#clancy writes

[probablynotcy]

I think Ghost is the type of person that would die for the few people he truly loves. Like, he probably wouldn't say it out loud to them but he honestly doesn't has to because they know. Soap knows.

So when Soap and Ghost are out on a mission and it goes horribly wrong-it is only the two of them left and no one's gonna come for them because HQ has decided it's too risky to send help-Soap tells Ghost to be careful and to not do anything stupid.

"I know you would die for me, LT."

And Simon isn't even bothered that Soap is seeing right through him. In the past, he had been, but not anymore.

"You might be right with that, Johnny," is his simple answer. And when Soap now speaks up once more, reaching out for Ghost’s hand to take it into his own while doing so, his voice is firm at first, but quickly gets softer, a somewhat desperate undertone accompanying especially the last words that leave his lips, "I know I'm right. But I don't want you to die for me ... I want you to live for me. I would be sad if you were gone, even if you died protecting me."

And Ghost isn't sure how to respond to that.

He is at a loss for words because he had never really thought about how anyone would feel if he died. He never had expected anyone to be sad, but now... Soap was saying he would be sad. And Ghost doesn't want him to be. Not now but also not in the future.

"Well," Ghost then finally decides to answer, his following words the reason a soft reassured smile begins to spread across Soap's face, "Guess I have to live then."

[probablynotcy]

König is eating a piece of cake with both Ghost and Soap around; Ghost is probably somewhere in the back, reading a book, while Soap sits right next to König, maybe he is drawing something in his sketchbook. When König has finished eating, Soap looks up and notices the traces of cream that are still left on König's lips, but before the Austrian can get rid of them himself, Soap just leans over and licks over the bigger man's lips.

And König just sits there, thinking to himself if that really just happened, his whole body feeling like it's burning while his head is about to explode. And the words that leave Soap's lips only seconds later don't make it any better, "Tastes good, where can I get more?"

There is a cheeky smile visible on his face, meanwhile Ghost in the background can only roll his eyes in response to Soap's actions.

"Fridge," is his response to the Scotsman's question since it is obvious that König himself simply isn't able to say anything at the moment.

And so Soap gets up, gets himself some cake from the fridge and sits down right next to König again. König, who still can't believe this just happened.

"Tastes only half as good like this," Soap says after taking his first bite and as he is now handing König the piece of cake he continues speaking, "Want some more?"

And König definitely wants more so he finally manages to move again, taking the plate from Soap's hand but only to put it down on the table right in front of them; instead he gets up, throws Soap over his shoulder and as an amused grin begins to spread across the Scotsman's face he gets carried into their shared bedroom by König.

It is only Ghost who stays behind. Ghost, who now decides to eat the abandoned slice of cake.

[probablynotcy]

out of context this sounds very suggestive ...

what am I saying? even with context this sounds suggestive. :')

“I know you’re big Lt., but you’re not that big,” Soap tried to convince Ghost [...]. “Come on, I’m sure we’ll make it fit somehow.”

[probablynotcy]

it definitely is an experience to write about a ship that is relatively popular and in return get a lot of hits and kudos on my fics. but I'll probably never stop writing about my silly little rare pairs that nobody besides me wants to read about, because they bring me so much joy.

soapghost(könig)? nice. awesome. I love them. I love writing about them. like, a lot.

yurisoap? yurinik? roachramirez? I'm going to die for all of these pairings, and if nobody wants to read about them then that's not my fucking problem, because I'm going to write about them anyway. :)

[probablynotcy]

oh my god, I'm rewatching the "detained" scene in mw2 & just realized that alejandro's hands get tied together in front of his body and not behind it which is a big fucking problem, because I wrote a scene that happens right after this one and I wrote it thinking his hands are tied together behind his body. problem: he gets shoved against a wall face first and now I'm asking myself if it would look awkward if the same thing happens while his hands are tied in front of his body. I never wished more for someone to push me against a wall. for writing purposes. definitely only for writing purposes.

and yes, I know this is a really small detail that nobody besides me cares about, but it's driving me insane. :')

[angelicclancy]

I miss trench and Tyler. I've been in the city for so long that I feel more like a ghost wandering these cold empty streets than a human being. I wanted to watch the world come back to life after the snow melted, but they found me, and I am trapped here again. Every so often I'll catch the scent of jasmine carried on the breeze, gone away as fast as it came, and I pretend I am there in the valleys, marching home.

[probablynotcy]

what do you mean, this super cool story I came up with won't write itself???

man, this sucks.

[probablynotcy]

got this comment under my fanfic 'chris redfield was happy'.

I've been laughing tears for a good minute now. :')