#TF141 x Child y/n

[wintersplctice]

Abusive Orphanage

TF141 x Y/n (Child, age your choice.)

Contains: Language, violence, mention of abuse, child abuse, etc?

You’ve been at the “Good dreams” orphanage for (Certain amount of years) and your sick of it. You are beaten if you don’t do things right and even if you do things that are small mistakes like drop a pencil by accident or talk out of turn. You hide your scars, bruises, wounds, etc under a (fav color) hoodie and black leggings. You are normally quiet and always hides in the corners. Today, you were drawing some of (Random things, doodles). Task Force 141 decided they wanted to adopt a child, so they went to the “Good dreams” orphanage and entered being greeted by a Ct (Caretaker) as they went to go talk to the kids and decide who they wanted. Soap, Price, Ghost, and Gaz went while the others stayed at base or in missions or on errands. Soap and Ghost notice you and get Gaz and Prices attention as the four walk over to you just sitting on a window sill with pillows. You’re always alone. “Whatcha, drawin lass?” Soap asked in his Scottish accent. You look up at him but don’t respond. You show him your random drawings. They’re quite detailed. “That’s some good drawings. You draw good, lassie.” Price replied. Do they always say “Lass” or “Laddie”? You continue to draw as Ghost seemed to have taken some interest in you. “What’s your name, love?” *Ghost asked in a deep menacing voice. “…Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n..” you answer quietly. “How old are ye lass?” Soap asked. “Y/g…(Your age choice )..”You’re getting stared down by some of the CT’s, making sure you act right. Ghost noticed how you slightly had one leg in the air and Gaz, Soap, and Price noticed too. “Something wrong with ya leg there Y/n?” Gaz asked. You had sprained your ankle and it hurts to put any pressure. You’re not allowed to roll up pants or sleeves for others to see. “Aye lass? Can ye roll up ye pant leg for us?” Soap asked in a soft tone. You hesitated. “It’s okay, you can pull up your pant leg.” Price reassured. You were about to pull them up when a ct grabbed your arm. “I’m so sorry gentlemen but Y/n has something she had to do! Pls excuse us!” The ct said with a sickly sweet voice. Your dragged to a “Orphans and Cts only” part of the orphanage and your pulled into. Closet before getting slapped in the face. “What was that?! You’re not allowed to do any sort of things infront of adults!Especially when they’re in the military!” The ct yelled. You later came back out and Pricd, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap are waiting for you. They notice the red mark and immediately thought about to adopt you. They discussed and came up to you. “Hey lass, how ‘bout ye come with us?” Soap asked.!”adoption basically.” Ghost said. You hesitated before nodding. They filled out a few forms before taking you with them. They haven’t discovered the scars or wounds yet.

Pt 2 of adopted Y/n? I’ll have main thing in title like “assassin y/n” from the previous story! Let me know if ye want a pt of Adopted Y/‘ or assassin y/n! ^.”.^

[daisies-daydreams]

Hi! Can I request of TF141 x Fem! Reader who is cold hearted when going in war but she kind snd smile when helping the civilians and children. Like the tf141 never see Y/n smile after joining the military. And when they see her smile the first time, they felt heart warm and almost cry see Y/n smile as an angel.

Take all the time you want. No need to rush.

Pairing: TF141 x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Category: Fluff & Angst

Warnings: Suggestive Comments, Blood, Injuries, Swearing, Depictions of Child Labor

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! (I love your incorrect COD quotes btw, they’re so much fun to read! ☺️).

“Bliz”

That’s what you were known as when you were in the SAS. It was short for “Blizzard”, and that you were. Your taciturn and cold demeanor made other soldiers weary of your presence.

“We call her Blizzard cause ‘Ice Queen’ was just too damn long,” you remember on of your fellow soldiers remarking when he thought you couldn’t hear him. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to deal with such idiocy now that you’ve been recruited into Task Force 141. When you walked into Captain John Price’s office and he congratulated you on being selected, he seemed a bit put off by your stern attitude.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Captain Price,” you replied, your lips in a straight line. The Captain gave you a small smile.

“We’re on the same team now. Just call me Price,” he said. You stood in place and straighter your shoulders.

“I prefer to call my fellow soldiers and superiors by their rank,” you explained with a flat tone.

Your introduction to the rest of 141 went about the same way.

“Hey there! Name’s Soap. Nice to have a new face on the team!” Soap beamed with an outstretched hand. You eyed him up and down, mouth curved in a frown.

“Thanks,” you muttered as you shifted in place. Soap’s hand twitched slightly as he lowered it to his side. He watched you introduce yourself to Ghost and Gaz before you brushed past them.

“Come on. We have a meeting in five,” you stated. The three men watched you walk towards Price’s office for the newest mission’s pre-briefing. Soap clicked his tongue before walking in the same direction with Ghost and Gaz, your frame already out of sight.

“I thought ‘Blizzard’ was just an exaggeration,” Soap muttered.

“She’s SAS-you know the shite she’s probably seen,” Ghost said. Soap sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Not every girl’s gonna want to get into your pants, Johnny,” Gaz retorted. Soap scoffed.

“That’s not-“ Ghost and Gaz gave him a knowing, sideways glance. Soap huffed through his nose. “Ah, what do you know? Probably haven’t even held hands with a lass,” Soap waved. Gaz’s nostrils flared but he kept walking. The men rounded the corner and stepped into the office. You were standing at the other side of the room, your arms crossed and brows slightly furrowed. Soap could’ve sworn that he saw you narrow your eyes at him.

“Right. Let’s begin,” Price said. A thick layer of unease settled over the room during the prebriefing. Soap would glance over at you every once in a while. You were like a statue, your eyes glued to the Captain as he explained the ins and outs of the mission.

“Your objective is to infiltrate a weapons manufacturing plant in the town of Nahr. It belongs to one of Al-Qatala’s allies: the Riah Sharquia,” Price explained.

“The Eastern Wind?” you asked.

“Never heard of them,” Ghost added. Price nodded.

“They’ve been operating underground for the past ten years. Just announced themselves publicly about a few weeks ago,” he stated. You nodded, gaze intensely set on the Captain.

“Anyway, back to what I was saying. You are to capture the head of the western plant, Adil Malik, and interrogate him,” he continued. “Best to keep your wits about you: These bastards have the region in an iron grip. They’ve been taking local people and forcing them to assemble their weapons…mostly children,” he continued. Your face twisted into a deep scowl, hands clenched into tight fists. It didn’t go unnoticed by Soap.

“Wheels up at seventeen-hundred tonight,” Price said with a nod. Time flew by quickly and before he knew it, Soap was sitting next to you on the flight. You were sandwiched between him and Ghost, the two imposing men towering over you even as you sat down. Gaz sat nearby along with some other soldiers crowded in the bay. Soap leaned over with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, Bliz,” he smiled. You kept your gaze forward, lips sealed tightly. “What smells like red paint but is blue?” Soap snickered. Ghost rolled his eyes, as if he were one to talk about bad jokes.

“Blue paint,” you replied shortly with a straight face. Soap twisted his lips.

“Yeah that’s…that’s right,” he muttered awkwardly. Some soldiers across from you whispered, only to cease when they realized your icy gaze was locked on them. Soap sighed and leaned back as much as he could.

It was going to be a very long flight.

+++

You pushed through the rickety door, splinters flying across the room.

“BLIZ! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ARSE BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” Ghost barked. You gasped at the sight before you: a group of children huddled together in the corner of the filthy sweatshop. You heard the lieutenant rush up behind you. His eyes widened when he saw the group of gaunt faces.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he seethed while clenching his fists. You stepped forward and pulled your black mask down, revealing a gentle look on your face. A small lump formed in the lieutenant’s throat as he watched you kneel down on one knee.

“It’s okay. We aren’t going to hurt you,” you cooed softly as you slowly held out your hand. A young boy shuffled forward, hesitantly slipping his hand into yours. You helped him up, causing the other children to mutter to each other.

“GHOST! BLIZ! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!” Gaz suddenly shouted over the coms. “THEY FUCKING RIGGED THE PLACE TO BLOW!” Both of you exchanged glances before looking back at the kids.

“Aitabieni,” you said calmly. Some children anxiously huddled near your side as you rushed them forward. Ghost surveyed the area before motioning to move.

“Soap, are the exits clear?” Ghost asked.

“Aye,” the Scotsman replied.

A sense of relief washed over you as you saw sunlight pour through a crack in the exit door. A sudden shriek pierced through the hallway, causing you to stop in your tracks. The other children ran past you as you whipped your head around. A young girl was crying as she held her bleeding foot, a shard of glass with crimson on it lying nearby.

“BLIZ! DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP!” Ghost bellowed. You sprinted down the hallway, grabbing the child and scooping her into your arms as you rushed outside. Just as you reached the gate, you heard a rancorous crack behind you.

“(Y/N)!” Ghost shouted. You curled yourself over the small one, keeping your arms wrapped around their head. The shockwaves sent you tumbling forward. Rubble flew past you as you did your best to shield her from the blast. You held onto the child tightly as the ringing in your ears continued to bombard you. The smoke and embers were searing hot as they cascaded from what remained of the building. You coughed when the dust finally began to settle.

You looked down in your arms, relieved to see that the child was still breathing. The young girl had her face nuzzled into your chest, hands white-knuckling your shirt as she sobbed. You heard Ghost's muffled shouting as he ran towards you, helping you while Soap took the little girl. You tried to stand, only to fall on the ground. The world was spinning as Ghost picked you up in his arms.

“Make sure they’re safe,” you smiled weakly before your vision suddenly went black.

+++

You gasped as you shot upwards on a hard surface. You groaned as a throbbing pain shot through your skull. A dark haired man stood near you, his lips curving into a smile when he locked eyes with you.

“She’s awake!” he sang, his voice slightly muffled. You grunted as you tried to sit up, only to fall back down on the scratchy mat.

“Easy there, Bliz,” Soap said as he came to kneel by your side. You blinked a few times, your vision becoming less blurred.

“Where…what?” your voice croaked. Ghost and Gaz stood in the corner, their attention quickly shifting from their conversation over to you. All of you were in a small room, a lamp dimly lighting up the space. You trailed your fingers over your head, feeling at the blood-soaked bandages.

“You took quite the spill out there,” Soap said. He tilted his head towards the man who was preoccupied with preparing some medicine. “Doctor Kaan said he wasn’t too keen to taking in outsiders-but since you saved his wee lass, he made an exception,” the soldier beamed. A small face suddenly appeared behind the unknown man. Your eyes widened when you realized it was the young girl you had rescued from the hallway. She smiled sheepishly as the man turned and patted her head. He swiveled back to look at you, a wide smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

“Thanks to you, my little Emel has come back to me,” he choked. The girl tugged on his shirt. He chuckled as he brought her into his arms, kissing her forehead gently. The doctor stepped closer, holding your hand and shaking it. “Thank you, thank you,” he sobbed repeatedly. Your cheeks tinted with pink as the corners of your mouth finally curved into a complete smile. Soap felt his heart flutter as he stared at your soft, angelic face. Even the corners of Ghost’s eyes crinkled, and Gaz couldn’t help but crack a small grin. Your face truly shined like the sun when you smiled.

“Anything for the little ones,” you beamed.

+++

Epilogue

Soap watched you with a bright smile as you kicked the football back to a group of kids. They giggled and went on with their game. The empty streets before were starting to bustle back to life. Ghost and Gaz were…busy at the moment. Soap strode over to where you were seated. Your peaceful expression shifted into a slight frown.

“What is it, Sergeant MacTavish?” you asked bluntly. His shoulders bounced as he slid next to you.

“You know you can just call me Soap, right?” he nudged your arm. You rolled your eyes, only to flinch when the ball came flying towards you. Soap reached his hands out, catching it just inches from your face. You blinked as he chuckled and threw it back to the kids.

“How’d you do that?” you asked. He looked at you with a glint in his eye.

“I might have a tad bit of practice,” Soap hummed. You gave him an unreadable expression before turning back to the game.

“Thank you…Soap,” you murmured while looking forward. He grinned.

“Anytime, bonnie”.

————

Thank you for reading! ❤️

@silverwolf-108

[gothicflowers]

Alejandro x Reader

“You speak Spanish?”

SFW Fluff

Warnings: Fluff

It was just a crush at first. I mean he’s tall, dark, handsome and a voice that will make your knees weak. You felt like a teen again blushing every time you were around him. It’s been six months since you stepped off that plane and were greeted by Alejandro. He quickly picked out an affectionate nickname for you. Unknowingly to you he loved seeing you blush whenever he called you it.

He admires your eyes, your laugh, the way you fidget with your clothes when he talks to you. But most of all how caring you were. You always checked in on everyone after missions. You had a way of speaking and showing love and compassion in everything you do. He wants to give you the world. He wants a necklace around your neck with both your names engraved. He realized it all when he found you lounging on the old couch in the garage wrapped up in his blanket reading book.

“What is that book your reading about”

“It’s a love story”

“You read love stories, I didn’t take you as a reader”

“Most people read to escape a reality to go to one they want to be in”

“Is that what you desire”

“What”

“Love, and romance. That is what you want.”

“I guess so”

“Do you not have that waiting for you at home”

“No, I don’t think there is a man who understands this job and could meet my needs who would be willing to love me. Do you have someone?”

“I have my family but not someone to come home to”

Being in tf141 made it almost impossible to have a relationship. How each of your teammates had spouses was something you couldn’t figure out. You had given up on dating or any idea of a future relationship. But over these past months you’ve grown extremely close with Ale. He would bring you books, small trinkets that reminded him of you. Flowers would randomly appear on your table whenever he got back from scouting. Always having your coffee made when you walked into the meeting room. Things that where small but so important to you.

-

The mission was done. A small celebration was held with everyone involved in the operation. The night was finally unwinding and most had turned into their beds for the night. But something had caught your attention. Alejandro’s office door was cracked open and his was talking to Rudy, you’re not one for ease dropping but you could play it off like you where going to grab something from your bed so why not listen in momentarily.

“Me he enamorado de ella pero no quiero alejarla. Ella es todo lo que quiero, todo lo que jamás podría soñar. No quiero que t/n se vaya sin que yo diga lo que tengo que decir.” (I have fallen in love with her but I won’t want to pull her away. She is everything I want, all I could ever dream of. I don’t want y/n to leave without me saying what I need to say) his voice was desperate and full for worry. It was clear in Rudy’s body language from what you could see that this wasn’t the first time Alejandro was talking about you this way.

Entonces ve y dile cómo te sientes hermano. (Then go and tell her brother) Rudy was practically begging and laughing at the same time for Ale to confess to you.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He felt the same way about you. Slowly backing away from the door you practically skipped like a child to outside to your recent lounge spot. What do you do now?

-

It was well past midnight when you heard footsteps coming up from behind.

“Seen you out here so I thought maybe you’d like some company” Alejandro’s deep voice said.

“I always enjoy your company” you shyly say to him with your cheeks blush covered by the night sky.

He sat next to you on the bench for two. The crickets chirping and the breeze was a soothing silence. You needed to tell him, just get it off your chest. The mission was over. So if this conversation doesn’t go well you will be heading back to base in two days anyways and you could forget about him.

“You know all you have to do is ask”

“What do you mean mi amor” his eyes staring deep into yours.

“Pídeme que me quede contigo y lo haré. Te escuché hablar con Rudy y he estado tratando de encontrar una manera de decirte lo mismo” (Ask me to stay for you and I will. I overheard you talking with Rudy and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you the same thing.)

Ale looked at you in shock. Partly in shock that you just said that all in fluent Spanish but that you’re asking him to take you.

A brief second of panic sets in when he continues to say nothing. Then his lips are crashing into yours. His lips are soft and are in perfect sync with your lips moving against his.

“Stay with me. We can build a life together.”

“I will stay for you Alejandro”

He pulled you in for another passionate kiss. After what felt like eternity you both pulled apart for air. Foreheads still touching. His eyes blown full of joy and love for you.

“You didn’t tell me you spoke Spanish”

“You asked if I knew enough to get by, not if I was fluent”

[league-of-sam]

Don't Be Shy | Konig x Reader

Kӧnig x TF141 x AFAB!Reader

PART FOUR

Summary: Transferred against your will to a new task force to calm a troubled soldier, you felt way in over your head - especially when you came face to face with a 6'10" mountain of Austria. 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, human trafficking, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

1 / 2 / 3 / 5

It was mission day.

Training over the last two weeks had been exhausting, but the payoff was right around the corner.

The mission was simple – get in, get the hostages, get out.

Fender had been given intel of another AQ human trafficking den on the border of Serbia, and it was KorTac’s job to get them out and get them to safety.

Simple enough, and something this task force has done a hundred times over. That didn’t stop the nerves from creeping up from within you, though. it didn't feel right, being on a mission without the 141, without your family.

How much could you truly trust the people around you?

Now you sat, clutching your rifle to your chest, surrounded by the rest of the team; all of you clad in the best tactical gear that Laswell had to offer.

You scanned the room, desperate for a glimpse of the giant man that had clouded both your heart and your brain, frowning when you came up empty.

Kӧnig had been…odd to deal with.

But you were quick to learn that that was just him. He was sweet, quiet, kind, thoughtful, fidgety. It made you like him all the more, and you were so incredibly bad at hiding it. Ghost almost had a heart attack when you admitted about your little crush, the man had to be held back by Soap, Gaz, and Price to stop him ‘coming down there to get you and shoot him’.

And people said Price was the father of the group!

After spending three hours convincing Ghost you were just fine, Kӧnig had knocked your door, ready for his next lesson. You’d made an agreement – he opened up to you, working on his issues with social interaction, and you would teach him to be a better sniper.

It worked, you thought, and you were finally breaking down some of his walls.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you so quiet and closed off?” You asked tentatively, putting your rifle back into its protective carrier.

“Was, how you say, bullied? As a child, I was always big, and the other children made many comments and hurt me.”

Your heart hurt hearing him say this. You were no stranger to bullies, having been picked on your entire childhood also.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“You do?” he said, voice surprised.

You smiled softly, “Yeah. Kids aren’t nice. Adults are even worse. Still happens every now and then, people underestimating me or thinking I don’t deserve to be here.”

“That’s horrible.”

“It is. I can understand why you wear the hood all the time, keeps people away from something else they can use.”

“Ja.”

“I sometimes wish I had something, but Ghost always told me not to go down that road. He says it’s a hard one to come back from.”

“It is true. It’s scary, revealing yourself.”

“I’m sure it is, but it’s scary wanting to cover up, too.”

“Why would you want to?”

You frowned, looking away from him as you continued to pack your things, “Because I don’t like the way I look. Sometimes, I wish people couldn’t see me.”

He looked at you, dumbfounded, “Aber du bist so hübsch. (But you’re so pretty.)”

“What?”

He blushed, looking at his shoes, “Oh, um, you are just kind. I am sad for you.”

“I’m sad for you too, Kӧnig.” You smiled, “But it’s alright. Those people mean nothing now. I used their hate to help my anxiety, and now I’m here to help you improve yours.”

“(Y/N), I think you are helping.”

“Yeah? I think so too.”

He stepped a little closer to you, his movements stopping you in your tracks.

“Ich habe noch nie ein so schӧnes gesicht gesehen, Schatz. (I have never seen such a beautiful face, sweetheart.)” He whispered, his fingers barely touching your chin as he tipped it, making you look up at him.

Your breath was caught in your throat, heat rising to your cheeks as you melted into his touch. You reached up, your hand cupping his as it moved to your cheek.

Your heart thudded in your chest as he stepped closer to you, the other hand slipping around to rest on your waist.

Before you knew it, your body was pressed against his, the two of you searching each other’s eyes for any sign to stop.

There was none, but as soon as your fingers grazed the bottom of that damned hood, moving to lift it away, the familiar jingle of the ringtone set for Price echoed around the walls.

You fumbled, stepping back from the giant, “F-fuck…I- sorry, it’s Price I-I have to take it.”

Kӧnig released a long breath as you moved away from him, whispering to himself, “Oh, mein gott. (Oh, my God.)”

He barely paid notice to you speaking with your Captain, until something you said caught his attention, making his heart shatter.

“Yes, Price,” you laughed, “As soon as the job is done, I’ll be on my merry way.”

You were leaving?

“Yeah!” you spoke again, turning to smile at him briefly, “He’s doing well, I think he’ll be fine here. No- Captain, listen…you know what Ghost is like! It’s just a job, right? So, when I’m done, I’ll be back, promise.”

What?

‘It’? Were you talking about him like that?

Did you really think of him as nothing but a mission, something for you to fix and then leave behind once the work was done?

“I’m just a job?” he said, voice small as he watched you put your phone down.

You stood confused for a moment, until you looked back at your phone, reliving the conversation with Price.

“N-no, Kӧnig, t-that’s not what I meant by that-”

“I’m just another task for you to complete before you go leaving to your elite task force, ja?”

His voice raised with every word as he angrily collected his own things. Hurt seeped from him, and you could understand exactly why.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you pleaded, “Yes, I was brought here to do a job, but you are not just a job to me. You’re a human being!”

“A human being you were brought here to babysit.”

“Yes! I was! But that wasn’t my fault! I didn’t fucking want to!”

Your frustration got the better of you, and you snapped. No, you didn’t want to be someone’s babysitter. You were an SAS-trained sniper, for crying out loud. But you’d seen someone in need and stayed.

And you were so glad you did.

But he didn’t see it that way, who could blame him?

“Okay, sergeant. Danke for the lesson.” He said, and he nodded to you, turning towards the exit.

“Kӧnig, please- don’t leave, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-”

He ignored you, shaking his head as he flung the door open, the noise echoing around the shooting range. You winced, tears welling in your eyes as you watched his hulking form stalk away from you.

That’s the last he spoke to you.

It was the last you’d even seen him.

For three days.

He didn’t come to the shooting range, he hadn’t been showing up for training, and he hadn’t been eating from the canteen.

You never meant to hurt him or pry too far, but it was why you were here. To help him understand about teamwork and morale, to help him understand that not every person was out to get him. But you never meant to make him feel like he was just a job, just another assignment.

In a last ditch effort, you scanned the room again, and your heart skipped a beat as blue eyes pierced yours.

He was leaning against the concrete pillar on his left, arms crossed over his vest, hip stuck out as one of his feet rested in front of the other. Your eyes examined his frame, subconsciously licking your lips as you took in his appearance. He looked even bigger with all the gear on…even better.

Kӧnig blushed furiously under your gaze, flustered as he tore his eyes away from you to look back at his superior, who’s voice was booming around the room.

“Karma!” his voice made you jump, head snapping forward, “You will be taking primary overwatch. The snipers are to follow your command.”

“Yes, sir.” You answered.

Fuck.

“Now, the mission is simple. We will take the trucks down through the mountain pass, and there is a guard under our pay to let us pass without issue on the border. Roze.” Fender spoke, passing the baton to his second in command.

“From there, Contact Team 1 will press west, taking the building from behind. Contact Team 2 will follow after breach, collecting the hostages and running them to the van that is waiting. I will be driving that.”

“The Sniper team will head east, setting up overwatch to take out any stragglers that push through from the breach, am I clear?” Fender finished.

Several voices answered in unison, nods and encouraging looks thrown around the room between comrades.

You only squeezed your gun tighter, teeth sinking into the flesh of your lips.

KorTac was so different to 141.

The journey to missions would be silent, all of you quiet from the weight of what you were about to endure.

But not here.

People were chatting away, making jokes, making plans for the evening as if they were so certain they’d even make it home. It completely terrified you. The only thing keeping you alive was the promise you made to get back to your boys.

No wonder Kӧnig hated it here…so did you.

Somehow, the journey felt like it took forever, but no time at all at the same time. Something wasn’t right, you could feel it deep within you. Even the encouraging texts from the 141 group chat weren’t helping, despite Soap insisting that his flurry of memes was appropriate.

It wasn’t long until you were in position, the front of your body damp from the moisture in the grass surrounding you.

“Karma to Actual, Sniper team in position, waiting on count.” You spoke quietly, nodding to your team to settle.

“Copy that, Karma. Contact Team 1 is on route for your position.” Fender replied.

As soon as he said that, the sound of combat boots connecting with the ground flooded the air around you, legs wading past with guns held high on the target. Your heart skipped as you caught a flash of red and white stripes as Kӧnig moved past you.

He moved swiftly and silently, completely in his element.

Now was the time you’d see him in action; you’d see the crazy that everyone warned you about.

“In position, sir.” He spoke, his accent thick as he whispered into his comms, taking up position in front of the doors.

Moving the scope to settle on him, you peeked through, gasping as you saw he had no weapon at all on him. It was just him and his fists.

They genuinely did just use him as a human battering ram.

“On your count then, soldier.”

You watched him as he took a final breath before his voice flowed in your ear, “Eins…zwei…drei…

Einsetzen! (one…two…three…engage!)”

On cue, the splintering of wood echoed around the trees, and the popping of gunfire and the screams of women followed.

“Okay everyone, on your mark! Let’s clear the way.” You commanded.

One by one, you shot your rifle with ample precision, taking out the AQ soldiers that tried to escape the hands of Kӧnig, and the rest of Contact Team 1.

“This why they call you Karma?” Calisto’s voice sounded.

You let out a laugh, “Indeed it is.”

“Badass!”

As yours and König’s team cleaned out the AQ, contact team 2 made their way in to collect the hostages. That’s when you got the ‘all clear’ to move in, offering any aid needed to the poor victims.

You moved quickly, throwing your rifle over your shoulder as you stumbled down the hill towards the building, your team following swiftly behind you. The doors swung open, and a crowd of dirty and frightened women poured out, Roze pulling up with the van and ushering them in.

It was seemingly over, and you threw a small smile to Kӧnig as he helped one of the smaller girls out of the building. He looked back at you, holding your gaze for a moment, until screams and cries and yells of commands tore your attention away.

Running towards the group with a fully loaded semi-auto was a straggler, the last AQ soldier that had apparently been missed, and he was headed right for Kӧnig and the little girl.

You tossed your gun aside, not even taking a second to think, and ran as fast as your legs would take you towards them.

You ignored every order to stand down, every yell from Fender to fall back.

But no one was as quick as you to react.

You reached them just as the bullets started spraying, the force in which you banged into Kӧnig knocking him to the floor as you scooped the girl in your arms to shield her.

Somehow, you’d managed to save them both from the oncoming assault, but your complete disregard for your own life came to bite back at you as you screamed, a searing, burning pain shooting through your thigh as a bullet struck you.

Roze yelled, reaching for the child as you tossed her forward, falling to the ground when another bullet shot into your back.

Your vest protected you from deadly harm, but the force of the impact had you fall to your knees, landing on your front in a daze.

The rest of the team didn’t even get a chance to unload their own weapons into the enemy, as Kӧnig shot up, tears pricking his eyes as he ran at the soldier, tossing him into the air and bringing him back down over his bent knee.

A sickening crack of bones echoed through the valley, until silence fell, and the only sound was your laboured whimpering in the grass.

Until that wasn’t heard either.

Your body went limp.

And your vision faded to black.

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I got some boost from @coldqueenuv, so here it goes.

"Understand me"| Ghost x reader

Chapter 2

Few years have passed, by your side, Makarov did a lot of missions successfully. But now, you were on your vacation, not your will, but you had to for two and a half years.

While Makarov is working hard to protect you two, you're raising your daughter somewhere in the wildness, away from other people and away from Makarov's sight.

It's hard for you, raising a child on your own, but you know it has to be like that for few more years. She was 5 years old, you were pregnant, after two months after you came to Makarov, you told him you were pregnant. It would be a perfect new start. Well it should have been like that if HE didn't show up.

Your daughter Sonya, was trained for situations like this. You had your code "The play begins!" and she'll hide herself in a basket in the basement. They captured you after a good fight with them, but you hid her, and that's the main 'mission'.

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"Where's Makarov?" –"In your ass!" Ghost couldn't take it anymore and without thinking he punched you. "WHERE IS HE?!" –"You'll never find them!!"

"Them? You mean there are more Makarovs?" -"Yeah, you're looking at one of them." silence was between TF141. They didn't expect to see you alive, then they found out that you're married to the terrorist.

Price was looking at you with sympathy, he is like a father to you, and he can just think what have you been through. With him, you spoke normally after they captured you like you never left their side. He knows why you left them, but it breaks his heart knowing you're with a person who's once your enemy.

Kyle and Soap were betrayed, they would like to hug you right now, but their inner self was against it. Once the best trio, was now looking at eachother in annoyance.

And Ghost was destroyed inside. There wasn't Simon Riley anymore. Just a monster called Ghost. He was looking at you with disgust. How could you, not Kyle, not Soap, but YOU, his closest comrade, a person he had feelings for but he didn't show it because he was afraid he would lose you, betray him. The only thing he could see in you is anger and fearless leader that's ready to sacrifice herself for the one she loves.

"I won't ask again, L/N." –"I won't repeat myself, Lieutenant."

"Okay, you two that's... Do you hear that?" Just as Price said that, the explosion happend that made you all blind for few moments. Your team came to save you from the base, together with your husband.

"Don't let them escape! She's everything we got!!" Ghost yelled at the guards, but it was too late. While they were trying to save you, Makarov made three teams for different missions: 1) team for saving you; 2) team for distraction; 3) team for picking up intel. And they didn't have a chance against Makarov's army.

After Makarov and you have left, TF141 was, together with the other teams, cleaning base from dead bodies. You could fear the frustration in the air.

"Ghost, maybe you should sit down a bit." Soap said to him when he saw him throwing things around.

"How?! Y/N is with that Russian pig that attacked our base, now you're telling me to sit down. I don't even have.....cigar..."he put his hand in his pocket and found a piece of paper –"Simon, what is it?"

"A note. This is Y/N's handwriting."

"What does it say?" Kyle asked

"I did left, I made a mistake, but now I can't come back because I need to protect my blood, my younger self, but she has to know that she doesn't share blood with Makarov. Save her, Simon, that's all I ask from you. It's too late for me... I know you'll understand what I wrote to you."

"We have to save her. Both of them." Simon rushed to take his equipment and start preparing for a new mission. –"Who is she talking about?!" Price asked

"My daughter."

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Sleep Schedule… (Pt2 of “Abusive orphanage”

Contains: Bad language, violence, mention of weapons, mention of abuse, etc?

You have stayed at the Task Force 141 base for a while…They still don’t know you have any scars from the “Good Wishes” orphanage. Just thinking about the horrible place sends chills down your spine! I’m the “Good Dreams” orphanage, your set in a specific time you wake up and go to sleep. 5 am and curfew is 10 pm. Thought you were most punished for staying asleep to long since your more of a night owl and not a morning bird. So every time you wake up at exactly 5 am and go out into the common room (area to hang out and relax) Ghost, who’s mainly the first person to pretty much wake up, always notices you first but you just sit in the corner (drawing, reading) mainly and you always wear some long sleeves and pants even when you wear a hoodie or a cover. (Sweaters, jackets, etc) Today, it’s 4:47 Am and you get ready and wake up fully. When you wake up, you can’t go back to sleep. You brush your teeth, your hair, get dressed, any other necessities you do in the morning (can’t be anything with devices. Sorry!) and head out into the common room except…Soap, Ghost, Price, and Gaz are in there already. Waiting for you…Soap and Gaz who are still a little bit sleepy but they’re all concerned. “Whatcha doin up this early, lass/lad?” (I’m so sorry I forgot to add “lass(laddie)/lad! I might tend to forget up ahead when I continue the story! Apologies in advance!!) Soap said tiredly. “…What are you doing this early though?” You asked confused on how they’re up before you and trying to change the subject. “Don’t change the subject, Y/n.” Ghost says in a deep menacing voice that sends shivers down your spine. “Go back to sleep, y/n” Gaz said also sleepy as hell like Soap. “You shouldn’t even be up this early.” Price said. “I’m fine I assure you.” You say. It’s not fully true but your body adjusted to the time of waking up and going to sleep since the more you slept in, the more you were punished back at “Good Dreams” orphanage. You grabbed your (sketching book, reading book) and went to your usual corner and sat down. They all just looked at you concerned. Time skip to 8:35 am you felt even more sleepy but dealt with it anyway. You remembered that you’ve been limping around this whole time around the base and they might have noticed (definitely have) and you out more weight on your sprain. You got that sprain from trying to talk back to them about your sleep schedule and they almost broke your leg. Thankfully, they showed mercy…THIS time…unlike others, some had broken fingers, shoulders, etc! That place was crazy! You got up and started to walk to get some cereal since that’s your main favorite breakfast unlike the “oatmeal” they gave you every breakfast. Let’s face it, that “oAtMeAl”, was straight sludge! A pig would even refuse it! (No offense to the piggies ^.”.^) at most you would call it poison! They didn’t even feed you till you were full because they always said, “If your full, then you’ve eaten to much!” Which was absurd but how would you know? You were practically raised there! When you forced yourself to put more pressure on your sprain, your leg gave out almost causing you to face plant if it wasn’t for Soap who caught you. Gaz and Soap are fully awake now. “Woah there Lass/Lad! Ye got to be more careful!” Soap said. They all knew your leg was definitely wrong. Not like wrong, but…Hurt or smth! “Hey Y/n, roll up your pant leg.” The Lieutenant (Ghost) commanded. You hesitated once again remembering what happened before but you went down and rolled up your leg. It was bruised and swollen. Well, that was atleast at your ankle. Up above there were scars and scratches, gashes and slashes, etc! They all looked concerned, and pissed. They took you to the medic and you had it tended too. Lunch time, you fell asleep on Soaps shoulder instead of Ghosts this time. “We all agree that wer’ suing the Fuck, out of that orphanage, aye?” Soap said as they made sure you were dead asleep. “It’s clear that lass/lad has some sort of specific time schedule!” Gaz stated. “Shut up! You’ll wake the kid!” Price scolded. “She needs rest now..”

(Hint for part three, ”Food habit…” is the title..) ^.”.^

[wintersplctice]

Different post! This is TF141 x fem!child user(age 11)

May include language, weapons, and violence!

Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz were on a mission and they spotted you in a building surrounded by men most likely terrorists. You were wearing a black hoodie and black leggings. For some reason, you didn’t seem that scared? They came barging in and they immediately took them out. You looked quite surprised to see them. Backstory of you, you were just a babe when you were found by assassins who trained you relentlessly. Five hours of sleep maximum, only three meals a day without snacks. 17 hours of training, 2 of those hours for free time and the time for your meals. You were known as the best assassin and sent out on missions since you were 7.

Your strengths are: agility, fast reaction time, etc.

weaknesses: heavy objects, comfy positions since you tend to get sleepy fast but you get punished bad if you sleep more then five hours, fear of talking out of line, etc.

End of backstory!

You had your knife out and pointed at them but that doesn’t compare with their guns pointed at you. You learned that knives are for close combat and guns are distant but also can be used as close combat. Your more skilled at a gun then a knife but guns are heavier for you which is a weakness of yours. Soap spoke, “Who ‘re ye, what’s ‘yre name lassie?” he spoke. You had lots of scars which they took note on. “First, who are you and why should I tell you?” You spoke with a voice not backing down. They could tell you’ve been through things so they decided to spill. “Captain John Price. Call me Price”

“Johnny Soap MacTavish. Call me Soap, nice to meet ya lass”

“Kyle Gaz Garrick. Call me Gaz.”

*Ghost more of didn’t want to say but Price gave him a look so he said if in a deep and spine chilling voice,”Simon Ghost Riley. Ghost.” Well damn. That’s just great. How welcoming! You took a deep breath. Saying your name should hurt that bad right? “Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n…” you said still on edge. (Can have middle name or not.) “Can ye put the knife down now, lass?” Soap said in a softer tone. They knew you were a young age just not certain how old. “…Fine” you finally considered as she tossed the knife a few feet away from her to the floor. “How old are you, lass?” Price asked. “I gave you my name. Use it. I’m eleven.” Dang you didn’t have to be that harsh but they got somewhat of it. Give Soap a few minutes and he’ll go back to calling you Lass. “Why are you here, Y/n?” Price asked. “Some important documents or smth.” You said but took it back. Why did you have to tell them this? It’s none of their business. But you were too tired to care. You only had four hours to sleep since you have been staying up longer than usual because of some training you had to do. “Why don’t you come with us?” Gaz offered. Ghost watching just in case anymore men are coming. “…Very well.” Well fuck it. Why not? It’s not like they seem super weak. They can handle a few assassins right? When you get into their van Price is the one driving and Soap, Ghost, Gaz, are in the back with you. “Why aren’t one of you in the passengers seat?” You asked confused. “So you aren’t lonely!” Gaz said with the a smile trying to make you feel comfortable. How much it’s working is not so much. Further in you fell asleep onto Ghosts shoulder but the tough guy didn’t shove you off which made Gaz and Soap tease him like no tomorrow. They got a few hits on the head when they made it to base but not from Ghost, from you because you don’t like teasing.

Shall I make a part two?