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ebodebo · 1 year ago

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Bang Bang Bar

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—ghost and reader are in a no-strings-attached, friends-with-benefits, type of situation, but the reader wants it to be a real relationship. ghost says no and the reader is like okay that's fine byeeee and the reader flirts with a guy at a bar and ghost gets just a little bit jealous.

—simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

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Ghost and you were laying in his bed, your leg draped over his, as you drew circles with your pointer finger on his bare chest.

"What're you thinkin' about?" He uttered, his voice sounding deep and grave. "Nothing." You quickly reply. He cocks his brow at your hasty reply and wraps his hands around your waist, and pulls you onto him, so you are straddling his torso.

"What's goin' on?" He asks softly.

You tug your bottom lip with your top teeth. "I was thinking.." You pause before continuing. "I don't want to do this anymore."

He tilts his head slightly. "Do what?"

"This." You gesture to both of your naked bodies. "Well..wait..not the sex part. I want to do that again." Ghost lets out a gruff laugh. "I mean, I don't want it to be casual." You declare in an earnest tone. "I want us to be a thing."

"We agreed on-" Ghost begins.

"I know what we agreed on." You breathe out. "I was just kind of hoping the sentients have changed?" Your curious eyes stare at him.

He lets out a breath before talking. "I told you. I don't date." Ghost says.

"I know, but don't all guys say that?" You remark.

"I'm serious. I don't."

"Even if-."

"No." He interrupts, his voice sounding rougher than usual. "I don't date." He continues. "This is all I can offer you."

You stare at him briefly before slowly scooting yourself off his torso and moving to get off the bed, grabbing your clothes that lay on the floor. "I understand that you don't want a relationship." You slide your jeans on. "But, I can't keep pretending that’s what I want too."

You reach for your shoes and begin putting them on. As you look up, Ghost's gaze meets yours. "What?" You question. He shakes his head and diverts his attention from you.

Once you slide your shoes on, you walk over to the door and say goodbye to Ghost and to that mess of a situation.

It had been about a week since you had essentially ended your "situation-thing" with Ghost. Not seeing him often felt weird, but you knew you couldn't keep pretending you didn't have genuine feelings for him.

You were in the break room, preparing a fresh cup of coffee.

"Jesus. You're the reason we never have any sugar." Gaz scrutinizes as he strolls over to you.

"Don't be mean, Gaz." You laugh as his eyes widen at the six empty sugar packets beside your cup.

"I'm being honest." His eyes continue to stare at the packets. "That is an insane amount of sugar."

"I've seen how much creamer you put in yours." You raise your brow. He throws his hands up. "You got me there." You smile and stir your coffee.

"Also, the guys and I are going to that bar downtown tonight. Would you want to come?" He questions as he grabs a mug from the cabinet above your head.

"The one with the stupid name?" You giggle as you take a sip of the hot liquid.

He rolls his eyes. "Hey, take that back. It is not stupid." He states, his face plastered with seriousness.

"For Godsake, it's called Bang Bang Bar." You cackle as you continue. "It sounds like a strip club, not a bar."

"Will you please just come? I hate going with Soap and Ghost alone." He grabs the coffee and fills up his mug. "Soap makes fun of me for my drink order, and Ghost makes no effort to stop him."

You pause your drinking, trying not to sound too intrigued. "Ghost is going?" Gaz walks over to the fridge and grabs the creamer. "Ya." You chew your lip, trying to ease your thoughts. "What about Price?" You try to change subjects. "No. Price said he had paperwork to do. I swear that man is a workaholic." You smile.

You were going to say no to his offer, but you decided you needed to get out of your head, even if it's just for a bit. "I suppose I can grace you boys with my presence." He chuckles as he pours his creamer.

"Don't be too flattered. I want to see you in that short black dress you wear." He jokes. You lightly hit his bicep causing him to spill some creamer. "Hey, You made me spill creamer." He dramatically whines.

"You didn't need it all anyways." You cheekily smile as you grab your mug and head towards the door, leaving Gaz to clean up the spilled creamer.

You felt the cold air brush your legs, lifting your dress slightly as you stepped outside of your car to head towards the bar. You walked down the paved sidewalk and eventually saw the flashy sign with the bar's name in the middle. You rolled your eyes as you pushed the door open.

The bar was more packed than usual, but after scanning the area for a minute, you spotted Gaz, flailing his arms at you. You stepped through a cluster of people and made your way to the guys, Ghost nowhere to be seen.

"Hey." Gaz and Soap say simultaneously as you sit next to Gaz in the booth. You can't explain why but you feel disappointed that Ghost isn't there. You shouldn't, but you do.

"What do you want to drink?" Soap questions, breaking your train of thought. "Uh..just a beer is fine. Thanks." You lightly smile.

After Soap grabs you a beer, you all make light conversation. Although, you mind still wonders where Ghost is. Your question is answered shortly as you see him enter through the front door and wander to your booth. Your eyes lock briefly before he directs his attention to Soap and Gaz.

"Glad you could make it." Gaz proclaims, and Soap pats Ghost on the shoulder. "Hey, Ghost." You mutter to Ghost. He looks over at you and nods to you.

The light conversation continues, mostly between Soap and Gaz. You are trying your best not to look at Ghost, and you sense he is doing the same. You feel awkwardness wash over you for the millionth time that week. "I'll be right back." You say as you stand up from the booth heading towards the bar.

You order yourself another drink, something to ease the nerves running through your veins. "Nice choice." You hear a male voice approach you. You look up to see an attractive man standing near you. "Mind if I sit?" You nod to him. "So, why is someone as pretty as you sitting by yourself?" You lightly laugh at his corny line. "I'm here with friends." You reach for your drink.

"Oh. Sad to hear that." He whispers. "Why's that?" You cock your head. "I suppose you can't leave your friends for too long. I would like to continue this." He smiles. "They can keep themselves company for a bit." You smile back, bringing your drink to your lips.

You chat with the mystery man for a little bit, after texting Gaz, telling him you were, in fact, not kidnapped and just chatting with a guy. During the conversation, you realize you both have things in common, and it doesn't hurt he's pretty nice to look at.

As you were talking, laughing, and shamelessly flirting with the man, he noticed a strand of your hair fall in front of your eyes. He gently raised his hand to brush the strand out of your face. Your face pinkens at his actions. "You are so beautiful." He whispers.

Although he was spewing such kind words, your attention drifts to your phone. A new message has popped up. It's from Ghost.

Ghost: Come outside.

"I'm sorry. Could you excuse me for a second?" You quickly ask. "Sure. I'll be here." You stand up from the bar and reach the front door, pushing it open.

You are immediately met with the cold air. You don't see him right when you step out, so you go around the corner to the little alleyway and see him leaning against the brick of the building, smoking. "What's going on?" You question as you prop yourself on the same wall.

He remains silent. His eyes wander down your body, taking in the tight dress that hugs your figure. "Ghost." He snaps his head up to meet your eyes.

"He's not your usual type." He mutters. You give him a confused expression. "What?" You say as your head tilts to the side. "That guy at the bar." He takes a puff of his cigarette. "He's not what you usually go for."

"Why do you care?" You accuse. "I don't." He insists. "Then why are you so interested in my boyfriend?" Ghost's head instantaneously lifts, his eyes narrowing. "Boyfriend?" You stare back at him. "No. I was just...I don't know why I said that." He releases a deep breath. "Thank Christ." He takes a final drag of the cigarette before throwing it on the ground.

Now, you are the one narrowing your eyes at him. "Why do you say that?" Your eyes widen. "Were you jealous?"

"No." He speedily says.

"I think you were."

"I was not jealous."

"Fine then. Since you have nothing important to talk about, I think I'll just go back-" He instantly grabs your waist and guides you onto the wall so his body is pressing against yours. Your breath hitches at his actions.

You both stand there in silence, your breathing becoming increasingly faster. "What are you doing?" You finally whisper.

He remains silent and positions his face closer to you so your lips are only mere inches away. He sees the heat flicker between your eyes and roughly presses his lips into yours as one of his hands comes to grasp your hair, which elicits a moan from you, causing him to groan.

His other hand slips to cup your ass, pressing your body closer to his so you feel his hardening cock. You pull back slightly, and his mouth instantly connects with your neck. "Tell me." You mumble through breaths. "Tell you what?" He mutters into your neck as he leaves sloppy, wet kisses on you. "Tell me you were jealous." You finally say.

"Of course, I was fucking jealous." He grits, as he drags his tongue across your jaw. "So, you only want me when someone else does?" You whisper. He quickly drops both of his hands and steps away. "Is that what you think?" You shift nervously. "What else am I supposed to think? I mean, you haven't talked to me in a week, and the one time you do is because I was with another guy."

"I thought.." He wipes his hand across his face. "I thought you deserved better than me. That's why I said no." He confesses. "You're fucking perfect. Too perfect for me." He whispers. "It killed me not to talk to you, but I just thought it would.." You step closer to him. "Thought it would what?" He looks up at you. "I thought it would force me to get over you."

"Did it work?" You murmur. "No." He says. "I could never get over you." Sincerity coated his voice. You step towards him and gently grab his hand. "Sorry, I'm just a fucking idiot." He pauses as he rubs the palm of your hand with his finger. "I understand if you don't want-" You catch him by surprise when you smash your lips onto his, your fingers thread through his light hair, slightly tugging on it.

"I'll forgive your idiocy.." You pant in between kisses. "If you make me come.."

"I've made you come five times in one night. This is no.."

"Out here."

His eyes slightly widen as he brings one of his hands to tug on your hair, causing a quiet moan to escape. "You minx." He replies.

In hindsight, this was quite a secluded alleyway, but it was still out in the open, meaning if anyone decided to turn the corner, they would see you both.

Ghost brings his hand, which isn't in your hair, to your breast, gently massaging and palming it, causing you to whine into his mouth. He slipped his other hand under your short dress so that he could graze your wet cunt through your underwear.

You rocked yourself on his fingers, seeking more friction. "More." You plead. "Ya?" He questions, his voice dripping with arousal. You nod your head quickly as he slips one finger under your panties. "Better.." He connects his lips with yours as he pushes a single finger into you. "Christ, you're so fuckin' tight.." He whispers into your mouth.

"I can't fit anymore." You moan as he begins sliding his middle finger into you.

"We'll make em' fit." He manages to fit the two fingers in you and begins pumping in and out of you. "Fuck, Ghost." You whimper, as he grazes your clit. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby.." He grunts out as his fingers move in and out, faster and faster.

You can feel yourself tightening, signaling your peak nearing. "Ghost...I...Fuck I'm so close." He drags his other hand up your dress so he can graze your bare nipple. "I can feel you tightening..." He slightly rolls your nipple in between his fingers. "Come." He commands.

That one motion causes you to climax. Your legs are shaking, and your pulse is racing. He holds you up by your waist until your orgasm subsides.

He cheekily smiles as he brings his fingers covered in your arousal to his mouth and sucks them clean. "Am I forgiven now?"

"I guess.." You continue. "Although I feel like it took you a little long to get me to come.." He chuckles. "Next time, I'll get three in you."

You laugh as you check your phone. "Fuck. The guys called me so many times. They must think something bad happened. We should probably leave." Ghost nods as you both walk down the alleyway.

"You think we should tell em'." Ghost chirps.

"Tell them what?" You question.

"That we're a thing now." He turns his head to face you as his lip curves slightly.

"Are we? Since when?” You cock your head.

"Since now." He grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers as you turn the corner out of the alleyway.

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also let's pretend mystery bar guy found a nice lady and they lived happily ever after in alaska or something.

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heartshapedthneed · 1 year ago

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Still getting the hang of drawing him 😊 but I just wanted to draw us together so badly

#f/o #self shipping #self ship #self shipping art #bigboywiththeskullface #LT

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ebodebo · 1 year ago

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Can you perchance write a smut fic about being married to Ghost and he has to take a phone call in the middle of the deed

The Bet

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—ghost x f!reader

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You and Ghost were at Laswell's house celebrating her recent promotion to Station Chief. The party wasn't Kate's idea, but her wife insisted on honoring her massive accomplishment.

Before you both went inside Laswell's house, you made a bet with Ghost. You bet that he couldn't stay the entire dinner, and he bet you couldn't stay the entire dinner. The loser was in charge of doing the dishes for the next few weeks.

"Ready to forfeit, big boy?" You whispered to Ghost as you sat alone on the couch in the living room with a glass of champagne in hand. "You wish." He muttered. You chew your lip slightly. "Well, in that case.." You reach into your sweater pocket and pull out a bundle of lace. "Took them off in the bathroom." She leaned closer, her hot breath grazing Ghost's ear. "They're dripping." His eyes widened. "Fuckin' hell." He breathed out.

"Can I have someone's help in the kitchen, please?" Laswell's wife proclaims. You swiveled your head to the kitchen. "Of course." You turned your attention back to Ghost. "Keep them." You slipped the piece of lingerie into his hand. "On the house." His breath hitched as you stood up to go help in the kitchen. He eyed you as you walked, slightly salivating at the thought of you with no panties on. Your bare cunt was only covered by a short skirt that could easily ride up at any given moment. He silently cursed under his breath.

"This smells so good." You chime as you carry the roast chicken to the table. "Thanks. Took forever to cook." Laswell's wife remarks. You smile and go to your seat as everyone else follows suit.

Ghost pulls out his chair next to you and takes his seat. He leans closer to you. "You better not try anything else." His voice drops lower, so low you almost don't hear him. "Or I'll bend you over the table right now." Your breath hitches at his words, your core becoming impossibly wetter.

It was 40 minutes into the dinner. Everyone was laughing and telling stories; they were all a little tipsy. The food was demolished, signaling that the dinner was almost coming to an end and you and Ghost were still in attendance. You cringed at the thought of losing to Simon and having to wash the dishes for a month straight. You decided to do something drastic. Something that would have to make him come up with a stupid excuse to leave.

You use your hand that's drink-free to reach for his hand, that's resting on his knee, under the table, making sure not to look too suspicious. You nod your head along to whatever the hell Kate is talking about.

You slowly bring his hand to your knee. You glance at him, though he looks completely unfazed. You steadily drag his hand up your knee, moving towards your inner thigh. He still appears unfazed. You maneuver his hand up even higher, his hand now grazing your dripping, needy cunt. His face is still stone-cold and serious. His lack of a reaction made you question if he even cared about what was happening. That was until you felt his pointer and middle finger curl into you. Your eyes widened in shock as you spit your drink out into your glass.

Everyone at the table directed their attention to you. "You okay?" Ghost questioned, his fingers still in your sensitive region, raising an eyebrow. "Yes. I'm sorry. I just swallowed my drink wrong." Your face slightly pink as you go to set your champagne down. Everyone resumed their conversations.

You narrowed your eyes at Ghost. "Did you think I wouldn't play along?" He murmured as he drew lazy circles with his fingers. Your eyelids closed briefly, taking in his movements, and then you opened them rapidly, remembering where you were.

You tried to keep your breathing steady as he slid his fingers up and down your swollen clit. You eyed him again as he casually took a sip of whiskey from his glass.

He leaned into you once again, whispering, "So tight." Before you could reply, he promptly pulled his fingers out, wiping your arousal off on his jeans.

Your body winced at the loss of his fingers. You recoil at the words that leave your mouth. "Let's leave." His lips quip at the lust in your eyes. He nods, taking one final drink from his glass.

"We better be on our way." He stands up, and you follow suit, pushing your chair in. "Thanks for coming." Laswell remarks as her and her wife follow you both to the door.

"Are you sure you can't stay longer?" Her wife begs. "I wish we could. Got a long day tomorrow." You say, nudging Ghost out the door. You both say your goodbyes to everyone and step out the door. You are all but running to the car.

Once you enter your house, Ghost's hands instantly wrap around your waist, smashing his lips into yours. He threads his fingers through your hair to deepen the kiss. You let out a moan as he nips at your lower lip, seeking entrance.

He roughly backs you up against the wall. "Surprised you didn't leave a spot on Laswell's chair from how fuckin' wet you were." He murmurs against your neck. You let out a quiet whimper. "Fuck. And those little noises you make." He presses wet, sloppy kisses on your neck. He grabs one of your hands and places it on the growing bulge forming in his jeans. "Make me so fuckin' hard." You catch his mouth in another deep kiss. "I need you. Right now." He groans.

He grabs ahold of the back of your ass and picks you up; you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He almost breaks a lamp, a picture frame, and a flower pot on his way to your shared room.

Once you make it to your shared room, he gently sits on the edge of the bed as you straddle his lap and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He slips one hand under your sweater and gently grazes your nipple through your lace bra. You moan into his mouth, which causes his dick to twitch.

His hand skims down your waist until it reaches the hem of your sweater. His fingers curl under the hem and swiftly pull the thick fabric over your head. Once the material passes your lips, he instantaneously reconnects his lips to yours.

You start to unbutton each of the buttons on his shirt, quickly pulling it off his body. He bends down to connect his lips to your collarbone, slowly moving around your chest as you thread your fingers through his light hair.

As he plants slow kisses on your chest, one of his hands reaches behind your body and unsnaps your bra, making your breasts fall out, which he is quick to capture with his hot mouth. "Fuck." You whine.

He picks you up once again and positions you on your back. "Take that pretty little skirt off fer'me." He eyes you as your finger gently sweeps down your body, slowly circling your nipple.

"Stop teasing..." He warns. You seductively grin at him as your fingers reach your skirt, slipping it off your legs. "That's not fair.." You say. He cocks a brow. "You still have your pants on.." He slightly grins as he undoes his belt and slips off his pants and boxers, causing his erect cock to spring out. "Better?" He questions, stepping in between your legs. "Mhmm."

He pushes you back on the bed and lays on top of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, your teeth scratching his own, and your fingers reaching for his cock. "Greedy one you are.." He whispers into your mouth.

He gently slips his cock into your wet cunt. "Fuck. You are tight." He grits. He slowly moves in and out of you, causing you to moan and him to grunt. Right as he finds a comfortable pace, the sound of a phone ringing bounces off the walls.

He peers over to look at his phone. "Fuckin' Price." He grunts. You wrap your arms tighter around his neck. "Call him back later. Don't stop." You whine into his ear. "Wouldn't think about it." His pace fastens as he reaches over to grab the phone.

"Captain." He says cooly as if he's not balls deep in you. Your eyes go wide and he gives you a warning glare. He continues pumping in and out of you.

"Ghost."

"Problem?"

"Nothing too serious. I need to go over the briefing from last week. Do you have time?"

"Sure."

Price recounts the last briefing to Ghost as you try your best not to make any noise as his cock pounds into you.

You cover your mouth as Ghost brings his finger to your aching clit and begins rubbing soft circles. The friction causes you to let out a soft moan. "Quiet." He drawls. "Or I'll stop."

"Everything okay, Lt?" Price questions.

"Fine. Continue."

Price continues talking as you feel your peak nearing. "Simon..I'm going to.." You choke out. His pace is picking up. "Come.." He commands quietly.

With that, you both come, and Price finishes talking as if right on cue.

"Thanks for the heads up, Price." He breathes out, hanging up.

"I can't believe we just had sex with Price on the phone." You say, out of breath.

"Don't act like you didn't like it." He gestures to your arousal covering his cock and dripping onto the sheets. "Because, clearly, you did like having an audience."

You slowly get up and head for the bathroom. As you’re in there, you hear Ghost yell, “Don't forget you still lost the bet."

"Technically, we left at the same time."

"That's not how it works."

"Then, pray tell, how does it work?"

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ebodebo · 1 year ago

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Operation Eclipse

—simon and you (sunny) got into an argument and hadn't spoken for a couple of days, during that time, you (sunny) are taken hostage by makarov, and simon and the team come save you.

—simon "ghost" riley x f! “sunny" reader

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"Why did you tell Price to pull me out?" You seethe as you close the front door on Simon.

"Are we still doing this?" He sighs, sticking his hand out to block the door from slamming onto him.

"Yes, because you think I cannot do my job." You accuse as you go to the kitchen to prepare a glass of whiskey.

"You know I don't think that." He wipes his hand across his face, rubbing his tired eyes. "And since when did you start drinking whiskey?" He cocks a brow, eyeing your glass.

You glare at him. "Don't change the subject."

"I was making an observation." He walks over to you and gently grabs your hand.

You quickly jerk your hand away from his grasp. "You don't trust me." You breathe out.

"That's not true." He quickly says.

"It is."

"It's not."

"It is."

"It's not." He said, his voice becoming more irritated.

"They why? Why did you pull me out? I was getting-"

"Because you're too emotional." He spits, interrupting your sentence. Your eyes widen, and he sighs as he closes his.

"I didn't-"

"No, you did." You continue, chewing on your lip, a clear sign of your anger. "I think you should leave."

"Sunny." He exhales as he steps closer, though you're quick to sidestep him.

"I mean it. I think you should leave." He stares at you for a moment before he lightly nods and heads towards the door, opening it. He pauses before he steps out.

"Sunny. I didn't-" He starts before he sees the impatience plastered on your face. He drew another sigh before turning and walking out the door, not realizing that this would be the last time he would see you in a state where all your sunshine radiance was intact.

"Where's Sunny?" Soap questions Ghost as he fills the seat next to him. Both are waiting for the rest of the task force to file in for the emergency mission briefing Price called for.

"She probably went to visit her dad for a bit."

"Probably?" Soap quips. "You don't know?"

"Christ, Johnny, do I look like the type of person who would keep tabs on her."

"Yes." Soap quickly supplies.

Simon lets out a soft sigh. "She won't talk to me."

"What did you do?"

"How do you know it was my fault?"

"Because you're a dumbass." Soap chuckles. "Of course, it was your fault."

Simon rolled his eyes. "It was."

Their conversation quickly dies as Price and Gaz stroll in. A sense of urgency was written all over Price's face.

"Listen up." Prices's voice seemed unsteady, unlike his usual steady intonation, it was almost like he was nervous to speak. "We have a new assignment." He looks around, his eyes landing on Simon.

"Wait, where's Sunny?" Gaz gestures to your usual seat next to Simon that was empty.

Price turns to Gaz before sighing deeply. "Like I said, we have a new assignment." Gaz gives Soap a confused expression before directing his attention back to Price.

Price continues, turning to address all of them. "Operation Eclipse." He pauses. "It's a rescue mission."

Gasps immediately begin to fill the small room. Gaz was the first to break the silence. "What do you mean?" He wearily asks. Although Gaz was the one who asked the question, Price directed his attention towards Simon.

"Makarov has Sunny." He continues. "In Russia."

Soap and Gaz quickly stand up, spewing a string of curses.

Simon felt the bile rise in his throat. The thought of that asshole anywhere near her, touching her, hurting her. "How long?" He finally says. Price, Soap, and Gaz all direct their gaze towards him. "A couple of days." Price responds. Simon lightly nods his head. "What's the plan?" Price glances over at Soap and Gaz. "Price." Simon looks up. "What's the plan?" He repeats, his voice sounding polluted with irritation.

As Price goes over the plan, all Simon can think about is you. He would never admit it, but he was scared. He couldn't afford to lose someone else he loved. Perhaps the only person that he has genuinely ever loved at that. Not to mention the guilt that prickles his skin at the thought of your last interaction.

"Got that, Ghost?" Price rests one of his hands gently on Simon's shoulder.

"Got it." He pushes his thoughts to the side. He needed to focus on the mission at hand, and get you home safe.

"Alright then." Price pulls out his walkie. "Operation Eclipse is a go."

Once the team arrives in Russia, Laswell sends the coordinates of the warehouse where Makarov is stationed to Price, and he passes them along to the pilot.

"We're gonna get her back, Lt." Soap pats Ghost.

Simon simply nods while staring out the window as the chopper hovers a bit away from the warehouse.

"Laswell, do you copy?"

"Copy, Bravo."

"About to have boots on the ground."

"Good. There aren't too many of Makarov's people on the ground. Should be easy to slip inside."

"Copy. Over and out."

The chopper lands, and the team floods out. They quietly make it through the wooded area to the back, taking down three men.

"Ghost, Soap slip inside; Gaz and I will take watch."

"Copy that, sir." Soap supplies.

Soap and Ghost stealthily enter the building, taking out two guards inside. They slowly walk around the area, sweeping it clean of men.

"Lt., This way." Soap tilts his head, gesturing to another door, where two more guards stand. Ghost nods and kicks the door open. Soap swiftly shoots the guards before they can pull their guns out.

"You found me." A voice echoes, causing Soap and Ghost to swivel their heads, hiding in the dark.

"Makarov?" Soap questions as he positions his weapon towards him.

He lets out a gruff laugh, standing up from his chair and walking into the light. "The one and only." He smiles, his voice full of arrogant cockiness.

"Guess you got word, I got one of yours. Huh?"

"Where the fuck is she?" Simon spits, his voice laced with venom.

He slowly walks around his desk. "Now, why would I tell you that?" He steps closer to Ghost. "I'm not done with her yet."

Simon dropped his weapon and grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the concrete wall. "Listen, you piece of shit. If you don't tell me where she is, I wouldn't mind putting a bullet in between your eyes."

Makarov lets out a chuckle.

"What the fuck is so funny?" Simon demands as his grip tightens.

"Look at you." He whispers, his voice sounding gravily. "You're soft for her."

"Where. Is. She." Each syllable, each word contains a lethal note.

Makarov spits in his face in response. Simon throws him on the ground, picks his weapon up, and shoots him in the leg, causing him to yell.

"Where is she?" Ghost repeats.

Bundled over in pain, Makorav grabs his leg, trying to stop the bleeding, and doesn't answer.

Simon brings his weapon up once again and shoots him in the other leg, which causes yet another scream.

"I'm not telling you." He grits as he grabs his leg.

Before Simon can shoot him again, they hear a scream coming from a nearby room.

"Is that-?" Soap starts.

"Sounds like her." Ghost finishes as he walks to the door. "Take care of him. I'll go get her."

"Copy that, Lt," Soap responds, as he points his weapon at Makarov's head.

Simon heads out the door and heads towards the noise, but not before hearing more gunshots followed by more of Makarov's screams.

He creeps towards the door, where he hears you. He promptly kicks the door open, not realizing that you have sprinted into a nearby closet, and begins shooting at the three men in the room. Killing them all.

After clearing them out, he scans the room for you. Surely, his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. He definitely saw you. As he continues looking, he hears a faint noise from the closet. He languidly stepped closer to the cabinet, setting his weapon down, before gently wrapping his hand around the handle.

As soon as he opened it, he was met with kicking and screaming. It was you. "Get away from me!" you hoarsely screamed as you violently shook your head. He gently wrapped his arms around you, attempting to calm you. "Get off me!" You yelp and try to push him off but to no avail. "Baby..baby, it's me." He pulls you closer. "It's Simon."

"Si..Simon." You whisper into his chest. You lift your head slightly, giving him a chance to examine the cuts and bruises that are now covering your face. His face and hands twitch at the sight. "Simon." You let out a cry. "You came." You push your face back into his chest.

"Of course I fucking came." He brought one of his hands up and lightly stroked your hair. "Of course I came." He repeated, softer than the first time.

"I...I didn't say anything." You blubber into his chest. "If you're worried about that." He brings your head up so you are looking at each other. "I don't give a fuck about what you said." He brushed his thumb over a bruise forming on your cheek. "I'm more concerned about you."

You lower your head into his chest again, tears still spilling down your cheek. He bends his head down to kiss the back of your head through his mask.

"Ghost, do you copy?" Price's voice booms through Simon's walkie.

Simon grabs the walkie from his vest. "Copy."

"Do you have Sunny?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, because we need to evacuate. Laswell says she can see more people flooding the radar."

"Copy that." He puts his walkie back. He looks back down at you. "Let's get out of here. Okay?" He says softly. You slightly nod as he ushers you out of the room, his arm wrapped around you.

You both make your way to the back door where Soap is waiting. "Good to see you, lass." You give him a tiny smile. You all step outside the door and hurriedly approach the aircraft.

Gaz grabs your hand and helps lift you into the chopper, and you find your seat as Ghost sits next to you and Soap next to him.

"Good to see you, Sunny." Price nods in your direction. You nod back to him as you lean onto Simon. You glance over to your side and notice Gaz staring at you. You reach over to grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

Simon gently grabs your hand and threads his fingers through yours; you flash him a little smile.

Even though Simon never really considered himself a religious man, in that moment, he truly felt like he should be on his knees praying to some God that you were alive and with him.

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