Ghost takes Vampire!Soap home to meet the fam for Christmas. Finding out very quickly that Soap is very good friends with everyone else and would have been invited anyway.
Ghost was the last to meet him.
sorry this is so late and also so short </3 i'm not sure why i struggled so much, my brain just wasn't braining for this prompt :')
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“…just—I want to ease them into the whole vampire thing, yeah? I don’t want—“
“Simon, I get it.” Soap stops Ghost in his tracks, smoothing his hands along Ghost’s biceps. “I know how to deal with new people, love. I’ve been undead for a while now, remember?”
Ghost rests his forehead against Soap’s for just a moment. Despite the sun-kissed colour of his skin, there’s a pleasant, grounding coolness in its touch.
“I know, Johnny, I—I just need them to like you.”
“Well, vampire or not, I’m sure they will,” Soap says, grinning bright. “It’s a MacTavish charm guarantee.”
Ghost scoffs, shoving Soap away only a moment before grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers, squeezing lightly for courage as he finally knocks on the door of his mum’s home.
It’s less than thirty seconds before the door swings open, and both Ghost and Soap can hear the commotion inside leading up to it. It puts an easy smile on Ghost’s face, and when Soap brushes his thumb over Ghost’s hand, his tension finally begins to melt from his shoulders.
Ghost's mum greets them with a warm smile, halfway through saying hello to her youngest son when her expression suddenly falters, her brow furrowing in a deep, yet brief confusion.
"Mum, wh—"
"John? You aren't supposed to be here for another few days!"
Ghost looks between his mother and Soap; between confusion and a sheepishness that would surely stain Soap's face red if he still had the blood for it.
Soap clears his throat, glancing at Ghost only to look away once their eyes meet. "I had a... change in plans."
Ghost's mum laughs, shaking her head. "Well, no kidding." Her eyes flicker to Ghost and Soap's tangled hands and sighs a fond exasperation before stepping back to pull the door further open. "Right, come on in, you two. Before all the heat escapes."
Soap, suddenly appearing desperate to get inside, is quick to try and drag Ghost in along with him like it'll help to breeze past whatever that had been about—but before he can cross the threshold Ghost is tugging him back despite Soap's squawk of indignation.
"I'd better get an explanation for this, Johnny," Ghost hisses. "Why didn't you tell me you—"
"Don't worry about it, darlin'," Soap says hastily. He slips his hand free from Ghost's, presses a chaste kiss to his lips, and hurries inside.
If he weren't already dead, Ghost thinks he might kill Soap.
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