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xmasterofmunsonx · 1 year

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Got Your Number

Summary: You’re Steve Harrington’s older sister and after a rough and tumultuous breakup, you’re back in Hawkins, Indiana.

Pairing: harrington!reader x Eddie Munson

Author’s notes: Potential S4 SPOILERS! For all intents and purposes of this story it’s September of 1986- Eddie is 21, almost 22, reader is 23. Post season 4, and the upside down did happen but we’re pretending the ending was how we are all talking ourselves into how it actually ended, aka Eddie lives. I started this story about 6 months ago after S4 ended, got extremely sick for a few months, and have had major writer's block over this fic because I was so unhappy with the rushed feeling of it. I hated how I’d thrown random details in there because I hadn’t thought it out well enough. So we’re taking our time the second time around- so if the storyline seems familiar, it is, it’s because it’s me rewriting my own story! Enjoy my rewrite and I appreciate any and all feedback as always ❤️

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI!!), language, drinking, mentions of past abusive relationship, possibly triggering bad mother/daughter relationship (comments about weight, looks, etc.), eventual smut/sexual relationship.

Word count: 7k+

You groaned as you walked through the front door of your childhood home, the familiar smell bringing back memories of years past. Your slightly younger brother Steve had flown out to you to help you pack up and drive a moving truck to move back to Hawkins. You arrived back home to an empty house, which was nothing new to either of you. Your parents were due back from a business trip any moment now, and you actually weren’t too upset that they hadn’t arrived yet.

“You remember where your room is?” Steve joked as he plopped one of your suitcases down in the large foyer.

“Hasn’t been that long, Stevie.” You both rolled your eyes at each other and you grabbed the suitcase from him and traipsed upstairs.

Your room had looked the same since high school, the floral wallpaper only dulled over the last five years. You hadn’t been home much since you graduated in ‘82- you had moved away to the University of Chicago and graduated with your high school (not-so) sweetheart Charlie, who quickly became (even more of) a controlling, toxic boyfriend as soon as you were alone with him in the big city. He wasn’t always so controlling of what you did- he limited your trips home to Hawkins to strictly seeing his family only, or just skipping coming home for the holidays completely because he convinced you that your school load was too much for you. Things had gotten worse over the last year as he became increasingly more abusive and violent, and you had to get the cops involved and took out a restraining order against him.

You browsed around your room, not having many moments to yourself to look around the times you had been home and smiled at some of the high school memories that still hung on the walls in frames and in photos.

“I went ahead and trashed the ones of him so you didn’t have to see him anymore.” You turned around to meet the eyes of your brother who shared the same kind eyes as you- he hadn’t always been the same either. You both were kind of jerks throughout high school but you’d heard everything Steve had gone through when he confessed it all to you back in the spring. Scars littered his face, and you felt bad you hadn’t been home for him, but you had to be careful about leaving Charlie.

“Thanks. You can just leave everything else in the moving van, I’ll get the rest of my stuff out tomorrow and we can return the van.” You smiled at him and he dropped the bags you’d packed with your essentials and favorite clothes. You had too much stuff to fly back with, and it was only a three hour drive across the states to come back home. It gave the two of you plenty of time to talk in person, and you were shocked at how well the little town had been put back together after the “earthquake.”

Steve left you alone and you were quick to unpack, wanting to make sure your room felt like yours again as quickly as it could. You had some artwork from your apartment in Chicago you were itching to hang on the walls, but you were going to wait for that until another day.

“There you are!” Your moms screeching voice echoed through your room and you greeted her with a hug- one of the first ones in a year, and quickly gave your dad one too. Neither of them were happy about you and Charlie’s split, especially since you were due to be married in December, but once you spared the details of the relationship they were understanding and welcomed you back home to get back on your feet. Your mom used to be close with Charlie’s mom, and apparently still was, so you two had bickered a few times before moving back saying she needed to understand the severity of the situation and that you were to not have any contact with his family if you could help it.

Being a Harrington had a lot tied to it. You were one of the better known families in the town- your dad was a businessman who dealt in everyone’s business in the town, so in turn everyone knew your business too. You were the pride and joy since Steve had not made good enough grades to attend a better university, but now you knew it was because he was too busy fighting in an underworld dimension similar to that of your Dungeons and Dragons days.

That’s right- you used to be a nerd. Before you were graciously accepted onto the cheerleading squad your freshman year of high school, and welcomed into Hawkins High royalty, you’d been best friends with Eddie Munson, he was a grade behind you but the two of you were inseparable since you were young. The “freak” of the town as he was known now- but you hadn’t seen him since you left, and even before that you two hadn’t spoken much unless it was your old friends, saying mean things and pretending that you didn’t care about him. Your family name pressured you into becoming what you had- a scholar, a cheerleader, and one of the queens of the school. But all of that was behind you now. You barely scraped by your last year of college because of your horrible relationship, and you were back at home living at your semi-absent parents house. You knew they were disappointed in you, but they hadn’t exactly expressed that just yet.

“Dinner should be ready by 6, I’ve just got to throw a few things together.” Your mom told you, you knew she wanted you to come down and help her but after being in a car for three hours, that was the last thing you wanted to do. She excused herself with your dad and left you alone in your room again. You hung up a few dresses in your closet and came across your old cheerleading uniform that was still hanging in the back corner, untouched and still perfectly ironed. You scoffed as you pushed it further back, hating the memories tied to the article of clothing.

“Hey, we’re all going to watch movies tonight at Eddie’s house if you wanna come. Robin’s picking out a few from the store and I said we’d grab some beer on the way.” Hearing his name stopped you in your tracks. Steve had told you Eddie had been in on the Upside Down shenanigans in the spring- told you of how he had almost died, but the thought hadn’t crossed your mind that the two actually still hung out together even though Steve had mentioned it before. You felt sure Eddie wouldn’t want you there, not after how mean your friends had been to him in your four years of high school, so the suggestion made you feel odd about going over there.

“I uh- I hadn’t planned on seeing him, really. Does he know I’m back?” You pushed the empty suitcase underneath your bed and twisted a piece of brown hair around your finger nervously.

“Yeah, he knows. He seems… open to you coming over to hang out. And you need to meet and see everyone because they’re going to be your best friends too.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Pfft, who else do you have to hang out with?” You scoffed at his remark even though it was true. You had no desire to talk or see anyone from your past. Whether it was out of shame or anger, you were not really planning on rekindling any old high school friendships. Once you had some clarity of how much you had changed yourself to fit the Hawkins mold they wanted you to fit, you felt angry that you’d let your parents control that much of who you were despite how little they were actually involved in your life. “Right, so we’ll leave after dinner.” He patted your door frame twice before he trudged back to his room.

Dinner was awkward as expected, your parents were the worst at small talk and even worse at being comforting. You avoided talking about Charlie all together, thankfully, and your parents weren’t rushing you to search for a job anytime soon to give you a little bit of a break after school.

“So you’re going to the Munson’s house?” Your mom asked you with her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, Robin picked out a few movies to watch like we do every Thursday.” Every Thursday? You eyed your brother and he averted his gaze to the candles in the middle of the table.

“So you see hi-them every week?”

“Week? More like every day. Those kids can’t get enough of Steve. He’s always chauffeuring them around town.” You’d heard about him and the “kids,” but you were still a little shocked to know that your brother was that good of friends with your old best friend who you were pretty sure hated you- he’d left that out.

“Always the babysitter.” Steve muttered to himself as he cleared his plate.

“Are you done yet, sweetie?” Your moms sticky voice chimed in as you looked at your food that you hadn’t yet finished, “you can come to some aerobic classes with me if you want so you can work off that college weight.”

“Yeah, I’m done.” You pushed your plate forward and got up, eating a few bites as you walked the plate to the sink. “Jesus Christ, now I remember why I hated coming home.”

“Yeah, they haven’t changed much. Don’t let it get to you. You look fine.” You knew you did, but your moms comments had always been so negative about your appearance and your weight. Steve definitely got the better metabolism of you two, and your mom tried to control your eating habits all throughout high school the best she could. Charlie was no help either, so when the two of you broke up you had sought therapy and had been working on your own eating habits since you were on your own for a few months after the breakup. It was freeing, so it was going to be hard to be under the watchful eyes of your mom again- when she was home. “C’mon, let’s grab some beer.” Steve grabbed the keys to his BMW and you followed him out, saying a quick goodbye to your parents.

“Fuck them.” You sighed as you buckled your seatbelt.

Steve agreed as he drove to the corner store and grabbed a pack of beer, driving to Eddie’s house.

“So, Eddie and Wayne’s trailer got destroyed in the uh, thing.” Steve haphazardly waved his hand in the air, “and Hawkins basically paid Eddie and Wayne to keep their mouth shut by giving them a new home.” He commented as he drove in a different direction than what you remember his old trailer being. Eddie hadn’t always lived with his uncle Wayne- his mom had died, and his dad was a felon and lost custody of him at a young age. You’d known him before he moved in with Wayne and stuck by him through all of the years he had trouble adjusting, and had grown close with Wayne since you were at their house so much.

You pulled up to a small brick house that looked much homier than the trailer they used to rent, and you could see amber lights glowing from the inside. You took a deep breath before you stepped out of the car and followed Steve to the front door, walking around a few other cars that were parked in the yard.

“He’s not mean and scary- you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re the mean and scary one to him, remember?” Like you needed reminding- your plan for the night was to blend in and remain quiet, and go as unnoticed as possible.

“HARRINGTON!” The boy’s voice was unmistakable. It was deeper than you remember, but still somehow the same. He greeted your brother with a huge hug and you were unsure of what to do, so you quietly passed by the two guys and stepped foot into the kitchen hoping someone else was in there. Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin were all standing in the kitchen with beers already, and they greeted you similarly with big hugs and smiles. You’d known them through your brother and the few times you had been “allowed” back home.

“How was the drive?” Robin asked you as she took the beer from you and put it in the fridge, but not before you grabbed one for yourself and Steve.

“Not nearly as bad as dinner with my parents.”

“Ugh, I can’t imagine being stuck in a car with Steve for three hours. Working with him for that long is bad enough.” Robin remarked and you all laughed.

“Shut it, Buckley. We work 8 hour shifts together all the time.” Steve brushed through the kitchen to grab a drink for himself and you handed him his as Eddie peered around his shoulder.

“Hey there.” Eddie wiggled his fingers at you in a wave, and you hesitated before you walked over to him to give him a small hug.

“Hey.” Was all you said as he froze before he returned the hug, matching the lightness of the embrace you gave him. You noted that he still smelled the same, except you could smell weed and cigarettes on him now that he was older, and it seemed like he’d tried to cover the smell up a little with some cologne.

“So, I got a few different movie genres for us tonight, come on!” Robin broke the awkwardness and you jumped back from Eddie, avoiding his gaze and followed Robin into the living room where the rest of the kids were already lounging waiting for your arrival. You were introduced to everyone, a few you recognized and a few you didn’t. There was a large age gap, but you knew all their names from Steve’s storytelling, and a few from their faces when you’d been back home briefly.

You felt the tension in the air as you watched the people file into what you assumed were their normal seats until all that was left was a two seater leather chair. Eddie held out his hand for you to sit, “it’s usually mine, but you can take it tonight.” You sat down in it and took a few sips of your beer and motioned for him to sit down.

“I don’t bite, you can sit too.” You continued sipping your beer as the kids sorted through movies and finally decided on a horror film, and Eddie made himself comfortable beside you. You noticed he had tattoos and scars peering out from the sleeves of his Iron Maiden t-shirt as his arms rested comfortably at his sides beside you.

“Long time no see, Harrington.” He said as he shot you a charming smirk, and you were met with the same chocolate brown eyes as you remember from your childhood.

“Can say the same, Munson.” You brought the cold bottle up to your lips and finished off your first beer with a smirk. He grabbed the empty bottle from you and took it to the kitchen, and returned quickly with another one for you- already opened.

“Before the movie starts I’m going to step outside to partake in some real fun. You’re more than welcome to join, or you can stay inside- the choice is yours.” He invited you in his dramatic voice, and you chuckled to yourself as you followed him outside.

“Thought I smelled weed on you.” You muttered as you stepped out onto the back porch.

“Oh, you smoke now?” He smirked as he lit a joint and took a big hit before passing it to you.

You inhaled the weed into your lungs and held it there before you could even think of something to say to him. Do you apologize? Shoot the shit with him? You literally hadn’t spoken a kind word to him since freshman year, so this felt painfully uncomfortable for you to be out here. You were quickly regretting your decision to follow him.

“Yeaaaah.” You took another hit and held it in before passing it back to him. You watched as he propped himself against the porch railing and looked at you with his eyelids hooded, “Eddie, I don’t even know where to start.”

He held his hands out beside him, “I got all night to listen.”

“You’d want to?” You were shocked.

“I mean, I do believe- if I remember correctly, you owe me a bunch of apologies.” He seemed like he was unphased by your presence. You felt more intimidated by him than anything.

“Ha, yeah.” You sat down in one of the porch chairs, “Just so you know, first off, I’m really sorry for how much of a bitch I was to you.”

“Go on.” He motioned to you as he sipped his beer with a proud smirk on his face.

“And I totally understand if you hate me.”

“Well, I don’t, so…” He said through a chuckle.

“I don’t know what got into me in high school. I let myself be bullied into being a bully and I hate that you were one of the targets. You didn’t deserve that. I realized I was being who everyone else wanted me to be and not who I really was, and lost the people that actually cared about me the most. All of those friends were so fucking fake to me- and would you believe Charlie came home on a ‘work trip’ and cheated on me with Grace of all people?”

“I sure would. What a cunt.”

You let out a groan, “I can’t believe I wasted so many years with that jerk.”

“So, what’s your plan now that you’re back?”

You shrugged as you sipped on your drink, and held a hand up to the joint being passed back to you. “I guess just see what I can find to do here with a degree.”

“You always were such a smarty pants. I finally graduated, you know?”

“Yeah, Steve told me.” You leaned back in the chair and looked up at the night sky. “He actually told me everything. Like, about-“

“Oh shit, I didn’t know that.” Eddie moved to the seat beside you, a tiny table separating you two.

“I wanted to come back, and see you and make sure you were okay but Charlie wouldn’t let me. That was kind of the end of it all. I had to push through graduation, get a new place, and get enough evidence on him to get a restraining order against him before I could get all my stuff and go. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to get one when you’re with someone like him.” You let out another scoff, “sorry- you didn’t need to hear that.”

“You can still talk to me.” He kindly smiled at you and you returned one to him.

“I was really nervous about coming here tonight. Thanks for not being a jerk, like I was.”

“I mean, you definitely hurt my feelings some but I knew that wasn’t really you. Been called a lot worse than freak.”

“I can’t believe the whole town thought you were a murderer? I mean- you?”

“You’re telling me. I still don’t know how Hopper convinced everyone it was Jason and got me cleared.”

“I just feel so bad I wasn’t here for everything going on, I always knew this place was cursed. How… bad off were you?”

Without saying a word, Eddie lifted his shirt up and showed you. You could see the scars in the dim light of the moon and the porch light, and you can only imagine the pain he’d been in recovering.

“Bats did that?”

“No, fucking demobats. They were huge. Had these long crazy tails, and I thought I could fight them off to save your brother and the others some time.” Eddie’s voice was not his usual expressive tone, he was more somber and serious.

“You did though.” You pulled your feet up into your seat and looked over at Eddie adjusting his tshirt back into place.

“Yeah, and barely made it out alive. I blacked out and woke up in Hopper’s cabin in the woods. Couldn’t get real help in the hospital because I was wanted for murder still, somehow avoided infection and am left with these killer scars.”

“Pretty badass looking if you ask me.” You said, feeling the beer and weed loosening you up a little bit.

“Eh, I had to take a break from playing for a little. But we’re back at the Hideout now - we got moved to Saturday nights since we draw such a crowd now. It used to be Tuesday.”

“Yeah, I remember.” You said quickly.

“Do you?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Just because I was a jerk to you didn’t mean I didn’t know anything about you Eddie. You were my best friend. I kept some tabs on you even though I was in a different crowd. I snuck into a few shows my senior year and hung out in the back.” You blushed at the admittance. “What year was that for you? How did they even let you guys play so young?”

“We were just that good, sweetheart.” He let the nickname roll off his young so easily it caught you by surprise. Wayne used to call you that and you readjusted in your seat at Eddie using the endearing name for you.

“So you’ll be playing this Saturday?”

“Mhm. Got Hellfire Club tomorrow night at the record store.”

“What?! You still play?!”

“Still play? I’m the dungeon master. We have club every week at the record store on Friday nights. I kinda run the store now. Like, uh, that’s my job. I manage it and teach guitar lessons. Just started lessons about two months ago and my afternoons are booked solid.” He was beaming with pride and excitement when he met your eyes.

“That’s amazing. Can I come by? It’s been a while so I might just watch, but I won’t get in the way.”

“Absolutely.” He squeezed his eyebrows together. “You’re welcome Saturday night too.”

“Ah, I may be booked. Have a lot of friends to reconnect with, you know?” You both laughed at your sarcasm and let the silence become comfortable as you both looked around at the quiet piece of land Eddie’s house was on. “Thanks again for not being a jerk. I really do deserve it.”

“No, you don’t. I appreciate the apologies and I missed having you around. Steve’s not my favorite Harrington, believe it or not.”

“I still am?”

“No, your mom is.” He said with a serious expression before he busted out laughing at the shocked look on your face. “Just kidding. I’m willing to put the past aside if it means I can have my friend back. I know a lot of things are different now, but I don’t think you need to be alone right now, you could use a friend, yeah?”

“More than you know. Thank you, Eddie.” You reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Wanna join them or just stay out here all night?”

“Honestly I wouldn’t mind staying out here if that’s alright with you.” You spoke quietly as you crossed your arms, the September chill was setting in but you were not going to ask for a blanket, and you were too comfortable to get up.

“I’ll grab us another drink and blanket and we can just stay out here? Don’t go anywhere.” He held his hands out for you to stay put and you laughed at his silliness, his welcoming personality hadn’t changed much and it was just what you needed tonight.

He returned moments later, “your blanket, my kind lady.” He draped the warm fleece over your lap and you thanked him as he opened the beer bottle for you.

You and Eddie spent two hours together talking and laughing, sharing stories and filling in puzzle pieces where your lives had gone different paths. As the night came to an end you realized you weren’t so mad about having to come back home, and you were glad your path had crossed Eddie’s once again.

“So, seems like you two got along pretty well last night.” Steve said as he drove you back home from dropping off the van you had rented.

“Yeah, I guess. He said he’s going to pick me up before Hellfire tonight so we can go get dinner before the game.”

“I’ve got a date tonight, so you think he can bring you back home too? I might be gone all night, who knows.”

You shrugged at your brother, “Probably so. I don’t see why that would be a problem.” You two walked into your house together, the echo of the door shutting could be heard throughout the house. Your parents had already left to go out of town on another business trip, too busy to stay back and spend any time with you - but you honestly weren’t even bothered. It was a relief to know you wouldn’t have to hear their remarks about anything.

The hours passed quickly leading up to the time when Eddie said he’d pick you up, and you heard the front door squeak open and closed again. Heavy footsteps were heard going up the stairs and you tried to pretend like you were still getting ready when Eddie knocked on your doorframe.

“Safe to come in?” He asked, pushing the door open to look inside.

“Wouldn’t matter, you’re already opening the door. Just finishing up getting ready, then I’ll be ready to go. Steve’s in his room if you wanna go talk to him.” You pointed to his room and Eddie stepped inside of your room instead.

“Nah, I’m here to see you.” He walked around your room with his hands on his hips, looking at all of your old posters and pictures that remained on the walls. All of the ones with him in them had been replaced by ones with your high school friends- the fake ones.

“I’m going to get around to taking those down. I don’t need any reminders of the past, Steve already took down the ones with Charlie.” He nodded quietly as he inspected each of them like he’d never seen them before- which, come to think of it, he probably hadn’t.

“You really changed, huh?” He said as he admired your senior prom picture with the group of varsity cheerleaders. You had worn a hot pink dress and your hair was teased to the high heavens. “You look uh, more like yourself tonight.” He motioned to your outfit- some light wash jeans and a fitted black tshirt. You had found an old black denim jacket of Steve’s so you had decided it was now yours since he decided to store it in your closet.

“Feel more like myself now too. You ready to go?” You touched up your light layer of lip gloss as you stood up from your vanity, and little to your knowledge but Eddie had to recollect his thoughts before he could answer.

“Born ready. Let’s go eat. Diner or pizza?”

“Like that’s even a question. Diner.” You said with a smile as you followed the tall boy with crazy, curly hair out of your room.

After you two finished your greasy burgers and fries, you walked to the old record shop. It had survived the town splitting in half, but barely, and it had been repainted black instead of the old ugly brick it used to be. Eddie unlocked the front door, turned the lights on and held his hands out to welcome you to the store.

“Welcome, welcome. If I may be of any assistance to any record purchases, I’m available for help. If not, I’m going to be in the back setting up for tonight. If any of the kids walk in, just send them back here.” You nodded as you found yourself picking through the labels of the records. They’d been nearly categorized by genre, then alphabetical order. You browsed while you heard Eddie rummaging around in the back room, and decided to go watch him.

He didn’t notice you had walked in the room, and you were all but mesmerized by the way he was neatly unpacking and setting up the game table for tonight in the spacious back room. He was talking to himself and checking things off his checklist in his mind, and you thought it was endearing how much thought he was putting into the set up. It had become a lot more complex from when the two of you had first started playing as kids.

“Like what you see?” His voice caught you off guard and you shook yourself out of your trance and walked further into the room. “Wanna join in?”

You shook your head as you felt your ponytail bounce, “no, I’m fine just watching tonight. Maybe another time.”

“Beer’s in the fridge, grab me one too.” He asked and smiled at you as you fetched the beverages for yourselves. He was moving chairs all around, and added one to beside the one at the head of the table, “you can be assistant to the DM tonight- how’s that sound?”

“Perfect.” You sipped on the cold beer and smiled as he handed you the plan for tonight’s game, and you read over the pages containing gameplay details that you hadn’t thought about in years. You looked up from the papers to find Eddie staring at you, and it was his turn to blush- except he held eye contact with you and didn’t look away, which made you blush harder than him.

You didn’t know why Eddie was being so kind to you. He had let you back into his circle again, no questions asked and no hard feelings that you knew of.

“What?” You asked, the room was quiet and he was still staring at you.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He shook his curly head of hair and proceeded to go to the front of the store to wait on everyone’s arrival.

One by one the kids all arrived and you were happy to see Jeff and Gareth too- they were hesitant to greet you, but one look at Eddie and they knew you weren’t there for the wrong reason.

You took your seat beside Eddie at the head of the table and listened as he told them about the new campaign they were starting tonight. You were captivated by his deep voice and his animated actions as he told the details of the storyline. He plopped back in his seat as he watched everyone around the table decide on their first move. He had one of those full face smiles on- the type that reached the crinkles in his eyes, and you realized he’d always had those, but they were much deeper now than you remembered.

“This one’s gonna be good.” He turned to you and you nodded, “you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just glad to be back. Feels a little weird.”

His hand patted your thigh with what felt like searing heat, and he rested it there for a few seconds, “Relax. I already told you that it’s all okay. We’re starting fresh, but not really, like we talked about last night, m’kay?” You nodded, and he lightly squeezed your thigh before releasing it and turning back to the table.

The game went on for hours, you were so entertained by the enthusiasm of the kids and Eddie, it was really a heartwarming night for you after the previous night had started off a little awkward and rocky. It honestly felt like so many years had passed.

“You seemed like you were having fun.” Eddie said as he started up his van.

“It was fun to watch again, I seriously don’t think I've played since… well, since I made the cheerleading squad for freshman year.”

“That’s a damn shame. You were always the best.”

“No way! I was only decent. I sucked at cheerleading. I only made it because my parents funded the school’s athletic programs, paving the way for me and Steve to be successful.” You joked, picking at the rips in your jeans. “Thanks for picking me up and taking me home tonight, I really appreciate it. I had fun, the record store looks amazing too.”

You watched Eddie’s face blush pink, “Not a problem. It’s uh, it’s been nice seeing you again.”

“Yeah, it has.” You looked out the window and watched as your surroundings became more familiar the closer you got to your house. The rest of the ride was silent except for Eddie’s radio playing Metallica in the background, and his thumbs drumming along to the beat of every song. When you pulled up, your driveway was empty. You had assumed Steve’s date had gone well. “You wanna come inside and hang for a bit? Steve’s on a date, my parents are on another work trip, and I’m not feeling like being alone in the big house. If you need to get home, I understand it’s late but-”

“I’ll come in. I’ve got nowhere else to be. Wayne’s working tonight.” Eddie turned the ignition off as he parked on the street in front of your house, and you waited for him to round the front before you walked in together.

“Help yourself to a beer if you want another one, dad’s got plenty in the fridge. I’m going to head upstairs and change into pajamas and I’ll be back down.” He gave you a thumbs up and you heard the fridge door rattle as you made it up to your bedroom. You changed into an old pair of shorts and oversized shirt, headed downstairs, and found Eddie had settled onto the large leather couch in the living room with the tv on. The clock read 1:30, but you weren’t feeling too tired.

“Think Steve will make it back tonight?” He asked without looking up from the screen.

“No idea. It’s still early, I don’t know what he can find to do in Hawkins this late but more power to him if he’s out there.” You said as you sat down on the opposite end of the couch, pulling a blanket over your lap. He’d settled on some movie and you were paying attention to it, when he nudged you with his beer bottle and you took it without question and had a few sips, then handed it back to him.

“What’s going on in that head?” He turned to face you and you sighed.

“Not much, honestly. I feel defeated to be back here. There isn’t much here, no offense, and I didn’t see myself ending up here again. But here I am.” You sighed again, a little anger appearing in your chest, “I’m just so mad at Charlie, you know?”

“Are you mad at Charlie, or mad at yourself?”

You shot your eyes at Eddie and gave him a look. “I-I’m mad at…him. He was a piece of shit, Eddie. Everyone warned me. Well, not everyone. But Steve did. You didn’t like him. None of the people with a single brain cell or more liked the guy. I can’t believe we were engaged.” You shivered as if you were grossed out at the thought.

“Engaged?! I didn’t know it was that serious.” He took a swig from the beer.

“I mean, I moved to Chicago for him. School was just… the excuse. I was pretty serious about him, we were supposed to get married in December but I called it off in the spring. ‘Good’ family, reputation, all that shit my mom cares about.”

“But nothing that you care about.” Eddie finished your thought.

“Bingo.” You said as you scooted closer, grabbing the beer from him. “I don’t even know what I care about anymore now that I’m out of the relationship and that shitty situation.”

“A shituation is what I like to call that.” You busted out laughing at Eddie’s joke and it felt good to let go and laugh like that. You hadn’t in a while. Well, you had last night but that was several beers in so you would’ve laughed at almost anything.

“You asked me what my plans were, what are yours?” You turned the subject around on Eddie.

He shrugged, “I hope the band takes off soon. It’s taken me a while to recover from… everything. I still haven’t really come to terms with all of it, so it’s hard to think too far into the future.”

“That’s fair.” You stole the beer and took a sip, then handed it back to him. “What about you and the ladies?”

He scoffed and threw his head back “I mean, it took me three years to finish high school, I play D&D in the breakroom of the music store weekly with kids that still go to high school, I play in a metal band, and my body is covered in scars. Doing really great for myself in that department, Harrington.”

You felt bad for asking as he finished off the beer and got up to grab another, but you genuinely had no idea. After you moved, you hadn’t heard much about Eddie so you really didn’t know. He reappeared with two more and offered one to you with raised eyebrows, and you took it. When he sat down, he was a few inches closer to you and you could feel the warmth of his legs against yours.

“Sorry, I-”

“You didn’t know. It’s okay.” He seemed to have calmed down quickly, but you still felt bad. “There’s been a few, but nothing serious. Not really much to offer here.” You wanted to say there was because you knew Eddie better than most did, but you kept your mouth shut and moved on.

“I can’t believe that there was just this whole other world below Hawkins this whole time… and none of us knew it.” You stared at the coffee table in front of you. “I wish I-”

“No, no, no. Don’t you say you wish you could’ve been here.” Eddie was getting riled up as he readjusted on the couch, “I wouldn't have wished what I saw on anyone. Especially you.”

“No, I mean, I just hate that I left here without any care. I just wish Steve would’ve told me that it was going on.”

“Probably scared you would’ve tried to come back. Harrington's love to try to be the hero, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah. So I’ve been told.” You let out a scoff as you rolled your eyes.

“Jesus, you two are so much alike.” Eddie commented and you hadn’t realized he was staring at you. “Such an attitude on both of you.”

“Oh, yeah?” You challenged him.

“Yeah.” Eddie tucked a leg under him and turned to face you, scooting even closer. “Big ole heads full of pretty hair, ego, and a whole lot of attitude that comes along with it.” He reached out to push a few pieces of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of your ponytail throughout the day, and drug his thumb across the edge of your jawline.

“But my hair is prettier, right?” You asked quietly, feeling the nerve to see what you could get away with.

“Oh, absolutely. Everything about you is prettier.” His hand lingered on your jaw and he quickly drew it back at the sound of a car door slamming shut outside. He kept his eye contact with you, as if he were timing exactly how long it would take for Steve to walk through the front door and he was spot on as he jumped back and sunk into the couch as if you two had been sitting feet apart the whole night.

“How was your night, Stevie?” He asked with a smirk as Steve shut the door.

“What are you doing here so late, Munson?” Steve asked, annoyed at the presence of his friend.

“Just keeping me company since this house is so empty. Stole a few of dad’s beers, I don’t think he’ll mind.”

He looked between the two of you before he scoffed and rolled his eyes, “I’m going to bed. ‘Night.”

“There’s that Harrington attitude we all love!” Eddie yelled up the stairs and Steve held up his middle finger in response. “I think I’ll head out now.” He announced as he stood up and stretched, his shirt rising a bit above his plaid boxers you’d already spotted a few times tonight during the game.

“See you tomorrow night?” You asked as you walked him to the door.

“Yeah? I’ll pick you up again if you want. I don’t think you want to go there by yourself. Usually Buckley and your brother show up at some point but who knows with the stick he’s got up his ass tonight if he’ll come tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. What time? I’m free…” you looked at your watch, “all day.”

“Well, some of us are contributing members to society now and have jobs so, I’ll come pick you up when I’m off at 2?” You blushed, realizing how eager you were seeming to see him. “Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“Yeah, uh, two sounds great.” You stuttered out.

“Perfect. We have practice at Gareth’s before, I can have them move it to 3 so I can have time to get you.” Eddie seemed unphased by your nervousness, or at least he was playing it cool and not pointing it out.

“See you then, Munson.” You waved him off and watched him walk to his van.

“Later, Harrington.” He yelled out without looking back at you, just giving a wave to the air.

You shut the large wood door and collapsed your back against it, closing your eyes and sighing. “Fuck.” You were screwed. Since when did you feel like this about Eddie? How did you feel about him? Why did he make you blush, and so nervous?

“No game, big sis. No game at all.” Steve spoke from the top of the stairs.

“Oh my God, Steve. Go away!”

“You’ve got a crush. A big one. Don’t you?”

“Steve!” You yelled his name after you locked the front door and turned the lights off, Eddie’s grumbling van could no longer be heard outside. “I do not.”

“Do too. And he does too.” He pointed at the closed door, “He always has. You’re just blind.”

“What?” You felt like the air was gone from your lungs.

“Uh, yeah?” He raised his eyebrows as you walked up the stairs to your bedroom and where Steve was perched. “I read your old diaries while you were gone. There’s way too much in those about Eddie for you to not have a crush on him. And he, get a couple more beers in him and my God, the boy will not shut up about you. He was non-stop talking and asking questions about when you were gonna be back and what you would be doing and-”

“Okay, chatty Cathy. I get it. But I don’t have a crush on him.” You pushed past him and made it to your bedroom, “How was your date?”

“Not answering that until you confess your crush on Munson. Night, sis.” Steve shut his bedroom door before you could say anything and you followed suit, your hands immediately reaching to feel the blush in your cheeks.

Maybe you did. But that was fast, or was it?

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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(Warning for rape mentions, this one’s a little heavy)

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(So I can find it later)

AITA for hardblocking my former friend and did I overreact over a roleplay blog?

Basically, I found a roleplay on Tumblr while I was scrolling through some NSFW tags. The post I first saw that drew me to it was tame sexual fantasies in comparison to what I found on the rest of the blog.

Basically it was a rape-fetish blog, which on its own is none of my business but I was reading a few of their posts and something stuck out about them.

They kept talking about one specific person they want to rape, and at first I didn’t think much of it, but the details got creepier as I read. It weirdly seemed like they were describing me, or at least that the descriptions were very similar to me.

The girl they fantasized about had the same hair colour and length as me (as far as I could tell), was about my height (they were described as short and I am short), even things down to a shirt I happen to own, and a recent post described her smelling like a specific new perfume, a scent that I just so happen to have bought and tried a few days before the date on that post.

I tried to shake it off as nothing but the name was all too much. They censored the name a a letter then a bunch of asterisks (for example S*****) and the letter they used and the number of asterisks lined up way too perfectly for my own actual name.

Then I found an old post on the account that was a rant about how the user had themselves been sexually assaulted and then described the attack in fair detail.

That stuck out because somebody I thought was a friend had gone through an assault like that, very similar (as far as I knew) to how it was described.

I blocked and reported the account, then I blocked them on everything, from Tumblr to Facebook. They’ve been trying to contact me since but I’ve ignored every attempt.

Maybe I overreacted and am seeing patterns that really aren’t there? As far as I know that blog has been deleted off Tumblr, or at least I hope it has. I know that people can be into different things, and that being raped can make you want to take that control back, but now I’m paranoid that what if this actually happens, they act out these fantasies? I want to believe they wouldn’t, they’re not like that, but I can’t. I can’t contact the police because they haven’t actually done anything, and in my area you need reasons for restraining orders and all that stuff. Rape victims aren’t taken seriously where I’m from.

Should I have heard them out? AITA for overreacting?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #rape cw

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slutforsilverfoxes · 1 year

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Eight Seconds

[Not quite an author’s note, but more so a confession: I went line dancing the other night… I wish it went like this 😮‍💨 This do be self-indulgent PWP below the cut :) ]

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“I feel like an absolute schmuck. I look like an absolute schmuck. Cowboy hats aren’t meant to be worn this far west, it’s just not a good look,” Danny laments aloud, then catches his girlfriend’s eyes narrowed at his comment and quickly amends, “Except you, my dear, look absolutely adorable in yours.”

“That’s because you’ve got Jersey written all over your ugly mug,” his best friend ever so kindly informs him before taking a pull from his second beer of the night. “Gimme that.”

Steve takes the felt hat off of the blonde’s head and dons it himself instead, adjusting the brim low enough to hide the way his gaze is fixed on one young woman twirling around the dancefloor.

You throw your head back with a laugh as your current partner in the circle dance spins you to the next, and you take your new partner’s hand without missing a beat. Steve is absolutely mesmerized by the way you move so effortlessly, gliding between the complicated steps without a care in the world, your ponytail swinging in the same rhythm as your tempting hips.

“Hey,” Melissa yells to be heard over the pounding bass of the country song, nudging Steve hard enough to break him out of his trance. He turns to her and she lifts the brim of the hat before challenging, “Why don’t you get in there instead of ogling her all night, Commander?”

He’s grateful the flashing lights turn red at that moment to accompany the song change and graciously hide the heat creeping across his cheeks. “Am I being that obvious?”

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t put out a restraining order yet,” Danny’s quick to jibe. “Although I guess you’re meeting the requisite fifty feet.”

“You’re a riot,” the brunette grumbles under his breath before downing the rest of his beer. He twists around to place the empty bottle on the table, then turns back to find his view of the dancefloor blocked by a pair of jean shorts and a crop top sporting the skeletal head of a bull, if he’s not mistaken.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong,” your sweet voice settles over him like the Hawaii sunshine after a cool morning swim, “but y’all came out on a line dancing night and have yet to get to dancing.” A finger tips the brim of his hat even further up, and Steve comes face to face with the vision he’s been silently pining after all evening. He opens his mouth to answer, but finds himself speechless for quite possibly the first time in his adult life.

Thankfully, you fill the silence by chatting with Melissa, letting Steve bask in the touch of warm southern drawl woven around your words, and a different kind of heat floods his face this time thinking about what that sweet accent would sound like calling out his name tonight. He zones out while you prattle on, indulging in his decidedly not-safe-for-work fantasy and appreciating the way the cuff of your shorts sits snugly on your thick thighs just below the curve of your ass. Of all the things he’s been jealous of touching you tonight, denim takes the crown for being the most absurd.

“Commander Cupid,” Danny barks, roughly swatting at Steve’s shoulder to get his attention. “She’s talking to you, you putz.”

He clears his throat before turning his focus to you with an apologetic smile. “Got lost in my thoughts there,” he says by way of an explanation, and the twinkle of mirth in your eyes tells him you have a pretty good idea of just what those thoughts entailed.

“I asked if you wanted to come dance or just sit here watching me all night,” you repeat, one eyebrow cocked playfully.

“Oh, I, uh-” He knows he’s caught, and he lets out a soft laugh while shaking his head. “Totally busted, huh?”

“Tell you what,” you declare confidently, letting your hair fall loose from its elastic confine before palming the felt hat and settling it snugly on your head with a smirk. “I’ll make the decision for you.”

You start your journey back to the dance floor, clapping along to the kick drum announcing the beginning of that one Luke Bryan song that everybody always seems to know. You throw a wink over your shoulder and Steve stands to join you, pausing mid-step when Melissa hollers his name. He turns back to find an elated grin on her face, and she calls out, “Do you know the rule?”

Steve raises one eyebrow and shakes his head, curious.

“If you wear the hat…”

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“...you ride the cowboy,” you exclaim breathlessly in the back of Steve’s Silverado, your thighs burning from exertion. “Never heard that one before?”

“Nu uh,” the brunette answers rather unintelligently, the second syllable morphing into a groan when you roll your hips against his, somehow slotting his length even deeper in your heat. His hands find your love handles of their own volition, kneading the soft, warm skin there while you mouth hungrily at the sharp planes of his stubbled jaw.

He plants his feet on the floor of his truck before using his bruising grip as leverage to buck up into you, your hips kissing with every thrust as his lips find yours once more. You moan into his awaiting mouth, every coherent thought in your head disappearing, replaced by a mantra of your devilish lover’s name.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve rumbles out his praise. “Take everything I give you like a good girl.”

“Fuck yes,” you cry out, your head falling back and giving him the opportunity to run his nose down your exposed throat, a light scraping of teeth following in its wake. “Bite me,” you plead, and he’s quick to obey, sinking his teeth into the dip where your neck and shoulder meet.

Your walls tighten around his cock at the pleasurable tinge of pain, forcing Steve to let out an involuntary whimper against your skin. You pull back with a gasp, cupping his cheeks between your two smaller hands and feeling his face grow hot beneath your fingertips. “Oh my god,” you manage to get out between incessant pants every time your hips meet. “Do that again.”

“You like th-” The incredulous question dies on his lips, cut off by another soft whimper when you intentionally flex your muscles around him.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard come out of a man’s mouth,” you declare, excited by the new discovery. “Don’t you hold back on me now.”

He doesn’t.

Spurred on by your praise and just how fucking hot it is for someone else to order him around for once, Steve allows himself to be vocal, all manner of delicious sounds escaping his kiss-bitten lips while you ride him for everything he’s worth.

“That’s it, baby,” you echo his words from earlier with a positively dangerous grin. “Take everything I give you like a good boy.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his cock twitching in response to your overt display of dominance. This is new for him, too, and he decides at that moment that he’s going to have to explore this side of himself more often.

“What is it, Steve?” you ask, your taunt coated by your honey-sweetened accent. “You need to cum? Need to fill this little pussy up?” An unintelligible noise works its way up from low in his throat, and he stares up at you, dumbstruck. “Is that a ‘yes’?”

Steve nods desperately, not trusting his voice to form a response in a coherent manner.

“Oh, sweet boy,” you coo, carding your fingers through his hair, slowing down the torturous twisting of your hips, your other hand teasing your clit. He holds your thighs in a vice grip, his own quaking beneath your body in an attempt to stave off his impending orgasm. Then you tuck one finger under his chin and lift his gaze to yours, and the single syllable you utter shatters the last of his resolve. “Beg.”

Hot ropes of cum paint your walls as Steve lets out a debauched groan, his head falling back against the seat of the truck while you apply steady pressure to your clit, letting yourself crest over the edge moments after him.

You give Steve some time to recover, pressing gentle kisses to his sweaty skin and running your nails along his scalp until the heaving of his chest gives way to steadier breathing. “You okay, baby?”

“That-” He stops, shaking his head and opting to capture your lips in a tender kiss instead of voicing his feelings.

“I figured after the week you had, fighting with the FBI over jurisdiction on your case, you might like to give up control,” you offer by way of explanation, sinking further into his lap to rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, you could say that,” your boyfriend laughs, in awe of your uncanny ability to read him so easily. His fingers trail up and down your spine and you settle into his warmth with a content sigh before cheekily adding, “Didn’t think you’d like it that much, though.”

A laugh rumbles out of him again and he admits, “I knew you were a switch, but I didn’t think I was, too.”

“Surprise,” you respond, and he feels your lips turn upward in a smile against his skin. “And here you and Danny were being resistant to line dancing. I told y’all it’s fun, didn’t I?”

He hums in agreement, then adds with a self-satisfied lilt to his voice, “Kind of you to save a horse tonight, sweetheart.”

You snort in response, clambering out of his lap to fix your clothes for the ride home. Finding the discarded cowboy hat in the truck’s passenger seat, you return it to its rightful spot on your boyfriend’s head. “I’ll turn you into a country boy, yet, Steve.”

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[A/N (for realsies): Don’t ask where this came from, tbh I blame WhimperTok for r u i n i n g me. And I just know this big, tough man is secretly a lil slut who wants to be Commander outside the bedroom but Commanded™️ in the bedroom, u feel me? I may have to explore this more 👀]

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Law's End: Murder at Vista Heights Chapter 7

Series: Law’s End

Episode 1: Murder at Vista Heights

Fandom: The Royal Romance (loosely, there is zero canon, I've just borrowed the characters)

Pairings: None yet

Word Count: 2,582

Rating: MA

Warnings for series: adult themes, any given chapter may contain murder, violence, language, drinking, drug use, etc.

My other stuff can be found here: Master List.

The conference room in the homicide division of the seventh precinct was filled with the smells of coffee and fresh pastries. It was early. Too early, considering they’d all been there until well after midnight interrogating witnesses.

The food was Bertrand’s way of making up for the fact that no one had gotten much sleep the night before, but everyone still turned up bright and early, ready to work.

“So, she does have a history of stalking.” Liam flipped the file across the table to Flynn.

Detective O’Malley reached for the manila folder and flipped it open. “Who’d she stalk?”

“Clarence Coleman. An app developer. The police reports are in there. He was granted a restraining order. I’ve left a message for him to contact us. See if he’s heard from her lately.”

Flynn skimmed the information in front of him. “This was three years ago.”

Liam nodded. “It’s likely that she stopped harassing Cole when she started sleeping with Trent.”

There was a knock on the conference room door and Rashad entered, carrying a laptop. “There are no security cameras at the vic’s apartment complex, but I found a late model Nissan Pathfinder registered to the suspect and scrubbed video footage from nearby traffic cameras.” He placed the laptop on the table and flipped it around for the detectives to see.

Liam leaned forward to get a closer look. “Is that our suspect?”

“Yes,” Rashad confirmed, “Three blocks away from our vic’s house, heading that direction, fifteen minutes before the 911 call. And this….” He swiped to another image. “…is her ten minutes after the call heading the other direction through the same intersection.”

“We need more than that for an arrest warrant,” Flynn said as he zoomed in, looking for any evidence of blood visible in the photo, but it was too grainy. “It’s not illegal to be in the vicinity.”

Liam pushed away from the table. “Let’s get back over to the apartment complex and show her photo to the neighbors. Maybe someone will remember seeing her that morning.”

An hour later, he was seated in a small but elegant dining room as Stella Haltom served him coffee. Flynn was canvassing other neighbors, ones they hadn’t been able to reach yesterday.

Liam had tried to decline, but Stella was insistent.

“You’re very young for a homicide detective, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, I—”

“Are you single?”

“I am. But—”

“Really? A young, handsome, successful man like you?”

“Well—”

“You know, if things don’t work out between my granddaughter and that nice reporter—”

Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Ma’am, if we could get back to business. I just have a few quick questions—”

“Oh, yes, of course! You wanted me to look at more photos?”

“Well, one more.” Liam pulled up the photograph of Sabrina Simmons on his cell phone and held it out to her.

“Oh, my yes!” Stella somehow managed to convey disapproval with a nod of her head. “That was the one that was over there the most.”

“Did he entertain a lot of women?”

Stella snorted so hard she choked on her coffee. Once she recovered her breath, she clarified, “Whatever you think a lot is, multiply that by at least three!”

“That many?”

“Yes, and now that I think of it, two days before the murder, this one,” she gestured toward his phone, “showed up while one of the other ones was there.”

“Was there an argument?”

“Was there an argument?” She scoffed as a frown pulled her lips down. “Woke half the building with the screaming. I’m surprised no one called the cops.”

“Thank you. This is very helpful. Did you happen to see her on the day of the murder?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean anything. I was gone for most of the morning.”

“Where were you, again?”

“I left to help organize the church rummage sale early that morning.”

Liam checked his notes. “So, you overheard the argument between the two men when?”

“On my way out. I had to walk past Mr. Hayes’ apartment on my way to the elevator.”

“Just to review… you overheard the argument at roughly seven a.m., left for the church, followed by brunch, and returned home just after noon.”

“That’s correct.”

“So, you were home when the gunshots were fired?”

“Yes.” She shuddered. “It was terrifying!”

“And you didn’t see or hear anyone else coming or going from his apartment that day?”

“No.”

“Is there anything you can think of that you noticed that day? Anything at all?”

“I already told you everything yesterday. And that lovely reporter as well.”

Liam sighed at the mention of Riley. He couldn’t forbid a private citizen from speaking to the press, no matter how much he wanted to. But it did remind him of something. “Speaking of Miss Brooks… she mentioned you saw a woman at the victim’s apartment the night before the murder?”

“Yes.”

“Was that woman either of these?” He showed her the photographs of both Sabrina and Katie again.

Stella peered at both, then shook her head. “No.”

“Do you know who she was?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep up with all the women that were in and out of that apartment. Besides, I don’t like to get into other people’s business.”

It took a concerted effort for him to not react to such an obviously false statement.

He jotted down a general description of the woman before extricating himself from the conversation. “Okay, ma’am. Thank you for your time.”

“I’m always happy to help the boys in blue!” she smiled proudly. “You have my number in case you have any further questions, right?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ve got it.” Liam flipped his notepad closed. “If you think of anything else, please let us know.”

He stepped out into the hallway and reconvened with his partner. “How’d it go on your end?”

Flynn shrugged. “I found multiple witnesses that identified Sabrina Simmons as Trenton Hayes’ girlfriend, but none that could definitively place her at the scene on the day of the murder.”

“I confirmed there was a third woman here the night before the murder, but I don’t know who.”

“We’ll have the plainclothes canvas again and try to find that information. I think it’s time you and I go have a conversation with Ms. Simmons.”

“Agreed.” Liam pushed the button for the elevator. When it dinged open, he found himself face to face with Riley. “What are you doing here?”

“Good morning to you, too.” She stepped back so they could fit into the lift with her. “Probably the same thing you are.”

Liam made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat as they stepped into the elevator. “Where’s your sidekick this morning?”

“Max?” She looked surprised at his question. “I don’t know. Probably sleeping in after that late night we all had. Why do you ask?”

Liam shrugged. “I’m just used to seeing the two of you together.”

“When I need a photographer.” She studied his demeanor, then a small grin crept across her face. “Why so interested in who I spend my time with, detective?”

“I’m not.”

Before she could answer, the elevator rocked to a stop on the first floor and the doors slid open. As they stepped off, a familiar face caught her eye. “Drake!”

The PI turned from the concierge desk to face the trio, his eyes lighting up. “Riley! What a pleasant surprise!” He was less enthusiastic as he greeted the two men. “Hello, detectives.”

The men exchanged handshakes as Liam asked, “Why are you here, Walker?”

“I’m investigating the murder of Trent Hayes. I was officially retained to do so this morning by Sadie McGraw. I was thinking it would be in both our best interests to collaborate.”

“I don’t know—”

Flynn’s phone cut through the conversation. He pulled it out and glanced down at the screen. “This is the boss. Hold on.”

Flynn stepped away to take the call, leaving Riley with Liam and Drake.

Not awkward at all.

After a brief conversation, Flynn returned to inform the group, “The chief just got out of a meeting with the mayor. We are to collaborate and cooperate fully with Walker here.”

“Great!” Drake gloated.

“Great,” Liam grumbled.

Flynn shot a pointed look at Riley. “If you’ll excuse us, ma’am, we have a case to discuss.”

“Don’t let me get in your way. I’m just going to grab a latte and update my notes.” She gave them a disarming smile and turned on her heel, disappearing into the small coffee shop located just off the main entrance.

She really was going to update her notes, but she had no intention of leaving without an update on the case. Liam was never going to crack, but she liked her chances of getting information out of Drake. She fired off a quick text as she waited for her drink.

Ten minutes later, Drake was at her table. “You said you had some information for me?”

“I said I was willing to trade information with you.” She gestured for him to sit as the barista approached to take his order.

He ordered a black coffee and then returned his attention to the reporter. “What information do you have that I can’t find out for myself?”

“Maybe none.” She lifted a shoulder. “But it took me three hours of knocking on doors to find out the identity of the woman Trent was with the night before the murder. You could spend the next three hours doing the same or we could help each other out.”

He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. He didn’t have to reveal anything about his client to slip her the information about who the police were looking at as their prime suspect. “I suppose I could share a detail or two. You’re going to find it out on your own anyway.”

Her eyebrows raised. “How do you know that?”

“Because I did a little digging. Your investigative skills are impressive. No wonder you’ve won the Edward R. Murrow Award for journalism as well as two Scripps Awards.”

Her eyebrows arched even higher as she took a long sip of her latte before placing the cup carefully on the table in front of her. “Wow. You really did do your homework. I don’t know whether to be impressed or alarmed. Are you stalking me, sir?”

“Hardly.” He snorted. “Are you going to tell me that you did absolutely no research on me after agreeing to a date?”

“I agreed to dinner. No one said it was a date.”

“Semantics, but fine. Dinner. Answer the question. Did you not look into me at all?”

“You mean did I find out that you graduated from the police academy at the top of your class but quit six months into your first year to go into business with your father? That you have one sister, Savannah, and that you’ve never been married?”

He gave her a smug smile. “I knew you were into me.”

“Please,” she laughed, “It’s just common sense to find out what you can about a man you plan to be alone with.”

He leaned across the table with a smirk. “So, you plan to be alone with me?”

She hid a grin behind her cup. “At the very least I’ll be getting into a car alone with you when we go to dinner.”

“Is that all?”

“Well, we’ll see how the evening progresses, won’t we?”

“Can’t wait.”

“Now, are you going to tell me what you learned from the cops?”

“I don’t know. Are you going to tell me who the woman from the other night is?”

“If your information is good enough.”

“I know who their prime suspect is.”

“Is it Katie or William Sloan or Dean Collins?”

“No.”

She sat up straighter. “There’s another suspect in play?”

He twirled his coffee cup in his fingers. “Yep.”

“Okay. Yes, that’s a fair trade. Who is it?”

“Sabrina Simmons. She was his secretary when he was engaged to Katie. He cheated on Katie with Sabrina. That’s the reason they broke up. After Katie dumped him, Sabrina became his girlfriend. Last weekend, she showed up while he was entertaining someone else. Several neighbors heard the argument. The theory is that she got fed up with his womanizing. She has a history of stalking, and the cheating gives her motive.”

“Interesting theory, because the woman that was there Monday night is his current secretary.”

“Sounds like he has a history of sleeping with his secretary. What’s her name?”

“Sarah Foster. She’s not at work today. I already called.”

“Well, her boss slash boyfriend was murdered yesterday. I can track down a home address for her.”

“Way ahead of you.” She shoved her notes into her bag as she stood up. “Wanna go question her together?”

“How the hell did you get her address already?”

It was Riley’s turn to smirk. “I have my sources.”

“Okay, let’s go. But I’m driving.”

“I don’t want to leave my car here. I’ll meet you there. Here’s the address.” She quickly scribbled the information on a piece of paper.

He threw some money on the table to cover the coffee, took the slip of paper from her, and then pulled his phone out and opened the contact list.

“What are you doing?”

“Holding up my end of the deal with the CCPD. Collaboration works both ways.”

“Could you at least wait until after we have a chance to talk to her?”

He hesitated as he considered her request. “Why?”

“Because you and I both know that once the police get there, I won’t be allowed to talk to her! Police protocol this and interfering with an investigation that, blah, blah, blah… Come on…. You wouldn’t even know who she was if it wasn’t for me.”

“I would have eventually knocked on the right door and found out.”

“Yeah, hours from now, by which time I would have already interviewed her for my article. Don’t make me regret sharing information with you.”

“Fine.” He slotted the phone back into his pocket. “You get ten minutes with her, then I’m making the call.”

“Deal. Let’s go!”

The drive from Vista Heights to Sarah’s apartment complex took nearly forty-five minutes. Riley found Drake waiting for her in front of the entrance.

The apartment complex was a stark contrast to Trent’s. A dingy brick building surrounded by other dingy brick buildings, it had no doorman, and the front door was propped open. There was certainly no concierge desk or coffee shop in the lobby.

No elevator came when Drake pushed the button. “Looks like we’re taking the stairs.”

“Good thing she’s only on the fourth floor.”

As they approached apartment 412, Drake suddenly stopped and put his arm out to halt Riley.

“What?”

“Shhh….” He moved in front of her and pulled a gun from his hip. “The door is cracked open. Stay here.”

Riley Brooks hadn’t built her career by standing down. The moment Drake pushed the door open and stepped across the threshold, she followed, keeping quiet so he wouldn’t notice.

“Hello? Is anyone home? Sarah?” He called out as he made his way through the living room. He entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. “Well, shit.”

Riley entered right behind him, craning her neck to peer around him. Well, shit was right.

Sarah Foster lay on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood.

#angelasscribbles #laws end #trr au #trr #the royal romance #crime thriller #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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twinuchiha · 8 months

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Okay. Those who know me know that I’m not the type of person that likes to make serious posts. But this situation has been on my radar since Wednesday, and has turned into borderline harassment.

This is a warning to be wary of the Naruto anon rpers.

This is not a call to attack anyone. This is not a call to harass anyone. This is a warning. Trigger Warning: Harrasment, Death threats, SA threats, Stalking and Abuse will be mentioned under the cut. If you can not handle these topics, feel free to not click read more. However, it would be appreciated if you relogged this post to spread awareness.

Some people may already be aware that I used to interact with this group, and be on friendly terms with Sasukeanon, but not anymore. I have blocked most of them, and they may have already blocked me as well by now. Honestly? I'm just disappointed. So around January 30th, someone sent a hate post to Hidan anon mentioning a few of their fellow blogs. Understandable, they mentioned Kisame anon to ask them what was going on, as they have also recently been getting hate.

They're trying to figure out who this possibly could be, but then out of nowhere, Orochimaru's anon says this:

To which??? Okay, some people just type similar to each other? I've seen it happen. Anyway, when Kisame tries to explain that they've had problems with people in the past and listing off who it could have been, Sasuke comes in with this:

How they came to this conclusion, I don't know. But they then suddenly start going on a tirade and start making threats.

This took me off guard. I knew Sasuke could be harsh in some of their posts, which made me uncomfortable, but this was the first time I've seen them jump to death threats. This is no way to talk to someone. Especially when you have no evidence against. And don't have any evidence, because all you have done is claim things, never show proof, and then harass Kisame further (along with your friends) when they were trying to prove their innocence to everyone. Even in posts that had nothing to do with any of you!

(Note that Sasuke's mod was handling Hidan's blog at the time of this)

You keep saying that Kisame has been sending death threats and SA threats yet show no proof to back up your claims when someone confronts you on it. Instead, insult them. And type in all caps to try and be intimidating.

These were in response to cherrypiesakurokun's posts on the matter, as like me they have also been talking to Kisame about what has been happening. The top one was after the Naruto anon blog added them in a callout and basically implied they were a death threats/SA threat defender. All because what? They tried to be supportive and wanted everyone to make up? I agree that they probably shouldn't have jumped in, but that's not fair.

The blog you claim that is Kisame's main isn't even her main. This is her main. She linked me her Reddit account to prove this.

Do these blogs look remotely the same??? The threats you claim were sent by Kisame to herself hold critical information that held her real name and where she lives. Why would someone do to themselves, risk doxing themselves? It doesn't make any sense. She's sent me proof of that as well, but I will not be showing them here because that is private information. Kisame told me that she gave you her discord, you could have asked her what was going on. But you never did. You just jumped to conclusions.

When I asked Kisame about the threats that were being, her conclusion was that it was from her stalker ex boyfriend, who's she's been gathering evidence of for doing the same behaviour. She's informed me that she's currently trying to get a restraining order. I've been given permission to show these screenshots.

Congratulations on harassing a victim of stalking and abuse. But if that wasn't vile enough, the night Kisame's mother was taken to the hospital, and they explained they'd be offline because of it, Sasuke, still using Hidan's blog, said this:

This was vile. Fucking vile, and was the straw that broke the camels back for me. I blocked as many of the blogs I could. Like I said, I'm disappointed. Sad, even. Sasuke was one of the first blogs who'd interacted with me, and i thought they were nice. It seemed like I was wrong though. As I mentioned before, this isn't an attack. This is simply to warn others about the kind of people they will be interacting with should they come across the anon group.

#ooc #say it louder for the people in the back (psa)#tw: stalking #tw: harrasment #tw: abuse #tw: abuse mention #tw: threats #please reblog #//I was nervous to make this I admit #//mainly because of the group #//but I am not letting someone else get harassed off this website #//if they are gonna come at me so be it

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aqours · 11 months

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the thing about horror is that it's subjective. not everybody can be scared by the same things, horror is a study and exploration of the macabre in most modern cases

one of the main "criticisms" against tcoaal is how can it be horror when its not scary? and yeah, tcoaal isn't like, a conventionally "scary" game... but how could it be?

use jumpscares?

lots of more gore?

i can't find the post, but there's a screenshot going around twitter of somebody like "LMAO SURE TALK TO ME ABOUT HOW THE INC*ST GAME IS HORROR... i'm making my game about a blind guy put through horrible Saw traps and some maniac with a chainsaw-" and people were like, ok lmao you want a participation trophy?

i've seen people say Saw isn't real horror, just torture porn and gore, it's not scary anymore so its not horror. right now there's a post that got memed and ratio'd on twitter bc there's some upcoming movie where a kid might killed and they were like IF YOU WATCH THIS HORROR MOVIE WHERE A CHILD MIGHT BE KILLED AND TORTURED YOU ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING BLOCK ME NOW!!!" and people in the replies and qrts were talking about horror movies like Halloween 3 and The Blob (1988) where kids get killed

and there's people who will say that if you rely on a kid dying in your horror movie it's not actually horror its just edgy and should be discarded. other people will find it disgusting and horrifying beyond words.

while the game is very crass and sarcastic, tcoaal does explore a very macabre topic that would make anyone uncomfortable beyond words if it happened irl, and while it does also make it hot (i should make a post about that later) it doesn't shy away from the fact it's protagonists are horrible awful fucked up people and realistically the only way they can ever be truly happy is if they got restraining orders against eachother but they refuse to do anything to break this thing off and just keep descending into the muk. if chapter 3 doesn't have at least one murder-suicide ending i will be very pensive face

horror is a. very subjective thing. some people actually do find jumpscares scary other people find them annoying. society will never reach a consensus on what is scary and what is not bc people are scared by different things. tcoaal may not be a particularly scary game, mostly disturbing, but the idea that it's not horror in any capacity and how its an insult to REAAAAAL horror is... lol

#the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #discourse cw #starposts

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olderthannetfic · 8 months

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People going to you to say they didn't like a book instead of just posting that in their own blog and blocking the rabid fans is so fucking sad to me. Is this where we're at? Instead of blocking the sea of lost teens and 20-somethings in the dark academia tag who try to use "dark academia" as a substitute for having to develop their own interests and hobbies, we're now going to whisper on anon, "I don't like this one book"? That's how scared of negative interaction people are? It's the dark academia fandom. They're morons. They don't even argue with you that The Secret History is good, they reply with your post quoted and emojis inserted inbetween every sentence and think they're big smarty smart-smarts who showed you, or they say you didn't get it. "The fandom is absolutely insane" by what metric? Speaking as someone who's been sent suicide bait, death threats, rape threats, pictures of dead animals, Holocaust pics and actual CSEM by other fandoms, if you're too afraid of someone replying, "wow lmao ur not smart like us u no get it" or spamming your original post's text with emojis, maybe you're not old enough to be on tumblr or be reading a book aimed at adults.

The fact that people are now so afraid of pushback that they won't even say they dislike something off anon is honestly really pathetic. This is like people on Reddit who say, "I wouldn't say this if I weren't deleting my account later today, but I don't like MCU movies." It's the same vibe and I have the same question: you know you can just block people if they cry about shit you say, right? I got sent a dead rat once by a Yandere Simulator fan and the police + a restraining order is basically blocking but for RL, but most people in the fandom for The Secret History aren't going to actually interact with another person. They don't even usually bother to write fic or make art for it, they just repost quotes from it with some pics they swiped off of Pinterest for it.

Those are the people who you're so afraid of that you can't even say, "I don't like a book" lest they hurt you. You're afraid of Pinterest moodboard makers who ask things like, "what religion is the most dark academia? I want to convert to that" with a straight face who think wearing a white button-down shirt and brown pants makes them the embodiment of wealth and class and quiet luxury.

As someone who's actually had interactions with crazy fans IRL - especially Star Wars fans, as they're almost all frothing at the mouth to rant about how much they hate Star Wars - I am happy to report that this is a survivable thing and not one you need to be so afraid of that you don't dare mention it for fear of backlash.

Speak freely. Block people. Move on. Their tears are embarrassing for them, not you.

I spent some time in anon spaces, and it felt like a nice break at the time... but I have to say, I really notice the difference now that I'm findable again. For all the shit that comes my way, a hell of a lot of people have tried to befriend me over the last few years. I wouldn't have met any of them if I hadn't been visible.

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Si x Anteo hcs when

.....ovo [SCREAMING] you're making the brainrot worse

But- I knew this would happen ovo some nsfw stuff will be under the cut.

Let's start with in game Anteo:

Dude has like- zero chance to get into Si's pants. One- Si's demisexual and doesn't do hookups and after just a few minutes of talking to Anteo he realizes that he's just a waste of a pretty face. He tries giving Anteo a fake number TWICE before Anteo corners him and demands Si give him is phone so Anteo could enter his phone number in SI's phone before calling himself so he could have it. And yes, he does take a picture and everything for the contact so 'he could get more of his pretty face." Si tries blocking him, but it's around the 4th or so new number where he gives up and unblocks Anteo's main phone just to get it to stop.

Every advancement Anteo makes gets rejected and put down, which just pisses Anteo off more. Sure, he likes a challenge, but he's never met someone so just...NOT interested in him and it drives him crazy, to the point he starts stalking Si and harassing him at work/in places he frequents on his off times, going as far as breaking into his house once Si starts using the buddy system to avoid him in public. The police do get called, but they're easily bribed with money, so they no longer are a viable option and turn a blind eye every call they get. Anteo might be wealthy enough to repair the things he breaks turning his tantrums, but Si isn't, so a lot of his things end up getting thrown out or needing to be replaced over time. Si considers getting a restraining order and moving, but when Anteo gets word of it this sets. Him. OFF. At that point, Si's getting kidnapped in the middle of the night and chained up at the ranger's station.

It's kinda up in the air from there, but I see Si gaslighting the fuck out of Anteo when he learns more about what makes him tick. Freedom's not an option, but house privileges? Check. Stopping him from doing the ai art/crypto bro shit, check. Going on dates that are actually kinda cute despite Anteo being a clingy and overprotective, pushy asshole? Check. Funny enough though, I do see Anteo and Si having a weird like, tsundere fueled heart to heart about why Anteo is like this, and it might be the Stockholm Syndrome talking, but Si might even feel a little SAD for him.

Now, unfortunately for Si they're actually into a lot of the same kinks and general likes when it comes to bedroom activities while being a good sub to his doming style- something Anteo takes advantage of to get him hot and bothered and thinking about crossing that line with him now that Si is HIS. And when they DO finally fuck, Si's teaching him the importance of an AFAB orgasm whether Anteo likes it or not. OvO which....hehehe trust me I think he will.~ I see there being a 50/50 of him either edging Si until his limits are broken OR both of them seeing just how long Si could keep cumming for with overstim sessions. Both of them have a lot of stamina so....I could actually just see them fucking all day. They match their freak levels. uwu Si's gonna get Anteo to let him peg him- I swear to you all. ovo

Now, for THE BOY ut!Anteo

Si and ut!Anteo get along MUCH better without all the bullshit canon Anteo puts him through. They're both nature and animal loves, so I see them crossing paths at a volunteering event- maybe being paired up to look after a small group of birds or something. They'd get to talking and would probably exchange numbers for future get togethers as friends, since I see them being cute and awkward friends in the beginning. Si doesn't have a lot of people he can regularly do outdoorsy stuff with, and Anteo appreciates his company. They're both quiet people for the most part, so they vibe well together and would probably be comfortable being silly around each other. Si also helps keep Anteo on track, sometimes texting him little reminders because he knows how scatter brained he can be.

I see Anteo teaching Si how to surf tbh. Si's always wanted to learn but knew he would look goofy trying, so he's glad someone like Anteo could show him without making him feel AS embarrassed about bailing. I'd say the would have met sometime around winter/spring, so at this point they'd known each other for a little while and have become regulars in each other's life. I think, while watching the sun start to set on their boards (close to shore of course surfing at night/early morning is dangerous), Anteo might come to realize that he had feelings for Si. It would make for a cute confession, shyly talking about it as they dried off and packed up, and I think they'd share a sweet, but shy and chaste kiss afterwards. uwu

Si's pegging him ovo oh Si is definitely pegging him. They're both shy about it at first- Anteo because he's never done it before and Si because it's always something he wanted to do but hesitated because he didn't want to deal with possible gender dysphoria. ovo All of that goes out the window after they properly take the time to prepare Anteo for the SMALLEST option they could find while being able to accommodate Si as well (which would be a double ended one uwu one side's MASSIVE but it does the job well). It's an experience for the both of them, I'll tell you that. ovo I might have to draw it actually, words don't do it justice. The cute way Anteo asks Si to top afterwards each time is just [chefs kiss] and when Anteo learns Si can naturally peg him while in heat? Oh boy, he's glad they've worked up sizes I'll tell you that. ovo

Pets. They have a lot of pets together with properly spaced out and enriched enclosures and a dog they take hiking with them after finding him wandering alone and without a home on one of their outings together.

#si speaks #camp willowpeak #anteo cwp #my brain- it rots #idk i think I might love him ovo

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lurksunderthebed · 11 months

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Ghoap Analysis/Meta (2.2)

The Evolution of GhostSoap Redux

More recontextualising of GhostSoap. The other half of mwii (22). Featuring everyone's favourite: "Alone".

Part (2.2/?)

BEWARE SPOILERS MWIII (23)!!!

Please check the alt text.

"Alone" remains the most compelling and vivid mission for anyone looking at Ghostsoap interactions.

It's one of the most important missions because it's the one I consider to contain the building blocks of their relationship. This is their 'getting to know each other' moment as more than just allies/reluctant coworkers.

That said I'll go over the mission from start to finish. Why? Cause why not. I love the mission too much not to give it the detail it deserves.

Alone

Graves: He's put me in command of this operation from here on out. So, y'all need to stand down. It's time to let the pros finish this.

Soap and Ghost glance sideways at each other.

Graves: And why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of a negotiation? It's not. I've got my orders and now you have yours.

Alejandro: And who the fuck do you think you are, cabron? My men are inside!

Graves: I'm afraid not. Your men have been... detained.

Alejandro glares at Graves for a second but then launches himself at him.

Alejandro: Cabron!

Graves and one of his men push Alejandro against a vehicle and restrain him with a zip tie.

Soap: Graves, what the fuck?!

Soap then attacks the Shadow besides him, forcing Graves and the remaining Shadows to open fire on the threat. Ghost elbows a second Shadow behind him in the face and then uses his knife to stab a third Shadow in the neck before throwing that same knife into the fourth Shadow. Alejandro puts his restrained arm around a Shadow's neck.

Alejandro: Get your fucking hands off of me—

Graves knocks out Alejandro in the head with his rifle butt before turning his attention back to Soap. Soap grabs his hostage's sidearm and fires at one of Graves' men, killing him. Graves shoots Soap in the arm, sending him backward to the ground with his dead hostage on top of him.

Soap: Argh!!

Graves moves to his right around the vehicle looking for Ghost. Ghost pops his head out of the vehicle's rear corner and finds Soap on the ground.

Ghost: Go, Johnny!, get out of there! Soap - Go!

Soap pushes the dead guard off of him and launches himself over the concrete barrier sliding down the hill as Graves' men fire on him.

Alright bear with me. This is a long transcript but I included the whole exchange for full context. I've bolded the two things I wanted to talk about.

First being the long glance Ghost and Soap give each other. Again, when I saw this scene I initially thought it strange. It was odd to me that Soap who had been introduced to Ghost for presumably the first time only 7 days ago was able to communicate through glances no less to Ghost so effortlessly.

I thought "wow" maybe there were large amounts of time unseen between missions. Maybe Ghost and Soap got to know each other then? Though the disdain Ghost showed to Soap and the coldness outside of missions till "Alone" seem to disprove it.

Or maybe they just shared such an instant connection this was possible? Stranger things had happen before.

But now that we have "Flashpoint" it's obvious that they've definitely worked together enough. Enough to communicate through searching looks. Not enough to know each properly or more intimately. Or for Ghost to have cared about Soap before the events of "El Sin Nombre". But an effective working relationship.

This is demonstrated here in "Alone" to great effect.

Soap and Ghost don't have to nod, they just see each other's expression. Or rather Soap sees Ghost's "I'm so done with this bs" look again. A look that Soap has triggered many times in their working relationship no less. And a look he recognised during "Cartel Protection" when he motioned for Rudy to stop joking. Soap can read Ghost surprisingly well.

So does this mean they could've had a deeper relationship before the events of mwii (22)?

Perhaps.

But again I say it's unlikely.

Soap's strength of character is so immediate that it not standing out within a staggering 3 years is unbelievable UNLESS Ghost only worked within a limited basis with him.

Remember that it's Ghost seeing Soap volunteer himself to do something recklessly brave that really causes him to change his opinion on Soap and then blurt out a nickname for the sergeant.

An unfamiliar nickname to Soap that shows Ghost's care.

Now why do I say it's unfamiliar?

Lets look at my 2nd point in this transcript.

Ghost: Go, Johnny!, get out of there! Soap - Go!

Ghost yells at Soap to go. Another high stress moment for the LT which makes him use that new nickname of his. But it's not 'Johnny' that really gets Soap to snap out of his shock. It's the name 'Soap' that does.

Now you can argue that this was a high stress moment. Soap could just respond to his military name different when he's running under a lot of adrenaline.

But thats patently untrue.

We can even prove it with the events of "Flashpoint" '19:

Soap: I'll blow your fuckin' brains out, Makarov - you hear me, I swear to god I'll do it.

Price: Soap... Soap! Don't do it!

Soap: Let me finish him!

Makarov: [Laughing]

Price: John, we have him! He's in custody. He's not going anywhere.

Price: Stand down, Sergeant.

Soap grimaces and moves away.

After Makarov taunts Soap and Ghost in the helo, we see the sports stadium blow up anyway despite Soap and Price's best efforts (to Makarov's evil glee).

This enrages Soap and he threatens to kill Makarov. Price stops him but with much pleading. And guess what? It's not the name 'Soap' that breaks through to him. It's Soap's actual name 'John' that does.

It's Price's own personal reference to Soap that changes the sergeant's mind. Cools him down from his righteous fury.

Accordingly, if 'Johnny' was a name that Ghost had used before, I can't see why it wouldn't be the prevailing name that would get Soap to really get moving. Especially since we see Ghost once again use it in high stakes moments.

'Johnny' is Ghost's personal reference to Soap just like how 'John' is Price's. Thus it should be the name given more weight in Soap's mind.

But it isn't.

It's because the name is new.

Again this demonstrates how much Ghost's relationship has changed because of "El Sin Nombre". From barely tolerated coworker to something more. It's a fascinating look.

But enough of that.

Lets get to the fun stuff: gameplay dialogue. Everyone's favourite in this mission.

But before we do, we should be reminded of this statement in part 2.1,

As we find out through "Alone", Ghost is a massive hypocrite. There's much he tells Soap to do but doesn't actually follow himself. As a result there are three things to pay attention to when discerning his motivations: His nicknames, his stares and his actions.

This is important to have at the forefront when we look at Ghost's relationship to Soap. Especially when we take apart the dialogue because it really shows Ghost's 'do as I say and not as I do' mentality.

I've also mostly ignored putting in all the snarky jokes up as that would mean having the entirety of the mission dialogue here. Just know that this mission is the FIRST time that Ghost entertains Soap's jokes and even makes his own jokes back to keep Soap focused on making it out alive. Despite all his efforts, Ghost is finally warming up to Soap and getting hopelessly attached. It only took 7 days.

Gameplay Dialogue

Soap: This is Bravo 7-1, in the blind... How copy...? Ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?

The radio crackles with static.

Soap: Fuck...Where are you, Ghost?

Soap gets back up on his feet and limps forward a few steps before collapsing forward to the ground.

Ghost: (over radio) Soap- This is Ghost, how copy?

Soap doesn't answer.

Ghost: Johnny...?

Soap touches his wounded arm and sees how bloody it is.

Ghost: Johnny... How copy?

Soap: Solid.

Ghost: Thought we lost you.

Here we see Ghost try to contact Soap normally. Then we see him panic internally, (though it's not obvious in tone), by switching to 'Johnny' when he gets no response from Soap. Another high stress moment for Ghost that he himself sort of acknowledges by saying that he thought they lost Soap. This guy is not fooling anyone in how much he cares.

Interestingly enough Soap never acknowledges the nickname until "Prison Break" and that was to Alejandro. Perhaps Soap knows that Ghost will just clam up if he asks about it from Ghost himself. This is also supported by dialogue.

Soap: Creepin'...

Ghost: What are you seein'?

Soap: A bloodbath.

Ghost: Watch your arse.. You got exactly zero allies down there...

Soap: We're friends, no...?

Ghost: We're teammates... Friendship's not in the field manual, Johnny...

Soap: Neither is mask making...

The moment Soap mentions Ghost as more than teammates/coworkers Ghost downplays it. It's obvious that emotional attachment is something Ghost strives to avoid.

The irony of the spooky man's rebuke is that he immediately defaults to using Soap's nickname right after it. Of course, Soap calls out Ghost on the hypocrisy. Ghost doesn't have a response back. Soap leaves it there, though again, failing to comment on the nickname and how much Ghost seems to like using it.

But why doesn't Soap mention it?

The answer lies in the situation. Soap knows that pushing for more, for an explanation would mean Ghost stonewalling him again. And Soap needs all the friends he can get to survive.

It does beg the question though, did Soap see Ghost as a friend prior to "Kill or Capture"? His casual attitude and fistbump at the start of the cutscene with Ghost tells us, yes probably.

We see throughout the game that Soap is physically affectionate with those he likes.

"Kill or Capture" had Soap fistbumping the marine in the helo before the depart. "El Sin Nombre" and "Dark Waters" had Soap exchanging more fistbumps and a hug to Graves. It's obvious that Soap is a tactile guy.

Hell, we even have "Flashpoint" in '19 to suggest Soap saw Ghost as a friend as well! Shocked? Me too.

There's a bit of dialogue exchanged between Makarov and Soap when he was pushing him to get to the HLZ (landing zone for helo transport).

Price: Visual on the exit. This way.

Soap: Walk!

Soap shoving Makarov forward.

Soap: Time to meet some friends of mine.

Makarov: Where are they?

Soap: Close.

The only ones they meet in the helo is Shepherd and guess who, our boy Ghost. Insert Jazz hands. It's funny Soap thinks of Ghost as a friend when the LT really stonewalls him. We hear probably the most brisk conversation from Ghost to Soap ever when Ghost provides sniper cover to Soap. There is no acknowledgement from Ghost to Soap at all. Not even a casual sergeant or Mactavish.

Now Soap could be referring to 'friends' as a let me show you my very threatening coworker who is infamous for his interrogation skills. Ha ha rot in hell ya bastard. Sort of thing. That's probably what the game meant to imply.

But the idea of Soap having a onesided friendship to Ghost for 3 years (complete with fistbumps and snarky jokes) and Ghost just sort of tolerating it cause he can't avoid the sergeant, is desperately funny.

Considering how much Ghost side eyes and rolls his eyes around the sergeant. I wouldn't at all be surprised that's how it went for them.

Anyhow back to more gameplay dialogue.

Ghost: Advise you move interior if you're not already. It's good cover.

Soap enters the garage and finds a locked door.

Soap: No joy... Door's locked.

Ghost: Look for supplies- things you can make tools with. Welcome to guerrilla warfare...

Again, if Ghost is trying to show how little he cares about Soap he's just failing miserably. Here we see Ghost showing Soap how to deal in a situation that is unfamiliar to him. Ghost desperately wants Soap to live and make it out.

Soap: Broke off a fan blade.

Ghost: Tie off the blade with the rope and pry open a door.

Soap: Sounds like you've done this before...

Ghost: Years of practice...

Another example but this time we see how little Soap knows about Ghost. I feel that if they were closer, Soap would know that Ghost has experience in situations such as these.

But no, this is a teaching moment for Ghost, one where he sees Soap manage to make it out despite the odds against him again (the first time being "El Sin Nombre") and a time for both Soap and Ghost to get to know each other more.

And then we come across this golden nugget. This one is the clearest example of Ghost's complicated relationship with intimacy and trust.

Soap: Oowf...

Ghost: What's the latest?

Soap: Mercs are killing everything in their path.

Ghost: War crimes...

Soap: Makes me want to commit a few war crimes of my own...

Ghost: Tyranny. It won't stand.

Soap: Think we'll get a green light to go after these guys.

Ghost: No more green lights, Johnny. We're on our own.

This last line is critical. But more on that, with the next dialogue that follows after. There are several options but I'll choose the Price dialogue.

Soap: What about Captain Price?

Ghost: Price isn't here, is he...? The old man can't bail us out. Not this time.

There's an option to deny or agree that Price is someone to trust.

Here's if you say you trust Price.

Soap: I trust the Captain - if he knew, he'd be here.

Ghost: Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most.

Here's if you don't.

Soap: I don't trust anyone- Don't trust anyone right now, even Price.

Ghost: We'll see. Just make sure you can trust yourself. Start there.

Now what does this tell us?

Lets look at the this bit.

Ghost: No more green lights, Johnny. We're on our own.

As I said earlier this line is very important. Consider Ghost and Soap's relationship at the start of "Kill or Capture". Ghost barely tolerates Soap. He mostly does solo missions and if he's team lead, then it's not in a group of people he sees consistently. He's nominally a lone wolf. It's even in the dialogue later, "[Ghost] (is) used to working alone".

But now it's no longer Ghost and 'sergeant I have to tolerate', it's SoapAndGhost against the world. They can't rely on anyone else but each other. Not Price, not Alejandro, not Laswell. Just Soap and just Ghost: they've become a unit.

Ghost could have said to Soap, "You're on your own." He could've left Soap to die; it would've been easier on Ghost if he did realistically. He knows where Alejandro's safe house is, he's not injured, has better skills, weapons, positioning to just leave outright. But he doesn't.

Ghost is there helping him. Ghost misdirects, he outright lies, he is a massive hypocrite. But even here he can't quite lie to himself. He frames it himself as not a "You have to do this to help yourself". It's a "We have to help each other".

Afterwards they talk about trust. I actually find it revealing of Ghost's own complexities about it. Here he contradicts himself.

Let's look at the next three possible exchanges.

Soap: What about Captain Price?

Ghost: Price isn't here, is he...? The old man can't bail us out. Not this time.

When asked about who to rely on, he outright states that Price is someone they can. Just that they can't rely on him now because he isn't there with them. It's implied that Price is someone that Ghost trusts.

Then in the next bit, he says the opposite.

Soap: I trust the Captain - if he knew, he'd be here.

Ghost: Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most.

When Soap says that he trusts Price, Ghost gives a rebuttal: telling Soap to be careful of who he trusts and that the people close to him could hurt them the most. So he implies to Soap that Price isn't trustworthy.

If Soap says he doesn't trust Price or anyone,

Soap: I don't trust anyone- Don't trust anyone right now, even Price.

Ghost: We'll see. Just make sure you can trust yourself. Start there.

Instantly, Ghost implies that he should trust Price with a 'we'll see' and a please trust yourself (and not get hurt). Unsaid was the 'I don't even trust you, [Ghost]' from Soap that actually might've pained Ghost. Especially since Ghost is going out of his way to help Soap.

So what is it for Ghost?

It's obvious he trusts Price a great deal. Out of everyone in 141, he's the next closest person Ghost is to anyone. Price has seen him without the mask; it's implied they have worked together for years. Price is even allowed to refer to Ghost with his first name, seen later in "Ghost Team" and in Cod Warzone when we first see reboot Ghost.

Why does he have to give round about answers to Soap then?

The answer lies in the fact that Ghost implies to have been betrayed once by someone very close to him. It shows that Ghost's trust is hard earned and exactly why he tries so hard to not get attached to people. The people closest to him have broken his trust and hurt him.

Most importantly underneath it all, it's very clear that he doesn't want Johnny to ever go through that.

Ghost tells him to be careful, how to lie low, to keep calm through banter. He's always checking in to Soap. He's giving weapon tips. He's making silly dad jokes. He cares about Johnny more than just the physical. He worries about his emotional state as well.

They and the rest of the team got betrayed by a trusted ally. One that we see Ghost and Soap have worked with since '19. Its painful.

At this moment it's obvious Ghost sees himself in Soap. Just like him in the past, he sees Soap get betrayed by long term allies—friends even.

But more than that, he sees Soap as someone better than himself. This is even suggested in the next dialogue bit.

Soap: Good advice, L.T. I wanna be like you when I grow up.

Ghost: You wanna be better than me, Johnny...

At this point, the player can choose a few more dialogue options.

1. Soap: I will be. Ghost: Good man.

2. Soap: Got my work cut out then. Ghost: That you do...

3. Soap: Maybe, I already am... Ghost: Now's your chance to prove it.

Now, Ghost doesn't outright state it, but he more or less says he sees the potential of Soap to be someone much better than him. (And wants him to be).

Why do I think Ghost already sees him as the better man?

Because of the events of "El Sin Nombre". That one moment that captures Ghost's gaze, the defining point to Soap in the entire game: Soap walking into the cartels hands.

Again, let me remind you that Soap didn't get volun-told. He volunteered for a task that even Ghost wouldn't do. And it's this moment that forever changes how Ghost sees him.

Ghost is impressed. Ghost admires Soap for it. Soap was the better man that day. He proved it to Ghost then.

So why does Ghost imply there's only potential?

This is why:

Soap: Think I'll live that long?

Ghost: Probably not...

Ghost doesn't think Soap will live through the events of "Alone". He wants to motivate Soap to get through Las Almas and find Ghost despite the odds stacked against him. He desperately wants this man, Johnny, to live. He wants to trust this reckless man. But he doesn't think Soap will live long enough for it to matter. This disbelief that Soap will make it out comes up constantly and at the end of the mission to great effect.

Moving on, pretty early in the mission, we get the first mention of Ghost's name from Soap.

Soap: Did you see the caged dog?

Ghost: Big geezer. If he barks, shoot him and repo quickly- Don't get compromised...

Soap: You are stone cold, Simon.

Ghost: What has two legs and bleeds?

Soap: Don't tell me... Ghost: Half a dog... Soap: I asked you not to tell me.

We see Soap leaning into this new closeness with Ghost by using his name. A name we only see Price use. A name that is the very implication of intimacy to a man that goes out of his way to hide his identity.

Soap is testing boundaries. Now that we know they've known each other for awhile, it's clear that Soap has always wanted them to be closer. The moment Soap gets a chance, he pushes for what prob is the 'holy grail' of closeness to Ghost. If not seeing his bare face, then being on a first name basis is a big one.

And Ghost instantly deflects with a joke to get away from that intimacy. A terrible joke, Ghost knows Soap won't appreciate. Ghost's later jokes were actually sort of funny in a "puntastic" way. This one is just plain shitty.

The best part, is that Soap must understand that Ghost isn't comfortable with him using his name either. Not at this point, for this is the only time we see Soap use 'Simon' the whole game.

We can read the whole bit as Ghost playing into the shock factor of willing to kill a pet and bantering back easy. But a more interesting alternative reading is that Ghost was uncomfortable with the name usage and deflected with a horrible joke. One that indirectly confirms to Soap that Ghost is indeed stone cold.

I like to pick the alternative because this deflection from intimacy, care, worry happens constantly.

It even happens in the next dialogue:

Soap finds a balcony and drops down to the street, collapsing to the ground as he does so. He gets back up and leaves the house.

Ghost: Gimme a sit-rep.

Soap: Outside... Gated alley.

Ghost: Stick to the edges and stay low.

Soap: Copy.

Ghost: You may get a brag rag for this...

Soap: A medal?

Ghost: Chest candy.

At this point, the player can choose from several dialogue options.

1. Soap: That's all rubbish.

2. Soap: Dead Shadows are my medals.

3. Soap: I deserve one.

Ghost: You said you wanted a win. Congratulations, you're a winner...

Soap: Away n' bile yer heid!

Ghost: English, MacTavish...

Soap: Sorry, sir, let me translate... "Go fuck yourself."

Ghost: Much better.

Lets break it down simply. Ghost hears Soap get injured. Ghost instantly asks if he's okay. Soap says he is. Ghost is worried, decides to deflect his worry and distract Soap by enticing him with medal talk. To which then he goads Soap into getting pissed at him to fire up his spirits.

We can see it as another, 'Ghost jokes to make Soap feel better' moment.

But what if we look it the other way around?

He's not only doing this for Soap, he's doing this for himself as well.

This is uncomfortable territory for Ghost. Caring that is. Jokes are made to distract both Ghost and Soap from thinking too hard on Soap's slim chances of survival. Not Ghost's survival. That was never truly a worry. Especially with all of Ghost's skill and prior knowledge.

Again this is shown in the very next bit:

Ghost: Church is on the north side of the city. I've set up a sniper position in the church tower. Find your way there, and you might just make it.

Ghost is already set up at the church. He's well kitted out with a bloody sniper rifle of all things. How he got it when Soap and Ghost ran from their vehicles is a mystery. He's literally metres away from the very vehicle that Soap and Ghost use to get away later. Ghost would be able to easily make it out there. It's even in his wording here. It's not a "we just might make it" it's a "you might just make it".

Contrast to Soap who's injured, weaponless and completely new to solo stealth operations like this. Ghost is worried. He's right to be. Cue all the cute banter and flirting between them.

We come across this as well.

Soap: Ghost, you missing a knife...?

Ghost: Several.

Soap: Think I found one.

Ghost: Some of the dead Shadows are my handiwork...

Soap: You came through here?

Ghost: On my way to the church.

Soap: And you left me?

Ghost: I'm used to working alone.

Soap: So much for no man left behind.

Ghost: Just get yourself to the church. Tryin' to keep you alive and get you here in one piece. One of us needs to survive to tell the tale.

Soap: Taken a shine to me, then?

Ghost: Not in the slightest. Still got a lot of ground to cover.

Soap is hurt about getting left which is more of a given considering they've known each for 3 years already.

We see Ghost's disbelief that Soap will get out of this situation alive. In a strange way, this is also Ghost testing Soap. He wants to trust Soap, something that he more or less stated was hard for him to do. If Soap is that admirable/trustworthy man he saw in "El Sin Nombre" then Soap will do the impossible and survive.

Ghost scrambles to find an excuse for leaving him and plays his hand: that he's indeed taken a shine to Soap by admitting to trying to keep him alive. Soap calls him out and Ghost lies between his teeth about survival. As we established, Ghost could easily leave then wait around. Survival for Ghost is not an issue. In fact, his survival is threatened by staying longer than necessary.

Again, we see him deflect his attachment.

We see this happen multiple times over and in many forms even.

Another being Ghost's insistence to come across as a stone cold killer to Soap constantly. We see it in the horrible dog joke earlier, where Ghost leans into his willingness to kill pets if necessary, and more damnably here:

Soap: Yes... L.T., about to play rough with the Shadows...

Ghost: I like the sound 'o that.

Soap: Fashioned a trip mine...

Ghost: A man after my own heart...

At this point, the player has several dialogue options.

1. Soap: Thought you'd like that. Ghost: You thought right.

2. Soap: You have a heart? Ghost: A cold one...

3. Soap: That's a scary thought. Ghost: You learn fast, Johnny.

If we ignore the flirty banter in the first chunk and focus on the answers, we see that all three answers have an emphasis (some more than others) on how 'emotionless' and cold Ghost is. Ghost tells Soap he's dangerous, that he's a killer who enjoys making men afraid of him. That he has zero emotions—that he doesn't care. Which is so hilariously untrue of Ghost's actions and words towards Soap during this mission that I find it funny he even tried. Ghost cares. That's not in question here.

The bigger question is, does Soap buy Ghost's act?

That question is somewhat answered in the next mission, "Prison Break" but I will leave it for later analysis. (I'll get there I promise!)

Lets get back to more deflections wooh babey!

Cause we got this iconic example of Ghost's attachment and a deflection to talk about:

Ghost: Rain's good. It'll cover your tracks.

Soap: Covers theirs too...

Ghost: Let's worry about you, Johnny.

Soap: So, you do like me?

Ghost: I like you alive...

Soap asks multiple times if Ghost likes him now. He's very persistent. If Soap was attached to him before as a onesided friend, it's changing into something else now. With Ghost helping him, entertaining all his jokes, ACTUALLY matching his snark for the first time in 3 years, Soap can't help but push for more.

This mission is the first time we see Ghost have any sort of personality beyond brusque professionalism and Soap is delighted. If we consider "Kill or Capture" Ghost as default, then the past 3 years had Ghost cutting off any banter or just staying silent. This Ghost that has the most deadpan sense of humour is something new, something Soap wants to see more of.

That's why we see so much of what I can only describe unequivocally as "Very Flirty Behaviour" later.

Re iconic scenes:

Soap: I'm in the coffee shop.

Ghost: Get us a tea.

Soap: Fucking Brits... You're gonna owe me for this.

Ghost: Why?

Soap: We're fixing each other's problems.

Ghost: What's my problem?

Soap: The mask... Take it off...

Ghost: Show my face?

Soap: Yes, sir.

Ghost: Negative.

Soap: Are you ugly?

Ghost: Quite the opposite.

Soap: I doubt that.

And:

Soap: L.T.- I'm at the bar.

Ghost: You like tequila?

Soap: Could use one right about now.

Ghost: I'd murder for a whiskey.

Soap: You mean Scotch?

Ghost: I drink bourbon.

Soap: Like a good ol' boy...

Ghost: I love Kentucky.

Soap: You're out o' your mind, L.T.

Ghost: That's for sure.

Now what can we say of this? I see it as Soap testing the new boundaries of their relationship. We see this earlier with Soap's usage of 'Simon'. That effort was deflected. Using Ghost's name was too much and we see the LT make a joke that lands intentionally poorly.

But you know what doesn't land poorly? Very very blunt flirting. Soap goes for the throat and asks questions about Ghost he's probably always wondered.

As we see here in this other dialogue possibility:

Soap: L.T.- I'm at the bar.

Ghost: You like tequila?

Soap: No. Tastes like dog piss.

Ghost: I'll take your word for it.

Soap: Got a tactical use for dog piss?

Ghost: Wolf hunting. They follow the scent.

Soap: Do you hunt with the mask on?

Ghost: Naturally. The camo version.

Soap: I'll bet you sleep with that thing?

Ghost: Soundly.

Soap: You're out o' your mind, L.T.

Ghost: That's for sure.

Ghost isn't deflecting by making poor jokes or shutting it down. He's actually continuing the conversation. It's almost a strange sideways game of gay chicken, except the flirting is fine and even extended. It's when Soap gets too close emotionally (as seen in prior dialogue) that Ghost shuts it down.

The rest is fine, enjoyed even. The assortment of terrible "dad" jokes Ghost inflicts on Soap alongside the flirting Ghost does back to Soap shows Ghost's willingness to play along.

Ghost is having fun with Soap.

He's clearly getting a laugh out of how much he can make the sergeant roll his eyes. He's giving a taste of what he had to endure with Soap's constant prodding back to him. They are delineating the new boundaries of their relationship, redefining it and finding a kindred soul—someone who can match each other's snark and banter.

A good question to ask is why this didn't happen earlier in those 3 years? Soap is a cheeky lil shit. Ghost is secretly a snarky bastard. He's probably had all these rejoinders said back to Soap in his mind everytime Soap prodded him. They could match each others bark. Ghost knows this, but he refrained from joking back. Why?

Again, it's because he never saw Soap as anything else but a faceless soldier, one that wouldn't stop talking on comms and was too overly familiar with him. Soap likes to play with fire; testing a man known for being stone cold is something he would absolutely do. It's obvious emotional closeness is something Ghost avoids. Thus, it's something Soap would no doubt bug Ghost with. And the sergeant demonstrates it in "Kill or Capture" with his cheekiness, his unwanted touches, his gall to approach Ghost with more than a healthy respect for his skill.

But now, Ghost realises that Soap truly is more than what he thought for so long. He's even fun to be around. And an even more damning thought lays there in Ghost's mind.

What else was he wrong about too?

And so we get to near the end of the mission:

Soap: Think I found a way through, L.T.

Ghost: Shadows are everywhere. I'll hold 'em off until we RV in front of the church and secure a vehicle for exfil.

Soap: Roger that.

Ghost: Give 'em hell, Johnny- We're almost there.

Note the "we" there. It's stuck in Ghost's mind. They're a unit. Partners against the world.

And then finally:

Ghost: Johnny, stay close. Heads up for a vehicle we can take.

Eventually, Soap and Ghost reach a pickup truck nearby.

Ghost: Soap, pickup truck ahead. Lights on.

Soap: See it!

Ghost: I'll drive, Johnny- take shotgun!

Ghost uses 'we' again. He uses it plenty of times throughout the mission when he forgets himself and halfway steps into seeing them as more than reluctant teammates. But its contrasted with the next bit where he doesn't. And this is another defining moment for Ghost and Soap:

Soap and Ghost enter the truck with Soap in the passenger seat and Ghost behind the wheel.

Ghost: Alright, Johnny- You made it...

Soap: We made it, L.T.

We see the camera pan to Ghost, getting ready to drive. He tells Soap, "You made it..."

Soap proves himself to Ghost. He truly is that better man that Ghost saw a couple days back. Ghost is proven wrong in his quiet supposition that Soap won't make it: Johnny is worthy of his trust, his admiration. It's him alone, that managed to get out by himself.

But its not really.

And a pivotal moment that'll stick in Ghost's memories happens.

The camera pans to show what Ghost sees. And it's a compelling one.

Soap in that soft lighting, telling him that it's not Johnny who made it out alone. It's them both. "We made it, LT."

They're a team. Ghost and Soap aren't alone; they have each other.

If we think about the mission on a whole, we realise the irony of the mission's title. It's named "Alone". And we play as Soap being yes—alone. But he's actually not alone at all.

He has Ghost.

And it's only because of Ghost that Soap managed to survive. The title "Alone" becomes less that and more "Alone [together]".

The last scene really drives it through our head.

The truck comes under fire from the Shadows. Soap fires back with his pistol.

Ghost: Hold fast...!

Ghost puts the truck in reverse and runs over the two Shadows firing on them.

Soap: That's one way o' doin' it!

Soap spots a Shadow to the left of Ghost.

Soap: Get back!

Soap shoots and kills the Shadow.

Ghost: Thanks.

Soap: Drive- I'll cover us!

Here we end it off with Ghost and Soap united. Working as a newly minted team, a unit. Ghost saved Soap's life by sticking back and waiting for him. Soap pays the favour back by saving Ghost from getting shot. They're equals, partners. From here on out it's SoapAndGhost against the world.

For the sake of not making this post even longer and giving a moment for people to digest, I'll split this right here.

I'll put the actual discussion of Soap and Ghost's relationship so far into the next post. In it, I'll answer the question we all had in our minds, "Did something romantic happen between Ghost and Soap after the events of 'alone'?" I'll go over what I mostly avoided here, which is Soap's motivations/characterization. I've mostly focused on Ghost's though this post. Gotta make one on Soap.

Right so on to the alone part (2.3) lol 😂. When I get there.

Any comments, arguments, concerns, feel free to ask.

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