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molotovinmyhand · 9 months
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Whelve My Sorrows
(Rewrite of "Ineffable" from my old blog lol)
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Ghost.
The valiant. A legend that exist amongst the ranks of the SAS, a name feared by enemies.
'You can't a ghost' they said.
And he lived up to that statement.
He was lethal, and seemed to be the best damn soldier they had; the perfect build, the perfect mind. Tall and gruff, he looked terrifying with a skull mask that added to his already cold demeanor. He was ruthless in the field; brutally taking out each of his enemies with a force that seemed... unnatural.
Everyone knew about Ghost, and most were smart enough to fear him.
But very few people, knew that behind the mask layers of clothing and tactical gear, was a man named Simon, Simon Riley.
Much to Ghost's annoyance, John "Soap" MacTavish broke down Ghost's façade with ease, too much ease for his taste. Yet the Scot seemed... comforting, like a warmth that Ghost could cope with, someone Simon could get along with...
And Ghost hated it.
It made him sick to his stomach, the thought of someone being able to make his walls crumble as easy as Soap did scared him, made the ice cold feeling of fear creep into his veins because soap had wormed his way into his heart.
It reminded Ghost that some parts of him never "healed", it let him remember what it felt like to be bare, naked lying in that coffin struggling to inhale the air that reeked of rotten flesh...
To be nothing more of a husk of his former self.
Yet the Scot's touch was like a drug, whether he was wrapping up one of Ghost's wound with gauze and touch too tender to be normal, or giving him that friendly pat on the back...
Ghost was addicted.
The warmth that bubbled up in his chest every time he seen Soap look at him with that shit-eating grin, or when they'd casually flirt with each other over the comms seemed like something Ghost wanted. Maybe he was lonely? Maybe Soap just managed to bring out a side of the Lieutenant that hadn't been shown before? It didn't matter. Despite the fear that lingered under his skin, Ghost was hooked. Something about Soap was so comforting, something that made Ghost feel like he maybe... just maybe, could be Simon again.
And he had another chance now, but not in a way he wanted it...
Lying there, on the cold dirt floor. Every ragged breath he sucked in agony. Ghost's eyes trailed over the puddle of blood, meeting the baby blue one's that belonged to Soap.
Johnny.
Soap could feel Simon looking at him; watched the way his faze softened slightly. Despite their dire situation, lying there side by side in a pool of their own blood, death's clammy hands ever so slowly taking hold of them both, Soap felt calm. Staring at the older man, listening to the rain.
"... It's rainin'" Ghost muttered, staring at the sky.
"... And?"
"Didn't you want to name your kid that?" Ghost voiced.
Soap nodded slightly, still listening to the sound of each raindrop falling, hitting the ground and mixing in with the crimson blood.
"Aye... Rain." He hummed, "Somethin' like that I suppose..."
The silence hung in between them both for a while, neither of them attempting to break it. Lying there in silence, the rain starting to pour heavier hiding the tears that started to stream down Soap's face. He didn't want it to end. Simon had grown close to him, managing to earn a place in Soap's mind that was closer than friends...
He felt the dull pain in his side, felt the blood ooze through his fingers. A fresh reminder to Soap what was to come.
"Johnny..."
Soap felt a gloved hand wrap around his: squeezing it gently. He heard the voice of his friend...
Ghost looked at Johnny, seen the tears streaming down his face. reminding Ghost just how stressful this situation should be if he wasn't used to it. Yet seeing Johnny: his friend, crying silently made something inside Ghost's chest, and it seemed to cast a shadow over death slowly taking him into it's grasp.
But something else along with that dread was blooming... Something warm.
Ghost stared back up at the sky, thinking back to every moment him and the Scot had shared, every mission, breaks at the mess hall. Thinking about the times they'd talk in the barracks and how he got that same warmth in his chest.
Then it clicked...
He'd fallen for the Seargent.
That revelation made the dread bubbling in his stomach, but now it was swirling in with regret and guilt. He didn't want to feel like this, not now, they had minutes left...
Ghost squeezed Johnny's hand again, a little tighter this time as he felt his own salty tears mix with the taste of his blood, salty but warm. His gaze met the Scot's one more as he spoke, his voice breaking in a pathetic attempt to hide his own sobs.
"Don't cry..." He whispered softly.
Soap looked at Simon, nodding softly, "Okay Lt..."
Ghost held Johnny's hand, fingers intertwined and he didn't want to let go. The two men silently crying. lying on the ground with their blood pooling around you. They were cold, raindrops touching on skin. Yet the warmth of each other's presence seemed to dull the edge of that.
"....'m sorry." Soap mumbled, trying to wipe away the tears streaming down his face. Looking at Simon, who only looked back.
This was it.
They were almost there...
"Look at the sky." Ghost croaked, looking up at the sky as he talked, "... We'll be up there soon."
Soap shook his head, "No... we won't."
Silence followed that statement. It was probably true, though. They were far from saints...
"You're rught Johnny. We won't." Ghost mused. His eyes glued to the siy still, "But I won't be leavjng you, even in hell."
"Really...?"
"... I swear."
"..."
Ghost looked at his friend, "Johnny?"
Soap looked back at Ghost, smiling weakly, his breath getting shallower.
"Here Lt..."
"What's wrong?"
...
"Just tired."
"Go to sleeo then Johnny, i'll join you soon."
"...why not now?"
Ghost sighed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Fighting to stay awake now.
"Need a moment to think." He said, and Johnny nodded.
"... Can we dance when we see eachother again?"
"Of course."
They both chuckled softly, squeezing the other's hand just a little tightly. Ghost wrapped a hand around his mask, pulling it off his head. Looking at Johnny. Dirty blond hair wet with grease and rain sticking to his forehead. He looked at Johnny, like he wanted to engrave a picture of the Scot into his head.
"Don't make me wait too long... please-"
"I won't. I won't leave you, Johnny."
"Cheers..."
Soap smiled at his friend, before closing his eyes. Falling asleep...
Ghost's heart shattered, feeling his friend's grip on his hand loosen, seeing his face go blank; a face one full of joy now so devoid of life, but there was no point in crying. He'd see Johnny again in a few minutes.
Regret.
That's all that filled his head, a feeling of regret for not saying something sooner, for trying to hide from his own feelings.
He felt weak, dizzy and the ringing he heard in his ears wasn't stopping. He knew death had a hold of him; but Simon felt... Calm, instead of a clammy embrace dragging him to his fate he almost felt like he was being hugged.
He felt... Free.
....
"I love you too, Johnny..."
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ivarismaybecrazy · 1 year
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Another great series, at its end. Rats SMP was so much fun to watch, I think I laughed at every single episode.
I love the fact that the series told a story and had a "on to the next adventure" kind of ending. The voice acting was also really nice, I loved guessing which CC was voicing what human.
All in all, amazing series. I cannot wait for the next one
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james-p-sullivan · 3 months
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the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
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pbnmj · 11 months
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THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!
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soranker · 7 months
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laios985
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kenobihater · 8 months
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tragedy enjoyers when a character perpetuates the cycle of violence they themselves were a victim of
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corruptimles · 8 months
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MikuAllWeeku Day 4: Five Nights at Freddy's
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zekuto · 4 months
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i was obsessed the first time i saw someone post leon on that stupid panda rocker but i was never able to find raw footage of it lol, so i decided to compile leon with all the playground interactions because i love him <3
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syrren · 3 months
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“The artist becomes the canvas!” - TMAGP 002: Making Adjustments
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pseudophan · 5 months
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anthony is dead: the funeral roast (paid content)
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isjasz · 16 days
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[Day 286]
Redrawing whatever the heck tdy's hermit recap thumbnail was bc it looked so goofy HAJKSDHAWHW
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enderscribbles · 3 months
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Dunmeshi request, Chilchuck and Marcille interacting? 🥺 Or standing next to each other that works too. Could be hugging, or sharing a meal/food, or…
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Got a bit out of hand with the prompt XD I ended up doing a scene inspired by this fic! Based on that time Marcille Izutsumi and Chilchuck were sharing a bed in chapter 47. It felt very memorable so I tried to recreate it but I kind of went offscript because I was basing it on my recollection of the fic lmao
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^Obsessed with this guy and how he lets Izutsumi use him like a hot water bottle bc it's comfier.
I think he'd hardly ever act this soft + tolerant of physical affection unless it's situations like this: When the others are too sleepy to remember it LOL
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gayrika · 1 year
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eye doctors: please for fucks sake try to protect your eyes from blue light pls take breaks from screens pls wear these blue light filter glasses pls pls pls im fucking begging you
car manufacturers:
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i swear to god if another one of you motherfuckers go on abt how "blue light isnt actually that bad 🤓" i am going to block your stupid ass this post has over 30k notes theres no way you think ur first goddamn person to say it shut uuuup i do not give a shit
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seagiri · 4 months
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gravel
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theoldkyokodied · 4 months
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Guess who has been rewatching iasip...
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porrigens · 3 months
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pegoryu valentine :3
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