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Simon never thought he was worthy of another’s love. He never talked much, never showed his face, never even cared to show emotion.
All that had changed when a certain Scottish man had entered his life.
Johnny had been full of life. Smiling and joking around even on missions. And Ghost fell in love with it, with him.
Ghost had let himself be consumed by the warmth of Johnny.
Even if he had only shared his burning love in Johnny’s final moments. It was better than leaving them at his grave.
And Ghost knew this. He knew that, even if they had been the final words Soap heard, Johnny would die knowing he was love.
Ghost didn’t consider himself so lucky. The only blip of love he thought he had gotten was that horrid day Johnny died. Ghost was wrong.
Over the last year he had been loved by so many. It wasn’t a romantic love, that was for Johnny of course, but Price, Gaz, even Alejandro and Rodolfo, had considered Ghost family.
This realization only hit Ghost in his last moments alive.
Darkness had started to cloud over his eyes, and his breaths became ragged.
Gently, Ghost turned his head to the side. He thought he would be greeted with nothing but a blank wall. What he saw instead was the only thing Ghost could have wished for. It was perfection.
Ghost saw Johnny. He didn’t look angelic or heavenly, just plain old Johnny.
The Johnny Ghost loved so much.
He was just lying next to Ghost; a peaceful glow surrounded him.
Johnny didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
Ghost was coming to terms with his death, and seeing Johnny was the only thing he wanted to see.
Blackness finally shrouded all his vision.
Ghost’s heart beat the last few times.
That was okay. Ghost was okay with dying.
Johnny made it hurt less than Ghost thought it would.
The last thing Ghost felt was Soap caressing his hand.
It was all Ghost needed.
He had died being loved by so many.