A/N - Well, a new story, well a collection of oneshots and drabbles with mostle SoapxGhost. This is mostly for one of my reviewers on my 'The End' story, saying they wanted to hear more about the past memories I mentioned

Call of Duty and all characters (c) Infinity Ward

Enjoy!

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Swimming

"Are you serious! You can't swim?"

Ghost let out a defeated sigh; he was never going to hear the end of this. He was now officially the biggest idiot in the world as he had just confessed to Soap, that he couldn't swim. They were walking along a pier and Ghost had an inkling of what Soap wanted to do right then.

"I can't." Ghost confirmed.

"Wow. How the hell did you even get into the army if you can't swim?" Soap asked incredulously.

"I don't know."

"Wow." Soap smirked. He was dying to push Ghost off the pier into the murky depths below. He took a slight step closer to Ghost as they walked along.

"Don't you dare" Ghost hissed, tightening his hand around his combat knife at his waist.

"Are you threatening your superior, Lieutenant ?" Soap joked, glancing at Ghost's hand.

"We're not in uniform right now, captain" He countered.

"Of course." They walked along in silence for a while, Soap waiting for the perfect opportunity to scare the shit out of Ghost... hopefully anyway. It was kind of hard to scare Ghost, what with him being in the 141.

Ghost actually trusted his captain enough to loosen his grip on his blade and drop his hand to his side, but stayed very much alert the Soap's movements.

Soap smirked inwardly; he had seen Ghost release his blade from the corner of his eye, he waited a while for Ghost to relax a little more.

A few minutes passed and Ghost finally did just that.

Quick as lightening, Soap had Ghost hanging perilously over the edge of the pier, holding him in place by grabbing the front of his shirt. Ghost brought his hands up to grab Soap's arm.

"Bastard" Ghost glared.

"Wanna learn how to swim?" Soap sneered.

"You let go and I'll drag you down with me." He threatened.

"Ohh, is that a threat? Unlucky for you, I can swim." Ghost only growled in response.

Soap tried to ignore the feeling of Ghost touching him. He moved in closer. "Want me to drop you?" He whispered.

"I'd like to see you try."

Soap let go and tried to pull back, but Ghost's hands cut the movement short. Ghost smirked.

"Told ya."

He fell backwards, pulling Soap along for the ride. Ghost planned on hanging on to Soap when they entered the water, hopefully drowning him in the process.

Shit, Soap cursed internally.

They fell.

The fall seemed to last eternity for Ghost, but only a millisecond to Soap. Ghost had unconsciously grabbed onto Soap's jacket and pulled himself closer to Soap's body in fear.

He had never felt fear as he did when in the sea. It freaked him out, the fact that he couldn't see the bottom and that he couldn't even control the situation. He could control any other situation, like when in the heat of battle, he had something to do. But in water, he could do nothing except drown.

When they hit the water, Ghost gasped as he lost contact with Soap, taking water into his lungs. Now he felt alone. Alone in this damn fucking water. He kicked his legs trying to get to the surface. He couldn't make it. He felt the panic envelop him as his legs began to slow.

Soap grasped his arm and pulled him up.

When he breached the water he coughed and gasped for air as he clung to Soap, pride be damned. A small part of him told him to let go, that he was never going to hear the end of him clinging to Soap. He ignored it, favouring his life over his pride.

Soap began to swim to the shore, pulling Ghost along with him.

When his feet could finally reach the floor, Ghost pulled away from Soap's arms and stormed to dry land as dignified as he could.

Soap couldn't repress a laugh at the way Ghost looked. It was pretty hard to run through water up to your chin without tripping. He burst out laughing when Ghost did just that. Ghost looked back a glared at his captain.

When Ghost hit dry land, he turned, crossing his arms over his soaking chest and waited for Soap. As soon as Soap reached him, he lurched forward and threw a punch straight into Soap's jaw.

"Fucking bastard."

Soap just laughed even harder. Ghost threw another punch in Soap's direction, but Soap brought his hand up and blocked the blow. They grabbed each others shoulders and began trying to trip each other up and pin the other down.

Ghost needed to win this to regain his wounded pride. Soap was just playing along, trying to please Ghost and get back into his good books.

Soap dummied a head butt and kicked Ghost's legs from under him while he was preoccupied with the fake action.

Ghost fell to the ground gracelessly with Soap rushing to pin him by straddling his hips. Soap grabbed Ghost's arms and pinned them to the ground.

"I win" Soap panted.

"Fuck you" Ghost growled.

"No need to be all prissy, I only pushed you into the water."

"Well I fucking hate the water, okay!"

"Why do you hate water? What has it ever done to you?"

"I don't think I need to explain myself to you captain." Ghost spat.

"Oh come on, don't be such a baby."

Ghost didn't answer, and he looked away from Soap's face.

"Are you ignoring me now?"

"Jus get off me."

"And what if I don't want too?" Ghost looked at him. Soap leaned down so that his mouth was level with his ear. "You can't tell me what to do, Riley." He whispered; his breath ghosting over his lieutenant's ear.

Ghost shivered and Soap brushed his lips over the shell of his ear, causing Ghost to repress a moan.

Soap pulled back, taking in the sight of Ghost's blushing face, and smirked at his handy work. He released Ghost's hands and then stood. He turned and walked away, leaving Ghost in the state he was in.

Ghost sighed and tried to relax on the sand.

What the hell was that?

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Well? What do you think?