#this happens after ghost fights konig

[bluegiragi]

post match interview.

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[nrdmssgs]

Reacting to the reader, accidentally falling asleep on them. (Price, Ghost, Gaz)

Masterlist

Part 1 (Soap, Alex, Konig)

Captain John Price

Platonic

Won't mind, if his old friend takes a quick nap on his shoulder, as long as this old friend tolerates a cigar smoke.

If he was discussing something with the others, and you happened to fall asleep - he'll try to speak quieter to the point, where his low velvety voice turns into a full-fledged asmr session.

But if the talk grows heated and his low menacing rumble wakes you up accidentally - he'll just pull you back on his shoulder. "Sorry, darling, go back to sleep... Now back to you, you d**p sh*t!"

Will unconsciously fidget with your fingers, John can't help it: your skin is so soft - it calms him down to lightly massage and caress your hand while you are napping.

Price finds it endearing, how flustered you got, after you finally woke up and understood, how exactly have you been sleeping all this time. Once again, he has nothing against it, but he will gladly joke about it, just to see you blushing. "Of course, you can spend a considerable amount of money on this orthopedic pillow in the hope that it will help you start sleeping better. Or you can always call one of your old friends - it costs nothing..."

Romantic

John will have to fight the urge to scoop and cradle you, so that you lean against him with your full weigh, enjoying his warmth enveloping you.

Even if he has something to do - his attention will be concentrated on you. Your calm deep breaths, your fingers clasping on his shirt lightly - that is what Price consumes with his every his single fiber. Because after all, it's memories of those things that keep him alive and sane on the battlefield.

Will definitely kiss the top of your head, even if you two are not alone. Multiple times.

It's moments like these, when he remembers to take a pause, look outside the window, remember, that his war is not everything he has - there is life beyond it.

Expect to wake up with his hand on your head, fingers sinking into your hair, a warm smile blooming on his face as he notices you slowly opening your eyes. "Had a nice nap, my love? Now how about I take you somewhere, you could actually sleep properly?"

Simon Ghost Riley

(this one turned out more like a scenario, sorry)

Platonic

Ghost doesn't notice the weight of your head on his lap right away. He's seen you curl up on a bench next to where he was sitting, but you are so small and light in comparison to him, it's hard to register your head leaning against him.

He sits at the table and talks to someone, when it hits him: a strange warmth, spreading in all directions of his body from the place your cheek meet his lap.

Simon makes a little, almost unnoticeable, pause, breathes in and goes on talking.

There's a voice in the back of his head, telling him to find anything, that might resemble a pillow, for you to sleep on. It would be so much better, than his dusty jeans. And you definitely deserve something softer than his lap to rest on.

But there's nothing, that he could offer you right now to replace him. So he settles to sitting as still as he possibly could and covering the edge of the table with his hand in case you wake up and get up abruptly. Little gesture, showing how much he really cares for every squadmate, how much he values their trust.

Back on the base, you notice, some late training hours disappeared from your timetable. Your Lt may never comment on you briefly passing out on his lap, but he never forgot, you needed a bit more time to rest after the last mission.

Romantic

He might be reserved and distant with you in public. Nothing personal, just a professional attitude, a facade, if you want. But here, behind the closed doors of his room, he freezes the very next minute he hears your muffled mumbling as you drifted to sleep on his shoulder.

"Don't go. Not yet."

Simons' heart sinks. He wishes, he didn't know, what were you talking about in your sleep, but he knows. Even in your dreams, on the territory, where you can have anything, you've ever wished for - you ask only for him to stay.

In public, you are always ok with him going on missions without you. You are always collected, supportive and optimistic. But when no one is around, you let yourself cling to Ghost for a brief moment, clasp your fingers around his arm and wordlessly plead 'don't go, don't go, don't go, don't...'

As he brushes hair from your face, you slightly flinch, not waking up.

"Take me, not him."

Simon looks at your face, feeling guilt building up in his chest. He puts his work papers aside, scoops you up and carries you to his bed. There he cradles you, caressing your face till you stop mumbling, descending to deeper sleep.

You wake up the next morning alone, surrounded by his scent, as he left you his shirt. He always does that, when he leaves on a mission without you. Your gaze wanders around, till it stops on your arm. His handwriting, black pen ink, covering your skin. Never before has he done anything like this. You grab your phone and frantically make a few dozens of photos of the inscription, that he left on you. You already know, that you'll make it permanent.

The inscription says "On my way to you"

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Platonic

Kyle is actually the one to ask others to speak quieter, when he realizes, you've fallen asleep on his lap.

Will shoo away Soap, who is ready to attack you and Kyle with a myriad of 'so when's the wedding' jokes.

Gaz is also the one to actually make sure, that there is nothing hard in his pockets and that the no sharp edges of his tactical clothes touch your delicate skin. He is a very good, genuinely caring friend.

In fact, he will protect you from any person, threatening your sleep. He will even convince Ghost to come back to you with new intel or orders just a bit later, or give them to Gaz, so that he can tell you everything later.

If you work together - he will try to help you with paperwork, so that you have more time to sleep between trainings and missions.

Romantic

Kyle has that face of the happiest, most proud man out there. It's you, the one, he has been dreaming about for so long, feeling so relaxed next to him. Not only he has you - he can make you so content, you smile, while napping on his shoulder.

His eyes are glued to your face. Nothing else matters in this very moment. It's impossible to distract him with anything.

Covers you with his jacket, always makes sure that you are warm and comfortable in his hands.

Loves to surprise you with something small, every time it happens and you wake up on his shoulder. If you two were in the park - Gaz will carefully pick a flower and tuck it in your hair. If it happened in a coffee shop - he will quietly order your favorite cupcake and move the plate towards you.

Lives for that smiles appearing on your lips in first moments after you wake up. Peppers your face with kisses. "Morning, sunshine!" (says it even if it's almost midnight, and he is about to drag you to the bedroom in a few minutes)

[darklordofthesimp]

Six Words (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader)

Summary: After a mission goes wrong, you're tasked with keeping an injured Ghost safe from swarming insurgents. When you almost fail to save him, you realize your feelings towards him makes you a liability. Ghost disagrees.

Prompt: #61 "I don't know how to love you" From my prompt list here.

A/N: I need prompts, my head is empty with nothing but Konig and Ghost SOS.

Category: Angst - Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Swearing - Gun Violence - Themes of War

Missions were the hardest part.

The gunfire over comms, the callouts and the target indications. Every now and then you’d wince at the wounded cries of your colleagues, it was always the younger ones who screamed.

And although it was eery, you were glad to hear them. If they were crying it meant they were alive.

It was the silence that you were afraid of.

“Sunshine, this is Bravo-6. How copy?”

You blinked, flicking your gaze from your rifle’s scope. Car horns blared from the bustling city beneath you, unaware of the conflict happening 40 stories high.

“Bravo-6, this is Sunshine. Loud and clear, over.”

If Price was raising you, it meant that the fight would soon be moving into your arcs of fire.  You settled in behind your rifle, resting your cheek against the stock. You’d already accounted for the distance and thankfully the wind was steady enough that adjusting your weapon sight hadn’t been difficult to calculate.

“Sunshine, you’ll have company soon, 42nd floor. Clear them out.”

“Copy that, Bravo-6.”

The windows had already been blown out, providing you the clearance to take your shots, so you waited, watching the elevator and stairs with your finger curled lightly against the trigger. However, when someone had finally come busting through the door, you hadn’t expected it to be Ghost.

Jesus. Ripping your finger off the trigger, your heart raced, its panicked beating echoing in your ears like a church bell.

You hissed a curse beneath your breath, what the fuck was he doing in the red zone? Bravo team was meant to herd them onto the 42nd floor so you could clear the board, not pay a house call with them.

“Ghost, what the fuck are you doing?” You snapped into your headset.

You watched him throw himself over a bench on the far side of floor, tucking his body behind it for cover. He turned his head to the window, presumably to where he knew you were nested.

“Shit’s gone sideways, change of plans. I’ll distract them, you shoot ‘em.” His voice was ragged and rougher than usual. Small groans were woven into his words and as you looked at him a little longer, you realized that he was pressing a hand to his stomach.

Ghost had been shot.

Your heart dropped.

“Incoming!” He shouted, twisting his body to face the bench rather than away from it.

You hissed, moving your sights to where they should have been- at the doors. Instantly, you realized there were too many of them, he hadn’t cut down as many as he should have and now it was a race against the clock. Kill them before they killed Ghost.

You got to work, falling into a frenzied rhythm. Spot and shoot, spot and shoot. You forced yourself to not check on your teammate huddled into the corner, to not see if he’d been turned to minced meat.

One by one, they fell. And one by one, anxiety had begun to claw its way through your chest. You had a sniper rifle, not an LMG, it was near impossible to clear this many people before they’d be able to reach him.

“Fuck! Fucking shoot, Sunshine!” Ghost roared through your comms. Your breath was unsteady now. One after the other they fell and one after the other they pushed towards the little bench Simon Riley was hiding behind.

You said nothing, unable to talk, unable to think, only able to shoot and shoot and shoot.

“I’m getting overrun here!”

You pushed your scope to view Ghost. There were four of them on him already and so many more pushing ahead. Your heart dropped as the sounds of your shots became hollower, the tell-tale signs of sound echoing through your mag, you were coming up on empty.

Then there was a dull click where there should have been a ‘bang’.

 “Reloading!” You shrieked, dumping the mag and scrambling for a fresh one from your body armour. All the while you watched Ghost fight on the back foot, offense became defence and fluidity became manic.

He was going to die.

And it would be your fault.

“Covering!”

You held your breath.

Soap slid through the doorway, shooting before he’d even had a good look at the scene before him. He knew there was too many of them, he’d heard the radio chatter and he’d heard your panic.

You could have cried at the sight of him.

You finished reloading, repositioning yourself with a newfound hope fuelling your body. Between the three of you, the rest of the insurgents had been light work to clear out. It was a massacre, a sight that would traumatize most with bodies piling along the floor.

But all you could think of was Simon.

You heard his groans as Soap helped him to his feet, muttering comfort beneath his breath the way only Soap could. “Come on, LT. You’re pretty banged up, let’s get you home.”

As the adrenaline began to seep from your body, leaving you shaking and quiet, your mind began to spiral.

Nights spent on the roof, revelling in each other’s company but not saying a word. The short tit for tat banter that you’d fallen into. The drunken nights you’d sought each other out, to chase the nightmares with touches neither of you would remember in the morning.

You’d almost let him die.

Ghost straightened as best as he could, leaning against Soap as the Sergeant held him up. They both came to a stop by the window near the exit, the battered soldier pausing to gaze out across the buildings. And although you knew he couldn’t actually see you, it felt like he was looking straight at you.

“You did good, Sunshine.”

The words were genuine, almost soft if it weren’t the ragged breathing from his injury.

You bit your lip.

When you didn’t respond, the pair continued on, disappearing into the elevator and leaving you to suffer with your thoughts.

_______

The cold, night air always helped to clear your head.

You were sat on the rooftop, legs dangling off the edge of the building as though it were just a normal bench. Your chest rested against the railing; your arms folded over the top of it.

Your mind was a mess.

How had that mission gone so wrong, so fast? Logically, there wasn’t much more that you could have done. You were on the trigger constantly, a body dropped every two to three seconds, a good enough pace when you were constantly switching targets.

But you weren’t fast enough.

“You’re not gonna jump, are you?”

Your body jolted, gripping the railing tight with a gasp so you didn’t fall right off the edge. Ghost stood beside you, clad in a pair of soft black trousers and a hoodie that was drawn over his head. You swallowed your anxiety when he lowered himself to sit beside you.

You’d seen him without that jumper plenty of times, twisting against each other in the dark with alcohol on your tongues. But seeing him with it, seeing him look like any other man preparing for bed, made your heart soften.

“No.” You rasped, answering his quiet joke.

You both fell into silence, but it wasn’t comfortable like it usually was, at least not on your end. You were stressed, the tension rising in your chest to suffocate you. You forced your eyes to remain on the horizon, observing what you could under the moonlight.

There was a nudge by your hand and you glanced down. The man held out a cigarette and a lighter and you forced yourself not to look at the unlit one hanging from his mouth. It was an unwritten rule, when he rolled the mask above his lips to smoke, you would avert your gaze.

You took the cigarette with a sigh and a soft ‘thank you’, perching it between your lips. You lit the smoke, drawing the first drag to keep it alight and Ghost softly took the lighter from you.

“Didn’t know you were out of hospital,” you said, taking another draw. You blinked away the head-spin from the nicotine, feeling the stress melt from your shoulders.

“If you’d known you wouldn’t be up here,” he said simply. You clenched your jaw, hoping he wouldn’t push the subject. You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face, watching for any tell-tale sign to say that he was right.

But you just took another drag.

“You’re avoiding me,” Ghost finally said outright.

Your heart stuttered in your chest and you made an effort not to crush the cigarette between your fingers.

“I almost got you killed.”

The officer’s breath came out in a short huff, the equivalent of a laugh for the sullen character. “Don’t flatter yourself. We fucked up; you were on clean up.”

Your heart was racing now, but you knew what the problem was. You knew why you were beating yourself up over something that wasn’t really your fault. It was childish and it was immature and one day it might just get you both killed.

You’d become a liability. It was your duty to inform him.

“I’m going to apply for a transfer out of the 141.” Your sentence rang like the toll of a church bell, echoing between you. You couldn’t believe you’d finally said it but you’d known for a while.

“What?” Ghost shifted beside you, twisting his body to stare at you front on.

“I’m going to get someone killed-“

“Is this about today?” Ghost questioned and you risked a glance at him. His lips were curled in disbelief and he flicked the cigarette off the roof. He dragged his mask back over his mouth, but his eyes still flashed with incredulity. “Get the fuck over it, it wasn’t your fault.”

“It’s about you, Simon!” You snapped.

Ghost fell silent.

“I’m fucking compromised,” you stood to your feet, flinging your cigarette over the railing. The soldier followed in suit, towering over you instantly. “I can’t be in a situation like that again- what if I’d have failed? I couldn’t fucking breathe, I couldn’t think-“

His hand came to rest against your shoulder and your words guttered to a stop.

You peered up at him in surprise, meeting that dark gaze. For the longest time, you’d always thought Simon had dark eyes, the blackest you’d seen. The breath left your body when, on closer inspection, you realized they were fucking blue.

For a long moment neither of you said nothing, silenced by the sudden display of affection. There was no end goal, no reason for him to be touching you. No high to be chasing, no bullet to push you out of the way of.

He was trying to comfort you.

He took a sharp breath. “I know.”

You blinked at him, opening your mouth then closing it again. He’d understood. He knew what you were saying, he’d known all along because Simon had been fighting the same thoughts.

When his fingers tightened against your shoulder, your lip trembled.

You wanted to hold him. You wanted to see him.

You knew that you could do neither.

“I don’t know how to love you,” you whispered, “I don’t know how to feel like this and work with you. Watch you get shot at. Be the one to make sure you don’t die.”

Simon shrugged, his gaze never leaving your face, taking in your features as though committing it to memory. He had no words of affection to give you but you could feel it in the way his thumb rubbed against your skin ever so softly, a ghost of his touch.

“You’re smarter than me, Sunshine. You can figure it out too.” His words were careful, and you blinked up at him from where you’d hung your head.

You can figure it out too.

When he pulled his hand from your shoulder, you felt the cold of his absence. But his words had set a fire in your chest that kept you burning.

Six words from Simon Riley were enough to set your world ablaze.

[brokenpieces-72]

I READ “Reunion” AND OOOOOO

HOW WOULD THE BOYS REACT TO READER GETTING CAPTURED AND SOMETHING HAPPENING WITH HER PARENTS???? 👀👀

So admittedly this was going to be a future story. For some extra context, the reader's father I haven't decided whether he exists yet or not, but the mother is... admittedly also undecided in terms of what she is. When I started writing this I intended it to be a drabble and now it’s… yep. Enjoy!

Reset

Massive trigger warning!!! Abuse, kidnapping, torture, poor eating mentions, cannibalism, angst, let me know if I missed anything.

First and foremost you know they tried, all of them. You saw it before everything went dark. Johnny was screaming for you, ready to tear everything apart just to keep you safe. He didn't care who the bitch was, you were his sister. Konig already was tearing everything apart, only he didn't notice your situation until it was to late. The cadejos had nabbed some shadows to rip up with Alejandro and Horangi grabbing at more, trying to restrain themselves from just ripping into them. As you were taking off, Kyle went so far as to try and chase after you, but had his wings shot at, making you scream and fight to try and help him. Ghost had been too far away to try and grab at the heli. Price would have burned the whole thing down but you were inside, and not fire resistant.

Seconds after they'd lost you, Hunter got Kyle into the infirmary to fix his wings but they were still garbage. The entire team is anxious and worried about you. They'd all learned as much as they could about your relationship with your mother but could only imagine what she wanted from you now.

Simon wasted no time. He dragged thrall after thrall into interrogation, demanding answers of where they could be taking you. Being brutal and pissed he put any humans they were able to take alive in the room to show he wasn't playing around. If a thrall wasn't willing to talk, the human better be ready to scream and beg.

Price and Laswell and working around the clock to get everything they can on your mother from medical records, to bank statements. The two friends are keeping each other calm, as best as they can when they are as fired up as they are. Laswell has to step out of the room more than once because of Price releasing smoke to keep himself from getting too heated.

To the surprise of many, Horangi contacts KorTac. He's getting information on... well anything. While he keeps to himself, he can't deny your presence hasn't been welcoming. The team was up in arms, and the last thing he wanted was to sit around and do nothing while he waited for this to be fixed. KorTac can look into any jobs or contracts they may have gotten from Graves or your mother as a one off. Maybe someone gave up information thinking it was just an innocent missing persons report. Maybe your mother had tried contacting KorTac before Graves. Whatever he can get to make this go faster.

Alejandro and Rudolfo did the same, contacting other bases to see if they may have run into Graves or thralls recently. If they mapped out previous locations they could find a pattern. They even went back to facility where they'd first encountered your mother, seeing if there could be any signs of where she might have gone. Aside from that they had taken the initiative of running everything on base, giving the rest of the team more time to focus on you.

Kyle is pissed because he couldn't do anything to help. His wings were too damaged to fly anytime soon. All he could do was join Alejandro and Rudolfo on recon. He hated wasn't about to just sit, wait and heal. He wanted to help now. Alejandro and Rudolfo aren't about to stop him either.

Konig became restless, and the percht was practically beating against him. It wanted nothing but violence, blood and revenge. Konig just wanted his little friend back. You'd helped him even when there seemed to be no hope.

As for Johnny... it's something everyone gives him space for. Simon is one of the few who approaches him. He's restless and the full moon approaching makes it worse. All the wold wants to do is to find you, and Jonny wants the same. Sleep is near impossible, and he's started going to your room in order to do so. Your scent is still there, smelling like earth, grass and pine. If he isn't trying to find you, it's like he's trying to remember you. After 24 hours of you being gone Simon found him.

"Did you tell your mom?" He asked. Johnny looked up from where he was sitting on your bed. Simon was in the doorway looking at him, mask off for once. The question is one Johnny never wanted to think about. Telling his mother he'd lost her new baby. Johnny just stares down at his hands. Simon comes in and sits next to him on the bed, picking up a small plushie. The last thing Johnny needed was his pessimism. Simon didn’t have high hopes for you but he wasn’t going to give up on helping you. Johnny still hasn’t said anything so Simon took out his phone and offered it to Johnny.

“You need her too.” He said. Johnny took out his own phone, and dialed his mother. Simon stood up to leave but Johnny asked him to stay. He didn’t want to be alone for this.

The call goes well at first. It’s short-lived. As soon as Johnny told his mother you were taken Simon could hear her asking questions. Johnny answered as much as he could but regretfully most of the answers were “I don’t know”. By the end of it, he was fighting tears, with Simon putting a hand on his shoulder. Johnny’s mother asked Johnny how he was doing, and if he was okay. He was fine. He was going to find you. He promised. He hangs up and his breathing is unsteady. Simon didn't say anything or move to comfort him knowing a lot was going on underneath the surface. Johnny was honest enough to tell him if he needed it. There was silence for a while until Johnny took a deep breath.

"What kind of a shite brother am I?" He wondered aloud.

"One that will find his sister even if he has to do it barehanded," Simon answered. Johnny looked at him. Simon looked back and just gave him a nod.

For a while, you thought every moment you had experienced, every smile, every joy, every triumph, every bad day, every victory... you thought it had all been some mental episode of escapism. A dream your mind had put you in to save you from the torment of your mother. You don't know how much time has past, but it's been long enough for her to try and starve you and feed you more raw flesh. The more feral part of you is starving and ravenous. You want to eat so bad but you know Graves probably put something in it to make your feral state more powerful. You're chained to the wall with a collar and cuffs on your ankles and wrists. Waking up had sent you into a panic attack where you passed out. When you woke up again, the food was there, staring at you with vacant eyes. Dead bodies were not something new to you, but in this setting it just awoke you trauma. This wasn't the first time you'd fought your hunger. You turned away facing the wall, trying to hold your breath so you wouldn't smell the carcass. You held your nose when you needed another breath. Next you took the chains and wrapped them around your limbs to make them shorter. You knaw on your shirt to resist.

Then your mother came in. Your spine went frozen, your whole body tensed, and your held sped through the horrible moments her voice awoke. The way she talks is like burning sugar.

"Hello my little bunny." She said, soothingly. It's not soothing, she is not soothing, the only thing she would soothe was her own heinous actions. Little bunny was her name for you. You didn't know your own name because she would just give you pet names. All you want right now is to do the same thing you had done to innocent people who got lost in the woods. She'd set you on them, letting you hunt to the feral monster's content. "Come on, I want to see you. Can you look at me? I want to see how much you've grown. They took you away from me, my sweet girl."

No. They saved you. There had been missing person reports pointing to the woods you'd grown up in. A hunter came, properly armed to deal with hybrids, with some blurry photos capturing your image. He'd saved you with his hunting party. They'd found you feasting on an elk, starting to come back to your normal state. When you tried to flee, a hunter shot you, wounding you. You curled up on the ground they gave you a sedative. You were too small, and they weren't about to kill a kid who was probably just running on instincts. They saved you from your mother, continuing to search the woods.

Your mother moved closer, voice staying motherly and warm. "Please sweetheart? I'm sorry it had to be like this. I just wanted you back."

No more. You wouldn't give her anything. You didn't care what punishment she would give you. Whether it was burns or cuts you wouldn't give in. Your whole body shivered and tensed up as you felt her gentle hands on your shoulder and back, kneeling behind you. Your mother rubbed your back and shoulders, trying to coax your body to relax. When she tried to tug on your shoulders, to pry open your balled up position, you yank away.

"How did you get tangled up like that?" She asked noticing your efforts to keep you from the food. You don't look at her but you can hear her shuffling. There was a horrible wet sound as she moved back to you. You covered your nose, breathing through your teeth, as she tried to give you the meat. "Come on sweetie you need to eat. You want to be big and strong for mommy don't you."

You cowered, blindly swatting and pushing her away. In any other context her reaction would be that of a mother trying to keep her child from hitting her. You know it's a facade, the setting was evidence of that. "Now now bunny don't hit your mother."

"YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER!!" You shrieked at her. The wendigo, the guardian state could be heard within your voice. Your mother stopped.

"B-but... l-little bunny-"

"I'm not your little bunny you fucking bitch! You are not my fucking mother! You are nothing but a psychopath who made me eat the closest thing I had to a friend! I'm not your daughter!" You yelled, not looking up at her, head covered by your legs.

"I know baby, I know, I am so sorr-"

"No! No you're not! If you were sorry you would stay behind bars! You would have moved on when you got out! You would have walked away knowing how much damage you did." You argued. There was no excuse for the crimes she had committed. Your mother didn't say anything for a while. You heard her toss the meat to the floor.

"Fine," she said, sounding like she was biting back heartbreak. "We can try again tomorrow. Please eat something though. I don't want you to starve."

"That's exactly what you want." You said, your voice overflowing with poison.

From then on, the routine continued, with a new body put in every other day or so. Your mother continued to coax you to eat, giving you kind and gentle praises. She's changed truly, she just wanted her cute little bunny girl back, her precious baby. Then she tried gaslighting you, burning and cutting your skin, only to hurry away to retrieve a first aid kit, acting like you'd come to her with a scraped knee. Oh dear did you scratch yourself too hard? Don't worry she'll fix it. Do you want mama to kiss it better? No? Then she'll get Mr. Graves to come in and talk to you about the mean things you did to his thralls. Maybe he can get you to eat something too. Open wide, here comes to airplane. Don't spit it out!

It goes on... and on... and on...

Your stomach churned. Food you need food... there's some right there. You don't smell anything wrong with it... no... no not again...

When Price found you... damn. You were back to your feral state but this seemed to be worse. Blood drunk, but hopefully not on Graves tainted shit. It had taken them some time, too much time to track you down. Right now Johnny and König were making for a good distraction tearing into the thralls in fully shifted forms, Johnny having the full moon on his side. Kyle, now fully healed and flying again was keeping overwatch dive bombing anyone who might try to take up a sniper position. Rudolfo had the cadejos tracking your scent. Horangi was keeping Hunter safe, using the clouds for their cover. Simon was moving through the bunker looking for two other people, Graves and your mother, shadows keeping him from being noticed. Of course he also yanked a few thrall into them, as they tried to make it out to Soap and Konig.

"Captain, what's your status?" Alejandro asked through comms.

"I found the target." Price said. "Soap keep on the thrall. Lieutenant, what's your location?"

"South Hallway." Ghost replied, voice quiet.

"Have you located the other targets?" He asked, holstering his gun slowly approaching. Your blank white eyes looked up at him, and you launched yourself at him. Your chains snapped taut, making you fall back. Shit. You were still yanking and pulling on your chains to try and reach the fresh food that had stepped into your cell.

"Not yet. Wait, the cadejos may have found something." Simon replied. Before Price could get Simon's help, Alejandro came up beside him. He stepped back when you tried to lunge at him next.

"Fucking hell." He said under his breath.

"Horangi, get Hunter to our location, east side, second floor." Price said.

"Copy." Hunter said.

"She needs to be restrained." Price said. They needed to wait for Hunter, but until then you needed to be pinned down. Alejandro understood shifting to the jaguar form and stalking in. The meat was coming closer. You shrieked, getting on all fours, watching him closely. The meat kept his eyes locked with yours. It's growling, it won't let you eat without a fight. You screech back at the meat, encouraging some play before you feasr. Your body tightens in a crouch as you move back a little, readying yourself. You strike, but you can't. A huge weight is put on your back and you thrash around. Your arms are pinned behind you. No! You're hungry! You have fresh food right in front of you! Price wasn't about to let you enjoy Las Almas cuisine. Alejandro backed away the moment Price put his full weight on top of you. Hunter arrived a few minutes later, and Horangi stayed close. One sedative wasn't enough. Two wasn't enough. They gave it time, ut you weren't relaxing fast enough. One more. The world slowly goes dark. Hungry... you're still hungry.

You're released from the chains, but bound in them again. Simon acquired a blanket after trying to pursue your mother. He had a feeling he knew what Graves was actually doing and what was going on with your mother but he could wait. You're the priority. Your unconscious body was rolled up in the blanket, with the chains wrapped around to keep you restrained if you woke up. Johnny was demanding updates to your status, still outside with König, waiting on orders. Price ordered them to head to evac, and they had the target restrained. Johnny didn't like that answer but doesn't argue.

When he finally saw you, Gaz made sure to be in between you and Johnny. Johnny got out of the chopper and came over, back to his human state, clothes destroyed. Price wasn't about to deny his sergeant, even when he wasn't shifted. Johnny took you from Price and held you tight. The look on his face was focused as he got back in the heli, and the whole ride back he said nothing. Hunter got to work immediately giving orders for the medics on base to be ready. As soon as you woke up you would be hungry again. despite this Johnny just kept you close, as if you didn't show signs of being feral, or wouldn't try to dig into his flesh as soon as you woke up.

The healing process takes time. You're kept under for a very long time. Hunter had to get a feeding tube so you would return to normal. Your wounds are cleaned thoroughly, and you're put in a safe place. The team visited and stayed with you in shifts. The feeding tube was not a tested method for you yet, and Hunter was concerned about over feeding you, thinking it may cause you to vomit or get sick.

As expected Johnny had to be pried from your side more than once. Ghost did it to spar with him, knowing Johnny had plenty of aggression built up, and he could take the hits. The last thing he wanted was for a punching bag to receive that kind of treatment. Once you had been put under observation, Johnny called your mother. Your real mother. She'd relieved to hear you are okay, and asked Johnny if you would be able to stay with her for a bit to help you recover. Johnny would talk to Laswell about it later, you needed to wake up first.

When you finally wake up they’d already taken out the feeding tube, your state much more relaxed. You wake to see Johnny had fallen asleep in the chair next to you, his head rested on the bed. You sort of squirmed down further under the blanket to press your forehead to his. There are silent tears down your cheeks, as you feel a great sense of relief. Johnny woke up and pulled away to look at you. He wanted to pull you close to him, but he didn’t want to overstep. You sat up and he held your face in his hands, pressing your foreheads together again.

“You came to get me.” You said.

“Made a promise. Wouldn't go into the dark unless I 'ad to pull ya out.” Johnny said. You threw your arms around him and he gently returned the gesture. It was perfect. It was safe. You had your family back, and to make it better they had come for you.

The next while isn’t fun. Well a few times you enjoy yourself, but it’s mostly filled with recovering and exhaustion. Your mental state was damaged, your body was sore, and your hunger was difficult, as you were craving food but couldn't eat as much as you wanted without getting sick. Hunter does an amazing job of helping your body heal. While you do have a healing factor, the wounds weren't healing as much as they should. Your team's medic sits with you when you eat, keeping the portions smaller than you'd usually take, but they gave you snacks to sustain your stomach in between meals. Once you were out of the infirmary Price granted you a week off. Johnny was still in the process of getting you a month or so away from base.

For the most part, you became Johnny's shadow, if he wasn't yours. Part of it is because the wolf is now more protective over you, and well Johnny is too. He'd told you about getting time off and honestly it would be really nice to have it. Outside of that, you found yourself snuggling up with him. Johnny had done a good job at sleeping in his own bed since your return. Now though, you'd taken to curling up with him at night. He didn’t mind, finding your presence comforting. Seeing you asleep in his arms brought him peace.

Johnny still has tasks to do on base though so he can't be by your side 24/7. You go to the others on the team who don't mind having you nearby. You did a little where you could, like retrieving items or doing prep work. Sleeping and lazying around wasn't your thing. Hunter let you help them with prepping the medical supplies and take inventory as usual. The rest of the team either made something up or just let you observe.

König had taken to standing in when Johnny was too busy. He was grateful and happy to have you back. This was also a chance to return the favour for all the hard work you’d put into getting him in control. At one point you had a panic attack, accidentally knocking over a bowl had created a loud noise. Before anyone could step in König had you in a tight hug, talking to you. He ran you through the process of naming things in the room you see, smell, hear, touch and taste. Panic attacks were a first hand experience for him, having his own social anxiety. While he didn't know what exactly happened when you were in captivity, he wasn't about to let you suffer through the small triggers by yourself. König had promised he wouldn’t go into the dark. He wasn’t about to let you go through it alone.

If neither Konig nor Johnny was shaodwing you, Simon was quite literally shadowing you. In that he would peek in on you through your shadow just to be sure you were okay. He doesn’t hesitate to talk to about what happened. Abuse is something he will never forgive. Simon for the most part though would stay out of the way. You deserved some privacy, and a chance to heal on your own. Until another soldier was a little too clumsy and made a mess of the ammo bins. The crash is loud and you jump back, as the other soldiers raise their voices to hound him. Bloody idiots, keep yelling when there’s a startled kid! You back into the nearest corner and start to breathe heavy. Your ears ring, and Simon found you. He goes through the piles of ammo cartridges and suddenly the argument is muffled, and there’s only ringing. Until Simon’s voice broke through, and you looked up at him. You see you’re surrounded by darkness but Simon looked normal. His mask was on, but his focus was on you. Just take a minute. You needed it. This happened again, but only when you doing really bad.

Kyle hasn't stopped spending time with you, and if you're struggling to get up to the roof you guys like to sit on, he'll help you up. The wings are always around you, which can really help. It makes you feel like you're alone with Kyle, even if there are soldiers down below running drills or moving supplies around. You don't talk as much, but Kyle talks a bit more to fill the silence. Sometimes you guys don't talk at all. That's fine. Yeah, you could lean on him if you want. His arm goes around you, avoiding any scars you have.

The cadejos paid you a visit in your room one day, and they had... a ball? Rudolfo poked his head in and asked if you wanted to play some fetch for the dog spirits. You didn't think they played fetch but you don't say no. You follow them outside and throw the ball for them. The white spirit comes back like a golden retriever each time, front paws tapping away, tail whipping about, tongue lulling with happy pants, all while waiting for you to throw the ball. The darker spirit is a little less trained. When it caught the ball it sped back to you causing you to flinch. Rudy got his hands on your shoulders pulling you back, reminding the black cadejo to be gentle. Your body tenses but when Rudolfo checks in you tell him you're okay. Just startled a little. If you want to come out with the spirits again, you can ask.

You went to Alejandro and Horangi directly, asking if they could show you some better self defense techniques. You could fight, but you wanted to be better prepared if someone grabbed you again. Alejandro is hesitant because the last thing he wants is for you to have a panic attack in the middle of it. Horangi however is all for it. Knowing that stuff had saved his own ass more than once when he was building up debts. Why shouldn't you be able to drop captors like a sack of potatoes? Small bonus, he could make Alejandro be the one that got dropped on his back a few times. After all Alejandro had him outweighed, so learning more built attackers would be beneficial. Throughout the demonstrations, they do check in after check in. He was going to grab your wrists next okay? Alright, then he would whip you around, yep don't let him turn you around. Still good? Perfect.

Soon it was your last day off, and tomorrow you would be on leave with Johnny. It would be nice to see Scotland again. You wandered into the rec room where you saw Price on the couch. The tv was on likely watching the game. You sat down next to him, a blanket around you, and he gave you a smile.

“Are they winning?” You asked.

“Not who I’d like.” He admitted. You played on your phone for a bit and then started to nod off. Everything felt so much better. You were safe. No one could hurt you with your pack nearby. Price didn’t pay much mind. He assumed you came to the break room to have some privacy, and he kept his voice down for you in front of the tv. Until he felt the couch move. When he looked over, he saw you trembling. Fuck. He got off the couch and knelt down in front of you, shaking you awake.

“Come on kid, it’s not real. It’s not real!”

“NO!” You cried out, waking up and found Price looking at you, shaking you awake. Tears ran down your face. Nightmares were becoming more frequent again. All because that witch decided to force herself into your life again.

“You broken?” He asked. A gentle but calloused hand going, resting on your head. You gave him a hesitant nod. “Okay.”

Without asking he picked you up giving a playful roar. It surprised you, but you couldn’t help but laugh. He sat back on the couch, reclining so you could rest against his chest. You never noticed how warm he was. His wing wrapped around you unconsciously as he went back to the game. The captain’s heartbeat was calming against your ear.

“I’m sorry-“ you start to say.

“Don’t say sorry. You can’t control it.” He said. You continued watching the game until he turned it over to a show he saw you watching earlier in the week. Slowly you fell asleep again. Price found himself subconsciously stoking your ears as you relaxed into him. Before Price didn’t know what to make of you. Right now, he was worried about you. At first you were a requirement, something he was obligated to take on. Then you proved yourself, showing value to the team in more ways than one. Now… you were part of his hoard. You were a treasure worth protecting. His team had been doing better, and much better now that you were back.

“John I hav-“ Laswell walked in and looked up to see a scowling Price, shushing her.

“Just fell back asleep.” He said voice very low. Laswell raised a brow with a small smile. You shifted a bit and Price hushed you, not wanting you to wake up. John ran his claws gently through your hair, keeping you relaxed. Even Kate can’t deny you’d exceeded her expectations. When she first met you were about a terrifying as… well as a rabbit with antlers. You’d grown so much.

“You ever expect this to be a scenario we find ourselves in?” Price asked her.

“No. The time off has been approved… but there’s an issue.” Laswell said. Price looked up. “Colonel Vargas has offered an alternative.”

“What does that mean?” Price asked, a slight scowl at the word ‘alternative’.

“The program still has some authority, and with what’s been going on with the mother and the kidnapping they think sending her back with Johnny might put her at risk.” Laswell explained.

“…Alejandro has offered to take them in instead?” Price asked. Clearly the program wasn’t concerning themselves with separation anxiety.

“I’m trying to convince the program to let Johnny go with her. They’re proving difficult.” Laswell said.

“But she’ll be safe?” Price asked. Laswell nodded. Price got up, carrying you with him, still swaddled in your blanket. “Taking her to bed.”

Price took you to your room where he saw your things ready and packed. He set you down on the bed, and you shifted, rolling to your side. You would be safe. He knew that. He trusted the colonel, he was just worried about you. You’d only been back for a short while, and instead of going somewhere you knew, you were being tossed into a whole new environment. Hopefully Johnny would be understanding.

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[starandcloud]

COD boys + Farah and Valeria

Summary: you call them after a fight with your parents/relatives and they pick you up and see you with injuries that weren't there when they dropped you off

I literally forgot like five people-

Characters used: Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Sebastian Krueger, Nikto, Alex, Farah, Valeria, Konig, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Nikolai, Grinch, Sandman, Laswell, Graves, Makarov, Frost, Horangi, Keegan

CW: Bruises, slap marks, cigarette burns, implied sprained/broken limbs, just abuse of reader all over tbh ;-;, no Y/N is safe from me tbh, they all gotta be messed up in one way or another-

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He noticed the shake in your voice IMMEDIATELY when you called

He's observant y'all

He 100% was concerned off the bat, he's a good boyfriend but a better killer

He pulled up to you sitting on the tire on top of the driveway and went to call you on your phone only to notice you halfway down the driveway before he could dig his phone out of his pocket

He was also keenly aware of your hair being down, something you rarely did

His automatic instinct was to brush it out of your face, so he did

He noticed how you shrinked away

Then he noticed the ugly bruise forming around your eye and on the side of your face.

"Luv? What happened?"

His voice was angry, but not at you.

Never at you.

You gave a little shrug and tucked into yourself

"Can we just... leave..?"

He couldn't remember the last time you sounded this small, so he did what you asked.

He kept his hand on your leg, rubbing little circles on your skin as he drove, but not home you noticed.

He kept glancing at you from the side of his eye and smiled as he saw your eyes light up as he pulled into the parkway of your favorite food place.

He was still angry as he watched you drink the milkshake you ordered, but was a bit more calm as you played with the kids menu

Something you did whenever you were anxious, so he asked the waitress for one who looked concerned for you and he gave her a little look that made her heart shatter as you started to anxiously babble to fill the sudden silence.

So he reached over and grabbed you're hand

Darling, you're fine, you're not going back there. I promise."

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

He was already on his way ass soon as your caller ID (which was something like "Tatertot" or some weird Soap shit) popped up on his work phone

He answered as he drove.

"Johnny..? Can you come get me..? I-I got into a fight and need to be picked up at my parents..."

He heard your voice break and someone yell something in the background making your voice waver as you stepped outside

He was there in twenty minutes...

out of an hour drive

You didn't really hesitate as you rushed down the driveway and into his passenger seat and slammed the door.

You watched the wildlife speed by, zoning out, when he asked

"Yer dad give you those?"

You were confused at first before pulling your sleeves down farther and stayed quiet

Which was all he needed to get mad and grip the steering wheel

You knew you were safe, but his anger scared you

So your breathing picked up and he gently put his hand on your arm.

"Yer okay Bonnie, I'm not gonna hurt you. Him? Absolutely. You? Never."

John Price

Dad instincts when you called him

He hadn't really heard your voice like that since you thought you were going to die on the field

He picked up your favorite foods and a new blanket, hoodie, and stuffie

He walked up to the house door and stood like a harbringer of death as you answered the door.

He delicately pulled you out and tucked you behind him

He had that look in his eyes he only had when he was livid

You gently touched his arm and he got you to his car, lingering beside you as he gently kissed your head.

"I got ya sweetheart, just stay in the truck..."

He said as he buckled you up and tucked the blanket around you with your snacks and drinks before going back into the house

You heard yelling, which made you flinch, then silence

John came back out and calmly got in the truck and kissed your hand before giving it a gentle squeeze

"We'll be back for your stuff tomorrow hun, you're staying with me now"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Rage

Just pure rage

Your caller ID popped up and he KNEW something was wrong

You don't call him

Not on the actual phone, always over Instagram on a burner account or Facebook or something

He left the room and answered your call

Soap had come to check on him and was concerned at the gleam in Kyle's eyes

Gaz didn't speak, he just left, and picked you up

He had your favorite music playing and a few snacks that he picked up at the corner store and just walked in

He didn't knock

He didn't announce his presence

Just walked in and scooped you up in his arms and left

You didn't ever go back

When your stuff went to be retrieved

Kyle did it

Along with Soap and Ghost who were really just there to keep Gaz from flipping his shit

I see him as a very protective boyfriend

Sebastian Krueger

Just a brooding asshole as he stood in the doorway

He had gotten your call and sped to get there

He didn't speak he just stood there as you got your stuff

The red marks on your face and the bruises forming on your arms made him angry

Everytime you left the house to but your books in his car, he rested his hand on his side weapon

Which he may or may not of forgotten he had on him until a family member pointed it out

Protective as fuck

Nikto

(i literally could find any for him 😭😭)

He was halfway there anyways

He just sped up and made a pitstop to grab some stuff you liked before picking you up

You gave him a sad little smile as you climbed in

You didn't buckle and just laid the seat back

Something you've only down a few times before curling into yourself

He gently ran his fingers through your hair as he drove off

He knew the area well, he grew up there

So he took you to a vacant field and flipped the center console of his truck up and slid over

He pulled you close and kissed your head as he rocked you slightly

His uniform uncomfortably rubbed against your skin as you gripped it tightly fighting against the tears that wanted to fall

"You can cry sweetheart, you're safe now"

Then you broke

You ugly cried against him

All the while he held you close and let you cry

He wasn't even mad right now

He was hurt

Hurt that someone that he swore was a divine being that couldn't be hurt

He buried his face in your hair once you cried yourself to sleep

"I'm sorry my sweetbaby, I'm sorry they hurt you... You didn't deserve that... I swear on whatever God is out there that I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again..."

Alex Keller

Kinda just showed up after your call

He stood there and kissed your head and pulled you close

He took you out for food, in his hoodie, and held you close as you ate

He kept pressing little kisses to your head and playing with your hair

He's a golden retriever so anything you asked for, you got that night

The two of you fell asleep on his couch, you curled up on his lap and him doing that dad sit with his arms around you

Farah Karim

No one fucks with her baby

She showed up with that angry lesbian look

She just has that look y'all I dated a lesbian and can fully saw they have this when pissed I thought I was gonna die- and I didn't even do it- my bestfriend does it too and i get terrified cause i have ✨anxiety✨

Kinda just stood there glaring down whoever the fuck put hands on you as she tucked you into her side and rubbed your back

You hid your face with your hair until you got on her bike and a bit down the road

"She hit me Far..."

You whispered and the bike slowed to a stop, she got off her bike (Putting the kick stand down of course) and circled around

She gently removed her and your helmet and pressed a kiss to your head as she gently inspected the bruise that was turning a hideous color

She looked like she was going to cry, or she was unimaginably pissed but you weren't sure which one

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, you didn't deserve to be hit. My sweet dove..."

She whispered as she held your face in her hands and pressed her forhead against yours

10/10 girlfriend

Valeria Garza

Showed up in a black SUV

Like four henchmen behind her as she knocked on the front door, when it opened she forced herself in and looked for you

She found you at the kitchen table and bent down, she gave you a little smile and laced her fingers with yours

You didn't look her in the eyes, you kept your gaze as low as you possible could, making her sad.

"Cariño? Look at me, tell me what happened..?" (Sweetheart)

Her voice was gentle and soft, but held an angry undertone as she hooked her finger under your chin and raised your head

Your busted lower lip told her everything as it quivered

"Are you mad..?"

Your voice was so quiet it sounded like a ghost

The broken words squeezed her heart as her hand moved up and held your face, her thumb rubbed your tear-stained skin

"Not at you, nunca a ti mi Amor..." (never at you)

She whispered and kissed you softly, and carefully as to not hurt your lip any

"Oh great. You're here to take that little bastard. It's your issue now. Now you can listen to it cry and call you a bitch and controlling"

Your mother's voice rattled off the inside of your skull making you look away as a bag was tossed at your feet and you reached down to get it only for Valeria to pick it up before you could reach it.

There was a dangerous gleam in Valeria's eyes as she helped you from the chair and noticed how you stood funny, all your weight on one foot as you leaned against her.

She helped you towards the door and gave your mother one last nasty look before leaving, she got you in the backseat and sat with you. Digging through the medkit in the back of the car and delicately cleaned your split lip as she gazed at you with such soft eyes.

"Mi hermosa mariposa … te mereces algo mejor que esto..." (My beautiful butterfly… you deserve better than this)

You didn't understand anything except "butterfly", she always called you that.

She always treated you so delicately and like you would break if she breathed to hard around you

At times like this, it made you glad for that school trip all those years ago. If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't have meet her and you wouldn't be safe.

You leaned into her, burying your face in her shoulder as your arms slowly went around her waist; holding her tight as your fingers gripped her vest. The material was uncomfortable, but you'd rather be uncomfortable than feel like you were a burden.

"Thank you," you whispered, "thank you Val..."

Konig

Was quiet about it when getting you out, he stood outside your home late that night

Catching your important things as you tossed them out the window

Then you when you jumped

He held you so delicately as your dog whimpered

You looked up at her as he carried you to his car, which was a bit down the road

Then he left

When he came back, your dog scrambled into the truck making you laugh and hug her tight as you cried

You gently pet her fur as you kissed her head and curled into Konig's seats

You were asleep by the time Konig got into the car

Your dog at your feet, her head in your lap, as he delicately put a blanket over you and softly pet your dogs head

"You did good protecting them girl, I'll take you to the vet as soon as possible..."

He spoke gently as he remembered how hysterical you when you called, not worried about yourself but instead your dog which had been kicked by your mother when your baby had jumped between the two of you and growled

He remembered how scared you were and how hard you cried as you screamed at your mother how that just wasn't right to do and that your dog was protecting you from her batshit insane ass

He remembered a loud slap, then the call ending

And now you were here, fast asleep in his car as he drove. His eyes floating over to your sleeping form every now and then when your dog whined.

the first thing he did, after getting you home, was take your dog to the vet to get her checked out

She was okay, just a bit bruised and had a tooth taken out

Konig took good care of her on the ride home, even ordered a pup cup (through the app, because he was to anxious to go through the drive through) from starbucks and sat in the parking lot holding the cup and feeding her dog treats.

He took good care of both of you the following morning and made sure you were patched up when he woke you up

He would've done it the night before, but he knew where your priorities were

Your dog and him.

It was always your dog and him, never yourself

Which was something he admired, but worried about you

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

He doesn't do anything confrontational

Just takes you and your cat in the middle of the night

Lets you know he's there and holds your hand while he drives

Keeps you on base with him

Makes you breakfast in the morning and keeps you distracted

Non-stop touch EX: puts in his hand on your back when you're walking, hand on your thigh while he drives, plays with your hair while cuddling, completely focused on you

Gets your stuff at a later date

Replaces certain things and loves you unconditionally

Alejadro Vargas

What's calm? Never met her

So many curse words

Literally broke so many road laws to get to you

Very angry

But very tender with you

Holds you behind him and holds your hand when you grab his

Very carefully drives with you in his car

Movie night after and kisses your head a lot

Bandages up the gash on your forehead

Every time he sees it though he gets angry and holds you tightly

When it scarred he felt guilt for not protecting you better

Still loves you so much though

Rodolfo Parra

Scarily calm

Stands there while you pack and follows you like a puppy

Notices your limp then kisses your head as he picks you up

"You're safe now, Me encargaré de todo, ¿vale?" (I'll take care of everything, okay?)

Sweetest boyfriend 10/10

Made you coco and kissed your head as he bandaged the splits on your knuckles

Extremely gentle with you and was slightly paranoid he'd hurt you

Nikolai

Silently angry Russian

A very... terrifying person when angry

Just leaned against the counter as you shuffled your important stuff out of your house

He genuinely was concerned about you, but was extremely mad about you being hurt

"Sweetheart... are you okay..?"

He whispered when the two of you were in his car

"Yeah just a little beat up..."

You whispered back with a giggle on your lips as you held his hand gently

Hs amazed that you were still so... hapy

"Fucking sunshine..."

He grumbled and lovingly pushed you before driving off

Grinch

The Southern came out

Made no sense in his bitter, angry, southern words

Pressed you so tightly against his chest you thought you were gonna break

The situation esculated and he had you behind him as more southern threats came from him, some of them made you giggle. Which did calm him down slightly.

The two of you got ice cream after

You ate your ice cream as he bandages the gash on your arm and the burn on your upper arm

He never understood how you could be so... happy when you just went through something so traumatic...

But if you were happy, so was he

Which it was hard not to be when you kept smearing ice cream on his forehead and nose and laughing so hard you'd cry

Sandman

A MENACE

Literally ruined their lives, starting when he picked you up

He messed with the front steps when he went into get you, he carried you out and set you in his truck with a gentle kiss on the forehead

"I've got you sweet love, you're safe..."

He promised as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before buckling you up and he shut the car door

He held your hand as he drove but kept his jaw clenched so he wouldn't remark about the slap mark on your face

Was very grumpy until you gave him kisses

Which was often because you craved his comfort as much as he craved yours

Frost

Your called ID popped up

He has you saved as some weird shit like "Twinkle Toes" (if you know you know)

He didn't asnwer because he was in a meeting but your voice was so broken in the voice mail it made his heart ache

You were sitting outside when he pulled into your driveway

He noticed the cigarette burns on the back of your hands when he approached and felt his blood boil

He gently bent down and pushed hair from your face, making you lean into his hand

"Hey babydoll... Are you... okay..?"

You gave a little nod and flinched when his hand completely rested against the tender skin on your cheek

"I guess..." you whispered "I hurt everywhere..."

Your voice was so broke and weak it made his stomach sick to know that someone had broken you down this far he barely recognized his stubborn and strong lover who sat in front of him

"Come on baby, let's get you out of here..."

His voice was so gentle and tender you broke down crying against him before leaning against him as he lead you to his truck.

He gently scooped you up and set you in his car with the compression blanket he used for his legs after really rough mission

He was gentle where he laid and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before hearing the screen door slam shut behind him.

He put his military grade headphones on you and called Sandy (sandman) to talk to you as he shut the door

He made sure the volume was up loud enough you couldn't hear the screaming outside the truck as he stood there listening to it all before reeling back and knocking the mother fucker to the ground

He got back in the truck to see you dozing off, he smiled sweetly and raised your hand gently and pressed a kiss above the burn marks

He drove carefully and made sure to avoid the potholes as he saw them and glanced at you every now and then to make sure you were still sleeping well

He slept in his driveway that night, he didn't want to move you or leave you alone

So he slept out there with you

He took out for breakfast the next day, through the driveway of course

Kate Laswell

Mmmmnnnnn angry

Just angry

But she was calm as she called the police and drove calmly to meet them

She only lost her shit when she saw your torn clothes and battered up state

Her touch was so gently as she pulled you into her arms and watched as your parents approached you

She felt the slap but didn't make any action towards it, you on the other hand reacted in an aggressive way

She had to lead you out, still very calm, and sit you in her car as you screamed and cried as she held you softly and rubbed your back and soothed you

"You're okay baby, you're safe now, I won't let them hurt you, they'll never hurt you again."

She reassured you as she kissed your head gently and gave you a gentle squeeze, she was so calm it put you to sleep as she waited for the police

She greeted them with you in her arms and her lips pursed

She let them check you over and took you to the hospital and let them take care of you before taking you to her home and laying you in her bed, after putting you in one of her sweatshirts

She stayed up until you woke up the next morning and kissed you softly

The lack of sleep didn't bother her, so she was perfectly fine as she drove around with you and distracted you from the day before

She was definitely the calmest out of everyone-

Phillip Graves

hm

hehehehe

He's not the government

He's a complete jackass

Made sly comments like:

"So... you wanna die?"

or

"I can see those burns on their pretty skin, do you want the same?"

You literally had to calm him down so you wouldn't have another fight on your hands

The black eye made him furious and how you limped made him see red

He was so gentle and docile with you as you gently held onto his arm

His hand delicately patted yours but quickly pulled away when you flinched

It wasn't until the late hours of the morning you actually left, you were to busy packing and calming Phillip down in between shuffles of his truck and your room

You fell asleep in his truck but woke up to him gently rolling your sleeves up to put some soothing cream on your arms

"Hey Sweetheart, have a nice nap?"

He asked with a chuckle before pressing a gentle kiss to your arm

You giggled gently and softly played with his hair

"I love you Phillip..."

"I love you too babybell"

Vladimir Makarov

He's a terrorist

He was a terror (pun intended)

He pulled a gun on your mother and held you close

No fucks given

You had to coax him into putting the gun away

"Mak... put the gun away... please put the gun away sweetheart... I don't want a murder charge..."

He put it away with a scoff when he saw how gentle your eyes were

He didn't understand how you could be so... concerned about the woman that had shoved you down stairs and sprained your wrist, making the skin an alluring purple and blue mix

The woman that left burns on your pretty hands, the woman that wore you down to the point you were almost unrecognizable from then you left to see her a week before

As he stared down at you his gaze softened and he delicately wrapped an arm around you

"Anything for you darling..."

You led him out and sat in the back seat of his car with you

You laid out on his seats with your head in his lap while someone drove, you looked up at him so sweetly as he brushed hair from your face

By the time you arrived at his safe house you weren't really upset anymore

He had amused your silly little thoughts the entire ride and made silly promises that he'd take you anywhere you wished, so when you named Paris he was... hesitant.

He didn't want you in the middle of his war, so he asked about Sweden

Which you agreed

You laughed as you stepped into his safe house and wrapped your arms around one of the thin support beams and swung around it

"We'll lay in the flower fields, if they'll let us, and cloud gaze!"

You yelled as you laughed, pulling a chuckle from him as he wrapped his arms around your waist

"Whatever you want to do, we'll do my love"

He muttered before kissing you gently, he could taste the blood on your lips making him worry that you had a busted lip

So he took your jaw in his hand and squeezed gently, making the bottom part of your face squish up and you look confused at him

"Open your mouth sweetheart, I wanna make sure that nothing inside that pretty, smart, little mouth of yours isn't hurt."

You rolled your eyes but complied, sticking your tongue out slightly for extra measure as you did

Which he quickly found the cause of the metallic taste

You had bitten your lip, really hard in fact, and it made him gently press a kiss to your tongue

"Ew!"

You exclaimed and pulled back and laughed as you covered your face

"You're disgusting Mak!"

You yelled with a laugh as he gently grabbed your wrist with his hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm

"Yeah but... you love me Darling"

You couldn't really argue with him so you just shuffled your hand out of the way and kissed him

"Damn right I do Sweetheart"

You eventually got into his bed as you tugged your shirt off and let him take care of your wounds

"How the literal, and I mean this as loving as possible Baby, did you get cut THERE?"

He asked as he moved your bra band up and gently put medical glue on the wound

"uuuhhh I dunno dude, I probably got it when I tumbled down the stairs"

You said with a shrug making him pinch your stomach

"Ow! Asshole that hurt!"

"Well don't move when I'm patching my doll up!"

He shot back, and you wouldn't yelled but you honestly were to flustered to

Your face burned and you scoffed

It took a few hours to actually get in bed

When you were dozing off, you had your head on his chest as he watched some stupid show in Russian

Though he had been nice enough to put on subtitles but you weren't really paying attention as your eyes fluttered shut

His arm was around your waist and delicately tracing shapes into the shirt, which was his, you wore

He pressed a kiss to your head and whispered:

"Sleep Маленькая кукла, you're safe now" (Little Doll)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

Kinda just lurked behind you like a shadow

Very silent as he helped you pack

It was like two in the morning

He got you out of that house in an hour with all your stuff

He kissed your hand as he drove

He was the sweetest with you and held you while you cried at a pitstop and then drove with you in his lap when you passed out

10/10 boyfriend

we're all just going to pretend like I didn't forget him-

Definitely just showed up out of the blue and waited for you outside

You ran into his arms and hid your face in his chest

You pressed your face into his chest and gripped his uniform in your hands

He held you so gently and rubbed your back as your parents came out screaming

His eyes narrowed and one of his hands rested on your head and he held you tighter as he took a defensive step back before his arm went around your ass and he delicately picked you up.

"Is there an issue here?"

He asked, his voice so cold and detached as he held you up and laced his fingers with yours, calming you slightly

Your ankle was swollen and he caught a glimpse of a hand print on your upper arm and on your cheek as you shrunk into him and whispered:

"They hurt me..."

His grip became slightly tighter on you and he retreated to his truck, never turning his back

He treated this like a war zone, he pulled his truck door open and set you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You're okay now baby, you're safe. I promise..."

He whispered as you shrunk into his seat.

"alright... I love you Kees..."

"I love you too, come on, let's get you out of this shit hole..."

He gave you a lopsided smile and kissed you softly before closing his truck door

His scent, which was mostly sand and sweat if you were honest, soothed you

You found on of his hoodies, which he just carelessly threw in the back seat, and slithered into it

You pulled the hood over your head and pulled the string shut, fully engulfing yourself in his smell, which put you to sleep

You were passed out by the time Keegan got back in the truck, he smiled softly and carefully backed out of the driveway and headed towards his home

[sopiao]

can i request headcannons with the 141 and konig during a road trip? like a looong ass road-trip. nothing for a mission, just a little trip or vacation.

ooh i just got back from a 10 hour long road trip too!

(Callsign will be ‘Shark’)

Price would be the one driving, Soap in the front, Shark, Ghost, and Gaz in the middle row, while König gets the back all to himself. Sometimes it would cycle who would be in the front with Price since they all wanted to take turns sleep.

Since König is the big bitch he is, he gets the whole back row to himself. He can ‘shooonk’ and ‘mi mi mi mi mi’ all he wants. With his pillow and pink jaguar blanket someone lent him cause he forgot his (most likely Soap’s). While Shark is stuck in the middle, stuck between Ghost and Gaz.

—

Price would have first dibs on the aux since he’s the driver. He’d only play songs that no one knows. Y’know the classics and his personal faves. No one gave him the aux since.

Soap would play songs that he likes, regardless of what anyone else thinks. ‘Shut up and drive’ by Rihanna, ‘Talk dirty’ by Jason Derulo, ‘Treasure’ by Bruno Mars. Will literally blast the volume at his favorite parts.

Occasionally Ghost or Gaz would yell at him to shut up, his only response being to turn the music up even louder.

—

“I’ve got to go to the loo..” Soap asked. Price gripping the wheel and taking an audible and long breath in and out through the nose.

“We just left THE FUCKING STOP”

—

During stops to restock on gas stations snacks or fill up on gas Gaz would get drinks he never finishes, it just piles up in the back. Shark got a bag of chocolate marshmallows, they later played basketball with it, Ghost’s mouth being the hoop.

Price would 100% do the dad-snack-hand from the drivers seat. While König got a whole tub of ice cream to eat in the back, just because he felt like it.

Soap actually got left at a gas station once. The car ride back to get him was quite.

—

Shark’s gasp made everyone turn to attention since it was so quite and their gasp sounded so alarmed. Shark leapt across Gaz’s laps and looked out the window.

“Cow!” They pointed out towards the field of cows minding their business.

“Cow?

“Woooaaah”

“COW”

—

König gets motion sickness very easily. Which is why he spends 60% of the car ride sleeping. But the times where he is awake, half the time he’s throwing up in a paper bag. Ghost having to throw it out while Gaz and Soap try not to gag. Shark is rubbing him on the back and giving him water to feel better :).

—

Gaz would sleep against the car door, a pillow between him and the door, one leg would be across Ghost and Shark’s lap and the other would be on the middle console of the front. Sometimes Soap would have to nudge his dinosaur socks out of the way.

Ghost would claim he’s not tired at all, but is always the first one to fall asleep. Arms crossed and head back while he snores like a motor boat. First time this happened Price freaked out that he was dying, choking or something, and had Shark punch him in the chest.

He didn’t feel like sleeping after that.

Eventually when he does he’d be in the same position as Gaz, but both of his legs would be across Sharks and Gaz’s lap. Hitting the opposite door.

—

“Would you rather fight 100 toddlers or—” Shark asked of the first thing that came to mind.

“A hundred toddlers” Soap interrupted them, no hesitation.

“I didn’t even finish the question—”

“Those kids are getting CURB STOMPED”

“No—”

—

Going down a long path in the middle of the night. Practically in the middle of nowhere as the only thing keeping them company was yards of grass and mice that hid in little holes for the night. Everyone was fast asleep until they felt the car shift to a stop. They all immediately looked at each other after seeing where they were stopped.

“Let’s stretch our legs, been a while” Price explained, being the first to get out, turning the car off and the key out of the ignition. They were all still confused why they stopped suddenly, but they understood that hours of driving does no good for the legs.

Price made sure to turn the head lights off too. The rest of them thought that they’d just but in the middle of nowhere in the dark but they were frozen in amazement when they saw how bright the sky is, despite it being 12 midnight.

Without all the city lights and street lights to pollute the sky the night looked so bright. Stars that were barely visible, only a dot in the sky, were now shining and bright. In the city you could only see 6-7 stars 10 if your lucky, but right now it was like you could see till the end of the galaxy.

Not a word was spoken the entire time they were out. It was beautiful but also so surreal and bone chilling seeing how much space there is beyond this world. Every star a sun and every sun had at least 5 planets. There had to be at least one other life form.

Those 20 minutes were the most quiet but calming 20 minutes of the trip. Something they shared and saw together.

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hey!! The ask you answered about some satosaugu fic recommendations kinda made me curious if you got any other fics to recommend. Pretty please? <33 (Also, I love your fics so much, been so fascinated with them ever since I found them. Please keep up the good work <3)

considering op didn't specify which fandom they wanted...I'm gonna go ahead and link every single one of my favorite fics mwahahaha

His Savior (geto suguru x reader)

Takes place right after Suguru kills the village and adopts his daughters. Reader is a non-sorcerer but is still able to weasel into his heart! For now its slice of life, super super cute

The Things that Lie beneath the Sea (Mermaid!OchaIzuKatsu x reader)

Reader is hinted to be recently divorced and decides to spend a year isolated on an island and meets three merpeople that are a bit too interesting. Even though im no longer in the mha fandom, i still go back to see if the author has added any chapters. Really really good! And it has a (sort of) language barrier!

Fight Night (MMA fighter!Sukuna x reader)

Reader gets tangled up with MMA fighter sukuna???? Yum???? it's like 80% smut buuuut the plot and they way they both bond is super cute too!

Zero day (Ghost x reader x Konig)

To avoid jail time, reader joins Task Force 141 as their tech support. Super interesting plot! I don't think it's being updated anymore:( but this is one of my favorite COD fics of all time!!!

Simple Math (Poly! Ghostsoap x Nurse!reader)

Soap and Ghost try to flirt with their oblivious nurse...despite soap being currently hospitalized

Bird Song (Jake sully x human!reader x neytiri)

Reader gets taken hostage by the Na'vi and becomes Neytiri's and Jake's babysitter. Yall its such a cute poly fic iloveitiloveitiloveitsosomuchhhh. Technically not completed but i think it ended perfectly!

Something (just like this) (Izuku x reader)

Reader gets hired to make pro-hero izuku a comic book based on his life and they bond! So so so cuteeeee ahhhhhh!!!!

Undone (Squid Game salesman! Kuroo x reader) (noncon)

Reader catches Kuroo with his latest victim player.

It's a vanasha fic. You already know it's gonna be amazing

Love, Death and Circuits (Android! YoRHa!Gojo x reader)

Reader wakes up ten thousand years in the future where humanity now lives on the moon. It's Android's gojo's first time meeting a human and they learn what happened while the reader was asleep.

THIS is the fic that got me into the nier automata hyperfixation for like three months. You do not need to play the game to understand this. It's a super sweet fic:) Yan gojo is there too as a treat!!!!

The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (Connor DBH x reader)

Post revolution. Androids and humans are trying to coexist. Reader is part of an organization to help ease this process along. Connor learns what it's like to fall in love

How many times have i reread this???? I'm not gonna answer that. It's so gorgeous. The author perfectly encapsulates a deviant connor. He's so lost and unsure but the way he keeps moving forward is so inspiring! And the mc and connor's blooming relationship is super cute to see. The world building the author is able to make from Cage's chicken scratch is amazing too! And philosophy!

I have like two thousand more but this is already long enough teehee. if yall read any pls pls pls give the authors a kudos/bookmark/comment!!!!

[neoarchipelago]

Switching it up from the last ask, what if the 141 were gods and the reader was human?

Greek gods: Price: Zeus, Ghost: Hades/Ares, Soap: Posiden, Gaz: Hermes, Konig: Hephaestus, etc

Norse Gods: Price: Odin, Ghost: Thor, Soap: Loki of course lol, Gaz: Meili, Konig: Jotunn, etc

If you don't know a ton about these Gods it's okay, you don't have to do this one lol

This was such a good idea!!! (I chose the Greek gods even though I still suck at it, the thought of Ghost being Hades won me over.) Also I feel like i completely got carried away with the NSFW part... I hope you like this my love

Task 141!Greek gods x F!Reader

The gods themselves. The pantheon. It has been a long while they had decided to walk down from their pearly little castle. They had decided to mingle amongst the humans, now free from having to look after them. Unfortunately, chaos and wars are something they were used to so of course taking part of military activities seemed to be the best thing to do.

Squad 141 had quickly become one of the best squads there could be. Of course, how could it not when gods themselves were part of it? Of course, they enjoyed themselves, being able to fulfill their cravings while living the normal 'human' life.

Until you arrived. It was unexpected. Not the first time of course, they had already added some humans to the squad for short periods of time but you. Oh sweet you. They had been confused by your sweet cheerfulness. The way you skipped through the dorms. Poseidon... Hum... Soap, above all, had found someone he enjoyed playing around the base with. Gaz himself enjoyed your company, and even Hades ... Usually so gloomy found himself almost smiling in your presence.

Of course, Price kept reminding everyone that this... This should not be happening. Not at all. Bringing you on missions with gods was an absolute awful idea. They had to cut ties and quick. They'd find something to complain about on the first mission, making sure you get removed from the force.

Unfortunately, nothing had gone as planned. You had found yourself in an extremely dangerous situation, to protect them. Fury had taken the gods, as blood and wails were the only things on the battlefield as they carried you to safety.

From that point onward, you never left their side again. They decided that you'd be their little pet, little adorable human they'd keep close to them.

Price enjoyed above all discussing with you. You were such a witty and smart person that he simply enjoyed siting with a cup of tea or coffee and talk with you about anything.

Soap had found a partner in crime to play pranks around the base, showing you his explosives.

Gaz him, often took you out to shop with him, you had become gossip and shopping buddies. Which you obviously enjoyed, merely to spend time with him.

Ghost... Ghost was a silent man. But he enjoyed listening to your read, even if you were completely unaware of it. He was the most protective of the group, always keeping an eye on you, keeping recruits or other high ranks away from you.

Konig always found a way to bring you little gifts. Little jewelry he made or even knifes. You beamed everytime, blushing and he enjoyed it. You always praised him on his amazing handcrafting, making proud.

Things changed a bit on one of the many missions. You were fighting off a soldier who had ran behind you, cornering you. It was a sticky situation and Ghost had found you pretty quickly. Unfortunately, a knife thrown your way had let it slip. A glimpse of his true self, your wide eyed stare only comforting him in the idea that yes, you did saw it.

The way home was silent, and he tried to avoid you. You didn't seem scared but mostly confused. It took a few days for the boys to sit you down and tell you the truth. You had been very curious much everyone's relief. You had felt like the safest human on earth.

NSFW poly!141 x f!Reader

It had started in a Blur. A pretty dress as you had announced you had a date to attend. The room had turned colder than it seemed. Rainy clouds in the sky. You had sighed, scolding the boys for being so over protective.

You had skipped your way out the door under the tension of the gods's gazes. Price and Ghost had remained home with Konig while soap and gaz walked ou to get some air. In reality they had followed you around, keeping a close eye on you and making sure to stop any attempt the recruit had towards you.

They wouldn't say it out loud. Any of them. But the thought of some random idiot having the privilege to own you... To kiss and lick that pretty little cunt was unbearable to them.

When you had walked back home, annoyed and irritated by the boy you had met, the gods could barely hide their happy moods.

During one of your movie nights, when you had cuddle a bit too close to price, head resting on his chest as you dozed off, short a bit too short on your thighs. Wandering eyes and huffed breaths. You had seemed to drift into some kind of curious dream, little moans and whines escaping you parted lips. Your body reacting to slight touches Price gave you, little trails of his fingers along your arms or your back, soft squeezes of your delicious thighs making you whimper.

They wouldn't dare to go further. Not without your consent. The gods looked at each other, way too aware of the reaction you were causing to them.

"We have to play nice. No wars my brothers." Price had reminded.

"There's no need for wars. We all want the same thing. Same goal." Gaz had answered.

"To take care of her." Konig added.

"Make her. Ours." Soap grinned.

After that night, you had felt them change around you. You could sometimes feel their hungry gaze but you weren't sure. Little touches and featherlight kisses on the cheek. You weren't sure of what you were feeling. The affection you had for them was obvious but the more they acted like this towards you the more your feelings grew into something twisted. Could it be love? It was surely lust...

A little booze had given that little push the group needed. A poker night, game night with gods. The burning liquor in your throat gave you too much determination. It untied tongues, held back too long. Soap was the first. The blush on your cheeks too irresistible. Of course always under the supervised gaze of the rest of the task force. He had carressed your cheek as you leaned into his touch, feeling the heat rise.

"So cute darling. You look hot" he had grinned, proud of his pun.

You had giggled, now their hungry looks were perfectly visible. Of course you were blushing. The room itself was too warm. You had discovered a new voice to yourself, as you had teased them.

"You all look like you want to pounce on me..."

The silence after that was deafening. Only their eyes burned into you.

"you... Do?" You questioned, bewildered.

Curses were heard under mumbled and hissed breaths.

"listen darling." Price had started getting closer to you. "We do not want to scare you. We mean no harm at all."

"we simply feel... Very... Attracted to you." Gaz whispered close to your ear. How did he get so close...?

"we... Want to worship you my dear..." Konig's lips on your ankle made you shiver.

"but only. If you wish for us to do so." A firm hand wrapped around your neck from behind, a strong chest pressing again your back the familiar scent of hades.

"me..? For... All of you? Isn't that... Odd?" You had questionned, the obvious wetness in between your legs betraying you.

"if one thing is sure, you are worth sharing. As we share mutual feelings towards you." Price explained.

"we want to make you ours, protect you, make you feel... Adored." Soap grinned against the skin of your shoulder.

"say no... And we'll stop..." Konig warned, teeth grazing at the soft skin of your leg.

"say stop. And we'll walk away and never try to have you again. It won't change a thing to us" Gaz explained, kissing your knuckles softly.

"Or give in. Be ours for eternity. And we'll make you burn for us..." Ghost whispered into the back of your neck.

You closed your eyes, their breaths and hands were overwhelming but oh so good. Did you? Would you? You wanted to.

One nod and it was all it took. All it took to lead to this situation. As you sat in Soap's lap, his cock buried inside you as the men watched closely, listening to your every moan. He had laid you down, as you felt the strong chest of Konig behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, softly caressing their way to your chest.

Lips and kisses made the room feel like some secret sinful place. Each had marked a different place on your body, you'd be covered in hickeys by morning. They were sweet, careful.

"You alright little dove? Tell me, can you handle more?" Gaz whispered in your ear as the men stood to attention, waiting to hear your answered. You a mewled a little yes, the men thrilled to please you more. Price and Ghost had been the limit for you. Your first time with them had been crushed by the intensity of your orgasm as price pumped himself in and out, feeling you clench around him as sweet nothings pooled from his lips.

You had needed a second to breath, and the men gladly did so, kissing you softly one by one before kissing your body. Ghost did not seem annoyed or angry to see tired and probably not able to take more, he was willing to leave it at that, seeing you fucked out and hazed making him way too happy. He'd have you another time for sure.

But you had wanted to. You had given him puppy eyes, kissing him deeply, straddling his lap. He was big. Not as big as Konig, but he was thick. His cock might split you open. He had tangled his fingers in your hair making you look at him.

"We don't have to. You're exhausted. I can feel your nervousness darling... Do not force yourself."

"I'm not... I want this... I do... Will you walk me through it... Gently?" You had asked in a little whine.

He had cursed under his breath, helping you sink slowly unto his cock, the feeling bringing out a glimpse of something darker, belonging in the underworld.you had felt the boys step closer, praises and kisses to your back.

"You're taking him so well" Soap whispered.

"you're doing so good my love" Gaz cooed.

"Such a good girl" Price praised against your ear.

You bounced up and down on his lap, the overstimulation and sensitiveness making you loose focus and your ability to speak. Only your moans and whines filled the room alongside their words.

They had started storming themselves again, the sight of you, completely fucked out and dumbified by their cocks and the several orgasm you had gone through making it simply impossible not to get hard again.

You his your face in Ghost neck, tears filling your eyes, falling down your cheeks as you felt yourself completely crumble. He hushed you, helping you bounce faster on his length, feeling you clench around him.

"f-fuck..." He groaned.

You were so close, tipping off the edge when he kissed you, tongue battling to muffle something almost pornographic. You only separated when he felt you shiver, that tightness on your pretty pussy around him making aware of how close your were.

"go on my love. Cum for me... Cum again for us..." He praised, hitting a sweet post deep inside you.

You came, vision blurry, fading to black as your hearing left you as well, the sound of stranded moans and grunts, only telling you that they had found their own release.

The next morning your awoke in the middle of soft pillows and blankets, the men sleeping all around you as you blushed heavily at the memory of last night. But you felt happy and proud and God... Were you lucky.

[saintship]

Can i request Reader being almost blown up on the mission and their face is almost completely burnt/scarred??😢When they wake up and see their red face covered in bandaids and oils they just break down and decide to wear a mask from now on. And Konig seeing them doesn't know what's going on until he accidentally notice how they pulled up their mask a little to eat. Pleaseee😭 I've hard this idea for days. Can it be with fluff at the end? LOVE YOUR WORK SM

THANK YOU !!

OH MY GOD SAINTSHIP ABOUT FUCKING TIME

this has been ROTTING in my drafts I am so sorry anon, also got a little carried away at the end but nothing spicy just big feels

I really hope you enjoy

I love this idea it’s so fitting for König, I feel he’s very observant given how little he draws attention to himself.

Mask

König x gn!Reader - call sign: Radar

Life around the base could be monotonous. Being in one place usually meant paperwork, meals, paperwork, sparring or group lessons, more paperwork, passing out in your bunk, and doing it all again.

It was different, however, when all of this is happening directly after a loss. And not just losing the fight, but losing many of their soldiers. It was the young men, some no older than 20, losing their lives in the explosions that no one predicted that shook the 141 especially. Their only solace was that they managed to save you.

The air around you was burning hot, flakes of ash floating to singe the gaps of skin they could access. You crawled desperately on your stomach underneath a scorched truck, trying to make your way to the others.

“RADAR, COPY!”

A flaming piece of rubble tumbled next to you, making you jump.

“I’m—I’m on my way..”

“By the east bridge where we came in, you got that?”

Ghosts assuring tone rang faintly in your ears. Finally, you crawled out into a open area, stumbling in the direction of the bridge. The truck there flashed its headlights.

“Move it, private!”

“Yes sir..”

Before you made it a hundred yards, the engine in the car beside you exploded, blasting your body to one side and scalding the right side of your face in flames.

“RADAR!”

Your head smacked the dirt, and the world around you blurred until it was dark.

“Wrap their face!”

“Bampots, these fucks are.”

Soap’s voice cut through the fog that seemed to fill your ears.

“Speak—english.” Your rough voice caught the attention of the truck you lay in, Gaz quickly finishing up wrapping your face. He left as much room as he could, but all that showed in the end was your left eye and mouth.

“Lass..” Soap ignored your taunt, moving to kneel at your side.

“Hi.” Your voice sounded unlike yourself.

Soap’s attention was suddenly pulled to the back of the truck as it rolled to a stop. He darted to swing them open, revealing a few members of Las Almas.

“We’re understaffed on medics, but Rudy’s got basic medical training from boot.” Price explained. “Are you stayin’ awake okay?”

You nodded, the movement stinging your face and scalp, but as he said those words it was like he’d called it—the interior of the truck was dotting quickly in dark spots. Rudy’s gloved hand touching your shoulder was all you felt, and you slipped under again.

This time, it wasn’t voices that woke you. It was the incessant beeping of a heart rate monitor at your side. They’d brought you to the med unit on base—you were home. After taking in the sterile room, your head fell back against the pillow again, exhausted. Fresh gauze plastered most of your face, but the skin underneath felt dry. You needed a change.

Carefully setting down the fingertip pulse monitor on the bedside table, you guided your IV stand over to the mirror and sink, sifting through the drawers for gauze and burn ointment. After retrieving the right tools, you hesitate before removing your wraps. Your good eye seemed as though the color had dulled—the dark circles underneath especially prominent. Your lips were slathered in ointment, but the damage was evident. Breathing deeply, you began to unwrap the gauze. Your eyes remained trained on the sink until the last piece fell into the basin, only then lifting your eyes to the mirror.

No. No, no..

The right half was—gone. It was hard to describe; the skin that had been there before was rendered to an angry scarlet. The tissue pulled and tightened oddly, your right eye missing it’s eyelashes and eyebrow. A sob ripped from your throat involuntarily. Your face contorting from the crying caused pain to tear through your head while your tears stung the affected areas. You hardly registered a nurse coming in, leading you to lie back down, and re-wrapping your head through your protest. One sentiment rang clear through your breaking down;

You could not show this face anymore.

Which brought you to now. Sitting alone, hunched up in the corner of the cafeteria, quickly lifting your balaclava only to put food in your mouth before covering it just as quickly. It had only been a few days—the others knew to leave you be. The 141 sat in a group not far from you, one of them sneaking a glance every so often. You seemed to shrink into yourself, as though you could disappear if you cowered enough.

König wandered into the cafeteria not long after you’d sat down, sitting by himself to eat. You felt a little creepy people watching, knowing you resembled a certain intimidating member of the task force, but found nothing better to do.

König rid of his tray after eating quickly, going over to the 141 after Soap cheerfully called him over. You smiled at his inclusiveness, which deepened when König pointed to himself curiously. Even though smiling pulled at the tender muscle, you didn’t care.

König was pulled into a seat by Soap’s arm, the sight of such a smaller man strong-arming him rather ridiculous.

“Leave him be, Christ, Johnny.” Price picked at his tray, shaking his head at the soldier.

“I’m being friendly, sir.” Soap defended himself, relieving König of his arm.

“Friendliest in the military, aye?” Ghost murmured, lifting his mask to drink out of his canteen.

“Pride myself on it.”

“You’re diggin’ your grave, mate.” Gaz grinned.

“Oi, you-"

“Moving on!” Price grunted, to which Soap sat back and sulked at his refusal to let him argue.

“That was impressive the other day, König. Pulling a truck together and findin’ someone to treat Radar? You saved their life.”

König studied the grain of the tabletop, heat rising up his neck. “Danke. I still don’t know—what happened? They still look..scared.” König snuck a glance at you. Your fleeting eyes and hunched shoulders made his heart break. Seeing someone so determined, so welcoming, so gracious and funny and kind, reduced to a frightened animal—it didn’t make sense.

Price sighed, his eyes carrying the same weight König held in his chest.

“Their face..it got pretty fucked up. It won’t impact their daily living too much, and I’ve seen worse, but it obviously got to them.”

Soap fiddled with the screw top of his canteen. “Really got to them.”

König casted one last look and caught sight of your charred skin, everything clicking into place. You thought you needed to hide.

“I hope they get through it.” König murmured.

“For their sake.”

Because they’re so nice to be around.

König watched you a bit again at dinner, catching more of your facial scars. He wished he had the words to speak to you, but his boots seemed to cement to the linoleum at the thought of approaching.

“You got a crush, eh?” Soap’s sudden presence beside König startled him, studying Soap’s smug half-smile with confusion.

“Crush?” He repeated the new English word. “What is that? What am I crushing?”

“No-" Soap grinned, sitting up straight. “You have a crush. Means you like someone. In that way? König, do I need to explain-"

“No—no, no, I understand now.” König’s face burned; he was grateful it was largely hidden. “I don’t, though, I-"

Soap’s face morphed into one of ‘don’t even try.’

“It’s..” König huffed, lowering his voice. “I’m their colonel.”

“Eh, not really. Different clubs n’ all.” He pointed briefly to Radar. “They’re a keeper. And sweet, too. Don’t stamp this out, mate.” With a clap to König’s shoulder, he stood to join his task force as the mess hall cooks called an end to the meal. König nearly jogged to his quarters, his thoughts racing.

Sitting at the edge of your cot, you removed your balaclava for the first time in nearly 18 hours. The fresh air soothed the irritation caused by trapped sweat and fabric, a sigh escaping your nose.

You made you way to the mirror and sink, studying the damage as you did every chance you got. It wasn’t as angry as the day you got hurt, but the scarring would be permanent. You turned away before more tears could slip by, gently folding the cloth mask.

A rapping on your door made you jump, striding over quickly while wrestling with the mask to go back over your head. You opened the door cautiously, revealing a tall silhouette.

“Hello.”

“Hi, König..” you scanned the hall, not completely sure what it was you were searching for.

“Can I—come in? If that’s alright, it’s okay if-"

“Sure.” You left the door to sway of its own volition, turning to sit on your cot and look up at your coworker. “What’s going on?”

König closed the door gently, fidgeting with his hands. “I’ve—noticed something about you.”

Your shoulders deflate. “No shit.”

You didn’t mean to bite your words that way, but you did, and he shrunk a bit at your tone.

“I apologize. I will leave you be-"

“No, König,” you sighed, frustrated with yourself. “Say what you were going to say.”

He paused, as if a step in any direction would set off an alarm. “May I?” He gestured to the space beside you, to which you nodded.

The cot bowed slightly as he sat, his height still a bit intimidating even after some time knowing him. Being right next to him, you couldn’t help but feel a little small. He looked at his lap, wrestling with his mind on how to start the conversation.

“Where did you get your callsign from?” He blurted the question, briefly turning his head to you.

You paused, not expecting his casual inquiry. “Uh..when we did training in the dark, in boot camp, I could always feel someone coming up behind me.” You gestured to your back before clasping your hands back together. “My sergeant would tell me I had a built-in motion radar,” you laughed a bit at the memory, finding the courage to smile a bit under your mask. “Gaz had met me by then, and he started calling me by Radar, and it stuck.”

König blinked thoughtfully, humming in understanding.

“That’s not the reason you came in, is it?” You teased, leaning to push his side a bit. You noticed he let himself sway instead of remaining rigid.

“You got me. Uh..I just wanted to tell you something that I thought you could..consider.”

Biting back another deflective joke, you nodded, letting him continue.

“There was never a time in the military that I did not have my sniper hood.” He studied his boots, which still easily sat flat on the floor. “Not just because of my—aspiration, but.." he inhaled, then sighed deeply.

You could tell he’d never spoken these words. The impulse to touch some part of him, to comfort him, was blinding. Only his voice brought you back into the moment.

“It was..is, because I hate to see myself. I hate being seen. It feels like I’m giving away a part of myself to every stranger I come across. I would rather choose who sees me, in more ways than one.”

His voice was no more than a murmur, and for the first time, you saw the broken man nestled in a soldier’s body before you. His head hung low, his hands shook, and in the silence after his confession, his eyes fluttered shut. To hide from what, you didn’t know.

“I need you to know," he spoke, eyes still closed. “You don’t have to live this way. You are..kind, and resilient. And..” he turned his head away to utter the final word, a whisper in the dim light.

“And beautiful.”

“König..”

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry..” he stood abruptly, shaking the cot. Watching him head for the door, you refused to let yourself lose him.

“Wait.”

You ripped off what covered your face, your hair falling into place in its wake. König stared, entranced.

“I’m glad you came here. I don’t want you to go, I don’t..” it was your turn to sigh in pause. “I don’t want you to hide from me.”

König blinked, confusion gathering in his eyes.

“Please?”

“Liebling..” he breathed. He crossed the room in a few strides, taking your scarred cheek in his hand.

Anxiety held you in place, your hands finding purchase in the gaps of his vest and his sweater.

“You deserve to walk out of this room and not feel afraid.”

“König..”

And then his hands were over his head, pulling up his beloved sniper hood over and off of his head. You didn’t move, your only physical reaction being the blush that burned its way up your neck.

His eye paint made him look intimidating, but his eyes were far from threatening anyone. His lips, scarred from combat, parted slightly with bated breath. On the skin not painted with black, freckles dotted randomly, forming triangles, lines, and other shapes you wanted to memorize. His brow worried into a slight upturn, which was hidden ever so slightly by the hair that dropped near his eyes. The rest of it was a mess, a rich auburn that stuck up and settled down in all the right places.

“You’ve got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words tumbled out before you could catch them by the tail. Fear clogged your throat in the moments where he didn’t respond before he leaned down quickly, pressing his lips gently to yours. It was devoted and kind, a kiss that said I don’t just love you, I like you.

When he pulled back, both his hands were still settled on your cheeks, the heat of his palms making you dizzy.

“Thank you..” you breathed.

König grinned sideways, and you nearly fainted.

“For what?”

“Not leaving.”

[stanfordswifey]

PLEASEEE🙏🙏 DO A PART TWO OF THE READERXGHOSTXKONIG

"I'm here for you."

Pt. 2 of "i'm sorry"

I was waiting for my ipad but i just got this idea and i dont wanna put it to waste 😭😭

As you bump into simon, könig catches you, holding you tight. You notice his eyes are watery and that he's about to cry, you scoff.

"we're done könig."

You stand up, noticing simon you give him a weak smile and walk again. Konig is a mess behind you, he was hurt. He felt so many emotions passting through him. He truly was sorry, it took him everything to not break down in the middle of the base right there and then. He quietly gets up and everyone who was looking at your outburst moves to make way for the giant. Ghost stood there, dumbfounded and concerned.

--

Ghost went to könig's office, obviously curious and concerned.

"What happened back there?"

Ghost looks around the room, noticing it was dark and he could hear sniffling in the corner, where he saw könig crying.

"You alright mate?"

He asks, concern in his voice.

"i fucked up, ghost."

Ghost sits next to him, comforting him the best he can.

"There's plenty of fish in the sea colonel, you'll find some-"

Konig cuts him off, clearly irritated.

"There's no one better. I fucked up, she gave me a chance and i fucked up."

They sit there in silence for a while, ghost awkwardly trying his best to comfort konig.

--

You were pissed. You drove back home, fighting back your tears. He wasnt worth it. No. He was, but if he chose to cheat on you like that, sober. It was just not worth it.

You sobbed and banged your head on the steering wheel in a red light, you were angry, pissed. You trusted him, you were there for him in his lowest.

It suddenly started raining, hard. The pit pattering of the raindrops on your car muffling your cries. The light had turned green-- or so you thought. You drove through a red light and BAM! a speeding truck hit your side of the car and knocked you out.

There you were, dying. Ironically like the ones in the movies where the wife dies first, you chuckle as your memories pass by.

---

One, König holding up a chocolate bar so you wouldn't reach it, laughing at your desparate attempts on trying to grab it.

Two, movie night with konig after he was too tired to do anything after his mission, you two cuddled together and just enjoyed eachother's company while watching a barbie movie.

Three, König dropping all of his shields after you confessed to him, crying in your arms.

"Really? Meine liebe.. i'll be here for you forever, i won't ever betray you"

He whispered in your ear between sobs of happiness. You always thought if you were to die you'd die in his arms, and yet here you are. Dying alone.

"I'm sorry könig.."

You whispered in staggered breaths, finally letting yourself feel the embrace of sweet death.

--

"Would you really let her go just like that?!"

Simon hissed, slapping könig. König looked at him, fonally realizing what he had just done. He grabs his keys and starts to sprint to his car, planning to apologize. Simon following him close behind, Simon was also very concerned about you- worried even, you two had been best friends ever since you met, you had helped him through his worst times. He had a crush on you but the way he saw you look at könig.. he had to push it away to be a good friend for you, doing anything to keep you happy.

Konig drives off with simon, stopping by and buying flowers for you even. When he reached your house, his heart stopped. There were police cars and sirens. He went out in the rain, leaving the flowers in the car as he went to ask for an officer what was happening. But before he could ask the police turns around and asks him a question that gives his gut a feeling that it wasn't a good sign.

"Do you know the person who lives here?"

He nods, worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you König?"

He nods again, suspicion raising.

"She's in the hospital, i suggest checking up on her now."

König's heart drops, rushing back to the car even though soaking wet- he drives over the speed limit and gets to the nearby hospital, startling ghost.

"Woah mate calm down! What's wrong?"

The moment they park and ghost sees where they are, he gets the idea. Both of them feeling their heart pumping a little too much, scared. They go into the hospital, rushing to your bedside. König grabs your cold hand, his tears falling down.

"I'm so sorry.. im so so sorry shatz"

As simon sees the situation, he loses it all. He's pissed and he knows who to blame, whose fault this was. Who fucked up. This was when he snapped, losing all of his cool, he pushes könig.

"Why?! WAS SHE NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!"

Simon yells, angry tears falling and his mask drying it up. König stays quiet, knowing it was in fact his fault, his fault this happened, his fault he messed up, everything was his fault. He sits down next to your hospital bed and caresses your hair gently.

"I could've treated her better. You promised nothing would happen to her."

Simon's fists roll up as he looks down, tears falling as he finally let the reality of all of this happening. Before he could pounce on könig a doctor comes in, informing them that you had a miscarriage. The crash had taken your baby's life. But not yours, you had a chance to live still, they calculated that you would have to stay in the hospital for a couple weeks until they could let you go.

Simon was dumbfounded, confusion and anger on his face. As soon as the doctor left he walked over to könig, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"You got her pregnant then cheated on her?!"

"I can explain!"

Simon scoffs, letting go of könig.

"Go ahead, explain."

Silence fills the room as könig looks away, not having an explanation for everything. Simon chuckles, still pissed.

"Get out."

"What?.."

"Did you not hear me?"

Ghost leans in, pissed.

"Get. Out."

König sighs, he looks at your unconscious body with tears in his eyes, mumbling an apology under his breath before going out of the room.

Ghost sits down beside you, holding your hand oh so lovingly as he wipes his tears and pulls you close for a hug, making sure you're alright.

"I'm here for you"

---

A/N

Okay i srs tried my best i gave up because damn this is wayy too cheezy and corny for me bye (end my life) please tell me how to write omfg.

[bluegiragi]

You elaborated wonderfully on how Horangi views other Haetae and his relationship to them (I love how your brain works fr every tidbit of what you come up with is scrumptious).

You also gave us vague ideas of how Price and Soap view other dragons/werewolves.

But I’d love to know explicitly, How does everyone in 141 (and Konig) view others of their kind? How do they get treated by other monsters and hybrids? (I’d like to imagine they get a slight amount of flack for cooperating sometimes with the likes of humans)

lots of reading in this post, but I’ll section it off into Harpy, Wraith and Percht so it’s a bit more organized :)

Harpies

Harpy culture really prioritises independence above all else, to the point that their young are left to fend for themselves after they turn 16. They’re also quite a prideful bunch, which means they really dislike sharing space with other harpies. In the military it can be especially dicey, since two harpies will instinctively consider it an insult if they’re forced to be on the same team (it’d be like telling them you don’t think they’re good enough on their own) and it’ll result in a fight at worst and a cold, distant relationship at best. Even Gaz, who is pretty coolheaded and thoughtful as far as harpies go, would be irritated in that sort of situation.

Harpies don’t have this kind of instant animosity for any other flighted monster (like dragons) although they’ll still get a bit competitive. That irritation is a remnant instinct from back when they’d battle each other in the sky to prove themselves to mates - it would always end with one, dead, plummeting to the earth and the other victorious, still flapping. Their mating rituals are a lot less lethal these days, but that immediate wariness around their own kind has stuck.

Wraiths

There is no confirmed number of wraiths currently existing and probably never will be, because they’re impossible to keep track of. However, their numbers are probably very low, simply because the circumstances needed to create a wraith are extremely specific and unlikely to naturally occur.

Because of this, it’s unknown if two wraiths have ever even met - Ghost has definitely never met another one in his whole life (and never wants to either)- but if they did, chances are it wouldn’t end well for anyone involved. They are volatile, capable of massive amounts of destruction if let loose and (so far) impossible to contain against their will. I think they’d mostly be apathetic to one another in a “don’t fuck with me, and I won’t fuck with you” sort of way but they’re naturally sort of angry and vengeful, so it’s best to assume violent confrontation is an inevitability.

For what it’s worth, I think if Ghost did meet another wraith, he’d pity them.

Perchts

Perchts like each other well enough, so long as nobody veers away from tradition too much. They’re monsters that are perfectly happy living within their very insular, very regimented communities and distrust anything that differs from the norm. Their judgemental ways come from generations of belief that their kind all working towards the same goal is the only thing allowing them to survive in the remote areas they call home. However, they tend to go way too far, and punish any deviancy with draconian responses like public beatings and even exile.

König (or Klaus, as he was once known) tried his best in their community but he was doomed from the start with his enormous stature. He adopted a hunch as a child to try to fit in with his peers but it just wasn’t enough. After one too many mistakes, he was beaten and left for dead, effectively disowned by his own kind.

He was saved by a scouting party that happened to be in the area and then voluntarily allowed himself to be mutated so that he could be useful. He was all too happy to do so in the moment with spite against his own kind fueling him, but he regrets it a little nowadays as it’s started to take its toll on him.

Fun fact: Perchts can shapeshift into humans to hide their monstrous features. This means that Konig’s percht form is how he truly is, and whenever you see him as a human, that’s him in his shifted form.

König has a difficult relationship with Perchts nowadays. He hasn’t seen another one in decades since they all avoid large clusters of people like cities and villages. I think if he did meet another one he’d try to run away - he still feels some shame about never being accepted.

[writersdrug]

Ghost x Reader x Konig: I Don't Need You (Ch. 2)

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Summary: You and Ghost argue every single day. Things aren't getting better. You're over it and wish Ghost would stop. But he makes a point to fight with you every time you're in his line of sight. Even when you try let it go, he doesn't. And you've had enough.

Chapter warnings: Cursing, VERY small mentions of consensual torture (like for one sentence).

Notes: Two chapters in one day? Maybe?? Don't expect it too often, but I'll finish this one I promise!!

Two months had passed, and the days dragged on mercilessly. The swelling in Ghost’s eye had disappeared after the first week. The depression had passed after the first month, now replaced with anger and hatred. Ghost and I had gone from awkward silence, to irritated glances, to going to extreme lengths to avoid each other, and finally, to having full blown arguments. At first, in a semi-private setting, then later, in whatever place we were in when the fight would start. Our teammates were growing concerned and annoyed with the constant tension. Multiple people had suggested we try to be civil and talk things out, and others said we needed to go to therapy. All of them, of course, never let on that they knew this was about something more than a work-related disagreement. They understood exactly why Ghost and I had been fighting.

Ghost and I, on the other hand, believed that we had done a good job at keeping our “situation” a secret.

Morning had come all too soon; I had managed to crawl into bed after another late night of anger and despair; my mind was busy reliving the moments of the argument Ghost and I had, right outside of my dorm. We had shouted like there wasn’t another soul on base, throwing insults and jabs like they were daggers – and they certainly felt like it. Ghost would typically use the “You should have known better” argument, and I took the “If you had a problem, why didn’t you say anything?” route. He called me insane. I called him a hypocrite. The same jumble of expletives until I would finally slam the door in his face and go to bed, a sobbing mess.

I had skimmed the surface of sleep until my alarm buzzed at 5 AM. I let it drone on for a while, staring out my window, watching the sun just barely breaking the surface. It was going to be a dark morning, and a cold day. Luckily, the day’s agenda for the 141 agents was mostly finishing paperwork from the last mission. I went through the motions of showering, getting dressed, putting my hair back… before I knew it, I was standing in front of my door, empty coffee cup in one hand, files and paperwork in the other, ready to start the day, At least, I looked ready. In reality, I felt like I was being held together with paperclips and thread, about to collapse at any second.

I made my way to the mess hall, claiming a seat with some of the female sergeants before heading to the line. My stomach didn’t like the look of the food, so I instead went to grab a cup of coffee. I wasn’t one for coffee, however, I needed it as a replacement for tea. Since Ghost and I had first fought, I refused to drink any sort of tea – I said it was to help me get over him, but I knew I was just being childish.

Haphazardly, I noticed that there were only two tea bags left by the brewing station. For a second, I thought I should just bite the bullet and make tea, since this would probably be all that was left until the following month. Then, a very petty idea came to mind. I casually glanced around the hall – no sign of Ghost. I raised my eyebrows, suspicious at the coincidence of it all. God, this timing is too perfect. I turned back and finished pouring cream in my coffee. Simultaneously, I snagged the teabags and shoved them in my thigh pocket, then walked back to the table like it had never happened.

When people commend me on my stealth, I can’t help but think of how I used it for dumb shit like this.

I sat down next to two of my closest friends, Skyline and Beth (not all of us chose to stick with a callsign, and Beth was one of those people). I sipped my coffee innocently.

“You’ve got a long day today.” Beth said, weighing my paperwork in her hands. “If you’d let the others get a chance at shanking the enemy, you wouldn’t have so much to report.” She plopped the paper back down with a thud.

“I already got started on it last night.” I muttered. My eyes kept flicking back to the entrance of the mess hall, waiting for Ghost. “Besides, keeps me busy.”

Beth looked at me and huffed. She followed my line of sight to the doors, then looked back at me, disappointed. “Really?”

I shrugged. “What?” I said, innocently taking another sip.

“I told you she’d do something.” Skyline piped in, unbothered as she slowly stirred her coffee. “What is it now, huh? D’you take off his door knob?”

I glanced between the two of them with an offended look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Why didn’t I ever think of that before?!

“You have got to let this go.” Beth said exasperated. “This is the most unprofessional I’ve seen you since I met you.”

That one stung. I looked at Beth, narrowing my eyes. “Are you serious- “

“It’s been over two months now. Yes, I’m serious.” Beth rubbed the bridge of her nose, and Skyline hummed in agreement. Beth continued: “You’re both acting so fucking childish. I’m surprised you even managed to get him to stoop to your level here. But it’s not just a problem for the both of you now, everyone has to deal with your shit.”

“I think your bun’s just pulled too tight.” I replied dryly. I was too busy watching Ghost walk in and place his things on the table next to Soap.

“For fuck’s sake, Bonnie – “ Beth stood up and gathered her tray. “We’re just trying to look out for you. Get your shit together.” She stormed off to find a different table, far away from me.

I watched her walk away, suddenly feeling ashamed. She was right, I was being a child. I was stooping lower than I though I ever could.

Skyline clicked her tongue. “You really should get over him.” She piped up. “It’s holding you back, you’re not focused, you look tired and worn out all the time.” She stood and picked up her tray, heading away to follow Beth. “We just don’t want to see you lose everything over some petty mistake.”

Mistake. I was tired of that word. I watched her walk away, anger bubbling in my mind. I looked back at Ghost, who was now standing by the coffee station, glancing around for the last tea bags. I sighed. Let’s get this over with.

I got up and walked over to him, fishing the tea bags from my pocket. I slapped them down on the counter in front of Ghost. “Figured you need these more than I do.”

Ghost stared at the bags for a long second, then looked sharply at me. His gaze was always intense behind the mask (right now, just the balaclava), but now more than ever, they were filled with hatred.

I shrugged. “I decided on coffee.” I answered his unspoken question.

I left Ghost at the brew station, exiting the mess hall and making quick strides towards my room. I knew the look on his face meant trouble, and I didn’t want to deal with his bullshit. For the first time in a while, I wanted the arguing and face-offs to be over. Beth’s words struck a chord with me, making me realize how much time I was wasting fighting with Ghost. Deep down, I wanted it to end, so I could go back to being the best stealth expert on the team. I had become so distracted and irritable over the past several months, and it was finally crashing down on me.

If I had felt hungry before going to the mess hall, it had faded since then. I just wanted to finish my paperwork in my dorm, go back to sleep, maybe stand in the shower and think… maybe even apologize to Beth and Skyline, telling them they were right – which would be hard. It took a lot for me to admit I was wrong, even to myself. Especially to myself.

I was angry again. I was tired of being angry. I was tired of getting frustrated, getting into fights, and crying after. I was tired of being tired. It was a workout of it’s own. But there I was, fuming again as I stormed away down the halls, muttering curses to myself.

Cutting my thoughts short, I heard Ghost’s angry voice behind me. “The fuck was that all about?” he yelled.

My eyes rolled so hard they nearly got stuck.

“Are you really going to do this over a couple of teabags??” I said, calling the fight before it had even started. “I don’t want to argue with you, Ghost. I decided not to piss you off today, that’s why I gave them back.”

“No, I’ve had enough of you and you’re selfish fucking attitude.” Ghost trailed behind me, fuming. His steps were heavier than mine and his stride slower, yet he easily kept up with my pace. “Every day it’s something new with you; some stupid fucking reason for you to piss me off, and then you go acting all innocent like nothing happened. I’m fucking tired of it.”

“Then go the fuck to bed and leave me alone.” I retorted. This was what I couldn’t understand. Why does he keep following me every day just to get mad? If he think’s I’m trying to annoy him why doesn’t he just ignore me? Why does he have to yell at me every damn day?

“Oh, real mature, real fucking mature, Bonnie. You haven’t changed one bit, you’re still a bloody prick!”

“And you’re still crawling back for more, huh?!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!! This is fucking petty, Ghost!!”

“You think I’m being petty?!” he shouted, defensively, following me around a corner. “Fuckin’ take a look at yourself, acting like a child. Can’t be a fucking adult here, you’re just going t’ walk away like nothing happened, huh? You gonna fucking run every time I try and talk to you? You know, that’s real fucking weak of you!!”

Weak. My mind snapped before I knew what was happening.

I grabbed my knife from my belt and spun a full one-eighty, flinging it as hard as I could in Ghost’s direction. It missed his face by a couple of inches before it collided with the cement wall behind him and clattered to the floor. As the clang echoed throughout the hallway, I caught Ghost holding his breath, a shocked look in his eyes. He knew how good my aim was – he had seen it countless times in combat. I never miss my mark. But this time, he wasn’t sure what I had meant to hit.

“Fuck OFF.” I emphasized the words I yelled though the glare I shot him, before finally turning away. The walls on either side of me seemed to close in, and the end of the hall stretched farther and farther away with each step I took. I knew Ghost was still frozen behind me, trying to figure out if I had meant to shank him or if I had intentionally missed him – frankly, I was just as uncertain as he was.

Finally reaching my door, I barreled through it and slammed it behind me. My head was throbbing from the emotions swimming through it. I didn’t want to cry again, I was so goddamn tired of crying. Yet the stinging threat of tears lingered in my eyes all the same. I stood there, fuming, my shoulders heaving from the breaths I sucked in, trying to wash away the red behind my eyelids. It wasn’t enough.

I ripped my shirt over my head and threw it to the ground. I kicked off my shoes, yanked down my pants, and ripped off my underwear as I stumbled to my bathroom. My head was dizzy as I frantically pulled myself into the shower, cranking it on and to the highest setting. Initially, the water hit my skin like shards of ice, making my muscles tense and shake. Slowly, it turned into a cooling rain, then a comforting shower, before it finally burned.

It felt so good. Maybe not good, but it was distracting. The water felt like a million cigarettes being put out against my skin. I remembered how Simon used to do that, once or twice, placing claims on my skin that no one else would see but us. I told him I never wanted them to fade, but they did anyways. I braced my hands against the wall in front of me and hunched my back. My muscles fought against my brain, shaking with the urge to jump back from the water, as my mind forced them to stay locked under it. My scalp screamed under the heat as small, hot streams trickled down my face. It burned. All of it burned, and it felt so good. So numbing.

Eventually, the water cooled off a bit. The base’s water heater was unable to keep up with what I needed. As the searing pain eased off, the emotions came flooding back – now, as despair and confusion. The void in my chest came back, angry and empty as ever. I had nothing to fill it with. I tried folding in on myself, crumpling to the floor, hoping to fill the gap with my own self. But it didn’t work. Nothing ever worked.

[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.

[dimepdf]

MISC MASTERLIST.

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key: ☁️ fluff , 🕊 angst , ❕ smut , ❔ on hold

★    MW3!

in love with johnny's girl. 🕊❕

since the moment that Ghost laid eyes on you, he has sworn to be smitten. too bad you are Soap's girl. (ghost)

don't worry daddy's home. ☁️❕

you miss König a lot, and every time he comes back, you make sure to make up for lost time. (konig)

★    NOPE!

doves in the wind.❕

you and Angel might have gotten off on the wrong foot, or maybe that's what you want him to think. (angel)

somebody to love. 🕊

trauma bonding with your least favorite bleached blonde coworker. (angel)

falling in your arms. 🕊

the unfolding of it begins to take a toll on you after fighting a killer cloud alien with a thirst for your family's horses, siblings, and friends. Fortunately, Angel is by your side to support you. (angel)

★    ERROR 143!

spitters are quitters. ☁️❕

the movie date you go on with Micah ends up being a bit more than PG-13.

★    CHAINSAW MAN!

evil, ornery, scandalous, and evil.❕

how your boyfriend would react to you calling him pretty.

you'll always be next to me. ☁️

Angel Devil sometimes has too much on his mind to worry about, and he likes to use you to distract him from it all.

★    THE LAST OF US!

i think you're holding the heart of mine.🕊❕

Joel couldn't help it, he was infatuated with the way you looked, and he would think about you so vividly that it would keep him up to the point of tossing and turning in his bed at night.

kissing bruises.❕

when it comes to your sticky fingers, Joel is pretty tired of being the one to clean up all your messes, so he decides that he finally deserves an award.

★    SLASHERS!

your teeth in my neck.❕

with Ethan being the poor loser virgin that he was, the boy just couldn't help but have some weird fantasies about you taking his virginity.

teasing touches.❕

when you tease Jack just a little bit too much before the Scream VI movie premiere, making it difficult for him to stay grounded in the theater, especially with your lingering hands.

★    AVATER!

touch me 'round my wasteland.❕

when you initially asked Neteyam, the eldest Sully son who also happened to be smitten for you, for more assistance with your Na'vi knowledge, he was happy to help with a more hands-on approach.

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[gly2101]

This is a headcanon from my head.

What if Konig had a younger brother that happened to have scary dog privileges and was living as a civvy when 141 + Konig + Horangi + Los Vaqueros meet them during their break.

Konig

Will be happy to see them in person for how many years, not seeing them after he went to work with Kortac.

As a civvy that happens to be few inches shorter than himself, Konig would be so shocked to see him glaring at Horangi.

Yes, Konig may have the height of a giant and is intimidating but his civvy younger brother had some scary dog privileges to compete with.

Civvy younger brother can probably defeat Soap and Gaz in a fist fight, perks of having experiences on street fights.

Ghost

This man and civvy younger brother may be getting along just fine.

Civvy younger brother is a quiet child but with anger management issues when provoked.

Ghost noticed that he drinks Bourbon and asked if the kid is still underage, his reply: "No, I'm already in my 20s."

And also saw him drink tea in the morning when 141 + Los Vaqueros were staying in the civvy's house for the break.

Not a happy camper when Ghost saw him first-hand scaring the crap out of Horangi.

Soap

First time saw him as a cute kid but he was dead wrong and nearly got a broken arm from the spar.

Great kid yet scary when provoked.

Had to stray far away when the kid got provoked by some brave idiot.

Sees him spending time with Konig and the atmosphere between them both were a flowery aura, but once the other was talking to Horangi the younger brother goes scary dog in an instant.

Has respect to him after sparring him on the first day when Konig told them that his younger brother is a proclaimed street fighter.

Gaz

He and him have younger brother vibes.

Asked him about a spar on the first day and got two broken ribs and a bruised eye (left) afterwards.

Approached him and told him about playing games other than sparring with the latter agreed.

Both got a long faster than anyone else and talked about random things from video games to everything.

Had to restrain him constantly whenever Horangi is casually talking to Konig.

Price

Sees him as one of his own, a son.

Goes dad mode whenever he saw Gaz restraining him from pouncing on Horangi.

Nearly had a panic attack whenever he saw a cut, a bruise, or even an injury on the young lad.

Konig reassured him that his younger brother won't go too far on fighting someone, except when he is on a blind rage and killed him.

Whenever the young civvy is distracted or not doing anything else, he took him to a fishing trip and was shocked that he (civvy) can catch fish with his bare hands.

Alejandro

He was curious if the younger civvy is married or had a girlfriend and asked him about it, only getting a reply: "I'm gay, and don't get your hopes up cuz I got standards."

Shocked at the first time when he saw him drinking beer with them.

Worried that he might get hurt during one of their training in the early morning under the sun.

Saw that the civvy had a soft spot to his partner (Rodolfo) when the two were talking about cars and everything else.

First one to discover that he can speak Mexican fluently whenever he's pissed off.

Rudy

The first one to approach the young civvy when the young lad wasn't doing anything in particular.

Gentle enough not to provoke or anger him.

Second one to discover that he is good at playing with poker.

Discovered that he is actually good at making DIY bombs for pranks and even on a riot (which he told Alejandro about it).

Horangi

He and the young civvy never get along.

He sees him as a nuisance while the civvy sees him a bother.

He only tolerates the civvy when Konig asked them both to work together in a paintball competition and least to say that it was the first time he saw civvy outnumbering and destroying other opponents with his paintball.

Respected him after that competition and actually tolerates him for another day to day activities.

Once yelled angrily at him in Korean before the civvy retorted back in Korean fluently and had to sat infront of him while being scolded.

Asked Konig if his brother actually speak other languages and got a reply: "He does! Spricht nur andere Sprachen, wenn er wütend ist! (Only speaks other languages when he is angry!)"

[sopiao]

hiii, hope ur doing well both mentally and physically. :)))

can i request like a young, gen z, member of the 141 and konig. and just general scenarios and headcannons of what the base would be like???

-🧸

YEAH YEAH YEAH

dw pookies, i’ll always be ok writing for yall!!!

i’ve seen so many of these n there so creative 😭😭

this was def fun to write but i needed my bf for help on some.

(using my callsign again :3 ‘Shark’)

Not even a question that Shark would disrupt both Soap and Ghost to teach them how to do the stanky leg. Soap was literal ass with it, stiff and awkward, but he got the general idea.

Shark and Soap had to practically beg Ghost to do it, on their knees and hands clamped together. Shark even offered the last 7 dollars in their bank account for him to do it. Eventually he caved in. Surprisingly he’s actually really good, pretty smooth with it. But never again that this would happen. When pigs fly.

—

It was a daily occurrence for Shark to pester and poke at every member of the team. Today, it was König’s misfortune to be Shark’s victim today. Sitting in the common room while you bounced beside him. Hands up and guarding like you were boutta fight someone.

“Punch you in the face, elbow you in the face” You said in a stupid voice while fake punching him, stopping just before you actually touch him.

“Neck slice!” You take a little spin and hold the edge of your hand to his clothed neck. All König does is sigh and look up at you, obvious dark eye bags under his eyes.

—

Gaz suggested that everyone have a shared playlist amongst everyone, helps bring everyone closer, and it’ll be fun to listen to each others’ music while on mission or during training.

It was a good idea at first with everyone adding in their own songs. A weird mixed jumble of everyone unique and different music taste. But Shark’s was the most different, stuck out like a sore thumb. You could even tell when Shark would subtly do a little dance whenever it came on during a mission.

“My d-ck is big. My d-ck is very big. My d-ck is big, is big, is very very big” It boomed through the speakers of the training room, everyone froze or stopped their sparring when they heard the song. The only person who continued was Shark, swaying their hips a little to the beat of the song.

(Big Dick by Little Big)

—

Sweeping and empty establishment for any potential leftover enemies. König behind Shark against the wall with Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost against the other. It was an old apartment. Something caught Shark’s eye. Putting their hand up for everyone to stop.

Everyone thinking that they caught something, but instead they pull out their phone and take a photo of the four against a blue wall.

“What is it?” Gaz asks, wondering if they really did catch something but rolled his eyes when Shark started laughing at the fresh picture on their phone. Four men standing in front of a blue wall.

“You wouldn’t get it” They chuckled before stuffing their phone back in and signaling for everyone to continue.

“Remind me not to let them be lead again” Price muttered.

—

“Are you sure this is 100% safe to drink?” Gaz asked as he stared down at his cup, trying not to breathe in it’s toxic fumes.

“I’m pretty sure this stuff is radioactive” Ghost muttered under his breath. Holding the glass up to inspect it like it was a new found alien.

“I’m sure the old geezer would kick the bucket after a whiff of this” Soap chuckled to himself, earning a hard back of the head blow from the captain.

“You guys are being dramatic” Shark rolled their eyes. Earlier in the day, they begged Price to take them to buy something they wanted all of them to try. After enough begging and pleading he caved in.

“I don’t think zis is a good idea” König looked up at you, taking a single gummy worm from the rim as a little treat.

It was a mix of monster, half filled with cherry slushee, sour gummy worms rimming the plastic martini glass, 2 War beads dropped at the bottom, simmering at the top, a handful of sour patch kids, baby bottle pop powder mixed in, and a little bit of blue gatorade.

They saw it on social media and wanted to try it out, it wasn’t like it would be a daily drink, just to try it once. (Seriously though, do not consume this on a regular basis, let alone at all).

After enough hyping up, pep talk, and a countdown. They all took a mouthful of their witches potion concoction. Gaz spit it out, Ghost almost gagged, and Soap lost his vison. Price took it surprisingly well. Not even Shark was able to swallow half of it.

It gave them weird jitters and a big boost in energy. In one night they were able to deep clean the entire base, finally organize the arsenal, somehow separate all of the cereals. The marshmallows from the lucky charms, separate all the colors of the Fruit loops, and remove all the raisins in Raisin Bran.

They all woke up the next day feeling like they drank 19 gallons of alcohol the night before. Price slept like a baby, he actually felt a lil more energized when he woke up.

—

Price had been walking around all day, searching for Shark to ask for one of their reports. He knocks and barges into Gaz’s barracks. Finding him laying on his stomach on his bed and a comic book in front of him.

“Gaz, have ya’ seen Shark anywhere?” Price walks in with his hands on his hips. Gaz looks up at his captain then back at Shark that’s been discretely following close behind him for the past 10 minutes he’s been searching.

Looked at his captain, back to Shark, who shook their head and made and x with their fingers.

“Ehh.. No?” He hesitated, finding it amusing but needing to keep in a steady front.

“Al’right, champ. Thanks” He shakes his head before leaving the room with the missing soldier behind him, Price muttering frustrated remarks as he continues to search.

—

Shark took it upon themselves to make a little cup of coffee for Price since they know he likes to drink a cup in the morning. Placing it in front of him and taking a seat next to their captain with a cup in front of them.

“Aww. Thanks, kid! You didn’t have to” He smiles warmly at them before taking a deep sip of his cup. Watching his soldier do the same he notices it isn’t coffee. A more clear, pale-yellowish kind of color with steam coming off of it.

“Didn’t know we had tea. What kind did you make?” He initiates conversation, still looking down at his little sudoku puzzle on the newspaper.

“Tea?”

“What— What are you drinking?” He looked up at them then back at the mystery drink in front of them.

“Oh. I just boiled a can of Red Bull”.

“What—“.

“What”.

—

Walking into the lobby with a watermelon in one hand and metal knife in the other, except the actual blade was broken in the middle of the watermelon. They all stared at Shark, then the watermelon.

“We need a new knife”.

—

Waking up at 2 AM, sleepily stumbling into the bathroom, Price walked into the bathroom for a midnight piss. After he was done he walked by Soap’s barracks, seeing the light was on and the door was cracked open.

Opening the door, he saw Soap and Shark in their pjs, sitting on the bed with their backs turned toward him. They both froze and looked at each other.

“What’re ya’ doin’ so late at night?” He roughly grumbled and leaned against the doorframe, eyes still adjusting to the light. But, they wouldn’t turn to look at him, just answering and nodding their head.

“What are ya’ doing?” He asked more concerned and confused this time. Noticing how they wouldn’t face him and was super dismissive. Now that he was directly behind them, they accepted defeat and looked up. Both with pink bow or bunny headbands and a sheet face mask on each of them.

“What”.

A couple minutes later he’s laying on his stomach with a matching sheet mask and a black cat headband. Talking to his soldiers about his wife. Soap and Shark listening intently.

—

Visiting Shark’s home while they’re on a health leave to check on them, they all sat on the country house porch—Shark’s casted leg up on a stool— and talked about the missions they missed out on and how they were doing.

Gaz and König were playing and messing around with the farm animals, König’s was more petting and loving on the cows and goats while Gaz was feeding the little duckies.

König was running around, the cows playfully chasing him as he did.

“NO, LITTLE GERMAN BOY! DONT RUN INTO THE ELECTRIC FENCE” Shark called out once they saw him getting a little too close.

“Oh, mein gott! Zis fence is full of shocken!”

(Yes, I know he’s not german).