#John soap mactavish x black!oc

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Loyalties

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Fate starts here

There was a sense of unreality as she watched in morbid fascination as her family compound went up in flames. Her mother had foresaw this fuckery happening and warned her father that his shadowy backdoor dealings would throw their pack into the fray. Really, everyone should have been so fucking for real about her father's enemies selling him out and putting their pack at risk. But in the end it didn't matter because her mother was dead, killed in the raid and chalked up as some poor omega caught in the crossfire. If only the authorities knew that Carrie Williams was really Carrie Castello and she was indeed the dominant omega in Antony Castello's pack. The woman behind the man who was wanted for several cruelties and backdoor illegal trade deals. Sure Antony was the public face of the Castello empire, but Carrie kept shit in motion. She dutifully watched the cash flow, kept an eye on how funds were laundered, kept his other more public facing omegas and beta partners in line. Carrie was a beast, and truth be told, when her alpha went into hiding a week before, she set things into motion for all four of the heirs to escape and be legally untouchable. Carrie was the glue that held the Castello pack together.

Well, Carrie was now dead and the only daughter she had was quietly watching international news talk about how this pack, her family, was involved in an international conspiracy and crimes, but was very selective on what that meant.

Bambi, the young woman, was now the only person who could keep the pack going behind the scenes. Antony, her sweet and darling father, was in hiding, effectively leaving his three sons in charge of things, which meant that she was in charge of everything her mother did. Everything including relocating the main pack (which was small really because even though she knew there were other children they were half bastards, her mother was too nice really), pack finances, pack politics, making sure that two out of three brothers keep a polite public image. She would have to figure out how to spin that she and her pack had nothing to do with the Castello crimes and were unaware of the shady underbelly of their father's and his associates' doings should it ever come up. In truth, she was going to have to be the brains going forward or at least until her father could turn up safely. Assuming that he would ever turn up again, this raid had been worse, and some fancy task force was brought in to catch him.

“Aunt Bambi?” Her name was softly spoken by her niece, Sophia. The little girl was a mix between her brother (though she wasn't sure which one as all three shared two omegas) and her best friend. Hazel eyes stared up at her and the little girl crawled into her lap. “Are my daddies gonna meet us in England for vacation?”

Bambi nodded her head and turned off the news coverage, switching the tv to Bluey. “It's not really going on vacation, we as a pack decided to move to England for a while.”

“Is Daddy Xavier gonna meet us there?” She asked, the girl was really close to him and everyone suspected she belonged to him biologically.

“Yeah, he just has to finish up some things for work and he and your momma will be with all of us in England before you know it.” She kissed the little girl on the forehead. “You need to get some more sleep Sophia, we have a long day traveling tomorrow and it's not just me and you this time running off to spend money.”

Sophia giggled and settled into Bambi's warm hold. They all had another long day ahead of themselves, from escaping their compound in South America to getting to the states quietly and then getting everything set up for the last leg of the trip; Bambi was exhausted. She was traveling with children, two six year olds and two four year olds with no help. She planned it that way, logistics demanded that Malik go ahead of them all to get the house ready. He also had to make it seem like he was moving his pack across seas for business reasons. So the European Branch of Temple Ballistics and Weaponry had to be made to look like it was failing and needed the CEO to come and set things right. Aaron would be stuck in America for an extra day, doing damage control before he could slip away, and lastly Xavier would need to smuggle himself into England. The dummy had gotten put on a no fly list, and he needed to find a private jet that could be paid off to keep him off the passenger manifest. Gloria and Symphony, both close friends of hers and omegas, wouldn't be with them until a few days later.

All in all, it really was just Bambi and the kids for the next few days. But their escape from South America, away from the chaos that was the illegal trades, away from the fuckery that was their life, was being executed perfectly.

141

“Well that could have gone better.” Kate was standing at the front of the room at one of the many black sites in South America. Behind her were images of the people who had escaped or were killed. “Antony Castello managed to escape, our intel was out of date but we managed to uncover millions of pounds worth of illegal arms, scientific research, and freed plenty of enslaved people.” She clicked through the slide show that documented the mess that was created. It was like a mini war, the people they went against actually had military grade weapons, they had genuine training and above all the ones they caught were extremely loyal to Antony Castello.

“Christ, ‘onster had a long list of sins didn’ he?” Johnny had leaned back in his chair.

Kate gave him a look and nodded her head, “yes but this debrief is about what the next steps are. The Americans we have been working with on this op have informed our higher ups that they suspect that there was either an informant in the midst who is working closely to this case or they paid for information.”

Price raised an eyebrow and huffed. “Is that why our main target was gone?”

“Possibly.” Kate sighed, “either way, I want to thank 141 for helping to lead this op. You four are going to go on leave-”

Simon grunted his displeasure at that one while Johnny cheered.

“The leave is for a month, I need you guys well rested before I start sending you out again. As for this particular case, the Americans are heading up another investigation into it and we have some people on team to assist. This could very well be a multiple country conspiracy.”

Kyle let out a low whistle, “How could one man even control all of that?”

Kate smirked, “you four are alphas, so of course I'm sure you can understand that an alpha’s drive for dominance can come into play. Then again, we suspect he has others keeping things moving along. Legally, he doesn't have a pack, but the reality is he probably does, but they are well hidden.”

“So the plan is to find his pack and use them to lure him out? That's a bit harsh.” Johnny knitted his brows together. His first thought was the innocent omegas and pups caught in all this. After all, no sane omega, beta, or anyone would really ally themselves willingly with this mess.

“Well Soap, it's a good thing that those ethics are not left up to you.” John said, “We'll be ready Kate should you need us for this particular operation.” John could see how he would be concerned about the poor innocents trapped with these people, but this was a dangerous man on the run.

Kate shut off the projector, and the lights dimmed back on. “You four get out of here and have a good break.”

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Pumpkin picking with 141+Branch

I know fall is over, but I had this in the drafts🎃🎃🎃

They found somewhere to put it

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SWEETHEART HAS A WOMB TATTOO????!!!!

YUUPPPPP

Womb tattoos are my everything. I want one EXTREMELY badly, so Sweetheart has one LOL

I got an example that show yall what I'm talking about!

I'm in love.

Tw: talk about scars (under the cut)

Omfg Soap was so shocked when he saw it. (He was the first one to see it) and he's been in love with it ever since. Like-- it's an obsession LOL

He bugs her about it CONSTANTLY

Soap: You sure I can't see it?

Soap: Maybe I'll finish my task if I could take a peek at ye tattoo, eh?

Soap, panicking: Is your tattoo okay?

Sweetheart: Suds, I got shot.

Soap: Yeah but is the tattoo okay?

Soap, laying on her lap: Y'know if I got a lil' peek at your tattoo, my crops would be watered.

Sweetheart: WOULD YOU S T O P WITH MY TATTOO

Soap, whining: I WANNA SEE IT AGAAIINNNN

Sweetheart: NO ONCE WAS ENOUGH

Soap's outbursts about Sweet's tattoo has been making everyone SO CURIOUS like what tattoo are you talking about

So she sighs and shows them, pulls up her shirt and they see THAT PICTURE

AND THEY SEE THAT PICTUUUREE

Babes, Roach and Horangi pass out. HA

Ghost and Price were so bug eyed omg

Krueger broke his glass- like it SHATTERED in his hand

Rudy and König got nosebleeds and Alex turned so red he looked like he exploded

Gaz and Alejandro are no where to be found (they just left and took a breather) and Soap is fucking TAKING PICTURES

Price: You have a womb tattoo.

Sweetheart: Yup.

Price: A Succubus. Womb tattoo.

Sweetheart, smirking: Honestly surprised y'know about that, Cap.

Price, turning red: I--

Ghost: Is that the only one you have?

Sweetheart: Nah, I have more

Soap: WAIT YOU HAVE MORE

Sweetheart: YES I HAVE MORE-- But you aren't gonna see 'em. All of them cover alot of scars I have. Especially this one.

Her hand goes over the womb tattoo and Soap now notices the long horizontal scar that lays on her brown skin. It's a lighter color, and you can see the small hump of new skin.

They all saw the far away look in her eyes, and made themselves a goal to appreciate her body HEHEH (and try to see the rest but that's a side mission)

And now they're all obsessed with that tattoo- I WOULDN'T BLAME THEM

So when König sleeps on Sweetheart, he would peek under her shirt and just stare at it with heart eyes until he feels a slap on his head and sees Sweets frown at him

And then she would grit out "put my damn shirt back down and go to sleep" like a mom telling you to back that candy LOL and he would whine and be all sad like a PUPPY

And Krueger-- so disrespectful 😒

Krueger would feel her hips and then lift up her shirt and just stare at it while Sweetheart would yell at him. He would chuckle and sigh "You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Meine kleine Göttin, you're perfect inside and out." He lays her down on his bed and his thumbs caress the tattoo. Her breath hitches, "Krueger--" He hums, pulling up his hood to his nose, showing off his pink scarred lips. "My words aren't getting through you." He bends down and kisses the middle of the heart. Sweetheart flinches from the soft feeling, especially from such a low area. Krueger has a job to do, and he's gonna do it right. "So how about I show you instead?"

Uhm- 🧍‍♀️yeah LMAOO

The others just stare and sneak in some touches alot. Like passing by her, especially Ghost omg he would shimmy behind her, rasping out " 'cuse me" and his hands would slide to the middle of her womb and caress it-- and then he would leave 🧍‍♀️BITCH--

Rudy would subconsciously rest his hands there. Like if she's cooking, he would come behind her and ask questions, not knowing that his hands found their way to the tattoo 💀 OMG he would become so damn red when Sweetheart points it out. He doesn't mean to do it, it just HAPPENS (he's so cute tho)

Roach would wait. Like- he would wait until she's comfortable showing it to him. Since he knows she has a soft spot for him, it won't be that long 💅✨️ And she would pat his head while rubbing his face into the tattoo 💀

Horangi and Alex would ask about it more than wanting to see it. (I mean ofc they want to see it-- it's fucking hot) Alex would have sad eyes, listening on how she got the scar and try to cover it, and Horangi would trace the tattoo while Alex would trace the scar. Ugh they make me weak

Gaz would be too flustered to even ASK about it-- if he saw her shirt ride up he would immediately look away and clear his throat (he would have to go to the bathroom LOL)

Price would just stare at it, fantasies going wild 💀

Soap, OBVIOUSLY, would still be obsessed with it. Ugh he would gush about it and ask questions while tickling Sweetheart

Soap, smug: When d'ya get it done, eh? Hm?

Sweetheart, getting tickled: HEHEHEH I-- ACK- I GOT IT DONE AT MY H-HOME TOWN

Soap, grinning and still tickling her: Oohhh, and where are your others? Tell me tell me

Sweetheart: SOAP YOU-- FILTHY BITCH IM NOT- AHHAHAHA IM NOT TELLING YOU

Soap: You will soon, Bonnie!

And she would just show it to Graves. Like legit, he just asked him if he wants to see something and then shows him the tattoo. And she's so MEAN- telling him that no one would believe him that he saw it, and would just walk away while he's still processing what he just saw

OMG AND KEEGAN

He's so-- I love him too GOD he honestly saw it accidentally, he saw all of them accidentally 💀 he walked in on her while she was changing and he wanted to die. They were both freaking out, Keegan apologizing every second and Sweetheart saying it's okay while frantically getting dressed and trying not to fall (his favorite is her sleeves and the womb) no one knows this happened

Keegan, still flustered: We bring this to our Graves.

Sweetheart: Agreed.

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Something Real

Chapter 1 - Wake Up

Summary: Louis didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Sure, he *knew* but didn’t think it would be that bad. Boy, how wrong he was. Everything hurts now…and what’s with these people wanting to take him in? What happened? Pairing: Poly 141 x OC

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, I'm not a military expert so there will be inaccuracies, some panicked flashbacks from Louis, mentions of experiments.

Author's Note: I reeealllllyyy wanted to start writing again. So, Call Of Duty is one of my fascinations right now. I also have been reading Cherry Red, Crimson Blood by Soaps-mohawk which you should check out because their story is freaking amazing! I have gotten inspired to write again because of them and their amazing work!

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When Louis was a boy, he always dreamed of being a soldier, a doctor, hell even an astronaut. Anything so he wouldn't just be an Omega.

"Stop! It burns!!"

He never wanted to be an omega. Never wanted to just be something to bring children into the world and nothing else. It was depressing to be born an omega. You're treated like some kind of birthing machine. Always lusted after by Alphas who don't treat you right. Always looked down at because of the status you're born. Oh how he hated the looks he got as a child, those lingering looks from Alphas. It made his skin crawl.

"He's flat lining! We need a defibrillator shock now!"

Growing up, it got worse. He couldn't do certain things, couldn't go anywhere without someone telling him he couldn't do it or go there. Alphas breathing down his neck, always crowding him...always touching.

"Louis, I know it hurts. But it will be for the good of the country."

Well, he proved them all wrong by joining the military. Something that an Omega should never do. Or in his case, they weren't allowed to. He fought tooth and nail to become a soldier, to claw his way up the ranks. His parents were proud of him. Proud that an Omega and a person of color could do what he did. Oh how he was hated by Alphas because he wouldn't roll over for them. Even in his heat, he wouldn't go to them. But he was also loved by many, even something to look up to. But then, there was a new project that opened up. The Shadow Project. The name of the project was obvious to the man. Make the subject a shadow so enemies can't spot you.

It would make the perfect soldier. The perfect killing machine to help in the wars over seas and on missions. He didn't have to do it. Didn't have to volunteer. But he wanted to. He needed to prove a point. If he could, he would have gone back in time and slapped his past self. What an idiot.

Louis didn't want this anymore. He didn't want to be in pain, the burning sensation of chemicals going through his veins. The feeling of his body breaking down and regenerating. It was mind numbingly painful. He hated it. He hated what his country was turning him into. He saw what the others had turned into. Monsters. Misshapen things that were once human. Their bodies mangled, skin an entirely different color, faces warped into something horrific.

Louis hoped he didn't turn into that, hoped that his body didn't morph into something monstrous. But with the chemicals that were pumped into his body and the pain he felt, he wished he did. He wished he did turn into that monster so he could die and be done with the pain. The was his body tore itself apart and came back together was excruciating. But, as time went on, as the months passed by, maybe even years, he learned to get used to the pain. He learned to push it down, deep down in the back of his head. He learned to be numb.

His lungs were constantly breaking down and regenerating, to the point it was hard for him to breath. They made him a special gas mask that used his own smoke- the way his body broke down looked like smoke- to have him breath properly. It didn't stop the way his lungs kept dying inside of him, but, it at least made it easier to breath. He didn't know a lot about The Shadow Project but he wished he had asked questions because he didn't know that they were going to make him into a literal shadow. A wraith if you want to be more specific. He didn't know how they did it. He didn't know what type of chemicals and cybernetics they put into his body. He should have cared, should have been worried. But, at this point, he just wanted it to end. He wanted it all to end.

He remembered walking down the long hall to one of the testing chambers, eyes dull and staring straight ahead. He had two soldiers on either side of him, Alphas he thinks. He was supposed to test out his shadow step to see if there needed to be improvements done. But the alarms started blaring and he heard the scientists yelling. He saw some running back and forth in the hall ahead of him. There was a large explosion that shook the place, making Louis and the guards stumble in place.

"What the hell is going on?!" He rasped out, voice muffled by the gas mask.

The explosion was muffled and sounded like it was coming from above. Soon, there were more explosions and the head scientist's voice came on "Everyone! Get to the bomb shelters! Get the experiments into the cryo pods! Quickly!"

It was all a blur as Louis was suddenly dragged down the many hall ways of the facility. The alarms were still blaring as Louis got dragged into the main Cryo Chamber room, scientists were quickly putting the 'perfect' subjects into the cryo pod. But he was put into the main one, at the end of the room. Like he would be watching over the others. The head scientist was standing in front of Louis as he was placed in the cryo pod.

"Everything will be okay. You will wake up soon and fight for this country."

Louis didn't fight back, glad this was happening so he wouldn't go through with the experiments. The thick glass door began to slowly close. The explosions became more intense, some rubble was beginning to fall from, the ceilings and yet the alarms kept going on. It seemed they were getting louder and louder. But the door finally closed with a hiss, everything was muffled. Hardly any sound was heard coming through. Only the blaring of the alarm could still be heard.

"The freezing process will start in 3..."

Louis felt his breathing begin to pick up, the wheezing and rasping of his breathing echoed loudly in the pod.

"2."

He saw the edges of the door begin to freeze over, the crystalized ice spiderwebbing across the glass. His body, which was was always so hot, began to cool down. He felt himself become cold. The temperature began to slowly drop.

And as the countdown came to an end, Louis closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He would be able to sleep without pain.

"1."

"The cryo pod will be opening in 3...2...1..."

The pod door hissed loudly, freezing cold carbon dioxide smoke creeped out of the bottom as the door began to slowly open.

"Please stand back."

Louis' eyes slowly fluttered open and he took a raspy breath, breathing in deeply. Louis fell forward and his body naturally turned into a thick cloud of bitch black smoke.

"Holy shit, L.T. You see what I'm seein'?"

His smoke felt hot to the touch and he groaned gently in discomfort as his body quickly formed back on the floor. Louis was on his hands and knees on the floor, panting softly. But with the gas mask he had on, it sounded like he was taking labored breaths.

"We have eyes on the target, Captain." Louis twitched lightly as he was finally becoming aware of his surroundings and heard people talking. He blinked his eyes a few times and with some effort, lifted his head from the floor. His eyes saw four pairs of feet standing in front of him, the glow from the pod making it easier to see. He blinked slowly as he mode his gaze up their bodies, seeing that they were men. One had a mohawk, tan skin with facial hair and beautiful blue eyes. They were wide with concern and awe. Louis looked at the other man and was surprised to see a skull looking back at him. But his brain was still foggy so he eventually realized that it wasn't an actual skull, but a mask.

Louis couldn't see any skin from him, he was fully covered up. From what Louis could see, the man in the skull mask had some kind of black paint around his eyes, making his blue eyes stand out more. Both men were large, but the one in the Ghost mask was massive and if Louis wasn't still out of it, he was be a little intimidated.

"Can you stand?" The one with the mohawk spoke and he had an odd accent. Sounding like Scottish. Louis glanced over at the man before slowly sitting back on his knees. "What...year is it?" He managed to get out, wincing as he cleared his throat, his lungs were dying and regenerating. It felt like he was breathing in shards of glass each second.

The one with the mohawk blinked in surprise "3055." Louis looked at the man in shock.

"W-what?" He rasped out and the one with the mohawk shifted in place, reaching up to rub a hand on his neck.

*That means I was in there for 33 years....!* He thought in shock as he breathed in sharply only to go into a coughing fit and hunched over on the floor. He heard shuffling before one of the guys kneeled down, placing a hand on Louis's back. Louis quickly reached up to take off his mask, still coughing and hacked up a glob of blood and a piece of his lung. He groaned in disgust as he took in deep breaths, feeling the hand slowly rubbing up and down his back.

"Fuck." He breathed out as he leaned back on his knees, letting his head fall back. His eyes were unfocused as he was still trying to come out of his stupor. He took a few more wheezing breaths and placed his mask back on, taking deep breaths of his own smoke. It helped a little with the pain.

"We need to go. Soap, carry him out of here." The skull man's voice was deep yet muffled by his mask and Soap, who was still kneeling beside Louis, nodded his head.

"Let's get you out of here." He muttered as he reached over to help Louis up and the redhead let him. He was tired and basically melted in the man's arms as he was carried out. As they moved down the halls, Louis could see that the once bright and clean facility was dark and dirty. There were cracks in the walls, rubble on the floor and he swore he saw a skeleton's hand underneath the caved in roof.

The two men were quiet as they moved down the halls and Louis couldn't help but relax in Soap's arms. It felt...nice to be carried. It felt nice to finally be awake again. But he knew the feeling wouldn't last long. The feeling of peace that he felt. His body was still waking up and once it was fully awake. He would be in constant pain. But for now, he enjoyed the peace.

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The Fox and The Hound

Summary: A highly trained hacker and mercenary that goes by the name of "Red Fox" appears on taskforce 141's radar when they have to capture her for questioning. However finding her is easy part capturing her is the hard part. What happens when she randomly just give up escaping them?

Warning(s): Implied death(s), drug usage, OC is a black female and badass, blood/gun scenes but only for a small part, mentions of human trafficking, child abuse, SLOW BURN, eventual smut, inaccurate military things,bad action scenes, badly google translated spanish, Opposites attract type thing, etc.

Chapter List:

Chapter 1: Red Fox

Chapter 2: The Meeting

Chapter 3: Capture

Chapter 4: Unsuspecting Surprise

Chapter 5: Warehouse

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Soap, carrying Fever(OC): Lass, you're heavy, you're gonna break my back.

Fever: I bet Ghost did that last night.

Gaz, high fiving Fever: HA !

Soap: There is literally nothing stopping me from dropping you.

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Sharing stuff I drew and posted on one of my twitter accounts onto over here bc why not? 🤷🏾

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Loyalties chapter 3

🔞MDNI🔞

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Kyle was often the more level-headed one in the group if it wasn't Captain. After smelling how the man came back in the pub that night, a bit aroused and very much frustrated, he knew that he was going to have to keep a level head for the sake of everyone's sanity. That night, the three alphas that were a part of that pack with the adorable and flirtatious Bambi had shown up, and he got a sense of danger. Then again, most packs were protective of their unmated omegas, not wanting them to end up with bad or abusive packs. Kyle kept his head on right, and every once and then, he would reel Johnny in. Johnny had all but invited himself to drink and chat with Bambi and her group. At one point, the alpha of that group, a man by the name Malik, had to talk his brother Aaron down from challenging Johnny boy to a drinking contest.

While Malik and Aaron had been good sports about Johnny sending Bambi another cocktail, the one in the balaclava didn't seem too happy. Kyle watched as Simon kept a vigilant eye on the young lad. They took note that he didn't drink, rarely spoke, and when the lass, Gloria, offered him a sip of her drink he didn't entertain it at all. Well he didn't entertain it till the lass drank from the cup, pulled up his mask and kissed him. Didn't take much imagination to figure out who was closer to who.

There was cheering, laughing, general merriment at that booth and Kyle actually wanted to experience that dynamic. Sure he and his pack got along just fine, but the reality is, the circumstances of their pack forming was because of dangerous missions and near death experiences. They all had at one point or another talked about and fantasized about a sweet soft omega or even a beta in their midst. Maybe even the thought of pups, should it ever happen.

The pack that was behind their table was young and carefree, probably never knew a day of struggle since one of them was a CEO. Which meant that Bambi had grown up with high standards and certain expectations. None of which the Pack 141 could properly provide. Eventually the birthday girl demanded that they settle their tab and start their night of drinking. Their alpha, Malik, took the lead to walk the slightly tipsy Symphony and Gloria to the door. Following behind them was obviously their second in command, Aaron, who was happily carrying the girl's purses. Finally Bambi walked past their table.

Her brown eyes, and Simon was right to call them honey brown, swept over the table. Kyle could feel his heart rate pick up. She stopped and stood there at the head of the table and smiled ever so sweetly. She clearly wasn't anywhere near drunk, a hint at how high her tolerance must be.

‘ Maybe she is a party girl.’ Kyle thought to himself.

“Thank you fellas for the shots.” She turned to John and batted her lashes. Kyle could feel his breath get stuck in his chest as she played pretty and nice to their alpha. She was probably a good girl too.

“And I hope to hear from you tomorrow. You have a marvelous night.” She puckered up her lips and blew them a kiss before skipping off to catch up with the rest of her pack.

Kyle couldn't help but notice the spector that was the all black clad one who visibly seethed at the display. None of them were bothered, naturally because of their military background. Still he felt the pinpricks of a challenge hanging in the air. A warning of stay away and don't get too comfortable or expect to stay.

“She's bloody gorgeous innit she!” Johnny slammed his hands flat onto the table as soon as they were all gone. Excitement seeped from his very being. “She gave you her number dinnae she?”

John was finishing up his pint and nodded his head. “She did.”

“And we're gonna ruin ‘er insides!” He shouted.

“No, we aren't.” John pulled out his wallet to cover the tab. Everyone stilled and looked at him. Kyle raised an eyebrow, was the point not to get their knots wet? Was he confused on what John wanted to do?

Johnny whined and dropped his head on the table with a thunk. “Captain…”

“We need to discuss exactly what we are doing.” He was firm in his voice.

“What is there to discuss?” Kyle asked as he rubbed Johnny on the back.

“I would much prefer we court her properly and not just use her for sex. Doesn't seem like the right thing to do.” John flagged down the waitress for the tab.

Simon crossed his arms, “that alpha in the all black is gonna give us trouble Captain.”

John nodded in agreement, “I'm aware, but he isn't the alpha of that group. The young man named Malik is and he seems reasonable.”

By this point Johnny was barely being contained, he was fidgeting in his seat. “Aye ‘er gonna get a ‘mega!”

“I think we should think on it.” Kyle sighed. He promptly ignored the whine his own alpha let out in the back of his mind.

‘We are alphas, young, healthy, virile, and we deserve an omega and pups.’ His damn hindbrain practically growled at him. ‘She’s gorgeous, appealing, healthy, young enough to give you all at least two pups each.’ He violently stamped down that train of thought.

“What is there to think on?” Johnny asked, “Cap ‘ready said we were gonna do it.”

Kyle sighed as he ushered Johnny out of his seat so they could all head out. “Let's think about how long our deployments are for starters and how often we get them. We can't in good conscience do that to her.”

They stepped out into the cool night air. Simon had already lowered his mask to light a cigarette. “There are on base programs that encourage family leave if not pack housing.”

John nodded his head, “I agree.”

Kyle shot Simon a glare, he was not helping the situation. Their alpha was thinking with his dick and Bambi's scent was clouding his judgment. Whatever happened during their talk made John want to claim her and bring her into the fold. “We don't know anything about her or her pack.” He tried from another angle.

“We can get ta know ‘em. Else it wouldn' be courtin' mate!” Johnny laughed.

“We don't know the first thing about courting American girls.” He sighed trying from the other angle. He really wasn't making good arguments because maybe he wanted this just as badly.

“Then we follow her lead on it and adjust as we see fit.” John wrapped his arm around Kyle's waist. “Besides, if I recall correctly, you've expressed wanting to do the Eiffel Tower with a cute omega and Soap, and what kind of alpha would I be if I didn't facilitate that reality?”

He was cornered with that bit of information. The idea of even just knotting her seemed to make him hot with desire. He bet she was a squirmer, hell he bet her heats lasted for at least six days. “I guess we are doing this.”

“Yea, we are!” Johnny laughed. “‘Ere gonnae get us our own Bonnie!”

Xxx

Bambi was sure there was a special place in hell that handed out hangovers and that simultaneously sent wild little pups running through the house. They all didn't get home till almost four in the morning and she was already over it. Most of the night Gloria and Symphony teased her about the strapping pack of alphas. Saying lewd and down right nasty things that four male alphas got into when a beta or an omega was not around. Malik had shrugged and gave his blessings to have fun, but there was the underlying warning of ‘don't let them bite and mark you’.

Aaron said verbatim, “BamBam, they're obviously military, they have a habit of trying to mark omegas in like a week or two of knowing them.”

To which she replied “You, Malik and Xavier knotted and claimed Gloria and Symphony three days after meeting them at a kickback. It was a nightmare really, mom almost killed you.”

Lastly Xavier had just tossed her a box when they got home. It was a small powder pink box with a white ribbon on it. He didn't say much as he handed her the card that went with it. “I know you can do better than those four.” Was all he said before tucking her in her nest for the night and leaving.

She groaned as her bedroom door opened up and Sophia ran in. The little girl climbed into her bed and burrowed into her pillows and blankets. “Morning Aunty Bambi! Can we watch Bluey and have pancakes?”

She kissed the side of her cheek and smiled, “Who's cooking?”

“Nanny Liza is!” She clapped her hands.

So far the sweet beta Liza was a godsend and the best use of a consistent salaried position Bambi made. Hopefully the woman would become so comfortable that she would want to join their pack permanently. Aaron seemed to like her a lot and Symphony and her enjoyed painting and drawing together.

“Hmmm I don't see why not SoSo.”

“Aunty Bambi, what's that?” She leaned over and plucked up the powder pink box with the white ribbon. “Can I open it?”

“No, it's my present.”

“Pleaseeee” She whined.

Bambi sighed and sat up. The card that came with the box was in a matching pink envelope. Her name is written in lovely swing letters, at the end is a little picture of a heart. For a moment her hangover headache faded as she put two and two together. First she opened the box, and in it was a gorgeous little pendant necklace. The chain was rose gold, delicate hardware, and hanging from it were two teardrop moonstones and between them a rose gold fawn with diamonds to simulate the white specks on its back.

Bambi stared at the pendant while Sophia gushed over how pretty it was. She ran her fingers over the delicate jewelry and smiled slightly. Her ex sure did know how to bribe her. For two years, he dutifully sent her a present for her birthday, the anniversary of the day they met and the month he was first allowed to even help her through a heat. He sent a gift for each Christmas and a love letter for each Valentine's day. He stalked her private Instagram and TikTok religiously. Every post hearted and a comment that only contained a single pink heart.

She didn't fold and didn't acknowledge him.

“Sophia, why don't you go wake up your parents and siblings.” She whispered.

“Yes ma'am!” and Sophia popped up and ran out of the room, her laughter and calls for everyone to get up bouncing on the walls.

Slowly, Bambi opened the letter and just stared at the pink paper the words were written on. It smelt of him faintly, like pine trees high in the mountains, metal underneath it slightly, which in her hindbrain told her it was the scent of blood. His blood more than likely, because he had a habit of pricking his finger and smearing a bit of blood on anything he gave her. He once said that was how his own father was able to ward off suitors from his mother, before he made a name for himself and he could have her.

Still the pink paper, what a nice touch, he remembered her favorite color and her love for beautiful stationary. She knew he could never keep a steady hand for neat handwriting, bad nerves he said with little patience, so this letter with its lovely penmanship must have taken him forever. He probably wrote a rough draft, several really, so his thoughts would be clear. He probably wanted to be able to use flattering words and prose, he knew she adored being romanced and spoiled, having her praises sung and celebrated. Then finally, the perfect version that sat in her hands, with steady and neat writing, swing letters, and cute little doodles in the margins (some of which were tally marks of him counting the days. For what she was not sure). At the end of the letter was his name and the few dried splatters of his blood that came from his left ring finger.

Her omega sighed and purred at the gift. Recognizing the faint scent as someone who was so close to claiming her. Maybe if she let him, things would have worked out smoothly. But his aggressive ways and bouts of violence made her not want to submit to him. She expressed that she wanted to stay with her own pack as was always planned, finish school, and work for a while. Really help her father and brothers, maybe even make a name for herself before she was relegated to being the dominant omega of her pack. She at the time wanted to run free and do everything and anything her heart was set on.

He simply didn't agree to it, he wanted pups right away, wanted to whisk her away to God knows where, with God knows who. He wanted a traditional omega that submitted herself wholly, who followed their alpha and allowed him to provide everything. She saw the writing on the wall back then and didn't want that. Her mother had encouraged her, so did her father, they liked him and thought he was doing right by earning her submission. Granted her own mother also said that he reminded her of a young and testosterone filled Antony Castello. Him proving that he could protect her, keep her safe in the dark world she was destined to exist in, should have been enough to earn that damn submission from her. The night she denied him and turned down his proposal, she realized she just wanted rest and freedom.

It made Bambi shiver. The idea of almost giving up the last two years. She had finished school, met sweet friends that she would one day bring into her pack and help expand it. She traveled and worked PR for several celebrities and businesses. But did it all really matter when her damn father went into hiding and her compound got raided and her mother killed? She was now the Pack's dominant omega, she suffered her heats alone, and she was going to carry the burden of looking after everyone alone, whether she wanted to or not.

There was the soft chime of her phone and she looked at it. Her number was added to a group chat.

Unknown number 1: Bambi, you should drink water, it will help the hangover.

Unknown number 2: Christ Cap, ye cannae even say good morning to the Bonnie lass? 😮‍💨

Unknown number 2: Good Morning Bonnie ☺️

Unknown number 3: …

Unknown number 4: I hope your night ended safely Bambi.

Bambi: I'm naming this group chat Bambi's Boot Camp. Seems fitting 😘

Unknown number 2: Aye! Dinnae be cheeky.

Bambi: rule #1 of Bambi's Boot Camp, send me your name and a cute photo to save as your picture. Rule #2 don't go looking for my socials via my number. And rule #3 I like good morning texts and good night texts.

Bambi: Last rule! I better be saved in your phone like this. 💖Bambi💖.

Bambi: pics or it didn't happen fellas. Here's a few photos of me to choose from.

-Bambi sent 6 attachments-

Her phone dinged multiple times as they humored her. Attachments of screen shots and cute adorable photos to save as their I.D picture. All except Simon who may as well not have sent her a photo at all. He was covered with a black surgical mask and his hoodie pulled low on his face to cover his eyes.

Bambi: Simon BSFFR! 🙄

Simon: I did my part.

Johnny: Aye Bonnie, what tha even mean? 🤔

Bambi: it means that Simon is about to be blocked 🚫

Simon: …

Bambi: short for be so fucking for real. What's Bonnie? 🤨

Bambi: also dead ass them dots are not needed!😑

Kyle: it's a term of endearment Hun.

John: Are you uncomfortable with him calling you that?

Bambi: I don't mind. It sounds cute and foreign 🥰

Simon: …

Simon: I want you to have a physical representation of me reading and then ignoring your tantrums.

Bambi: 🚫Simon🚫 don't speak to me for the next hour. 🙄

Simon: …

Johnny: a rite bratt ye are. 😏 Cap likes those.

Bambi: you wanna be blocked too? 🤔

Bambi: not gonna have me stressed on my own phone. 🙄

Kyle: I can relate Hun 😮‍💨

John: Enough Johnny and Simon.

John: Bambi, are you busy this evening?

Bambi: No, why?👀

John: We would like to take you out for a proper date.

Bambi: 😘 Sure John. I like that you're the only one getting right to the point. Send me a dress code and the location.

She laid her phone down and stared at the ceiling. She was going on a date tonight, to have fun and maybe get fucked. But that pink letter and its contents, the swing letters, the drops of blood, the pendant necklace; all of it haunted her.

And those tally marks in the margins…felt like an omen.

[coconut-cactus]

Wanted to draw Simon and decided to draw him with an oc, thinking her call sign will be 'Branch' idk

[hunterbunter3000]

141 Sweetheart, standing over Soap: Beat cha again, Suds! Gonna have to try harder than that to pin me down.

Soap, laying on the mat in pain and out of breath: Aghh--shove it, St.

(Sweetheart giggles as she stretches her arms over her head. Her whiny grunt makes Soap feel things he shouldn't. As she's stretching, her long sleeve compression shirt rides up to her belly button. Soap looks over at her figure, and zeros in on the detailed tattoo she kept secret)

Soap, smirking: Hey... is that a womb tattoo?

141 Sweetheart, covering her tummy and embarrassed: WOAH WHAT?! NO- OMG YOU SAW THAT?? AHAAAA

Soap laughing: IT SO IS! When the hell did ya get that?

141 Sweetheart, sighing and pulling up her shirt to show the tattoo: Ugh, when I was sixteen... illegally...

Soap: WHAT

141 Sweetheart: I WAS A REBEL OKAY

Lil Bonus!

Soap, still smirking like the little shit he is: You got other tattoos ya hidin' from me?

141 Sweetheart, huffing: I do. But it's gonna take alot for me to show theM--

(Soap catches her off guard and sweeps her feet with his leg, causing her to fall on her ass. He straddles her waist with his hands pinning her wrists down. He leans in close to her face with a shit-eating grin and hooded eyes)

Soap: I hope so. I like a challenge, bonnie.

[n0cturna1-m3]

Birthday Bash | Simon "Ghost" Riley x MacTavish!Male Reader | Fluff

Minors/Fem DNI

Request; "Kasey as my favourite person I think it would be so great if you did a Ghost x male reader where the reader is soaps brother and the reader and ghost have been secretly together" @ezranotbridger (you're too sweet 🤭)

Warnings; Uhh meeting family for the first time? unnamed family members. NON SEXUAL embarrassment, simon is FINE GUYS at the end of the day readers family LOVES HIM HE DOESNT HAVE A PANIC ATTACK I SWEAR

Synopsis; Happy Birthday! What a great surprise. Simon gets to meet his boyfriend's family. Nothing could possibly go wrong!

A/N; not dead, still writing, just without AC and i'm a lizard and need it to be freezing to function. also i graduated. also gost wasnt necessarily a secret, but close enough. ALSO THE HORROR OF FORGETTING TO CHANGE IT TO Y/N FROM MY OCS NAME AND ALMOST POSTING IT OMG I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK

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Ghost parked his car outside of a relatively small house and sighed, anxiously glancing at the front door and then at the small gift bag sitting on the passenger seat. He was nervous. This would be his first time meeting his boyfriend's family. While they had been dating for nearly a year, Ghost hadn't had much time available to introduce himself. But it was Y/N’s birthday, and he wouldn’t miss it. He refused to.

He was wearing a black t-shirt, no mask, and curly blonde hair tousled from trying to make himself appear more put together before eventually giving up. He was Simon today. Still, he was determined, albeit anxious, to leave his car and knock on the front door. Simon took a shaky breath before grabbing the gift and sliding out of the car, locking it behind him and pocketing the key.

Simon walked up to the front door and hesitated before rapping the heavy wooden door. He could hear the people inside chatting loudly and the loud footsteps of someone rushing to grab the door. It swung open revealing a young woman with brown hair and blue eyes. She stared at him a moment, looking him up and down before she turned back to the house, hanging herself out the doorway.

“Y/N! Did ya invite some wide fella?” she hollered.

Wide? Simon thought. I’m not wide.

Moments later Y/N shoved the woman out of the doorway and beamed at Simon, throwing himself at him and ignoring the girls cursing.

“I’m so happy you made it!” he said, kissing Simon’s cheek. Simon smiled softly.

“Wouldn’t miss it, love.”

“Come in! I wanna introduce you.”

Y/N led Simon into the living room and open kitchen/dining area where his immediate family and close friends were gathered. There were too many of them.

An older man and woman sat at the dining table, Simon assumed they were Y/N’s parents. Two women around Y/N’s age sat with the couple. On the couch were three of Y/N’s friends, two of which he had met previously. Across from them was a young teenager, likely a nephew, and another man around Y/N’s age.

Y/N began pointing out his family members and friends, naming them each while they smiled and gave small waves that Simon nervously nodded along with. The youngest was indeed his nephew, his eldest sister's child. He was the only child allowed to show because he had insisted on meeting his favourite uncle's boyfriend, stating he had to “make sure he wasn’t a total mink.”

“I’m not sure where the other one is,” Y/N said, rubbing the back of his neck. He sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him.

“The other one?” Simon asked as he sat down.

“Aye, my baby brother.”

“The loo,” Y/N’s youngest sister said.

“Don’t be laughin’ at me!”

Simon froze at the voice behind him. He covered his face and rested his elbows on his knees and exhaled deeply. Y/N placed a hand on Simon’s back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. Simon cracked his fingers open and turned to look at Y/N.

“No way!” the man said, a laugh at the back of his throat.

“Bloody hell…” Simon muttered, shaking his head.

“What’d you do to him, John?” their mother asked, a slightly worried look on her face.

“Nothing! I did nothing!” John insisted as he walked around the couch and stood in front of Simon. “The hell are you doing here, Ghost?”

Y/N's jaw dropped and he turned to stare at Simon.

“You’re lying!” Y/N said, going back to looking at his brother.

“I amn’t!” John shot back.

Simon finally sat up and let his hands fall into his lap. His face was red.

“You’re dating my brother!?” Y/N’s nephew began giggling behind his phone. The man beside him hit his shoulder only causing him to laugh more, leading to him laughing as well.

Simon rubbed his eyes as if he had a migraine.

“You’re dating-” John’s face suddenly fell from his teasing grin and he covered his mouth. Simon stared at his shoes. Y/N stared at his brother.

“What’s wrong wit you now?” he asked. The suppressed giggles were starting to spread through the living room.

“This whole time you been talkin’ about my brother…”

Y/N’s jaw dropped and he slowly turned his head to Simon, who had turned away from Y/N and was covering his mouth. The nephew was now openly cackling. He sounded like a crow.

“I’m gonna be sick,” John stated before walking into the kitchen.

“What have you been talkin’ about Simon,” Y/N said. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down Simon’s spine. Y/N’s entire family was giggling or hiding their laughter behind their hands. Y/N stood and grabbed Simon’s shoulder. “Come on, love.”

Simon stood and obediently followed Y/N as he led him to the other side of the house. The family quieted and attempted to listen in but only heard whispers until Y/N yelled “You told him THAT?!”

They immediately burst into laughter, clinging to the couch or each other so as to not double over. John muttered something along the lines of “It’s not funny” under his breath, but it went unnoticed.

The couple returned to the room and the crowd quieted. Simon was beet red. Y/N sat him down and then walked to where John was leaning against the sink.

“The next time I hear of you asking questions like that to anyone I will personally deliver your arse whooping,” Y/N stated before he turned and walked to his mother. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear that turned her ears red. She whispered something back to Y/N who nodded and kissed her cheek before he walked back to sit next to Simon, placing a hand on his thigh and smiling as his mother turned to John.

“John MacTavish, we will be talking later.”

John nodded shamefully and turned around, walking to the dining table and taking a seat.

“Now, who wants cake?” she asked, clasping her hands together and standing. Immediately ‘yes' filled the room.

“Simon!” Y/N’s father said. The blonde turned to him, face still pink. “We’d love to have you over again sometime soon.”

Simon nodded.

“I’m not mad wit you, by the way,” Y/N said. He placed his hand in Simon’s and intertwined their fingers.

“I know,” Simon responded. Y/N smiled and kissed his cheek before he jumped into one of the conversations happening around him.

[spacebobastories]

New series: Something Real

So, I had been reading a lot of COD related fanfics and just reader insert stuff and I've been itching to get back into writing once again. Like actually start a series and stick to it. I have a bad habit of not sticking to a main story and I want to get out of that habit. I decided to start a new series called Something Real. It is going to be set in the omegaverse and in the COD universe. Now, It's been a hell of a long time since I've played any Call Of Duty games, but I am up to date with them because of all the fanfics and just random things I read lol. But this isn't going to be a reader insert cause I suck at writing those. Instead, It's going to be with my OC Louis. This Louis will be different from my Original one since I absolutely love his design.

I won't be giving away too many details about this new series, but I def want it to be a slow burn, full of angst, smut, romance and like just a whole bunch of things.

I will explain a few things though!

Will this story have NSFW elements? Will it be dark? -Yes. There will be chapters where it can get very steamy and other times it will become very dark. I will put warnings in the beginning of every chapter so no one will be surprised! What is the time period? - This is set in the future. Like flying cars and stuff? Yeah, sort of. So, it is set in 3055 where technology has advanced greatly. So flying cars, robots, phones that look like glass, robotic implants that let you basically change anything and everything about you. Think of it like Cyberpunk 2077! How is this an Omegaverse world? - Well, we have Alphas, Omegas and Betas. Male and females can give birth if they are an omega. If they are Betas or Alphas, there is a set gender. Omegas in this world are extremely rare as there have been multiple wars over omegas and a lot of them have died. So, if there is an Omega, they are very well protected and sought after. Although some people aren't very kind to Omegas and want them for their selfish needs :(

Is this a Poly relationship? - Yes, the 141 will have a poly relationship with Louis. Although it will be slow at first as Louis isn't very trusting. (You all will see why in the series!)

And that's about all I can really share as I don't want to give it all away hehe. But I will be dropping chapters every Sunday. Hopefully anyway since life is a little hectic right now. But I am extremely excited to get this series up and going!

[la-petite-lapin]

Double the Love | Part Nine

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.5k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, swearing, mentions of nudity, mentions of sexually explicit content, OC has anxiety, communication, polyamory, M/M/F

A conversation and a confession

Simon doesn't say anything for a while. I sit next to him silently, waiting for the words I know are coming. Knowing that they're going to hurt.

I've accepted it. They're probably going to want to move out after this. God - how am I going to explain this to John...

"We thought you needed space today," Simon starts softly, his gentle tone soothing a part of me that I didn't know needed soothing. "We... I've messed up today. I should have shown you more affection. I shouldn't have let you doubt this."

I blink up at him, dazed and bewildered. He's going to have to spell this one out for me.

Like he's reading my mind, he explains, "We really like you, Tali. We didn't want to scare you away after how intense last night was." There's another beat of silence as he glances at Johnny, still fast asleep, and adds, "I think this a conversation that all of us need to be present for."

They like me.

The realisation sets in like a freight train. They really like me.

A giddy feeling somewhere between excitement and confusion creeps in, all but erasing the sadness I felt just moments ago. Simon looks at me, head cocked to one side like he can sense the heavy mix of emotions swirling around inside of me. There's a glimmer in his hazel eyes as he carefully watches my expression.

"Can we... can we wake him up now, please?" I know that it's selfish, but I need to know that this is resolved. I need to know that they both feel the same so that we can move on. So that I can think and plan and mentally prepare myself for what people are going to say.

Oh God.

What are John and Gaz going to think? The people I work with? I'd like to think that I don't really care about the opinions of others, but I do. Deep down, I do. Strangers can be judgemental and mean - especially where poly relationships are concerned. Shit, what about PDA? That's going to draw unwanted attention and...

"Hey, love." Simon gently squeezes my hand with his, scarred fingers surprisingly gentle against my much smaller ones. "Where did ya go?"

I swallow, suddenly aware of how dry my throat is, and how my knees are shaking. "I was just thinking."

"About?"

"About this. Us." When he squeezes my hand again, I carry on, shifting closer to him on the sofa until I'm tucked seamlessly against his side. "People are going to judge us."

There's a pause before Simon does something that surprises me. He barks out a laugh. A loud, gruff laugh that startles me for a second, almost making me jump.

I look up at him like he's gone mad, and he looks back at me, eyes twinkling with humour as he smirks. "You really think that's going to be what they focus on, princess? I walk around in public, 6'7, dressed in all black with a bloody mask on. Johnny's hardly a wallflower either. You really think people will be rushing to judge the sweet, beautiful woman walking around beside us?"

Well, when he put it that way, I suppose they wouldn't.

"I mean, there's always going to be a chance that some people will, but fuck 'em. I've caught enough stares to last me more than a lifetime. 's like water off a duck's back." Some of the amusement leaves his tone, eyes solemn again for a moment as he adds, "But seriously, love, if they don't know us, then why should we bother what they think? It's something Johnny said to me when we first started going out. I used to get so fucking stressed out about people looking at us and whispering shit. Just wanted to rip their heads clean off their shoulders. But it's not our problem - it's theirs."

I nod slowly. It seems to simple when he says it like that. I know it won't be, but it gives me hope. Hope that - one day - I'll be as nonchalant about it as Simon is.

There's a grumbling sound from the other end of the sofa. One that draws both of our attention. "Wha's all this about problems and heads?"

Si and I look across at the same time, meeting a pair of heavy-lidded, confused bright blue eyes.

"...and so Tali thought we weren't interested, and that we were ignoring her," Si says, rounding off his summary-version of our conversation to a now wide-awake Johnny.

"Right," the Scotsman says, cradling a mug of black coffee like it's his firstborn. "Well, respectfully, tha's a bunch of shite." He turns to me with wide eyes, and I try not to look sheepish. "Ye know that now, right?"

I offer him a small smile. "Right," I repeat.

The three of us are still in the living room - myself tucked back into my armchair, and the two of them sitting on the sofa facing me. There are some important matters that need to be discussed, questions that need to be asked, and ground rules that need to be laid. Things that won't get done if I'm sitting next to either of them. It'd be all too easy to get lost in their eyes, snuggle up to their ridiculously toasty body heat and drag them back into their room for round three.

I need to stay focused for this.

"So, what does this make us?" I ask, hoping that I don't sound as nervous as I feel. I'm surprised that I'm not physically shaking.

Johnny shrugs, glancing from Si back to me again before saying, "Our girlfriend. Partner. Take yer pick," just as Simon says, "Whatever you want us to be."

"I think I'd like to be your girlfriend, if that's okay." When they voice their more than enthusiastic approval, I turn to my next question, a nervous smile forming on my lips. "What will you tell John and Kyle?"

Simon frowns at my obvious hesitance, the movement tugging at the scars around his mouth. "Captain Price we can leave to you, if you're more comfortable that way. And Gaz... we can tell him we're together whenever you want. He's pretty open-minded."

I swallow thickly. "They're both coming over at the weekend."

There's a beat of silence before Johnny starts laughing. "Making plans with our friends without us already, lassie? We've only been together for half-an-hour."

My cheeks heat up and I fight the urge to get embarrassed. "John made then plans, not me."

Simon grins. "I think it's cute. It's good that you get along with Gaz; he's a nice lad."

We're getting side-tracked!

I clear my throat, all business once again. "There's something else that I need to tell you."

They both look at me, expressions holding varying degrees of concern and blind acceptance. They're looking at me like I hung the moon.

I know that it probably won't change the way that things are between the three of us, but I'm still nervous. Because - technically - I've been lying to them since we met.

They still don't know that I'm Alex's sister.

"Did Price ever tell you how he and I met?"

The question hangs in the air between us. I watch as it dawns on them: he never did. Regardless the pair stay silent, giving me the space to take a deep breath and continue on.

"We met over a year ago, when he came to inform me that my brother had died."

Simon's face turns a sickly greyish-white hue. "You- you never told me that he was military."

On the other side of the sofa, Johnny's expression darkens. "I didn't even know that ye had a brother." He pauses, eyes locking onto mine as he says, "But... if the Captain came to tell ye, tha' means... he was somethin' to do with our lot."

Si's head starts shaking before I can even get the next part of my confession out, like he knows exactly where this is all about to go. "My name - my full name - is Talia Keller. And my... my brother's name was Alex. Operations Officer Alex Keller."

Johnny lets out something between a groan and a choking noise. My heart is beating in my throat, palms clammy and chest too tight. Simon isn't even looking at me anymore; he's looking at the floor, the walls, the ceiling... anywhere but me.

"I... how? Alex never told us he had a sister." Simon sounds borderline frantic. I try not to let that statement hurt me; try to remind myself that it has no bearing on the love that my brother felt for me. Catching the look on my face, Simon adds a broken, "I didn't mean it like that."

If I didn't know any better, I'd say he wanted me to walk over to him and tell him that it's all a lie. One big, sick joke. That I actually met John through a friend of a friend, or some other totally normal circumstance. Not via a death notification.

"Calm down, Si," Johnny says suddenly, his soft, placating tone cutting through the room. "Calm down and let our lass talk." Blue eyes lock onto mine, offering me endless reassurance. "Carry on, love."

I clear my throat, hands clenching and unclenching into fists at my sides as I will myself not to cry. "Our parents died when we were young, and Alex joined the army when I was still just a kid. He was all I had left after our grandmother passed. And - when he died - John came to the flat to tell me he was gone." I remember the crushing weight of the loneliness I felt in those days that followed, and it brings a weak, bitter smile to my lips. "But he didn't just tell me and go. He left his number and he made an effort to be there when I needed him. He pulled me into his life; kept reaching out even when I was too stubborn to see that I really needed him around."

Johnny frowns, and I can see the unshed tears shining in his eyes. "But... why didn't ye tell us, love?"

I shake my head, my own tears falling freely. "I don't know," I say, honestly meaning it. "I just... I don't know. Maybe I thought it would be easier? So that you wouldn't pity me for it?"

Before Johnny can reply, Simon is standing up - crossing the living room with long, precise strides. He scoops me up from the armchair, cradling me in his big, muscular arms. I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct, burrowing my face into the crook of his neck to hide myself away from the world, letting the tears pour out.

"We don't pity you, princess," Simon says, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. I can hear the sofa creaking softly as Johnny stands up. Can feel his fingers brushing through my hair. "Just wish you'd told us sooner, that's all."

I peel myself away from Simon long enough to manage two words before I'm burying my face back into his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, lovie," Johnny coos. "There's nothin' to be sorry about."

Once we've all calmed down, Simon announces that it's time we all head off to bed. It's gone 11 and not only do I have work tomorrow but they have to nip across to the base for a meeting, so he has a point.

As Johnny and Simon rattle around the apartment, double-checking that they locked the front door when they came in earlier, and making sure all the windows are shut, I start to head off to my room. The room I sleep in alone.

"Um, where do ya think ye're going, lassie?" a voice calls out from the top of the hallway. I turn around to see Johnny standing there, his broad frame practically filling the space as he folds his arms across his massive chest.

I let out a quiet squeak. "Bed?"

Simon appears behind him, resting his chin on top of his boyfriend's - our boyfriend's - head. "Nice try. Get your arse into bed. I'm not in the mood to chase you tonight." With an adorable flash of vulnerability softening his battle-hardened features, he adds, "I want to cuddle."

Melting inside, I backtrack down the hallway and push their door open, hopping into what used to be my bed.

After a few minutes, I doze off, and when I open my eyes again, I'm bracketed on both sides by the warm, muscular bodies of my boyfriends. I try not to giggle like a teenage girl internally, but it does a lot to shake off the remaining sadness lingering from our conversation about Alex.

I roll over, accidentally slamming face-first into Simon's bare chest. Instead of whining about it, he grumbles, "Are you going to sleep like that?"

I blink, pulling away to glance down at myself. After I flopped down onto the mattress, I hadn't thought to take off my clothes. Or find myself anything suitable to sleep in.

"No?"

Simon chuckles indulgently, joined swiftly by Johnny - his rock-hard chest vibrating against my back.

"Jesus, lassie, just sleep naked like us. 's easier," the Scotsman says, drawing my attention to the fact that they are both indeed naked. "Saves us havin' to move wardrobes around."

I ignore him, kicking off my jeans before pulling my shirt off over my head. I lay still for a moment before something occurs to me - another question I forgot to ask earlier. A glaringly obvious one.

"What happens after Johnny's stitches have healed?"

Silence fills the room. It makes me wonder if it's something they've been wondering too.

Johnny speaks first. "Tha' depends, lassie. We'd have to ask Captain Price. An' it depends on ye, and want ye wanna do. But we'll both have to return to active duty."

Before I can ask what that looks like for them, Simon clarifies, "That means we'll be out on assignments more often." I don't think I'm imagining the heavy note of sadness that weighs heavy in his voice as he adds, "Sometimes we'll both be gone for weeks at a time, with no way of getting in touch with you."

As much as I hate it, I've already made my peace with that part. The bit that I don't get is the living situation. When they are here, I'd like to stay with them. I can live in the flat while they're away, but what about when they aren't? It's not fair on Winnie to have all four of us staying here, encroaching on her space. This apartment is just as much her home as it is mine.

"Do you two have a place together?" I ask, more out of curiosity than anything. I highly doubt it, since they ended up here with me in the first place.

Simon shakes his head. "We never saw a need for one. When we're in the country, we stay in the barracks with the other soldiers." A frown forms on his lips and I pull back a little further so I can comfortably cup his jaw. I smooth my thumb along the length of his cheekbone. "But I don't think that's a place that I'm happy with you being in."

I open my mouth to protest but Johnny's hand appears from behind me, swatting the air between us. "Can we talk about this in the mornin'? Some of us would like to sleep."

With a soft giggle, I roll over again and press a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose, then his forehead, and the cheek not pressed against the pillow. I settle my head into the gap underneath his chin, feeling the comfortable weight of Simon's arm come to drape over my waist and onto Johnny's. I can hear the sound of them kissing goodnight over my head, and it warms my heart even more than I thought I would.

Sandwiched between the two of them, I doze off again.

a/n: hi guys! I felt bad leaving you on a cliffhanger with that last one, so here's part 9 :) thank you so much to everyone for the kind words and support, both on posts and through messages, it does mean a lot 🧡 - lapetitelapin x

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(At Gaz’s birthday party)

Anais(OC) : John, you want a piece of cake ?

Price: Yes

Anais, handing him a center piece:

Price: I don’t want that piece.

Anais: What’s wrong with it ?

Price: I want a corner piece.

Anais: You’re kidding.

Price: I’m not. Please cut me a corner piece.

Anais: Because you want one of the blue flowers that came on Gaz’s cake ?

Price: Yes. Please hand me that last corner piece before someone takes it-

Soap, taking the last corner piece: Oh sweet, corner piece !

Price:….Thanks…. I hate this party…