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Ghost Drabble

“I thought you were dead.”

Hey friends!! Ghost won the pill so here’s a short and shitty little drabble for y’all.

It’s not super inappropriate, lots of grief, mentions of losing a child, lots of foul language.

Love you guys!!! Enjoy and PLEASE lmk what you wanna see! You guys are the readers after all so i wanna cater to YOUR ideas!! 🫶🏻

“No. I-“ She took a deep breath as she focused on her word choice. “Why, no- how are you here? I don’t get it.”

“Please, just let me explain.” Simon tried to reason with her as his heart beat out of his chest. “Please you have got to hear me out.”

“I’m listening but you better talk fast.” Her tone was a mixture of fear and command.

“It’s not what you think. When I joined this team, I wanted a new identity. I didn’t want to be who I used to be, the one who was tortured, the one who went through all that loss and pain. It’s not like I had anything left in my life anyways-“ Before he could finish with ‘but you’, she cut him off.

“You didn’t have anything?! Simon-“

“It’s Ghost here, they don’t want anyone leaking my identity.” He quickly corrected her and she looked at him offended, tears turning her eyes glossy. She paused for a moment her mouth agape.

“First of all, it’s not ‘ghost’.” Her words were mocking the name. “It’s Simon, because that’s who you were to me. You were Simon Riley, my Simon.” She accentuated her words. “Do you not understand what you meant to me? What weight you held in my life?” She paused, almost waiting for an answer, but he didn’t even open his mouth. “Second of all, you had me. You had our life. You had our daughter.”

Her statement bit him. It felt like a knife had went through him. “And when I was grieving her death you know what else I was doing?!” Her tone escalated to one of anger. “I was mourning you!!!”

Her face was now etched into his mind forever, sure to haunt his dreams from now on. Tears were streaming in rivers down her face, staining the collar of her shirt. Her eyebrows were furrowed in sorrow, her lip quivering. “I’m so sorry.”

That’s all he could muster. He knew no excuse would suffice for what he left her to endure alone. “Where were you?” She asked in a pleading voice, needing answers.

“They wouldn’t let me see you. Said it was for my privacy and identity security.” Simons voice began to crack, and she began to soften, it was something she’d never seen. “I wanted to run to you, hold you in my arms, apologize for leaving you the way I did. It tore me to shreds knowing you were battling it alone, and it haunted me knowing what I did.”

Simon took in a shaky breath as tears of his own formed. “I dreamed of coming home to you, comforting you. They wouldn’t fucking let me.” His voice went quiet as he cursed his superiors. “If I wouldn’t have been faced with serious consequences, I would’ve broke every rule, but the consequences would’ve set us further apart.”

She stood speechless. She was so lost in this moment, not knowing how to go about Simon this way. From childhood to now, this is the first time she’d ever seen him cry. “Simon…”

“It was my plan to eventually have you find me, I just didn’t think it’d take this long.”

Again, she stood evaluating every movement of his face, the expressions, the way his eyebrows twitched when she met his eyes. She couldn’t deny the pang in her chest, the one of pain. “I know I don’t deserve it, but would you ever grace me with your forgiveness?”

He waited in silence, his nerves tingling with each passing moment. Simon carefully watched as she opened her mouth before hesitating and closing it again. “Simon, it’s been almost 10 years since you faked your death and I got that dreaded phone call. I was only 20 years old with a 2 year old all alone. You should’ve known at the age of 25, that I was too young. I was still a kid myself in ways. You left me to raise a kid when I was barely an adult, the pain I went through at such a young age because I let my childhood best friend give me his last name.”

Simon nodded, agreeing what he did was wrong. “But, when she passed, I felt like I had aged 10 years because I had to mature fast to be a mom raising her child by herself. She was only 4 Si, and she never even got to see her dad, let alone know him. But, in the end, I know what this job can do.”

Her chest raises as she takes in a deep breath. “I know what they can ask of you and how easily it is for the wrong person to know your face, your name. I don’t forgive you right now, but I’m willing to work on it on one condition.”

Simon answered almost too quickly, “Anything.”

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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1whore1gang · 3 months

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AHHHH JUST THE LITTLE TTHINGS HAS ME BAWLING!!!!

omg… i literally cannot. why is it so sad!!! everytime i think abt it i get like a pang in my heart and i hate it!! i need a happy ending!!! </333

(but, that is a sign of BEAUTIFUL writing, keep going!!! your writing makes me so emotional wahhh)

Hello sweet Anon!!

Having someone call my writing beautiful has ME emotional 😭

But a happy ending is coming! I promise!!

Just gotta really tear up everything to make it that much more hard hitting!!

Love you all so so much!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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1whore1gang · 3 months

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Hey y’all!

I’m thinking of branching out into other Call of Duty characters since my work is either Soap or Price. I wanna start easy and introduce some Ghost or Keegan, so I’ll put a poll but PLEASE either comment, DM me or drop a suggestion into my submission/inbox and tell me what YOU wanna see!! It can be for Gaz, Price, Ghost, Soap or Keegan.

I want to write for König eventually but I need to get a better judge of his character before I do.

I really love when people ask for certain scenarios with characters so PLEASE suggest stuff for me to write for y’all.

Much love! 🫶🏻

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #modern warefare ii #call of duty #cod modern warfare #tf 141 #konig x reader #konig cod #cod mw3

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1whore1gang · 3 months

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Post MW3 Drabble:

Implied Soap x Reader, Platonic! TF141 x Reader, Potential Ghost x Reader if you squint. (made for f!reader)

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME

enjoy :)

CW: causing,mentions of death, mental health, grief

It was hard for all of you when it happened. It was so quick, yet everything moved in slow motion as his body hit the ground.

The moment still haunts all of your dreams, replaying over and over in your minds.

It was the worst for you. It took weeks before you stopped crying as soon as you woke up. You’d gotten so used to rolling over and snuggling into Johnny every morning. He was your sunshine.

The first few nights were the worst, staring at the indent in the bed where he’d laid not even a week ago. You didn’t dare touch it, wanting to preserve him in a weird way.

You couldn’t even shower without breaking down. Johnny would always come sit on the sink and talk to you while you showered. It felt so empty without him.

Everything felt empty. Brushing your teeth without his arms wrapping around you. Making food and only making enough for you. Going to bree coffee and accidentally grabbing his mug with yours.

Nothing felt right, and you couldn’t bear it. Luckily you weren’t grieving alone. Simon was struggling just as bad as you were. Johnny was like a brother to him.

Many night the two of you sat in silence in the common area. No words are exchanged most of the time, you both just needed company.

The team all made sure to try to do little things for you. They bought you flowers, took you out for lunches. Price did whatever he could to attempt to keep you from spiraling. He even offered to let you give him a haircut, knowing you’d always make fun of him for how scruffy he was.

Gaz would make you sweets or help with chores around base. He would take you on walks or take you with on errands just so you wouldn’t be alone.

No matter what though, you still had this void in your life. You felt like a piece of you drifted away on that cliff with his ashes. It felt like you had watched your life dissipate into the wind.

He took a part of you with him, and you were afraid you’d never get it back.

You’d spend countless nights looking at old photos, reading old love notes he wrote you. You’d watch videos of him just to keep his voice fresh in your memory.

The only thing you were beginning to forget was his touch. The way his hands would ignite sparks at the slightest graze was slowly leaving you. The gentleness of his grasp was slipping away.

You missed him so bad, and it was beginning to become unbearable.

You were awake one night a couple of days after his death, lost in a rabbit hole of pictures and videos. It was nearly 3 AM, but you didn’t notice nor dare. A knock hit your door, and it creaked open to reveal Simon.

“Hey Johnny have you seen my-“ He looked up at you and realized his mistake. “I’m sorry Y/N…”

It took you a second to collect yourself but you smiled at him. “Hi Simon. Are you okay?” You watched as he began to slightly tear up. Simon wasn’t a cryer, but Soap’s death has broke him to his core.

“I miss him.” He said, his voice breaking your own heart. You looked down for a second, deciding if you were ready.

“Need a friend?” You said as you patted the side of the bed where Johnny used to sleep. Simon nodded but paused.

“Are you sure?” He said, cautious.

“Mhm. It feels too empty in here. It’s too quiet.” Simon nodded again as he removed his mask and sat next to you.

You both sat and reminisced on Johnny’s life. Sharing memories and laughs, you both began to feel better.

“I’m gonna try to get some rest. Just wake me if you need anything okay?” You began to lay down, feeling the bed shift as Simon rolled over with a ‘Goodnight.’

You felt the mattress dip and it’s like your body went into shock. That feeling was all to familiar and your brain was screaming at you to turn over and look for Johnny.

Sniffles began to sound out of you at the feeling and the memories it brought to your mind. Maybe you weren’t ready after all.

“Hey, are you okay?” You felt Simon place his hand on you gently.

“I don’t know.” You sobbed out, not strong enough to look at him.

“Do me a favor, roll over.” He helped you move onto your opposite side to face him. “Trust me?” You nodded and he pulled you into his chest as he held you, brushing his fingers through your hair and quietly shushing you. “I know how bad it hurts and I’m so sorry.”

From that night forward, Simon spent almost every night in your room, just so you both could actually get some sleep. The comfort of having someone there brought you both peace.

Weeks had gone by and you realized something was off with yourself. You woke up and looked at the day and panicked.

You were a week late.

You sneakily ran down to the store a block away and bought a pregnancy test, or two, or three.

Running back to your room unseen, you were quick to unwrap them and take them.

Minutes passed that felt like hours when your timer went off. You flipped each one over, looking at the results.

Positive

“Shit!” You yelled, your hands flying to your hair. As soon as the word left your mouth, you heard your door open and Simon enter. “Y/N?? You here? We missed you at training.”

You walked out of your bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind you and standing in front of it. “Are you okay? You look pale.” Simon walked up to you and placed his hands on your face to feel for a fever.

“Yeah I’m fine, I woke up late.”

“No, something’s wrong. Your eyes widened when something’s wrong and your pupils are dilated. Your breathing is elevated too.” How the fuck does he know that?!

“Just panicked about the fact I woke up late.” You shrugged it off, unmoving.

“What’s in the bathroom Y/N?” His voice drew serious. He wasn’t asking, he was telling you to move.

“Nasty stuff really, that time of the month ya know?” He didn’t believe you.

“Let me see. Nothing I haven’t seen before. In fact, I’ve seen worse.” What the fuck? “Please move.”

You swallowed HARD. “I don’t want you to see it though.”

“Y/N. Move. I know better than that. I’m not stupid. Let me see the bathroom.”

It took a lot of arguing before you stepped aside. Simon walked past you and his eyes laid on the tests. “You’re pregnant? This is what you were hiding?”

He turned to you. “Yeah…I don’t know how far along I am.” Simon nodded and chewed on his lip for a moment in thought.

“Johnny’s?”

Although it wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement, it hung heavy in the air. “Yeah, Johnny.”

Simon audibly swallowed as he continued to stare at the positive text on each one. He hasn’t moved hardly past the doorframe, hand still on the knob.

“I’ll help you.”

“Huh?” His words hadn’t registered in your mind yet.

“This is going to be okay. I’ll help you.” Simon turned to you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them. “You’re going to be okay.”

And you were. Simon helped you. You both went to appointments and began to buy things little by little. Simon even applied for housing so you didn’t have to do this in the barracks.

6 months in and it turned out everything was going to be okay.

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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1whore1gang · 3 months

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I hope the only reason Laswell hasn't visited poor Y/N is because she's been chewing tf out of Price and getting Tia exiled from England >:(

Laswell def has her reasons to not visit her yet.

I’m so excited to clear up everyone’s questions in part 10.

It’s going to be so good

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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1whore1gang · 3 months

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it’s the little things update

Hey y’all!

The next part is the BIG 10!!!

Because of that, it’s gonna be a larger chapter and therefore will take me a little longer to get out. I have so much I wanna fit into part 10 and I’m gonna take my time to make it perfect for y’all.

I plan to have it out by the end of this weekend if not early next week.

After part 10 I’m probably going to take a small break from the story to focus on some other projects I have planned but it won’t be for long I promise!! There’s just other ideas I have running around my brain that I’m dying to share with y’all.

I love y’all so much 🫶🏻

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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1whore1gang · 3 months

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named him soap but all he does is make a mess...

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1whore1gang · 3 months

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For those of you wondering, one of the people who helped reader into the helicopter after the attack was named Sergeant Russ, signaling to Keegan from COD:Ghosts

Did you catch the easter egg in Part 8 of it’s the little things🤍?

So far I haven’t seen anyone catch the little COD easter egg I planted in part 8 hehe. If you catch it, comment on this and let me know what you think it was!!

#john soap mactavish #call of duty #captain john price #ghost x soap #simon riley x reader

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1whore1gang · 3 months

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It’s the little things 🤍

This is part 9!!

Catch up HERE!! :)

I just want to reiterate that although most of my work isn’t coherently inappropriate I do recommend you be 18+ to interact with my blog/read content I put MDNI warnings on. I do not wish to offend anybody nor make any uncomfortable with my work, so I apologize if I have.

Warnings: cursing, angst, a mental breakdown, some fluff in the end, mentions of being in the hospital, mentions of mental health/SA

LMK if i missed any!

Taglist: @gaymistakeboi @batw3nch @thedevillovesflowers @almightywdm @ghostslittlegf @sketchyfandomgirl @under-the-dirt @clear-your-mind-and-dream @darkangel4121 @vreselia @llemes @stargaliz @rockcollector3000 @nottrosax @azu21 @kaoyamamegami @vicktorfan @ghost-is-my-bbg

(i still don’t understand taglists so i’m so sorry if it didn’t work always just yell at me and i’ll do my best to fix it!! )

Enjoy friends!! :)))

Your eyes opened and you stretched, feeling the wrinkles in your bedsheets. Wait- your bedsheets…they weren’t this soft? Sitting up, you realized you were in Simon’s room.

Quickly, panic set in as you frantically looked around for him, cooing his name, hoping he was just hiding and playing a trick on you.

But one question still loomed in the back of your head: how the hell did you end up here?! “Yeah? You okay?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. That voice…it was…”Simon?” Slowly turning, you were met with your Simon. He was leaning against the doorframe of his bathroom in his famous sweatpants, the steam from the shower still fresh on his chest. The crushing feeling in your chest was numbing, your ears ringing. “Is it really you?”

“Of course it is? What’re you on about?” He chuckled a little as he adjusted his posture.

Quickly you realized he must not remember anything. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I had a weird dream.” You laughed it off as you took the sight of him in again.

Drinking in his presence, you felt tears prick your eyes. “Oh hey, darling no.” He quickly approached you as he saw the glisten in your eyes begin to form. His arms swooped around you as he pulled you into him. “Shh…whatever dream you had wasn’t real. I’m here, you’re okay.” His voice was soothing and gentle, a tone saved only for you.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You wiped your tears and couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. “It was a stupid dream.”

“Whatever it was, is gone. And don’t apologize to me, we’ve been over this. You don’t have to be afraid to feel your emotions, this is a safe space doll.” Simon walked to go grab some clothes, throwing them to you. “Throw these on and we can go meet Johnny for training.”

JOHNNY!

Dropping the clothes to the floor, you make a break for the door, needing to be sure that all of the boys were back to themselves. Oh your Johnny, you needed him right now.

Your hand landed on the doorknob and it wouldn’t turn. “How do you unlock this Simon? Is your door broken?”

Looking up, Simon was now gone, nowhere to be found and nowhere he could’ve went. “No…Simon?!” Your voice echoed. “Nonononono….”

Trying the door again, it still wouldn’t budge. You felt yourself collapse to the ground, defeated.

A gasp left your mouth as you woke up and sat up quickly. It was all a dream… You slammed back down into your pillows as you ran your hands over your face. “Fuck!” It came out louder than you thought, resulting in you to sit right back up and look over at the little playpen that held Simon.

He grunted at you, almost to say ‘watch your language’. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up honey.”

Walking over, you pick him and bring him back to your bed to snuggle with you, the only form of comfort you both have right now.

Simon was your sword, always ready to protect you with such a feral and vicious tactic. He swore to you years ago that he’d do whatever it took to keep you safe, always ready to go to bat for you.

The other side to Simon was soft and tender, always gentle with you when you were fragile, handling you with caution and care. But that came with a sharper side than his protective nature. That tenderness was only behind closed doors. As soon as you were in the eyes of your coworkers, he wasn’t one to step up to give you that affection you craved from him.

Hence, he was a double edged sword.

But you were always willing to feel the rath in order to get the soul that was deep inside of him. Simon was always there for you, even in the darkest of times. There were many nights that you’d spent in his room, the only reason being you both needed the company.

You both found refuge in the other. Simon gave you a safe place, a shoulder to cry on. He gave you the love and support you needed from your team. Simon knew well how Price treated you and when he failed to pick you up, Simon stepped up to help put the pieces back together of a person he didn’t break.

Simon was well aware that a Captain should be someone their soldiers find safety in, solice in. Captains are meant to not only push, but also help their soldiers. They are not meant to degrade them and make them crumble, leaving someone else to pick up the mess. You couldn’t find comfort in the man you were supposed to receive it from, so Simon made it his life’s mission to fill that void.

Your knuckles rapped on the door. It was nearly 4 am, and you had only been home a week since your last mission and someone you’d ended up at Room 256 every night since your feet landed on base.

Simon answered the door, his mask on. “It’s you.” He sighs in relief. “Get in here, you’ll freeze in that.”

You were in shorts and a compression shirt, the only clean clothes you owned at the moment. This mission had caused you to fall into a deep depression, and Simon knew the reason all too well, he saw the papers. When you told him, his heart broke twice as much as when he read it, and it felt like he was finding out for the first time all over again.

“Here, please.” Simon removed his mask and threw you a hoodie all too large for you. “Please…” He was begging you to take care of yourself despite what happened.

Throwing the hoodie over your dishelved frame, you looked at him and held your arms out. “Happy?”

“No. I’m not.” Your joke had gone serious now. “I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself. What happened in Dubai is horrible, and I won’t stop until you get justice, but please.” His voice was quiet on the ‘please’. “I am begging you. You have to take care of yourself. I can’t stand to watch you sit alone and pick at your food during dinners. I can’t let you go another day in training without water. It’s breaking me to see you turn into a shell of the girl I love.”

Somewhere in that, his hands had ended up on your arms, holding them. “If not for yourself, for me. I need you here Y/N. If you leave me, I won’t know what to do.”

You began to cry softly at his words and he quickly began to shush you, bringing you into his chest. “No man will ever touch you like that again. I promise.”

He promised.

And yet here you were laying in a hospital bed recovering from wounds a man inflicted. Looking down at Simon, he was staring up at you with teary eyes. He pointed to his blocks, and you groaned as you reached to your side table to grab them.

Sitting him down in front of you, you sprawled the blocks out on the bed. “Go ahead Si.”

He sniffled a little as he grabbed an ‘S’. “You?”

He grunts. “What about you honey?” He lets out a little cry and it breaks your heart. It seems as if he’s having a hard time with this, even at his little age. “It’s okay, you don’t have-“

A little ‘b’ and little ‘p’ land in your lap as he puts his hands on your knee. “Si, it’s not your fault.” He grunts at you. “You didn’t break your promise. There wasn’t anything you could do.” He takes the blocks from you and hands you a heart block, and the ‘S’ block. “I know you’re sorry, but it’s not your fault. It’s mine.” He grunts, handing you a ‘P’ block. “Price?”

He grunts. “It’s his fault? How?” Simon lets out another little cry and you fight the urge to pick him up and shush him. His eyes scan the little letters as he picks up the letter ‘t’. “Tia? She doesn’t have anything to do with what Snyder did.”

Simon sighs and hands you an ‘e’. “E?” You look at him confused. “I’m going to need more.” You watch hun search around until he hands you an ‘l’. “LE? Left early? I know he did.”

He grunts, putting his little hands on the ‘P’ and ‘t’ blocks. “He left early because of her? Did something happen with you boys?”

He grunts and you set the blocks he gave you down. He hands you a little ‘S’. “You?” Silence. “Soap?” He grunts.

“What happened to Johnny?” Panic settled into your bones, your mind racing through possibilities.

Simon hands you three numbered blocks: 3,7,2. “Is this a room number?”

Simon grunts. Running through possibilities, you knew it wasn’t his barracks room. “Is it a hotel?” Nothing. “Apartment?” Nothing.

“Simon…what happened?” Simon hands you an ‘H’.

“House?” Silence. “Oh God…no. Is it a hospital room?!

Simon grunts, and when he does, your whole world begins to spin. You didn’t even hear Laswell come in. She enters the room and Simon turns and begins to crawl to her, making little worried babbles. “Hey, what’s going on?” She swoops him up and comes to sit by you. “Y/N, look at me. You’re okay, what’s going on?”

Your eyes meet and the words leave your lips too fast. “We need to go to room 372. Now. Please!”

Laswell looks at you like you’re crazy, until Simon hands her the ‘S’ block. “It’s Johnny.” You cry. She sighs and looks at you.

“I can go check with the-“

“No! We need to go now! I need to make sure my boy is okay.” You we’re frantic to see Johnny and make sure he was alive and well. If the room was empty or filled with another patient, you could rest. “Please…”

Laswell eventually gave in and took Simon on her hip, her other arm wrapped up in yours to help give you some walking support.

You both made your way to the third floor and followed the signs to Room 372. Turning the corner, you asked Laswell to let you go alone, and she reluctantly stayed a few doors down. When you began to enter the doorframe, you saw Price and your heart dropped.

His arms were wrapped around Tia. One was around her waist, the other underneath her chin leading her into a kiss. “The fuck?!”

The both snapped to attention at the sound of your voice and you watched Price’s eyes widen in fear at the sight of you. “What’re you doing here?” His breathing quickened as he saw you hooked up to a rolling IV and in a hospital gown. “What happened?! You’re not supposed to be home until tomorrow. I-“

“Enough. What the fuck is going on here?” Your voice was firm, trying to hold back the tears that burnt your ducts, begging to break free.

“It’s not what it looks like, I promise.” Tia spoke up and you looked at her appalled. “Please let me explain-“

“No! What else could this be except that you were cheating?” Your eyes met Price’s again and his were filled with horror, fear, heartbreak, and sadness. “To think I trusted you.”

Before you were about to go walk away, a whine hit your ears and you looked back over your shoulder to see Johnny on the hospital bed with Gaz. Johnny had a little oxygen tube in his nose. Gaz was mindlessly playing with airplanes. Your eyes widened, Simon was right. “What is he doing here?!” You walked over to the bed, limping and barely moving.

Price reached out to help you but you shoved him off of you. “What happened to you?” You brushed your hand over his head, shushing his crying. He was trying to grab at you, seemingly wanting to come with you.

“He’s about to get discharged, he had a weird episode in his sleep and stopped breathing. Tia rushed him here and called me. I-“

“That’s enough.” I sigh as I look to Tia. “As mad as I am at you, thank you.”

She shyly smiles, chewing on her bottom lip. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Did you put him under an alias?” I ask.

She nods. “Kian Price, John’s nephew. Just like you told me to.”

You were livid with her right now, barely able to look at her. “You did good.” You say. “Can he come with me?”

“No, he has to be under supervision. They said he has some sort of sleeping disorder that causes babies to hold their breath in their sleep when stressed. In your state-“

“In my state?!” You stumble to your feet. “I’m perfectly capable to take care of him. At least I didn’t forget a kid!”

Price looked at you confused. “You really don’t know?” You scoffed. “You left Simon in your room. Laswell found him with a pink bra on his face.” His face dropped.

“I can explain. Tia and I were in such a rush and got busy and distracted and-“

“I don’t wanna hear it Price.” The use of his last name made his eyes go wide. “Once I’m discharged, we’re figuring out custody of these boys and we’re not speaking again.”

“Y/N-“ He tried to grab onto you, but you pulled away, causing you to knock into Tia as you both tumbled to the floor. You cried out in pain as Laswell came bounding around the corner.

You watched in slow motion as Price reached for Tia, picking her up and holding her to ask if she was okay. Laswell helped you to your feet, calling for a nurse. Your eyes couldn’t leave the sight in front of you.

The way their eyes met, the way they held each other.

His gaze didn’t even spare you a passing glance.

Laswell and a nurse began to walk you back to your room as you watched Price and Tia dissapear from your line of sight.

No sound was hitting your ears, time moved in slow motion as the weight of the situation fell on you.

The next few days were a blur, you had been discharged and told to attend physical therapy to regain your strength. You were sitting in your room alone, staring at the empty space where the playpen used to sit. Price had Soap and Gaz still and Laswell had taken Simon to let you heal, but little did she know Simon would help you heal.

You had been alone for almost a week, not even leaving the confines of your walls. You didn’t dare to run the risk of running into anyone. You’d perfer to be a hermit.

Therapy had called you multiple times wondering why you weren’t there and stressed the importance of attendance, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You really couldn’t do much of anything. In such a state of heartbreak that you couldn’t even move from your place on the floor leaned against the foot of your bed.

You had lost everything, your boys, the love of your life, even Laswell has yet to talk to you since your discharge. For the first time since you joined this team, you were on your own…and you were failing yourself.

You’d always had someone to help you, stand by your side during hard times. Not this time, it was all you and you didn’t know what to do.

Without Simon’s comforting arms or Johnny’s smile. Without Simon’s soothing voice, ears empty of Johnny’s laugh. Lacking the strength of your sword and shield.

You remembered the day they found out about the incident in Dubai, the man who had assaulted you.

Simon, Johnny and yourself were all hanging out in the common area when Johnny surprised you and jumped you, planting himself over you as he played his usually prank on you and tickled you. He knew how much you hated it and loved to watch you squirm under him as you laughed.

This time, you screamed, you froze and stared up at him in fear. He immediately held his hands up and froze himself.

It didn’t take long for you to bolt to your room, locking the door behind you.

The two men were close on your heels as the softly knocked on the door, quietly begging you to let them in, not only to your room but your head.

“Tell us what happened out there Y/N, please.” Johnny begged you through the door, worried about you.

Simon coaxed you into opening up and they stepped into your room, Simon shutting the door slowly as to not spook you. “Hey doll, you okay?”

As soon as ‘doll’ fell from Simon’s mouth, you spilled. The words were flying through your lips before you could even comprehend what you were saying.

Every little detail of what had happened hit their ears. Simon knew from the papers hitting his desk, but he felt his heart break twice as hard hearing it from you.

The way your eyes shrunched or you looked at the ceiling to prevent tears from falling. He noticed your expressions and body language and he realized just how much damage this had caused. The papers he read didn’t do you justice, downplaying the situation tenfold.

As soon as you finished, you took in a big breath and began to sob as the flood gates broke open. Johnny was the first to swoop you into his arms and began swearing up and down that he’ll kill anyone that even thinks about touching you like that. He swore to be your shield, to protect you from any harms the world may threaten you with. “You let me take the pain okay? You let me handle the problem, you let me hurt.”

Simon swore to be your sword, vowing to stop anything before it can hit you. He’ll fight for you and always be right by your side. While Johnny would deflect any dangers that come to you, Simon would kill them off before you would notice the imminent threat. “I will always be here for you, always be in your side and fight not only for you but with you. If anyone’s giving you a hard time, send them to me. I will forever swear to protect you and help you trudge through the waters when they get rocky.”

Since that day, they were like guard dogs. They never let you be alone. You all spent more time in the others rooms than your own rooms. Simon would be quick on the jump to defend you in even the littlest situations, and Johnny was always there when you needed him in and out of the field. He’d cover you in enemy fire so you could get out before him, or he’d pull you away when Price came into a room to avoid a fight between you two.

Now here you are, needing them more than ever and you can’t have their comfort.

You lift your head from your knees as you hear your door creak open slightly. A little grunt enters the air, the door openly a little more. You had cursed yourself for not shutting it all the way, or locking it.

A little Simon crawls into your view, plopping onto his butt as soon as he gets past the doorframe. He stares at you and doesn’t move or make any noise, almost letting you come to him when you were ready.

And you did. You leaned forward to pick him up and held him close to you. His head fell into the crook of your neck and his little arms tried to wrap around you.

You squeezed him tight, but safely as to not hurt his little frame. He let out a deep breath, as if he felt relieved to finally be here for you.

After a couple minutes, you expected Laswell to follow by the thuds coming down the hall towards your room, but they became erratic, followed by giggles and excited babbles.

You stood up and opened your door to peak into the hallway to see a dopey smiling Soap. He huffed excitedly and noisily crawled over to your feet, sitting down and making grabby hands at you.

You picked him up and placed him on your other hip, taking both boys back into your room and sitting on your bed.

They both laid on your chest as you slightly leaned back. Simon was nuzzled into your shoulder like before, and Soap was sitting up by your hip babbling at you like he was telling you a story.

You gave him little “yeah?” “really??” “no she didn’t!” and other comments to keep him going. He got so excited when you reacted, his little arms flailing or his baby talk getting louder, or he’d breath quickly in excitement.

You three sat like that for a better part of 2 hours before you finally laid back and fell asleep.

What you didn’t see was Johnny crawl up to you when he noticed your eyes close and cozy up to your side and drift off himself.

It amazed you that even as babies, your boys came to you. They’re natural instinct telling them you needed their comfort, their help.

Although it didn’t bring the same feeling as when they’re adults, you couldn’t help but feel some warmth begin to radiate inside of you having them to help you heal emotionally and physically.

And you couldn’t be more grateful for that.

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