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Loving a person to the extreme is not to die for him, but to live for him.
Because living requires courage more than death.
Doing high-risk jobs requires practicing goodbye more often than the average person, and experienced people will advise young people to get used to it, because it will becomes routine, and it must be admitted that nothing is worse than get used to death.
Life is too fragile to take away by death easily, some people think that death is unfair, always take away their loved ones, and those who should not be alive continue to taste oxygen, what they don't know is that the thoughts and love for the deceased are their value.
And the living villains, those who hold hatred and murder for them, are the dancing executioner.
Fear is also a human shortcoming, but what about Ghost? Are Ghost scared too? Afraid of losing something?
Anyone who has met him will conclude without thinking that he is fearless, fear is not in his dictionary. Fear is a meeting gift he brings to others.
HE BECOMES A GHOST STORY TOLD BY HIS ENEMIES IN THE DARK.
NAMED GHOST.
It doesn't matter if it's true or not, it's real enough for them.
Childhood trauma, brainwashing, betrayal, broken families, and ultimately alone.
Ghost once said that the mask was meant to commemorate a dead friend, who was the driving force behind Ghost's birth.
Like the plants of the forest, the rain, the sun, and the growth of time.
Ghost is the product of tragedy and death, the tragedy of the family, the death of Simon Riley.
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Ghost thought it would be the same for the rest of his life until John Price recruited him to Task Force 141.
Things have turned,141 unlike any unit he had been in, did not have a boss who was full of justice, but did nothing, and instead put his members first and would give care to, Captain Price. Who would care like an old father.
Not talk too much, but when you needed him, absolutely reliable teammate Gaz.
And the little brat, sergeant Soap Mactavish, who was impressed and not very likable at the first meeting.
141 always brings Ghost an indescribable feeling, not used to it, especially Soap, Soap is a peculiar existence for Ghost, he is always confused about how he managed to survive to this point, of course, Soap is a qualified soldier, excellent combat results, strong strength, beautiful marksmanship, beautiful ... Face?
"Fucking hell" Ghost realizes that things are not quite right, never influences his opinion of others with his personal feelings, not even consider developing relationships with people.
Physical contact is not his style, and he is reluctant to let others close to his heart, partly because he is self-defeating, and partly because he does not want others to see the dirty marks on his body and soul.
But everything was different and difficulty with SOAP, and Ghost felt more and more strange , looking at the weird Mohican head, always trying to reach out and mess with it, but always stopped at the last moment.
If the other person is not in sight, the heart just can't be still. Get injured. Ran to him desperately, hiding his fear by blaming him.
He would rather get the bullet for him. Ghost doesn't care about himself, he only cares if the hard-balanced world around him will be destroyed. The most painful thing is not that you never got it, but that you got the best, and now it's all gone. Simon once had his own happiness, but like a rising tide, it reached the river of stars at dawn, and at low tide, only burned oxygen and a few corpses remained.
After the mission, 141 routine gathered in the bar, the sound of conversation, the knocking of glass, the chaos haunted in Ghost's mind, even if military life slightly alleviated the fear of the crowd, but trapped in a space for a long time, the giggle exacerbated Ghost's head pain, he needed to escape briefly, so he touched his back pocket, took out the cigarette case, and walked to the door.
The cool outdoor air contrasted with the indoor temperature, and through the fabric, Ghost gulped in the night's oxygen, as if the moonlit air was fresher, or just delusional. Ghost moved to the alley next to the bar, and the noise inside the bar flowed outside, but not enough to disturb the quiet sleeping streets and people, and nicotine became the second taste that spread in Ghost's mouth after bourbon.
“Didn’t invite me?”
Soap walked out of the bar, humming a song so that the gunshot wound wouldn't affect him, and the charm of the smile on his face still made Ghost think he was beautiful, especially in the moonlight of the night, oh but he wouldn't admit it.
“I’m used to working alone. Besides, you're not a smoker.”
After becoming aware of his feelings, Ghost tries to keep his distance, carefully keeping the balance balanced. SOAP is not only good at exploding, he is also good at destroying Ghost's private space, SOAP inadvertently breaks into his nervous nerves that always ignite his tension, when SOAP takes the initiative to get close, Ghost thinks that it should be okay to take a step closer, but is afraid that he will drag the other party into the abyss, forcing the other party to the tragedy of his own past, so he stops behind him again and again one meter away from the other.
“It's all bullshit, give me one.”
Soap laughed and hung Ghost's arm and reached for one from the cigarette case.
Ghost ignited SOAP, the faint glow of the flame swaying between the two, and the brief silence was cut by SOAP's violent cough, stimulating the spicy smoke to hit the throat, causing a little tear to squeeze out of the corner of Soap's eye.
“Steamin bloody jesus.”
Soap coughed and cursed, looking at the person in front of him, Ghost chuckled helplessly.
“Don’t die on me, Johnny.”
Ghost put the cigarette to his mouth and took a sip, when the smoke just arrived and trapped in his mouth, Soap grabbed Ghost's collar, and the distance disappears to fast that Ghost couldn't react, Soap stole the smoke that originally belonged to Ghost's. Slightly open mouth, and inhaled it into his own mouth, the spicy taste did not completely disappear, but slightly eased the impact force, Soap seemed to taste the faint aroma of bourbon, or it was just Ghost.
“That’s better.”
Soap's thick and shameless smile evoked a corner of Ghost's deep lust, and Soap didn't know what he was doing, or just the opposite, knew how much his actions could affect him.
And it was as if it was not gravity that caught him in that moment, but Johnny.
“You did it on purpose.”
Ghost said in a growling low tone, which made Ghost angry, the other party had no idea how much effort he had put into forcing herself away from him in order to alleviate the guilt, but the other person repeatedly crossed the blocking line and opened the door that said it was forbidden to enter, as if the other party was saying that there was no other way to get away from me except to slit my throat.
“Am I, LT?”
Soap looked at Ghost and took another sip of the cigarette in his hand, this time taking the smoke in his mouth and blowing it towards the man who was staring at him.
The fabric does not filter the smell of smoke, but makes the smell more strong, whether it is the psychological effect or everything about Soap, which makes Ghost crazy.
"You drunk sergeant. You gonna regret this."
Ghost growled slightly, convincing himself that the other was now unconscious and didn't mean that.
Ghost can come up with a hundred reasons to reject that Soap is interesting to him.
But what happened next, no longer admit that he was the dumbest fool on earth.
"Maybe I'm a little bit drunk, but I know what I’m doing, sir."
Soap Gin's flirtatious tone hooked the other person's heart.
"Yeah? What are you doing than."
"Inviting. Inviting you to kiss me."
"Just a kiss?"
Ghost slowly approached each other and pushed Balaclava to his nose.
"No... I want more... kiss me and make me yours. "
The two lips meet, greedily tasting each other's tastes.
Long-accumulated desires spread in the middle.
Last night's dream, the next day became real. It's a magical thing.
They seem to have the world's time, only each other, enjoying each other's smell.
Hope to be tainted with his taste, want to be possessed.
Want to give him the body, mind, and soul. Want to be he’s.
Hopefully he can take me.
Is all this too greedy?
Ghost didn't know, he only knew that who dared to take it all, even if chasing to the end of hell, He will let the blade meet the arteries.