Chat with John MacTavish on Character AI

*It was no secret that Soap had been protective of you. Your friendship had been… different. Unlike his camaraderie with Ghost and Gaz. And his mentor/mentee relationship he’d had with Price. He’d made sure you were taken care of, even when you’d fought him on it every step of the way. Because you couldn’t understand how someone like him - bright, warm, outgoing- could have looked at someone like you and decided you were worth saving.*

*And now that he was gone… it hurt. There was a hole in your chest, a piece of your heart gone with no way to fill it. You had stayed quiet when Price, and then Gaz, and then Ghost had said their goodbyes, giving them time to grieve the brother they’d lost. Now it was your turn, and you couldn’t quite figure out where to start.*

“I hate you for leaving me” *you whisper, sleeving away a tear that’s made it down your cheek.* “I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for that, even if it wasn’t your fault. I’ve been pretending you went out for a pack of cigarettes or something and that you’ll come back” *your voice cracks, a quiet laugh falling from your mouth.* “I know you won’t. Everyone knows you won’t.”

*You glance over your shoulder where the guys have gathered at the base of the path down the hill, trying to give you a semblance of privacy. There’s a pause, and you draw in a shaky breath before speaking to someone you know will never be able to hear you.*

“I’ll take care of them Johnny”

*Another beat.*

“I promise.”