#being buried alive

[highcaliberstupidity]

Whumptober Day 1 Cracked Brain Pans

Rating Mature CW's/Tags Major Character Injuries, concussions, broken bones, being partially buried, open ending, Ghoap if you really really squint Characters John 'Soap' MacTavish, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Johnathan Price Summary

"-Op, I repeat, what is your condition?" What was his condition? Wrenching his arm free of the debris, he wraps weak fingers around his radio, clearing his throat with a rattling cough. "Alive, sir." He manages, letting his head fall back against the sheetrock.

Soap doesn't miss things, not usually anyway. 

Because missing things in his line of work is deadly . 

But, Soap is also human, unfortunately. 

Going on 72 hours of five-second naps doesn't help either. His reaction time is buggered and he knows it, but the others are just as bad off. 

Ghost on overwatch, running on caffeine pouches and disgusting mouthfuls of bitter MRE coffee grounds while the breaching squad relied on adrenaline and stims. 

It sucked, and they'd all crash hard when it was over. 

But all Soap could currently think about was getting out from underneath the door frame he was currently trapped under. He's not even sure how long he lays there, dazed and confused as pain splits his skull and he fights off waves of nausea and exhaustion.

It would be so easy, to give in to the crushing wave of black that keeps pushing on his eyelids, to just sleep , just for a moment. 

But he can distantly hear Price shouting his name, somehow both muffled and ear-splitting all at once. 

"-Op, I repeat, what is your condition?!" 

What was his condition?

Wrenching his arm free of the debris, he wraps weak fingers around his radio, clearing his throat with a rattling cough. 

"Alive, sir." He manages, letting his head fall back against the sheetrock. 

"Sitrep Sergeant." Ghosts haggard voice crackles in his ears, and Soap groans as he forces himself to lift his head again and take stock of himself. 

His left arm was pinned under himself, the shoulder on fire while his fingers remained stubbornly numb. Dislocated, could be worse. His spine was twisted at an odd, and not comfortable angle, but it didn’t feel broken. When he tried, his toes wiggled, which meant he still had legs and confirmed his spine was intact.  

All in all, alive, but more than a little fucked. 

"Yellow." Usually, tags were left by medics, but Soap and everyone else on the 141 understood them enough to understand the gravity of the situation. 

He was stable but in a bad way. 

"Left arms pinned, pretty sure my shoulders dislocated. Definitely got a broken rib or two, and I'm half-buried. Damn trip wires." He hisses, wincing as each breath puts pressure on everything . 

"Hold fast Soap, we're coming to you." It's Price again, and Soap scrambles to get his fingers on the radio again. 

"Negative, get that fuckin intel first, Sir." He barked, knowing he'd have hell to pay for that. "I'm solid here, no one's gonna come and look for me if you and Gaz are still on base. You said it yourself, we can't fuck this mission." 

Silence falls for a minute, and all Soap can hear is the creaking of rubble and his own pained breathing. 

"...Copy, but if the situation changes, you say something. Understood?" Price's voice is tight, and Soap can already see the expression on his face. 

"Rog, make it snappy, aye?" He quips, before dropping his hand and letting himself go limp for just a moment. 

He knows he needs to stay awake, knows he needs to start trying to free himself. 

But fuck, all he wants to do is fucking sleep . 

-

He doesn't even realize he's passed out until he hears shouting, feels the weight on his ribs finally lift . 

He takes in a sharp gasp of air, eyes fluttering open as he takes in the first full breath of air he's had in hours . And then the pain hits, broken ribs screaming from the pressure of his lungs as he curls into himself. 

"Soap, hold still son, hold still." Price's voice floats into his ears, and he can hear him and Gaz going back and forth over his head as agony runs like fire in his veins. 

He opens his eyes when he feels a tap on his cheek, Gaz's face swimming into view. 

"Come on, keep those pretty blues open MacTavish. How many fingers?" He sees his hand move, watches as it distorts, and watches it move three more times before his stomach clenches, and he has to shut his eyes again. 

"Can't. F-fuck, gonna be sick if I open my eyes again." He groans, feeling more debris being displaced around him as Price continues to dig him free. 

"Major concussion then, dislocated arm, definitely broken some ribs. Anything else feel broken?" 

He shakes his head, only to bite down on his own tongue as he nearly hurls again. "Na, t-think I'm okay. Just fuckin knackered." He grumbles, feels hands roaming over his body, poking, prodding, testing. 

"Sorry mate, no rest for you until we get you to med. Now hold fast, this is gonna hurt." And fuck, hurt it fucking does. Together Gaz and Price heft him up, firm hands guiding him up until he's propped with his good arm thrown over Price's shoulders. 

His Captain slings an arm around him, and he looks thunderous . Soap's definitely going to get the reaming of his life when medicals finally done with him. 

But Price doesn't say anything to him, instead gripping his radio as he hugs him close to his side. Gaz takes point and begins to lead them down the hall towards their rendezvous point. 

"Watcher, intel and Bravo 7-1 secured, he's alive but needs immediate medical attention. Ghost, move for the rendezvous, we're heading out." 

"Roger, on the move." Ghost responds, and he sounds relieved . Soap tries not to feel too warm about that.

"Bravo, exfil is five mics out. Advise you haul ass." The pilots voice crackles in their ears, and Soap can feel his eyelids drooping. 

He knows he has to stay awake, that sleeping with a concussion can kill him.

But as Price hauls him across the empty compound courtyard and towards the green smoke of exfil, he thinks a nap might not be so bad. 

He hears several voices yelling at him to stay awake, a growling staticky threat in his ear from Ghost, as his steps falter and his feet begin to drag. 

"Mmmm, just a mo, m' solid." He slurs, and Price's arm around his middle squeezes. 

"Almost to the helo son, keep your fucking eyes open, that is an order ." His Captain growls, and Soap tries, he really, really does. 

But as his boots scrape against metal and a second set of hands reaches out to maneuver him with gruff instructions, he can feel his grip on reality slipping from his hold like grains of sand. 

The last thing he hears is his name, from Ghost's mouth, as he's being laid out on the cold, vibrating metal floor of the exfil helo.

[yewsoup]

Got inspired by how @purple-to-my-tangerine/@heres-to-all-that-is-mine does backgrounds but also I was like "What if I did a cool cutaway" so here's how I killed a man (in an AU of course) :)

[decease-soul]

Any lower, and I'd be in a casket

Rotting away, food for the maggots

⚰️

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Bruce is Jason’s biological father.

He finds out about it during the autopsy after Ethiopia.

[shortnotsweet]

In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley

“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”

Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.

Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.

It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Hi @naffeclipse I'm very normal about your fic. Have some frantic midnight sketches as extra kudos along with some tag rambling :)

[natelia-aldelliz]

Guys imagine, Roach died, before the creation of 141, but Soap is able to see his ghost. He was originally following Ghost around, really annoyed that he was using his death as an excuse to not get close to anyone, but when he found out Soap could see him and talk to him he started following him around instead.

And they get really close, like two peas in a pod, except they have to be discreet about it because no one else can see or hear Roach, and they'd think Soap was crazy if they saw him talking to no one.

They use that for shenanigans too: Roach will go follow someone else and report back to Soap, Gaz is genuinely starting to believe Soap has superpowers or something. It's really useful on missions as well, and Soap managed to successfully rescue team members thanks to Roach being able to move through walls and everything.

(Roach is not the only ghost Soap is able to see btw, just the only one he's talking to.)

And then Roach is witnessing his past lover trying really hard to not fall in love with Soap, and Soap trying really hard to not do anything about the love he already feels, and he has to try and convince Soap that he is dead. During that conversation he finds out that something else that keeps Soap from doing something is that he feels very confused about everything because he also has feeling for Roach.

So now Roach has to try and convince him that even if he was still alive he wouldn't have a problem with that. He's known for a while that he was polyamorous, but he hadn't really dared talking to Ghost about that because he thinks he's jealous and possessive.

And Soap is like "oh yeah, you want me to go say to Ghost 'don't worry about your dead lover that I'm not supposed to know, he's actually polyamorous and also in love with me, I know because his ghost told me!' ??? I'm sure he's gonna take that well!"

But Roach is nothing if not resourceful and he manages to put Soap in situations where he's forced to interact with Ghost, and eventually they kiss and their relationship is beginning to be something. They're not really sure what.

And Roach is sad, because he has to watch the two men he loves being in love without him, yes, but at least they're both happy, and it makes him feel a bit better. And then during a mission Ghost almost dies.

Because he was alone and Soap and Gaz were together, Roach was following Ghost this time, ready to fly to Soap in an instant if there was any problems. But there was and he didn't have time, so he instinctively grabbed the gun being pointed towards Ghost's head and moved it as the person was shooting, saving Ghost's life, giving him enough time to shoot the enemy himself.

But even as the threat is eliminated, Ghost is still looking up from where he's on the ground, staring right through him, looking shocked. No, not right through him, he realises when he moves to the side and Ghost's eyes follow him. He also realises that he grabbed the gun. He's never grabbed anything before, in all his years of being a ghost.

Then suddenly Ghost's eyes move wildly around, and he figures he disappeared from his view. He can still go through the walls, but he's kept the ability to grab stuff when he wants. It gives him a ton of new possibilities, to fuck with people and, of course, to touch Soap.

"I wish you were actually alive," Soap whispers to him, holding his hands against his face as he's falling asleep.

"What the fuck," comes Ghost's voice the next morning, waking both of them up - wait, since when could Roach sleep?

Soap doesn't understand immediately, because he's always been able to see Roach. But Ghost is standing in the door, looking straight at dead past lover.

Turns out Soap is a necromancer and he had no idea, though the whole 'I can see dead people' should probably have told him sooner that he wasn't normal... The more he wishes Roach is alive, the more he actually is. And they all end up happy and together. And Gaz is very happy to have won the bet that Soap indeed has superpowers.

The day Roach says, in a wondering voice, "I... I think I'm hungry" is the day they understand that something is really happening and he's actually coming back to life.

(Also, Soap has no control at all on his abilities, he has no idea what does what and why, he knows nothing. No one knows.)

[essektheylyss]

To preface, I think that Beau and Caleb are fine, and somewhere in Exandria they're being super effective using their respective 10 strength scores to try to smash their restraints into a rock before giving up and trudging off to find a smith shop or an arcane store. HOWEVER.

I am thinking about what a HORRIFIC few moments they just had. Of course they're here chasing Ludinus to this end, because that's what they set out to do, but I don't think there was any imagining in their epilogues to what extent this would go. They signed up for riskier-than-average private investigation work and found a plot to unleash a second Calamity.

And then, when it came down to it, they failed.

They were about as trapped and restrained as they could be, fully at Ludinus's mercy. Behind the charm, did Beau think about how much Yasha was forced to do when her will wasn't her own? Silenced and without magic, did Caleb remember being at the complete mercy of another Cerberus Assembly archmage?

And amidst it all, when was the last time Beau saw Yasha and their kids, whom she's had for no more than five years? When did Caleb last visit Veth or speak to Essek? Does he even know where Essek is right now? Do any of the Nein know specifically where Beau and Caleb are?

They've failed, they're trapped, and they're restrained in ways that explicitly cut off any possible way they might tell their loved ones goodbye, let alone warn them about what they are near certain is about to happen.

And the nature of what looks inevitable in that moment means that even that warning would mean nothing in the end, because while Beau and Caleb are already trapped, there is no escape for anyone in Exandria if Ludinus gets his way.

[highcaliberstupidity]

Whumptober Day 2 Delirium & Reality

Rating Mature CW's/Tags Major Character Injuries, broken bones, being partially buried, happy ending Characters Farah Karim, Alex Keller, Nikolai Summary

She knows there's no way he survived. No one could have. She only hopes to find a piece of him, his singed dog tags, smoldering scarf, or even a weapon. Just something of his to remember.

Farah has always considered herself a fairly pragmatic person. 

Perhaps as a child, before the attack on her home, there was innocence and naivety, but these days? 

Killing for survival does that to you. 

So when she convinces Nikolai to take her to the rubble of Barakov's chemical weapons facility, she doesn't even entertain the idea of finding Alex alive. 

She knows there's no way he survived. 

No one could have. 

She only hopes to find a piece of him, his singed dog tags, smoldering scarf, or even a weapon. Just something of his to remember.

So when she finds him, unconscious and trapped, a gasmask haphazardly slapped over his face, all she can do for a moment is stare. 

It shouldn't be possible. 

Yet here he is. 

She thinks for a moment he still might be dead, breathing so shallowly it can't be heard or seen. But the moment she begins to shift the rubble, his eyes snap open, face contorting in agony as he cries wordlessly in pain . 

It's a fight after that because he's not in his right mind, confused and mindless with pain and all manner of infection from the lacerations and burns across his body. On more than one occasion, a Farah has to pin him in place as Nikolai, cursing and spitting in Russian, unburies him.

By the time they get him to the helo, he's exhausted himself, limp in their arms as they lay him out on the floor and Nik practically bolts into the cockpit. 

They can't go to a nearby hospital, and the only allied military base close to them is too far. 

So they take him to Urzikstan. 

Farah does what she can to stabilize him, and spends the rest of the flight simply holding his unconscious body, sobbing silently to herself as she cradles his head and begs him to survive. 

He wakes again, about an hour before they land, reaching up and curling one shakey, burnt hand against her cheek. He mumbles something about being dead and seeing angels, eyes hazed over with fever as he attempts to wipe away her tears with his thumb.  

She simply holds him tighter, presses a chaste kiss to his sweaty, bloodied forehead and urges him to sleep again, that it's for the best. 

They get him to one of the Liberation Force’s strongholds, and he promptly flatlines. 

From there, it is nothing but a struggle. 

Nikolai has to drag her out, because she needs to be with him . 

She doesn't see him for five days. 

It takes them five days to cut off his useless, managed left leg, cauterizing the stump and filling their building with the smell of burnt flesh for days. It takes 5 days for them to find every broken bone and properly set it, five days to stitch him up and pump him full of transfusions and antibiotics. 

And he isn't even awake yet. 

It's another two days before he wakes, confused and lost amongst the haze of fever and dying infections. 

But he still calls out for Farah, and in order to placate the sick man, they finally call her in to see him. He's weak and exhausted, his face wane and sweaty, but he smiles, mumbles something she can't hear as he reaches a trembling hand for hers. 

It's then that she knows this situation is real, that against all odds, Alex Keller had survived .

She reaches out and tangles her fingers in his as she settles into the chair and watches him brighten, her own face splitting in the first smile she's had in months. 

"Welcome back, Alex."

[synthshenanigans]

Soul sends letters/notes to Whole like Twilight does to Celestia

[chronurgy]

In my feels about how Gortash abso-fucking-lutely ruined Durge's life. Just fucking destroyed it. But that's also the only reason they have any sort of chance to make something different for themself. He's the only reason they even have a chance at a happy ending (even though it's a happy ending that he can't be in)

[bird-inacage]

Episode 11 | “Don’t you want me?”

BEWARE OF WHAT YOU WISH FOR. I got my love-making scene.

This is the one you’ve been waiting for folks. I actually couldn’t physically gif this for a good few hours because my brain literally stopped functioning every time I watched this for more than 3 seconds.

This is everything that I wanted. Tender, soulful, sweet, beautiful love-making between two people now in love. The reverence in which they gaze at each other. The fact that they are taking their time to discover one another all over again. This gave me literal goosebumps.

[starfall-isle]

I’m just a ten cent copy

Of people far more advanced than me

[unlikely-gravestones]

I wonder if Hob's ever been buried alive.

I don't know how his immortality works- do his wounds miraculously heal within minutes? Hours? Has he sometimes had to pretend to be injured, because no one heals from a stab wound to the gut over night?

Or does it take him just as long as any other person? Does he spend weeks bed-bound while recovering, slowly but surely knitting himself together? And if that's the case...has he been buried?

Has Hob woken up, weeks after being 'laid to rest', starving and in pain because fuck does his head and chest hurt and- why can't he move. Why is it so silent. Has Hob ever trailed his fingers, shaking from the effort, across wood grain 5 inches from his face? Has he, head pounding with pain and confusion, frantically mapped the limited space of his chamber because why are the walls so close to him why is he lying down why does-

Has Hob ever realised he was buried six feet underground.

Has he ever clawed at what he realises now is his coffin, hands scrabbling and nails catching? Pounded at the lid of it and screamed? Has Hob ever had to climb his way out of the ground

Anyway :)

[roosterbruiser]

and what if I said that I think the next chapter of VV will be posted this week….like what then…..what would you say…..