#cw mcd

[armacheart]

The last of his kind

[mitrielle]

A quick quiz: how would you rate my mood right now based on my art?

15 minutes speed painting.

[spiltspit]

Hold me close, I just found you.

(Knight & Highlander Au)

[aluinwe]

ghost - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 286

James was laying in bed, flat on his back with his arm flung across his face. Eyes closed, gently lulled into that gap between being awake and asleep where his limbs felt heavy and his head felt light.

Quietly, voice thick with sleep, he murmured into the room. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, James.” Regulus replied softly. “I’d put you in the garden, feed you to the birds.”

“That’s mean.” James smiled softly. “I’d still love you. I’d buy a tank for you and keep you forever.”

“Yes, well. You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot.” A smile tugged at the corner of James’ lips. “How about if I was a dog? Would you keep me then?”

“Nah.” Regulus snorted softly. “I’d give you to Sirius. He’s always wanted one.”

“That’s fair. I’d be such a good dog for him.” James shifted slightly, as if to roll over onto his side, but decided against it. “You’d make a good cat. I think that’s what you’d be if you were an animal. All regal and grumpy.”

Regulus made a non-commital sound and the room filled with silence once more, the only sounds to be heard were gentle breaths and the breeze outside brushing through the trees.

James broke the silence once more with a whisper, cracked around the edges. “Would you still love me if I was a ghost?”

“Of course I would, Jamie.” Another beat of silence passed. “You still love me, don’t you? And I’m a ghost.”

James finally rolled onto his side and opened his eyes a crack to see only the empty space where Regulus should be, sheets undisturbed as if he’d never been there at all.

[johnpricescumrag]

You were a new recruit to the task force, sent there shortly after Soap's death. You were essentially his replacement.

Unbeknownst to you, Ghost resented you for existing on the team. Especially because you were so much like him.

A young, rowdy, but promising, Sergeant. A fucking demolitions expert, just like his Johnny was. You had a bright future in the SAS, just like he did.

Ghost was always harder on you than everyone else. But you took it all with a smile, constantly cracking jokes with a dopey grin on your face. Ghost hated it.

But just like Johnny, you managed to break through the defenses he had built up. You partially filled the void Johnny's death left in Ghost's heart.

"Nice shot, Lt! Betcha couldn't do it again!" You say over comms, smiling at Ghost in his sniper nest.

"Focus, Sergeant." Ghost rumbles blandly. He focuses his scope on you, just like he used to do with Johnny.

And that's how he watched you die, too. A hostile that Ghost was too distracted to see threw a Molotov cocktail at you. You were immediately engulfed in flames.

He had to watch you burn to death. He had to listen to your screams over comms. He couldn't save you.

Just like he couldn't save Johnny.

[srfiv]

this is never getting finished

[dorkus99-com]

Ghoap ( :P )

Whenever ghost loses something, he never loses it. It’s taken.

Ghost, calling from the other room: Johnny where’d you put the car keys!

Soap, who lost the keys and hot wired their car: I dunno, you’re the one who had it last.

-

Simon: Ave you seen my joggers? The old pair, was thinking of cutting them for fabric

Johnny, who’s wearing them as they speak: Nah, maybe you left em on base.

-

Simon: For fucks sake Mactavish, you can borrow my mask just give em back! It’s hell to make a new one with the hard shell.

Johnny, who put it on his nieces baby doll thinking it was hilarious: Sorry love, no idea where it could be.

-

Simon would rather lose a hundred more car keys, a hundred more joggers, a hundred more masks, compared to losing his one Johnny.

[uncouthsecretblr]

Ghost trudged out of a shop with the retrieved intel in a satchel. He looked around for an allies' truck only to spot it driving away. He was sent solo with those "allies" for the mission, so he essentially was abandoned after mission almost accomplished. He sighed depressedly and called his team, "Price... I need a ride back... The knobheads ditched me..."

After a long wait, he heard a truck approaching, he recognized Price in the front seat, but oddly Gaz was in the back seat instead of the passenger side. Price parked near the curb and Ghost got on, feeling only a smidge better since the ditching. Price said, "We're gonna have to stop by a safehouse to be sure the enemies don't follow us to base. Sorry, about the Iron Claw had abandoned you." Ghost sighed softly, "'s not your fault. Besides, the lot were bastards anyways."

They returned to the safehouse and Ghost set the intel on a table for the three to look at. While they did, Ghost thought about how Soap used to hang over his shoulder while they reviewed intel. Also how he'd sometimes lean on Ghost's back and rest his head on Ghost's shoulders. Ghost sighed sadly, feeling his nose tingle and eyes getting warm. Meanwhile, Gaz had a suppressed smirk on his face like he knew a joke that Ghost didn't. Price's expression was half hidden by his beard as usual, but he had an amused crinkle in his eyes.

However, Ghost was too distracted in mourning to realize someone was approaching from behind. He didn't hear the soft clumping of sneaky boots. It wasn't until he felt body heat from behind that he noticed someone was behind him trying not to giggle. He smelled something like how Soap smelled, albiet with a tinge of hospital scent residue.

He turned and saw Soap behind him, caught before he was able to do his lean on Ghost. Soap smiled and Ghost looked like he saw a miracle before him. He then got up, nearly throwing the chair aside, and hugged Soap before anyone spoke. He couldn't stop his sobs from escaping. Heart tugging, lung aching, yet beautiful crying. Soap was moved to tears too, he sniffled, "Happy to see ya too, Si"