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Ghost didn't look up. He knew the cadence of Soap’s boots on the floorboards. John MacTavish leaned against the frame, his own face decorated with a jagged cut across the bridge of his nose. He held two bottles of lukewarm beer and a roll of medical tape.

Ghost finally met his gaze. Behind the mask, his expression was unreadable to most, but Soap saw the softening of the tension in his jaw. Simon reached out, his thumb brushing a smudge of soot from Soap’s cheek. "Clean enough for now," Ghost replied. Dirtywash 101 rar

Soap didn't listen. He never did. He crossed the room, sat on the floor between Ghost's knees, and reached up. His hands were calloused but unexpectedly steady as he took over the task. There was no chatter about the mission or the men they’d lost—just the rhythmic thump-thump of the laundry and the quiet hiss of Soap cleaning a wound. Ghost didn't look up

"I’ve got it, Johnny," Ghost muttered, though his fingers fumbled with the bandage. He held two bottles of lukewarm beer and