#alex keller x GN!reader

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I need more Alex. #8 with him? 🙏🏼

SMUT PROMPTS: Alex Keller Drabble; “Crying Because Of How Good It Feels” (GN!Reader) - NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Alex groans as he tries his best to stay still, but fuck—you’ve already made him cum twice and he’s so fucking sensitive. “God—just.. slow—slow down, yeah?” Alex laughs, trying to bargain with you as your hand keeping pumping his weeping cock. His laugh turns into a breathy noise escaping his throat, his left leg—which is a prosthetic—jolts a bit. “Why? Does it hurt?” You murmur, nipping at his exposed shoulder.

Alex huffs and shrugs, eyes shut tight as he tries to control the brimming tears. “S..SensitivE—oh, Jesus, please—“ He pushes out, panting as your hand mercilessly speeds up, your thumb pushing right under the tip of his cock and squeezing your hand around it, almost like you’re trying to wring all of his loads out of him.

“Aww, come on, you can take it, Alex,” You purr, enjoying the way his teeth clench. His grip on the armrests tighten as you don’t let up. “C’mon, want you to cum for me.. Come on, baby..” You encourage, watching his tears slip out from under his eyelids, sliding down his cheek. “mMmh.. Fuck!” Alex sobs, no longer able to control his hips as he fucks up into your hand, spilling his cum all over your knuckles and his stomach, dripping into his happy trail.

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Doomed | Alex Keller x GN! Reader

TW for angst, mentions of dementia.

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare Masterlist | 18+ MDNI | Doomed // I Prevail |

Lazily walking through the foyer, flipping through the flyers, and assorted bills that came in that day, you paused for a minute. Seeing a return address belonging to a genetic testing facility.

"Hey, were you expecting genetic results?" You called into the house. Placing the rest of the mail on the counter before finding him. Letter in hand.

The colour draining from his face, and muscles tensing was a giveaway that this wasn't spam. Taking a deep breath in, he held out his hand. Silently asking for his mail.

"What testing did you get done?" You asked curiously, leaning against the doorway as you watched him open the envelope with shaky hands. Eyes scanning over the letter inside, jaw tightening as he flipped the page.

"Alex?" You pushed off the doorframe, hoping to get some answers about the mystery document. Jumping slightly when he quickly folded the paper and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Don't worry about it," he snapped, regret immediately filling his gut when he saw the pain he inflicted. "It's nothing, I swear." 

You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding eye contact as he sighed. Taking a step toward you, chest aching as you took a step back. Shaking your head slowly.

"I'm worrying about it; people don't get genetic testing done for fun. Whatever it is that you do or don't have, I'm here for you. I will always be here, if you let me in." Your voice was smaller than he ever heard it, words saturated with genuine concern and emotion. 

Biting the inside of his cheek, eyes scanning you up and down. Berating himself internally for making you feel this way; watching as you curled in on yourself. He knew without a shadow of doubt that telling you his results would resolve the solution. Clarity would ease the tension in minutes.

Except he couldn't even accept what they revealed. Let alone break the news to you.

"I…" he started, running a hand over the lower half of his face. "I need a bit to figure this out first. To understand what it means before you get too involved. More involved"

It broke you to your core, being an outsider looking in. He knew this, it was one of his favourite traits you held. Empathy, intuition, generosity filled your soul. You are the most wonderful person he's met. You bring out the light from within his soul.

After a few beats of silence, he grabbed his keys from the counter. Pressing a long kiss to your hairline before making his way to the door. Stopping as he heard you whisper:

"Can you at least tell me how worried I should be? Are you dying?"

Without looking back, fighting the tears that blurred his vision he shook his head. 

"No, I'm not dying. It's not quite that serious." Even though it feels like his life has officially ended.

Bidding you one last goodbye, and an "I love you!" He left. Rubbing a hand mindlessly over his sternum as his heart beat firmly inside of his chest.

--

Hands shaking as he drove, wiping at the tears that wet his cheeks every so often. Trying to come to terms with what fate the gods had ruled him. The lines on the paper weighing heavily on his mind.

Pulling into the parking lot, he let out a long breath. Letting his head fall back against the headrest as he watched the different families enter and exit. The idea that you may one day be a routine visitor to a facility like this made him nauseous. 

He wouldn't do that to you.

Wiping his face one last time, he made his way to the entrance. Smiling politely at the receptionist who greeted him.

"Hi Alex, visiting mom again?" She smiled, sliding the sign in sheet closer to his side of the desk. "She's always so happy after your family visits."

Filling in his information, making an effort to ignore his out of character scrawl. "Yeah, told her last week I'd pop in again when I wasn't on call."

Not that she'd remember.

"You're an amazing son. Enjoy the time." With one last nod, he turned. Making his way through the dull halls. Name plates and pictures beside every door, elderly residents strolling with their canes and walkers. Hands deep in his pockets, Alex kept his gaze low. Focusing on the way his sneakers hit the floor with every step. 

This can't be a reality he would expose you to.

"Well oh well, hello handsome!" Head perking up, he was met with Mrs. Pyle. Leaning against her doorway, looking him up and down. "Visiting me, I hope."

"Not today ma'am, but thank you for the offer." This wasn't a new interaction, he learned how to deal with her varying levels of advances long ago. Continuing down the hall, he ignored her wolf whistle. Scanning the rooms until he reached the third last door on the right.

Mary Anne Keller

Room: 37

Knocking softly on the wood, he heard shuffling from the other side. Some soft mumbles before the door swung open; the same blue eyes glancing back at him.

"Hi, I'm so sorry. I wasn't expecting company today." She started, a shallow frown pulling at her lips. Eyes scanning over his face, desperately trying to place where she's seen him before.

"Is it okay if I visit for a little while?" He asked, voice strained by the tightness in his throat. Like a little boy begging for his mom.

When she didn't answer right away, he knew. Some days were better than others; today wasn't one of them.

"Of course, yes. Come in." She stepped back, chuckling softly to herself as she let him step through. Clicking the door shut softly. "What's your name, mister?"

Taking a seat at the small table she had set up, he gave her a sad smile. Watching as she did her best to hide her confusion and concern. Details hazy within her mind, how on earth does she recognize this perfect stranger?

"Alex, it's me, mom. It's Alex. Your son." He reminded gently, smiling as she lit up. Face breaking into a large smile as she stood up to pull him into a hug. Whispering about how much she missed him, and of course I knew that! 

The visit from there went off without a hitch. Him telling stories that would slip her mind by bedtime. Her listening intently, and telling stories from his childhood in perfect detail.

When the care staff popped in to alert her it was time for dinner, Alex stood to leave. Holding his arms out for a hug before he went. Relishing in the familiarity of his mom holding him tight, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. Chastising him about shaving soon.

"I'll be back soon. Promise, mama." He mumbled, holding back tears as her arms loosened. Body tensing as she stepped back. Dread filled his being, knowing what was happening as she took steps toward the door. 

"Thank you for the visit, mister. You remind me so much of someone I know." It took a lot of thought and will power to pretend like that didn't destroy him.

It's not her fault.

--

"Uncle Alex!" His nephew squealed, flinging himself into the older man's legs. Ignoring the firm tone of his mom behind him, reminding him of the rule that you don't open the doors for anyone.

Lifting the small boy up, Alex gave him a light poke to the belly. Smiling as he whispered, "your mom is right. You really shouldn't be opening the door. What if I was a super villan?"

With a loud laugh, he spun the boy around. Eliciting squeals and giggles of amusement as he did so. Feeling small fists smack against his back as he held the boy over his shoulder. Smiling sheepishly when he got a frustrated look from Ellie.

"That's enough super villan, he's supposed to he going to bed." She chastised, opening the door wider to let the two of them in. "Okay buddy, go with dad to brush your teeth and bed. You can see Uncle Alex another day."

Putting his nephew on the ground, watching as he sulked away to get ready. He felt a hand on his arm.

"You got your results?" Ellie whispered, nodding toward the living room. Following her in, he fell back into her couch. Staring up at their ceiling as she continued. "Positive?"

"Everyone always said, out of all of us I took the most after mom." He whispered, fingers carding through his hair. The nausea returned as the results finally became his reality.

Feeling the warmth of a hand on his knee, he looked over. Seeing the knowing gaze of his older sister. "Stop. You're spiraling again, Lexi."

"How many times have I asked you not to call me that?" He rolled his eyes, swatting her hand away.

"How many times have I told you I don't care?" She countered, leaning back against her chair. "Just because it's positive doesn't mean you're definitely ending up with dementia. It means you're higher risk, like the doctors said when we got tested."

"She didn't even remember me, El. She couldn't remember her own son." The tears he had been fighting the last few hours now flowing again. 

"That's not true. Mom remembers us, she's always talking about the silly stuff we got up to." Always looking for the bright side, always looking out for her brothers.

"As kids. She told me I look an awful lot like her son tonight. Mom didn't even realize it was me." A thick silence hung over them. No matter how many times this has happened, no matter how many doctors or nurses reassured them that it's the dementia speaking. It never got any easier.

"It's not easy for her either. Her mind was her pride and joy, outside of us. If she had any say, things wouldn't be like this." Ellie was right, but it didn't take the sting away from the distanced look in their mom's eyes earlier.

Before he could respond, a small voice piped up from the corner of the livingroom. 

"Uncle Alex, will you read me my bedtime story? Dad said he's okay with it if you and mom are." His nephew, now clad in superhero pajamas stood. Bottom lip jutted out as he sported his best set of puppy dog eyes. Glancing over at his sister for approval, Alex smiled. Standing and following the boy into his room. 

"This book? Your mom loved it growing up! Even made me dress as the prince once or twice." He laughed, holding his nephew's story of choice: The Paperbag Princess.

"The dragon is cooler." The boy yawned, tucking himself under one tattooed forearm. Blinks becoming longer and longer as the story went on. Eyes shut by the time the book was finished.

"Good night bud. Sleep tight." Alex whispered, pressing a kiss to his hair before sneaking out of the room. Hearing his sister talking in the distance.

"He's safe at my place." Ellie paced back and forth, a habit all 3 Keller kids picked up on. "No, no. It's nothing you did. Never. It's not my place to say what's going on; but no. It's not you."

Leaning against the dining room table, he listened with a heavy heart as his sister reassured you that he was safe. The inside of his cheek caught in his teeth, he pulled his keys from his pocket. Holding them up and mouthing on my way home.

"He'll be home in a bit. I'll talk to you again soon." Ellie slowly finished your conversation, pulling her brother into a tight hug before waving him off. Feet carrying her around the kitchen once more.

--

The drive home was nerve-wracking. The closer he got to your street, the tighter the knot in his stomach wound. Planning how to break the news to you, how to explain what this means for him. For you.

He sat in the driveway for a few extra minutes that night, fingers anxiously tapping the steering wheel. 

They're going to worry if you don't go in at some point.

One last deep breath, he pulled himself out of the vehicle and made his way into the house. Quietly toeing off his shoes and walking through the house.

"You're okay." He heard you whisper, standing in the kitchen. One of his sweaters covering your upper half as your cheeks and eyes were red. You had been crying.

"I promised you I was. I'm sorry for worrying you. So damn sorry." He mumbled back, taking quick strides to pull you into a tight embrace. Resting his chin on your head as he held you. Rocking your bodies slightly.

"I'll explain everything tomorrow, I promise. But tonight, can I please just hold you?" In any other circumstance he would've felt rather stupid asking. You may have teased him for not needing permission.

This wasn't any other circumstance.

Nodding against his chest, you tightened your arms around his middle. The two of you standing in silence for a moment longer before curling up in bed together. His face pressed into your neck as he kept you within arms reach.

--

He could sense your confusion from the passenger seat. All the roads and buildings unfamiliar as he brought you to a part of town you didn't frequent.

You didn't say anything on the drive, only raising a confused brow when he pulled into the parking lot. 

"It'll make sense soon." He assured, squeezing your hand before stepping out. Making a point to open your door for you; making a sound of amusement when you teased him for being such a gentleman.

Fingers tangling in yours, he led you through the door. Smiling politely and introducing you as he chatted with the receptionist. Signing you both in for the morning.

"We're finally visiting your mom?" You asked, a smile breaking across your face. He knew how excited you were for meeting the most important woman in his life. Humming in confirmation, the two of you walked through the foyer. Ignoring the lingering stare of Mrs. Pyle as you passed by.

He noticed her immediately, she sat in the corner, staring out the window of the dining room. Fingers curled around a mug as she smiled at the people walking along the sidewalk outside.

"Hi." Alex started softly, placing a gentle hand on his mom's shoulder. Smiling down as she turned, eyes darting around his face trying to place the details.

"Oh, hi there." She gave a polite smile, eyes now meeting yours. "How rude of me, I'm Mary. It's so nice to meet you." She stood, holding a hand out to you. 

Giving your name in return, you shook her hand. Both you and Alex accepting her offer to sit and visit for a little while.

"My husband should be picking me up soon. He had to step out to pick up Ellie and Alex from school." He watched as your shoulders slumped slightly, realization filling your being.

"How's your day been, mom?" Alex started, resting his hands on the table casually. The last 5 years of this taught him that correcting her, reminding her of what's genuinely real only caused her to get upset and more confused.

"It's been a good day, I did some gardening. My sister called earlier, so we talked for quite a bit." The more his mom explained details of her day, the more his heart sunk. Her mind trapped in memories from 20 years prior.

Despite this, he could tell you were having an amazing time. Politely nodding along, and genuinely enjoying the stories she told. Happily telling her about how happy he made you, and what an amazing man she raised.

"He's going to marry you one day, I hope." Mary smiled, taking your hands in hers. "You're good to him." 

"They're far too good to me, mama." He agreed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "I'll be back next week. Promise." 

He swore his heart damn near exploded when you asked to join. The excitement in your eyes, and the love in hers.

"Of course, honey. You're always welcome. You're family." Mary smiled, patting the back of your hand lovingly before pulling him into a tight hug. Whispering that she loved him so much and couldn't wait to see him again.

Fighting back tears, he kept his arm around you as the two of you made your way back to the vehicle. Neither daring to say a word until you arrived home.

Sitting on the worn out wooden swing, he leaned his head back against the house. Feeling your hip against his as the two of you sat in silence. Running his fingers through his hair, feeling his throat tighten as he thought about everything he'd eventually forget. He leaned forward with a sigh, elbows resting against his knees.

"She has her good days, they're not the most common but she has them." A wet chuckle passed his lips, head hung low as tears formed in his eyes. Your hand rubbed comforting circles between his shoulder blades as you silently listened.

"Most days she can't figure out who my siblings or I are. Like today, she still remembers us as little tots chasing each other around the yard. She lives in her long term memories." Wiping at his face, he looked up. Unconsciously trying to memorize the moment; the warmth from your hand seeping through his shirt. The squeals of excitement from the kids down the street. The way the rays of light peeked over the houses in the distance.

You stumbled over your words, trying to find a polite way to ask. "What……what is she diagnosed with?"

"Early onset dementia. It's fairly rare, especially for people her age. It's also hereditary." Your hand stopped immediately after his words, your brain piecing together everything from the last couple of days.

"You got tested." You whispered plainly, eyes wide as he nodded. Jaw now tight, repeating what he viewed as a death sentence over and over in his head. "You have the gene."

Alex silently nodded, gaze fixed ahead.

"El and I got tested, give us some closure on what to expect. She's clear." He mumbled, chewing on the inside of his cheek. 

"And Ben?"

"Didn't bother with it. Said if it's going to happen, it's going to happen. No changing the outcome." A part of him wished he held the same mindset as his younger brother. Laid back, dealing with the curves in the road of life as they came. Never worrying too much about things he couldn't control.

Except Alex was hardwired to fight, and manipulate his surroundings to ensure the best possible outcome. Always determined to leave situations better than how he found them.

So, how does he fight fate?

"Having the gene doesn't 100% mean you're going to develop dementia." Your voice pulled him back to reality. Acting as his lighthouse while he fought the storm brewing within his head. 

His fears became reality the moment he read the positive test. Any plans for the future halted, the world as he knew it stopped spinning for the last few days. 

"Having the gene means I'm higher than average risk for developing it." Another sigh escaped his lips, as he dropped his head again. Humming as he felt your fingers creep up the back of his neck. Playing with the short hairs on the back of his scalp.

"I love her. I love my mom to death; but some days…..some days it feels like she died and was replaced with an imposter. A woman who looks, and sounds like mom but isn't." His heart beating wildly inside his chest as he uttered words he swore he'd never say out loud.

What type of son is he? Saying horrible things like that about the woman who brought him into this world?

Fingers still moving, you wished dearly that you could take some of the pain away. Take a load off his concious and let him feel good again. Feel free again.

"I can't live with myself knowing that you could one day feel like this." He admitted, eyes closed and forehead resting against his fists. 

"I don't know what to do." He whimpered softly, tears once again falling freely. He's cried more than he ever has in these last couple of days. It felt like he was mourning a terminal diagnosis.

Hand now sliding down his arm, as your head rested against his shoulder, you softly asked him to stay. To continue loving you.

"If you get diagnosed, we'll deal with it. You'll charm me every day like you used to. Remember your cheesy pickup line when you asked me out the first time?" Your smile grew as you heard his embarrassed groan. Wishing he could forget that moment.

"Don't you dare say it," he laughed. Lifting his head up to look at you. Eyes red and bloodshot from the last few days. "I love you."

"As I love you, forever. Through thick and thin." You whispered, leaning over and pressing a loving kiss to his mouth.

Cause I can't change who I am, but maybe I can try to understand. There is peace inside the panic.

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IDK if this has been done but I went through the 3 reboots and did a timeline of events so you wouldn't have to!

Side notes: sometimes I use the first initial for who it is! also some of MW3 has timestamps. I also apologize for spelling. Also, lots of this shit happens over like 7-12 days April 6, 2019 Makarov bombs Verdansk Price, Ghost and Soap know each other at this point, have NOT met Gaz

Start of MW1 Oct 24 2019 'Al Qatal' moves gas Oct. 25 2019 Piccadilly Square Oct. 25 2019 Price meets Gaz Oct 26 19 Alex & Farah blow Barkov's bombs Same day destroy one of B's bases Oct. 27 19 Price and Gaz go to Picc Safe house Oct 28 19A&F go to Urzstan hospital for "The Wolf" Oct 28 19 P&G meet up w/ A&F for the Wolf Oct 29 19 Plan ambush for Butcher & Wolf - Hadir uses the gas, learn Hadir stole the gas Oct 29 19 PGAF Go to kill W, & get H Oct 29 19 PGAF kill the wolf, H is 2 Russia Oct 31 19 PGN go 2 Russia, Capture Kill Butcher (and traumatize a family) Nov 1 19 Hadir is handed over to Russia Nov 3 19 Take down Barkov's gas production plant & K Price meets Kate @ Tea shop makes TF 141 w/ Ghost, Soap, & Gaz END of MW1 - May 22, 2022 Soap goes side questing, turns green (idk I didn't watch the trailer (I did but I just know there's like green gas)) Start of MW2 July 15 22 Ghost Blows AlMazrah base (Honestly didn't get the point of us seeing this) Oct 28 22 GS Kill/Cap Mission for Hassan -> Find American Missiles not Hassan Oct 28 22 PG in Amsterdam for Missile info (Think they used it as an excuse to swim) Oct 29 22 Capture a cartel mem 4 info Oct 29 22 Alej. Go for cartel jumping border Oct 30 22 GSAlej go 4 Hassan safehouse They capture Hassan (picnic in the desert omg!) Oct 31 22 PG in Spain for Hassan info Kate gets caught Shepherd tries to abandon her Nov 1 22 PG meet with F to get Kate (they get her and get juicy gos on Shep) Nov 1 22 Soap goes into Casa de Sin Nombre Nov 2 22 Gulf oil rig, blows up by G&S (philip was here too) Nov 3 22 Soap & Ghost are fighting Shadow co Nov 3 22 SG go for Alej w/ Rodolfo. PG meet up Nov 3 22 141 goes for Graves Nov 4 22 Go 2 Chicago 4 Hassan & missile kill both END of MW2 - Kate (& tech. Gaz) learn about Makarov

Start of MW3 Nov 10 23 Makarov is broken out of jail 2am Nov 10 23 Farah is ambushed Konni got missiles around 6am Nov 10 23 141 go for Nuc Power Plant, P get gased 9am Makarov has been out for 6 hours Nov 11 23 They go for Missiles in Urzikistan Nov 11 23 Kate is going 4 intel on Makarov meets Yuri @ 3pm Nov 11 23 Makarov crashes plane, blames Farah and Alex go there 7:30-9:30pm meet with Kate and Nikolai in hanger Nov 12 8am Nov 12 23 they go for Milena 7pm Nov 13 23 they get Makarovs right hand man Nolan 11am Nov 14 23 They find Shepherd swimming at some point 9:30 Nov 16 23 SG stop Verdansk dam bombing Same time PG are at airsti Nov 21 23 141 go after Makarov Hacker Nov 21 23 They stop Makarov bomb, Soap gets killed. Price kills Shepherd after spreading Soap's ashes.

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bye bc now im think about bringing alex to the cookout and he's calling everyone "ma'am" and "sir" then all of a sudden my family starts asking us (telling ME) to lock him down fr

(and im teaching him spades idgaf)

Naw but for real, Alex is charming the pants off your relatives.

Even your one relative who lives by "Hoe is Life" tells you to put a ring on it or they will.

And when you do wife him up, that one relative who stays instigating shit (playfully) goes, "How's our husband doing?"

Ours? Who is ours?

Your uncles hate him now 'cause he caught on to Spades real mf quick and stays winning lmao.

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Note: First off, this is a season 2 essentially, and the files on my phone are highly laggy, so new chapters will take extra time. Second, feel free to ask questions and make requests about this AU, it allows me to get a better idea of the world myself. Third, there is some christmas stuff on the way, just the holidays are crazy sometimes.

TW: Mentions of death, funeral, high emotions and angst, old memories, let me know if I missed any.

“We’re gonna need a new place to lay low.” Price announces. You sigh quietly. Of course, it couldn’t be as simple as going back to how things were. Pissing off one of the biggest and sketchiest names in the city was bound to force some hands. Makarov wouldn't just leave you alone, and with you still recovering, a new hiding place was pretty important. “Something simple, somewhat remote, low key. We’ll still be going in and out of here, but after Y/N got picked up, it’s clear they won’t hesitate to start looking around here. If they just have the single look over that would be enough for me, but we can’t be in here. Gaz you’ll need a new ride as well.”

“Nik’s already sent me some options.” Kyle confirms, tucking his phone away. “So open houses?”

“Even with our names cleared, there’s still the chance someone will say something. Milena’s in real estate, she could easily find us.” Simon says, sounding less hopeful.

“So bumming it for a while?” Johnny suggests. The other options would be asking Alejandro or Farah for cover, but they were in shallow water themselves. You lean back on the couch, the cat hopping down from Simon’s shoulder to the arm rest and over to your lap. You check the time again, to see if you could take another pain killer. Then you remember something.

“I might have an idea.” You say.

“We’re not asking Graves.” Johnny says. You shoot him a look, pressing your lips. He gives you a grin.

“Kay that was mean.” You say, with a few half smiles around you. “But no I have a place.”

“Where?” Price asks, folding his arms.

“…I have a house. Outside of the city, so it’s a bit more remote than you might want but it’s large enough, it’s in my name, there’s some bedrooms in the basement, the plumbing and electricity should still work.” You trailed off, realizing what this would mean. Going back to the house again and this time staying. The rest of the men were quiet. They were considering it. It would be easier than trying to find a place somewhere else in the city. At the very least they could use it while looking for a place within the city. “None of it should be on record.”

“…let’s get to work.” Price says.

Kyle’s new ride wasn’t half bad, a standard vehicle, five seats, and you were riding shot gun giving directions. You take a moment before unbuckling your seatbelt. It's just a house. A house you grew up in. A house you stayed up in. A house you celebrated in. A house you mourned in. You take a deep breath and walk up to the door, ignoring the glances from your friends. You keep your head down, as you step inside. It;s a little cold. You take off your shoes, asking the other’s to do the same, trying to ignore your surroundings, telling them where there are bedrooms, bathrooms, and the kitchen. You ask them to avoid a couple places.

Hearing no protests, you head upstairs towards one of the rooms you didn’t want them to go. You didn’t go to your father’s room, instead you go to your own. The door is shut tight. A room you knew well. You had to confront it. If you don’t you’d just hide again. You were your own person, what was on the otherside wasn't who you were anymore, you'd grown up. You could do this, confront it first hand. Your hand goes on the door knob, gripping it tight.

“Problem?” Price asks, making you jump and whip around. You didn't even hear him come up the stairs.

“N-no. Did you find a room?” You ask, after getting your heart to steady.

“We were going to but something in your fridge growled at us, when we passed." Price says. There shouldn't be any food in the fridge.

“Shit the ice maker.” You hurry past him, to shut it off. You swore you turned it off a long time ago.

Rooms had been sorted, food was being picked up, and Simon was getting the cat, so you took the opportunity to sit outside, in the overgrown backyard, on the swing that still hung from the tree. The same tree you fled to during the waking. The same tree you and your father had picnics under. The same… fuck.

You let your legs sway you forward and back, the rope still holding. You stare at a spot by the trunk, where the roots parted perfectly for you to sit in. The same…it was all the same.

You get up from the swing and took short steps to your favourite spot. You sit down and lean back against the trunk, almost perfectly shaped to fit you, even after all these years. A tiny smile forms. You chuckle shaking your head, at the thought of the tree welcoming you back home. There were a few tears, but you weren’t sure if it was emotions or just your eyes watering. You close them, letting the soft breeze help you relax. You were home. This was okay.

Last time you were here…

The crowd was too much, the people were too much, the black outfit was itchy, and you just wanted your dad to come home. The few small comments about the red scarf around your neck seeming inappropriate were getting to you. Graves was keeping a safe watch over you. You don't know if it was for your benefit or for his as he seemed to hover around you. All you wanted was to ask them all to leave.

Everyone kept coming up to you asking where you would be staying, and offering their condolences, saying how hard it must have been to lose your father so young, how much you reminded them of him, and a couple had said they hoped to see you grow into a remarkable cop like him. Stop. You wanted them to stop. Graves would usher you away anytime he noticed you starting to look uncomfortable or if he saw your ears growing wet. Then he would take you aside, telling you to be brave, wiping your tears.

As soon as Graves had his attention taken away from you, you made your move. Without warning you fled to the backyard, to the tree you’d spent so much time under.

You went there looking for your father, with the pain of knowing he wasn’t there. Your spot under the tree hid you from everyone inside. Finally, you could cry without anyone asking you not to or Graves reminding you to be strong. You tugged your black outfit around you tighter, burying your face in your red scarf. The tears poured down your cheeks, as you kept tugging, trying to feel your father’s arms around you again. You grew light-headed from your grasping breaths, and any words came out as squeaks. You wanted it all to be some dream, to wake up from it all. To find your father next to you in bed, trying to pull you of this nightmare.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair you lost him so soon. You missed him so much, he was all you had and the world took him from you. Monsters took him from you. It wasn’t fair at all. You wanted him to come over and tell you everything was okay. That it was some sick practical joke. But he wasn’t coming, because it was all real. You wanted them all to leave, to go away so you could be alone in the house by yourself. Just two of you together. But it was just you.

Someone sat down next to you, but your head was buried in your arms, and your knees to your chest. At first you didn’t notice anyone, too focused on the horrible. You flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your head shot up and turned to the new arrival. The hand pulled away from you once you saw who it was.

“Here.” A glass of water was offered to you, by a man in a dark suit. He had a mustache and brown short hair. He was younger, likely a rookie. Another cop, not from the same precinct but you’d seen him before once or twice. When he looked down at you, there wasn’t pity but a sort of understanding. As if you’d come out here for the same reason as him.

You took the glass from him, taking small sips. The water felt good against your sore throat. You mouthed a tiny thank you.

“Alex Keller.” Alex said holding out a hand to shake. You shook it nodding. “You need anything else? Blanket? Some food? …me to fuck off?”

You let out a small laughing noise. Right now you didn’t know what you wanted. You shrugged in response.

“Uh… I um…” you stuttered, your throat filled with so many lumps there was barely any room for words. “I don’t… I don’t know…”

As your sobs returned Alex sat down next to you. “Okay, okay… once you know what you need, I’ll get it for ya.”

You don’t remember how long you and Alex had sat there for, with you just crying, and drinking the water. Alex had gone back inside at one point to refill your glass, and to get you a sweater, since the wind was picking up. When he came back out you overheard him talking to Graves.

“Are they okay?” He asked Alex.

“Graves not now.”

“It's cold out here, they should come inside.”

“They don’t want to be inside. Just leave them be.” Alex said, firm but calm.

Graves sighed. “…some people are asking about them.”

Alex shrugged, “and? Graves they just lost their father.”

“I lost my partner.” Graves reminded him.

“Phil.” Alex said once. There was a pause.

“Stay by them… please.” Graves asked. Alex nodded.

“They need time alone.” Alex stated, before making his way back over to you. Graves went back inside but he’d kept checking on you from the window. Alex handed you the new glass of water, your tears subsided for now.

“So… what do you want?” Alex asked. You finished your sip of water before answering.

“For the pain to leave.” You replied. Alex let out a small sigh.

“I asked your dad that once.” Alex said. “I hurt innocent people, and thought it was the right thing. Lived with that for a long time. Your dad came to me, hearing I was in a bad place. I sat with him in my house and asked him ‘when does the pain leave’. Told me it doesn’t and it shouldn’t. That it’s a sign to try something else.”

“Does it hurt less?” You asked.

“Over time. It becomes like a scar, it sticks with you but it hurts less.” Alex said. Up until that point no one had really given you a proper answer to that question. They just said it would take time, it will all be okay in the end, and your father was in a better place. You wiped at your cheeks and eyes again, using your scarf.

“Do you need a hug?” Alex asked. You nodded and moved closer to him while he put his arms around you. “Let it out. Trust me that will help you.”

Your tears continued falling, but you felt safer with Alex, than inside with Graves. You didn't know it but Alex felt his own heart crack a bit. He may not have been as close to your father, but your father stepped up when others seemed to fall short. When your father came to him, he had screwed up big time. If your father hadn't stepped in, it would have been a much different outcome.

“If you want some more help with the pain, screaming helps.” He suggested.

“Really?”

“Yep…you wanna scream?” Alex offered. You took a deep breath, about to scream. “No! No no!” Alex said quickly stopping you, chuckling. “Let’s not do it here, we don’t want to scare everyone inside.”

“Oh.” You said.

“Why don’t we head back in, get something to eat, and after everyone has left, we can go find somewhere to yell?” Alex offered. You nodded and held his hand as you both walked back inside. Now Alex stuck close to you, with Graves giving you some space to eat in peace. Alex was a comforting presence, and Graves was relieved to see you crack a smile from time to time. Eventually everyone had to leave, but you didn’t get to go with Alex afterward. Graves had insisted for you to stay home. Stay safe. You even asked him about the man you saw at the cemetery, and he told you not to worry about it.

Someone sits down next to you, and you open your eyes. Ghost looks at you, the stray on his shoulder. He looks like a ghetto Pokémon trainer or something with his dark jacket, the skull mask over his mouth and nose, and the cat hopping down to curl up on his lap.

“You doing okay?” He asks. You nod. He knows you’re not. The cat gets some pets.

“How’s the shoulder?” He asks.

“Still sore when I move it.” You tell him. He nods, and you two return to silence again. The winds picks up, making the branches above you, bob up and down. You take a deep breath. Simon takes a deep breath himself. Something about this moment… feels… right. You don’t want to ruin it but you have questions.

“Why did you stop Soap at the door? After you found out I was a cop.” You ask. Simon doesn’t have to think about it, but he takes time to form an answer.

“Soap gets heated when he’s dealing with shit he doesn’t like. I’ve seen the results and I didn’t want to see them again. Not on you.” The last three words he says quickly, as if he’s covering something with them.

“Thank you. For taking me in.” You say.

“That was all Price. Johnny told me about you, and then I told Price. When we were younger, we made a promise to keep you safe.” Ghost says. “How are your wounds?”

“Healing. Still some aches, but not too bad.” You say. You don’t look at each other. As soon as one of you looks at the other, you look at whatever is in a different direction. It’s back to silence again. Awkward silence. Simon was usually quiet though, you assume it’s a preference of his. So you two sit and simply… do nothing. The soft purrs from the stray continue from Simon’s lap. The soft breeze continues to rustle the leaves above. You feel yourself becoming more and more relaxed, and you slowly nod off. As your head starts to drop you feel an arm around your shoulders and a hand gently guiding your body to Simon’s shoulder. You take the last bits of consciousness you have to move a little closer, nestling into him. His fingers play with your hair, and you drift off.

Simon gazes down at you. You felt so safe with him. Then again, you hadn’t seen much of his real work.

Graves goes to your old apartment. Makarov was sending an officer, claiming you were now a missing persons. Phil wasn’t going to let anyone find you before he did. Graves knows you’re somewhere else but he wants to see you again. After sending you back to wherever you’d been with Alex, and seeing your injuries… he’d been struggling to keep his distance, wanting to see you. He made a promise to keep you safe, and screwed up.

Alex was refusing to give Graves anything on your location, as was Farah. The pub was closed for “renovations”. Stepping foot in Los Vaqueros territory was suicide, and bringing an extra officer - even Alex - was a good way to get into a fight. His number was blocked on your cellphone, or just wasn’t working.

Graves is able to get inside with a spare key, and is sure to lock the door behind him. Is this kind of creepy for a grown ass man to wander your apartment when he knows full well you weren’t home? Yeah, plenty creepy. But it was the only lead he had right now. He looked through the living room and kitchen, finding nothing. He does check your fridge to see if anything had gone off in there, and thankfully you’d long since cleared it out. From there he checks your bedroom, and… it looked almost cleared out. A few of your clothes remained, and he recognized them as yours, along with a few photos. He was about to check the bathroom next when there was a knock at the door.

Truth be told he wasn’t supposed to be at your apartment, but technically you weren’t either. He goes to the door and spies through the peep hole. He expects to see an officer, but he sees… what did this bitch want?

Phil opens the door making Milena look up with a bit of surprise.

“Can I help ya ma’am?” He asks, clearly unhappy. Milena just looks a back at him pressing her lips.

“Is Y/N L/N home?” She asks.

“Probably.” He answers. The two stare at each other expectantly.

“May I speak with them?” Milena asks, trying to keep herself composed.

“Don’t know, ya got their number?” Phil says, keeping himself wedged between the door and its frame. No way he was letting Makarov’s little birdie into your place, whether there was anything she could gain or not. Romanova was probably sent here to find dirt for Makarov before some half decent rookie could get any clues. Graves has already gotten rid of most of your existence from the station, but Makarov still had a couple leads.

“Are they here?” Milena asks plainly.

“No.” Graves says, as if it had been obvious. To be fair… kind of was. “Now please, leave.”

“What exactly are you doing in their apartment?” Milena asks quickly, stopping Graves halfway from shutting the door. He returned to the same position looking at Milena.

“The hell is it your business?” Phil asks.

“The land lord of the building is very strict about guests, and I don’t think he would appreciate-“

“Wait wait wait, hold up.” Phil says, chuckling. Was she implying what he thought she was implying? “I have a spare key to this apartment for just about any number of reasons.”

“What exactly is your reason?” Milena says crossing her arms. She gets a small laugh from Graves.

“Ms. Romanova… my relationship with my former partner is my business, and last time I checked you’re not a cop, there is no health assessment scheduled, and no eviction notice. So kindly see yourself out.” Graves says, and with that he slips back into the apartment, locking the door good and tight.

Phil knew what Milena was doing there, and it wasn’t just to see if she could sell the apartment. If it wasn’t to look for you, then it was to monitor him. He waits for a bit, checking your fridge again to see if there was the off chance you had any drinks. Then he checks the pantry, and… carbonated water? He isn’t picky right now. Taking a can he is sure to open it near the door. After that he simply goes to your couch and waits on it. Milena eventually gives up, and he celebrates the fading sound of heels with a sip. It’s room temperature, but… hold up.

Graves checks the can, reading the label. You hate this stuff. He knows he’s in your apartment. No mix up there. Then it hits him, and recent memories come back of him drilling in to you, lecturing you, and then the night you came back all beaten and bruised.

“And what have I done? Nothing! I’m a glorified tagger that’s what you said right?! Fine! Then I’ll be one! You gonna arrest me then?”

What had he done to you? He knew he fucked up in more ways than one but the realization finally hits him in the gut. Throughout the time you’d known each other he was trying to make you in his own way. He was toughening you up and setting restrictions between the two of you. You got the drink for him, not yourself. The few times he’d come to your apartment before the case, you offered one to him, but he was always just there for business. On a few occasions he’d spent time with you but it was always to make sure you didn’t give up on being a cop or as a sort of reward for hard work.

The whole time he’d wanted a student, a cop. Your father wanted you to be safe and he did that, but he had only pushed you away. Put you on some pedestal for him to start sculpting. At what point did you stop trying?

Philip Graves sits in your apartment, drinking and wondering how hard did he fuck up and not realize it. He wasn't your father, but neither were you.

When you wake up, you’re on the couch in the basement, with a blanket and pillow. You groan, trying to figure out where you are and how you got there. It’s almost foreign to you, this world you’ve woken up in. Slowly you sit up and shove the blanket away. Tea, you need tea. You make your way up the stairs, and emerge into a small hallway that leads to the front door on one side and the kitchen and living space to the other. Simon greets you in the kitchen, giving you a nod. You put the kettle on and sit next to him at the island. Without thinking you rest your head against his shoulder. Simon turns his head slightly but doesn’t move. It’s just you two.

It’s odd yet natural, like revisiting an old show. This feeling of domestic bliss between the two of you is something neither of you are used to, but still remember from a long time ago. Right now it’s just the two of you. You’re where you want to be and where you need to be, right here. The kettle continues to boil, the skies are grey outside, and the stray is curled up in a box with her kits. Simon likes this. It’s warm and comforting having you so easily pressed against him. It’s not something he’s used to, nor he engages with on his own. There’s no need for him to oppose you. It brings you closer to him, easily. There is peaceful silence between you and Simon, and neither of you breaks it.

Soap does.

He comes upstairs, and peeks around the door to basement, seeing the two of you. There’s a war going on in his head. Does he bug you, ruin this moment to get your reaction or take a photo and tease you about it later. He takes a photo of the two of you first. Then Kyle comes up behind him.

“Johnny what are you doing?” He says. You and Ghost both hear Kyle and you get up from your seat to get your tea. It’s like you missed your cue, and now you’re hurrying across the stage to meet it. Both you and Simon are pink in the face. You can hear Johnny’s exasperated sigh, missing the opportunity to take the photo.

“Really?” Soap says quietly to Kyle, as if he knew what Soap was doing the whole time. “They were having a moment.”

Kyle ignores him and just nudges Johnny forward, wanting to get some coffee. His statement doesn’t ring for him until he sees it’s only you and Simon in the kitchen. He pauses but then continues with getting coffee.

“Mornin.” Johnny says, annoyed. You return his greeting as you make your tea.

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✦Meeting & Flirting W/ The C.o.D Men✦

~✦Part Two✦~

✧Alejandro, Rodolfo, König, Alex✧ ✦GN!Reader, mostly fluff, mild descriptions of wounds/combat/war, random call signs and some use of y/n, minor sexual tension, inconsistencies with canon timelines because I'm better than the games(/j), I started this before König was called a colonel, poorly translated Spanish & German that I apologize for (correct me please-)✦

✧Alejandro Vargas✧

Civilians let out screams and ducked into houses to hide. Tan colored vans and trucks lined the streets of Mexico as shots were fired. The moments of quiet were as worrisome as the sounds of gunfire in a situation like this. Alejandro cursed as yet another man declared their ammo low. They were running out, at the rate they were going, they’d need to pull back. Alejandro was a stubborn man, however, and bowing down to a cartel would’ve done damage to the credibility of his men, along with his own ego. “Colonel, there’s a car coming in. Unmarked.” His radio crackled with the information. “Aye, watch it. Keep looking. Does it look like the enemy?” Alejandro replied, getting a negative in response.  As if there wasn’t a risk of fire being brought out, the car stopped in the middle of a paused stand off. Out of the vehicle stepped one person, dressed in a way that stood out completely. “What in the hell is this?” Alejandro hissed as he watched the civilian look around. They were wearing a mask of porcelain, decorated elegantly with gold paint, almost like a statue of crying Virgin Mary. He locked eyes with them, and they…motioned for him to pause. “What do we do?” The soldier beside Alejandro asked. “Sir, I think I know who this is.” His radio called. He watched as the stranger turned to confused members of the enemy, raising their hand to the sky. Three fingers, two, and then one. The cartel’s side of the street blew up and the stranger ran for cover. “Mierda! What the fuck is happening?!” A soldier exclaimed. Alejandro’s radio triggered again with enthusiastic laughter. “Resistance sir, the one I’ve been telling you about!” The colonel took a breath. “The one run by civilians? How’d they set this up?” He asked roughly, aiming his gun to take a shot. “They’re smart, sir. That one you saw? That’s their leader. A talk with them would be a good idea, they’re a powerful ally, a stronger bond could prove useful.” Alejandro looked across the field in awe as the stranger took out a few more cartel soldiers. They then looked at him, giving him a nod and a salute. For the first time that day, Alejandro smiled. “A strong ally indeed.”

(I make them speak mostly English so I avoid making mistakes in Spanish, I'm sorry-) It had been a month since that day, and three weeks since Alejandro & Rudy had properly met the mysterious masked individual. They'd proven themselves rather charming, even if a bit suspicious. Alejandro had been rather excited to meet the individual who'd managed to secretly gather well-trained civilians to aid them against the cartel, pulling stunts like they did before. Though their real name was a heavily guarded secret, much like their face, they did have a name of sorts to associate with them. Los Lares, in reference to Roman mythological deities that provided protection. Their leader, the masked individual, known only as Padres, though occasional nicknames popped up from individuals they were close with. Alejandro had done his best to assess whether they were trust worthy or not, they did the same to him. And after two successful mini missions, Padres agreed to show Alejandro, Rudy, and some of his men what they'd been hiding. "Well would you look at this..." Alejandro said quietly as they drove through a small village. Guarded heavily with armed civilians was a tiny town commandeered by Los Lares, rather than the cartel. Kept safe from the carnage in the rest of Las Almas. The car rolled through slowly, allowing them to gaze at buildings without bullet holes, covered in colorful decorations. Children ran around playfully, adults standing around and talking, some small market carts on the edge of the street that gave out fresh food and household items. Music playing over speakers. Not a single skull balaclava in sight. Rudy pulled over and parked by a building at the end of the long street. The shell of a church it seemed. Outside of it was Padres, running around with children on their tail. When they noticed the men that had pulled up, they declared for the children to play on their own for a bit. Alejandro couldn't stop his smile as he continued looking around, eyes falling back on them. "This is what you meant by Sanctuary." He said. "Si, I made it myself. No violence occurs here, no fear. How it should be." They explained. "Rodolfo. My second in command, Emil, wanted to discuss things with you, if you wouldn't mind." Padres said, motioning to the man behind them. Rudy looked at Alejandro, who nodded. Rudy walked off after that and left them alone. "I see why you were so secretive now." Alejandro stated, watching them nod. "It usually takes a lot longer to be allowed access here. But I knew you'd be trust worthy." They explained as they leaned against the jeep he'd arrived in. He crossed his arms and leaned on the car as well. "And when did you decide this?" He asked. Padres chuckled and blinked at him past the holes of their mask. He wondered how eye contact alone could make him feel so warm, tingly. "I met your gaze during that gun fight and I could tell. You have the light of angels, querido." They purred. Alejandro chuckled quietly and shook his head fondly. "¿Coqueteando? ¿De verdad?" He asked in a hushed voice, leaned in slightly. They raised both hands in mock surrender. "I see a lot in your eyes, Colonel. Many, many things. Tu disfrute es uno." They teased. Alejandro ran his tongue over his teeth. "Si? I see things in your eyes too." He replied. Padres tilted their head and silently urged him to elaborate. Alejandro let out a breath and smiled. "Peligro. Mucho." He exhaled, senses lit aflame when he saw the distinct signs of a smile hidden behind the mask.

Alejandro enjoyed when he had time to visit the sanctuary Padres had created. There was so much joy around and peace filled the air, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like his shoulders could relax. That he could be at ease. In his visits, he often saw families, children running around with big grins, hearing the innocent laughter always brought Alejandro joy and a sense of longing. He'd always been the familial type with a large soft spot for kids. It showed in his actions, like currently, as he let two boys hang off of his arms like some playground equipment. They giggled and squealed in jovial fun as he hoisted them higher, though he set them down gently when their mother's face grew a bit apprehensive. It was when a little girl, leading a group of children, asked to play hide & seek that things really got to be fun. Alejandro found himself hiding under a table in one of the homes, another child at his side. He held his finger to his lips as they giggled away behind their hands. Both of them seized up when evenly spaced footsteps made themselves present, too heavy for a child. Alejandro had a quick flash of memories that made his body tense up, watching the table cloth be lifted. But it wasn't an enemy, nor a child, but instead a porcelain mask with a smiling individual underneath. "Room for one more?" They asked in a whisper. Alejandro blinked before he snickered and nodded. Both he and the child carefully scooted back to allow Padres more room. "Isn't our hiding spot good, Padres?" The child asked excitedly. "Si, Rosa, it is. I almost couldn't find you both." They replied in a tone akin to a praising mother, something that made Alejandro's chest ache. "What gave us away?" He asked them, smiling wider when they glanced his way. "Your boots, colonel. Your laces were untied, they poked out from underneath." They answered, prompting Alejandro to look. Sure enough, his left boot lace was untied. He sighed and shook his head at the rookie mistake, still grinning however. A beat of silence passed before a rush of tiny footsteps came in, prompting the three to be extra quiet. "Got'cha!!" The little girl declared as she lifted the table cloth. Rosa screamed and laughed, quickly getting up to run away. Both Alejandro and Padres stayed, watching Rosa make a swift get away from her friend running after her. Leaving them both alone under the table. "You are good with kids." The self-appointed commander said fondly. Alejandro melted at the sentiment alone, it always felt like one of the highest level compliments when someone said it. Even more so coming from them. "Gracias, Padres." He said, only for them to shake their head. "Y/N. My name is Y/N, when we are alone, you may call me that." They said softly, leaving Alejandro surprised. The shock wore off quickly and a pleasant tenderness filled the air, showing in their shared gaze. "Losing the mystery, aye?" He asked. "No, merely trusting you with my secrets. I trust I made a good decision?" They replied. Alejandro nodded. "Now I just have to get that mask off of you." He teased. They gave a quiet laugh. "I can't wait..."

It was always nice to celebrate after a successful mission, especially one as high stakes as this. With a large threat neutralized, it seemed like a big party was the right answer. There was a large hand of help from Los Lares, and the citizens who called the refuge home saw it only right to allow Alejandro's men into their sanctuary, to indulge in their victory with loud music and home cooked meals. Alcohol as well, of course. Alejandro stood on a roof and watched the streets below, lit up with colorful lights and bustling with music. He felt his shoulders relax as he watched his soldiers mingle, laughing loudly, raising toasts to their lost brothers & sisters. He took a swig of beer as his gaze shifted to the sky, full of twinkling stars. He went to take another drink, only to find the bottle empty. He debated going back down to grab another one, only to feel a hand rest on his lower back. He flinched and looked over, met with a familiar mask and a kind gaze. "Need another, colonel?" Y/N asked softly, holding up an open beer. Alejandro chuckled and took it, setting the empty one on the roof's edge. "Gracias. How'd you know?" He asked. He turned his body to watch them, even spaced steps taking them to a couple of supply crates. They took a seat and shrugged, he could feel their calm smile in their aura. "Lucky guess. You weren't down there, spotted you up here and I figured you'd like some company. Was I right?" They asked with a head tilt. He walked closer with an exhale. "Yes and no." He answered. They silently encouraged him to elaborate, tilting their head to look up at him as he came to stand in front of them. "Oh?" Alejandro chuckled and set the beer down beside them. "I was looking forward to your company." He admitted. Even in the low light of the moon, he could see their pupils expand. "Such a charmer, Mr.Vargas." They teased in a hushed tone. He rose his hands with a quiet laugh. "Interesting choice in company, however. An individual with no face for you to name." They said. Alejandro's face softened. There was a short beat of silence that seemed to last forever, finally a peaceful moment without the worry of being killed, allowing him to admire them properly, despite the mask. He then remembered their promise, the words spoken to him to keep his morale high when things were looking bleak. So, though he was careful, he rose his hands to their face, cautiously grazing the edge of the mask with his fingers. "Is that right?" He whispered. They didn't move back or scold him, merely kept his eyes locked with theirs in a look that sent shivers down his spine, even as he edge the mask up. It was pulled away and in an instant, they were exposed fully. Alejandro let out a breath and forgot to inhale afterward. Their smile caused his lungs to constrict in tight thorns. "Well? ¿Algo que decir, coronel?" They asked, and though their tone was cool, he could see the flinch of fear. The anxiety of rejection. He took his free hand to brush over their cheekbone, feeling warm skin instead of cold glass. "Peligrosa… peligrosamente hermosa." He whispered back. They snorted. "How cheesy..." They teased again, tilting their head up to meet him halfway.

✧Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra✧

Rodolfo’s eyes cracked open, he let out a short wheeze. He wasn’t all there, but he was keenly aware of a large commotion outside. He could faintly recall his mission and how he ended up with the throbbing in the back of his head. An RPG hit the building he was in just right and it knocked him out cold. Astigmatism disrupted his vision and his limbs felt heavy. He winced when a light came from the side, the sun, beaming through as the broken door was shoved off. He blinked, and there was someone he’d never seen before. They weren’t really dressed for battle, wearing a decorated porcelain mask with a rifle strapped to their back. Rudy’s hand twitched for his gun before they hushed him, placing their hand on his arm. “Tranquilo ahí, cariño. I’m on your side.” They said gently before turning their head to shout some orders at an unseen person. They turned back to him and cautiously turned his head, clicking their tongue sympathetically as he whined. “Took quite a hit, huh? Don’t worry, we have help on the way and your friends and mine have almost cleared out the enemy.” They took out a flashlight, shining it in his eyes When his pupils responded normally, they put the flashlight away and called out some more orders. Rodolfo decided to try and sit up but he barely moved before nearly falling back on the floor. They caught him by the back of his neck. “Easy, pretty boy. Don’t make yourself worse.” They said, gently guiding him to sit up with their support. Rudy blinked and groaned. He got a better look at them now, pushing past his dry mouth to try and speak. “You…you are the ally Alejandro mentioned…” he grunted. Their eyes scrunched, indicating a smile. “That’s right, dear. And I’ll get you out of here. You can trust me on that.” They promised.

Rodolfo carefully scratched around the edge of a bandage on his head, huffing when Alejandro lightly flicked his hand, scolding him for fidgeting with it. "I'm healing fine." He said quietly, glancing at the map on the table in front of them. "Still, shouldn't mess with it." Alejandro replied with a caring pat to his shoulder. They were waiting in a planning/common room in the main base of their new adversaries, a civilian led resistance against the cartel. Rudy recalled the way they carefully held him steady when they'd found him, after he'd been knocked unconscious. Alejandro swore they were trustworthy, and so far, they'd definitely been helpful. Alejandro stood more straight when the door swung open and Padres entered the room, a few of their men behind them. The two of them overheard the leader scolding a civie-soldier for not eating breakfast before they turned to the two friends. They were dressed more casually than the other times they'd met. Looking liked they'd just been dragged out of bed, actually. And although they seemed sleepy, still in slippers even, they still bore their mysterious porcelain mask. "Apologies, my alarm didn't go off." Padres apologized in a gentle tone. Alejandro chuckled and shook his head. "You all there yet, Padres?" He asked, smiling when they waved their hand, approaching the table. "I can still explain my plan to you, si." They replied before yawning, Rudy smiled as they went to cover their mouth for the sake of manners, despite the face covering. Their eyes landed on him and he could see the signs of a smile in their gaze. "Ah, chico lindo, how's your head?" They asked. Rodolfo felt his cheeks warm at the nickname, they hadn't been subtle when he first met them either. "Fine, just sore." He replied. At that moment, the quiet mutterings of a man who'd come in for some coffee hit the room. A soldier named Ramirez. Whispering about Rodolfo's skills, trying to imply he wasn't a true soldier for being wounded "so easily", which made another snicker. Rudy didn't show a reaction to it, Alejandro scowled, but both men jumped when Padres gasped. With skilled precision, they flicked their slipper from their foot and caught it from the air, launching it in the direction of Ramirez. A perfect headshot as the slipper smacked the back of the soldier's skull. Alejandro and Rudy shared a look, recalling their own experiences with the all feared chancla. "Debería darte vergüenza! These men give their life everyday for the sake of our country, they were fighting before you were given your status in my army, show some respect! You will not disrespect this man again, do you understand me?!" They shouted, finger pointed. The man shrank, rubbing the back of his head. "Si, commander." Padres put their hands on their hips. Ramirez approached with their slipper, which Padres snatched from his grip, dropping it on the floor so they could it back on. "Now apologize for your insolence." They demanded, pointing at Rudy. Both Rodolfo and Alejandro watched with wide eyes as a grown man, tall and buff, turned with his head down like an embarrassed child, muttering an apology. Rudy swallowed and let it go, unable to look away from the mysterious individual who'd defended him so valiantly. They'd been so gentle and sweet. Rudy felt his mouth grow dry and his stomach twist as they sent Ramirez away with a wave of their hand. With a breath and a headshake, they turned to face him again, smiling once more. "Now, let's get this done, alright?" They asked. Rudy nodded, not missing the teasing glance Alejandro gave him.

It was sweltering, as expected for a Mexican Summer. The speedy movement and adrenaline of avoiding gunfire only added to the discomfort. There were still cartel members outside, but at a distance. There was quiet for a moment, excluding Rodolfo's breathing being hissed through his teeth. A bullet had skidded past the back of his hand, tearing through his glove and leaving blood running down his arm. He was sat on the floor of an abandoned house, jacket discarded and shirt sleeve rolled past his elbow. "I know it stings, but you'll be alright." His ally, Padres, spoke softly to him past their mask. He nodded and leaned his head back against the wall, watching them dig through a bag for medical supplies. He held his hand up to lessen blood flow, letting it run across the dips in his muscled forearm. "How is it that every time you find me, I'm bleeding?" The man asked with a playful tone, smiling slightly when they snickered. "Well, mi tonto y querido soldado. It's because you're a reckless fool." Their thumb pressed into the area around the wound, making him wince, looking them in the eye. Their gaze was sharper than before, although not malicious. "You are so smart but so, so very stupid sometimes." They shook their head, taking away the pressure from his hand, holding it cautiously now. "You're swift, you're experienced, you're intelligent. But you're hot headed, and sometimes you get too focused on a goal to realize you're stepping on a land mine. It amazes me you're not more battered than you are." Their concern was warranted and their praise was met with warmth in his face. He swallowed and looked back at them again as they examined his wound, slowly rising their gaze to him again. He could see the signs of a gentle smile in their eyes. They hushed him soothingly when his hissed at the sting of disinfectant. His hand twitched involuntarily from the odd feeling on his nerves. "You have a point." He sighed, looking at their surroundings for a moment. He let out a short laugh after a few seconds of silence. "At least you're always near by to fix me up, no? I seem to heal faster when you're caring for my wounds." He muttered, feeling his stomach twist with an exciting bout of nerves. He wasn't much of a flirting type, and he tried to keep it subtle enough in case he'd been misreading. Padres chuckled fondly as they pressed down a bandage around his arm, kindly wiping away the blood. "Not the first to have told me that." They said fondly. With one last look at his hand, the clicked their tongue as they took in the damage. "Your hand will likely be difficult to use for until it's healed. We'll need to speed up that process." Rudy rose an eyebrow, confused. His eyes widened when they lifted their mask slightly, just enough to expose their mouth. It was hard to remember to breathe as a care kiss was placed over the bandage, he swore he could feel the burn of their lips past the layers, seeping into his wound and sending shocks in his blood. "Stay vigilant, chico lindo, I need you in peak condition."

(tw; war and brief mentions of wounds) Rodolfo panted heavily as he vaulted through a broken window, feeling perspiration on his skin from the heat of fire and exercise as he continued to sprint through a broken down building. There was bloodshed, naturally, it came with the job. But there was something in his stomach that twisted as he worried he'd find their body amongst those empty of souls. He'd promised to be more careful, but he'd dropped that worry as soon as their mic cut out. The fight had died down and an evac was only two miles away, but he demanded proof of their demise before he'd step anywhere near it. The man's steps crackled over broken glass and after the constant rain of bullets, the silence felt all the more deafening. His ears rang with a high pitched whine that he tried to ignore, listening for anything amongst the worrying stillness. He felt hope dwindle as seconds tic down, until he heard the sound of moving rubble in a room he'd yet to check. It could've been an enemy, perhaps it wasn't them, but despite the risk he rushed over and pushed the broken door out of his way. His breath left his lungs with weight as he saw their back, struggling to push themselves up. "Oh, gracias a Dios, estás vivo." Rudy said as he rushed over. A cruel sense of deja vu hit him as he gently guided them into sitting up, their hands covering their face. They groaned quietly, leaning against him for support. Rudy took a quick glance around, seeing pieces of their iconic mask broken. "Where are you wounded? Evac isn't far, what do you need?" He asked, only to hear them let out a strained chuckle. Slowly, blood covered hands stopped covering their visage. Air punched out of his chest as he finally got their face, and while blood dripped from a fairly painful seeming gash on their forehead, they smiled. "Tranquilo, cariño. Estoy bien." They said, gaze tired and a bit dazed. Rudy sighed and shook his head. "You've already used that line..." He said back, unable to stop the tiny smile as they snorted. "So I have." They hummed, resting against his armored shoulder. Rodolfo swallowed and chewed on some words stuck in his throat for a moment, up until they tapped him. "Just ask me already, Rodolfo. I'm losing blood and I think you should know how much I like you by now." They said with a hint of smugness. Rudy clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, chuckling when the poked him again. "Don't roll your eyes at me, young man." They scolded playfully, groaning in pain as he carefully helped them up, pulling them close to keep them supported. "A drink after this sounds nice, si?" He asked quietly. They nodded lazily. "With you? Absolutely." Rudy smiled and began slowly guiding them out of the broken building. "It's a date then."

✧König Badubrecht✧

Konig anxiously fiddled with the bracelet he snuck under his sleeves while he waited. He recalled a breathing technique and tried his best to keep his breaths quiet, but full enough to keep him calm. On any other day, he would've been mostly fine, but this was not every other day. No. His commander had told him that he, and two other soldiers, would be meeting up with a rather impressive taskforce run by Captain John Price. As if it wasn't enough that Ghost was on the team, as well as the ties they had to impressive forces in Mexico, all of that on its own was enough to get him antsy to make a good impression. But there was something in particular that caused his nerves to light up with unease. Meeting their sniper. Only known by their callsign 'Hotshot'. When Price had chosen them, word spread fast to allies about the impressive track record they carried. Twice, they had missed a shot twice. That was two compared to, give or take, three-thousand-four shots they had taken. A number that steadily grew with each mission, one kept track of just to prove the otherwise outrageous number. König loved the idea of being a sniper and practiced frequently, even if he was never given the position due to his size. Part of him wanted to ask for an autograph, but he also knew that would likely get him weird looks. "Oi, Großer Kerl. Das Team ist hier." His commander's voice startled him just as much as the words. König swallowed and nodded. He stood up and quickly fussed over his appearance before following. He let the other soldiers he'd be working with walk in front of him. He envied them, their confidence. Slightly baffled they could walk toward such impressive people without feeling the need to overthink how they'd present. It was one thing when König didn't care about their opinion, or when he was walking toward enemies. He'd strut forward with his shoulders rolled back and his chin high, gaze stern and sharp as the blade on his belt. But wanting people to like you, new people no less? He'd had easier times handling battles than that. It didn't get easier when they were in view. He towered over all of them, hiding wasn't much of an option, although his veil helped. König noted all of them individually as his commander spoke with Captain Price. Ghost certainly was intimidating, Gaz & Soap seemed more approachable, not to take away from their capable abilities however. Then his eyes fell on the last member, feeling his chest clench, making his hands do the same at his sides. He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he'd heard of Hotshot's illustrious reputation. Still, he wasn't expecting them to be so...beautiful. They stood confidently with a laid back smile, some left over war paint smudged under their eyes, black gloves over their hands. König had so much to say and it all piled up in the back of his throat. He'd gotten so lost in staring at them that he'd completely missed everyone introducing themselves to each other, hence why he flinched violently when he was addressed directly. Suddenly, someone he viewed so highly was stood in front of him, craning their neck to make eye contact. "You alright there, big man?" They asked with a smile. König let out a string of stammered noises. They rose an eyebrow with a head tilt as the man mentally scolded himself, trying hard to actually say a word, anything! "You're pretty." He said suddenly with a voice crack. Instantly, shame and regret waved over his body. Hotshot blinked a few times in surprise. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I didn't-" "I like you." They pointed with a grin again, much wider than before. König deadpanned, eyes wide and stunned quiet. He watched them extend a hand. "Look forward to workin' with you, Romeo." They teased lightly. König hesitated, but very carefully shook their hand with a nod.

König held his breath before pulling the trigger on his USR rifle. The bullet soared through the air and through the paper of the target, leaving a fresh hole in the figure's skull. He exhaled and smiled to himself under his sniper veil, taking notes on what he had done right, what he could do better. As he went to grab his pen and jot it all done, he flung it in surprise when clapping sounded behind him. He nearly broke his neck whipping his head around, pulse stuttering when he viewed Hotshot leaned on the wall. Or, Y/N, as they'd said to call them. Though König had yet to break the habit of calling them Lieutenant. He blushed heavily as they smiled at him, pushing off the wall. "Nice shot, big guy. Right between the eyes." They complimented, letting out a whistle as they gazed at the target. He swallowed a lump in his throat, hands growing clammy in his gloves. He hadn't known them very long, admittedly, although their reputation preceded them. It had been a little less than a month since he'd first been introduced, in that time, he'd grown to find them charming. Too charming for him to handle. "Remind me again why they won't give you a proper sniper position again?" They asked as he leaned back on his knees. Konig cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn't crack. "My size." He mumbled, a bit bitterly. Hotshot clicked their tongue both sympathetically and in annoyance. "Yeah, I'd imagine being that tall has it's drawbacks. Seems to have advantages too though. Still, I think you're a great shot. Little awkward on your form though." They explained. Konig glanced up at them with a small head tilt, silently hoping they'd elaborate. They smiled and crouched beside him, suddenly reminding him just how much bigger he was. "Get back in position, I'll show ya." They smiled. Konig nodded and did as told. He wasn't necessarily an obedient soldier, but he always listened to what they said. He'd been so worried about how they perceived him, stepping out of line brought too much anxiety. He wanted them to like him. He adjusted his hold on the gun, resuming the position he was in before they came in. "See, you're firing well, but is this a position you could hold for an hour?" They asked. "Nien, my back starts to hurt." He admitted. Hotshot nodded and snapped their fingers. "Exactly. Here, I can already tell your problem." He glanced at them before his breath caught in his throat, feeling their hand gently placed on his leg. Positioning it a bit more outwards, bending at the knee. Through thick cargo pants and a set of gloves, their palm felt like fire through fabric, singeing his skin. His hands twitched nervously when they moved up by his shoulders. "Now, instead of holding your head like that, try this instead." Their voice was soft, quiet. König felt his pulse in his extremities when their hand found his jaw underneath his make-shift sniper hood, tilting his head as they wished. "There ya go, big guy. Now, try firing like that." The nickname suddenly felt like fire to his senses, and he had to clench his jaw to bite back an unmanly sound. He did his best to hold the gun steady, aiming once more, ignoring the proximity of his superior. He fired, unable to focus on where the bullet landed. He could still somehow feel the ghost of their hands on his person. He flinched when they clapped twice. "Another headshot! Good job, mate. Keep at it and you'll be better than me soon." They smiled brightly. Konig blinked up at them, nodding carefully. The lieutenant hadn't missed the widening of his pupils. "I'll let you get back to it. Come get me if you want more tips." They patted his shoulder, taking careful note of his near-silent shudder. Perfect.

(TW; War typical violence, blood lusty König) The man heaved, feeling ice in his veins, bright red blood darkening the fabric of his gear. He counted the bodies around him, ten in total, none of them moving. He scanned the area around him as he continue moving, looking for more targets, knowing if he didn't have one in his sights, someone had him in theirs. His fist clenched around the handle of his blade when his radio crackled. Static mixed with a voice, one frantic, one familiar. Past his adrenaline rushed brain he heard the panicked call of his friendly sniper, one who'd recently called him a friend. Long legs broke into a sprint, operating off his most basic instincts, the most animalistic portions of his mind. He made it to their position with, to him, felt like seconds. He didn't process the information around him before his body was moving, quick as light and as brutal as iron spikes. Suddenly, his body count that day went from thirty to thirty four. A loud crack and a heavy thump of a limp body hitting the floor was the last thing her heard before the blood rushing in his ears started to settle. He turned to look over his shoulder, seeing Y/N coughing, grasping at their neck. He went over to them in three large strides, kneeling down in front of them. "Mein Freund, geht es Ihnen gut?" He asked, voice heavy with breath and a bit shaky. They coughed again with a nod. "I'm alright, I'm good. Thank you." He listened to the rasp out their answer. As things grew quiet again, König realized just how intense he'd been. One glance at the bodies behind him showed the true nature many often were unaware of. He was a violent, terrifying force when in war. Typically, he didn't care. He'd grown to stop caring after so much of his life was met with judgment or rejection. But he liked this person, therefore, their approval mattered to him, and now his anxiety began to rise. They'd fear him, avoid him now, surely. "König." Their voice snapped him forward again. "Can you get this mic off? It's hard to breathe with it..." They muttered, motioning to the throat mic tightly secured around their neck. It caught him by surprise. He'd just snapped a neck without hesitation not even five minutes prior, and yet they were asking for his help still. He swallowed and nodded. The winced and tilted their head back, allowing access to their bruised esophagus. König tried not to tremble as his fingers clumsily when to loosen and undo the mic. His hand was dangerous, blood still stained his gloves as he grazed their skin with the fabric. His chest felt ready to burst as he heard them sigh in relief when the pressure let go, easing some of the sting of the irritation. It was red, soon to be a deep purple when the bruises truly formed. It looked painful. König's fingers shook as he absentmindedly trailed the line dented in their skin. "I'm okay." Their voice made him jump again, bringing his eyes back to theirs. They smiled at him, already exhausted from the day of battle. König blinked and nodded slowly. He cleared his throat and pulled his hand away, like he'd been burned, feeling his skin lit aflame. "Let us finish so you can get to evac." He muttered, standing up, allowing them to use his deadly hand to hoist themselves up with him.

"God it is so pretty here!" Y/N declared as they looked around at König's hometown. Graz, Austria. König smiled behind his black medical mask as he watched them look around in awe, feeling pride bubble in his chest as they walked to his home. Since he'd joined the military, he'd gone home alone. It was lonely, yes, though he always made sure to visit his grandmother when he'd come back from missions. His apartment always felt too quiet, too empty. He liked his alone time but often times he found the solitude suffocating. Everyone he knew on his team didn't really have this problem, either being fine on their own, with friends to visit, or family to return to. That was until the hotshot sniper admitted a very similar situation to himself. He saw how their face fell when they mentioned it, and despite his fear of rejection, he took a leap and offered a plane ticket. It surprised and delighted him when they jumped at the opportunity. He was proud that they enjoyed his country so far, even if he was nervous about their opinion of his home. Not that he could avoid it, however, given they were already at his door. König unlocked the door and stepped in, immediately removing his shoes. They mimicked his movements and carefully set their boots off to the side. He took a second to note how small theirs were in comparison to his. They took a gander around his home. It wasn't much, a simply decorated place with some mild dust built up from how long he was gone. When they giggled quietly, his stomach twisted, wondering what it could mean. "Uhm, welcome to mein home. Do...do you like it?" He asked nervously. "You decorate like a grandma." They answered, turning with a big grin on their face. An old quilt was folded on the couch and on the wall their were crocheted works of art in wooden frames. "It's so cozy, it's really cute." Their compliment made him relax. He motioned for them to sit, which they did gladly. He was quick to make them tea, some for himself to calm his nerves. There was a silence that settled over them when he finally came to sit beside them, comfortable for them, anxious for him. They spared a glance at him staring at his tea cup, reaching out a hand to rest on his shoulder. "Aren't you gonna take off your mask? So you can drink it?" Y/N asked. König blinked, his breath catching in his throat. "...Nein." He muttered, setting the cup on the table in front of them. Y/N frowned. "Why? It's just me..." They said in a hushed tone. "You," He swallowed. "You will not like my face." He said softly, squeezing his hands together. They sighed and put their own cup down, standing up. König's eyes followed them and his face went red as they bent, placing their hands on his knees, looking him intently in the eye. "That is bullshit, big guy. I like you way more than you think I do. And I promise your face is not gonna change that." They said intensely. König blinked at them before he looked at his lap again. He inhaled deeply through his nose before he bit down on his tongue. Like ripping off a bandaid, he wanted to get the pain of their rejection off as fast as possible, so he tore off the mask, keeping his eyes scrunched shut. Some beats of silence left his heart palpitating. Then he felt warm palms carefully cradle his cheeks, forcing a gasp out of him. König blinked and looked at them, up, for once. Y/N's gaze trailed over his features, fingers lightly trailing over faint freckles to a scar across the bold bridge of his nose, down to the his oldest scar that ran from his right sinus to his chapped lips. A smile grew over their face as they took in his visage. "I knew it. You're one pretty man, Romeo." They purred quietly. The man's eyes widened before his breathing stopped, eyes fluttering as they pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. "Du bringst mich noch ins Grab…" He shivered. They chuckled and pecked his forehead. "Don't even think about it mister, you're staying alive for as long as I need for you to love yourself as much as I love you."

✧Alex Keller✧

Alex was a seasoned soldier. He'd constantly perceived through the unthinkable, cut it close with death more times than he could count. Shot, stabbed, kidnapped twice, inhaled complex chemicals, and managed to escape with his life after he detonated a bomb. Missing a leg, but alive. Maybe he was lucky, maybe it was the opposite. Either way, anyone who had the nerve to imply Alex as anything but impressive and strong was a fool, completely. The blond was someone any general would take pride in. So what on earth could take out a man with such an amazing track record? The flu. The answer was the flu. Alex practically never got sick, but when his fellow soldiers began to notice his less than fantastic state, it was hard to deny. Pale, clammy, a headache from hell. He couldn't do drills as well because his joints were sore and the coughing wasn't ideal. He managed to brush off concerns up until he threw up in the communal trashcan in mess hall. Finally, Alex's commander dragged him to the medbay. "Just sit down, Keller. Fucks sake." Julia grumbled as she set him on a bed. "I'm tellin' ya, I just need some NyQuil and I'll be fine-" Alex was cut off by harsh coughing fit that made the woman cringe. "With all due respect, Keller, you sound like you deep throated a cactus. Just let the medic look at'cha. We just got a new one, they're lovely, you'll be in good hands." She promised, making him sighed and rub his face, putting some pressure on his eyes, hoping it'd help the pain behind them. Alex hummed as he heard Julia greet a new voice. He dropped his hands in his lap and blinked, looking over at the new medic, not wanting to be rude. He couldn't tell if the warmth in his face was just the fever anymore though, not when he got a good look at them. They approached and set a clipboard down, standing in front of him, putting on some gloves as they smiled. Julia motioned to him. "This is Alex Keller, Keller, our medic, Plaster." She said. Alex rose an eyebrow and looked at them, watching them laugh. "It's my callsign. Brits call band aids, plasters." They explained. "And they'll fix all your cracks." Julia snorted, making the medic roll their eyes. Plaster grabbed a thermometer and put a cover on it. "Alrighty, Alex, just put this under your tongue. Don't want a soldier with such an impressive resume to be out of commission for too long." Alex blinked slowly as the plastic rested under his tongue. His brain was essentially mush, and the pretty face in front of him wasn't helping. "Heard o' meh?" He slurred tiredly, making them snort. "I have! Not everyday a man willingly blows up a building full of gas, much less live through it. Man of steel, eh?" They asked. Alex motioned to his leg. "Knee down." He replied, smiling when they laughed, taking out the thermometer. "Oh boy, 100.8. You, sir, should've been here much sooner. I'll get you some antibiotics and some NyQuil." Plaster said as they shined a light in his eyes. Alex lazily opened his mouth so they could check the back of his throat, heart thumping harshly as they carefully held his jaw, clicking their tongue sympathetically. "Poor thing, your throat looks pretty bad." He hummed. He gazed up at them as they carefully put a stethoscope to his chest. "Pulse sounds a bit quick." They mumbled. "'s your fault." Alex replied. Julia's jaw dropped open as Plaster tilted their head with a little chuckle. "Oh is it now? Well I'm sorry, sir." They replied. "Mm-mm, not complainin'." Alex shrugged. Plaster shook their head and wrote his prescription down, handing it to him before turning to Julia. "Make sure he stays in bed. And get some rest, casanova." They patted his leg. Alex gave a weak salute as Julia dragged him away, not paying attention to how she poked fun at him. "You're gonna feel so embarrassed when you can think straight." Alex shrugged as he stumbled beside his commander. "I dunno, I think they liked me." He said proudly. Julia rolled her eyes.

Getting a leg blown off was an extremely painful endeavor, obviously. Alex had a whole half of a limb blasted off at the knee, then he had to have it heal, then there were months of getting used to having his limb missing. And even after growing used to having his leg amputated, the pain was far from done. Excluding ghost pains, there was always some painful soreness left after using his leg all day. After some time, there was a level of pain that he considered normal, and therefore powered through. But there were other times where it was agony. It reminded him of the darker fairy tales he’d been told by his great grandmother. Like the Little Mermaid, how every step was agony, rather than the sparkly version Disney gave. He still tried to tough it out, but it really felt like hell. Leading him to limp to the medic’s area, hoping to hide from his bosses for a bit and perhaps ask for something for the pain. He winced as the pain became sharp, sitting on a cot in the quiet medbay. He sighed as he heard footsteps coming his way. He glanced up and saw their medic, the one that cared for him when he had the flu. “Mr.Keller, what brings you her- oh you look bad, what’s going on?” Their joyful tone quickly turned to worry as they approached him. He sighed and motioned to his leg. Quickly, the nodded and wrote something down. “Give me a moment. If it’s alright with you, I’d like you to remove your leg and compression sock.” They said. He did as told. There was both pain and relief when the heavy metal was pulled away. He set it beside him and tried to place pressure on his thigh. Plaster came back with some ICYHOT and a cold wrap. “Can I put my hands on you?” They asked softly. Alex rose an eyebrow, smiling when they rolled their eyes playfully. “Not like that.” They scolded, though they weren't truly upset. Alex chuckled and nodded, rub his his face. They put some gloves on and some of the Icyhot. Their hands were delicate as they carefully applied pressure to the muscle of his amputated limb. He winced and sighed in repeat as it both soothed and ached. All the while, they gentle cooed and comforted him through the pain. By the time the frigid compress was wrapped around his leg, he was exhausted. Alex went to stand, hobble his way back to his room, only for a hand on his chest to stop him. He looked up at them, being met with a gentle smile and a light push. He listened and laid back, though confused. “I think you should rest for a bit.” They explained softly, patting his chest. “And…you’d rather me do it here than my room?” He asked with a teasing grin, watching them laugh under their breath. “Come on, casanova. Give a lonely medic some company, would you?” They asked. Their tone made his chest tighten and his cheeks hurt from smiling. “Sure thing, doc.”

Alex sighed after taking a large gulp of beer from a pint glass, looking around the bar he'd popped into. Usually, bar outings were for celebration after a mission, this time though, he came alone. He wasn't there to mope or feel bad about himself, he just didn't want the loud commotion of his entire team. He was an extrovert, yes, but sometimes the company he wanted was more quiet, less straining. He looked at the foam residue in his glass, zoning out to whatever music was playing over the speakers. Some new-age country song if he had to guess. "Well, hello stranger." A voice near him made him flinch and raise his head, feeling butterflies erupt at the sight of his favorite medic. He grinned and turned to them a bit. "Plaster, hey, what're you doing here?" He asked. They waved their hand and came to sit beside him in the booth, not really minding the close proximity. "None of that callsign nonsense, Keller. You know my name, you can use it off base." They replied, setting a tequila sunrise on the table. The man hummed, the warmness in his cheeks now not only the alcohol. "Well, Y/N, what brings you here?" He asked. "A drink and the curiosity of American bars. The stories were right, it is filthy here." They commented, making him laugh and nod. "Well, so is all of America really." He hummed. They rose an eyebrow at that, though the held their question as he took another swig of beer, only taking a quick second to glance at the way his Adam's apple moved. "Coming from a man with an American flag on his arm, I hear you give your country quite a lot of shit." The medic rested their chin in their hand, eyeing him curiously as he glanced at his tattoo. "It's burning for a reason. I love my country but...I also don't. I...I love the idea of America, what it was supposed to be. What it is? Not so much." He admitted slowly. Y/N frowned as they watched his face fall. They could take a million guesses on what made him feel that way, he'd probably answer with an 'all of the above'. Instead, they reached over and patted his leg with a kind smile. "Well, there are plenty of places I can think of that would take an American, if you're able to handle the jokes on your accent." They said softly. Alex's throat tightened at the kind hand resting over his jean-clad thigh. It wasn't sexual by any means, but it still made his skin grow goosebumps. "Yeah? Would you be willing to take in this one legged stray?" He asked with a teasing tone. Y/N chuckled, but they nodded as well. "I'm sure I could take care of you real well." They whispered softly, barely audible over the commotion of bar life. Alex swallowed and suddenly the pressure on his leg became a little more dangerous. But the last thing he wanted as to pull away. Instead, he let out a breathy laugh, one a bit shaky. "Don't make a promise you can't keep, doc. I'm always getting into trouble." He replied. They tilted their head, an innocent motion with a layer of mischief. "I'll get you out of it." They replied. He knew they'd both go back to the base that night, that nothing would happen, given the sensibility of not making rash decisions with alcohol present. But, despite not even being buzzed, he already had his plan to play up a hang over, just so he'd have an excuse in the morning. Knowing full well they'd see right through him.

Alex was a hardened soldier. He'd been shot, stabbed, nearly blown up, inhaled toxic chemicals, and he'd had his leg blown off. Withstanding it all and still alive, still breathing and, at least somewhat, functioning. But there were days when the air filling his lungs felt monotonous and the lack of sound felt like death. Usually on nights where he was on leave. The first night was always the same, with him so exhausted he'd pass out and wouldn't have the ability to overthink. The longer he was alone, the worse it got, until his mind started to shot off thoughts he didn't really want to indulge. Counting the times he'd cheated death, the amount of lives he might've saved with better hindsight, whether or not there was another side, would it be as quiet as his home? He had friends, people he knew cared for him, but none of those dynamics felt right for voicing this part of himself. The deeper, more frightening bits. Or, well, he didn't have that before. In a moment of weakness, as he felt the weight of his life and its debatable worth rest too potently on his ribs, he grabbed his phone and hit a contact, a colleague. His work always spilled into his life, he didn't see why it had to stop with them. Guilt ate at him when they answered, hearing their tired tone reminding him of how late it was. But they didn't complain, they didn't scold or scoff. Their voice remained sweet, so worried for him, so caring. It aided all the more in having him cave, having him ask for a lifeline. It was raining cats & dogs and yet they only took twenty minutes to be at his door. He was still in his sleepwear, a pair of basketball shorts and a grey tank-top he'd had for a near decade. His leg was off, using his crutch, albeit begrudgingly. No words were shared as he watched them remove their shoes, water dripping off their coat as they hung it on the rack. This would've been the first time they'd actually be in his home, but he wasn't particularly concerned with their opinion of his awful décor choices. Y/N turned and looked at him with worry in their gaze. Again, silently, they took the hand that wasn't supported on the crutch and carefully pulled him to the couch. "Bad night?" They finally spoke, sitting down beside him. Alex nodded and rubbed his eyes. "Sorry, I dunno why I called-" They cut him off with a hand on his shoulder. He turned to them with exhaustion in his face. Y/N sighed sadly, raising their hand to hold his face gently in their palm. He melted into it immediately. There was something supernaturally soothing of human warmth, something real, something alive. "You trust me, starboy?" They asked quietly, thunder rumbling in the sky as he nodded. He mourned the loss of their hand as they situated a throw pillow on the end of the couch, moving to lay down with their back slightly elevated by the arm of the furniture. He watched them look back at him, then, with open arms, they beckoned him. It was a step too intimate for coworkers, bordering past friends, and he didn't care. He practically tossed his mobility aid away and slid over. Their chest became his pillow as he slotted between them and the back of the couch, feeling them grab the folded blanket he always left out, draping it over him. He let out a shaky sigh when their nails met his scalp. "Easy, casanova. Let me take care of you." They whispered. Alex let out a huff-like laugh. "You got it, doc..."

[luboy7rt]

How I Think COD (Farah, Alex, Laswell, Graves, and Nikolai) Characters Might Hug You

(Note: This is just what I (My headcanons) think their hugs might be like, enjoy reading!) (Platonic, romantic) (GN - Reader)

Farah Karim:

- I think Farah’s hugs are careful, and gentle of what she thinks you wouldn't mind. Carefully placing her hands on your forearm or elbow as he would pull you into a soft short hug.

- Farah would glance over your face or body to ensure you were comfortable, by checking on your facial expression or body language.

- Farah would twirl your hair or clothing between her fingers just to have something to do or she would hold your hand firmly.

- Usually, those types of hugs are a bit longer but if it was a quick hug, she would pull you in then gently push you away once it was done and she would keep moving.

- She isn't that used to physical touch but Is willing to give it as long as it's not too much, I think she could get pretty overwhelmed or antsy If it goes on too long.

- If you are taller than her, she would rest her head on your chest or shoulder and wrap her arm around your forearm to bring you closer to her heart.

- if you are shorter or around the same height so would rest her chin on your shoulder and wrap her arm around the middle of your back to do the same, so you would be chest to chest and able to feel each other's heartbeats.

- She likes to ensure during hugs that she could either 1. Hear your breathing or 2. Listen or feel your heartbeat, it simply calms her down and she is quite used to worrying over her friends or loved ones.

Alex Keller: 

- Alex's hugs are quiet and relaxing, he would let out a sigh of relief and rest his eyes.

- His cheek would gently rest on your shoulder, chest, or head. Always listening to every little thing you do or say.. He would literally melt into you.

- He would hide his face into your neck and take deep breaths, forgetting he could definitely accidentally tickle or annoy You with his facial hair.

- He would pat your head or massage the back of your neck during longer hugs.

- He likes hugging for a while.

- He likes physical contact and wouldn't mind if you were clinging to him, he would just give a big smile and not mention it even if other people ask why.

- His thumb would gently rub over your knuckles or fingers, finding doing little patterns sweet.

- He would also sway during hugs, front to back or side to side, he would maybe even hum quietly.

- This man is warm and willing to share it.

- Quick hugs are little side hugs, where he pulls you into his side and flops his head over your shoulder or head before getting back to what he is doing.

- Basically, like a weighted blanket, puts all his weight on you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders to pull you in close.

Kate Laswell: 

- Laswell hugs are quite rare, unless they were half assed friendly hello hugs. For those hugs, it would be an awkward little front hug that ends with a back pat.

- Her rare hugs would feel quite safe, her arms either wrapped around your waist or one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head.

- She wouldn't necessarily pull you into a hug, but if you went up to her and asked for one she would allow it.

- Her hands are either on your hips or the side on the sides of your stomach, I believe she would gently rub over that area or pick at the bottom of your shirt.

- She would rest her chin against your forehead if she could, if she couldn't then she wouldn't exactly lean on you.

- She would allow you to lean into her through, she wouldn't push you off if you wanted a hug.

- Not into that much PDA, small touches or short hugs are fine, but if the hug lasts too long, she would gently pry you off of her.

Nikolai: 

- His hugs are a bit ‘lazy’, hugs are usually just side hugs while walking, his arm thrown over your shoulder, loosely tugging you around.

- He would pat your shoulder or head as he would tug you along to go see his new upgrade to his helicopter. 

- He's accidentally a bit rough, tugging you somewhere, or placing you somewhere during these side hugs.

- His hugs aren't the greatest, but it's warm and tight.

- He would wrap one of his arms around your head, and pat the top of it, or pat your jaw.

- Once the hug is done, he'll push you away gently and snicker if you stumble. But he'll ensure you don't fall by grabbing your forearm.

- He's not into that much PDA but when he does touch someone, He soaks up the physical touch, bonking your head with his knuckles, or poking you annoyingly.

Phillip Graves: 

- This man does all types of hugs, his most common are side hugs or front Hugs.

- His front hugs are firmly and tight, patting your back. His arms are tightly around your torso or your back. His arms tightly wrapped around, squeezing tightly but not enough to actually hurt. 

- He would let out a sigh, and move his head around quite a bit, his jaw one moment would be digging into your head, his nose pressed against your neck, or his chin digging into your shoulder... He would keep changing it until he gets comfortable or you complain loud enough for him to get annoyed.

- He likes physical touch, his hand was always on you, your shoulder, knee, head, etc.

- He wouldn't let go, you would have to ask him to let go, and he might pretend not to hear it the first time.

- He would squeeze you and rest his hand on the back of your lower back 

- Might tickle you, just to hear your laugh or to simply annoy you, he would have a smug smirk or let out a laugh.

- He would either be very quiet or be very rambling about his day. When he's quiet he just wants to relax but when He is talking he talks a lot and it doesn't matter if you respond or not, he's willing to just keep talking.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

May I plz ask for a request ?

Reader who performs in the Rodeo.

(Riding Bulls, Lasso throwing, Etc)

How would Graves and Alex feel about it ?

🤔

a/n: oh my gosh, I love writing for things like this!!! This one’s a bit sloppy cuz I’m multitasking right now

Graves:

-he’d be all out FAN-BOYING over it, if you needed a sponsor: boom, shadow company is your sponsor, or if you want a spot in a rodeo? He’ll sell his damn soul if that’s what it takes to get you a spot

-goes to every single rodeo he can, and usually takes some of his shadows with him just for fun. He enjoys the feeling of his southern roots and adores seeing you doing things so close to him and you.

-always pulls you away after the rodeo or show to kiss you softly and tell you how stunning you did, peppering kisses along your chin and lips

Alex:

-isn’t as used to it as graves, but still loves the fact you enjoy your hobbie! And will show up to as many rodeos and events as he can.

-probably records it to show it off to others like “that’s my lover, aren’t they so cool??” And would talk about you for utter hours if anyone would let him

-anyone who asks if Alex is single or if you have any hobbies will get a whole paragraph about how wonderful you and you are on a bull, riding horses, lassoing cattle, hell even line-dancing

[thegreyjoyed]

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[mockerycrow]

Imagine Alex coming home after an exhausting mission, tired and injured, and the first thing he does is just pull you into a hug, refusing to let go.

When you tell him that he needs to treat his wounds first, he just gives you a dismissive grunt and doesn't let go.

You somehow manage to get him to sit down somewhere and begin to clean and bandage all his injuries, but he insists to hold your hand the entire time. When you tell him you need both hands for this, he pouts a little and holds your hips or shoulders instead - the physical contact gives him reassurance and comfort.

He watches you the whole time with pure love and adoration in his eyes, completely mesmerized.

When you're done, he just wants to cuddle up with you and fall asleep in your arms, not even bothering to change because he had been away from you for too long (more than an hour, really) and he's exhausted as well.

some crumbs for the alex simps (me)

-🦝

ME TOO INCLUDE ME IN THAT I TOO, AM AN ALEX SIMP!!

Let me throw this to you as well.. an alternative of him looking at you….

You’re patching up his wounds and since you insisted you needed both hands, he very reluctantly lets go, but he adjusts himself with a pained grunt so he can lay his head on your shoulder. You gently reprimand him for moving, but he just offers a “mhh” noise, hiding his face in your shoulder.

Alex takes deep breaths to smell you and the scent of your shirt, the smells naturally relaxing him. If his arms aren’t injured/you already patched up his arms, he puts your shirt between his fingers, feeling the fabric underneath. He nearly falls asleep, exhausted and finally feeling safe with you—until you murmur you’re done, which he then wraps his arms around you properly and snuggles you into the bed, ignoring your quiet protest of how he hasn’t taken off much of his gear.

[typeobby]

Hi Sweet🖤

could I get something Ghostface!Alex Keller x f!reader?

Along the lines of she knows what/who Alex is so she asks to have the experience of being chased by him randomly. You can make it nsfw if you do that.

Feel free to change this according to how you're inspired though, there's no rush either.

××

A CHASE

warnings: muder, gore?, sight nsfw, non cannon

ft: slasher!alex keller x f!reader (even tho i mostly used ‘you)

notes: HIHIHI yesyes ofcc 😭 also thank u sm for being my first request i forgot to put horror characters as who i also write for lmao my writing can b a little iffy at times so lmk if theres anything i needa improve on xx

You were always a fan of alexs work, the way he drove that knife so smoothly into their skin, the way he would always hide from the police, the way he was so sneaky, all of it. You couldn’t help but be amazed.

You were in your tiny shared kitchen scrubbing the shit out of his killing knife, running your fingers across the sharp blade. You couldnt help but feel the heat arise to your cheeks, and your legs.

Alex would come out the bathroom, his hair wet, his normal blue eyes still chased with thrill from his last hunt, his toned muscle and skin mesmerising in this state. You couldnt help the words to come flying out your mouth

“Alex, darling?” you would ask with shaky moist hands “i-i your work, can you” fuck how do i say this “can you chase me tonight, knife and all” you would splutter out not thinking about what you were saying.

Alex would freeze right in his tracks looking at you like you were crazy but also, in awe?

“Dove, do you really want me to?” he would move closer to your, grabbing your waist with his worked out hands, his breath hot against your neck. You would quickly nod your head hoping he would get the message, luckily he did.

“alright sweetheart get ready, and we’ll meet at the park” he would whisper in your ear seductively grabbing his knife as tracing it on the kitchen counter before leaving.

(ONTO THE GOOD SHITTT)

You were hiding behind a tree trying to get best out of view, holy shit this was scary but fucking hell how much this turned you on. You could hear his footsteps coming closer and closer his heavy boots thumbing, you had to cover your mouth with your hands to shush your breathing

“bunny, bunny, bunny where are you?” he would sigh his knife tracing over some trees leaving a mark. In all your might you fought the urge to jump out and let him take you whole, but you didnt. Lost in thought he found you.

“awe how cute, hiding behind a tree, classic” he would move closer to you pointing his butchers knife high, ready to stab, ready to wound.

As it was norma instinct, the adrenaline would rush in causing you to jump out of ur position and run, sprint. The cold brisk air with your heavy panting was eutrophic. Having your loving, dangerous boyfriend chase after you like he did his victims. He was right behind your arse. One small wrong move and you were done. It was muddy and bumpy a easy way to fuck up, it was dark also so thats even worse. You would turn your head to see how far he was, he was life 3ft away. fuckfuckfuckfuck

Suddenly a large chopped down tree stump was in your way while u were distracted causing you to trip over and leaving a deep graze your knee, a trickle off blood running down your knee, you would turn around to find Alex right behind you. His knife right against your neck. The cold metal digging slightly into your skin, his spare hand cupping both your cheeks squeezing tightly. His tounge swiftly licking the blood from your neck.

“We all know what happens to bunnys when they get found”

[macravishedbymactavish]

Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

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TW for light flirting and swearing, eventual angst

Chapter 01

Sun pouring down onto your shoulders, heat seeping through the tank top you donned. You held back a yawn as you pulled your garbage bin back to the side of your house. Wheels rattling against the pavement of your driveway as you yearned for your bed. Glancing up at the street in front of your house, your eyebrow raised as someone pulled their garbage can out to the curb. 

Garbage day was this morning, a little late to the trigger pull dude.

Debating on if you should speak up or not, biting the inside of your cheek. On one hand, you were exhausted. Your last shift weighing heavily on your muscles and bones. Walking over to correct a total stranger who can’t read a schedule wasn’t high on your priority list. 

Listening to Susanna down the block complain and pull the HOA card again wasn’t either, though.

Sighing softly, you pushed the garbage bin into it’s spot and made your way across the street. Giving an awkward wave to the man as you approached. Smiling tiredly, sliding your hands in your pockets as you began to feel borderline anxious. Awkward. Like all of this was a horrible idea.

“Hey, what can I do you for?” The stranger offered politely, his tone genuine as he leaned against the bin. 

“I live across the street, and uh noticed you pulling your bin out this morning.” You explained, pitifully. Shrugging as your mind blanked. Why were you making this so weird?!

With a soft chuckle, “I’m gathering that, as I saw you walking over here….from the house across the street. I’m Ale….n, Allen.” He offered, holding his hand out. Shaking it, you gave him your name. Ignoring the flushed feeling in your cheeks as he offered you a smile, cheeks hiding parts of his eyes as he did so.

“So, Allen. Garbage pickup is every Tuesday morning; the rest of us pull our bins out Monday night since the truck comes around at like 8.” You explained, shrugging one shoulder. Explaining how your lovely, yet stern neighbor would have his head if he left the bin out until Wednesday.

Letting out a long exhale through his nose, he nodded. Looking down at his garbage bin in defeat. Another week of waiting for it to be emptied, unless he brings the bags in himself. Without thinking, you spoke up.

“If it’s overfull already, you can split with me. Half a bin each should get us through until next week.” While the offer was sincere, you still felt like a fraud. You had never done this for any of your other neighbors, yet here you were offering to help a total stranger.

The sleep deprivation must be catching up to you; thank god last night was your last shift for a few days.

“You don’t mind? I can throw down a tarp in my vehicle and bring my stuff to the landfill. Proves me right for not reading the schedule properly.” He chuckled to himself, pushing off the garbage bin and rolling his shoulders back. Watching in amusement as you vigorously shook your head, sternly repeating your offer.

“We’ll split it, Susanna can’t write instructions clearly if her life depended on it anyway.” Waving a hand, you started toward back toward your driveway. Stopping when you didn’t hear the telltale signs of the plastic wheels rolling against the pavement. “That’s an order, Allen!” 

“Alright, boss.” Allen chuckled, giving in and pulling his bin across the street to take you up on the favour you were offering. Refusing to let you do any of the work once you reached your house. 

“You know; neighbors typically welcome each other with lasagna. Maybe a pie. Not free reign to their garbage bins.” Allen smiled at you, the expression widening as you rolled your eyes. Correcting him that this is a one time offer, and you’ll fight him if he uses your garbage bin all the time.

“Threat or promise?” He asked cheekily, slowly backing out of your driveway as you sat dumbfounded by his confidence. Racking your brain on a response as he laughed to himself. Waving to you as he made his way back to his own residence.

“He was totally flirting with you.” Your friend deadpanned that night, hands laying flat on your counter as you recounted your earlier interaction with the new neighbor. Their eyebrows raised as you shook your head.

“No, he wasn’t. He seems like one of those people that can make friends with a brick wall. Just very extroverted.” 

“Threat or promise?” They mimicked, snorting in amusement as your cheeks flushed. “I rest my case. That's totally flirting.”

Waving them off, you pushed yourself off the couch. Wandering into the kitchen to pull your shared dinner from the oven.

“It was bizarre, the way he introduced himself. It kind of reminded me of when you change your phone number after so many years of having it. Y’know? You start rattling off your old number, but stop yourself and have to actively think of what the new number is.” Your friend raised their eyebrows, trying to find a normal explanation for Allen’s initial odd behaviour.

“Maybe he’s trying out a new nickname? Or stopped going by an old one?” They offered innocently.

“Allen isn’t a nickname.” You pointed out, popping a fry into your mouth. Shaking your head unconsciously. 

“My name is Al…..len. Allen.”

“I just don't get it. He seems so genuine otherwise. Like the kind of man who would save a kitten from a tree.” You sighed, dropping your head into your hands. His words continuing to echo in your head as you worked to decipher the meaning.

Your friends wolf whistle brought you back to reality. They now stood by the window, pulling back the curtain with one finger. 

“Looks like the type of man too. Holy fuck.” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you smacked your hands against the counter in disbelief.

Mind unable to form words, you made a disgruntled sound. Rolling your eyes when they waved you over aggressively. Telling you that you had to see this, no shirt. Curtains open. Holy fuck.

“Stop! Before he catches you staring and thinks it's me.” You hissed, thinking of all the different ways that interaction would go. None of them striking you as appealing.

Sound catching in their throat, your friend dropped the curtain and flopped down onto the couch. Emarased laughter muffled by the cushions as your jaw dropped.

“You're kidding!” You groaned, head falling into your hands once more. “How am I supposed to explain that without sounding suspicious! Sorry about the other night, that was my friend gawking at you through my window. That's literally the equivalent of asking for a friend.”

“Or, you could ask him for a encore performance.” Your friend lifted their head from the pillows, wiggling their eyebrows at you as they spoke. A short scream escaping their lips as you threw a balled up take out menu at them.

“Have a good shift?” Allen greeted you a week later, the moment you stepped out of your vehicle. Covering your mouth as you yawned, you nodded. Eyebrow arching as you looked over at him, standing on your lawn with a lawnmower in hand. 

“Oh! Shit, yeah. I thought I’d return the garbage favour with some free labour. You seem to work a lot, and I’m waiting on my next round of shifts to start so it felt right.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Gaze cast down to the ground as he sheepishly apologized.

“No. No apologies for doing a good thing. I’m just exhausted.” You reassured, reaching a hand out to place it on his arm. Stopping yourself before you touched him -- scanning over the shading across both forearms. “Tell you what, I’m going to sleep for a bit; but once I’m up for the night supper is on me. You choose the place.” 

Smiling at you, he nodded. “Threat or promise?”

“Threat.” You winked, leaving him standing speechless on your front lawn.

N O T E:

Funny story, actually. I started writing this series for the Alex Keller Writing Challenge. Except it's been months since that challenge ended, and I totally forgot what prompts I used. Otherwise I have all the parts written and in the queue.

General Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @bowtruckleninja @v1naco

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I’ve noticed something

Fem reader fics: ✨💖Romance, lovey dovey, smut, 💖❤️

Gender neutral reader fics: 😢 Angst, sadness, mean reader, sterile, platonic 💀 ☠️

[roachesbf]

Alex Keller (G/N Headcanons)

Alex is a big lover, not a fighter when it comes to you. Literally the image that goes like “my girl tell me to shut up and I do” he’s just so whipped for you, he has to focus his face muscles to not have a lovestruck grin permanently on his face whenever he's around you. When he gets back from deployment, he has to be skin to skin touching you. Could be holding hands, knees touching, shoulders bumping. He especially loves kissing your face all over, wanting to hear your laugh as his facial hair tickles your face. He likes holding your hand but he goes soft for when your pinkies interlock, it’s such a simple touch that has his lips quivering because you’re acting so gentle with him. 

Maybe it’s the american in him but he loves giving you stupid nicknames like sugarbuns or lovebug. And just like a classic American he loves cooking a classic hearty breakfast for you, which usually is pancakes, bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns (with some exceptions if you don’t like those options..but he will still make it into an American classic somehow). Whenever you’re laying down he’ll just flop himself onto you, of course this catches you off guard telling him to get off as you hit his back, but he just looks at you like he has no idea what he’s doing. God gives his silliest soldiers the most babygirl eyes.

(first time doing this with cod characters so I am a bit nervouss, I love Alex he's such a sweetheart I'm gonna give him a big ol smooch...) 

[brokenpieces-72]

Dim Lights

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TW: dark imagery, very dark visuals, like dang my brain went kind of fucked doing this one.

By now you’re bloody exhausted. You’ve been sitting around the pool table going over everything with Laswell, Charly and Alex. Everything you know, everything they know and putting everything together that will fit. Charly and Alex were playing pool while you were fighting to stay awake, Ghost’s cat curled up in your lap.

Alex may be off the force now, but he still has some friends in the right places who can get evidence. Evidence that can let Farah go free, and maybe give you an edge on your current case. If you could put the officers on the boats without proof they were undercover you could at least reduce the sentence, maybe hope for bail. Laswell could represent them in court but even then it’s still a matter of proving them innocent. There were still two components you needed to make everything else work.

Nolan, and the key.

“If we have Nolan we can bring down Makarov a lot easier.” Charly comments.

“Milena’s dealings going public would make funding a lot harder.” Alex suggests.

“No.” You manage to say, half awake. They look over at you. “Makarov is away, that’s my time limit to solve this case properly.”

“If you solve this case properly, they will all be imprisoned.” Laswell reminds you.

“You know what I mean. I need to get evidence that solves this in their favour.” You say.

“Proving Makarov is behind it will do that.” Laswell says.

“Trying to prove someone like Makarov is corrupt will take too long, I don’t even want to think about what he is doing right now. I want to focus on getting the guys out. Plan a is to solve this case, plan b is doing it the ugly way. Plan c is last resort.”

“What’s plan b?” Alex asks, though he’s already guessing.

��Breaking them out.” You say, nonchalant. Charly smirks at that. “It’s more idea b, cause I don’t know how I would break them out.”

“What’s plan c?” Alex asks leaning on the pool cue.

“Not sure I want to think about it, and it’s only there if I can’t figure this out before Makarov comes back and takes the case into his own hands.” You exclaim. “Right now they’re the only ones who can put him in the ground, as eye witnesses. Makarov knows that, and since he’s taking time off it means he’s planning for them.”

The three could have guessed that, but they stay silent for your thoughts to be out loud and in the open. The silence also leads you to realize something.

“He’s digging their graves.” You say out loud. The other three had considered that but didn’t want to think about it. If Makarov couldn’t get a conviction or confession in his favour he’d make his own judgement. Your father had been on the other end of that judgement. You had to work quickly.

You need to get them out.

“I don’t care what we have to do. If I find Nolan and get him to cough up what he knows, we can redirect their reason for being there. Need him to cough up everything about that night.” You say.

“You vs the big ugly brute doesn’t look good for ya love.” Charly says. “You’re going to want help.”

“Where do we start looking?” You ask.

“I’ll ask around.” Alex says. “We need to find him and fast.”

You nod absently, looking down to see the cat was wiggling on her back. You gave her some belly scratches, welcoming the distraction. Laswell sighs, and stretches.

“I’ll need to get to work putting a defence for John together. Alex, get whatever you can and I can add it.” Laswell says, getting a nod from Alex.

“Call me when you find the ugly fuck.” Charly says, heading for the door with Laswell. Alex smirks before turning back to you once the door closed behind the two women. He sees you still playing with the cat, lost in thought. He sets the cue aside and lowers himself on to the couch. Alex fiddled with his prosthetic leg getting comfortable on the couch with you.

“Graves talked to me about what happened.” Alex says. You stop for a moment and then go back to playing with the cat, making her paw at your fingers. He moves a bit closer so he’s beside you on the couch. Alex is propped on his elbows leaning forward.

“How’s Farah?” You ask. Alex looks back at you and then forward again.

“Herself. She’s strong and her charges are minor. Push comes to shove I can cough up the money for bail. Means she’ll be on a leash though.” Alex says thinking about her. He can’t deny her determination. You’ve seen how he looks at her. The way she looks at him. There’s a beautiful respect there.

“How are you doing?” He asks. You stop playing and the cat rolls back over looks up at you. You shrug, unsure what to say.

“I thought I was fine with breaking the rules. I want to do this the right way but… I’m not my father.” You say, still thinking about what Price said.

“Your father got help from Price.” Alex says, seeing your expression. “Price got help from you.”

“Whole lot of shit it did for him.” You say, getting a small lump in your throat.

“You’re helping him now.” Alex says.

“Because Ghost helped me.” You argue.

“So did your father.” Alex says.

“But I’m not him!” You protest, your eyes tearing. “I’m not my dad, and I don’t want to be. I don’t get a choice anymore, I have to be my dad so I don’t get myself killed. I need to be dad or I lose everything my dad ever built, everything he ever left me with. And all I’m doing is sitting here, praying for a miracle to happen because I don’t know what else I can do. For all I know Nolan is already with Makarov, hiding away somewhere! If I… if I had just kept my stupid mouth shut, left Graves out of it, then none of this would have happened! I wouldn’t be alone…”

It feels good to let it out, even if hurts. You just don’t know what else to say. Alex listens and lets you get it out. Not the first time he’s been a shoulder to cry on.

“Y/n. We are going to beat Nolan until he spills more than his guts. You are not alone, you don’t need to be and you sure as hell shouldn’t be tonight.” Alex says. You sniff, and use your hoodie sleeve to wipe your eyes.

“Come here.” Alex says, and puts an arm on you, holding you tight. You need this. It helps a lot. You and Alex may not be close but he was one of the few you could rely on. You lean into his side and he lets you sit there with him, crying it out. The cat turns in your lap, and reaches up, head butting you. You give her some pets as she nuzzles into you.

“Feeling a little better?” Alex asks. You nod, sniffling a bit more.

“Thank you.” You croak.

“You have any blankets?” He asks. You look up at him. “Not leaving you alone in a safe house like this that’s for sure. Tomorrow we can start looking for answers. Sleep first, food in the morning, and then we get evil.”

“You’re not your father… you’re not your father… you’re not your father…”

You’re sitting across from Ghost at first and the key is on the table. Ghost has his balaclava, and suddenly is behind you with the key dragging across your throat. You feel yourself choking on something warm and thick. Suddenly you’re shoved to the ground.

You’re in the warehouse again, with Alejandro and Rudolfo staring down at you, skull masks on their faces. Everything around you is a blur.

“You’re not your father…”

As you stand up you feel a hand gripping your arm leading you past the two Los vaqueros. They stare you down, and you feel like the wind is knocked out of you. You can’t make out the person dragging you to a car, more focused on walking. Every step is heavy, and as you get closer to the familiar car you feel nothing but guilt. You see Gaz opening the door.

“You’re not your father.”

You get in the car, and see Soap in the front seat. The drive feels long and unending. Your head is foggy and you keep hearing voices. As you approach a building you start to panic. Not here. Not here. Anywhere but here!

“You’re not your father.”

You’re back home. It’s late. Not here. Please not here.

“You’re not your father.”

You see the door open, and Graves walks in, shirt covered in blood. When you look past, you see Farah on the ground, completely still. You hear a hauntingly familiar voice call out. When you turn you see yourself, as a little kid running towards Graves. When you look back you see Makarov holding younger you in a hug.

You reach for yourself, wanting to pull yourself away but some grabs you hand. You look back and see him.

“You’re not your father… you’ll never be your father.”

Price stares into your eyes and you feel nothing but hopelessness. You turn back and see the younger you being picked up by Makarov. No you can’t let him take you. You try to fight against Price but he holds you close, your screams are muted.

No. No you have to save them. You keep struggling and freeze. There’s a gun to your head.

“You’re not your father.”

The gun fires.

Alex hears you moaning and comes into your room, shaking you awake. You’re twisting and writhing, crying out, begging for someone to let you go.

“Kid! Wake up! Wake up!” Alex says. You wake and cry out, lashing out. Alex is able to work quickly and take you by the wrists, pulling you into a hug. Your heart is pounding and your mind is racing as Alex helps you ground yourself, hushing you and keeping a firm hand on the back of your head.

“Just a dream… it’s only a dream.” He says over and over, even after you put your arms around him, clawing at his shirt.

Then why do you still feel hopeless.

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Lia's Cod Masterlist

Hi lovelies! This is my official CoD Masterlist to those of you who wish to have an overview of my content so far and future content. This is a short navigation of my works and I hope you guys enjoy it.

These are all arranged in chronological order :3

Sidenote: I JUST REALIZE HOW MUCH CONTENT I HAVE, IT'S FAR MORE THAN WHAT I EXPECTED THAT I'VE MADE.

Edit: I published it by accident 😭

Edit as of January 7, 2024: I will be editing my rules soon and though I have 18+ (only to indicate my age) in my bio, that doesn't mean that any minors cannot interact, you can because all my works are sfw (as far as I'm aware there are a few suggestive works). Even if they were nsfw, your internet consumption is not my responsibility and I'm not uncomfortable if you do decide to consume that content under the impression that you know what you are getting into once reading it.

This is all my replies to asks that are not content:))

This is the tag link to all my content that is my wroks

The dividers are brought to you by @anitalenia, who happened to so kindly and graciously accept my request and the amount of edits it took, I'm so sorry for the amount of work it took you love. Thank you so much for these amazing dividers and for being so patient with me even though you have work 😭🩷

Dating Headcanons Part 1

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Dating Headcanons Part 2

Characters Included: Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski

Dating Headcanons Part 3

Characters Included: König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves (+ some headcanons including the Shadows), Makarov???

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Synopsis: More headcanons and scenarios of Kyle "Gaz" Garrick as your partner.

Engagement Headcanons and Scenarios

Synopsis: Headcanons and Scenarios of Simon "Ghost" Riley before, during and after proposing to you.

Husband!Character/Wife!Character Series:

Simon "Ghost" Riley Version

John Price Version

John "Soap" MacTavish Version

Husband! and Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Series:

These are can be seen to be related to my Ghostie series.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon as your husband.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: Short imagines.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagines List

Synopsis: A bunch of scenarios with Dad!Simon.

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a sick baby Headcanons and Imagines list

Synopsis: You and your husband take care of your sick baby. (Mainly your husband)

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley with a Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: How Simon was during the pregnancy and delivery of your baby girl.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one.

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Date Night Things

Little Ghost (Ghostie) Series:

My AU of Simon Riley with finally a family of his own, this is a self-insert with the reader being Simon's wife and my OC as their daughter.

Little Ghost

Synopsis: Your husband Simon came home to a surprise from you and Ghostie (Fluff).

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

Synopsis: Headcanons of TF141 interacting with Reader and Ghost's daughter.

More Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley and Taskforce Moments With Little Ghost

Synopsis: Halloween and other moments and headcanons for Ghostie.

Realizations (Simon "Ghost " Riley x fem!Reader)

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Synopsis: Synopsis: Simon having baby fever because of his little one (gn! Ghostie).

Little Ghost Holiday Drabble

Synopsis: Baking during the winters with your kids and husband during the holidays.

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Synopsis: After a lengthy divorce, you and your now ex-husband have gone your separate ways, though your daughter keeps you tied to him. What happens when something brings you back to what you've been avoiding?

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 2

FWB!Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Your girl?" "My girl.."

Synopsis: Your ex finds himself at your doorstep ready to beg you to take him back after he cheated on you, unfortunate for him, your "best friend" Simon was there on the look out for you..

"Your girl?" "My girl.." (Part two) (NSFW)

- Part two written by @blingblong55

Cowboy!Outlaw!141 (My version)

Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..

Villain!Ghost AU

Teaser..

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wishes for your company..

(This will have it's own Masterlist)

Bringing your boyfriend/girlfriend to Sephora or a cosmetics store

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Dad!CoD Character Scenario (Imagine?)

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, König, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

What Type of BF/GF CoD Characters would be

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Their Reaction To You letting go of their hand while you're out in public

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

How CoD characters would react to someone making fun of their s/o's trauma (Requested)

Characters Included: Simon Ghost Riley, Kyle Gaz Garrick, König.

Dad!Cod Scenarios

Synopsis: Them as dads, what type of dad they'd be

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Comfort Headcanons And Scenarios Of Cod Men With Your Kid

Synopsis: He has a romantic relationship/connection with you (Singleparent!Reader) and he comforts your little one, making you further realize how much he loves and cares about you and your little one.

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters

Synopsis: Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.

A little something of Simon Riley x Bookworm!Reader

What they do while you get ready

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Realizations

Synopsis: How you and Simon, the parents of Ghostie met.

Daisies and Talks

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Simon Riley finds you secretly visiting his mother's grave.

Crinkled Polaroids

Synopsis: Simon find you again after a few years, however things weren't in his favor.

Toothache

Synopsis: How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"? Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Disclaimer: Details on sexual intercourse (NSFW???)

Ex-Boyfriend John Price MiniFic

Synopsis: John sees you again for the first time after 3 years.

Masked Men Drabble

Characters in mind: Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Price Quokka Drabble

Spiderman loving bf (Gaz) x hello kitty loving gf (you) drabble

Nothing's new...

Synopsis: "You were a wonderful experience" "And you were... everything.." (Simon "Ghost" Riley) (Angst)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian!Reader Drabble

Husband!Simon x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Drabble

Boyfriend! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Drabble

Synopsis: Simon after his nervousness about your pregnancy fades.

Comfort with Price (Requested)

Synopsis: Your husband comforts you after a bad day.

Price makes his daughters cry (Drabble)

Farah Karim x Reader Drabble (Angst)

Cuteness Aggression Drabble (CoD men x reader)

Domestic Drabble (Babies, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader and John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader)

Pregnancy (Chunky Babies) Drabble (Simon Ghost Riley x Pregnant!Reader)

Mornings with Simon Riley

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