#soap x male oc

[cynicalrosebud]

RHI - NSFW: Control

NSFW Masterlist

Pairing(s): Soap x Rumor

Summary: Johnny teaches his sub a lesson in the meaning of ‘too much of a good thing’.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, gay sex, BDSM dynamics (Master/sub), power dynamics, praise kink, slight degradation, gags, restraints, chastity, butt plugs, safe sane consensual, milking, overstimulation, slight cnc, aftercare

The dim light of the room cast long shadows over the two figures within, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. Rumor—Carwyn—lay on the bed, his wrists bound tightly behind his back with smooth leather straps, his jaw clenched around a ball gag that muffled his sounds. His body trembled with both frustration and desire as he knelt, his head lowered, legs spread wide, his cock trapped in a chastity cage that left him achingly hard but unable to find any relief.

Soap—John MacTavish—stood in front of him, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Carwyn’s form with an intense, calculating focus. His presence loomed large, every inch of him radiating authority and control. The silence was punctuated only by Carwyn’s heavy breathing and the occasional creak of the bed as he shifted, trying and failing to ease the pressure building in his body.

"Look at you," Soap’s voice was low, almost a growl, sending a shiver down Carwyn’s spine. He stepped closer, his boots echoing ominously in the quiet room as he circled Carwyn, admiring the way his muscles tensed and flexed under the strain. "All tied up… completely at my mercy."

Carwyn let out a muffled whimper, his body jerking involuntarily as Soap’s hand slid down his spine, teasing, but never quite enough to give him what he so desperately craved. The chastity cage bit into his skin, a constant reminder of how close he was to the edge, and yet how impossibly far away.

"You've been pushin’ your luck, kitten," Soap continued, his tone stern as he crouched down to eye level, his hand slipping under Carwyn’s chin to tilt his face up. The leather gag kept his words at bay, but the look in his eyes said everything—defiance, frustration, and under all of it, the raw, burning need. "But tonight? You’re not gettin’ what you want, lad. Not until I say."

Carwyn’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Soap’s thumb brushed over his gagged lips, teasing him with a softness that only made the situation more unbearable. His legs were already trembling, every fiber of his being screaming for some form of relief, but he knew there was no escape—not from this, not from Soap.

Soap stood again, and Carwyn watched as he retrieved a small remote from the bedside table, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips as he clicked the button. Instantly, the toy inside Carwyn—plugged deep and buzzing with relentless vibrations—sprang to life, sending jolts of pleasure through him. His body bucked, a desperate moan spilling from his throat, but the chastity cage kept him locked tight, unable to come no matter how hard his body begged for it.

"Ah, there it is," Soap murmured, his voice laced with amusement as he watched Carwyn writhe. "You look so fuckin' pretty like this, helpless and desperate." He clicked the button again, ramping up the intensity of the vibrator, watching as Carwyn’s back arched, his head tipping back as the overstimulation hit him like a wave.

Carwyn’s mind was spinning, overwhelmed by the sensations crashing through him. The vibrator pulsed inside him, filling him up and pushing him closer to the brink, while the cage kept him teetering on the edge of insanity. His muffled cries echoed in the room, a symphony of need and frustration that only seemed to spur Soap on.

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" Soap teased, running a hand over Carwyn’s quivering thigh, the touch light and mocking. "Always such a cheeky fucker, but now look at you. So easy to break down when I’ve got you like this."

Carwyn whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut as his body trembled uncontrollably. Every muscle in his body was tight, his mind foggy with pleasure and the painful denial of release. He tugged at the bindings on his wrists, but they held firm, just as Soap had promised they would.

"You want to come, don’t you?" Soap asked, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of Carwyn’s ear. "I can see it, feel it. You’re so close, princess. But you know the rules. Not until I say."

Carwyn moaned around the gag, nodding desperately, his body straining as the vibrations inside him intensified yet again. The overstimulation was too much—his entire being was focused on the unbearable pleasure and the denial of release, teetering on the edge of madness as Soap controlled every sensation.

Soap chuckled darkly, his hand slipping between Carwyn’s legs to cup his caged cock, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. "Poor thing," he cooed, mocking sympathy in his tone. "I could let you come, could give you what you need… but where’s the fun in that?"

He clicked the remote again, the vibrations ramping up to a level that had Carwyn shaking, his body convulsing with the sheer intensity of it. The need to come was overwhelming, but the cage kept him locked tight, forcing him to ride out the pleasure with no release in sight.

Tears pricked at the corners of Carwyn’s eyes, the frustration and pleasure blending into a potent mix that had him trembling violently. He was so close, so fucking close, but Soap wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

"That’s it," Soap murmured, his voice low and almost soothing as he ran a hand through Carwyn’s hair, tugging just enough to make him look up. "Take it. Let me hear those pretty sounds."

Carwyn let out a broken moan, his body twitching with every pulse of the vibrator, his mind completely lost to the overstimulation. He was nothing more than a mess of raw, desperate need, his entire world narrowed down to the feeling of Soap’s control, the tightness of the cage, and the relentless buzz inside him.

Finally, when Carwyn’s body was on the verge of collapse, Soap clicked the remote one last time, turning off the vibrator and leaving Carwyn gasping for breath, his body shaking uncontrollably. He was so close, so fucking close to the edge, but still denied the release he so desperately craved.

"Not tonight, kitten," Soap murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Carwyn’s head, his tone both cruel and tender. "You’ll come when I decide. And not a moment before."

Carwyn slumped forward, exhausted, his mind spinning from the overwhelming sensations and the brutal denial. He knew Soap wouldn’t let him come tonight—knew this was the punishment he’d earned for being such a cocky bastard. But even in his haze of frustration and exhaustion, a part of him loved it—loved being completely at Soap’s mercy, loved the way Soap controlled his every breath, every moan.

The room was filled with a thick tension, the kind that lingered in the air, making every breath seem heavier. Soap stood over Carwyn, admiring the way the man trembled in his bonds, still kneeling, body quivering from the aftermath of being pushed to the brink and denied.

“Been patient enough, haven’t you, princess?” Soap’s voice was a low rumble, amusement and satisfaction dripping from every word. He stepped forward, hands reaching out to trail over Carwyn’s exposed chest, the pads of his fingers barely brushing against his skin, eliciting a full-body shiver from him.

Carwyn’s eyes flicked up, glazed over, lips still parted around the gag, his body screaming for release after the torment he’d endured. The chastity cage remained in place, a reminder of Soap’s control, of how close and yet how far he’d been from relief all this time.

With a smirk, Soap’s fingers found the lock on the cage, releasing it with a click. Slowly, agonizingly, he removed it, the cool air hitting Carwyn’s freed cock, making him groan low in his throat. The throbbing need was still there, pulsing through him with a vengeance, his length twitching, desperate to be touched.

Soap, ever the sadistic bastard, took his time. His hand wrapped around Carwyn’s cock, slowly stroking, teasing the sensitive flesh. “So hard for me,” he whispered, voice filled with dark approval. “Beggin’ to come, aren’t you?”

Carwyn let out a choked sound, a mix of frustration and need, his hips bucking involuntarily into Soap’s hand. His mind was foggy, his body reduced to pure instinct, chasing the pleasure that had been denied for far too long.

Soap’s hand tightened around him, picking up the pace, pumping Carwyn’s cock with just the right amount of pressure. “Not so cocky now, are ya?” he teased, his grip firm, twisting just enough to drive Carwyn wild. “You’ve been good… so you’ll get what you want. But I’ll decide how much.”

The promise in Soap’s voice made Carwyn’s head swim. He could feel the pleasure building fast, racing through his veins, overwhelming him after so long on the edge. His moans, muffled by the gag, grew louder, more desperate as Soap’s hand worked him faster, more expertly, knowing exactly how to push him right to the breaking point.

Just when Carwyn thought he couldn’t take it anymore, his body tensed, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave. He came hard, his cock pulsing in Soap’s hand, thick ropes of cum spilling out, coating Soap’s fingers. His body convulsed with the force of it, the orgasm so intense after being denied for so long that it left him gasping, his vision swimming.

But Soap wasn’t done. Not even close.

Before Carwyn could recover, Soap’s hand was back on him, stroking his oversensitive cock, dragging out every last bit of pleasure and pushing him into overstimulation. Carwyn’s moans turned into gasps, his body shaking as Soap’s relentless pace pushed him right back into the fire.

“Gonna give me another one, princess,” Soap growled, his hand never stopping, even as Carwyn’s hips jerked in a futile attempt to escape the intensity. “You’ve been so fuckin’ greedy… now you’ll give me everythin’.”

Carwyn could hardly think, his mind spinning from the overstimulation. His cock throbbed, still hard despite the orgasm he’d just had, the pleasure bordering on pain as Soap’s hand worked him over and over again. He couldn’t hold back the whimpers, couldn’t stop the way his body trembled under Soap’s touch, his muscles taut and straining.

Soap grinned, enjoying the sight of Carwyn breaking under him, his control slipping with every passing second. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Carwyn’s ear. “You’re mine, Carwyn,” he whispered, voice rough and commanding. “And you’ll come as many times as I fuckin’ want.”

With those words, Soap’s hand twisted just right, his thumb brushing over the tip of Carwyn’s cock, sending him spiraling into another orgasm. This one was just as powerful, if not more, tearing through him like a storm. His entire body went rigid, his cock pulsing as he came again, completely at Soap’s mercy.

And still, Soap didn’t stop.

He kept stroking, his hand unrelenting as Carwyn’s body twitched and shuddered, trapped in a cycle of overstimulation and pleasure that left him breathless, his mind fogged with nothing but Soap’s control. The pleasure was almost too much, his cock so sensitive it bordered on pain, but there was no escape. Not until Soap decided.

“Good lad,” Soap praised, his voice dark and satisfied as he watched Carwyn unravel in his hands. “You’ll keep goin’, won’t you? Until I say you’re done.”

Carwyn could only nod, his body completely spent, but Soap’s hand never slowed, drawing out every last bit of his strength. His vision blurred, his body trembling uncontrollably as Soap continued to push him, his cock still leaking, still throbbing, even as the overstimulation threatened to break him.

By the time Soap finally slowed his pace, Carwyn was barely able to hold himself up, his body shaking, his mind spinning. The gag muffled his soft whimpers, his entire being reduced to a quivering mess of overstimulated nerves and pleasure.

Soap leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Carwyn’s forehead, his voice a low murmur. “That’s it, princess… all spent for me.”

He finally released Carwyn’s cock, letting him slump forward, completely spent. Soap’s hands moved to untie the leather straps around his wrists, the bindings coming loose, but Carwyn could barely move, his body too weak and overstimulated to do anything but collapse into Soap’s waiting arms.

Soap held him close, his strong arms cradling Carwyn’s trembling body, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck as he murmured soothing words. “You did so well, kitten… so fuckin’ well.”

Carwyn, still dazed and exhausted, leaned into the warmth of Soap’s embrace, his heart racing as the last remnants of pleasure coursed through him. Despite everything, despite the brutal overstimulation, there was something grounding in Soap’s touch, something comforting in the way he held him after.

Soap smiled, holding Carwyn close, knowing full well that tonight, they had pushed boundaries, but in the best possible way.

[the-whispers-of-death]

i unironically ship Soap and Romanas

just this very lowkey guy with a firecracker im.... them just them

I can see it!

Romanas can give the calm while Soap brings the chaotic and happy energy to the relationship. I can see Romanas and Soap stimming together and I don't know how to explain it to you why it makes sense to me. It just does.

...I'm now also unironically shipping Soap and Romanas.

[junkomc]

[Hybrid AU] Irresistible ・ Soap ♡ Lewis（oc）

Currently practicing chibi characters. Other Soap x Lewis can be found here… (NFSW…?)

ソープxルイス♡ちびキャラの練習中です。 その他のソープｘルイスはこちら…（ＮＦＳＷ…？）

The pose was borrowed from Chacha (https://www.pixiv.net/users/32010029).

ポーズは茶々様(https://www.pixiv.net/users/32010029)から拝借させていただきました。

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[doggoboigaugau]

New Tactical Suit 😇

Yesterday was Spot😈, now I offer yall Chase🐕

[thegnomelord]

Nom

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( i cant stop thinking about sulivan, your seahorse hybrid oc? I hope i spelt that name right. He's just so precious. Do you have any content about him? Interactions with the reader? Maybe the group? No preasure, i just lub the beby)

No prob sharky, I actually misspelled his name every time I wrote it lol

I've started thinking of including him in the fic I'm currently writing but right now just general headcannon is that he's a hippocampus and Sullivan is short, like barely got into the army 5 foot short and got babied a lot because of his height. And he's a sweetheart baby 99% of the time but that 1%

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Watching Sullivan spar would make anyone wonder how he managed to get into the military, let alone on an accomplished military task force. He held back too much, hesitant to hurt Soap more than a few bruises, falling for rather obvious ploys.

Price smoked his cigar besides you, watching the ring with sharp eyes. "Your man's lagging behind."

"I'd say he's doing good." You said, taking the cigar from Price and taking a puff. "Bet you he could get Soap out of the ring in seconds."

"That so?" Price could never refuse a challenge, "You're buying me those good cigars if he loses."

You leaned in, your breath ghosting over Price's ear, "And you're wearing those nice panties if he wins."

A shiver raced down his spine, blue eyes glowing with heat. "Deal."

You smirked, teeth bared like he's a sheep you'd just tricked into the slaughterhouse. "Deal." You turned back to the ring. "Sullivan!"

They stopped, Sullivan's ears flicking in your direction before he turned his head. "Sir?" He asked softly.

"Gloves off." You said simply.

His dark eyes widened before his pupils narrowed into little pinpricks, the pretty scales on his cheeks turning to a deep blue. "Yes sir." His voice remained soft, but instead of caressing the ears it burrowed into the marrow.

Next time Soap tried to fake him out, he ended kicked in the ribs that sent him flying into the nearest wall. Hippocampi were part horse after all.

The second Soap crashed to the ground Sully was closing in to him, apologies spilling from his lips like water. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, please I didn't-"

Soap waved him off, werewolf regeneration already healing the cracked ribs. "Calm yer tits, m'fine." He said, but let Sully help him to his feet. "Got a kick like a bloody mule." He grumbled.

"Nice job Sully." You said as you and Price walked to them to make sure Soap was alright. "You did good kid." You hummed, ruffling his hair.

Sullivan preened under your words, happily leaning into your hand, cheek scales flickering to a vibrant red like a boiled lobster. "Thank- thank you sir." He swallowed thickly.

You chuckled, looking at Price as you leaned in to whisper into Sully's ear. "Meet me in my office after dark. Earned us both a reward." You chuckled when his scales deepened in color and he squirmed in place, attempting to hide the small tent in his pants, clearly remembering his time with you, Price and Gaz.

[pingurusama]

HAPPY (late) INTERNATIONAL BOYFRIEND'S DAY (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ I'm so deadly oblivious about xxx day and stuff, made this in rush for straight 7 hours, a little gift(s) for the seasoned Captain on his day and of course Ophelia will proudly share her artworks, heheh( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)😏😏😏 ✨ Funfacts! ✨ @Ophwinter really does exist on Instagram and Twitter(x)! It's Ophelia (my Call of Duty OC)'s personal account ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

Also, here's the original ones for every fellow Captain Price's lover, have fun delulu with this one.( • ̀ω•́ )✧

[yansouleater]

Soap that finds out his childhood best friend is being abused by their boyfriend when he came home early and decided to surprise you but saw a huge black eye and multiple bruises

Soap that immediately demands who did this to you because no one is going to get away with hurting his crush

Soap that texts your boyfriend that you’re breaking up with him, he doesn’t care that you “love” him or that he already “apologized”

Soap that leaves your place but not before comforting you and making sure you ok and cuddling you until your asleep

Soap that hunts down your now ex-boyfriend to beat him to a pulp because no one should even be able to live after hurting a innocent and beautiful woman like yourself, the punishment fits the crime in his mind

Soap that “accidentally” kills your boyfriend and then made it look like a suicide

Soap that was there for you when your ex-boyfriend’s death was all on the newspaper the next morning

Soap the slowly created his way into your love life until you where basically his girlfriend

Soap that official asked you out in the same spot he killed your ex-boyfriend just because he could

[ghostsforghosts]

Bear!Reader

This is a masterlist for everything for Bear!Reader (I might have missed some things, I don't know). This reader is male and with the entire 141 + Stone, though it starts with my COD OC Stone. Thus, this only will be filled with the fics that are either only the 141 or the 141 + Stone. (If you'd like the complete masterlist, you can go to my main @the-whispers-of-death)

(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)

Daddy (with Soap only)

Brat (with Soap only)

Softness (with Soap & Stone)

Two DILFs (with Price only)

Comfort 3.0 (with Gaz & Soap)

Envy (with Ghost only)

Hold Me Please (with Ghost only)

Piercings (141 + Stone)

Piercings 2.0 (141 + Stone)

Graying (141 + Stone)

Carrying Your Men (141 + Stone)

Copping a Feel (141 + Stone)

Intimidating (141 + Stone)

Headcanons (141 only)

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

[trashy-tries-writing]

I can just imagine Ravine healing himself like he’s in the far cry 2 and everybody just looking at him like “wtf???”

Like broken arm? Nah let me just readjust some bones and we’re good to go!

Sorry for the long wait but it's finally here! 😖 Okay I can see this happening 💀. Price is getting gray hairs because he never knows if Ravine is walking around with an injured bones or not. It's a charade for 141 to find out after the first time they saw him do it 😂. Thank you so much for this idea 🙂 Also to all precious Readers, anyone willing to help me understand the mw2 characters more? Like telling me what your opinion on what their dislikes and likes could be and maybe headcanons you guys have for them? I’m interested to learn/know :DD PS.: I apologize for any mistakes and wrong words I use, It’s been too long since I researched about MW2 and Military stuff 😅

Price has known Ravine for a few years now but the soldier still surprises him in ways that he would never imagine. When he believes he finally grasped the depth of the weapo- Ravine’s abilities, the man swoops in with something unpredictable that has the captain stare at him like he just told him Laswell is firing Price.

Well not after today that is. Now he welcomes situations that could only happen in dreams with open arms so he can spare himself some stress.

The mission was easier than some things they were ordered to do.

The objective was to seize the contents inside the briefcase, it didn’t matter if the briefcase was lost as long as they got their hands on what was inside it. 

Ghost, Ravine, Gaz and Soap approached the enemy base on the mountains on foot as they ambushed them. However the opponent was one step ahead, hiding inside a hidden cave and fled with a jeep down the mountains, making a quick escape as the soldiers shot down the rest of the man.

Soap cursed, hoping to pop a tire with his gun but it was for naught as the bullets were caught by the many trees the vehicle passed through. Gaz let Price know that the objective is making pace down the mountain.

The captain’s voice echoed through one of their intercom radios.

“Ravine, time to fetch.”

They barely tilted their heads towards the mentioned male when they find Ravine darting past them at high speed. Their confusion flip into understanding as they have never seen him run before.

“The rest of you, make your way down and keep a lookout for strays hanging around.”

A few minutes later, they locate the jeep slammed sideways into a tree trunk making it almost fold in two. They quietly roam the area and quickly spot Ravine emerging from the back of the ruined car with a hand holding onto the case.

And that’s where they currently find themselves in when it happened.

“Ooohhh that looks bad, are you okay?” Gaz takes the briefcase from his hands, eyes worriedly staring at Ravine’s slightly bent arm with the bone poking out it.

“Aye.”

Without warning Ravine grabs his broken arm, pushing the bone back inside his flesh. A collective groan of pain and disgust echoed through the mountain from his action. 

Soap lifts a hand and averts his gaze from the scene as Gaz holds the briefcase in front of his face. Ghost scrunches his face from underneath the mask as Price’s voice echoes through, questioning the sudden silence.

The were impressed, sure… but whAT THE FUCK?!?!!?

While they are trying to explain to Ravine that, for a matter of fact, it was NOT okay to push your own bone back into your arm and it shouldn’t have been his first response to the open wound. It was DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL either to use that said broken arm the minute he ‘fixed’ it.

I mean okay, they did find that kind of cool but they were seriously getting worried about him. His blood was running down his forearm, staining his clothes red and he’s standing there like it was a daily occurrence.

Ghost marches towards Ravine and pokes a harsh finger to his helmet with ‘Don’t try this shit again’ glare, making the tall man recoil his head from the push.

“Sit down you muppet and refrain from moving that arm around.”

On the other side inside Price’s office, the captain exhales loudly; it could be heard outside the room. “Of course he did that…” He’s aging so quickly that he’s hoping he won't wake up the next day with a full set of white hair.

He waits by the entrance, seeing the truck in the distance growing bigger each second. He pushes himself from leaving on the wall and sees Gaz, Soap and Ghost instinctively grab onto Ravine who seems to plan a visit to the doctor.

While Ghost’s pushing from the front, one hand locked with Ravin’s while the other pushed against his chest, Gaz and Soap are pulling and tugging the man towards the medical facility.

Price sighs and the soldier’s stop in their tracks when they find him standing beside them watching them try to wrestle Ravine into a checkup. The captain crosses his arms over his chest, his head tilted slightly and a silent conversation is shared between him and the giant of a man.

Ghost can feel Ravine’s hand flinch and shake as he unconsciously tightens his grip on the shorter male’s hand. The lieutenant turns his head back, observing his body becoming tense making him look bulkier than he was.

The trio is shushed away as Price and Ravine go on their merry way.

“Man, he must really hate doctors.”

Ghost’s eyes linger on Ravine’s back, feeling something amiss. He doesn’t push or ask for an answer but questions are filling his head especially due to the sudden heat he could feel from his hand that was locked with his.

They were hiding something huge that was related to the abnormality that was Ravine but there were too many potential answers to piece together, like a puzzle without edges and weirdly shaped pieces.

He was sure Gaz and Soap were thinking the same thing but they didn’t dare risk breaking whatever frail bond they had with Ravine.

Who was Ravine before he became Ravine?

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[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 23

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Outdoors, Costumes, Roleplay, Chasing, Predator/Prey, Marking/Biting

Prompt: Marking + Roleplay

Pairing: Soap x Rumor

The rest of Kinktober

The forest was alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdsong as Rumor crouched low behind a gnarled oak, his fluffy bunny ears peeking out from his tousled curls. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled patterns on the ground, but all he could focus on was the playful thrill coursing through him.

Soap, clad in a wolf costume that hugged his muscular frame, prowled through the underbrush with a predatory grace. The gleam in his eyes revealed a mix of excitement and mischief. Rumor’s heart raced as Soap called out, “Bunny! Ye can’t hide from me!”

A giggle escaped Rumor’s lips, light and airy as he darted away, his pulse quickening. “You’ll never catch me, Wolf!” he taunted, bounding deeper into the woods. The fabric of his revealing bunny costume bounced playfully with each leap, teasingly clinging to his skin.

The game was on, and Soap wasted no time. He sprinted after Rumor, a playful growl rumbling from his chest, sending delightful shivers down Rumor’s spine. “Just wait until I catch you!” he shouted, determination lacing his voice, the thrill of the chase fueling his every move.

Rumor weaved through the trees, his breath coming in quick gasps as he glanced back, a thrill of fear mingling with exhilaration. Soap was relentless, each of his powerful strides closing the distance between them.

Just as Rumor thought he’d found a good hiding spot among the ferns, Soap leapt, tackling him playfully to the ground. They landed in a soft patch of grass, laughter erupting from Rumor as he felt Soap’s warm weight pinning him down.

“Got ye now, bunny,” Soap growled, his breath warm against Rumor’s neck, sending tingles of anticipation spiraling through him.

“Maybe,” Rumor panted, a teasing grin spreading across his face, “but can you keep me?”

Soap leaned in, his lips brushing against Rumor’s ear as he whispered, “Oh, I intend to mark ye as my prey.”

With that, Soap pressed his lips against Rumor’s neck, leaving soft bites and kisses along the sensitive skin. Each mark was a fiery reminder of their playful dominance, igniting sparks of pleasure that danced along Rumor’s spine.

“Y-you’re such a tease,” Rumor gasped, the thrill of being caught heightening his senses.

“And ye love it,” Soap replied, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he gripped Rumor’s wrists, pinning them above his head. “Don’t think I won’t mark you for everyone to see, bunny.” Soap chose that moment to flip his prey over, nibbling the soft skin of his nape.

Rumor’s breath hitched at the thought, excitement flooding through him, mingling with a hint of submission. “Maybe I do,” he admitted, leaning into the bites, craving more of Soap’s attention.

Rumor couldn’t help but revel in the moment, the thrill of the chase igniting something primal within him. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he wriggled beneath Soap, feeling the heat radiate from his body. In a playful display, he began to grind his fluffy bunny tail against Soap’s hardened cock, the soft fabric of his costume teasingly brushing against him.

Soap's breath caught in his throat, and a deep, throaty growl escaped his lips. “Oh, ye little tease,” he rasped, his hands tightening around Rumor’s wrists as he thrust his hips upward, seeking more contact.

“Do you like that, Wolf?” Rumor taunted, his voice a sultry whisper as he continued to roll his hips, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure coursing through both of them. “I thought you were going to catch me.”

With each grind, Rumor felt Soap’s cock pressing firmly against him, driving him wild with desire. The playful tension escalated, the line between their roles blurring even further as he reveled in the power of the moment.

“Just wait until I really catch ye,” Soap growled, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He shifted his weight, pinning Rumor down a little more firmly, his own arousal evident in the way he thrust against Rumor’s tail.

“Maybe I like being caught,” Rumor replied, biting his lip to stifle a moan as the friction sent waves of heat coursing through him. “Maybe I want you to claim me right here.”

Soap’s eyes darkened with hunger, and he leaned closer, his breath hot against Rumor’s ear. “Oh, I plan on it, bunny. Just ye wait.”

With that, Soap rolled them over, positioning Rumor beneath him, the thrill of dominance sending shivers down Rumor’s spine. He arched his back, pressing his body against Soap’s, their arousal intertwining in a beautiful dance of lust and playfulness.

“Is this what ye wanted?” Soap teased, his hands roaming down Rumor’s sides, relishing the way his body responded to every touch. “To be my little bunny, begging to be taken?”

“Yes,” Rumor gasped, surrendering to the sensations as he pressed his tail against Soap’s cock once more, feeling the pulse of need throbbing between them as he babbled away. “I want it! Please, please please…”

Their playful banter faded into breathless moans, the forest around them echoing with the sound of their desire. Rumor’s heart raced, anticipation coursing through him as he submitted to the moment, ready for whatever came next.

The thrill of the chase intertwined with the intimacy of the moment. Soap continued to mark Rumor, trailing kisses and gentle bites down his neck and collarbone, leaving a map of affection on his skin. The boundaries of their roles blurred in the best possible way, each touch igniting the air around them.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows through the trees, Rumor could feel the pulse of the forest around them—alive with energy and possibility. In this secluded playground, they surrendered to their wild imaginations, the world outside forgotten.

Rumor felt a sense of belonging that went beyond the game, a warmth in his chest as Soap’s lips met his once more, sealing their playful pact with a kiss that promised many more adventures to come.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Bear! Reader who is getting white hairs faster every minute of every day, and how would the other 141 react to it?

Price is just glad someone else is graying with him, okay? But also he's lowkey worried about the amount of stress you're in if you're graying so fast. He'll tell the rest of the boys to not be so chaotic around you, because surely dating five men is adding onto your stress.

Gaz adores your gray hairs. He compliments you daily, calling you handsome and honestly every name in the book. He's also secretly worried about the amount of stress you're under, so he gives you nice massages to help.

Soap complains that you shouldn't be able to age. He wants you to live forever, damnit. So he tells you to stop graying (as if you can stop that) and then he says you age like fine wine (because is it Soap if he's not absolutely feral over you?).

Ghost always thought you looked rather young for your age, even with your hairy body and the way you exuded authority. But seeing gray hairs in your beard, hair, and chest hair... It makes him really realize that his daddy issues is what drew him to you in the first place . He does like that he's dating a silver fox though.

Stone already knew he had daddy issues and that it drew him to you (he likes older men, we can't judge him), so he's over the moon when you start graying. ("Yes, Daddy, please become a silver fox.") It makes him more affectionate somehow, the way he takes even greater pleasure in rubbing your cheeks together so he can see the graying hairs of your beard move with the action.

[junkomc]

Cod x OMC【title：Afterglow】第19章

（NSFW/18+ / MｘM / bottom oc）soap x oc/ghost x oc/price x oc/ Pierson x oc / oc x oc

​>>>１・２・３・４・５・６・７​・８・９・10・11・12・13・14・15・16 ​・17・18・19 (Part 1 scheduled to end)

現在、第一章から翻訳中です。※この章はまだ翻訳されていないので、もうしばらくお待ちください...

I am currently translating from the first chapter. *This chapter has not been translated yet, so please wait a little while...

Only the preview is translated.

第19章＜Preview＞

Chapter 19. Preview

"I decided not to be jealous, but... I think I'll endure it as long as you're by my side like this, but sometimes I think it might be impossible..."

"... Soap, I know how you feel, I'm still worried too. But you're important and I like you, so I'm by your side like this. We can talk again when the mission is completed safely."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you feel like this on such an important day."

Soap looked down and spat out the words, so Jet hurriedly wrapped his hands around Soap's cheeks and turned him towards him.

"I don't intend to choose the best among the three of us, and I wouldn't choose anyone if I chose one person and the other two would be hurt. ... And as I said before, I still can't help but doubt myself, I don't think I can have you all to myself forever, I'm too good for you... and maybe you're with someone other than me..."

Before Jet could finish saying that, Soap covered Jet's lips. It was a fierce and aggressive kiss, unlike the gentle one from before. Soap caught Jet as he tried to escape the pain, not allowing him even a moment's gap.

"You're still saying that to me... I want you so much, you know?"

Soap said, pressing his hardened lower body against Jet's and whispering in his ear.

"I need to fuck you more so that you won't have any doubts like that... that still isn't enough, right?"

Soap licked Jet's ear, gently bit his earlobe, and then kissed his neck. He sucked carefully on Jet's neck, as if to overwrite the marks Ghost had made, and in an instant Jet's neck was covered in saliva.

"Soap, stop... No, no, John!!"

「嫉妬しないって、決めたけど…君がこうやって俺の側にいてくれる限り我慢しようって思ってるけど、時々無理かも…って思う時もある」

「…ソープ、君の気持ちはわかるよ、俺だっていまだに悩んでる。でも、君が大事だし好きだからこうやって側にいる。任務が無事に終わったらまた話し合えばいい」

「ごめん、大事な日にこんな風に君を困らすべきじゃなかった」

ソープが目を伏せて吐き捨てるように言うので、ジェットは慌ててソープの頬を両手で包み自分の方を向かせた。

「俺は3人の中で1番を決めるつもりもないし、誰かを1人選んで後の2人が傷付くくらいなら誰も選ばない。…それに前に言ったように俺だってまだ疑わずにはいられない、俺は君の事を永遠に独り占めできるとは思ってないし、君に俺は勿体無い…それに君はもしかしたら俺以外の誰かと…」

ジェットがそう言い終わる前にソープはジェットの唇を塞いだ。それは先ほどの優しくキスとは違って激しく攻撃的なものだった。ソープは苦しさから逃れようとするジェットを捉え、少しの隙間も許さなかった。

「…まだ、俺にそんな事を言うなんて…こんなに君が欲しいのに？」

ソープはそう言いながら硬くなった下半身をジェットに押し付けながら耳元で囁いた。

「そんな疑念が浮かばないくらいもっと君を犯さないと…まだ足りないって事だろ？」

ソープはジェットの耳を舐めると、耳たぶを甘噛みし、そのまま首筋にキスを落とした。まるでゴーストがつけた痕に上書きする���のように念入りに首筋に吸い付き、あっという間にジェットの首を唾液まみれにした。

「…ソープ、ストップ…だめ、だめ、ジョン！！」

～(１９)～出発

日本に向かう当日の朝、予定より少し早めに目覚めたジェットはコーヒーを飲むためにまだ薄暗い廊下を歩き、談話室の横にある簡易キッチンに向かった。時間は午前４時、もちろんそこには誰もいない。ジェットはコーヒーメーカーのスイッチを入れ、壁にもたれて目を閉じた。

そわそわして落ち着かないのは父親と母親の復縁の話のせいなのか、ピアソンがまだ自分に未練があるという事なのか、それとも3人の魅力的な男たちとの関係のせいか…。

今は任務に集中するべきだと、ジェットが気持ちを切り替えたその時、目の前に誰かの気配を感じて目を開くと…そこにはソープが立っていた。

「…おはよう、今日は早いね。それとも眠れなかった？」

ソープはそう言うと、まるで当たり前のような動きでジェットの腕に腰を回して引き寄せ、触れるだけの優しいキスをした。

「…おはようソープ…、今日は何故か早く目が覚めちゃって…」

ソープはまだジェットを抱き寄せたまま離す気配がなく、それどころかさらに引き寄せて再び顔を近づけ耳元で囁いた。

「昨日はずっとゴーストと一緒だったよな？…一日中ヤ��てたの？教えて…彼は俺より良かったの？」

ソープはそう言うと、悲しみと嫉妬の混じった瞳でジェットをじっと見つめた。確かに、昨日ジェットはほぼ1日ゴーストと一緒にいた。今までゴーストと2人きりで過ごす時間があまり無かったので、それの埋め合わせのようなものだとジェットは考えていたが、ソープにとってはそんな事は何の言い訳にもならなかったのだ。

「…昨日、君の部屋に行ったらいなかったから、プライスの所に行ったんだ…でも、いなくて…それでゴーストの所に行ったら…ドア越しに君の声が聞こえたから…」

昨日の情事の最中の声がソープに聞かれていたことを知り、ジェットは一気に気まずくなった。

「嫉妬しないって、決めたけど…君がこうやって俺の側にいてくれる限り我慢しようって思ってるけど、時々無理かも…って思う時もある」

「…ソープ、君の気持ちはわかるよ、俺だっていまだに悩んでる。でも、君が大事だし好きだからこうやって側にいる。任務が無事に終わったらまた話し合えばいい」

「ごめん、大事な日にこんな風に君を困らすべきじゃなかった」

ソープが目を伏せて吐き捨てるように言うので、ジェットは慌ててソープの頬を両手で包み自分の方を向かせた。

「俺は3人の中で1番を決めるつもりもないし、誰かを1人選んで後の2人が傷付くくらいなら誰も選ばない。…それに前に言ったように俺だってまだ疑わずにはいられない、俺は君の事を永遠に独り占めできるとは思ってないし、君に俺は勿体無い…それに君はもしかしたら俺以外の誰かと…」

ジェットがそう言い終わる前にソープはジェットの唇を塞いだ。それは先ほどの優しくキスとは違って激しく攻撃的なものだった。ソープは苦しさから逃れようとするジェットを捉え、少しの隙間も許さなかった。

「…まだ、俺にそんな事を言うなんて…こんなに君が欲しいのに？」

ソープはそう言いながら硬くなった下半身をジェットに押し付けながら耳元で囁いた。

「そんな疑念が浮かばないくらいもっと君を犯さないと…まだ足りないって事だろ？」

ソープはジェットの耳を舐めると、耳たぶを甘噛みし、そのまま首筋にキスを落とした。まるでゴーストがつけた痕に上書きするかのように念入りに首筋に吸い付き、あっという間にジェットの首を唾液まみれにした。

「…ソープ、ストップ…だめ、だめ、ジョン！！」

このままだとこの場でセックスを始めそうな勢いだったので、ジェットは快楽の波に飲まれながらも必死に抵抗した。

「今日は駄目だよ…出発の朝に…できない…だめ」

「そうだな、今日は駄目だ」

ジェットとソープは自分たち2人以外の声が聞こえたので、慌てて身体を離した。

2人が声のした方を振り向くと、キッチンの入り口で腕をくんでニヤつきながら二人を見ているプライスが立っていた。

「キャプテン…」

気まずそうにソープは呟くと「…また後で」と言ってキッチンから出ていった。

「…昨日ギャズから聞いたんだ、君と2人で私の酒を飲んだ事。一晩一緒にいたんだろ？」

プライスはゆっくりとジェットに近づくと、互いのつま先が触れ合うほどの距離で向かい合った。プライスの身長はゴーストよりは低いものの、それでもジェットよりも大きいので、ジェットはいつもプライスに近くに立たれるととても威圧的に感じるとともに、思わずその広い胸板に体を預けてしまいたい衝動を、必死に耐えていた。

「…すみません、実は、半分くらい覚えてなくて。…でも、ギャズには何もしてないと思うんだけど」

ジェットはギャズと別れて部屋に戻ってからの事を思い出し、少し気まずくなった。不思議な事に、今回はギャズと一緒にいた時の記憶はほとんどなかったのに、ゴーストとベッドで過ごした事はしっかりと覚えていたのだった。

「ギャズの事なら大丈夫だが、…酒が欲しかったならどうして私の所に来なかったんだ？君は、酔うとどうなるか自分でもわかってるだろう？」

「…ごめん、とにかく、あなたが大事だから利用したくなかっただけ」

「…利用？」

プライスはジェットの言葉の真意がよくわからず、眉を顰めた。

「…心配させたくなかったし、ギャズとはあんまり話す機会もなかったからゆっくりお喋りしたかったんだよ」

「…そうか…」

「キャプテン、次はきっとあなたの所にもらいに行きます。一緒に飲んでくれますか？」

ジェットはニヤリと笑うとプライスを抱きしめて、少し背伸びして頬にキスした。そのまま去ろうとしたが、プライスはそれを許さず、ジェットの手を摑まえて素早く腕の中に捉えると、唇を塞いだ。

先ほどまで葉巻を吸っていたのかプライスの口内は少し苦く、独特の風味がした。プライスはぐちゃりと音を立てながらゆっくりとジェットの口内を犯す。唾液にまみれた汚いキスはどんどん激しくなり、その快感に耐えられなくなったジェットの膝は力が抜け跪きそうになったが、プライスがジェットの腰をしっかりと支えていた為、彼はよろめく事はなかった。

「ジョン…朝からこんな、キスしないでよ…」

ジェットが息を整えながらプライスの胸を両手で軽く押し返すと、プライスは不満そうな声を上げた。

「そうか？ソープなんてここでおっ始める勢いだったぞ？贔屓じゃないか？若い男の方がいいのか？」

ジェットはプライスの口調からその嫉妬が本気でない事を分かっていたが、あえて年上の男を喜ばす為に、彼の髭を優しく触りながらプライスの美しい瞳をじっと見上げて言った。

「まったく…どっちかというと俺は年上の男が好きだよ、妬かないで…パパ」

「…いいね、今度はセックスの時にそう呼んでもらおうか」

プライスが唾を飲む音が聞こえ、彼が再びキスしようと顔を傾けたのでジェットは慌ててプライスの唇を手のひらで止めた。

「…止まらなくなるから、もうダメだよ」

ジェットはプライスを小突くとからの身体からするりと抜け出した。これ以上側にいると自分から体を摺り寄せてしまいそうだったからだ。

「…じゃあ、俺もう準備しないと…」

軽くプライスを振り返り、キッチンを出ようとした時、ジェットはプライスに呼び止められた。

「君のすべてが、うまくいくように願ってる」

「ありがとう…ジョン」

彼はどこまでも優しい人だった。包み込むような暖かさにずっと甘えていたかったが、任務に集中しなければ…と、気持ちを切り替えた。　

ジェットは、プライスがギャズと話をしたと言っていた事を思い出し、ふと自分がギャズにどこまで話したのかが気になり、直接彼に確かめに行くことに決めた。

ギャズの部屋をノックすると、すぐに彼は顔を覗かせジェットを招き入れた。

部屋に入った途端、ジェットはギャズ以外の人間が1人その場にいた事に気付き、ドアの前で固まった。

「ゴースト…、君もいたのか」

「ああ、昨日お前がギャズに何を話していたのか知りたくてな」

ゴーストがギャズの部屋に来た理由が自分と全く一緒だと言う事を知り、その理由は何となく理解はできるものの、少し理不尽さも感じた。

「…俺にプライバシーはないのか？」

ジェットはため息をついてゴーストをチラリと見た。

「プライバシー？そんなにデリケートな話なのか？それにもう俺たちはヤッてるんだぜ？お前の事を全部把握したいと思うのは当然だろ？」

ゴーストの突然の自分達の関係の暴露にジェットはぞっとして慌ててギャズを見た。

「ゴースト、あんまり重たすぎると嫌われるぞ」

ギャズの冷静な反応にジェットは自分が彼らとの関係についてギャズに話をしていた事を察する。

「…俺は重いか？」

ゴーストは目を細めてジェットを見つめる。

「…もう！そういう話をしにきたんじゃなくて…ギャズ、どこまでゴーストとプライスに話したの？」

「まさか、俺がそんな事をすると思うか？具体的なことは何も言ってないよ、もちろんプライスにも。君のプライバシーに関わる事は言ってない。君が俺の部屋でありったけのストレスをぶちまけていったとしかね」

ギャズはそう言うと魅力的な笑みを浮かべジェットにウインクをした。

「…ああ、ダーリン、やっぱり君は最高だ」

ジェットがそう言いながらギャズに抱きついたので、ゴーストはギャズに冷ややかな視線をむけた。

「おいおい、ゴースト、勘違いするなよ。俺を君たちのラブゲームに巻き込まないでくれ。俺もジェットはいたって健全な関係だ」

「そうだよ、すごく健全」

ジェットはそう言いながらもギャズが自分を引き剥がさないのを良い事にしばらくハグを続けた。だが、今度はゴーストの凶悪な視線が自分に向けられた事に気付き、ジェットは渋々ギャズから離れた。

「…で、本人がここにいるんだったら話しても良いんじゃないか？それともジェット、俺に知られたら困る事が何があるなら話は別だが…」

「…いや、別にないけど…」

「いいのか？ジェット、ゴーストの前で話しても」

「いいよ…」

どうせ、隠し事などいつか暴かれるものだし、知られて困るような事はしない主義だ。

秘密にしたい事なんて…ない、と思っていたがジェットはピアソンの事を失念していたのだった…。

ギャズは淡々と話���出した。

ジェッがプライス、ソープ、ゴーストとの複雑な関係に巻き込まれている事、ジェットの両親が再婚する事についての不満、そして別れたはずの元彼が寄りを戻そうと自分に会おうとしていて、つい彼と会う約束をしてしまった事…。

「…ピアソンとまた会うつもりなのか？」

ゴーストは、唸るような低い声でジェットを問い詰めた。

「いや、あくまでちゃんとケリをつけるためだよ…最後にちゃんと顔を見て話をしたら彼も諦めがつくだろうし」

「ジェット！」「ジェット！」

ゴーストとギャズは2人ともほぼ同時に叫んだ。

「お前は世間知らずのお嬢様じゃないだろ？よく考えてくれ。あいつは諦めるつもりなんてないだろう」

「そうだぞ、俺も昨日の晩同じ事を言ったんだが…覚えてないだろうが…、とにかく、そんなのは未練がましい男の常套句だ」

二人がまるで両親のように口を出してくるのが面白くて思わずジェットは笑いそうになる。

それと同時にゴーストだけでなくギャズもまた自分の事を考えてくれ、真剣に考えてくれていると思うと純粋に嬉しかった。

「…でも、本当にめちゃくちゃな終わり方だったから、俺としてもちゃんと謝罪が欲しいし、もう終わったら事だってわからせたい。それに、実際に会って何も感じないって自分自身も説得させたい…」

「…じゃあ、奴に会いにいく時は俺も一緒に行く」

「…？！」

ゴーストの提案にジェットは言葉を失った。ジェットは、さすがにそれは過保護すぎだろうとギャズに視線を向けるが、彼が「それには、俺も賛成だ」と、ゴーストの発言に同意したのでジェットは眩暈がした。元彼との決別の場に彼を連れて行くなんて、面倒が起きる予感しかしなかったが、ゴーストもギャズも満足そうな顔をしていたので、ジェットはそれ以上何かを言うのをやめた。

そうして、知りたい事をすべて知って納得したゴーストはジェットの手をひいてギャズの部屋をさっさと出ていこうとしたのでジェットは慌ててゴーストの顔を見上げた。

「ゴースト？あ……じゃあ、ギャズまた後で」

「朝から悪かったな」

ゴーストに半ば引きずられるように部屋から連れ出され、ジェットは背後から彼に何度も呼びかけたが、返事は何もなく、ついにジェットはゴーストの部屋まで連れて行かれ、押し込まれるようにしてゴーストの部屋の中に入れられた。

「おい！ちょっと何なんだよ一体。無理矢理連れてきて…」

ジェットはゴーストの背中に向かって喚いたが、振り返ったゴーストは勢いよくマスクを脱いで机に置くと、突然ジェットの唇を塞いだ。

「んー…っ」

身長差のせいでまるで上から押さえ込まれるようなキスにすぐにジェットは屈服した。

互いに舌を絡めあい、音を立てて唇を吸い合う。ゴーストはジェットの尻を揉みながら持ち上げると自分の腰にジェットの足を巻き付けさせた。

抱き上げたまま背中に押し付け、さらにキスを続ける。

息を整える為に少し唇が離れた瞬間、ジェットは再びキスしようとしてきたゴーストの唇に指を当てて静止した。

「ねぇ、待って…落ち着いて…。昨日はずっと一緒にいたのに…まだ足りないの？」

「…もちろん、足りない。それにあいつの…ピアソンの話まで聞かされた後だぜ？俺が怒ってないとでも？何で俺に相談しない？」

ゴーストはそう言うと唇に当てられたジェットの指先を軽く齧った。

「…ピアソンのことは…自分で何とかしたかったから…でも心配させた事は謝るし…これからはちゃんと君にも相談するよ」

ゴーストは齧っていた指を口に含むと、ジェットの目を見ながらいやらしい動きでそれを舐めたり吸ったりし始めた。

「…ああ、もう…なんて事だ…ゴースト！」

ジェットは目を合わせるとダメだと思い、意識しないように目を閉じたが、目を閉じると余計に聴覚と触覚が研ぎ澄まされ、卑猥な音とゴーストの舌の動きに身体中が熱くなり鼓動が速くなる。

「…ダメダメ、ストップ！本当にだめ！」

1時間後には基地を出発しなければならないという事実がジェットを現実に引き戻した。

さすがに強い口調で止められて、ゴーストは咥えていたジェットの指を離し、悲し気な瞳でじっとジェットを見つめていた。

「ああ…そんな目で見てもだめ！続きはまた帰って来たら…じゃあ、そろそろ行かなきゃ…」

ゴーストは、持ち上げていたジェットを渋々下ろすと彼を解放した。

「わかったよ…せめて部屋を出る前にハグしてくれ」

「……もう」

ゴーストのまさかの可愛いお願いを無視する事などできず、ジェットはゴーストの首に腕を回して優しく抱きしめた。

「ジェット、わかってくれ、俺はいつだってお前が欲しい…お前を俺のものにしたい、本当は…出来る事なら誰にも渡したくない。それが俺の本心だ」

ゴーストはゆっくりと囁くと、ジェットの眉間に優しいキスを落とした。

ジェットはゴーストの腕の中でぼんやり考えていた。

本当にこの関係はうまくいくのだろうか？

朝からソープにもキスされ、プライスにも、そしてゴーストにも…。ジェットはこのままでは身体がもたないと思った。身体だけでなく、それぞれの大切な男たちの事を考え、それぞれをケアしてあげる心の余裕もない…と不安になった。

恋人を共有するなんて、やはり無理な事なのでは？

自分が3人を平等に愛する事ができたとして、3人のうちの誰かが…独占欲の強い誰かが…その調和を乱したらどうなるのだろうか、とジェットは思った。

「…ゴースト、そろそろ本当に準備しなきゃラズウェルに殺される」

ジェットはいつまでもゴーストの広くて暖かい胸の中でまどろんでいたかったが、時計が出発の時間が迫っていることを伝えていたので、渋々ゴーストから離れた。

ここを出たらしばらくこんな風に彼と触れ合うことはできないだろうと思うと、ジェットは急に寂しさと愛おしさがこみあげてきて、少し背伸びをして彼にキスをした。ゴーストは少し驚いた眼をしていたが、すぐにキスを返し、もう一度ジェットを強く抱きしめてから彼を開放した。

「…じゃあ、また後で」

それから一時間後、彼らは日本の座間基地に向かって出発した。

…前編終了

後編はゆっくり書いていこうと思います。

今後はまず前編の翻訳から��めていきいます。

[soaps-hoe-141]

Drowning In The Depths

Sorry it took me so long yall, I have been sick af and with school starting back it is kicking my ass. Gotta love them STEM degrees, know what I mean?

Part 12

Pairing: Captain Price x Male!Reader

WC: 18.3k

Synopsis: Who said Price gotta be the Captain all the time? I am so sorry in advance

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut, blood, canon typical violence

Darkness swallowed the team as everyone jostled against one another in the back. Well, almost everyone. Price and Gaz had both taken up positions in buildings on the North and South sides of the building in their individual sniper’s nest. Fuckin snipers. You had to stop yourself from snickering at the thought of the two of them laying on the floor the past day as if they were statues. It couldn’t be comfortable, that was for sure. 

You stopped yourself though, sniffing as you reached up to wipe at your nose and look around the dark compartment of the van. Konig was sitting next to you on the bench the team had apparently earned after your last successful mission. It certainly made the ride more comfortable as Watcher navigated through the darkened and ghostly quiet streets outside. The terrible thunderstorms overhead were the cause of it this time, and just as the thought crossed your mind a strike of lightning flashed just over Konig’s head where you could just barely see the windshield of the van. His dark hood was hanging loose as he leaned forward between the front two seats to whisper quietly with the young man who was driving, deep in conversation as he took another turn.

Meanwhile Soap and Ghost sat on the bench across from y’all. The bigger man had his knife out as he meticulously, or rather obsessively, honed the edge to a razor-like finish. His black gloved finger ran over the spine of the knife, catching on the serrations that were closer to the hilt before his gaze shot up to find you. The man truly had a sixth sense and it was beyond freaky now. Hazel eyes narrowed into slits as he caught you staring, a smattering of thoughts were undoubtedly going on behind that sharp gaze, before Soap captured his attention completely by tapping his knee against Ghost’s and whispering something into the other man’s ear. The Ghost-whisperer it would seem for he had tamed the wild beast in front of you with merely a touch and a couple words.

The big one certainly had his death stare mastered though, good lord. Your head shook subtly as you suppressed a shiver before you shifted back along the bench and leaned forward with your rifle laying across your thighs while Cerberus laid underneath the bench right beneath you. His nose knocked against your calf as he lifted his head to find your gaze, a slight tilt to it as he expected some command to come from you. There was nothing to tell him right now, not yet anyway. When no order came though the Dutch Shepherd’s tongue lolled for a moment until you reached down to run your fingers over his brindle fur. You could feel the weight of his head as it pressed into your palm for a quick moment. His head fell back to his paws a moment later and you leaned back into the wall of the van as you took a deep breath.

This drive was becoming anxiety inducing as another wheel dipped into a pothole and the thunder rumbled overhead. It felt almost like something was coming to a head, like the crescendo of a song was nearing and you could feel the melody of it in your very soul. The vibrations of an orchestra in the strings of energy that surrounded you and had you sitting on the edge of your seat even as you actively tried to calm yourself down, breathing as deep as you could.

Why was this making you so nervous anyway? You’d gone after plenty of the worst this world had to offer. Amaan was so far from tipping the scales of lecherous actions you’d been witness to that it wasn’t even funny. Hell you’d been right next to the fucking Admiral on that bastard’s worst days. Even on his good days Amaan was far from the worst in comparison to that demon. Al-Mustafa could have been a fucking angel when he was standing next to him, and yet here you were having to actively stop your knee from bouncing while also forcing yourself to put on the persona that was Speck. Not yourself, but the man you were expected to be in this situation. The operator. Master Chief. Your role.

Suddenly the answer to your question hit you like a slap in the face. Back then, when you had been faced with the Admiral, his heinous crimes, and your own very obvious mortality, you’d had nothing to lose. Everything you’d worked for had been stripped from you and your decisions and past had left you devoid of anything to care for. Your family, your job, your home, every cent to your fucking name had been thrust into the incinerator and you’d lost it at the drop of a hat.

Everything had changed now, you had someone, something, to stay alive for and to come back to. It was going to cloud your judgment. You knew that all too well. Hell it already had been affecting your judgment over the past days that you had been digging yourself deeper and deeper into the trench that was Captain John Price. It would only get worse from here on out and you found that the little voice that always told you not to get attached was surprisingly silent.

John Price was an addiction that even your subconscious would forever be unable to shake. You were bound and determined that the only thing that could tear you from him at this point was death itself and you’d put up a fight with any god or ferryman who came after you. Death had, had his chance to take you once before and he’d fucked it up. That fucker wasn’t getting you any time soon if you had anything to say about it. Besides who wouldn’t fight for those beautiful blue eyes and that endearing smirk when he knew he had you right where-

Stop thinking about him, Speck. There was a fucking job to do. Slowly you found your eyes turning to your left where the seat on the bench next to you sat empty. Where he would have been if it wasn’t for the fact he was already in position. A part of you was already missing him and it hadn’t even been that long. You craved the way his calloused fingers slid along your arm, the way his lips felt pressed against yours. The way his striking blue eyes pierced your very soul as he looked down at you with sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. Those quiet words of praise falling from between his lips, amongst other, dirtier words that had your cheeks warming in an instant even now as you sat in the back seat of the van.

A hard shove against your shoulder nearly pushed you sideways on the bench as you blinked a few times and your eyes focused on the other men around you. “You’re listening, ja?” You could almost see the raised eyebrows beneath the hood, the way his forehead creased sometimes when he only had his facemask on. Price’s forehead had lines like that, though his were a bit deeper and a bit more mature in appearance whenever his brows furrowed. Oh and the way the corners of his eyes creased whenever he smiled and made his typically serious face a bit more hospitable when he looked at you.

Fuck, Speck, would you pay attention? “Yes sir, I’m listenin’,'' your accent slipped out as you tried to pull yourself out of your foggy thoughts. You caught the attention of the other two men sitting in the back of the van as well as the southern twang lilted into your words. A moment of distraction and a shard of your past revealed, though they may have been jokesters and enjoyed a good laugh that in no way meant that they were stupid. They paid attention and they noticed the smallest of details, it was in fact what made all of you so great in the field.

Not a word was spoken though…Thankfully. Your past, your heritage, wasn’t exactly something you liked to advertise, it could ruin the idea of who you were. What you were. The idea that you were a chameleon would disappear in a cloud of smoke if they really started to hear that twang that was hidden so well in your voice. Or so you always told yourself anyway.

Ghost grunted out a quick, “We’re a minute out,” as he stood up from his and Soap’s bench. Shit you’d lost track of the time. You quickly followed suit as you stood up and pulled a magazine out of the tac vest before sliding it into the magazine well. It took only a quick pull of the charging handle to chamber a bullet from the magazine and you glanced quickly towards where Ghost was already unlatching the panel that had closed you all into the back. “Thirty seconds,” his voice rasped out into your ear as the van slowed to a stop and Watcher shut the panel between the front seats.

You clipped Cerberus’ lead on before you did a quick check of his gear, tightening the straps on his harness that wrapped underneath his belly. A moment later you joined the other three men at the two back doors. When the lock clicked on the outside the door opened a second later and Ghost jumped down beside the small ginger. The rest of y’all followed close behind the big man with Watcher bringing up the rear. The door shut behind you, though you couldn’t hear it over the pounding of the rain as the storm was raging around you now. You moved behind Konig with Soap on your left beside you.

The four of you lined up on either side of the door with Cerberus between your legs as you kneeled at Konig’s back and watched your side of the dark alley. The dog’s eyes were locked on you, you could feel their gaze as he awaited whatever command you were going to give him or even something as simple as if you were going to move. Watcher moved by you before he stopped to stand in front of a keypad and he plugged something into it. You could just barely hear him as he whispered something to himself and his mic picked it up, along with the sound of him typing numbers into the door’s lock.

It took a few moments before anyone finally started to move and when they did you weren’t surprised by the perpetrator in the slightest. A snort came from somewhere behind you though you heard it clearly in your ear just before a Scottish voice muttered under his breath, “Yer no singing right now are ye? Ye do know we’re in a bit a fuckin’ hurry, right?”

Just as fast as the questions slipped out of Soap’s mouth the quiet muttering stopped as well as the sounds of the young man pressing the buttons, both of them seeming to be distracrted by the other in this tense moment. Rain muted the sounds of shifting from behind you as you forced yourself to stay focused on the alley in front of you and not fall victim to the teasing these two were leveling at one another. “Aye, I am ye bastart. Ye can’t do any better, trust me we hear yer howlin’ every time we try to take a fuckin’ shower,” your brows lifted at the quiet words that came out of the smaller Scotsman. It wasn’t so much the words that had surprised you but the one who had said them.

Up until this point Watcher had been nothing but a sweet, innocent- as innocent as anyone on this team could be anyway -young man who might have seemed a bit too young but it wasn’t like he had ever seemed incapable, quite the opposite in fact. Watcher had been quiet maybe whenever everyone else was around, but never did he seem like the type to mouth off in the way he was now. Especially not to someone who was technically his superior even if Soap didn’t act like it sometimes. There were intricacies to the relationships in this team that you still hadn’t quite grasped it seemed.

“Well get on with it then Freckles, we don’t have all bloody night. It’s pishin’ it doon oot here,” you could hear the smile in his voice just before Ghost let out an exasperated sigh behind you directed at what you assumed to be both of the Scotsmen who were very nearly about to go at it in this fuckin alley if the annoyed huff from Watcher was anything to go by.

It didn’t seem either of them cared too much about the fact that rain was currently pouring down on y’all in fuckin buckets. It had soaked through your clothes nearly the moment you’d stepped out of the van and your equipment had been right behind it seconds later. There was no doubt in your mind if they kept it up, even your waterproof boots were going to give way to the torrential downpour overhead and you hated the feel of wet socks. That wasn’t even mentioning how bad Cerberus was gonna be stinking after this operation.

Just before the tension broke and shit hit the fan though a deep voice came over your ear piece. Deep, smooth, calm, and authoritative, “ETA on your entry, Bravo 0-7.” It was a question yes, including the little lilt up of his voice at the end, but it sounded more like an order coming from that man. Most things in your experience did, you weren’t about to complain about it though.

Without thinking about it the corners of your mouth turned up in a small smile. A rush that wasn’t adrenaline for once, but instead was happiness. A feeling you were beginning to grow a bit more accustomed to after so long without it. You stayed quiet though as Watcher answered the silent question in a hushed tone, “Fifteen seconds.” Ghost quickly relayed the answer before everyone went silent once more. There was a hollow grunt from Ghost who seemed like he was about to say something more but he instead elected to leave it alone once Watcher continued on with whatever it was he was doing. Best not to distract the young man anymore than he obviously already was.

Before Price could speak again the more feminine voice of Laswell came through the ear pieces, obviously broadcasted to the whole team, “Be advised there are two unknowns nearing your location. I estimate thirty seconds before they are on you. You need to get inside the building. Do not alert any guards. I repeat, do not alert any guards. We don’t know what is inside that building.” Your hands tightened instinctively on the weapon as you shifted and your knee dug further into the grime of the alleyway as rain water flowed down the paved road by you.

Watcher behind you was still doing whatever it was he was good at in an attempt to get y’all inside before shit hit the fan. No one said a word for fear it would tip the scales out of your favor too soon and y’all waited quietly on bated breath to get the clear from the ginger to breach. Again an American voice broke the silence as Laswell updated the team, “Fifteen seconds. Your side of the alley Speck.” Your hand shot down to the dog still lying between your legs as you quickly assured yourself that he was still lying on his belly there, as if he could move with the lead still clipped on him.

Both you and Cerberus were tense with anticipation, the only thought in your mind being ‘Don’t let this op go sideways already. It’s too fuckin soon.’ Just as the words played through your mind though water splashed up beside you as Watcher backed up to stop beside you and shove the items in his hand into a small pack at his hip and readied his weapon. Your focus however stayed on the end of the all even as the door opened behind you.

Footsteps, muted by the torrent, sounded off behind you as the other cleared into the building in quick succession. Laswell’s voice was counting down quietly in your ear as the men filed in behind you as quickly as they could. There was a light tap on your shoulder and your eyes darted up to find Watcher just as the young man hurried away from you and inside. You stood and shuffled backwards with Cerberus who backpedaled along with you until you turned into the doorway and Konig shut the door behind you.

Silence buzzed in your ears until the soft sounds of droplets of water hitting the floor found your ears. Your ears adjusted quickly to the lack of the noise as you looked around the dark entryway that you found yourself in. It was like the building was light and soundproof despite you knowing better. Or at least you knew what the building specs had revealed, who knew what was really going on in this fucking building though. No plan, no matter how amazing, survived a battle.

The illusion of the building being sound and lightproof dissipated in a moment though as the sound of rain hitting the roof sounded somewhere above you. While outside the darkness of the storm was interrupted by flashes of lightning that managed to illuminate the hallway though it was only for a few moments. It was just long enough though for you to see Soap at the end of the hallway and his gun pointed into the darkness with Watcher covering the other corner. Both men were holding their respective angles on anyone who might come down the hallway. 

A second later there was a strike of thunder that seemed to rattle the walls around you and also aided to ruin the illusion of sound deprivation, feeling more like an earthquake instead of a storm that was miles overhead. There was still no sound from the team though, even as Konig dropped his night vision into place much like the rest of the team had already done, you were just now noticing. A moment later Ghost finally broke the dead silence as his voice sounded over all the comms, “We’re inside. IR beacons on now Captain,” you reached up a hand to drop your own night vision into place. You reached to the back of your helmet then to turn the IR beacon as well and then Cerberus’ on the back of his vest as Ghost spoke.

It took a second before you heard Price answer in that calm, soothing tone that was all business and formality in the middle of this mission. And despite yourself it had the hair on your arms standing up in response, “Good copy Lieutenant, eyes on.” The big man didn’t bother to answer him and instead he moved up behind Soap as he took a second to survey both sides of the dark hallway.

The masked face turned back to find you as his hand came up and he directed you to follow up behind Konig and Watcher. The moment you gave him a nod he tapped Soap on the shoulder and the two men slipped silently around the corner. Stealth was your friend, at least for now, and was the only thing keeping the local law enforcement off of y’all and the rest of the building quiet as you moved through the building. Just one quick hand motion and Cerberus was out from between your legs as he came to rest at your right hip instead. Stepping up behind Konig you gave him a light tap on the shoulder and watched him mirror the same action on the young man’s before the three of you slipped around the corner and off down the hallway.

Watcher stopped at the first room as he opened the door quietly and his lean form moved with graceful, quiet speed you hadn’t seen from many. As you continued moving you found yourself appraising the skill with which he cleared the room, despite the fact that you knew it wasn’t actually your job to do so. To be so young it seemed he was well enough trained, maybe not as quick or experienced as the rest of the team but you had your suspicions that most of his skills lied elsewhere. Not necessarily just another jarhead with half a brain to throw into the fray when you needed bodies. 

Quickly though you and Konig moved past the room as you watched the hallway behind and Konig the hallway and stairs up ahead. It took only a few seconds before the sharp features of his pale face reappeared in the doorway and you turned to tap Konig as the three of you continued on down the hall. Approaching the second door that branched off the hallway you heard a low rumble come from your right and you hurriedly reached forward to tap the taller man in front of you on the shoulder. He paused for just a moment before he too heard the low rumble just behind him and he gave a stiff nod.

A quick hand gesture and the rumble stopped as Konig lined up on the side of the door before checking to make sure it was unlocked. When he looked back you were quick to give him a single nod as he returned his attention to the door and pushed inside. You didn’t catch what happened in the first moment. All you could see was Konig’s large body that seemed to swallow the nearest hostile as he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and drug him to the side against the wall, as out of the way as the Austrian could get. You stepped inside in the next moment as you listened to the muffled sounds that came from the man that Konig was fighting to put to sleep.

The wide eyed face of a young man, you’d wager to guess even younger than Watcher, came around the corner in a flash. You barely had enough time to register the fear that had grown there. All you could see was the thought that he was in too deep, that his time had come even as he reacted in his own defense nearly as quickly as you. The silhouette of a handgun began to rise in what felt like slow motion in front of you. Instinct carried you forward as your right hand shot forward as quick as the strike of lightning that flashed outside and blinded you for just a moment. You didn’t need to be able to see though now that you had your hands on him.

Just as quickly as your sight was taken it returned in the midst of your next strike. His trachea slammed into your thenar web and you could feel the way it began to give way beneath the force of the blow. Dark eyes bugged at the sudden contact and immediately the gun in his hand dropped, a metallic clack echoing around the walls as it hit the ground, and he reached for his throat while he struggled to catch his breath.

In the next moment his throat was trapped between your forearm and bicep while his hands clawed fruitlessly at your arms. Nails dug into the fabric of the long sleeved, black shirt that clung to your torso and arms like a second skin. When that didn’t seem to work a primal instinct began to take over that few could have suppressed, and part of you would have gone so far as to say not a soul alive could have fought that urge down.

It was a desire to survive, to continue dwelling in this cruel world that every creature walking this planet had. His sharp elbows drove back into your ribs and you couldn’t help the quiet grunt that he drove from your lungs. The young man’s mouth opened wide in a scream that he couldn’t quite get out but damn did he try. You could even feel the muscles of his neck as they flexed beneath your forearm. A quiet hum passed through your lips as the wild and struggling actions slowly began to ebb into the hazy last ditch efforts to get away. Futile attempts but the human brain responded the only way it knew how, remove the threat and get away from it. Even if the brain knew it could never hope to accomplish that task.

As the fingers around your forearm loosened your gaze darted towards Konig across the room who was lowering the other man to the ground before he turned to find you. Cerberus was still standing idly beside you while his chocolatey eyes stared up at you with reverence as if you didn’t have a man currently struggling in your arms. When the other’s arms finally started to fall back to his sides you took a step back to lower him to the ground before he slumped to the floor and you stepped over his body to join Konig where he’d moved back towards the door. A single tap on the tall man’s shoulder and he stepped outside with Watcher as y’all continued on down the hallway.

Like a well-oiled machine you cleared every small room on the first floor and rotated with one another all the way to the stairs. As you cleared the final room on your side of the hallway, Ghost's voice rumbled through the ear piece, “Clearing the second floor now. Team three clear the third floor.”

You exited the room with a tap on Konig’s shoulder as the man answered back, “On the way up now.” He released the button on his mic before he whispered just loud enough to hear, “On you, Watcher.” The young man didn’t hesitate even for a moment before he mounted the first step on his way up. His head tilted up as he watched the top of the landing, taking the steps carefully as he went, doing everything in his power not to make a noise. Not a single shot fired so far and the guards weren’t alerted, hell this was going far better than any of y’all had dared to anticipate.

“Be advised, one just left his room on the second floor…” the man paused before continuing with an edge of nervous anticipation in his tone, “No clear shot on my end. He's approaching the stairwell on the north side of the building,” the Brit’s voice reached your ears though it wasn’t that of the man from before. This one was a couple octaves higher and missing the rough tone you loved so much. Watcher stilled on the stairs in response, just barely in front of Konig about halfway up the first flight of stairs. You couldn’t help but cast a nervous glance back the way you had come like you’d just assured y’alls mutual destruction by just daring to think positively for once.

A low rumble began in the dog’s chest that you silenced immediately with a quiet gesture of your hand. Konig took one more cautious step forward to come shoulder to shoulder with the comically shorter man just before a face came into view at the top of the stairs. Your stomach dropped as the middle-aged man froze with his fingers tangled through a long, dark beard. It took a moment for him to process what he was seeing, to register that y’all were the enemy and his life was in danger. The man tried to scream, he really did. At least he made the most honest attempt he could. His mouth opened and he tried to take a step back and turn. He put every muscle into action in order to take off back down the hall, probably to find someone, but his fate was never to walk down that hall again.

He didn’t even get the chance to turn his head all the way back around before a flash came from the end of Watcher’s barrel and then Konig’s. Blood sprayed the wall behind him as the light faded from his eyes and his body began to go limp. It would take a second for his body to realize that the brain had ceased to respond. No loud bangs echoed off the walls though, suppressors kept the sounds quiet especially with the cracks of thunder still sounding off overhead. 

Your shoulders tensed as you watched his body tilt forward towards the two men and he began to fall down the stairs. Without even really thinking about it the two men in front of you stepped forward simultaneously. The weight of the now deceased man hit their shoulders as they let his body lay softly against the stairs before they continued up and you followed right behind them. Avoiding the blood pooling onto the steps and the body that laid there now.

Watcher lifted his gun to inspect the dark hallway for only a second before his eyes returned in front of him and the two men in front of you continued on with that same slow and careful step that you all had been using since you left the van. Again the two men started up the stairs together as you brought up the rear of the group, Cerberus still steady at your side, a rock in this tide of uncertainty. As the three of you crested the top of the stairs two shots fired off back the way you had come. Fuck.

Voices rose in a flurry from the floor below as Ghost’s deep voice growled into your ear, “We’re compromised.” Yeah, no shit.

“Time to clean house lads,” Soap’s voice cut him off, sounding strained as more shots fired off from somewhere below.

More voices began to rise like a chorus from behind the closed doors of the third floor before lights flipped on overhead and blinded each of you with the nightvision. You scrambled desperately to pull the goggles up even as startled shouts hit your ears and you tried to adjust your eyes with a couple quick blinks. Bullets flew past you, slamming into the walls behind you before you heard the quieter pops of either Watcher or Konig’s rifles firing. When you could finally focus your eyes a man was lying dead a few feet in front of you and further down the hall one was coming out of another room.

Watcher was just getting his night vision goggles up while Konig was turning back to check on the both of you. His eyes landed on the ginger first before turning his green gaze to you. Cerberus’ jaws opened in a thunderous bark as a crack of thunder sounded just outside, though you had to admit the dog was easily loud enough to compete with it. All thought stopped though as you watched the door in front of you fly open. You were almost certain you could feel every muscle go rigid in response, a moment of hesitation that would undoubtedly be your undoing.

A figure peeled around the corner that Konig had missed in his worry. You tried to lift your gun but there wasn’t enough time. You could see from here, in this slowed down, distorted version of time, that he was going to beat you to pulling the trigger. That was before glass shattered somewhere ahead of you and the man fell with a hole in the side of his head. Your gaze darted around to find the source of the shot, but Konig was helping Watcher to his feet so it wasn’t one of you. Then John’s voice rumbled in your ear in a tone that was nearly a growl, “He’s down. Get al-Mustafa. That’s an order.”

Your eyes darted to where Konig was already moving forward with Watcher hurrying after him. There was no time to waste now that your cover had been blown. Konig shoved his way into the first door on his right and disappeared inside as you moved to catch up with the other two. You reached a hand down to check on Cerberus as the big dog moved at your side and you continued on past the door to follow Watcher. By the time the shorter man was pushing in to clear the next room Konig was coming up behind you to give you a light tap on the shoulder and you crossed the hall to the next door.

A hard shove inside with your shoulder and it started to give way only to come to a jarring halt as it slammed into something solid which was currently refusing to budge on the other side. Your brows furrowed then before someone shoved at the other side and the door slammed hard into your chest. A quiet curse fell out of your mouth as you took a step back and glanced Konig’s way as he pushed into the room next to yours easily enough while Watcher continued on down the hall past you and towards the last door already. Do not ruin the rhythm, Speck. Don’t be that fucker, get your shit together.

Get it together, get it together, finish this so you can get everything back to normal. Unclipping Cerberus’ lead you took a breath before you stepped forward and your boot collided with a door. The force cracked the wood which might as well have been paper thin at this point as it flew inward. Curses sounded from inside the room as you forced it the rest of the way open with a hard slam of your shoulder. When it finally gave in to the force you felt your teeth jar just before you caught sight of furrowed brows and the barrel of a gun rising your way.

Time was short but the distance between the two of you was shorter. Your gun slipped from your grasp as you shot forward and grabbed his wrist with one hand. You slammed it against the wall with enough force to make the wall shudder beneath it as you slipped further into his guard. The gun smacked against the wall uselessly as you did, your arms straining to maintain control with one hand around one wrist and the fingers of your other hand wrapped tight around the other.

The man growled out more than a few curses in Pashto as he tried to force you back through the door. Even as you held his arms wide and the gun away from your chest he still seemed only to be worried about keeping you out and away. It was like he was trying to get rid of you even as the sounds of gasps echoed from further within all in the span of a few seconds. All of the noises from within quickly turned into cries and sobs as you let your grip slip ever so slightly to wrap your hand around the barrel of the gun and force it from the man’s hand. It only took another half second to flip it around in your palm and shove it into the center of his chest. 

When you pulled the trigger the sound would have nearly deafened you if not for the headphones over your ears. The bang bounced off the walls around you as the man fell to the ground and you turned without thought to find the source of the noises from before. The man’s dead body was irrelevant now and you had no more attention you needed to pay it. Your eyes darted down towards the woman and the little girl she now held wrapped in her arms and as hidden from your sight as she possibly could be. Her face locked you into place as you immediately remembered the way she had looked so confused and pleading at you the last time you had seen her. Your jaw tensed and Cerberus whined at your side, sensing the way your mood immediately changed from business to uncertainty.

She had been at the other compound, you’d sent her directly back into the fray with the foolish hope that her mother would get her out of here, out of this life. Really it had been more like the hope that she could get out there. However even as you watched her you realized there was no recognition behind those eyes. This was the same little girl you had gone out of your way to speak to and she didn't even remember your face, and for some odd reason it made you muscles tighten in response. You were so used to people not remembering you, hell it was why you could do what you did, but you’d spoken to this girl. Killed another man right in front of her. Yet there she was not even realizing the deja vu you should have been causing her at this exact moment.

God you were getting sensitive lately, it was truly becoming pathetic as nearly everything was altering the course of your thoughts. You couldn’t think about that right now Speck, you’d come here for a reason and you had so much more to deal with than a child you didn’t even know. The reason you were here was somewhere else in this building, it wasn’t this little girl and her mother. Amaan was the cause of this girl’s suffering and you had a chance to stop that tonight. He was the reason that all of you were even here. The reason that you all had to be in this place with a dead man behind you and a woman and child who were begging quietly for their lives in front of you. Yet you hadn’t even gotten confirmation of an ID on him to prove he was even in this building.

Glancing towards the door you took half a step forward and leveled the barrel of the gun at the woman. Even as you did it though you felt the finger you had resting against the trigger freeze. You couldn’t kill unarmed combatants, and especially not a child. Not here and not now. Son of a bitch, you bit the inside of your cheek and glanced back at the door once before turning back to the two and growled out a quiet threat in Farsi, the only hope you had of keeping them alive and seeing this through to the end, “Do not move, do not leave. Try to leave and you will be shot. Stay here until we are gone and do not make a noise, do you understand?”

The mother’s eyes glanced at the man on the ground behind you before looking into your eyes once more as she pulled her daughter closer and then gave a few quick nods of understanding. You watched as the mother and Jasra disappeared into the small closet in the room and the door closed behind you as you left the room with a clipped, “Fuss.” The second you turned the corner though and started towards where you knew the other two would be clearing the final room another round of shots rang out through the third floor.

“FUCK,” the Scottish voice yelled out as he fell back around the door frame and his hands reached for his side. Too good, things never went this smoothly and you never should have let yourself believe that it would. You closed the distance in a flash though Konig was there a step before you, speaking words in German that you didn’t understand. His hand shot to grab a hold on the young man’s vest as he pulled him further away from the door. You didn’t stop to afford Watcher that same level of concern, not when the person who had done the shooting could have come out of the room at any moment, besides Konig could handle any first aid better than you could.

Slipping inside the final room you slid around the corner gun first as you came face to face with al-Mustafa who was standing securely behind his two wives with his arms wrapped around both of their necks. He had one hand wrapped around the grip of the pistol as he held it to one of their heads. Your eyes searched them carefully, analyzing and planning in the matter of a moment. There was no way you could fire off a shot and hope to kill the other man before he killed one of these two women though. Again time was short and you didn’t exactly have much time to figure out a way to get through this situation.

Especially not when you could hear the two men outside the door and you were already having to fight to turn off the side of your mind that held the worry and fear for the young man outside the door and everything that could possibly go wrong. Doubly so when you heard Konig’s voice in your ear piece, “Watcher has been shot. Soap, get up here now.” You didn’t flinch, you couldn’t, you were in the middle of a stare-off with a true piece of shit and you knew whoever flinched first was going to lose this match.

The ensuing chaos on the mic nearly broke you but it was still secondary as you continued to watch al-Mustafa. “Come on Amaan, there’s no reason for this. Just come with us,” play your role Speck, like maybe you wouldn’t have put a bullet in his head given the first chance. God you wanted to though, you wanted to kill him more than you’d wanted to kill anyone else before in your life. Your words, which had come out in Farsi, seemed to be a cause of confusion for Amaan though that lasted only a moment before he dismissed your presence as a whole in favor of searching for a way out from behind his two body shields.

There was fear that was evident in both of the women’s eyes and even though you couldn’t see it you knew that sweat was beginning to dot their brows as they watched the end of your gun rather than you. They were both expecting to meet their end one way or another tonight. You need to break that bastard’s concentration, your eyes darted down to the dog at your side who was a steady rock at your side. “Gib laut,” you mumbled to which Cerberus responded with a series of thundering barks directed at the man still searching for a way to get out.

The tension was instantly palpable in the room, the barks served to keep the other man on edge, no respite for the adrenaline fueled panic you knew was currently flowing through his system. Good, the last thing you needed was a terrorist with a fucking plan. “I don’t have a line of sight into the room, Captain, how about you,” Gaz’s voice came through your ear piece and you barely even had the chance to glance at the walls of the room to realize that there were no windows except for the one on the south side of the building.

Of course there weren’t, nothing could ever be that easy huh? It took a moment for Price to answer as well though you didn’t need to hear his answer to know what it would be. Still you enjoyed hearing his voice as he growled out in what you were beginning to learn was frustration, “Negative. Konig status report on Watcher.”

The Austrian was doing his best to hide his worry but it was painfully obvious as he answered, “Two gsw’s, one to the abdomen the other to the thigh, his plates caught the rest. Soap, where are you!?” You could hear the man outside without the need of his mic as his voice rose in what was nearing panic. The worst part about it though were the quiet grunts of pain that the young man was doing his best to choke down. However, as much as he was trying it wasn’t working too well as your imagination painted a vivid picture of Watcher leaking blood all over the hallway. With Konig’s huge hands pressing desperately over two flooded wounds as he tried to staunch the bleeding.

For the love of God, drown it out Speck, focus on the problem in front of you before you get yourself killed, idiot. You blinked once as you tried to push the thoughts into the back of your mind and forced al-Mustafa came back into your forethoughts. Your eyes caught sight of the women’s fear again, their gazes darting towards the door on their left and then back to you. Amaan’s eyes were everywhere but, his gaze was instead now drawn to the escape route he had planned out for himself. A flash of lighting struck outside followed by a series of three more strikes that you struggled not to let yourself get blinded by and instead keep your eyes on the man you were actually here for.

In the next moment though the power flickered and then everything went dark. Son of a bitch this shit needed to make up its fucking mind. Again shots rang out just before glass shattered as you hurried to flip down your night vision once more. When you finally managed to see what had happened the scene in front of you made your shoulders tense in response. A small pit settled in your stomach as you stared down at the floor.

One of the women was lying dead on the ground, the place where the bullet had gone through and left a hole in her skull covered by the headwear she wore. The other woman, presumably her sister, was reaching for and cradling her head as she drug the limp corpse into her lap. Sobs racked her body as she did and when the door to their left opened you lifted your gun instinctively at whoever was coming through. When three young girls quickly ran to their mothers in the dark though you felt that pit beginning to widen. Especially as you caught sight of the blood already soaking into the rug on the floor.

Holy shit. You let the barrel of the gun lower slowly before you reached up to the radio attached to your vest and spoke quickly, “One of the wives is dead, Amaan killed her. He’s gone, but I can still get him, Captain.” Silence took over the line as the sound of a second Scottish voice entered the hallway from a distance. Your mind was anywhere but the three men now outside the door though, you had other things to worry about.

You took a quick step up onto the bed and moved over it to the now opened window. Glancing out quickly at the torrential downpour your eyes narrowed as you inspected the narrow ledge of the window and the straight drop down. Time for retrieval was escaping, Price needed to make a decision and he needed to make it now before his opinion became obsolete. “Speck…” There was a hint of warning in his voice as he said your name, making your jaw tense once more as you glanced the other way down the street towards where Price was nestled in a building somewhere. You caught sight of Amaan’s retreating form as he tried to make his escape for the second time from your team. John was out of time to make a decision now.

“Fuck it,” you drawled out the words as you used the stock of the gun to clear out the larger shards of glass still stuck to the frame. In the next moment you were climbing through the window before you pressed the button on your radio and growled out, “I’m going after him.” It wasn’t a request this time, it was a statement. You were going after him. A woman had died and Watcher was injured and you couldn’t let his sacrifice go to waste…Not if the worst happened.

Glancing down quickly you found the awaiting gaze as you commanded, “Bleib,” and watched the dog’s focus narrow onto you and you alone. Both of you were now actively ignoring the crying children and the one woman still left to deal with the three children. They weren’t your problem to deal with anymore though, you had other things to worry about. Like how far this drop was gonna be and how you were gonna catch up to that slippery bastard. It was time to treat this just like any other obstacle course or training drill now. Just get it done, put this bullshit to rest. 

As you clung to the ledge of the window your eyes searched for the easiest path to the ground, and you could feel your fingers slipping just slightly as you fought to hang on. The shining gutter on the right caught your gaze as you swung yourself off the ledge of the broken window and towards it. Your hands couldn’t grip it all that well but before you slid down you managed to get your feet around it as you controlled your descent to the street below. It only barely broke what would have been a bone-breaking fall, but it broke it enough that you could ignore the pain in your knees and turn to yell up, “Hier.”

Only a moment passed before Cerberus launched himself through the window and you saw his head tilt down as he looked for you. Reminiscent of the way he had launched off the top of the training wall during the training run with full faith you would be there to catch him. It was all the same to him, work and training were no different. So long as you were there he couldn’t have cared less about the situation that he was in while doing it.

Your arms lifted as you took a couple steps back before the weight of the dog landed on your outstretched forearms and you cushioned his fall. Without another moment of thought you  issued a quick, “Fuss,” and then turned down the street and took off at a sprint, not bothering to check on Cerberus. There was no doubt in your mind that he had slipped into his place at your side. 

Where had Amaan been when you last saw him? You were struggling to remember now. He’d turned down a side road and disappeared between the buildings, you could recall that much at least. But had he been at the dead end of this street? He had been, right? Yeah of course he had. For sure…Maybe? Fuck.

“I’ve got eyes on Amaan,” the deep voice sounded akin to the rumble of an engine in your ear as he answered a question you hadn’t even dared to utter. “Three streets to your north, Speck. Move fast, I don’t have eyes anymore,” the callout made your head whip to your right just as you began to pass a side street. It only took a quick glance for you to catch sight of the man in question once more.

Oh yeah, you were definitely faster than that fucker. You could catch up to him easily, you just had to put everything clouding your mind out of it. None of that was important right now. All you had to do was get yourself and Cerberus out of this mess alive now. That was it.

You slipped in the wet streets as you took the hard turn and started after him. Ahead he darted out of sight back towards the west and you had to raise a hand to shield your eyes from the rain pouring into your face. Even your eyelashes were beginning to drip as the thunder continued to rumble overhead and another flash of lightning lit up the sky. Had you been standing still you might have even gotten cold with how wet everything around you was, but with your arms and legs pumping you didn’t exactly have the chance. Instead your skin felt like fire beneath the tight, black shirt and comparatively loose, black cargo pants you’d donned for the mission.

The dog beside you was focused ahead and for the first time it seemed you weren’t the only thing on his mind. Cerberus was well aware that the chase was on. You’d both been on enough together that it wasn’t all that surprising he had realized what was happening by now.

The gun in your hands and the gear strapped to your body felt like a weight dragging you down into the streets that were now turning into mud as you neared the poorer parts of the city. The water that had soaked into your shirt and pants was becoming a fifty pound burden as it slowed your typically light and agile form. You could only hope that Cerberus’ thick-furred body wasn’t feeling the same in these conditions. One of you slowed down was enough cause for concern, the both of you being drug down was beyond concerning.

As Amaan’s head whipped around to find you, you watched his form take another turn, he knew he was being followed. Lovely. He was trying to shake his tail and if you lost sight of him for too long he might very well be able to do that. Cerberus couldn’t track in these conditions…Well that was a lie, he could do it. It would just be painstaking and it was doubtful you’d end with your query in hand anyway, and you weren’t about to let Watcher get shot trying to get this fucker and then have to find out that the bitch got away again. And if the worst happened…Fuck why hadn’t you hurried the fuck up in that stupid fuckin room?

A pit opened in your stomach as your mind tried to backtrack. Son of a bitch you couldn’t be thinking about all of that. Drown it out and focus Speck, for the love of God and all that’s right and holy in this world fucking focus. He wasn’t the priority right now, not yours anyway. Konig was more than willing to take care of the kid and Watcher didn’t need your worry or your pity. Right now you needed to think rationally not with whatever the fuck else your mind was trying to force on you.

Even as the thoughts crossed your mind you heard the crack of the mic as words spilled through, “Someone get the fucking van. We’ve got to get the fuck oot of here.” Soap’s tone didn’t hold worry so much as it did urgency. A need to get out of what had turned into quite literally a bloody mess before things got even worse, or so you assumed. You weren’t exactly there to see how things were going since you left.

“On it,” Ghost’s deep voice answered back immediately just as the man you were chasing made another turn and forced your focus back to him completely. This slippery bastard was gonna be the death of your knees with all these fucking turns.

Catch him, stop him, hell kill him if need be. Fuck the info you could get from him at this point, you’d rather know this was over than worry about some intel. Just end his life and finish this bullshit. You turned the corner around a tall fence and were met with an empty dead end street. Your gaze darted back and forth from the collapsing building on one side and the tall, chain link fence on the other side as thunder continued to rumble overhead. “Where the fuck-”

Pacing back and forth in the alley your mind worked quickly towards a viable solution. One hesitant step forward and then a quick turn back and your eyes slid over the fence next to you. Mud had kicked up on it. No, that was way too high to be from anyone just running by. You froze as you looked at it for a moment, watching as gravity played its part and the silty mud dripped slowly down the fence.

This fuckin guy…

In the same moment you saw him through the small holes of the fence as he weaved around a car and disappeared from sight once more. It didn’t take you a second longer to start climbing over after him as you hauled yourself up towards the top. At least until you swung a leg over and then stopped, your eyes surveying the broken down cars and junk piled around the fenced in area. One hand braced against the top as you held yourself in place while the other still held the gun nestled tight against your shoulder as you waited a second.

Stop and take in your surroundings Speck, get your fucking head on right or you’re gonna get yourself killed. There he was. Your brows furrowed and then lowered into a look of frustration as you watched him. The figure's hands were clinging to the opposite fence as he desperately tried to pull himself up.

When he turned to glance back a flash of anger curled your lip up instantly and you couldn’t stop yourself. You lifted the gun and without even a thought your other hand steadied your aim as you fired at the man. Every muscle tensed as you watched him fall backwards off the fence, a yell of pain just barely audible in the rain he reached for his shoulder. You watched for another moment, still holding the gun up though you didn’t really expect him to move again.

But it was raining, it was dark, and you weren’t exactly shooting from a good spot as you straddled the fence. There was just barely a flash of metal that you caught before you instinctively dove head first off the fence and for cover. At least you could take comfort in the fact that the man was on the opposite side of the yard in complete darkness and without your technology to aid him.

Gunshots sounded off from the other side of the fenced in lot as your shoulder slammed into the mud below and you clamped your mouth shut. Don’t yell, that was the last thing you needed. You pushed yourself across the ground as you tried to gather your thoughts and your broken body. One hand was still holding the gun out of the mud as you used the other to push yourself up. You braced yourself against a broken down car as you searched the lot once more for movement. You could only hope he was too stupid to reposition himself. 

The thought that Cerberus had still been on the other side of the fence didn’t quite register until you heard the clink of metal and the scratch of claws on chain link fence over your shoulder. Fear rushed through you for the first time the whole mission as you heard another round of shots fire off from across the lot. You could only hope he was firing blindly into the night and that he hadn’t somehow caught sight of Cerberus in this darkness.

Your gaze darted up as confusion swirled in your eyes along with a hint of pain you were trying to ignore as well. Without any command the dog had leaped the fence as his resolve and patience finally wore thin and ran out. Mud and water sprayed up into his thick, brindle fur as Cerberus hit the ground. He didn’t even take a second to listen to anything you had to say. It was apparent that he was running on instinct, completely wild and untamed now. It wasn’t exactly something you would be inclined to praise in another situation but right here in the middle of a storm and with both of your lives on the line the longer you remained outside the wire you didn’t attempt to stop him this time.

Cerberus, a missile across the ground even in the bog that was this…Was this a fucking junkyard? Oh yeah without a doubt, especially as you hopped the decrepit car you had almost landed on top of. You tried to follow the dog but he was impossibly fast and a thousand times more capable of flitting into the opened skeletons of dead cars. He disappeared from sight as he dove through one frame of a car and scrambled out the window on the other side.

And then he disappeared from sight as you vaulted another car and tried to follow after him. As you jumped to the next car you heard a scream rip through the air. The sight of the person who uttered it was blocked by a stand of cars though as you continued to wind through the junkyard. Rain continued to pound down on your helmet and drowned out the splashing of mud and water as Cerberus wrestled Amaan to the ground. You weren’t there to see the way the skin tore as the man struggled to get away from the iron jaws around his forearm. Nor did you see his arm as it was nearly torn apart and off by the animal that was operating completely rogue at this point.

As you vaulted another car just beside the stand that was blocking your sight your eyes landed on the violently shaking head as Cerberus’ jaws and body kept the man pinned to the ground. Almost dragging him over the mud and now covered the man as you took a slow step forward. You found yourself reveling in the man’s screams, enjoying them. He was a vile man, a demon that had come to visit the mortal world and you couldn’t help the peace you felt watching Cerberus work. This man had killed so many, hurt even more both physically and emotionally with the death he had wrought on this realm. He deserved this. He deserved to feel a fraction of the pain he himself had caused.

“Speck!?” A voice yelled into your ear piece, raspy and deep and probably the only thing that could have caught your attention at this point. He always caught your attention. Your eyes darted around you for just a moment as if you expected to find the man somewhere around you before Amaan’s screams reached your ears again. Growls from the dog in front of you drew your eyes just in time to see the man’s free hand reach for the gun he’d dropped when Cerberus had initially taken him down.

Again your lip curled up in response as you aimed at the perpetrating hand and sent a round straight through the back of his palm. A fresh scream tore from his throat before he drew his hand back towards him in an attempt to protect it. Taking a step forward you knelt on his back before grabbing one of the zip ties that hung from the pouch at your waist. With one quick, “Aus,” the animal’s jaws relented and fresh blood pooled out of the wounds as he did.

His loud barks thundered in your ears even louder than mother nature’s ruckus overhead. It was still all a game to him, even if he had broken his hold for a moment he still thought it was just a game. There was no distinction between play, training, and work, and you’d used him not as a tool but as revenge this time. What the fuck were you doing?

“Speck, answer me!” His voice broke you from your thoughts again as you shot a glance down to the wire connecting your earpiece and the mic around your throat. Hurriedly you drug the man’s arms behind his back, smiling as he groaned out in pain and said a few garbled words you couldn’t make out in the storm. You tightened the plastic around his wrists before standing back up with your foot on the middle of his back to hold him in place. Amaan wriggled helplessly in the mud as rain still poured over the both of you in the dark din of the storm.

Swallowing hard, you took a deep breath and reached up to press the button on the mic, “Junkyard.” Well that was certainly descriptive now wasn’t it? Good God Speck, say something else, give them something else to go off of. What else could you give them?

Your eyes darted around the fenced in lot as you actively ignored the man still writhing beneath your foot. Think, Speck, think of something else to say, there had to be some other way to tell him exactly where you were. “I’m about a hundred and fifty meters from my last known,” silence encapsulated you for the first time that night, even the tumultuous skies overhead went quiet seeming to sense the urgency of this situation. Cerberus had fallen silent at your side as well, his eyes still watching the man at your feet in what was as close to a daring look as you’d ever seen, if a dog were even capable of that.

Seconds passed by as you waited for someone to answer you. Any reply at all to set your nerves at ease. Finally, John’s voice rumbled in your ear again as he asked, “Did you get him?” You could sense the hope in his voice even over the radio, a daring want for this to finally be over.

Your gaze slid to the man beneath you as you rolled Amaan over onto his back with your boot and glared down at him. His teeth were gritted and his lips peeled back over his teeth as he tried to hold back the sounds of pain he was no doubt feeling as he laid on several injuries to his limbs. “Oh yeah, Captain, you bet your fuckin ass I got him.”

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Bloody hand prints painted the white metal floors and walls as the false panel of the van sat open in front of you. Your jaw tightened as you looked at the evidence of what had happened on this latest mission, the blood that had been spilled on both sides of this war tonight. You were standing at the back of the van with your knees pressing against the bumper, and despite how empty it made you feel you couldn’t find the will to look away from the mess before you. 

Even Gaz passing in front of your gaze couldn’t interrupt your rushing thoughts. Your mind went idle as you watched him spraying the blood out of the back, your arms crossed over your face as you stayed put. Mud still caked nearly every inch of your clothed body after you’d all but rolled in it back in that junkyard. While both specks of blood and dried mud decorated your face like the makeup a toddler would have painted across your skin. Even strands of your beard were stuck together with the dried, brown substance as it cracked every time you reached a hand up to run your fingers through it. You watched with every muscle tensed as the bloody water dripped out onto the cement floor before it disappeared underneath the van to head down the drain.

Not all of the blood was Watcher's at least, half of it belonged to Amaan after Cerberus had nearly torn his arm off at the elbow. You should have let him do it too. It was what that fucker deserved after he shot that poor kid. Sure Watcher had signed up for this just like anyone else had, but it didn’t mean that the whole team wasn’t still feeling this hit. Even you were as new to them as you were.

A door opened somewhere behind you and still you stared ahead as Gaz continued to clean up his friend’s blood slowly, seemingly as lost in his own head as you were. You certainly weren’t blaming him. “Speck,” the deep voice broke your concentration as you turned to eye the perpetrator with a cocked brow. 

John came to a stop beside you finally and you caught his gaze just as it landed on your face. He’d been in an interrogation with Ghost and Amaan for the past few hours as you all waited for the sun to set once more, not to mention the tail end of the storm that was still raging overhead. Your arms dropped from your chest as you turned towards him, your head tilting quizzically. Jesus you needed to get out of your fucking head, that was never a good place to be. “Did he talk? What’d he say?”

Blue eyes held you hostage in their gaze, his hand finding yours as he stood there. It was only for a fleeting moment though, not nearly long enough for either of you. Only a passing graze over the rough texture of your palm that was still dyed a deep red. His index finger felt like a feather ghosting over your skin just as the rest of his hand wrapped around yours. John’s thumb grazed over the back of your knuckles before he pulled away so that the only other man present didn’t see and shook his head in answer, “No he didn’t. I doubt he’ll talk any time soon, Speck.” At his words a flash of frustration passed across your gaze as your eyes flicked towards the door that led into the main room of the safehouse.

You’d been here before in this safehouse, been at the end of this interrogation once already. So why was the only thought crossing your mind, ‘They ain’t tryin’ hard ‘nough.’ They knew what they were doing, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel like you could do more. There was this need to seize control in such an unsure situation that scratched at the back of your mind, it was the way you’d been trained. Thrown at problems relentlessly and told to figure it out, it was the only thing in life you’d ever been good at. Or at least that was what you had always told yourself. 

Your features darkened but you didn’t give him a chance to see as you stepped away from him without a word and your eyes shot to the door as you headed straight towards the door back into the safehouse. Until fingers wrapped around your bicep and John intercepted your progress, putting himself between you and the door. “Just let me give it a go, John,” even before you finished though the other’s head was shaking. His strong grip stayed securely around your arm as his other hand came up to rest gently against your chest. Warmth spread into your skin from his palm as it laid against the gear you still hadn’t stripped out of. His head continued to shake even as you pleaded helplessly, “You’ve been in there for hours, he’s obviously not all that afraid of you. Let me-”

“No,” John’s firm answer resonated through the small garage and you heard the hosepipe stop behind you, though the gaze leveled in front of you held you frozen in place. This was the man who had soothed the raging inferno of your temper in the worst of times, and after letting Cerberus nearly tear Amaan apart that fire had burned out to a barely smoking ember as you questioned everything about yourself. You needed something to ground you and as the realization hit you couldn’t help the small huff you let out because of course you did. When did you not need him to stabilize your deteriorating mental state of late? Pathetic. “Go clean yourself up, Speck. Take a break.” Your jaw tensed as you neared an overt refusal of his suggestion. When he sighed deep though and you had to watch his head tilt as he leaned a bit closer, “You smell like shite, Love. Trust me, yeah? We know what we’re doing.” Trust him. Damn.

Your eyes hit the ground immediately as you took a step back to put some distance between y’all. Shrugging his hand off your arm his other hand fell off of your chest and the cold you’d been ignoring began to set into what felt like your very soul. A deep chill rushed through you though you kept your head on as you nodded a hesitant answer, “Yeah, John, I know.” You glanced back over your shoulder towards the van just as Gaz turned his back in an attempt to give some semblance of privacy. Surprising. Turning back to the Brit you found the ocean depths in front of you and took a slow breath, “Where’s the bathroom?” You watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed in front of you and he curled up the corner of his mouth in a half smile.

Nodding his head towards the other door that led off the garage he lifted his arms to cross them over his chest before answering, “Through the door and down the hall on the left.” You nodded slowly and turned, leaving him behind as you headed to clean yourself up. Cerberus lifted his head as you passed where he was laying against the wall. 

The smell of wet dog and the pungent, metallic tang of blood wafted up your way as you went, nearly choking you with the severity of it. Smells had never really bothered you before, but now you felt a roiling in your gut as you neared and unconsciously sped up past him. Cerberus’ head fell back down to the concrete as you passed, failing to signal or call for him. The Dutchie could wait until y’all were back at base, there wouldn’t be much you could do for the smell right now anyway. You’d let him sleep for a bit now, he’d earned that much at least.

Opening the door you stepped through the threshold, letting the darkness of the hallway swallow you into its embrace as your hand reached out to slide along the wall. You weren’t even sure you were actually walking, not until your fingers ran over the knob of a door on the left hand side of the walland you pushed it open. Fumbling for just a moment your hand searched the wall beside the door before you flipped the lightswitch on the wall and your eyes ran over the small bathroom. Your eyes froze as they found the mirror on the wall, swallowing hard as you took in the sight.

You hadn’t truly looked at yourself in so long now that it was hard to recognize the mud and blood covered man who stared back at you. Sure you had shaved in a mirror on occasion or seen yourself in the reflection of a window when you passed, this was different though. You hadn’t actually taken the time to gaze upon the visage of what you had become over what was now nearly three years. Hadn’t let yourself realize this was your life and you had ruined it. And as you looked at yourself you slowly began to realize you no longer recognized the man who looked back.

The deaths you had lived through had changed you, they’d rewritten the etched lines on your face and put patches of gray in your hair. You’d still been a young man when you’d lost them, as carefree as you could have been living that lie anyway. Your mind had still been that of a teenager and in some ways it still was, but you’d lost that bright, young smile and carefree attitude. They had made you callous to the pain of others and you’d lost some of yourself over the years. And what made it all so much worse was that you hadn’t even realized it until Cerberus’ teeth had been tearing flesh from Amaan’s forearm. Hell you’d been more than ready to kill a man who had simply been doing his job and Wade hadn’t deserved that.

Your eyes dropped to the sink below, blinking as you cleared your thoughts of the man you’d seen in the mirror. Taking a deep breath you flipped the water on, trying to smother the way your heart was racing and how clouded your mind was becoming. Water from the faucet ran cold over your hands as you tested the water before sighing and reaching up to the straps of your tactical vest. You stripped it off over your head with a vicious pull and threw it into the floor, the panic still rising as you fought to keep it together. Rolling your shoulders and head you felt the tension in every muscle and you could only wish for a shower at that moment, something warm to melt the ice forming in your veins. Fuck you wanted, no you needed a damn shower.

The skin tight shirt clinging to your torso was still damp and made chills rack your body as you stood there. Reaching down to the hem of the shirt you pulled the thin fabric up over your head and glanced down at the pink droplets of water left behind on your chest that had seeped through the fabric. Diluted by water and mud you watched as they slid down your chest and disappeared into the waistband of your pants.

Christ you were still thinking too much. You leaned down over the sink and cupped your hands underneath the water as the blood that had been caked on your hands and in the grooves of your fingernails began to wash down the sink. Mud turned the typically bright red into a darkened ruddy color as it added to the already dirtied sink. The stains on your hands slowly began to dissipate as you leaned your face towards the sink and dipped your head beneath the water. Running your fingers through your hair and beard you could feel the dried mud and blood begin to loosen in the strands, doing your best to clean up in the small space.

Slowly you lifted your head back up, running your hands vigorously over your hair as if they themselves were towels and in the same moment you heard drops of water hit the murky liquid still attempting to drain below. Your hands braced on either side of the sink’s bowl as you stared down at the rust colored water below. You should have been better, been there. Why hadn’t you been the first one through that door? Because you’d been too busy dealing with non-combatants. You should have been fucking quicker. The tips of your fingers tapped a steady rhythm against the side of the sink as you got lost in the realm of your thoughts once more unable to pull yourself from them.

“Speck,” immediately your head jerked up at the deep voice right behind you and your eyes shifted to his reflection in the mirror, focusing on the face that now stared back at you. The brunette beard drew your gaze first but only for a moment before it shot up to the deep depths of what was quickly becoming your only place of safety and calm. John was the one who broke your locked eyes as he turned to look out of the door before he closed it behind him with a soft, barely audible whisper of sound. In fact the only noise was that of the lock clicking into place though you barely even noticed because your eyes were glued only to that face, completely incapable of looking away. Stock still in his presence.

Turning your head cautiously you glanced over your shoulder, watching him now out of the corner of your eye. Even that was too much though and had your face and the rest of your body warming in response. The second he was there though your mind stopped whirling. How could it not when the only thought running through your mind was, ‘He looks good in black, he should wear it more often.’ The tempest that was raging had come to a halt in the eye of the storm the moment you were captured by his eyes. Standing back up straight you turned, just barely enough to look at him and with one hand still holding on to the sink for support for fear your knees were going to give out.

You watched him for a moment in the precarious silence of the room, in the whole building really, before his head tilted. The blue gaze was unable to stop its descent down your bared chest though, giving his thoughts away like a snitch. There was no doubt he was tracing the droplets of water that were dripping from the strands of your hair and beard and falling over your skin. Without meeting your gaze again and while he was still inspecting the scars and muscle along your stomach and chest, he asked in a voice still laced with concern, “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Good Lord that was the last thing you wanted to fucking do. Talk about feelings? Right now? Fuck that. There was no way in the fucking world you were gonna allow the boner killer that were your thoughts out. Your fingers loosened on the side of the sink as you turned fully towards him. You needed a distraction, something to pass the time. You needed him.

There wasn’t exactly much space to cover in the small bathroom, only a few inches at most. You were across the short space at the speed of light. Probably faster if you were being honest. One of your hands ran over his cheek before it wrapped around the back of his head to tangle into his short brunette strands there. Your lips pressed to his gently at first before something more needy and wanting overcame you.

His body went rigid at the initial contact, almost like he seemed unsure of what you were doing. Surprised maybe? At least that was until your hand slid against his hip to run across the small of his back and you pulled him closer. You could feel his muscles start to melt in response to your touch then before he was matching your neediness. Matching the desire you had for him at every moment of the day. His need for you was shining through just as much as yours was and God if that didn’t feel just fucking amazing.

For once it wasn’t Price jumping on you, in fact you could still sense some hint of hesitation despite his hungry, devouring mouth still pressed to yours. Your hips grinded against his and you could feel yourself twitching in response, still confined to the tight fabric of your pants. Desire and need and some tail end of an adrenaline high fueled your movements like throwing gasoline on a fire. When John pulled his mouth away to take in a breath your lips moved to the corner of his, pressing a kiss there and then down across his beard and caught the strangled sound of a groan in the air before it cut off.

You were insatiable in your need for him as you nipped at the thin skin of his neck, pressing ever closer to him in search of the warmth you knew radiated from him. Impulsively you sucked at the skin of his throat, not considering the hickey you were probably giving him as you listened to the deep rumble of his throat. It vibrated against your lips and you pressed a quick kiss to the spot before moving a bit lower to do the same thing, his body tensing again in response before melting once more.

Fuck. He tasted like the salty prick of sweat and the earth yet you still couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of him. The fingers that you had tangled into his hair pulled and his chin lifted up in response as you continued to mark his skin. As you continued to claim him as your own even though you knew that he wasn’t yours to claim but fuck he was, wasn’t he? That’s right. He was yours. Yours and only fucking yours.

Your body pushed closer as you shoved him back against the door, trapping him against you and the hard surface as you tried to control yourself to no avail. John didn’t seem to mind too much though as you listened to him let out a huff in response and then he was reciprocating. His hands pulled you impossibly closer as strong fingers grabbed at your hips and you felt him roll your body fluidly against his own. He was urging you on without even needing words and good God it was the sexiest thing you’d ever witnessed.

When his other hand ran over the expanse of your bare back you felt his calluses scratch across your skin, and a noise rumbled deep within you in response. Something primal and animalistic and you could feel John’s body shudder against yours in response. It was a noise you’d never made before that had his hands sliding over your skin and grasping harder at your hips. Searching for something neither of you seemed too certain about yet.

Fuck you wanted him though. You wanted to bury yourself inside of him and never pull out again. You felt like a King when he’d done it to you, you could only imagine how you’d feel sliding into his walls. He’d never let you though. But God did you want it, you wanted him. You wanted just about anything and everything he’d fucking give you or let you take. Fingers grasped at the back of your neck, digging hard into the muscle as you rutted your hips against him again.

You could feel yourself harden at just the thought of fucking him like a man gone feral, and you were well on your way to that exact point. “Spe-” his voice sounded strained as a moan escaped and cut off his pleading voice. When you glanced up through dark lashes you could see his teeth biting into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and part of you wondered if he had. God why was the thought of that so hot? “Speck,” he finally managed to groan out as your thoughts ran rampant with the many different ways you could ravage him right here in this bathroom. “We need to talk.”

Fuckin hell, John, not right now. The hand you had at his waist slipped around to his front as your hand groped blindly at his hardening length. He twitched beneath your palm as his cock strained for more. “Ya really wanna talk right now?” You could barely catch your breath enough to ask the question and to be fair he didn’t seem much better either. Your heart was racing in your chest and your head felt like it was swimming with so many things you couldn’t even begin to identify exactly what it was. At least whatever had been bothering you before was long forgotten now though.

Without waiting for him to answer your mouth was on his neck again as you pressed a trail of gentle kisses on your way up his neck. One after another they pressed into his skin until you felt the hairs of his beard tickling against your lips and the tip of your nose. He hummed in response for a moment before he finally tipped his head back again and groaned out, “Fuck no. Later.” Unable to resist your teasing mouth you felt his throat rumble against your mouth again with pleasure. Slowly, you made your way along the underside of his jaw with your fingers still pulling at the short strands of his hair to keep his head from tilting back down. You were holding him in place with just your body now and the gravity of the situation was starting to sink in.

You were in control. He was letting you do whatever you wanted to him and he wasn’t stopping you. God you could feel him still straining against the fabric that held his erection at bay, the buttons of his pants straining to keep the fabric closed now. Glancing up you watched his face as something close to a smile found his mouth at the attention you were paying to his neck. At the claim you were steadily etching across his skin in what would be small purple bruises in a few hours. Fuck.

Letting go of his hair, both of your hands made for his waist as you grabbed hard at his sides, your thumbs pressing against the bones of his hips hidden just beneath the muscle there. The moment you released his hair though his chin tilted down and you felt his fingers pull your face back in range so he could press his lips to yours. You pulled him off the door with a sharp tug and spun the two of you around slowly as your hands slid behind to grab at his ass. One palm for each perfectly shaped globe.

God he was perfect. All you could think about was how it would feel to sink inside of him, how tight his walls would grip your poor, neglected erection. What he would sound like and what it would feel like to hear him moan as you fucked him until the only thing his foggy mind could think about was you, and how good you felt. You wanted to fuck him stupid, and christ right now you certainly had the stamina too. God just to fuck him until he came on your cock like he’d done to you so many times already.

A strained moan left you at the thought as his teeth sunk into your lip and you pressed him back slowly into the sink. Without so much as a single thought going through your head your hands grabbed at his backside and you lifted him up sliding him backwards to sit on the rim of the sink. He grunted and you felt him stiffen again as he pulled away with a bit of surprise in his eyes. You froze in place with your hands still holding him tightly and with your hips slotted perfectly between his thighs, just a bit too far for either of you to feel any friction though. “Bloody hell, Speck,” his voice was quiet and just barely reached your ears as he watched your expression.

Dark brows furrowed and you watched the tip of his tongue slide out to wet his lips before he leaned forward to press his forehead into yours. His fingers dug into the locks of your hair that had grown out way too long these past months out here, pulling at the strands with a spark of something unidentifiable in his eyes. When your jaw tensed though you saw his mouth turn into a smirk before he muttered, “You’re always surprising me, Love.” The tension in your jaw dissipated slowly as you watched him without a hint of what was going through your head now.

Slowly your face tilted up until you felt your nose tap against his. When you leaned forward again though he pulled away with a teasing shake of his head. You couldn’t help it when your gaze darted down to his lips and narrowed, before you jerked him forward until he was flush with you once more and nearly falling off the sink. Grinding against him you muttered quietly, “Full of those, ain’t I Angel?” The corners of his mouth turned up just a bit more and this time he was the one who bridged the gap as he pulled at the hair still trapped between his fingers and he captured your lips once more.

It didn’t take long before your head was swimming in him once more. After y’all had been stopped last time that feral need for one another was boiling hot and you needed him. Every single thought was lost in the way he felt pressed against you. Lost in the way he kept one hand wrapped around the back of your head and the other was sliding around your throat and then down your chest slowly.

Blunt nails drug over your bare flesh before you felt fingers pulling deftly at the belt around your waist. You couldn’t help the smile that raised the corners of your mouth as he did. Something far more primal than you’d ever felt was clawing its way across your mind now. As his fingers moved on to the buttons of your pants you felt the friction as it grazed over your sensitive member.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you bucked forward towards his hand, your mouth falling agape with a low groan. John’s amusement came out in a short huff as his hand delved inside of the black cargos, pulling your member free quickly. The moan you let out was sinful before he shot forward to cut it off with a hard kiss. Strong fingers slid along your shaft slowly as he swallowed down your quiet groans that you couldn’t hold back despite your desperate attempts. It didn’t seem to matter though, John had no qualms with keeping them quiet himself at this point.

Fingers wrapped around your length as you leaned further into him with a groan. Begging him wordlessly for more. You tilted your head down and you could hear him give a low hum of appreciation at the weight of you in his hand. Your head had already been swimming before he’d even gotten his hand around you, but now? Now you were drowning in the attention he was lavishing upon you in heaping servings.

Still holding tightly onto his backside you knew you were denting his perfect flesh, dotting it with even more bruises. You couldn’t wait to see them. God just the thought was enough to send you near spiraling again. “Fuck John,” you managed to whisper as his free hand moved up to cup your cheek and his thumb ran over your skin with a delicate touch. It shouldn’t have been so intimate. You’d never meant for this to be sensual, you were in a bathroom for fuck’s sake. This should have been rough, quick, distracting, no room for thought. Yet here you were as he tried to hold your gaze with his. 

The need to be something more would never escape you when it came to him, you knew that somewhere deep down, but you couldn’t deal with that, not right now. His thumb grazed slowly along the head of your cock and you barely stopped another moan as you watched his deep blue gaze, your eyes half lidded and barely managing to stay open now. There was a smirk on his face as he realized he had you like putty in his hands once more despite that for the first time you didn’t want to be.

Fuck it. Your hips rolled forward with a fluid motion as you thrusted into his open hand and simultaneously pushed him further back onto the sink. When his head tilted, your eyes shot down to avoid his gaze and your hand slid over his hip and then around to the inside of his thigh.You drug your thumb slowly over the closure of his pants and your fingers dug into the flesh of his thigh he hummed in satisfaction. “When did you become a tease?” His voice was husky as his hips pressed up into what little bit of friction he could get from your feather-light touch. Meanwhile his own hand was still pumping up and down your throbbing length in slow, careful strokes.

Giving him a nonchalant shrug you answered back in a slow drawl, “What can I say?” You pressed your hips closer as your lips once more dipped in search of his neck, wanting to feel his pulse against your sensitive skin. They pressed lightly against the dark stubble, once more tasting the earth and salt of his skin which for once was absent of his usual chocolatey taste that you knew came from his cigars. When you pulled back again your voice was lower as you rumbled out a quiet, “You bring out the best in me, Angel.”

His chin tilted up just before you felt a heel hook around your thigh and he pulled you closer. The hand that was still around your length stilled. It was like he was frozen in place and in that moment you realized just exactly what you were doing to him. This was a two way street, he felt it too. You were doing to him exactly what he always did to you and you couldn’t stop the smile that bled through as you continued to press kisses against his neck and popped the buttons on his pants. The pulse that thudded beneath his skin almost felt like it quickened against your lips.

However, you were certain you felt it quicken when your fingers slid into the waistband of his underwear to graze over the length of his cock. The man beneath your mouth and touch shuddered and squirmed against you, nearly begging for more before you pulled his length free. Your mouth stopped its relentless assault on his neck as you leaned away for just a moment before your forehead tilted down to lay gently against his shoulder. John copied the motion as you felt his beard scratch against your cheek, the longer hairs grazing over your skin and making it tingle with an itch that you ignored.

Both sets of eyes turned down to watch as your hands moved in sync along the length of your erections. Precome welled from the tips slowly and you could feel his calluses catching along the veins of your cock and you knew that yours were doing the same along his. Especially when you heard a mumbled, “Shite,” into your shoulder as he tried to keep himself quiet. The pressure was building though as your heart began to beat a solid rhythm that you felt not only in your chest but throughout your length as well.

This wasn’t the same as being buried inside him but you’d take what he was more than willing to give. Best not to push your luck for now and you’d take anything he gave you in truth. Twisting your wrist at the head of his cock you heard him gasp before his hand let you go and his head tilted back. “Bloody hell, Speck. I can’t-” You repeated the motion and his words turned immediately into a moan as his head tilted back.

There it was. He was losing himself in the moment as you continued to jerk him off, eating up the sight of him getting lost in the way you could make him feel. His mouth was babbling nonsense as he tried to keep his thoughts together and failed miserably. God almighty, you could listen to these breathless gasps for air and his quiet pants for the rest of time and be completely happy standing right there between his thighs.

Blue eyes disappeared behind pale lids and his cheeks flushed red before your eyes. The collar of his shirt dipped just barely low enough that your gaze could pick out the dark dustings of hair at the top of his chest along with the smallest hint of his collarbone. A treat for your eyes just as much as every facial expression was. Good God he was beautiful and you could feel a near painful throb in your length just as you thought it.

When his cheeks flushed deeper your hips bucked forward instinctively, your cock searching for something and something it found as the head of your dick ran along the underside of his. The moment you felt that little bit of friction you just couldn’t stop yourself as your fingers wrapped around both of your leaking erections. Newfound need had your hand pumping quicker and it was obvious both of you were feeling yourselves getting closer and closer to the finish line. Hell John’s mouth was held agape as he tried to catch his breath while the rest of his body worked relentlessly to reach that peak.

One hand held painfully tight on to your shoulder as the other seemed to dig into the side of the sink. His muscles tightened but it wasn’t the same as last time even though you weren’t sure what he was doing. Not until you felt his hips thrust up towards your hand as he tried to speed his climax along. His member ran along the underside of your own as he moved and you sucked in a breath just barely holding in a long moan and instead let it out in a quiet hiss that was covered up by a soft groan of pleasure. “John,” you paused and he hummed in response with his eyes still closed while your hand continued dragging up and down your lengths. “Angel, you’re being too loud. Someone’s gonna hear us.”

John whimpered deep in his throat before it escalated into another moan and you watched as he tried his best to bite it back. Teeth dug into his bottom lip before he leaned his head forward and forced his eyes open to find you. Blue hues searched your face half lidded and lazy as he gazed at you. The blush across his cheeks deepened and the Brit let his mouth fall open again as he panted into the stale air of the bathroom. “Sp-” Your thumb ran over the head of your own cock and gathered some of the precome before continuing on to graze over the tip of his.

This was a completely different man in front of you now. You’d broken him down and God it felt good to know that you even held that  power over him, over anyone really but especially John Price. Even more though was that you had him at your very whim right now, there was no doubt in your mind he’d have given you anything in that moment. John was completely under your spell and you’d never felt more in control of another human being as you did now. “Shhh sweetheart, I’ve got you,” your voice was quiet as your eyes stayed locked for as long as the other could manage. When you said that you had him though and you implied that he could trust you, that he could let go of that dominant persona he always seemed to exude, that was when the last of his resolve evaporated.

You rolled your hips forward again in a fluid motion and as you did the last hand you’d been holding onto him with shot up. Your palm slapped over his mouth and you just barely managed to muffle another whine that would have undoubtedly given the two of you away. John’s head fell back hard and smacked against something behind him but the both of you were too far gone to really piece together what exactly had just happened. Heads so far in the clouds someone could have been firing a gun outside and you would have been none the wiser.

With your hand still muffling the noises he couldn’t hold back and the way he continued to thrust in your still pumping hand you knew he was about to finish soon and you doubted you were going to get a warning. Not with how he was still panting into your hand and the flush on his face only seemed to get deeper by the second. Hell the throb in your own member was beginning to edge nearly into pain as the pressure continued to build, just aching to be set free. 

Fuck you were close, so fucking close now. You couldn’t help the low grunt you let out as your hand tightened around the heads of your erections. Pumping one more time your eyes darted down as you felt his body stiffen and his cock twitch in your hand. Your eyes landed on his cock just in time to watch his cum paint the back of your knuckles and the front of his black cargos. It almost felt wasteful in that moment but in the next you couldn’t even remember what you were thinking about.

He whimpered against the flat of your palm as his body spasmed once and he thrusted into your hand again, another shot spraying along the head of your cock and dripping slowly down your length. Your eyes darted up to find his beet red face as you quickly continued to pump up and down the length of both of your members. Letting him ride out his orgasm while you still hungrily chased your own.

Slowly his muscles unwound and John slumped back against the wall and mirror behind him. Pale eyelids lifted tiredly and revealed the ocean hues to you once more as you pulled your hand away from his mouth finally. You slid it slowly to his cheek as you cupped his face with one hand, still chasing your own climax with the other to no avail. 

The air was too warm against your skin though. Everything felt too tight and too close even though he still wasn’t close enough. You couldn’t imagine how John felt with his t-shirt clinging to him. God why hadn’t you pulled that fucking thing off of him already? You wanted to see his chest now, that gorgeous fucking body that you knew was hidden beneath as you still tried to find your own release.

It was escaping you though, dancing tantalizingly out of reach. When one of Price’s hands wrapped around your wrist and stopped your rapid chase as he mumbled out, “What’s wrong, Love?” The hand that had been cupping his cheek fell away as you ducked your head and your hand fell away from your throbbing member.

It felt like all the energy dissipated from your limbs the moment he stopped you as you leaned forward and relaxed into his chest. Your forehead nudged lightly against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you and you felt your length dragging against the fabric of his pants still throbbing painfully as the pressure at the base of your cock begged for release. Your own hands settled at the small of his back as you continued to roll your hips forward against him unconsciously. 

As you turned your face into his neck you answered quietly, “Nothins’ wrong. Just tired.” He hummed his acknowledgement of your statement as his fingers traveled slowly down your back and side until he halted at the bone of your hip, his thumb rubbing slow circles into it as he took a pause. You waited a moment before you questioned him quietly, “Why’d you stop?”

John’s shoulders moved up in a quiet shrug before he muttered out, “Thought you said you were tired.” You pulled back to look at his face and found a lazy smirk on his features before his fingers tightened around your hips to keep you from moving too far away.

Your brows furrowed before you gave him an annoyed huff of an answer, “Tired, Angel, not fuckin stupid.” The smirk turned into a look of amusement as his hand trailed across the muscle of your stomach. John’s fingers wrapped gently around your length as you thrusted up into his hand unable to control yourself. You were already nearly gone before he got here, and he was only igniting that inferno again that you’d been afraid had danced too far out of reach. You should have known better when it came to John Price though.

His hand slid down your length once before he released you and lifted his hand to his mouth. You asked a silent question with a tilt of your head but he didn’t need to respond as he spit into the palm of his hand and returned it just as quickly as he’d pulled it away to your length. The burn of his calluses disappeared as his saliva and cum slickened palm slid over your sensitive skin. A much needed relief as his hand tightened around your length and you felt your release racing forward once more. It was crowding in on you so fast now that the fog in your mind was returning with a vengeance. The fog you’d been chasing earlier and been unable to find shelter in was now clouding every thought as you struggled to remember why you’d even been upset.

Your lips parted in a silent gasp as he trailed his thumb against the underside of your cock and then over the head. Leaning forward you tried to capture his lips for a kiss but he pulled away and instead your chin tilted down and you felt your forehead rest against his chin as you panted into the stale air once more. Your gaze traveled slowly down his front to where his hand was pumping steadily over your member. 

Closing your eyes for just a moment you missed it as he added a second hand to the mix. It was the straw that tipped the scale as you hissed out a quiet, “Holy shit.” There was a pulse in your length and then your whole body went rigid. Your hands fell a bit lower on his sides and you jerked John forward to press his chest to yours. You let your eyes shut for a moment and you somehow managed to hold back a moan that would have most definitely traveled beyond these walls as you focused instead on the way his hand felt still traveling up and down your length.

A moment later your muscles began to unwind as you relaxed into the grip he had around your shoulders and John’s hand pumped slowly as the last vestiges of your climax began to dissipate. Everything stayed silent for a few long moments while you regained your thoughts and the fog over your mind cleared in that post-fuck haze. Even though you had been the one in control he still had your head in the fucking clouds. It wasn’t fair and truly you couldn’t have cared less. Not in that moment…Not ever.

[harveywritings92]

Iris, tugging on Ghost’s pant leg: Mr. Ghost you have to put a dollar in the swear jar.

Ghost, amused: Oh, Why?

Iris: Because you said (looks over her shoulder at her dads) The F-word.

{Soap snickering as he watches his step-daughter put Ghost in his place.]

Ghost, opening his wallet: Here’s $20, kid. That should cover me until lunch. *walks away.*

Soap & Smoke, gawking a Ghost in disbelief:....

Soap, to Smoke: Advance payment for swears is cheating, right? Like it defeats the whole purpose of a swear jar???

Smoke, shrugging: I-- I honestly don’t know, the swear jar was intended to stop Iris from swearing, I never thought about adult implication....Let’s just see how this goes.

[Needless to say. Iris made off with about $600 in one hour, just by being in the same room as the 1-4-1 soldiers.] 

[the-faceless-bride]

So, I do all my writing on my phone. But I plan to get a laptop soon. And I honestly think writing on a laptop would not only work better, but would make me want to write more, does anyone else get this?

Gonna be me ^^^