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TW: Blood, Injury, Angst, Cliffhanger
#soapghost
Part 1
(1/34)
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TW: Blood, Injury, Angst, Cliffhanger
#soapghost
Part 1
(1/34)
“Go, Garrick. That’s an order.”
Ghost stood haphazardly in some kind of underground tunnel. One he’d fallen into. He’d dropped, unable to catch himself with his hands and falling flat on the hard ground, his gun clattering down near his head. His leg was broken at the (2/34)
Ghost stood haphazardly in some kind of underground tunnel. One he’d fallen into. He’d dropped, unable to catch himself with his hands and falling flat on the hard ground, his gun clattering down near his head. His leg was broken at the (2/34)
shin and the bone had split the skin. Besides the pain it radiated up to his hip, it was easy to bleed out from that kind of injury.
He kept his voice steady though, past hard, deep breaths, as he argued with the Sergeant over comms. “Take Price and go.”
/“We’ve got (3/34)
He kept his voice steady though, past hard, deep breaths, as he argued with the Sergeant over comms. “Take Price and go.”
/“We’ve got (3/34)
some time, Lieutenant, we can set up a place for exfil.”/
Ghost looked around at the damp concrete walls, up at the hole he’d fallen through. He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t know where he was exactly, that he didn’t have coordinates, and it didn’t matter anyway. (4/34)
Ghost looked around at the damp concrete walls, up at the hole he’d fallen through. He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t know where he was exactly, that he didn’t have coordinates, and it didn’t matter anyway. (4/34)
He wasn’t getting out the same way he came in.
“What’s Price’s status?”
Simon could hear a lot of noise in the background when Kyle spoke again, swallowing stress. He knew it wasn’t fear. Not in Gaz. /“We need to move him.”/
“Then move him.”
/“I can’t locate you.”/ (5/34)
“What’s Price’s status?”
Simon could hear a lot of noise in the background when Kyle spoke again, swallowing stress. He knew it wasn’t fear. Not in Gaz. /“We need to move him.”/
“Then move him.”
/“I can’t locate you.”/ (5/34)
“Have you got Soap’s location?”
/“I haven’t heard from him, Ghost.”/
Simon let the button go for a second. Blood was in his boot, on the floor. “Fuck.”
He clicked the radio again. “I’ll find him, and then I’ll contact you. Get Price and go.”
/“Gho—”/
“Kyle.” Gaz (6/34)
/“I haven’t heard from him, Ghost.”/
Simon let the button go for a second. Blood was in his boot, on the floor. “Fuck.”
He clicked the radio again. “I’ll find him, and then I’ll contact you. Get Price and go.”
/“Gho—”/
“Kyle.” Gaz (6/34)
paused. It was Simon’s voice that time, not Ghost’s. “Neither of us are worth the Captain, alright? We’re fine, we’ll call for you when we’re ready. Copy?”
Gaz hesitated a long time. He felt that was Ghost’s version of goodbye and he had no response worth all the respect (7/34)
Gaz hesitated a long time. He felt that was Ghost’s version of goodbye and he had no response worth all the respect (7/34)
he had for the man, except to do what he asked.
/“I’ll be waiting.”/
Before he could think about it any further, Simon released the button and ripped the whole mic off, letting it fall to the ground. His mask was doing little to keep the sweat and dirt out of his eyes (8/34)
/“I’ll be waiting.”/
Before he could think about it any further, Simon released the button and ripped the whole mic off, letting it fall to the ground. His mask was doing little to keep the sweat and dirt out of his eyes (8/34)
and he ran the back of his gloved hand across them in an attempt to clear them enough to see down the tunnel in front of him.
He’d seen Soap get jumped and fight back. They’d knocked his feet out from under him as Simon took off running but by the time he got there (9/34)
He’d seen Soap get jumped and fight back. They’d knocked his feet out from under him as Simon took off running but by the time he got there (9/34)
they’d stripped Soap of his gear and dragged him away.
He wouldn’t call the mission sideways. They’d known what they were walking into. They hadn’t, however, expected Price to go down early and leave them scrambling. They’d split up, far apart, but thankfully Gaz had (10/34)
He wouldn’t call the mission sideways. They’d known what they were walking into. They hadn’t, however, expected Price to go down early and leave them scrambling. They’d split up, far apart, but thankfully Gaz had (10/34)
been there to get him to safety. To get him out.
And now he would get Soap out.
He’d known the general direction they’d run in. Without half their unit, the only mission now was trying to get themselves to safety. But it was an ongoing operation, and Ghost knew that (11/34)
And now he would get Soap out.
He’d known the general direction they’d run in. Without half their unit, the only mission now was trying to get themselves to safety. But it was an ongoing operation, and Ghost knew that (11/34)
any one of them could be tortured for plans and information. And for men like them, torture meant death. They would never give themselves or their team away.
He bent to touch his broken leg. He was no good to any of them dead. He planted his foot as best he could, (12/34)
He bent to touch his broken leg. He was no good to any of them dead. He planted his foot as best he could, (12/34)
wincing. It was a jagged break, it wouldn’t hold weight, but he needed it as straight as possible so he could tie the tourniquet. The best thing he had was his belt and he pulled it off with shaking hands and wrapped it around his leg, just below the knee.
Soap was down (13/34)
Soap was down (13/34)
there somewhere. He’d been searching for the door to their bunker when he fell through the rotting roof. He wasn’t going to make it long enough for Gaz to get them. He looked at the radio he’d thrown down. Soap might. So, he picked it back up and tucked it safely away for (14/34)
when it was needed.
Some two clicks away, through dark, half fallen-in tunnels, Soap sat, groggy and disoriented, in a metal chair, his hands chained behind his back. They’d knocked him out and dragged him there and he was fighting for composure under dirty fluorescent (15/34)
Some two clicks away, through dark, half fallen-in tunnels, Soap sat, groggy and disoriented, in a metal chair, his hands chained behind his back. They’d knocked him out and dragged him there and he was fighting for composure under dirty fluorescent (15/34)
lights. He let his head continue to hang as he took stock of his other injuries.
They had stripped him of his weapons and gear. Even his shoes. His ankles were zip tied to the legs of the chair.
He was okay. He could hold on like that for a long time, and they’d keep (16/34)
They had stripped him of his weapons and gear. Even his shoes. His ankles were zip tied to the legs of the chair.
He was okay. He could hold on like that for a long time, and they’d keep (16/34)
him alive if they thought they could squeeze some information out of him. What hurt his heart, deep in his chest, was knowing that despite the melee, his team would be looking for him.
With his returning strength, he willed Ghost to get Gaz and Price off that field in (17/34)
With his returning strength, he willed Ghost to get Gaz and Price off that field in (17/34)
one piece and never forget that he cared for him. That their little stolen moments were the best of Johnny’s life. He could do this, for all of them, he could distract the enemy and hold their focus long enough for the 141 to regroup.
Ghost was moving. His hand along the (18/34)
Ghost was moving. His hand along the (18/34)
wall to steady himself, his gun slung over his shoulder, he made his way through the tunnels, continuing in the direction he’d seen them take Soap. He was moving slower than he’d like, especially as he imagined what they would do to him.
He reached a part of the tunnel (19/34)
He reached a part of the tunnel (19/34)
that was partially fallen in like the spot that had caught him off guard. He couldn’t hold the wall to get past and he stood for a moment and assessed his options. He pulled off his mask to try and find something clean to wipe his eyes with again.
He hadn’t looked (20/34)
He hadn’t looked (20/34)
enough. At Soap. His face. He’d heard his voice enough that he could hear it now, in his mind, but he hadn’t looked at his face often enough.
He’d stood next to Gaz a few days prior and asked how Johnny could be so positive. Cheerful. He’d said he was jealous. That he (21/34)
He’d stood next to Gaz a few days prior and asked how Johnny could be so positive. Cheerful. He’d said he was jealous. That he (21/34)
didn’t want to see that taken from him.
His Sergeant had turned to him, serious. “Just don’t die.”
He wasn’t sure he could keep that promise to Gaz. He took a step forward and when his useless leg scraped along the floor, the pain hit him like a punch. He doubled over (22/34)
His Sergeant had turned to him, serious. “Just don’t die.”
He wasn’t sure he could keep that promise to Gaz. He took a step forward and when his useless leg scraped along the floor, the pain hit him like a punch. He doubled over (22/34)
and puked on the ground, reaching and putting his hands in the dirt to keep from falling completely. He hadn’t been this weak and this desperate in a long time.
At this point, he just hoped to see Soap again at all, dead or alive. That the last moment when their eyes met (23/34)
At this point, he just hoped to see Soap again at all, dead or alive. That the last moment when their eyes met (23/34)
before they parted ways in the field wasn’t the last time. He hoped it was alive, though. He had things to say. He needed, somehow, for the man to know that Simon….that Soap had given him back his will to live. Not just survive. That the time they’d taken hadn’t been (24/34)
enough. That he wished he could have given Soap more. Of everything.
He pushed on. The pain was a dull, driving ache that was up into the base of his stomach, making him sweat and stumble. He didn’t need both legs. All he needed was to pull a trigger.
He stopped for a (25/34)
He pushed on. The pain was a dull, driving ache that was up into the base of his stomach, making him sweat and stumble. He didn’t need both legs. All he needed was to pull a trigger.
He stopped for a (25/34)
moment to rest. Based on how long he’d been walking and his pace, he knew he must be getting close. And he knew they weren’t expecting him or they’d have noticed him already. His stealth was out the window. He’d have to be lethal and focused. He’d have to make a way out (26/34)
for Soap.
Soap was well into an interrogation by a handful of men that barely spoke English. They conversed in low, serious voices in their native language before taking turns asking him for names and dates and beating him with their fists when he didn’t answer.
It was (27/34)
Soap was well into an interrogation by a handful of men that barely spoke English. They conversed in low, serious voices in their native language before taking turns asking him for names and dates and beating him with their fists when he didn’t answer.
It was (27/34)
an interesting method but he preferred it over blowtorches or pliers, although such tools lay scattered about the room and he didn’t expect it would be long before he felt their touch.
Ghost approached the part of the hall that did have guards. He turned, leaning his (28/34)
Ghost approached the part of the hall that did have guards. He turned, leaning his (28/34)
back against the cool concrete and pulled one of his throwing knives, making sure the second was in easy reach. By the time he was in the light far enough for them to notice him, he landed the blades in one neck, and then the other, and pulled his gun off his shoulder. (29/34)
Soap heard someone grapple with the locked door handle. One of his eyes was already beginning to swell shut but the other watched closely as his torturers also turned in surprise. Before they could do anything, gunshots rang out, directly at the door, and Ghost pushed (30/34)
it open.
Emotion bubbled up in Soap’s throat as he watched the Lieutenant hobble through the door and shoot down the remaining men.
Simon locked eyes with Soap for one split second before he cleared the room. It still wasn’t enough. He all but hopped to the middle (31/34)
Emotion bubbled up in Soap’s throat as he watched the Lieutenant hobble through the door and shoot down the remaining men.
Simon locked eyes with Soap for one split second before he cleared the room. It still wasn’t enough. He all but hopped to the middle (31/34)
where he was tied to the chair and looked down at him, unspeaking. It still wasn’t enough.
“Simon.” The man looked awful, pale, filthy, his leg mangled and drenched in blood. He looked like death itself.
“Johnny.” Simon said his first name softly, laying his gun in (32/34)
“Simon.” The man looked awful, pale, filthy, his leg mangled and drenched in blood. He looked like death itself.
“Johnny.” Simon said his first name softly, laying his gun in (32/34)
easy reach on Soap’s lap and bending with a knife in his hand to cut his ankle restraints.
(33/34)
(33/34)
“You’re hurt.” Soap swallowed, looking him over. “What about the others?”
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