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It was an utterly disaster, this mission was a failure since the beginning but nobody had seen the warning signs. Not Price, Not Gaz, Laswell, Soap or even fucking Simon “Ghost” Riley hadn’t seen this shit show coming to explode right at their face.
It started as a simple mission : get inside, retrieve the information and exit, a child play, a waltz that they had done a thousand times before. The plan was “perfect”, Price and Gaz at the entry of the batiment, Ghost and Soap inside to collect the info. But soap had a tingly sensation since the mission started, he didn’t know why but he knew something bad was gonna happen and if only he had known what was going to happen he would have fought tooth and nail for them to not do that forsaken doomed mission.
Laswell's information was wrong, there were more enemies than expected, it was an ambush inside and out. The isolated house they were in was surrounded, and their only means of escape was to shoot down the enemy, which they did. One after another, dozens of bodies fell, dead. After what seemed like hours, Ghost and Soap had finally reached the room they were interested in. It was small, with a table in the middle of the room, on top of which was a map annotated with information, and a military-style computer resting on top.
Quickly, Soap positioned himself at the door frame, his assault rifle pointing down the corridor, covering Ghost's rear while the latter downloaded the information from the PC onto a small USB stick.
As Ghost signaled to Soap that he had finished collecting the data, Soap turned his head towards his lieutenant to tell a joke. Before he could even open his mouth, Soap saw Ghost quickly raise his sidearm towards him, before realizing that he was aiming behind him, and that's when he realized that they still had an enemy.
“SOAP”
He tried to act quickly, raising his weapon towards the threat, before a loud noise rang in his ears and a hot pain bloomed in his neck. He heard shouting but couldn’t figure them out clearly. He didn't understand why he was in so much pain, it’s when he put his hand on his thought, where he was feeling the pain exploding and propagating in his body that he understood, his hand was covered in blood, his own. He felt his knee buckling under him, dropping him to the ground, his head colliding with the cold floor of the room, he felt something making his way under his head.
Despite the pain he felt, he forced himself to open his eyes, meeting Ghost's brown ones, which looked at him with a mixture of sadness and anger. He could faintly hear Ghost talking to him, probably asking him to stay awake until the evacuation...but they knew it, John "Soap" MacTavish was doomed and couldn’t be saved...
Despite the throbbing pain in his body, he forced himself to open his mouth before Simon interrupted him, the ringing in his ears having finally subsided enough to finally understand what Ghost was saying.
Slowly, he watched Simon remove his mask, revealing his face covered in flowing tears. He took a deep breath before removing his dog tag and placing it in Soap's hand, covering it with his own.
“Soap- no John Mactavish, I love you and I will always love you, in this life and in all of the others, because we are like soulmates. So… will you give me the honor of being Your husband for now and forever ?” He said, tears streaming down his face, a happy but sad smile on his lips.
Johnny's face must surely have had the same expression as Simon's, and with a big smile he tried to reply, but was stopped by a cough that made him cough up blood, so he decided simply to nod. With a mix of sad and happy tears still streaming down his face, Simon removed Johnny's dog tag to put it around his own neck, then put his own around the man who was now his husband, before tenderly kissing him. their first and last kiss as a married couple.
Simon stayed that way, both of them on the ground, Johnny's head resting on his chest, his arms encircling his husband's body. And so it remained until Johnny's last moment. With great difficulty, he rose to his feet, abandoning the embrace of his Johnny's body, glancing angrily at the bullet-riddled body of the enemy before contacting the rest of the team.
In a broken, strengthless voice he says simply, "John 'soap' Mactavish-Riley is dead."