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🧼 Are you Ugly?

💀 Quite the opposite.

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CHEWING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE. LILLIIIIIII

"I'm not hit."

Simon sees Johnny get hurt from across the field and goes through a range of emotion before getting to him.

CW: Minor blood and angst

Things were getting heated across the clearing and Ghost had that familiar tension in his chest. When the tables began to turn, he always had the urge to go. He was a sniper, on overwatch, his job was there and he’d done it well, but this was a precarious moment. He was supposed to be focused on the fringes to eliminate escapees, but instead he was watching his Sergeant struggle to fight off multiple attackers hand to hand. Gaz was somewhere closer. Ghost called for him with no response, so he sat back on his heels. He contemplated a second longer. A second too long.

Long enough to see a bullet hit somewhere in the mix. His perfect eyesight could see blood splatter on Soap, on his face and chest. And Soap fell. Backward, off of the ledge he was standing on like a dead weight, and by the time he hit the ground Ghost was already moving.

Something had been happening between them, roots taking hold in both of them and bringing life to something he couldn’t quite name. Simon knew he wanted to bring it up, they didn’t talk much in those soft, quiet hours but he needed to. The words were going to choke him if he didn’t. He needed to tell Soap what he was doing to him. When they’d arrived at the site, he’d already felt like he was too late and it bred a painful urgency in him. He needed Soap to get through this battle so Simon could get the weight off of his chest. It was selfish and completely necessary.

That hope dissolved into straight panic as he crossed the dark, muddy clearing. Gaz had gone to Soap, Ghost saw him, and dragged him to safety. He trusted that Kyle wouldn’t have moved him if it was dangerous to do so, but now he could see others crouched around him and Soap hadn’t moved.

Soap had gotten himself knocked out which was the easiest way to die, but he’d been overwhelmed and it was that or a knife blade. Gaz had heard Ghost’s orders to aid Soap but he’d been unable to answer because both hands where on the handle of a handgun as he took down an enemy that was basically on top of Soap. The man’s blood splattered all over him but not before he’d slammed Soap into the wall behind him and pushed him off the ledge. That, Gaz was too far away to stop.

But he got to Soap before anyone else did and noting the length of the fall and the position he’d landed in, he made a split second decision to move him. Price was on them immediately, and a medic, and Soap came to fairly quickly, but they kept him still until they knew more of his injuries.

Which Ghost couldn’t see, because the building that held the ledge Soap had fallen from exploded, temporarily blocked his line of sight and as it rang through his ears, he momentarily lost his sense of reality. He could hear nothing over comms past the ringing in his ears and his mind told him that the last he’d seen of Soap, lying still on the ground, was the last of him. He was dead when he fell, they were trying to revive him. Ghost couldn’t help, he’d be in the way, but now he wouldn’t be able to say goodbye either.

With every step, he felt like he left a piece of himself on the ground, he couldn’t hold together, he couldn’t move fast enough. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way, all of the years of training, putting strength in long, steady legs, he should have been able to get there faster. He should have left his post when the feeling first showed itself, he should have been there. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way, and all of it was crashing down around him.

The greatest mistake he’d ever made wasn’t staying at his post too long, it was letting himself feel something for a fragile human being. Skin and bones and no less destructible than any of them and Ghost had trusted that body to protect a part of him that never should have seen the light of day.

He had so much to say, so much to ask and listen to and he’d lost his chance. Soap was gone. He must be, he hadn’t moved, he was dead before he fell, Kyle hadn’t questioned dragging him away because it was just a body.

In the time it took Simon to get around the rubble to where they still crouched around them, he’d whiplashed so hard from deciding that Soap was dead and hoping he might not be that he was aching and panicked and he showed none of it as he slowed to a purposeful walk and approached their circle. Price stood and said his name, but he didn’t hear it, not really, he just kept going until he was pushing past the others and kneeling next to his Sergeant.

Soap was being put through concussion protocol as they waited for exfil, keeping still until they knew it was safe to move him. He could hear feet approaching them. He knew them, he’d know them anywhere, across any battlefield or quiet room and he breathed a deep sigh of relief. He had gone down, made a fool of himself and he didn’t know where Ghost was. He’d been alone, he usually was, but in that moment Soap wanted him there more than anything.

He relaxed as Ghost came into his line of sight, keeping still and looking him over for injury. He didn’t find any but as his eyes made their way back to his face, he saw that Ghost was looking around him frantically and not at him at all.

Ghost was unsteady, he felt frantic but he was trapped inside a commanding officer’s body and he couldn’t understand why no one was doing anything, Soap was hurt and they were all just backing away from him and saying nothing. He found Price.

“Where’s exfil?”

“A few minutes out.” The Captain replied, too calm for Simon’s liking.

Soap reached for him, Simon was nearly on top of him, like he was protecting him from another attack. He gripped Ghost’s arm and Ghost pulled it from his grasp using it to order someone to get another med pack and get back down there and help him and when the arm came back down, Soap gripped it again.

“Ghost? Hey.”

Everyone started backing slowly away from him instead of coming closer to help like he was ordering, begging them to do. Soap was still warm, they could still help him and he didn’t understand why they weren’t acting. Was he wrong? He paused for a brief second.

Price spoke again. “Ghost…”

“He needs…he needs…” He looked down so he could see what Soap needed and all he could really see was the blood all over him.

“Come on, Ghost.” Soap felt it, below the surface like a volcano about to blow, Ghost’s panic was radiating through him and into the ground around them.

Soap knew how it must look, he’d fallen and Ghost was too far to hear Gaz say his name and make the shot and pull him to safety. All Ghost had seen was Soap covered in blood and hitting the ground.

Soap began to push up on his elbows. Simon was still looking around like he wasn’t sure what to do.

“I’m okay, LT.” Soap said. “Look at me, I’m alright.”

“Stay down, Johnny, we’ll get you out of here.” His voice was gentle as he said it.

Soap searched for his dark eyes, desperate to lock onto them for a second, to let him see he was alright. “Ghost, it’s alright, I’m not hit.”

“Stop talking.” He said, and Price had turned toward the sound of an approaching helicopter.

Soap pushed up into a sitting position. His head throbbed and he could feel blood drip from a wound on the side, his only wound really. “Simon.”

That got his attention. His name in Soap’s mouth was a powerful call to the part of him that he felt slipping away and he looked, light eyes he could barely see in the fading light finally caught his and it was like his hearing had just come back as he listened to Johnny repeat his name and repeat the statement. He wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t hit.

“You’re covered in blood.” Simon said, so low he was unsure if anyone else could hear him. It wasn’t embarrassing to him, to be so worried about someone like Johnny, but he was afraid his reaction would make him look weak.

“I promise Simon, it’s someone else’s.”

“No, I saw you go down.” His fear hit him in the back and pushed him over the ledge again. He was sure he’d lost him.

“Here.” Johnny’s voice was low, too. He’d messed up, this whole scene was his fault, but he was okay, whatever Simon thought he was facing was incorrect.

He unbuckled the side of his vest with one hand, the other still on Simon’s arm. He let go of him, making him suck in a breath as he undid the rest of his vest and slipped it off over his head. He’d have to remove it anyway if they were going to check him out in the heli. It exposed his t-shirt, soaked with sweat and splattered with blood that wasn’t his, but he had no mortal wounds.

“Look, Simon.” He pulled Simon’s hand off the ground and put it on his chest. “Look, I’m okay.”

Simon kept his hand on Johnny as he sat back on his heels and took a solid breath for the first time since leaving his post. Johnny was intact, bleeding from a wound on his head but his serious eyes were steadily looking him over. He could feel his heart, just as steady beneath his gloved hand and Johnny’s grip was tight on his shaking wrist. The others left them, walking toward the location where they would be picked up.

Soap kept his eyes on the deep wells of Simon’s, trying to understand what had pushed him off balance, why he had felt so off kilter as he walked up. He attempted to judge whether or not he’d be able to look at him again, knowing Simon’s fear held shame that he could barely process.

“Johnny.” Simon said on another long breath out. “Johnny, we have to talk.”

“Yeah?” He huffed a relieved laugh. “Alright. We’ll talk.”

Simon slowly stood, getting his bearings. He wasn’t the one who had taken all the blows, but he’d still seen his life flash before his eyes. He pulled Soap slowly to his feet and let him lean against him for a moment, savoring the warmth of him before walking him to his ride out.

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sergeants.

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The morning after✨

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tumblr told me to write something, but I have no words for this art. it's delicious

tactical bfs

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you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”

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Starry skies. 🎇✨🌟

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Who said slumber party? (It was me, I said it. I haven't had one since I was 10 and if these boys were at it I'd die)

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COD meme dump. I'm gonna do more, but these were the first I did, and they're messy but god do I think they're funny.

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Just some doodles. Might do a mermay with the boys.

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Hmph.

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Ghost may have neglected to check Soap’s pockets before taking him on his walkies. Soap’s got remote detonators for daaaays.

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My “little darlings” project. 🫶

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This was a gift for a friend for their AO3 fic “Emergency Contact.” There was another piece I did as well but I can’t post it on Tumblr 😂

Check out Emergency Contact! -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/44957734/chapters/113122489

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Tactical sun tanning. 👊💥

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Miaou.

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The clean ones because sometimes a lack of words hits harder 🫶

“Carry You.”

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