Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

happy ending- Gaurdian angle

(continuing from this was the end)

I felt dead, but the feeling of a hand against my throat let me know that i wasn't, or at least not yet. I opened my eyes weakly to see that mask, Simon's mask. "y/n! y/n stay with me- please!-" Simon cried as he did his best to stop the bleeding, his hands trembling as they pressed against my neck. my vision was blurry but i knew it was him, part of it because of the mask, the other part of it because of his raspy british voice, and the other half because of his hands.

He held my tightly against his chest as the others ran over, König with a first aid kit in his hands as they trembled seeing me in this state. König and Rudy did their best to temporarily tend to my wounds at least to keep me alive long enough for me to get proper medical health. "c'mon- just keep your eyes open, please y/n, please." Simon said out breathlessly in a hushed tone as he held my head in his hands on his lap whistle König tied a knot on the banged around my neck to try to stop the bleeding, which he did a fairly good job on to be fair.

Once they had stopped the bleeding just about, Alejandro, König and Alejandro helped to carry me quickly back to the gates to the abandoned town to where Soap can called in for a military rescue helicopter. They put me in to where the were doctors and a stretcher which i was placed onto. As one of the doctors began to inspect my wounds, i could hear Simon arguing with presumably one of the doctors about how he wasn't allowed to come on the helicopter, but of course knowing Simon, he got his way.

My body ached and cried out silently in pain as the doctors began injecting things into me whilst the helicopter took off, Simon standing to my left as if he was my guardian angel keeping a watchful eye over me unsure i'd have a safe journey.

By the time we had finally made it to the hospital my weak breathing had calmed and i was practically tripping off all the painkillers i had been dosed up on. Even as they carried me into the hospital and ran me along the floors in my stretcher, Simon remained by my side, his uniform covered in my now dried blood. The doctors acted fast, whipping me into surgery and stitching up all the knife gauges on my body from the soldier who had done this to me. The surgery must have been at least 10 hours long because by the time i got out i was still under anesthesia, yet still waiting half asleep and exhausted was Simon by my hospital bed that i was placed into. He had been waiting staying awake for the whole surgery, scared that if he fell asleep that i'd be in danger again. He had paced up and down the corridor for the full 10 hours, constantly asking nurses and doctors alike if i was ok, if i was alright, just anything that would give him the slightest bit of comfort.

The doctors had explained to him when i finally got out of the surgery and was in my hospital bed that i'd live, but my vocal cords had been sliced to a point of no salvation so i'd be mute for the rest of life, but to Simon, that was better that me being dead.

That night as i slept the anesthesia off, Simon stayed by my side, watching me like a hawk, watching as my chest rose and fell as if as soon as he looked away it would fall still. "I'm so sorry y/n... i should never had gone on that mission and let Price send you out there... that fucking bastard..." he whispered softly, the last part slightly harsh but trying to remain calm even if i wouldn't here fuck all from my deep sleep. He raised his hand to my face, gently moving it along my cheek and then up to my forehead to brush away my hair off my face. Then he raised his hand to take off his mask, because he didn't want to be Ghost with me... he wanted to be Simon.

Then he whispered some quite words, gently and softly so if i was conscious i'd hear.

"i love you.. and i'm sorry."