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Lorelei — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Part II

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Synopsis: Aware of the way his lifestyle doesn't align with your dream life and unwilling to quit his life as a soldier, Simon breaks things off with you. It isn't until a year later that he sees you again, a tiny carbon copy of him held in your arms.

"Can I hold her?" You dread the question. The way he asks it, the way he looks at you, the way you know he's going out of his comfort zone to come to your house, knowing you don't want him there.

"Sure." You put your pride aside, having the best interest of your baby in mind. The little girl is placed carefully in his arms, and it breaks your heart to see just how well she fits there, like a missing puzzle piece.

"She's so beautiful." He whispers, brown eyes fully focused on his daughter—his daughter. For someone who avoided the topic of family like the plague, the concept was still weird to even think about, despite the way the girl in his arms looked just like him when he was a baby, countless pictures hung around his house before they were permanently destroyed by his father in attempts to torment Mrs. Riley.

"What was that, Captain?" Simon crooned teasingly, leaning his head closer to the baby to try to understand the babbles that were slowly becoming more and more clear each passing week. Of course, she was still too young to talk, though the little girl loved babbling out at any given moment.

"She's lovely, isn't she? Shame she looks like you." Your words came out teasing for the first time ever since you saw him again, the banter in your previous friendship coming back for a second as he playfully glared down at you.

"Shame she acts like me too." He jested, the baby's mannerisms very reminiscent of his own. You poke your tongue out at him jokingly before looking back down at your daughter, the strings of your heart being pulled the more you stare at her. The little creature doesn't cry much, luckily, so you have all the time in the world to simply admire what you created— what you both created.

"Look at her tongue stickin' out." Simon pointed out to the baby's tiny tongue sticking out, a quiet laugh leaving his lips at the way she imitated you. You gently pinch her chubby cheek, planting a kiss on her forehead as a small laugh escapes you too. It's not hard for her to steal your heart, Simon noticed.

"Hush, darlin', daddy's busy flirtin' with mommy." He knows he's overstepping, but... it's worth the risk. He wants what you used to have back then, despite knowing he doesn't deserve it. He'll prove himself, Simon promised since the first time he saw you again.

"Just so you know, this—" You point between him, the baby, and you. "Doesn't mean we're together. Not a chance." You try to be stern, though you both can't deny the look in your eyes. Still, you resist, not wanting to be disappointed again. Simon leaving is an open wound that never healed.

"I know." He replied after a few seconds, not looking at you. His eyes were focused on the baby, holding her close to his chest as she cuddled up to him, quieting down from her babbling. He sat down on the couch, one of his fingers absent-mindedly running over the features of his daughter.

"I'm thinkin' of retiring within a year or two, once Makarov's dead." He starts hesitantly, not daring to look at you just yet.

"Do you think the three of us can be a family? I know I messed up, and I'm sorry." He finally looks up at you, though only for a short second before he's getting up again, gently putting the baby in her crib. He gives her a small plushie to cuddle, soft blanket wrapped over her tiny frame. He comes back to you, bare hands hesitantly reaching for yours before noticing you're about to recoil back. He doesn't blame you.

"I'll do anything." He swears, taking a step back to respect your personal space. You look away for a few seconds, arms crossed and a small frown on your lips. The thought of Simon leaving or dying is always there, eating at the back of your mind.

"You're retiring?" Is all you can ask, not bothering to hide the sheer curiosity and confusion. Simon has been a soldier since he was 18— it's all he knows. He has given up his entire life and family— why stop now?

"Yeah. Think it's time to slow down... actually live life a little, for once. I had to retire at some point, yeah?" It wasn't an easy choice at all. He has bled for the army countless times, lost his family because of it, lost so many allies he can't even count them in his head, yet the tiny girl was the one that made him realize enough is enough.

"Interesting." It's all you reply, eyes slightly narrowed as you look deep into his, seeking for any signs of hesitation or lying. You find none.

"I'm serious. I can be a father to her, and... a husband to you, if you let me. Just like you wanted." Just like you told him you wanted things to be. Just like he thought about before breaking up with you after 4 years.

"Don't have to give me an answer now, but I'm retirin' and that's final." He went to grab his backpack, pulling out a folder. He placed it in front of you gently before giving his sleeping daughter a soft kiss on the forehead, eyes fully focused on her as he memorized her features. It's gonna be a long time until he sees her again.

"I'm deploying in an hour." He mentioned, his back turned towards you as you read the papers. His will, updated to include your daughter. Previously, it was only you there.

"Not comin' back for a long while, unless things go well. If shit hits the fan..." He knows it's always a possibility when dealing with Makarov.

"You'll both have enough to live a good life." He was getting choked up. Not crying or tearing up, but uncomfortable enough that he was struggling to speak.

"Simon." You call out and he turns his head towards you, slight surprise in his features. It's the first time you call him Simon since he came back into your life— it used to be Ghost, much to his dismay, to place even more space between you. He never said anything about it.

"Something to keep your heart safe." You walk up to him, both of your hands holding one of his, placing a hard object in his palm. He looks down at it and his heart almost stops.

The ID bracelet your baby wore shortly after she was born. He nods his head once in acknowledgment, expression growing more determined as his fingers trace the outline of the plastic.

"Come back to her safe." Your hand hesitantly went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his forehead was against yours. He lets you, and you're both stuck looking deep into each other's eyes for what feels like forever.

"Come back to us." You plant a soft kiss to his forehead before letting go, basking in the slight sense of normalcy, ignoring your worthless pride for once. He leans down and returns the kiss to your forehead, nodding once. He stares down at you, memorizing your features the same way he did with your daughter before turning around and leaving, swearing to keep the silent promise with a newfound sense of determination.

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The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch 27

Have two chapters at once. Sorry for neglecting you all. Tonight, we feast!

things are about to get…fun

*Laika’s (Y/Ns) POV*

I feel secure for the first time in a long time. It is an odd feeling, but one I will try my best to get used to.. it feels… nice.

I slowly wake up, no longer in Simon’s embrace, instead slotted between Kyle and Johnny on a strange, smelly sofa. John comes in and starts going over Kate’s new lead on Makarov the Russians.

I try to hide my fear and anxiety about the possibility of running into old foes, however the pack of Alphas quickly pick up on my slightly souring scent, promising to stay close and keep me safe.

As soon as I concentrate on the strange smell, that I thought came from the sofa that we were lounging on in the new safehouse, I pause and try to figure out why it bothers me. Kyle’s gentle hand on my thigh tells me that he has noticed my furrowed brow and gentle sniffing.

“What’s wrong, baby..?” He asks softly

“Can you smell that..?” I ask in response

“The Beta scent? It’s probably just whoever cleared the safehouse before we arrived, love. Nothing to worry about.. yeah?” he says as he scents the air, trying to put my mind at ease.

I swallow and take a deep breath, accepting that I’m just being silly. “Yeah.. you’re right.. sor” - Kyle tsks his lips together and tutts at me. “No apologising” he reminds me.

I huff a small laugh and lean into his body “thanks, Alpha”. I nuzzle into his neck, where his scent was strongest. His arms wrap around me like a cocoon, as he easily lifts me from my spot and pulls me onto his lap. I keep my nose shoved into his neck, to keep the strange, somehow familiar, smell from infiltrating my senses.

John finalises his plans quietly with Simon, calling Kyle over to talk over his role in the upcoming mission. Kyle gently rolls me off of his lap as he stands.

“C’mere sweet girl” Johnny growls, grabbing me closer and squeezing me tightly as soon as I am untangled from Kyle. I can’t help but giggle whenever Johnny is around. He is by far the most hands on and loudest Alpha in the pack, but I’ve come to love him for it. Kyle smiles fondly at the scene before standing and moving to the table that is filled with maps and images.

I snuggle into Johnny and rest against his scent gland, again, hoping to diffuse the strange scent I had picked up.

“Sorted then” John speaks up, smacking Kyle and Simon on their shoulders. “Sweetheart, have you decided what you want to do, yet..?” he asks me.

“I think I can help.. I don’t want to be useless.. just tell me the plan, Captain” I reply, filled with false confidence, trying to fool the Alpha’s into thinking I am braver than I truly am. “That’s my girl!” Johnny laughs, squeezing my waist.

“Can I see the plan..?” I ask

“We will go over it soon, let me and the boys go and get everything from the jeep and then we can start familiarising you with what’s going to happen” John explains

“Be back in 5” Simon grunts, opening the door.

I nod and lean back into Johnny, exhaling gently. I watch as John, Simon and Kyle file out of the house and close the door behind them, locking Johnny and I in for maximum security.

Everything seems to happen all at once. The power cuts out and Johnny tightens his hold on me. Then all of a sudden there is a huge crash and a flash of blinding white light, and then heat. Everything goes black for a moment and when I regain consciousness, I am surrounded by broken wood and bricks. The safehouse had been rigged.

Johnny. Where’s Johnny..?

I scramble from my position in the rubble, whimpering at the searing pain that shoots through my shoulder. My sight is blurry, or is it the dust from the explosion? I hear thuds and fighting from nearby, the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the crack of metal against skin.

A hand grabs my ankle. I shriek and try to scramble away, uncoordinated, I fumble and scrape my damaged hands across the sharp rubble. “Love. It’s jus’ me..shh, c’mere quick, we need to leave. NOW”

It’s Johnny. I stop my desperate attempt of escape and slump against his chest, he grabs me and drags me toward a gap in the rubble, where the old door would have been.

“Johnny..? The others.. we - we can’t just leave them..” - I pull back from him, trying to head towards the sounds of fighting.

“They’ll come for us. We need to move. Are ye’ broken?” He asks, rapidly eyeing me up and down, eyes pausing on the areas of damage inflicted upon my body. I shake my head, clinging to his arm. Only then do I notice that Johnny has a bad gash on his upper arm, and a growing patch of blood on his thigh.

“Where can we go..?” I whisper to him.

“Dinnae ken yet, love.. but we need to lay low. Figure out what happened and who is behind it. The pack will come for us when they realise our bodies aren’t here..” he explains.

I gulp but nod. I knew I smelt something off

Three long, painful hours later, Johnny and I arrive at a boarded up flat in the middle of the city. It looks as if it had been abandoned. The front garden is overgrown with weeds and the paint on the door is chipped and peeling. The windows are smashed and replaced with boarded wood. Johnny thuds heavily at the boarded up doorway and within 3 hits, he has broken the lock. As soon as we step in the doorway, Johnny sweeps the abandoned space for danger, concluding that it’s safe for the time being. I glance around, surprised to find that the flat seems to be fully furnished, albeit with dated and damaged furniture, but still!

He reappears from the stairwell, and limps towards me. He finally drops his guard, collapsing against me and heaving out the most shuddering, stressed breath I’d ever heard from the Alpha.

I melt into his embrace and he picks me up and carries me to a room upstairs. He places me gently down on the creaky bed and huddles over me, collecting any blankets and cloths he could find in the small cabin, attempting to create a safe nest. He is mumbling words of reassurance, I’m not sure if the words are for my benefit or his own..

“Jo-Johnny..?” I whisper, trying to catch his attention, as he appears to be on autopilot.

He ignores me, I try again, grabbing gently at his wrist. “Johnny!”

His eyes meet mine sharply. “Omega…?”

“Let me look at your leg, Alpha. And the cut on your arm” his response is instant.

“Awkt, I’m fine, Laika. I need to take care of you, that’s all that matters right now” - “no, Johnny” his eyes snap to mine at my disagreement. “What do you mean ‘no’?” He asks with a furrowed brow.

“We need to make sure we are both ok, Johnny. So we can find the others.. I can’t do it on my own, I need to make sure you are ok too. So you can look after me…” I try playing into his Alpha instincts which were clearly on high alert right now. I think it works as I planned as he nods along and is quickly herding me into the bathroom and crashing through cupboards for cotton wool and any medical equipment he can find.

We spend the next half an hour cleaning ourselves up to the best of our ability. Johnny’s cuts aren’t as deep as I first thought, to my relief. My shoulder aches, but there is nothing that can be done about that, as whatever is wrong is internal. Johnny reminds me that it’s the same shoulder that I damaged in Las Almas. I should really get it checked out at some point.

We reconvene in the makeshift nest Johnny had made. “What’s the plan..?” I ask softly.

“I’m going to try comms. If that doesn’t work, I’ll go and buy a burner phone and sim, and make some calls” he determines.

“Do you think they’re all alive..?” I whimper

“Lass, don’t you dare even think like that. They’ll be fine. They weren’t in the house when it got blasted! They’re the ones who’ll think we’re dead” he reassures me, wiping the small tears from my eyes.

“I - I heard fighting outside though..”

“Aye, and you ken our Alphas dinnae lose fights! Si and Cap are like human fuckin’ battering rams. Especially when pack is concerned. Kyle will be keeping them sane too. He is the level headed one. They’ll be fine, pretty. I promise”

I sniff and nod, trying to convince myself to agree with him.

“I should have said something to John. I knew I smelt something weird..”

“What do you mean, lass”

“I mentioned to Kyle that there was a strange smell.. but he said it was a Beta’s scent. Probably just whoever cleaned the safe house before we had arrived. But.. but it was a familiar smell. One that I know.. I think - I think it has something to do with the ambush.”

Johnny listens intently to my rambling.

“You’re a clever lass, you know that, right? Try and remember the scent and who it belongs to.. I’m going to try and contact Cap.. just keep trying to remember, Bonnie”

I nod as he turns away from me and starts tapping away at his comms kit. I hear crackling and static. I stand and make my way to the bathroom. I sit down on the closed toilet with my head in my hands. I needed silence to rack my brains on the scent.

Silence

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. The tap. I close my eyes.

I’m back in my damp, dark cell. The sound of water falling from the ceiling used to sound like the ticking of a clock. The sour smell of my cell. The damp, dingy aroma. That’s it!!

“Johnny!” I gasp from the bathroom.

He scrambles to his feet and barges into the room. “You ok, lass?!” he panics.

“I know the scent” I breathe heavily, on the verge of a panic attack.

“Calm down, take deep breaths, love”

“It’s Sergei. Dr Dimitrov’s guard. The one that used to watch me..”

*Johnny’s POV*

Shit. As soon as Laika says that, I’m taken back to the day that I found her in that disgusting cell. She’d hidden, quiet as a wee mouse. I barged in that day expecting the asset to be some pumped up mega- alpha super soldier. Not Laika. Never in a million years, Laika. But there she was, frail and scared and wanting to die.

And they want her back, it seems.

Over my dead fuckin’ body!

[lcvesjj]

The final farewell & stuffed animals - Task Force 141 x MacTavish!Reader

Based on this idea :)

Task Force 141 x MacTavish!Reader (Y/n is Soap’s 8 year old sister)

summary : After Soap’s death the 141 met his baby sister Y/n. If only they could've met her in a different place and at a different time…

warnings : very angsty, Soap dies, no happy endings, crying, funerals, not beta read 

a/n : hi so this is my first time writing anything for Call of Duty so please go easy on me, since I know this isn't the best but I just thought that this prompt would fit :)

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After Soap died, the 141 found out that he had a family. Since Soap never really mentioned anyone they were surprised to find out that he had an eight year old sister. They never met her- they only saw a picture of her after they looked through Soaps things after his death. He kept a small photo of her smiling while sitting on a small cliff in the middle of his notebook. The photo was probably taken somewhere in Scotland when he took some time off from the military.

It was Price’s idea to have a small funeral for Soap instead of just spreading his ashes like they originally wanted too. They thought it would be best if they allowed his sister and mother to say a final farewell and see him one last time. Contacting Soap's mother was the hardest thing that they ever had to do.

Fighting Makarov and seeing the horrors they saw on the daily was awful- but seeing how Johnny’s mother collapsed onto the floor sobbing after finding out she lost her oldest child. It was soon arranged to have Soap’s funeral at a small church in the town he grew up in.

They never saw Soap’s sister Y/n until the funeral. She was wearing a black dress and hugging a small teddy bear who was wearing an army uniform. Johnny’s mom soon explained that Y/n had gotten the teddy bear from her brother right before he joined the military so she would always remember him.

Upon seeing Soaps open casket Y/n ran up to the steps and leaned over it. Tears were pouring down her cheeks upon seeing her brother laying there so still and motionless. He had a bandage around his head to cover up the wound from where Makarov had shot him. “Johnny- you have to wake up! You have to wake up!” His sister cried hoping this was all some sick prank and that her brother would wake up and yell that it was all a prank and that he was okay. 

But he never did.

Soap was gone. 

Upon seeing Y/n sob over Soap’s casket her mother rushed up trying to pull away the little girl. Before she managed to pull the Y/n away, she stood up on her tippy toes and reached over to place her beloved teddy bear in the casket with Johnny.

When Y/n’s mother tried to take the bear back and give it to her, Y/n just cried out. “No! Please- he needs it. He’ll be scared all alone, he hates the dark. He hates the dark, I don’t want him to be alone.” She just cried uncontrollably.

Ghost could feel the tear gathering in his eyes, he was usually an emotionless man but upon seeing his best friend's little sister cry like that he could feel his heart snap into tiny pieces. Price even wiped away a few tears upon watching Soap’s mother pull Y/n away from the casket and into her arms gently reassuring the little girl that Soap was now safe and that he was okay.

After the short service Johnny’s mom insisted on the 141 coming over to at least rest for a bit before they went back to where they were staying. Y/n was sitting in front of the dark fireplace silently, she was hugging her knees to her chest while tears poured down her cheeks. Gaz looked over at Soap’s mother silently asking if it was okay if he tried to talk to Y/n, she just nodded and whispered “Go ahead.” with a sad smile.

Gaz sighed and after looking over at Ghost and Price he took a deep breath and approached Y/n sitting down on the floor next to her. “You’re Gaz right?” She sniffled while looking over at him with red teary eyes. “Yes, that’s me. I’m guessing your brother told you a little about us huh?” He questioned her gently. 

“He’d talk about you a lot. All of you. He even promised me that when I got a little older he’d take me to the 141 base and show me around. He promised…” Y/n whispered to which Gaz nodded sadly while looking around the small but cosy living room. “You’re really brave y’know that right?” He asked while gently reaching for a box of tissues and handing them to her. “I was scared. But I tried to be brave for Johnny.” Y/n says while grabbing a tissue and wiping away some tears. “Well you did an amazing job sweetheart. I know that he’s very very proud of you” Gaz said with a gentle smile.

“I gave him my teddy bear. Before he was deployed for the first time, Johnny took me out to the city and we went to the build-a-bear store and he allowed me to pick a teddy and some clothes for it. I still remember it since I’ve carried that bear with me ever since. I gave it to him since I know that now he needs it more than me. He hates being alone in the dark and I don’t want him to be scared.” She sniffled to which Gaz nodded sadly.

Ghost and Price were listening in from the kitchen and their hearts broke hearing what Soap’s baby sister was saying. She gave him his favourite toy since he felt like now he would need it more than her.

“Gaz? Do you think that he’s proud of me?” Y/n asked him curiously while wiping away some tears. Gaz nodded in response. “I know that he’s very very proud of you Y/n. You were very very brave.” He reassured her while hugging her tightly. 

THE END.

[nina-renmen]

Bleed For Me pt.1

Makarov x black reader

warnings: Yandere themes, slapping, makarov looses his shit, killing, mentions of reader having braids, mentions of sex without aftercare

Russia was bound to be cold. That, y/n knew. But she didn’t expect it to rain so hard. The dark, cloudy skies provided her a way to maneuver in the dark. A sharp dagger she’d taken from Makarov was hidden in her pocket as she pressed her back up against the wall. A pair of footsteps came closer to her, prompting the darker skinned woman to pull out her weapon. Her trained fingers gripping onto the dagger tightly.

Bending her knees she watched the floor to see a shadows from the man. Once she did she waited a few more seconds before lunging out and driving the knife into the guards throat skillfully. Twisting the knife she pulled it out, letting the man that was twice her size fall to the floor. She crouched down, searching the guard. To her luck she found a gun on him, some money and a key card. Looking around, her hands gripped the guards legs, dragging him into the dark and hiding the body within the shadows.

Y/n would have to move quick. It’d only be a matter of time before Makarov realized that his ‘loving’ girlfriend was gone. Y/n’s cheek still stung from the harsh slap she’d received from Makarov during their argument earlier.

Y/n could remember the anger she’d harbored for some time. She was in their shared room- or now Makarov’s room. It was the third time Makarov slept with y/n without giving her any type of aftercare. The bruises on her body ached and tears welled up in her eyes but she held them back. She would not cry over something like this. For the last year it felt as if Makarov no longer cared for the poor girl. He was always at meetings, making deals and killing civilians. So y/n did what she did best. She packed up and got ready to leave.

“And where are you going?” Y/n’s movements didn’t stop as she calmly folded the pair of pants. “Somewhere.” Y/n said vaguely which only made the males eyebrows furrow in annoyance.

“You’re not leaving.” Makarov said as he leaned on the doorway, preventing y/n from leaving.

“I am and I will.” Y/n retorted as she opened her bedside drawer and pulled out a dagger that Makarov had personalized just for her. He did it to teach her how to fight, not knowing that her parents used to make her fight within an underground arena as the young age of sixteen. It was illegal, and under the table. No one put it on any of her records, it was something to be buried in her ‘past life’.

“Why is that? You have everything you need here. I give you everything you could ever want. Jewelry, I take you to high class restaurants, galas…anywhere you wanted to go I’ve taken you to. So why leave?” Makarov was partially right. He spent copious amounts of money. But y/n don’t want the money.

“It….feels like you don’t care for me anymore.” Y/n whispered as she stood up from kneeling beside the dresser, stuffing the dagger in her pocket. She flinched when Makarov’s arms snaked around her waist. He pushed her braids away from the side of her neck. The hickeys on her neck from last night were still fresh. “And you think that because…?” Makarov trailed off, waiting for you to answer as he kissed your neck. It was the most affection he’d given you in weeks, that didn’t involve in sex.

“You’re no longer affectionate with me. Anything that dosn’t involve sleeping with me you don’t want to do. You’re aggressive and overprotective to the point I feel as if I’m suffocating.” Y/n said honestly. Makarov’s grip tightened.

“You know I’m busy-“

“But you’re free to fuck me every other day?” Y/n cut him off. Her tone surprised him. His manipulation tactics were no longer working.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Makarov asked as he kissed your cheek. “You know I’d drop everything for you.” He whispered tenderly, his hands going under your shirt. Y/n already knew where this was going. She immediately shook him off. “This is what I’m talking about! You’re insufferable!-“

She hadn’t even realized what had happened until this sharp noise had echoed throughout the air. Her cheek throbbing in pain. But she didn’t react, she was in shock. Makarov never put his hands on her before.

Immediately he took his chance. Pushing y/n up against the wall, he grabbed her face tightly. Putting pressure on the tender spot. Making y/n wince.

“You will listen and you will listen close.” Makarov growled, pushing his body up against her own. “Yell at me again and I will cut your tongue. If you even speak about leaving me again I will cut your tongue. Do I make myself clear?” When y/n didn’t answer Makarov snatched the dagger from within her pocket, putting the cold metal up against her throat. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” He asked darkly to which y/n nodded slowly. Makarov pushed her head into the wall, making a loud thudding noise as the back of her skull came in contact with the wall. Y/n didn’t cry out in pain, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her.

As Makarov turned to leave, y/n swift and nimble hands pulled out the spare dagger he had on his thigh holster, efficiently hiding it as he slammed the door shut.

And that’s why she was here now. Taking one more look around her surroundings, y/n stood up from her position next to the dead body and maneuvered within the shadows. The bloodied knife and pistol now in her grasp as she moved thought the base. She almost forgot what it was like to live like this. All the years of being pampered by Makarov almost made her forget what it’s like to be in the run, to fend for your life.

Just as y/n made it out the doors she heard Makarov’s voice. Yelling commands at his soldiers to search the base for you. Just then, y/n pulled her hood over her freshly done hair before hopping over a wall.

[fixfoxnox]

Hii gmorning/night/evening! Hope you are having a really nice day.

I don't quite know if you're doing a platonic request, but if you can. Can I request maybe a fic or maybe a scenario, Tf141 and younger reader (younger than gaz himself) whose father is makarov himself and on one mission when Tf141 were capturing makarov the reader were forced to do the interrogation on their own father (the reader did it with professionalism ofc), makarov.

How would the Tf141 react when they found out that makarov was the reader father maybe around a day after the mission ended, the reader been in a both deep thought and sour mood when the mission ended. (Poor reader was trying to not punch cry on spot when he see makarov)

Anyway! Just that I hope it's not that confusing 👉👈 have a nice day!

Fun fact, if we're using Makarov's age in the OG game reader could be like as old as like 27 or so depending on how old Makarov was when they were born (Makarov is 47 when he dies in the OG games so he's like 46-47 during the events of the game)

Task Force 141 With a Platonic! GN! Reader Who is Makarov's Child

Characters: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Roach

Warnings: Brief injury to reader

"Vladimir Makarov," they made their way into the room carefully, catching the attention of the man currently tied to the chair in the center of the room. Makarov tilted his head at them, a smile quirking up his lips. "We have to talk. If you answer my questions, this will go easy for you. If you don't, I'll have to pass you over to someone with a lot more bloodlust than me."

Makarov paused for a moment before a chuckle left his lips. The sound of it echoed around the room. They grit their teeth as the almost taunting noise bounced around their head. "Makarov? Really? Is that how this is going to be?" Makarov's voice was low and careful and that grin remained on his lips.

"Would you prefer it if I just referred to you as the fucking terrorist?" they shot back, trying to avoid the obvious tension in the room.

"You could call me father. That's what I am, aren't I? Your father."

"Not right now," they stood taller, but all of their body felt tense. This was not a situation they ever wanted to find themself in, but the team had all unanimously voted. They would try Makarov first. If only the team knew why that was such a bad idea. "Right now, you're Vladimir Makarov, head of the Ultranationalists. A Russian terrorist group."

Makarov shook his head, a low tutting noise escaping his lips, "Now, now, that isn't how this works. I'm always your father, whether you're on the," he eyed them disdainfully for a moment, "wrong side of things or not."

Their father was taunting them. He wanted to get a reaction out of them. They could tell with just the way he talked. They'd seen him do it to enough people over the years to know what to watch out for. As odd as it was and as much as they hated to admit it, it helped that Makarov was who he was to them. It helped them see what was happening. They decided to change the subject.

"The girl. Where is she?"

Makarov gave a low hum and leaned back in his seat casually, "You know you used to stand like that when you wanted a treat from a store. A bit of candy or something." They tensed a bit, quickly shifting their position to something different. It pulled a chuckle from Makarov and made their face burn an angry red, "I suppose all things change with time."

"The president's daughter," their voice was a bit harsher than they meant for it to be and they knew it was because of their father's taunting. They took a moment to calm themself, "Where is the president's daughter?"

"I miss the days when you were so little and starry-eyed," Makarov sighed wistfully, "You used to hang off of my arm."

"Answer the question."

"I wish that you would drop this act of rebellion," Makarov narrowed his eyes at them, "Finally come home. There is a welcome place for you right at my side. There is always a place for family."

"This isn't a rebellion!" Their hands clenched at their side. Despite the fact that their father was the one restrained, despite the fact that they were the one standing with supposedly all of the power in the room, they felt like a helpless child. There were warring feelings in their chest, anger toward their father, and an ache for the family that they loved and missed. This was the problem. Their father was a terrible person, they'd accepted that. It didn't mean that they didn't love him. It didn't mean that they didn't feel like a petulant child when their father scolded them like this. They hated it. "This is an interrogation and you are going to tell me what I want to know!"

They stepped closer to their father threateningly, but it only pulled a grin from Makarov. "Am I?"

"Yes!"

Makarov tilted his head at them and gave them a look of pity, "No, I don't think I am."

The sound of a loud pop met their ears and they quickly found themself surrounded by darkness. The only think they remembered after their vision went dark was a brief flash of their father standing over them and a hand briefly stroking over their forehead.

Price:

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"What?" Their head shot up from where they'd been furiously scribbling at their paperwork. Despite their hard scratches, they'd barely managed to get anything done with the reminders of their failed interrogation from the previous day. Their pounding headache and the cut along their face certainly weren't making it easy for them to forget.

Price stepped into the room slowly and closed the door behind hi.. There was a long moment where he just stood and watched them, unmoving. "You're Makarov's kid." They froze and their pen snapped in half in their hand. Price's eyes shot down to it before moving back up to watch their face. There was a long moment of tense quiet that fell over the room before, "The IT department was able to piece together a part of the footage from yesterday."

"Price," they started carefully, their voice quiet, "I don't-"

"Why didn't you tell us," Price asked again, stepping toward them carefully. His voice wasn't harsh. In fact, he sounded almost soft with the way that he spoke, "We wouldn't have sent you in if we knew."

"That's why I didn't tell you," they responded quietly. "I'm capable of doing the interrogations. I'm capable of doing the missions." Their voice steadily grew louder and louder, anger burning at them at the reminder of why they'd been so afraid to tell anyone in the first place. At the reminder of how their father's choices could impact their life so easily. "Just because he is my," they cut themself off with a growl before continuing, "my relationship with him doesn't change how well I can do my job! He's a terrorist, and no matter who they are, my job involves stopping terrorists."

Price settled for a moment, watching them closely. "You should have told us," he settled on after a moment. When they went to respond, they were met with a hand from Price, silencing them. "Not because I don't think you can do your job." Price moved around the table, settling next to them carefully, "Because if I had known, I never would have made you go into that room. Whether you can handle it or not, you shouldn't have to." He paused for another long moment, watching their reaction closely. "Are you alright?"

They had to think about the question for a long moment. Were they alright? After so many years, after hunting him with the rest of the team, after viewing him as nothing more than a dangerous and unhinged man, they'd come face to face with Makarov and were forced to acknowledge the relationship they had with him. Forced to acknowledge the fact that he was still their father and that, despite their best efforts, they still cared about him. They hated it. It had been tearing them up since the wall had been blown open and their father had escaped.

"I don't know," they finally settled on after a moment. They buried their face in their hands, shaking their head at themself. Their father was a terrorist. He didn't deserve their sympathy or love. They could hear Price shift and, a moment later, there was a hand rubbing against their back. "I should be fine. I should only be upset that he escaped but...I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long. Then...that."

Price was silent for several moments, just offering comfort with a hand on their back, rubbing soothing circles against their skin. They just sat like that for a moment and, despite the silence, it actually seemed to help. It was nice just to know that Price was there, to know that the other man cared enough to sit with them like this. "You know," Price started finally, "It's okay to care about him still. He's your family, whether you like it or not. You can care about someone and still know that they're a bad person. It doesn't make you a bad person."

"I don't know if that applies here," they snorted and looked up at Price with wet eyes, "he's a terrorist."

"And you recognize that," Price nodded to them, his face serious. "But you can't just expect all of the memories, all of the love, all of it to just disappear. It's okay." There was a short moment that passed before they were rushing up from their chair to wrap Price up in a hug, their face buried into his shoulder.

"Thank you," they managed to mumble out. They were still conflicted. they still felt guilty. They didn't think that would be going away any time soon. But it certainly helped to have someone like Price around to provide them with a bit of comfort in times like this.

Ghost:

"You know, hiding like this won't do anything for you."

They looked up from where they were moving boxes around, just glancing at where Ghost was leaning in the doorway, watching them as they moved around the room. "I'm not hiding," they called back, turning their attention once again to the boxes they were moving.

Niether themself or Ghost spoke for several moments. They continued moving boxes around the small record room, trying to avoid Ghost's gaze as he watched them. "So," Ghost started finally, "You aren't hiding you just...decided to reorganize the record room on your off time?"

"I'm not off," They responded, still trying to avoid the conversation that Ghost clearly wanted to have.

"You're on medical leave," Ghost responded easily.

"I'm trying to stay busy."

"Boring way to keep busy." They stopped suddenly, dropping the box they'd picked up back onto the table with a huff.

They turned to glare at Ghost, leaning against the box for support, "What do you want?" They threw their hands in the air, "If you're so certain that I'm hiding, why not leave me alone?"

"Because," Ghost pushed himself off of the wall and stepped fully into the room, casually walking toward them, "We need to talk about the fact that Vladimir Makarov is your father."

They tensed at the words, their face crumpling under the gaze of Ghost's unmoving mask. It was times like this that they hated Ghost's mask, times when they wanted to be able to read what their lieutenant was thinking but couldn't because of that stupid mask. They avoided his gaze, desperate to have something other than that blank mask staring at them.

"Look at me," Ghost ordered after a long moment of tense silence. They begrudgingly listened, turning their gaze to meet Ghost's eyes through the mask. "Why didn't you tell us?"

They didn't answer at first, they just clenched their jaw and resisted the urge to look away. "Does it matter?" They finally landed on, "I figure I'm fired anyway."

"Fired?" Ghost tilted his head at them, "Why would you be fired?"

They scoffed, "My dads a terrorist that we've been actively hunting and I never said anything. If that's not grounds for firing I don't know what is."

Ghost gave a low chuckle, "I will admit, it wasn't the best choice on your part, but you aren't fired." Their entire body seemed to deflate at the words and they were quick to lean against the table for support as relief flooded through them, "Is that why you've been hiding? Because you thought you were going to be fired?"

"Wouldn't you hide too?" They glanced at Ghost out of the corner of their eye, watching him carefully as he watched them. A moment passed before Ghost was moving forward to wrap a comforting arm around their shoulders.

They were frozen at the move. It wasn't often that Ghost did anything like this, so, in the moment, it was a surprise to them. After a long tense moment they relaxed into his arms, accepting the comfort that he was trying to offer them. "Our team," Ghost spoke quietly, "We're a family, you understand that? You're family, no matter where or who you came from."

They tucked closer to Ghost's chest at the words, trying to fight back the tears stinging at their eyes. It was nice to hear those words from Ghost, to be reassured that, just because the team knew the truth, didn't meant that anything would change.

"You know we're still going to have to talk about you keeping this a secret, right?"

"I know," they spoke quietly, "I know."

Ghost gave a short nod, but didn't say anything else. He just continued to press them tight to his chest in a comforting hug.

Gaz:

"Hey, are you in here?" Gaz slowly opened the door to their room. He'd been knocking for the past minute with no response, so he'd decided the best option would be to just open the door and see if they were inside or not.

Their bedroom was dark with all of the lights in the room turned off and any of the windows blocked by heavy blackout curtains. For a brief moment, he was sure that they weren't in the room and that he'd been told wrong by Price, that disappeared when he saw the crumpled lump on their bed.

He gave a deep sigh, a small bit of amusement running through him at the sight of what was clearly his friend tucked into a ball under their sheets. "Were you ignoring me?" he asked after a moment.

"Go away," They groaned from the bed, "I don't want to talk to anyone."

"You can't just sulk in here all day," Gaz moved toward the bed and carefully lowered himself to sit next to them. He didn't try to coax them out from under the blanket, not yet. "I know that the past few days have been hard, but-"

They snorted from under the blanket, "Hard? My dad, a terrorist, kidnapped the Russian presidents daughter, allowed himself to be captured as a distraction and to taunt me and managed to get away completely free. What did I get out of it? A concussion and a scolding from Laswell and Price for not telling them anything. Hard is too light of a descriptor."

Gaz winced a bit, "At least we found the president's daughter?" His word were met with a groan and a hand shooting out to grab a pillow and smack him with it. He gave a short chuckle before leaning back against the bed, purposefully laying over their legs. "You have to understand how we feel, though, right?"

"I know," Their voice was quiet and it sounded weak to Gaz's ears. "I understand if you guys hate me. I know I shouldn't have lied."

"We don't hate you," Gaz assured quickly, "It's just shocking is all. I mean, I personally was firmly on team Makarov is definitely a virgin," he was smacked with a pillow again. Gaz gave a laugh and, even though they tried to hide it, he could feel laughter shaking their body as well. "Also you two just," he shrugged, "don't seem very similar."

"You'd be surprised," they muttered from under the sheets, "I actually take after him in a lot of ways. It's just I'm not a terrorist."

"Well," Gaz grinned, "personally I'm glad to hear that." There was another long moment of silence that sat between the two. They stayed buried under their blankets as Gaz stared up at the ceiling, trying to decide what to say. "You know we don't hate you? Right? None of us do."

They shifted under the sheets and were quiet for a long moment before responding, "Why don't you? I lied. My dad's a fucking terrorist."

"Your dad is a terrorist," Gaz agreed, "You aren't. You can't choose who you were born to. I'm sure if you could, you'd have chosen some celebrity and be living a life of luxury right now." They gave another small laugh from under the covers at those words and Gaz considered it a success. "And, well, we understand why you lied. We might not like it, but we understand. Just, uh, please tell me that your uncle isn't like...a war criminal or something?"

They gave another laugh at the words, "Don't worry, my dad is the only fucked one in the family."

"That's a relief."

The two stayed like that for several more moments. Gaz didn't move, he planned to stay as long as he needed to. As long as it took to cheer them up. After a few minutes, they slowly poked their head out from under the covers, their eyes meeting Gaz's carefully. "Thank you, for this."

"It's what friends are for," Gaz gave them a soft smile. They returned it with one of their own.

Soap:

"You really shouldn't be here," Soap's voice was filled with concern, but they ignored it and continued doing their reps, sweat dripping down their face. "Didn't the doctor say you had a concussion? The last think you should be doing is lifting heavy shit right now."

They gave a deep sigh and racked the weights they were lifting to slowly push themselves into a sitting position on the weight lifting bench. they turned to glare lightly at Soap, a sigh leaving their lips. "I need a distraction."

"There are safe ways to be distracted," Soap responded, stepping closer to them. He was in his own workout gear, likely having come to the little gym on base for his daily session.

"You're right," They responded, standing up from the bench, "I'll go to the gun range instead."

Soap snorted, "Yeah, I'm sure that will be great for the concussion too." He gave a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest, watching them closely. "You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"What?" They responded, grabbing their water and towel. They had an idea of what Soap was talking about, but it really wasn't something they wanted to discuss at the moment. Really, they would probably prefer it if they never had to discuss it again.

"This," Soap motioned to them, "The training and the pushing yourself. I can see what you're doing. You should be resting." He sent them a stern look that really wasn't befitting of him.

"Alright, captain," they rolled their eyes, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just trying to find a distraction, something to pass the time. No need to look into it so much."

It was Soap's turn to roll his eyes at them, "You really think I'm going to buy that?" He gave a deep sigh and stepped forward to put his hands on their shoulders and guide them to sit back down on the weight bench, "Listen, I get that you're upset with yourself and you're blaming yourself."

"Soap-"

"But what happened wasn't your fault, okay?" Soap shook his head at him slowly, "It could have happened to any of us. And if it was any of us but you, I hate to say it but we'd probably be dead right now."

They clenched their jaw and looked away from him. "I should have known what he was doing," they tightened their fists into a ball, "I did know what he was doing and I still couldn't do anything to stop him." They looked up at Soap with harsh eyes, "What good am I to the team if I can't keep my head on straight when he's around?"

"Don't talk like that," Soap dropped into a squat in front of him, his eyes soft as he spoke, "You weren't prepared, none of us were. We all should have been paying more attention, we all should have known that something was going on." He shook his head and took one of their hands into his own, giving it a comforting squeeze, "You can't blame yourself."

"I'm," they hesitated for a moment, "I'm worried. What if he's able to get to me again? When it's more serious?" He shook his head at Soap, "I can't let that happen. I can't put you guys in danger because I can't get past my relationship with him."

"And you won't," Soap assured, "The next time we run into your father, we'll all be more prepared. You won't be alone. We'll be there to keep him from getting in your head." He gave another squeeze to their hand, "You just have to trust us."

There was a moment of silence between the two for a few moments. Finally, they nodded. "I trust you guys," their words were quiet, but they pulled a grin from Soap. "Thanks, you know, for this."

Roach:

"Course, that's what I'm here for." Soap popped up to his feet and held a hand out to help them up, "Now, come on, I say we go get something sweet and see if we can talk Gaz into letting us bully him on Mario Kart."

There was a hesitant knock on their door and they wanted to groan. They knew that it had to be another member of the team come to try to talk to them. The other members of the 141 had been trying for hours to get them to come out of their room, but they'd turned them all away. They didn't want to talk to them. They didn't want to have to explain.

"Go away!" They called, frustration eating at them.

"It's me," they recognized the voice as Roach's immediately.

"I said go away," they huffed, "tell Price that I'll come out to talk when I'm ready."

There was a quiet moment before Roach was calling, "I'm not here to talk about that, not unless you want to. I brought you food."

That caught their attention. They hadn't left their room in hours, too afraid of being cornered by the team. While it had worked great at keeping the team away, it had left them feeling terribly hungry. So the idea of food, food made by Roach especially, sounded incredible at that moment.

"Promise that you actually have food and aren't just trying to get me to open the door?" They stood from their bed and hesitantly started over, waiting for a response from Roach before actually letting him in.

"I promise," Roach called back. "I even brought dessert and drinks."

With those words they were quick to open the door and tug Roach inside, closing and locking it behind him. "Thank god, I'm starving." They were quick to grab the little bag that Roach was carrying and take off toward the small table in their room, unloading the several containers of food, drinks, and plates that Roach had packed for them. "You're a life saver."

"Yeah," Roach chuckled nervously, "Well, I may have lied a bit."

They looked up at him, betrayal on their face, "You're here to talk about my dad, aren't you?" Roach nodded slowly, an apologetic look on his face. "Traitor," They gave a sigh and collapsed into a seat at the table, "I can't believe you would use food against me like this."

"I'm sorry," Roach moved to sit next to them, "it was the only way I could think to get inside. But, hey," he slid one of the containers of food toward them, "Won't it be easier to talk about with a baked potato and steak to eat while we do it?"

They groaned a bit and took the container from him to begin loading food onto their plate. Roach was right, at least if he had to talk about it he could have some good food to go with it.

"Alright," they didn't speak until they finally had all of their food laid out and could start digging in to the meal, "Go on, ask what you need to."

"Why didn't you tell us that Makarov is your dad?" Roach spoke through eating his own food, digging into his own steak casually, as though he wasn't asking them such a loaded question.

They sighed, taking a few bites before responding, "I was worried Price would take me off of the missions. That he wouldn't let me help." There was a moment of silence where the two just ate, letting the words sit between them. "I want to help take down my father."

Roach watched them closely as he took a drink, just observing their face to try and read if what they said was the truth or not. "That's a lot," he finally landed on, "I mean...no matter what, he's your dad, right?"

"He's a terrorist," they snapped quickly.

Roach held his hands up in surrender. "I know that and I know that you know that," he clarified, "it doesn't change the fact that he's still your father." He paused for a moment before adding, "You know it's okay for this to be hard for you, right? None of us are going to judge you struggling with this. We're not going to doubt your ability to do the job."

They seemed to deflate at those words, all of the fight gone from their system. "I don't want to let you guys down."

"You aren't going to let us down," Roach's tone was serious. "You're strong, I've got faith that you can handle this. I just want to make sure that you know that you don't have to handle it. You don't have to be strong."

"I know," their voice was quiet, it was clear that Roach's words had helped a bit with the worry that seemed to be plaguing them. They'd managed to calm down enough to continue talking through the issue with Roach, venting their frustrations as they ate.

At the end of it all, they felt a million times better about everything. Roach had reassured them and talked things over with them. "That was a lot," Roach clicked the lid back on to one of the food containers, packing everything up. "I'm proud of you for talking about it."

"Thanks," they gave him a slight smile, "I feel a lot better. Thanks for listening."

Roach gave them a bright grin, "Of course, I'm always willing to listen. Now," he pulled another container from the bag and pulled the lid off, holding it out to them, "How about some cookies to make you feel even better?"

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The Filler Fics Pt.1

Beach Day Pt.1- Travel

Part 2

TW: Canon divergence, military inaccuracies, mentions of injuries/hospitals Inspired by @shyravenns art Summary: This is the first of many sitcom-style filler fics. Yk, the ones where they go to the beach, or go to the store, etc, etc. I am open to suggestions, as I don't really watch sitcoms, so please comment or request or DM me ideas!! This one is, of course, a beach-day fic that I have spilt into 2 parts. this is the getting there portions, pt.2 will be the beach :) WC:1080

It had been a long few months. The threat of global annihilation, the hunt for Makarov, Soap getting shot, it was just a lot, and they all needed a break.

Price had watched Gaz and Ghost spend night after sleepless night at Soap’s bedside, refusing to do anything until the Scotsman woke up. And he had been right there with them, although Ghost wouldn’t talk to him, the Lt. still pissed that Price’s actions, or rather inactions, may have gotten Soap killed. Price couldn't blame him. It’s not like he hadn’t been fixated on that one moment, mentally berating himself for stopping Soap from killing Makarov in the first place. He would have gotten in a shit-load of trouble for it, but anything would have been better than…well, he didn’t even want to think it.

The team couldn’t take another loss so soon after Roach’s death. Price knew that. Knew that if Soap didn’t make it his team would fall apart. And it would be his fault. 

Thankfully, Soap was alright. He’d woken up a little disoriented, with no recollection of the week leading up to his…head wound. Other than some faint ringing in his ear and occasionally bouts of dizziness, he was alright, much to the relief of his squad members. However tensions were still running high. Just because the Scotsman was awake and talking didn’t mean the very real fear that his friends had felt over the past few weeks had vanished.  

There were nights Price found himself studying Soap, watching the rise and fall of his chest proving he was alive. He’d seen Ghost reach up from his bunk and grab the Scot’s wrist, checking for a pulse after waking from what Price assumed was a nightmare. Things got a little better once Soap didn’t have to wear gauze over the wound anymore, but the scar was still an ugly reminder of what had almost happened.  

Soap was constantly mother-henned now, not allowed to do training, having meals brought to him, never going anywhere by himself. It was starting to piss him off, and Price could see it. Tensions were running high, and it was only a matter of time before someone snapped. 

“Give the boys some time off, time away from the battlefield. Time to recuperate and settle back in. They’ll be okay.” Laswell told him at their bi-weekly meeting they hadn’t had in 3 months. Price booked 4 flights and a week-long stay at a beach-house off the Coast of California that same night.

However, the flight left in 5 hours and he still hadn’t told his men. He moves through the base, heading towards the rec room that he knew they hang out at, hoping they are all in one spot. 

Aaaaand bingo!

 Ghost is sprawled out on the couch, Soap sitting on the floor, leaning against his thigh, with Gaz in the armchair opposite, watching some stupid show on the little TV they have. Price can’t help but stare at the long, inch wide streak where Soap’s hair hadn’t quite grown back, a grim reminder of how close he came to losing one of his men. His eyes are drawn from Soap's skull by Gaz’s laughter, the man's head tilted back, shoulders shaking at something that was said on the T.V. 

The show cuts to commercial, and Price figures it’s as good a time as any to cut in. 

“Alright boys, pack your bags. We’re going stateside.” All three of them look up at Price in varying degrees of confusion, “Laswell decided after Soap's near-death experience we all needed a little R&R, so we’re heading to the beach.” 

“Ah’ll finally get tae see that ‘impeccable bronze’, eh Lt?” Soap nudges Ghost, a grin splitting his face.

“We’ll see Johnny.” 

“The beach, captain?” 

“Yes Gaz, the beach. You got complaints, go talk to Laswell.” 

“Hey, no complaints here sir! Just makin’ sure.”

“Good. Because we leave in an hour so you don’t have time to complain anyway.” 

“An hour??”

“No time f’r y’r beauty regime, Gaz.” 

“Ah shaddup, just cause you’re jel-”

“Boys! Get to going!” 

“Aye sir!” Price shakes his head as he watches them file out, Gaz and Ghost subconsciously sandwiching Soap in between them. The Scot shoves Gaz, his shoulders shaking as the shorter man lets out an angry squawk.  Things have been tense, sure, but he can’t help his smile as his boys walk off, alive and well. 

Ghost hates flying. Well, sort of. Military transport ain’t bad in his opinion, but when he has to fly commercial? With civilians? And screaming babies? He hates it. Hates it hates it hates it. 

He's dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, a black surgical mask adorning his face. HE may have gotten comfortable with his team seeing his face, but the rest of the pubic had not lived through numerous near death experiences alongside him, and thus did not get that honor. Covid had at least helped with the stares, nowadays no one really batted an eyes at him, which did, surprisingly, ease his discomfort.

He shifts in line, sandwiched between Gaz and Soap as they wait to board. Soap is turned slightly, placing the scar on the side of his head directly in Ghost's line of sight. Gods he wishes he could look anywhere else. But its to no avail. No matter how many time Johnny had reassured him he was 'okay', Ghost couldn't get the image of his teammate, his brother-in-arms, his friend unconscious in his own blood, out of his head. He just couldn't.

Yeah, sure, he should have told the court-mandated therapist about that, but the she wouldn't have signed off on him going back to service and then where would he be? That right, no-

"Ghost!" He's snapped out of his reverie by Price, who is giving him the look. Whatever. Price should know by now that he wasn't gonna spill his guts to anyone, much less someone with the power to kick him off the team.

He hands his ticket to the attendant, mumbling a 'thank yo' before following along after Johnny, hands shoved in his pockets. Johnny takes the window seat, so he takes the aisle, condemning Gaz to the middle. Besides, he was the only one that would fit there anyways.

The plane takes off and, as if on cue, a baby starts screaming in the front. Ghost sighs and slouches in his seat. This was going to be a looooong flight.

Let me know what you think:))

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Heyy! There is so little content for Yuri and when I saw you wrote for him I screamed. I’ve had this scenario in me for a year and have no writing talent so I thought I’d ask you. The f!reader is under Kate and ends up on the mission to get information from Yuri at Arklov. They end up meeting and he’s immediately intrigued. I imagine her as a plus sized American so he’s just like they sent me you🤨!?!? Not mad at it 😏. And he just kinda flirts with her a bit as they talk. Also as a southern woman I think he’d find a southern accent so intriguing and funny! Love your work!

Another Yuri lover?! AND one who also sees Yuri having a thing for American women from the South?! Yes please 🥺🙏 Also thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate 'em

I'm gonna be mixing Reboot and OG Modern Warfare timelines a bit, though. Just a fair warning. We didn't get ANYTHING on Yuri in the reboot except for him being a Colonel in the Russian military so I'm gonna go with him knowing Makarov personally and having worked with him in the past when Makarov was still serving within the Russian military.

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Price and the rest of the team had left for a mission while leaving you behind. Apparently Laswell had specifically requested you for something, and Price agreed to leave you at base for her. You silently prayed that it wasn't just for some paperwork or a little fetch errand as you walked down the halls of the base towards Laswell's office. You stop once you get there, knocking before going in.

"Ya needed me for somethin', Kate?"

Laswell looks up from her paperwork and smiles, gesturing for you to sit in the chair across from her desk.

"Yes, actually. Let me ask you something; How good is your Russian?"

"It's decent. Why?"

"Because. I need you to go meet up with an informant in Russia at the Arklov base. He has information that'll help us with Makarov."

You raise an eyebrow at that. A Russian soldier who had Intel on Makarov and was willing to hand it over to the Americans?

"So ya want me to pose as a Russian soldier to go meet this person, get the Intel from him, and scram?"

Kate nods her head.

"Yes. It's important that we get this Intel as soon as possible, which is why I'm sending you out now. I'd go but the higher ups have me tied up with something at the moment. Nikolai should already have the helicopter ready to go for you."

Laswell then gets up from her desk and walks over to a closet, pulling out a neatly folded up pile of clothing and setting it down on the desk in front of you. It was a Russian soldier uniform.

"These should fit you. Go back to your bunk and get changed, then go find Nikolai and head out. I know you can do this."

You nod and take the uniform before standing up, heading towards the door to leave. You open the door but pause before turning back towards Laswell.

"Kate...Who am I meeting with, anyways?"

She smiles and leans back in her chair.

"You'll be meeting with a man named Yuri Volkov. Don't worry, he isn't a bad man."

. . . .

After a quick change and a long, long helicopter ride later, you finally made it to the Arkov region in Russia. You managed to sneak onto the base and pose as a soldier, grabbing a key card off an unsuspecting before heading into the base.

You sneak into the supply room where you were supposed to meet Yuri in, though when you go in there, there was no one else in the room. For a moment, you thought this was a set up but then a door on the other side of the room opens and in walks a man you figured must have been Yuri. He was tall, had a clean shaved head. His jawline was sharp, his cheekbones a bit visible on his thin face and he had dark blue eyes.

The man takes one look at you and his face immediately turns to one of confusion. When he talks, his voice is slightly deep and silky.

"Ты тот, кого послал Первый Наблюдатель? (You're the one who Watcher One sent?)"

He raises an eyebrow as he looks you up and down, mentally taking note on how the uniform hugs your curvy body just right. You notice and cross your arms.

"Да. Есть проблемы с этим? (Yes. Got a problem with that?)"

The man's gaze immediately peels away from your body, smirking a little as he walks closer to you and begins circling you.

"Nyet. Not at all. I was just expecting someone else....though I'm not complaining that you were sent instead of Watcher One."

As he circles you, he takes in more of your features. Your plush thighs, your wide hips and the curve of your belly....it stirred something inside him. He stops in front of you and extends his hand.

"Well, it's nice to meet you....?"

He pauses, waiting for you to introduce yourself. You uncross your arms and reach your hand out to shake his.

"Just call me Milo."

"Milo?"

"Yeah. Just a nickname tha' boys gave me 'cause I'm always got a can of Milo's on me at base..."

Yuri looks at you as if you suddenly grew two heads, completely dumfounded. You sigh and continue explaining.

"Milo's is a brand of Sweet Tea back in the States. Can't hassle with making my own at base so I just order a crap ton of 'em online and pick 'em up from a store nearby the base on my free time."

Yuri nods as he leans back against the wall behind him. Now that you weren't speaking Russian, your Southern accent was very prominent in your voice again.

"Ahh, so you're a Southern American woman then? I suppose it's true then. You all can't go a day without your tea."

He gives a small chuckle as he takes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and opens it, putting a stick in his mouth before lighting it and taking a drag. You roll your eyes and give a small huff.

"I could absolutely go without my darn tea...."

"Apparently not if you're drinking it so often that your comrades felt the need to give you a call sign named after it..."

You shoot Yuri a glare, which in return, he raises his hands up with a smile.

"Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing. I find it pretty cute....like yourself."

Despite your best efforts, a slight blush does creep across your cheeks as you try to look stern and serious.

"....Whatever. Do you have that Intel or not?"

"Ahh, rushing things are we? Da, I have the Intel right here."

Yuri keeps the lit cigarette between his lips as he reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a small USB flashdrive, placing it down on the table.

"It's got everything you need to know on Makarov and those chemicals he's been using in his attacks."

You take the USB, inspecting it before putting it into your pocket.

"How did you even get this information anyhow?"

Yuri visibly tenses, only just slightly, as if recalling a terrible memory, before he relaxes once more and gives a small chuckle, taking the cigarette from his mouth and flicking the ashes away.

"Ah, that's none of your concern at the moment....mm, what do you Americans call the ones you care for? Sweet Peach?"

"Sweet Pea..."

"Ahh, Sweet Pea...thank you."

Yuri smiles as he reaches out and gives one of your plump cheeks a little playful squeeze. Before either of you could say anything, your comms suddenly beep, indicating an incoming transmission. You pull away from Yuri and hit the button of your ear piece.

"Milo....hear me....Milo...."

"Laswell? That you? I can't hear you-"

You cover your other ear to try to hear Laswell better over the static-y comms. Yuri raises an eyebrow as he takes another drag of his cigarette as he watches you.

"Milo....Price couldn't....Missiles....Sarin....Arklov-"

Despite Laswell breaking up, you could easily piece together what she was trying to say. Price wasn't able to stop Makarov from launching the missiles that were carrying the Sarin gas. Your eyes widen as you look to Yuri, who only looks confused.

Before he could ask what's wrong, the sirens start going off. Without thinking twice, Yuri grabbed you and pushed you down, shielding your body with his own right before the missiles struck the base. The explosions shook the entire area, the building shaking and cracking due to the shockwaves from the missiles.

He quickly pulls you back up, making sure you're alright before firmly grabbing your shoulders.

"Unfortunately, Sweet Pea, we can't be seen together. You need to get yourself out of here. If you go down the hall and turn to the left, you'll come across a set of stairs that will lead up to the roof."

"Yeah, but what about you-"

"Don't worry about me. Just get that flashdrive back to your people...."

Yuri smiles, patting your shoulder before planting gentle kisses on both of your cheeks before turning to leave.

"So try not to die....I'd like to see that pretty face again one day....."

Yuri gives you a small wink before leaving, heading into an elevator across the hall. You stand there feeling shocked, confused, and even a bit flustered....but you quickly come back to your senses as you run out the same door Yuri left, heading down the hall like he said before taking a left. Just as he said, you could see a stair well at the end of the hall. Unfortunately for you, the Sarin gas was starting to fill the building.....

You hold your breath and run as fast as you can towards the stairs. By the skin of your teeth, you barely make it to the roof top and see Nikolai in his helicopter hovering at the roof's edge. You run and jump, making it in safely as you stop holding your breath and gasp for air.

As Nikolai takes you back to base, you take a look back and couldn't help but worry a little bit about Yuri. You hope he made it out safely....

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Ahhhh sorry for the wait! College has been kicking my ass 😅 I absolutely love Yuri and had a blast writing this. Here's to hoping Yuri survived in game and we see him in MW4 🙏

[itsohh]

QWERTY Part 4

A/N: Female reader.

Summary: On your flight to Russia you meet Vladimir Makarov himself and he takes an interest in you.

Word count: 887

Warnings: None

AO3 Masterlist Part 3 Part 5

RUSSIA 2017

“It really is beautiful.” You looked out of the plane window with a mumble. 

“Should have seen it when I was a boy.” A voice caught your attention and you turned to your side. Being in business class allowed you a decent amount of room so that you didn't have to interact with your fellow passengers very much. If at all. Yet the voice next to you seemed adamant about breaking that. 

“Oh?” You paused the audio that was on your phone and pulled the headphones from your neck onto your lap. Perhaps if it had been anyone else you would have just shrugged them off. His accent alone made you think twice. To give the man your full attention, you turned your entire body to look at him. “Are you from Russia?” You asked, curiosity written on your face. 

“I am.” He looked past you through the window. “It is my home.” He looked back at you and his eyes met yours. 

“Can you tell me about it then? About how it used to be?”

“When I was young Russia was a lot colder. Stronger but colder. People's bonds kept us together and we did what we had to do. There was never any hesitation.” 

Your head leaned against your chair as you continued to listen. 

“It wasn't perfect, of course, but we were close to it. Now these days it's warmer and our bonds have melted away. We rely on other countries for what we could do ourselves.”

“You want them to off Russia?” You asked and his lips curled upwards. 

“No, there is use in working with others. But bending over backwards for political relations when we have the power to lead?” His eyes sized you up for a moment. His eyes debated to speak more. Perhaps it was the genuine interest on your face that made him continue.

“Corruption, greed and an inability to account for one's mistakes were the reasons we have fallen so far. That and poor planning.” That fire in his eyes simmered down and his voice lightened. “But let's not tarnish your trip with mistakes of the past no? Tell me, why'd you come to visit?” 

You pressed your lips together. “A friend of mine suggested it. I had uh… trouble at my last job. She said a change of pace might be good.”

“You're planning to stay a while?” 

Your brows raised slightly and you blinked at his question. “I might, I haven't decided yet. How did you..?”

“We've been next to each other for a few hours now I've noticed what you're listening to. An intermediate-level Russian audiobook and I've heard your mumbles under your breath. I doubt you would bother learning a language unless you planned to commit.”

“Wow, you're really perceptive. Yeah, I haven't booked a return flight yet.”

“You're looking for something in Russia? Yourself I presume?”

“Oh no, I'm not-” You let out a small laugh before you continued. “I'm not travelling to find myself or some shit. I…” You glanced away and cut yourself off. “You're very easy to talk to, you know that? I feel like I could tell you my entire life story and I don't even know your name.”

He let out a low chuckle. “I have that effect on people if I'm honest I feel the same way. It's not very often I have such a beautiful woman listen to my thoughts about my home.”

You glanced down and then you felt a small contact that made you freeze. His finger lightly pressed on your lower chin and directed it upwards. 

“My apologies, I just had to look into those eyes of yours.” 

Your breath hitched and you swallowed before you whispered out your first name. 

“Vladimir, it's a pleasure to meet you.” He offered you his hand to shake but when you accepted it he didn't shake it but brought it up to his lips to plant a kiss. 

“Perhaps when we land I could show you around. Maybe help find what you're looking for.”

“Oh, I couldn't possibly- you must be a very busy man. I couldn't possibly waste your time like that.”

“You know, time is a very precious thing- every second counts. You are quite right about wasting time, it's always important not to. I assure you, it would be my pleasure to help you explore my country and perhaps ah help improve your Russian.” He smiled but didn't let go of your hand. His thumb gently stroked the top of your hand. 

“...I would like that.”

The flight descended and soon you found yourself behind Vladimir as you exited the plane through the back. “Wow…” You breathed as you took in the sight. Even at the airport, you could appreciate the country. 

“Quite different from Australia?” Vladimir slowed his pace so he walked next to you. 

“How did you..?”

“Your accent of course. You might have lost it a little but it's still rather strong.”

“Ah. I see.” You glanced away and you could feel his eyes bore into yours. 

“You don't sound pleased about that.”

“You're a very passionate man about your country, I wish I could say the same about my own.”

“You don't like Australia?”

“It's not home to me.”

“What is?” He asked but you didn't reply. 

[babygirl-riley]

Baroness Pt2

You had your guards take the 141 into a private room, are they friend or foe

“I’m on trial, waiting till the beat comes out.”

Warnings: talks of smut, sexual tension, military talk, violance, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut list

Pt. I

You watched as each guard took them up towards the office. You didn’t meet up with them for a while, needed them to stir a bit before going all interrogation on them. You spent the time with your guest, greeting them, laughing with them. You even gave a whole speech for them, telling them you appreciate for their presence and money for the charity.

Deep down you couldn’t stop thinking about Simon. He was here. Close yet far away. You turned to one of your guards and indicated that you would be leaving to them. Getting close to the office room you heard voices behind. They were taunting one of guards trying to get him to spring.

However you taught your men that even if you were cornered to hold your ground. They knew the consequences if they didn’t. You opened the door, feeling the eyes lay on you. Particularly Simon’s, the only eyes you wanted.

“They are trained to not budge Sargent,” You said slyly, knowing it was the Scottish one. “Leave us.” You ordered to the two guards.

Simon’s eyes watched you as you fully walked in. You were beautiful still, how much anger boiled inside him, he still loves you. He wanted to hug you hold you but after this pull he wants to yell at you fuck you against a wall even. When both of you had bad days at work they would use each other with code words. Red. Red was the word. Hard. Rough. No talking. Just moaning, screaming, and grunts. Just junking about it had Simon having more of a difficult time unthinking it. Especially the fucking slit on your leg, traveling up to where he couldn’t stop thinking about.

They nodded their heads and walked out, you followed them, shut the door once they left. Laswell watched as you walked over to the side where none of them stood. You didn’t know who to trust or even know they would attack. “Not really a warm welcome.” Laswell commented.

“Not really enjoyed you breaking into my computer especially after I invited you here.” You snapped back, listening to the heels against the flooring, slowly taking off the mask and placing it on the table.

“You invited us here?” Simon asked having his body leaned up against the wall and arms folded. Guarded.

You smirked. “I only give out the invitations Simon.”

The room grew tense. “Simon? How do you know…”. Gaz asked; you knew of them, read their records, know lots of them.

You chuckled. “We go back don’t we?”

Simon glared at you, you knew that glare far too well. It meant shut it or I will for you. It was mostly used for a sexual act, which brought that feeling straight to your pussy. You inhaled deeply as you rolled your eyes. Trying not to think about the heat rising within you. God you wanted to just fuck right here, in front of everyone even. So addicted for nothing, he left simple as that. He thought this was better. So why couldn’t you stop undressing him with your eyes.

Was it beautiful chocolate eyes? The ones that would look at you lovingly every night. Was it the swollen lips? The one that would latch onto yours as you both battled for dominance. Was it his hands? The ones that would grip your hips has he would guide you to the bed you shared. You didn’t know. His jokes? His laugh?

“You realized you killed an government official?” Laswell said stating to the man that was found dead, CIA, he had the invitation at the scene.

You nodded being broken from your mind. “Very uncomfortable situation, you also realized that he worked for Makarov.” Everyone exchanged looks. “I take that as a no then.”

You walked to a computer that was linked to a screen against the wall. “How do you know that? Any evidence?” Price said looking over at Laswell.

“Damning evidence.” You commented pulling up a video showing an exchange the agent was making personally with Makarov.

All them watched closely before Simon slowly looked over at you. “How did you get this?”

“My guard, he was there for the exchange.”

“What were they exchanging?” Laswell asked.

“Intel, weapons. The same shit he has been wanting.” You explained leaning against the table.

“What intel?”

You froze, you knew what it was for. Information for Russia, Europe, US, and China. Things that he wanted for years, which was missile information. “Missile codes.”

Price scoffed. “And you let it happen?”

You rolled your eyes. “Happen? No I wasn’t there to stop it was I?”

“You work for ‘im.” Simon blurt out.

“Work,” You faked laughed. Of course he would think that. Simon was always the one to jump to conclusions as such. The worst in people. The wall between Ghost and Simon. You broke that wall down to have him trust you. Love you. Now the wall is back and not only standing in your way but Ghost was there waiting to slaughter if anyone went pass the all to Simon. “No I am his bitch. Meaning I give what he wants for Russia, politically. He wants to have the President here, I can make that happen. He wants black market weapons. I give. For exchanges for my loved ones. I don’t work for him. I am his dog. That’s why you all are here.”

“To bail you out.”

“To get shit done. I can’t do it not by myself. I got him at bay. He wanted to start immediately.” You explained.

“Start what?” Laswell asked standing up from the chair she was in.

“Another war.” You simply put, thinking about what would happen if his plan set foot.

They nodded. “What’s the plan then?” Price asked.

You pulled up all you had for them, showing them everything that Makarov gave you. It took a couple hours before being able to give information, locations, next meet. All of it. You were done. You wanted him gone. Dead. Simon kept looking over at you once everyone was settling in, making plans, and how to go about it.

You thought about the times he would stare at you like that during dinner. Talking about his day. Listening to your women drama. Or the way he would look at you when he pinned you against the mattress, having you mewling against his shoulder has he drilled into your oh so sweet spot. You missed him dearly. More than anyone would ever know.

You thought about how you could take him in the nearest bathroom right now even. Have him rip your panties off and tossing them somewhere in the bathroom. Sucking and nipping at your neck, leaving marks. Crying for him enough for your guest to know what you were feeling. How his grip on your thighs would dig in when he rammed into you over and over again until his and your releases. You were biting your bottom lip quickly, rubbing your thighs together.

Simon noticed, of course he did. He was side eyeing the whole time. Noticing your figure shift. Noticing your eyes set on him. The thing you most likely knew was him wanting to do the same, hearing you whimper his name as he fucking his cum inside of you over and over. Seeing that white ring at the base of his cock. He tried not to think about it feeling his blood rush to his cock.

“Baroness,” You snapped your head up, it was your lead guard. He signaled you to come over. You excused yourself grabbing your mask. “Kingfish’s second hand is here.” He whispered.

You snapped your eyes up at him before looking over at the rest. Price had his eyes on you. “You sure?” You whispered back. The guard moved to give you a sight on him. Sure as shit there he was. Shaking hands with one of your closest clients. Fuck. “Keep him busy, I will be there shortly.”

Once the door shut Price cleared his throat. “Problems?”

You stared at the door for a moment. Why was he here? Was there a rat? No it possibly couldn’t be it. “Yes. Today is your lucky day Captain, one of your targets have arrived to the party.”

[thegoodclones18]

Our Sniper PT.12

Prolog- while you and Eilish became more of good friends you had gotten along with him very well. Soon you learn what Makarov was planning for you when you spied on him to learn a dark truth about what his next plans are.

Warning- swearing

—————————————————————————The next day you woke up to the sound of buzzing and the prison doors open, you rubbed your eyes as you looked across to see Eilish stretching and shaking his head as he got in front] of his cell like all the other prisoners. When rolecall was done everyone did whatever they wanted for a while until breakfast you stretched your arms and legs as Eilish went to you and grabbed your arm “How is it feeling?” He asked as you looked down “Not so bad, I’ve had worse things happen.” You stated and yawned.

After a few moments, people began to head to lunch as you followed along. Eilish grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you to him as he caught some of the prisoners glancing at you “You ok?” you asked as you looked up at him “Hm, oh yeah sorry about that.” He said and let go of your arm as you two got your lunch and sat at an empty table. He would glance around to make sure no prisoners would sta*rt a fight with you again. You continue to eat as you look over to see two prisoners fighting as you watch them and their bloody faces you can see the blood on their knuckles and faces as guards try to pull them off each other. You watched as you ate your food as you began to think about Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and König as you wondered how their mission was going you looked at Eilish who was daydreaming about something as you knew it was best for a person to daydream at a place like this.

Asked König as he entered with some weapon boxes in his arms and sat them in a crate. “Makarov is a dead man.” Said Ghost he glared at Konig as he didn't want to see what was on that photo.

In a warehouse Ghost, Gaz, and König were setting up a base as they had a weapon area near the machines and tanks they were looking at the layout of the Gulage trying to find out how to get you without any alarm or defaults as they looked for an Escape route. As  König and Gaz were talking Ghost was still thinking about slicing Makarov's throat open when he got his hands on him for the things that he had done to you. The thought was cut off when he got a text from someone he looked on his phone to see that it was a group photo with you in it as Ghost had his arm wound your shoulder. He didn’t care about the text as his gaze softened a little as he was trying to keep hope that you were okay. He snapped out of it as he began to feel sorrow and sadness as he shook his head a little and his hardened gaze went back as he looked at the text to see that it was just Price. He unlocked his phone to see what it was 

J.Price - Any new intel on where the escape route can be or how you boys are going to get in? 

Ghost looked at the map looked at the lines that Gaz created took a picture of it, and then sent it to Price as he said that it was read at 12:24 and that he was typing as he looked at the map. his phone vibrates and he looks at the text.

J.Price - Good job 👍 

He rolled his eyes when he saw the emoji turned off his phone and then left the room “Where are you going?” Asked König as Ghost continued to walk “Smoke break” he said bluntly and left the warehouse as he grabbed a cigarette and looked out in the woods to see that it was covered with snow as he took his mask off and rubbed his face. He sighed and put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it as he took it out and blew smoke in the air. His gaze went down to his phone to see Price's message was still there as he leaned on the building and looked at the Messages that he had with you.

Snipe- Sooo Is it bad that I may be in a tree

Me- Hang on Im coming to get you, stay the fuck away from trees you damn squirrel!

Snipe- 🐿️

He smiled a little at the text and continued on skipping a few as it was mostly about a mission or talking shit about people or cadets. He smiled as he saw the images that you would send to him like you flipping off a Drill instructor's back or you holding a lit blow torch near a gas canister when you had to help fix a car. He looked at a recent text message and sighed as his smile faded. 

Snipe- Hey can I ask you something?

Me- What  is it 

Snipe- If we get out of this can you promise me something 

Me- I’m not buying you a dog

Snipe- not that

Me- what is it then 

Snipe- promise me you will do easy on yourself Ghost 

Me- you know I can’t keep that 

Snipe- please Simon, for me and for everyone else we hate seeing you break yourself down and hold back 

Me- I’ll think about it 

He sighed as he saw you type his real name as he can admit he has Been hard on himself lately. He turned off his phone and sighed as he took a drag and finished his cigarette. He didn’t notice the door opening and closing “Needed some time?” Asked König as he took his hood off. “Yeah I’m just ya know,” he said as he crossed his arms “Simon,” said König in a comforting tone. Suddenly Konig was on the ground as he looked up at Ghost who had rage in his eye “Don’t you dare say my name like that agin” barked Ghost as he then went back into the building leaving König confused as he got up and looked at the woods to see a group of bunnies hopping. He sat down on the ground and watched the bunnies as he needed some time to himself to try to calm him down.

As he sat down with the mask in his hand he felt tugging and looked over to see a Bunny with black and grey spots nibbling at his mask he smiled and calmly picked up the bunnie and put it on his lap as he petted the bunnies head trying desperately not to hurt it. He smiled to himself as the bunnie reminded him of you, while people were usually away from him or stayed near him. He looked around and noticed birds flying on a V line and then got up with a bunnie in his arms as he went inside. 

He heard Gaz and Ghost talking as he walked up to them and looked at a map he saw the escape tour that they chose as he was still petting the bunnie “König…. Put the fucking bunnie down” said Ghost as he looked at the bunnie as it was giving Ghost the evil eye. When Ghost reached to grab the bunnie it grunted as it was more in König’s arms sniffing against his vest. König held back a laugh as he knew the bunnie was not gonna go without a fight, “You can keep it, but if I see it near me I will not hesitate to shoot it, am I clear?” Did Ghost as he crossed his arms as König nodded. Ghost paled over at Gaz to see that he was misusing and sighed as he looked over to see that he was in fact petting the bunnie.

In the barracks, Ghost took off his mask and rubbed his eyes as he rested his head on the pillow and tried to close his eyes when he heard something plop next to him. He opened his eyes and looked over to see that the bunnie was cuddling up to him and was getting comfortable. Ghost rolled his eyes and turned over to face away from the bunnie as he tried to rest but felt the bunny's whiskers as he opened his eyes to see the bunny's face. He picked up the bunnie and placed it on the ground as he tried to get some sleep. It ended up that the bunnie was asleep cuddling up to his stomach that night.

The next day ghost was wearing a hoodie backward with the bunnie in front of him like a baby carrier. He had his skull mask on as he saw people getting ready “What’s going on?” He asked as Gaz went to him and was confused as he snickered “Not a single word or I will shock your throat” said Ghost as he walked alleys over to König he looked worried and looked for something. Ghost sighed and looked at the bunnie as he went to König as he knew he was looking for the bunnie “Ghost where is…..” said König as he looked over to see the bunnie in his hoodie. He didn’t want to die so he just grabbed the bunnie and pet their head as there was silence. “Mind telling me what’s going on?” Asked Ghost as he looked around “Oh Ja, so we got intel that this is a base or area that is near the exit and entry plan” he said as he kept petting the bunnie. Ghost nodded and looked at the bunnie as König caught on and smiled “Looks like someone like Lieutenant Fluff” said Konig as Ghost rolled his eyes. “Lieutenant Fluff? That’s a dumbass name” said a ghost as he crossed his arms “Says the man who carried him like a baby” said König as he chuckled “Let’s just go ok, and if you say one word about the bunnie I will skin it” so as Ghost as he got in a truck with Gaz and König chuckled and went in the truck.

In the Gulage, You and Eilish were talking as you were telling him about the dumb stuff you would do as he hung onto every word. There was a sudden silence which meant Makarov was walking through. The two of you stayed silent as your eyes followed Makaorv as he walked past everyone and went to a room. Everyone then continued what they were doing as you looked at the room “What’s in there?” You asked as Eilish looked over at the door “Probably some dumb Military stuff or just some kind of torture room” said Eilish as he shrugged. The guards told everyone to get outside and they all did except for you as you hid inside some boxes. The guards walked by as you stayed silent as the dogs walked by and barked, Once the area was cleared you got out and went over to the door as you peeked inside to see that it was dim and dark. You sighed and saw a vent and snuck inside making sure that there was no noise at all as you went through the vent. You got to the outer side and looked over to see that it was Makarov as he was writing something on a piece of paper like a document.

 A group of people walked by as they were the general of the German special forces “How long is this going to take Makaorv?” Said the general as he groaned. Makaorv stopped writing and looked at him “I will give ether to you when I’ve broken her into a perfect specimen.” he said as he got up and walked over and leaned on his desk sitting on it as he rubbed his face “She’s hard to break, even after all the torture she still is going to be on Prices side” said Makaorv as your eyes widen “Break her harder, I need her ready for the attack, you have 4 months to break that bitch” he said as he then left the room with his guards. After they left, Makarov slammed his hand on the desk making you flinch “FUCK” he yelled out and threw papers to the ground as he threw a chair at a painting. He took a deep breath and then looked at a file “Show me [name]’s file” he said as a TV showed up and a display of you appeared when you had to take your sergeant photo. He began to read your bio and looked at your skills and scores on tests and stuff. He groans as he doesn’t find anything to break her. He later got to your backstory as he began to read it as he still for ways to change your mind in order to join him. He waved his hand away as the lights lightened and the TV went back up. You snuck out of the vent and made sure the coast was clear to get out. 

  When you got out you looked around as you tried to get to the courtyard you bumped into a guard making you fall back. “Why aren’t you outside, get your ass outside now.” They said as they grabbed your arm and dragged you out not giving you time to say anything you glanced over to see Makarov leaving the room as he glanced at you and continued to walk to another room with a price of paper that was listed like it was a list of ingredients. 

You were shoved out the door as you looked around to see that the sky was a light grey and snow was falling. You walked the area feeling the snow crunch under your feet as you looked at the footprints with the shoes. Everyone was breaking rocks into pebbles and some were breaking down coal as well with a pickax. You walked over and picked to break down coal. You heard something walking behind you by the snow crunching as they placed something on your head. You turned around to see Eilish as he had a beanie on. You felt on top of your head or felt that he had put a beanie on your head. “Some people here are not cold-hearted.” He said as you smiled “Is that a pun?” You said as you crossed your arms and smiled “Maybe” he said as he smiled softly. You shook your head and looked at the coal as you raised your pickax and brought it done on the coal.

    When you got back in the Gulag, everyone had some free time as you and Eilish were walking around. You saw some of the prisoners playing poker, talking, smoking, or just arm wrestling. The two of you were walking around as a group of soldiers walked up to you both “Makarov needs to see you two.” said one of them as they grabbed your arm. You hissed in pain as it was bandaged “Come along” they said as they yanked your arm making you follow “What does he want with us?” asked Eilish as he followed but was playing with something in his pocket while keeping a keen eye on the soldiers as they were escorted to a room. In the office was Makarov leaning on the desk with two files on the desk with his hands on them as you looked at Eilish for reassurance. “Looks like I grabbed two of the finest Soldiers of Russia.” he said as he tilted his head to you “{Name} “Snipe” and Eilish “Death Watch” What a coincidence,” he said as he nodded and two soldiers hit the back of your legs making you two fall to your knees and your hands were tied behind your back as you had a rope tied across your mouth and tied behind your head. You tried to get out as you looked at Makarov with hatred “It’s a shame {Name} you really were one of the best Russian soldiers.” he said as he got up and walked over to you. You tried to get out of the restraints as you glared at him as he walked up to you knelled down and looked at you “It's a shame that the person you knew the most and who took care of you caused the most damage to you.” he said ad you were confused.  

    He smirks and snaps his fingers as his men put a gas mask over you there was a tube that was connected to a canaster and the soldiers turned it on as gas slowly went into your mask you tried to fight back but couldn’t as the last thing you heard was Makarovbs voice talking to Eilish “Good job soldier.” he said as your vision soon turned black as you collapsed on the cold steel ground.

[thegoodclones18]

Our Sniper (Pt.10)

Prolog- As Price, Ghost, and Konig try to find a way to get you back and to rescue you from Makarov. You were still in the gulag as you were beginning to get used to begin there.

Warning- Language, violence, getting hit on, touchor, mention of branding

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You woke up in a cell bed and you felt a throbbing pain in your head as you sat up and looked around the cell to see scrapes and stone that was cracked a little on the wall and ground. You looked around and noticed how the stone walls had rust on them and you can see cracks in the stone. You stood up and felt lightheaded as you fell back on the hard mattress as you run your hand over where the most of the pain was. “Sleep well?” asked a voice in the corner of the room you looked over to see Makarov leaning on the wall as he was in his recognizable suit and had that cold expression on his face.  You felt fear and anger as you didn’t want him to know that you were scared as you began to recall some memories of what happened as he walked closer to you as you can smell the callone that he was wearing to cover up the blood and smoke smell. He looks at you and he glances  at the bruises on your legs and wrist from when you were fighting back “Just answer the question and this will be all over, what is 141 planning and where is the location of the base.” he said in a stern voice as you continue to glair at him. You kept quiet as he punched you in the face as you fell on the ground and looked up at him as you felt blood on your lip from the impact. “Tell me, where is the base” he said as you tried to get up and grunted “I don’t know”  you said as you grinned he grips your jaw and made you look at him as you smile and he punches you in the guts making you fall and hold your stomach “I’ll make sure you see death as mercy.” he said as he kicks your stomach again making you cough a bit “I have methods of making you talk.” He said as he got a knife out and flipped the blade out as he walked over to you.

      At the base König was trying to calm down as he got the news that you were taken by Makarov “Son of a bitch!” He said punching a wall made his knuckles bleed a little. Ghost kept quiet but she was raging as well as he really was a reactive person “Where did he take her?” Asked König as he gritted his teeth together as Ghost glared at him as he was pissed off as well and wanted to know the same thing “We don’t know but from what Gaz said, Price was in a bad shape when he found him.” said Ghost as König sighed as he knew that was true because when Gaz got to the hotel he saw Price in the backseat and he looked like he was beaten up pretty badly as he bandaged. “Scheisse, you're right. Im sorry.” He said as Gaz walked into the room with Soap “How is Price?” asked Ghost, turning his attention to him. “He will live he just needs some time to heal, about a month or so.” Said Gaz as Price limps into the room and holds onto crutches as he was still in a bad shape. They all kept quiet as Price limps over to the table and sits down as he grunts in pain as sets his crutches near him “Any updates?”  He asked as he scanned at the three of them waiting for an answer.  They all didn’t say a word  “She’s In a Gulag in Russia.” said Keegan as he walked in with Riley following and sat down when Keegan stopped “How do you know?” Said Price as they are all looking at Keegan now. He kept quiet for a while then cleared his throat “There was a DNA sample and I gave it to Lazwell.”  he said as he sat down on a chair beside him. Price looks at Keegan for a while, König’s eyes widen a little and goes to leave the room as Ghost's gaze follows him “Where are you going.” Said Ghost as he could see the hope in his eyes. Ghost knew the feeling as he let him go and saw König walk out as he continued to listen to Keegan explaining .

    Ghost looks at Price as his eyes soften a little even though he was in so much pain but was glad to know where she was.  “Would you want me to see if I can contact a pilot?” Gaz asks as Price looks at him “I’ll contact Nik.” Said Price as he gets his phone out. Ghost leaves the room and heads over to where König was  to see that he was leaning on the wall. König. “Hey König, how are you holding up?” He asked as König looked at him and nodded as his eyes were telling a different story as he was happy and still mad at the fact that you were taken. Ghost nodded and leaned on the wall as he did in fact miss you being around making smartass remarks. He  just hoped that you are safe and that Makarov isn’t hurting you or else he will be 6ft under the ground. Ghost held onto one of his knives and realized that  his hand was bleeding from the blade.

      At the Gulag, you were laying on the ground with so many cuts and stab wounds that you were surprised that you were even still alive. Your breath was ragged and shallow. You heard the door  open as Makarov and his men walked in. You said nothing as you were too weak to even speak, the door closed “Thought about telling me where the location is?” asked Makarov as you looked at him heavily with your bruises and red eyes. Marco leaned his head to you as his men grabbed you by the hair and made you stand up as they held each of your arms in their hand to keep up as Makarov punched you out as a little bit of blood came from your mouth. Makarov held a taser as he walked up to you and examined the tazer “It would far , much easier if you just tell us.” He tased you as you felt your lungs lose all the air as your body shook for a little bit “Where the location of the base is” He said as he saw how weak you were and so close to dying as he stopped and looked at you for any answers. “You must be very thirsty, am I right?” He said as you were in fact as your throat was dried and your lips were cracked. He got his cantine out and signaled the soldiers to let you go as he walked up to you as you fell to the ground. He kneels down as he can see your visible shake, he touches your back making you flinch as he sat you up and opened the cantine with his teeth and held the bottle to your cracked lips “Open” he said as he was not saying it in his demanding voice. You didn’t know if this was a joke or not as you slowly opened your mouth.  “Good girl.” He said as he slowly poured water in your mouth, at first you gagged a little as it went down your throat quickly as he pulled the canteen away. You caught your breath as you shiver a bit because the water was cold as you managed to lick your lips as you tasted blood. He got up and went to talk to the soldiers as you were still weak enough to even listen to them speaking. You felt something weird happening to you as your heartbeat quickened and you were sweaty as it was hard to stay awake. You began to feel dizzy as your vision went blurry and the blurred vision of Makarov turned his head to look at you as there was a faint smile that you saw when he was torturing you.

      Price was still trying to find a way to get you back when he saw that someone was calling him. He saw the ID and saw that it was Makarov. He gritted his teeth as he knew that you were still in the hands of that monster. Price answered the call and then put it on the computer so that he can get a full screen. As he answered the call Makarov was seen holding a gun to your head as you looked like shit and had blood on you as he saw the cuts and stabs that he did to you. Price sits up as he grunts in pain a little but ignored it as he was heartbroken to see the started that you were inas he growled and balled his hands into fist “Your a fucking dead man.” Said Price as Makarov chuckles and keeps the gun at your head as he saw you whimper in pain “ Price you know what I want, I want the files and data and if I dont have them..” he hits you with the gun as Price hit the table as he saw blood coming from your head “ I’ll put a bullet in her fucking head.” said Makarov as Price was staring daggers at Makarov “You better not fucking not kill her.” said Price as Makarov helf your head straight by your chin as he put the gun your your head “ It's your choice Price, you know where to find me when you made your choice. Don't disappoint me.” said Makarov as her shot the camera as the call ended with static.

    As the call ended Price grabs his crutches and gets up with a grunt and goes over to Laswell to see that she was pulling up a map for a satellite view and it showed the Gulag. He studied it for a bit as Lazwell was getting more information from a spy there as red dots showed up where the soldiers would be guarding or be posted at. Price clenched onto his crutches as he looked at Lazwell “John, I know what you're going to do, you’re too weak to go there its a death trap id you go.” said Lazwell as Price glared at her as he sighed “I just… I promised her father I would protect her and I guess I failed that.” he said as Lazwell felt sympathy for him and touched his arm “We will get her back I promise.” she said with a reassuring smile as Price nods as he cant stop thinking about what you must be going through right now as he hated himself for not being strong enough to protect her.

   Ghost was getting his gear set up and so was König as he was walking around in his armor checking to see if everything was good to go and his gun was well loaded and full. He looked over to see a couple of helicopters show up as Marines walked out as he noticed that they were Special Ops and were heavily geared up as they were scattered around as they were getting some cargo out and slime vehicles . He looked over to see that Price as he was talking to some commanders and captains that were Marines as he was wondering what he was talking about as he showed them  picture of something as the Commander and Captain nodded and walked off to go to the Marines. Price walked over to Ghost as he looked pissed off but he knew he was just mad that he can't fight this time “Give him hell show no mercy.” He said as Ghost looks at the picture to see that it was of you knocked out and had the cuts and bruises all over you and had a gun was pointed at your head. Ghost felt anger grow eminently as he wanted to kill that Russian fucker in the Gulage. He walked over to the helicopter as he was approached by Konig “What happened?” Asked König as he entered with some weapon boxes  in his arms and sat them in a crate. “Makarov is a dead man.” Said Ghost he glared at Konig as he didnt want to saw what was on that photo.

           You woke up on a bed that you were not familiar with as you sat up and looked around to see that it was a different room.  You felt pain everywhere as you looked at your wounds to see that it was patched up and bandaged as you were confused a little as you tried to get up and fell down as you felt pain shoot to both of your legs as the door buzzed allowing that person in as you looked up to see Makarov. You backed up as he rolled his eyes and sat down on a chair and looked at you with his piercing brown eyes “You're lucky you're alive.” He said as you tired to get up as he rolled his eyes and gripped your arm and got you up as you hissed in pain as he did so “Stop fucking whimpering.” He said as he gripped your jaw and made you look at him forcefully. He sets you down on the chair as there was a tray of food that looked like throw up and a cup of water as you were confused on why he was being so nice now “Don’t look at me like that, I may be a monster but I make sure my prisoners stay alive.” He said as you began to eat the food. The food or what you thought was door and hoped so was gross and slimy but at least it didn’t make you starve as you began to drink the water as Makarov scanned your body and the cuts and bruises as he smirked to himself and left the room as you continue to eat. When you were dont you left the tray there and limped back on the bed as you whimper as you tried to lay back down as pain shot throughout your whole body. 

  Hours went by and you felt the pain die down a little as the area’s went numb as you continued to eat, you looked at your arms to see the creesh cuts and the dried up blood around it as it kind of discussed you. You looked around the empty cell to see a bucket of water. As you tried to climb out the bed without hurting yourself you army crawled to the bucked at saw that it was fresh water. You looked at the dirty rags that you were still wearing and ripped off a piece from the bottom and dipped it in the water as it was nice to feel water against your skin as you took out and squeezed the extra off and went to a nearby wall and propped yourself against it as you began to clean the blood trying not to make it bleed again. As you finished you looked at the cuts to see that they were not that major butr hurted like a bitch as you tried to get back in bed as your back was in pain from the rock hard mattress that was called a bed. You closed your eyes to hear the inmates here weather talking to eachouther or screaming from torture. You sighed as you began to prey that Price, Ghost, Konig, And Keegan will find you soon and will kill Makarov when they get you to safety as you began to fall asleep.

    Makarov was in the hallway torturing some other inmates for his satisfaction he did end up zoning out as he was thinking about how he can get more information  from you maybe more torture or just kill you. At the same time he did like seeing the fear in your eyes as they made it more easier for him to work and get some information. “Can’t we just kill her, sir?” asked one of the soldiers as Makarov looked at the soldier who said that “ It would be easier to get that bitch to tal-” the soldier son fell to the floor with a hole in there head as Makarovs glock was smoking from the end “ Ill decide hat to do with her.” he said as he began to think about it even more as he looked at the door and wondered what he was going to do. 

      You looked around to see if it was all a dream and sighed as you saw the same room that you were in as your body hurts less as you sat up and yet can still feel the kicks and punches you took slightly as there was a buzz and Russian soldiers were yelling for all the inmates to get to the doors with there hands behind their back. You got up as you limped to the door as you heard there footsteps get closer to you hallway as your cell was opened and you were yanked out and pushed to the wall as they put handcuffs on you and turned you back around to face the inmate across from you as it was a soldier like you but was in a bad shape as he had a black eye and a busted lip, he had a few burn marks on his skin as they look like they were from a branding tool. You looked at his eyes to see that they were tired and in pain as you wanted to comfort him but you couldn't as all you can do is look at the inmate. You looked at his uniform to see the number “1785”. After what felt eternity, the folders cracked a whip making everyone move in a slow but normal motion to the cafeteria that you were surprised that they had even.

   When you walked in there were cards on the second floor holding there rifles and were heavy armored as you felt pain on you back as a soldier had just whipped you as you couldn't help “ Get moving you slum!” he said as you got in line for food or what you thought was food as you got mushy carrots and bold bread with a bit of beef. As you got your food you looked around for a place to eat as you saw the guy from earlier as you sat across from him as he was eating his food and glanced up at you the back at his food as you began to eat. 

   You looked at the soldier “How long have you been here?” you asked to break the silence as the guy looked up at you “ 3-4 years.” he said as his voice was raspy and you can tell he has been through hell. You sighed and took a bite of the mushy carrots as you felt like throwing up as you forced yourself to swallow and gagged a bit “ Don’t think about it.” he said as you were confused “It will be like your eating nothing if you dont focus on the taste.” he said as you tried to and he was right as you “Any tips on surviving?” you asked as you continue to eat “ Keep your head down, and just give the Skullers what they want.” he said as he glanced over as you were confused and heard a deep[ voice behind you “Hey cutie.”. You looked behind you to see a tall well built man with tattoos on his arms and facial scars. 

As you continue to eat you swallowed “ May I help you?” you asked in confusion as you looked over at the guy across from you to see that his head was down “What's a cutie like you doing in a dark place like this? Here to give the guys a good show?” he asked as you felt discussed as he chuckled as he touched your cheek “ Im not interested” you said as it seemed to not like the answer as he gripped your jaw making it hurt a little “Im not asking honey Im telling yo-” he was cut off with a punch to the stomach by you as he fell to the ground and growled as he looks up at you “I said no.” you said as he got up as he was 10 times your size but was tall like Ghost a little as as he cracked a his knuckled “You will pay for that you bitch.” he said as you knew you just got yourself into a fight as you got in your fighting stance.

         Makarov was in his office as he was planning out some stuff on is map as soon or later Price will want to attack the Gulag as he was trying to come up with plans as he moved some pieces around and would get frustrated as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He sat down and poured himself some vodka and sighed as his mind shifted to you as he thought about something and opened one of his dewars and grabbed a file that had you name on it as he opened it and began to read it. He read about you past experience in the military as he was impressed and moved to your backstory about you as someone barged into his office as he growls a bit and looked over to see a soldier that was trying to catch his breath “Sir… we have an issue… in the Cafeteria….”