The Fact That Soap Thought Of Reader Before He Passed Out - Tumblr Posts
simon "ghost" riley/john "soap" mactavish x fem!reader words: 451 warnings: gunshot wound, inaccurate descriptions of wounds (probably) note: this is my first attempt at a multi-part story and i'm excited but also nervous so please be kind. this is a mwiii fix-it fic because fuck sledgehammer games and fuck activision. all my works are 18+ regardless of if there is smut or not so minors dni.
A shot rings out, and Soap feels a searing pain piercing through his head. A thick wetness seeps down the side of his face, drenching his collar. His vision starts to go black around the edges, each blink heavier than the last.
He wonders if Price was able to stop the bomb.
He hopes so.
He hears Simon say his name.
No, he doesn’t say it. He screams it. It’s a tone Soap’s never heard from him before. He sounds terrified, despair laced in his name.
He feels himself being moved, settled into Simon's lap as his face comes into view. His eyes are glittering with tears and Soap hazily thinks of how pretty Simon is, even with the mask and the eyeblack, and how he’s the luckiest bastard in the world to wake up next to him each day.
And you.
He thinks of you alone in the flat, clutching your phone, waiting for someone to let you know they’re coming home.
“We need medivac now!” Price roars into his coms, the tone fierce and unforgiving.
Gentle hands cradle his head, being so, so careful with him. He's not deserving of such tenderness.
The blackness seeps deeper, and he hears Simon begging, pleading for something. For him to stay awake?
He wants to. But he’s so, so tired. His body is cold and sore all over and he wants to rest. Wants Simon to cradle him from the back with you curled up in his arms, face tucked into his throat so he feels each gentle exhale as you sleep so peacefully with them.
He thinks of Simon and you. How he can’t believe he’s loved so deeply by his soulmates. He never gave much thought to that notion but now that you’re both in his life? He can’t believe in anything but.
Life before Simon was dull.
Simon changed that, made Soap happier than he ever thought possible.
Then you came along, completed it all with your bright smile and sweet soul, clicking into place with them as if you had been there all along.
They had just been waiting for you.
As he starts to drift, he hopes Simon goes home to you, cradles you close and lets you know how much he loves both of you.
His last thought is a distant memory — the first time you woke up in their bed. Hair messy and so, so shy. But when Simon saw you there, he smiled brighter than he had in months. And then you turned to Soap and it took his breath away, how it all felt like it was meant to be, like it was fate.
His eyes slip shut and the world goes dark.