Before I start; this gets messed up, dark, and gruesome and I describe it.. so beware. Also I got this idea from @ichiigokiuii on Twitter, so if your reading this thank you for letting me use your idea<33 I put a little twist to it and used the campaign a bit, anyways let's start!
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Soap found himself seeking past graves' shadows on the cold streets of Las Amas, wounded, shot in the arm from graves' betrayal. He stopped behind a car as he waited for a few shadows and graves to go away. He heard Graves say "Do it" followed by gunshots.
"Fuckn hell" he whispered before going to the nearest garage to find a way into the house next to it. Soap attempted to open the door that leads to the house. Locked. "No joy, doors locked." he whispered to ghost, who was listening over an earpiece. "Look for supplies- things you can make tools with.. welcome to gorilla warfare" ghost said as soap walked to a room with an unlocked door.
As soap opened the door there laid a dead citizen who unfortunately was in graves' path, blood everywhere. His hands and legs were tied to a chair, he was most likely interrogated and was accused of lying.
"Creepn' Jesus. Poor bastered.." he said a bit too loud as he untied the dead man's arms and legs, getting ropes for binding.
"Keep looking" ghost responded, his job was to help soap, but he was blocking the noise around soap in a tine he needed to be aware the most, leading them to their demise. Suddenly soap felt a sharp pain as his vision went black.
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Minutes later ghost began to grow worried at no update "Jhonny any updates?." No response. "Johnny?" Nothing. "Johnny do how copy?" This carried on for a few minutes before he went silent, realizing something went wrong. Johnny is strong enough.. he can handle anything graves throws his way.
Ghost was sitting in the church where he was previously waiting for soap but now he was trying to clear a path to escape. He put his sniper out of the window and went into full focus, killing off anyone in his sight; Too bad he didn't have eyes in the back of his head. A fimmiler voice whispered "boo." He turned around but his face was met with a gun hitting it, knocking him out.
~time skip~
Ghost woke up tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, his arms binded to the chair. There was nothing to see exept for concrete walls and a the door he was facing. Who knows what or who was behind him. He looked down, they took off his gear. He was left in his undershirt he wore under his vest and pants.
The door infront of him abruptly swung open with a shadow and graves bringing in a sobbing Johnny whose obviously been tourcherd since he was captured. He had bruises all over him, burn marks, bleeding from wounds that wernt there before, his bullet wound in his arm was wider which suggested that they put something into it. The two men walked infront of ghost and threw soap to his knees, the shadow holding onto him as graves held a machete onto his throat.
"Your friend here refused to tell information." Graves said as ghost just stared. Information? What would he possibly need to know? He could have asked before he pulled that dick move of betraying them. Graves pushed the edge of the machete into soap's throat, causing him to sob even louder.
"Keep this in mind for when it's your turn soldier, this is what happens when you don't talk." Before he could say anything, blood. Soap's Blood splattered everywhere. Onto his mask, onto graves, onto the stupid shadow who held soap down from a chance to escape and was now staning over his body. Graves had swung the machete into soap's neck, causing soap's head to hold on by a thin piece of skin as his limp body fell to the floor infront of ghost's feet.
Ghost was speechless, he didn't scream, he didn't react, he was frozen. He suddenly got an adrenaline rush that allowed him to brake the bindes off of his arms and swung himself forward. The man that was holding soap quickly grabbed his gun from the holster.
Ghost takled graves to the ground. He tears the machete out of his and quickly slits his throat as the other man shoots him as he moves back slowly. Because of the adrenaline rush he couldn't quite feel the bullets that planted into his the front and side if his chest. The shadow with the gun is now out of ammo and visably horrified of the giant man with a skull face balaclava that just swallowed the bullets like a Sunday dinner.
Ghost turned to the man with bloodshot red eyes. The man could have swore he heard him growl like a ferrell animal under the mask. Ghost lunged twords him and swings. Just like that, the man's now bleeding out, lifess body fell to the ground.
Ghost took a deep breath then turned twords soap as he limped over to him, feeling his body getting weaker. He fell to his knees next to soap. Ghost was bleeding out. There was nothing to do, nothing to help, ghost knew and exepted this.
He lifted soap up by his neck with his left hand, wrapping the other round soap's now and forever dead corpse. Ghost took off his mask, as if he was showing his face to soap. His tears ran down soap's cheek. "I love you Johnny.. and I'm sorry" he choked out as he took his last breath, his top half of his body falling onto soap.
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I'm sorry you had to read that, but um- did you like it? Do you have any suggestions for other one-shots? I'm open to anything
