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smutlord-supreme · 2 years ago

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I also got stalked a couple years ago for similar reasons (coworker/classmate misinterpreted friendliness as romantic interest). I never really see anyone talk or write about it realistically, so thank you. I feel like no one really gets it unless they’ve experienced it firsthand. I’d love to see an extended ghost version if your requests are still open!

Ok I did my best on this one, but I'll tell you right off the bat I'm not sure how happy I am with it, so I apologize. Something I really tend to ramble in my stories and this is definitely one of those times. That being said the majority of this was written and edited while I was in the club last night. So that has to count for something. Nothing like the ambiance of pounding music and pressing bodies to really motivate me to write a fic about Ghost... maybe thats an idea. Ghost in the club... well see.

Without further ado...

The Letter

Ghost X Reader

7,443 words

Cw: stalking, bodily injury, fighting

Summary: You get a letter from someone you had hoped to never hear from again.

~thank you for reading~

You had been dating Ghost for nearly 2 years. A gentle and doting boyfriend, if not fairly reserved. You and he spent almost everyday he was home together. That Saturday was not different.

He had gone out earlier that day to pick up some muffins from the bakery down the street, while you stayed in and made coffee and tea. This was your normal weekend routine. The local bakery was closed on Sundays so Ghost would buy all of your baked goods for the week, bringing them home to you.

You heard the key jiggle in the lock and his heavy boots hitting the tile of your foyer as he peeled them off before coming inside. You had never really asked him to do that, but it was the type of boyfriend he was. Always diligent, always thoughtful.

He stepped into the kitchen, humming softly to himself and putting a brown paper bag and some mail on the kitchen counter. Walking up behind you, he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. "G'morning."

You turned around in his embrace and gave him a quick peck, "morning Simon. Tea is ready." You gestured to his cup of tea, quickly cooing on the counter. After years of practice, you had managed to get the timing just right, so the tea was the perfect temperature when he got home. Although, even if it was too cold he never complained.

"Thanks Love," he unraveled himself from you, walking over and taking a sip from the cup. "Perfect as always. You got some mail by the way, I just went ahead and brought it up for you."

You smiled at him, "Thank you honey." You poured yourself a cup and turned your attention to the mail on the table while it cooled. "Do you mind grabbing a plate for the muffins?" You asked pawing through the pile of paper.

"Sure thing." He replied, clamoring in the cabinet behind you as your eyes landed on a letter.

It didn't have any address, return or otherwise. It had been dropped directly into your flat's mailbox. With only your first name in chicken scratch on the front. Other than that it was fairly normal, a white evalope that seemed to lightly bend at the middle, containing something thick and heavy. "...Simon?"

He appeared behind you at your worried tone, plate still in hand. "What is it?"

You held up the letter. "What is this?"

He set the plate down next to you gently, grabbing the letter from your hands. "I have no clue. Maybe the landlord left it?" He pulled out a pen knife and sliced open the top. Being careful to hold it far away from himself. When there was no sign of danger he pulled out the contents. A thick stack of small square photos tied together with a rubber band.

He moved the muffins and the rest of the mail to the other side of the table, spreading the photos out like a story board. They were all of you over the last couple of weeks. Walking to the bus, grabbing the mail, taking your lunch break outside of work.

You picked one up gently, it had a word on the back, 'think.' You began turning over every photo. Each one had a different word on the back. Your breath quickened. They were all out of order but it was clearly a message. The blood pounded in your ears. You could tell Ghost was speaking, but you couldn't hear a word he said.

Instead you opted to organize the photos by date. And as you did a message began to form.

'Did you think that you could get away from me that easily? You're mine. I found you.'

You slid down to the floor of the kitchen, back flat against the lower cabinets. Beginning to hyperventilate, you press your palms into your eyes as your ears ring.

Ghost settles down beside you. Waiting for this wave of panic to end. He doesn't touch you, or speak. He just waits.

When you lift your head he is looking down at you. Searching your tear stained face. "Let's get you in the shower, huh? I think some warm water will make you feel better." You let him lead you into the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet seat while he sets the water to the right temperature. Helping you strip and climb into the tub, he keeps his touches light and gentle. "I'll be back in a little bit." He leaves and closes the door behind him.

You stand in the shower numbly until he comes back with a towel. Wrapping you up and holding you wedding style. Tossing you onto the bed and laying next to you. He lays your head on his chest as you are lulled by the sound of his breathing.

"What was that? Who sent those?" He speaks to you softly. Rubbing your back is slow circular motions.

"I-" you pause searching for the words. "Back in my home town I worked for a bookstore." He stays silent as you speak slowly, almost painfully. "There was another person who worked there. Um, they asked me out a few times, but I was too busy with school at the time to date... They used to follow me home from school and work. I called the cops a couple times but they just said it was puppy love."

Simon let's out a soft hum of acknowledgement. His hand has stopped rubbing your back, it is now settled between your shoulder blade. The other gripping your hand.

You let out a shaky breath. "Um. During the summer of my senior year he hid under my bed after I left the window open. Luckily a neighbor saw him climb into my window and called the cops. He was never convicted though... he convinced everyone it was a lovers spat..." You stopped talking. There wasn't much more to say.

"And he's the one who sent these photos to you?" Simon asked.

"I-I think so, I mean I don't know for sure. But I can't think of anyone else it could be. But maybe you're right maybe I'm just-"

He cut you off, "if you think it's him I beleive you." He eased you off his chest, sitting up and grabbing his phone. "Im going to make a few phone calls, you just rest."

You nod as he stands up and exits the bedroom. Closing he door quietly behind him and turning off the lights. As you lay there, listening to the soft drone of his voice in the other room you slowly drift out of consciousness.

You wake up close to noon to the sound of voices in the living room. You pull yourself out of bed. Darting into the bathroom to adjust your hair and clothes in the mirror. Your eyes stare tiredly back at you.

Gaz and Ghost are sitting on the couch, talking in hushed voices. Which go completely quiet when you come into the room. You notice that the photos have been tucked away and the mess from breakfast cleaned up save for 1 muffin on a plate.

Ghost stands and walks over to embrace you. "How did you sleep? I left a muffin out in case your hungry. I can make you some tea you'd like." You just nod, sitting on one of the stools by the kitchen counter.

He set about making your cup, adding a generous amount of sugar. "Gaz was just bringing over some papers. He offered to make a couple of runs to the store so I can stay home with you."

You spin around and look at Gaz, who is still on the couch. "Thank you Gaz."

He smiles at you, "no problem, I never mind Ghost owing me a favor anyways." He sends you a cheeky wink. "Plus I was nearby." His eyes bore into you, asking a questions.

You glance over your shoulder at Ghost. "Ghost didn't tell you what was going on, did he?"

"Naw, said he's been avoiding my questions." He slumps down, crossing his arms and putting a pouting look on his face. Upon seeing your look of distress he let's it go. "Don't worry about it, you don't have to tell me anything.

"I- uh, I got some concerning mail today. Really freaked me out." Gaz now has a look of concern on his face.

"Hey we're always a call away, ok? Any friend of Ghost is a friend of the 141." He stands up and walks over to you. And give your shoulder a quick squeeze.

Ghost sets a cup of tea behind you with a light clink. You can smell is aroma, peaking your appetite. He walks around the edge of the counter, leaning against it lightly.

Gaz looks up at whatever expression is on Ghosts' face and decides to politely excuse himself. Ghost walks him out. Locking the door behind him and settling back onto the couch.

"How are you feeling, love?" He has the slightest sound of worry in his voice. To anyone else, he may seem unbothered. But you know better.

"I'm fine." You sip your tea relishing its warmth. You can feel the presence of the envelope on the table behind you. Almost boring into the back of your head.

"I called your work. I let them know you wouldn't be in on Monday." You open your mouth to respond but he keeps talking. "I didn't tell them exactely what was up but I did send them a photo of your stalker. Told them not to let him in or around the building. Apparently he's been coming in and asking after you. They just figured it was a regular with a crush. Luckily your coworkers are a smart bunch and no one told him anything."

"How did you get a photo?" You were beginning to feel a little overwhelmed. Unsure how to react to this new information.

"Internet. I called your parent up and they told me his name. Just went to Facebook after that." He's kept his eyes on you this whole time. Continuously searching your face for signs of emotion. "Let's sleep at my place tonight huh?"

You stare at him. Thinking of the bachelor pad he calls home. It's a large house, with nothing but a mattress on the floor, some towels, a dresser, and one singular cooking pot. "I think we'll be more comfortable here, no?"

He chuckles lightly at the look of annoyance on your face. "Just trust me. Pack up a bag, a change of scenery will do you good."

You do trust him, so you finish your muffin, grab a duffel and start packing. Clothes, toiletries, and a book. It takes you nearly an hour to track down everything you need. During that time Ghost takes another call from Gaz and steps outside for a moment.

You feel uneasy with him not around. Despite that, packing is a great distraction for your weary mind. Tracking down a spare charger, sifting through your pile of unread books. It's therapeutic.

Ghost steps back in and you hear the lock turn loudly behind him. Had the lock always been that loud or was he making a show of it for you?

You step into the living room with your bulging duffel. "You got everything?" Ghost grabs the bag from you. Holding out his other hand for you to grab.

"Yeah I think so." You take one last look around before taking his hand. "Do you?"

He grunts thinking for a moment. "Keys, mask, wallet, phone... I am missing one thing." He drops the duffel and pulls you into a gentle, lingering kiss.

You laugh lightly and he bends to retrieve the bag. "With that out of the way I think we're good." Both of you descend the steps to the first floor, walking by those cursed mailboxes. You eye them suspiciously but Ghost just continues dragging you to the car.

He opens the passenger door to his Jeep Wrangler, helping you with the step. Then he circles to the driver's side, pulling himself up and in. You turn to him as he starts the car. "You know, I've never understood why you drive when you only live a couple blocks away." He stops, car idle, and looks at you.

"I suppose it's in case your turn out to be crazy and I have to run away." You can hear the smile in his voice.

"Im pretty sure you could outrun me."

"Not when you're angry I can't. You're scarier than you give yourself credit for." He leans forward and kisses you through the fabric of his mask. "But if you're serious, it's because I have to be prepared for Price to call anytime. I don't want to run four blocks to get home, and then drive to my destination. Seems unnecessarily complicated."

You couldn't argue with that. His job was very important, and time was of the essence if the captain was calling him. "Well I'm glad you have it today, I'm not very keen on walking all the way to your place today. Don't want that creep getting the chance to take any more photos for his collection." Ghost hums in response. Backing out of the parking spot and into traffic with one fluid motion.

Soon you arrive at his home. A semi-detached brick building, which he bought 5 years ago and has made minimal change to since. It sports a small backyard and a 2 story style with a bedroom and a home office on the top floor. It's a nice place, despite the spare furnishings.

He opens the door for you. Inviting you into the house. The first thing you notice is the smell. The soft scent of something sweet, like fruit and cinnamon. Did someone light a candle? It couldn't have been Ghost, he was with you all day. And he would never make a mistake like leaving a candle lit while he was out.

You felt the panic rising again. Did your stalker already make it into the house? Was he waiting for you? You hesitated in the foyer. But Ghost was calm, unbothered by this, locking the front door behind him. You sat on the floor to take off your shoes. He did the same, leaning against the wall and lifting his foot to undo the laces on his boot.

You waited for him to step in first. He walked to the back sliding door, double checking the lock. Then he turned and walked out of your sight and into the kitchen. You quickly follow and find him pulling what appears to be a casserole out of the fridge. It's covered in foil and has a yellow sticky note on the top.

As Ghost busies himself with the oven you walk over to the dish. Picking up the small scrolled note. "Soap's famous shepards pie. 400° 30 min. Enjoy ;)." You giggle. Soap is a great friend, Ghost is a lucky man.

"That was sweet of Soap. Since when does he have a key to your place?" You wrap your arms around Ghost's waist.

"Gaz has my spare right now. Must've brought Johnny along with him while he was setting up the cameras and the light system." He shrugs, struggling with the small buttons on the oven.

You brush his hands away, inputting the settings. Ghost may be a behemoth in the war zone, but he could be a damn clutz at home. It was something you adored about him. He really turned into a big oaf when he was relaxed. "Cameras? Lights? What are we doing, filming a movie?" You chuckle to yourself.

"They're trail cameras. Gaz hid 'em up in the trees out back and under some rocks in the front. Should cover all the corners of the property. Couldn't put them in your place, pretty sure that violates your lease or something."

You hum lightly. "And the lights?"

"Those I'll have to show you." He unwraps your arm from his waist, walking over to the back door. He unlocks it and steps outside. Taking about 5 steps into the yard before some of the brightest LEDs you've ever seen illuminate his face. He throws up an arm to cover his eyes, before walking back into the house.

"Well those certainly are lights. Motion activated?" He nods, rubbing his eyes lightly. "Those must be scary things to stun my big army man." You wrap your arms around his waist again. Fully smiling for the first time since this morning. "Thank you."

He nods again, wrapping his arms around you as well. "You don't have to thank me. I love you, and I would do anything to keep you safe. You know that."

"I know." You lay your head against him and he lays his cheek on the top of your head. The two of you slowly start to sway to some unheard music. Until the oven goes off and you break the bond. Returning to the kitchen to stick the pie in.

"Im heading upstairs for a moment." Ghost yells from the bottom of the stairs. "Be back soon."

You lean against the counter, surveying the living room from your view. Finally getting the chance to register your surroundings. When had he gotten a couch? And a TV? And... candles. That must have been what you were smelling when you came in. Someone had set up the living room to look similar to yours. The color scheme was a bit darker, and the brands weren't the same. But the position of the furniture was identical.

You walked over, palm running across the back of the couch. It was brand new, some of the plastic still sticking up between the cushions. You smiled imagining Soap and Gaz hauling the furniture into the house, swearing all the way.

Ghosts footsteps descended the stairs again. "I have a couple different movies we could watch-" He rounded the corner and stopped. You had tears falling down your face. "Oh God what's wrong? Are you ok?"

You rush up and hug him. "Thank you Simon, you have no idea how much this means to me."

He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing. "Of course my love."

You cried until the oven alarm went off. Sometime in the interim you ended up on the couch, still wrapped in Ghosts' arms. He pried himself out of your embrace. "I think that my house burning down would not make this night better, love." He smiled down at you, leaning down and laying a kiss on your forehead.

He left for the kitchen returning with 2 heaping bowls of Soap's casserole. Sitting on the couch next to you he lays both of them on the coffee table in front of you. "Let's watch something eh?" He grabs the remote before you can respond. Flipping through the channels before settling on some sappy romcom.

Ghost would never admit this outloud, but he loved these sorts of movies. There was something so mindless about them. Their predictability was calming to him.

You tucked yourself into a more comfortable position. Picking one of the steaming bowls off the table. The pie was delicious, rich and savory. Soap was a really good cook, which always surprised you. Most of his recipes were meant to feed a crowd, so it wasn't unusual for you to get leftovers. Not that you minded, Ghost wasn't much of a cook, so sometimes the break was welcome.

After the two of you had finished off your meal Ghost collected the dishes and gave them a quick rinse while there were commercials on the TV. When they ended he quickly rushed back to sit next to you. Fully absorbed in some movie about a lawyer returning to her hometown in Connecticut and reuniting with her high school boyfriend.

Ghost leaned back into the cushions, looping one arm around your shoulders. After a few moments he began to run his fingers through your hair gently. You leaned into him, allowing him more access to your head. His big fingers parting your hair over and over again. Lulling you into sleep.

You swore your eyes only closed for a moment but when you woke up the movie was over and Ghost was turning off the TV. "Sorry did I wake you?" He asked softly, laying a kiss on your temple.

You made a soft "nuh-uh" noise, shaking your head softly. Your eyes were still adjusting to being awake so you blinked slowly and lazily. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." You stretched towards the ceiling, groaning with effort.

"Don't apologize, I'm glad you're getting some rest." He shuffles around, grabbing hold of the blanket you were now covered with. Pulling it off of you and folding it neatly before laying it on the table. He then walks back over to you, scooping you up just as he had earlier in the day.

"Hey, I'm awake, I can walk." You protest lightly.

He just grunts, carrying you up the stairs to the bedroom. He's undisturbed by your gaze as you inspect his, now unmasked, face. You love looking at him, but he's usually more comfortable when the mask is on. You cherish moments like these, because they're so rare.

When you get to the bedroom you peer over your shoulder and see A new bed frame, 2 side tables, and a second dresser greeting you. This room was remodeled as well. Although still sparse, this place was really starting to look like home. It made you smile.

"What are you smiling for, love?" Ghost lays you down on the bed gently. Covering you with the duvet.

"The new furniture, I like it."

He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the edges. "I'm glad you do, seems that Gaz and Soap have good taste after all. I was a bit worried about sending them out for all of this, but I have to say I'm impressed as well." He looks around for a moment. Taking everything in.

"When did they find the time?" It was only 5 or 6 hours between the time that you got the photos to the time that you arrived at Ghosts home.

Ghost stood up and began taking off his shirt, getting ready for bed. "I called the team while you were in the shower this morning. Price pulled a couple of strings with a local moving company while Gaz and Soap went to the furniture store. Got it delivered and installed while you slept." He climbed into bed next to you.

You hummed in acknowledgement. "I'm going to have to thank them."

"They'll love that." The blankets rustle as he shifts, turning to spoon you. One arm draped over your waist. "But let's do it in the morning."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

In the morning Ghost makes you some slightly overcooked eggs and waffles. Soap and Gaz must have bought him new cookware, since you knew he hadn't had a waffle iron 3 days ago when you had last been here. You'd have to thank them for that too.

The light streamed in through the window as you stared into the steaming drink in front of you. Still groggy, Ghost was always the early riser of the relationship. He hummed lightly in the kitchen.

He turned to you and opened his mouth to talk just as a knock sounded at the door. A confused look flashed over his eyes. He wiped his hands off on the frilly pink apron he wore.(Something you were sure Soap had bought as a joke) "Let me go get that, stay right here." He clicked the stove off, removing the pan from the heat.

You nod, eyes still glazed over, making dazed eye contact with the steam rising from your mug. The sound of the door unlatching and a second man's voice at the door rouses you slightly. The sound of pen on paper further perplexes you. Was Ghost... signing for something?

Your question was answered quickly when he walked into the living room, in his arms was a sealed cardboard box. "Wonder what this is?" He checked the label and shook his head. "I don't recognize the return address. Maybe it's something Gaz and Soap had shipped to us, it is a local address." He shook the box lightly and nodded to himself, finding the sound adequate for whatever test he was conducting.

Soon he was ripping the cardboard open, not bothering with a knife, opting for his hands instead. He was an impatient man sometimes, you had to hide birthday and Christmas gifts until the last minute, otherwise he'd beg to open them before the big day.

Inside the box was... another box. This one a wooden rectangle with 4 little feet. A jewelry box maybe, but not one that would have matched the light stain decor that Soap and Gaz had chosen. No, this one had a tinged red color, with uneven lacquer and sharp lines where the brush had deposited too much pigment. Obviously hand built.

"This yours?" Ghost held it up to you and you felt your breath hitch in your chest again as you shook your head. "Hmm," was all he said. He set the box down on the counter as you both contemplated it.

"I think we should open it."

He sighed, "I agree."

You reached over and slid the box to you, lifting its latch and slowly prying it open. The hinges squeaked as you did, making you wince. Inside was a velvet lining topped with a necklace. A golden locket on a long chain. Your hands shook as you removed it from the box.

You fumbled, trying to pop it open. Finally handing it to Ghost after a couple of moments of struggle. He easily unlocked it and peered at the photos before holding it out to you.

On the left was a small photo of you, smiling in a group graduation photo. On the right was a strange photo of your stalker. It almost looked as if he had one LED shining directly up at his face. Like he was about to tell you a spooky story around a campfire. The picture came out intimidating due to the shadows stretching certain parts of his face and shortening others. He looked like a psycho.

"What the fuck." By the time you had processed what was in the package Ghost was already out the front door, searching for the delivery man. He was long gone though and Ghost wasn't willing to chance chasing him down... well more so he wasn't willing to leave you alone in the house, for fear your stalker would circle back for you while he was gone.

He walked back in, defeated. "We've got to find this guy."

"You're telling me. How the fuck did they find this place, let alone have time to mail a package?" You sunk your chin into your palm. Hand cupping your cheek.

Ghost sat on the stool next to yours. "I have my ideas. I'm going to send the footage from those trail cams in the front yard over to Price, he may be able to get a face off of them."

"Do you think the delivery guy and my stalker are the same person?" You turned your face to him. His brows were scrunched with heavy thought.

He rubbed his chin lightly, "maybe, or maybe the delivery man saw something. Either way it can't hurt to pen through the footage. If he knows my address, maybe he's been here before."

"Within the last couple of weeks? Wouldn't that mean that he followed us from my place?" Your stalker had never had this attention to detail before. This new approach was worrying to say the least.

Ghost turned and made intense eye contact, "it's likely."

Fuck. Your brain started buzzing, "I'm so sorry, God I should never have agreed to come here. Now your home is in danger too..." The edges of your vision start to darken as panic sets in for the second time in 2 days. "I should have told you sooner. Then you never would have been put in this situation."

"Now that's nonsense and you know it. I can take care of myself. I wouldn't have put myself in this situation if I couldn't handle it." He reached a hand to cover yours. "We're safe here. The 141 is already working on finding this person. We'll have him in no time and then everything will be back to normal."

His words were comforting, but did little to actually ease the root of your stress. "And what then? Do we even have the evidence to convict them? What if the police think that I'm crazy and let him go? I- I'm scared of what might happen if he gets away again. If he gets a reason to retaliate." You stand up, pushing the stool out behind you.

"Hey-" He reaches a hand out to you, but you take a step back.

"I'm scared Simon," you're struggling to control the shake in your voice. Tears are welling up in your eyes. "What if he never quits? I don't want to be running forever."

He lowers his hand, a wave of concern washes over his eyes. "This won't be forever, you're never going to have to run again. 141 and I will make sure of it, don't you worry. We're not going to let anything happen to you ever again."

You want to be comforted like yesterday. But that was when you thought Ghost and a couple of stupid cameras would keep you safe. That a set of floodlights would scare off some psycho with a sick obsession. But you knew your stalker, and he would follow you to the ends of the earth. The only things that would stop him was jail, and death.

"I'm going to go," tears were falling now. "I need to get out of here. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you Simon."

Ghost knew it was a bad idea, he knew you weren't thinking straight. But he also knew that he couldn't stop you. You were an adult, and you needed to be able to make these decisions for yourself. It was bright outside and the chances of someone trying to take you in broad daylight was slim. "OK, just please take a coat. And stick to the main roads."

You obliged him, taking your jacket from its hook on the wall and slipping on your shoes. Mind numb as you followed his orders. You grabbed your keys and stepped outside.

Ghost made no attempt to follow you through the cold morning air. No matter how much he wanted to.

It helped clear your head to be outside. Allowing you to really think for the first time since yesterday. You didn't know exactly where you were going. Heading vaguely in the direction of your apartment until you saw the bakery. It was closed, as it was a Sunday, but the familiar sight of it comforted you. Something normal.

You took another step towards it when a dark fabric bag was thrown over your head. A voice spoke in your ear. "Hi baby, did you miss me?" You screamed. Elbowing your assailant in the gut. Hard.

"Get the fuck off me you freak." The fingers holding the bag loosened just enough to pry them off. You ripped the now unrestrained bag from your head. Facing your attacker.

He looked just as you remembered. Unchanged since you were in school. Albeit, dirtier and greasier, as if he hadn't showered in days.

"Aww babe don't be that way, I know you missed me too." He held out his arms as if to hug you, but you noticed a taser in his left hand. His thumb on the button ready to strike.

You turned and ran. Tearing around the block like a bat out of hell. Taking off in the direction of Ghost's home once more. Your stalker was close behind, shouting a mixture of insults and praises. Begging you to stop, that he wouldn't hurt you, that he loved you... It made you sick.

The house was in sight, all the shades had been opened since you left. Ghost was looking out the big front one and rushed outside when he saw you. Booking it down the road towards you.

When he reached you he stopped, letting you run past and hide behind him. "You ok?"

"Not really."

He huffed, you had answered him at least and there wasn't time to say anything else. The stalker was already upon the both of you.

"Stay away. This is between me and my girlfriend." He had pulled out a small knife and was waving it around erratically.

Ghost stuck an arm behind him, making sure you kept your position pressed against his back. "She not your girlfriend, so fuck off." His voice was authoritative and hard.

The assailant froze, a huge smile breaking across their face. He made eye contact with you over Ghosts shoulder. "Are you cheating on me? With this idiot? What can he give you that I can't, huh?" He stared at Ghost again now. Inspecting him like a piece of meat. "I didn't realize you were so shallow. I bet this guy doesn't even have a personality. Not like me."

He began pacing back and forth in front of the two of you. Hands pressed to his temples, knife still in hand. "You were always vain. Never saw the potential in a nice guy like me. You're just a common slut, huh? Just a whore." He continued to mumble to himself as Ghost reached into his back pocket slowly. Pulling out his cell phone and handing it to you surreptitiously.

You grabbed it, unlocked it, and sent a text off to Gaz. He was the closest. It just read 'SOS, Ghosts house.' The phone made a 'text sent' sound. Which broke your stalker out of whatever trance he had been in.

"What was that?" He stared at you, rage clouding his eyes. Your whole body shook with fear. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" He was coming at you now. Knife held out threateningly in front of him.

Ghost took a small step forward. "Drop the knife. I don't want to have to hurt you."

"Hurt me? You can't hurt me!" The creep laughed, continuing towards the two of you.

"Get inside. Lock the door." Ghost gives your arm a small squeeze and a push towards the house. "NOW."

You take off in a sprint for the front door, which is still open. There's a sound of a commotion behind you but you don't stop until the door is firmly locked.

You reposition yourself near the window. Pulling out Ghosts phone and dialing 999. While you watch the two people struggle. Ghost fights dirty, using his size and skill against the smaller person. But your old coworker has the power and drive of a desperate man. Biting and clawing Ghost like a rabid dog.

You watch in anxiety, letting out a fearful gasp as he slams his knife into Simon's shoulder. He throws his head back and lets out a crazed cackle. Ghost grips the hilt in surprise but quickly drops his hand, choosing to fight without the arm, versus risking bleeding out.

"Come on Gaz..." You find yourself saying. Biting your thumbnail to the quick.

As if summoned, Gazs' mother's little electric car tears around the corner. He pulls haphazardly off the road and jumps out. Running over to back up Ghost, laying a solid punch to the stalkersl's temple before he can even register his presence.

Somehow he stays upright, swaying only slightly. "Fuck," you say to yourself. Ghost's right arm hangs limply beside him, fingers dripping with blood. His brow is furrowed in pain.

Gaz takes the forefront, landing another solid punch, right to the nose this time. This sets the stalker off balance, leaving him open to an attack from Ghost. Who kicks his right knee in, making him hit the ground. Hard.

Both men descend on the prone assailant. Gaz pressing his body into his. While Ghosts slides a pair of handcuffs out of Gaz's back pocket. Using his good hand to close the cuffs over your stalker's wrists.

Gaz continues to hold the struggling

man down until the cops and ambulance come. They take away the cuffed psycho, while he spits and swears all the way.

The EMTs begin to examine a thoroughly uncooperative Ghost. You watch from the window as he bats at their hands and attempts to walk away from them, back towards the house.

You stomp outside, "Ghost!" You walk over to him and grab his good arm right above the elbow. "Will you stop struggling? And God, don't you ever do something like that again. I was so fucking scared."

He laughs, "well that will be a little hard, I do this for a living after all." You unwrap your fingers from his bicep and let the EMTs continuing prodding him. One forces him to stand up, and ushers him into the ambulance.

"Are you his partner?" The other EMT asks.

You look at him, pausing, "oh, um, yes."

"Would you like to ride with us?" The woman asks.

"Oh-" You look back at Gaz, who is still talking to the cops. He catches your eye and gives you a thumbs up. "Yes, yes please."

She leads you to the back of the ambulance as well. Where Ghost is now laid on a stretcher, looking incredibly put out. "Hey, how are you feeling?" You ask him softly. Grasping his hand in yours.

"Like shit, and these tubes attached to me aren't helping." He raises the arm opposite to you, which is now filled with a couple IVs. He looks exhausted, but happy. His eyes are focused entirely on you. Searching your face for reaction like he always does. "How are you?"

You squeeze his hand again. "Im ok, better once I saw that creep in cuffs." You smile tiredly at him.

The ride to the hospital is largely uneventful. Once you get there you are greeted by another pair of cops who begin to ask you and Ghost questions about the stalking and the fight. They are kind and listen closely to you.

Over the few days that Simon allows the hospital to keep him (at your incessant begging) the whole of the 141 come to visit him, and a couple of old colleagues. Ghost is surprisingly well loved despite the no nonsense, grumpy attitude he gives off with his coworkers. They bring his lots of gifts you have to cart home, since his arm is in a sling when he's released. Once you get back home he spends a few days lazing around before getting back to the office.

You return to work the Wednesday after the attack, allowing yourself two days to recoup and settle Ghost into the hospital. So while you are at work, Ghost is thinking. Mostly about the future.

You come home the Friday after the attack to a pile of folded boxes on your porch and the sound of Simon grunting inside. You open the door and hear, "God, get off me. STOP IT." You rush in, not bothering to take off your shoes.

"Ghost?!" You turn into the kitchen and find him lying on the ground. A full grown German Shepherd licking his face.

He sits up, cheeks streaked with wet slobber, blushing bright red. "I- um. I got a dog?" He goes to stand but is knocked back onto his ass when the dog jumps on him again.

"A dog?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow at the big man on the ground, who is once again being covered in sticky kisses. You had both contemplated a pet before. Agreeing that neither of you had the time to train one. Let alone cover the amount of walks, feedings, and care one might need between your jobs.

"Umm yeah," he said, suddenly sheepish. "Mrs. Harold next door said she'd watch him while we're out. And he's already trained. Plus I have a yard... I figured we could use a household guardian, you know?" He was blushing again.

You smiled at him. This was a big decision, but one you could trust him to make on his own. Plus the dog was already growing on you. "What's his name?" You got down on your knees, beckoning the dog over to you.

"Riley." The dog looked to Ghost, who nodded. At Ghost's permission he bounded to you, sniffing every part of your body with his cold wet nose. Inspecting you and finding you agreeable, he begins licking your face and hands. Coating you in the same gross substance that Ghost had begun to wash off in the sink.

"I worked with him when I was still a corporal. He just got retired, an injury to his hip. He was a sniffer dog, never saw an active battle, so he's still gentle." He walks over and pats Riley's head slowly. Running his thumb over the small grey spots around the dog's brow.

"You share a name."

"We do," Ghost smiles at you. "He's a good dog... i'm sorry I didn't ask you first."

You look up at him, mouth twitching slightly. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little peeved... but-" Riley lays down and sets his head softly on your knee, sighing happily. "I can't say he hasn't grown on me already..."

You begin stroking the dog's head absentmindedly.

"He's a good dog."

"Yeah, he's a good dog."

You are completely content. Spending more and more time at Ghosts home over the next few weeks. Now that it's furnished you enjoy your time there. Your own small apartment is forgotten, except when you need a specific piece of clothing. It's not surprising to you when Ghost asks you to move in out of the blue one day.

You're having breakfast one morning when he looks up from his muffin. "When was the last time you went home?"

You look up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why have I overstayed my welcome?"

"No, I was just wondering." He goes back to eating.

"Hmm..." You let it simmer for a moment before saying, "Because I can leave

"No! I- uh." He blushes. He'd been wearing his mask less often around the house, opting to keep the shades closed more instead. You were surprised at how much he blushed. "I was just thinking... maybe you could just... Move in?"

You made eye contact with him, surprised. Moving in was a big step. Sure you had been dating well over 2 years at this point. But he was away often, this was the first time he was home for more than one consecutive week since last Easter. Living apart always seemed easier with your different schedules.

He kept talking while you thought, "I was thinking that I could turn the office upstairs into a spare bedroom. I don't use the desk much anyways, and we have plenty of room downstairs for it. That way, if I get home late, I can just sleep in there and not wake you up." His fingers were tapping on the counter. A nervous tick he had picked up from Soap some months earlier.

You thought for a moment. Savoring another swig of tea. "Sure."

He stared at you in disbelief, "are you sure?"

You laughed, "i'm sure, I'm sure. I'd love to move in with you Simon Riley."

He beamed at this. By the next weekend you had sold most of your furniture. Finding people willing to haul the pieces down the stairs proved to be easy if the price was cheap enough, and you got to avoid hiring a moving truck. Everything else was boxed up and packed into the back of Ghost's Jeep with the help of Soap and Gaz.

It didn't take long for your house to feel like home. The threat of the stalker is largely forgotten. You got a couple updates over the upcoming months. He had plead not guilty, by reason of insanity. Being transferred to a 24/7 psychiatric care facility for the foreseeable future. At first this has disturbed you. But in the end you just decided that, as long as he was getting the care he needed. You didn't care. You were happy, and you wouldn't let this creep take that away from you ever again.

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smutlord-supreme · 2 years ago

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I just saw the cod: reaction to stalker post and I just have to say HOW I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND IT’S SO COMFORTING BECAUSE SAME. 💕😔✊ I don’t know if requests are open, but if it isn’t I just want to say I loved your post. However, if it is I would be really interested in a full length piece. Any characters are good for me because the way you’ve written them is really comforting. 💖

Thank you so much! I'm always looking for excuses to write so of course requests are open! Please excuse the fact that this was typed up at 9pm on a work night so it may not be perfect. (Plus autocorrect is on and we're like mortal enemies). I also chose Gaz because honestly I haven't seen any X Reader fics of Gaz and I find that super sad.

Without further ado.

The Watcher

Gaz x Reader

2.4k words

Warnings: Stalking, implied dating, very (and I mean very) little implied sexual relationship

You get some concerning texts and tell your boyfreund Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick about them.

You were always the cool headed one. Unlike Gaz who tended to be impulsive. So when you sat him down one day for a talk he assumed one of two things, you were breaking up with him, or you were dying.

You sat him down on your sectional, body facing him, but eyes on the ground. His heart was breaking at a thousand beats per minute, mind searching every little thing that had happened over the last few months. The moments you took to compose yourself causing the blood to rush in his ears.

"I have something to show you." You broke the silence, pulling out your phone and opening it to a text conversation. Scrolling all the way to the top you hand him the phone in silence. Allowing him to read.

After those first few messages the texted is silent until an hour ago. Where they send a photo of the outside of your apartment.

When Gaz is done reading he jumps off the couch and runs to the nearest window, peering down at the street corner that the photo was taken from.

"I already looked no one was there." You sounded dejected and exhausted. Almost resigned to the fact someone was peering in your windows at 11am.

"WTF baby, why didn't you tell me when you woke up?" It was a good question, every morning when you woke uo you would make time to read and respond to messages. And that was hours ago.

"I thought it was a prank at first. I used to get messages like this all the time before I met you. I figured it was one of my freinds with new number trying to freak me out." You shrugged your shoulders, letting them hang low. You propped your elbows on your knew and layed your forehead in you Palms. Cradling your skull like it suddenly weighed a hundred pounds.

Gaz sat back down on the couch, throwing one arm around you. Grabbing onto your should opposite to him and rubbing it lightly with his thumb. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I don't think I'd know what to think at first either. I'm not trying to blame you." He scratched his stubble with his free hand, thinking. "Is there any chance it's still one of your freinds?"

You shook your head, still cradled in your hands. " I texted everyone, no one fessed up and none if my freinds would go this far for a practical joke."

He made a hmm noise before standing back up. He grabbed your arm and hauled you off the couch. "Come on let's get you in the shower, I think you need a reset."

Dispite being positive and chipper as normal, anger radiated off of Gaz. He was smiling but his eyes were dark and full of hate. You weren't afraid of him, but you also had a feeling that he didn't want you to say no. And anyways, Gaz normally knew what was best for you.

You trailed after him to your shared bathroom, sitting down on the toilet while he got the water to the perfect temperature. "Get in, I'll throw a towel in the dryer for when you get out." You couldn't lie the steam radiating off of the shower was tempting so you stripped and stepped in while he closed the door and left you to your devices.

Most days Gaz would be begging to join you, but today there was none of that. Adding to your feeling of unease. As you washed your hair you heard the dryer start on the other side of the house. Not long after Gaz was on the phone with someone, speaking softly so you couldn't understand him. Although, in the small flat it was impossible to hide the fact that he was talking.

Soon you stepped out, turning the water off, still standing in the shower for a moment while Gaz said his goodbyes. Puttering across the Flat and grabbing the towel before opening the bathroom door. He wrapped you up, hugging you tightly as he did. "It's all going to be ok. Let sit down and watch something for a bit. I hear a new episode came out of your favorite show."

He hated that show. You and Gaz may share many traits, but taste in TV as not one of those. Still he made time to watch every episode with you, even recording them on DVR. He always said DVR was the best way to watch things, he hated streaming services.

You dried off and he gave you a pair of his sweats and a plain white t-shirt before embracing you and falling onto the couch. You laid there for most of the episode. Almost falling asleep with his warmth beside you.

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You were jolted by a knock at the door. Gaz ran to the door while you huddled at the end of the couch, worried it was your stalker. He swung the door open. Embracing the man on the other side of the door like an old brother. "Brody!" He clapped the man on his back. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Have you lost weight?"

Gaz was always like this around his freinds, all charisma. (Although around people he was interested in romantically? That's something different all together. It was still a miracle he ever managed to pull you. Maybe you just like the awkward charm and bad jokes). The man stepped into your home, grinning from ear to ear and reciprocating Gaz's enthusiasm. He was wearing a policemen's uniform with the hat tucked under his elbow.

"Good to see you old freind. I've got to say I was not expecting a call like this. You always seem to take care of shit on your own, whether we like you to or not."

The police were still bitter that Gaz had left to join the 141. Alot of his freinds were on the force, and it had taken a while for them to be on speaking terms again. It warmed your heart to see that they still answered his call.

... his call. He had called the cops. Without telling you.

You couldn't lie you were a little peeved. But you never would have called yourself. You didn't like the idea of sitting and waiting for some stranger to come to your home, making you relive your worst memories.

The officer walked over to you extending a hand to your huddled position. "Brody Sangster at your service." You took it, shaking it firmly, suddenly hyper aware of your dripping hair and casual clothing.

"Nice to meet you Officer Sangster. Please have a seat." You un-hunched yourself, sitting upright on the far end of the couch, extending a hand to signal him to sit on the other end. Gaz plopped himself in a armchair to your left, holding your hand that dangled over the edge.

"I've heard you've had quite a scare. Care to tell me about it?" He pulled out a small notepad and pen from his breast pocket.

You glanced at Gaz who nodded. "I know it's scary and I know it's sudden but you wouldn't have called on your own."

You sigh and nod. "I know, it's probably for the best. Better to get this out now before it gets worse." You told Brody about the texts and the photo from the unkown number. He nodded as you spoke, asking to see the messages, which you eagerly showed him.

"Thank you for the information, I just have a few more questions if you're willing?" You nod. "Thank you, now have there been any other weird occurrences over the last few days? Cars following you, unknown calls that hang up shortly after, people asking after you to your freinds or coworkers?"

You shake your head, "not that I know of."

He writes "thank you again, one last question. Have you ever had something like this happen before?"

Your eyes go wide and you glance at Gaz before looking back at the officer. You nod slowly.

Gaz sits foreward, "how come you've never told me this?" He looks more concerned than upset.

"I was still in high school then, it never really came up. Plus last I heard he was in prison." A small shake comes to your voice as you remember him.

You had transferred halfway through the year with no freinds to speak of. Everyone at the small town school had formed clicks already without you, so you were left eating lunch alone most days.

You had first noticed him staring at you about a month into the semester. He never seemed to blink when you saw him out of your perefreal, but when you turned your head he suddenly had something more interesting.

You tried to talk to him few times, which turned out to be a massive mistake. He took this olive branch as an entire tree and began to follow you everywhere. Walking you to classes, eating lunch together, studying together, even going as far as to follow you home on multiple occasions.

Honestly you were just happy to have a freind, so you ignored all the red flags. Your next year of high school was better, you made new freinds, excelled in classes and even joined after school clubs. You still hung out with the boy of course, but you had other things to do now too.

He hated that.

Soon you found threatening notes in your book bag and your home vandalized on multiple occasions. It took months to catch him in the act, but afterwards he was quickly kicked from school.

That didn't stop him though. The threats continued and intensified up until you graduated and moved away. He seemed to be in love with you. Taking every chance he had to profess it. It all culminated in his arrest your senior year, when he had attacked your ex boyfreind in a park. Slicing the side of his face open. You had never been so terrified in your life.

"Babe?" Gaz's voice came to you over your own thoughts. "I think the officer has enough, why don't you go lay down?"

You were exhausted and just nodded, dragging yourself off the couch and to the bedroom.

You heard Gaz say a few goodbyes and the door closing and locking (louder than was normal, almost like he was putting on a show). You heard him fiddling with all of the windows for a couple of minutes before he joined you in your bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a squeak. "Hey babe, I'm sorry about that, I know that was hard. Hopefully they'll catch the guy soon and you won't have to think about him ever again." He began rubbing between your shoulders in slow rhythmic movements.

You rolled over and grabbed his hand kissing his knuckles. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little peeved, but your heart was in the right place. I don't think I would have had the strength to do that myself." You raised the covers inviting him in. He gladly obliged, holding you to his chest as you both settled off to sleep.

------

The next few days were largely uneventful. No new texts or photos, although a box of xhoxolates did show up at the front desk for you, but Gaz had given them the rundown (he had been driving you to work and back everyday) and they had been thrown away immediately.

It was the fifth day when you finally got a call from Brody.

"Hey, I've got some updates for you. Do you have a place to sit?"

You were at home in the kitchen making some tea when he called. You ran into the the living room, putting the phone on speaker. You plopped yourself next to Gaz and slapped him arm a few time so he would pat attention.

"Im sitting now. What do you have to tell me?"

"We caught the guy about 30 minutes ago..." He took a pause looking for words. "Umm... idk how else to say this but he was living in the unit below you. He got out of prison sometime last month and dropped off the radar. Got fake papers and everything."

Your blood ran cold. He was so close this whole time. Gaz took the phone from your hand as you processed what Brody had said. The blood rushing in your ears.

"Thank you officer can you do me one more favor... as a freind?"

Less than a half hour later you were standing in front of a line up of 5 men. Something completely unnecessary as the culprit had fressed up the moment he had been caught.

You and Gaz scanned their faces. #4 was your man.

"Damn he's ugly." Gaz said. A grin on his face. "How the fuck he ever thought he'd pull you is beyond me." You smile tightly still confused by this whole interaction. Gaz continues. "He looks like a Muppet bred with a kangaroo." You let off a little laugh at this strangely apt quip.

"He does doesn't he."

"Yeah, and look at how he's dressed. Khaki cargo shorts? In this cold? What a douche. I bet he thinks those sunglasses make him real hot too." You laughed louder at this.

"What are we doing here Gaz?" You asked him, the light returning to your eyes after the stress of the last few days.

"Oh I just wanted to know what you were missing out on. And I'm gonna tell you it's not much. Unless your into that crazed history professor on vacation look... you know the ear hair is growing on me I think." He pokes your side making you laugh before turning to the officer at the door. "I think we're done here, thank you."

The woman nods before opening the door. Gaz grabs your hand as you leave.

"See they got him, we don't have to worry. He even violated parole, he's not coming out for a long time." You smile at him.

"Thank you Gaz, I actually feel alot better now."

"I love you so much." He stops and presses his forehead to yours.

"I love you too," you whisper in return.

He straightens back up and smiles at you. "Idk about you but I'm starving, what do you think about Indian?"

"That sounds wonderful."

Post: Gaz pays for you both to break the lease on your shared apartment. You don't mention that it makes you uncomfortable, but he just seems to know it weird you out that he was living below you. He buys a small townhouse, no bigger than your old home, but without any upstairs or downstairs neighbors.

#kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2

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