https://blue.feedland.org/?river=http://data.feedland.org/blue/feeds/Sound.xml Thu, 24 Oct 2024 02:53:48 GMT feedland v0.6.43 https://cyber.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html Thu, 24 Oct 2024 02:53:47 GMT http://rpc.rsscloud.io:5337/pleaseNotify Wed, October 23, 2024 10:53 PM EDT TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." Thu, 24 Oct 2024 02:53:48 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698961 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698961 TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." Thu, 24 Oct 2024 02:53:47 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698960 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698960 TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." Thu, 24 Oct 2024 02:53:45 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698959 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698959 TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." Thu, 24 Oct 2024 02:53:18 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698957 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698957 TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies." Thu, 24 Oct 2024 02:53:02 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698956 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=698956 TW/CW: infidelity, disappearance, accusations of harm, implied domestic abuse/ intimate partner violence. Way less 😱 than it sounds, but be safe. Soap and Ghost are childhood friends. Ghost marries an asshole who everyone suspects is screwing around on Him. Soap can't stand the man, but Ghost says its fine, so he trusts him. One day, Ghost is just gone. His husband shrugs when Soap asks what's going on. He reports Ghost missing and waits for the news to break, but nothing happens. Soap goes back to the police and talks To a detective. Sure its weird, but they don't have enough to arrest him. If they can't find any physical evidence, he'll probably get away with it. Soap is furious and asks if there's anything he can do. "No. We have to wait for him to screw up." Soap bites his cheek. He starts watching. As he moves some young blond in. Starts spending money like water. Shows up with new tires and a smear of mud across the bumper. Soap feels like he's just been stabbed. His heart sinks, and his focus shifts. If Ghost is gone, then Soap is going to make sure he gets justice. Soap watches and plots, pulling strings, leaving crumbs, and lying in wait for the perfect time to pull the trigger. He'd nearly forgotten about the shirt he had from the time Ghost had spun himself into the wall while trying to waltz drunk and ended up with a bloody nose. He watched them walk out to the car, his new partner obviously irritated at him for something. Soap smirked meanly. "Serves you right, ya fuckin' cunt." They drive off and Soap stands, watching taillights disappear. Hurrying across the street, he unlocks the door with his key and making his way to the main bedroom. It's already been cleaned out, and Soap wants to spit. Fuck this guy, seriously. Soap pulled on his gloves and pulled the bag with the shirt from his bag and got to work. A week later, four police cars screamed up to the home And a very angry man is taken into custody on the charge of murder. An anonymous report had claimed that there were bloody tools at the house. Given the notoriety of the disappearance, police had responded in force and found the report to be true. Aside from the tools, a pair of boots and gloves had been found that also contained traces of the victim's blood. The courts moved swiftly, but in spite of the somewhat underwhelming physical evidence, he was convicted and sentenced to the maximum sentence. As much as Soap felt some relief, he still Ached with the knowledge that he'd never get to admit his feelings for the man. Someone settled on the bench beside him and Soap looked over. Bottle blond wisps of hair poked out of the hood on his head, and a skull mask obscured the bottom of his face, but Soap knew the slope of That nose. The shape of the knick at the bridge of his nose where he'd been a little overzealous showing off his new butterfly knife. "Ho-" "You could have just told me how you felt, Johnny. You didn't have to frame a man for murder." "I'd burn down the world for you." "So you do like me." Soap took a deep breath and leaned forward pressing his forehead to Ghost's. "I like you alive." "And do you love me?" "Until the universe dies."