Have this read to me at my funeral (ghoap)
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I'm just tryna keep my baby warm through the wintertime by Xx_stillattherestaurant_xX
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
22 Nov 2024
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When he wakes up a few hours later hes warm, nice and toasty, like hes in a sauna. He lets out a small sigh, the heating must have been fixed. But then he shifts and feels an arm around his waist "hm, did I wake you?" Simon asks from behind him. Ah, his personal space heater is back.
(Or: The heating is broken and Soap freezes his ass off until Ghost gets home)
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- Part 7 of ♡Christmas♡
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Daily routines.
Crumbling plans.
Indecisiveness.
Pining.For Ghost life is easy. People are targets, not humans. They drop like chess pieces wherever he goes. He watches them. Life melting away like sand trickling through fingers. He never tried to be close to someone. Never cared for other people enough to feel bad about the blood trail he leaves behind. Never cared enough to feel.
But when he starts to watch John MacTavish his brain itches, interest sparks. And maybe it's okay to watch a little bit longer before his shot will take another one's life away.
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He feels warm skin under the shirt radiate heat against the palm of his hand when he catches John as the target stumbles backwards. He can feel the air getting slowly pulled in through strong working lungs, feels the body vibrate under the tips of his fingers. For a moment, time stands still. Then Ghost pulls his hand away again.
“Careful,” he says in a low voice, pushing his cap deeper into his face as he turns away. “The floor seems to be wet.”
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inspired by "diamond walls" by "the people's thieves"