i don't know where you're going, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?
(i don't know where i'm going but i don't think i'm coming home)
Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish
Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Missions Gone Wrong, Multiple POV, Alternating POV, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Hospitalization, Injuries
Summary:
— 💀 — Push forward. One step. Push forward. Two steps. Push forward. Three. He would be fine. It didn’t matter that Roba’s hook pierced him in roughly the same spot. Didn’t matter that no one came to help, not even as he approached exfil. Didn’t matter that no one even spared him a glance as he fell, slamming his head so hard into the ground his thoughts fizzled out. — 🧼 — He nervously holds onto Ghost’s wrist tightly. Fuck, fuck, be alive, please. One second. Not now, not yet. Two seconds. I need you. Thump. The thumping begins to repeat into a steady heartbeat, and Soap couldn’t be more relieved. — 🧼💀 — or: Ghost is used to being on his own. Through gritted teeth and broken bones, he'll bear the pain alone. Soap is used to keeping things to himself, or just out of plain sight. Even if those things could cost him. A fic told through flashbacks in the lens of a hopeless man and the present of a hopeful one.
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