Soap wakes up with a jolt, looking around as to where he is.
The Scot adjusts to his surrounds to find that, he's facing the door of his bathroom, back slumped against his sink's bottom cabinet.
Damn, he thinks. Must've fallen asleep in here.
He forces his legs to get up, and stretches with a yawn, looking at his clothes that are hanging off a chair.
Running a hand over his face, then another to smooth his mohawk, he steps out of the cramped bathroom.
He grimaces, when he sees the empty bottle of Scotch on the floor, he picks it up, tossing it in the trash.
It landed into the empty bin liner with a Clink.
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Soap finishes smoothing out his mohawk, and pulls down his black shirt that says 141.
Knock Knock.
Soap's head turns in the direction of the noise, fully dressed he opens the door. Fully expecting it to be Price.
But.
The man standing infront of him is a guilty looking,
Simon "Ghost" Riley.
"Johnny, just give me 5 minutes, i will explain everything."
And who is Soap to turn him away?
A/N: THANK YOU EVERYONE! READING YOUR COMMENTS HAS GIVEN ME MOTIVATION TO START ON THIS BOOK AGAINN
Reminder: i will need breaks like any other normal human, as i am still a high schooler that has a (sad) life *cries*
STAY TUNED FOR MOREEEE! P.S; Chapter 3 is finished, so don't be confused as to which chapter will be updated, im starting on this one now. Just telling you all for anyone who was confused about updates on Chapter 3! GOODBYE FOR NOW LOVELIES *MWA*
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"Ghost?"
"..."
"Ghost."
"You said you would explain, so explain." said Soap
A heavy sigh, answered Soap.
"It's about Roach.. I know I haven't been honest to you, but first.. I want to know why have you been avoiding me." said Ghost.
A/N: EXCUSE ME. THEY FUCKING.. THEY FUCKING KILLED SOAP?! ARGSHSHSHSHSHSH I WAS READING FIX-IT FICS ON AO3 AND CRYING SO BAD LAST NIGHT HIW FUCKING DARE THEY AAAAA IM IN PAIN RLLY BAD SOMEBODY HELP ME I CANT DO THIS ANS THE FACT THAT HIS URN WAS IN GHOSTS BACKPACK MEANS THAT GHOST WAS THE ONE TO CARRY HIM UP THR HILL AND HE WASNT WEARING GLOVES WHEN HE POURED THE URN.. MEANING HE WANTED TO FEEL SOAP ONE LAST TIME </3 (atleast his death gives me angst for this fic (; )
How could he answer that? He couldn't.
But he could lie.
"Ghost," a heavy sigh came from Soap.
"Ghost, truth is.. I have been avoiding you because I am jealous" said Soap.
Jealous, such a lie.
But what Soap hasn't said is that he was avoiding him because it hurt every time he saw Ghost and Roach together.
Because he was in fact, completely, wholeheartedly, purely, head over heels in love.
With Ghost.
Ghost, who loves Roach.
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"Jealous?" The Brit echoed back.
"Yeah, I've been kinda.. jealous of you and Roach."
"Why?"
Why?? How could he ask that.
"Have you even seen the way you two act like when you're together? You're acting like- like..."
"Like?"
"Like us!"
"Us? Johnny there isn't an us."
"Don't 'Johnny' me now."
Soap felt his chest rise and fall faster, his heart sped up.
He felt his saliva start turning to mush in his mouth, his throat threatening to close.
He's talking too fast.
He's spiralling too fast.
He's going too fast.
"How could you?" Soap spat at Ghost.
"How could I? How could I??" Ghost said back.
"How could you hurt me and then waltz in here like nothing ever happened between us?"
"What happened between us Johnny."
"That night in Las Almas happened, Si."
"Don't call me Si."
...
"I.. thought we had something there Ghost." He sarcastically corrected himself.
"I didn't even know I was hurting you, Soap."
Soap felt like screaming.
He didn't even know, that he hurt him.
"Maybe if you just told me how you felt Soap, and didn't bottle it up to explode at me."
"You don't think I've wanted to!? I've tried. I really did. But I can't talk to you with your lap dog prancing around you all the time!"
"Leave Gary out of this."
"So it's Gary now is it?"
"Soap it's not like that."
"Oh it's exactly like that Ghost."
Soap couldn't stop.
Static seemed grow louder in his ears as his brain drowned out his own talking.
Ghost started to move closer and closer to him.
Time seemed to slow, Ghost was inches from him now, but he didn't notice.
Soap's eyes darted around the room, his mouth still going, running on overwhelmed adrenaline.
Ghost's gloved hands slid their way to Soaps chest, digging into the collar of Soaps grey sweatshirt.
Soap felt frozen in place, Ghost lifting his balaclava up, over his mouth, looking at Soap.
He crushed their mouths together, the kiss was hot, messy and hazy.
Soap didn't even register what was happening until he felt Ghosts fingers tighten in his shirt, making fists and bunching up the fabric a little.
Then, Ghost pulled back, setting the mask back over his nose, and left Soaps quarters.
The door closed with an audible, soft, click.
Soap brought a finger to his lips, where Ghosts own had just been.
A tear left his eyes, dropping on the floor, he stood in stunned silence.
Ghost didn't need to explain Roach, Soap already knew.
That kiss said it all.
It was impulsive, wild, messy, heated, searching, and longing.
But the wanting of it.
The longing of it.
The forbidden and pure wanting of it, said all about Ghost and Roach to Soap without words.
Ghost. Press your mouth on the lines that cover the hidden parts of me again.
Each of them are a song lyric.
Press your mouth to me, you will hear so much singing.
Nobody normal will love us.
A/N: Thats all for now love you pooks, thanks for reading! (I WILL BE ADDING MORE TODAY)
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Tears Speak The Words The Heart Cannot
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...
