It was the morning after the funeral, the sunset cliff in the scottish highlands with what remained of your team, that Shepard's picture was in the news.
"U.S. General Hershel Shepard, Slain in Brazen Pentagon Attack!", is what was plastered all over your feed. It was not yet twelve when you stirred, tangled up in strewn blankets and Kyle's outstretched limbs. You had gone home with him after the funeral, both tired and mourning your friend, your teammate and brother in arms. You slipped under the covers with him as you both held each other, grounding yourselves in each others heartbeats and warmth.
The sun streaming through a crack in the blinds had woken you, and you lay in bed blankly before fumbling for your phone on the nightstand and settling back against Kyle's chest, preparing to lose yourself in something that kept your mind of Soap.
But fate had dictated otherwise. You sat up quickly, heart pounding as you read the first article, then the second, and you had shook Kyle awake by the third.
"Kyle," You said, not taking your eyes off your screen, "Kyle get up."
"Mhm, what is it love." He grumbled turning his head to the sound of your voice, but not opening his eyes. "It's too early."
"Shepard's dead, Kyle. He got fucking killed."
With that, he had gotten up, blearily taking your outstretched phone and reading.
"Holy shit." He said, looking up at you with his brown eyes. "Should we call Laswell?"
You shook your head. "She's probably busy with all that happened, She'll contact us if she needs us."
The evening news brought Price's picture.
You had just finished dinner, ready to bring your plate to the sink when your Captain was branded a traitor and a killer.
"Oh God," You had sobbed against Kyle's grey shirt, bunching the fabric in your fists as the cotton darkened with your tears. "What the hell is happening?"
Kyle held you tight against him, always your grounding presence. But you knew even he was at a loss.
"We need to go." He said, chin tucked above your head. "We need to hide. I'm calling Ghost."
You had nodded dully, and scampered off to fill up a duffle bag. You didn't have many clothes here, mostly borrowing from Kyle's closet, so you had a mixture of both of your clothing items. Your toiletries, and your jewelry that you kept for scenarios like this.
You had slid your gun case from under the bed when Kyle walked in.
"He'll be here in 20." He said, and got to packing.
You took your pistol, loading it and storing the remaining ammo in your bag. You tucked the gun in your waistband.
The sound of the door opening made your heart drop, but the familiar Manchester accent calling out your names had you breathing a sigh of relief.
Ghost stood in the living room, clad in a black surgical mask and a black hoodie, car keys in his left hand.
"Lt." You had greeted, lip wobbling at the sight of him. You went over and gave him a tight hug, burying your face in his hoodie, and Ghost held you close.
"I know, luv." He said, quietly, firmly. "This will all be handled. I promise."
I’ve been a Call of Duty fan for a while now, (even though I’ve never played the actual games, mostly watched the cutscenes on YouTube) so when I saw that the Modern Warfare 4 trailer dropped, I was absolutely hyped!
It all starts with South Korean soldiers on duty and when North Korea launches a full on attack in the South, it devastates the country. If that doesn’t trigger WW3, I don’t know what will…
Price is back, and on the run after killing General Shepard in MW3. 4 days before the attack, he’s on a solo mission in NYC, hunting down a man who’s deserving of Price’s wrath more than Shepard. Some internet creators were invited by the studio for a sneak peek at gameplay and story, and one of them revealed in their reaction video that the guy Price was hunting is Vladimir Makarov, and he beat him to death with his bare hands, to which I said “yes! Fuck you Makarov! That’s for Soap, you ultranationalist bastard!” (And yes, that’s exactly what came out of my mouth in that moment)
And now comes a montage of missions, a Paris team up with Valeria (yes, El Sin Nombre herself from MW2), SK vs NK taking each other down across the country, it’s some really intense stuff…
And now here’s the kicker: Ghost is back and he’s gonna be facing off against Price. For what reason, we have no idea why. I really don’t want them to kill each other, especially after everything they’ve been through…
This will all go down October 23rd, so be ready soldiers…
The moment you realize that in nearly all your favorite ships one or both lovers are dead... just doesn't make for a happy time. No matter what ya do, no matter how intricate and alive of a world you build for them to live and interact in, they are dead in the one story that universally matters- the canon story.
Let's all take a moment to appreciate those writers and artists that hold that candle for love that never was but should have been, or love lost.
