42screamingbees.bsky.social
In a constant state of thinking about COD // 25
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???? Holy shit
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Thank you so much ❤️ it’s one of my favourite tropes as well, I’m so glad I’ve done it well ❤️❤️
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❤️❤️❤️ thank you!!
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❤️❤️❤️ They just needed a little nudging to finally confess
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The boys barely escape once more, but at least this time together ❤️
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❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much!
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“No regrets.” Johnny agreed with a blindly beautiful smile full of more love than he could ever have hoped for. “Not anymore.”
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“Every word.” Ghost replied quickly, as if he would ever take it back. Not now that he had Johnny, now that he had everything he so desperately revered for so long. “No more regrets.”
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It was silent as the door shut for only a moment, “Did you mean it?” Soap asked, meeting Ghost’s eyes for only a moment before staring at the wall next to Ghost’s head.
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Gaz sighed heavily, and nodded. Then a small secret grin. “I’ll go tell the captain you’re both awake. He’ll want to talk to you guys.” He left quickly, but not without another smile to the both of them.
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“But we did.” Soap spoke up, grabbing at his friend’s shoulder. “You weren’t too late, and you saved us.”
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“It was a miracle nothing collapsed or shifted while we dug you out.” He admitted, and Ghost noticed then how scared Gaz’s eyes were. “You two barely made it.”
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Gaz spoke, though Ghost struggled to tear himself from Johnny. “We picked up your com device a couple of times, and tracked it back to the demo site. After a lot of digging, we found you two on the brink of death.”
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“How?” His voice was rough when he spoke, eyes glued to Soap. He looked rough, eyes baggy and paler than he had ever seen. But he was *alive*. They both were.
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As he sat up, he noticed the figure in the bed across from him, facing away and chatting softly with Gaz.
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He reached down, still expecting to find Johnny there, but his hands found nothing but empty space and a threaded blanket.
Glancing around for the first time, he realized he was in a hospital bed, wrapped in blankets and IVs.
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Ghost chuckled, and leaned to kiss him on the forehead. “I promise.”
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It was light when Ghost awoke, incessant beeping syncing with the pounding in his skull.
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“I love you too.” The words came slowly, muddled and exhausted. “And I’ll find you. Wherever we end up, in Heaven or another life, I’ll find you.” A small laugh. “Maybe you’ll confess your love sooner, next time.”
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“I love you.” Ghost muttered, half asleep and falling quickly. His fingers slowed, scrapping less and less with each pass.
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Eventually, they pulled apart, both drowsy and weak. Soap curled up, head on Ghost’s lap, and Ghost threaded his fingers through Johnny’s hair, slightly combing his fingers through.
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Lips became salty with tears, both unaware they were crying. Caring fingers wiped them away from Ghost’s face, and he couldn’t help the shaking of silent sobs between breaths as they kissed.
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Johnny was as perfect as he always imagined, always hoped he would find out. Even through chapped cracked lips and suffocation, it was one of the best moments Ghost thought he had ever had.
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Their lips met, dusty and bloody. Moving slowly, so slowly, they fell between each other, learning the shape and feel of the othet. Ghost forced the fog from his mind; making himself present for every moment he dreamed of.
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“Longer than you can imagine. You’ve held my heart in your hands for so long, it’s become yours.” He was inches away from Ghost now, sharing the same breath. “You’ve loved me just by holding onto it.”
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Ghost didn’t know if it was the beginnings of the lack of oxygen, or his own nervousness, but his short hurried breath surely gave him away as he leaned forward. “Would you have wanted this? Me?”
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“Of course you tell me now.” Soap breathed with a chuckle, hand twisting amongst the straps on Ghost’s vest. “You can die with one less regret, if you want.”
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Soap leaned into his touch, raising his own free hand to Ghost’s stomach. Soap shifted, easing himself to face Ghost without breaking their contact.
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Ghost’s fingertips traced the patterns on Soap’s face, lines etched deep and scars softly raised. His fingers stalled near Soap’s lips, gently outlining the soft skin. “I regret not knowing how to love you like you deserve.”
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Soap’s breath caught in his throat, a loud gasp amongst the rubble and stale air. Ghost’s heart beat rapidly in his chest; a hummingbird desperate to free itself, to chase what it wanted so badly.
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Ghost unlatched their hands, and blindly reached towards Soap’s face. Stroking a cheek, he muttered. “I don’t regret a moment with you, even this one.”
“I regret that I never let myself love you.”
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“Me?” Soap asked, and then laughed. “Suppose I wasn’t very good backup, considering we’re in this mess.” His words were sour, full of regret and resignation.
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Ghost debated lying, throwing a random moment or decision out as an offering. But in the last hours they had, he couldn’t bear the weight of that one regret. “You.” He admitted after several moments, and he felt Soap stiffen under his hands.
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“Any regrets?” Soap asked a short while later, his own hand wrapping around Ghost’s free one. Soap’s hands were gritty and uncomfortably warm. Ghost held on tighter.
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The silence built between them again, though it was comforting now with his thin grasp on what Ghost had always wanted in his hands.
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“Can’t say I thought about it much.” Ghost admitted quietly, thumb stroking lightly over Soap’s hip. The man didn’t protest, so Ghost didn’t stop. “Figured it would be in the field, so it never mattered much.”
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Ghost couldn’t help but lean in further, wrapping an arm around Soap’s side. If these were his last hours on Earth, he wasn’t going to restrain himself as he should.
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“I never really thought this is how I’d go out.” Soap says, breaking the silence. His voice was low, nearly a whisper as he leaned his head on Ghost’s shoulder.
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But it never happens. Not a word, no static, and no sign that they’ll be saved before running out of air.
Eventually, hours later, they’re both still. Waiting patiently for someone to show up, be it their captain or Death.
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Occasionally a broken up beep would escape the device, and his only goal was getting it working enough to send out an SOS. Hopefully Price would hear his device going off as an indicator of life, and send someone out for them.
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It got to be nearly six hours underground from what Ghost could guess, and he had begun fiddling with his comms device again in any effort to call for help.
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They went on like that for an unknown amount of time. The only thing breaking up the shitty humour and loud protests about the shitty humour was crumbling rock raining down occasionally and deep booming from above.
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Soap groaned loudly, and pushed Ghost’s arm. They both must have been creeping closer, because they now sat only a foot apart, the sides of their legs nearly touching.
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“I’d take suffocation over listening to you.” Johnny replied, but there was humor in the words so Ghost began again.
“What did the scarecrow win an award for?” Three beats, and then, “For being outstanding in his field.”
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“Do you want another?” Ghost asked, moving a bit closer to Johnny again. He hoped the distraction would be good, but he would use up more of their oxygen while they waited for help that probably wasn’t coming.
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Soap snorted quietly, and a wide grin spread across Ghost’s face in response. Even in situations like this, lives hanging in the balance between two concrete beams, the very hint of Soap’s laugh could wring a smile from Ghost.
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Ghost could barely see Soap even ten feet away from him, so he scooted closer. “A nomad.”
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“What do you call a traveler that never gets angry?” The words were out of his mouth, filling the silence between the two like a blanket.
A beat went by with no response, and then a scratchy, “I don’t know, Sir. What?”
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Ghost didn’t know what to do besides conserve air and maybe wait for a rescue. But it was impossible for him to sit there, useless, while he listened to Soap’s muttered prayers again.
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Otherwise it was a silent doom. Ghost had stopped trying to get his broken comm working hours ago, and he couldn’t move without risking anymore building giving way from above.