Pact of Ice and Fire (SOAPGHOST)

CHAPTER 9. REFORGE

Ghost had liberated the base and came up with nothing.

Nothing.

Not a damn thing.

Not the slightest bit of info.

No guidance.

Nothing.

Nada.

Ghost walked out of the building, mask and clothes bloodied. Nuri looked at her human, opening her jaws and letting her hatchling jump out into the frozen ground. The enemies were killed a long time ago, Ghost had went into the base to do a deep search and he still came up with nothing.

Nothing.

He stumbled, falling towards the ground. He heard Nuri's soft cry of concern and then he felt his mouth open.

And he let out a long, throat damaging scream that echoed and echoed. He continued to scream and yell and shout, at one point standing up and punching the nearest wall to avoid hitting himself. He didn't even care for the pain, he just kept screaming and punching.

After god knows how long, he finally calmed down, looking at the ground and breathing heavily, feeling blood dripping down his fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nuri leaned towards him, cooing softly in an attempt to comfort the man.

He felt something climb his leg, he knew it was his child, so he allowed it. The hatchling placed herself on his shoulder, her tail coiling around his neck loosely and she leaned her head against his. He closed his eyes, relishing the warmth of her scales.

"—OST!"

He didn't recognize it at first, shit he didn't he process it.

"GHOST!"

He opened his eyes slowly, had he truly gone so mad he was hearing voices?

"SIMON!"

He turned around when he heard something large hit the ground, his breath hitching when he saw..

"Johnny..?" He whispered, watching the man hop off of Scotty's back and rush towards him.

"SIMON! SIMON, OH MY GOD!"

Ghost felt tears fill his eyes and opened his arms, grunting when Soap crashed into him, embracing one another.

The Scottish man pulled away, gripping Ghost's face in his hands. "Your mask-! Your clothes! Are you okay?!"

"'S not my blood, Johnny."

Soap sighed heavily, then he reared back and punched Ghost's cheek. Ghost stumbled back, not having expected that from his lover.

"John-"

"FUCK YOU!" Ghost clamped his mouth shut, watching as Soap's expression morphed into anger, "DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH?! YOU COULD'VE DIED! FUCK! I WAS SO WORRIED EVERY HOUR. THEY KEPT TRYING TO CONVINCE ME YOU HAD GONE MAD, SIMON, AND I DIDN'T BELIEVE THEM. AND I STILL DON'T. WHEN I HEARD YOUR SCREAMS, I GOT SO SCARED. I HAVE NEVER MOUNTED SCOTTY SO FAST BEFORE IN MY LIFE. I DIDN'T REALIZE WE WERE SO CLOSE- IF I HAD KNOWN, I WOULD'VE FOUND YOU SOONER. BUT FUCK, SIMON, FUCK YOU! YOU HAD ME SO WORRIED, I WAS SO SCARED OF YOU GETTING HURT!"

Ghost blinked, "Soap-"

"Stop," he Cut him off, "just..stop." His anger was gone. Soap slumped slightly, obviously exhausted. He took in a deep, shuddering breath and Ghost's heart twinged as he saw how worried he was about him. He slowly and carefully embraced Soap's frame one again, acting as though the man could break at any second.

"I'm okay," He whispered soothingly, "it's okay. We're okay, I promise."

They stood there, embracing one another in silence. Ghost hated seeing him like this, he hadn't truly realized how much damage he had done to the man. He would need to work hard to fix this, and he'd work day and night without any sleep or food if he had to. Just to make his darling happy again.