#Mykie Jamison

[psychotic4ghost]

Some more Incorrect COD Quotes using my friend's quotes!

This one is very Soap filled today

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Warnings: Language

Soap: I know a lot about fucking goats!...wait

*playing video games in the rec room*

Ghost: Hang on, I'm currently one v oneing this pussy.

Soap: I am the pussy :(

Gaz: You are the gay frogs that Alex Jones warned us about. (referring to Mykie)

Soap: So, if rocks taste so good, does that mean sandpaper is just fruit by the foot?

Soap: Them jorts be calling to me

Soap: My dad came in and complimented me on my dick earlier

Soap: I bet you got a fat fucking...ass underneath that uh, shell

Mykie: I have achieved the four elements. Horny, depressed, violent, and....GAY!

[psychotic4ghost]

Some of my friends quotes as Incorrect COD quotes

~Anything Mykie is tagged for saying is stuff I said irl~

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Warning: VERY Dark humor

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Mykie: It's 9:11

Ghost: Make a wish!

Price: That's not how that works!!!

Soap: “MYKIE I NEED UR HELP ITS URGENT”

Mykie: “What? I hope I can help over the phone. Cause I literally just sat down to shat”

Price: so that was my Christmas present

Mykie: it's gonna become the murder weapon :)

Ghost: I live in your head rent free.

Mykie: I mean if you're fine with having autism as a roommate, go ahead.

Mykie: What are you doing?

Ghost: Not much *hiding in the enemy teams bushes*

Alejandro: I've heard that term but I don't know what it means

Rudy: *explains for a full minute*

Alejandro: oh ok...that's gay

Soap: Hi Price, I forgot you where here

Price: This is ma house?!

Soap: So my fat fucking nuts have come under fire by the enemy once again.

Gaz: I don't think a bear needs a motive for murder. *referring to Ghost as the bear*

Mykie: Don't be sad. Be Glad.

Soap: Trash bags

*Mykie with a pistol, shoot a dude once and just looks at him.*

Ghost: You just put one in his stomach and looked at him like 'what you gonna do about it.'

*Talking about getting our ducks in line*

Soap: I have geese.

Price: Whatever the fuck they are, they need to be in line!

Soap: My brain is like a hamster on a wheel.

Ghost: But the hamster is dead and it's spinning on momentum.

Ghost: I guarantee you can't get to my house and kill me before I jump out of my window and do a 360 torpedo jackknife into my concrete.

Soap: My stomach hurts so bad, I don't know what this fart is going to do to my seat

Mykie: Well he's going to appear somewhere. *Soap screaming* there he is.

Ghost: My thirst will be sated by the blood of the innocent.

Mykie: I think I just heard a Chihuahua in our apartment…Nvm it’s just Soap.

Sorry some of these are pretty dark in the humor department. But I thought it would be fun to turn mine and my friends quote into incorrect COD quotes!

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I'll make more of these if they get enough traction and once I gather more quotes from my friends

[psychotic4ghost]

:Siren & The 141:

A/n: I don't really have an a/n for this chapter. But I was pretty proud of this chapter even though I rewrote it about 15 times 🙃also don't judge my Spanish too hard, I had a Spanish speaker proof read and they said it was good so I hope it really is lol WC: 2100 Masterlist prev pt next pt

🚨 Warnings 🚨 Light torture, getting shot, blood, language, name calling, suggestive spice

Chapter 3 - Stealth is A Go

48 hours after their first meeting, Price called them back.

"We have formulated a mission plan. Mykie will execute the infiltration by accessing the target structure through the designated drainage pipe. Ghost will assume the role of a sharpshooter and remain on standby for sniper support. Soap and Gaz, your positions will be in close proximity, ready to provide immediate backup. Mykie, you will be equipped with a heart monitor for monitoring vital signs. While inside the pipe, communication will be maintained via coms. However, once you breach the building, we anticipate radio silence unless it becomes absolutely necessary. In the event of any irregularities detected by your heart monitor, we will initiate radio contact as the first course of action. If there is no response, we will proceed with immediate extraction," Price conveyed the plan, ensuring clarity and emphasis on communication protocols and operational contingencies. Everyone nodded their heads, no one seemed to have any questions. 

The mission was to start in a few hours, they needed the night to execute the plan. Once night fell, they rolled out to the location where the rest of the team would be stationed. Ghost was at work making sure all of Mykie’s gear was on her correctly. 

“You sure about this?” Ghost asked as he tightened one of the straps to Mykie’s vest. 

“A little too late to back out now, doncha think?” Mykie chuckled. 

“It’s only too late once you're inside the building.” Ghost joked. 

“I’ll be fine. I promise. You aren’t worried about me are you, L.T.?” Mykie teased. 

“Only as a teammate, Mykie. Don’t get any ideas.” Ghost grunted sternly as he pulled the last strap tight. “All good here!” Ghost shouted back to the team, it was raining out, creating good cover for the team. 

“Alright everyone knows their task, hop to it!” Price shouted over the rain. 

Soap and Gaz escorted Mykie to the pipes, covering her six.  “All you from here on. Think you’ll fit?” Soap asked, clasping his hand to Mykie’s shoulder reassuringly. 

“I’ve got it Soap. I know you guys have my back.” Mykie said as she smiled at Soap and Gaz. “Let’s get that fucking intel!” 

Mykie lowered herself into the pipe. It was a little tighter than they planned for but she still fit. The pipe was also bone dry, they thought with all this rain, it would be slick with water, making it easier for her to slip through. 

“Siren, how copy?” Price’s voice rang over the earpiece in Mykie’s ear. The 141 gave her the call sign of ‘Siren’. 

“Pipe is bone dry, it might take me a little longer. Over.” 

“Understood, proceed with caution. Over.” 

Mykie continued her wiggle through the drain pipe. It wasn’t too long until she could see the light from a grate up ahead. 

“Bravo six, this is Siren, I see the grate. About to make entry. Over” 

“Understood, Siren. Proceed. Over.” 

Tensions were high. This info was exactly what they needed to find Torres’, the current threat, current hideout. Mykie inserted a small door camera up through the grate, it led to a bathroom. No one was in sight. She pushed the metal grate up and over as slowly and quietly as possible. After exiting the pipe, she replaced the metal grate with the same caution. 

“Going dark. Over.” Mykie whispered into her mic one last time as she made her way out of the bathroom. The building was a nice office building. It had three floors and the intel was on the third. Mykie began to scale the floors one by one as slowly as she could. She came to a corner where two men had stationed themselves. But they were coming closer, quickly. Mykie scanned the hall she was in and found a door slightly ajar, as quietly and quickly as she could, she slipped into the room. The lights were off and she heard no movement. Mykie waited patiently. She slowed her breathing the way a sniper would so they wouldn’t hear her. 

The two men walked past the door she was behind, speaking Spanish loudly. Unfortunately, Mykie only knew some Spanish, mainly swear words from Alejandro and Rolodlfo. As soon as the coast was clear, she pushed out of the room and continued her climb. 

“Bravo Six to Siren, you’re gaining on the door. Vitals are looking good, keep moving. Over.” 

Mykie nodded her head despite their lack of visuals of her actual being. The door in question was a brass door, it looked heavy and Mykie prayed they oiled the hinges. Mykie placed her door cam under the door, it was dark but no one was inside. She slowly approached the door and pushed it open, to her luck, it made little to no noise. 

Inside the room was a thick wooden desk with a laptop resting on it. Papers were thrown around the table. A gun and its magazine were laid out in front of her as well. Mykie pulled a small thumb drive from her pocket and stuck it into the computer. 

“You’re in Siren. We’ll do the work from here. Over.” Price informed over the earpiece. All she had to do was lay low until they had the info. 

“Did you remove the hard drive?” Price asked over the com. 

“No,” Mykie whispered as quietly as she could.  

“It shows disconnected, Siren, what’s going on?” 

“So. You shits are in here.” The lights in the room flicked on, and guns being cocked could be heard. Mykie slowly raised herself up off the ground behind the desk. Her face was covered and she wore all black. But the man stared directly into her eyes. 

“Grab him. He’s coming with us.” The leader of the three called. The two men with the guns rushed to Mykie’s side and tied her wrists, they pulled her out of the room and down a hall. 

“Her heart rate escalated. Ghost, what can we see?” Price asked over the coms. 

“Ghost to Bravo six, three men, two have Siren bound. They are taking her down a hall, heading north. I lost sight, sir.” Ghost swore to himself. The mission was a bust. This was now an extraction mission. 

“Soap, Gaz, this is now an extraction mission. Alejandro’s team is here for backup. Do this clean, we don’t need to send in any more men than necessary. Over.” Price informed. 

Soap and Gaz gave each other a nod before entering the building from a side door. They scaled the floors, trying to remain unseen as much as possible but not worrying too much. It wasn’t about stealth, it was about getting Mykie back. 

“Ay pendejo, que haces aquí? Why are you here?” The leader of the three asked as the two men threw Mykie into a wooden chair in a smaller, brick room. 

“Wouldn’t you like to fucking know pedazo de mierda?” Mykie spat at them. 

“Ah the intruder is a little bird, and she knows Spanish.” The main man mocked. “Diles a esos pendejos que se veten la verga y si no van a ver.” The lead swung the back of his hand high and down, making full contact with Mykie’s cheek. 

“Vete a la mierda.” 

“Keep up with this attitude and we’ll send you back to them in a box.” He threatened, taking another swing at Mykie’s jaw. She could taste the iron of her blood as it spilled from her mouth and nose. 

“They are on their fucking way, tell them yourself!” Mykie hissed gunfire could be heard from the hallway outside the door. 

Soap and Gaz were closing in. 

“Fuego, dispara en el hombro. Estamos enviando un mensaje.” The leader said to his guards, Mykie only understood some of it. One of the men took out a handgun and shouldered his rifle, he took aim at Mykie’s shoulder. One gunshot sounded off. Mykie bit down hard, trying to not scream. Her eyes shut tightly and she threw her head back in pain. 

Everyone heard the one shot through Mykie’s earpiece. They knew it wasn’t their guns and fear set in. Ghost’s eyes widened.

“Chinga tu madre,” Mykie swore through the pain. 

“Don't you dare bring my madre into this you little pendejo!” The man gripped Mykie in the shoulder she was shot in tightly. Pulling a muffled groan from Mykie. 

Mykie’s mic was still audible. A sigh came from the team when they heard her speak, however, the whole team was hearing her writhe in pain. “Yo, dickheads!” Soap yelled as he kicked open the door, the two armed men tried to shoot but Gaz came up from behind Soap and dropped them both in quick succession. “On your knees, now!” Soap ordered Mykie’s capture. 

“Siren, you okay?” Gaz asked as he rushed to her side to untie her. 

“I’ve definitely been better. Can we leave please?” Mykie groaned as Gaz pulled her to her feet. 

“Can you walk?” Gaz asked as he readied himself to run. 

Mykie nodded. The three of them pushed forward, her capture was tied up, a knife in his neck. The team made it out of the building and back to Price safely. They loaded up into their vehicles and headed for the base. 

“Price, I’m so sorry. I didn’t get the intel. I-” Mykie was cut short. 

“I don’t care about the intel, Mykie. Your life matters more than that. Plus they were ready. They stopped the hack the second it started, they must have had eyes on the computer already.” Price put a hand on her non-injured shoulder. “Now your next orders are to recover. You still have work to do and I need you in top shape, do you understand?” 

“Yes sir,” Mykie sighed as she leaned against Ghost, all the chaos tired her out. The ride was bumpy but Ghost didn’t protest.

“Try to refrain from using this arm for a few days. Take these when the pain gets too bad. As for your cheek, they didn’t do any lasting damage. You’ll be okay.” The nurse ordered before sending Mykie on her way. 

Mykie sauntered down the halls towards the common room. She pushed past the doors. The rest of the 141 were all sitting around, waiting for her to arrive. 

“You lived!” Soap shouted as he caught sight of Mykie. 

“For now. They can’t take me out that easily.” Mykie gave a weak chuckle as she sat down with the rest of the boys. “I just hate that we didn’t get the intel.” She sighed. 

“The intel wasn’t there. There was nothing else you could have done.” Ghost spoke up. 

“I know, but I also got captured.” 

“Soap has been captured a few times before. It happens.” Ghost retorted. 

“Oy!” Soap interjected. 

Mykie let out another soft chuckle. 

The group sat around chatting for a while until the numbers slowly dwindled down as they retired for the night. Ghost and Mykie were the only ones left. 

“I’m shocked you stayed out this long. You’re usually the first off to bed.” Mykie stated. 

“And you’re usually the last.”

“How do you…” 

“I have my ways.” Ghost interrupted. “Why are you always up so late?” Ghost inquired.

“I usually have a hard time sleeping. Sometimes I go to the gym and work out till I’m too tired to keep my eyes open, it’s the only way I can fall asleep some nights.” 

“That’s not healthy.”

“Yeah well a lot of the shit we do ain’t exactly healthy is it?” Mykie sighed. 

Ghost nodded. “You did good out there today.” 

“Are you complimenting me, Simon Riley?” 

“Peer review.” Ghost said bluntly. 

“Gosh, you really are a stick in the mud.” Mykie chuckled. 

Ghost didn’t respond. He only took a sip of his whiskey. “We should probably head to our rooms.” he said as he knocked back the last of his whiskey. Only his lips and chin were exposed. The soft lighting making it harder for her to make out his features. 

“Stubble…” Mykie mumbled. She didn’t necessarily mean to say it out loud. 

“Oh, yeah. Weren’t supposed to see that.” Ghost said as he promptly dropped his mask. “I’m turning in for the night. You should do the same.” 

Mykie nodded in agreement as she too, threw back the rest of her drink. They both left the mess hall. Ghost was walking a little slower than usual as Mykie trailed behind him. 

Ghost quickly turned around and pushed Mykie gently into the wall. “I have an idea. It’s been tugging at my mind since we got back.” Ghost placed his gloved hand lightly atop her hip.

[psychotic4ghost]

The Sticky Hand

A/N: I honestly don't remember if I dreamt of reading this somewhere (or the idea of it at least) or if I did actually see this as someone idea on Tumblr. If you know who, TAG THEM pretty please <3

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On one quiet day in the field, Ghost was sitting reading another book as usual when out of nowhere, a jelly-like substance smacked Ghost clean across his mask. He looked up to see Soap hiding behind Mykie. In Mykie’s hand was a small, rubber sticky hand toy. 

“If that was Soap…I’m gonna kill him.” Ghost threatened as he stood and started his menacing walk toward the two. 

“And if it was Mykie?” Soap giggled.

“She’ll get her punishment.” Ghost sighed as he met their gazes. He put out his hand, signaling for her to hand it over. 

Mykie looked Ghost up and down then her eyes locked on his hand. She brought up her arm as if she was going to hand it to Ghost. Stead, she brought her hand down quickly, causing the sticky hand to slap his gloved hand before Soap and her took off running. 

“Mykie- Jesus Christ. I’m faster than you.” Ghost sighed as he took off after her. 

Mykie’s eyes widened as she looked over her shoulder at the large man running after her. Soap split off and ran in the other direction. She hoped Ghost’s course would change and he would run after Soap. But no. He continued after her and he was gaining on her. 

Mykie came to a halt, she stepped to the side and let Ghost run past her. He slid on one foot, coming to a stop, and turned to look at her. “Give. Me. The. Stupid. Toy.” Ghost ordered. 

“Or what?” Mykie stuck her tongue out at Ghost who was only feet from her. 

Ghost chuckled. He quickly lunged towards her and gripped her at her waist, he threw her up and over his shoulder. He ripped the toy from her hand and shoved it in his pocket. Soap was hiding behind one of the training dummies, watching as Ghost hauled Mykie back towards the barracks. He knew he wouldn’t be seeing them for at least an hour. He took his sticky hand and tiptoed to Captain Price’s office. 

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:Siren & The 141:

A/n: Sorry this chapter took so long for me to release. I haven't been liking my writing as much recently so I wanted it to be to my standards before I posted it. Enjoy! WC: 4k Masterlist prev pt next pt

🚨 Warnings 🚨 Smut (18+ MDNI), hospital, limb loss, prosthetics

Chapter 10 - *Bound*

Rain trickled down the window as Mykie watched the drops. Time seemed to move incredibly slow as she sat cooped up in the safe house. Simon was back at the base working on training and more missions. She hated not being able to help them find Pablo. She felt defeated until a thought popped in her head. She quickly unlocked her phone and tapped a contact in her favorites. 

“Price?” Mykie asked quickly the moment the phone clicked.

“Mykie, is everything okay?” He asked, rather worried. 

“Yeah, I’m great. I have a proposal.” She waited, holding her breath. 

“Okay, go on.”

“Intel. I can hack and I’m really good at it, you’ve seen it first hand. Let me be the eyes and ears of the 141. I can do hacking, coms, quick fixes with gear. Price, I’ve been in the field, I know how useful it could be to have a skilled special agent on coms.” Mykie blurted, she sucked in her breath as she waited for his response. 

“I appreciate your drive, Mykie. But…I’d have to run it through my higher ups. Let me finish this paper work and I’ll give them a call, okay?”

“Yes! Thank you Price!”

“However! You have to continue with your therapy and you cannot slack on that if I let you back in, got it?” He pressed. 

“You have my word, sir.” Mykie beamed into her phone.

“And mine.” Simon’s voice rang from the background of the call. He was in Price’s office and heard the whole thing.

“Oh, hi, Simon…” Mykie mumbled, she hadn’t spoken to him about her idea yet so she felt rather embarrassed. 

“Hi, Mykie. Don’t forget to eat.” Simon said in a gruff but caring voice. 

“Is that something she’s been forgetting to do?!” Price shouted as the line clicked. 

Mykie let out a soft chuckle. Simon was right though. She had been spacing out so much lately that she was forgetting to eat. And with Simon back at the base, she had to be the one to remember to feed herself. She pulled herself up from the armchair that Simon pushed in front of the window for her. She was still getting used to her new limitations. 

Simons hoodie unrolled down to her knees as she stood up. She wore a pair of his black sweatpants as well, despite how long they were on her. She had to tie the drawstrings as tight as she could and roll the legs up. 

The small kitchen was attached to the living room. There, she made a quick meal, some mac and cheese from a box that Price had sent over. He wanted foods she could make herself for when Simon or the nurses weren’t there to help her. Her and Price agreed on her not being babied so she could learn to function on her own as soon as possible. Nurse visits were becoming fewer and fewer as the months ticked on. Even Simon was forcing her to do things on her own now. 

“Hey, Dr. Faulkner.” Mykie chimed into her cellphone as she hung her spoon from her mouth. She set her bowl down on the counter as the phone was pressed to her ear with her shoulder. 

“Hello Ms. Jamison, how have you been feeling?” the doctor asked through the phone. 

“Pretty good. The redness has gone down a lot and I can wiggle the muscle without any strain.”

“Good, I have some great news. It will take some time but I’m sure it will be very well worth the wait in the end.” 

“I’m listening?” Mykie said before taking a mouthful of mac and cheese, her phone was now on the table on speaker phone. 

“Your new arm is ready. It is a bionic arm. You will need to make some appointments for fitting and testing then continue your physical therapy.”

“Really? That’s perfect, when can we do this?!” Mykie beamed. This was exactly what she was hoping for. 

“As soon as you’re ready. From your last check up, your stump seems healed enough.” 

“Awesome, I’ll contact Captain Price and let him know.” Mykie was so ecstatic about getting her new limb that she called Price back as soon as she hung up the phone with Dr. Faulkner. 

“Cap, is Simon still there?” Mykie nearly shouted into the phone.

“He is, I’ll put you on speaker. Go ahead.”

“Dr. Faulkner called, my prosthetic is ready!”

Mykie could hear Price and Simon both audibly gasp at the news. They spoke about times and dates they could have appointments made. Price had called in and got her appointment set up for the earliest date. 

“Do you have everything?” Simon asked as he slung Mykie’s backpack over his shoulder. 

“I think so. I brought my kindle and I’ll have my phone of course.” Mykie tapped her chin as she looked around the small house. When it was just her and Simon, they were both softer, warmer than how they were on the base. It felt nice to finally let her guard down and feel safe around someone. 

“I can’t wait to be able to drive again.” Mykie huffed as she climbed into the passenger seat of the jeep. 

“I don’t mind drivin, My.” Simon said before shutting the door and opening the backseat, throwing her bag in there. 

“Yeah, I know. But when you aren’t here, I can’t go anywhere.” She complained. 

“Even if y’could drive, there’r still things in the outside world I’d have to help with. Which I don’t mind doin’ either. Let me care for you, My.”  

Their ride was a little on the long side. They had to cross the border into Texas for the fitting. Mykie had her feet on the dash as the two jammed out to some metal/rock. Bad Omens blasted through the speaker as Mykie sang along. Simon couldn’t help but steal glances at her as she rocked out. She was wearing his hoodie again as usual. His chest burned with an unusual feeling when he looked at her.

“Ms. Jamison, Mr. Riley, good to see you. Will Mr. Price be joining us today?” Dr. Faulkner questioned as she led the two down the hall to the room for the fitting. This one was much nicer than the last one. It was more furnished. 

“No. He is staying at the base.” Simon informed as he set down the backpack he had slung over his shoulder.  

“Sounds good, I’ll let you get settled in. Make sure your socket is clear so we can access it. A tank top will do nicely.” She informed her before shutting the door behind her.

“Nervous?” Simon asked as he sat down on the couch that was across from the bed. 

“Yeah, a little. I don’t like hospitals. But I also hope I can work with this prosthetic, I know it’ll take time but…” Mykie sighed as she unzipped her backpack. “Can you help me? It’s still hard to put on shirts.” 

Simon nodded and stood to help Mykie. He slipped her hoodie off as well as her shirt. She crossed her arm over her bra with her right arm. “It’s cold.” She mumbled. Simon chuckled as he grabbed a tank top from the backpack, He gently pulled it over her head and helped her pull her arm through. His fingers gently brushed against her skin as he helped her. 

“I brought my zip up jacket, so we can take it off easier.” Mykie said as she reached for the gray jacket in the backpack The nerves were definitely starting to get to her. 

Simon didn’t hesitate to grab the jacket from her, he helped her with her arm and tied a knot in the left sleeve for her. “Mykie. I know we haven’t really…put a title on what we have goin on but, I figured now would be a good time, I wanted to ask…if you would be…I dunno like…”

Mykie stopped him as she tugged his black surgical mask down and planted a soft kiss to his lips. “Yes, Simon. I’ll be your girlfriend. Even though I kind of have been for like, 7 months now.” Mykie giggled against his lips before dropping back to her flat feet. 

“‘S’pose that’s true…” Simon rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 

“Ms. Jamison?” A few knocks sounded at the door. 

“Yes?”

“Are we ready for the fitting?” Dr. Faulkner asked as she pushed open the door further. 

“I think so.” Mykie glanced at Simon, nervousness flooded her green eyes.

Dr. Faulkner and another man entered the room. They had a box which Mykie assumed had her new arm. 

“I’m Dr. Burns. I’m going to be taking scans of your muscles today and see if we can start fitting in one go. If you wouldn’t mind slipping off the sleeve.” the man gently reached for Mykie’s sleeve, she let it drop happily. They applied a balm to her skin and took scans of her shoulder where the prosthetic will be attached. It had taken a good amount of time just doing the scans alone, but as soon as they finished Mykie pulled her sleeve back up and on quickly. Her skin was red and irritated after all the touching. 

“I apologize for the discomfort, Ms. Jamison. We are done for today and I got some excellent reads. You sat perfectly today. I will keep in touch and we should have you ready to go within the week.” Dr. Burns informed Mykie as he stood to leave. He shook both Mykie and Simon’s hands before  leaving. 

Mykie made her next appointment with them before climbing back into the jeep. The two had packed some bags before the trip, planning to stay in Texas. 

“Thank you. Room 217, noted.” Simon said to the clerk as he took the keycard handed to him. “We’ll be in room 217. We should grab something to eat.” Simon offered as he reached Mykie who was in the waiting room. 

“I could really use some comfort food after today.” Mykie sighed. She was scrolling on her phone as she waited. “Look.” She said as she shoved her phone in Simon’s face. On the screen was a picture of a big bowl of ramen. 

“Is that what you want?” 

Mykie nodded her head quickly. She wasn’t used to going out in public now that she only had one arm, she feared the looks. Fortunately, it was September and the air around them was starting to cool off, meaning she could wear her hoodie and have the left sleeve of her Simon’s hoodie draped down. Their trip to the ramen shop was fun, Mykie got Simon to share some of his infamous dad jokes, or military humor as he called it. 

“Two please.” Simon said to the hostess who walked them to a small two seater table. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve been out in public doing normal things.” Mykie sighed as she struggled to break apart her chopsticks. 

“Give me that.” Simon ordered as he took the chopsticks from her and pulled them apart with a snap. 

“Thanks.” Mykie grumbled. 

“My, please. I know it’s difficult, but I wanna help you. You’re still independent, we don’t see you any other way.” Simon reassured her, he could see the look of defeat in her eyes. 

“I know…just sucks sometimes.” 

“Eat.” Simon ushered as he handed her chopsticks back. 

Mykie had to alternate spoon and chopstick as she couldn’t hold both like she usually would. It was rather messy as she slurped the noodles into her mouth, no spoon to hold them up. Simon couldn’t help but laugh at her as a noodle smacked her in the forehead. She threw him a daring look as she wiped the broth off her forehead. 

Back at the hotel, Mykie flopped onto the bed absolutely exhausted from the day. She rolled over and reached into her bag taking out a soothing lotion. 

“May I?” Simon asked as he sat on the bed next to her with his hand out.

Mykie slapped the bottle of lotion in his open palm. She shimmied off the sweater she wore, exposing her biggest insecurity to him.  

Simon stayed silent as he squeezed out some of the balm onto his open palm. He cautiously placed his hand on her irritated skin, massaging it into her skin slowly and lovingly. 

“When you were in the hospital the first time…” Simon started, he searched for the right words. His emotions were still a foreign concept to him, despite the months since she entered his life. “I thought I had lost you. I…was…scared.” It felt weird coming from his lips. He had numbed himself to the world of emotions. With this line of work, and his specialities, numbing himself seemed like the best option. The thought of caring for someone who, hell, someone caring for him was such a weird idea, it almost felt like it was impossible. But here she was. A soul who was capable of caring for him. Despite his past and even his present. His job, his mannerisms, his lack of emotion, all the burdens he carried and yet, she didn’t care. She saw him for who he was and couldn’t dream of caring for anyone else. 

Mykie turned to face him, her small hand cupping his cheek. He rested his cheek into her hand cautiously. Despite their nights together, he was still wary of his vulnerable movements. 

“Simon?”

“Hm?” 

“I…I’m in love with you.” Mykie choked out. She hadn’t used those words since the day her sister died in her arms. She had forgotten how they felt on her tongue. It took a lot for her to not flinch away, to run and hide the moment the words left her lips. She searched his eyes, fearful of how he might react. Her shoulders tensed.

“Mykie…” Simon trailed off, his mind was racing. He hadn’t heard anyone use those words towards him since his mother. He almost felt like Mykie was lying to him. A part of him was sure she was fucking with him. A cruel prank. His eyes were wide as they locked onto her equally shocked eyes. 

Neither of them knew what to do as they stared for what felt like hours. Simon’s mind went blank as he pulled the nape of her neck towards him abruptly. He crashed his lips to hers with hunger, as if she would disappear if he didn’t. Mykie pushed further into him, the hand that rested on his cheek now carded through the hair at the nape of his neck. She tugged hastily at his hair. 

“I fucking love you so much.” Simon panted against her lips as they pulled apart for air. The separation didn’t last long before their lips were attached once more. 

Simon gently pushed his weight into her, forcing her to lay back on the bed. Mykie didn’t protest as he slid his hand up her shirt. He cupped one of her breasts, kneading it lovingly. A soft moan escaped Mykie’s lips. His hand slipped behind her, unclasping her bra and throwing it to the side. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgious.” Simon huffed as he pulled back to admire her breasts through the very very thin fabric of her tank top. Her nipples grew hard against the fabric as the cold air kissed them. 

“Si…I need you.” Mykie panted, her arousal taking over her mind, pushing her sane self out of the way. 

“As you wish.” Simon grinned ear to ear as he captured her lips in his again. His hands pushed her tank top up and over her head, only breaking the kiss for a sec. His hands attacked both her breasts again, pinching the nipples harshly between his rough fingers. 

“Simon…please…” Mykie whined against his lips. 

“S’needy.” He chuckled. He obliged her request though, dragging his hands down her abdomen and down past the ties of the sweats she wore. His fingers brushed against her heated core. The soft cotton of her panties were already damp to the touch. 

Simon broke the kiss. He left wet, sloppy kisses over her jaw, he trailed down her neck then to her collar bone before capturing a nipple in between his teeth. His hands worked at untying her his  sweats. He pushed them down as low as he could without leaving her breasts with his mouth.

Her back arched as he bit and nibbled her breasts, making sure to give each the attention they deserved. Soft, sweet moans left her lips as he swirled his tongue around her buds. She placed her hand on his shoulder, attempting to push him down to where she needed him. 

“Be patient, lovie.” Simon chuckled against her skin as he agonizingly trailed wet kissed down her sternum, down to her belly button. He kept his trail going all the way down to the top of her panty line. He took the hem of her panties in between his teeth, looking up to make sure she was watching as he pulled them down. His hands gripped the hem under her ass as he pulled them down to her knees. After ripping them off the full way and tossing them blindly to the floor, he climbed back up her body. Simon looped his arms under her back, lifting her with no effort before tossing her back down but higher up on the bed. 

Soft giggles left her lips as she bounced on the bed before settling back down. “Sorry love, needed more room.” he said as his hands pried her thighs apart with no warming. A small yelp left her. 

“S’wet for me.” Simon cooed as he traced a single digit along her lips up to her clit. He repeated this motion until she was begging him for more. 

“P…please Simon…please, I need you.” She whimpered. It made Simon’s cock twitch as he watched this badass military woman, who he’s seen kill men in cold blood, whimper and whine just for his touch. 

“Or what?” Simon teased as he left feather light touches against her clit. 

Mykie didn’t respond, instead she shifted her hips down and began to move them in a circular motion against his fingers. Small moans pulled from her lips as she ground her hips down into his fingers. 

Simon clicked his tongue as he watched her pleasure herself against his fingers. His free hand gripped her hips tightly, pushing her down into the bed, unable to move. “I would love to watch you fuck yourself against my fingers, but I’m the one who is going to rip those pretty little moans from you tonight.” Simon growled as he lowered his face to her entrance. He jut his tongue out quickly. He lapped at her entrance.

The aforementioned ‘pretty moans’ poured from Mykie’s lips uncontrollably. Simon inserted his tongue into her entrance and back out at a maddening pace causing her back to arch. 

“Hand in my hair. Now.” Simon demanded against her pussy, the vibrations making her moan more. 

She nodded her head quickly as her hand threaded through his hair, gripping tightly. 

“Words, Siren.” He called her by her call sign, making her cries stutter. Hearing her call sign in bed turned her on more than she thought possible. 

“Y-yes sir.” She croaked out. 

“That’s lieutenant to you, Sergeant.” 

“Y-yes Lieutenant.” Mykie whimpered. 

“Good girl.” Simon growled against her clit, the vibrations sending her even closer to the edge. 

Simon pushed two fingers into her aching core with no warning or time for adjustment. He began pumping quickly as he could feel her end nearing. Stuttered and choppy moans and whines left Mykie as she felt her core tighten around his fingers. “Si-Lieutnant…I’m so fu-ucking cl-ose.” Her legs shook around his head. Her grip in his hair tightened causing him to wince at the pleasurable pain. 

“Cum for me baby.” Simon pushed his fingers in quicker as he lapped and sucked at her clit. 

Without warning for either of them, the tight coil in her abdomen snapped. Her legs shook violently around his head, her walls clamped around his fingers and her grip in his hair released just for her to dig her nails into his shoulder. 

“Gooood girl. That’s it.” Simon cooed as he lifted his head from her core. His fingers still pumped lightly in and out of her as she rode out her high. “My turn.” Simon growled as he quickly shoved his fingers into her mouth while whipping his chin clean with his other hand. “Suck.” He ordered. She wasted no time closing her lips around his thick fingers, cleaning them of her own juices. 

Simon’s belt flew to the ground rather quickly. He didn’t bother pulling his pants all the way off, instead he dropped them to his ankles, boxers included. He was rock hard already, pre-cum nearly dripping down his shaft as he lined himself up with her entrance. “Brace yourself.” He warned. Mykie wrapped her legs around his hips, her arm draped over his shoulder. She nodded her head quickly. 

Simon smirked as he coated his dick in her slick juices. He pushed the tip all the way in, pulling a gasp from Mykie. She wiggled her hips quickly, wanting to waste no time. “Y’sure?” Simon hummed against her earlobe. 

“P-please. More.” she whined, nearly pushing herself down onto his cock. 

“Might want to bite something, love.” He warned. Mykie opted for his shoulder, she placed her lips against the warm skin of his shoulder, bracing herself as he fully bottomed out inside her with the help of her heels digging into his ass cheeks. The sting struck her harshly as she dug her nails and teeth into his shoulder, suppressing a cry. “Doin’ okay?” 

Mykie nodded her head quickly, “Just m-move. Please Simon.” she practically cried out. Tears trickled down her cheeks, the pain only brought her more pleasure. 

“I don’ wanna hurt you My.” Simon warned, as he tried to pull back. Her heels kept him locked in place. 

“Y-you aren’t…I l-like the pain.” 

“As you wish, use your words if you need a break.” He ordered as he finally began to move. More moans spilled from Mykie as the sting increased. His size made it easy for him to hit the spongy spot that caused her to cry out. 

“As…much as I love-yer moans…we are-in a hotel.” Simon huffed out in between thrusts. “Don…make me gag you.” 

Mykie took this as a challenge of course. She did nothing to stifle her moans and screams of his name. Simon had no choice at this point, he didn’t want to explain the noises and deal with the noise complaint if he let her continue with these lewd sounds, no matter how much he loved to hear what he was doing to her. 

Simon quickly clasped his lips to hers, taking her moans into his mouth. His tongue jutted into her mouth, exploring every spot he could reach. 

His quick and brutal thrusts were bringing them both to the edge quickly. His grip on her hips were sure to leave bruises as he tightened, feeling his climax barreling to the surface. Mykie’s walls clenched around his cock, tugging a guttural moan from his throat. 

“M’close. S’c-close.” Mykie groaned against the crook of his neck.

“M’too.” Both of them were almost completely out of breath.

“C-cum ‘n me…please, I need to f-feel you.” Mykie begged as her high was dangerously close to spilling over. 

“T-together…” Simon huffed. 

A few more thrust from Simon and the two of them snapped, their intertwined moans filled the air as they both came undone together. 

“You okay, lovie?” Simon asked as he smoothed her hair with his hand. They were now tangled together, laying in the bed. Simon’s slowly softening cock still rested inside Mykie as they cuddled. 

“Mhm…Didn’t think I liked it that rough.” She admitted. Her eyes were slightly closed as she nuzzled her nose into his chest. 

“That wasn’t as rough as I can be.” Simon chuckled against the top of her head. 

“I look forward to it then, better keep your word.” Mykie teased. 

“Oh I promise.”

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A Loving Touch

A/N: I want to write more Mykie x Simon but haven't had the drive for my main story so I wrote some fluffy fluff hehe

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Mykie x Simon ><><>< no warnings, just fluff, unless you don't like massages.

“Simon?” Mykie asked into the emptiness of her small apartment she shared with Simon Riley. She never received a response as she hooked her purse and coat on the rack near the front door. 

“Si. Are you home?” She called again. Still no reply as she slipped her shoes off. She moved the living room, hoping to see her partner. Empty. She checked his office next, not a soul. He wouldn’t be in the kitchen at this hour so she headed for their shared room. 

“Si? Honey, why didn’t you answer when I called from the door?” Mykie asked as she saw Simon sitting on the edge of the bed. His back was turned to her as he sat on her side of the bed. 

“Didn’t hear ya, sorry.” He mumbled just above a whisper. 

“What’s wrong?” Mykie questioned as she stepped closer into their room. She cautiously climbed up onto the bed and crawled towards him. His back was still to her. 

Simon didn’t answer. He didn’t even sigh. Mykie placed a wary hand on his shoulder. She could feel him flinch under her touch. “Talk to me, Si. It isn’t like you to not greet me when I come home.”

“I-I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.” Simon finally let out a sigh. He didn't turn to look at her like she hoped. Mykie began to knead small circles into the flesh of Simon’s shoulders. His shoulders rolled back at the sensation. 

“You, you don’t have to.” He mumbled. 

“I want to. Let me take care of you for once. I love and appreciate all you do for me, but you’re a human too. You deserve to be loved and taken care of too.”

Simon couldn’t find the right response. It was common for anyone to show this kind of care towards him. To be fair, he never gave Mykie the chance to care for him, he bottled his emotions up and when he would have ‘a moment’, as he calls it, he would keep it away from her. 

“Mykie…” He started. 

“Shh. Let me take care of you. Lay on your stomach for me, yeah?” Mykie coerced her lover. He was hesitant but eventually shifted so he was laying on his stomach. Mykie crawled over him, straddling his lower back. She carefully lowered herself down, sitting her weight on his back. Her hands moved to his shoulder. She worked small circles into his shoulder. She could feel him exhale under her, his whole body shifted down into the mattress. 

“More pressure.” Simon mumbled into her pillow. 

No words were needed, a small smile crept its way onto her lips as she increased the pressure. She worked her way across his shoulders to his neck and slowly down his back. More sighs left him, his breathing evened out till she heard light snoring. She didn’t stop though, she continued to work her knuckles and occasionally her elbows into his flesh. She worked until her hands grew tired. 

After a good amount of time, she finally rolled off of him carefully, so as to not wake him. She stripped off her work day clothes, stole one of his shirts and cuddled back up next to him. Simon rolled to his side, his large arms engulfed her, pulling her into his chest. He let out a deep puff of air into her scalp as he pulled her close into him. “Thank you. For caring about me.”

“I would do anything for you, Simon. Anything.” 

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Text Threads pt. 3

I stole this from tiktok user- savandtyler

🤍 - Simon 💙 - Mykie

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The Mask

A/n: I started writing this forever ago and forgot about it. Just reread it and finished it up and it's too cute to not post!

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Warnings: implied nsfw content

"Your mask. Hand it over." Mykie stuck her open palm at her partner.

"Fuck no." Ghost grumbled, crossing his arms and turning away from her.

"Ghost, look. I understand your concerns. But when you snuggled your masked face into my neck, I fight back the tears because it STINKS." Mykie cried as she did a little grabby hand with her still open palm.

"No it doesn't!"

"You're nose blind!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!" Mykie had had enough, she lunged at him. She pinned him to the couch. While Ghost could easily overpower her, he didn't dare. Her wrath and motherly tone scared him more than her removing his mask.

She had seen his face many times before. But they had just gotten back to their shared apartment and he wasn't quite adjusted yet.

Mykie pulled the hem of his mask up and over his head swiftly.

"Don't look so shocked. I've learned how to take it off quickly when you get impatient during those times." Mykie sighed. She knew the military grade plastic skull was sown on so she opted for hand washing the mask.

She hastily jumped off of the man now referred to as Simon. She rushed, nearly sliding into the wall, to the kitchen sink. She plugged the drain and started filling the sink.

From the living room, Simon could be heard grumbling as he trudged towards her. She swiftly dunked the mask down into the water, soaking it so he couldn't put it back on.

"Just. Let. Me. Wash. It!" Mykie shouted as she tugged the soap from his grasp. The moment he reached her, he swiped the soap from the counter.

"Why? It's not even that bad! No one else complains!"

"First of all, no one gets as physically close to you as I do. And second, people are too scared."

Simon looked down at his boots, sometimes he forgets how intimidating he could be. Mykie took notice in his mood shift. As the sink filled, she leaned over. She gripped his face in her hands and forced him to look her in the eyes. She planted light kisses along the bridge of his nose and down his jaw and back up across his forehead.

"If it counts for anything, you don't intimidate me, love. I just find it sexy when you even try." Mykie smirked at her lover. The sink now full, she turned her attention back to the mask.

She tugged the soap from Simon's loose grip and swirled some into the water. She plunged her hands into the soapy water and began scrubbing the mask against itself. Suds filled the sink more and more as she continued to scrub.

"I'll even use my blow drier to dry it fast, yeah?" Mykie suggested as she began rinsing the mask of soap.

"it's fine. Let it hang dry. Can't kiss you with it on anyway." Simon stood behind her now, wrapping his arms around her waist and peppering light kisses up the nape of her neck. "Did it really smell that bad?"

"Yes, Simon. You sweat in that. Sweat soaked clothes tend to stink my love. It'll smell nice and clean now." She turned to face him as she dried her hands on the towel she held.

Simon plucked the towel from her hands and tossed it to the side. He lifted her by her thighs and carried her back to the living room.

"How about, we get a little sweaty right here on the couch?" Simon set her down gently on the couch and continued to attack her neck with kisses.

"Thats the grossest thing you have ever said to me." Mykie giggled as he tickled her neck with his scruffy stubble.

"You love it."

"I do."

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Ehehehehe take 2 of :Siren & The 141: is coming along so nicely. I'm super excited to post it. I'm not 100% sure when I will but I will keep y'all updated

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Text Threads pt.2

Yes, I did make myself laugh with the "seaman" comment

🤍- Mykie

💙 - Simon

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Idea from @cod-dump (again cause everything they post is a banger)

Ghost: I fear nothing.

Gaz: Oh hey Mykie!

Ghost: *turns dramaticly to look behind him, feear in his eyes*

Mykie: *not even in the same city at the moment*

Ghost: you motherfu-

Gaz: *running down the hall screaming and cackling*

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Blood Under The Bridge A story by Psychotic4Ghost

Chapter 1 - Decode The Ghost

TW: Strong Language ♡ Light mentions of alcohol ♡ ♡ Masterlist | chapter 2 ♡ WC: 1.5k ♡ A/N: This has been in the works for awhile now and I'm really proud of how it's turned out so far. My best friend is helping me edit this story and I couldn't be more grateful to her. Sorry for making y'all wait, but without further ado, here's chapter one c:

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Gentle snowfall covered the streets below Mykie Jamison’s apartment balcony. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee filled her nostrils as she watched the hustle of the night life, cyclists dodged inattentive walkers as they strolled the streets, paying more focus to their phones than their surroundings. Phones; small little devices that the world put all their information into. Credit card details, social security number, loved ones names, the first street they lived on, and more, all at their fingertips. All at her fingertips. Behind her, through the open door of her loft, sat her laptop on her couch, just waiting for her to work her magic. 

Her current hit was a small business, one that had been basically robbing people of their money. Overcharging for a product that was barely worth the price. Mykie’s goal was to rewire the money so she could return it to its rightful owners, but not before taking her cut. She pushed off the railing where she stood, turning on her heels; her chestnut hair flowing in the cool breeze behind her as it settled at the mid of her back. 

Her apartment was decent. The walls were intact and the hot water worked. It was more than she could ask for, especially at the price point. She curled back into her spot on the couch, leaving the breeze a way to sneak past her cracked balcony door. The blinding white lights of her laptop illuminated her pale skin while her jade gaze lasered in on her task. Her ruby red nails tapped away at the keyboard until she heard that sweet, sweet sound of her banking app’s notification. Success. 

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“Another promotion?” one of Mykie’s friends, Joey, asked as they sat at a small high top table in a local bar.

“Yup, I’m on a roll.” Mykie raised her glass to her lightly painted, rosy lips. She had another successful night and had a little extra spending money on hand so she offered to take her friends out for drinks. 

“I dunno how you do it, mate. Three promotions in just two months. But I won’t say no to free drinks.” The blonde known as Mary, raised their glass in a cheer. 

“So, where do ya work again Rose?” Joey asked.  Rose, an alias. The same one written on her bank forms, and any other legal form for that matter. 

“Just some dumb firm. Nothing crazy, desk work.” Mykie made a shooing motion with her hand with a British accent heavy on her lips. While it was convincing, it was far from the truth. 'Rose' might've been born and raised in London for all these people knew but, Mykie was a purebred Scot.

A few weeks rolled by as Mykie droned on with her life; reading new books, trying new foods and upgrading her tech when she could. On one snowy night, she happened to be scrolling through some random Facebook posts about long lost people from her past when a picture of her father resurfaced. She scrunched her nose at the sight of him. He was donned up in his military garb. Typical brown camo with patches littering his chest and shoulders. A British flag next to a Scottish one, SAS, and one that caught her eye, 141. 

Mykie examined the post more. It was private, meaning that she shouldn’t be able to see this photo. She had never viewed it before in her childhood home so, why is it showing up on the internet of all places? "In Loving Memory" was written at the top of the post. 

She hated the fact that he was even given a memorial post after what he did. She tossed the thought to the side and decided to dig more on the 141 badge. After endless hours of scrolling and research, she couldn’t find anything on what the 141 could mean. Maybe it was a squad number? Her father was a captain at some point, just before he was discharged. 

“I shouldn’t…” Mykie muttered to herself. She tapped her chin in contemplation, what she was thinking of doing was beyond illegal. The FBI could end up on her tail if she wasn’t careful. With a heavy sigh, the woman knew she couldn't resist the risk. So, she popped open a bottle of bourbon, cracked her knuckles, and jumped down the 141 rabbit hole.

Bingo.

“Task Force 141…He was a part of a task force?” she asked the empty air around her. More files popped up as she continued to weed through all the information. “Captain Rodney Jamison. Discharged for violent acts in 2009… John Price, promoted to Captain of the 141 in 2011.” Mykie’s eyes scanned the pages about John Price, taking in as much as she could about him. He had a goofy smile and a fisherman hat in one of his photos, the others remained more professional. 

“Soap? Who the fuck calls themselves ‘Soap’?” Mykie exclaimed out loud. “John “Soap” MacTavish. That’s a Scottish name if I ever did hear one.” 

Another name crossed her screen, “Kyle “Gaz” Garrison. Pretty standard I guess.”

Mykie continued to read each person's file until she got to a particularly interesting one. 

Ghost.

All it said was Ghost. No name, no picture, and barely any information. This bugged Mykie. No, it really bugged her. Not having the information after all the time she spent working on this felt like a defeat and despite all she had found, it felt fleeting. 

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Nights had passed as Mykie slaved away at her computer. She was determined to find out more about this Ghost individual. Even just a name would ease her tensions. But ultimately, the name was nowhere to be found. It was like whoever this person was, never actually existed and was planted here just to mess with Mykie. 

Frustrated, she slammed her laptop shut and threw it onto the couch next to her. She ran her hands through her hair.

 “A run. I need a fucking run.” Mykie pushed herself from her couch and gathered gear for her night excursion. She lived in a small neighborhood in London. It had nice paths for morning jogs and parks for relaxing. Small shops and cafes lined the streets near her apartment with heavy foot traffic of the morning goers hurrying to their jobs. 

Mykie had a route, one she walked when she was too in her head about something. She had taken the path many times before but something felt different this time. Someone felt different this time. There were some people that Mykie would see every time she did this run; older people sitting on the benches by the ponds, the same kids who would play on the playset each morning before school but it was her, the blonde. Every time Mykie would pass a certain part, she’d see her, the same lady with blonde hair pulled back into a bun and a deep blue trench coat. 

Mykie cut her run short, she was too spooked to continue. She doubled back down a path that led to her complex. Quickly, without stopping to breathe, she made it to her front door. 

“Okay, that’s it, I’ve lost my fucking mind.” Mykie ran both her hands through her sweat drenched hair. Her lungs felt thick as she pushed the icy air from them. 

The shower head spilled hot water over Mykie’s shoulders as she replayed her morning over and over in her mind. Was she being followed? She couldn’t have been, she knew everyone in the town and she covered her tracks well enough. The hacker did her best to force the thoughts into the back of her mind as she made breakfast. 

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Another week passed by Mykie. She was starting to feel uneasy every time she left her apartment because she saw the same woman out of the corner of her eye everywhere she went. In the supermarket, the café, bars, bus stops, and even the library. Everywhere Mykie went, she saw the same lady but always in her peripherals. She started locking herself in her apartment and succumbed to only delivery for her food. But, money was running low and Mykie hadn’t hit another business in awhile. Her mind wasn’t in a working condition for her to do the things she needed to do. 

A quick knock broke Mykie from her thoughts. It was her front door, someone was knocking. She didn’t order any take out or deliveries, so there was no reason for someone to be knocking on her door. Panic flooded her mind as she pulled herself from her bedroom floor where she was sat. 

Her hand wrapped around the cold doorknob in what felt like slow motion. Another quick knock hit the door, startling Mykie as she gripped the handle tighter before twisting it to the left. With a quick tug of the handle it opened only for the same blonde hair and blue trench coat to  be staring back at Mykie however this time, piercing blue eyes stared back. 

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Text thread

um. This was a little too fun to make....expect more

🤍- Mykie

💙- Simon

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[psychotic4ghost]

Mykie "Siren" Jamison

I have made many many characters in my life but I think this is the first character who I have mentally scarred with their backstory. I apologize Mykie that your god (me) is a monster. You are what you eat/drink and I have a crippling monster addiction my doctor has yelled at me to stop :Siren & The 141: Masterlist

ANYWAY here's her character sheet as well as her backstory!

I'll update this post eventually with some drawings of her as well. Pre bio arm and post bio arm. I just have to find the energy to draw again.

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Blood Under The Bridge A Story By Psychotic4Ghost

Chapter 7 - The Heartbeat Of A Ghost

TW: Strong Language ♡ Fluff ♡ Gross man ♡ ♡ Masterlist | Chapter 6 | Chapter 8 ♡ WC: 2.1k ♡ A/N: Listen, before we judge my way of writing about Arizona in the last chapter; I am an Arizonan. I can talk shit lmaooo. We sat in the 90s for most of November :| This one is definitely much cuter and starting the progression of Simon and Mykie. Hope you enjoy! (I'm also like, really proud of this chapters header image, feels very 90s/00s punk <;3)

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After about an hour in the bathroom, Mykie had completed a full face of delicate makeup, she wore a long, black dress covered in fine sequins, giving the dress a mesmerizing shimmer. Her hair was pulled into a clean bun with some stray pieces sticking near her ears. The slick black heels she wore clicked along the concrete floors of the base as she entered their shared dorm. 

Soap let out a sharp whistle as she entered the room. She did a small twirl for the boys before taking her seat on the bottom bunk that Ghost claimed. Ghost was nowhere to be seen yet. 

“Simon, you’ll be fine. Have you really never tied a tie before?” Price asked as he looped the tie through itself. 

“Never needed to. Price this is a lot. I’m not CIA, why do I need this stupid suit?” Ghost complained as he tugged at the collar, loosening it up a touch. 

“Stop that, you’ll fuck up the tie. You’ll be fine Simon. It’s only for a few hours and it’s not like I’m sending you in alone. Here.” Price handed Ghost a plain black surgical mask. Ghost eyed it cautiously. The mask felt like a tube top,  it was so revealing. He took the mask from Price and stripped the black and white skull plated balaclava from his face. Price had seen Simon’s face many times before, but he still tried not to stare, giving Ghost some more privacy. 

“You’ll go by Simon for this mission. No one knows who you are anyway.” Price said, now facing Ghost who had the surgical mask on. 

“What about Mykie?” 

“You’ll call her Rose. It was her code name before she joined the 141.” Price informed. Ghost nodded his head as the two men left the small bathroom that was attached to the dorm. 

Ghost shifted uncomfortably as he made eye contact with Mykie. She was absolutely stunning. Keeping his emotions regulated was so much harder with so little of his face covered. 

Soap let out the same flirtatious whistle to his superior. “Not bad, LT! The suit looks good.”

Ghost gave Soap an unintentional death glare, but this time it came across much stronger than it usually does with the rest of his face coverings. 

“Don’t think I’ve seen Ghost with this much skin showing, feels scandalous.” Gaz added with a chuckle. 

Ghost opened his mouth to yell at them, his body moved forward but stopped when he felt a small hand press against his chest. “Oookay, let’s not rile him up, kay? I need him sane for the night.” Mykie giggled as she stepped back from Ghost after he relaxed a little. 

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The team arrived at their first destination, a small apartment building across the way from the mansion, giving the team a good line of sight on the party. 

“Alright, your names are Simon and Rose Poe. You’ll be acting as a married couple. Your name has been snuck onto the list already. Act as natural as you can. Ghost, I know you haven’t been in this setting in a long time so follow Mykie’s lead. She’s been briefed on what to do in case things go wrong.” Price informed the pretend couple before sending them on their way. 

The apartment base was about a mile down the road, meaning the two would have to drive. But the car was a 2020 Dodge viper and was a low seated car, it felt like sitting on the ground itself when you were in it. 

Mykie fit just fine; Ghost held her hand as she lowered herself into the vehicle, keeping the appearance strong. He made sure her sleek black dress was fully inside the car before closing the door for her. 

Ghost, on the other hand, couldn't fit his broad shoulders past the frame and his legs were too long for the space between the seat and the pedals. "This won't work. I don't fit." Ghost sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

"We don't have much of a choice. It had to be a luxury vehicle for this op to work." Mykie tried to reason with him, hoping that maybe he could wedge himself in. 

"Why couldn't it be a luxury truck ‘r some shit." Ghost complained as he forced his body into the driver's seat. He pushed the seat as far back as it would go, though he still couldn't even reach the seat belt behind his shoulder, he didn't have enough room to turn. "This is bullshit."

"Hold still, let me." Mykie unbuckled herself and crawled onto her knees. She leaned over his chest to grab the seat belt. Ghost looked up at the ceiling as her breasts pushed against his chest. She smelt like strawberries and the color pink, driving Ghost mad as he unintentionally inhaled the scent. She grabbed the seat belt and pulled it across his chest as she sat back down in her seat. 

"Guess being tiny has its advantages." Mykie smirked as she held the buckle for him to take. 

Ghost let out a grumble before taking the seat belt. He raised the steering wheel as high as it would go so it would clear his knees before pushing the start button. The drive was rather short, Ghost’s mind raced as he thought about having to exit the car in front of the valet. 

Fortunately for the ‘couple’, it wasn’t as hard for Ghost to get out as it was to get in. They handed off the keys to one of the valet boys before making their way to the entrance. Mykie naturally slung her hand around Ghost’s bicep, catching him off guard. He played along though, hiding his shock the best he could.

“Don’t tense, makes you look constipated.” Mykie said as she nudged his side with her elbow. 

“Ow.” Ghost said as he winced, it didn’t hurt and they both knew that as Mykie rolled her eyes. “I thought you’ve done this before.” Mykie whispered as they waited in line to enter. 

“I have, just not…playing a couple.” Ghost hissed down to his copart. 

“Have you never had a girlfriend? Relax you damn muscles Simon- It’s just another event, nothing we aren’t used to hun-” Mykie quickly changed her tempo as she saw a guard walking past them. “We need to quit talking about this. Act natural.” Mykie muttered before they finally made it to the front of the line. 

“Name?” The very unamused man at the door asked, he tapped his clipboard impatiently as he waited for Ghost to answer. 

“Poe, Simon and Rose Poe.” Mykie quickly answered as she noticed Ghost freezing on the spot. The man eyed them then the sheet on his clipboard before he pulled the red rope open for them, not speaking another word. 

“Get it together.” Mykie hissed as they passed the line. Mykie pulled the two of them to a small bathroom she spotted off the way. “Hello?” Mykie asked out softly, waiting for a response before locking the door. “Seriously Simon, have you never had a girlfriend? Why are you acting so stiff, you’re gonna give us away.” Mykie threw her hands up in frustration. 

“No.” Ghost said with no emotion, or at least with hidden emotions. There was definitely something there, Mykie just couldn’t pick it out.

“Really? You’ve never had a girlfriend? Are you a virgin?” Mykie asked, letting the more childish side seep out. 

“No, I’m not a fucking virgin, My-Rose. And no, I’ve never had a girlfriend. Get over it. Don’t act like Soap.” Ghost crossed his arm in a boyish way, he refused to make eye contact with her. Mykie’s features softened as she took in the scene. “Oh…well, would have been nice to know beforehand, um. Okay, just, don’t be afraid to touch me. Hand around my waist, across my shoulders. Hold my hand sometimes and when you do, rub your thumb over my knuckles, it makes the action look more natural. And if we don’t talk it’ll have people looking. We don’t have to kiss or whatever, not a lot of couples do that in public anyway.” Mykie rambled as she paced the bathroom floor. She was thinking of every little thing she could to make them look like a couple. 

“Mykie, please. Stop. I think I get it but you’re rambling.” Simon placed his hand on her shoulder as if to calm her. 

“S-sorry. Didn’t mean to ramble. Um, you think you got this?” Mykie asked as she made eye contact with the large man who was feet from her, the bathroom was actually quite small and she hadn’t noticed till just now. 

“I got this. Just, is there anything you aren’t okay with?” Ghost asked as he removed his hand and backed up as much as he could. 

“Um, no, not really. Anything to make us look more like a couple. We can’t afford to blow this.” Mykie added, not really thinking of what she could be signing herself up for. 

“Close your eyes.” Ghost said in a low tone. Mykie blinked a few times before shutting her eyes, thinking he had to fix his mask or something in the mirror. Instead a soft pair of lips gently brushed hers, the pressure growing as the seconds ticked. He was kissing her, her Lieutenant’s lips were on hers. It was over before it even really started. His mask was back over his nose and he was unlocking the door, pushing her out before she could even register the events. 

“D-did you just?” Mykie stuttered as Ghost placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her out to the main hall. Mykie shook her head, trying to clear any and all thoughts of what just happened. They made their way to a luxurious bar, fancy bottles lined the walls behind the bartender. 

“Best bourbon you got, two glasses please.” Ghost said as he pulled out a 50 US dollar from the chest of his pocket. The bartender took it and began pouring the bourbons. “Keep the change.” Ghost said as he took the two drinks and nudged mykie towards an empty table. 

“Drink, calm your nerves.” Ghost said as he set the glass down in front of Mykie who he had to force to sit down. 

“What was that even for?” Mykie finally asked as she brought the glass to her pink painted lips. 

“Gotta play the part.” Ghost said bluntly. 

“No one was even there to see it!” Mykie hissed.

Ghost shrugged his shoulders as he turned his attention to the guest around them. His eyes followed anyone he thought to be of importance, ignoring Mykie’s still flabbergasted look. 

The night played on, nothing of interest happened as the hours ticked by. They had been in the mansion for about an hour now, sipping bourbon and watching. “We should dance.” Mykie suggested as she pulled her gaze from her glass. 

“What?” Ghost asked abruptly. “Dance, we should dance. Other couples are.” Mykie added, her chin was resting on her hand as her elbow dug into the table. 

“Fine. Let’s go, you’re right.” Ghost took a stand and extended a hand out for her. She took it happily as he led her out to the floor. They stayed away from the center, not wanting to pique anyone's interest. 

Unfortunately for the two of them, an older gentleman approached the two. “And who are you, my girasol?” He asked, extending a hand for Mykie to shake. 

“My name is Rose, this is Simon.” She said as she took his hand. He pulled her closer, placing a delicate kiss to the back of her hand as he slipped a small folded piece of paper in her hand. His thin handlebar mustache tickled her hand as he pulled away. “Pleasure to meet you, Rose.” He took off without another word looking back and making eye contact with Ghost, who wore an irritated look in his eyes. The hispanic gentleman simply grinned at his victory to rile Ghost up. 

“Simon, wipe that look off your face.” Mykie said as she pressed her body against his side, placing her hand on his chest. 

“Something about him was off.” Ghost grumbled as he took Mykie’s hand and moved to a dancing position, led by Mykie. 

“He’s probably just being friendly, things are different here. Why do you look so jealous?” Mykie asked, not thinking about her words as usual. 

“Jealous? I’m not jealous. Why would I be?” Ghost stuttered in a frustration he didn’t know he had. Why was he jealous? It’s not she was his to even be jealous about. Is this what jealousy felt like? This was the same angry bubble that formed in his chest during pool a few weeks ago. Jealousy, a sinful emotion. One Ghost didn’t think he was capable of and for a woman that wasn’t even his to claim. 

“If only I had a mirror to show you your own face right now.” Mykie sighed. A few more songs played as the two swayed together, no words being shared to save Ghost the embarrassment. Mykie had laid her head against his chest as they moved together, listening to his heart beat change pattern as a new thought arose in his mind. It beat faster, then slower, sometimes it would stop all together as if he was taking aim with his sniper. Then it would speed up quickly, his feet matching his heart beat as he skipped a few beats to the slower song. 

“Your heart's racing again. What are you thinking about?” Mykie asked, looking up into his eyes. 

“Nothing.” he lied. 

“I know it’s not nothing, I’ve been listening to her heartbeat for the last 20 minutes. When you think of something that I assume makes you upset, your heartbeat picks up and your footing is off.” Mykie made accusations, causing Ghost to stare at her in shock. 

“It’s…it’s a lot. Don’t worry about it. My mind is just always active.” Ghost tried his best to shrug off the conversation. While Mykie nodded, she kept thinking about it, kept measuring his heartbeat, letting it calm her when he was calm. 

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[psychotic4ghost]

I have been lurking. Been on Tumblr every day and night but haven't posted, I apologize!! I have a one shot in the works right now, nearly done then I need to edit it. Might do it on my lunch today but thanks for everyone's patience. Chapter 10 of :Siren & The 141: is also in the works and close to wrapping up so I can edit it as well!

I work full time (+some) and I spend most my free time playing MW2 😭

I'm also suffering writers block. I'll start something, the beginning and middle are awesome and then I get to the end and it starts to sound like a toddler wrote it so please, bare with me