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MODEL

Mountain Ghoul x Rain Ghoul

Genre: smut (MDNI), fluff?, sub Rain, gentle top Mountain

Words: 2071

Mountain was lost in his thoughts as the pencil on his hand moved, drawing lines as Rain looked at him in awe. Rain was currently sitting on the bed across Mountain's room, fully naked.

He had been asked by the taller ghoul to pose for him. Even though he was very shy to stay naked in the same position for hours, he agreed to do it. It was just him and Mountain after all. No one else to see anything. He kept on looking at the movements on Mountain's hands. The earth ghoul surely knew how to take control of his hands. With the drums, the piano, the pencils, the pens, the kitchenware. Everything touched by Mountain's hands was used perfectly. Rain often found himself fantasizing about his friend's hands. The way he moved them so seductively, although he didn't notice it. The water ghoul wanted those hands to do things to him. Choke him. Tie him up. Pin him down. Jerk his off. Spank him. Bruise his hips. Pull his hair. And hands were one of the parts of Mountain's body Rain wanted to feel. The bassist was so desperate to be touched by the drummer in every way possible. He wanted to know what his tongue felt like inside his mouth, against his own one. He wanted to feel all those wet and sensitive buds around his dick. He would whine and whimper under him while pulling his hair to make him deep throat him. He wouldn't want him to stop. He wanted to feel his fangs on his thighs. And his tail wrapped around his legs, holding them open.

"Rain! Stop moving! I am trying to draw your face"

Mountain's voice shook Rain off his thoughts as he positioned himself once again. He had been giggling and breathing deeply for a while now. Mountain didn't want to shake him kff his thoughts like that, but he had to finish his drawing. Rain took a deep breath and looked away, posing for Mountain who turned back around to his drawing once again. After a few seconds, the water ghoul turned back to his tall friend and kept looking at him. The way his chest moved with every breath he took in made Rain fall head over heels. The way the muscles of his arms flexed with each and every move he made got the bassist on his knees. Without noticing, he had started to grow an erection. Not like he cared. All he cared about was the fact that he could see Mountain work on one of his masterpieces in person. The drummer was very good at drawing. He had made some of the paintings that hang on the walls of the ghoul chambers.

Mountain turned and looked at Rain once again and that's when he noticed his friend getting excited. He wasn't planning to do anything with Rain. At least not yet. He have liked him for a good while but he never thought of doing something with him before asking him out. Not until now. The moment he saw Rain and realized what was actually happening before his eyes made Mountain gain all those thoughts he pushed on the back of his head in seconds.

"Rain..."

He mumbled as he stood up and slowly walked to the bed Rain was positioned at. Rain looked at him with eyes full of curiosity as he tried to understand what was happening. Did he pose the wrong way? Was something wrong with the lighting? Did he move way too much? His thoughts were interrupted when Mountain made a move and got on top of him. His hands pressed Rain to the mattress as his wet lips found their way to the water ghoul's soft ones. The action took the bassist by surprise. His eyes widened and his heart started racing. He immediately closed his eyes and kissed Mountain back while wrapping his legs around the taller one's waist. A soft moan left his lips when he felt Mountain's member press against his own one. He allowed his hands to travel down Mountain's back and in his shirt, touching and feeling every strong muscle of his back and chest. The drummers lips moved down to Rain's neck where he started leaving bite marks and hickeys.

"M-mountain wait!"

Rain mumbled as he pushed Mountain back. Mountain looked down at him and his eyes sparkled. A sparkle that made Rain instantly regret the fact that he stopped him. Rain pulled him by the waist once again and kissed his roughly. Mountain kissed back and moved his hands from pinning Rain's shoulders down to the shorter ghouls waist. He kissed down his body. From his lips, to his neck, his belly and lastly the tip of his cock receiving as small whimper.

"You choose pretty boy. A hand job or a blow job?"

Rain's breath became deeper with the nick name. He was so down bad for that man. He couldn't form a single word. He just dropped his head back and moaned his answer.

"A blow job. Please. Please Mountain"

His desperation made Mountain laugh before leaning down and between his legs. He kissed the tip of Rain's dick as moved his gaze to meet the other ghoul's burning rays. He licked from the bottom of it, to the top, his tongue going crazy over the new tastes. He felt the small buds burning at the taste of Rain's precuum. He was a virgin. He couldn't hide it. He have never been in any relationship. At least not one serious enough to become sexual. He never craved being touched in any way. Neither by a man. Nor by a woman. Not by anyone. But with Rain, something inside his was awaken. He had touched himself many times to the thought of him and finally, he had his chance to do all those things that he desired.

He took Rain's whole member in his mouth and started sucking him hard. The shorter ghoul became a moaning mess as all his senses went to an alert mode. His hands reached down to grab Mountain's horn to get him go deeper and deeper. Mountain's hand moved and started playing with Rain's balls, causing him to let out a whimper.

"More. Satan please. More~"

Rain breathed out as his back arched. Mountain took him deeper and deep throated him until he felt him twitching inside his mouth, letting him know that Rain was close to his first climax. He took him out, receiving another whimper right after that small pop sound his mouth made when he let Rain's dick go.

"Not yet little one"

He said as he got up from the bed and started stripping out of his clothes, slowly and teasingly. Rain stayed still and stared in awe as Mountain removed the last piece of clothing on his body. His body was built like a greek god. He was skinny. Not to skinny but he wasn't that muscular as well. His waist was surprisingly a little smaller than he had figured out it would be. He looked back up to meet Mountain's eyes. Those eyes that he have been drowning in for so long. His eyes moved from the drummer's ones down to meet his member.

"M-mounty, I don't think it will fit.."

Rain said with hesitation. He wasn't expecting him to be that big. He had imagined it many time. Once, he had actually felt it. He had accidentally sat on Mountain's lap and he felt him pressed against his hole. He knew he would be big. But not that big.

Mountain giggled at Rain's surprise. A sound that made Rain's heart be set on fire. He watched him closely as he walked up to the drawers and pulled out a bottle of lube. He was about to ask where he found it but his thoughts were interrupted by Mountain's fingers inside of him. Those slender fingers he had longed for what felt like a life time.

Mountain gently applied lube on Rain's hole and on his member. He stroke himself slowly, spreading the liquid all around his dick before setting the bottle down and grabbing Rain's hips.

"I can't promise it won't hurt, but I can say that it will surely feel better in awhile"

Rain sucked in a breath as he felt Mountain's tip on his entrance. Mountain let out a soft groan as he pushed in a little more. The grip he had on Rain's hips turned into a massaging move that made Rain moan. The water ghoul felt the sharp pain of Mountain being whole inside of him hit. Tears came to his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Mountain~ i-it hurts!"

He moaned out and the words were followed by a whimper.

"I know love, I know just hold on"

Mountain pulled Rain up from the bed making his back come on contact with his chest. His arms left his hips and moved to be wrapped around his body, pulling him into a hug.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you"

Mountain mumbled in Rain's neck and kissed him softly, making a small moan go out of his mouth. Rain tapped his hand, signaling that he had adjusted to the length and Mountain could move. The taller ghoul kept kissing the shorter's kiss and shoulders as he thrusted slowly in him.

Rain felt as if he was in cloud nine. No method of masturbation he have ever used have felt that good. The fact that he had craved Mountain for long probably made it even better. The feeling was spread all over his body. His heart felt at peace. He felt as if his soul have left and had connected with Mountain's. It wasn't just sex in the end. It wasn't just those by many called sinful actions to bring pleasure in a man's body. It was a way of connecting souls.

"I- mhmm, am close~"

Rain let out yet another moan as he felt the knot on his stomach build up once again. It felt so fucking good. He wanted more and more. Mountain hit his weak spot once again. Rain's cock twitched before he released the hot liquid all over his stomach.

Mountain's thrusting became sloppier and sloppier as his own climax came after a little while. He released his own load in Rain and then pulled out, the bassist still on his arm. Rain let out a moan on the empty feeling and fell, numb, in Mountain's arms.

Mountain laid him down gently and stood up to get a towel and clean him up. He walked to the bathroom connected to his room and took a small towel. He walked out and kneeled infront of Rain in order to clean his legs and body off the cum. He cleaned him up and placed small kisses on his thighs and stomach, moving higher up to his lips and place a soft kiss on them.

"I love you little one"

Mountain said as he laid down next to him and pulled him to his chest. Rain smiled against the taller man's chest and giggled again.

"I love you too big boy"

He said and hugged him tightly.

"What about your painting tho?"

He asked as he looked up to meet Mountain's gaze. A deep laugh left Mountain's chest and made Rain's head move by the contact. Mountain smiled down at him, warming his heart up as he pulled the covers of the bed over them.

"It can wait until tomorrow. You are worth more time."

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The night we met

König x Male! Reader

( The last one of my call of duty works )

Genre: Angst / Male lovers

Words: 3498

Music to complete the vibe:::

It is day 673.

Y/n is still not back from the mission. No news of his hand been heard around base. It's almost been two years. Two hell of years. The Austrian man had been waiting. Asking. Searching. He wanted to know if he was okay.

He needed to know.

The light in his room was long gone now. It's been months. They have told him many times, in a way that wouldn't hurt him. In a way, he would take it calmly, but he did not listen to anyone.

He refused to believe that the man he so dearly loved might be dead. His logic said that he was dead. He knew it deep down. But no. All he listened to was the saying of his heart. It was the heart of a man in love, whispering in his ears every night and giving him hope that his lover would come back.

But Y/n wasn't coming.

Days and nights have passed with him just standing alone in the place where the helicopters landed. He saw men leaving and men coming back. Each day, every day. Holding a glowing hope in his hands that a helicopter with the man he was waiting for would come.

Sleepless nights would pass, and he would be searching for information. He knew where Y/n had been sent, but he also knew that the mission had been completed. He should be on his way to come back. Maybe he had stopped in a foreign country to get his boyfriend a present?

But König did not want any present. He wanted to see him again. As soon as possible. He wanted to hold him in his arms again. Look at the deep eyes one last time. Kiss his soft lips. Let them fill him with life again. Because that was what he was without him. Lifeless.

He hadn't been eating properly. He had lost his appetite. He had lost his will. The superiors used to make complaints about him skipping training, but eventually stopped when they understood how serious the situation was.

He would sit in corners more than usual. He would barely talk. The few who would approach him would soon leave because they wouldn't be able to get anything out of him. He would just stare at them. No words. No expressions. Just a blank stare.

He would often be seen walking alone at night. In the woods behind base. In the training field. In the gym. In the hallways. Everywhere. If anyone happened to see him, they would just turn away. If they happened to see him cry, they would ignore him. They knew there was nothing to do.

It was as if he were a ghost. A demonic spirit haunting the base. His friends would often try to calm the recruits down by telling them good things he had done in the past, but they would never get anything out of it. Even if they tried with all their soul, the way he acted just proved them wrong.

That day was just like all the others. König was sitting in his room. Windows closed. The door closed. Lights turned off. Curtains closed. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing as he looked down at pictures that him and Y/n had taken before he went to that mission.

When everything was normal.

When König was König.

When König was happy.

When he was here.

A knock interrupted the silence of the room. But König did not move. He did not want to open the door. Not now. Not ever. Not until it was him. Not until he knew it was him.

After the second knock, he just groaned loudly. Too bored to use words. He was not in the mood to do so. Not as if he were ever in the mood to do anything. It's been like that for more than a year now.

The door opened. Glances of sun entered the room. König groaned again and covered his eyes, protecting them from the sun. It was bright. Too bright. He hated it. He felt relieved when the door was closed. The darkness returning in the room.

Horangi, who had just entered the room, looked down at him. He sighed and shook his head. He couldn't bear seeing his friend like this. Not anymore. It was like he did not recognise him anymore. At all.

He took a step closer to him, kneeling down to reach his level. Since he was sitting on the floor of the room, it wasn't that hard. It was not as hard as usual. König's 6'10" figure was hard to reach. At least, it used to be.

"What are you doing, König?"

Horangi asked him. Concern was running down his mouth as he spoke to his friend. But he got no answer. Nothing at all.

König just looked up at him. It seemed as if he was asking for something. Was it help? Was it mercy? No one knew. Not even König himself knew what it was anymore. He just felt empty.

He just shook his head and turned back to staring at the pictures blankly. His back moved up and down with each breath he took. Horangi could feel the uneasy vibe of the room hitting his skin.

He felt shivers. The man who once used to make him feel as comfortable as home would was now the thing that scared him the most. He sighed and looked down at König.

"I know you are not in the mood for anything, but..."

Horangi said and paused as he saw his friend. He really did not want to pressure him with this. He knew how hard it was for him. He knew that he was refusing to face the reality and do normal things again.

But they needed him now more than ever. He had to be, at least, asked.

"There is a mission for you, König. They want you to defuse a bomb in an enemy base in Romania."

Horangi explains as he walks closer to his friend and kneels down next to him. He sighs as he looks down for a moment before looking at König.

"It is important, König. It's either this or death is ahead. But...it might cost your life."

Horangi said. He was not expecting any kind of reply. He was surprised when he felt a hand placed on top of his. König's eyes met his as he stayed looking at them, surprised.

"Death would be better than whatever I am living right now."

König's thick Austrian accent said as his voice seemed to shake. Horangi's heart was breaking to hear him like that. And more than this, hear hear and understand the words he said.

"I will go. Just tell me when I leave."

König said and looked at Horangi, trying to show him that he was accepting the mission and wasn't willing to leave him hanging like that even if he was in a bad mental state.

Horangi gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze as he looked at him. He had a bad feeling for his friend. He knew deep down that those would be some of their last moments together.

But he tried covering it all up with a cheerful smile, like he always used to do.

"In three days."

Said Horangi and gave König a light squeeze of sympathy on his shoulder. He smiled at him. He knew his friend might not come back, but it's been as if he had been gone for the past two years. Nothing would change. His appearance will just go away.

He would miss him. More than anything. König was the first person to understand him and be his friend when he first joined. He would feel halfway dead with König gone. But there was nothing he could do.

He was pretty sure that if someone didn't kill König anytime soon, he'd do it himself.

"Get ready, König. And be careful. Please."

Horangi said as he got on his feet and turned to the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned to König, to look at him one last time before leaving.

He sighed and closed his eyes, nodding to himself in reassurance before turning the doorknob. He took a step outside and began walking, his boots making contact with the floor and the sound echoing in the hallways.

König was now left alone. Again. With the sound of the door closing, he let out a sigh. Everything's been way too overwhelming the last two years. But his team needed him there. And he had to go.

He stayed in his room, preparing himself, his kit, his weapons. He knew that there were limited chances that he would survive. But at a stage like this, he couldn't care less about dying. He didn't have anything to live for anyway.

Three days went by with him just doing his regular things. Staying alone. Staying silent. Hoping. Nothing would change until he saw him again. His boy. His Y/n.

He got himself geared up. Took his weapons. Y/n's and his photo. The last one they took together. All he needed.

He sighed as he put it in his vests pocket and began walking out of his room with his riffle in hand. He would try his best in that mission. That is what y/n would have wanted.

Passing by the crowded hallways, he didn't hear the voices. All he saw were people. Moving their lips. Moving. He did not care about them. To him, they were just judging machines ready to eat you alive.

No feelings. No needs. No wants. Nothing. Just mindless objects secretly fighting to destroy one another. That was what he thought of people for the past few years. That is what people taught him to think.

But that man, his man, he was different. König could hear his voice. Knew his wants and needs. He knew that he cared for him. So he couldn't accept losing him. But he still hoped. He had convinced himself he would come back.

But Y/n wasn't coming.

"König, get in."

The pilot told him, and König just nodded as a response to it before getting in the helicopter that would get him to the base where the bomb was located.

König sat down and sighed. He looked around and saw Horangi coming his way. The man walked to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Good luck, man. I wish you success."

Horangi said, and, in his eyes, König could see that his friend knew that would be the end. So he nodded at him. He placed his hand on his.

"Danke."

König spat coldly. But it was the best he could give. He couldn't show emotions. He didn't feel emotions. Not now. Not without Y/n.

Horangi gave him a soft, sympathetic, and understanding smile as well as a pat on his shoulder. König just tilted his head towards the hand on his shoulder.

Horangi soon left as the helicopter began to take off with only König and a few other men with him. They were being sent straight to death.

The other men seemed nervous. Some even tried holding back tears as the helicopter kept going. All of them. All of them, but König.

The tall Austrian man just stayed silent and looked out of the window as they passed mountain after mountain and building after building.

He had a weight in his shoulders that he couldn't explain. It had been there for the past two years, but today, it felt even heavier than it did before.

König could feel his leg bouncing a little, but he had chosen to ignore it for the shake of the mission. He had to stay strong. That was what Y/n would have wanted.

He sighed and kept on looking outside from the window as they got close to a mountain. The helicopter got lower and lower, finally landing on the crotch of the mountain.

"Alright, boys, let's do this."

A deep voice of a man spoke inside the helicopter as all the men got their weapons in hand and got out one by one.

"The enemy base is at the other side of this mountain,"

The same man spoke again as he pointed at the mountain behind them. All the men looked up at it and gave nods and quickly answers of understanding.

The captain seemed rather nervous himself as he kept on letting out deep sighs of nervousness and something that could be described as disappointment.

"We take down the guards."

He commanded and looked at all the men. Each and every single one of them.

"We do it fast. It is a small base, and we will make it."

He explained and tilted his head towards the direction that the base was before turning towards König.

"König."

He called out to the tall man who seemed to be lost in thoughts for a moment. He tiredly hummed in response, showing that he was paying attention and looked at the captain.

The captain sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hand as he placed the other one on his hips and looked up at König.

"You will get in and go to the central room with the first chance. Move cleverly, and it will all be okay."

He explained to him the method he should use to find the bomb and defuse it before he gathered all his men around and gave them a hopeful smile.

"We can do this."

He said before signalling to them towards the pathway they would follow to get to the base from between the forest and into the darkness of the night.

The whole walk there, König was thinking of Y/n. He needed strength, and Y/n was the main source of his strength.

He thought of his eyes. He thought of his smile. The warmth of his touch and the feeling his soft lips gave when placed against his.

Such thoughts were the only thing that kept him going. That gave him hope for tomorrow and the gifts it could give. Hope that Y/n would come back and fall in his arms, hold him for the eternity.

But Y/n wasn't coming.

"Alright, boys, get crazy now."

The captain's deep voice spoke again as all the men loaded their guns and put on their silencers, ready to begin their assault and get the mission done.

König sighed, doing the same actions his team did before giving a nod, letting his team know he was ready as well.

Not even God could save them now. They were in the ending line. Them against death.

All the men separated and began taking down guard after guard. Some men got shot. Others got hurt. Others had successful kills. Others missed. But they kept going.

König took down a guard and ran towards a window, breaking it down before jumping inside the building, running towards the bomb.

He walked through dark hallways, taking a few more guards down using his pistol before he found the bomb.

He ran to it, kneeling down as the timer was at one minute. A minute before that bomb destroyed the whole base. A minute before this place got burned down.

König took out his knife and opened the bomb, looking for the mechanism that connected the bomb to the timer in order to destroy it.

He breathed heavily as the clock kept ticking and ticking with each passing second. Cold sweat was running down his neck as he tried to find the correct cable.

There were multiple in many colours and sizes. His mind was blank, though. He had forgotten which one should get cut off in those kinds of bombs.

He took a few deep breaths as he tried to concentrate and find the correct one when he heard a voice coming from his radio.

"König, how's it going?"

A deep and seemingly under pressure voice spoke. It was his captain speaking. He seemed to be in a bad position as he was breathing very heavily.

"Almost done."

König said as he looked at the cables. He took some on hand and looked through the colours of them.

"Alright. Be quick. We need to -"

The voice was cut off by a loud gunshot that made König freeze in place for a moment. The captain had gotten shot.

König's eyes filled with anger as he began cutting cable after cable before he saw the timer going off.

With a sigh of relief, he stood up and began running towards the exit until he heard loud and fast ticking sounds coming from next to him.

He looked down, and to his shock, there was a second bomb whose timer had only 5 seconds before going off and destroying the place down.

König gulped as he began running to the exit as fast as his legs could take him before hearing a loud sound and falling down.

He looked up as something was falling to his face, and then everything went black for him.

A few moments ago, his eyes shot open as he felt a light pain on his head. He sat up and groaned as he looked at, feeling a hand caressing his cheek.

He looked at the hand and then followed it towards the direction of the body it was coming from. His eyes widened as he saw a familiar smile being given to him.

"König? Are you alright?"

A soft voice asked and made König's eyes  fill with tears in seconds. It was his boy. Y/n. His Y/n. Standing, safe, and sound, holding him in his arms.

"Oh, Y/n."

He said and quickly wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him into a close hug as he began softly sobbing in his arms. He thought he had lost him forever.

"Where have you been? How did you know where I was?"

König asked as he cupped the man's face on his hands and kissed his forehead sweetly, making the man giggle with each soft kiss.

Y/n placed his hands on König's wrists and held them lovingly as he looked at his eyes.

"I have been with you for the past two years, love."

Y/n said with a sweet smile which broke König in peaces. His eyes widened as he understood the meaning behind those simple words.

"Wait! You are.."

König mumbled as he looked at his lover's eyes and felt tears, hot and big tears, running down his face as the man nodded with a smile on his face.

Y/n was also crying. Tears ran down his cheeks and to König's hand that were placed on them.

"Yes... but I am here now..."

He whispered and leaned in, kissing König's soft lips, still leaving him surprised with each and every word.

"What?...How?...Y/n...what is happening?"

König asked with a scared tone on his voice as he looked at the man's eyes with disbelief in his.

No. No, he couldn't possibly be here. No.

"König...we will be together from now on...forever."

Y/n said as he stood up and reached out his hand for König to grab and pull him to his legs.

A light was shining bright behind Y/n as he smiled widely at König and let go of his hand before walking towards the light.

"Wait! Y/n!"

König called out and began running behind his lover as they got closer to the light.

"Ready?"

Y/n asked as he took König's hand in his and smiling at him. König was trembling, but the warmth of his lover's hand made him feel better as he nodded.

"Yes..."

König mumbled as Y/n kissed his cheek and began walking with him towards the light. Their hands connected, just like the first time they met.

Everything was dark except for that light. Everything reminded him of a night. It was a night that was filled with terror.

And his eyes were filled with tears. Both happy and sad tears as he walked alongside his lover to the other side.

Together for eternity, they had promised. And now, they would fulfil that promise. Not even death could do them apart.

König squeezed Y/n's hand, and Y/n squeezed back as they walked into the light together.

This was it. It was the end.

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Never again

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish x Male! Reader

No specific genre

Words: 2238

Another successful mission had come to an end. Another celebration for the trio was ahead of them. And their usual spot? Their favourite club.

Soap was driving to the road, with the windows rolled down with loud music playing on the radio.

Gaz was seated in the passenger seat, his arm out of the window as he sang loudly to the songs playing.

And lastly, Y/n on the back sear, having a singing competition with Gaz about who will sing louder.

As the club came in sight, Soap slowed the car down and turned the music lower as they parked on the parking lot.

They walked together to the door, Soap having an arm around his boyfriend,

Y/n, as they made their way through the cars and to the door.

Gaz was always chill about his two best friends dating. It was always as if they always were together. They were so clingy to each other.

Gaz was literally begging each one of them to confess to watch other. He actually had to set them up with a 'blind date' prank he pulled up on both of them.

They both owe him now because they are too happy together.

They walked closer to the door, Soap smiled at the guard as he made his way past him with Y/n next to him before stopping at the guards voice.

"ID?"

The guard spoke coldly to Gaz as he put his hand out, not allowing him to enter. This was happening, actually, every time they got here.

"Oh, come on, man. Are you kidding?"

He said as he started cursing while searching his pockets.

"You do that every time, mate. I am an adult, and you know it."

Gaz said as he pulled his wallet out and took his ID in hand, showing it to the guard. Who immediately moved to the side, allowing him entrance.

"Fucking ass"

Gaz cursed as he walked in with his friends who were laughing at him. He chuckled with them as they made their way inside the club.

The three men walked in and got settled down in a table close to the dance floor of the club. Soap took the seat next to his boyfriend and started a small conversation until the waitress came to take their orders.

"Maybe we should change our spot, I do not like the way those guys are looking at us."

Johnny mentioned as he pointed to a group of guys who were looking at them from the dance floor.

Y/n turned to look at them. They did give him the chills if he was honest. They were not muscular but sure seemed to be strong. Most of them were blonde, and some others were brunette.

They looked like a typical high-school bully gang. Or a football team if you would like.

The man shook his head, looking back at Johnny.

"Don't mind them. They are probably just checking out for chicks."

The man said and shrugged it off, continuing the conversation he had with Gaz as Johnny kept on looking at them.

Something about their gaze made him feel really uneasy. But he was sure that whatever would happen, he would be able to handle it.

He was a trained soldier after all. The only training those guys seemed to have was the one in football back in high school.

The three men chatted for a little while until a waitress came back with their drinks in hand.

She handed them to the guys and left right after to another table she was called to.

"Damn, was she pretty."

Said Gaz as he turned to look at the young woman who had served them.

"Aye, Gaz. Go talk to her, mate!"

Soap encouraged his friend as he pointed at the young lady who was taking the order of a group of women sitting on the table across theirs.

"I don't know, man."

Gaz said as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

"Why not? What do you have to lose?"

Soap said as he took his drink in hand and looked at Gaz with a questioning look on his face.

"Okay, fine. I'll go. Wish me luck you two!"

Gaz said as he stood up from the table and walked over to the woman, opening a conversation to her.

"Seems like Gaz will get a girl, huh?"

Soap said as he took a sip of his drink before spitting it out.

"Ew, what the fuck? This isn't what I asked for?!"

Soap said as he twisted the shot glass on his hand, looking at the liquid inside it with a disgusted face.

Y/n just chuckled at his silly expression and patted his back as he started coughing.

"Just go over to the bartender and let him know he fucked up!"

The man said as he smiled at Soap softly. Johnny just nodded and stood up.

"I'll be back in a moment!"

He said before placing a kiss on the man's head and walking off with his glass in hand.

The man waited alone for a while. He took a sip of his drink as he looked around the club.

People dancing. Some teens in a corner arguing. A couple making out in the corner.

He smiled at himself. This was a common yet uncommon sight for him. He has been to clubs again. It was always like that.

But ever since he joined the army, those nights weren't as common. Fighting for a country was hard , and there were limited opportunities for such activities.

He looked at the people hitting the dance floor as a song he really liked came up. He started moving his head to the beat of the music, just enjoying himself, until he heard a voice behind him.

"You like the song?"

The voice said, making him turn and look at the one speaking.

He got face to face with one of the guys Soap was talking about a while ago. He looked up at him. He appeared to be about the same height as him when he came up close.

"Yes, I really do."

He said and turned back to where he was looking at before.

Inside the growd he spotted Gaz with the waitress from before. The two were dancing side to side with each other.

The man smiled at himself, feeling proud of his friend having fun out there.

He would tease him about the girl later.

"So, wanna dance, pretty boy?"

The man who stood behind Y/n spoke to him again.

The soldier got quite the chills by the nick name he was called with. He looked the man up and down before turning his gaze away.

"Not really, man. I am waiting for..."

He looked around, trying to spot soap on the bar, but he was unable to do so because of the people dancing around.

"Your girlfriend?"

The man asked as he took the seat in which Soap was sitting in a while ago.

Y/n cleared his throat as he moved his chair a little further from the unknown man, being visibly uncomfortable with the small gap between them.

"My boyfriend, actually."

The man said as he tried avoiding the strangers gaze, but he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned his head to look at the man looking back at him with a devilish smirk on his face.

"So you're a homosexual? It's good to know that I have a chance."

The man said in a teasing tone as he leaned in towards Y/n.

"How dare you?!"

Y/n said as he slapped his hands away from him and stood up.

Meanwhile, Johnny was walking back to their table with his new drink in hand.

He could not see the table because of the fact that the place was packed with people.

When he got out of the growd and spotted his boyfriend on his feet with the guy dangerously close to him, he knew something was off.

He immediately started walking faster in order to reach the table as soon as possible.

"What's happening here, man?"

Johnny said as he walked behind Y/n, placed a hand on his shoulder, and looked at the guy.

"Nothing mat -"

The guy began to say before being cut off by Y/n speaking.

"He tried hitting on me and attempted to kiss me as well. He was thinking he had a chance."

Y/n said as he took a step back, getting to his boyfriend's side. Soap looked at the man with a disgusted face.

"Not my problem, you're so damn fine, man."

The stranger said and looked Y/n up and down while biting his lips, making Johnny go bizarre.

"Okay, now, put your tongue in, Lad. We don't wanna get dirty in here, do we?"

Johnny said with a deep and husky voice, being visibly both angry and uncomfortable.

"I didn't say anything, bro."

The man said. The fact that he denied it made Johnny so angry that he launched at him, throwing his glace on his head.

"I said shut it!"

Johnny yelled at the guy who came yo him with force and punched him on his jaw.

Johnny took a step back in pain before returning his punch.

Y/n trued stopping him, but Johnny shoved him to the side in an attempt to keep him out the fight.

The guys came to his rescue and joined in the fight, making it a horrific scene to watch.

Some people who were dancing were now standing there, frozen, watching the guys beating each other up.

Y/n sight and pulled his sleeves up as he jumped on the pit and started punching whatever and whoever he laid eyes on.

"Security!"

Johnny and Y/n heard a voice behind them calling for a guard, and they both stopped and made eye contact, frozen in spot for a moment.

"Bloody hell."

They both said at the same time as Y/n started to stand up.

"Johny, leave it! We gotta leave now!"

Y/n yelled as he pulled Johnny, who was punching the guy for the last time before he stood up as well.

As soon as they saw a security guard walking towards them, they started running between the crowd, looking for Gaz.

"KYLE COME ON!"

Johnny said as he pulled Gaz, who was leaning in to kiss the waitress from earlier.

"Soap what the -"

Gaz did not have time to speak before he saw the guard running towards them and joined his friends who were trying to escape.

"What's going on?!"

Gaz asked as he ran behind the two men who were a few steps ahead.

"A man hit on me."

Y/n said as he kept on running by Johnny's side, turning slightly to look at Gaz and then to the security guard who was chasing them.

"And I beat that guy."

Soap said as he kept running until he reached the door and opened it as fast as possible for his friends to get out.

Johnny turned back to look at the security guard, who was now accompanied by the guy he beat up.

"Ooh, nice one, Johnny!"

Gaz said as he looked at the guy's black eye, and fist bumped with Johnny.

"Thanks, mate!"

Johnny said as he started running to their car again in which Y/n was already waiting for them in the drivers seat.

"Get in!"

He yelled as the two men got in as fast as possible before he pulled up and out the driveway of the club, successfully getting away from the guards.

The three men kept their guard up until they got far enough.

All three of them sighed in relief as they realized they weren't being followed.

"You got that girl's number, Gaz?"

Johnny asked as he turned to his friend with a teasing smile.

"Hell, yes, I did!"

Gaz said with a huge proud grin on his face. Y/n chuckled at his friend's happiness as Johnny spoke once more.

"Good. Because we are never going back to the club again!"

He said as he wiped the sweat out of his forehead.

"Nope. Never again."

Said Y/n as he laughed with his friends. There was no way they were going back there any time soon.

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After all this time

Phillip Graves x Male! Reader

Genre: Angst / Lovers reunion / Fake break up

Words: 2771

(I only have one more chapter left to post from my call of duty one shots on Wattpad and then I'll start posting about Ghost bc. Once done, I'll start writing new stuff, either from your requests or not)

10 years earlier

A light breeze hit his face as Y/n stood at the airport, waiting for his boyfriend to come and say his farewell before he got sent to Europe, in the special forces of a country he was still not sure enough to name.

He looked around in the growd, trying to spot the blond haired man he so dearly loved, without having any success.

'The next flight to Frankfurt is taking off in half an hour. Please get your luggage in your plane.'

A female voice said and repeated in three more languages, which Y/n did not care enough to recognise. He just sighed and started walking towards his plane when he heard a voice calling him.

"Y/n wait, please!"

He could recognise that voice and thick American accent from kilometres away. It was no other than his lover, Phillip Graves.

Young Phillip ran to him and hugged him with all his force. Y/n could not hold his tears back as he knew this was probably the last time he would see him in his life. If not for the next decade.

He pulled away from the hug and sighed again. Tears were running down his eyes uncontrollably as he wiped them away like a maniac in an attempt to take a few last clear glances at Phillip's face.

"Before leaving, there was something I have wanted to tell you."

Phillip said as he cupped the boy's hands and looked him in the eyes. Y/n could feel something was wrong. He could almost smell the wickedness that the soft expression Phillip held on his face was hiding.

"What is wrong, Phillip?"

The boy spoke in a soft tone as his heart started best faster. He had both anxiety for the flight and what Phillip was going to say. And he wished he had never stayed to hear it.

"I have been using you all this time."

Phillip says as he lets go off the man's hands and takes a step back, finally revealing the evil smirk he was hiding. The boy stared in disbelief. This could not possibly be true.

Phillip was all he wanted in one. He had loved him throughout the whole high-school years of theirs. Was always there to comfort him and confront him when he was at fault. He had met him most of his friends and was always the nicest to him.

"What do you mean?..."

The boy said, his eyes blank as well as his mind. He could not possibly process all of that. Not at a time when the anxiety of the journey was around the corner. Not at a time, he will be going to the military all alone. He would never possibly find comfort there.

"I am not gay. I just stayed with you because I had a bet. Date the queen kid, and they would get me a motorcycle. I did get the motorcycle. So I don't need you anymore."

Phillip said in a stern and cold down. His face gave off a mischievous vibe, but something in his eyes made the boy unable to believe he was telling the truth.

Something about the light falling out of the said that he was not speaking the words he meant.

But, how could you, Phillip? Lie to him after all this time. After spending your years in high school together. Leaving him like this. Did you have him for such a fool?

Y/n took a step back. He did not answer. He looked around nervously. A hint of anger rushed into him as he pushed Phillip away.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

He said before starting to walk away. He could not look him in the eyes after that. Something inside him had been broken that day. And it could never be fixed. He was as glad as he could ever be about the fact that he won't have to see him again in his life.

He walked in the plane and walked to his seat. He looked outside of the window. All these people hugging relatives, friends, loved ones, while him? He had just gotten betrayed by the one he thought would last forever.

He spotted him inside the growds. He was looking at his plane. Y/n looked at him. He could almost smell something wrong. But he would never know what it was. He would never see him again. He hoped he wouldn't.

Present day

Phillip walked through the hallways together side by side with General Shepherd. He had been informed earlier that day that a new member would be transferred to his company to work as an assassin. He was really looking forward to meeting that mysterious assassin.

He had looked them up. He had only found a code name for him. Not his real name. That new man was said to be skilled at everything. He had worked under the government of many European countries in the last ten years and has done his job perfectly.

Phillip knew that him and the new member would get along. And he was sure that his shadows would be happy to have such a skilled squad mate. He was just a little hesitant since he hadn't found a picture of them.

"You seem rather nervous, Phillip."

A deep voice spoke next to the blonde man. General Shepherd. He had noticed the man's uneasiness. It made Phillip get goosebumps. The fact that Shepherd could always tell when he was feeling something negative.

"It's just the stress of the first meeting, sir."

Phillip replied, quite professionally. He could not possibly avoid the fact that he had anxiety in the back of his head about the new assassin. That man seemed scary to him — if he could describe someone that way.

"You do not have to. (Code name) is a pretty skilled and professional man. He would never do anything that would make you necessarily scared. Out of his missions, he is harmless. He might be a skilled assassin, but deep down, he is still a soldier. A soldier to who you are superior."

Shepherd explains, clearing things out for Phillip. The younger man did understand everything that was said to him. Yet he had this bad feeling in his head. This knot on his throat. Something was telling him that this meeting would change things.

They finally got close to Shepherd's office, in which the new commer was waiting for them. Phillip could feel cold sweat running down his neck and to his back as the general's hands twisted the doorknob, opening the door.

Shepherd walked in and waited for Phillip to follow. The American man took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He collected himself and his fears before walking inside the room. He looked down at the ground for a while before looking up.

A man stood across the room. A man who looked oddly familiar. Phillip stood there, just staring at the man. He knew him from somewhere. He was sure he did. He just could not figure out where he had seen him before. They have definable never worked together before since the man worked in Europe for the last ten years, which was exactly the same number of years Phillip had been serving.

"(Code name) I would like to introduce you to our company's CEO. Captain-"

Shepherd started to speak before the new man cut him off by continuing what he had to say.

"Phillip Graves."

The man said. His lip curled up on the side, turning his cold expression into a sinister smirk. He looked at Phillip up and down, sending shivers down his spine. How did that man know his name? Who even was that man?

"I see. You did some research, hmm?"

Shepherd said as if it was completely normal for the new man to recognise Phillip. The CEO had a bad feeling that he could not ignore. That feeling only got worse when Shepherd spoke again.

"Well, I will let you two introduce yourselves."

Shepherd said and walked to the door before opening and stepping out. Phillip quickly turned and tried reaching to grab his forearm and get him to stay.

"General wait!"

He exclaimed, but it was too late. The door had already been closed behind the general as his steps echoed in the hallway. Phillip sighed. He had to do this now — there's no other option.

He turned to the new member and looked him up and down with an eyebrow raised. He was sure he knew that man from somewhere.

Studying all his features, he noticed some that were characteristics of someone he used to know. The others, though? No, he did not recognise some.

He looked up from his feet to his hair and then stopped at his eyes. The man seemed rather uneasy. As if he was holding something back.

He sort of freaked Phillip out. The look that he gave him when he entered the room with Shepherd was making him get goosebumps at the thought.

"Do we know each other?"

Phillip asked with curiosity and confusion painted on his face. His skin was rather paler than it normally was, giving out the fact that he was feeling nervous.

And he got even more pale when he saw the man's reaction. The newly joined man brushed out laughing and wrapped his arms around his stomach while bowing down.

He seemed to be laughing so hard that he could barely breathe. He panted a few times before laughing again. Phillip's eyes twitched at the sight as he took a step back in self-defense.

Was the man insane?

"Oh, tell me that you actually do not recognise me, Phillip. I want to hear it!"

The man said between laughing, making Phillip feel rather offended. He looked the man with confusion at his face as he shook his head.

"Excuse me? Should I recognise you?"

He said, his offence visible in his tone. He could not understand why the man was having such a reaction. Who even was he?!

"Ooh! You don't remember? I thought we always remember the people who we make miserable!"

The man said and turned back into a serious expression. But, again, Phillip seemed to have trouble understanding him and recognising his identity.

What did he mean by 'the people who we make miserable'? Phillip never made anyone miserable other than the enemies of his company.

He was never a bully at school either, so there was no way that the man standing before him was a target of his arrogant teenage self judging people.

His mind was blank at this point, and he was looking at the man like a cow looking at a train. His head was lightly tilted to the side as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I am sorry, sir. But I do not seem to understand what you're talking about."

He said and looked at the man, waiting for an explanation to be given to him. The man closed his eyes, turned his head to the ground, and shook it in disbelief before looking back up at Phillip.

"Your exact words were: I have been using you all this time. Don't you remember? The day you came to greet me farewell at the airport that would take me to Europe?"

The man stopped himself and chuckled lightly.

"Damn, I thought that you would — at least — feel some guilt for all the fake happy memories you made with me."

The man finished his words and looked at Phillip.

The CEO seemed to have seen a ghost. His face was white. His legs were shaking, and his mouth felt completely dry.

The man standing before him was Y/n. His high-school boyfriend. A person to whom he meant so much. A person who meant too much to him as well, but got lost in time because of a misunderstanding.

"Y/n...?"

Phillip mumbled and looked at the man up and down. He could now understand what he meant by his previous words. He really had made him miserable that day at the airport.

"Bingo!"

The man said with a wide grin. He looked like a maniac. It scared Phillip how much the shy boy who always stood in corners had changed.

And he had changed dramatically. He was now a fucking assassin. A very faithful one, too. He cursed himself. All those happened after he left him.

He hurt him that much?...

"You- i-...wow..."

Phillip could not form words. He was looking at the ground. He felt so ashamed. His past was heavy on his back.

But it was not what the man knew it was. It was not what Phillip had shown to him. If only he knew what really happened.

Phillip was willing to tell him after all these years. He had a chance now. He wanted to do it. He wanted to make things right.

Because even after all those years, Phillip was still admitting to himself every night that he still loved that man.

"Y/n, please, let me ex -"

Phillip began to say only to he cut off midway of his sentence.

"Explain what? That you were a manipulative asshole?"

The man exclaimed and looked at Phillip with an angry expression.

"That you never knew the truth."

Phillip whispered calmly before looking up at the man who was left rather dumbfounded. He mumbled a small 'what' as he chest started raising up and down faster with each one of his breaths.

"It was not me who wanted to break up. Not me, who wanted it to end that way. Lord, I swear, I would have proposed that day if it wasn't for what actually happened!"

Phillip explained as he took a step closer to the man and looked down at his eyes as his hand got placed on his shoulder.

The man quickly moved away and took a step back before slapping his hand.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

He said and looked at Phillip angrily. Yet, in his angry eyes, Phillip could see a hint of sadness and hope. A hope for them.

"I was forced to break up with you, Y/n. Do you remember when i once told you my parents were homophobic? Well, they forced me to break up with you when they found out I was bi and dating you, a man."

He sighed and looked down. Shame was overwhelming him, and sadness could now be seen in his eyes as he spoke.

"They threatened to hurt me — and most importantly — hurt you! I couldn't live knowing that they would do it. So, I decided it was best for us that way."

Phillip explained, and small tears formed at the end of his eyes. He looked at the man's eyes and gave him a sad smile.

"I loved you. I still do love you, Y/n."

He said and walked closer to the man, looking down at him. Tears were running down his own eyes. His lips were shaking, and Phillip could easily notice it.

"Phillip..."

The man mumbled and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with disbelief. He tiled his head towards Phillip's hand that was once again placed on his shoulder.

"After all this time?..."

He asked and let the tears run down his cheeks as he looked up at Phillip's deep blue eyes. Oh, how he had missed those eyes.

"...when I said that I loved you...it meant that I love you forever..."

Phillip said and closed his eyes before leaning down and kissing the man's lips softly. A small hasp escaped Y/n before he kissed him back and shut his eyes tightly.

The tears run down his cheeks as his hands move to Phillip's neck and cheek, pulling him closer.

He had missed those lips. They were always so soft and warm. Just like he liked them. And they were still this way.

They drove him crazy. They made him love drunk. And now that he had found his way back to them, he was sure to stay here forever.

No matter what misery awaited them. He wouldn't leave him. Never again.

[converzhigh]

Instead

Soap x Ghost

Genre: Friends to lovers / fluff / male lovers

Words: 2482

The cold air of the autumn night hit Soap's face as he buried his face in his jacket. He looked down from the tower to the base and the field, thinking.

His eyes fell to the only window in base that had light. Lieutenant's room. The man was always the last one to fall asleep. Johnny had realized that every time he was the one with the night shift in the towers, Ghost would stay up until 4 a.m., at least.

Soap rested his head on his hand as he tilted his head to the side, pulling the jacket higher so he could feel more of its warmth in his face.

What was Ghost even doing up so late?

He tried looking inside from the window, but it was too far to make out what was going on inside the room. It seemed as if the lieutenant was sitting somewhere with something in his hands.

But he could not understand what it was. It looked like a book of some sorts, but he was not sure about it.

"What are you up to, young man?"

Johnny heard a voice behind him and turned his head to come face to face with his captain.

Price was not wearing his usual bucket hat but a beanie instead, showing a little bit of his hair in the back. Soap giggled to himself. If he didn't see the captain's hair sooner or later, he would have assumed that Price was bald.

"Nothing. I was just..."

The younger man turned back to look at the window of Ghost's room. The lights have been turned off. He looked down on his wristwatch and saw the time. It read that it was exactly 4 a.m. Just in time.

"... was just thinking."

He finished his phrase before looking down at the grass that surrounded the tower.

"Who is it, son?"

Price asked as he walked up to the man and placed his arm around his shoulder, pulling the younger man to his chest. Him and Johnny had a father and son relationship growing between them, so such actions were common for the two.

"L.t..."

Soap whispered and looked down. He had told Price about the feelings he had for Ghost many times in the past, but each time made him feel weaker and more embarrassed.

Day by day, his feelings for the taller male had grown as well as his shame. He had joined the special forces to make his father, ex Captain, before losing his life on a mission, proud, and not to fall in love with a superior.

He was feeling so wrong for the love he had in his heart for that man, but still, the feeling just wouldn't go away. Because every time Simon looked at his eyes, Johnny could feel his heartbeat raise. Every time they would sit close, the sergeant could feel this comforting aura flying above his head.

He would stay up until late in his room, looking at the stars and imagining how it would feel if Simon was there with him. He would write poems about him and read them to Gaz. And right after, beat Gaz up if he laughed at him.

He was the one he was waking up for. If it wasn't for him, Johnny would have already given up and went back to his mother in Scotland to take over the family business with his cousins.

"You should talk to him, son. You can not leave your heart beating for someone who does not know it."

Proce said as he pulled his arm and placed it on the sergeant's shoulder. Soap leaned into his touch and rested his head on Price's shoulder.

"Maybe you are right..."

The man spoke softly, not wanting to destroy the comfortable silence the two were sharing at the moment. Price was really right. He had to speak to Ghost.

The feelings he had for the masked man were not simple and easily able to overcome. Simon was the first person he layed eyes on when he joined. The first to talk to and the first to come in physical contact with.

Simon helped him train and get used to the military life when everyone saw him struggling and just walked by. He was there all the sleepless nights that Soap was scared that he would mess up in a mission, costing lives. He was there when he had panic attacks in missions and there when he woke up in the medical bed.

The lieutenant was really an important part of his life without realizing it. Soap had looked up the feelings he had, and the results he got were astrology websites saying that they were soulmates. While Ghost just viewed him as his best friend.

But deep down, he knew that he could love no one like he loved Simon. He knew that no one would take care of him like Simon did, never. He felt the spark every time he looked into the man's eyes and could see his future in them.

He was completely sure they were meant to be. But Simon was always there to call him "mate" to call him "bro" and to show him, he was just a best friend to him. And it hurt Soap's feelings.

He would stay up at night thinking of how different things would be if he shared this feeling with Ghost. If Simon looked at him and thought, "He is so beautiful." Just like he did when he looked at him.

"I will talk to him tomorrow, sir."

Soap spoke to Price after a long and comfortable moment of silence. The captain patted his shoulder and squeezed it in a comforting way.

"Good luck, son."

The man spoke before walking down the stairs of the tower. Soap watched him getting out and walking in the darkness as he disappeared into it. 'He really does give the best advice.' Soap thought.

The next morning, Soap put his plan on action. All night during his shift and after Price left him alone, he stayed and organized it. And his plan was simple. It was way simpler than he had it in his head. He just wished Simon would not get angry at him.

He would just ask to talk to him after they are done with breakfast, take him somewhere more private, and explain what was going on to him. With a little bit of luck, if not a couple, they would return back as if nothing happened.

He walked into the dining room, looking around to spot the tall man. His eyes travelled all around the room until he found him, sitting alone in a corner.

He walked up to him with his plate and looked down at him with a smile as he patted his shoulder to gain his attention. The man jumped up a little. He might have been lost in thoughts and haven't noticed Johnny coming, but he turned and looked up with an eye smile.

"Morning, L.t."

Mactavish greeted as he sat down next to him. Ghost seemed to be having a lot on his head because he did not reply. He just nodded and turned back to his plate, staring at it blankly as he got lost in thoughts again.

Soap sight in disappointment. Ghost has been more distant lately. He was used to him starting to be more open, but that week, he was actually a little cold to the Scottish man. Soap was always having the thought of what he may have done in the back of his mind.

Little did he know that Ghost was having  the same troubles. He was trying to hide the same feelings. And that was why he was avoiding him. He has been trying for a week, but they only got stronger.

And what he is doing up until 4 a.m.? He has been writing for Soap. Writing things that would never even be given to him, ever in his life. Because Ghost was scared.

He was scared that he would get rejected. He was scared that after that, Johnny would feel uncomfortable and leave him alone. Like most people in his life had done.

"So what's new?"

Soap spoke as he took a bite of his food. The nervousness is not really allowing him to have an appetite. The only thing in his mind was what would follow breakfast.

Simon never really replied. He just mumbled something in between the walls of 'just the usual' and turned back to himself. Soap sight in the silence flying over them.

"After breakfast, please, come to my room. There is something that needs to be discussed in private."

He says before pushing his plate away from himself and standing up, not really caring about what Ghost would reply to his phrase.

He was not asking, though. He was commanding. So Ghost better showed up, or else he would go find him, himself.

Soap made his way to his room, leaving the dining room behind. He was willing to get prepared mentally for what he was about to say to Simon. He only wished things would be the same.

In the meantime, Simon sat in silence as he heard Johnny's footsteps getting lost in the distance. He sighted and looked at his plate. The Scottish man had not touched a single bit of it.

The Brit was starting to worry about his friend. But he knew that whatever was happening with Johnny would be explained in his room later. He would even have the opportunity to talk to him about his feelings. He only wished things would stay the same.

Simon stood up once he finished his food and walked out of the dining room that was almost empty by the time. He made his way down the halls with a feeling he had never felt before. Nervousness.

As the other man's room came in sight, Simon could already feel himself being halfway passed out. He just wanted to ensure to himself that Johnny was alright. Not really caring what she had to tell him.

He knocked on the door and got an answer in the form of a groan. This was not something Johnny would usually do if he was not overwhelmed. He only prayed nothing too seriously was happening.

"Johnny..."

Simon spoke as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The man had his back turned to him, facing the window with his arms crossed on his chest.

"This is over Simon."

Johnny spoke, a stern tone on his voice as he coldly spit out words that hit Simon like bullets, leaving in frozen on the spot.

Simon looked at Soap without an expression on his face. He could feel his legs trembling as he heard how coldly he had spoken to him. Johnny was angry, but he did not know why.

"What is over?"

Simon spoke as if he could not understand a single word. And he couldn't. It was so sudden he did not even realise what was happening.

"You have ignored me for days. Started treating yourself like shit again. Staying up until 4 a.m., working out way too much, eating less than you want, but enough to make us feel sure you are full. What the fuck?"

Johnny turned and for the first time in years, Simon noticed tears in his eyes. The Scottish man was not angry. He was sad.

"I thought we were over this, Simon. I had helped you all the way here, and that's what you pay me back with? I am done with you. I wanna ruin that friendship of ours."

Johnny spat out once again, leaving Simon dumbfounded and speechless. No words could form out of his mouth. He could only feel his bottom lip tremble at the sudden snap of the Scott.

He was sure now. He had no chance with him even in a thousand centuries.

"We should be lovers instead..."

Johnny spoke again, looking at Simon with a smile even though tears were still running down his eyes.

Simon could not believe what was happening. Johnny had just confessed, and he felt himself weaker than ever. He could not speak, nor move. He could just open his arms and wait for the other man to fall in them.

And he did. Johnny rushed up to him, pulling him in a tight hug as he cried on his chest. Simon wrapped his arms around Johnny, soothing his hands up and down his back in a comforting manner.

"Oh, Johnny..."

Simon let out a soft voice as he hugged him tighter and tighter with each one of his heartbeats. He did not wish to let go. Not yet.

Johnny moved his head up and looked at Simon, who was looking down at him. He smiled softly as his hands reached out to pull his mask up, allowing his scarred lips to come in sight.

"May I...?"

He questioned as he looked up at Ghost, waiting for a reply. Simon nodded before feeling Johnny's lips smashing against his own.

His eyes widened before shutting tightly, enjoying the kiss. His hands moved to Johnny's lower back, pulling him closer as an expression of love got painted on his face.

The whole room smelled of passion and affection as the two pulled away and looked at each other's eyes, still holding one the other to themselves.

"I have waited for this moment for so long..."

Ghost confessed as he kissed Soap's forehead, giving the other man a little blush on his face.

"Oh, you can't imagine."

Johnny said as he playfully rolled his eyes before pulling the taller man in yet another kiss. His arms wrapped around his neck before pulling back gain.

"I love you."

Soap said in a low and soft voice as he smiled at Simon, who gifted him a smile back.

"I love you too, Johnny."

Simon said before pulling him in a hug, holding him close to his arm, and never wanting to let go.

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You can be my dad

John Price x Male! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2172

The man shot awake from his sleep and looked around the room with fear in his eyes. Everything was dark. He couldn't make out any figure in between the four walls. Only sorce of light was the window facing the woods behind base.

He stood up, the pale moonlight showing him his way to the door as he walked out of his room quietly inside the darkness. The hallway was cold, much colder than anyone would have expected it to be during a summer night.

He counted the doors until he found the one he was willing to get to. Captain Price's room. He pulled out his hand to knock but realized that the door was already slightly open. With a little hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked into the room.

He looked around. It was his first time being into Price's room. It pretty much smelled like him. Cheap cologne and cigarettes. Somehow, it gave the young soldier a feeling of comfort.

The room was tidied. Everything was in perfect place, and the bed was made?

"Captain?"

The man called out with a whisper before stopping and waiting for an answer. He walked to the small door that led to the room's private bathroom and put his ear in it to try and listen if someone was in there. Silence was all he heard.

He sight and turned around in order to go back to his room only to be faced with Captain Price himself with a towel in hand and his hair wet.

"Do you need anything, young man?"

Price spoke in a much softer tone than his usual. His voice alone was just enough to make the boy feel sleepy again.

"No, it's just that..."

Y/n started to speak as he fidgeted with his fingers and the bottom of his shirt. To Price's eyes, he pretty much looked like a child going to their parent's room to tell them they threw up in the middle of the night.

Price wouldn't mind hearing whatever excuse the boy had to tell him for being in his room at that hour. He had told his soldiers, especially the new commers and younger ones, that they could come to speak to him about anything bothering them.

To him, they were all family. They were all he had left. And that was what family did. They helped each other.

"I had a–"

The younger soldier started speaking before getting cut off by his captain pulling him in a hug. The man froze for a few seconds before relaxing into Price's embrace and closing his eyes, taking in his scent.

"It is okay, little one. We all have bad dreams sometimes. You can sleep here if you would like."

The soldier felt tears in his eyes at the nickname that Price gave him. Somehow, the older male always had the ability to touch his heart with simple words. He knew exactly what the reason was, but he felt so ashamed of it that he would not even admit it to himself.

He pulled away and looked down at his feet. He couldn't bring himself to look up at his captain's eyes because he knew it would make tears fall down his. He was not ready to show a vulnerable side of him to someone in the fucking military.

He knew from the start that things there would not be easy and that he would have to go along with the overwhelming environment of knowing that your life is in danger every time you wake. But he had nothing more.

Just like Price. He was alone in that world. He had no family other than his father, whom he had chosen to keep in a distance. He had no friends since he was always considered quite a jerk and a weird kid in school. He was not really successful in the romantic part of life, too.

He felt like a huge looser sometimes just thinking of what his life was before. The military was totally a much better place than the one he stood at a few months ago before joining special forces. At least here, he had something to fight for.

He had made friends who were really cool and surprisingly could relate to some of the things he had been through. He had a routine and a goal. And he knew that after every mission, he would come back in base and be waited by Soap, who would tell him how good he did and would spend the whole afternoon together celebrating their victory.

He had to admit this one. The military had saved him. In a way that nothing else had ever done in his life. He was glad he had taken the decision to join. Now, he had a purpose in life. Something to wake up and try for.

"We could watch a movie if you would like. It's just something small to make you forget about that night terror. You can choose what to watch."

Price suggested, making Y/n get back in reality and leave his thoughts behind. The soldier just nodded and started walking with Price, who had offered him his hand. The younger man looked at it before grabbing a hold of his pinky finger.

For no specific reason, but every time he was offered a hand by someone, he felt the need to hold their pinky finger. It had him feel more safe, if he was being honest.

He looked up at his captain right at the moment his hands made contact with his skin. He did not seem to mind one bit. His attention turned back to their hands. Price's hands were big. Bigger that his. Not much, but the difference could be visible.

The hold he had on Price brought back memories of his. Specifically, he remembered once when he was young, maybe eleven years old, he was out with his father in a very crowded place. He did not feel safe but did feel really uneasy between all those strangers. He remembered reaching for his father's hand to hold before having his slapped away and receiving a dirty look from his father.

The words he was told that day would forever stay in his memory. 'Do not go around touching me as if we were the best father and son duo. I did not want you in this world, and I still do not. If law was not pushing me to take care of you, I wouldn't be doing it.' Was exactly what his father said.

And it was a lie. His father never took care of him. Yes, he did bring him food on the table or kept him safe when it came to bullies trying to beat him up, but was never there in any other moment. The young man believed that those limited moments his father was a father were the ones making him still love him. He was his father, after all. He was a part of him.

As the soldier was, once again, lost in thoughts, Price had led them to a room that could be described as the living room of the base. It had a sofa and a TV in it. It was not much, but it was comfy enough for a military base.

Price walked to the sofa and sat down as Y/n picked a movie and put the DVD in the DVD player device that was placed in a selve next to where the TV was located. He pressed start and went to sit next to his captain, who had already gotten a blanket that was previously folded in the corner of the sofa.

Price patted the space next to him for the man to sit as the intro song of the movie started playing. The soldier took the offer, sneaking up close to his superior and getting comfortable under the blanket before turning to the screen.

A few moments later, he felt a hand being placed around his shoulder in a kind of protective way. He looked at it with a small sparkle in his eyes that the man to whom the arm belonged to noticed.

"You can lean in me if you would like. I have no problem."

Spoke Price without taking his eyes off the screen, but the man next to him could see his smile. It made him feel comfortable enough to tilt his head until it made contact with Price's chest.

The younger man put his legs on the sofa and laid his head on his captain's chest as Price's hand moved from his shoulder to his side, but Y/n did not mind it. He was too comfortable at that position to make any comment.

His gaze turned back to the screen, but his focus was still on Price. He was looking up at that man since he hand joined, and he was a little scared of his at first. But, just like he did with Ghost, who was to him ten times scarier, after a little bit of a conversation with him, he came to realize that they might look intimidating, but they were human deep down. And, even if some people do not want it to be admitted, all humans have a soft side.

Some people just hide it better than others.

"Is there something you need?"

Price asked as he looked down at the man who, with realizing, had been staring up at him for a little while.

"No, sir. I was just admitting to myself how much I admire you and your job."

Those words of honesty had truly touched Price. He always viewed the young soldier a little more of just one of his men ever since he learned by Soap about his background story.

Don't get him wrong. He cared dearly for all of his men and viewed them as his brothers, but with this young man, something inside him had been awaken. He felt the same he did when his, long lost, wife told him that she was pregnant. It felt as if that father every man had inside had been awakened.

He felt the need to protect that soldier with everything he had. Just like he felt with some other of his men, meaning of Gaz and Soap since they were the youngest of the all, when they first fell under his orders.

The moment Price looked down at the man again, he heard light snoring and felt a tight grip on his shirt. He looked down and saw the smaller males fist clenched on the fabric of his shirt. He felt himself being in tears but shrugged it off when he heard the loud noise from the television.

He took the remote in hand and turned the device off before standing up with the young man in his arms. Y/n cuddled in his embrace and buried his face on his chest as the cold hit him once he left the blanket.

Price chuckled to himself at the small whimper and the tremble that spread on the man's body with the change of temperature as he started walking back to his room.

He pushed the door open and closed it soft behind him, trying to make no sounds loud enough to wake the man up. He walked to his bed and placed the boy in it before pulling the blanket on top of his body. He patted the blanket on his chest and, without realizing it, leaned down and placed a kiss on the man's forehead.

"Goodnight, little one. Sweet dreams."

Price whispered, and the response he was not expecting to get left him stunned.

"Goodnight, dad, I love you a lot."

The soldier mumbled as he turned to his side and started snoring once again. Price felt a small tear rub down his cheek at the word that had just felt his man's mouth.

He has had such a relationship with both Soap and Gaz before, but neither one of them have ever called him 'dad'. At that moment, he knew that this man was going to be his adopted child from now on.

"I love you too, son."

He said as he laid down next to the man and pulled him back on his chest, letting all his body warmth move to the smaller ones body.

That boy had just changed his life with a simple sleepy mumble.

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DANGEROUSLY YOURS

So, I decided to post some drafts / old stories from my Wattpad account for y'all.

They are pretty much just a bunch of call of duty stuff from its trendy era on TikTok about two years ago.

Simon Riley x Male! Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Male lovers

Words: 4.813

It was one of those usual nights. Those nights that Simon would spend with the man most dear to him. They haven't known each other for a long time, but the masked man could feel a connection between the two. It has not been more than a few weeks that the man had been transferred to his team, and Simon could already trust him with everything.

He was said to have been sent to help with the mission in London, in which they were at that moment. That morning, a plane would come and pick up the team to return them to their base until their next mission. But Simon knew that this mission couldn't end with that conversation.

The room was dark with only a lamp of pale light brightening up the two men sitting in there. Simon looked at the man before him. He couldn't believe that after this mission was over, he might never get a chance to see him again. He was determined to make the most out of that night. Even though he knew it wouldn't end well.

"I am going to tell you something tonight, Y/n. Something that will put my life in your hands."

The British man spoke, causing an expression of confusion to be painted all over the other man's face. He slightly tilted his head to his left and looked at Simon's eyes.

"Life?"

He asked. He couldn't clearly understand what the man was talking about, and he was sure that he wouldn't clearly explain it either. But he had a bad feeling of what was going to follow.

"It would mean my life would be the news to get to certain circles, yes."

Simon explained as he looked around him room. His stubborn personality and expressionless face have seemed to be gone by the time he met the man's eyes. He couldn't possibly be making this conversation.

"Then don't tell me! How do you know you can trust me?"

The man sitting across Simon said with a raised tone of voice. He wanted Simon's trust. He indeed did, but he wasn't ready for what was about to follow.

"I love you, and I believe you love me."

Simon said, taking the man by surprise. The man who was supposed to not feel anything, a man who had killed thousands of people and have seen as many dying, was admitting to love him.

"You are quite wrong! This has only been an adventure to me."

The man lied. He knew he could feel the same for Ghost. But he had a mission to complete and a goal to achieve. He did not have time for romance, and especially, with an enemy.

"That isn't true, Y/n."

The man refused to believe what he was saying. He could see it, clear as day, that the person looking at him across the room was making up excuses to get away from something.

"It is true! You smiled at me, and I was flattered! It was an adventure for a holiday movie."

The man said and turned his head away in intolerance. How did Simon have the audacity to choose what he did or did not feel?

"You may as well take my heart, Y/n! It's already full of you! You walked in it the day we met!"

Now, that was something new for Ghost to say. But as uncommon it was for him, it was honest and out of heart. He had known that this man was the one he was looking for all those years.

"You are a fool, Simon!"

The man rolled his eyes at him. He couldn't possibly be saying those things to him. At least not in the military. They were playing for countries and not for some short of romantic comedy.

"Oh-Ho, but isn't any man who falls in love? Do you know what you are to me? You are something to believe in again. You're the type of person who had ceased to exist for me! A fine and honest man!"

Ghost spoke as he let a deep laugh out his chest. The man was acting so childish, not wanting to accept the amount of feelings Simon had for him.

"Oh my darling, you are such a child. Take your foolish little dream and your heart, and go! Please go!"

The other man ordered, pulling his arm to the air and pointing to the door. He was superior, after all. A captain. Ghost, even as a lieutenant, had to obey his orders.

"What is it? What's wrong, my dear?"

Ghost could feel the hormones burning in his lovers body as he spoke loudly to him in a commanding tone. He was desperate to calm him down and get this conversation to an end.

"You know nothing about me! You've known me for only three weeks!"

It was true. They haven't known each other for longer than three weeks, and yet Simon was already claiming to have his trust.

"Three weeks? Y/n, I've known you all my life."

The masked man said and put his hand on his chest. The man from the other side still wasn't buying it. He knew limited things about him. The only things that Y/n wanted him to know.

"All your life?"

The man spoke and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms on his chest. Ghost was really making this a romantic scene now. As if he had ever had such a thing going on in his life.

"It's true! I've seen you in a thousand missions! Read you in as many information folders. Well, I've heard beautiful music, I've thought, 'He'd like that'! I've looked at flowers and known that one day, I'd give them to you!"

The man let yet alone another monolog of desperation. The man couldn't understand what had gotten into him, and he was still trying to convince him that he could trust him.

"Oh, stop! Stop that! You must listen to me! I am not that man! Perhaps I was once, but I am not now! You see, you were wrong! You can't trust me!"

The man spoke loudly once again. He did not want to get more attached to Ghost. His little lovely acts were enough to distract him from his mission. He just had to get the information and give it off, but damn did that man make it hard for him to stay in the lines of his orders?

"Are you trying to tell me that someone whose name we both know and won't mention sent you here?"

The man was taken back by surprise. No. No, he couldn't possibly know that he was sent here by his enemy to destroy them from the heart.

"What are you saying?"

The man mumbled softly, his voice not louder than a whisper. How could Ghost possibly know where he was coming from. He did not give any information such as this to anyone. What was happening?

"You see, I've known all along. I had Soap look you up the day you arrived."

Ghost explained and placed his clenched fists back on the table. He looked nervous and even angry. He was totally not liking the way this conversation was going.

"And it– it didn't make any difference?"

The man was stunned. His mind had gone blank. Ghost had known all along, yet he trusted him blindly. Oh, how much of a fool he felt like.

"It didn't make any difference. You see, I trust you. You came here to betray me and to betray my country. That is your mission, Captain (code name of your choice). And yet, I am so sure of your love that I will trust you with my life  and what is more valuable, the life of my country."

He even knew his code name. He totally knew all his history as well. Soap really had done a good job leaking his information. Ghost knew. And yet, he trusted him with all he had.

"I will betray you!"

It pained him to say, but he had orders to follow. It was either this or death. He could not go back with what he was asked to bring. His boss was a maddog, and he wouldn't allow anyone who disobeyed to live.

"If you do, you will betray yourself at the same time."

The man said as if he was reading it in his eyes. He really couldn't pull himself to betray that man. Simon was right. He did love him. But he couldn't admit it. Neither could he let it guide him if he wanted his life.

"Yes. Yes, I know."

"So? You shall know my secret. Even now, that we sit here, there is a great network growing tighter around the foremost nations of the world. Treaties, pacts, alliances being formed against the man who sent you. Tonight, I will sign a pact that will set the wheels in motion to destroy him."

A network? What was Riley even talking about? His boss was one of the strongest leaders at the world right now. Destroying nations in days and stealing endless amounts of money. He could not be won that easily.

"Detroy him?! No!"

The man yelled, getting up from his seat. Simon couldn't possibly do anything on his own to destroy that man. A network would do a little work, but no, he couldn't let this happen.

"He's made a great many mistakes! The greatest of them all was sending you here, Y/n."

Y/n a mistake? How dare he call him that. The man felt rage raising up in his veins as he looked at Simon dead in the eyes.

"Why?!"

The man pulled away from the table and walked towards the window that existed in the small room they were in. He looked out at the stars. He needed strength. Or else he could bend.

"He knew I should love you. But he did not guess that you would fall in love with me."

Simon spoke as he stood up and walked behind the man. His chest made contact with his back as he hands moved up and softly rubbed his shoulders.

"No... He did not guess that."

The man spoke quietly and looked down. His arms were crossed in his chest as Simon's were placed on top of his.

"And you do see that you can not betray him!"

Simon said in his ear, making him shiver. He felt goosebumps all over his body, but the touch on his arms gave him a feeling of comfort.

"If I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray him, I betray my country. My country is very dear to me."

The man said and moved away from his lover, but Simon grabbed his hand and made him look up at his eyes.

"Dearer than I?"

Simon said, and a little sadness could be heard in his tone. Was he really that upset that something could mean more to Y/n than he did?

"No. No, not dearer than you."

The man could not possibly lie to himself forever. He had to admit it someday. It would be the last time they talked after all.

"Then, will you help me defeat him?"

And there Simon was again, trying to convince him to help him win over the man who could take his life whenever he wanted to do so.

"Help you? Defeat him?"

The man wanted to say yes. He wanted to have the freedom he once had before joining the special forces and falling under the orders of that devil of a man.

"By telling me his plans. That's the only way I could hope to defeat him. We can't both win. You'll see, Y/n."

"I'm... begging to see..."

The man explained, and it all made sense to Y/n. It was so easy. He just had to explain a few plans of his boss, and it would all be over. But then again, the fear of losing his life and the human need to live were creeping out in the corner of the room.

"Then you will help me."

Simon said, pulling on the man's hand before he quickly pulled away and looked at Simon with a face that reminded him of a parent scolding their kid.

"By giving you any information, I may posses, concerning our plans?"

The man asked as his hands moved down and hot placed on his hips.

"Yes."

Simon replied. That was exactly what he was expecting to hear.

"You are very clever, aren't you? Oh, I can read you like a book now!"

Y/n said as he put his his hand to the air with a very cocky and proud smirk being placed on his face.

"You thought I was young and easily swayed! That you could make me love you? And I would throw my country, my duty, for you?"

The man said, looking at him angrily as his right hand moved to point at him, making Simon raise his hands in the air as if he were being arrested by the police.

"That is not the way to look at it, Y/n."

Simon explained, trying to calm the man before him down, without having any success.

"You weren't that wise, after all! Because you're lost, you hear me?! Lost! You guessed wrong in our little duel of wits! You forgot how close hate is to love!"

Y/n yelled like a mad man as his hand moved to his gun holder that was wrapped around his thigh.

"You don't know what you're saying,

Y/n."

Simon yelled back and tried walking towards the man across him. Something about the way he looked back at him told Simon that this wasn't going to end well.

"You never loved me! You knew that I loved you and you used that!"

The man spoke again and pulled the gun out of its case before pointing it to Simon, making him stop on his tracks.

"Y/n, stop talking like a child! We're playing for countries now!"

Simon spoke loudly but calmly as he froze in place, knowing that his life was in danger with a loaded gun being pointed at him.

"Yes, we are! Aren't we? This is a gun in my hand, Simon! I'd advise you to be careful what you say."

The man said as he turned the gun slightly to the side, giving Simon a better look at it. Simon smiled and walked away. Back to the table, they first was sitting in.

"Well rather melodramatic, aren't you? Tell me, will I be the seventh notch on the gun, or the eighth?"

Said Simon as he giggled to him, pulling a pack of cigarettes out together with a lighter and pulling his mask off, placing the cigarette in his mouth.

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

He said before lighting up the cigarette and turning back to look at the man with the gun in his hand once again.

"Smoke?"

The man asked as he tilted his head to the side once again while looking at Simon with a confused look on his face.

"I always smoke at the theater. Somehow, it enhances the performance."

Simon joked, although he knew that such a joke at a time like that could cost him his last breath. He looked at the man as he took another seep of his cigarette and blew the smoke out of his mouth.

"You can do anything you please, Simon. But you have very little time to do it in."

The man said and pointed to the clock placed on the wall with his head. He wouldn't like the end of that conversation. Neither would he feel good with himself and what he was about to do. But he somehow had to complete his mission.

"You mean you are actually going to kill me?"

Simon asked as he crossed his arms with the cigarette still placed between his lips.

"I mean just that!"

Y/n said from across the room with the gun in his hand, still pointing to Simon but this time, pointing to his chest. The man seemed to have taken his decision and was not willing to change his mind.

"Well, go ahead!"

Simon said as he put out his cigarette in the ashtray that stood on the table and turned back to the man with his arms in the air once again.

"I'll do this my own way. Look, you already know my purpose in being here. Now, you will either give me my information or I will kill you. You have until nine o'clock."

The man spoke with a stern tone as if he was commanding. Not even giving another option. Nine o'clock? That was in about thirty minutes.

"You won't do it. You can't pull the trigger. You can't pull it because you love me. It takes a very brave and very cold man to do that, Y/n. I do not think you can. Isn't that true? Isn't that why you're waiting?"

Simon knew that the man he looked at was hesitant to do that action of cruelty. Because cruelty was the only thing he could think about when someone spoke of lovers killing each other. He had taken thousands of lives and never once thought of it that way. He guessed that you would never know the really side of something unless you experienced it.

"That's not true!"

There he was again. Denying the truth. He wanted to stay strong. Lie to himself, saying that he could handle himself and what he had decided to do at that night without feeling his heart being broken.

"Or is that you want to watch your victim? You wnat my heart to constrict with agony, my hands to shake. You want me to plead for my life so you can make a generous gesture and spare me! Sorry, Y/n, I do not seem to be in the mood for prayers tonight."

Simon said and turned to the window once again. The moon had already been up for almost an hour now, and the stars had started to shine brighter. He knew this would be his last time looking at the stars. He knew that the man was brave enough to kill him. And he was sure he would. His mind just couldn't accept the fact that the person who made him believe in love again was about to take his last heartbeat away.

"You don't think I'll do it? That's why you are so brave. You don't think I'll do it. You would not be so brave otherwise! You are a coward at heart! You lied to me! You deceived me!"

The man with the gun spoke again as he lowered his weapon for a moment before pointing it to Simon again. The anger in him was starting to take over his mind with every tick of the clock.

"You tried to deceive me!"

Simon said, trying to make his state more stable without success once again. Oh, he knew he was a goner for sure by the angry look that the man gave him.

"I'm tired of listening to you!"

The man yelled as the grip around his gun tightened. His grip might have tightened, but his fingers never dared to get any closer to the trigger. At least, not until the clock showed exactly nine o'clock.

"You gave me your heart, you know? You would like me to hand it back, whole again. But I won't. You'll live a long time yet, Y/n. An eternity without me. You will look into you will look into the faces of passersby, hoping for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them, there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me, and your mind will give you the doubtful cancelation that you did, a brave thing."

Simon spoke as he turned to face the man once again. Y/n felt tears coming to his eyes, but he bit his lip in order to stay strong and not regret his already taken decision. He wouldn't handle Simon's death and especially Simon's death caused by his own arms. He couldn't handle living a life knowing that his hands were painted by the man's, who he once loved, blood.

"You dare to talk about bravery?!"

He yelled back at Simon. His sweet words had to go away. This was already hard enough for the captain, but the mission should get completed. That is what he swore for when he joined the army. Fight until the mission is ended, even if it means sacrificing everything you have. And Simon was everything he had.

He had no friends. No family. There is no place to call a home. He only had Simon. A man who he was about to kill for his job. Everything he did was for his job. And even more specifically, his country. He couldn't betray his land.

"What else do we have to take about,

Y/n? For me, there will never be another man but you. But to my heart, there is another live that must come before you, my country."

Simon had just said what exactly he needed to hear. He was not important enough to him. Simon would always put his country first. The man was left there, frozen, and looking at Simon's eyes.

"You are so still. Your face is like ice. What are you thinking, Y/n?"

Simon asked, softening his tone a little bit as he looked at the man with sympathy in his eyes. He was human, after all. Of course, he would be frozen at a time that he was about to take a life.

Simon could see his younger self in the man's eyes. This was exactly his look when he took his first life ever. 'It is the stress of the beginner,' he thought.

"What does anything you can say matter? You betrayed me with words. What good are words when your heart is breaking? If I fail now, I should deserve to die. You tricked me into loving you!"

The man spoke and let a single tear run down his cheek. He was too overwhelmed to do this without crying. Without letting him walls down for a little while. But he soon was back to his angry self.

"Aren't you forgetting that you came here for the same purpose?"

Said Simon with a mischievous smirk on his face, which just made the man get to his limits faster. The clock signaled that it was ten minutes before nine o'clock. Simon had only a few minutes of life before having it taken by the man he loved the most in the world.

"I can't betray you. I tried to tell you, you said you already knew! I was as honest as I knew how to be."

Said the man and put the gun down, giving Simon the hope that he had changed his mind. Simon's eyes had now softened, and his heart was beating fast. He was not sure if he was anxious about the fact that he had limited timing to breathe or because he was watching at the man he loved being in pain.

"Do you think I wanted to love you? Knowing where you came from and what your ambition was? Don't you suppose that every hour we were together, I was thinking 'he was pretending' ?"

This put the man in thought. Simon knew his mission so long ago, and he was still the sweetest towards him. The masked man could have been so hurt listening to the man telling him that he loved him and knowing that he was here to destroy him and his country.

"I wasn't. I loved you!"

Said the man as he picked up the gun again. It might hurt him to kill Simon, but it would hurt even more knowing that Simon lived while he knew that he could never have Y/n stand by his side. The man was desperate to put an end to Simon's pain.

His anger from the last words that have been told was still towering over him, and the thought of his mission was back again. If Simon knew about his intentions, then he was the one lying about saying he loved him.

Yes, that was it. Simon was the one pretending.

"And I loved you! I let you pretend that because you brought something to my days, I couldn't stand the thought of losing. Listen to your heart, Y/n. Feel it pounding."

Simon said as the clock made the loud bell sound, signaling that it was nine o'clock. Simon was about to die in the hands of his lover. But he was so in love with him that he couldn't and wouldn't try avoiding it.

If he could stare in his eyes one last time and lose his breath, he would do it. And he will do it. He will look at him one last time before dying. And dying in the sight of him was sounding like a heavenly way to die.

"Your time is up!"

The man said as he pointed the gun back at Simon, sniffing a few tears, trying to stay strong at the last moment. Their journey had come to an end. It was time for Simon to go.

"And my last words, I love you, Y/n."

Simon said and closed his eyes, finally accepting his faith. But those last three words he said made Y/n get more and more angry. His hand moved quickly to the trigger and pulled it while he screamed.

"You determine to die with a lie on your lips?!"

He said as the sound of a gunshot echoed in the room. The bullet went directly to Simon's chest and to the side of his heart.

"I... love you, Y/n..."

Simon repeated as his body froze, and he fell to the floor unconscious. The man gasped and ran to him, kneeling down next to him.

"Oh, God..."

He said as he ran his hand on top of the wound he had created. He couldn't feel Simon breathing anymore. Neither could he feel his heartbeat. All those years of training had given off in the wrong way. The bullet had hit Simon exactly in the heart, taking his life in seconds.

The man couldn't hold his tears in anymore. He started crying as his head leaned in Simon's chest. His whole body was trembling as he held his lover's lifeless hand in his. He looked up once again. Simon's eyes were closed, and his lips had formed a smile.

He could see it clearly since he had taken his mask off a while ago to smoke. His hand moved to Ghost's scarred face and cupped his cheeks. He leaned in and placed his lips on top of his. They were still warm.

He pulled away, letting for tears run down his face as he stood up and grabbed his already packed backpack. He walked to the door and turned back around. He couldn't stay here. If he did, he would get caught. He had to get back to his base.

He looked at Simon's peaceful dead face as he smiled at himself, knowing that Simon would be in a better place by now. He put his hand in his pocket, and there he found a small picture that he had taken and printed out of him and Simon hugging. He put the picture on his lips, kissed it, and placed it back in his pocket.

He would never forget Simon. He was the love of his life. Yes. He was dearer than his country.

'I love you, Simon. I have loved you and will love you forever. See you in the next life, my datling. Please, promise me that we will meet again. That we will have a chance in another world. Until then, please, do not forget me.'

And with that thought, the man excited the room and ran towards his motorcycle. He turned on the machine and took off in the dark night.

That night will forever stay in his memory. And that man will forever stay in his heart.