Love is danger

8

Its been severeal hours, but Soap still couldn't calm himself down. He had thrown up, went over to the Shadows they captured and beaten one of them up, before he locked himself in the nearest room, destoryed everthing and curled up on the ground.

"Simon..." He sobbed and hugged himself tighter, the phone laid somewhere on the ground next to him, screen broken from how he had thrown it around.

"Simon... Im sorry..." The Sergeant whined, blood dripping down from his shoulder. He hadnt looked out for his wound, the pain felt good in a way. Punishing.

The guilt for knowing what Simon was going through, while he sat there save. It was unfair, Soap felt like he was betraying his partner.

"Soap, hey man. Its me, Gaz." A soft knock was heared on the door that Soap had locked. "Come on man, please. Open the door."

Johnny shook his head, pressing his hands further over his ears to shut out anyone and anything. Anything but the pain of his shoulder. He deserved that pain...

"He's not reacting?" That was Price, he walked right up to Gaz, who shook his head 'no'. A sighed left the Captains lips, before he waved Gaz to step aside.

With a powerful kick, the door flung open, the lock riped out of its bracket. With two big steps, the Captain was next to Soap, he grabbed his soldier by the shoudlers and pulled him up to his feet.

"Get yourself together, son! For fucks sake. I know this is bad, but we cant break down now!" Price yelled and gave Soap a firm slap. "Dont give up now, not when hes still in there! You got me?"

Johnny blinked multiple times, his cheek burning just like his eyes did from crying so much. "We have to get him out of there and he will need you more than ever! Do you understand? Do you?!"

Price watched the Sergeants lips open and close, his eyes flying around the room, before they land back on him and he nodded slowly.

"Good, very good. Gaz, bring him to the medic for his shoulder. And tell him the plan. I'll go start it." "Yes, Sir." Gaz held out a hand to Soap, placed it on his back and started walking him into the right direction.

"What... what plan?" Johnny stuttered, swallowing, his throat dry from crying. "Graves wants his men back. He gets them back."

"What?! No, we cant just-" Kyle shut the fellow soldier up with a hand. "No, listen. We'll send them back. But the one you knocked out, is getting medical attention. So first he needs a bit of time to be able to send back and while he gets treated..."

Gaz pointed to the place behind his ear and continued talking. "A small device, small enough to go unnoticed. Right behind this assholes ear. We send them back, we now where to go. And with a bit of luck... we'll know where Simon is."

Soaps eyes widen. Oh my god. Oh. My. God. "Thats... thats it. That could work!" "Woah, just be aware that it still could go south. That they might not go back to the same place Simon is or that the device might break." Gaz mumbled and let Soap walk into medical first.

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Six? Seven? Maybe even longer? Simon didnt knew, his mind had gone blank. Graves had been with him for so long, he was suprised the leader of the Shadows had still been able to climax.

Ghost still laid on the ground, to exhausted to scream, move or sob. After hours of getting- ... getting raped, his mind was shattered.

He didnt hear Alejandro trying to help him with words, he didnt hear the footsteps approaching or the the voice mocking him.

Only when his hair was grabbed harshly and his head was pulled upwards, his surroundings came back to him at full force.

"You little bitch. Look at you now, all fucked out like the slut you are." The mans voice was laced with anger and hate, this wasnt Graves.