*A/N: Dw guys fresh part is here! angst for your sad depressed and sleep deprived little CoD hearts. Sorry i kinda went dark for like 5 days, mental health + no motivation break <33, i'll try to upload more frequently.*
Soap was not happy, because some idiot decided it would be great to have "celebration" drinks for Roachs return and clearly did not think of the consquences of the whole of 141 getting drunk.
Roach has been back for more than 3 weeks, and they're just doing celebration drinks now?
Nonetheless, Soap walked into the bar, and most of 141 was already here, Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz and Price. Ghost and Roach were probably yet to arrive. Soap chuckled to himself as he reffered to Ghost and Roach, as if they came as a package duo. Hell, there probably was no Soap and Ghost anymore anyways.
Soap found an empty bar stool next to Gaz and sat down.
"Ah, you made it Soap!" Said Price's voice in his ear as the man came up behind him.
"When have i ever turned down a good drink?" Soap said back, grinning slightly
Price patted Soap on the shoulder saying "Thats m' boy.", he then walked away towards the other end of the bar, near Rudy and Alejandro.
Soap sighed as he raised the glass to his lips, drinking in the bitter but inviting smell of scotch. He took a sip, then a few more and suddenly he had downed 6 glasses of the liquor, still no sign of Ghost or Roach.
A few minutes later, Soap rembered he had his journal, bringing it out, he got the urge to write something, his feelings perhaps? God, Soap thinks to himself, i'm like some 14 year old girl writin' in her love diary.
As his pen hit the paper, and his mind began to work, he let his thoughts slip away and shut off the world.
When he had finished, he read it, he reasoned with it and accepted it as the cold truth.
The moon knew it could never have won,
For the moon knew, the earth could never have loved it,
as much as it loved the sun.
The moon watched as the earth and the sun, twirled, twisted and danced,
their thoughts, hearts, minds and hands, intertwined.
The moon could do nothing but stare, as the earth slowly began to loose care,
of its moon, for the sun was great, the sun was bright, and compared to its
might, the moon was nothing but a small nightlight.
How could the moon measure up to the sun?
It couldn't, the moon reasoned with itself, for the moon loves the earth,
as much as the earth loves the sun.
The moon watched again, as the sun slowly poked holes in the earth's mask, you may not have been able
to see them, but they were there, expanding and growing wider every waking moment, the earth spent
with the sun.
The moon, alas, saw this happening, and tried to warn the earth.
However the sun stopped the moon before it could,
banishing it to the far reaches of the night, so it could only see
the earth when it was asleep, the moon confined to the dead of night, was helpless to stop the light, that
grew each day as the sun shined, and the earth awakened.
The moon could only speak to the earth when it was asleep, voicing its un-denying love through the whisper in the trees,
in the breezes and each owl hoot.
The earth and sun, lovers foretold in the moon's own stars, yet the moons love, was so afar.
How could the moon be as beautiful as the sun? With the sun creating gorgeous sunsets and sunrises, all the moon
could do was swallow up the earth's skies, poisoning the sky with a pitch black ink, and no night sky, could be
ever as vibrant or beautiful as a sunrise, as the sun rays mixed with the clouds ahead, hiding the moon, as the earth
lifted it's head for each waking day. It was on a cloudless night, the moon noticed the white pinpricks in it's pitch
black sky, and realised that they were the holes the sun had left behind.
The moon cursed to prowl the shadow's and darkness of the earth, knew it could never have warned the earth of the sun.
For the moon knew, the earth could never have loved it,
as much as it loved the sun.
The moon knew it could never have won.
- a poem by me **please ask permission before copy and pasting it somewhere else, and if you do, remember ASK and credit me :D**
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Randomhey everyone !! i orginally wrote the idea for this fic on tiktok, my account is "theangelofthursday", basically i have never ever played CoD, only read fics about it, i thought ao3 would be better for a fic like this, but i do not have an account...
