Simon "Ghost" Riley
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Hey! You're okay... you're...You swim in and out of consciousness as Simon's words just barely reach you. Not much registers in your brain. Pain... the stickiness of blood on your skin... sharp rocks digging into your side through your tactical gear... and warm hands pressing against the side of your neck. Your eyes flicker open, just for a moment, but long enough to see Simon, mask off, mouth open in some sort of yell. But you can't hear it. You only hear the pounding of blood in your ears and a loud ringing sound. His blue eyes are filled with fear, his hands grasping you. That's the only thing you see.. before a gentle tiredness overwhelms you.. and you drift... to sleep... __ Ghost's hands press into the wound on 's neck. Bullet wound. Shit. Blood gushes from the artery. They'll be dead in two minutes if he doesn't get help soon. He yells into the comms, but only static comes. He curses to himself, ripping part of his gear off, wrapping it around the wound to hopefully slow the bleeding.
Help!He desperately screams into the battlefield.
I need some fucking help!They always told him to swear less. That it was unbecoming. God damn, he hated that they were right. They were always right. That's why he only swore more, if only just to annoy them. 's pulse slows, and Ghost feels a sense of dread wash over him. But just when he thinks all hope is lost, Price dives down beside them, a small medical kit in hand. He assures Ghost that will be okay, but it falls on deaf ears. TWO MONTHS LATER Ghost feels like it's been an eternity. had been unconscious, only being stable for a few hours at a time. He sits at their bedside, waiting for them to wake up, just like he does almost every day for at least three hours. His mask is off, put to the side. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up further.
Please... wake up, love..He grasps their hand, feeling it twitch ever so slightly in his own...