#scream aim fire

[cha0s-tonight]

#bullet for my valentine #bfmv #scream aim fire #rock #metalcore #the poison #tears don't fall #your betrayal #matt tuck #fever #venom #all that remains #atreyu #avenged sevenfold

[waking-hell]

Bullet For My Valentine // Waking the Demon

#bullet for my valentine #waking the demon #scream aim fire #gifs #bands #lyrics #metalcore #matt tuck #michael paget #jason james #michael thomas #bfmv #band gif #bfmv lyrics #bullet for my valentine lyrics #matthew tuck #bfmv waking the demon

[thisaintascenereviews]

Kill The Lights - Death Melodies

Early 00s metalcore just hits different. While I still enjoy a lot of modern metalcore, metalcore of yesteryear just does something for me. Not in an “elder emo” kind of way, but I can appreciate the music and artistry a bit more. Metalcore, at least a certain subset of it, was more focused on guitar solos and guitarwork than breakdowns and being super brutal. Bands like Darkest Hour and Unearth had their fair share of riffs and solos, and they’re a couple of bands that are beloved by the metal community. Another band that sort of was the same way for a bit was Bullet For My Valentine, but I’ve got a complicated relationship with them. They’re a band that I’ve struggled to get into for years. Their debut album, 2006’s The Poison, is an album that I haven’t heard in years, but I remember it to be pretty bland metalcore that leans into emo. I just remember the vocals to be very whiny and annoying, but then again, I haven’t listened to the album in years, so I don’t know if I’d like it now. I just never got into their debut years ago, no matter how many times I listened to it. I got into their sophomore album, 2008’s Scream Aim Fire, about a year and a half ago, after being in the mood for some early to mid-00s metalcore, and I settled on spending some time with Avenged Sevenfold’s City Of Evil and Scream Aim Fire.

The latter album really surprised me, because instead of being whiny, annoying, and melodramatic, BMFV was sort of a Metallica worship band. Their sound moved into a love for 80s metal, whether it was Metallica or some dashes of Iron Maiden, but the metalcore ferocity was still there. Fast forward to 2020 and former BMFV drummer Michael “Moose” Thomas, along with members of Throw The Fight, Still Remains, and Threat Signals, released a debut album under the moniker Kill The Lights. That debut album entitled was The Sinner, and it was an album that I listened to when it came out, but I completely forgot about. I ended up going back to it when I saw they had a sophomore album coming out. Entitled Death Melodies, I was interested in this album, despite the issues with their debut. There wasn’t anything even that “wrong” with it, it just sounded like a carbon copy of Scream Aim Fire, which isn’t a bad thing, but it was pretty generic. If anything, I wished they would play more into their retro metal influence, because it seemed like they wanted to be a metalcore band but with 80s thrash and traditional heavy metal riffs and solos.

Thankfully, Death Melodies gave me my wish, because that’s exactly what it does, although I wouldn’t say it’s a lot better than their debut, or that it’s a perfect album, per se. It’s still better, but it does have some small issues. Regardless, I’d say this is a solid album. Depending on who you ask, this may even be a great album, especially if you’re looking for a heavy metal album with some slight metalcore touches. They really dialed down the metalcore down here, as there isn’t much in the way of breakdowns or heavy moments. There are some harsh vocals that come up every now and again, but they never feel out of place or like a huge distraction. The vocals themselves aren’t that bad, either, although they’re no Bruce Dickinson or Rob Halford. Then again, those vocalists are hard to find, but the vocalist we do have here is solid enough.

Really, where the album shines is the instrumentation, and if you want a solid heavy metal album with some surprisingly good guitarwork, you’ll be set with this album. The guitarwork is the best part of the album, and it has this cool mix between being mean and intense with soaring solos and melodies. The riffs are thrashy, but the solos are Iron Maiden or Judas Priest-esque and those 80s metal influences show through. There is still a bit of a metalcore scent throughout the album, and it rears its head now and again, which could be a good thing or bad thing, depending on what you want. Metalcore fans that loved the debut may not find a lot to enjoy here, at least in the way of breakdowns, but there are a few. Heavy metal fans will find a lot to like with the guitarwork, but the screaming pay put off some fans that went into this without knowing much.

I really enjoy this album, though, warts and all. It’s got a lot of charm to it, and even the vocals and lyrics are still solid, despite being the weakest part of the album. They still work, but they’re not as good as the guitarwork. This album’s mileage will depend on what you want from an album like this, especially if you want some metalcore or heavy metal. Depending on what facet of their sound you want, you might either really love this album or not like it at all. Like I said, I really enjoy this album. I wouldn’t be shocked if the album shows up on my yearend list, at least on the lower half. It’s not quite a perfect album, but it has a lot going for it, at least. The Sinner was a good debut, but it was a generic affair. Death Melodies is more or less a heavy metal album with some metalcore moments. While it, too, is kind of generic, it’s got some more flavor and spice to it than The Sinner, so I’d ultimately recommend this album.

#kill the lights #death melodies #the sinner #metalcore #metal #heavy metal #bullet for my valentine #scream aim fire #Iron Maiden #judas priest

[leanolin23]

#vidding #from the vault #gmwfanclub2018 #bullet for my valentine #scream aim fire #fandommania 2 #world premiere #2018 #october #31 #Youtube

[zbulletz2]

Love this part- especially the guitar in the back <33

#bullet for my valentine #bfmv #waking the demon #Scream aim fire #metal #heavy metal #alternative #emo #metalcore #matthew tuck #matt tuck

[toasteaa]

SIGH...Neuvillette can have a little dacryphillia. As a treat.

#toast talks #genshin impacted #head in my hands. muffled screaming. the heat in my cheeks could convince you that I'm on fire. #Thought about how he'd gotten into the habit of kissing away your tears so that he can feel your emotions and understand your feelings. #Then I thought about how he would do the same thing in bed without thinking about it and he feels your pleasure two fold in those tears. #And how he would - perhaps not always - aim to bring you so much pleasure that a sprinkling of tears would always escape for him. #Just so that he can feel how exquisitely you feel. How exquisitely *he's* making you feel. #He can taste your desire for him. Your love for him. And he's so greedy for it. Seeking more and more of your pleasure #until you shake and cry and tumble right over the precipice and into the love and desire he hopes you can feel from him as well. #How even still when he's helping you down from such a high he can taste the love in those lingering tears. #He almost feels guilty about it. But never guilty enough to stop. Never guilty enough to tell you how much he loves it. #WHATEVER OKAY. I'M ONLY A LITTLE EMBARRASSED OVER THIS. MY MIND WENT FASTER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD. #JUST. AAAAAAAGHHHH. DON'T LOOK AT ME -

[roastedsoup]

LORD YOU KNOW I'VE CRIED A THOUSAND TEARS TONIGHT BTW

#(<- downloaded the poison + scream aim fire and will never be normal again) #bfmv #soupy wisdom

[highlifeboat]

Wait... If you thought Elena would be Chloe, then what is this about?

"PriceMarsh feels closer to Belena, but if Elena didn't know how to handle guns".

We literally go to junkyard and watch Chloe shoot shit. She literally shoots a guy in one of the story branches.

I mean, she's not professional, but neither is Elena, let's be honest :p

Chloe doesn't know the first thing about handling a gun.

Chloe, who thought a good idea of a fun afternoon was "I'm gonna drink alcohol and then go target shooting with my friend right next to me". Chloe, who thought it was a good idea to steal a gun in the first place. Chloe, who pointed a loaded weapon at her friend for a joke.

She literally treats the gun like a toy. She's 19 with a temper and some clearly unmanaged problems, she should not have a gun.

Elena might not know everything about guns, but I can guarantee you she knows more than Chloe.

#just because chloe can use a gun doesn't mean she knows anything about them #i can fire a gun at bottles too that doesn't mean I should have one #it's also worth noting she cannot aim at the bottles without max and also her shooting frank and his dog does not feel... on purpose #like it feels like she shoots the dog out of getting startled and then she shoots frank in a panic and now she has to live with that foreve #none of what chloe does with this gun screams ''yes she should be allowed to have this weapon'' #i can at least infer elena knows how to use a gun because she grew up in a village that seems to hunt or at least use guns regularly for #protection. it only makes sense she knows how #her technique with holding a shotgun at her hip is questionable but still #asks #horror lady00

[moonshinemuses]

Bio here. Like this post or send me a DM :)

#sc. scream aim fire (robert starter calls) #sc. all of the calls (all starter calls)

[a-fix-of-muses]

Currently Listening To: "Hearts Burst into Fire" by Bullet For My Valentine

#IFTTT #Spotify #Hearts Burst into Fire #Bullet For My Valentine #Scream Aim Fire Deluxe Edition

[cha0s-tonight]

#Bullet for My Valentine #bfmv gifs #metalcore #rock #matt tuck #the poison #scream aim fire #Tears Don't Fall #hand of blood #emo

[cinnamon-notes]

my tears ricochet never fails at giving the exact imagery of what it feels like inside you you and what you think you look like when you've been physically and sexually abused by a partner so close so loved so seemingly loving as well as emotionally and i know it's probably not about that but every damn time it resonates with me so much because of that. like- that song is literally the epiphany, the aha-moment, you have while holding your grocery bags in your hands and going back home to your partner you live with and has been abusing you but you can't leave nor make them leave. i can't explain this i'm sorry. but this is just the vibe. and it hurts soooo much

#the imagery of death #the wake #if im dead to you why are you at the wake??? #cursing my name wishing i stayed #cuz when i'd fight you used to tell me i was brave!!! #when im screaming at the sky #if you cant sleep at night you'll hear my stolen lullabies #anywhere i want just not home #you wear the same jewels that i gave you as you bury me #i never had it in myself to go with grace #even on my worst days did i deserve babe all the hell you gave me #still using babe to refer to them #the place of sweetness these lyrics are written from #despite being so sad #the place of softness even #if im on fire you'll be made of ashes too #i swear i loved you til my dying day #you killed me yet i loved you #i loved you although i knew you were killing me so slowly and little by little the whole time #you can aim for my heart go for blood #like im here you killed me so many times you touched my body so many times you made me bleed so many times im right here i know nothing's #gonna stop you from aiming for my heart and making me bleed you made me too weak to be able to try to stop you #you had to kill me but it killed you just the same #cinnamon notes #taylor swift #my tears ricochet

[eglerieth]

Some of y’all are not appreciating Bilbo Baggins enough. I am here to remedy that. This guy has:

• somehow managed to establish himself as a respectable, staid hobbit by the time he was fifty, despite being both a grandson of Bullroarer Took and the Shire champion of pretty much every aiming-game known to hobbitkind

• had an in-depth debate on pleasantries with a random guy passing by in the street, who turned out to be GANDALF

• collapsed in front of his own fire shaking and muttering “struck by lightning” over and over again in response to hearing about dragons and danger

• mind you, this was after he screamed loud enough to startle a roomful of Dwarves

• signed up for a dangerous quest completely outside of his league out of spite

• when told to scout out a mysterious light, saw some trolls, and instead of reporting back with the information, decided to PICK THE TROLLS POCKET

• arrived in Rivendell for the first time and said it “smelled like elves”

• upon meeting a strange creature that visibly wanted to eat him, he decided to play a riddle game with him- and guessed pretty much every one, and made up his own riddles, afraid and alone, that not only were good and full of linguistic puns, but actually stumped the other guy- AND THEN CHEATED AND WON WITH A QUESTION

• showed mercy to said strange creature who wanted to kill him, and was now standing between him and freedom

• eavesdropped on the dwarves arguing over whether to try to save him, then popped up casually smack in the middle of them just as they were debating

• somehow managed to sleep like a log at the really really high eyrie full of wild predators

• found himself in a bad situation, said eff it, and turned around and antagonized and fought off an insane amount of man eating spiders, like enough of them that fifty was a small portion, by singing at them with incredibly complex and punny insulting songs composed on the spot, while simultaneously slaying them in multitudes despite having zero combat training. Seriously, we don’t discuss enough how epic the spider scene is.

• broke a company of dwarves out of the very secure prison of the Elvenking by inventing white water rafting with barrels

• charmed his way out of being eaten by a dragon

• stole the frickin Arkenstone from the guys who employed him, one of whom was a king

• took part in an epic battle, only to be knocked out in the first ten minutes and miss the entire thing

• was named elf-friend by the guy who’s prisoners he sprung

• wrote his own autobiography, complete with all the narrative recognition of his own heroics

• spent 60 years writing said autobiography

• taught his lower class neighbor’s kid how to read

• taught his nephew Elvish- not only Sindarin, but Quenya too

• spent decades telling his cousins his own story as fairy tales, complete with character impressions accurate enough that one of them was able to fool a servant of the Enemy with a second hand impression

• used the One Ring of Power to hide from his neighbors

• planned an elaborate feast with multiple social faux pas to mess with his neighbors, complete with a purposefully bewildering speech and culminating in him vanishing into thin air in front of everyone

• left his cousins and neighbors very unsubtle passive aggressive gifts in his will

• settled into Rivendell, randomly befriended the heir to the throne of like half of Middle Earth, and apparently spent his time writing very personal poems about his hosts and reciting them to crowds of elves

• after being invited to a Council of basically every major kingdom in the continent, spent a quarter of the time reciting vague poems about his friends, a quarter of the time telling anyone who would listen about his heroic past, and half the time interrupting to ask when lunch would be

• volunteered to bring the ring to Mordor

• became one of only four or five mortals in history to live in Valinor

Seriously, Bilbo Baggins may well be the most chaotic, insane person in the entire legendarium, and that includes the likes of people like Finrod “bit a werewolf to death to save the life of guy who he just met and gave up his kingdom for” Felagund.

#eglerieth #tolkien #lotr #silmarillion #lord of the rings #hobbits #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #bilbo

[anthurak]

So with everything we learned and saw in Episode 4 from Angel, Valentino, Charlie and Husk, here’s a little theory on how the Hotel crew saving Angel from Valentino might play out. Particularly in how Husk’s status as a former Overlord may factor into things.

Because I have a hunch it’s actually going to be Husk, rather than Charlie who gets fed up first and goes out to make a real attempt at getting Angel away from Valentino, given everything we saw between Husk and Angel in this episode. Specifically, Husk aims to lure Valentino into gambling for Angel’s contract.

Now that raises the question of what exactly Husk could gamble with. I see two possibilities:

Option One, Husk full on bluffs Valentino that he still has substantial power as an Overlord and has been hiding it all this time, tempting him with more souls and power. And as we’ve seen most notably in Episode 2, Val in kind of a massive fucking idiot, so I could see him actually falling for this. Essentially, Husk gambles with nothing, save his own soul, for a chance to save Angel.

Option Two, Husk actually gets his power BACK from Alastor. Specifically through fulfilling some mysterious, nebulous condition Alastor set up for him. It could even be that this is what sets up Husk to gamble Val for Angel’s freedom. Alastor returns Husk’s power as an Overlord because he’s curious as to what Husk will do with it now. Which we see, is putting it all on the line again for a chance to save Angel.

Whichever way we get to it, we find Husk in a high-stakes card game with Valentino. And of course, Husk does the classic trope of NOT telling his friends or even the guy he’s doing this for what he’s doing to ‘keep them safe’ and all that. Of course, they do find out. Which will come into play later…

As for the all-important gamble; Husk actually does WIN legitimately against Valentino. However, because Valentino is… well, Valentino he welches on the deal and attacks Husk, and perhaps a recently arrived Angel as well.

Now in the event that Husk was bluffing Valentino the whole time and is actually helpless against a fully-powered Overlord, this would be when Alastor, from afar, actually returns Husk’s own power as an Overlord as some offhand, magnanimous whim. Which of course now allows Husk to actually fight back against Valentino.

What ensues is a full and proper fight between Husk/Angel and Valentino, with all the requisite emotional drama of Angel and Husk admitting their feelings for each other and all of Valentino’s shittiness as a person coming out in force. Maybe like an mlm version of the Bees vs. Adam fight.

However, despite getting his power as an Overlord back, Husk ultimately turns out to not be as powerful as Valentino. Alternatively, perhaps he never gets his power back at all and we just skip to here from Husk winning the bet. Whichever way we get here, Husk and Angel are now at the non-existent mercy of Valentino.

Which is precisely when CHARLIE shows up.

And I imagine what ensues plays out in a flash. Like everyone is only just registering that Charlie has appeared when suddenly everything is on fire. We get only the briefest glimpses, perhaps only in silhouette, of the full-sized horns on Charlie’s head, the great leathery wings coming out of her back and the pitchfork in her hand before she has Valentino by the throat and the mothman starts BURNING, screaming in pain as he is consumed in hellfire.

Basically, I feel that after this episode we are going to see Husk be the one to step up first to try and save Angel from Valentino, given everything we saw between the pair this episode. But at the same time, I think the interactions between Charlie and Valentino, particularly Charlie starting to transform in rage, sets her up as the one who’s going to ultimately put Val down. Specifically via giving us a glimpse at Charlie’s true power.

And I do say glimpse because I imagine the full and proper reveal of Charlie’s ‘Devil Form’ is almost certainly going to be saved for when she’s forced to take on the likes of Adam and the Exorcists, the ones who have been set-up as proper antagonists to Charlie herself.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin theory #hazbin rambling #angel dust #hazbin husk #huskerdust #husk #hazbin valentino #charlie morningstar #devil!charlie #how valentino dies a horrible painful death theory

[rileyslibrary]

Ghost is shocked by your immunity to being tased.

I received an ask from an anon for this story. Unfortunately, either Tumblr ate it, or I accidentally deleted it; I can’t be sure because I trust neither of us. Gladly, I remember the gist of it. I hope that anon sees it. (Sorry, anon, and thank you for the ask.)

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You push open the workshop door, and notice a curated display of taser gear spread across the table for today’s training session. Ghost, your lieutenant and trainer for the day, occupies a corner, busy with extracting all sorts of stuff—taser guns, pulses, stun batons—from bags and placing them on the table. He catches the sound of your entrance and turns halfway to face you.

“You’re early,” he mutters under his breath.

“I just couldn’t wait, Lieutenant,” you reply sarcastically.

He huffs. “We’ll see about that once training’s over.”

You approach the table, and look at the equipment. You reach out and grasp a taser gun. It looks exactly like a pistol but bulkier and has yellow elements to distinguish it from firearms.

“Could you please remind me how this baby works?” you ask.

He turns his entire body towards you and contemplates your question. Although the training session is just half an hour away, and he doesn’t technically need to explain anything, you’re his weak spot. So he leaves the gear in the bag, walks towards you, and begins to give you a detailed explanation.

It almost feels like a private session, but you have ulterior motives—you’ve already been through a similar class in the past and are eager to skip this one. Despite your repeated attempts to convey this to Ghost, he remained adamant that this course would be a refresher for you and, thus, necessary.

“Once you have a clear shot, you press the trigger.” He concludes.

“Like this?” you ask, directing the taser towards your right foot and squeezing the trigger. It stings, but your previous training has taught you how to get used to the feeling and handle the pain better. Or at least make it look that way.

Your poor lieutenant stands speechless as he looks at the now-fired taser gun. He slowly looks down, where his shocked eyes trace the two wires extending from the device, connecting to your foot.

“What the fuck did you do?” he shouts, gesturing towards your leg.

“Jeez, Lt., you seem stunned,” you comment.

“Are you having a laugh, soldier?” He scolds you with as much authority as he has left from what he just experienced. He drops to the ground, working to remove the wires from your foot. He stands up, alternating his gaze between the device and your leg. Finally, he turns to you.

“How come you’re not in pain?” he asks, confused.

You shrug, unaffected, and pick up another taser from the table. “Maybe the first one was defective; let’s give this one a go,” you suggest, aiming at your other foot and firing.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N?” he screams in a high-pitched voice and kneels again to retrieve the second taser from your foot.

“Come on, Lt., it’s not as bad as it seems!” You reassure him with a grin, seizing a third taser from the table. This time, you point it at Ghost’s leg. “Wanna see?”

He lifts his knee and gathers his arms close to his body. He looks like a pitcher, ready to throw the ball in a baseball match.

“No, no, thank you very much”, he protests.

“Sure?” You ask and aim at his other leg on the ground.

“Absolutely certain, you maniac,” he says, switching legs. “How far are you willing to go to skip this class?!”

“Not too far,” you reply with a smile, “as far as these two wires go when they get propelled from the taser gun.”

“Cut it out!”

To his relief, the rest of the team enters the room, and Ghost instantly transitions into his authoritative persona. He places both feet on the ground, protrudes his chest, and places both hands on his waist. He clears his throat.

“Take your positions, everyone,” he commands, “everyone except for you, Y/N.”

“Why am I excluded, Lieutenant?” you ask with a pout and a playful wink. “Is it because I’m unfazed?”

“Nah, soldier,” he replies and walks behind you to tidy the wires from the already-shot taser guns, “it’s because you’re a live wire—always keeping me on my toes.”

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod mw2 #cod mw2 fanfic #ghost cod mwii #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost riley fic

[mockerycrow]

Love your works! May I please get a "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere." with Ghost? Take your time, I love what you write!

400 Follower Celebration

—“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”— With Ghost

Summary: You’re apart of the 141 and Ghost recently had a near-death experience. You’ve been plagued with nightmares about the situation, but you try to hide it from him, feeling selfish about your night terrors. One night, you’re thoroughly convinced Ghost had actually died.

A/N: THANK YOUUU I KEEP BLUSHING ILY AND TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[WARNINGS: vomit, detailed nightmares, panic attack, gore, fake-death, angst, hurt/comfort.]

It was always the same nightmare. It was a repeat of that one mission months ago—nearly a year ago by now, where you and your team went to grab some important intel about a new uprising cartel that was showing some dangerous potential. It was a large compound, four floors including the basement, wide rooms with many blind-spots. Using your rifle equipped with a heat signature sensor, you swept room to room, leading your team through the building, putting anyone down who dared fired a bullet at you or your team.

You turn that familiar corner and your heart sinks. You’ve tried many times to change the course of this dream, but no matter how frantically you try to scream about what is waiting on the other side of that door, your mouth refuses to work until Ghost rumbles out, “I’ll take point.” You try to fight every muscle in your body to stop this, but it’s like the dream freezes until you continue down the.. “right path”. Quite literally is a living fucking hell for you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it except do what it wants you to do.

“Roger.” You mutter, backing up behind Ghost instead of staying in front of him and leading him the others. The others are always blank faced soldiers in this nightmare, but you know who is who. You pat his shoulder, aimming over him as you walk down the hall close together, hugging the wall. You’ve been through this so many times, you know to eye the floor and you watch the moment happen—Ghost steps on a pressure plate and—BOOM.

You’re always forced to watch it in slow motion; the wall being blown open right next to Ghost, watching the debris scatter everywhere, scraping yourself up as well as Ghost. He raises his arm to shield his face from whatever is happening, unable to process in time that a man wielding a sharp combat knife is pulling his arm back and comes down with it.

You watch the way the knife so easily slides into his rib cage, and it’s almost like you could hear it penetrating his lung like it did—but this time, the man rips the knife out and does it again and again and again—this has never happened before—Ghost’s falling to the ground, his blood splattering everywhere, fuck, it’s like the guy is trying to gut him—but you can’t move. You have to sit there and watch this man. plunge a knife in and out of Ghost’s chest until he finally decides to stab him deep and yank downwards, spilling his intestines and stomach—yet, his lifeless eyes keep eye contact the entire time.

Your eyes fly open, dizzy from your heart pounding and unable to focus, you throw the blanket off of you and you make your way out of whatever room you’re in—you’re too freaked out to know. Your chest aches and feels like there’s a hundred tons sitting on your rib cage, restricting your breathing. You keep walking until you bump into something and you manage to focus enough to notice it’s the bathroom door. Your hand shakily grabs the doorknob and opens it, and you already feel the vomit traveling up your throat.

You end up bent over the open toilet, body heaving with every exile of the contents of your stomach, which by this time of night is mostly just bile. Your head is spinning and your hands keep shaking and by this point, you really don’t care how clean this bathroom is. You lean your elbows on the toilet rim and hold your head in your hands, trying your best to stifle a sob, even though all you can smell and feel is his blood on your fingertips. Your tears drip down your cheeks and collect at your chin before dripping off.

You keep one arm on the toilet seat to keep your head propped up and the other goes around your stomach, which is twisting painfully inside of your gut, ripping another sob from you. You gag into the toilet, but you’ve already thrown everything you had inside. Your throat and nose burns from the stomach acid, but it doesn’t compare to the emotional pain of losing Ghost. You just stood there and watched him get gutted—why do you deserve to grieve when you could have prevented it in the first place? Someone killed the Ghost, and you let it fucking happen.

A large hand sprawls across the flat of your back which is accompanied by a low, gritty voice. Whoever it is says something, but you don’t quite hear them. It’s probably Price, trying to comfort you, trying to say there’s one thing you could’ve done to stop it, but you know there was something you could do, anything you could’ve done.

Price calls your name and you go to shove him away, but his hands wrap around your wrists, and the voice is more insistent. You choke on a sob and shake your head, struggling against him until you hear it—his voice. “Fuck, [Name], can you hear me?” Ghost’s voice. It’s his voice.

No. Your mind is playing tricks on you and you won’t fall for it, you won’t let yourself go through this horrendous grief for a second time. You try to curl up into a ball, wanting to grab at your hair or your clothes, just anything but be here. “Look at me.” His hands grab your face and force your face to look at him and..

It’s him. It’s Ghost.

All of your noises stop for a moment as you stare with wide eyes that are full of unfallen tears, eyes full of grief, all for him. Ghost stares back at you with uncharacteristically wide eyes, and you can see the way his hands are slightly trembling—he’s worried about you. Ghost’s eyebrows furrow when he sees your expression of anguish. “Hey—hey, what happened?” Ghost’s voice is so quiet, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he speaks any louder. Your hands come up to his mask and touch it and you burst into a harsh sob again, throwing your arms around him.

Usually, Ghost would hesitate. He would be reluctant to reciprocate such personal touch, such desperation, but he pulls you close into his arms without a second thought. Your hands grab his shirt and you breakdown into his chest, wetting the fabric with your tears. His heart slipped a beat because he’s never seen you like this—has never seen you break down this horribly.

He’d be here when you were ready to talk about it, but for now he’ll stay to hold you until your shoulders stop shaking. Ghost moves to sit on his bottom and you whimper in fear, like he’ll leave. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

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