“I thought you’d abandoned me.” + “You should have left me there.”
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(under a readmore because it got a bit long <3)
It's been three days. Three days in the rubble, three days trying to pace himself with the little water he's got left. It probably won't matter in the end, whether he manages to get the water to last three, four or five days. He'll be dead within the week either way.
If not due to dehydration, then due to sepsis. The bullet wound in his abdomen looks like shit. He hasn't managed to pry the bullet out of it - he passed out when he tried, then realized his fingers were filled with dirt, oil and more - and the medical kit was destroyed in the firefight.
Ghost doesn't like his chances, but it's better to go out like this, he guesses. Better to go out like this. It gives him time to think back to everything he's achieved. His team. Price. Gaz. Nikolai, Alex. Hell, even the others, Gromsko, König, Horangi - they'll do great without him.
Soap, too. Soap would be a great team leader too. Ghost had taken this one covertly, one man in, one man out. Easier access. Just a quick disposal, and he would've been on the evac out. Intel had been wrong - he'd met resistance, been shot. Then the building had collapsed in on itself, trapping him in the rubble. There's enough room to wiggle and to move, but he can't dig himself out. He's tried. He may be built like a brick and a giant, he can't move the blocks of concrete keeping him from the blue sky he imagines above.
And, with how the bullet wound looks now... It's a matter of counting down the right way. Thinking back to the moments they'd all talked about - when this was all done, he'd go back home to Manchester. Maybe even visit Scotland with Soap, see his family. Make sure König saw that therapist they always teased him about.
But, it looks bad. He removed the mask two days ago, there's no need to hide his face down here. He falls asleep clutching the bottle of water, a gun in his other hand, in case someone shows up to finish him off. Or worse.
Waking up with a jolt at the sound of voices - speaking English - Simon Riley shakes himself into consciousness, although the effort taxes him. He's on his last reserves. The mic crackles to life as well, but it's static. Lifting his finger to press the button to call out, he switches the channel.
"This is 7-1, calling. Bravo 0-7, how copy?"
Chuckling, Ghost smiles. Johnny. He presses the button. "I thought you'd abandonned me," he croaks into the mike. Immediately, Soap's response comes through.
"Ghost! You're alive- stay put, we're getting to you, okay?"
"You should've left me here, Johnny. There's insurgents- the intel, it was wrong," he says, voice hoarse, feeble. "You'll get killed if you stay-"
"Shut up, Lt, we're coming to get you. Insurgents have been taken care of."
"That's the best news I've heard all day," Ghost adds, before he feels his vision swimming. The energy left in him is drained. They're right on the other side. But he can't stay awake. He just needs to close his eyes.
Hi erm I'm really missing someone right now. Could you right a fic with Abe Sapien. With the prompts 48 dancing with each other and 50 putting your hand over the others mouth so shut them up. (gn reader would make my day😅)
Love my baby fish boy so yes you most certainly can!
Rated Fluff
A minute ago when he had asked it had sounded so silly, if he could blush she probably would’ve been the entire time. But you were a few glasses of wine in and so was he. You were a giggling mess and he couldn’t stop the nervous laughs that escaped him.
His dear friend had understood what was happening and ever the charmer himself, Hellboy had winked at Abe before tossing Liz over his shoulder to promptly exit and give the two of you some alone time. The two of you had been slow dancing for a few minutes now, the slow Al Green songs must’ve been Hellboy’s doing, he certainly was doing his best wingman job after all. Your redden cheeks hurt, how much you had been smiling and laughing all night was beyond you, but it was a welcome change of pace from the usual work week filled with mayhem and magic.
Abe twirled you gently, his stance that of a seasoned dancer, which made you wonder where exactly had he picked this up. He was careful but elegant, shy but still moved with the confidence of someone who had been doing this for years. The alcohol in your body lulled you, as the soft tune played out of the speakers, you were happy to just exist there with Abe.
“You know…I often hoped you’d finally get the guts to tell me you like me” The bomb was dropped, nothing too eloquent about it but if anything straight forward enough he didn’t have to read your thoughts for. Abe’s rhythm falter only a few seconds, gaze looking elsewhere as if ashamed. Had he been so obvious all this time? Had he done little to hide his emotions from you?
“I like you too, and no I’m not drunk, or at least not drunk enough to be incoherent” Your words left him speechless, the light piano of the current song making him slow his dancing more. He felt awkward, as if anything he could say would be met with more confusion.
Abe was always more a man of words than actions, a true opposite to his friend and colleague. While Hellboy struggled to find words, Abe had plenty to spare, in various languages. He spared a glance at your smiling face, lips rosy and cheeks just as much, your body close to his own and suddenly he felt so at a loss for words.
You opened your mouth to speak but felt his hand press against your mouth. At first you thought he was shutting you up, but those gorgeous bottomless eyes somehow said otherwise.
“I don’t know how often I’ve dreamt of your mouth, of the way your lips must feel…” It guts you, sends a pleasant shiver all over your body.
Even at a loss, he still manages to find something beautiful to say, somewhat poetic.
Something that makes you pull his hand away and kiss him
Happy birthday. I give you a volus in a bow coz him a present 😋
lol oh jeez, thank you for giving him to me, but he can't stay here all day, I'm sure he's very busy. He probably has a job. It was very nice to meet you, sir... please carry on...
Would Krem get help with re shaving the sides of his hair from Bull or Dorian?? Or maybe Sera??
The idea of The Chargers buddying up to take care of each other’s hair warms my heart. I don’t think ANYONE wants Sera near their hair with a pair of scissors considering the state of her own. Dorian surely joins The Chargers occasionally for haircuts after a while.
