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A/N: Todeh, I give you some of my opinions of our lovely 💀 about how he sees 🧼
I'm just gonna put five here, cuz i need ideas to continue. But, enjoy! (I'll think about making another if you guys enjoy it cuz I had fun writing this) 🌱
-- About the Scottish Man
Moon || I feel like whenever Soap's busy with someone or something or even anything and he's not paying attention, Ghost will definitely watch him from afar, almost like he's admiring him, just like we're admiring the moon, it's always there but out of reach.
Sun || Soap definitely made Ghost's world better little by little, a bit brighter, like baby steps. Originally Simon's life was black and white, but Johnny was the color, the painter, changing Simon's perspective on how he sees the world around him. To be honest, a life without Johnny would be meaningless, just like how we can't live without the sun.
Ocean || He analyzes everything about Soap, just like how his eyes are blue like the ocean. His appearance is almost rough like the waves in a deep sea on the outside, but soft on the inside like how the waves crashes into shore and eventually hit our feet. He could get lost in his eyes if he stared too long (or if he wanted to), but he doesn't want to look like a creep. I feel like Soap's eyes are one of the things that makes him calm, like the way it would just stare into his brown ones, it was like the calmness of the ocean itself engulfing him.
Rain || The rain is very pretty but could be annoying to some others, just like how people might be annoyed at Soap's bubbly personality. But not Simon. He doesn't mind, because without him really knowing, it helps him somehow like how the rain helps the plants.
Light Bulb || A light bulb can stay on for a very long time as your light source, but eventually it'll be broken, the light soon to die down and be replaced. Simon still remembers the way Johnny was laying in his arms, his bloodstained arms from Soap's blood. He didn't care though. He was focused on the image of Soap's ocean eyes dimming right in front of him. It was like dark clouds making the sky grey and the ocean turned from bright to dark showing no form of life whatsoever. Eventually he knows someone will take Soap's place someday. But in his mind, Johnny's place could never be taken or replaced. Never.
A/N: Making a new series so I don't have to keep the thoughts to myself 🌱 The game's been out for like 2 years now and I still can't get over it sooo
-- Our memories engraved
So I saw a picture of Ghost holding Soap's vest while saying "Wish me luck, Johnny." (Not a real scene in the game btw)
And I've been thinking, I wonder if he actually kept that vest like a good luck charm. So like before every start of mission, he'll say "Wish me luck, hope you watch over me, etc."
Or maybe he keeps it next to him, even when asleep so even though Soap's not with him, he can at least have a remembrance to show that Soap was really there, alive, and was once blabbering everything to him non-stop just so he could keep the conversation alive.
I also like to think that he enjoys those sleepless night with Johnny whenever a mission was bothering him, even though he won't openly admit it.
some nights, i like to wrap a bedsheet around my waist and walk around like i'm wearing a gown so i can feel like a lonely maiden in a castle, waiting for my husband, Duke Price, to return from his trip...
The day you took your last breath was the day my world went dark.
A/N: A little Ghoap scene/drabble that popped up in my head so suddenly. Did I regret writing it? Maybe. Oh and please, any artist or animators I would love to see these get drawn or even animated 😭🙏
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Ghost was clutching Soap's hand in his own as he laid in his arms, blood dripping from his wound on his head. Despite his pain and injuries, the only thing he could think about was Ghost, his Simon
Simon was there, holding him in his final moments, and now he was all that was left to remember what they had.
He couldn't let Soap's memory die with him, he had to keep it alive and carry it with him no matter what.
Your hand in my and...
Ghost was holding back tears, his pain and sadness making it hard to control himself. He couldn't look away from Soap's eyes, they were so gentle and reassuring, even in death.
He tried to avoid crying, but he couldn't help it - it seemed as though the tears were flooding out of every pore in his body.
As tears spilled out from behind his mask, the dampness of them was barely noticeable as they seemed to disappear into the fabric.
I could never choose to love another
He wiped the tears away swiftly, trying to regain his composure. As his vision cleared, he was met with Soap ー no, Johnny's grave right in front of him.
It hit him like a sudden blow to the chest; like a searing hot knife being stabbed in his heart ー the final reminder that he was truly gone, and it was all his fault.
He had lost his brother, he had lost Soap, he had practically lost everyone he loved, and it felt like there was literally nothing left to live for.
Maybe one day I can learn to love you,
"I'm sorry, Johnny." Ghost mumbled to himself, his hand gripping the stone of his grave like an apologetic lover's hands would. He had lost so much due to the mission - his friend, his teammate, his soulmate.
He was grasping the stone for support, for hope, for any connection with the man he lost - a connection that could never be returned.
Summary: In life, I love you dearly. In death, I'll still love you till the very end.
Word Count: 6636 (bwoah-)
Warning(s): Angst (but it sucks probably)
A/N: I was a bit down and felt like 💩 so I decided to write this and take you all down with me.
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"You'll be fine." He said, his glassy eyes betraying the words that were coming out of his mouth.
He was trying to stay strong, but he was deeply worried for you. He couldn't let you leave him like this, not yet. You two had such a close bond and he wanted to share more with you, to know you more, to hope and experience a future with you.
You noticed that you were carried - or rather cradled in the arms of someone, and the sound his footsteps digging into the mud below made you knew he was running with all his might.
Your vision was rather blurry, but you remembered the events of you being rescued from them.
But it was too late.
You were critically injured by the time he breached the metal door. The wounds that they inflicted on you was still fresh in your mind, and you could still feel every sting of it, even if you could barely make out anything else in the world apart from the voice transporting you.
His voice was strongly familiar and comforting at the same time.
"Just hold on a little bit longer," he pleaded. "I promise we can get to the beach together with the rest of the task force, I promise I'll buy that stupid roach plushie you wanted, I promise I'll let you buy anything you want - So please... please don't leave me yet."
You wanted to speak to the voice, to him, to let him know that it's alright and that you were somewhat still breathing, but the only thing you could do was let out a pained groan.
The person looked relieved when you were alive, even more so when he noticed you trying your hardest to speak to him. "Shhh, it's okay," the voice whispered quietly next to you, holding you close. "I'm here with you.. Just stay awake, yeah?"
Ah, you remember know, that voice - The way it was so soft and familiar, like the touch of a reassuring hand on the back.
You knew it all too well.
It was Gaz, or what you would usually call him, Kyle. He had been your closest companion through all the intense and crazy moments, and now, he was here to help you go through this one.
As much as you wanted to stay with him, to talk to him, to feel him, to delay the bitter end, you knew your time was almost up. Death had called upon you, and it was indeed an unavoidable fate, and you didn't like it one bit.
Why couldn't it wait,
Through teary eyes, you managed to mutter the needed words out: "Just stop…" Your voice was shaky and weak, but you knew Gaz could hear you clearly. "Would you…?"
His heart sank as he realized what you meant by that. You wanted to stop here and face your demise. He didn't want to let you go so quickly, not yet.
"No, no, no," He begged, desperate for you to stay alive. "I promise things will be okay, we can get through this. Just hold on a little bit longer, please."
Just a little bit more?
You were so weak - physically and emotionally - and you felt yourself slowly slipping away little by little.
"I don't think I can hold on," you murmured, your voice so soft and hoarse from all the pain and tears. "I'm so sorry…"
"Please, just stay with me for a little while longer. I need you right now." He begged again, and he would do it a thousand times if it meant you being alive in the end.
You were losing your grip, you were failing to hang on. And you couldn't help but feel guilty for failing to hold on and stay.
"Please, please, please-" Gaz was distraught, falling to his knees in the mud but not caring in the slightest. His arms wrapped closely around you, hands intertwined with yours as he holds you like you were the most precious thing to him.
Even when death was coming to pick you up, all you wanted was to see him. His gentle touch against your skin was a final source of comfort and reassurance. The last thing you wanted to see was him, just one last time…
Ah, of course I can't.
With the final bits of strength that were left in you, your hand went up to his cheek, and your eyes fluttered with love towards him. These last moments were filled with so much emotion, with so much hope and desire.
"Promise me, something…" Your voice was no more than a whisper, but the need for him to know this was strong.
"If I die, stay alive," and you meant it with every fiber of your being. "Eat properly, get enough sleep, act like nothing ever happened, act like I never existed." You didn't want him to ruin his life just because of you.
"Live a happy life without me." That last bit was hard to say, but you had to make sure he knew this. "You'll find someone better than me, I know it. Just know I'll always love you for eternity. Stay alive for me, okay?"
"I will," Gaz replied in a determined voice, his eyes staring right into yours, his expression a little heartbroken while being so strong at the same time. He didn't want to lose you at all, but he couldn't deny the inevitability of what was going to happen.
"I'll eat well, sleep enough, act like nothing happened. But I'll never act like you never existed." It was a bitter truth, one you could both see and feel. "You're the one person I love. And I'll live on for the both of us."
A small chuckle left your lips, a bitter yet amused one. The smile on your face still being amused at his determination, even in the time of death. Everything felt increasingly quiet and your vision began filling with that familiar void of darkness.
It was time, both you and Gaz knew this.
"I love you, Kyle." Those were the last words you said to him, and he knew that was your way of ensuring he knew how much he meant to you. As your voice gave out and your vision went black, you felt the soft embrace of death finally claim you as its own.
He hugged you tighter, desperately wanting to hold on to the final moments you had left together. His embrace was like a last attempt to make you stay a little longer. Every little bit he could get mattered to him at this point, but he was powerless against the forces of fate.
"I love you too," Gaz whispered back softly, his voice filled with so much emotion and regret. He felt your hand grow weak and your body went limp against his own, and he was suddenly overcome with grief. He couldn't stand the thought of losing you like this, but he couldn't deny the imminent reality.
His shoulders started to shake lightly as tears streamed down his cheeks like a waterfall. His face was buried in your shoulder as he cried without end, the feeling of guilt never leaving his aching heart.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.." He whispered one last time.
See what I did there? A bit bittersweet ending innit? Though I don't really like it, so I might change something. I'm still deciding whether I should make Gaz's POV or not.
Summary: A recon mission gone wrong (I'll add more for the summary I swear)
Word Count: 3253 (why is it so short-)
Warning(s): A gunshot wound (though it's not mentioned)
A/N: Uhhh I present to you another story! I tried to make it interesting but it may or not be boring when you read this (I swear the ideas are not coming in when I need them grhehshak). I wanted this to be a one-shot so it'll be longer for you guys, but my friend said to make it into two parts :3 It's still under editing but it's safe to read it!
// Part 2 \\ Will be coming up a few days later.. I hope.
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It was supposed to be a simple recon mission from Laswell, just like usual. But this time it was a two member recon mission, and they sent you in with Price. The need for intel was imperative. It was crucial to get out without making too much chaos, and you both were a perfect duo to get the job done (if you just ignore how much you admire him).
Laswell's orders were clear and simple, "Get the needed info, and get out without getting detected."
But of course, nothing ever goes as smoothly as one might have expected.
Laswell's voice crackled over the comms, "There's been a change in the situation, I need you both to abort the mission."
"Roger that." Price responded back with no questions asked.
You both prepared your gear and went out of the room, going to the hallway. As you and Price crept in the shadows, avoiding detection, everything seemed to be going as planned.
Until it wasn't, yet again.
The enemies had successfully set an ambush for you both. The situation went south rather quickly, and it seemed as if they had been aware of your plans all along.
Soon all hell broke loose.
"Laswell, we need immediate evac!" Price yelled over the comms, the sound of bullets flying beside him.
"On it, John." She replied back, her voice showing signs of worry.
Gunshots flew everywhere, the sound echoing through the air, nearly hitting one of you once, and the situation turned from bad to worse in the blink of an eye. As the gunshots kept flying, it was only a matter of time before something major would happen, and one of you would get hurt.
You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your body, your heart racing as you realize just how close you were to being hit. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, but you managed to regain your composure and focus on the mission at hand. You were lucky this time, but it was clear as day that this was no ordinary recon mission.
You and Price were hidden behind a wall, trading fire with the enemy at every opportunity. The exit was close, you could see it, but the enemy seemed to have endless numbers, like a never ending wave of threats. Bullets and other projectiles flew past you, some missing you by inches. It was like a wall of lead was being aimed directly at you, and you realized your ammo was running dangerously low.
"Capt, I'm runnin' low on ammo!" You yelled between the sound of bullets whizzing past you.
Just as you finished yelling, the comms cackled to life again, as Laswell's voice could be heard.
"Evac's eight minutes away from your location." She said, earning a groan from Price.
"We don't have eight minutes, Laswell!" He said quickly.
As the fire kept coming at you, you and Price fired your last few shots, and heard the enemy's bullets becoming fewer and fewer with each passing second. The sound of footsteps stopped, the enemy was seemingly retreating. The two of you kept aim, staying alert for any surprises, yet as time passed it seemed more and more likely that the enemy was actually retreating.
You both moved towards the exit, making sure the coast was clear. You both shared a relieved look as you went towards the extraction point. However, in the midst of the relief, you suddenly felt a sharp, excruciating pain in the lower side of your abdomen.
Summary: Your husband gets sick and he doesn't want to admit it. Luckily, you're there to help him, even though he's being stubborn about it.
Word Count: 5158
Warning(s): None, pure fluff
A/N: I'm sorry if it's bad or short, or anything else in the matter :( I'm still new to this fan fiction stuff (as in my first blown one-shot that I didn't abandon), and English isn't my first language too. But please enjoy! I'm sorry once again if there's potentially any other fanfics like this, I have no means to copy them. 🫶
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You and your dear husband, John, have been married together for 4 years, and it has been a truly beautiful relationship for both of you. Although you have always noticed that John tends to get sick from time to time, especially when he's getting older (don't say that to him though, or he'll be terribly mad at you).
But this time was different.
You noticed that he was hiding something from you, most likely because he didn't want to worry you (even though you were already worried and soon-to-be developing a mild heart attack for him whenever he was out for deployment anyways).
You walked into your shared room, deciding not to knock, just this once. Noticing your presence, he looks up from his stack of never ending paperwork that was on his table.
"Love, what did I say to you about knocking?" He tried to answer you in his typical, gruff voice, but you knew him well enough to notice a hint of exhaustion behind those words.
His face was pale, and his breath seemed shallow. You could tell something was wrong.
"John, are you alright?" You ask with a frown on your face.
"No, I'm perfectly fine!" he said, refusing to admit anything. "I'm just a little tired, that's all," he added, hoping you'd let it go.
But you knew him too well even before marriage, and you knew something was seriously wrong with him.
"No, John, you look like you're about to pass out. You look sick since when? Yesterday? You're way beyond 'just tired," you argued back.
"I'm fine, really, it's nothing serious at all!" he tried to convince you, but you were having none of it.
"John, you're pale and sweating, and you've potentially got a fever. You're not 'fine."
He huffed a bit, but then admitted, "Alright, maybe I am a little under the weather, but it's really nothing serious. Just a small cold, nothing I can't deal with."
You let out a very desperate sigh (which shows your current condition with Price) while shaking your head. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯. You thought to yourself. You got behind him and placed your hands on his shoulder, and he immediately got the memo of what you were going to do.
"Sweetheart, you really don't have to.." He sighed, but you ignored him. You began massaging his shoulders, pressing the knots out while chastising him.
"John, c'mon, let's not pretend this is a small cold." You chastised him gently.
He lets out a groan and gave in into the soothing feeling, dropping everything that he was doing earlier. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. He thought with a small sigh leaving his lips.
"Okay, okay.. maybe you're right." He admitted. "But I'll just lie down for a bit and I'll be as good as new."
You knew it was for the best, even if he was being stubborn and tried to protest. You led him over to the bed, helping him lie down as he gave a few soft murmurs of thanks. You checked his temperature, which came up at 39-40 degrees celcius, a moderate grade fever.
"See," You showed him the thermometer.
"It's clear you're way beyond this 'small cold' you've been claiming," you scolded him with a satisfied look on your face after you've proved him wrong. He muttered something under his breath, but eventually conceded that he needed some rest.
You carefully drape the blanket over his chest, making sure to keep him warm and comfortable. You left him alone for a bit and came back with a bucket of water with a small towel in it. You then took the damp towel and gently placed it on his forehead, trying to lower his fever as much as possible.
"Now rest, and let me get some soup for you," you instructed him. He grumbled something yet again, but finally nodded and did as you said.
You did as you promised, returning to the kitchen shortly after to make a soup that would be sure to help his recovery. You also added some hot tea with honey and lemon juice, a classic remedy for whenever someone is sick.
You returned to the bedroom with the soup and tea on a tray. Seeing the tray full of supposedly filled medicine, John slowly sat up and leaned his back to the headboard, getting into a comfortable position. You made sure John kept drinking and eating it, and when he was done you put the tray on the nightstand beside the bed.
Slowly but surely, his fever dropped and his color returned. After a short while, he began to fall asleep from exhaustion.
You were just about to head out of the room, but John gently grabbed your wrist with the last ounce of strength he had left, mumbling a quiet "Stay."
Even though you knew he needed his rest, your heart melted at the way he held your wrist so gently. For a moment you hesitated, but if it meant him getting the rest he needed, you'll happily stay with him till' he gets better.
"I'll be right back, love," you whispered softly, giving his hand one last lingering squeeze.
You closed the curtain and turned off the lights, creating a comfortable and low-lit atmosphere. Then you gently climbed into bed with him, finding a cozy spot and wrapping a blanket around the two of you. You leaned close to him, nuzzling against his shoulder and pulling him into you, feeling his presence and feeling comfortable and safe.
Finally, you both closed your eyes and rested as you slowly fell asleep together.
