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Every day was like hell. Every day was an experience of something terrible.
John MacTavish was afraid, he didn't want that one day he wouldn't see next to him the 6'4 pound bastard whom he loved more than life, for whom he was ready to give everything: life, body, mind, soul...
Soap always knew Ghost's feelings, from that day in Las Almas, he usually joked privately with Ghost by mentioning that messiah. After all, it was from that very moment that they both felt a spark forming between them. Price like a prophet, guessed from the very moment about such a situation, Gaz became even more attentive to Soap because of Ghost who literally will not allow a single living creature to harm him, his Johnny, only his Johnny.
Dissonance arose precisely at the moment when 141 went to hot spots, one of these “spots” was the mission to capture Makarov, whose person caused the world the greatest "discomfort"
Full mobilization. Price's first order. Soap did not remember how they were already sitting on the army plane, but he remembered the piercing look of Gosut, in whose eyes there was a storm of emotions that no one could discern except scot.
"Aye, bonnie, have ya always been this moody?" - Soap suddenly asked, blissfully placing his legs on the briton's lap.
“Since I was born” he answered clearly, pressing the man’s legs.
Scot only laughed even more as he continued to admire the englishman’s eyes dark as darkness.
"Such big bampot, Lt"
"Only your's, Johnny" - the blond said squinting his eyes.
"Aye, Och, yer talking oot yer arse."
The MacTavish greedily kissed Ghost.
Soap slowly moved towards his goal. While Milena in every possible way refused to answer the specific location of Makarov, the scot was only trying in every possible way to convince the woman or intimidate her, but apparently Ghost did it better.
"Ah... Soap, do you hear that?"
Laswell's voice was clearly heard in Soap's earpiece, who clenched his lips and slowly leaned on the back of the chair, clearly understanding where the whole situation was leading.
"I did"
"Let's make this personal" - Laswell ordered.
Ghost slowly walked towards the cattle and directed his piercing gaze at the russian women, who was just asking for an excellent blow to the face, at least that’s what Soap thought, whose nerves were on edge.
A man with a mohawk sharply typed into the computer the swiss bank account that Milena so desperately treasured.
Swiss bank. As soon as the word was mentioned, the brunette’s eyes widened.
"Money's hardly been touched" - Ghost ask.
"It will be"
"Who the hell do you think you are?!"
After excellent abuse at her own expense and furious anger Milena refused to answer.
"I fought for it! I earned it!"
"One more pushe and we got her..." - Kate's instructive voice continues to disturb Soap. The situation is getting damn tense.
"Last call or he takes over"
"I'm as good as dead without my money. I need my money!" Milena shouted.
"We need Makarov. Where is he?"
Ghost leaned closer to the "captive's" face, dominating and ruling over everyone and everything.
"Vostok!"
The women sharply closed her eyes, regretting what she had said. "Pure dead brilliant, Lt" In Ghost's eyes there was only coldness and a reasonable attitude towards their work. This is exactly what MacTavish admired; for the scot, Simon Ghost Riley was an unconquerable mountain that our eejit longed to conquer. Surprisingly, he succeeded, he was able to melt the heart of the snow king...
"Ye binnae how I love ye, Simon"
Soap and Ghost headed towards the exit, after which the demolition man glanced at his partner out of the corner of his eye. Just for him. On his Ghost. On his Simon. To his moon, he was everything to him...
Simon is pacing lazily like a cat in Soap's apartment. Glasgow was perhaps a noisy city, as was one of it's residents - Johnny, to be specific - yesterday these two bastards made a noise, causing further discord among the neighbors.
...But now there was silence and peace in the apartment, which were alien to Ghost. It was difficult for Simon to find a sense of calm; usually he was always waiting for the next wave of problems and a storm of hassle.
"Dae ye ken wit time it is?"
The ringing accent made the tall man turn around.
"It's almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Jhonny"
Simon slowly pours water into the kettle for tea, and then he carefully begins to prepare coffee for his beloved. He couldn't tolerate milk, only coffee. Black, as Johnny sometimes liked to joke, “I want coffee like your soul” - the result was coffee like this.
"Aye... That was good craic last night, eh?"
Soap joked, circling his hand around the blond's waist.
"Right. But I sincerely feel sorry for your neighbors, love"
The ghost noticed how the scotsman's rough hand slowly passed over the scars on his face, leaving some patterns.
"Boke! I love you, big bastard. Let them y'all know how nice it was for both of us yesterday. C'mere'
The older man ran his tattooed hand over his beloved's body, then diligently allowed the sergeant to eagerly run his tongue over his lips, biting them sweetly.
Moving away from each other, the lieutenant suddenly asked:
"Do you know what the night walk dogs are called?"
"Seriously?"
"Dogs shift"
"Simon"
"I love you, Johnny"
Soap loved this cold-blooded bastard, along with his scars, character and manchester accent.
"No! Jhonny! Price!"
Ghost will not forget how Makarov shot Soap, his damn Johnny.
Blood flowed from the sergeant's head onto the hands of Simon, who, like an animal, rushed towards Makarov with all ease.
Meanwhile, Gaz and Price desperately waited for the doctors, holding back the flow of blood. They felt the pulse. Slow and excessive breathing. Hope. MаcTavish desperately clung to life, grasping in every way...
The Ghost’s hands held the russian’s neck in a firm grip, who didn’t even resist, but just smiled all over his face.
"Yes... This is exactly it, a spectacle for which it was worth coming. Now I see a real monster, oh, Simon Riley. You have surpassed everyone..."
Ghost just began to slowly cut Makarov, playing with the blade on his body, until he brought the knife to his throat, whispering:
"I am your death"
Blood. It was everywhere, even on my trousers. Ghost did not remember the caphony of sounds, he forgot how Gaz and Price followed the doctors who carefully carried his Johnny...
Ghost felt gentle touches, they were warm and pleasant. Simon was wearing an ordinary medical mask and a sweatshirt; he had not left Soap’s room for days, as if guarding him for fear of losing him again.
The blond dozed off for a while after feeling someone’s prying eyes, Ghost froze. His heart stopped in an instant.
Johnny looked at him with a weak smile on his face, the scotman’s face was filled with fatigue and some melancholy, but he was too happy to think about what happened to him. He saw the man he had always loved.
"Johnny"
Both men pressed themselves gently against each other, leaving marks on their skin. Simon felt his beloved's hot tears fall onto his fingers.
This moment was wonderful, it could touch the soul of anyone watching.
Only two hearts, reunited, found peace again.
Light filtered through the blinds, playing with Soap's back and leaving unusual patterns.
Simon Riley watched in awe as the muscle-covered body turned over to face him.
The scot smiled sleepily as he greeted his lover.
"My Sun"
Ghost gently ran his finger over the scar left on the man’s head and then sweetly and languidly drew the younger man into a pleasant kiss, giving a storm of emotions.
A faint smile painted both their faces.
"Tomorrow we will no longer live here. Therefore, we should wrap up, and then we can continue our “morning routine”
Soap ran his hand along his beloved's back, going down to his left hand, where there was a tattoo on his entire arm and then a silver wedding ring, which they exchanged four days ago. Exactly, they will soon have a wedding with all its delights, but to be honest, it was a burden for Simon to realize that the Johnn family and Gaz, Price and Nick would be with them... A rotten introvert, but Soap’s extroversion won this time.
Ghost was convinced by the traditional scottish kilt on his future husband.