Description
Sometimes, things don't work out how you plan. Feelings get hurt, people die, you get trapped. Ghost and Soap, only a few feet apart, yet it still feels lifetimes away. Being stuck together gives you time, not only to think, but to talk. Watch as these two stay strong a dire situation, even if things seem hopeless. Maybe there was a sliver of hope, somewhere where the air seemed almost still. Maybe there was something that could allow them to ignore the tension between them, but it becoming increasingly obvious. "Johnny.. You've be searching your cell for a few days now, I don't think there's anything there" Ghost says. Soap rest his hands on his sides, letting out a tried breath. "At least I'm trying to get us out of here" Soap mentions. Ghost lifts his head, looking at him through his bars. {Also on Ao3!}
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