Domestic December: COD
Day 21: Soap, There for you
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John McTavish was dead, and there is nothing you can do about it.
It’s a hard truth to face, but there it is. Price had come to your front door to personally deliver the news. Your tears weren’t the only ones he gathered that day, but he was kind enough to spend some time with you.
When Price had to leave, as they always do, Ghost was there to take his place.
He was wearing the balaclava when Price opened the door. You shrugged when he asked if it was okay for Ghost to come in. Staring down at the floor as the shock of the news is still overtaking your every thought.
You weren’t as close to Ghost as you were to Price or Gaz, but Soap was. The two having an odd friendship that you could only make a guest at. Now Ghost was your ally in all this grief.
Ghost sat in equal amount of silence. Letting you be the one to break said silence.
“Was it fast?” You asked, waiting for the door to open and for Soap to come through it.
“Yes,” Ghost said.
“And the one who did it?” You asked.
“Taken care of, you won’t have to worry about it.” He says, but not in a way that could comfort you.
The silence comes in again. Where you should be greeted by a smiling husband, stories that he can’t give too many details about, and a kiss or three, there is nothing.
“I want to see him.” You declare.
When Ghost doesn’t respond you give it another try. “John, I want to see his body.”
“No, you don’t.” Ghost says with just as much conviction as you did.
He does something surprising after that. He moves from the chair to sit beside you on the couch. You’ve only known him long enough to know that Soap approved. That was all you really needed before, but now you had to make your own decision.
That decision was made when placed a hand on your shoulder.
Your weight pulls you against him. He’s a solid wall that acts as a kind of support while you start to fall apart. He still doesn’t say much, he doesn’t have to, and you don’t need him to anyway. At least, not yet.
