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The mission was not going well.
“Hey…Hey…Come on.”
They already lost a few rookies.
“Johnny…fuckin’ wake up.”
They didn’t even get the right intel.
“Johnny…please…”
The mission was never going well.
“JOHNNY…WAKE UP…”
He didn’t wake up.
“Johnny…no, no…please…don’t leave me…”
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It has been 5 hours since the ray of sunshine Johnny MacTavish had passed away. The flight going back home was hell to say the least. Ghost never once let go of Johnny, holding him dearly, holding his growingly colder hand, caressing his face. When they landed it was even more difficult Ghost didn’t want to let them take him, Price had a difficult time restraining him, and many people got punches to the face until they sedated Ghost.
Word spread like viruses, until the entire base new Johnny died. All his rookies were distraught, all of 141 were hysterical. Ale and Rudy were not taking it well, first flight over they came. Laswell was overseas as well and made her way back with something for Simon.
It was now 10 hours since Johnny passed. Ghost was holed up in Johnny’s room not moving from his bed, and Price was at the desk keeping an eye on him. Ghost hadn’t eaten, hadn’t showered, hadn’t spoken, hadn’t done anything but lay with Johnny clothes.
A faint knock on the door echoed in the room. Laswell strolled in holding two items. She glanced at Price and gave a small nod, and walked over to Ghost and sat down on the bed. “I know this is really hard…but you need to have this…John told me to give this to you as soon as I could.” She stated placing a letter carefully beside Ghost’s head. “Also, these.” She muttered, and a small jingle clattered through the room. She placed them on the letter and left.
Ghost picked up the dog tags and tears welled in his eyes rushing to escape his eyes. He carefully thumbed over the engraving, ‘John MacTavish’. Choked sobs filled the room as he clenched the tags in his hand holding it to his heart.
It was now 14 hours since Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish had passed away. Ghost hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten, hadn’t taken his mask off. Simon was dead once and for all. Price was still there napping on the couch; Ghost’s gaze met the letter beside his head. He sat up and picked the letter up and read ‘Simon’ on the envelope, he slowly opened it up and took the letter out.
Tears fell from his swollen eyes as he read.
Dear Simon.
If you’re reading this, than I passed. I am sorry I failed you, I failed to come back home with you. Simon Riley, you are the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes upon, I still remember the first time you showed your face in las almas, man I was so happy and lovestruck.
I have and ALWAYS will love you Simon, I love you so fucking much, m’eudail you made me the happiest man ever, you were so kind, sweet, gentle. Just everything I could ever ask for. And I just love you so much.
Now first of all I want you to go eat because I know you haven’t, and I want you to shower, and get some fresh air. I need you to let Price take care of you okay, make sure you eat, talk to Price when you need to, Simon, I don’t want you to wither away in my room my love, it’s difficult I know but please for me I need you to live. Live a good life I’m sorry I’m not there anymore but please take acre of yourself.
If there is an afterlife, I don’t want to be seeing you anytime soon, you and I both know how much Price cares for you, so let him care for you love.
When I first met you, I was so excited, to be able to meet the legendary ‘Ghost’. And then I laid my eyes upon yours and I thought they were the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, you were so tall and muscular, and the mask. You were just my type.
When we first kissed it was amazing, you were so gentle and sweet. When we went on our first date it was so fun. When we had our first night together, you were so gentle to me. I just love everything about you Simon. I love when you would huff and grunt whilst doing paperwork, I love when you squeeze my thigh when you were anxious, I love when you would kiss my forehead every night before bed, I loved when you let me wear and steal all your hoodies, I loved when you would take your mask off and be vulnerable around me, you trusted me, I love that only you can call my Johnny. I loved everything about you Simon. I love you so much, words can’t describe how much I love you.
Please, please, please, take care of yourself and let others help you. Simon, I love you so much and I can’t bare the thought of you not taking care of yourself. This is silly but if you go to my closet and open it, go to the bottom near my hoodies behind them is a little box and inside that box is my childhood toy it’s a little bunny called fufu. Take care of her and she’ll take care of you, my love.
I wish we could have spent our entire lives together, living back in Scotland on a nice big property. Maybe have some sheep, and we’d have a cat. I’m sorry you have to read this, I’m sorry I didn’t make it home.
M’eudail, I love you so fucking much, Simon I fucking love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, promise me you’ll let Price take care of you.
I’m sorry Simon. I love you so much.
Love your dearest boyfriend, Johnny MacTavish.
Simon rushed out of the bed running to the closet, tearing it open and carefully moving his hoodies to find the little box, he opened it. There was a little note that said, ‘To my M’eudail I love you.’ Simon carefully pulled the bunny from the box and broke down crying. Sobs and screams escaped his mouth, Price leapt up off the couch and came to Simon with open arms pulling him in.
“It’s ok…you’re ok…shhhh…”