Part 2/3
Inspired by Umiko's last angst piece -

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TW: Blood, Injury, Angst, Cliffhanger #soapghost

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Simon had moved behind him, checking the chains on his arms. He looked around for who held the key. “They made it out.”

Soap’s shoulders visibly dropped in relief. Simon found the key and freed his hands and the relief of seeing Soap stand on his own and rub the life (1/16)

back into them forced a wave of complete exhaustion to wash over him. His adrenaline was leaving and the blood loss would catch up with him soon.

Soap was already beside him, under his arm, holding him up. His body was warm and solid and Simon allowed himself the luxury (2/16)

of leaning into it.

“We gotta go, LT. We gotta get you some help.” Soap attempted to gently guide him toward the door.

“I’ve got my radio.” Simon reached for it in his pocket. He held the man back. “Soap. Look at me.”

He did. Johnny looked up at him, his face bruised (3/16)

and swollen but very simply his. His face was open, waiting for Simon’s direction. That was it. That was what he had needed.

He handed Soap the wires, the earpiece, and pushed back from him. “There will be more of them. I need to block the hall so you can run.”

“Fuck (4/16)

off.” He took the radio and retook his place beneath Simon’s arm rather forcefully. “I don’t feel like arguing.”

“Soap.” He warned.

“Be happy to knock you out and drag you.” He looked down and clicked the radio on. “Come on.”
Simon obeyed for a moment, daring not to hope (5/16)

they might make it together.

“Gaz, come in.” Soap said.
Simon choked on what he thought might be tears when he heard the voice answer on the other end.

They were too late, though. Gaz was too late.

What Simon had been planning to stay behind and prevent was already (6/16)

happening.

They stepped out the door and into the hall and they were met with three shooters.

Ghost held up his gun and shot in their direction, hitting one, as Soap dragged them back through the door and slammed it shut.

As he did, Ghost lost his footing and fell (7/16)

backward, out of Soap’s grasp and onto the hard ground. He landed like a dead weight, blood pooling beneath him.

Other shots rang out in the hall as Soap grabbed the metal chair he’d been chained to and wedged it beneath the door handle Simon had shot into to break in. (8/16)

To save him.

Soap ignored the sounds from outside. He dropped to his knees beside Ghost whose chest was heaving, the bullet having found its way beneath his vest and into his side.

“Simon? Simon, look at me.” Soap didn’t panic, he assessed the situation and he knew (9/16)

there was a good chance the injury to his leg may have killed him anyway.

In spite of his calm, tears filled his blue eyes and poured over and down his cheeks.

“You did good, Johnny. Gaz is coming for you.”

“For us, Simon.” He slid his hand under Simon’s shoulder and (10/16)

lifted him up. He needed to find his med pack, that kind of wound couldn’t take pressure and he couldn’t afford to lose another drop of his blood. “Please, please, please.” He whispered. “Not this time.”

Soap could hear someone trying to push their way in. He found the (11/16)

bloodstop, he pulled a knife from a holster at Simon’s side as someone busted through his barricaded door. He wrapped his arm tightly around Simon’s neck and pulled him to his shoulder, protecting his chest and face as he held the knife up threateningly.

“Who’s there?”

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“It’s just me. Backup’s here.”

Gaz. He lowered the knife. “He needs help.” Soap stumbled over his words as Gaz hurried to kneel beside him. “They shot him. He…Simon needs help. We need to save him.”
He swallowed, looking at Gaz’s hands as one inspected Simon’s gunshot (13/16)

wound and the other pressed the button on his mic, telling their aid where to go.
Gaz began to work and Soap’s shaking hands and teary eyes found Simon’s face. He’d passed out. Shock or pain, Soap decided. Because Simon Riley wouldn’t die. Couldn’t.

He barely registered (14/16)

any thought as two other men came in and helped Gaz lift Simon off the ground. He helped them into the hall and let them go before coming back for Soap.

“He’s…is he—” He looked up at Gaz who reached for his hand.

“He’s still alive.” He was solemn and offered nothing (15/16)

else. “We have to go.”

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Part 3, Coming Soon

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