#mi6 uk

[vertigoartgore]

Allies turned enemies : promotional stills of 1995's GoldenEye with Sean Bean as Alec Trevelyan & Pierce Brosnan as James Bond.

[generalelectionmusings]

[aisphotostuff]

007 - James Bond by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: 007 visited Suffolk last week near Newmarket..

[nando161mando]

"'The day before Britain and its World War Two allies remembered the D-Day landings the BBC broadcast a 25 minute documentary on the rise of fascism in Italy today, including shocking images of marching neo-fascists in their hundreds.

The documentary also included an interview with self-confessed fascist Roberto Fiore. That interview could have brought up Fiore’s past links with UK neo-fascists and how they set up some very dubious businesses. Or it could have mentioned Fiore’s conviction for an attack on the offices of the Italian trade union confederation, for which he received a jail term. Or when he fled to the UK in the aftermath of the Bologna railway station bombing, why he was offered MI6 protection.

The BBC failed to ask about any of these matters ...'" via @slackbastard

[willllllllllllllll]

MI5 HAVE A FOOTBALL TEAM????

@atamh do you participate?

[elyseenmiel]

recently i have been learning so much about the british side of intelligence and it’s beginnings. really interesting. I’m having soooo many fic ideas derived from that. sigh missing my prodigy park girlie </3

[williamkergroach55]

Lady Di assassination, the African trail.

Princess Diana was murdered by MI6 and the CIA. The authors of the book "Princess Diana: The Evidence", Jon King and John Beveridge, offer further information on the circumstances surrounding the princess's death. But the most interesting aspect of this book, published in 2008, is the motive behind her assassination. More than her complicated love life, her affair with the Muslim Dodi Al-Fayed, her impregnation by Dr. Hasnat Khan, the motive for her assassination must be sought in the juicy - and criminal - Western arms business in Africa that she was about to unveil.

"The clinic

According to former SAS sergeant Dave Cornish, former royal bodyguard Mike Grey and former SAS officer Sir Ranulph Fiennes, the "Boston Brakes" method was used to crash the vehicle carrying the Princess into a pillar on the Pont de l'Alma in Paris. This "Boston Brakes" method, developed by the CIA, has been used on several occasions in the past, such as for the assassination of Major Michael Marman in 1986. Sir Ranulph Fiennes has written a book entitled "The Feather Men", a secret group formed in the 1970s to protect former SAS members. Five former SAS members, including Marman, had thus become the targets of a team of hitmen known as "The Clinic", paid to assassinate them by the son of an Arab businessman. Four of the man's brothers had previously been killed by SAS members in the Dhofar region of the United Arab Emirates in the 1960s and 1970s. The fifth son was determined to honor the principle of "thaa'r" - revenge on his brothers' murderers. The "La Clinic" team of hitmen had therefore been hired to eliminate Major Michael Marman. Surveillance had determined that he frequently drove along the A303 in Wiltshire, southwest England. He was usually alone and drove a relatively fragile vehicle, a Citroën 2CV. Marman, as the lone driver of an unprotective car, was the ideal target for this kind of attack. However, the Clinic could not sabotage Marman's car directly, nor could they hit him directly with their car, as their contractual obligation stipulated that Marman's death had to appear accidental. A police investigation could uncover sabotage or identify a killer. So they decided to use a driver who would unknowingly become Marman's executioner. The men at the Clinic chose a businessman who traveled regularly between Plymouth and London. He was Sir Peter Horsley, former squire to the Duke of Edinburgh and the Queen, and former Commander-in-Chief of the British Atomic Strike Force. He worked for an engineering company, ML Holdings. The men at "the Clinic" learned that Sir Peter was to drive from London to Plymouth for a board meeting on November 11, 1986. His route would inevitably take him past Marman in the opposite direction along the A303. "The Clinic" therefore entered Horsley's garage during the night of November 10-11, and installed a parasitic braking system, hidden in such a way that it could not be detected at first glance. The braking system was radio-controlled so that it could be triggered remotely, without the driver's control. The killers had previously tested the reliability of this technique with cars of various models. Two members of the Clinic therefore followed Horsley, while remaining in communication with a second Clinic team, which was following Marman. When Marman's Citroën and Horsley's BMW were about to meet along the A303, the parasitic braking system was triggered. Sir Horsley suddenly lost control of his vehicle, which collided head-on with Marman's car. The collision killed Marman instantly and seriously injured Sir Horsley. Initially suspected of reckless driving, Sir Horsley fortunately had a witness following him. This witness testified to seeing a puff of smoke coming out of the back of Horsley's car just before he lost control. The local coroner's inquest found no further evidence. The Clinic's parasitic braking system had been secretly removed, after the accident, while the BMW was in police impound. It was the Feather Men who finally learned how Marman's assassination had been organized by capturing the Clinic's chief, who recounted how it had been done. In his autobiography, "Sounds From Another Room", Sir Horsley recounted that he was driving at around 100 km/h when the car began to react strangely. He saw a gray Volvo closing fast behind him and, as he was about to let it pass, his BMW abruptly turned left, brakes screeching, then abruptly right and left again.

Precedents around the British royal family

It's eerily similar to what happened to the Mercedes carrying Lady Di before she crashed into the pillar of the Pont de l'Alma in Paris. The "Boston Brakes" technique was used to eliminate Diana's former lover, Barry Mannakee. Barry Mannakee was a police officer who had been assigned as Lady Diana's chauffeur in 1985. Rumors of an intimate relationship between them had circulated. Mannakee was transferred in 1986. He was eliminated in a suspicious motorcycle "accident" in 1987, just as he was about to reveal information about the Royal Family. Camilla Parker Bowles, Prince Charles' mistress before becoming his wife, was also the victim of a "warning" shortly before Lady Di's death. She was injured in a car accident in June 1997 on her way to join the Prince at Highgrove, Gloucestershire. Mrs Parker-Bowles, 49 at the time, was driving her car when it collided head-on with another car driven by a lone woman. The other driver suffered minor injuries. Both drivers tested negative for alcohol. That day, Mrs. Bowles suffered a severe blow to the head, which was supposed to make her more "reasonable" to stay away from Prince Charles. Not being sufficiently "aristocratic" to be a princess, Camilla's persistent relationship with Charles displeased the Queen. But beyond this, the prospect of Prince Charles divorcing Lady Di and marrying Mrs. Parker-Bowles had triggered a crisis in both the Anglican Church and royalty. According to Tony Wright, parliamentary assistant to the Lord Chancellor at the time, the constitutional reform entailed by this event, seemingly insignificant in our time, resembled the crisis caused by Henry VIII's divorce in the 16th century. At the time, dozens of people, including two of the King's wives, were executed because of the turmoil surrounding the affair.

Elimination decided at the highest level Former members of the SAS and bodyguards of the British Crown claim that the circumstances surrounding Diana's death have all the hallmarks of an assassination by security services. Since the tragic accident in 1997, a number of anomalies have raised questions. According to the authors of the book "Princess Diana: The Evidence", Jon King and John Beveridge, Diana's seatbelt was found in a retracted position, thus unusable at the time of the accident, as if it had been intentionally sabotaged. The French and British authorities have been criticized for their handling of the investigation into Diana's death. The investigation was, to say the least, astonishingly flawed when it came to gathering crucial evidence. Car wreckage, brake marks and other physical evidence were deliberately overlooked or inadequately examined. Not only were there gaps in evidence gathering that compromised the investigation, but crucial witness testimony, technical data on the accident scene or expert conclusions were deliberately ignored. The precise and detailed reconstruction of the events leading up to the accident was obviously censored by Paris and London, on Washington's orders. Political pressure from London also directly hindered the investigation and skewed its conclusions. For example, the true identities of certain paparazzi were not disclosed. Paparazzo James Andanson, who was suspected of having taken part in the attack on Lady Di at the wheel of his mysterious white Fiat Uno, was found dead with a hole in his head in Millau, southern France, in 2000. The man boasted to friends that he had "explosive" photos of Lady Di's death. The photos were kept in a safe. James Andanson's death was ruled a suicide… The Metropolitan Police also killed Lady Di's letter to her former butler, Paul Burrel. "I believe my husband has planned an attack in which I will die of a head injury, following a car accident." Communications between Diana, Prince Charles and Prince Philip have never been revealed. The embalming of Lady Di's body, for example, was carried out without legal authorization and was ordered by a high-ranking British diplomat stationed at the British Embassy in Paris, on the very night of the accident. This multiple interference with legal procedures points to intervention at the highest level by Paris, London and Washington. The blood samples supposedly taken from Diana's chauffeur, Henri Paul, were false. Henri Paul's spurious blood sample - on which the inquest verdict was ultimately based - was taken from a vial labelled "unknown male" and contained such excessive levels of carbon monoxide that six of the world's most eminent forensic scientists have sworn that it could not have belonged to Henri Paul.

Jon King and John Beveridge's book backs up the claims of French journalist Chris Lafaille, who, in his documentary "Diana, the never-published investigation", already doubted the official version, as did former MI6 agent Richard Tomlinson. At the highest levels of the British state, the French state and the American state, they wanted to get rid of Diana Spencer. Although there is still no concrete evidence, or direct testimony, Lady Diana was under particular surveillance by MI6 long before she was eliminated. Lady Diana was pregnant by Dr Hasnat Khan, her lover of many years. The clinic of her doctor, Dr. George Pinker, where she had gone to consult before leaving for France when she was eight months pregnant, had been broken into. Dr. Pinker's work computer, in his Harley Street office, had disappeared… But the geopolitical context of the investigation, in addition to the "anomalies" of the official inquiry, raises questions not only about the role of Queen Elizabeth and the British government, but of the French DGSE, the CIA and the Bush-Cheney clan in the elimination of the princess. The cause of Diana's death lies in the fact that, in Angola, she had denounced the use of landmines and the Western arms business on the dark continent. Conflicts in Africa are fuelled by a murky business: oil and "dirty" diamonds in exchange for the Western weapons that equip rival clans. The business of arms supplied by the Western powers -USA, UK, France- in exchange for oil and African diamonds was threatened by Lady Diana's media indignation. The princess denounced this business and was compiling a dossier containing the names of high-level British politicians and businessmen involved in these criminal activities. Jon King and John Beveridge received information from members of the services that Lady Diana's media gesticulations were putting her "in danger." So it was Lady Diana's activism in Africa, rather than her exotic love affairs, that motivated her execution. Today, Russia has consolidated its position as the leading arms supplier to sub-Saharan Africa. Russia has regained its position as the leading arms seller in Africa, surpassing China, according to a report by the Stockholm International Peace Research Institute (Sipri). Angola, Nigeria and Mali are still the main buyers, and their children the victims, of this infamous trade. Lady Di is no longer here to denounce it. https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B07BR6V6D9

[immaculatasknight]

Nazi narrative control

[xtruss]

Britain's Spymasters Should Look In The Mirror To Find Undercover Operatives Stealing Secrets

— Mark Blacklock | January 12, 2024

Illustration: Liu Rui/Global Times

In recent years, Britain's Secret Intelligence Service has intensified its attacks on China for alleged spying activities in Britain. However, if the SIS wants to root out operatives working undercover to steal the country's secrets, they should perhaps ask themselves. The arrest of a businessman surnamed Huang by China's Ministry of State Security brings attention to the hypocrisy of the spymasters at MI6.

Huang, the head of an overseas consultancy, is accused of serious offences. He is said to have worked for SIS for about nine years, using the specialist skills and equipment provided to him after being recruited to steal state secrets. The MSS says that behind his façade as a businessman, his undercover job was to collect China-related intelligence for the British espionage agency and identify potential recruits.

It smacks of double standards. What else would you call repeatedly attacking another state by accusing it of something, and then cynically behaving in the same way?

Last year, the head of MI6, Richard Moore, said in2023 that China presented "an epoch-defining challenge" and that his organization commits more of its resources to Beijing's activities than to any other country. It is not the first time he criticized China. In 2021, he described China ominously as "an authoritarian state, with different values from ours."

The UK's assaults on China come in many forms. They can be a warning of vague, unsubstantiated allegations about individuals having undue influence on British politicians. They can come as personal attacks on people of Chinese heritage simply because they work with influential decision-makers to raise issues of concern to the UK's Chinese community (but without real evidence to back up the slurs). They can even come in the form of sudden arrests by police accusing people of serious espionage offences - and then letting those people go free without charge. A common feature of these events is that they created a great deal of smoke without fire - generating much Sinophobic sentiment fueled by unsupported allegations. Nothing came of them.

Mark Blacklock! Mark Blacklock is Lecturer in Modern and Contemporary Literature at Birkbeck College, University of London. He is the author of the cultural history The Emergence of the Fourth Dimension, and his most recent novel Hinton was longlisted for the Walter Scott Prize for Historical Fiction in 2021.

The most recent example is of Chris Cash, a researcher in the UK parliament, who was arrested, with an associate, under espionage laws. He could hardly be described as pro-China - he actually worked for an anti-China research group and vehemently denied wrongdoing. The substance of the investigation seems to have been that he had contact with influential politicians interested in Chinese affairs. It looked like guilt by association. Neither he nor his colleague have been charged.

Cash's arrest happened almost a year ago, but it did not become public knowledge until it was leaked to the British media six months later, creating negative publicity, at about the same time that Beijing was hoping to improve China-UK relations at a high level.

Two years ago, Christine Lee, a London-based lawyer of Chinese origin, was accused by Britain's domestic intelligence service, MI5, of being a spy for Beijing - and yet again, no arrests or charges followed. All that happened was that her reputation - and goodwill toward China - was severely damaged. The agency accused her of being "involved in political interference activities" in the UK. Lawmakers in the House of Commons were also given a so-called "interference alert" - the first issued in at least 80 years. Lee knew nothing about it until she saw media reports branding her "an enemy of the state." She later launched legal action against MI5 in a bid to clear her name.

Britain's intelligence services have clearly identified China as a target for their operations. Is one aspect of that to cast suspicion on people simply because of their Chinese background or with personal connections to China, or with a special interest in China? Why is there so much smoke without any fire, so many accusations without substantiation? In the Huang case London stands accused of doing the very thing it accuses Beijing of doing. It's astonishing hypocrisy, especially when the West has so often been caught out in the past.

— The Author is a Journalist and Lecturer in Britain.

[international-intelligence-inc]

Russian Soviet Putin Spies

[qqueenofhades]

I really really REALLY need to see more people makimg the connection between trump and his russian handlers tbh.......like i know we've somehow gone through the looking glass of putin apologia but that piece abt the NYT you just posted, the bots, the interference: in the bag for trump? Yes. But i dont believe its due to his or even republican power or popularity or forcefulness.......this is a man with so much debt and kompromat thats only getting worse!! Not to sound kwazy BUT WE ARE BEING FULLY INFLITRATED and at the risk of conspiracizing i think the russians are ALSO behind the Times's demise along with so many other information centers etc. Like i KNOW these leftists love him but like. Wouldnt they care a LITTLE abt being manipulated like this???

Trump is 100% an active, willing, and eager Russian agent. That's not even paranoid conspiracy theory, that's just the only reasonable interpretation of the facts:

NOT TO MENTION that in the next two years after the Helsinki conference where Trump kowtowed to Putin in every way, the CIA admitted to losing huge and unusually high numbers of classified informants around the world (not CIA agents, but people secretly working for the American government in often-hostile countries):

Once again, this all happened when Trump was in office, when he was actively handing over CIA intel to the Kremlin against the wishes of the entire national security establishment, and which other experts have suggested was directly as a result of Trump handing over the identities of American informants to Russia, including those stationed in Russia itself:

Now, I could go on, but you get the point. Not to mention that Trump just lost a major UK-based lawsuit against Christopher Steele, the former MI6 agent who was the first to provide documents linking Trump to Russia in the controversial "Steele dossier":

And now: Trump is deeply in hock for hundreds of millions in legal fees and punitive judgments that are only increasing by the day, he somehow just came up with $90 million to appeal the judgment against E. Jean Carroll (nobody knows where he got this money either), and Russian state TV spends all their time openly salivating for Trump's return to the presidency (so he can hand over Ukraine and the rest of NATO and, as he literally said, "let Russia do whatever the hell they want.") I know we're largely numb to all the awful treasonous shit that Trump does, but like. This isn't a conspiracy theory, this is just what's going on in plain sight, and while the Online Leftists have recently become so stupid that I honestly can't tell if it's just terminal brainworms or active Russian psyops, it's strongly indicated that it is in fact a mix of both:

So, like. Just some food for thought.

[theinconvenientlifestyle]

The CPS has admitted destroying key emails relating to the Assange case, mostly covering the period when Starmer was director. A CPS lawyer working under Starmer also advised the Swedish authorities not to visit London in 2010 or 2011 to interview Assange. An interview in the UK at that time could have prevented the long-running embassy standoff. 

[hezekiahwakely]

The revelation of Lena sending Gwen to deliver the name and address to Mr. Bonzo begs the question - how much is the UK government aware of what the OIAR is doing? Is the OIAR the means for carrying out Britain's most illicit dirty work? Is Lena using Mr. Bonzo to assassinate enemies of the state?? Because I'm just imagining a group of seasoned anarchists huddled in a basement somewhere planning the Gunpowder Plot 2.0, and instead of MI6 or whatever busting in to dismantle them, a giant oozing mascot suit from the 90s shows up on their doorstep screaming its own name. How do you even regroup and recover from that psychologically.

[cheriladycl01]

Crash into my life - Lance Stroll x Civil Servent! Reader

Plot: You work in a fancy government job, pretty boring 9-5 but Lance Stroll and his insurance claim makes your job that little bit better

Your job wasn’t exactly fun, wasn’t exactly boring. It was one of those jobs that you’d got it at a young age and worked your way up through the ranks as you’d got better and better and because it was safe and something you were good at you stuck with it.

To keep it short and sweet you were a civil servant. Not like 007 kind of crazy stuff but you did work for MI6 in their fraud, tax and insurance department.

You basically took over insurance claims that were over a certain threshold and had to go through the government for … whatever reason whether they are a foreign National claiming in the UK or something.

Usually it was boring matters such as Chelsea Football Club claiming compensation for things as simple as water damages etc. You didn’t even really get to see anyone, you had the data and you analysed it against the scenario and hey presto you made your pay out.

Your favourite time of the year was winter. More claims came through and life was more unpredictable thanks to the whether. Delayed train into London St Pancreas? No tubes working so you have to make the 20 minute walk to your office building from the station. Slipping on ice, it was the only excitement you got in life which was honestly kind of sad.

For you it started at as a normal Monday. You woke up at 7am, brushed your teeth, got into a nice corporate appropriate outfit, got on the train, got a coffee from Pret before heading into your building.

That was your routine, and you didn’t often differ from it unless you had holiday booked. But working a 9-5 Monday - Friday often meant that you

But it felt like there was a different buzz today around the building like there was something going on.

When you all went into the morning briefing for the cases you’d get today, everyone was way too excited for 9am and the start of the day. You sat down next to your office buddy Shiv and looked around confused.

“What in earth is going on with everyone?” You ask looking over at Shiv who’s typing away on her laptop taking in information.

“Apparently there’s some really interesting cases to work on up for grabs today” she explains and you nod knowing once every blue moon some exciting things would crop up and have the whole office acting like kids on Christmas.

You’re all still waiting for the department boss to come in, joining in conversations about what could possibly be happening today.

“Ladies and Gents please take a seat for the meeting to commence. Thank you. Thank you” he offers smiling and everyone gets comfy.

“So we’ve got some exciting stuff today. I’ve formed a team to deal with the Train Networks Claim, that’ll be Shiv, Brayden and Ravi” he says and they all nod writing in their pads what tasks they’d have to do today.

He went through all of them apart from you, before dismissing the meeting. You were slightly confused and therefore packed up yours things a little slower than everyone else to see if you could stay behind and ask why you hadn’t been given an assignment.

“Y/N could you stay behind so I can talk to you for a moment” he asks and you nod, going to the end of the long conference table where he was stood.

“I like you, you’re young and learn quickly and I want you to progress more than you already have so I’m giving you a really important case. You’ll actually get to meet the said person affected, he’s … of high value so be considerate of your wording when talking to him. Alright thank you, here’s the case! Have a report to me by Friday” he offers and you nod happily. You take a seat opening up the material seeing the name of the claimer immediately.

Lance Stroll

You read through the facts, apparently he crashed his Aston Martin driving down the M1 to get to Silverstone into some sort of government van.

After analysing some of the data yourself, a knock comes on your office door from one of the younger interns.

“Erm, Y/N there’s two men in suits here to see you?” She asks rather than tells you, it wasn’t common for people to come in and out of the building due to the confidentiality of the work conducted here.

“Send them in please, but before you do ask them if they want anything. Tea, Coffee, Water” you smile and go back to reading another report from a police officer who was on the scene of the accident.

You watch as two men walk into your office space. One looking younger maybe the same age as you and one looking significantly older which you assumed was the dad.

“Good morning” you smile lightly before going back to some data on your computer. They took a seat, patiently waiting for you to address them.

Lawrence, who you’d just read about in the report who was indeed the father, cleared his throat as if to get your attention.

“Give me one minute Mr Stroll and I’ll be right with you” you smile, still nose in your computer.

“We’ve come all this way to the city centre to see you it would be appreciated if you didn’t waste our time” he huffs and even just from this reaction a bubbling of excitement started in you, just at the promise of actually seeing a client and talking to them in the flesh.

“I understand that, but I won’t be able to tell you much unless I see all the data” you say looking up at them through your glasses. This time you notice Lance and how he’s just sort of staring at you.

“Can I help you Mr Stroll?” You ask looking over him.

“No, I’m all good. Take your time” he smiles and you nod. In 5 minutes you believe you’ve combed through enough data to talk to them.

“This is awfully interesting I almost never get to see the people behind the claim” you smile happily and they both nod.

“Okay so so far from what I can see is there was a crash in your vintage Aston Martin that was for an event at Silverstone, the race track and that you got into a collision with a government van trailing a foreign national?” You ask.

“In short terms, yes … but” Lawrence tries to declare.

“And you weren’t present Mr Stroll” you say looking in the direction of the older man.

“No I wasn’t” he huffs out.

“Okay, then I will ask you to just step out my office while I get an account of the events from your son, if that’s alright with you. Just down the corridor there’s a waiting room there, help yourself to the food and drink in there” you smile hoping to butter him up a little to get him out.

“Alright” he says before taking his leave.

“Okay Mr Stroll lets…” you start but he interrupts you.

“Lance, please just call me Lance” he offers and you nod.

“Well Lance, it’s not … looking great” you start of slowly and he looks at you shocked.

“What do you mean? Your guys went into me?” He says raising his voice slightly and you give him a stern look that has him sinking into his seat.

“Don’t come into my office and raise your voice when I’m doing my best to help you!” You exclaim placing a pad in front of him.

“Sorry it’s just that my dad isn’t happy already that i totalled a car that was needed for race day” he sighs rubbing his temples.

“Ahhh so you’re an F1 driver. Or is it NASCAR because of the accent?” You ask and he looks shocked as if you were supposed to know who he was.

“Er F1” he offers and you nod.

“You any good?” You ask writing done some more notes as you watch the camera on the government vehicle as Lance’s car didn’t have one.

“Excuse me?” He chokes out and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Well I mean im currently looking at your claims for a super car that you totalled and so I can’t help but ask if your any good” you tease and once he heard the tone he gets it and just rolls his eyes.

“Oh haha laugh it up” he says and you do.

“Im sorry but this is quite possibly the most fun I’ve ever had in this job. It’s rather boring most days so I’m just making the most of it” you smile and he smiles back.

“Okay I can see that they did in fact turn into you. And of course I’m here for the people. The issue is where your Canadian. I can pay out what the car was worth when you originally brought it, but 50,000 for the fact that it was an accident on our part” you say and he thinks for a moment.

“No” is all he says and you look over at him in shock.

“Sorry? What do you mean no, no is my final decision” you say crossing your arms.

“I would like to add something else to the 50,000 on top of the car value” he smiles and you nod, wondering what it could possibly be and admiring the boldness of his statement.

“Id like to take you out to dinner” he smirks and your head shoots up from your laptop.

“I- i cant do that… it’s not professional. I could get told off. I could loose my job.” you admit knowing that if people were to find out about your payout and think it was bad then they’d be asking questions to you.

“Oh come on it’s just dinner to say thank you for being so … helpful” he smiles leaning forward in his seat and you shake your head.

“Fine, dinner it is” you smile.

That was the start of something way bigger than just dinner.

y/user

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[tomhollandisabae]

I've got a request! Ghost and reader on a mission together. They both have definite feelings for each other already. Reader gets shot and from Ghosts pov it looks fatal, but it isn't. Reader has to play dead to escape from the enemy and scares Ghost half to death in the process. THANK YOU

thank u so much for ur request love!!🥰🥰

faking- simon "ghost" riley x reader

masterlist

summary; as the mission goes on, you are forced to fake your death, hurting the man you love most.

warnings; angst, death, mentions of blood, mature language, violence, fluff, english is not my first language, unedited

words; 1.7k

a/n; doesn't follow the events of mw2, but there are some hints here and there

to clear things out MI5 works within the UK (MI6 is the opposite)

“Vox, report.” You heard ghost’s voice.

“I'm going in.” You replied.

“No, no. You stay where you are, you hear me? We didn't agree on that.” He insisted.

“Ghost there is no other way. It has to be done now. Over.”

The situation had as follows; you had organised an ambush on Graves and his team, while your top priority was to capture him and take him hostage to use him against Shepherd. However, your plan wasn't keeping up with theirs as much as you wanted, so you had to improvise. That's why you argued with Ghost and disobeyed his instructions, putting yourself at risk.

As you broke in you started taking down one soldier after the other, but sooner or later found yourself on your knees, putting pressure on the front of your thigh trying to prevent more blood loss as you had apparently been shot.

“Vox, what's going on?” Ghost’s worried voice sounded once again over the comms.

“I'm hit, but I'll survive.” You informed him.

“I'm coming in.”

“Ghost no, I'll be fine.” You insisted, but it had no result as you show him entering the building you were in and approaching you carefully, trying not to compromise himself.

“I told you not to do that. You didn't listen Y/n.” He spoke once he leaned down taking you in his arms and picking you up carefully making you hiss due to the pain.

“I'm sorry…” You responded weakly.

“Hey it's okay, you're going to be okay. Just keep your eyes open, can you do that for me doll?” He asked you, panic written all over his voice.

“Mhhm…” you murmured as you started feeling lightheaded.

“Y/n, Y/n” he shook you “I need a medic immediately! Vox is down!” He shouted over the comm.

“Simon…” you exclaimed his name slowly.

“Everything's going to be okay Y/n, you'll be okay. Please keep your eyes open.” He pleaded as his hands started trembling.

“I'm sorry, i'm so sorry…” a tear rolled down on your cheek.

“Medics are on their way.”

“You hear that darling, they're coming to save you.” He placed you down again, once you were outside the building.

“I'm really sorry…” you kept repeating over and over again.

“You don't have to be sorry about anything sweetheart, everything's fine. Just stay awake.” You could tell that under the mask a sad and hurt expression had overtaken his facial characteristics.

“I'm so…”

“No! No no no! Please no!” He took you in his arms and hugged you tightly as if he could keep you soul in from exiting your cold body.

When the medics finally arrived they found Ghost on his knees holding you as tight as he could, trying to memorise the way you felt for the rest of his miserable life. They tried to take you away from him and after a few tries they succeeded as Soap appeared from behind them, approaching Ghost and kneeling down next to him trying to comfort him, but it was too late.

Ghost had lost his last hope of life. He had lost you…

It took three months for the Task Force 141 to finally give an end to everything. They had accomplished their mission and were now celebrating in a small bar as they waited for Laswell to arrive, so she could congratulate them face to face.

Ghost never spoke to anyone, only when it was needed for the mission. He distanced himself from everyone and everything and promised himself to avenge for you death. As he did.

Now the team were having their time of their lives, when finally Laswell walked in.

“Hello boys.” She greeted them with a smile.

They all said their hellos back, apart from Ghost who just nodded towards her.

However, nobody noticed another figure entering the bar, behind Kate.

“It can't be…” Soap exclaimed shocked and everyone turned to him in question and he pointed towards the person behind Laswell.

“Vox?” Gaz said and Ghost head shot up feeling his heart racing.

“Hi” You finally waved at them appearing now next to Kate.

“How?” Price questioned.

“Sit down boys, we can't talk standing.” Laswell motioned towards the booth where everyone was sitting.

And they did so, as you sat down across from Ghost, not daring to look at him. You didn't know what to expect from him. You had left him, you broke him, making him think he had lost everything once again. You were his war partner, wanting to be his life partner eventually, but you betrayed him.

“So where should I start from?” Kate sighed.

“How's Y/n alive, no offence Y/n, I'm really glad your alive, but.. how?” He turned to you and you just nodded.

“Y/l/n works for the MI5, she's been a secret agent for the British army since the beginning of her career. When she was placed in Task Force 141, she had already agreed that her alliance would always be to MI5, so when she was asked to fake her death she couldn't do otherwise.” She began explaining “Y/n, you wanna continue? You know the situation better than anyone.” She asked you and you nodded.

“Yeah, umm… M asked me to get into the Shadow company swearing my allegiance to them, but to do so I had to make you all believe that I'm dead. I had approached Graves and talked to him about it. I promised him that I would be by his side and I would let him know everything about our team. Of course I had already spoken with M and we had agreed on what I would be giving away to him, most of them were false informations. So when I entered that building I had already a bag with fake blood on my foot and prosthetics above it to make it look real. I stabbed the bag and you know the rest… Once I was in the Shadow company I had found a way to secretly commuting with M and gave them all the information they needed. Graves trusted me with everything and I was beside him all the time. When he was finally killed, I was… well… brought back to life.” You said.

“Wow…” Soap was in awe.

“Badass.” Has smirked.

“That's a hell of sacrifice you did there Y/l/n. If they had found out, you'd be for real dead.” Price told you.

“I know, but I was extremely careful.” You smiled at him.

“So you were out secret informer” Soap raised his eyebrow.

“Don't think so. I was providing some information to the MI5, I guess M was talking with Kate and then passing the info to you.” You bit your lip.

“So badass” Soap agreed with Gaz.

Suddenly, Ghost rose up from his seat and walked out of the bar leaving you speechless.

“You should go talk to him. He went through a lot after what happened.” Soap looked at you.

“Yeah, I remember…” You exhaled as you had flashbacks of when he wouldn't let you go as the paramedics were trying to take you away from him.

You got up and finally went outside to find him leaning against a tree in the far back.

“Simon…” You breathed out his name as you approached him.

He didn't respond, didn't even look at you for a second.

“Simon I'm really sorry…”

“Yeah, you said so. Now it all makes sense, the way you were repeating that you were sorry over and over again, the fact that there was no funeral… it all makes sense now.” He shook his head.

“I had no other choice. You have to believe me.” You tried to reason with him.

“Everyone has a choice Vox.” It took you aback as he used your code name and not the real one. He would never call you that when you weren't in the battlefield.

“Well I didn't.” You raised your voice having enough at this point and he finally looked at you shocked.

“You don't know how it is to work for the secret services Simon. They have no morals. They used my fucking family. They had promised me that they would provide them protection as long as I was away for the mission, but they had captured them and threatening to kill them all in the name of saving thousands of other lives. As much as I love you Simon, I love my family too. I might not be able to have a decent relationship with you anymore, but at least you and my family are alive.” You cried out as words kept spilling out of your mouth.

“You love me?” He interrupted you after a while.

“I… yes Simon, I love you more than anything.” You wiped your tears away as you saw him walking up to you.

“Is your family okay?” He asked once he stood in front of you.

“Yeah” you shook your head positively “they're fine.”

“Good.” He placed his arms around your waist pushing you closer to him, making you gasp at the gesture.

“Simon…” you looked up at him.

“What about the MI5?” He asked you.

“I'm out. I don't work for them anymore.” You bit your lip nervously, but he placed his thumb on top of your lower lip, freeing it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You barely whispered.

“Good.”

What he did next was something that you never expected him to do. He lifted his mask, taking it off completely, revealing his beautiful face to you.

With your hands trembling, you placed them carefully on each side of his face.

“I love you Y/n.” He lowered his head, your lips only centimetres from each other.

“Please…” you pleaded.

“What do you want darling?” His lips brushed the crooner of yours softly.

“Kiss me.” Your eyes looked with his.

And he did so, finally connecting your lips in a so long awaited kiss. His soft once moving slowly on top of yours with so much care and love.

And that was just the beginning of a new chapter of both your lives.

Because you would leave a happy ever after, together and forever!

[pommedepersephone]

Report to the Quartermaster on MI6 employee social media accounts

Rin Rigg is online

R: Hey Q, you asked me to keep an eye on everyone’s social media accounts, so here is this week’s batch! M has an officially sanctioned Facebook account which is purposely bland and mostly composed of pictures of his grizzled old sausage dog, Pickles.

Q: That is… adorable? No, wait. Please forget I ever called Mallory adorable.

R: Moneypenny loves Pinterest, because of course she does. Her boards are VERY aesthetic and filled with shoes, bags, and surprisingly a good number of DIY furniture refurbishment projects. Also, she has a wonderful collection of fashion exhibits.

Q: I didn't even realize there were that many fashion museums in the world, let alone the UK.

R: Tanner has somehow been dealt the short straw of keeping up a presence on The Platform Formerly Known As Twitter and does a good job of sharing relevant public service announcements and the like.

Q: Always was a reliable, affable sort of chap, so it is rather his fault he is stuck trying to make us all look respectable... He has a lot of sunrise shots?

R: Oh yeah, that is his thing. The only extra info he asks for in his mission briefings is the best place to see the sunrise.

Q: So wholesome. Makes me want to say drink.

R: 004 is on Tik-Tok. She appears to love dance videos. Also follows a number of history accounts. And she does, um, cosplay... Very, um, sexy cosplay...

Q: She sews these? Do you think we can convince her to work in Textiles after she retires?

R:...

R: You really are quite gay.

Q: Quite.

R: Alright, last one. Remember I asked if we should track retired staff accounts? 007 maintains a surprisingly robust Flickr, an account that goes back over a decade. It is am impressive travelog! A Shinto shrine glowing in the late afternoon sun. A spread of colorful spices at a market. Rolling lavender fields and blooming cacti and bits of mosaic work.

Q: ...

Q: Not surprising. You remember that human peacock's wardrobe. He always had a skilled eye for color and composition.

R: Oh the last few months are a lot of really artful shots of this lovely blond woman.

Q: ...

Q: ...

Q is offline.

R: Q? Q are you still there..?