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I’m not the first to write something like this but here’s my spin on shifter!141.
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They had spent too long in their bestial forms. Time feels different when the wolf takes over, easier to lose track of and even harder to remember their human lives. By the time one of them remembers the house in the woods and its many acres that still needs a final payment under a fake name it’s too late.
They look on from the tree line, taking note of the changes made by the new owner. A budding flower garden in front of the house, well kept and just starting to show its spring colors. Around back a large vegetable patch was still green, nothing yet ready to harvest. The exterior had a fresh coat of paint and small repairs had been made. A single faded blue truck rumbled up the long and winding driveway. That’s when they first laid eyes upon you.
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“Abandoned, Selling As Is” was what the advertisement had read. No one else had wanted the plot of land hours away from civilization. For you, though, it was perfect. Somewhere to start over, to be alone and relearn who you are.
The rooms still held the previous owner’s belongings. Everything had been left untouched as if they just vanished one day. All men, you assumed, just from the sparse decor and the clothes left behind. Military, maybe, from how the beds were made with their sheets tucked into hospital corners. Paranoid loners, possibly even doomsday preppers, was another guess you made after discovering a gun safe hidden behind a false wall under the stairs.
It was almost a game, once a day trying a hand full of combinations to see if any worked. Something mindless to fill an unoccupied moment of time. That’s when you really started going through the papers and books left behind. Looking for any clues at what the code might be. A notepad left on the small hallway table is where you scribbled down all the combinations that hadn’t worked, in a meager attempt to not repeat yourself. A small mystery to add a little life to your loneliness.
At night is when things really come to life this far out into the wilderness. In the early days of owning the property, before you were able to get the satellite internet set up, you’d spend the evenings watching and listening on the back porch. Deer were the most common, using the wide open expanse of a backyard as a place to graze in the evenings. Owls silently swooping down on field mice before retreating to the trees once more. Coyotes, crickets, and night birds made a symphony of nature most nights.
The most exciting were the wolves. You could always hear them howling in the distance, calling to one another. They weren’t like the coyotes that cackled over one another in attempt to sound larger or more numerous than they actually were. These were direct calls and responses. Their vocalizations sounding almost melancholy, as if they were yearning for something that seemed just out of reach.
It was a quiet night when you finally decided to respond to their calls. The evening had been spent making supply lists for your trek into the nearest town in the morning. A large cooler had been thrown into the bed of your truck to store items intended for the refrigerator and deep freezer.
You sat on the tailgate, listening to the night song that seemed to encapsulate the peaceful valley you now owned. A celebratory drink held in one hand and a small, proud smile graces your lips. Your house was starting to feel like a real home and that was definitely worth celebrating.
The wolves that you had grown fond of, yet had never seen, were starting up. Your favorite night song. A melody that you could listen to for hours. One you had listened to for hours.
Four. You could make out four distinct calls at this point. Two were more vocal than others, their tones more playful. One was definitely the pack leader. His call the first and last each night, like a command or an order. And one was rarely heard, usually only short responses and never as loud as the others. But the valley always carried their calls to you, teaching you their voices. They were faceless friends in your solitude.
So you call out into the night. The long howl a poor imitation of theirs, straining your vocal cords.
The night grows still. All goes quiet. As the silence passes for a beat, then another, your smile slowly falters and fades. A pang of disappointment and a small bubble of guilt at interrupting their conversation.
All animals, even fierce predators, could be skittish. You worried that your call had scared them off, ruining your chances of ever spotting them. With a hop you jump off the tailgate, slamming it shut in frustration. Heavy feet stomping all the way onto the porch and inside. You could only hope they hadn’t heard your foolishness and that something else has quieted them.
The night remains silent as you crawl into bed. The night song ending early and sewing sadness into your dreams.
But they had heard you.
Your distinctly human howling calling to a dormant part of their minds. They remembered themselves. They remembered their life in the valley. They remembered the house where their human lives were lived.
And they were coming home.
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when they come home drunk…
… price
- thinks it’s important that he loudly tells you he’s married while you steady him upstairs to bed. points to his ring incessantly, slurs on and on about his perfect wonderful wife with the big ass and soft tummy. you roll your eyes and can’t help but smile when he doesn’t let you hold on to his arm to support him. something about protecting his virtue for his wife, as if you’re not standing right beside him. proceeds to lock you out of your own bedroom when you finally get upstairs, telling you his wife will be home soon so he can’t have a strange woman in their bedroom (but still remarks on your wonderful ass). you decide it’s too early in the morning to persuade your drunk husband to let you in, so you go down to sleep on the couch. you wake up with price sleeping soundly on the floor beside you, having gone to find his wife when she never showed up in his bed the night before.
… kyle
- gets sappy and apologises for being away. loses all concept of time when he’s drunk, says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to be away so long, he was thinking of you the whole time, the guys pulled him along and he couldn’t say no. while he’s on his knees at your feet, pressing his face to your thighs and mumbling into your marbled skin, almost making you lose your balance with his fervent apologies, you gently remind him that you were the one who made him go out with the boys because he needed to unwind after a stressful weekend of combat drills, and that he had left with them less than two hours ago. he refuses to hear and only hugs your thighs closer, so much so that you have to support yourself on the wall. turns out all he needed to relax was you.
… johnny
- is horny. almost starts drooling when he eyes you at the top of the stairs, after struggling to close the entrance door for a good minute, causing you to investigate what made all the noise. gets a wild look in his eyes when he sees you in just his t-shirt and makes you scream and giggle as he chases you back up the stairs and to the bedroom. being absolutely shitfaced, he has the coordination of a tranquillised moose and stumbles head over heels across the floor, catches his foot on the doorway and narrowly misses the edge of the dresser with his head as he falls. still, his little soldier is courageously tenting his pants when you worriedly lean over him and he gets a good look right into the collar of your shirt.
… simon
- is emotional and clingy. can’t get enough of you, won’t leave you alone. you can’t make out half his words when he’s had this much to drink (and the mancunian in him breaks out too, making it ever harder to make out the words), but you play along, smile and nod and let him sit on the closed toilet seat and talk and talk while you do your night routine in front of the mirror. so lucky to have you, luv. how could’a lug like me get a pretty one like you, luv. his melancholy statements of love become comfortable background noise for you as you remove your makeup and apply moisturiser. lets you wash the sweat and grime of the day off his face with a washcloth, closes his eyes while you massage your floral-scented moisturiser into his skin, never once stopping his little speech. ambles after you out of the bathroom, holding on to the hem of your shirt, when you’re all finished and ready for bed. his devoted mutters only let up when be falls asleep next to you.
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Closer Than You Think
Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader
Warning: fluff, Simon being very observant (kinda giving silent but deadly stalker vibes)
Authors note: I hope yall enjoy, this is inspired by @machveil Off-Putting! Simon Fic Link here: https://www.tumblr.com/machveil/765073373377249280/off-puttingsimon-riley-with-a-reader-that-matches (definitely check them out💜)
Word Count: 1.3 K
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The kitchen was warm and quiet, filled with the familiar scent of spices and simmering food as you moved around, focused on your makeshift lunch. Simon was supposed to be cleaning dishes, his usual routine after meals, but he’d been washing the same plate for over two minutes now. From the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you, his intense gaze following each step as you sliced vegetables and spread condiments with the quiet concentration of someone completely unaware—except you were more than aware.
The faucet ran uselessly, water spilling over his hands as he held the plate. His stare was unblinking, a quiet, focused intensity as if he were afraid you might disappear if he looked away. Finally, you turned to him, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “You can keep looking, Simon,” you said softly. “Just turn off the faucet.”
He blinked, almost as if snapping back to reality, and then, with that familiar smirk of his, he shut off the water, letting the dish slip into the rack. His gaze remained on you as he stepped closer, his presence heavy, grounding. You felt the warmth of his hand hovering at your back, close but not touching, like he wanted to reach out but held back, that fierce intensity tempered by the quiet tenderness he saved just for you.
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Simon’s need to be close extended far beyond quiet mornings and kitchen counters. He was your shadow throughout the day, moving with you from room to room, an ever-present figure who seemed to appear whenever you least expected it. You’d be folding laundry in the bedroom when you’d catch sight of him leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you with that same unwavering focus.
Once, while reading in the living room, you looked up to see him seated nearby, his eyes never leaving you as you lost yourself in the pages. He held his coffee mug in one hand, watching with an intensity that felt both comforting and slightly unnerving. It was as if he was memorizing you, studying every detail, absorbing your presence in a way that made you feel as though you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.
“What’s on your mind?” you asked, meeting his gaze.
He just gave a slight shake of his head, that rare, almost shy smile softening his features. “Nothing. Just like looking at you.”
There was a weight in his words, a depth that went beyond simple affection. Simon’s love was a fierce, consuming thing, one that he conveyed not with grand gestures or pretty words, but with his quiet, undivided attention. And in those moments, you could feel it as clearly as if he’d said it out loud.
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At night, his need for closeness became even more palpable. Simon would slip into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist with a firm grip that sometimes bordered on possessive. He’d hold you tightly, his hand splayed across your hip, fingers pressing into your skin with a roughness that left faint red marks in the morning. It was as if he needed that physical connection, a tangible reminder that you were his and right there with him.
There were nights you’d wake up to find him watching you in the dark, his gaze soft but intense, a quiet kind of reverence in his eyes. He’d reach out, brushing a hand gently down your arm, his fingers lingering as if reassuring himself of your presence. And when he thought you were asleep, he’d press a kiss to your shoulder, the tenderness in his touch a stark contrast to the hard lines of his usual demeanor.
“You’re really watching me all night?” you murmured one evening, breaking the silence.
“Only sometimes,” he whispered back, a hint of a smile in his voice. But his hand tightened around you, pulling you close in a way that made it clear he’d stay there forever if he could.
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Grocery shopping was another arena for his quiet protectiveness. Simon followed you through each aisle, staying a few steps behind, his tall frame casting a watchful shadow as you moved through the store. He’d let you wander ahead, giving you space to browse, but he was never far. Sometimes you’d look up to find him at the end of the aisle, his eyes tracking your every movement.
One day, while you were comparing brands, a well-meaning stranger approached, glancing between you and Simon. “Excuse me, but… are you aware that there’s a man following you?”
You laughed softly, casting a glance at Simon’s intense, unflinching stare. “Oh—thank you. He’s my husband.”
The stranger’s eyes widened in surprise before he mumbled an awkward apology and hurried away. Simon stepped up beside you, his hand finding its way to your lower back, a grounding presence. You felt his thumb press against your spine, a subtle reminder of his possessive nature as he leaned in, murmuring in your ear, “I like when they know you’re taken.”
“Oh, do you?” you teased, nudging him lightly as he smirked, his hand lingering just a moment too long.
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Sometimes he’d follow you outside too, finding excuses to be close even on the quietest strolls. You might be out in the yard, admiring the blooming flowers, and he’d appear beside you, silent and watchful, his eyes tracing over you with that same intense focus. If you wandered too close to the edge of the property, his hand would come to rest on your shoulder, guiding you back with a gentle but firm pressure.
Once, you caught him outside in the early morning, his eyes on the kitchen window as he watched you from a distance. You’d only been making coffee, the simplest of tasks, but he observed you with the kind of attention others might reserve for something far more significant. You stepped out onto the porch, calling his name, and he came inside without a word, his gaze never leaving you as he slipped into the kitchen and pulled you into a loose embrace.
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In social settings, Simon’s need for closeness only intensified. He’d stand close behind you at gatherings, his presence a protective wall against the crowd, his hand occasionally brushing your arm or settling at your waist as if anchoring you to his side. His gaze stayed fixed on you, making it clear to anyone nearby that you were his, and he wasn’t going anywhere.
One night at a friend’s party, someone reached out to give you a friendly hug, and you felt Simon’s body tense beside you, his hand sliding to your shoulder with a possessive grip. He didn’t say a word, but his stare was unmistakable, a silent declaration that made the friend take a step back, nodding in understanding. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, reaching up to rest a reassuring hand on his arm.
“Relax,” you whispered, amused by the quiet fierceness in his gaze. He just shrugged, a hint of a smirk on his lips, but he didn’t let go, his hand remaining on your shoulder in a gentle yet firm grip that conveyed exactly how he felt.
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Even in the smallest moments, his intensity was ever-present. When you’d return from running errands, he’d meet you at the door, his eyes scanning over you as if reassuring himself that you were safe and whole. He’d take the bags from your hands, his fingers brushing over yours, lingering just a moment too long. And at night, he’d hold you close as you drifted off, his arms wrapped around you with a gentle possessiveness that left faint marks in the morning.
Simon’s love was a quiet, intense thing, a devotion that showed in the way he watched you, touched you, held you. He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes, his constant presence a silent declaration that he was yours, and you were his. And as you lay beside him each night, feeling the weight of his hand on your waist, the warmth of his breath against your neck, you knew that this was a love unlike any other—fierce, consuming, and wholly, irrevocably yours.
Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reblogging! -Midnight💜
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yk how some people give their sourdough starters extremely human names? You do the same and often make mentiones of needing to feed it, except the 141 men are jealous because they think you are talking about an awfully fucking incompetent partner who can’t feed themselves.
bonus: you give it the same name as one of them, and now they are thinking how they can be a much better version of that name instead of your shitty partner (sourdough)
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Ghosty halloween fic <3
Going costume shopping with the densest man alive. This isn't part of my ghost x soaps roomie series, just a little something I did for spooks! This is also partially a spirit Halloween appreciation post bc it's goated.
In his defense, he didn’t really have any time to react; before he knew it, you were smacking at his forearm. No words were spoken as your mouth was currently preoccupied with the sugary sweet boba drink you had insisted on despite the weather in Manchester being near frigid, but he could tell that something had caught your attention from your excited squeals. He barely had time to turn his head in your direction before you had his hand in yours and were pulling him along behind you.
“The ‘ells gotten into ya?” He asked gruffly, though making no attempt to stop you
You chewed the boba as quickly as you could; swallowing harshly in your haste and forcing some of the milk drink down the wrong pipe, causing you to break into a coughing fit
“Hey, woah, slow down there, sweet’art yur’ gunna ‘urt yur’self” He swiftly removed his hand from yours and plucked the drink out of your hand; the large size looked tiny in his fists, The other hand moved to gently pat your back as you regained composure
“Mind tellin’ me what all a’ this shite’s about-”
You suddenly snapped up from the hunched over position you took while coughing and pointed out in front of you, “Look!” You practically had stars in your eyes with how excited you were, grabbing onto his sleeve in desperation.
“Wot…?” Simon turned in the direction you were pointing and only saw a line of storefronts—nothing special really.
“No look!” You dragged him closer to one of the storefronts specifically and pointed aggressively at the window; he just stared completely dumbfounded at what you were trying to show him.
“Do you even know what this is?” You asked exasperatedly
“Clearly not,” He answered plainly
“It’s a Spirit Halloween!” You look at him like you expected him to suddenly know what you were trying to say.
“The fuck’s a ‘Spirit Halloween’?” He looked down at you with his arms crossed over his chest and his brows knitted together
“You don’t know!?” you looked at him like he had gone mad
“Jus’ said I don’t.” he murmured from behind the mask
“Oh my god Si’ are you being for real right now?! This is like... the best store ever and-”
“No thats a tesco lovie” He said so plainly that if you hadn’t known him as well as you did, you wouldn’t have known he was joking. You just glared and scowled at him and how his eyes crinckled with a smirk hidden under his mask.
“Anddddd, I thought they were only in the states! I had no clue they were over here too!” You were practically jumping up and down with excitement, all the while keeping your death grip on his jacket sleeve.
"Cool.” he turned to continue on the route you had been taking back to your flat.
“Nuh uh!” you pulled him back
“Yuh huh” he looked back at you, unimpressed with your theatrics
“Please Simon!” You begged, and he should have known better than to keep eye contact with you when you hit him with those puppy eyes, but he wasn’t fast enough. How could he say no to that pouty little lip?
“Fine. But we’re jus’ lookin’ right love?” he allowed you to pull him inside the automatic doors
“Mhm!” you replied, already halfway in the door, and he could practically feel his wallet getting lighter as he crossed the threshold, but nothing was too expensive for his sweet girl.
He took one step into the dimly lit store, with hastily put together display racks, a variety of what seemed to be costumes, and...were those handcuffs?
“‘s this a fuckin’ pleasure shop?” he deadpanned and looked down at you
“What?! No! Its a costume store, like for Halloween!”
“Looks like someplace you’d find a fleshlight ‘er somethin’.”
“Ew! no stop," you smacked his forearm again “You’ve serviously never been to something like this?”
“Never really celebrated as a kid, the old man was never really into that shite.”
“Oh…” you suddenly felt bad for all your previous teasing, remembering Simon’s less than ideal childhood and how he had grown up. He never had the opportunity to go costume shopping with family and friends. So what better time to change that than now?
“Well then, I’ll just have to show you around!” You beamed, dragging him to the closest aisle.
That happened to be the part of the display with all the fake knives and things for peoples costumes
“Wot they sellin’ these for?” He asked, picking one up and making it seem miniscule in his grasp as he expertly flipped it around in his hand.
“Oh uh…” You tried not to stare at the little show he was putting on that was definitely on purpose, “ya know for like dressing up as murders and stuff.”
“Who would wanna dress up like Ted Bundy? thats fuckin’ borin'." he put the knife back and picked up a different one, inspecting it and flipping it all the same.
“No fake killers, ya know like Freddy Kruger?” you tried to grab the knife from him but he pulled it away from your grasp and you huffed in annoyance
“You tryna’ disarm me now,” he cocked one eyebrow
“No I’m trying to teach you about Halloween, you dork.” You were able to successfully pull the knife into your hands as he let you and as he turned his back to look at the machete that cought his eye. You attempted to playfully poke at his back with the fake knife. When you tried to make the first stab, however, his left hand flew out to grab the plastic blade of the knife, and his death grip kept it from moving any closer. You sighed in defeat as he hadn’t even turned around and was still looking at the packaging of another item in his other hand.
“Nice try,” he smirked
“Uhg, you’re no fun,” you teased “It’s not my fault your like a Marine or whatever the British equivalent of that is.”
He turned back to you, a loving and soft look in his eyes. “I’m an SAS soldier sweet’art”
"Yeah, yeah, close enough... OH!OH! look at those!” You pointed at some fake guns at one the wall, and you immediately ran over to them, and he followed like a dog, hopelessly in love with everything you did.
By the time he reached you, you had picked up a fake pistol and were comically squinting one eye as you pinted it towords one of the displays. “How’s my form?” you asked eagerly
Utter shit “Not bad,” he shrugged, looking over the weapons himself.
You began to make fake ‘pew pew’ sounds, and you moved from one decoration to another. He just smiled to himself, finding comfort in the fact that you weren’t familiar with combat; you didn’t know what real gunfire sounded like on the battle field or what it was like to see death close up. You were so innocent and soft, the opposite of him. If he could, he was going to do everything possible to keep it that way. So he saw no harm in having a little fun.
“How accurate are they?” You suddenly appeared next to him, and the larger, yet still very fake, rifles he had chosen looked at.
“They look like toys,” he laughed, picking it up and holding it up as he would a real weapon, squinting his eye just slightly and pressing it into the crevas of his shoulder. Making short and tight sweeping motions while looking hardened down the barrel. “‘S a little light,” he commented before lowering it to look at you.
You stood there completely motionless, your hands balled at your sides, your mouth slightly agape, and a red tint dusting over your cheeks. He had looked so fine when he got all serious like that; it was almost impossible for you to retain any composure while his eyes had the icy stare to them.
“S’mthin wrong?” he asked, a hint of understanding in his voice
“No no, nothing. Let's go look at something else!” You panicked and quickly pushed him towards the next section. That just so happened to be full of masks.
“Think it’s time for a switch-up babe,” you grinned “That skull mask is getting boring.”
“An’ whot would’ya ‘ave in mind?” He questioned, poking gently at your side.
“This!” you removed one of those fake rubber horse masks from the rack it was hanging on
“Absolutely not” He galred at the thing like it was trying to kill him
"Pleeeeeeease,” you begged him, standing up on your tippy-toes to try and wrestle the mask on his head
He caught both your wrists easily “Not happenin’ love.”
“Quit being a baby and wear the horse!”
“‘M not bein’ a fuckin’ baby.”
“Yes you are!” You pleaded, “I’ll give you a back massage when we get back!”
He stopped struggling for just a moment, clearly thinking it over. “you were gunna’ do that anyways” he grumbled
“Ugh, just-just-” you struggled
“Bloody hell,” he pinched his brow and dragged a hand over his face. “fuckin’ fine, give it 'ere,” he stretched out a hand. You giggled and quickly gave it to him, but he paused halfway through lifting it up.
“No pictures?”
“No pictures.”
He finally pulled the stupid mask on, and it was everything you hoped for and more. The stoic Simon “Ghost” Riley now had a realistic horsehead on top of his muscular frame; his forearms flexed as he crossed them over his chest.
“Happy?”
“Very much,” you beamed before sneaking a quick photo, which he immediately noticed
“Oye!” He took the mask and grabbed at your waist as you tried to scamper away. “Gunna be the death ‘o me ya know that?” he sighed before relinquishing his hold “Just don’t send it to Johnny; fuckin wanker won’t lemme’ hear the end of it,” he finished with a grumble.
“Already did”
“You-”
“Look over there!” You scurried off to go to another aisle, and he just huffed after you. It took you a couple moments of browsing to realize that your boyfriend wasn’t shadowing right behind you like he always was. You peeked your head around a couple of the aisles,
“Si?” you called out, slightly worried
"Sorry love, jus’ over ‘ere” he responded immediately
You made your way over to where he was standing, looking pensively at the very back wall. Your face began to heat up when you realized what he was looking at. You two were now standing in front of the section with all the “slutty” Halloween costumes. Tiny nurse outfits, a body suit with more holes than fabric that was supposed to be a bat, a short and tight cop jumpsuit, complete with handcuffs and everything, the whole nine yards.
“Thought you said this wasn’t one a them freaky stores?” he smirked
“Its not, these are just halloween costumes,” you explained
“Can’t be,” he commented, pointing to one of the costumes. “That poor slag’s practically got ‘er knockers out.”
“Well yeah, cause halloween is like the one night a year girls can dress like total sluts and get away with it,” You informed him
“‘S that right?” he asked, acting as if this was some new kind of information “You gunna’ dress ‘like a slut’?” he purposely put the last part in air quotes
“Maybe,” you blushed. “I haven’t decided.”
You began to rifle through the racks as he huffed out through his nose. You pulled out a playboy bunny costume, complete with large ears, fishnet tights, and little cuffs.
“What about this?” you teased, holding it up to him
You watched as he stiffened and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The longer he looked at it, the more feeble his attempts at adjusting himself in his pants became.
"Sure,” he cleared his throat, “but that things not seein’ the outside ‘a the flat after this." He loved and trusted you deeply, but the idea of letting you walk around downtown in that? Not knowing what kinda freaks there were out there, especially if he wasn’t there with you? Yeah, not happening.
To his surprise, you just chimed, “That’s fine, was going to wear something like this out anyway.” you held up a black onsie covered in a skeleton design with a skull on the hood that ended in small shorts
‘Cute’ was all he could think
“Wait then wots ‘hat one for?” He pointed back at the playboy bunny costume you held in your other hand.
“Oh, ya know...like,” you mummbled nervously, “like you said...for at home." You felt your face begin to heat up
“Oh.” That was really all the confirmation he needed to begin dragging you to the checkout, wanting to get home as quickly as possible.
“Wait, hold on, we didn’t get anything for you!” you exclaimed
“What the ‘ell would I get?” he asked
“A ghost face mask,” you grinned mischeviously
“A wot?”
“Ghost face mask,” you pointed to the display of white masks and accompanying black robes
“M’ already ghost face,” he stated plainly, looking down his nose at you
"No, like the character!” you tried to explain, exasperatedly
“Ya’ got the real thing,” he smirked, maneuvering you back towards the checkout, “even better.”
“It’s different!” You whine, not fighting the large hands guiding your shoulders, “We really need to get you to watch more horror movies.”
"Fine,” he grumbled, “but after.”
“After what?”
He looked down to see you feigning ignorance, squinting your eyes as you looked at him with that teasing smirk.
‘You’re lucky I love you.’
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Mrs. Ghostface [simon r./ghost]
inspo: halloween is tmrw!!
summary: the 141 boys are out in a bar on the scariest night of the year--all hallows eve.
warnings: sfw, sexual innuendos, simon's lowkey a simp but we love him <3
word count: 1.3k, unedited (just a babe!)
a/n: the masterlist WILL come i promise 🙏
“What is it with all the costumes?” Said a grumpy Kyle as they all took a seat at the bar, their eyes wandering around amongst the crowd that looked like they gathered to play dress-up. Price could only chuckle at the sergeant who was chosen as their designated driver, watching the man eye their own drinks with envy.
“Tha’ my friend” Johnny chuckled, swirling his drink around in his glass before taking a long swig. “Is the beauty of Halloween. Drinks, candies, not to mention the pretty ladies.” He whistled, eyes trailing a blonde—undoubtedly dressed as Britney Spears—before Kyle smacked him on the back of the head.
“Keep your eyes to yourself, mate,” he rolled his eyes as Johnny protested, drops of his drink spilling on his lap. “That what the military teaches you?”
“‘M just lookin’, damn,” Johnny grumbled, rubbing the back of his head and trying to wipe the stain off his jeans but to no avail. “Aye, now look wha’ you done! Now they’ll think I went off to have a wee chug!”
“English, Mactavish.” Simon huffed as his eyes moved away from his drink to his sergeant while the mentioned couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“Meant they might think I was wankin’ off an’ jizzed in my pants,” said Johnny lowly, downing his drink and asking the bartender for another. The man only nodded, swiping his glass from the countertop and walking away to fill it up.
Price, being somewhat of a mentor figure to the three, peered over to the other edge of the counter just as Simon had spoken, eyebrow raised like a curious father. “Tha’s the first word you’ve said since we got here. You alrigh’ there, Simon?”
The man could only offer a small grunt and a shrug expecting his captain to drop it as he adjusted his mask. For nights out like this, he opted only for his half-mask and his all but erased around-the-eye black paint. He wanted to let loose tonight, well, as much as he would allow himself anyway.
So it was certainly a surprise to him when he saw you, clad in a sexy little black dress that ended around the middle of your thighs, Ghostface mask pushed up to rest on top of your head. His eyes couldn’t help but widen, watching as you walked into the bar amongst the rest of your friends.
As if you sensed his gaze, a single glance from you made him freeze, holding his stare for a beat before he ultimately looked away. The jerk of his head did not go unnoticed, Johnny’s eyes drifting toward the group of girls before landing back on the masked man with a cheeky grin.
“Well, wha’ do we have ‘ere, eh? Seems that the dark and mysterious L.T. has got a wee crush on someone,” he laughed, patting Simon on the shoulder. “Gonna give it to you, though, you’re not exactly the ‘loverboy’ type.”
Simon’s eyebrow raised at this, moving so he slightly faced Johnny. “Care to elaborate, Johnny?”
After a good five minutes of Johnny teaching Simon how to be, as the Scot put it, “suave with the ladies,” Johnny nudged Simon as a familiar someone neared the bar. Simon watched from his peripherals as you eyed him carefully, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.
“What can I get you, little lady? Or should I say Ghostface?” The bartender teased and when he heard your laugh, Simon thought that maybe being murdered by Ghostface wasn’t so bad if it was you under the mask.
“A Bloody Mary would be good, thanks,” you grinned as he winked, walking off to prepare your drink. You took the chance to sidle up to the chair beside Simon’s, perching yourself onto the worn-out but comfortable leather stool.
“So,” you drawled, leaning on your palm as Simon adjusted, his knees facing you now as he eyed you with what others would say a lingering interest, but you knew better. “Who are you supposed to be?”
Simon quirked an eyebrow, throwing his head back and downing the shot in one go before pulling his mask back down under his chin, putting the small glass onto the countertop. “I’m no’ into the whole Halloween bit, sweet’eart.”
His lips twitched under the mask as you rolled your eyes, moving closer to him so your bare knee touched his clothed one, making something else twitch in his pants. “Oh, come on, you look familiar with the whole…skeleton mask thing. Oh! Are you the kid from Coco, you know, Miguel? The one who—“
“‘ve seen the movie, love, but thank you for the description,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “But nah, that’s not me.”
“Well, who are you then?” Your cheeky smile was enough to send his mind into a frenzy, lips subconsciously licking his lips but before he could speak, the bartender beat him to it, sliding your requested glass of Bloody Mary across the counter, the small lemon slice and the white straw rustling against the ice.
“Bloody Mary for the pretty lady,” the bartender smirks, winking at you as you take a small sip, his forearms leaning onto the edges of the counter. As you dug into your purse, he shook his head “This one’s on the house. Don’t want Little Miss Ghostface to be mad at me now, do I?”
“Right, thank you Alfie,” you giggled, placing a hand atop Simon’s. “And by the looks of it, you should clear all their tabs as well.”
Alfie, despite knowing his regulars, gulped at the sight of Simon’s clenched fist and the feeling of the man’s burning gaze. “Right, consider it cleared.”
“And while you’re at it, Alfie,” Simon all but snarled and if it wasn’t for his slight familiarity with the bartender, the man’s teeth would've been knocked up his arse by now. “Stop flirting with my wife. I know that you know be’er than tha’.”
Alfie audibly gulped and nodded his head, hurriedly rushing off to serve a few customers. Simon heard your little giggle and his fist loosened, his large hand interlocking with yours when he felt your lips against his temple.
“My hero,” you teased, eyes shifting toward the shocked faces of his colleagues as their eyes darted from you, a dainty little thing compared to their lieutenant, all dark and imposing with shoulders for days. You felt Simon squeeze your hand and in return, you gave him a soft smile. “I’ll call a cab for us home, yeah? But give me a few minutes, gotta say bye to the girls first.”
“No, no, we ain’t leaving yet,” he murmured, eyes trailing from the hem of your dress up to your eyes, studying you closely. “You jus’ got here, go have some fun with the girls, and call me if someone bothers you, yeah? Or any of ‘em.”
He was pleased when he saw you nod, pulling down his mask just enough to capture your lips in a soft kiss, his hands cupping your neck before pulling back, lifting his mask back up and fixing the Ghostface mask that sat atop your pretty head.
“Damn L.T., never told us you were doll dizzy,” muttered Johnny, his eyes trailing over your form before Simon smacked the back of his head hard. “Wha’ is with all o’ ‘ye and the back o’ me head, eh?!”
Looking past him, you fixed your eyes on Johnny. “Hey. Johnny, right? If you’re still interested in the pretty blonde dressed as Britney, just tell me, yeah? She has a thing for mohawks,” you teased, standing up from the stool and putting a hand on Simon’s shoulder. Johnny’s eyebrows shot up, intrigued and stealing glances at the said blonde, your friend’s face a shade pinker than her dress.
“I love you,” you whisper in Simon’s ear, seeing the crinkle in his eyes as he looks up at you, his thumb caressing your hip bone.
“I love ya too, Mrs. Ghostface.” He murmured cheekily, pressing a kiss to your cheek through the cloth of his mask.
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These Violent Delights
Chapter 13 - Heroes and Villains
Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 7.4k words. Eh... Anything I write here would spoil the chapter. Just enjoy.
CW: a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scenting, scuffing), descriptions of torture, panic attacks, blood, descriptions of injuries, medical inaccuracies, pregnancy, death, use of weapons, murder, cannon typical violence, ALOT of crying, can never have enough hurt/comfort, dissociation.
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You wake to a ringing in your ears. There's so much noise, so many smells. You peel your eyes open, your head is throbbing. Vision blurry as you’re laid on the cold floor.
Pain, so much pain.
Your neck throbs, the back and the side, you bring your hand up your fingers touching where the pain is. It’s wet, warm and wet, you bring your hand up to your fuzzy vision.
You’re bleeding, your fingers covered in fresh warm blood. Panic sets in, your adrenaline spikes giving you a moment of clarity, you're bleeding from the side of your neck. There's a deep gash. You press your hand up against it, blood drips between your fingers.
Pain radiates through your body as you press on the wound causing black spots to flash across your vision. You can’t pass out, you don’t know how much blood you’ve lost.
You force yourself to your feet. Your head spins and you fall against a cupboard knocking a tray of something on the floor. A fiery pain shoots through your stomach. You press your hand to your side, you can feel your shirt soaked.
More blood, your hand turned crimson red and you try to stand up again. You manage to steady yourself reaching out for the door handle. You push yourself against the door using all the strength you have to open it.
You slip falling to the ground, your blooded hand slipping slaming your face into the floor. You can hear movement, someone is below you. You can’t smell anything as you struggle to pull yourself to your feet, you’re crawling as blood runs down your body.
You make it to the top of the stairs, reaching out you grip onto the stair railing, forcing your body to pull itself up. You let out a moan of pain, gritting your teeth. Your free hand going to your side. The bleeding there is worse, a deeper cut, more blood, more pain.
“Piper?” It’s a male voice, calling for Dr. Piper. You try to call out but the words catch in your throat. Your head is spinning you can’t tell where the steps start and end. You’re leaning against the banister, your body starts to shake. You almost want to throw yourself down. Into the hands of whoever is waiting downstairs. Then a figure comes into your view as you go to take your first step.
It’s Simon. His eyes meet yours, then in an instant he’s striding up the stairs as you struggle to stay standing gripped onto the banister. His arms wrap around you, scooping you up against his chest.
You must have blacked out for a second because when you come too he’s already out of the lab. The cold air stings your skin, the rain feels like ice hitting your fevered body. You start feeling dizzy, you can feel blood running down your side, your back.
Your wounds should be healing by now, why are they not healing? Maybe you’ve lost too much blood and your body cannot repair itself? Maybe it’s because you're pregnant? Simon crashes through another set of doors.
“Get Price!” You hear him shout so loud it has your ears ringing as he lowers you to the floor. You hear other voices now.
“Holy fuck!”
“What happened!?” You’re barely clinging on to consciousness. There’s another figure looking over you as someone's hands press against your neck. Someone lifts up your shirt. Hands press on your side.
Pain that’s all it is, you don’t even have the energy to even cry out. You look up at the figure pressing their hands on your side.
“Kyle?” Is all you manage to get out before you slip away again.
…
Price is out of his office before Johnny even makes it to his door. As he turns the corner it’s like his heart stops for a second. You’re sprawled out on the floor, Kyle and Simon bent over you. He can smell the blood in the air before he sees it.
Then when Kyle gets up to run past him to the bedrooms he sees just how much. Your eyes are closed with Simon's hands pressed against your neck. All he can hear is the loud thumping of his heart in his ears. You’re injured, bleeding and unconscious. His hands ball into fists as he watches blood seep onto the wooden floorboards.
Something burns inside him, something he has never felt before. He feels a lump form in his throat swallowing hard to get it to go away. Kyle races past him again with a medical pouch in his hands. What the hell happened? Then he hears it.
“John!” He snaps out of his haze, his eyes flicking to Simon. He hasn’t used his name like that in years. He looks round the room, adrenaline kicking in.
“Soap, go find a medic. Graves has to have one somewhere.” He says walking over to you. He doesn’t wait to hear him say ‘yes sir’ he just hears the door closing as he rushes out. Gaz makes room pressing bandages into Ghost's hands.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know, I found her like this in the lab.”
“Where’s Dr. Montgomery?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t check but she was alone when I found her.” Price looks over your figure pale, covered in blood as Gaz cuts your shirt away.
“What can I do?” He asks bending down by your head, he’s not sure what to do, he almost wants to shake you awake. Every fiber of his body is screaming at him to do something, to take you in his arms and not let anyone touch you. That won’t do you any good though, he needs to let them work.
“We got this.” Ghost says his voice level, commanding Price sees the determination in his eyes. Ghost’s in control of the situation, he stands up feeling helpless watching as your bleeding soaks through the bandages. Your wounds should be healing, why are your wounds not healing?
It feels like time is ticking on for hours. Your body is being moved in such an unnatural way. They’re trying their best. What if it’s not enough? He’s not registering Ghost’s voice as he talks to Gaz.
Keep it together.
“What have you got?” Price asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Looks like clean cuts, surgical. One to her neck the other to her side.” Ghost says.
“Why aren’t her wounds healing?” He asks. There’s silence.
“Maybe she’s lost too much blood?” Gaz suggests. That makes his stomach twist. Price is waiting, watching as Gaz and Ghost try to keep your bleeding under control. Ghost’s swearing under his breath, his eyes moving all over your body. A few seconds later Soap comes back in with someone, crashing through the doors with a random shadow.
Price steps back as the stranger bends down next to your head, pulling on gloves. Price’s heart feels like it’s going to explode out his chest. Soap comes over and puts his hand on Price’s shoulder. He watches as the medic calls for more people. For a stretcher. He feels useless, just standing there watching.
It’s not long before more people are rushing in, a gurney being wheeled over. Ghost and Gaz stand out the way letting the others take over. Ghost has blood on his shirt, his hands and arms crimson. Price watches as you’re moved up onto the gurney, your body limp, unmoving covered in blood. Price takes a step forward.
“Soap, with me, you two stay here get cleaned up.”
“I want to come.” Ghost says. Price looks over at him, his demeanor changed, he looks ready for a fight. A fight with whoever did this to you. Why didn’t they kill you? He has to defuse Ghost first before he goes tearing the base up.
“You’re covered in blood, get yourself cleaned up first.” Price says, he’s not in the mood to argue as he watches you being taken through the door.
“What about Dr. Montgomery?” Ghost asks. Shit . He’d forgotten about her.
“Search the lab. We’ll all meet in the infirmary.” Price says. He walks out the door following the team of people wheeling you towards the main building. He just wants to be near you. He wants to see you wake up.
It’s like things are moving into slow motion. You’re pushed through sets of doors eventually ending up in the infirmary. There are more people now, people in scrubs. They’re cutting your clothes off, hooking up wires and tubes.
“What happened?” Someone asks him, his eyes flicking someone in scrubs turning to him.
“I don’t know, she was found like that.”
“Do you know if she has any allergies or anything?”
“She’s pregnant.” Price says, some of the people look up in surprise. They look at the woman in scrubs before turning their attention back to you. Soap’s stood by his side watching the same thing. You’re so pale as they hook things up. More people rush in.
Eventually him and Soap are ushered out of the room. They stand behind the glass window looking in.
“She’s going to be okay.” Soap says. Price can tell that's mainly for his own piece of mind. He can hear the tremble in his voice, he can smell his fear in the air. It feels like they’re waiting forever before someone comes out to talk to them.
The medic seems confused about you as he explains what’s happened. They’re stitching up the wounds then they can go in and see you. Almost as soon as he’s done Ghost and Gaz burst through the door. Ghost still has blood all over him. He hands a letter to Price.
Price frowns at him looking at the envelope with ‘ Captain Price’ written on it. He takes it in his hand. There’s something inside. He opens it as everyone's eyes seem to be digging into him. There is a USB in the envelope and a letter. He takes them both out scanning over it. It's from Dr. Montgomery.
It starts with an apology, then it explains what happened. Dr. Ashford had been to see her threatening her with killing the omega if she didn’t hand you over, back to Hale. He had planted a tracker in your neck and a bomb in your hip.
That's what the wounds were she cut them out. Price lets out a long sigh as he continues to read. Shadow Company was being part funded by the professor, it was Dr. Ashford who planted the hidden cameras for Hale. She’s going to trick them to buy him time, she took the tracker to make it look more realistic. She left the bomb in the medical room.
The USB contains all her research, so they can find someone to continue the search for a cure.
‘Don’t come for me, I will likely be dead anyway. Take the omega, keep her safe. Enjoy your vacation.’
Price looks over at you in the bed. Anger bubbles inside him, they’ve let you down, the corruption runs deep. Dr. Montgomery is right, they have to leave. It’s no longer safe.
“What’s it say?” Soap is the first to ask.
“Soap, in the lab there’s a bomb. It used to be in her hip, go with Gaz, find it and destroy it.” Soap goes to speak but Price holds his hand up, cutting him off. He steps up to Ghost, he lets out a sigh. He needs to be near you, someone always needs to be near you.
“Take this, get Laswell. Do not talk to anyone.” He hands Ghost the letter and USB before turning to look round at Soap and Gaz. “In fact no one talks to anyone about what has happened without my permission.” Everyone nods.
“From now on someone will be with her 24/7, until we can get out of here.”
“We’re leaving? What about Dr. Montgomery?” Gaz asks.
“She’s buying us time. I’ll explain later.” He stops talking as the nurse walks out the room nodding and smiling at them. He waits until she has gone through the doors at the end of the corridor.
“Where are we going?” Ghost asks.
“On holiday.”
Piper is sitting at the broken sign, she followed the instructions not wanting to draw suspicion. Ashford was right, she was allowed straight out the base, no questions asked. Ashford opens the driver door, smiling at her as he jumps in.
“Good morning.” He says getting in and closing the door. “I knew you would make it.” Piper doesn’t say anything, she watches him start the engine.
“What did you do? Knock her out?” He asks as he starts to drive. She sighs she doesn't want to talk to him, but she doesn’t want him to get suspicious.
“Scuffed her.” She says looking at him. He still has a smile on her face, it makes her feel sick.
“Good choice.” He says. “She'll be out for a while then.” She sighs again. She thinks back to her plan, her stupid plan. She cut the tracker and bomb out. Left the bomb in the room but took the tracker. It’s in the back of the empty truck.
It’s a death sentence, she knows that. You’ll be safe and that’s all that matters.
“Excited about seeing Professor Hale again? I know he’s excited to see you.” She can hear the snickering in his voice. He’s going to look forward to watching her die. She’s looking forward to seeing the shock on his face when he realizes there’s nothing in the trunk.
He didn't check the trunk. It makes her smile, she hides it with her hand turning to look out the window.
Hopefully this will buy John enough time to flee, take the omega to Scotland, or wherever John thinks it’s safe. He doesn’t need to worry about her anymore. She left the note and the USB with all her research on it. They’ll be able to find another scientist to continue her work if they want. She looks over at Ashford, the grin still on his face. She ‘s trying hard not to fidget, she knows she's heading to her execution.
After all the times she’s let you down it’s a fitting end. You’re safe, that's all that matters. She keeps reminding herself of the bigger picture. You’re surrounded by people who are trained to kill and who’s instincts will protect you to the bitter end. You’re safer then you ever could be.
The truck turns onto the highway, they’ll be in Seattle soon. She had no idea Hale had property in Seattle. They should have gone somewhere else, but it wouldn’t have made a difference. Hale still would have planted Ashford, he would have still been infiltrating them.
The rest of the drive goes in silence, thankfully Piper likes that. She’s not exactly in the mood for talking with Dr. Ashford. It feels weird being back in a city, after spending so long at the base surrounded by forests was a nice change. She thinks about you again, you like nature, probably because you’ve been kept from it for so long.
She knows you’ll like Scotland, from what John and Johnny had told her about the house it was perfect for you. Surrounded by fields, speckled with woodland and a loch. A perfect place for you to relax with your pack. They’ll take care of you, she knows that, she wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t trust them. John and Simon are strong alphas.
She smiles as she thinks of Simon. She really enjoyed their talks together even if she was doing it for John in the beginning. She came to look forward to them. If he ever comes out of his shell he’ll make a good alpha for you too. Johnny and Kyle were good beta’s they’ll do a good job taking care of the pack. They are already naturals, from what she’s seen she has no doubt they'll take great care of you.
You deserve a strong pack, a good life. You deserve to be free from Hale. John will take care of you. They're all good people.
The drive takes another hour before they end up turned into a dock. The place looks abandoned as Dr. Ashford drives across to some rusting shipping containers. She sees a blacked out SUV, the professors. This is it, this is the end. Dr. Ashford turns off the engine getting out of the truck.
Piper waits until she sees Hale getting out of the car. Hale starts walking over to them. It’s taking all her energy to hide her scent. She’s nervous now, this is it. As soon as they see the truck is empty, she just hopes it will be quick. She tries to keep it together as he walks up to her.
“Nice to see you again, Dr. Montgomery. I knew you would be a big help.” He says, extending his hand out. She ignores it. He huffs, shrugging as he walks round the back of the truck. Piper stands back as Ashford opens the back.
She’s holding her breath. She looks over at the blanket, the only thing in there is the tracker. She looks over at Ashfords shocked face. She can smell his fear in the air. His head snaps up to Hale as he starts to protest. Hale puts his hand up stopping him.
She smiles, she does like the look on his face.
“You didn’t check the truck.” Hale sighs, he sounds disappointed. Ashford opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He doesn’t know what to say. He looks over at Piper, his eyes wide the horror of what's happened sinking in.
Hale sighs again, he takes his pistol off his hip, there’s a few seconds as he runs his fingers over the barrel then brings it up and shoots Ashford point blank in the head.
It happens quickly, so quickly that Piper’s not even sure it really happened until she sees his body fall to the floor. Her hand flys to her mouth. Her fear is strong in the air now, eyes wide as Hale steps up to her. He presses the barrel of the gun on her forehead. It’s hot, burning her skin, she’s trying not to wince, holding her breath.
This is it, this is how she’s going to die. She closes her eyes, she wants her last thought to be of you, surrounded by your pack, safe.
“ Fuck .” Hale says the gun leaves your forehead. She opens her eyes, his back is facing her, she can see him shaking his head. Her hand goes up to rub the back of her neck. She’s alive.
“Unfortunately you’re still useful to me.” He spits, his voice is harsh in the air. She looks down at the body on the floor, blood pooling out his head. Her heart is thumping so hard in her chest, her legs shaking, she feels like she’s about to pass out.
“Fucking usless!” Hale shouts, kicking the tire on the truck. She’s still convinced he’s going to kill her. What does he mean she’s still useful? He strides over to her pressing the gun against her head as he drags her over to his car. He reaches down, opening the trunk.
“Get in.” He orders.
“Why not just kill me?” She asks, nerves slipping through making her voice crack.
“Because I still don’t have the omega. Now get in the fucking truck!” His voice is almost a growl, his alpha thick in the air making goosebumps rise on her neck. She uses all her energy to ignore the command. Everything in her body screams for her to follow the order.
A growl raises in his throat as his hand comes up to the back of her neck. He’s too quick for her and his hand rests round her neck. He’s not squeezing though, Piper looks in his eyes and he looks angry. She grits her teeth as he squeezes, black spots flash in her vision as she keels over.
Pain radiates down her spine, her body hitting the back of the car as Hale forces her in slamming the trunk door behind her . As soon as his hand is off her neck she catches her breath. She rubs the back off her neck sucking in breaths trying to stop her head from spinning. She feels the driver door being closed as Hale gets into the car and starts driving.
She lets herself have a moment to panic in the dark of the trunk. Maybe Hale just wants to take her somewhere else to kill her. Or worse, use her to get to the omega. No, she’ll die before she lets that happen.
You open your eyes to brightness. The sky is dull, full of swollen gray clouds and bright yellow sunlight forcing itself through. The tops of the pine trees are swaying in the wind. It remains of your rescue, the first thing you remembered was the sunlight, the open sky.
It's not the same though there's a dread pulling you back to reality. Then there's the pain. So much pain.
Everything hurts, your body throbbing as you try to orient yourself. You turn your head, stretching your neck hurts, you cry out in pain squeezing your eyes closed. You feel someone grab your hand. You look round, opening your eyes to see Johnny. He smiles at you squeezing your hand.
“Dr. Piper.” You croak your throat dry, sore. There is no one else in the room. Where is John? Where is Dr. Piper?
“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Johnny says standing up stroking your hair. His hand is warm on your head. You can smell him projecting his scent on you. He’s trying to keep you calm.
“Where is she?” You ask looking round the room, each movement of your head hurts. She should be here, panic rises in you and you sit up in bed. Your head spins as pain radiates down your spine. You wince as your hand flies up to the back of your neck. It’s raw your hand pulls away, it feels like you’ve been burned. You were scuffed, she scuffed you. You whine in pain as you force yourself to assess the damage around your body.
Johnny keeps a tight hold of your hand, his other hand supporting your back. There are wires coming off your chest. A tube in your nose blowing cold air, There are thick bandages, one on the side of your neck the other on your hip. You look over at Johnny, tears in your eyes as you look round his face. He looks sad.
“Lay down, you need to rest, you were injured.” He says, his hand on your shoulder gently pressing you down. You’re not listening though you need to see her. Tears roll down your face, you can’t tell if it’s the pain or sadness.
“Where is she?” You ask looking up at Johnny, despite for answers. His scent is strong in the air, he’s really trying to calm you. It’s not helping, the smell of beta just makes you feel sick, you want Dr. Piper.
“Don’t worry about it, you need to take it easy,” he says, squeezing your hand. You don’t want to, you want to know where she is. What happened? Why did she scuff you, why were you bleeding?
“What happened?” You ask, the tears are coming fast.
“Simon found you in the lab, do you remember what happened?” Johnny asks.
“Dr. Piper, she scuffed me. She was doing a scan. I can’t remember what it was called.” You say. You’re trying to hold the sobs back. Johnny nods, he squeezes your hand again, shuffling closer to the bed.
“An ultrasound, she cut out the bomb and the tracker.” He says. You’re holding your breath.
“What bomb? What Tracker?” You ask, worry washes over you. There was a tracker in you. Never mind that a bomb? Johnny seems to see the confusion on your face.
“Dr. Ashford, he planted a tracker in you, and a bomb. Dr. Montgomery cut them out. That’s what your injuries are.” You’re listening to his explanation but it doesn’t sound real.
“Where is she?” You ask, maybe she got into trouble. Maybe John is punishing her for hurting you.
“We don’t know where she is.” He sounds sad as he squeezes your hand again. Panic rises in you. You’re sucking in breaths of air. What if she’s hurt? What if they can never find her? What does he mean they don’t know where she is?
What if you never see her again? What if she’s betrayed you? Your heart aches, you just want to see her.
“Relax lass, c’mon deep breaths,” Johnny says standing up. You don’t know what to do, you’re in too much pain. Everything burns as your eyes well up with water making Johnny look fuzzy. His hand lands on your chest as you force yourself to suck in breaths of air. Even with fresh oxygen being blown into your nose it feels like you can’t get a proper lungfull.
She’s gone. She hurt you and she’s gone. Your head is swimming as you calm down, Johnny’s hands warm stroking your hair, dabbing the tears out your eyes. He doesn’t say anything, he just stands there keeping you calm.
“Where’s John?” You ask, although it comes out more like a whisper.
“He’s busy, they’re trying to find her.” Johnny says. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to find her.”
You let yourself cry, you let the tears come as Johnny hushes you, stroking your hair and wiping your tears. It’s not okay, it’s never going to be okay again. You close your eyes.
Price is standing against the wall in Shepherds office, Kate is sat at the desk. Price and Ghost cleared the room, one bug just a microphone hidden under the desk. Ghost is standing on the other side of the door waiting for Shepherd.
Price’s anger had been building since he saw you laid injured on the floor in the barracks. Soap had been giving him updates almost every half hour on the dot. He hasn’t been able to see you since you woke up, you’ve been asking for Dr. Piper which just makes his heart ache more. Your wounds still haven’t started healing themselves.
Dr. Montgomary did the right thing, she’s buying them time. They could flee, go to Scotland but she has always been right. You will never be safe until Hale is dead.
The door handle clicks and Shepherd walks in looking confused as Ghost comes in behind him.
“I thought the meeting was scheduled for 11?” He says going round to sit in his chair.
“The situation has changed.” Price says throwing the microphone on his desk. Shepherd picks it up looking over it frowning before looking back up at Price.
“Don’t worry, it was the only one we found.” Price says.
“Your computers clear too.” Laswell follows up.
“What do you want?” Shepherd asks, leaning back in his chair.
“I want to know why you didn’t tell us Professor Hale was paying Shadow Company.” Price asks, crossing his arms. Shepherd sighs.
“ Partially funding them, the DOD is funding the rest. They’re not going to say no to being able to fund an entire base for half the price.” Shepherd says.
“Well, I certainly hope you haven’t been talking about anything important here.” Price says. Shepherd sighs, he seems irritated.
“Is that all you want? Me to apologise for not telling you about Shadow Company?” He asks.
“No, we need you to sign off on a mission.” Price says as Laswell hands him the file she made up. Shepherd takes it, opening it, Price watches as he scans over it. He looks up at him before shaking his head.
“Kill Professor Hale. I can’t sign off on that and you know that captain.” Shepherd puts the folder down.
“He has Dr. Montgomery.” Price says. If she’s still alive.
“Not my problem, did he kidnap her? You have no reason to go after him. The DOD wants this project to continue. She just is not a priority.” Shepherd explains.
“We’re going after him regardless, it just depends on how much red tape we rip through.” Price says.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you captain. Going after him will make you an enemy of the state. Disobeying orders, killing an innocent man-” Ghost scoffs. Price looks over at him, his eyes focused on Shepherd.
“It will cost you your jobs. Dishonorable discharge, if you’re lucky.” He says annoyance rising in his voice.
“Your choice.” John says shrugging. There’s silence while Shepherd stares him down. They’re interrupted by a knock at the door. Shepherd looks over and Ghost opens the door moving to the side. It’s a random soldier, no one Price recognises.
“Sorry to bother you sir. Commander Graves would like to see you in the conference room.” The man looks round at all the people in the room. “He says it’s urgent.” Shepherd sighs, getting up. Laswell picks up the folder and they all follow him out the room. There is tension in the air as they walk the short distance. Price can tell Shepherd would rather not be dealing with this right now.
When they get into the room Graves stands up he looks over everyone piling in.
“Well look at that, the whole gang's here, maybe you can help explain this.” Graves says going over to the laptop hooked up to the projector and pressing play. Price watches as the screen fades from black to show Dr. Montgomery. She’s tied up to a chair, her head slumped forward, blood running down her face, her clothes stained red.
Professor Hale steps into frame. He walks up next to her pulling her head up by her hair.
“I have an offer for you. One I don’t think you’ll want to refuse. The omega for the cure.” Price’s stomach sinks. This was what he was afraid of. In some ways it’s easier if she was dead. Now she’s a bargaining chip, now there’s a chance they can save her. Ghost walks up to Price he can smell his anger in the air.
“Get Gaz, tell Soap to keep the omega away.” Price says. Ghost nods and leaves the room. He steps up to Shepherd.
“Want to rethink that mission now?” Price asks.
When you wake the sun is setting, the lights had been set low. It really is like the first time you were rescued. Your body still hurts, your wounds still are not healing. Clearly it’s not a blood problem, it must be because of the pregnancy.
You don’t want to be here, you want to be back in the barracks, in your nest. You start taking off all the wires and tubes. You swing your legs out the bed, the room is cold, there's a thin pair of slippers by the bed that you pull on.
You’re surprised no one is with you but you don’t mind, if John or anyone was here they would most likely make you stay in the hospital which is the last thing you want. You’re only wearing a thin hospital gown, you don’t care you can change when you get back in the barracks.
You’re not quite sure where you are, you assume you’re in the main building, you follow the signs to the exit hoping you’ll be on the right side of the base. There’s no one around the whole place feels like a ghost town,
You’re walking down a corridor when you can see light spilling out through a room window. You walk up to it looking in everyone's there, even Kate and Graves, Johnny is missing. Maybe he was the one supposed to be keeping an eye on you. They’re looking at a video on a projector. Your breath catches in your throat when you see what it is.
It’s the professor and Dr. Piper. Your hand goes over your mouth, the tears come. She’s bloody, head slumped over in the chair with her arms tied down. You press the door open slightly so you can hear the audio.
You focus on containing your scent, you don’t want them to know you’re there.
“All I want is the omega. Simple swap, bring me the omega and you can have Dr. Montgomery, alive.” The professor's voice comes through. The speakers, the camera gets zoomed in on Dr. Piper. You hold the gasp in your throat.
He’s bleeding her, making sure her body loses just enough blood so she can’t heal her wounds. The Professor did that to you a few times before. Mainly to see how long you could last.
You know she’ll be in pain, you know he’ll make sure she’s in pain.
“Tell them what happened to Dr. Ashford.” Professor Hale says as he comes into the camera view and presses a pistol to her head. She can barely keep her head up as he pulls on her hair. She looks at him without saying a word.
“Well, he’s dead. I am getting pretty sick of killing off all the useful people.” He says letting her head fall back down. You can smell anger in the air. Heads turn to look over at Shepherd. The video gets paused.
“Sending her back would be a death sentence.” John says. Before anyone gets a chance to say anything.
“We didn’t know Professor Hale would go this far but this project is still very much a secret. There are no protections promised, especially for the omega. Technically she doesn’t even exist.” Shepherd says.
“What are you implying?” Simon asks, his presence is the most intimidating in the room.
“I’m implying you don’t want to do anything rash.” Shepherd says. There's silence in the room again, the tension is heavy in the air. For a few seconds you think they’re going to spot you peeking through the door. Instead everyone seems to go back to their previous positions. The video stands up again.
It makes you feel sick, seeing Dr. Piper so beat up, she’s always been so put together, the lipstick and the glasses. She’s a doctor, a scientist.
“We’ll make the trade at the attached address. Give us the omega, we’ll give you the cure." Professor Hale’s voice is harsh in the air. You can see how labored Dr. Piper’s breaths are. You want to open the door, barge in and tell them to save her.
Who would that help? You? It’s your fault she’s in that position.
It should be you, not her.
The video ends. The screen frozen on an image of Dr. Piper, her head slumped forward, blood running down her face. There's silence in the room.
You feel sick. Adrenaline pumps through you. Your eyes are filling with water, you can’t believe this. A sob leaves your throat, you can’t control your scent anymore. Heads turn to see you, nostrils flaring, people getting up out of chairs.
You turn, you run.
Your body throbs, the pain in your neck and side burning. You hear people calling after you, you ignore them. You can’t believe what you’ve seen. Dr. Piper's blooded face, her pained words, the gun held at her head.
You can’t keep running. It's too painful you trip, your body slamming painfully against the floor. You don’t have the energy to move, you just sob, pulling your knees up to your chest.
Your sobs become screams as the images of her being tortured the same way you were filling your mind. It’s your fault, she gave her life for you.
Someone kneels down beside you trying to move you. You fight them, you don’t want anyone to touch you. You scream out at whoever it is, you scratch them and they back off. Your breathing becomes pants, it feels like someone is sitting on your chest. There are voices all around you, more hands trying to move you. You tense your body trying to make yourself as heavy as possible.
It takes too much energy though and you relent your body going limp. Someone's hand rubs your back.
“Take it easy lass.” Johnny's voice. You shake your head, you can’t. You just put your head in your hands letting yourself sob. You’re getting lightheaded, hyperventilating as people talk around you. There are raised voices, heavy footsteps.
Someone scoops you up in their arms. You squirm using all the energy you have. You try to push against the chest of whoever is picking you up but they’re too strong, their arms wrapped tightly around you shushing you.
“Just leave me alone.” You sob your throat raw, your wounds pulsing. Maybe you’ve torn stitches, maybe you’ll bleed out.
You can smell alpha, it’s John you’re in his arms, he's shushing you. You don’t care, nothing he can say, nothing he can do will make it better. He doesn’t say anything though. He carries you in silence all the way back to the barracks.
By the time you get in your sobs have become sniffles. He takes you into his room putting you down on the bed pulling the covers over you. You expect him to leave, leave you to sob your heart out until you’re exhausted.
He doesn’t though, he gets into bed behind you wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up against his chest. There's no words, no pressure to talk, he just holds you. You can feel his breathing, hear his heart beating.
“He’s going to kill her.” You say after a while, your voice almost a whisper. More tears spill out.
“You need to do the trade.” You say. He squeezes you tighter.
“Over my dead body.” He says.
“He’s going to kill her.” You repeat. You don’t want her to die.
“We’ll get her back, she’s not going to die.” He says. You close your eyes. You want to believe him, you trust him. If they thought they could save her, why haven’t they left yet? You can’t keep your eyes closed for long. Images of Dr. Piper being tortured plague your mind.
“John, will you kill him, Professor Hale?” You expect a no, a ‘only if necessary.’
“We’ll kill him, and we’re going to get her back. I promise.”
You don’t remember falling asleep, you remember changing clothes. You remember John leaving and Johnny trying to get you to eat. John said you're not to be alone, or leave the barracks. When Johnny realised you weren't going to eat he let you go back to bed.
You sleep in John's room, you want to feel near him. When you wake Kyle is in the bed with you. You can see light coming through the bottom of the curtains, it could be the flood lights though.
Kyle is still sleeping, his mouth open drooling on John’s pillows. You want to reach out and touch him. At the same time you don’t want to disturb him.
You enjoy the few blissful minutes forgetting about Dr. Piper, ignoring your pain, just watching Kyle sleeping peacefully.
The pain hits you first, the back of your neck is still raw. Your wounds are still not healing, thick bandages cover the stitches.
The tears come, you didn’t think you could cry more but it’s becoming a constant stream of sobbing. You didn’t think you could produce more tears, your eyes and cheeks still sore from yesterday. Kyle’s calming scent is strong in the air but it’s not helping.
You feel sick, empty. You’re here and Dr. Piper’s being tortured, you know what the professor likes to do, you know she’s going to be in pain. The images make your stomach jump. You can’t just lie here, you want to do something.
You prop yourself up on your arm, Kyle stirs in bed his eyes blinking open as he looks at you. You sit up swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. There’s a chill in the air.
“You okay?” Kyle asks. You don’t know what to say. You don’t want to say anything. You get up leaving the room. You can hear hushed voices in the common room, you ignore them going towards your room. Dr. Piper's door is open. You close your eyes breathing in her scent still strong in the air. You press the door open further, her clothes are still laid out. Her shoes by her bed. There's a book and glasses on the bedside table.
You walk in, running your hand over her desk, stacked with papers, her laptop still open but off. She has a big window in her room too but the blinds are down. You go over to it pulling them open. It’s light out, you can’t see the sun but the sky is clear. You open the window, it only opens a few centimeters just like yours.
Her scent is drowned out by the rush of fresh air. You look over at her bed, the covers thrown back.
She should be here. It should be you with the professor.
Your lip trembles as you press your hand against the glass. You let out the sob that’s been building up in your throat. There’s a pain in your chest now, an ache you’ve never had before. Your hand lands on your heart, it’s like it’s being ripped out your chest.
Your legs give way and you fall to your knees pressing your head on the wall. You miss her, you miss her so much it hurts. You thought you’d lost her once. Now she’s gone again. You breathe in the fresh air, it’s not helping. Your whole body hurts. You deserve the pain.
Your low sobs become cries again. You howl and cry until you’re exhausted, your whole body is shaking your head spinning with pain. You deserve this.
You can’t do this. It hurts too much, you close your eyes. You lay down pulling your legs to your chest, each breath stings your lungs, each beat of your heart makes your wounds throb.
Someone steps up behind you, a blanket is lowered over you.
“Leave me alone.” You say, you don’t want anyone near you other than Dr. Piper. They should be trying to rescue her instead of being here. You’re mad at them, why aren’t they trying to rescue her. It’s Johnny who sits down behind you. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even touch you. He just sits there projecting a calming scent over you. You want to tell him to stop, it’s not helping anyway.
“If you were going to save her you would have left already.” You say, your voice is low, raw from all the sobbing.
“We’re leaving tonight.” He says. You don’t believe him. “We had to wait for a few things to fall into place.” You want to turn to look at him but you can’t. Fresh tears come now, you shiver as you pull your legs closer to your chest.
You can’t do this any more.
When you were in the bunker and the professor was hurting you you could go to a place in your mind to get away from it all. The house on the hill with the pies. The warm summer evening, the sound of the lake. Your mother looking through the window as you played in the garden. It’s not your mother you see anymore it’s Dr. Piper.
This is it, it's what you need, you need to go back to that place in your mind.
The house on the hill, the pies, warm summer evening. The sound of the lake as you play in the garden. The sun is setting. You replay it over in your mind. You can smell the cinnamon, the caramelized sugar. The breeze, the birds.
“The house on the hill, the pies, the lake, the summer’s evening.” You whisper under your breath squeezing the blanket.
“What’s that love?” Johnny asks, leaning over you. You ignore him repeating the mantra.
“The house on the hill, the pies, the lake, the summer’s evening.” Johnny’s hand rests on your shoulder. He strokes the hair out your face.
“The house on the hill, the pies, the lake, the summer’s evening.” you close your eyes. You’re there in your mind, you block out everything else. You can smell it, feel the breeze, the grass between your toes. Dr. Piper is there too, safe, watching you through the window.
You block it out, you block it all out, there’s no pack, there’s no pain. Dr. Piper is safe and she’s happy. You let the smell of cinnamon comfort you. This is what you need, a safe place you’ll stay here until she’s back.
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ℑ’𝔪 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶, 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱?
𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈: 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒
It wasn’t funny, it really wasn’t. But they were treating it like some sort of joke.
——— 4 months ago ———
Somehow, some-way. You went from being a brand new tags still attached soldier in to an American soldier loaned to the British. You’re not quite sure how this happened but it did and now you have to adapt. But adapting proves to be quite difficult when one day you learn a very unfortunate fact about yourself. You are afraid, yea afraid, of accents. Well more the idea of not being able to understand accents you suppose.
It smacked you straight out of left field when you realized it. Having grown up on YouTube and the internet a lot of the people you watch were British, it wasn’t like you grew up under a rock. You thought you’d be a-ok when you were met by one Kate Laswell on the tarmac upon arrival at the base.
She introduced you to the few soldiers you ran into on the walk to your room. The most notable were a Scot and Brit duo. The Brit, Gaz, was a bit hard to understand at first but after a few words it you got the hang of it. He was very kind and offered to help you around the base the first few days so you wouldn’t get lost. The Scot, Soap, was a whole other story. You maybe understood 3 words in the 5 minute conversation the 4 of you had during which he seems to reference you many times judging by the long states he’d fix you with. Luckily with Kate you were able to skate by heavily relying on her understanding and eventually bid your goodbyes to the men.
It took a while for you to meet the rest of their team, ‘141’ Gaz said at breakfast one day. You were in line filling your tray with the slop of the day when you heard muffled talking to your left. It was so soft and distant that you figured it was further down the line so you ignored it and continued grabbing food. Just as you were about to head to your table a gloved hand gripped your shoulder and whipped you around.
Ghost, Gaz told you about him, leans down to your level and says something. You realize it sounds exactly like what you heard in the line and realize he must have been talking to you before and you ignored him. A bright red a hot flush fills your face, it becomes brighter when you realize you still can’t understand him. Panicked, you awkwardly laugh and speed walk away, bypassing the tables and heading straight to your room.
——— Now ———
It’s been a hard and anxiety filled 4 months of avoiding 2 of the 141 members. You could hold a brief but semi- understandable conversation with Gaz and could somewhat bullshit your way through talking to Price. It’s luckily only happened once after a shitty mission and it’s your personal goal to never talk to the gruff man again.
Now the other two are 100% being actively avoided for the foreseeable future. Soap was definitely harder to avoid due to his extroverted nature but you managed. Your main go to was faking a phone call, easy and effective. Ghost on the other hand is a bit easier to avoid, you just use the excuse of being afraid of the man to your advantage. Anytime you make eye contact from across the room you open your eyes a bit wider and speed away, it’s not far fetched since that’s pretty much how everyone else treats him, with fearful respect.
But now, now you have a much larger problem. Due to a larger mission needing more hands Laswell brought on some extra soldiers, who’ve worked with the 141 before, to help. Luckily you were just a simple soldier turned base hand who mainly took care of the laundry, kitchen, grounds, etc. So you didn’t have many face to face interactions with 141 let alone the rest of the new faces and accents. Well you didn’t till now.
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Is it okay if you write more of the Feral!omega reader x Poly 141???? I really enjoyed reading it and I don’t see a lot of posts with a feral omega and it just scratches a part of my brain when I read feral omegas. Anywho have a great rest of your day/night and stay safe 💗♥️🥰☺️
I'd love to write more feral omega reader! That being said, my brain is highly burnt out, so imma need some prompts and submissions from y'all for ideas :'D
Btw, I've added "feral omega au" as a tag for my blog, so you guys can find the posts easier <3
#cod#call of duty#drabble#fanfic#x reader#reader insert#task force 141#141#poly 141#tf 141 x reader#cod 141#tf 141#omegaverse#cod omegaverse
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Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley. MW2019.
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Hunted
Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
Cw: PiV, public sex, unprotected sex, prey/hunter
A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL!
Thanks to my friend Aiya for helping me with this<3, if I missed any content warnings please lmk.
You pulled up into the parking lot of the Halloween attraction organized in your town; you were supposed to meet your friend, Celeste, here. As you got out of the car and noticed your tall, blonde companion coming your way.
"Girl, you look so hot!" She exclaims. "Thanks", You couldn't help but smile at the compliment,
"So do you." She really did look amazing. Her long, straight hair was flawless as always, and she wore a bloody nurse costume with high heels, which doesn't seem like a good idea to wear here, but it's her choice. You headed to the main attraction—the haunted house. It was a large, two-story building. The walls were wooden, an ivy making its way to the dark roof. Most of the windows were blacked out by pieces of dark fabric; however, some of them weren't; instead, they had spiderwebs and other decorations.
The interior was equally dark and made to resemble an old, unoccupied house. You turned right and entered a large, dimly lit living room. The room looked dusty; however, it seemed to not be real as your allergic friend wasn't reacting to it. There was a dresser on the other side of the room, with another door right next to it. In the middle of the place there was a round coffee table with a gramophone on it, next to which was a rocking chair covered by a white tablecloth.
"That looks so cool!" Celeste exclaims. You agree as you step further into the room. You looked around and proceeded to go further. You approached the door as a masked figure jumped out of the closet. Your screams filled the room, which turned into laughs as your friend was being chased by the creature.
You proceed to go into another room, now alone. You enter a bedroom, presumably a child's since the bed was quite small and the room was full of toys. You heard the door open behind you.
"How did you manage to escape with those heels on?" You jokingly asked your friend as you went further into the room and looked around.
"She hasn't," a familiar, gruff voice answered behind you. You turned around to see your boyfriend, Simon, staring at you.
"Simon..? What are you doing here?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were going here? What if something happened to you? You don't know what kind of psychos come here to hurt people," he snapped.
"Simon.. I really wanted to go," you explained.
"You should've told me," he reasoned.
"I'm sorry," you said as Simon looked you up and down. His whole body blocked the door, which just reminded you of how big he was.
"You can make it up to me, you know."
"Wha—what do you mean?" You asked. No way he meant it like that. You're in a public place.
"Exactly what you're thinking," he answered, and you noticed his bulge pressing into his jeans.
"Run, doll. Don't let me catch you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Oh. That shouldn't make you so excited. You couldn't help but run, although knowing he'll catch you anyway. You sprinted out of the room and ran upstairs. You heard heavy footsteps behind you from the moment your silhouette disappeared from his line of sight; after all, he had to give you some time to start running; that's way more fun. You slipped on one of the last stairs but managed not to fall and got back to running. You had no idea where to go, so you turned right. There were 3 doors in front of you, and you quickly, yet quietly, went into the middle one. You entered a small kitchen. No other doors, no place to hide. Not good .You looked around and hid under a table, a tablecloth, which didn't cover your whole figure, but enough to not be visible unless someone lays down and looks for you. The table was tiny, though. You couldn't move without risking hitting your head or moving the cloth. You heard the footsteps getting closer. He opened the door to your right. All you heard was silence apart your breathing, which seemed as loud as a scream. You heard the door close, and then you heard another door opening. The door to the room you were in. His footsteps are now slow and calculated. You tried to calm your breathing down and stayed completely still. He walked around the table and stopped right behind you. "I can smell your perfume," he said.
Fuck. If you knew this was going to happen, you wouldn't have worn it.Maybe he's bluffing, though. So you didn't move and held your breath, afraid but also excited.
You heard complete silence when suddenly you felt a grip on your ankle. You squealed as he carefully dragged you out of your hiding spot.
"Found you," he leaned down and whispered. "Time for my reward."
He lifted you up and put you down at the table. He spread your legs and stood between them as he leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was passionate and demanding, and you were quickly out of breath from holding it earlier. His hands explored your body as he broke the kiss and looked you in the eyes, his gaze dark and full of lust.
"Please Simon," you begged for more. He leaned back in and started kissing and sucking on your neck as his hands traveled to your upper things. He gave them a light squeeze, and you lifted your hips up, allowing him to expose your body. He moved the clothes out of his way and ran his finger through your labia.
"Did that turn you on? Being hunted like that?"
You never told him that this is a fantasy of yours, but it turned you on even more than you thought it would. He inserted one of his fingers inside, but it wasn't enough. You needed him. Now.
"Simon, I need you," you begged.
"Are you ready?" He asked. He wouldn't want to actually hurt you, since he was far from gentle, but you didn't have much time. You nodded, and his hands moved to pull out his member. He was rock hard as he stroked himself a few times and positioned himself. He glided his cock up and down your slit and slowly inserted his tip into you. When he didn't spot any sign of discomfort on your face, he went all the way in, stuffing you full.
As much as he wanted to make this last longer, you had no idea when another group would show up. He groaned at the feeling and started to move in and out, setting a quick pace. He grabbed your hair and kissed you. He was so big, and it felt like heaven on earth. His hands traveled around your body as the pleasure consumed you.
"Don't stop, please, just like that," you moaned as you felt the pleasure build up. One of his hands grabbed your thigh to spread your legs wider as another moved to rub your clitter the way you loved.
"Come for me, baby," he said, and as if per order, you did.
He groaned as you squeezed around him. The hand, which was just rubbing your nub now gone, moved into his mouth so he could taste you.
"Taste so good," he growls as he keeps up the pace.
He picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his torso as he continued fucking you. The switch in positions made his cock feel ever bigger inside you, hitting all the perfect spots.
"Look at me," he ordered.
The eye contact was intense, as pleasure and lust filled both of your eyes.
"I'm close," he warned, "where do you want it?"
"Inside," you answered confidently, feeling your own orgasm approaching again.
After a few deep thrusts, you tipped over the edge again, and as you clenched, he spilled his release inside you.
A few moments of catching your breath and you're putting your clothes back on.
"Didn't know you were into this kind of thing," he said. "We should do it again soon."
You blushed at the suggestion as you both headed to the exit. Only once you were back in the car did you notice missed calls from your friend, whom you completely forgot. Oops.
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🔥𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 (𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂) ; 𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗼🔥
✘ various! tf141 x reader ; zombie apocalypse au!one-shot series
✘ chapter summary; you and your small, weary family narrowly escape danger. suddenly, an unexpected encounter ends up leading you into a safe haven, where survival demands loyalty and sacrifice.
✘ warnings; graphic violence, character death and blood
⚠️ one-shot masterlist
All remnants of life lay muted beneath the blanket of snow that covered everything in sight.
You trudge forward with increasing difficulty, holding your baby niece, Paulina, close to your chest, wrapped in layers of tattered blankets. Beside you, your teenage nephew Hugo, struggled to keep pace. Your breaths came out in sharp, frosty puffs, the biting cold seeping through every gap, lingering with an ever-growing hunger.
“I-I don't know how much longer I can g-go.” Hugo panted, lips pale and eyes heavy.
“You have to.” The words leave you as a dry heave. Paulina squirms, as if sensing the tension in the air.
Suddenly, the shadow of a figure appears in the distance, barely visible through the thick foliage of the forest snow. It's one of your pursuers, armed and ready to intercept your small group.
As quickly as you can, you pull Hugo close and hand her his sister and your thinning bag of supplies. You point sharply towards the nearby slope, a spot for them to hide while you distracted your incoming pursuers. His eyes are wide, mouth agape and ready to refuse. Caring very little for his objections, you push him away and hard. “Shut up, and go!”
You watch him leave, his form disappearing into the snow, before moving towards a nearby tree. With a determined shove of your shoulder, you make a heavy pile of snow fall, covering the footsteps of your nephew. Grimly satisfied, you took off in the opposite direction, hoping to lead the pursuers away from the children.
As you scan the forest, a sharp movement from your left catches you off guard. Before you can react, two of them are on you.
With a surge of adrenaline, you lash out at the closest one, catching him off guard with a thick swipe of snow. He stumbles back, but the second attacker was quicker. He lunges at you with a knife, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. You twist your body, clumsily avoiding the thrust, and use the momentum to deliver a kick between his legs. He curses loudly and doubles over, but before you could capitalise on the opening, the first man recovers and drags you down by the hair.
“Fucking bitch! You’re done now!” The impact knocks the wind out of you, but you fight through the pain, grappling fiercely with your assailant in the snow. Your hands find his throat, and you squeeze, a violent mix of adrenaline and desperation giving you strength. He struggles, his hands clawing at yours, but you hold on, feeling his resistance weaken.
A sharp pain explodes in your side as the second man drives his knife into your shoulder. You cry out, releasing your grip on the first attacker's throat and to clutch at your bleeding wound.
The two men regroup, their breaths coming in harsh puffs as they advance on you again. But before they can pounce, a distant whistle pierces the air, shrill and commanding. They freeze, exchanging glances of alarm. The second attacker curses under his breath, knife wavering.
The whistle sounds again, more urgent this time, and the men hesitate, torn between finishing you off and obeying the call.
Finally, with a frustrated growl, the first attacker spits on the ground and mutters, "We’ll be back." He turns to his companion, nodding towards the source of the whistle. Reluctantly, the second attacker sheatheds his knife and backs away, his eyes lingering on you with a promise of unfinished business.
You watch them retreat, every muscle in your body tense in anticipation of another attack. When they finally disappear back into the snowy forest, you allow yourself to relax, grasping your wounded shoulder in pain.
You turn and stumble towards the direction Hugo had gone, praying that he and Paulina had found a safe place to hide. The forest looms around you, silent and oppressive, as you push through the snow, the weight of your injuries and the cold threatening to drag you down.
Through the haze of snow and pain, you spot something in the distance. You push towards it, and reach a small hidden cave, its entrance partially obscured by a thick curtain of icicles. Inside, you find Hugo huddled around Paulina, his face pale with fear and worry. Relief washes over you as you collapse into the cave, the last of your strength leaving you.
Hugo rushes to your side, eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay?" he whispers, his voice trembling.
You manage a weak smile, reaching out to touch his cheek. "We made it," you murmur, your voice barely audible. "We're safe for now."
As the exhaustion closes in, you cling to that thought, knowing that you had done everything you could to protect them.
. . .
"That's the last of them," says Ghost, voice low and steady. He wipes his knife clean on the crook of his arm, eyes sharp as he took in every detail of the scene. Three men and two women lay dead around him, the blood of their struggle staining the snow. He doesn’t bat an eye as he manhandles the bodies to go through their belongings, taking whatever was useful, and leaving the rest behind.
Ghost had no sympathy for raiders. But it was certainly strange, the lot hadn't ventured this deep since last Spring. Not only was the terrain tricky, but the group that dwelled further south had quickly come to learn not to step into their territory without expecting something like this to happen.
Beside him, Soap holsters his pistol, breath visible in the cold air. "T’easy," he mutters, brows furrowing in suspicion. "Something doesn' feel right."
His partner hums in agreement, gaze shifting to the direction from which the two extra men had come from. "These guys were sloppy, like they were distracted or rushed."
The duo move cautiously, following the barely visible trail left by the men. Soap leads the way, his senses on high alert, while Ghost covers their rear, eyes scanning for any signs of movement.
They don’t go far when they find the first big clue—signs of a fight. Soap crouches down to examine the mix of footprints and blood staining the snow. "One set," he comments, pointing to a big and uneven print, as if the person was favouring one side over the other. "An adult, injured."
Ghost and Soap press on, the trail leading them deeper into the forest. The footprints become more erratic, showing signs of urgency. Suddenly, the first footprints turn into two. Someone had clearly made an effort to hide the new pair.
Soap’s mind races as he pieces the scenario together. "They were being chased," he says, more to himself than to Ghost. "And they split up here."
Ghost’s expression is unreadable under his balaclava.
"They were in a hurry. And look at the spacing—someone was carrying a heavy load." He looks up, his eyes meeting Ghost’s. "A baby?"
His jaw tightens. "Could be."
Soap’s eyes narrow. "If there's a bairn involved, they won't last long out here in this cold."
They follow the trail until they reach a small clearing. The footprints lead to a partially hidden cave. Soap signals to Ghost, and they approach it cautiously.
As they draw closer, they can hear faint voices inside. Soap holds up a hand and creeps forward. Peering into the cave, he spots a young boy huddled with a baby in his arms. Nearby, a young woman lays slumped against the wall, blood staining the snow under her.
Soap steps back to the edge of the entrance, his expression unreadable. "Found them," he whispers to Ghost. "What’s our move Lt?"
Ghost hesitates, his cold eyes betraying a rare moment of uncertainty. "We can't afford to take them in"
Soap's eyes go hard, but there is a glint of stubborness in them. "They won’t make it out here alone. We've gotta help ‘em."
They had a mission, a duty to their own survival. Ever since the world had gone to absolute shit, their group’s survival had been assured by them staying strong and detached. Ghost had dealt with their new reality better than most, but the same couldn't be said about the others. The end of the world was taking its toll, and he knew Soap was eager to find moments like this to vindicate his dwindling humanity.
"Mate…" Ghost starts, but he cuts him off.
"We dannae have to bring them back, just get them somewhere safe. You know it’s the right thing to do," Soap urges, his voice low but imploring.
Finally, Ghost concedes. "Alrigh’, but you’re taking this to Price and Laswell by yerself."
Soap smiles grimly, clapping Ghost on the shoulder. "Understood, Lt. Let's get them out of here."
They enter the cave quietly, their movements deliberate and non-threatening. The boy's eyes widen in fear as soon as he spots them, but Soap raises a hand in a gesture of peace.
"We're ‘ere to help," he said softly. "Yer safe now."
The boy hesitates, his grip tightening on the squirming baby. "Who are you?" he asks, voice shaky.
"Friends," Soap replies gently. "We're here to help you."
As they move closer, the woman stirs, wincing in pain. Soap kneels beside her, ready to assess the wound on her shoulder. Her eyes widen at his sudden appearance, and with a sudden burst of energy, she lashes out, her nails catching him on the cheek. He stumbles back, more surprised than hurt.
Ghost already has the barrel of his gun pointed to her head, ready to take the shot.
"Easy!" Soap exclaims, raising his hands in a calming gesture between the two. "We’re not here to hurt you. We're here to help."
Her eyes dart between the two men, distrust and raw desperation clear in her gaze. "Why should I believe you?" she spits, voice shaky but fierce.
Soap steps forward slowly. "We don’t have to take you with us, just get you somewhere safe. But you need medical attention, and those kids won’t survive out here alone."
The woman sways, her strength fading. The boy, still clutching the baby, looks at her with pleading eyes. "Please, Auntie. We need help."
Her resolve wavers, the blood loss making her compliant. "Alright," she whispers, barely audible. "Help us."
Ghost lowers his gun as the boy scoots over to give Soap some space. His features soften as he looks at them, especially the baby girl. Strangely, maybe even gratefully, she wasn’t crying, just watching him with wide inquisitive eyes. "Hey there, wee one," he coos, Scottish accent soothing. "What's her name, lad?"
The boy blinks, momentarily distracted by Soap’s gentle tone. "Paulina," he whispers.
“And yours?”
“…Hugo.”
"Good names," Soap said, smiling before getting to work on the woman. "She’s a tough one, ain’t she? Keepin’ you both warm and fed, I see."
Hugo manages a small nod, his grip on the baby loosening slightly. "Yeah…she's strong."
"Aye, she is," he continues, "we’ll help her, alright’?"
Soap moves quickly, immobilising her arm for the journey ahead while Ghost keeps watch at the cave entrance. She grunts, sparing him an icy glare, but otherwise says nothing.
"We need to move soon," Ghost says over his shoulder.
Soap finishes and helps the woman sit up, the children following suit. "We'll get ye to safety," he promises. "But we need to move quickly."
The woman nods weakly, her eyes full of determination. "I can walk," she says, her voice stronger now. "Just help me up."
Soap helps her to her feet, and together, they prepare to leave the cave. The journey ahead would be difficult, but they were ready.
. . .
The undead hordes had turned civilization into a chaotic, lawless wasteland.
In the early days, the military had tried to maintain control, to keep the panic from spreading faster than the infection itself. But it soon became clear that this was not a fight that could be won with conventional tactics. The undead didn’t tire, they didn’t fear, and they were hungry.
Price remembered the first time he had seen a city overrun. The streets of London had been choked up with the dead, everything crumbling under the weight of the destruction. The few who survived had no choice but to flee, to leave behind everything they had known and start anew. The ranch, with its fortified walls and organised routines, was one of those places.
Each morning at the ranch began with the change of the guard. The sentries in the lookout towers would report in, and a fresh team would take their place. Price always made it a point to check in with the sentries, ensuring they remained alert.
That day he’d found Laswell on his way to the towers. She was often holed up in the command centre, pouring over maps and discussing plans with their surviving intel officers. It was strange, but not exactly unusual, to find her outside on and about.
Gaz stood by her, leaning in to catch whatever the older woman had to ask of him. "—and I need you to check on the food supplies," she said, glancing up from her notes. "We need to make sure we have enough to last through the next few weeks."
"On it," Gaz replied, nodding to his approaching superior. “Captain.”
Price acknowledged the greeting with a curt nod, his mind already racing through the day’s tasks. "Gaz, Laswell," he said in a gravelly tone. "Anything new on the intel front?"
Laswell shook her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She’d chopped it clean off after they settled into the ranch and had kept it short ever since. "Nothing significant. Some chatter from up north, but nothing we need to act on immediately.”
Gaz then turned to Price. "About Ghost and Soap—they’ve been out longer than expected. You think they might’ve run into trouble?"
Price shrugged as he considered his words. "It's possible. We need to be ready for anything, but I would not worry too much."
They continue walking side by side along the shoveled path, talking about everything and nothing all at once. A gust of wind blew through the trees, rustling the frozen leaves overhead. For a brief moment, it felt like they could breathe easy. But just as Price’s shoulders began to relax, a shout from behind them shattered the moment.
“Captain! Lieutenant! We’ve got a situation at the gate!”
It was the voice of one of the young sentries, breathless and hurried, as she approached them from behind. Her face was flushed both from urgency and the cold, her rifle slung across her back.
“Speak,” Price said, already feeling a headache stirring in the back of his skull.
“We’ve got movement. Two figures coming up the road… looks like Ghost and Soap.”
Laswell's eyes flicked to Price. “And the situation is?”
The sentry bit her lip, clearly unsure of what to make of the newcomers. “They’re not alone. There’s a woman with them, looks like she’s hurt. And… kids.”
Gaz immediately looked over at Price. “What the hell are they bringing back this time?”
Price groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll bet they’re dragging trouble with them.”
“Guess we’ll find out,” Laswell muttered as they all began to make their way toward the gate.
As they arrived at the gate, the scene before them told a story even before they stepped closer. The sentries were on high alert, rifles raised but not aimed. A handful of medical personnel had appeared at the ready, tension radiating from the compound.
And there, stumbling toward them, was the source of the commotion—Soap and Ghost.
Soap looked grim, eyes tired, but his focus remained on the woman clinging to him. Closely behind him trailed a young boy—about thirteen or fourteen—looking scared but alert as he took everything in. And on Ghost’s back, wrapped tightly across his chest in the remains of torn rags, was a baby—its small form barely visible.
Price's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight. “What the hell happened?” he muttered under his breath, already knowing the answer but hoping against it.
Laswell was already in motion, stepping ahead to address the sentries. “Lower your weapons,” she ordered firmly. The rifles were lowered slightly, but still held tightly, the uncertainty of what was happening lingering in the air.
Gaz shifted his weight, obviously on edge. “We need to get them inside.”
The medics were the first to step forward, Taylor and Jensen pushing their way through the crowd, wheeling a stretcher with them. Taylor, a burly medic with a calm demeanour, was already assessing the situation as he approached the woman in Soap’s arms. “We’ll need to get her on the stretcher. Looks like she’s lost a lot of blood.”
Laswell stepped forward, giving the medic’s orders as they prepared to move the woman. “Taylor, get them to the medical bay. We’ll need to check the boy and the baby too.”
Taylor nodded, his face hardening. “On it.”
As the medic team began carefully lifting the woman onto the stretcher, Price turned back to Soap and Ghost. “Good work, but I don’t want to hear any more excuses about why you didn’t come back sooner. Got it? Also, I'm expecting a full debrief.”
Soap gave him a sheepish look, his breath frosty, but Ghost simply nodded as he handed the baby girl into the hands of a nearby nurse, the boy hovering nearby and watching the exchange.
“Alright, get them inside,” Price ordered, his tone firm. “We’ll sort this out later.”
. . .
Back at the med-bay, the sterile scent of antiseptic and muted murmurs of machinery ease you into consciousness. Your body aches, stiff and bruised, but your shoulder is definitely the worst. The pain weighs you down against the cot you're lying in. With a groan and squinted eyes, you survey your new surroundings.
The first thing you notice is Hugo’s face—wide-eyed and visibly relieved when he registers that you’re awake. Paulina lies cradled against his chest, her tiny form bundled up in new clothes, half-asleep with her small fingers curled around his shirt.
“You’re okay,” he whispers, leaning forward. “They… they fixed you up. Said it was just a matter of time before you woke up.” His voice shakes just a little. “Paulina and I… we’ve been waiting for you,” he adds.
A knot loosens in your chest, and you give him a weak but genuine smile, reaching a hand out to brush a strand of hair from his face. “I’m sorry, Hugo. You must’ve been so scared…”
He shakes his head quickly, his hand moving to cover yours. “We’re just glad you’re here. I… I tried to keep Paulina calm, kept telling her you’d be alright.” There’s a hint of pride in his voice, a testament to the weight he’s taken on in your absence.
As you shift to sit up, the door suddenly clicks open. A black woman woman with greying hair tied back and sharp, steps inside. She’s wearing a face-mask and simple green sweater and pants, and over it, a crisp white coat, her badge reading "Dr. Laswell."
She offers you a nod. “Good, you’re awake,” she says with a quiet authority. “I’m Dr. Sarah Laswell, head med-chief here. My team and I are making sure you and the kids are treated, especially after that ordeal. You’ll be okay, but you’re in quarantine for now.”
Her gaze softens, and she pulls up a chair beside your cot. “Your arrival caused quite the stir. Two of our best brought you in—that's almost unheard of.”
At her words, memories start trickling back, fragmented images of being helped, lifted by strong arms, voices murmuring assurances.
Sarah continues. “You’re on the ranch now—a community built from survivors. A mix of civilians and military personnel help run it, keeping it as safe and self-sufficient as possible.”
She pauses, eyes flickering over Hugo, her tone shifting to something more serious. “Now, there’s something important we need to address. Since you’ve been brought here, and especially because your nephew was awake for much of the journey, you all know our location. That means… you’ll need to stay.”
The weight of her words settles in your chest, leaving little room for debate. You look over at Hugo, whose gaze is steady and telling you he'll go with whatever you decide. Paulina simply beins to snooze in her brother's arm, unfaced by the sudden revelation.
You give Sarah a slow nod, your heart conflicted, but the decision is clear. You won't object, for your family’s safety, this place is the best option, a fresh start, no matter what came before. “I understand,” you reply, voice steady. “We’ll stay.”
Sarah then gives you a thorough rundown of your condition, her tone straightforward but gentle. She explains that the knife wound didn’t puncture too deep, thankfully, but it will still need proper care and time to heal. As she speaks, her gaze lingers on you with a knowing look, one that softens when she moves on to Hugo and Paulina’s health.
“Your niece and nephew are… doing well, remarkably so. Neither is malnourished,” she says with a slight nod toward them. Her tone is neutral, yet you catch the unspoken understanding between you. You’ve clearly been sacrificing your own needs to make sure they were fed, clothed, and safe. She doesn’t comment further, but you can tell she knows exactly how much you’ve poured into them. Her respect for you shows in the small, quiet acknowledgment, and it fills the room with a kind of warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.
After giving you the essential instructions for resting and healing, Sarah adds, “Once you’ve had a bit more time to recover, a few people from the community will come by to talk with you. They’ll ask about your needs, your skills, qualifications, that kind of thing.”
This catches you off guard. It’s been a long time since anyone asked you about what you needed or where you could fit in. Gratitude mixes with disbelief, and a hint of scepticism flares as well. Nothing has felt this… safe or welcoming since your sister was alive. The world after her loss has been so unkind, especially with the kids to protect.
But for now, you settle into the moment, letting yourself hold onto a fragile glimmer of hope for what this place could mean for you and for them.
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Shadows and Paws
Chapter 1: Into the Wild
Pairing: 141 x reader, Eventual Poly 141 x reader
AU: Hybrid 141 x Hybrid reader
Warning: Mostly Angst with like a smidge of fluff
Authors note: I hope yall enjoy this hybrid AU, I’ve been dabbling into a lot of things
Word Count: 1.1k
Masterlist | Chapter 2
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The sanctuary was nothing like they’d expected.
Dense fog clung to the forest floor, muffling their footsteps and swallowing every sound. Towering trees stretched endlessly above them, their branches twisted together like ancient hands guarding the sanctuary’s secrets. The air was thick and damp, carrying scents of moss and earth, tinged with hints of wild animals and faint traces of something else—something that felt old, almost sacred. It was a place untouched by the outside world, a haven carved out of the wilderness, and every instinct in Price told him they were being watched.
Captain Price led the way through the misty forest, his senses heightened, the quiet hum of wolf instincts ever-present in his mind. His eyes scanned the shadows, alert for any sign of movement, every fiber of him tuned to the pulse of the forest. Behind him, Ghost moved like a wraith, his panther-like form blending seamlessly into the darkness, each step careful and deliberate, his presence almost an extension of the shadows themselves. Gaz circled above in falcon form, his sharp eyes piercing through the canopy, scanning the surrounding trees with precision, watching for anything out of the ordinary. Soap followed close to Price, his husky ears perked and alert, his energy barely contained, as if every sound was calling him to explore.
As a pack, they moved seamlessly, each member adapting to the environment, their hybrid senses complementing each other. The forest around them was eerily quiet, the usual sounds of birds and insects absent as though the sanctuary itself was holding its breath. Just as Price was about to signal for a halt, Gaz’s voice crackled softly through the comms, a low murmur that barely broke the stillness.
“Got movement, Cap. Northwest, closing fast. Looks like we’ve got company.”
Price’s ear twitched, picking up the faint rustling of leaves from the direction Gaz had indicated. He raised a hand, signaling the others to stop, his body tensing as he scanned the shadows ahead. His gaze sharpened, waiting for any sign of a threat, when a sudden flash of red fur caught his eye, there and gone again, darting through the underbrush with silent grace and a speed that suggested they weren’t alone.
“It’s a fox,” Price muttered under his breath, though he didn’t relax, his hand hovering near his weapon just in case.
Moments later, a figure emerged from the trees, moving with a fluid confidence that put the entire team on edge. It was a fox hybrid, their stature smaller than the 141 members but exuding an unmistakable presence. Their sharp, glinting eyes danced over each of them, assessing, appraising, lingering just a moment longer on Ghost before finally settling on Price.
“Well, well,” the fox drawled, their voice carrying a playful yet dangerous edge as they crossed their arms. “More rogues, I assume? You’re not exactly blending in.”
The fox’s sly smile and relaxed stance belied a readiness, a coiled energy that suggested they could vanish or attack in an instant if provoked. Price held their gaze steadily, refusing to let himself be rattled. “We’re just passing through,” he said, his voice steady, but every word measured.
The fox tilted their head, studying them intently with a glimmer of amusement in their eyes. “Nobody just passes through here,” they replied, one brow raised as they spoke. “But if you’re here to help, then maybe we can have a chat. Otherwise…” They trailed off, their fingers twitching ever so slightly, a subtle hint that they could disappear into the shadows in a heartbeat if they chose.
Price exchanged a glance with Soap, who was watching the fox intently, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I like ‘em already,” he whispered to Ghost, whose only response was a quiet, amused huff from under his mask.
The fox’s gaze flickered between them, clearly aware of the silent exchanges. “So, are you going to keep staring?” they teased, their voice laced with a challenge. “Or should I show you somewhere a bit safer than out here?”
“Lead the way,” Price replied, stepping forward, his voice a quiet command as he signaled to the others to follow.
The fox hybrid didn’t hesitate, moving deeper into the forest with a quick, confident stride, winding through paths that seemed invisible to anyone who hadn’t been born to this place. As they walked, the fog grew thicker, shrouding the trees in a ghostly mist that muted every sound and blurred the edges of the world around them. It was as if the sanctuary itself was wrapping them in secrecy, guarding its mysteries from prying eyes.
They came to an abrupt stop near a secluded glade where a small fire flickered, casting a warm, welcoming glow against the cold mist. The fox turned to them, their gaze unwavering as they gestured for them to sit around the fire. Soap dropped down with a grin, his tail wagging with an eagerness that made Price feel the faintest sense of relief at being out of the open, if only for a moment.
“I’ll make this quick,” the fox began, folding their arms across their chest as they met each team member’s gaze. “There’s a group of rogues here, causing chaos for hybrids and humans alike. They’re not subtle, and they’re dangerous. If you’re here to help with that, then I can give you intel—maybe even show you some safe paths.”
Price studied them carefully, his expression unreadable. “And what’s in it for you?”
The fox shrugged, a slight smile tugging at the corner of their mouth. “I don’t trust anyone to do a job properly unless I’m involved. Besides, you all look like you could use a bit of help.”
Soap chuckled, an amused spark in his eyes as he looked the fox over with admiration. “You’re not wrong about that.”
Ghost’s voice cut in, low and sharp as he fixed the fox with a piercing stare. “And how do we know we can trust you?”
The fox met Ghost’s gaze without flinching, their own expression softening slightly. “You don’t,” they replied simply. “But you can trust that I don’t want those rogues overrunning my home.” For the first time, Price caught a glimpse of something deeper beneath their confident demeanor—a hint of loyalty, a fierce protectiveness that resonated with him.
The fox shifted, stretching out with a lazy elegance as their red tail curled around them, a playful glint returning to their eyes as they looked each of them in turn. “Well, boys, do we have a deal?”
Price didn’t need to look back at his team to know their answer. He extended his hand, sealing the alliance with a firm nod, his gaze steady. “Looks like we’re in this together.”
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End of Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
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141 x assistant female reader part 5
Warnings: Crude language, Possessiveness, jealously, forced tattooing, nakedness
Ghosts POV
The fuck is she doing, y/n been taking care of Price and he's eating it up. The captain couldn't even stand being around her now that were back it just all changed? It's been a week since the team got back from our latest mission in Russia. We took out our target and his guards quickly but There were more men than we anticipated. Four of Arkadi guys had hidden in an escape tunnel. One of them triggered an IED trap, causing the captain to be thrown across the cave slamming into the wall. He suffered a couple broken ribs, two broken fingers, and the right side of his chest down to his lateral thigh completely bruised to shit. Now here he Is, laid up on the settee, while y/n makes him a cuppa tea. Price is a good mate and we've shared women before, so this feeling is new to me. Rage? Jealousy? I'm not sure, but I don't fucking like it.
Y/n POV
The boys came back all in one piece, and I couldn't be more relieved. I know I haven't worked for the team long, but I have come to care for them, even my asshole lieutenant, who has yet to speak to me. Simon, Johnny, and Gaz got a couple scratches but nothing to worry about. Price on the other hand got rough up. He'll be okay if anything his stubbornness will be the death of him. The man can barely move without being in pain but insists he does everything himself. I do for him as much as he will allow. It's getting late and I'm ready for bed, but I should get up and check on Price one last time.
Prices POV
I'm in my bathroom, struggling to take my clothes off for a shower when I hear a knock at my door. Bloody hell can't a man get some peace around here. My door creaks alerting me someone walked in. I reach for my weapon when she speaks.
"Captain?"
"Yeah, in here"
Y/n walks in wearing pajamas shorts and a white tank top. She's let her hair down from her usual tight bun. I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath fuckk she's not wearing a bra. Her nipples have hardened from the cold air.
"What are you doing?"
I look a mess standing here with my pajama’s bottoms pulled at my feet my shirt halfway off. At least I still have my trunks on.
"Tryna have a shower"
" Here, let me help"
She goes to move towards me, but I pull back "No" it came out a lot harder than I intended she seems shocked crossing her arms over her chest.
"Either I can help you or I can get one of the boys but you are absolutely not doing it by yourself, risking hurting yourself further"
I don't respond, instead I give her a nod.
Y/n finishes undressing me and turns to start the water. I step in, the hot water instantly relaxes my muscles. my eyes widen when she steps in after me, she's still clothed. the water making her tank top cling to her like a second skin. She grabs a washcloth lathering body wash. My cock hardens watching droplets of water fall down her chest. Her cheeks are reddening, I can't tell if it's from the situation we're in or the hot water.
...
Y/n didn't speak the whole time she was washing me or when she was helping me back into my sweatpants.
"Y/n?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you doin this"
"Cause, I want to help"
With that she turns and leaves me alone exiting my room.
...
Ghosts POV
I went to the kitchen to get some water when I walked pass prices room hearing Y/n and him talk. Why is she in there so late? Why is she in there at all? I want to kick down the door and hurt him for her cheating on me like she was mine but that's the thing she is mine. I clenched my fist refraining from doing anything irrational. It’s time I introduce myself... while y/n was in Captains room, I grabbed what I would need. I go into her office and clear off her desk. Afterwards I drill two metal rings on either side of the desk. Looping rope through each of them. I finished just in time to hear her footsteps coming down the hall. I stick to the wall and when she walks past, I cover her mouth and drag her inside. I release her and close the door behind me.
" What the hell Ghost you scared the shit out of me"
" Why are you wet?"
"What?"
I step closer towards her. "Why. Are. You. Wet?"
I swear I can see the gears turning in her head, she's nervous. Good she should be.
"I I uh was helping Price get cleaned up"
my blood boils.
"Strip"
"What?"
"You have two choices sweethart either strip and lay flat on your stomach or I can take my anger out on your ass"
Goosebumps spread across her skin, her thighs rub together, and she nods.
"Ok"
Y/n takes off her clothes and gets on top the desk. "Good girl" I crossed her wrist together and tie the rope around them. She's tries to pull on them, but she'll just hurt herself I made sure she wouldn't be going anywhere. I walk around to the other side and do the same to her ankles. She's so pretty like this I could keep her like this forever. I go into the bag I brought with me and pull out a homemade tattoo gun and black ink. My eyes scan her body looking for the perfect spot landing on her plumped ass. "What.. what are you doing?"
I walk up to her head pushing her hair out of her face caressing her cheek "shh baby, I'm gonna take care of you" she gives me a little nod and I start my machine hearing the noise she starts to thrash I pinned down her hips. " careful darling, we wouldn't want to mess it up" I give her ass a hard smack and begin my work 10 minutes later I stand looking down at the freshly done quarter size cartoon ghost tattooed on her left cheek. I look up at her and see her biting her lip, trying to look. smiling under my balaclava. I walked around to cut her free. Then leave slamming the door behind me.
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can't even have a vacation
tf 141 x fem!reader (? not really, but if i continue this, then that is where it would lead to)
cw | blood, death, reader gets hurt, grammatical errors, reader is a u.s. citizen (and has a job as an engineer) but nothing else of reader is described, ghost gives a terrible first impression (terrible jokes too), etc.
You raised your phone to eye level, a light, little smile on your lips as you pressed on the white circle on the screen. The camera on your phone sounding out a quiet click as it snapped a picture of the view.
As a U.S. citizen who worked the day they graduated college, you were finally able to take your very first vacation. So with your newly acquired passport, your newly bought luggage, and your taste for something other than the bland walls of your overpriced apartment you turned off your electric and water so you wouldn’t get billed, handed the keys to your sister so she could watch your apartment from time to time and headed off out of the U.S. borders and across the sea.
With all the time you worked, you had managed to obtain a considerable amount of paid time off, two months’ worth, in fact, so taking advantage of that you decided to take exactly two months. The second month of your vacation having your birthday reside in which you plan to enjoy fully in some rich, extravagant hotel and restaurant.
Now, you may not be the richest person, but as an engineer, you could say that you made enough money to at least enjoy the small things.
In other words, you needed this vacation. Where have you decided to vacation to? Europe. Originally you wanted to go to Japan with your two best friends that you had since high school, but one of them is currently focusing on their Master’s program in college and the other is trying to get their nursing degree, and you? You needed the break. You felt like you would explode and disintegrate into dust if you worked another assignment for a moment longer.
Your friends were luckily understanding and even gave you some options. To be on the safe side and not to struggle as much, you decided to vacation where people spoke English. If you had your friends with you, then you would be a bit more daring and maybe visit a country with no English at all (not counting other tourists), but since you were alone, you didn’t want to risk it.
You brought your phone down then, your eyes bright with excitement as you moved out of everyone’s way a bit inside the hallway to sift through all the cool pictures you managed to take.
You were only three days into your vacation and so far everything was good.
“I am getting hungry though,” you said to yourself, “maybe I should go change out my currency in my wallet instead of using my card all the time…”
You thought it over for a moment before deciding that that was what you wanted to do and searched for the map icon on your phone. Though, before you could type out what you needed, the floor shook suddenly, violently. The force of whatever caused the shaking made both you and everyone else in the hallway of the building fall to the ground.
Your knees hit the floor rather harshly as you winced before looking up, the lights flickered on and off before you heard a door slam open down the hall. Shaking your head, you turned so that you were sitting on the floor to see where the door slam came from, only to see the people with guns come up from the stairway.
“What the-“
Before you could finish the question, there were gunshots. The sound made you flinch and duck down as everyone else around you began to scream and hastily get up to start running. Not wanting to be left to whoever started shooting, you managed to get up in your panicked state and follow the crowd. Though, before you could get far, you were pushed harshly from the side making you stumble again and fall backward. Instead of hitting the floor, however, your ass made contact with an abandoned wheelchair instead.
Huffing, you went to stand up, but before you could even move a muscle, your eyes were met with an end of a gun barrel. The mere sight of it caused you to freeze, your hands slowly coming up to raise above your head.
The man holding the gun seemed to start laughing as he called over one of his “buddies” over and started to talk to one another in a language you didn’t recognize. Then the man who still had his gun pointed at you, kicked your shoe and spoke to you. The confused look on your face gave him the answer he needed as cleared his throat.
“Little disabled girl got abandoned, huh?”
Disabled?
You looked down at the wheelchair you were in.
Oh.
You didn’t know if you should correct him or not. I mean, is it morally wrong to act disabled if it lets you live? Biting the inside of your cheek, you decided not to lie about it even if it saved your life.
“Not disabled,” you managed to say, “when I was running, I was pushed aside and fell into the chair. Before I could get up and run again, you were already pointing your gun at me.”
You didn’t know how much English the man understood, but you hoped it was enough.
The man seemed to laugh again as you spoke, “weird accent, you have. United States?”
You nodded, hands still raised.
“Poor little American. Wrong place, wrong time.”
Well, damn.
You watched as he fixed his hold on his gun and re-aimed it. The barrel of it now more center with your forehead. You didn’t realize it, but your breath became quicker, your heart running like a horse as time seemed to slow. It was like you could feel everything all at once. The sweat that started to form in your palms, the way your back started to feel cold, how your legs and knees were as tenses as logs, and the way you could feel your blood coursing through your heart as he thumped loud against your rib cage.
And just as he moved his finger to the trigger, there was another explosion catching the men off guard, a foot soon colliding with the glass window as someone broke right through it.
“Shit! They’re here already?!”
Turning his attention from you, you watched as he shifted his gun to the windows which was when you could finally hear the helicopters and see what you hoped were good guy soldiers zip lining down to the windows and breaking them open.
Bullets immediately began to fly, and this time you didn’t wait for anyone to stop you as you jumped from the wheelchair and made a beeline for the empty hallway.
You passed by a few others who got shot before you, none of them moving. You couldn’t bring yourself to look down at them as you turned a corner, but just as you did you felt a hand roughly grab you and slam you hard against the wall. An arm soon moves to pin your neck making you wince and panic. On instinct you raised your hands to try to remove the arm, but it was like trying to pry a dog’s mouth open. Impossible.
Opening your eyes, you were met with a skull mask. The mere sight of such a mask sent you in a frenzy as you thrashed harder. Bringing up one of your knees, you hit him as hard as you could in his hip. He didn’t even flinch.
Thinking of something new and as quickly as possibly, you reached for his face instead, Your right hand grabbing onto the skull plating and shifting it in hopes of blocking his view.
“Ghost, let her go! She’s a civilian!”
Just as the voice broke through and the arm that pinned your neck was gone, you had let out a sputtering cough. Both of your feet touching solid ground as you hadn’t even realized the man had lifted you.
Looking up then at who you assumed was “Ghost,” you watched as he fixed his mask. His attention back on you.
“Are you alright?”
It was someone else who spoke to you. A man, probably the same age as your father, helped you steady yourself.
“N- no,” you immediately said, “thought he was going to kill me for a second there.”
You raised your hand to your throat and immediately flinched with how tender it already was. That was definitely going to bruise.
“Your accent… American?”
You nodded.
“Why are you here?”
“Vacation. But let me say that it isn’t going to well.”
You all could hear the gunshots going off from where you just came from.
“Come with us, we’ll get you out.”
“Only if he doesn’t pin me to the wall again.”
“No promises,” quipped the man with the mask immediately causing you to make a face at him.
“Next time I’ll aim for your crotch,” you muttered, referencing to when you kneed him in the hip.
He made an amused sound, as he crossed his arms over his chest, “was that what you tried to do when you hit my hip? Cause I didn’t even feel it.”
“You-“
“Enough. Ghost can apologize later, for now we will focus on meeting up with the others and getting you out of here.”
You were tempted to ask why they weren’t going to assist with the fighting down the hall, but kept your lips shut otherwise.
“Ghost, watch our back. Missy, stay behind me.”
So, for now, with the slight pain in your neck and everywhere else, you decided to follow this man’s lead.
Yeah… definitely the worst vacation you ever had, and it doesn’t help that it’s your first vacation either.
“Try not to get pinned again,” Ghost said behind you.
“Then I’ll be sure to watch out for you.”
A part of you knew that he was only quipping at you to make the tone lighter and to maybe not make you so scared of him since he did get you pretty good, but you still kept on your toes. Wait, who even were these guys anyway?
You were so caught up in the way that they didn’t point their guns at you that you forgot to even ask them, but before you could open your mouth the man ahead of you was already prepared.
“We’re the good guys, so don’t worry. You’ll be back home in no time.”
You decided to take his word for it.
#cod#call of duty#simom riley#john price#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#tf 141#simon ghost riley#ghost simon riley
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I need some omegaverse fics can yall drop some recommendations 😩
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