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“Soap has been shot!” Was all that rang through Ghost's ears as he made his way through a broken building, Enemies lingered around every corner.
Ghost was searching for Soap, he needed to find him he would not let him die, not when there was still a chance. Ghost searched through several rooms, killing any enemy that got in the way.
He was going by a random house when he heard gasps and moaning. Ghost immediately stopped and walked towards that house, the front door was missing and the windows shattered.
He looked in and saw Soap, lying on his back, blood covering his face as he coughed it up. Ghost's heart stopped, and he ran over to Soap, falling to his knees.
“John, I’m here, it’ll be okay,” Simon said as he caressed John’s face for a moment to calm the confused man.
“Si-“ John tried to say but his blood was choking him. Simon's tears were spilling down his cheeks.
“Shhh, don’t talk,” Simon said as he pulled off Johnny's tactical vest, revealing his gunshot wounds. Multiple.
John had 3 separate gunshot wounds. One right above his waist, one through his shoulder, and another under his heart.
He wouldn’t make it, he lost too much blood. Simon's sobbing became more audible. The pain and reality of losing Johnny overtook any instinct Ghost ever had.
Which is why Ghost didn’t notice the enemy soldier come up from behind him.
Simon’s body shook as two shots went through his back. Soap cried out as Simon fell on his back. But before the soldier could take the kill shot, Simon pulled out his gun and shot the soldier in the head.
Ghost after dropping the handgun tried to get up, but the blood started to ooze onto his stomach. Simon then realized the pain that shot through his body. But the only thing on his mind was John.
Simon turned his head to look at the man next to him. His eyes met the soft blue of his lover. Blood stained Soap’s pale skin.
“Simon,” John muttered, and at that moment John was the strong one. Soap slowly turned himself onto his stomach, the pain audible in his movements.
He dragged himself over to Simon, the soft sound of their cries mixed. Simon's eyes met Johns again as John held himself up over the other man.
“I’m sorry Si,” John muttered through his sobs, Simon reached up to run his hand across John’s face.
“It’s okay…at least we’re together,” Simon said as his thumb ran over John’s bloody lips.
John’s lip quivered as he pulled up Ghost’s mask enough to see his mouth. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Simon's lips, he responded to the kiss and gripped Soap tightly.
“I’m sorry I couldn't keep our promise,” Simon said as John pulled away. That made the tears fall again.
Their promise, Simon said to John that after this Mission he would retire, retire with John. They would get married, and get a home in Scotland, a house that was tiny and in the countryside away from anyone.
Simon made that promise, and he believed it would happen, that they would be able to leave this job, be safe for once, and settle down, maybe adopt a dog…or a kid.
But that promise broke as both their blood mixed on the ground beneath them.
“It was crazy, but it was real, everything seemed possible since I met you Si,” John said as his body started to put more weight on Simon.
“Johnny, I love you so much,” Simon said in a quiet voice. John slid the rest of Simon’s mask off, to be able to stare at Simon’s face one more time, his beautiful face.
“I love you so much more, Simon Riley,” John said, his breathing becoming raspy.
John collapsed onto the man below him, his face resting next to Simon’s. They breathed in sync, Simon’s found Soap’s back, and held him gently, as John placed gentle kisses against Simon's jaw.
“John Riley sounds perfect,” John said as his eyes started to become foggy. Simon smiled lightly, and he started to realize that he was not laying on hard concrete but on soft sheets, he was laying in bed, with Soap laying right next to him.
“Goodnight Johnny,”
“Goodnight Si,”
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Price and Gaz were catching their breath after they killed the last enemy soldier. They came back to their senses and started to call out through their radios.
“All units respond?” Price said He got multiple answers in response, from all units. But two people didn't respond.
“Soap, Ghost respond?” Price said. Quiet, just static. But Price just rolled his eyes.
He looked over to Gaz who was already looking in his direction, “Probably broke their damn Radios again.” Price grumbled, and Gaz smirked.
Price and Gaz started their search for the two missing men. They tried to use thermal as they went by the houses, but the first two houses picked up nothing. But as they came upon one of the tinier buildings 2 dots appeared on the screen, but it was barely picking it up.
“There,” Price said pointing towards the house, Gaz nodded and they headed closer. As they neared the building something didn't feel right, it was too quiet, if it was Soap and Ghost they would at least be talking or moving, but there was nothing.
Price and Gaz pulled out their gun, it could be an enemy soldier waiting for other people to come in. The two nodded to each other before walking in, they scanned the room looking for anyone hiding, but they found no one.
Before Price was going to leave the building, Gaz grabbed his arm tightly. That's when Price’s eyes found the 2 bodies on the ground.
Soap and Ghost.
Price’s heart dropped, he hurried over to the bodies and kneeled to find their pulse.
“C’mon guys, please, c’mon,” Price muttered frantically to himself. But as his finger met Soap’s wrist and then Ghost’s, he was met with nothing.
Gaz came to Price’s side and looked at his two teammates on the ground in front of him.
“Their gone.” That was all Price said. His men were dead, his most talented and best men were dead, at his feet.
“Get medic,” Price ordered Gaz, the younger man nodded and placed a comforting hand on Price’s shoulder.
He reached up with his other hand to hold down his radio.
“This is Bravo five, Medic request,” Gaz said, and they sat for a second in silence.
“Medic request approved, soldiers alive or dead?” The voice said in response.
Gas hesitated before responding, “Dead,”
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The funeral service for Soap was quiet. The traditional send-off for a soldier.
Price, Gaz, Laswell, her wife, Alejandro, and Rudy sat in the front. The casket slowly lowered into the ground as Soap's only family stood next to the grave, sobbing.
What looked to be Soap’s sister and Mother stood holding each other, as Soap's nephew was standing next to him, he didn’t seem to understand what was going on and why his mom and grandma were crying.
Laswell drew Price’s attention away from them by grabbing his hand.
“They're at peace,” Laswell said. Price nodded.
Price and his team were the only ones that knew of the two bodies in that casket. Price wouldn’t dare separate them, and Simon Riley has been dead for years.
“I know,”
So they sat quietly as they started to dump dirt back into the grave and they sat quietly as Soap's family left.
They only stepped up when everyone was gone. Price gripped Soap's dog tag in his hand.
“I’m so sorry, John…Simon,” Price's facade broke, quiet sobs flowed through the group of soldiers mourning their dead.