Ghost won’t let go of Soap. There’s blood and gray matter in his hands and his mask and he can’t let go.
He picked him up, someone had to, the ground was too frozen to dig up. Besides, Soap had family back home.
Ghost was the wrong choice.
Sure he seems the obvious one, tall, broad. He’s weak, under all of it, because Soap is cold in his arms and all he can do it’s rest his forehead on his.
He must look sickly comical, all 6.34 feet of Ghost tangled and curled around a dead man. He needs to hold him tight, tighter than he did. Ghost let go of him and now he’ll smell death for days.
They get back, the ride was silent.
Ghost takes all but one step on to the tarmac and collapses. Carefully, he’s got something valuable in his hands. His knees take the brunt of it.
Gaz is there, he’s been there the entire time. He’s saying something to Ghost, grabbing his shoulder, trying to look him in the eyes. Ghost is only looking at Soap.
His face was still frost nipped, pale, a bit blotchy. The ever flowing wound on his temple is turning black, blood thickening with air. That’s one thing about dead men, their wounds don’t scab.
Ghost’s a dead man, has been for a long time.
Gaz has given up, he’s talking to someone. Price is there too, he and Nikolai stand side by side like pillars. Ghost hasn’t heard a word from him since the order to retrieve Soap. He wonders if he regrets it.
There’s a medic, or a coroner. They’re similar enough in their profession. It’s who Gaz was talking to. They have a gurney, for Soap. Ghost won’t let go.
He doesn’t stop them from taking him away, but he can’t put him on gurney himself. He knows he’s letting them take him, knows he could stop them if he wanted to. He doesn’t know why he doesn’t try.
Ghost knows perfectly well why he can’t put him on the gurney though. He can’t send Soap to his grave.
Not again.
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"All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again."
Lina Shepard's reputation is divisive, to say the least. Once an esteemed war hero and humanity's first Spectre, her return from the dead under Cerberus's colors didn't win her any favors. When she's assigned a covert Alliance mission in Hegemony space, tragedy strikes.
War brews on the horizon. At any given moment, the Reapers will begin the new harvest. [ao3 link]
I finished the cover to my longfic before actually completing said longfic. because.
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I’ve got artblock so I decided to draw them and I think I like Oreo even more now, I hope you like it and thank you for your work as always🤲
OOOOOOO MY GOD 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭 THIS IS SO GOOD!!! the expressions you gave them are so adorable!!! lemons cute little hand pushing her hair back and melons smile and oreo being oreo...I love it!!! thank you so much!!!! 💖💖💖
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