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⚫⚪⚫a very important message⚫⚪⚫

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"Ok, ma'am that'll be $226.03."

I take my wallet out of my pocket and unfold it. It is empty other than a single moth that lazily flies out. The moth lands on the tap point of the card reader. There's a beat, and my payment is processed. The moth flies back into my wallet and I put it back in my pocket.

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I swear there's times -like now- where I want to go up into to the mountains and have a cabin with a garden, animals, herbs and so on. I was meant to be an old mountain witch.

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soap about ghost

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*on a date* Ghost: You look pretty cute dressed up without your tactical gear Y/N: Yeah? What do I look like with the tactical gear? Ghost, eye twitching: Hot as fuck

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that's how you say it-141

reader is still learning English, and they tend to confuse words for others, like today

Price: no, its not about taking cover, its about making sure they don't spot us

Soap: so we're basically fucked

R/N: *studying in the back*

Gaz: you seriiously don't get what he means

Ghost: just explain better, that's what we want

*silence*

R/N: *looks up* my favourite expression in English is the one that says, never bite the hand..uhm...of the one that fingers you...something like that *goes back to reading*

All of them: ....

R/N: did I say that right?

Gaz: *about to explain*

Soap: nobody tell them, its better this way

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in a real mood tonight to have price bully me into his lap in public so he can pet my hair and coo about how pretty i am in front of his seething men who can’t touch meeeeee

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Bar: I just made a bet with the others about how long it'll take until the Commander admits he likes 141's Captain

Moose: You shouldn't have done that

Bar: Why-

Graves, from the other room: That is the hottest man I have ever had the pleasure of betraying

Bar: FUCKING BITCH- ALREADY??

Moose: *nods solemnly*

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Price: Target is on the run

Nik: *picks up a rock*

Price: Put it down

Nik: *grumbles as he drops the rock*

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John Soap 'grew up on a farm and raised meat rabbits, his favorite food is rabbit stew' MacTavish

But also

Simon Ghost 'everyone knows he's a shifter but nobody knows he's a rabbit shifter' Riley

That's it. That's the brainrot.

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Gaz locker room mirror selfie ✌️​ He's probably gonna send it to the group chat and make everyone feel bad

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Graves: I don't talk bad about people

Price: Don’t talk good about them either

Graves:

Price:

Price: Don’t-

Graves: What was that? A bit of southern twang??

Price: No-

Graves: Oh I'm having an affect on you~! What will your boys say?

Price: I will shove you in front of oncoming traffic-

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Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley/female reader - tw canon typical violence, mention of sex trafficking, torture.

The only sound in the hallway is Simon's breathing.

The carpet is soaked in blood, tan and yellow threads turned brown and red under the bodies bleeding out on top of them. He laid waste to everyone, to all of them, methodically picking his way through a sea of faces, unable to stop himself, basking in the carnage, indulging in his rage.

One of them begged. Pleaded for his life, cried about how he had a family, about how he didn't know anything, how he was innocent. He was a liar, of course, and they both knew, though it didn't stop him from trying. He had to have known it was futile, and with the cock of a gun, Simon leaned down, nose to nose, pressing the barrel to the man's temple.

"I'd kill your entire family to save mine." 

It was supposed to be a ransom after all. Horribly executed, botched from the start, your captors were a half rate group of mercenaries who were supposed to deliver you days ago for their own payment.

They decided to keep you instead, tried to negotiate a higher payout. Simon is grateful to them for being so stupid, in a way. If they hadn't tried to barter their way into a bigger payday, Kate may not have been able to find you as quickly. You might have slipped between their fingers, already hidden away, sold to a higher bidder.

That's what they wanted, the ones who initiated the plot. They were going to sell you, sell your body, until Simon exchanged himself for your life.

An old grudge rearing its head as a painful reminder.

He should have snatched you away and hide you the moment he saw you on that street. He should have followed his instincts.

But he refused, and now he's here. Slaughtering everyone in his sight, looking for the musty old hotel room where you're being held captive.

Price finds you first. His voice chirps in Simon's earpiece, calling out a floor and a number before instructing Gaz to radio the chopper.

Simon's never run so fast in his life, three stairs at a time, slamming into doors and hopping over dead men until he turns the landing and nearly runs into Price.

His captain grips him by the arm and gives him a little shake before stepping aside and calling over his shoulder. "Put him away, Simon. He's done his part, your wife needs you now."

You're tied to a chair. Arms and ankles bound, wrists cuffed, duct tape across your mouth. It shines with blood, the trickle seeping from a wound on your forehead, a fresh gash weeping.

It's hard to tell if you're breathing, and in that moment, he offers up a plea to something he's not sure exists.

Please. Please, don't take her.  

He's on his knees in front of you in a blink of an eye, Johnny on his left slicing through rope before fidgeting with the cuffs and cursing. "I'll find the key."

He taps your cheek gently, and you jerk away, eyes wide with fear, unfocused and terrified, trembling. He says your name as softly as he can manage, shaking hands peeling away the duct tape, blinking away the tears burning in his eyes.

He knows what you see, who you see. A killer covered in other men's blood.

Ghost in all his glory. In his element.

"Put him away, Simon. He's done his part, your wife needs you now."

He rips the mask from his face and ducks into your line of sight, stroking his thumb over your temple. It takes you too long to recognize him, and when Johnny bursts back through the door, you flinch, slamming your eyes shut, shirking away. He has to coax them back open, holding you steady as the cuffs click open and your arms go slack, your whimpers fracturing his already broken heart, the small sounds crackling into a dry sob. "I'm here, you're safe. It's me, it's me. I've got you." You slump forward, face crashing into his shoulder, too warm to the touch. Festering wounds turned to fever, illness quickly through your veins.

Your left hand twitches in the corner of his vision, covered in blood, and Johnny smothers a hiss.

It no longer has a ring finger. It's been cut away below the knuckle, raw and bloody, bone visible beneath the swollen and infected flesh.

The sapphire nowhere in sight.

"Simon." You slur, and he cradles the back of your head.

"I'm here, 'm right here mama." The waver in his voice betrays him.

"Hurts."

"I know honey, I know. We're gonna fix it, okay?" You're limp, no strength left in your bones, your muscle, and he cradles your belly, desperate to feel any movement, any sign that the baby is still there. Your sobs are a knife in his chest. "Shhh, I've got you. You're safe."

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Group photo🫶🫶🫶

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Soldier: We should talk more

Farah: I'd rather continue gatekeeping my personality from you

Soldier: Oh-

Alex: ... did you teach her that?

Ghost, proudly: Didn’t need to

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In the humid dark of the ship’s hold…

…the heavy footsteps on the wooden planks sounded like a dark rumble of thunder. The scent of rum, gunpowder and salt filled the air… evidence enough that John -once again- was captured and bound on Simon Riley’s ship.

„Back to stealing my gold, are we, Soap?“ Simon asks, his tone dangerously low.

„Hard to ignore treasures like yours,“ Soap replies, his grin widened without regret.

Simons sword touched his chin ever so lightly but still enough to make him raise his head.

„This time you’re not escaping,“ Simon murmurs with a glint of amusement - and John’s grin only grew broader.

(Ghostsoap as pirates? Yes or yes)

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The fun thing about COD is that everyone who calls the 141 and every other operator their precious little mew mew skrunkly is fully aware that Soap once used an enemy soldier as a meat shield, Price responded to a barricade by attempting vehicular manslaughter, Gaz saw one terrorist attack and decided going feral was an option that should be on the table, and Ghost is, well, Ghost.

They know their little mew mews are war criminals and they do not care.