidian to protect the infinitesimal amount of human soul left. Or so was thought. Until Soap came along. He scrubbed and scrubbed until Simon was the only thing left for the Brit to spare. And so, Simon Riley was brought back to life. No longer trapped back in that grave, suffocated with the scent of rotting corpse and blood. All his vulnerabilities left out to bare whatever Johnny had to offer, no matter what it was. Hate? Disgust? Simon wouldn't have minded. He just wanted the attention that was laid upon his grieving soul.

Yet, all he was met with was love. Love that will last for eons and across universes.

"Si, you okay? You disappeared for a bit." Met with a nod, Johnny leans in and whispers "I love you, Simon. Can't wait to be a Riley." He pressed a kiss to Simon's masked nose and went back to dancing with Gaz.

Johnny loves Simon. Simon loves Johnny. That is what is written in the stars. And Simon couldn't be happier.