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burstinn · 1 year ago

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REQUEST!

as a male!Reader, I feel very represented in your works,

could you write a male!Reader that’s really tall? Like, humongous? In hight, and body? (In the military as well)

I always see male!Readers that are so small and tiny and baby.

like, no. You get me? Just saying. Thanks!

Male! Reader with the height and body of a goddamn Monster.

(Headcanons)

Note: some mentions on top reader but I like to keep it ambiguous. So you can read it as a switch! Reader. This is a quick drabble of some Hcs

People shown: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Keegan, Graves, Nikto, König, Horangi, Logan Walker,Roach, Makarov, Krueger

-Reader is 6'5.

-Basically built like the Russian terminator guy

GHOST

- Got shocked when he first saw you, wanted to seem more intimidating than you.

-So he puffed out his chest and glared at you.. Bro wants to challenge you nahh 😭😭🙏🙏

-You would fold him tho ngl (in the ring and in bed fr fr)

-when he got comfortable with you kinda jealous his title of the big, tall intimidating man got taken away.

-When you sparred with Ghost it was a tough fight but you managed to get Ghost in a chokehold wrapping one of your tough bulging sexy ass arms around Ghost's neck.

-Never knew he wanted to be man handled so bad it was Hot he had to excuse himself and run off because he got hard.

-Starts imaging if your cock is just as big.. Spoiler alert.. It is..

SOAP

-Looks at you then Ghost mind blown that there was someone more humongous than Ghost

-Teased Ghost for awhile

-Drools over your pecs..

-He totally dreams of being crushed by you..

Or being crushed between Ghost and you.. Or both..

-Asks if he could feel your guns (Your arms..)

(IT COULD ALSO BE YOUR HUGE THROBBING CO-)

-Keeps glancing at your cock. Even though it's clothed.. I mean look at you.. Your manhood is basically too tight for your pants he can literally see your outline.

-Soap asked if he could measure your Length.. So he could see how far it could go inside of him YK?! YOU UNDERSTAND.

GAZ

-More interested than having dirty thoughts.

-Keeps asking how you got that big

-Wants to be just as strong as you

-Cutie patootie (T_T)

-Basically hangs around you to see how you work

-Even follows you so he could watch you train and spar

-Asks about your diet and if how your body looks is genetic

-inspired by you. Like a child (😭😭WHALUAAHHAH GAZZ)

PRICE

-Beneficial for him I mean he gets to have another soldier that's just as intimidating as Ghost.. Maybe even more.

-Is like a proud father

-Talks to everyone about you and how bla bla bla

-Trains with you

-He'd show you tricks and tips on how he trains and you show him tips and tricks on how you train

-Probably has a picture of you at his desk.. Beside the other pictures of his other not biological family. Aka. The whole 141..basically has a pic of everyone they all family up in 'ere

KEEGAN

-Heh.. Yknow.. Pictures..

-In the showers in lockers makes sure he's there near so he can see you in all your glory

-Probably had wet dreams about you

-Also makes sure he's there when your training. It's not like he's obvious everyone there is fuckin watching you

-What's that? You wearing a compression shirt? 🤨🤨 nuh uh in the sex chamber you go 👉

-Touching, touching, touching EVERYTHING

NIKTO

-Quiet

-What the fuck

-Silent panicking

-Jealous very jealous

-Compares himself to you, would train harder just so he can look like you (bb nooo 😭😭)

-Would watch also how you train your body so he could copy it

-You caught him once training in the middle of the night.. And he's using your technique on how you use the punching bags.. He's just getting some stuff wrong..

-When he notices you he got.. Slightly embarrassed and angry.. Panicked inside when you came closer asking him if he was using your technique in training

-You trained him properly on how you do it.

-so like now.. You train him in the middle of the night..

GRAVES

-same as price shows you off but more in an annoying way

-Hes boasting

-Would face you off against his strongest shadows no diff you still win.. Yuuuhhh

-Subtle touching like hand on shoulder, arm, head whatever.

KÖNIG

-Relieved that he has someone that looks like him.. Albeit slightly shorter.. Still!

-Got nervous meeting you first.. Forced himself to act tough to impress you I mean he is a colonel

-Makes sure to be in missions with you. Wants to see you in your most serious and intimidating

-Got intimidated himself once he saw how you act on field

-Tries to be on your good side the whole time

-One day he was watching you and just started thinking about YOU KNOWWW!!

-Blasphemous! He got red and cried to Horangi about it

HORANGI

-You know about this guy

-He's silly

-He'd read fanfics thinking it's him and you

-he'd make fanfics too, about you and him maybe adds König

-Shows it to König all proud and shit as if König isn't looking at him with absolute horror in his face when he reads what Horangi wants to do with you or you with him.

-He's delusional

-Slapped your ass and blamed it on someone else that's near him. It was König.

-Is it as veiny as your arms? A man can only dream.

-gives you a soda can and tells you to crush it in your arms.. Better yet in between your legs.

-Would then tell you like "good now do my head"

-PlEASE let him be between your thighs

LOGAN WALKER

-Rolled his eyes when he saw you

-Avoids you like the plague

-Why doesn't he like you? No idea. He a big pussy bitch is what. He sad you get more dick n pussy than him.

-Complained about you to Hesh

-He may not like you. He can't lie tho. You are good at your job so like he can't do anything about that

MAKAROV

-Sex Chamber. Now.

ROACH

-Quiet around you..

-Looks up at you like a damn bug. It's cute. He likes it when he looks up at you

-He'd jump on you and crawls around like a cockroach

-haha funi jok

-Would use your shoulder as a seat.

-If you do pushups he'd be on top of your back

ALEX KELLER

-Oh..

-Audible gulp sound (haha he's drinking your seme-)

KRUEGER

-Curses in German

-Dreaming about HAHAHAHAAHAH

-If he's fingering his gun to clean it he just.. Thinks..

-If he sees YOU finger your gun to clean it.. That's it he's done.

-He's dragging you somewhere

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guttednights · 9 months ago

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your bar.

You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.

One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.

"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.

you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"

"Please," he says coldly

you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."

"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar

you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.

she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."

"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"

She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."

the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.

"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"

she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"

you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."

Later that night soap walks up to the bar,

"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"

your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.

the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?

around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.

"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"

"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?

"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"

ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"

"any reason why?"

(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."

"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."

"id love to get coffee"

"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."

"see you there"

your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?

"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later

"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"

you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.

8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.

"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"

you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.

you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.

"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"

"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away

you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.

side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost fluff #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #older boyfriend ghost #simon riley

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loveindefinitely · 11 months ago

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O b s e s s e d with need to listen to me. I can't get it out of my head.

I mostly can't stop thinking of soap who is so disgruntled and moody after the whole ordeal. Just absolutely pent up, so he starts acting out, snapping, talking back, that sort of thing. As promised price extends his punishment and it only breaks soap down more and more until finally he's sobbing and begging price to please do Something.

I have no idea where to go from here I just love the mental image of soap acting out when he doesn't get what he wants, maybe price extends ghost and gaz's punishments as well. Says something like "you can thank him for this" and now they're All huffy and upset.

Reader's the only one who is spared so they take out their frustration on her.

Ok i'm done thank you so much have a good day

-🐭

you are a GENIUS omg. ily. this is sososo canon in this mini poly141 verse.

warning. nsfw drabble (cont. ntltm)

because you're so right. soap would be a total bitch afterwards. needy and pent up and kinda jealous that you two are the only ones that got to get off, even though he put so much effort into eating you out. homeboy is stressed.

cue the next morning, where he's grumpy, whiney and just overall being a frustrating guy to be around.

ghost is in the kitchen, fixing up breakfast in the mess, and soap would just come up behind him, nuzzling his head into his neck and pressing his dick against simon. rutting into him kinda, before ghost shoots him a vicious glare. he backs off.

but then, he sees gaz walking in, and he rushes over to him, pulling him into a deep hug. one that was a bit too much for their usual morning interactions.

that's when you stumble in, weary eyed and still kinda lethargic from last night's ordeal.

and soap's not mad, not really, but he's frustrated that you got the better end of the deal.

so, he pulls you in, hands at your hips, before he's assaulting your mouth with feverish kisses. they're frantic, and you can feel how hard he is where it presses against your stomach. you try and pull away, and when you do, the man huffs like a disgruntled pup.

when it's price who comes in next, soap is pissed off beyond relief.

rising a brow, a challenging one, price would ask how he slept. soap would roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath that would have your eyes blowing wide, a little shocked, a little dismayed.

gaz would blow out a deep exhale, extracting himself from the situation, walking quietly over to ghost. which, for once, would be the safest option out of you four.

and price would narrow his eyes, daring soap to keep up his pissy attitude. soap would, of course, because this man has absolutely ZERO self preservation skills.

he'd then have the nerve to ask if he can bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you. just, openly asking, as if you yourself aren't standing right there.

price would simply tell him that he won't be allowed to stick his dick in anything for the rest of the week.

then, he'd stride over to the other two men without another word, tell them the same thing, and get to work cutting up some spinach.

and you'd be left there, gaping, confused, as soap stands with a similar expression. as if he wasn't fully aware that his actions held consequences, and he really shouldn't have been such a brat after last night.

he'd narrow his eyes at you, snarky, saying something about how you yet again evaded punishment.

say something about how price 'dinnae said nothin' 'bout bendin' ye over, aye?" and he'd forcefully bend you over the table, rutting into your back like a mutt, using your body without inserting anything anywhere.

and, with a moment of clarity, you'd realise that gaz and ghost are watching, with a glint of envy in their eyes.

you'd been in for a long week.

this is absolutely shit btw because halfway through writing this my BED BROKE and i think i may have also broken my toe. so this is coming from a place of pain and distress. great idea tho !! thanks for enjoying my writing mwah mwah

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ghosts-bandwagon · 2 years ago

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can we have a headcannon of y/n (female) thats throwing dark humour around everytime and have 141 + Rudy, Alejandro nd konig react to her lmao ��

Can we have that? 💜 Thank you

Girl. Literally me. (I give my coworkers whiplash but they dish it pretty good too lmao)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

Might actually get a decent laugh out of him, we’ve all heard his horrendous hilarious jokes, so we all know he can dish it, but can he take it? Depends on the type of humor

If it’s self-depreciating, probably not. Doesn’t really get it? Like he does but he sees you too positively for the humor to click.

Unalive jokes? Definitely not. Hates hearing it from you even if you’re laughing about it, so if you want to make them, you better be cheeky about it (“Head down, sergeant you’ll get spotted.” “Aw sweet, you think so?” You don’t have to be near him or even see him to feel his glare)

Jokes about your traumas? Not super keen on it but if you’re at a point in your life that you feel ok enough to laugh about it, he’s not one to take wind out of your sails (“Damn, this drink hits harder than my dad.” “Sweetheart. Please.”

But if your jokes are similar to his, then your chances of getting a laugh out of him went up exponentially (he thinks he’s so god damn funny and he’s right. king.)

“How do you turn a salad into a Cesar salad?”

“How?”

“Stab it 23 times.” Soap audibly groaned,

“That’s my girl.”

All in all, you’ll get a deep sigh with pinching the bridge of his nose for every joke you make, and maybe you’ll get a pretty laugh from him (god I bet his laugh is so nice 😭)

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

(laughs nervously) what the fuck?

He’s heard Ghost’s jokes firsthand, so the dark humor isn’t new to him. He might even laugh with you and crack a few of his own

Honestly, as long you’re having a laugh he’s not really that worried (still a little worried tho)

He trusts that if you’re feeling particularly bad about something, you’d talk to him about it and he’s here for that

He kind of enjoys the theatre of it, the dramatic reactions to something so seemingly mundane,

“So when are you gonna take me out?”

“To dinner? We just ate, bonnie.”

“… not what I meant but I love where your heads at.”

“Not in a million years.” He laughs kissing your temple and squeezing you against him

“So you’re saying there’s a chance? It’s just a matter of when, got it. Thanks babe, I owe you”

John Price:

He’s not thrilled about it but he’s worked with Ghost so he’s somewhat built a tolerance

He knows you sometimes use dark humor as a coping mechanism but he’ll tease you saying you should come with a warning label

He’s definitely choked at hearing some of the things come out of your mouth, at least the jokes relating to your own traumas, those always give him whiplash

He finds your situational dark humor much funnier than anything you might say that involves you being harmed, even if it is a joke that’s kind a nightmare scenario for him

Those will definitely get a chuckle out of him, just please stop making jokes about yourself, he loves you a little too much to stomach them

“What does my dad have in common with Nemo?” He refuses to answer, he knows, he fucking knows

“They both can’t be found.”

God damn it, sweetheart

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’ll join you for sure lmao

He’ll see you sparring on the mats with Soap and he sees you land a particularly rough kick that he managed to block

“Damn babe, that was clean. Now do it right here.” He’s pointing at his temple, you laugh and throw your sweaty towel at him

You’re out on recon and you’re making your way towards the targeted area,

“I’d be terrible if I was discovered, sure hope there aren’t any snipers to take me out. That’d be awful.”

Price groaned even as Kyle stifled a chuckle,

“Come on, love, we’re a bit too good to let that happen to you.”

“That’s the real tragedy, honestly.”

“Enough, you two.”

König:

He thinks you’re funny but low key a little worried at how easily the jokes come to you

But if you’re laughing and having a good time, then so is he!

Sometimes you really do say some crazy things and he doesn’t know whether to laugh or to hug you

He likes the jokes that have nothing to do with you much better, you’d be sitting at a briefing in the far corner when you lean in and whisper quietly,

“Köni, what’s red and bad for your teeth?”

“Hm?”

“A brick.”

He stifles a laugh and shakes his head, you can see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he tries to hide the smile.

Alejandro Vargas:

Honestly, he kind of gives me the vibe of “telling a joke becomes receiving a lecture”

Like you’ll make a joke and look at him and he’s deadpanned,

“Mi amor, that’s no laughing matter.” And then he goes into a full lecture about why what you said was out of pocket and a little hurtful

It’s not that he doesn’t understand the humor he’s just concerned

But, he prefers the goofier jokes I feel like,

“An apple a day keeps the doctor away, or at least it does if you throw it hard enough.”

“Mensa.” He pushes your shoulder playfully with a laugh.

Dumb jokes like that get a good laugh out of him, just don’t make them about you please he loves you so much and he will lecture you

Rodolfo Parra:

Mortified in Spanish

“Mi vida, please don’t make those jokes.”

They break his poor little heart :( he loves you so much it makes him sad to hear make such harsh jokes about yourself or even see such awful things

He sighs every time he hears one of your jokes and gives this look 🥺

He doesn’t like that you joke about yourself or the things that have happened to you like that

He understands that humor is sometimes a coping mechanism, but he’d much rather talk through the things you’re joking about

He just cares about you so god damn MUCH

But if they’re nonsensical, then he’ll chuckle quietly,

“You don’t need a parachute to go skydiving.”

“What? Amor you definitely-”

“You need a parachute to go skydiving twice.”

“Dios mío, amor.” He chuckles.

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mrsparrasblog · 7 months ago

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hi srry if you don't do requests but I have to ask cuz I love everything about your writing.

Can u write a fic where the mc is strictly monogamous but 141 are SO madly in love so they fight on who gets to be with her and it's causing actual problems between them?

Ignored this if u don't want to. Anyway stay slaying✨

Hey ☀️🩷 Ofc I take requests this is my first one tho, I hope you like It, and it's like you imagined because I always have like a little movie in my head when I write a scene and with requests. I don't know if my thoughts match with yours- performance anxiety lol. Still thank you for supporting me 🩷☀️

Fighting for you

TF 141 x Reader

You always had that one plan in your life: meet a nice guy, date for 2 years, marry him with the most extravagant wedding dress someone could imagine, and after that, you get three fat babies whom you will love and dote on.

The only problem was, as a nurse on a military base, you didn't meet guys capable of this lifestyle. You hated to see all these men trying to get in your pants while they were married.

"Why are you in the med again, Johnny?" You scolded him. Of course, you found the Scotsman funny and liked his daily visits, but still, having him here all the time felt like a lost puppy when you had work to do.

"Look, Bonnie, have a mean scratch, need stitches from ya."

"Is that so, Mr. MacTavish?"

"Yes, Bonnie, look." He showed you a scar on his biceps, and you sighed. You knew he was only coming for something else; no soldier went to the medical just because of a scratch. He started to flex his biceps.

"Johnny, that's barely anything."

"But ya always fix me good, lassie." He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you sighed, disinfecting his nonexistent wound. "Such a good caretaker, lass. Need to put a ring on ya before someone else does." You blushed at the thought of marrying someone like Johnny. He was handsome, funny, and super strong, but he was a flirt, probably flirting with every other nurse. Besides, you had a date today.

"Johnny, stop flirting. I have a date today."

"Just a date, lass. It's not like you'll marry him."

You stared at him with a dead glare. "For some people, dates are important, Johnny!"

"Who is it?"

"None of your business, and now leave," you scolded him, annoyed by his noisy behavior.

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"Who of you bastards broke the agreement?" Johnny started to scream at his teammates.

"What do you mean, Soap?" Kyle asked, confused.

"We agreed that no one can have her since she doesn’t want to share, so who of you tossers broke the agreement and goes on a date with her?"

"How do you even know that mate, if you didn’t break the agreement too?"

"I just needed her to take care of my injuries, Kyle."

"Bullshit, you barely got a scratch. Admit that you wanted to break off the agreement too. Admit it." Gaz barked, walking towards Soap to pick him up by his shirt.

"Enough of you, Muppets!"

"You broke the agreement, Captain, didn't ya? Telling us all about the agreement and then taking out my future wife."

"I didn't, and even if, she'd be more happy to become Mrs. Price than Mrs. MacTavish."

They were so close to fighting; everyone accused the other of taking you on that date. They remembered the first day they saw you; all of them were smitten. You were just too precious, full of love and excitement. Perfect hair, perfect body, everything about you was perfect for them. You could walk with your greasy messy bun, and they’d kneel for you, promising you’re the most beautiful woman on earth. After a while, they noticed how every one of them was smitten, how Johnny spent every minute in the infirmary, Ghost becoming your shadow, protecting you from every danger of the world without you even knowing, the Captain always treated you better than every other staff member, you had more off days, better shifts, and even better pay, and Kyle bringing you always your favorite coffee and a bunch of pastries when you overworked yourself again.

Johnny was the first one to ask the rest if they’d be open to a poly relationship. He was the most open about his sexuality, and having Simon and you was the perfect thing for him. Whether the reasons why they agreed to try to court you in this relationship, every one of them thought you only deserved the best, and that included being worshiped by four muscular men.

Unfortunately, your best friend, who noticed their goal while you still stayed in your naive bubble, popped their bubble, telling them to sod off. You weren’t made for this kind of relationship; you were jealous and liked the idea of monogamy way too much. You only wanted to have one husband. That's how the agreement started none of them will pursue you, and they will only start something with you if you approach them, no more flirting, favoritism, or looming over you.

Nonetheless, they gave a fuck about their agreement, behind closed doors still trying to court you in various different ways, but how could they not? You were perfect, and they were obsessed and way too much in love with you to let someone else have you.

"Where the fuck is Ghost?" Kyle asked, looking around for the scary man with the skull face mask.

"Fucking hell, he is her date."

"Sick bastard."

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Soap walked into Ghost's barracks, eager to scream at his best friend. He was the first to love you, so Ghost should not have gone on a date with you without telling him. The betrayal felt immaculate, his best friend with the love of his life.

"Aye, Lieutenant, heard you're going on a date with the lassie."

"Johnny, it just happened."

"No hard feelings, LT. Where are you taking her?"

"Alfredo's."

"Oh, okay."

Simon looked confused at Johnny. "What's wrong?"

"Take her to a better place a steakhouse or a fish restaurant. Give her a real meal, not something cheap. Lassies love this fancy shit."

"Thanks, mate."

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Your date with Ghost was okay. He was brooding over something, and as he insisted on ordering something for you as a surprise, despite you telling him no, he did it, wanting to be a posh bloke who knows what his lady wants. Soap said you liked this fancy shit and heavy meat and fish.

As you looked disgusted at the filet steak, trying not to be rude by saying you're a vegetarian, he lost it mentally, not with you but with his best friend, who betrayed him just for you. He'd do the same, of course, but it's still different, right?

The date went on way too cringy, Simon spent most of the time apologizing to you for the messed-up date, and you tried to reassure him that it was okay. When he brought you back home, he asked if he could stay the night, and you politely declined.

"Johnny, I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

"Aye, shit," Johnny screamed as he began to run.

"The date went shit, I guess?" Kyle asked, unfazed by all the screaming from the two men fighting. He acted as if he didn't let slip the information that she is vegetarian next to Johnny or told Price she liked roses after she told him for 20 minutes straight how they are overrated. The best part was no one even suspected him; he was calm about the situation, not trying to solve it with violence like Johnny and Simon. While the others played checkers, he played chess to get you.

"Yes, it was."

"I told you muppets, I'm the one who deserves her."

"Shut up, Price," Ghost scoffed.

"I think so too, Captain should have her. At least he treats her well," Kyle said with a boyish grin.

So the Captain asked you out on a date, and after some convincing, you agreed, making yourself ready and waiting for him in desperation. You looked great, hair curled, mascara applied, and in a dress that was classy but a bit sexy. You knew Price could be a guy for this, maybe a bit too old, but still, you could grow old with him, and maybe he would give you everything your innocent heart desires.

After waiting for an hour, you were sure he wouldn’t come. If only you had known that Ghost was faking an accident and Soap's promise to tell you about it, not to let the sweet angel wait for the Captain. Soap was already on the way to play the knight in shining armor, fully confident to finally sweep you off your feet and make you the future Mrs. MacTavish, his sweet little angel. Oh, how the boys would look to know that he got the heart of their sweetheart finally.

Too late.

"Hey, lovely, why are you sobbing? Do I need to punch someone for you?"

"It's embarrassing, Kyle."

"Tell me about it."

"Just had a bunch of weird dates. One wanted to only bed me, I guess, and the other stood me up," you sobbed, looking into Kyle's pretty face.

"Oh, love, you know that all these guys around the boys are head over heels fighting over you like wild animals."

"Never."

"They are, how couldn't they? You're perfect."

"You're a flirt, you know that."

"And you're too pretty to cry, you know that?" He winked at you, removing the tears from your beautiful eyes.

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Kyle," you asked him shyly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you one of the boys who fight over me too?"

"Sure as hell, love!" He almost shouted, full of enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t want what I want."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just want you, to know all, exclusive dating."

"Mhm, I'd give you that without a doubt, love. Just let me prove to you that I'm the right one for you, love." His hand slowly went to your face, caressing the soft skin that was still tinted by your mascara tears. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." And when you looked at him with your doe eyes, he lost it, slowly pulling his rough lips on your soft ones, holding your head for dear life as if you could vanish any second. He was afraid he did something wrong, maybe scared you like a deer, but you didn't shy away; you pulled him closer, letting his lips intertwine with yours and slowly opening your mouth to let his tongue explore yours. It felt like a firework in your body; every fiber burned with pure passion as he kissed you. You didn't want to stop; you needed him as deeply as he longed for you.

"Fucking Garrick, I didn't think he’d win her over," Ghost murmured behind the wall, watching you with the others in jealousy as Kyle got their girl.

"He played us like fucking fools, telling us it's okay if we win her over," Price muttered, annoyed and kinda proud at his sneaky bastard.

"I'm more of a looker than fucking Gaz," Soap said, annoyed.

As happy as you were right now, all of the boys knew the fight for your heart wouldn’t stop until there was a ring on your finger.

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shotmrmiller · 5 months ago

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I present to you: asking the 141 if they have a single sibling

Price? Nope, all of his are married. He's single tho and chuckles at your question, leaning in close to jokingly say yeah, his twin brother.

Simon just glares. He ain't got good memories with his family. Instead he asks if you're the ugly sibling. Peak pettiness.

Gaz tells you you don't want his siblings, they wouldn't be as good of as match for you as he is.

Soap goes off about how much he loves his sisters but never mentions if they're single, just is happy to talk about his family

price: surprise, it's actually me.

simon boutta get buried again. spit in his tea, toss his guns in mud and dull his knives. bastard. and then i'd ask him was he? is that why he wears the mask, to hide his ugly mug? asshole. now bend me over the table before i start crying.

kyle can get it immediately because haha i'm actually not interested in your siblings

and i feel that soap would be like no but i am then give you the crazy blue eyed stare til you're forced to go on that date he's been dogging you about.

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trashy-tries-writing · 2 years ago

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Hii there's absolutely no pressure but I love your writing and thought: what about Ravine working with the 141 on a mission where drugs are related and they need to find them (or something of that sort, I'm no expert in military stuff) and they bring a k-9 with them that is known for being aggressive and attacking if not treated with utmost precision, only for it to warm up to Ravine and snuggle up to him even tho he's the scary and "mean" one?

Pictures: Cooper with Ravine VS Cooper with anyone else

Dear Anon, I love your magnificent brain for coming up with this scenario!!! And thank you so much!🤗 Also no worries I don’t know anything about the military either :’)) I hope I wrote this how you imagined, do let me know 🙌

Warning: Mentions of drugs, PTSD, amputation, transplant- Probably wrong military name usages and stuff. Maybe OOC?💧

Let me know if you want a part 2 of this, where they chase down the drugs with Cooper 😀

Drug mission with an aggressive K-9 who only turns putty for the "mean” Ravine. The boys are conflicted about who to feel jealous of- Cooper or Ravine, both who usually don't let themselves be touched.

Ravine, who just finished his massacre, was sent to 141’s base once their mission to get intel turned into a drug chase. Along with the confiscated information, they found a hidden stash of high class heroin on the boat, therefore they wanted the soldier to join them.

Laswell had tracked the owner later: Caro Edgar, a well known drug lord that has been long enough on the wanted list. Price decided it was time they get the man behind bars- or dead.

Someone from the DATR (Defence Animal Training Regiment) was delivering their best narcotic detection dog to the squad per Price’s request. Some of the boys were ecstatic to have a little furry friend with them…

Until the dog actually came into the base.

The K-9, Cooper was a menace to deal with.

He bared his fangs at the men in front of him once his cage was open. Gaz, who was excited to greet their four-legged friend, took a sudden step and Cooper was already in his face, mouth ajar to bite his head off, if it weren’t for the chain being pulled back by the dog handler.

Soap flinched back from the sudden hostility and that owned him a bunch of barkings while saliva flew from the K-9’s mouth.

Safe to say, both men backed off and used Ghost as a human shield. Said man glared at the canine, his shoulders tensed. Price on the other hand looked at the soldier with a questioned look, who lent them the aggressive canine.

“I apologize but he is the only one qualified with the mission, the others aren’t ready or already on duty.”

For the past two days, they tried to get along with the aggressive K-9 but it wasn’t getting any better.

If they moved too fast, he barked.

Breathed wrong? He growled.

Too close and shifting wrong? Cooper jumped them if it weren’t for the chain stopping him. They had to fill his bowl and slide it over from a distance due to Ghost almost losing his hand the first time he tried to fill his plate.

Price was 100% certain that Soap was having nightmares of the dog ripping him to shreds while he slept. Gaz refused to come near the devil spawn and walked along the edge while pressing his back to the wall. His eyes never left the four-legged demon when he passed around it.

Ghost? He and Cooper had a glaring contest every single time the dog started barking and growling like a feral animal when they came across each other.

On the third day, Ravine finally reached the base and the dog hadn't lessened his bullshit which made the Task Force slowly lose it. Cooper made noises throughout the night when he felt like they didn’t suffer enough trying to take care of him.

The dog trainer admitted that she was a little afraid of the Belgian Malinois herself. The previous owner died on the mission so the dog was passed down to her. Cooper was one of the best K-9 they had so they had to keep him even if he was being hostile to the other dogs. They had to separate him into solo training with a group of supervisors to get the K-9 under control.

They were all currently all out in the open, trying to make Cooper listen to their commands. They couldn’t keep waiting due to the risk of Caro Edgar shipping a whole warehouse of drugs underground.

“Steaming bloody Jesus!”

Soap jumps back, close to losing his footing when Cooper jumps up to meet the man face to face.

“This isn’t going anywhere! We need a new dog damn it!”

Price sighs and opens his mouth to agree but notices the collar ripping from the sideline.

“Get away from him, NOW!!”

*Snap*

Cooper wastes no time to attack, Gaz who he seems to be running to, screams in fear and throws his body to the side. Only to reveal Ravine appearing from behind him, the men panic at the soldier staring at the report in his hands.

“RAVINE DUCK!”

Their hearts skip a beat when the dog comes slamming down onto him from above. Papers flew through the air as Ravine couldn’t even finish registering what Ghost was screaming about until a blur of black and brown came into his sight.

They run towards the fallen soldier, expecting blood to pour from his shoulders or any part Cooper decided to bite into.

But Ravine laid on the ground unharmed with a hand holding the front legs and the other grabbing tightly on the dog’s mouth like a muzzle as he proceeded to get the K-9’s face further away from his.

“That was close. You good mate?” Soap warily inches closer but stops when Cooper starts growling again.

“Aye.”

Ravine sits on the dirt for a moment before casting the dog to the side. As if the squad felt the change in their newcomer, they huddled together on the sideline with the dog trainer holding a brand new collar in her hands.

Cooper shakes his fur, his fangs out, ready to pounce at the threat in front of him. Ravine on the other hand stood calmly on his feet, his height casting a shadow on the dog as it came flying towards him.

“Sit.”

The dog flinches at his voice, hesitates for a split second then prepares to pounce, his jaw open-

“Sit.”

What some humans didn’t know was the highly sensitivity of a dog to pheromones. Cooper feels it, the malice from the stranger standing before him seems to grow and expand to an immeasurable size, all pointed at him and him only. Cooper was lost inside, alone, hunted down like a prey. If he didn’t listen now- he knew he was actually going to perish.

So he sat down, lowering as far as his body allowed.

Gaz glances between Ravine and the dog in worry. “He doesn’t actually think this is going to work, is it?” His hands feel sweaty as he wiped them down on his clothes, his eyes peeking at Ghost and Soap. “He wasn’t here to see how dangerous it is.”

“I don’t think he’s dumb to believe that.” replies L.T. with crossed arms, the thought of shooting the little menace crossing his mind if the mutt decided to take a bite out of him.

“Sit.”

They suddenly find themselves on the ground before they hear Price cackle loudly on the bench. Soap’s legs felt like jelly when Ravine ordered them- the dog with a tone he hadn’t heard him use before.

Ravine stared at the quartet on the ground and Price on the bench, curious what the Captain found so funny at him getting the dog to lay down. He might never know because they avoided looking into his general direction.

Soap laid on his back, his face in his palms, Gaz pushed his hat down to hide his expression and Ghost was lucky to have his mask on as he grabbed his arms while turning away, the dog trainer pushed her head into her knees that were pulled towards her chest.

And lucky Price, who was already sitting, continued to crack up towards the squad with the occasional whines being let out from Cooper in the background.

Ravine thought the Captain told a joke that made the others react so strongly and didn’t bother questioning it, to their relief. When everyone calmed their hearts, they mentally agreed to never talk about this situation ever again but they knew Price would never let them live this down.

They decided the little demon was Ravine’s responsibility now.

And at first they were glad to not have to risk their limbs anymore.

Cooper listened to every word Ravine spoke and slowly throughout the day, the dog started to waddle around without having to be leashed although he would still snap at the other’s who weren't Ravine.

What started out as an aggressive attack dog, turned in half a day into a puppy longing for affection and attention.

On the fourth day, 141 was slowly getting fed up.

At one point they were jealous that Ravine gets to be on the menaces' good side. He gets to ruffle the dogs fur, pet it while they get a face full of teeth and saliva. Along with Cooper sitting on his lap, his thighs making it look really cozy to touch, the K-9 performed tricks and wagged his tail like a love-sick puppy yearning for cuddles from the man.

As if the four-legged demon didn’t plan to give Gaz a nose transplant, a hand amputation for Ghost and PTSD for Soap.

Then they couldn’t approach Ravine without Cooper getting in between them.

They weren’t allowed to be near him and had to stay at least a good few feet away. They couldn’t even hand him things over without the damn dog scaring them, so Cooper could bring the stuff to Ravine like some newspaper.

At the meeting to track down Caro Edgar, Cooper decided to interrupt by going in between his legs and standing up to put his front legs on Ravine’s chest. He wouldn’t stop bouncing until his human put an arm around him, his hand laying on top of his head for scratchies.

Price’s content that Ravine was a help to get the dog under control. They couldn’t risk flunking the mission caused by a misbehaving K-9. He lets his eyes linger on the duo, a smile spreading on his lips when the faceless man doesn't repulse from the physical affection.

He wanted to go back to the report but noticed that no one was really paying attention anymore besides Ravine, who was looking at the documents on the desk.

Gaz is tempted to pull at its tail beneath the desk so the K-9 would stop bothering Ravine so much. He snaps his eyes away from it when Cooper looks directly at him. The menace threw his attention back to the man petting him when the smell of fear slowly radiated off of Gaz.

Beside Ravine sat Soap as he wondered if one day the slouching male would give him a hug too. For a while he stared at the demon disappearing and replaced by a puppy in Ravine’s embrace.

Ghost gawks at the mutt in irritation. He fed him and got his limp nearly bitten off and now the same mutt is squeezing his teammate’s chest like some paw toy. He knows that Cooper was given him side eyes and showing his sharp fangs to mock him. Ravine looks down to check on the K-9 and there it goes acting all innocent.

‘Cunt.’

On the sixth day, the dog trainer already left while the team wanted to get the mission done and over with, so they could immediately return the K-9 back to her.

Soap’s mind wanders around until he thinks aloud, his eyes following the dog wagging his tail at the tall man trying to train in peace. He grimaces at it for stealing his chance to bond with Ravine all to itself.

“Do you think that brat sleeps in the same bed as him?”

“I’m sure it does-” Gaz sips loudly from his bottle, his eyes glaring down at Cooper when the K-9 gets to snuggle closer to his chest before being pushed to the side, “Look at it! The dog gets to hug him before I even get the chance for Ravine to let me touch his shoulder!”

“I don’t even get a high five from him.”

“Me neither.”

Both turn their heads towards Ghost, silently edging him to answer the question. He sighs under his breath. “Negative.”

They all turn back to watching their friend from afar, occasionally cursing the dog under their breaths when they see how physical Cooper was getting with the man who was known to back away from people who wanted to touch him.

Even Ghost wasn’t that stingy.

Hell breaks loose when Cooper starts to put his paws on the man’s ass.

“ThaT’S IT-”

“Wait Soap, don’t dO THAT-!”

“JOHNNY DON’T-”

Terrified screams could be heard through the base along with a string of curses and a dog’s vicious barking. It ended with Ravine ordering Cooper to back off from his friends with a slight edge to his voice which scared the dog into laying on the ground shamefully.

On the other hand Gaz and Soap grin victoriously and pull faces at the dog behind the safety of the soldier’s back. Ghost silently curses the mutt for acting inappropriately while Price is hiding in the back, recording the whole situation to send to some people.

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fanficwriterlover · 1 year ago

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Safe With A Ghost

18+ Readers Only

Chapter 8: Home at Last

Summary: Price and Soap, do everything in their power to get back to Simon, everything was counting on them to get him home, hoping you'd hold yourself together until they got him home....

Expectations: Simon ghost Riley x f!reader, emotional, slight angst, etc. (Tissues on Standby Recommended)

Pet-Names: Pigeon & Little Lamb

Word Count: 2.6k

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After a long painful, two hour flight, Soap and Price finally landed at the base where they last landed. Immediately Price and Soap gathered their gears approaching a waiting humvee for them. Price looked at his watch as they got closer to the vehicle "Alright...Ghost sent me his location, he's at best 40 minutes from here. Let's move Sargent." Soap nodded his head hopping into the passenger seat "Aye, let's go get our LT." Price put the key in the ignition, getting it into drive, and flooring the pedal. Flying by the gates at this base, they were on the main road. Price gripped the steering wheel all he could think about was getting Ghost back with his family. After everything he and Simon been through, they were as close to brothers as one would consider. He remembered the day Simon and you even asked him to be the god child to your newborn~

After many hours of contractions and labor, finally their son came into the picture. He was in the crib in the hospital room, one which you had the nurses change three times because the roller was too loud, too rough, or smelled. Finally settling on the fourth crib the nurses quickly bustled out to get your guests to meet your baby. Simon couldn't help but snicker at your mood, being pregnant and after birth your hormones were truly everywhere. He was wearing his balaclava still, in a black Tshirt and jeans sitting in the sofa chair near your bed "Wow Pigeon, still got some fire in ya huh ?" You gave him a warning look as he raises his arms in surrender "Take it easy Pigeon." He stood up walking over to your bed, the whole birth he stood at your side holding your hand and looking into your eyes, he grabs your hand gently, which now you were no longer squeezing it tightly. Which he learned your grip strength was a lot stronger than he anticipated for such small delicate fingers. He lifts his mask up to his nose leaning closer "You did good tho love" you smile tiredly, you rested a bit already but the ordeal was still lingering "Thanks for holding on the whole time, glad you're not like other men who faint at the sight" you smirk at him as he blushed, he did during the moment take a glance and instantly regretted looking seeing the child's head. Killing seemed less gorey than seeing someone he loves go through such pain to bring life. He kisses you gently, which you indulge back, until a big burst of the rooms door flew up.

You look to the direction of the door hearing Simon grumble near your ear as you couldn't help but stifle a giggle. It was of course the 141 team. They all had come obviously to see the baby, Simon pulled himself away lowering his mask as Soap grinned "Aye, we interrupting something ?" He nudges Gaz to join in but Gaz was to eager to see the baby "I mean, gee LT, she just had your kid, don't get that excited now" you blushed, and you could already imagine Simon blushing under his mask but he simply snap back "Keep it shut McTavish" he glares at the Scottish man who shrugs it off walking over to your side "You look like shit lass, respectfully" you mumble softly "Feel like it, what happens when you push out a giant" this earns a chuckle from the group. Price was already leaning over looking at your sleeping child, he then looks your direction "Did good kid, that's one healthy big baby" you smile nodding your head "Emphasise on big" you smirk a bit as he chuckles "Aye, that he is. May I?" He indicates if he can hold the baby which you nod your head, Gaz seemed far too eager as well to hold the child too but it only felt right Price hold your son first. He helped you a lot and even made sure Simon reached out to you during the mission. He cradled the little one in his arms gently rocking "He's a cute little bugger...you all think of a name yet ?" He asks softly, one which neither you or Simon answered he seemed to have understood but then you spoke "Price, there's something I wish to ask you" he looks up at you curiously "What is it little lamb ?" Simon moves back over to the side of your bed, hands in his pocket, he then looks down at you as you glance at him his eyes giving you approval as you look back at Price "Would you be our son's Godfather ?" It was a question Price never would have thought he'd be asked. Not only did he swear to both you and Simon for both each other's safety now you both were entrusting him with your son. It touched his heart, but more so that Simon trusted him to be the person to raise their son if something happened to them. He smiled "Of course, I'd be honored."

Remembering that day clearly, Price had made many promises. But to a family, his own family and friends, he'd give his life to make sure Simon got home to you and his son. Driving like a mad man down the road they were drawing closer to Ghost's location that he had sent. Right now they were getting no assistance from Laswell since this was an off the record job. Soap broke the silence "You think LT, beaten up pretty bad Capt. ? " Price grips the steering wheel, he could hear Ghosts grunts through the phone call, he definitely had some pain inflicted onto him, especially given the length of his absence. He was however more curious who would keep him alive that long, and why ? "I'm sure he did Soap. Right now let's focus on just extracting him out of there without much issue aye ?" Soap nodded his head "Got that Capt." They were 15 minutes out from Ghost's location they just hoped they would be a smooth rescue.

Ghost was sitting in the chair hold his stomach, his stomach was definitely bruising and feeling the pain. He could tell from the blood loss he definitely was paler he didn't think he could function enough. A knock came at his door, he frowned a bit, he knew Price was on his way but it was far too quick. Sitting silently Ghost waited to hear any movement, as he grudgingly stood up, despite the pain, he walked lightly on his feet leaning against the door until hearing a bigger knock and a loud familiar Scottish accent "Aye LT. wake your arse up !" Ghost grumbled yet smiled at the familiar sound as he opened the door seeing Price and Soap, both of them seemed relieved to see him, until seeing his state Price frowned a bit "You aight Simon ?" Ghost grunted but the wince in his eyes gave him away. As Price looked to Soap who seemed to understand, grabbing his arm and hoisting him over his shoulder "Aye I got ya Lt, let's get you out of this shit hole" Price smirked at Ghost as he grumbled "About fuckin time-"

Over a week later...

You were drinking some tea late in the afternoon, Gaz had decided to take Colton out to go shopping for some supplies. Which you allowed, your son needed to socialize a bit, and luckily he had his uncle Gaz to look after his best interests. Some days were easier than others but today was really hitting you, because today of all days was the day Simon and you promised to never keep secrets from one another and when you saw his face. The moment replaying in your head was almost torturing. How you remembered gawking at his handsome face, until he kissed you. The way the cool air seemed to immediately turn hot from the passion. Everything from then, all those years ago...wasted. Simon was gone. You rubbed over your eyes, this was so hard living without him, knowing he wasn't coming back. Especially with his duplicate of a son, who started to remind you more and more of Simon. Oddly, crossing your mind, you realized you hadn't seen much of Soap or Price. In fact they haven't even come to visit, it's been almost three weeks since you've heard from either, and Gaz certainly was dodging your questions.-

"Gaz, where's Price and Johnny ?" He always seemed to jump when you asked this question almost like you are asking a touchy subject which made you all the more curious. Gaz was a horrible liar...was obvious he laughed it off awkwardly then say "They're at base of course !" You cocked your brow, as if that was a good enough reason eyeing him to make him break "They're just super busy y/n, I'm sure they'll reach back out in no time ! Don't sweat your pretty mind on that." Tilting your head as if inspecting him "Gaz....what are you hiding from me ?" He seemed offended "I'd never ! I am just as much in the dark as you are !" You didn't buy that for a second. Even when you pried at him for more answers he'd still unwaver, it was infuriating.

You grumbled at the thought that everyone has been keeping you in the dark so long as a knock on the door snapped you out of your glare. Frowning a bit you thought was weird considering Gaz never usually knocked. He'd enter and shout it's him, so who else could it possibly be ? You set you tea down as you get up from the couch, walking over to the front door, you heard another knock almost as if you couldn't hear the first as you say "I hear ya, I'm coming..." when you opened the door, you're met with a big mohawk man grinning at you. "oh Johnny, it's you, where you been these weeks !" He gives you a big hug as you return it, Price standing at his side, as he was giving you a smile, with something else glistening in his eye tears ? You're surprised by this energy, it felt almost, uncertainty you didn't know what to feel studying their faces then asking "Is something wrong ?" Soap looks to Price then Price sighs out gripping his vest "Not at all little lamb, just been working to bring him back" they both step aside, and you didn't even notice the other figure behind them, but not just any figure...a man wearing a familiar skull mask, black shirt, and jeans. You were shaking, your body frozen in the spot. It seemed like Soap and Price vanished from your line of sight only focusing on the figure approaching you slowly. Your voice seemed to have vanished and your brain didn't seem to want to function, the only thing it mustered up was tears. The man was now in front of you, silent, his scent, it smelled so familiar, your eyes looking into his as his back to yours. It was deafening, then the most British, deep voice you missed to hear so long pulled you from your trance filling your ears, "Hey Pigeon...." Your mouth was apparently gaped open as you were fumbling on words now "What...how... you're...." It was racing you felt like you were going to have a panic attack, which the man you seemed to know but couldn't quite believe gently grabs you on your shoulder "Y/n, look at me, breathe slowly, lovie" his commands seem to soothe you, your eyes were frantic, slightly blurry from the tears wanting to stream down "S-Simon..."

Hearing your beautiful voice say his name, made his heart thump harder, he missed the sound of your voice. Everything...he couldn't believe it had been over a month since he has been gone almost dead. He never thought he'd have the opportunity to see you again, yet here he was at our home, in front of you in his grasp. "Yea...it's me Pigeon" in that moment you lunged yourself into his chest, as you buried your face into him crying out more, he cradled you gentle rubbing the back of your head as he could hear you muffling "You're alive..." Before sobbing more as he lets out a soft chuckle "Doubted me ?" You playfully hit his chest as it got a soft laugh from you. Everything about you washed over him, your scent, how small you were in his arms, your warmth, the sounds you made. Everything....it was something he never realized he'd miss. You broke away from the hug touching his masked face looking into his eyes with blurry tears, he couldn't help but smile, seeing the relief and love you had for him made him remember what held him together this whole time. You. "I can't believe you're here !"

You smiled more, your genuine smile, it was overwhelming as Simon nodded his head "It's thanks to Price. He found me. Got me home" you look in Price's direction as he holds his hands up "I did nothing. Simon you got yourself out of there. You fought to come home. I just made the bridge." You couldn't help but smile, the amount of relief and hope you held onto for so long that Simon would be alive really paid off as he was looking at you. Both of you could hear Price and Soap walk away giving you two space, as Simon reached up removing his mask. The man you loved for so long, and missed, his beautiful adorned scar face, tustled dirty cropped blonde hair and brown eyes bore into you. He leaned closer to your face as you did the same as he spoke near your lips "I missed you y/n" you smile gently crying more touching his cheek "I missed you too Simon" with that, sealing the pain and almost doubt if this was a dream, Simon crashed his lips onto yours, engulfing you into bliss a moment that made this day even more special besides the fact it was the day you two promised one another but also marks the day you two reunited again. The two of you didn't know how long you were holding each other, but it was then you noticed another car pull up, one you knew, as Simon looked in the direction of the vehicle, almost tensing at the sight. You gently give a squeeze on his arm reassuring him as you smile up at him, blinking away your tears "Someone will be happy to see you-"

He cocked his brow somewhat confused by that as he watched Gaz get out of the car, then go to the side of behind the passenger seat, you rubbed his arm gently, soothing him, as Simon realized who Gaz was grabbing. His son, Colton. He was more bubbly, and there was more strands of his blonde hair over his scalp since the last time he saw him. Gaz approached the two of you, holding your son in his arms as he nods his head at Simon "Someone's missed ya L.T" in that moment, Colton was already reaching for him, laughing excitedly with his wide eyes, Simon reached for him grabbing him, and pulling him onto his chest. Colton began patting his masked face touching his cheeks, Simon never cried, but there were tears welling in his eyes at the sight of his son. It was this moment he knew, he was home at last. With you at his side, Colton in his arms, and his team around him. This was the family Simon never expected but was grateful to have.

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siilvan · 1 year ago

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aqua regia – II

part one | part three

characters: nikolai

summary: as the tension between you and nikolai continues to rise, you’re sent on another assignment and, for the first time, exposed to the pilot’s darker corner of the world.

genre: general, mild angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader (bravo 0-5)

warnings: semi-proofread, suggestive moments, brief dream smut, cursing, canon-typical violence, nik’s a flirt, reader’s also a flirt, protective!nik, he’s dreamy when he kills people, nik gets hurt but reader fixes him up, i don’t speak russian pls be gentle

word count: 5.6k

note: one day i’ll write a slow burn… but today is not that day (tomorrow might be tho <3)

"fuck– nikolai–"

his rough, calloused hand let go of your hip to press down between your shoulder blades, forcing your back to arch as he pushed your chest further into the mattress. you had the sheets fisted in one hand and the other interlocked with his, moans freely spilling from your lips.

"you can take it, милая." he growls between labored breaths, leaning forward to leave wet, sloppy kisses against the back of your throat as his hand reached for your hip again. "моя сладкая… you’re doing so good for me…"

"fuck– ‘s too much, nik…" you whine as the new position made him go even deeper, practically bullying you on his cock.

"too much? you’re sucking me in, принцесса," he chuckles low next to your ear, pressing yet another kiss to your feverish skin. the cold metal of his necklace - that stupid gold chain he always wore - dangled next to your head, swaying back and forth with each snap of his hips.

you gripped his hand tightly, the only thing keeping you on the planet as nikolai quite literally fucked you stupid. each hard thrust only made it more difficult for you to think, to speak, to do anything but try desperately to keep up with him. he squeezed your hand in return, mumbling soft praise and leaving sweet kisses against your shoulder as you finally lost yourself in your ecstasy.

you sat up straight as your alarm blared, startling you out of your pleasant dream. clicking it off and flopping back down, you let out a frustrated sigh.

"fucking hate him…" you grumble to yourself. sitting up again, you grab one of your pillows and chuck it at the door with a groan.

it had been three weeks since the chemical factory. three weeks since you and nikolai had camped out together. three weeks since you two almost kissed. and, during those three weeks, you had seen the man only once. apparently he was "busy with work," as captain price put it when you asked.

is it possible to go insane from something like this? three weeks ago, you would have answered that question with a definitive "no."

today, you would say "yes" to it.

there was a ginger knock against your door. "uh, lieutenant? you doin’ alright in there?" gaz’s nervous voice, slightly muffled on the other side, distracted you from your thoughts.

"i’m fine, gaz, just dropped something," you reply while dragging yourself out of bed.

"dropped something against the door?"

"yes, sergeant. against the door."

you trudged over to the door and nudged the pillow out of the way with your foot. upon opening it, you were greeted by the sight of a very befuddled gaz.

"well, there’s coffee in the kitchen." he says with a smile. "please try not to drop that, too." he adds, speed-walking in the other direction after you sent him a very pointed glare.

when you stepped into the kitchen, you immediately beeline for the pot of coffee that soap was standing next to. the scotsman looked at you with an amused grin as you hastily prepared a cup for yourself.

"bad night, l.t.?"

"you have no idea."

as you eagerly chugged your drink, paying no mind to the burning sensation as it went down your throat, ghost approached and stopped in the doorway. "0-5, price wants you to stop by his office."

"someone’s in trouble," soap sang from next to you, prompting you to roll your eyes and set your cup on the counter. "did he say what for?" you ask, brushing past the other lieutenant on your way out.

"something related to an assignment, i think. best for you to ask him yourself."

with a nod and a quick "thank you," you headed for price’s office. it wasn’t terribly far, but far enough that your head spun with different ideas of what he could want. to your knowledge, you hadn’t done anything wrong, nor had you done anything worth a personal commendation. was this about the chemical factory? training new recruits? a new mission you’d be leading?

as you approached the office and knocked on the open door, you had your question answered for you.

price stood behind his desk, cigar burning away between his thumb and forefinger. standing on the other side, chatting with him about something, was the very man that had been plaguing your thoughts for the past twenty one days.

"lieutenant, good to see you." price took another puff of his cigar before setting on the edge of the ash tray. nikolai looked over his shoulder, smiling as you stepped further into the room. "i’ve got a new job for you. one that laswell just sent in."

you stood in front of the desk, to nikolai’s right, as price slid the manila folder on its surface towards you. "something for me alone?" you ask while giving the contents of the folder a quick scan, noting how many of the details were blacked out.

"officially, you’ll be working alone."

"and, unofficially?"

price huffed out a laugh and nodded towards the other man. "unofficially, nik will be there to watch your back and provide some… personal support."

the details that weren’t redacted gave you an idea of why he was your backup: the local contact you’d be linking up with to gather intel was a former arms dealer from russia, now running a "clean" business in finland. he was probably familiar with the man.

"when do we head out?" you closed the folder and set it back down, giving price a curious look.

"as soon as you can. you’ve got a long flight."

within a half-hour, you had collected your gear and made your way to the base’s runway. nikolai was standing by the helicopter as you approached, skimming over the flight plan. wordlessly, you passed by him and dropped your bag in the back of the helicopter, glimpsing at him from the corner of your eye. he looked up from the papers briefly, perfectly in time to meet your gaze.

"ready to head out, принцесса?" he asks, turning around and tucking the clipboard somewhere in the cockpit. the nickname brought you back to the dream you had last night - a memory that immediately made blood rush to your face.

quickly shaking the feeling off, you nodded your head. "yeah, let’s get going."

as you went to board in the back, nikolai stopped you. "ah, you should ride in the front." he motioned towards the co-pilot’s seat. "it’s just the two of us, there’s no point in sitting in the back."

you looked at the seat, then back at him. "you sure? i don’t want to mess anything up."

"you won’t," he chuckles and slides the back door shut. "just don’t touch anything unless i tell you to, and we’ll be fine."

with another nod, you circle around the chopper and settle in the front seat. your respect for the pilot raised instantly upon seeing the array of buttons, switches, and gauges laid out; you couldn’t even begin to guess what half of them were used for.

and yet, nikolai seemed to know exactly what to do as he sat in the pilot’s seat, flicking several switches and bringing every system to life. it wasn’t long before you were in the sky, with the low rumble of the vehicle’s engine helping relax you as your head fell back against the headrest.

"you’re usually more talkative than this, lieutenant." nikolai spoke up, sending a cursory glance in your direction. you opened your eyes, which had fallen shut soon after takeoff, and returned the look.

"not feeling very talkative today," you reply.

he turns towards you with a low sigh. "are you upset with me?"

the question was genuine, and you met his somber gaze. you gnawed on the inside of your cheek as you debated on how to answer. you understood being busy, most of the people you came across in this line of work were constantly moving without a break, yourself included. despite not knowing hardly anything about the man’s past or personal life, you knew that nikolai had a number of responsibilities that kept him almost too busy.

you felt bad - guilty, even - over it all; that you were upset with him for doing his job, that you couldn’t help alleviate any of his stress, your confusion over your feelings for him, that you’ve missed him far more than you should.

"i’m not upset with you," you start, shifting your gaze to the control panel in front of you. "well, i am, but not in the way you think. these past few weeks… i’ve missed you, nik. more than i know i should, given our situation." you concede with a heavy sigh.

"what is 'our situation?'"

"risking death every time we step out the door."

nikolai huffed, just barely audible over the sound of the whirring blades overhead. "i have no intention to die, милая."

"i know you don’t intend to, but it could happen," you look at him again, suddenly feeling a fresh wave of anxiety rush through your veins. "ever since you left, i’ve been worrying day and night, staying awake in the hopes you’d at least call and tell me you’re okay."

at some point, your hands balled into fists in your lap. nikolai had since looked back at the windshield, though you could tell he was still listening.

"i just–" you sigh, again, attempting to keep your composure. you were a soldier, a member of an elite task force for heaven’s sake, you should be able to do at least that. "we left off in a… confusing, place. i wanted to talk about it, but then you were gone without so much as a 'goodbye.'"

"and, i understand you were busy," you continue, unclenching your fists and nervously rubbing your palms against the front of your thighs. "you’ve got your own life and business to worry about, but a single call would’ve gone a long way. i don’t even know if that night meant anything to you."

you waited for a response - a confirmation, rejection, anything. you just needed to know how he felt, to know whether you should walk away with your tail between your legs and your pride intact, or if there was something there worth pursuing.

a few minutes of painful silence passed between you two. finally, as you were opening your mouth to tell him to forget about it, nikolai spoke.

"i wanted to call. several times." he pauses, inhaling and exhaling slowly. "i left in such a rush because i was needed for something important, something urgent. i didn’t expect to be kept away for so long, or else i would have spoken to you."

"i am a very busy man, yes, but never too busy for you." he confesses, chuckling to himself. "as for what that night meant… well, i think that entirely depends on what you want, милая. you already know that you are special to me. what we choose to do about it is up to you."

you crack a smile as your tense muscles start to relax. all it took was that response to make you realize just how ridiculous the whole situation was. embarrassment flooded your mind and heat rose to your cheeks, forcing you to raise your hands in an attempt to cover them.

"i’m sorry, i should have–"

"don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong by worrying. it is quite nice to be worried over, actually."

nikolai held the yoke in one hand and reached over with the other, taking your wrist in a gentle grip. he pulls it towards himself and interlocks your fingers together before lifting your hand up to press a firm kiss to the back of it.

"after this job, we’ll talk everything over." you giggle as the single kiss turned into multiple on the back of your hand and fingers. "i think we’re on the same page, but i’d like to hear you say it."

he hums against your skin before releasing your hand and focusing on the sky again. "anything to please you, принцесса."

the sun was beginning to set over the horizon as the chopper landed, decorating the sky in an assortment of warm hues. dirt and small stones were crushed underneath your boots as you stepped out of the cockpit, taking note of the surrounding area.

you had landed in a field, marked only with a small, abandoned shack set in the middle. most sides of the clearing were surrounded by dense forest as far as the eye could see, though one side had a dirt path that led past it. through the trees, you could make out a road and city lights in the distance.

"we’ll travel the rest of the distance by car," nikolai states, motioning towards a black truck at the close end of the path. "less suspicion, that way."

"who would be suspicious of us, exactly?" you question as you follow him to the vehicle, setting your bag in the back of it. he circles around to the driver’s side and fishes a set of keys out of his pocket, and you get settled in the passenger’s seat once it’s unlocked.

"our contact," he turns the keys in the ignition and starts down the path, towards the road. "he goes by 'lev,' and is a very paranoid man."

you glanced at the mirrors as you turned onto the road, keeping an eye out for any cars potentially following. "if he’s so paranoid, then how did laswell convince him to help us?"

"she didn’t. i did."

you look away from the mirrors to stare at nikolai in confusion. you expected him to be familiar with the contact, but this was news to you. he merely regards you with an easy smile.

"what do you think i spent those weeks doing, милая? i was gathering resources, as always."

"i should’ve known," you shake your head in disbelief, focusing your eyes on the road. the sun had fully sunken over the horizon by this point, blanketing the sky in darkness. "another long drive?"

"shouldn’t be too long, provided we don’t run into any trouble on the way."

ever true to his word, the drive to the meeting location wasn’t long - only about an hour, compared to the day’s trip you’d had already. a few twists and turns down the back roads of the city brought you to an inconspicuous warehouse. had you not known better, you would have assumed the building was abandoned, the only sign of life being the pair of guards standing near the entrance.

"until we reach lev, it would be best to let me do the talking," nikolai says, motioning for you to follow him to the entrance. you silently nod your head and stick close to his side as the two guards regard you with stern glares, hands reaching for the side holsters slightly concealed under their jackets.

nikolai approaches them with a calm smile and greets the pair in russian before striking up a conversation that you could only understand pieces of. you manage to catch the words "meeting," "boss," and "friend" amongst the rest.

one of them men lifts his hand to his earpiece and speaks into it. after a moment’s wait, he nods to the other guard, who then says something to nikolai. you just barely register the word "inside" before the doors are opened for you to walk through. again, you stay close to your companion’s side as you enter, being greeted instantly by a collection of several more armed personnel.

one of the guards nods towards an elevator. you send nikolai a wary glance that he brushes off with a relaxed smile as you two follow what you’re told. however, once the elevator doors slide shut, leaving the two of you alone again, he turns to you.

"listen to me very closely," he says in a low voice, sending an involuntary shiver up your spine. "there is an apartment building a few blocks away. it is one of the only residential buildings in this part of the city, so it’s very hard to miss. if anything happens during this meeting, i want you to go there, with or without me, and go to the apartment on the top floor."

you nervously shift your weight from one foot to the other. "are you worried that something is going to go wrong?" you ask, blinking up at him.

"i don’t think that anything will go wrong," he reassures you. "but, i believe that it’s always best to be prepared for the worst, lieutenant."

hard to argue with that logic.

a moment later, the elevator stops and the doors slide open again. more guards dot the short hallway leading to a set of double doors. the pair of guards standing on either side reach for the handles and pull them open when you arrive, revealing a spacious and well-kept office. a far cry from the building’s exterior, you think to yourself.

in the dead center of the room was a large, circular meeting table. to the right was another single door that you gathered led outside. there was a small seating area immediately to your left, and against the far wall sat a simple wooden desk.

the man that sat behind said desk broke into a wide grin upon your entry - lev, you assumed.

he stands from his swivel chair and greets nikolai with an eager handshake. "ah, nikolai, i was starting to wonder when you would show up!" he says, accent thick and heavy, before turning his attention to you. "and, who is this ангел that you’ve brought?"

you instinctively shift a bit closer to nikolai before he answers. "a friend, the one with the task force. she’s here for the information you have." he lifts his hand and presses his palm against the other man’s chest, preventing him from getting any closer to you.

"a friend, i see." lev shoots a knowing glance in his direction. "if she can be trusted, then i have all the information that you need."

he walks to the far end of the meeting table, rapping his knuckles against the surface of it twice, signaling for you to sit down. you oblige and take a seat in one of the chairs, with nikolai sitting in between you and lev. he presents a folder, packed to the point of nearly bursting, and slides it towards you.

"i have done much work with the organizations that you are seeking to dismantle."

you start looking over the contents of the folder. names, locations, battle plans, affiliates - HQ would have a field day with all of it. "what caused you to break up the relationship, then?" you ask while sifting through the papers.

"the business stopped being profitable."

"you seem to have forgotten that you were caught with dirty hands, as well." nikolai adds, his gaze firmly trained on the other russian. you hardly noticed it, too focused on the intel laid out before you.

lev huffs out an amused laugh and nods his head affirmatively. "yes, and you were the one that saved me from a life sentence. i have not forgotten the eternal debt i owe you, my friend." he replies, moving to stand behind his desk once more.

"my sincerest apologies if you were expecting more hospitable treatment, friends, but i have much work to do," he says. you and nikolai are quick to stand up as you tuck the folder under your arm. "i look forward to helping each other again in the future."

you give him a polite smile and move to thank him, before you hear a door lock click behind you. in your peripheral vision, you see a small group - four, maybe five - guards reach for their guns.

nikolai speaks before you can. "what is the meaning of this, lev?" his voice lowers to a near-growl as he takes a step towards the desk.

"it’s nothing personal, old friend. this is merely a favor that my other affiliates asked of me."

"i thought you quit working with them," you tear your attention from the guards and watch as he opens a drawer, pulling a handgun from it. he shrugs, toying with the weapon for a moment.

"i did, but now they are offering more money, and i would be lying if i said that i wasn’t a greedy man."

you barely noticed the object comfortably nestled in the palm of nikolai’s hand out of the corner of your eye - a small canister, easily missed. you focus on it and piece together what it is.

a smoke grenade. clever.

"you are a dead man." is the only warning you get before he tosses the grenade down and fills the room with a thick fog. somewhere behind you, the group of guards open fire, missing you entirely as you vault over the table.

amidst the chaos, you hear nikolai’s voice again. "get out" is all you can understand, but the message is clear. you sprint for the exterior door and bust through it, inhaling deeply as fresh air fills your lungs. shouts come from behind you, reminding you of the contingency plan - fucking run.

you break into a sprint down the stairs to your left, skipping every other step as you descend. within seconds, you were at the front of the building again. as the pair of guards stationed at the entrance are distracted with their earpieces, no doubt receiving orders to shoot you on sight, you continue your mad dash past them and towards the street.

a few bullets land near your feet as you keep running, adrenaline kicking your legs into high gear. you were never the fastest on the team - that title securely belonged to gaz - but, you could certainly outrun most hostiles when it mattered.

you knew you were being chased after turning several corners and still hearing the shouts of your attackers. luckily for you, the aforementioned apartment building was within your sights. much like the warehouse, it looked almost abandoned, and you prayed that you were right this time. the last thing you needed right now was civilian casualties.

the smoke in the room obscured his movements as nikolai cleared the place out, starting with the gaggle of men behind him at the door. two knives and three bullets was all it took for them to lay dead in a pile.

the only one that remained was the bastard cowering behind the desk.

he strides across the room as the smoke begins to clear, bringing him face-to-face with his target. the moment doesn’t last long, as he shoves the gun in the man’s hand out of the way and flings it elsewhere. he grabs the back of lev’s head and slams it against the edge of his desk once, twice, thrice, before lifting it up as he choked for air.

"if your men hurt a single hair on her head," nikolai says, voice gravelly and thick with subdued anger as he leans in close. blood dripped from the man’s face onto the wooden surface below. "not even the deepest pit of hell will be a safe place for you."

nikolai grasps the back of his shirt and throws him to the ground. as he walks towards the same door you ran out of, he stops with a hand on the doorframe.

"i almost forgot," he chuckles and watches the man desperately crawl towards his gun. "consider your debt to me paid in full, ублюдок."

he lifts his gun and shoots him twice before turning around and rushing down the stairs. he couldn’t tell how many men had pursued you, and he didn’t care to wait around for you to tell him yourself. as he slows down briefly to reload his gun, a bullet pierces his left bicep and sends him stumbling forward.

a single man had remained, waiting for him outside. nikolai was quick to finish him off before heading for the apartment building.

hopping over the metal fence, you reach a courtyard that was covered in overgrowth and in desperate need of some maintenance. you duck into a shadowy corner and pull a combat knife out from your jacket.

as the first guard entered the courtyard, pointing his gun in every direction as he searched for you, you lunged at him from behind and dug the knife into his throat. like clockwork.

you turned to face the other guards as they arrived and let go of the knife to grab your gun, concealed but well within reach. meanwhile, your free arm was wrapped around the first guard’s shoulders, using him as a shield against the others’ weapons. after dropping three of them, you release the body and dive for cover again.

ten.

you peek out from your hiding spot and drop another guard as he reaches for a stun grenade. two more stand to his left. you shoot one as he looks away to check the grenade, and the other when his gun runs out of ammo.

seven.

two attempt to flank, moving towards your right side. the first one trips over a branch sticking out from the garden bed and doesn’t get back up. the second one avoids the branch, but doesn’t avoid his friend’s body. you take care of him shortly after.

five.

as you stop to reload, internally patting yourself on the back for remembering your silencer, another pair pushes forward. you grab a stun grenade off your belt and toss it forward, immediately dropping the two after it goes off at their feet.

three.

you aim your gun at the last trio, narrowly avoiding a bullet as it whizzes past your head. before you get the chance to fire at any of them, two fall dead, one right after the other. the last remaining guard hesitates in the confusion, and you take the chance to eliminate him, as well.

cautiously, you move from your cover and look in the direction of the other bullets. your jaw drops as you see nikolai holster his gun and jog towards you, blood dripping from a wound below his shoulder.

"shit, nik– let me help–" you rush towards him and grab his uninjured arm, offering yourself as a support while leading him to the building’s closest entry. you manage to open the door with one hand and guide the both of you inside.

"are you okay, милая?" he asks, letting out a pained grunt as you practically drag his stumbling body up the flights of stairs. the blood loss was starting to affect him, you could tell. "did any of them hurt you?"

"i’m fine, my love. you’re the one losing blood." you tighten your hold as you keep ascending. "this apartment better have a first aid kit, or i’ll have to rip this jacket apart just to bandage you up."

truthfully, he stopped listening after "my love."

after some effort, you reach the top floor. you find the key taped to the bottom of a nearby plant - a shitty hiding spot, you tell nikolai - and unlock the door to the apartment. you manage to help him inside and to a couch in the small living area.

"stay here, i’ll go find something to patch you up with." you say before disappearing down the short hallway. miraculously, the first room you check happens to be the bathroom, which has a first aid kit tucked away below the sink. you grab it and rush back to the living room, where nikolai was struggling to take his jacket off.

with a soft-spoken "let me help," you pull his jacket off and lay it across the arm of the couch, getting his shirt off after and putting it aside.

you try to ignore the sight, you really do. however, seeing his upper half entirely bare for the first time was a distraction that you considered impossible to ignore. he was fit, more muscular than most of the "prime" rookies that you’d seen in recent times. broad-shouldered and strong, with a plethora of scars covering different parts of his arms and torso.

you made a mental note to ask about every single one when you had the time.

"something catch your eye, принцесса?" nikolai asks with an amused laugh. he immediately reaches for his injury after with a soft wince. "perhaps you could continue your staring after this is taken care of."

while attempting to ignore the flush in your cheeks, you open the first aid kit and sit on the couch next to him. you try to fix up the wound as best as you can with what little supplies you have.

"i shouldn’t have run," you confess after a moment passes. "i know you wanted me to, but i shouldn’t have. i left you alone back there."

"i was perfectly fine on my own, my worry was for your safety."

"still, you were hurt because i wasn’t there to help." you manage to close the wound and reach for the rolls of gauze and bandages. "we’re a team, defending each other is part of the job. next time something like this happens, i’m not leaving you alone in a room of hostiles."

"i pray nothing like this happens to us again," he chuckles. "we may be part of the same team, but it is my personal job to keep you safe."

you finish wrapping the bandages around his bicep and set the rest aside as you look up at him. "why?"

"do you really not know why?" he turns to you. a fond smile plays on his lips as you register what he means. you clear your throat and glance towards his arm. "is there anything else i can do to help with that?"

nikolai leans against the back cushion and hums to himself as he thinks. you can tell exactly when he gets an idea, as he sends a mischievous look in your direction.

"a kiss would be nice."

you blink at him. "a kiss?" you ask. he nods his head and lifts his uninjured arm up to pat the top of his thigh, an invitation.

"yes, i think a kiss would make me feel much better. don’t you agree?"

heat creeps up your neck as you carefully crawl over and toss your leg over his own, straddling his lap. his hands immediately drag up the outer sides of your thighs and settle on your hips. he pulls you closer until you’re chest-to-chest, and your hands settle on his shoulders, staying mindful of his injury.

your tongue wets your lips in anticipation. nikolai’s eyes closely follow the movement as he lets a soft sigh slip out, his hips shifting under you.

you lean in and press your lips against his, gentle but firm. he reciprocates without any hesitation, his right hand lifting to cup your face. after a few seconds, you feel his tongue slowly drag along the seam of your lips, encouraging you to part them. you oblige and he deepens the kiss with an appreciative hum.

the two of you finally part moments later, breathing deeply. you tilt your head forward to press your forehead against his as your hand moved from his injured shoulder to the back of his neck.

"better?" you murmur against his lips.

you feel him smile. "much better, but i think i may need more."

with a soft laugh, you close the small distance again. nikolai is slow and steady as he shifts on the couch, laying you on your back as he leans over you. he holds himself up on one hand and uses the other to rub gentle circles on your hip with his thumb.

your arms circle around his neck as you try to pull his body impossibly closer, feeling a fresh wave of heat course through your veins as he groans softly against your lips and slowly grinds his hips into yours.

he suddenly shifts and pulls away, cursing under his breath as he sits back on his knees. his hand leaves your hip to grip just under the bandage on his arm.

"are you okay?" you ask, sitting up on your elbows. you worried that the wound reopened, though he nodded to indicate that he was fine.

"i just put too much weight on it," he sighs and stares down at you. "we can continue."

as he leans forward to press his lips to yours again, you stop him with a hand against his bare chest. "i would love nothing more than to continue, but… maybe we should wait until you’re healed up before going any further, yeah?"

you’ve never seen such an intimidating man pout until now.

"but–" nikolai starts to argue before you shush him, pressing your forefinger against his lips. "no 'buts,' love. i just patched you up, you’re not ripping that wound open for sex on an old couch."

he motioned towards the hallway with his head. "there is a bed in the bedroom."

you furrow your brows and shake your head at him. "until you can perform without risking major blood loss, it’s a 'no.'"

with an overdramatic sigh, he shifts and lowers himself, resting on top of you with his head on your chest. you stifle a giggle as your fingers stroke his hair, a touch he leans in to.

"how long do gunshots take to heal?" he asks, voice slightly muffled against your shirt.

"a few weeks to a few months, generally." you hum while gently running your hand against the side of the bandages.

you’re unable to keep yourself from bursting out in laughter as he loudly groans in frustration and curses several times into your chest.

translations:

милая (milaya) - dear/darling

моя сладкая (moya sladkaya) - my sweet

принцесса (printséssa) - princess

ангел (angel) - angel

ублюдок (ublyudok) - bastard

taglist: @sofasoap (my biggest support in this series so far!!)

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anyways, what convenient timing!(i was gonna send this last night but passed out lol)

so i saw this tiktok, right? and i immediately thought “oh luke Needs to see this”

[id: barry sloane/price playing an acoustic bass guitar to fleetwood mac’s “The Chain”]

obviously i instantly got a million ideas.

What if Price taught Roach guitar?

What if Price brought his bass To base after hearing Roach rock out and they have a jam sesh together?

What if Roach teaches Price guitar and he surprises his husband(Nik) with his new skill?

What if the 141 was a task force-turned-band?(i already hc soap’s played violin all his life but he’d also be great on drums, ghost’s rumbling baritone would be backup vocals and i could see him on electric bass, gaz would be leading electric guitar + backup vocals and roach could be rhythm electric(maining acoustic and being lead vocals), price could easily be second vocals and whatever other guitar spot needs to be filled for a song)

What if Roach didn’t have that no-so-private concert for himself and reveals he can play too when Price shows off his own skills?

What if the team + Jackson go to Johnathan’s bar and Roach’s brothers convince him to play a song with them on the lil stage for like local bands and karaoke, “just like ol’ times,” and Roach only agrees after forcing Jackson to join them and it’s “like a family thing” and Jackson Totally Doesn’t choke up a smidge at being “part of the family” even tho he was long welcomed as an honorary Sanderson and him n Roach get to just be impressive to their boyfriends?(doesn’t have price playing but the creative juices be flowing man)

etc etc etc

Ik you probably wanted one of the ideas with Price, but You know I love Johnathan and his bar and the idea of Roach being a mini-celebrity in his town so-

"You want me to what?"

"Come home for just the weekend," Johnathan begged over the phone, "Perform at the bar! We're finally reopening and I need something to draw people in."

"The alcohol for your usual crowd won't?" He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to avoid the looks that the other members of the 141 were sending him. They'd been sending him curious looks during his entire conversation.

"My usual crowd had to relocate to a different bar while we were closed. I need to bring them back somehow."

"And you think," Roach started carefully, "That people will come to watch me perform."

"I don't think, I know." He paused for a moment before, "I can tell you're still thinking. Please bubs? C'mon you can bring your 141 boys and Jackson and I'll give you guys free drinks and food for the night."

Roach paused for a moment, "The whole night?"

"Yes."

"And Suzanne will be there to make her wings and jalapeno poppers?"

"Yes, she'll be in the kitchen all night."

"...fine."

"Yes!"

"Jesus fucking christ, why are there so many people." Roach ducked his head, hiding his face in Ghost's shoulder as the bar continued to slowly fill up.

All of the seats had been taken up ten minutes prior and now everyone who came in was being forced to cram into what standing space their was. Roach could hear Jackson snicker from across the table, "You forget how famous you are here."

"I'm not famous," he protested, "I just used to perform at the church and town events. I don't understand this!"

He could feel Soap running a hand comfortingly up and down his back, "Just think of the positives, Bug. You do this then you can be done for the night."

Jackson snorted, "No he can't."

"I'm going to be fielding people trying to talk to me all night," Roach complained, "Stupid Southern culture."

"Oh, Gary, who are these lovely young men?" Mocked Jackson, "Say, Gary, are you married yet? I have a nephew who is just about your age." Roach was quick to flip his friend off. the last thing he needed was the man making fun of him.

"Hey, kiddo, you ready to perform?" Hands landed on Roach's shoulders and he hesitantly moved away from Ghost to glare up at his brother.

"The whole town is here."

"I know! We really had a great turnout!"

"I hate you."

"That's the spirit," Johnathan hauled him up from his seat and started dragging him toward the stage, "Come on, its past the old folks bed time and they're starting to get cranky."

Roach let himself be dragged up to the small stage at the back of his brothers bar, his entire face going red as cheer erupted the second that he and Johnathan stepped on the stage.

Johnathan stepped up to the mic, motioning for the crowd to quiet down. "Hey everyone, thank y'all for coming out tonight for our reopening." There was a cheer throughout the bar, "Now, I'm not gonna sit up here and run my mouth, I know why y'all came out. So, here is my sweet baby brother," Roach rolled his eyes as he grabbed the acoustic guitar that had been set up for him, "He made time out of his very busy schedule to come play for us, so let's show him some love!"

With that, he stepped away from the mic and off of the stage, allowing Roach to step up to the mic in his place, with cheers ringing around the bar.

He gave an awkward sort of wave to the crowd. "Hi everyone," there was another cheer that met his words. "I guess I'm gonna perform for you guys. Thank you for coming out, I'll try to avoid church songs." His words drew a bit of a chuckle from the crowd and pulled a small smile to his lips. With one last wave to the crowd, he started strumming the beginning notes of one of the songs he'd been practicing.

"Our boyfriend," Soap teased, "Celebrity."

Roach gave another groan, his face burning red. Twenty people so far had stopped by their table to speak to him before they left. A good few people had left after his performance, but there were still a number left in the bar and he knew that his night of being the talking point of the town wasn't over yet.

"I've always wanted to date a celebrity," Ghost joked as well, nudging Roach with his arm.

"I just wanted to eat wings and jalapeno poppers," Roach complained lowly, "I'm never doing this again."

"Oh, c'mon," Gaz gave him a smile, "It's not that bad."

"That's because you're getting free alcohol and food and not having to talk with anyone," Roach accused. "And you've been able to whisper and paw at your boyfriend all night! I can't even try to get handsy under the table."

Gaz's face burned red for a moment, but Jackson only grinned from next to him, no shame on his face. "Not our fault you're so famous."

"We can get handsy later," Soap gave him a pat on his leg and a grin, making Roach's own face burn red and pulling a chuckle from Ghost.

"Gary! I just had to stop to say hello to you before we left," Roach immediately slapped a smile on his face, sending a quick glare to his snickering friends before turning to greet the woman who'd called out to him. It was going to be a very long night.

#thoughts with luke #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty #call of duty fanfic

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