Tw for suicidal thoughts.
soap had done anything he could to slowly start breaking down ghosts walls, he was jealous of how easily roach had done it. He went at his own pace to make sure not to pressure ghost, listening to everything he had to say in their very small and rare conversations though Simon had always been to muffled to be understood through that infamous skull balaclava he wore every hour of the day. He wouldn't even be surprised if ghost slept in the damn thing.
John waited patiently until one day, there was a crack. Soap had finally noticed a beam of light in ghost one day, finally allowing the man to take ghost's balaclava off. He grab the back of it gently and slowly pulling it off of his head. Placing the fabric on the nearest surface, soap moved his hands to the sides of simons face, sitting there admiring and taking in the new found information of simons features.
Soap pulled the taller man into an affectionate embrace, holding him close for a good minute.
so much he wanted to say, "you're gorgeous" "you're hair is soft" "I love your features" so much he wanted to tell. But he couldn't, so he didn't. He kept his mouth shut. He couldn't step over the boundaries and ruin the friendship he's built over the past years with this man he loved and cared for oh so much.
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Johnny refused to become another reason ghost couldn't sleep at night, he couldn't end up like roach. Ghost doesn't need that type of disappointment and sadness to flow over him anymore then it has with past experiences and friendships and maybe relationships.
He did everything he could to stay alive, and I mean everything.
Bang.
A gun shot.
He was shot.
Johnny felt that oh so familiar shock wave of pain flow over his body mainly his shoulder which is where the bullet had laid. He dropped his gun and quickly looked around for ghost in a panic completely ignoring his severely injured shoulder. He spotted ghost and quickly made his way to a place to rest before seeing ghost rushing towards him.
Ghost sat soap down, leaning over him and placing a hand on his not so injured shoulder as soap brought his hand to put pressure on his wounded shoulder.
"You alright, Johnny?"
Soap could sense the amount of panic in simons voice but that's not what's important, he smiled and looked ghost in the eyes. A genuine smile.
"I'll live, Si" soap huffed out in a softer voice then normal obviously trying to calm not only himself but ghost aswell.
Ghost leaned in and practically hugged John, carefully placing his head on the man's injured shoulder. "Let's head home Johnny." Simon whispered.
"That's the plan, sir." Soap smiled, the same heartwarming genuine smile he has most of the time.
Ghost stopped breathing as heavily as he had been before.
Hell, I think he stopped breathing.
I think he stopped breathing.
Soap panicked, feeling ghosts heartbeat begin to slow down.
"Ghost?"
Simons body slide down soaps figure, head landing on his stomach.
Johns smile faded, his heart dropped. He felt warm tears stroll down his face and soak the back of ghosts head.
ghost had been shot, he bled out in johnnys arms.
He was oblivious to the severe injury his partner had faced resulting in him dieing under his watch.
