#tracked shredders

[1987viewer]

"They must not discover my technodrome!!!"

*announces the existence of the technodrome to the whole building*

[violetvulpini]

Alright now listen, hear me out,,

[ilovebeingaturtle]

i wanna rant about '87 krang so. here we gooooo i guess. i think '87 krang's backstory is actually incredibly interesting like??? how did he lose his previous body? (personally, i like to think that he did something wrong one day and was forcibly turned into the brain creature he is now and banished by his own kind. but hey that's just me) does his miss his old body?? can he devise a way to return to his old body or is it impossible? does his miss home? how complicated are his feelings towards his own species? yeah i know it was an 80s cartoon for kids and they didn't really have time to get into some characters backstories but it's still really interesting!!! YOU COULD DO SOME COOL CHARACTER STUFF WITH THIS!!!!!!! anyway. sorry for going off about krang in your inbox. i'm insane about shredder & krang

Never apology for going off about Krang I LOVE hearing your thoughts

[mik596]

I found my history binder (a binder that all students in that specific history class by that specific teacher were required to have)

I got all the pages out

Took out all of the staples

And proceeded to shred the paper in the paper shredder that I got for Christmas

There was so much paper

But I did it anyway because why not

I got to a point where I had to empty the basket for the shredder

Had on Brandon Farris (plus my cieling light) cuz he's funny and I need entertainment while I'm being entertained

Got down to the Iranian revolution

I'm almost done

Dramatic last paper

And that was my night

Most entertaing night by far

[our-happygirl500-fan]

Something that I have kind of noticed is that Leo often sometimes seems to be the one trying to keep his family on track with whatever task they are trying to accomplish.

Leo: So where’s the dog thingy?

Something that I kind of noticed was that as early as the first episode of Rise 'Mystic Mayhem', Leo has sort of been the one that seems to try to keep his family on task, with Leo asking about Mayhem when April & the Turtles first discovered the Hidden City as helping Mayhem was one of the reasons for the Hamato Clan's first adventure in Rise.

Leo: Yeah, yeah. Mistakes were made. Lessons were learned. We got a video game to play. So vamos hermanos.

It also kind of seems that Leo seems to try to keep his family on track even in the Turtles more 'day to day' adventures as during the episode 'Hot Soup: The Game', when Mikey & Raph are clashing over Raph's over protective nature & Mikey's need for independence, Leo interrupts their argument by pointing out that they originally all just wanted to play a video game in the first place.

Leo: Hey, so Gram Gram, it is Gram gram right? We thought we were getting a weapon from the Twilight realm and not a... you?

Something that I kind of wonder about is if Leo's tendency to try & keep his family on track might possibly be a kind of form of compartmentalisation as during the episode 'Shreddy or Not' even when Leo is reacting to Karai's sudden appearance in the lair with the rest of the Hamato Clan & asking if Karai being their ancestor makes Karai their 'Gram Gram', Leo also seems to be the one to remind the family that they had originally been trying to find a way to defeat the Shredder before Karai appeared.

Leo: Hey April, cool if you don't, but do you still have that orb with all the people of New York in it?

Something that I have also kind of been wondering about is that Leo sometimes being the one that seems to keep his family on track of whatever task they are trying to accomplish might possibly have something to do with Leo's ability to keep track of multiple different things happening around him at once, that we usually see when Leo uses his portals in battle, as during the episode 'Anatawa Hitorijanai' even though the Hamato Clan had to deal with the fact that both Draxum & Splinter had been captured & also had to deal with trying to figure out how to defeat the Shredder, Leo also took the time to ask if the people of New York were still okay as well.

[wwooyology]

Broken Promises | P.SH

「prompt」 : promise 「pairing」 : bf!seonghwa x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.4k

「synopsis」 : seonghwa had promised to be there on your last day. promised to spend the whole day with you, but when the time came, he was nowhere to be seen. not until it was far too late.

「genre」 : angst

「warnings」 : empty promises, cheating(?), a lot of heartbreak, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : I think I've been watching too many short chinese dramas here lately lmaoo...

masterlist ─ navi. ─ angstober list

“I’ll be there at two o’clock on the dot, I promise.” That’s what Seonghwa had told you as he held his pinky out to you, and of course, you were a fool to believe him, linking your pinky with his and a hopeful smile spreading on your lips.

But now, as you stood in your favorite spot, staring at the city below, you found that hope dwindling as the seconds passed by. It was well over half an hour after two. He was thirty minutes late and didn’t show any signs of showing up.

Inhaling sharply, you wiped your face of any stray tears that had fallen before pulling your phone out of your bag, hoping to see a message of any kind from the dark-haired male, but of course, there was nothing. Not a single word.

“Miss, we’ll have to get going soon if you’re going to catch your flight.” The diver who stood next to the car that had just pulled up behind you spoke softly, a look of pity falling on his face as he watched you nod slowly.

“Just a little bit longer, and we’ll go…” You spoke with a shaky voice as you opened your phone to call Seonghwa, hoping that he had just lost track of time and it wasn’t what you were thinking.

After dialing his number, you pressed the device to your ear and waited as it rang… and rang… and rang until the line clicked, followed by, “We’re sorry, but the number you’re trying to reach is currently unavailable.”

It felt like your heart was being pushed through a shredder. Small, sharp blades tore away at the delicate organ until nothing was left but tattered pieces.

Swallowing thickly, you made the mistake of opening his social media, and there you found out why he wasn’t with you. The pictures made you want to throw up all of the contents of your stomach, tears pricking at your eyes as you swiped. 

He was with his ex. His first love. The one he had told you about when you first got together, saying that she wouldn’t ever be coming back. And just like before, you were a fool to believe him.

You were going to be leaving to study abroad and wouldn’t have as much time to visit, let alone communicate with him, so you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. At first, that’s exactly what you got, and you couldn’t be happier. However, as soon as word got out that Seonghwa’s first love had returned to the country, everything started to tumble downhill.

In a fit of rage, you furiously typed on your phone before posting the comment, ‘You guys look happy, I’m glad.’ 

Afterward, you blocked Seonghwa and anyone he could use to get to you as tears silently streamed down your face. Once you were finished, you opened your best friend's chat, informing her that Seonghwa had, in fact, not shown up just like she said he would, to which she replied with reassurances and words of a safe flight.

“Miss l/n, we must be going now.” The driver spoke once more, and you nodded, shoved your phone into your bag once more, and walked over to the car. He opened the door for you before allowing you to step into the car and shut the door afterward.

When he got into the car, he looked into the rearview mirror, seeing you staring out the window with an expression void of emotion, but he could very well see the hurt in your eyes. He wanted to say something, anything, to at least comfort you, but he wasn’t sure what could even be said in a moment like this. So he just let out a small sigh before putting the car into drive and driving off.

–

Seonghwa laughed loudly as he walked with Kira, her arm wrapped around his. To any ordinary outsider, it looked as if they were a couple, happily in love.

“Thank you for today, Hwa. I really needed it after a rough week.” Kira smiled sweetly at the taller male as they stopped in front of her apartment door. “I hope y/n understands.” She then added with a faux pout, knowing that she had the man wrapped around her finger.

“It’s no problem, really, and I promise that y/n will understand.” He reassured the girl before watching as she opened her door and walked inside but stopped short to turn back.

“Did you want to come in? I can make us dinner.” Kira offered, sure that Seonghwa would give in and she’d be able to steal him away from you completely.

What she didn’t know, though, is that she already has.

Seonghwa laughed softly, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “I would love to, but y/n is going abroad soon, and I promised I’d spend more time with her.” He explained, patting the top of Kira’s head as she pouted.

“Aw, okay. See you later, then, Hwa.” She nodded eagerly, and Seonghwa nodded before bidding the girl goodbye and walking away as soon as her front door shut behind her.

With a content smile, he walked back down the road and pulled his phone out to let you know that he was on his way back to the apartment. However, his heart sank when he saw the calls and messages he had received from you.

The happiness that he once felt all dissipated into guilt and worry as it finally dawned on him what today was. Looking at the time, he knew that he was screwed, but he held on to some hope that you would still be there.

That’s when he saw your comment, and bile started to creep up the lining of his throat. He hadn’t even known that the post was made before recalling Kira using his phone momentarily while they were at the cafe.

Cursing himself, he started sprinting down the street toward your guys' meet-up spot, furiously trying to call you. However, he was met with the same result every time.

“We’re sorry the number that you’re trying to reach is currently unavailable.”

He started to panic the closer he got to the location, hoping by some miracle that you would still be there waiting for him.

Once he finally reached the top of the hill, he bent down, trying to catch his breath, his hands resting on his knees. 

“Ah, so he finally shows his face.” A voice called out, followed by a sarcastic round of applause. Startled, Seonghwa stood straight, looking at the girl who was standing in your spot, a disgusted look covering her face.

“Youmin, what are you doing here? Where’s y/n?” Seonghwa asked, still trying to catch his breath. However, it proved futile when her words traveled to his ears.

“Oh, now you care?” she laughed bitterly. "She’s gone, Seonghwa. You would know that if you weren’t busy with your little plaything.” 

“What–”

“You promised her that you would be here at two o’clock, and she was kind enough to believe you and give you another chance,” Youmin crossed her arms over her chest, “and yet you never showed.”

Seonghwa started to panic once more, worried that he would lose you if things weren’t settled soon. Rushing up to Youmin he grabbed her shoulders, looking down at her with wide eyes.

“You have to call y/n out; I’ll apologize. I lost track of time, and my phone was on silent.” His words came out in a rushed jumble.

Youmin scoffed and shoved his hands away from her before taking a step back. Her eyes studied the absolute look of horror that settled on his features, and a strange sense of pride swelled in her chest, knowing that he was suffering the way he had made her suffer for so long.

“She’s gone, Seonghwa, and won’t be back for a long time,” she started before taking a step forward to press her finger against his chest roughly. "And it’s too late to apologize; you’ve already lost her.”

Then, with that, she walked away, leaving Seonghwa standing there in absolute disbelief. Tears started to flow from his eyes as the weight of his actions started to fall onto his shoulders.

Breaking down, he fell to his knees and cried, begging for another chance to make things right, to see you one last time, but it was no use.

He was too late, and you were already gone.

@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

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[bones4thecats]

Basically life in Rise! TMNT for our Reader;

Dating App Issues... Leonardo: Who would you swipe right for? Shredder or Draxum? Reader, who is holding grudges on both: I would delete the app.

Sharkboy and Lavagirl = Scary? Cassandra Jones: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Foot Clan! Reader: Okay. Cassandra Jones: And make out during the scary parts. Foot Clan! Reader: Th- Foot Clan! Reader: The scary parts... Foot Clan! Reader: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl...?

Student Appreciation Day (Strictly Platonic) Casey Jones: You know, Y/N gives April flowers each year, I wish you'd do that too. Leonardo: Okay. *Later* Leonardo: *gives April flowers* April O'Neil: ??? Leonardo: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

Is Being Smart Attractive Now? Reader: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! Donatello: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus. Reader: Stop. Various ROTTMNT Characters After Being Asked About Their Confession... Donatello: Yeah, you're lucky. I like you. Raphael: I'd understand if you didn't feel the same way... Casey Jones: *has a panic attack* What confession? Leonardo: *winks* I know, babe. You like me too. Baron Draxum: So what? Are you going to date me or not? Shredder: It was a dare.

Tracking the S/O... Raphael: You can track Y/N? Donatello: Of course I can. If the NSA can do it, so can I.

Rescue Mission Gone Wrong... Splinter, alongside his sons and April: What have you done with Y/N? Baron Draxum: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

Kinky~ Reader: Are we fighting or flirting? Shredder: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Reader: Your point?

When Donnie Tells Mikey About His Crush... Michelangelo, talking about the new human friend, Reader: Why don’t you go talk to them? Donatello, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure. Michelangelo: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen? Donatello: They could hear me.

Word-Jumble Time! Donatello: I truly hate it here <3 Leonardo: Now replace 'it' with 'women'. Not so funny now, is it? Michelangelo: Now replace 'it' with 'women'. Not so funny now, is women? Raphael: Now replace 'funny' with 'women'. Not so women now, is funny? Donatello: I’m having a fucking stroke. Reader: Now replace 'stroke' with 'baby'. Congrats!

Tea-Time Therapy with the Reader... Reader, talking to Splinter over tea: You know what your problem is? Splinter: I only have one?

Oroku Saki and Reader's Development Be Like; Reader: Shredder has only knocked me out three time this week. Our friendship is really developing.

Arachnophobia At It's Finest... Casey Jones: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated! Reader, with Arachnophobia: Killed without hesitation.

Neon-Leon's Rarest Moment; Having An Idea... Leonardo: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures. Reader: What the fuck? Donatello: He's having an idea.

[aestas---estas]

Out in the open

MDNI 18+ | Series Masterlist | Previous | Read on AO3 Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | fem!reader, assistant!reader, reader described as shorter than Simon, plus-sized/curvy reader (few mentions), drinking mentioned, military inaccuracies as always | if I forgot a tag/tw please tell me | divider by @/cafekitsune

Price is the first one to notice, because of course he is — you're his assistant after all. Your desk is situated right outside his office door, a comfy little area that he gave you nearly free hands on when it came to decorations.

Before you the space had been grey and dull, one previous assistant that lasted unusually long had brought their own desk lamp and bought a fancy shredder that they left behind. Most of them didn't even bother to bring in personal photos to keep on the desk. But now Price entered the alcove with a smile every morning; various flowers and plants placed around the area (how you manage to keep them all alive he'll never know), curtains hung around the large window that you changed monthly, you'd even placed a fluffy carpet down underneath your desk for those moments where you kick your shoes off and relax a little further in your chair.

It’s been getting colder outside lately — the hot summer months that left all personnel on base sweating and dehydrated are long gone. Neither Price nor you have invested in a coat rack, so your jacket is always hanging on the back of your chair. It’s become as much of a staple in the room as the plants by this point. So when he enters one morning and your usual coat is missing — in its place hangs a larger one in a colour you don’t usually wear —, it gives him pause.

Price eyes the garment for a moment more, tracing over the scuffed elbows and various pockets. It looks far from new, like it’s been worn for years with little care, yet he’s never once seen you in it. You always looked so meticulous, hair styled, clothes ironed; the only bedraggled thing about your appearance were the old trainers you refused to throw away because of their comfort despite the worn down soles and heels — and even then you only wore those every once in a blue moon.

“Gone shopping have you?” Price asks playfully, tearing his gaze away from the oxymoronic jacket. There was something familiar about it, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on, and it gnawed at his brain, practically daring him to figure out its secrets.

You look up from the work on your computer screen, a friendly smile on your face as your eyes meet his. “Good morning, sir. Your agenda for the day is on your desk.” You’re already up and out of your chair, smoothing out invisible wrinkles on your trousers as you prepare to leave to get him a cup of coffee.

His raised hand stops you in your tracks; you’d been so immersed in your routine that you’d missed his question, your brain completely on autopilot.

“I’m so sorry, sir. What was your question?” you ask, hoping to smooth over the unintentional disobedience with another warm smile and some flattery — maybe two biscuits with his morning coffee instead of one.

“The jacket,” Price says, nodding to the garment in question.

You look back at it, as if it and everything it symbolises isn’t engraved on your brain.

“Oh, just a gift,” you explain when you turn back to face the man, a shy little smile on your face that tells him there's more to the story. “From a… a friend.”

Simon was more than a friend, he had spent the past two weekends at your place — complete with meals eaten in bed, exploratory touches and a bedroom filled with both laughs and moans — and had had his tongue in your mouth not even twenty minutes prior when the two of you said goodbye at his office door. But telling your boss that you’ve been getting down and dirty with his subordinate was not especially high on your priorities list.

Price nodded in acceptance, but he couldn’t help but take a second look at the jacket after you scurried away to the mess for his coffee. It truly was worn out; the zipper on one of the pockets was broken and both the collar and cuffs seemed stretched.

It wasn’t until the end of the day, as you were both packing up for the night, his office door halfway open to let you exchange polite small talk, that he got his answer.

“Ready?” he hears the low timbre of his lieutenant ask, effectively cutting his own conversation with you short.

“Almost,” you answer and Price sees your friendly smile turn positively radiant as you look up at the man. You had been happy and talkative and bright, just like always, but as soon as Simon’s deep voice rang out it was like your dial had been turned up by one hundred; you were practically bouncing on your toes as you saved your documents and powered down the computer.

You shrug on the jacket and Simon enters Price’s field of view as the lieutenant closes whatever distance had been between you previously, his hands disappearing under the fabric as he pulls you to him by your hips.

Your little giggle soon turns into a satisfied hum as Simon leans his forehead against yours and just breathes for a moment, lets himself close his eyes and relax. Price is pretty sure it’s the most soft and intimate display of feelings he’s ever seen, Simon could’ve wrapped your legs around his waist and devoured your mouth and it still wouldn’t feel as intrusive as watching this did.

Yet he can’t tear his eyes away as your hand toys with the hem of Simon’s balaclava, your lips are moving but your words aren’t for his ears, they’re spoken softly and quietly, meant only for the man in your arms. He sees Simon nod, a deep breath expanding his chest before he rolls his shoulders and straightens up.

“Let’s get you home,” he says before his eyes meet Price’s through the ajar door. “Captain,” he nods in respectful acknowledgement, no sign of an explanation or backtracking in his determined gaze — he was unapologetic at the display Price had just witnessed, impenitent about having fallen for and pursued a relationship with you.

“Ghost,” Price greets back and it’s all the confirmation that Simon needs to know that the older man approves. “Have a good evening. See you both tomorrow.”

---

Kyle is the next one to find out; a little over one week later. He catches you sitting on the edge of your desk, Simon’s broad frame in between your parted legs as his large palms slide up your thighs, rucking your skirt up in the process to reveal soft and smooth skin. He’s leaning down, pressing kisses against your pulse point, murmuring dirty words and promises of what tonight will bring. Simon never takes his mask off on base, and while the fabric is coarse the pressure of his lips is still enough to send a shiver of arousal down your spine and make your breath catch.

Maybe it’s not smart to have him in between your legs, pressed up against you, in the middle of the day, but Price was gone for a meeting that would last long into the evening and you had truly — naively — thought no one would walk in. He’d even given you the go-ahead to leave early.

Simon had come by to drop off a report and maybe steal a few minutes of your time, but when you let him know Price wasn’t in the office, he couldn’t help but occupy more than just the allotted time he’d scheduled in his head.

“Working on something important, love?” he asks, gripping the backrest of your chair with one hand to turn it until you’re facing him. His voice isn’t low and alluring in that moment, at least not in the same way it is when he intentionally wants to seduce you, when it’s smooth like silk and dripping with lust. No, he sounds practical, pragmatic, professional down to the last syllable — he knows the type of documents you handle, knows that you’re much more integral to the day-to-day than he had first given you credit for — and while he wants this moment to stretch as long as possible, he also knows he will have more than enough time to trace his hands over your curves and have you shaking beneath him later.

“Just some reorganising,” you answer with a nearly imperceptible shake of your head as you gaze up at him. Your hand is already reaching for his free one, playing with his fingers innocently even as your eyes seem to darken and dare him to make a move.

He’s got you out of the chair and into his embrace in the time it takes for you to blink, one hand still in yours while the other reaches down to grab your plump ass, pressing your pelvis against his as his actions force you to your toes.

“Then you won’t mind a little break,” Simon insists, eyes dark with barely contained lust and twinkling with promises yet spoken.

“I wouldn’t mind a break,” you confirm, lips tugging up into a smile as you wind your arms around his neck, nose brushing against his.

It takes him no effort to help you situate yourself on the desk, and no time to nudge your knees apart to fit himself between your plush thighs and let his fingers sink into the fat of them. 

And that’s how Kyle walks in on you — with Simon’s hands dangerously high up on your leg, fingertips just barely teasing the hem of your underwear, lips wandering the length of your neck as lustful, near sinful, words swirl between you.

“I know the old man is out but I’m just going–” Kyle’s voice trails off as he looks up from the folder in his hand and gets smacked in the face with the compromising position of his superior officer and his captain’s sweetheart assistant.

Simon doesn’t seem all that bothered, unmoving with his hands and lips still on your skin, like he didn’t even hear the interruption; but you can feel your own face heat in embarrassment. Pushing him away enough to let you slip down onto the floor, you straighten out your skirt and look over at Kyle, plastering on the most friendly and professional smile that you can muster despite your legs still feeling wobbly.

“You have something for the captain?” you ask, hoping your voice sounds more stable to Kyle than it does your own ears.

For a few seconds the room stays quiet, and you can see Simon in your peripheral readjust his trousers before moving to stand behind your still pushed out chair. Eventually, though, Kyle’s able to shake the shock when he nearly bends double with laughter.

Your head snaps to Simon, mouth dropping in bewilderment, but when you only get a shrug in response you take a cautious step towards the sergeant. For a moment you hesitated, not even sure what you could say in this situation that wouldn’t make it worse and deepen your humiliation.

It’s not what it looks like — oldest excuse in the book and obviously a blatant lie.

We would’ve told you soon — a half lie, but a lie nonetheless. 

It’s not a big deal, people kiss all the time — also a brazen fucking lie.

It was a big deal, both to you and Simon as well as the rest of the team. Which is why you had been… hiding the relationship like a dirty secret would’ve been the wrong analogy, but it had gone unspoken between you that it was best to keep it under wraps when it was still so new, so fresh. And for a while you had gotten to be selfish for the first time in a long while; got to have something warm and blissful that you could cradle close to your heart.

“Snap out of it, sergeant,” Simon commands, booming and authoritative in a way that sends a shiver down your spine and has your breath stuttering in your chest.

“So-sorry, s-sir,” Kyle manages to get out between gasping breaths, still trying to get his laughter under control as he straightens out, wiping away a tear you’re not sure is really there or if he does it for further comedic effect. His shoulders are still vibrating and you can see him struggling to hang on to the slim hold he managed to grasp. “Will you give this to Price when he gets back?”

“Of course,” you reply as you take the folder from his outstretched hands, just barely able not to stutter the words out as wariness and shock blended and mixed inside of you.

“If that’s all,” Simon prompts with an incline of his head towards the door, arms folded over his chest as he stares the other man down.

Kyle gives a half-assed salute before turning on his heels and high tailing it out of the room — you can hear his chuckling return even when he’s out of your eye sight.

“Fuckin’ numpty,” you hear your boyfriend say and it’s all it takes to break your own dam, nearly stumbling into his arms as the humour of the situation finally catches up with you and an elated giggle bursts from your lips.

“Oi, shut it,” Simon murmurs warningly, but you can hear the smile in his voice, see the evidence of it in the way the skin around his eyes crinkle, feel the affection he exudes as he pulls you against his chest and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

---

Johnny is the last one to know. And boy does he whine about it, laments loudly and dramatically to anyone that will lend him an ear.

It’s another pub night, the men having returned just two days ago from a month long mission victoriously. They were all a little bruised, a little broken, but they were alive and that was enough cause for a celebration. Price had given them all some time to settle in, to sleep, to ground themselves and tend to any new wounds, but had insisted on a few rounds once the dust had settled.

Johnny knew Simon was protective of the people he considered his, always had been, so he didn’t question the arm resting on the back of the booth right behind you, didn’t question the eyes following you whenever you left to order another round for the table or to use the bathroom — it was the same guarding actions Simon would’ve done for any of them.

But if he had looked a little closer with eyes a little sharper and mind a little clearer, he would’ve noticed the deft fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric draped over your shoulder and softly caressing your neck, he would’ve noticed how you leaned into Simon’s side and how your hand seemed to disappear intermittently underneath the table to rest on his thigh, would’ve noticed the softness in Simon’s eyes whenever you started rambling passionately about something.

Neither of you were exactly hiding your affections, you just hadn’t announced it loudly for anyone and everyone. And you thought for sure someone would’ve clued Johnny in by this point; it had been weeks, months even, since the other two caught on. But seeing as he was actively talking up one of his many cousins to you, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“I’m not interested, but thanks,” you say, barely containing your laughter as you catch Kyle chuckle and shake his head in your peripheral.

“Och, c’mon, lass,” Johnny exclaims, words slurring as he nearly knocks his beer glass over with his wild and broad gestures — the alcohol having clearly affected his coordination. “Ah swear oan mah maw’s grave he’s a good ‘un!”

“Your ma’s not dead,” Simon deadpans and you glance up at him, eyes twinkling with mirth. Your hand finds his where it’s leisurely cupping your shoulder, your fingers intertwining with his easily; another show of affection and intimacy Simon would not allow anyone but you.

“Aye, but if she was!” Johnny says, still fighting to get his point across, blatantly missing how you are practically halfway in his lieutenant's lap and has been for the last three rounds.

Kyle is still quietly chuckling beside him, shoulders nearly vibrating with the effort of not bursting out in laughter, and Price has his head leaning in one hand, fingers pressing into his temples in a form of self-soothing massage, like he’s trying to stifle an incoming headache.

“MacTavish please,” Price grumbles, but Johnny bulldozes right over him.

“C’mon, lass,” he says again, one leg energetically bouncing under the table as he grows more and more excited at the prospect of setting you up. Ever since that first pub night, where his offer to walk you home had been immediately shut down with a crude comment by Simon, he had resigned himself to the fact that you were apparently off the table for him — probably best for the team to keep all relationships professional and platonic, he thought — but that didn’t mean he didn’t still want you to be happy, to be with a good and deserving partner.

Your gaze meets Simon’s again, searching, questioning, and when he gives you a near imperceivable nod of confirmation you turn back around to the sprightly sergeant.

“Johnny,” you say before he gets the chance to speak again and you can almost see his ears perk up from barely contained excitement, “I’m sorry to your cousin, but I do actually have a boyfriend already.”

Kyle mouths an exasperated ‘thank you’ around a smile, and even Price lifts his head to spectate the scene with renewed interest.

Johnny cocks his head to the side, eyebrows drawn together as he finally, finally, takes in your and Simon’s positions. His mouth drops open when the pieces click into place and an accusatory finger is pointed back and forth between the two of you.

“Holy shite! Wha– when– how–?”

You can feel Simon’s thumb rub soft circles into the back of your hand, wordlessly telling you to take the reins at the barrage of questions the Scot had thrown your way — more sure to follow.

“Slowly, over time,” you answer, a warm smile on your lips as you speak. “Called him to pick me up from the club when I celebrated my birthday, gave me his jacket and everything.” 

Simon squeezes your hand, a silent warning, but you know it’s an empty one. He might complain later that you’re ruining his reputation as the strong, silent, scary shadow in the corner, but there will be no bite behind his words when you nuzzle into his neck in apology and stroke down his chest with intent.

“We started having lunch together every week and everything just… fell into place.” You lean your head on his shoulder, letting his warmth swallow you up as you press a delicate kiss right under his jaw. Another warning squeeze of your hand has you chuckling and retreating back to face Johnny once more.

“Didnae kno’ ye were such a sap, sir,” Johnny says, a toothy grin as he straightens up at the newfound information — no doubt already planning on how to use this as fodder for further teasing down the road.

“That’ll do.” Simon quickly shuts it down, voice a few decibels louder than normal to get his point across, and if you didn’t know him as good as you do, you would’ve thought he was truly angry. But you do know him; you know that he might be a bit miffed, but also that it’s an affectionate sort of annoyance. Like when you’re rolling your eyes yet holding back a laugh.

And you know Simon wouldn’t trade his team for the world — not when they’ve grown to become his people. And with a kiss pressed to the top of your head where you can feel his smile, you now know you've earned yourself a spot in his heart right next to the rest of his family.

--- CoD Masterlist

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[yanderes-galore]

Also Do you mind doing a 2012 Leo concept with a reader that was brainwashed? (Rather by shredder or by donnie)

Yandere! 2012! Leonardo with Brainwashed! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of abandonment, Brainwashing, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Blood, Implied murder, Mind break, Dubious/Forced companionship/relationship.

Honestly... This just feels like another Karai situation.

Leo's already had to deal with realizing he has a sister who Shredder brainwashed.

So... Shredder brainwashing someone else he cares about?

I can see it affecting him pretty poorly.

Why? Well... Imagine this.

Leonardo and you were most likely friends for a long time.

You most likely knew the turtles through either April or Casey... Maybe even both.

You know of their acts to protect New York, no matter the threat.

As a result, you often hang around the mutants.

You and Leonardo are close friends, no doubt because you're concerned about the pressure he has as 'leader'.

He often tries to reassure you that he's fine, That he's used to his problems and can take care of them.

Although... You do help him by talking to him.

Leonardo hates to admit it but... There's times he does feel like he needs you.

Lately he's been wanting to appear as a strong leader for his brothers and friends.

Yet he never manages to fool you.

Imagine if you are one of Leonardo's emotional supporters?

You want to make him happy and encourage him to keep going.

So... He does.

He keeps being a leader to help his family... and you.

There's a good chance you helped comfort him after Karai mutated and disappeared too.

Once again all because of Shredder.

The poor turtle has already gone through a lot.

You've always been there... never judging and always trying to help....

So... imagine what happens when he loses you, his support?

Yes... Leo has his brothers and friends...

But you... Well...

You were like a variety of things to him...

Anything from a best friend... to a crush....

You were important to him.

He knew something was up when you disappeared for a few days.

He didn't hear a word from you... Which was strange.

Of course he panics when you don't show or answer his texts.

He knows he should be calm... but this reminds him of all the other times he's witnessed kidnappings.

He fears the worst, the turtles have enemies...

Unfortunately, his fears soon prove to be true....

In another encounter with Shredder, Leo sees a face you could never forget.

It was you... He could never forget what you looked like.

But your eyes held no warmth for your reunion.

They were cold... empty... devoid of the sparkling compassion Leo usually saw in them.

This alone breaks down Leo....

It's just like Karai.

Leo can't handle the thought of losing someone to Shredder again.

It becomes a similar plan to hunting Karai down.

However, this time Leonardo is quick to order no harm come to you... before knocking you out.

The order was most likely just to prevent you from being attacked by the OTHERS... as harm still has come to you.

Leonardo is willing to do anything to reverse what's been done to you.

You're brought back to the lair, tied up in a room, and often visited by the turtle you used to call a friend.

But now... You don't recognize him in the slightest.

He tries explaining memories, showing souvenirs, just... talking to you.

He vents and laments to you.

Yet he's always met with a cold silence.

He tells you he cares about you... loves you even.

You tell him he's wasting his breath.

Leonardo often loses track of time by trying to get you back.

His brothers grow progressively more concerned as Leo's mental state deteriorates.

After all, the one who would save his mind in this situation...

Seems to have already lost their own.

You're kept in isolation, only able to see Leo.

It feels similar to how you were with Shredder.

You probably remember all the times Leonardo was talking about.

Yet you have no wish to return to them after Shredder's brainwashing.

You're just a captive in a new situation.

Things are never going to be quite the same...

Even if Leo wants to believe that.

It's hard to tell if you'll ever be that same supportive friend again.

You may never... but no one's going to tell Leo that.

He still believes he'll find a way to fix you.

Even if it's futile.

It wouldn't surprise me if Leo went against his morals in an attempt to get revenge on Shredder.

Maybe he thinks of killing him?

After all, this man... this monster... has done enough to those he loves.

After losing you... well... it doesn't matter, does it?

Shredder deserves to be removed... No matter what anyone says.

Leonardo is now a turtle with nothing else to lose.

You are admittedly surprised when you see him come up to you one day, bloody.

Maybe it's his... or maybe it isn't.

He keeps trying to get you back, to bring you back to him.

But in the process... He's become a monster.

Now both of you have changed... for the worst...

Maybe you two are perfect together...

Since now Leonardo plans to never let you go again.

[getindumdums]

They were really going through it at this point 😔before Baxter’s Fly transition.

No because why would you randomly say this to someone?

[cokoweee]

I SHOULDVE SPECIFIED WHICH AU FOR THE FKN ASK THING

These bitches have baby everything syndrome pfftyt

Lil rant about dumb shit again

This is after blah blah shredder meow meow but they all kinda get their mystics cause of it HAHA LIKE THE FUCKIJG Sh0w holdingbackcringe

Anyways now that Leo can make his portals a lot easier Niyoki likes to offer his help with Leo perfecting them. The thing is they’re both fuckin dumb and Leo thinks he can make them better if it’s life or death since during the shredder fight that’s how he made them at the time

I’m losing track ANYWAYS they just kinda fling each other off buildings. The higher the better cause that means more time

[doturtlesdream]

Can you do more trans girl Donnie and Raph? Please? Uh- no pressure if you don’t wanna, just wanted to ask :3

no i appreciate you i love drawing these girlies

i think they’d just devolve into a life of crime

ficlet below ↓

“No. No! Everything is fine!” Raph shouted into her shell cell over the sound of blaring police sirens. “We’re just out for a…drive! We’ll be home soon!”

Donnie shrieked as the car went over another steep hill. Somehow even with the car being airborne and shot at, she felt the need to always be right. “Well actually, with the way this is going, we might never lose these guys!”

“And whose fault is that?! I told you I should drive!”

Donnie spared a harrowing moment to glare over her shoulder. “This is your fault! This wouldn’t happened if you didn’t have the stupid idea to rob a bank!” Then as an after thought–”And sit down!”

“You robbed a what!?”

“Nothing Leo!” Raph delivered a swift kick to the back of her sister’s head, which only increased her incessant shrieking. Raph held the receiver away from her face. “Shhh! Shut up, Donnie! And I only said we should take a couple buck to buy the parts for you-know-what!” 

“Yeah?! Well we wouldn’t need parts to track Shredder’s body if you didn’t kill him.”

“Um, last time I checked dude, you shot him!”

Michelangelo’s voice crackled through the speaker. “They know we can still hear them, right?”

No, we did not know that. Raph grit her teeth in a fake smile. “Hahaha! We’re just joking around. Right, Donnie?”

Donnie yelped as the car swerved, throwing all her body weight to wrestle control of the steering wheel. Stray bullets hit the side of the car. “Yep! Just peachy!”

“See, we’re all good! It’s all good! See you at home!”

“Wait, hold on a se–” Leo’s voice cut out as Raph swiftly hung up. Ok, one problem down. She turned to watch the hijacked police cars closing in. Foot soldiers dangled out the side windows firing stolen guns. A flurry of curses came from the driver’s seat next to her.

Raph sighed. They're not going to be home anytime soon, are they?

[httpvomitello]

Could I request a mini fic or just one shot where after the 2nd bay movie the NYPD calls them while going over shredders stuff and turns out he has a daughter = us no one knew about and she's Already got a big ass criminal record and them and the nypd with april and casey see an old tape of videos how shredder raised her from baby on and meet her that same night? 🤩

Hello, Sorry it took me so long to write. But I hope you like it anyway! ♡♡♡♡

All For One We Fight Together

*⁠.⁠✧

It was a quiet night in the lair when Donnie’s phone buzzed with an unexpected call. He answered quickly, his expression shifting from surprise to concern as he realized who was on the other end.

“Uh, Leo,” Donnie muttered, lowering his phone. “You’re going to want to hear this.”

The team gathered around as he put the call on speaker. The detective’s voice came through the line. “We could use your help with something. During a raid on Shredder’s property, we found… well, some files. And you’re going to want to see them.”

After a hasty call to April and Casey, the team made their way to the police precinct, slipping in through a side door to avoid drawing too much attention. Inside, a small group of NYPD officers waited, April and Casey beside them.

The detective led them to a dimly lit room, a projector set up with an array of tapes stacked nearby. “Shredder kept some things hidden,” she explained. “What we found… it’s about his daughter.”

“Wait, Shredder had a daughter?” Leo asked, disbelief etched across his face. The brothers exchanged bewildered glances, trying to process this revelation.

“Not just a daughter,” April added, her voice shaky. “She’s got a long record—assault, theft, you name it. And we have no idea how much she knows about all of… this.”

The detective hit play, and the grainy image flickered to life on the screen.

The video began with a darkened room, where a much younger Shredder held a tiny, swaddled baby in his arms. Despite his usual cold demeanor, there was a softness in his expression as he whispered to her, a voice the brothers had never heard before.

“This world is dangerous, my child,” he said, his tone surprisingly tender. “But you will be strong. I will teach you to survive, to be powerful.”

The image faded, replaced by clips over the years: Shredder training you from a young age, teaching martial arts, weapon handling, and tactics. As you grew, your skills sharpened under his strict discipline. He had molded you into a warrior, his successor.

In one clip, you stood bruised and bloodied, looking up at Shredder with fierce determination, not an ounce of fear in your eyes. “Is that all you’ve got?” you spat, a hint of pride flickering in Shredder’s gaze as he watched his daughter push herself to her limits.

Raphael, fists clenched, muttered, “No kid should have to go through that. He didn’t raise her—he trained her like a weapon.”

The final clip showed her, now a young adult, facing Shredder in what looked like a mock combat scenario. You moved with lethal precision, face hardened. Your training had shaped you into something formidable, someone dangerous. The tape ended, the silence in the room thick and heavy.

“So… where is she now?” Leo asked, his voice a low whisper.

The detective glanced at the brothers. “We’ve tracked her to the city. She’s already on the move, and from what we can tell, she’s been active on the streets. She’s… well, she’s got a reputation.”

Casey whistled low. “You guys ready for another potential Shredder-level situation?”

Mikey shook his head. “We’re not dealing with another Shredder. She didn’t choose this—she had it forced on her. We’ve gotta at least try talking to her.”

That night, they found you.

You are perched on a rooftop, your back to them, silhouetted against the neon glow of the city. Your stance was tense, alert, like a predator ready to pounce. They approached slowly, Leo leading with cautious steps.

“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?” you called, not even turning to face them. Your voice was cold, calculated, as if she’d been expecting them.

Leo took a deep breath, his tone steady. “We’re not here to fight. We wanted to meet you, to talk.”

Finally, she turned, and the brothers got their first look at Shredder’s daughter. Her gaze was piercing, her expression unreadable, and yet there was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

“You’re the ones who took down my father.” Your eyes narrowed as you assessed each of them. “And now you come here… why?”

Mikey stepped forward. “Because… you’re not him. We saw the tapes. We know how he raised you, but you don’t have to keep living like that.”

The silence between you and the turtles stretched, heavy and tense. You could feel the weight of their sympathy, their misguided attempt to “help” you—though to you, it felt more like pity. Leonardo, was still watching you, his expression unreadable, but the softness in his eyes only deepened your resolve.

“I don't have to live like this?” You scoffed, stepping back, eyes narrowing. “What I don't need is people sticking their noses where they don't belong. Especially not a bunch of do-gooders who think they understand me.”

Raph bristled, fists clenching as he took a step forward. “Oh yeah? Maybe we don’t know everything, but we know you got dealt a crappy hand. That doesn’t mean you gotta be just like him.”

“Like him?” You cut him off, your voice venomous as you glared. “Shredder didn’t make me this way. He prepared me, trained me for a world where weakness gets you killed. You don’t get it. None of you do.” The frustration boiled over, and you clenched your fists, channeling every ounce of your bitterness and resentment.

Leo put his hands up, palms out in a placating gesture. “We’re not your enemy. We just want to help.”

You let out a bitter laugh, backing up into a fighting stance. “Help? Let’s see if you can even keep up.”

Without warning, you launched forward, catching them off guard. Your movements were quick, lethal, honed from years of intense, brutal training under Shredder’s watchful eye. You targeted Donnie first, sweeping his bo staff out from under him with a precise kick, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Raph lunged at you, but you sidestepped him with ease, twisting his arm behind his back and throwing him forward into Mikey, who barely managed to keep his balance. “Raph, wait!” Leo shouted, but it was too late. You’d already struck, and both Mikey and Raph went down, scrambling to regain their footing.

Leo moved in, and he was quick—quicker than you’d expected. His katanas flashed, each strike deliberate as he tried to pin you down, to wear you out without harming you. But you saw through his strategy and dodged, slipping past his guard and knocking one of his blades out of his hand.

Leo stumbled back, clutching his side, but his gaze never wavered. “You don’t have to keep fighting,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Fighting is all I know. If you try to get in my way, you'll be dead.” With that, you spun on your heel, bolting toward the edge of the rooftop. They were still recovering, and before any of them could reach you, you’d leapt off, vanishing into the shadows of the city below.

The brothers watched, stunned, as you disappeared into the night. Mikey rubbed the back of his head, wincing. “Well, she’s got moves. Gotta give her that.”

Raph muttered under his breath, frustration evident. “We should’ve gone harder on her. She’s a real threat.”

Donnie, still catching his breath, sighed. “So what now? Just let her go?”

Leo’s gaze hardened. “We don’t stop watching. We’ll keep an eye on her. Now we know that she is not willing to cooperate with us.”

And with that, the turtles knew they couldn't look down on you. You could be like Shredder or... Something much worse.

[moody-alcoholic]

Uninvited Guest

Summary: 2.2k words. Ghoap x Reader, throuple. Reader is female (she/her), army nurse, non descript physical features, names used: Ashe

CW: Unconscious person, mentions of drugging someone repetitively.

Previous parts - masterlist - next part

It's a little shorter but enjoy <3

19:25

Price was still talking over the plan when they made it to the house. Ghost knew they were only here for one thing; the documents Soap found. It’s the evidence they need but Ghost knows it’s a long shot. He looks over at Soap, he’s smiling, of course he is, Ghost almost wants to roll his eyes.

The van pulls up to the front doors. He can see Chloe’s mother and father as well as extended family talking with officers. There’s a man with a suit tapping things on a tablet, Price said they’d called their lawyers. Everyone gets out the van as Price walks over to who Ghost assumes is the man in-charge of the whole raid.

“Found anything?” Price asks. 

“Seized some electronics as per the order. Nothing unusual though. They have sports rifles and shotguns, licences check out.” The officer says.

“Soap take Ghost to the room you saw strip the place.” Price says turning to them to give orders. 

“Gaz stick with me, we’ll search the ground floor.” Ghost doesn’t wait turning towards to house with Soap on his heals. It’s just how he likes it, as long as Soap is nearby it’s one less thing to worry about. Ghost watches as the eyes of the family follow him and Soap into the house. There are people missing, most notably Jack, Ghost knows from the briefing he’s not deployed. He could be anywhere, they haven’t exactly been keeping an eye on him.

After the incident in Syria he was sent back to the UK, his father-in-law covered for him which was to be expected. Then he went quiet, the theory was he was being told to lay low. A shiver ran up Ghost’s spine, there was something wrong with this picture. Ghost tried to ignore it letting Soap pass him to lead him into the house.

“Excuse me!” Someone calls forcing Ghost and Soap to stop in their tracks and turn around. The man Ghost assumed was the lawyer is walking towards them. 

���Excuse me but you don’t look like police.” He says. 

“Well spotted.” Soap says coming to stand next to Ghost. 

“Well I don’t see anywere on this warrant that you’re allowed access here.” He says showing a piece of paper to Ghost who is mostly ignoring it, not that he would understand the legal jargon anyway. 

“Problem boys?” Price says stepping up behind Ghost. 

“He says we’re not to be here.” Soap says.

“Here.” Price says handing him a piece of paper. 

“MI5? Hold on a second. Don’t enter the property until I have verified this.” The man says taking his phone out and turning to walk away. Ghost turns to Price. 

“Hurry up then, I want to get out of here as quick as possible.” Price says turning to walk back over to the officers and Gaz. Ghost watches the lawyer with his back now turned  on the phone, then walks into the building.   

“Up this way LT.” Soap calls heading for the stairs. Ghost follows him making it up to the first floor. Soap leads Ghost into an office. The place is a mess, shredded paper and books flung everywhere. 

“Shite.” Soap says. 

“Someone's had fun.” Ghost says. Soap walks over to the desk, he’s trying to open the drawers but they’re locked. He looks up at Ghost. 

“Price, we’ve made it but the place has been ransacked.” Ghost says into his radio as Soap starts looking through the pieces of paper that never made it through the shredder. 

“There’s nothing useful here.” He says shoving some papers off the desk. Ghost can hear the annoyance in his voice. 

“What about the drawers can you get them open?” Ghost asks looking round the room. All the walls are covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves. What parts of the room missing shelves are covered in expensive art. 

“Na, they’re locked.” Soap says trying to rattle them to see if they’re just stuck. Ghost comes around to see the papers, he can’t make out what the shredded ones are but there have been pictures, and folders, all sorts of things have been through the shredder not just papers. 

“Got anything we can open it with?” Ghost asks. 

“Yeah but shouldn’t we ask them if they have a key first?” Soap asks. 

“Price we’ve got locked drawers up here, any chance we can get a key? Maybe some officers to secure evidence?” Ghost wait’s for Price’s response as he walks over looking at the books pulled off the shelves. He notices the wood looks different and presses down on it. 

“Soap come look at this.” Ghost says as the wall gives way under his hand and it opens a secret compartment. It’s empty but that explains the books on the floor. 

“Shite there could be loads of them.” Soap says looking round the room. There is commotion in the hallways as Ghost hears the lawyer and other people making their way up to the room. 

“I told you to wait downstairs until we’d verified your paperwork!” The lawyer snaps. Ghost looks over at him, he can see the mother behind talking to a police officer. Gaz pushes his way through into the room. 

“They don’t have a key.” Gaz says handing Soap a crowbar. Ghost watches as the officers try to keep them out the room.

“You better not be destroying that desk it’s an antique!” The mother calls in horror as she watches Soap go over. 

“Give us a key then.” Soap says. Ghost looks at him, he looks serious eyeing them down as he waits for a response. 

“They can’t do this you can’t destroy property!” The lawyer shouts. Soap looks up at Ghost as he moves round to the desk stopping as he pushes the crowbar into place. Ghost nods. Fuck the bureaucracy this could be their only chance.     

  ——————————  

21:00

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mark asks Jack from the back of the car. Jack doesn’t say anything right away looking at the address written on the paper for the millionth time. This is not a good idea it’s a terrible idea, it could get them thrown in prison or worse killed. He has to do this though prove to his father he can fix the fuck up he’s caused.

“You scared?” Jack asks turning to look at Mark in the back seat. 

“No, just.” Mark looks away shaking his head.

“Spit it out!” Jack snaps. 

“We’re going up against trained SAS soldiers.” Marks says. 

“You are a trained SAS soldier, and besides we’re getting her not them.” Jack says turning back to look out the front window. 

“Why is she so important anyway? She’s just fucking them.” Brian says scoffing. 

“She’s not just fucking them Brian! You should have seen how hard they fought to get her out of Syria. They went to people even my father couldn’t stop.” Jack says looking back at Brian driving the car. 

“What so we’re holding her for ransom? What if they don’t care?” Harry, Marks brother asks.

“They’ll care.” Jake says confidently. 

“Four SAS soldiers versus the 4 of us. I don’t like our odds.” Mark says under his breath. 

“Pull the car over.” Jack says.

“Sorry?” Brian asks looking at him.

“Pull the fucking car over!” Jack shouts. Brian turns on the hazard lights pulling into the hard-sholder of the main road. Jack gets out the car as soon as it’s stopped going round to Marks door.

“Out now!” He snaps. Mark looks annoyed but he undoes his seat-belt slipping out. As soon as his feet touch the ground Jack pushes him round the back of the car slamming the door. 

“If you don’t want to be involved then fuck off. Go back home to dad with your tail tucked between your legs and explain how you plan on fixing this fuck up.” Jack shouts.

“It’s not my job to fix your fuck ups!” Mark shouts back. 

“No but you and Harry are the ones who let her go at the funeral! They managed to snoop around enough to find out about the sales in Syria and Urzikstan! Do you understand how big of a leak that is?!” Jack shouts.

“She would have never even been in the house if you hadn’t killed Chloe!” Mark shouts back.

“You told me she was going to tell, I didn’t have a choice.” Jack says defensively. 

“She was still my sister.” Mark said taking a step up to Jack.

“She was a liability.” Jack responds. “I wasn’t even here I was stuck in Syria preoccupied with trying to get valuable intel.” 

“Yeah right sorry busy torturing innocent army medics.” Mark says pushing Jacks chest so there is distance between them. 

“Do you know how many fucking strings dad had to pull to make sure you didn’t get dishonourably discharged for that? 141 wanted your neck bad, and you still insist on going after them like they’re the only fucking counter intelligence unit on the face of the earth.” Mike says. 

“They’re the only one we need to be worried about and now they have proof, they’re at the house right now confirming that proof. The only option we have is to get a bargaining chip. She is the best bargaining chip!” Jack says jamming his finger in Marks face. Mark shakes his head.

“And if it doesn’t work?” 

“Then we kill her either way we hurt them, she’s gone and we come up with another plan.” Jack says. 

“I thought the whole point of this was to get back the intel they’ve stolen?” Mark says.

“As soon as my father finds out which CIA agent is helping them we won’t need to worry about that. Besides we destroyed anything useful it will take the MET months to piece it together.” Jack says. 

“Now are you fucking done with your little spat? Because we need to get her before they’re done at the house.” Mark sighs, shaking his head.

“Fine fuck it, walk home.” Jack says throwing his arms up and turning back to the car.

“Wait Jack.” Mark says striding up to him and putting his hand on Jacks shoulder. “We’re family we fix our own fuck ups.” 

“Yeah, unus pro omnibus.” Jack says looking into his brothers eyes.

“omnes pro uno.” Mark replies smiling.

  ——————————  

22:00

Ghost was stood at the door with Price watching the officers finish bagging up the last of the scraps of paper for evidence. 

“They knew we were coming.” Ghost says, his arms crossed as he watches Soap tap on the walls. 

“Yeah, we knew it would be like that though.” Price said. 

“Think they’ll be enough evidence here to convict them?” 

“Don’t know, we won’t know for a while biased on how well they tried to destroy everything.” Price says sighing. Ghost watches as Soap pulls another panel out from the book cases looking inside. Nothing again, this was a waste of time, they’d done a good job scrubbing everything.

Gaz and Soap had been meticulously searching the book cases for hours. All the evidence had been taken. The mother had passed out from stress and the lawyer insisted an ambulance be called, recording everything. It had been a long night. Ghost just wanted to get back to the safehouse. Before his mind could wander Price patted him on the shoulder. 

“Tell them to finish up I’ll go chat with the chief then we’ll get out of here. Not much more we can do till the paperwork as gone through.” Price said. Ghost nodded, walking over to Soap.

“Don’t think we’re going to find anything.” Soap says as he reaches him. 

“No, Price said let’s pack it up, head back.” Ghost says, he sees Soap smile. That makes him happy, he always loves seeing his smile. Ghost tells Gaz the same thing as he finishes checking behind the last bookshelf. It’s empty, the police wrap up too checking the room one more time before taking their leave.

Ghost follows Soap and Gaz out closing the door to the office as he leaves. It’s a shame they couldn’t find anything, but in a few weeks they would know. The MET was going to literally have to put this case together to get the proof but it would happen. And with Laswell’s help they’ll be able to track their movements even better. 

“What do you think that means?” Soap asks shoving his phone in Ghost’s face. They’ve barely even made it out the house. Ghost stops, squinting at the text. It’s a jumbled mess of auto corrected words. A second text just saying 4-5 armed. 

“Price!” Ghost shouts interrupting, him talking to the police chief.

“Call the house!” He says walking over to him dragging Soap along. Price looks confused for a second excusing himself and taking out his phone. 

“What?” He asks when Ghost reaches them, he shows him the phone. 

“Could mean anything,” he says his eyes digging into Ghost. Ghost can see the doubt in his face. This is bad. Price hangs up the phone calling again. Ghost holds his breath squeezing Soaps wrist. He watches Price as the line continues to ring. It keeps ringing, Price brings the phone down then looks up at Ghost.

“We need to move now!” Ghost calls dragging Soap to the car. 

“Try calling her.” Ghost orders Soap as Gaz and Price follow. He just nods trying to hide the fear in his face. This is really bad. 

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22:20

“Found her phone.” Mark says handing it to Jack. He rushes over to you using your bound thumb to unlock it. 

“Shit, she’s warned them we need to leave!” He shouts moving back into the kitchen looking at the gear. They’ve already kitted up and have helped themselves to more weapons for the potential fight ahead.  

“Is she still out?” Mark asks looking back to you being tied to a chair. 

“We’ve got chloroform to keep her out till we need her.” Jack explains, looking back over at Harry and Brian still trying to tie you to a chair.

“Did you not hear me she’s told them we’re here we need to move! Get her in the car.” Jack orders them, they nod pulling at the restraints.

“Where do you want to go?” Mark asks.

“How about the house in Harrow it’s still empty right?” Jack asks.

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a drive though.” Marks says.

“That’s fine the longer we have the better. Plus we can fall back to Kensington if we need to.” Jack says watching Mark nod. 

“Bring her phone, turn it off till we need it but keep it close. We’ll use it to contact them.” Jack says. The house phone ringing makes them jump. Jack walks over to it deciding whether or not to pick it up. He could play all his card right now and tell them they’re holding you for ransom. Or he could wait until they’re in a better situation to make demands. 

“Don’t, we need as much time as we can get.” Mark says. Jack nods his fingers hovering over the phone.

“Okay lets move now! I want wheels up in 10!” Jack says heading for the back door.

“Mark help us get her in the boot.” Harry says as him Brian drag you by your arms out the door. Jack drives, with Mark next to him. They look at each other. They’re in too deep now. Mark nods at him, he’s doing this to prove he can do this. He’s better then what his dad thinks. He has a kid and a wife, he has people he needs to provide for. He can’t lose this job, he can’t fuck his family over like this. He remembers the plan grounding himself, and drives off. 

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