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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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ghost x reader where they break up because they can’t manage their private and professional life but they realize that it is much harder without each other!!

Darkness feels warm

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

cw: blood, gore, angst, two possible endings, violence, swearing, guns, death

word count: 3.2k

situation: You and him worked well together, until you weren't. Will you realise that the biggest mistake was letting him go, or will it be too late for second chances?

authors note: HELLO!! guess who is back after a whole 3 months break? Me! University is slowly killing me, but I found some time and decided to write something for you all, hope you enjoy! :)

The cold air in the room shifted, as Price kept watching the man in front of him. Ghost sat in the chair, his legs spread and his hand flipping his knife. The atmosphere between the two men wasn't the warmest, making the winter air even colder. The silence was starting to irritate both of them, because both knew what they are there for, but no one wanted to start the conversation. In the end, Price gave in.

"You have to fix it, Simon." Captain said.

"I know." was all Ghost answered.

"I'm sure I don't need to remind you every time it happened, but I want you focused. I want you sharp and on alert. I want Ghost, we are not in a position to do this right now." Stern and straight to the point, usual Price.

"I said. I know." Simon gritted his teeth, that were hid under his balaclava and his mask he didn't ditch even in the room with only Price.

"Then I expect you to do something about it." was all the Captain said as he gave his Lieutenant a nod and left the room, leaving Ghost to his own thoughts.

To say simply, Ghost was getting distracted. By what? No, not what, who. Y/N was a Sergeant, the latest addition to Task Force 141, who managed to melt the ice around the heart Ghost didn't know he had. You were the fresh air the TF so desperately needed, they were used to working with each other, knew each other opinions and what is the person going to say before they opened their mouth, they knew each other too well. That was making the discussions of missions almost unbearable, they knew how it was going to go, who is going to fight who and that they will stick to their usual plan that was slowly stopping to work. They needed fresh air and that was you.

You were recruited by Price, who was intrigued by the new name that was climbing the ranks this fast with such a record. He watched you closely for months, monitored your work and spoke to your superiors. Not one said a bad word or accused you of slacking. That was when he made his final decision and offered you a place on the Task Force, which you did accept.

Working with them was a needed change foe you too. You quickly grew familiar with the men and almost immediately had the first mission together. During it you saw Ghost switching to his pistol, as he was out of bullets for his rifle. Ducking behind the cover, you made your way to him, sliding two magazines to him, as you had enough for yourself. He took them without question, as he ducked for cover to reload, while you took cover, shooting the guys heading for you two.

After the mission he came knocking on your door, telling you a simple 'thank you'. You later found out that it was a really rare occurrence from Ghost, you didn't mind it one bit.

Fast forward to present days, you two were dating for a few months now. Ghost had a hard time expressing his feelings or even just understanding them, but he made it work nevertheless. He worked on himself no matter how hard for him it was, because his thoughts often consisted of 'She deserves better. Better than me', but instead of cowering, he did work on himself, slowly but surely.

Everything was fine, until work started getting in between. Both of you are a part of TF, so both of you went to missions together. He was higher in ranks than you, and he is a bossy man, so he treated you like any other soldier on the field. You take the order and you do it. That's it.

That's how it works, you understood it, he understood it, but it was still stinging deep down in you, because just a little humanity towards you would not kill anyone, but you held it, you never voiced that out.

During one of the missions, you missed the target by a few centimetres and it did make the mission more challenging for everyone, everyone but the enemy. You got a good yelling after. From Ghost. As your Lieutenant.

After that your relationship started to take hits, you were frustrated with him, he was tense and snapped at you, it was a snowball that kept on growing. Both of you released the frustration during the nights, chasing it because both of you desperately needed comfort from each other, not frustration and snappy sarcasm. It was good during the nights, it all went back to bad during the day. That was a constant cycle of your relationship.

Ghost remained in the room for hours after Price left, flipping his knife and staring into nothing. He understood that it can't continue happening anymore, you understood it too.

December 24th, Christmas Eve, you two broke up after a heated argument. It all started because of a small misunderstanding, and grew into saying words that both of you will regret later.

Missions after that were hell. Watching him, taking orders from him, reporting to him. It all was eating at you from the inside. Looking at him brought you physical pain. The cold bed at nights was biting your skin, as you kept thinking of him laying next to you, his arms wrapped around your body. You didn't need sex, you would just give anything to have him there with you, for one last time. To enjoy his presence, his breath on your skin, his warm body pressed against yours.

A part of you was still angry with him for what he said, another part of you understood that you said the same things to him. You wanted to use work as a safety net, to have something to hold onto when you felt like drowning, but it kept sinking together with you.

You became sloppier, you ditched your part as a sniper, going onto the field with everyone. It was easier to hide sloppy shots in a sea of gunfire, than single shots as a sniper. It was easier to focus on the adrenaline pumping in your veins, than your Lieutenant yelling at you from behind to get back to the cover. It was easier to forget the baggage you carried when you had to fight for your life on the battlefield, leaving him behind.

He wasn't better. He just hid it better.

He was older, he was more experienced, he was the one who went through hell back and forth. Thrice.

He watched you closely, he didn't allow himself any affection. He had to keep his hands clutching his weapons to not caress your cheek when he was standing close to you, and you looked up to him with empty eyes, waiting for an order. He had to hold himself back from going after you and dragging you back into the cover when you recklessly went out in the field, rain of gunfire upon you.

He knew why you did it. He wanted to do the same, but he couldn't.

Next mission was simple. You all have done that many times, infiltrate the enemy warehouse, make it out alive and take what you came there for. Nothing unusual.

"All clear?" Price asked looking around the room.

Multiple agreements sounded across the room, one of them coming from you. Nothing too complicated, almost. You had to work with Ghost. You, him and Soap were going in together. While Price and Gaz would be going in from the other side. Both of the parties would be supported by Shadow Company men, so it wouldn't be only you three, but being in such proximity of him is always a heavy challenge, but you overcame it multiple times, would do it again.

The next day, you put on your gear, tactical vest full of spare magazines, additional pistol and other things you might need on the battlefield. Soap came knocking on your door, and with a last look at your room you took your rifle and join others.

The warehouse was big, that's something you didn't like about these missions. The enemy knows their place better than any of you, and the bigger that place is, the more there are places to hide and attack from.

The silence on your way there was tense, like something was amiss. You didn't pay much attention to that, you always had a bad feeling before the missions, but nothing too bad ever happened.

Price and Gaz were on the other side, ready to go in when you three finished the pre mission talk. Ghost gave out the orders, Soap and you listened, the Shadow Company men listened. Everyone was ready, it was time to act.

On Price's command to Ghost, you all went in. The yelling and gunfire started almost immediately. Everything was going according to plan, it didn't look like the enemy anticipated anything, so it gave you all an advantage.

Clearing room after room you all advanced. You did what you did best, you saw the target - you fired. Target - fire. Target - fire. Ghost was the leading player on the field, he was going first, Soap behind you. It didn't cause any problems, it was the usual tactical arrangement, but you felt the adrenaline pumping in your veins. You moved to the side, taking on more of the enemy men, who were using anything they had near to try and hold your forces back.

The quick and swift movements of all members of the team, made the process quicker and much easier. Ghost was eyeing you from the corner of his eye, not liking you moving out of the line, but he did not have time or quite the opportunity to have fights right now.

Later on, you met with Price's team in the middle of the warehouse, both teams confirming clear on their sides. One of the Shadow Company members held the case you all were after, with everyone going into one of the rooms to discuss and decide on the plan of action. You were following everyone in there, when you noticed movements in the corner of your eye, and snapped your head to the source immediately.

On the second floor of the warehouse was a small hallway, with connected rooms. It did look empty, but you decided to check it out rather than blindly hope you hallucinated.

"I will be back in a minute, start without me." you told Soap in front of you, and moved to the rooms, your rifle in hand.

You were on the last magazine, and you weren't sure how much was left in there. You ran up the stairs, hoping that you won't need to use it at all. The rooms were dimmed, silent. The only sound in the air was the slight buzz of the Shadows downstairs.

You drew your rifle, prepared to fire in case you did not hallucinate the movement in here. Kicking the second door open you found yourself in a completely dark room, all the lights were switched off, you could barely see anything past your rifle and that's when you understood you weren't alone in the room.

The door closed behind you and you immediately turned, but it was too late, you felt something hard slam into the side of your head. You fell to the floor, sharp pain in your head making you involuntarily close your eyes, as you felt dizzy. Trying to figure out where your rifle was, was a hard challenge in such state.

Moments later you heard a loud noise and a sharp pain covered your stomach, making you almost yell out in pain. Your hand felt the butt of your rifle, and you gripped it firing into the darkness all the bullets you had in your magazine, hearing a thud on your right as a body fell next to you. You left the rifle on the floor, trying to focus on the source of the pain in your body, but the throbbing in your head was mixing with the piercing ache in your stomach, making you feel like you were on fire and covered in ice at the same time.

Moments later the door swung open the you saw the familiar silhouette standing in the doorway, his hand on the side, searching for the light switch, other hand drawn with a rifle in it. Soap, Gaz and Price behind Ghost as he finally turned on the light and took in the picture in front of him.

You closed your eyes, the sudden light making you squirm in pain even more.

"Bloody hell," you heard Price's voice.

A pair of hands was tugging off the tactical vest from you, as the other pair of hands tugged your shirt up and you felt them around your wound.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." you heard Simon on your side, as he was checking your wound in frustration and raw anger.

The body next to you was completely forgotten by the men in the room, as Soap held your tactical vest, and Price was reporting the need for medics immediately.

"Ghost. Look." you opened your eyes, still getting used to the lights and the weakness that was slowly taking over you, you saw Soap pointing at the side of your head and Ghost's eyes inspect the wound on the side of your head that made your head throb.

"Fuckin' bastard. Y/N? Can you hear me?" he shook your shoulder with one of his bloody hands. His hand covered in blood. Your blood.

"Yeah, all clear." you managed to whisper because loud noises were indeed hurting your head even more, and talking loudly was costing too much strength.

"Focus on me, darlin', look at me." he would say, without even noticing the name he just used for you. Not that you minded.

"They are coming in 5," Price reported from the doorway, making Ghost shake his head.

"Too long, too fucking long." he muttered to himself, but you still heard him.

A smile made it's way to your lips. He cared about you. He called you darling. Maybe it was still not too late to go back to what you two used to be? Apologise for the words that were said in anger, communicate with each other, offer each other love and support, instead of tension and anger. You two loved each other, you might have never said it out loud, but you did love. Everyone gets a second chance, so why wouldn't you two?

But you felt your eyes close.

"No, Y/N, focus on me. Look at me, don't close your eyes." you felt his hand on your shoulder again. His big, warm hand shaking you a little to make you open your eyes again. But it feels so good in the darkness that is taking over you, it feels so warm and welcoming, why would you open your eyes? You are so good here.

"Fucking hell!" was the last thing you heard, before the darkness took over you, and your plans for second chances.

You can stop reading here if you prefer angst and sad endings. You can continue reading below if you want a happy ending.

What was that sound? That feeling? It wasn't the warm welcoming feeling you felt last, it was a throbbing headache that was making you want to break your own neck just to not feel it anymore.

After getting a little used to the headache and the beeping sound on your right, that was making the headache worse, you slowly opened your eyes and immediately closed them again, too light, too bright.

A second try was more successful, you opened your eyes, looking around the room and coming across a dark brown pair of eyes that were closely watching you.

Ghost. Your face was probably looking like you saw one, because technically you did. The man was sitting in a chair, his mask in his hands, leaving only the balaclava on his head. He was inspecting you with his eyes, while you held his gaze not sure what to say. He did not know what to say too.

A minute, or 2 or 5 or 10 passed, you didn't know, when he suddenly spoke "I thought we- I lost you." he did want to say 'we' and make it not so personal, but you weren't the only one who realised they want a second chance.

"I'm still here, up and running. Or soon to be." your voice was raspy, you had to clear your throat to try and make it sound better but it didn't help.

Simon stood up, coming closer to your bed and taking a water bottle from the bedside table, opening it for you before handing it to you. Taking it from his hand, your fingers brushed, you so damn missed this guy.

You took a few sips and gave it back to him. The silence settled in the room again, but neither of you did mind it. He sat down on the edge of your bed, looking down at his clasped together hands.

"Why did you go there alone? Why did you not warn us?" he asked.

"I told Soap." you said in your defence, looking at him, noticing how the violet under his eyes got a few tones darker. How long has it been?

"You told him you will be back. You did not hold your word." he turned to look at you, his eyes inspecting your face.

"I saw movement, I acted. Could've spooked the guy if we all went there." you offered.

"As if you didn't spook him enough." he would shake his head "Don't do that again. You see something, you report it, we deal with it together." he said in a firm voice.

"Now talk to me as Simon, not my Lieutenant." he paused, looking at you, then leaning a little closer.

"Don't fucking ever do that again, Y/N, don't even think about it. You hear me? I don't know what I would've done there if you died there on me." he said, but his eyes softened, he knew you did what you had to, but he wished you did it a different way.

"I won't, Simon. I promise." you said, your hand involuntarily raising to touch him, just to slightly touch him, but you paused mid air. You were broken up, you couldn't do that.

He caught your hand before you lowered it back to the bed. He raised it and put in on his cheek, the feeling of his balaclava fabric so familiar to your skin.

"Simon.." you said, ready to protest and remind him that you weren't a couple anymore.

"No, Y/N, we made mistakes, we fucked up. I did, you did. We did it once, we can do it all over again, the right way." he would say, and tug off his balaclava, still holding your hand in his. "These were the worst 3 days of my life, Y/N. I don't want to waste any more damn time."

Second chances do happen, and you were so damn happy you got to have it with him all over again.

authors note: HELLO!! yes after such a long time (3 months) look who is finally back! University is killing me slowly, but I found time to write something. Hope you like it! Enjoy :)

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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Can you do one about being Ghost’s sister and he’s super protective of you🥸

Little Sis

Simon "Ghost" Riley and fem!Reader

Reader is Ghost's sister, no romantic relationship

Warning: Most of the background is taken from Simon's background and history with years being changed a little to fit another character in.

cw: domestic abuse, alcoholism, drugs, injury, cod violence, swearing

word count: 3,1k

situation: You lost your brother at young age, him leaving for the military and leaving you to your far from perfect family, you followed in his steps, joining the military and finding something you were searching for..

Thinking about Ghost, you’d assume that man would be prepared for anything that might come at him, thinking of several steps at the same time, very attentive and observant, but nothing could've prepared him for his little sister joining the military and then special forces.

You were Y/N Riley and you loved to annoy your brother. You were a kid when the drama in your family played out and Simon left for the military, and because of that you haven't seen him for a few years. After that you decided to take matters into your own hands and find him, contact him, he was your brother and you wanted to stay in contact.

You had to leave home behind, because it was getting unbearable to live in these conditions. Your father liked his alcohol more than any of his children or his wife, your other older brother was addicted to drugs, stealing money from your mother to buy himself some more. You had nowhere to go and no one to turn to, apart from Simon, whom you weren't in contact with.

You tried everything to help your second brother, you made him stay at home, tried sobering him up every time he got high, you tried to protect your mother from your father but you always were unsuccessful, as your father was quite a big man, leaving you with bruises instead of your mother. That was a way to save her, you thought, so you didn't mind the pain in your ribs and your cut lip as long as your mother was alright.

You hated the fact that you can’t put your father back into his place, and teach him a life lesson. You worked out in your small, as much as it was possible in such a small space, but it didn't give you much.

One night, after another bruise from your father appeared on your skin, your mother slipped into your room, finding you not sleeping.

“You should leave, Y/N, darling.” she said to you, sitting down on your bed and cutting straight to the point. “You won't be safe here and I can't do anything to protect you and your brother.”

Obviously you disagreed, who would leave your family behind when this was happening? You didn't want to think what can happen when you leave, but your mother spent hours sitting down with you, holding you close and promising you that she will be alright, while you need to go out there and find a better life.

It took you a day to decide where you will go after you leave, but it took much longer to decide when you will leave. It was the hardest decision you've made in your life, at least you thought so for now.

You were always interested in that, and having your brother there just added your interest. You looked over the old papers that started to lose colour, phone numbers and address written on it. You made sure to take these with you, when leaving home. You didn't take many things with you, as you went to enlist yourself in the military.

Your years of service came to an end, and by that time you were a completely different person. You were physically trained and morally you now were quite alike with Simon, who you still haven't heard from, your tries to find him were unsuccessful, and at one point you gave up.

You came back home to see that nothing has changed, your father was still in love with his alcohol and your brother was still buying drugs. This time, you were able to put an end to that. You didn't think twice before kicking your father out of the house, your mother tried to weakly protest at first but she was happy to finally be able to breathe again. You stayed home for months, helping your brother with his addiction, making sure he wouldn't be able to look at or think of drugs ever again. He then later met a woman and married her, they had a child together and now you had a beautiful nephew.

Life at home got better, your mother started smiling again. Your father tried to come back a few times but every time he was met with you and your unyielding attitude, he hasn't come back since. You grew to love your home and newly established dynamics, the only thing you've been missing is Simon. You remembered him and he was always a good brother to you, he told you to be better than him when he left, he told you to fight and make a good change in the world, something he thought he wasn't capable of.

So now, when you were back home from your service, you thought you accomplished that, you held your promise to him, even if it was to a small extent of your family, you've made their lives better.

Your time at home came to a soon stop, as you were called back for a mission. It left you in confusion as you thought that your time was over, but you still packed your bag and after promising your mother to come back, you left home again.

Back at the base, you were met with your commander and an unfamiliar man next to him. You took in your surroundings and noticed the quiet whispers around, not a good sign.

“This is Captain Price, Corporal Riley.” your commander nodded to the man next to him as he was watching you closely which you found strange.

“Sir.” you greeted him, holding your stance.

“Could we talk in private, Commander?” The man spoke and after receiving a nod turned back to you.

When the doors closed behind your Commander, silence fell over the room. You were looking at Price, who took out a bunch of letters from his vest. Your eyes widened a little when you recognised the envelopes, you didn't need to see them up close to understand that these are yours and were sent to your brother in your attempts to contact him.

“I assume you know what these are, Y/N.” he spoke, putting the letters on the table next to him. “Simon hasn't received them, so I thought I'd return them.”

Your eyes slid back to the man, as you processed the information you just received.

“You know him?” you asked, all official protocols going out of your head in the moment.

“I do.” was all he said.

“Why didn't you give them to him?” thoughts were racing in your head, what was this man playing at?

“Because he has enough on his shoulders to put his past on top. I don't know you, he has never talked of you, but he is not the Simon you once knew, and I advise you to think again, do you want to know him or not.”

“I do. Whoever he is, he is my brother, that won't change.” you answered rather too quickly, the man observing you in silence.

“Very well. Why did you leave the service? Your promotion to Sergeant was waiting for you.” he asked, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Family. There were matters, I left.” you said, holding his gaze, “I am officially still in the ranks, just on a temporary break.”

A nod was all he gave you, before eyeing your letters in a pressing silence. You watched him and saw the heavy thinking process the man was going through, you didn't know why he was suddenly questioning you about it all and why it matters to him. He is a Captain, and from his words he knows your brother, but what does he want?

“As you were told, you are called back for a mission. There is a weapon crisis and we have a threat to the whole world on our hands. Task Force 141 is going to take care of it, and you are coming with us.” he said, not giving you a choice, that was an order and you nodded.

“Yes, Sir. Can I ask, why me?” you looked at him in a question.

“No, Corporal, you can't.”

You left during the same day, sharing a vehicle with Price and one more soldier you didn't know the name of. During your several hour drive, you watched trees outside the window, your thoughts racing, hope that Simon would be there was a growing seed deep in your chest. It was stupid, you thought, the man jusg said that he knows him, not that they work together or that they have seen each other even.

When you arrived at the base, Price gave you a long look and gestured for you to go after him, which you did. Going through the halls of a base, you were taking in your surroundings, people around didn't pay you any attention which was a good sign for you. You stopped behind Price, who stopped at the two sliding doors. You were about to ask what happened, when he opened the doors and walked inside, you went after him.

“May I present to you, our newest addition to the Force, Y/N.” You looked at the men in the meeting room you were in, three pairs of eyes staring at you. The guy with a mohawk snapped out of it first, shaking your hand “Soap.” he said as you nodded to him. “Gaz” the guy on the left side walked over to you and shook your hand too. You turned to the third guy, who was wearing a skull mask and basically drilling you with his intense stare. You stared back at him, the seed of hope tugging on your chest as you recognised those eyes, even under a skull mask, the so familiar brown eyes were staring at you from across the room. You had to hold yourself back to not clasp your hand over your mouth, as you were finally staring at your brother, Simon. His eyes slid from you to Price, his gaze not softening, as it promised to have a word with the man later.

“He doesn't talk much, but that's Ghost, scary guy, be careful.” Soap said on your side, him and Gaz hiding little smirks.

“Right.” you squeezed out of yourself, Simon’s eyes meeting yours again.

“I won't torture you all today, but tomorrow at 9 in the morning I'm waiting for everyone here.” Price said, dismissing the whole group and leaving the room.

“So, Y/N, where did you come from? Price didn't say anything about his secret addition.” Soap leaned on the table, giving you a sweet smile.

“He called me back from my temporary leave. I don't know much about it myself.” your eyes involuntarily slid back to Simon, who was still staring at you, clenching his gloved fist, which you knew wasn't a good sign.

“Right, and why did you join the military?” Gaz asked you, keeping the interrogation going.

“To make a good change in the world.” you said, eyeing Gaz and seeing a slight change in Simon’ posture as you went on. “Sorry guys, nice to chat with you, but I need to do a few things, see you all later.” and left the meeting room. You made your way outside, needing fresh air after the whole encounter. You couldn't believe it, he was there, alive and well, and now you had to work with him. After so many years of silence, you reunited with your brother.

When you walked into the darkness of the evening, making your way a bit further away from the building of the base, kicking a small stone with your boot, you felt a hand on your shoulder and your fight instinct kicked in, turning and grabbing the arm of the supposed attacker, twisting it behind his back, at least you tried to do so, he predicted that and was quicker, grabbing your arm instead and shoving you to the nearest tree.

You looked up seeing the familiar brown eyes and a skull mask. You breathed out, happy that it wasn't an actual attacker.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he grunted. That wasn't a warm welcome you might've expected from your long lost brother.

“Shouldn't it be me asking you that, Simon?” was he going to be an ass to you?

“Why the fuck did you enlist, Y/N? You were supposed to be safe, back at home.” he said.

“But it wasn't safe. Our father was practising his punches on our mother, someone had to protect her. Our brother got addicted to fucking drugs, you think it was safe at home? Our mother begged me to leave and find a better life somewhere, I went to the military and finally kicked out that excuse of a father out of our home, Tommy now has a family and is living a healthy life. Who if not you knows about how fucking awful our father was, Simon.” you breathed it all out in one go, your temper rising a little, as he was towering over you and listening. “You left and it was me who had to take care of them, and after that Captain pulled me out of home to join you all on a mission. If you want to be an ass, feel free to, but I'm not your little sister who plays with dolls and dresses up in pink anymore.”

He looked you over and then nodded, he didn't have anything to counter your words, you had the right in that conversation. He was silent and then stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you, both of you needed that more than any of you were admitting. You rested your head on his chest, as he had his head on top of yours. The silence around you two wasn't pressing on you anymore, it was comfortable.

“Why the mask, Simon?” you asked into his chest, but he heard you.

“They don't need to know what comes after them.”

“Big, bad, scary Simon, I expected no less.” you said as he released you from his arms, taking a step back, looking down at you.

“We need to keep our relation a secret, Y/N, they don't know anything about me and I’d prefer if they didn't know much more about you. You can never know who will betray you in the end.” he said and you gave him a nod, you expected that and you were more than happy to just work with him, you could keep the details a secret.

He then showed you the room you were supposed to stay in at the base, where you were now laying on the bed, not able to fall asleep. So much happened lately, you were called in, had to leave home, met Price and his whole Task Force, you finally reunited with your brother. You laid in bed and thought about everything times and times, until your eyes grew heavy and you drifted away to sleep.

The next day you were in the meeting room before anyone else, was it fear to fail during the first day? Maybe, but you preferred to be early than to be late. You looked up as the doors opened and Simon appeared, giving you a slight nod of his head in greeting, which you returned. Not so long after Soap and Gaz went in, eyeing you two suspiciously, but not stopping their banter and laughing. Price entered shortly after them, starting your meeting.

You made plans and first steps of investigating enemy forces and units, to find out what you were going against.

“We need to send someone in, go in, observe, don't get caught and get back.” Price said, looking over at soldiers in front of him.

“I can go, I've done that before.” you said, raising your hand a little, everyone's attention turning to you. Soap whistled and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Tell us more about your spy adventures, Y/N.” he asked, leaning his chin on his palm.

“MacTavish.” Simon’s voice thundered from across the table, making Soap shrug.

“We need to know more, to understand if she is fit for the task.” he glanced at Ghost.

“I had to infiltrate a military base, stealing the uniform from a storage room, they didn't question me or pay me any mind, so I got to the control room and got the intel we needed.” you said, looking at Soap.

“That's right, we could work with that.” Price nodded, not against the idea of sending you in to infiltrate.

“Price. Don't.” Ghost looked at the Captain in front of him, who met his eyes with understanding.

Soap and Gaz exchanged glances, seeing Ghost’s behaviour that wasn't what he usually acted like.

“Let's develop a plan first, then decide who is better to execute.” Price offered a half compromise, and all of you went back to work.

After the meeting, when Price and Gaz left, you stayed in the room to get to know the plans of the building a little more. Ghost was busy with some papers on the other side of the room and Soap decided to use the moment.

“Listen, Y/N, what do you think of helping me with one little thing, before we get sucked into the action, eh?” he leaned on the table next to you.

“And what is that little thing supposed to be?” you asked, amused.

“Eh, just a small favour, drinking alone is considered alcoholism, so I thought why don't you go with me to have a few drinks?” he said, and you had to hold back a small chuckle, seeing Simon eyeing you two from his side of the room.

“Sure, if you insist. When?” you asked him, setting down your papers and turning to Soap.

“Tomorrow evening?” he shrugged.

“We have training tomorrow evening.” Ghost’s voice came from the side, and both of you turned to him.

“Why would we have training tomorrow evening? We have one today.” Soap raised an eyebrow at the man.

“Don’t ask me, how would I know?” Ghost looked back at the papers in front of him, acting too casual.

“Right, well, that's a shame then, maybe next time?” Soap gave you an apologetic smile and after you reassured him that you will have drinks after the mission, he left the room.

“Simon. Don't start now.” you jokingly pointed a finger at him and he gave you a side glance.

“Have to keep you safe from the bad guys.” he said, setting down the papers and turning to you.

“Is he a bad guy?”

“No, but he fucks everything that moves.”

You laughed and moved to the exit of the room, thinking to yourself that you finally had your brother back.

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MASTERLIST

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

A Night in the Bar (light Fluff)

He is There (almost Hurt/Comfort, emotional hurt)

Alone Again (heavy Angst, read warnings)

Find my Comfort in You (Hurt/Comfort, good end)

You can't escape your past (He takes care of you)

A second chance (Angsty, happy end)

Little Sis (Heavy topics, ends well, read warnings)

& several more in progress right now.

Phillip "Shadow-1" Graves:

Shadow-1 goes dark (chapter 1, xOC, long, ongoing)

Sober Thoughts - Drunk Words (fluff)

Dating Phillip Graves (headcanons)

Chemicals in the Air (fluff, teasing, violence)

& several more in progress right now.

#call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #simon riley #phillip graves #mw2 2022 #cod mwii #cod mobile #phillip graves x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon riley fic #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #phillip graves fic #phillip graves mw2 #phillip graves x you #phillip graves imagine

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Hiya!! Could I request an angsty one with ghost in which reader is in team 141 and gets shot and is dying and ghost confesses his feelings and shows his face to her? Can be open ending if u want!!

A second chance

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

cw: blood, death, angst, violence, swearing

word count: 2k

situation: He lost you, losing everything what was left of him with you. Does life allow second chances with Death?

“Behind!”

Was the last word you've heard before the sharp pain hit your upper body, shoving you on your knees and on the ground. The adrenaline in your blood was at the highest point, so focusing on your rifle, you rolled onto your back and shot the man behind you, who was approaching you, not expecting you to move or open fire.

He dropped on the ground, blood pooling on the ground and soaking the floor around him. You shoved your rifle to the side, your breathing getting heavier as the blood poured from you, your clothes getting drenched in dark liquid, as you tried to pull off your gear vest.

You struggled because it was heavy and every movement caused a shot of pain sharper and sharper each time. You gritted your teeth and tried to shove the vest off you, when a pair of hands grabbed the vest and tugged it off you, throwing it to the side. You went for your knife, but the man appeared in front of you, dropping to his knees by your side and you relaxed your hand, seeing Ghost in front of you.

“Don't move. Medics are on their way. The bloody bastard hid in the control room. Last man standing.” Ghost undid your jacket and pulled your shirt up to check the severity of the wound. His eyes scanned your body as he muttered a low “Shit.”

“Leave it, Ghost, it's fine.” you started but the voice on the radio cut you off.

“Ghost? Y/N? What's your status?” Price sounded concerned, you couldn't make it to the meeting point for obvious reasons, and Ghost chose to stay with you.

“Y/N’s hit. Medics on their way. Hangar’s clear.” Ghost pressed the button on the radio, replying to Price, as his eyes were glued to you.

“Shit. Hold tight, we are coming. Out.”

You closed your eyes. Adrenaline was quickly wearing off, the pain taking a hold of your body as you were growing more and more tired to fight it.

“Y/N. Y/N, open your eyes. Don’t pull that shit on me. Don't you dare.” Simon’s voice was filled with anger and concern as he pressed one of his hands to your cheek, turning your head to face him.

You opened your eyes, the movement costing you a lot of energy. You tried to give him a little smile but it looked more like a grimace, considering his eyes changed. His face was covered by his skull mask, but you still saw the emotions in his eyes, and right now he looked as vulnerable as he ever had.

“Don’t you dare die on me, Y/N. I will kill you myself if you do.” he said.

“I don't want you to see me like this. Remember me like this..” you whispered, the edges of your vision starting to blur.

His eyes slightly widened as he tugged off his mask in one quick motion, clutching it in his hand. You didn't know if you were hallucinating with your blood loss being this severe, or you were seeing the real Simon, who was looking at you with a face full of concern and worry, unleashed fury and anger. He was mad at himself for not being in your place, he hated himself for not getting there fast enough, he hated himself for not taking the shot from his position he was at, worrying the bullet would catch you instead.

He didn't notice the moment when he started to worry about you this much. He always cared about you as a soldier on his team, as your Lieutenant he cared about all members of his team including you. One day the switch just flipped and it grew into something bigger, something more personal, something more important. He couldn't control that, he tried but never managed to succeed with that. That's why right now, seeing life seeping out of you together with every drop of blood you were leaving on the cold hangar floor, his heart was threatening to jump out of his ribcage and jump after you into the afterlife.

“You are beautiful..” you whispered, looking at his face for the first time. You’ve never seen him before, the real him, without the mask. The scar on his eyebrow, the cheekbones, his lips, his eyes that were as beautiful as they were under his mask. You would raise your hand and bring it up to his face, if your fingers weren't feeling so cold and were unable to move.

His never eyes left yours as he watched you lose your strength. He would never accept your death, not until you were laying dead in front of him and there was nothing that could've been done about that. He didn't want to process what this implies, he didn't think as the words slipped his lips before he decided to stop himself and live with the weight of the unsaid words.

“I.. I wish we had more time, Y/N. I care about you. More than you possibly think I do. And I fucked up. I failed you. Shit, I would gladly lay myself down here forever if that meant you are going to make it, if that meant you were gonna go home today.” he ran a hand through his hair, swallowing hard, as he had to rip the words out of him one by one. “Shit. Fucking shit! I love you. Here. I said it. You never knew the effect you had on me, I felt fucking human just from watching you laugh. I didn't have nightmares for the first time for the past 25 fucking years when you fell asleep next to me back at the safehouse.”

“I'm sorry I failed you, Y/N, you are taking the last bits and pieces left of me with you the moment you close your eyes, so don’t you dare die on me.”

You watched him, focusing your whole body strength to just listen to him. You’ve never heard him speak so much and definitely not with the mask on, wearing all of his emotions on his sleeve as he vented himself whole to you.

He was still putting pressure on the wound, the bullet going through you. You heard the noises in the background, probably more people coming, but it all felt so far away, so distant, so cold. You heard Ghost yelling your name, as you kept looking at him, studying him, remembering him, as the darkness took over you.

“No, fuck, Y/N.” he gently pressed on your cheek, trying to make you react in any way, as he saw your eyes unfocus on him and lose their focus forever.

His head fell, processing what happened, the realisation of the loss of you creeping into his mind. The medics taking over you right after, he didn't even notice their arrival or the glances they threw at him, seeing him without the mask for the first time, as it was laying on the ground completely forgotten by him.

“Ghost!” He heard a familiar voice with a Scottish accent call his name out but he didn't react, his eyes were frozen on your body being carried away by hurried medics who were trying their best to yank you back out of the darkness consuming you.

He felt a hand on his shoulder as two people approached him, Soap and Price looking at the Lieutenant kneeling in a pool of blood on the ground, his mask getting soaked in your blood.

“Fuck!” he abruptly stood up and groaned in fury, moving away from the hand of Soap that was on his shoulder, turning his back to the two men.

“She’s gone.” he haid, covering his mouth with his hand, processing what he just said. “She is fucking gone! And it's because of me!” he practically yelled, his voice getting huskier from the anger, the anger he felt, at himself, at the world, at the two men behind him, at you, at the man who shot you, he was being consumed in his emotions and his anger didn't know any limits when unleashed and currently he didn't care if he burned the whole country to the ground because of it.

Days passed, as he felt himself fall back into his automatic self he barely got out last time. Eat, train, kill, maybe eat, lay down and not be able to sleep, getting up and training again. Again, again and again.

He now spoke only in commands and threats, only to the enemies. He barely spoke to his teammates and colleagues, closing himself away from everyone. He didn't want to visit the hospital wing, afraid of what he was to see there, he saw enough to last him for eternity of nightmares as if he was ever falling asleep again.

One thing burning his skin was your dog tag. It always felt too cold in his pocket, whenever he reached for it, he never was prepared for how cold it was. The cold metal with your info was the last thing he had left from you, apart from his feelings for you and his thoughts, that sometimes wondered all the possible what if’s.

“Simon!” Price barged into the range building, as Ghost was firing another magazine into the wooden targets. He finished shooting, making Price want to cover his ears from the pressuring loud sound.

“Simon, bloody hell!” Price approached the man. “Come with me, right now, and that's an order.”

The light was too bright, or was it? Everything was pressing on you, as you slowly opened your eyes, closing them again. You tried to move and after that sent a whole wave of pain through your body you decided that it was yet too early for that. Opening your eyes again, you saw white walls and a beeping machine on your right side.

Right, you’ve been shot. You glanced down, feeling the bandages wrapped around your body as it ached. Your eyes slid around the room. Empty. The pang of disappointment in your chest sent a wave of confusion to you. Ghost’ last words to you playing on repeat in your head. How much you wanted to touch him, to tell him it would be alright, he would be alright and how much your body was not allowing you to move or speak.

The door opened and when you turned your gaze to the other side, you saw the man you just thought about standing in the doorway with smiling Price behind him, as he closed the door behind Simon. You both stared at each other, silence taking over the room, with only a soft beeping of the machine destroying it. Your heart rate picked up, and his eyes slid from you to the monitor.

“I will kill them all.” was what he grumbled, how could they not inform him of all the possibilities of you surviving and that you were kept not in a morgue but a hospital room after probably several operations.

Slowly, he made his way to your bed, looking at you like he was seeing a ghost. You gave him a small smile, as much as it was possible to smile in your condition. He leaned a little closer to you, and you decided to put your strength into your hand as you brought it up to his cheek, gently touching it, just like you wanted to.

He stiffened at the touch at first, but then you felt his muscles relax. He glanced at your hand and then tugged off his skulled balaclava, setting it down on the bedside table. Your hand touched his skin and you felt the slight stubble covering his jaw, running your fingers along it.

“I owe you something.” you whispered, his gaze flickering with concern and a little confusion as he watched you, sitting down on the side of your bed.

“I love you too, Simon Riley.”

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Could you write something for Graves, reader gives off major black widow vibes and has worked with shadow company multiple times in the past and now she has a mission with them again. Some fluff or angst i dont mind but they definitely have a flirtatious relationship and a lot of mutual attraction.

If you can that would be amazing!!

Chemicals in the Air

Phillip "Shadow-1" Graves x fem!Reader

cw: blood, violence, guns, swearing, fluff (for once)

word count: 3k

situation: You and Graves were an iconic duo, so now you had one of the many missions you had together, and even in a bad situation his humour never falters..

A/N: I am not sure I portrayed the major black widow vibes for the reader, but the reader is definitely cool as hell in hand to hand combat.. Hopefully that is included in black widow vibes, sorry if this is not what you wanted/expected!

You made your way towards the automatic sliding doors, and brought your keycard up to the reader, but before you swiped it the doors opened by themselves. The already familiar room greeting you, with a familiar face inside.

You raised an eyebrow with a little smile, seeing Phillip Graves sitting in the chair at the end of the table watching you with a small smile of his own. You lowered your hand and made your way inside the room, the doors sliding closed behind you.

“Missed me that much, eh?” you sat down on the other side of the table, facing the man who was leaning back in his office chair, watching you. You knew it was him who opened the door right before you did it yourself. He must've watched the cameras, watching you approach, you knew he couldn't have heard you. Even in your combat boots you moved with grace and stealth, not giving away your position with walking sounds.

“How could I not? I missed wipin’ the drool off my Shadows’ faces.” his lips turned up into a smirk on his face as he sent a file sliding on the table into your hands.

“Ay, no need to boost my ego this much, Graves, we both know you were drooling yourself watching me walk here.” you said, opening the file and skimming through the text written on the pages.

You’ve worked with Graves and Shadow Company several times and both of you grew to like the dynamics between you. Making jokes, flirting and sometimes picking on each other to keep the air burning between you two.

When he invited you to join the mission with him for the first time, he never knew you personally or ever met you before. He knew your achievements records, he saw your mission reports and knew that he needed a soldier like you working with him.

You didn't know what to expect from him when you first got the invitation, but Shadow Company’ name was well respected. Many of your fellow soldiers would want to join the ranks of Shadows or be invited to join the Shadow Company on missions, so you decided to not waste the chance and give this opportunity a try.

You and Graves quickly found yourself in comfortable communication and after the first mission, that was successful and you even managed to finish it ahead of time, a number of other tasks and missions followed which you happily did together with Graves and his Shadows.

“This time everything is serious. They are manufacturing and shipping potential biological weapons. The base is too big to be ambushed with no potential consequences, we will have to separate and go in from different ends and meet in the middle.” his tone got typically serious as he explained the situation, watching you furrow your eyebrows a little at the words.

“Let me guess, Botulinum toxin?” you asked, keeping your eyes on the text and the picture of the base, that was clipped at the top of the file.

“Bingo. A gram kills a few million people if inhaled.” Phillip answered, keeping his hands together on the table.

“Lazy bastards, no creativity whatsoever, always choose the easiest one to make.” you closed the file and sent it sliding back across the table to land at Graves’ hands. “When are we moving?”

“Two days, while we develop a flawless plan and deliver the gas masks for the whole battalion, we can't possibly risk going in without them. If we fail, no one is coming back home.” he concluded, his hand going through his blond hair.

“Then let's do our worst.” you said, standing up from the table, the gesture he mirrored.

“Perhaps you wanted to say our best.” he raised an eyebrow, the familiar little smirk returning to his face.

“Nah, Commander, I meant our worst.” you returned the smirk and with a glance over your shoulder at him you left the office.

Two days flew by too quickly, you stayed at the Shadow Company’ base, like you always did before the missions while the planning and preparations were taking place. You prepared your rifle and pistol, stuffing the knives into the relative pockets on your thighs and vest. You made sure to check your gas mask several times for any signs of malfunctions or defects, it's better to find them before the mission and not when you are in the building exposed to the toxins.

You and Graves were leading two groups of soldiers, you and your group entering from the main entrance, while Graves and his group would infiltrate from the back. The plan was to wipe the building clean, as cruel as it sounds, the building was filled with organised crime gang members, there weren't any scientists left who developed the materials and chemicals for the biological weapon currently being stored there.

Both of you knew the importance of the mission that was in front of you. It would have been handled by the military and special forces, but the rules of engagement were different and the risk was too high, so the high standing commanders didn't want to risk their soldiers, sending the PMCs and you in there.

“So are we clear, Shadows?” Graves’ voice sounded in the silent angar where almost 2 hundred of Shadows were gathered all together and were listening to the last words before the mission from their Commander. Loads of “Yup-yup” sounded throughout the air and Graves gave them a satisfied nod, glancing at you, who stood by his side in front of everyone.

After the meeting, all of you made the final checks and went for the lined up vehicles to take you to the base. You and Graves stood in between two cars, the base was big so halfway there you’d have to take different directions to your entrances to start the infiltration plan.

“So Y/N, you are leaving me again, eh?” he smiled at you.

“You wish I did, I'll be on your radio in 30 after we leave.” you joked, putting your helmet on and struggling with the clip.

“Come here.” Graves stepped closer and leaned to you, clipping the helmet straps under your chin. “What's next? Changing your magazines and then brushing your teeth?”

You gave him a slight shove on the shoulder “Considering your age, I will have to walk you back and forth to the bathroom when your back gives out.”

“Looking forward to it, Y/N.” he laughed and then genuinely smiled at you and instantly recognised that look on his face.

“No, don’t you dare start that now.” you pointed a finger at him with a pointed look “I will meet you in the middle of the base and then back at your HQ.”

“You better do, because if you decide to die on me, I will bring you back to kill you myself.” he said, shoving your finger away gently.

“Don't worry, you aren't getting rid of me so easily.” you gave him a small raise of the eyebrow and made your way into the car, alongside two other Shadows.

The road to the base took all of you quite a long time, your muscles starting to ache from sitting in the same position for too long. You've heard through the radio Phillip answering some of the questions of his Shadows, rolling your eyes once when the man got too cocky.

When you finally made it to the nearest to the base woods, exiting the vehicles and making your way closer to it on foot, constantly on alert, scanning the perimeter in front of you.

You stopped, looking at the base territory through binoculars offered to you by one of the Shadows with you, noting the outside guards.

“3 on the left side, 2 on top of the entrance and 3 patrolling the right side.” you stated, receiving several quick nods from the soldiers with you.

You gave the binoculars back, taking the sniper rifle from the hands of the Shadow on your left, two other Shadows lowered themselves down on the ground, looking at the base through the scopes. You did the same, laying down, knowing that others were currently watching your three’s back and sides to eliminate the threats which might arise in close proximity.

“Starting with the trio on the left, shooting the way we are positioned. I take the guy on the left, Shadow 2-1 take the middle and 2-5 take the guy on the right. 3..2..1.” you commanded and 3 almost synced and silenced shots were heard in the air, as the three guards fell to the ground. You repeated that with the two on top of the entrance and three patrolling the right side.

“Good job, now we advance before they get notified.” you stood up and advanced towards the base with the Shadows following closely behind you.

Moving to the breaching position at the front, you found the door unlocked, which wasn't uncommon but in a place of such secrecy like this, it was a mixed signal. You silently gestured to the front guys to open the doors and for others to proceed with you in front.

After several nods, you exhaled and put down your gas mask, in case anything was in the air or was about to get in there when they notice your arrival.

You got through the door and gunfire started immediately. Shots were being fired from at least 4 places in the big hall, as you ducked for cover, peeking from behind a large stack of wooden boxes with your M4 in front of you, returning the enemy fire.

Slowly but surely you were advancing through the hall, notifying Graves of your position. He and his group successfully entered the base approximately at the same time as you, causing much less noise considering their entry point. It was now a matter of time for you to meet in the middle.

Advancing through the base was a challenge, the air was foggy and you didn't know if it was from the smoke bombs or something else was in the air, something that would burn your lungs from the inside in matter of seconds, leaving you breathless forever.

As you advanced it was getting bloodier, messier and dirtier. The enemies were sometimes appearing in close distance out of nowhere, appearing from the smoke and trying to challenge you in hand to hand combat, with you easily dealing with them, losing a few of your knives in their necks on the way.

“Y/N, Shadow 2, check your fire we are closing on the meeting point, silent on our side.” you heard Grave’s voice on the radio and quickly pressed the button to answer “Roger.” to him, but the sight in front of you left your finger frozen on the button, as you eyed an army of at least 100 armed men filling the storage room.

Coming back to your senses at the loud noises of gunfire, you dropped on the floor sliding a few metres on your knees towards the closest column, that was perfectly covering you.

“Shadow 1, advance towards us, they are all here.” you almost yelled into the radio, peeking from the column and immediately being met with a rain of bullets on it. You managed to kill several men before you had to duck back to reload, you didn't hear Grave’s answer or if he answered at all, the men were advancing towards you and it was a bad sign.

Your numbers were plummeting, while it looked like theirs stayed the same if now grew bigger. It was no surprise that Graves’ side was silent, everyone was there to meet your group, probably not expecting a second one from the back which would hopefully pay them a good lesson if Graves ever came.

A man appeared right in front of you, swinging at you with the butt of his rifle. He had the element of surprise so you didn't react as quickly as you would've if you knew he was there, but you grabbed his hand yanking him towards the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist pinning him to the ground and putting your M4 under his neck, roughly pulling it back to break it. A few seconds later the man was laying on the ground limp.

You swore under your breath as you kept firing rounds at the enemy men advancing towards your positions. You reached for another magazine in your vest as you felt that all the other magazine pockets on your vest were empty. Swearing some more, you took the last magazine, reloading and keeping active fire on the enemies.

As you suspected, one magazine wasn't enough to keep you fighting for too long. Shoving the empty rifle to your side, to let it just hang and not bother you, you took the pistol out of the vest and kept firing.

That won you some time, as you looked over the Shadows, whose magazines were almost empty just as yours. Praying for Graves’ fast arrival, you emptied your pistol into the enemies. The last weapon you had was your long bladed knife, which you were now gripping in your hand, pressing the radio button with your other hand.

“Shadows, we keep fighting. Take your knives, nails, teeth, I don't care. We do not step back and keep going forward. Let's do this.” you glanced around, catching a few head nods and nodded to yourself.

There weren't many enemy men left, but they had the weapon advantage, definitely having enough bullets left. You peeked out of your column and saw a man heading towards you with a greasy smile on his face and his knife in hand. You exhaled and stepped out of the cover, swinging the knife at him, the man managed to dodge it, aiming for your neck with his own knife now. You quickly caught his wrist, tightly squeezing it to make him drop the knife, while he tried to attack you with his free hand.

Your hand to hand combat was supported by the fighting noises on all of your sides, with Shadows attacking enemy men with knives and gloved hands. The man was skilled in combat, there was no doubt about it, as he dodged your attempts to stab him and almost succeeded in stabbing you with his knife.

You finally succeeded in stabbing your knife deep into his neck, the man falling limp on the ground, and before you managed to catch your breath another jumped on you from behind, trying to make you lose balance and fall to the floor. You shifted your weight and grabbing the mans arm with both of your hands, and bent forwards, sending the man flying from behind of you, to the ground in front of you, bending his arm to an unnatural angle and then lowering to your knees and snapping his neck. As you were wiping the sweat off your forehead you felt rough hands grip your shoulder and before you managed to react and send the man flying the same way you just did with his colleague, you felt the cold blade of the knife under your throat.

The smoke was slowly settling down, so most of the room was still hardly visible, and the enemy knew the base better than all of you all together, allowing them to use it as cover and use that to their advantage, like for example right now. The man dragged you back a little, so no one of the Shadows could come up to him from the side or from behind, as his back almost hit the wall, with you on your knees at his feet.

“You killed all my men, you will pay for your crimes!” the man holding you said, as he pressed the knife a little more into your neck. “You have the last chance to get the hell out of here or your girl will bleed out in front of you!”

The heavy silence settled in the angar, as the Shadows didn't dare move, knowing that the man was more than capable of going further with what he just threatened to do.

“Leave my grounds, you fools! You have 10 seconds or I’m gonna show you the difference between real men and private empty headed dogs! I will slice her throat open for you all to see.” the knife was being pressed into your throat stronger, and you felt a few drops of blood run down your neck as you swallowed.

“One..” the man said but was abruptly cut off, his weight suddenly falling on top of you, pressing you to the ground, his blood dirtying your clothes. You immediately pushed him off, with several Shadows rushing to your side to help you.

You pressed a hand to your throat the cold feeling of the knife still burning your skin, as you saw familiar boots in your view and looked up, seeing Graves staring down at you and then pressing the button on his radio.

“Bastard stole my line, I couldn't forgive him that.” he said and offered you a hand to stand up.

You ignored it, rolling your eyes and standing up yourself, pressing the button on the radio “I’d say thank you, but it took you long enough. Did your back give out on the way here?”

You saw the crinkles around his eyes appear, indicating that the commander was smiling under his gas mask “Yeah, something like that, I just didn't really want to come.”

You gave him a light shove on the shoulder and both of you lead your teams out of the building, to let the professionals handle the biological weapon inside, now that the base was clear.

#call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #phillip graves #mw2 2022 #cod mwii #shadow company #phillip graves fic #phillip graves mw2 #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves imagine #cod mobile #simon riley #john soap mactavish

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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Yooo do you write for male readers or gender neutral? I've never sent a request before but i might have to 👁👁

hey, I've never written for a male reader before so if I do indeed write it, I'm afraid many things could be inaccurate or wrong. I could try but the quality of the writing could suffer from that, so be aware!

about gender neutral - yes i do that, there shouldn't be a problem with that :)

#ace writes

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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(Y/N) and Graves dancing Macarena:

Price, entering the room: What the fuck is wrong with these two..

Ghost: Don't ask.

Soap, joining in: Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena, ay!

Price: I'm out.

#call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #simon riley #john soap mactavish #phillip graves #mw2 2022 #cod mwii #cod mobile #shadow company #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #john price

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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please fill my inbox with your requests, i have only 2 and i'm already almost done with them, i need more inspiration and motivation to write

so taking any requests, send everything you all been thinking about !!

(reader with graves, ghost, etc)

#call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #simon riley #phillip graves x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #phillip graves x you #phillip graves #mw2 2022

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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Could you do a Graves and Reader and Ghost please? Graves and the Reader were together until the missiles went missing and he changed causing the Reader to leave him. The Reader joins TF 141 where Ghost becomes protective of the reader when they run into Graves thr first time who tries to take the Reader at the beginning of the Alone mission but Ghost grabs the Reader and runs with the reader and Graves yells to find them and to being the reader to him unharmed? Reader apologizes to Ghost for not disclosing their previous relationship and Ghost says hell always protect the Reader. Please and thank you

You can't escape your past

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

There is a little Phillip Graves x fem!Reader in the beginning, but it is a Ghost x Reader story.

cw: violence, guns, needles, blood, injury, swearing

word count: 5.7k

situation: People change and it usually doesn't end well. The person you loved and trusted, turned out to be a completely different person. Leaving and planning on leaving him in the past the universe throws two new things at you - your past, and a tall masked man to be with you during the battle of your past with your present.

August 13th

You were curled up in your favourite blanket on the couch in the living room, watching your favourite show on a rare day off you had at work. Special forces wasn't the most rest filled job but you liked it nevertheless. You watched as the action continued on the screen, but your thoughts were elsewhere. To be clear, they were with your fiancé, he was supposed to come back home many hours ago but he didn't. He didn't even let you know of what happened, or tell you that he will be home later, your phone sat silent near you, answering your nervous glances with a plain black screen of silence.

He said he has business to take care of so he will be away for the 11th and 12th and that he will spend your day off with you, take you out on the date, spend some time together planning your wedding and enjoy the time together, since both of you are quite busy, your service was quite time demanding and sometimes left you out of home for months, Phillip's job was as busy as yours.

You picked up your phone and sent him a message, not wanting to sit and worry any longer.

"Where are you? Is everything okay?" you sent, staring at the message that went away.

The answer didn't come until an hour later, your phone pinged and yanked you out of the half sleepy state you were falling in to the background noises of your show.

"Busy. Will be back in a few days."

You stared at your phone in disbelief, and that's it? It wasn't the first time his job demanded more than he expected before starting a mission, but he was always clear and communicative about it, he never left you in the dark and never spoke to you like that.

You put your phone back on the coffee table and covered up in your blanket tighter. What was that supposed to mean? You had to leave tomorrow for a mission and a meeting with some Captain your commanders informed you, arrived to meet with you.

You sighed, thoughts racing in your head, you knew that he will explain himself and apologise for his behaviour once he has the chance, probably has some problems at work. With these thoughts you drifted away to sleep.

The next day you arrived at the base and met with your commander who announced that Captain Price is already waiting for you in one of the meeting rooms.

You were quite confused on what was this about, you've heard of Captain Price and his Task Force 141 squad before. People talked great things about them and you've heard quite a lot about their achievements and missions they went on.

You went into the meeting room, where John Price was waiting for you, standing at the end of the table with his hands behind his back. When you walked in he came closer, offering his hand which you shook.

"Sergeant Y/L/N." he addressed you.

"Captain Price. Nice to meet you. What this could possibly be about?" you asked taking a sit at the other end of the table, with the man standing and looking at you with somehow a warm expression.

"I've gone through some of your mission reports. Impressive." he tilted his head "I must admit that Task Force could use a soldier like you. That's what I am here for."

You raised your eyebrow in disbelief, was this really happening or are your fellow soldiers hidings somewhere with a camera and are going to jump out any second laughing at you? Was he really offering you to join Task Force 141? Thoughts circled in your head, not paying attention to the Captain currently staring at you for a reaction or an answer.

"Sir, that would be a great pleasure to be a part of Task Force." you said still not really believing in what he is offering you.

He gave you a sharp nod. "You must finish your mission here and in a week time we await you at our base. Your commander will provide all the necessary information."

"Yes, sir." you stood and Price came closer to you with the small smile on his lips.

"Welcome to Task Force 141."

You were so eager to tell Phillip the good news about your new place of work, the mission was quick but the time was going slowly for you, as you waited for the last day when you could finally leave back home and hope to catch Graves there.

To your pleasant surprise, when you opened the door to your home you saw another pair of the keys on the shelf, a pair of boots and a duffel bag in the hall. He was home. You put your stuff down, taking off your shoes and going further into the house.

Phillip was sitting in his office at the desk, his eyebrows furrowed at the screen of his computer as he scrolled through the pages. You leaned on the doorframe and waited for him to acknowledge you, waited for his typical smile when he saw you after being separated, you waited and waited. It didn't come.

"Phillip?" you called out to him when he didn't move or even look at you, keeping his attention on the computer.

"Yeah? I'm busy. Don't disturb me if it's not an emergency." he gave out with a cold tone that made your stomach dip a little.

"Woah." was your first reaction as you processed his words and tone he was talking to you in. He might be busy and it might be important but why would he act like this with you out of everyone?

"I thought I'd inform my fiancé of my change of work, but I can wait." you said, raising your eyebrows in disbelief.

"You got fired?" he asked, still glued to the computer, now furiously typing something.

His half joke half insult stopped you in your tracks as you stared at him with raised eyebrows. He was always supportive of your work, protective because he was worried about you, but always supported you in your decisions and helped you brainstorm plans sometimes.

"No. I joined Task Force 141 but why would you be interested." you said and turned to leave the room as you clearly weren't welcomed there, when you heard him stand up.

"Task Force 141? You?" he was now standing and staring at you with a gaze of mixed confusion and something else that reminded you of hidden fury.

"No, my grandmother, Graves. Yes, me."

"You can't work with them. Why would they ask you to join?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, asking things he might've not realised are quite insulting.

"Price said he saw my reports, he was impressed and Task Force could use someone like me. If you keep asking shit, I will get angry." you said because the whole situation was getting out of hand and you didn't like what was going on.

"I don't think you should work with them. Stay at your place, don't get involved into something you can't be a part of." he said looking back down at the computer, his gaze glueing back to the screen.

"What is that supposed to mean, Graves?" you crossed your arms on your chest. Who was this man and where did your loving fiancé go?

"Nothing." he threw casually. "But you shouldn't go, that's not a right job for you, stay away from them." his voice growing more commanding as he went.

"As if I already didn't give my agreement."

His eyes slowly rose to yours and he made his way to you, stepping at a hand distance from you, his eyes keeping the contact with yours.

"Then you made a mistake. And you will go and tell them that you changed your mind. Are we clear?" the smile that was on his face was far from warm or sincere, he stared at you with a threatening gaze that you saw him only do at the enemies he was about to shoot.

Taking a step back you didn't hold yourself back anymore "What happened with you? Why are you being such a dick out of nowhere? You disappeared, then didn't contact me, now you are standing here and are trying to do what? Control me and my work? You are my fiancé not my father and you don't get to decide what I can and can't do." you pointed a finger at him as you were speaking.

To your surprise he gripped your hand that was pointing at him and yanked you closer to him, you colliding with him as he stared at you, not hiding his anger anymore.

"Because it's a tough fucking job and even not all men come back from these little groups of yours, and where are you throwing yourself in? Hm? Closer into the active wars with filthy soldiers who will sell their own mothers for an evening with a girl out in the field? Is that what you want?" he was getting angrier as he spoke, gripping your hand tighter in his "Let us deal with our business and you, girl, stay where you are and don't fuckin' get into that."

The shock, confusion, surprise and anger mixed into an impulse and you did it before you processed it. You slapped him with your free hand. Yanking your other hand from his grip you stepped back, away from him.

"You know what? I don't know what happened with you, but I am not dealing with this. If you want to keep acting like that, do it without me." you said as you left the room, going into the hall to put your boots back on.

"Y/N, don't do that. Choose carefully because there will be no way back. Once you walk out, you won't be able to come back." he now stood in the doorway of his office looking at you with a challenge in his eyes.

"Then my choice is already made." you stood back up, your boots now on. You took off your engagement ring and slammed it on the shelf next to his keys, all while keeping your eyes on his. You saw the exact moment his face fell, you saw his eyes go back from the ring to you, like he was confused on what is happening, but you didn't think twice. You took your duffel bag and left the house.

And that was it.

That chapter of your life was closed and you didn't want to look back. You knew that if you started thinking about it, remember what you had with him it would spiral downwards too quickly, it would be tears and inability to focus. You didn't want that, throwing yourself straight into work as you joined the Task Force 141.

Everyone was surprised at your will to work and how you was always first to get there and last to leave, how you brainstormed the hardest and always took part in planning and executing. Price and Soap often patted you on the shoulder admitting your good work. They thought it was from the wish to prove yourself, you just joined the squad of course you'd want to show yourself in the best way.

Gaz often made remarks on how your head could blow up any second from such hard work, or how the enemies will be scared from only one look thrown at you during the gunfight. He was the jokester together with Soap, the two of them often joking about everything together, especially the tall masked man in your squad.

He remained silent for the majority of time and only voiced his input when he thought was completely necessary. At first you thought he was completely ignoring you, not paying you attention whatsoever, you even had a thought he was the same as your ex fiancé, who thought it wasn't the place for you because you are a girl.

You thought many things about him, thinking your tactics were working on him too and he wouldn't suspect anything in your such involvement in work. But out of everyone, he was the only one to notice that you weren't throwing yourself in all the possible tasks because you wanted to prove yourself to the new colleagues. He was the only one to know that you were running from something. Your past actively trying to catch up with you but you hid and shielded yourself from it with a wall of work separating you and whatever you are running from.

It wasn't until you started catching his glances on you from time to time. He was a master at hiding his emotions and who he is looking at, he was stealing glances at you when he thought no one was looking but you started to catch onto that as you all kept working together.

He never looked away when you caught him staring at you, his gaze never once changed or was turned away in embarrassment of being caught. The eye contact was intense when you caught him and his gaze made you turn away first not being able to hold on for too long.

As the time passed you noticed him growing to you more, he stayed behind you, he often took on the hard physical tasks that you didn't really want to do, he covered your back on the missions. Once during a meeting, you all were stuck, the decision for a good plan was not building and the whole team was lost on what to do, you had missing pieces of information to create a perfect plan and that was bothering all of you. Then out of the corner of your eyes you saw Ghost's gloved hand move a paper closer to you, wordlessly, slowly. Your eyes switched to the paper, you've read the text over and over, lifting your eyes up to meet his looking at you with a knowing look. He gave you the slightest nod of his head and you looked back down at the file, reading it again, feeling the pieces in your mind get put together.

You succeeded at that mission because of the plan you all made, thanks to him pointing that out to you.

Later on you were sent on a mission with Price, Gaz and Laswell, they thought that you will do more good with them, while Soap and Ghost are dealing with another part of the mission in Las Almas.

Everything was going smoothly until the capture of Laswell. You worked together with Farah and her forces to get her back, getting new intel on your operation. You were close to solving it, Task Force was making progress.

A few days later you got a worried message from Soap who insisted on your help and immediate attendance, which you couldn't ignore. Soap was not one to ask for help, preferring to do everything himself or in this case with Ghost, as they were in Las Almas together. Price gave you a green light and you were transported to Las Almas immediately.

When you arrived you got the information that Soap, Ghost and Alejandro with some supporting company were at the oil rig, liquidating one of the missiles, or at least trying to stop it from launching.

A few hours later a convoy of several cars passed by you, one of them stopping and the door opening to get you inside. It was a typical army jeep and you got inside without thinking. You didn't recognise any of the men inside, even though something was tugging on your mind, you couldn't put together what.

The ride was quite long and from boredom you started to observe the men that were with you in the car. You knew that it was your convoy seeing Soap peek through the window of one of the cars as it passed by, but you never questioned the supporting company Soap and Ghost had with them in Las Almas. You knew about them working together with Mexican Special Forces but these were clearly not them. You searched for a branding or a logo and when your eyes focused on a familiar picture your heart nearly dropped.

You were together with Shadow Company.

Before you processed that and made assumptions of if the CEO is there himself or not, the cars stopped in front of the gates to a big buildings block.

You stepped out of the last, third car and heard the voice you were trying so hard to forget.

".. Step away from the gates." said Graves to confused Ghost and Soap and the third man who you supposed was Alejandro.

He didn't see you, with you standing on the side of the jeep with his men in front of you, Ghost stood on the left side, the same as you. Soap was standing closer to Graves together with Alejandro.

You watched Graves talk, you observed him. The bags under his eyes, his messy hair and the way he held himself. He was a completely different man from the one you knew, the one you loved and the one you wished to live your life with.

"General Shepherd sends his regards. He told me yall wouldn't take this well."

General Shepherd? The gut feeling was overwhelming you as you were trying to process what is going on. Why would both of them do that?

Before the shock of Grave's betrayal sank, you felt two strong hands on your shoulders holding you in place. You heard the gunfire and got into action. You turned, kicking the man between the legs, elbowing him into the side of his head, taking off your knife and making sure he never stands up or moves ever again.

"Y/N, come on girl, stop hiding there in the back." you heard Graves' voice call out to you from where one of his men had Alejandro pinned to the car, unconscious. You glanced over to Ghost who had men in front and behind him, Soap who was laying on the ground covering himself with one of the Shadows as a human shield.

It didn't take much thinking to understand that you had to win time for Ghost and Soap, you has to switch the Shadows' attention from them to yourself.

You raised both of your hands in the air, dropping your knife on the ground as you passed Ghost, who was staring at you in disbelief.

"Y/N don't do that!" you heard Soap yell but he was quickly silenced by Graves pointing a gun at him.

"Well, well, well. Haven't seen you in a while, darlin'. I even started to miss you." He said as he watched you step in front of him with your hands raised.

"I'd rather we never see each other again, Phillip." you said with a slight shrug of your shoulders. You had to keep your face, you can't give in to the past, not right now, not after he turned out to be a traitor, not in front of everyone.

"Don't throw such strong words at me, Y/N, I might actually get offended." he raised his gun at Soap again, squinting his one eye as if he is taking aim at him. "And my finger will accidentally slip with one of your friends accidentally being on the other side of my gun."

"What do you want?" you cut straight to the point to not listen to his threats again, you didn't want to, he wasn't above telling everyone here about what you two shared in the past and not in a pretty way.

"You are coming with me. Your friends were going to, but I'm afraid they took it too far. They will have to be put out." Graves turned away to look at the unconscious Alejandro, and you knew it was your time to act.

You elbowed him and hit the riffle out of his hands, taking him by surprise and letting Soap with Ghost react. The latter not wasting any time, taking out both of the men around him with his knife, picking up yours from the ground and moving at the back of the jeep yelling something at Soap. You didn't hear what it was because in that moment you received a punch from Graves, trying to keep you in place and not let you get away.

You heard the muffled sounds behind you, blocking Graves' punches as he went faster and harder on you, trying to get him off you, when you felt an arm wrap around you and push you to the other side, away from the Shadow Company commander. You noticed a glance of a glove with bones on it as you were pushed to the side and further away from the scene. It all happened too fast for you to process, you heard bullets flying right past your head, one of them finally finding its stop in your forearm.

"Find them! All of them! Don't harm the girl but bring them fuckin' back!" you heard in the background, Graves' voice thundering as he ordered his Shadows to go after you.

There was no time to pay attention to your pain as Ghost dragged you into the deep bushes, hiding between the trees until you two were far enough from the base. You two stopped to catch your breath and you leaned on the tree, breathing heavily.

"Bloody hell, Y/N. When we get back you owe us all." Ghost said, looking at you through his skull mask.

You didn't reply but gave him a nod, still trying to breathe after running. Adrenaline was slowly but surely wearing off and the sharp pain in your left arm made itself known to you, making you suppress a hiss.

"We have to find Soap and get out of here, preferably alive. Let's move." Ghost was back to his usual commanding presence as he gestured at the lights of the city that were quite at a distance from you two.

You didn't have the choice but to obey and both of you started your path to the city, listening to all the possible sounds around to not come face to face with any snooping Shadows, who were currently on the hunt for your heads.

Ghost tried to connect with Soap through the radio a few times, but all he got was silence, again and again. He swore and kept alert for any threats as you reached the city.

Hiding behind one of the buildings you listened to the voices around. People crying, fire burning, gunfire and the so familiar voice of Graves, giving orders to his Shadows, reminding them to find the Brits and bring you to him.

You shuddered at the thought of getting back into his hands, you couldn't believe that it was the same Phillip that was back at your home several months ago. The pieces weren't glueing together in your mind, what could possibly happen that it changed him so much?

You and Ghost exchanged looks and started making your way through the city, trying to stay indoors and not get caught by the soldiers right outside. Your heart was racing and your head hurt, not to mention your arm. Everything was too much to process in one sitting, you couldn't think about it all, you had to focus on the task in front of you right now.

Ghost swiftly dealt with several Shadows you came across, taking their riffles and throwing you one to be able to protect yourself. You caught it and grimaced at the pain it caused in your arm, thankfully Ghost didn't notice that.

Or you thought so, because not so long after, when you successfully got into another house, he handed you an adrenaline shot with a knowing look. You took it, giving him a grateful nod as you used it, feeling better in a few moments.

Your path was wet, dirty and bloody. Encountering more Shadows but successfully dealing with them as you went on, finally reaching the church on the uphill of the city. Jumping over the fence with Ghost's help, you both made your way inside, to the highest place possible, settling down near the window. You knew that you wouldn't be seen from the outside as it was too high and in the darkness of the night the shadow covered both of you.

You were sitting down on the wooden floor, while Ghost stood at the window, trying to reach Soap some more, but always connected to the channels of Shadows, which seemed to piss him off as he grunted a few swear words and left his radio in peace.

He watched the street and Shadows on it, as they were executing civilians, burned cars and took some of the belongings. They were committing war crimes and it all was happening under the command of Graves, who was nowhere to be seen.

Ghost turned to you, leaning his back on the cold stone wall near the window. You noticed his gaze on you, looking up at him you met his eyes that wordlessly told you "I'm listening." and you sighed.

"We were engaged for 5 months, dated for 2 years." you returned your gaze back on your boots on the floor, the conversation wasn't one of the easiest ones for you.

"We broke up right before I joined Task Force, he was against me working with you all. Said it wasn't my place and my business. Haven't seen or heard from him since."

Ghost watched you, he knew you were telling the truth to him and he didn't want to put more pressure on you, seeing how uncomfortable the conversation is making you. He shifted and glanced back into the window, observing the situation near the church, watching Shadows move through the streets.

"I'm sorry for not telling about that earlier. I didn't know it would become relevant or that he would turn out like this." you said feeling the pressure of the silence weight you down, or was it the blood loss from your arm? Could be both, you couldn't tell.

"No need. We've all done different things in our past, Y/N." he said, his back turned to you.

"Ghost, do you copy?" both of you heard Soap's voice come through on the radio.

To your surprise Ghost didn't move to answer, staying still with his look on the window. You thought the man froze, standing up you took a step closer to him, when he turned around facing you. Your eyes met and he shifted his mask that was sitting a bit uneven after the action both of you went through on your way to the church.

"Graves and Shepherd betrayed everyones' trust, you happened to be close at the wrong time to the wrong person. It would be different if you stayed with him, Sergeant." he tried adding a little bit of formality into the conversation, into his words he didn't want to sound too personal or too into your personal space. "But you left and joined us, and we've got each others' backs here. I will always protect you."

You stared at him wide-eyed, firstly because it was the most he has ever said in one sitting, at least to you, and secondly because of what he was saying. You were used to working in a team and covering each other in it, but Task Force and especially Ghost were quite different from everything you've went through before. You blinked a few times at him and before you processed what to say or how to answer, Ghost pressed the button on his radio and moved back to the window "Soap, do you copy?"

On the second try Soap replied and the long night of guiding MacTavish through the city began. Both you and Ghost worked together, helping Johnny through the radio, which helped you forget about your own injury that, from what you understood, was quite similar to what Soap got.

At one point you had to cover him, shooting the guys that took him by surprise at the very last shop to the church. Right after you've heard the movement on the lower levels in the church, alerting Ghost. He informed Soap of the company you've got in the church and how he should hurry the fuck up to the meeting point.

Both of you held the defence and managed to get out of the church, fighting off the guys that visited you for company. You met up with Soap who gave you a pointing look, with Ghost moving you both through the street to the abandoned but working vehicle for exit.

The car ride was full of Soap blabbering about the Shadows and wanting to commit a few war crimes of his own. You stared out of the window of the truck you three stole from the street, as Ghost was driving both of you somewhere neither of you knew. You were clutching your arm to stop the blood for flowing too strong, as you stopped in front of a big old what is looked like warehouse.

Ghost informed you two, that it's Alejandro's safe house and he gave Ghost the location just in case and now was that time. Dropping in through the window you spotted a laser on Soap and immediately threw your knife at the source of the red light.

A head peaked out of behind the column and a man you've never seen before stared back at you.

Soap and Ghost identified him as Rodolfo, Alejandro's second in command, who handed you your knife, complimenting your throw. After a brief exchange of the information about the current situation, you asked where the bathroom is and after a quick thank you to Rodolfo, who explained you how to get there, went into the small room.

Rudy was patching up Soap when you asked him about the bathroom, so you knew the Scott is in good hands, and decided to take your injury into your own hands. You found the first aid kit under the sink and settled it down on the counter.

You took off your gear, and then tugged off the bloody shirt that stuck to you because of the blood it was drenched in. You looked over the bullet wound on your arm and shook your head, it went through your arm so thankfully you didn't need to take out the bullet yourself.

Searching for the supplies to stitch up your wound and disinfect it, you heard a knock on the door.

"I need 10 minutes and it will be free." you said to whoever was behind the door, fishing out the clean cloth.

"You won't stitch yourself up in 10 minutes, Sergeant. Open." Ghost knocked on the door again in a sign for you to open it.

You took a look at yourself in the mirror, bloodied upper body, your bra and your still bleeding wound. With a groan of defeat you opened the door and was met with Ghost, who took off his gear vest and jacket, leaving himself in a black shirt, dark blue jeans with some guns and knives strapped to his thighs, and his skull mask that was dirty from the blood and dirt when you went through the city, over the usual balaclava.

He looked you up and focused his eyes on your arm, locking the door behind himself pushing you closer to the counter and in the end sitting you up on it, while moving to stand between your thighs.

He took the cloth and disinfectant from the counter near you, gently disinfecting the cut while you looked everywhere but at him. His shoulder and face right in front of you, his muscles moving as he gently used the cloth and painfully stinging liquid to work on your wound.

"Why?" you asked him, when the silence grew too heavy to hold onto it for too long.

"We are a team. No one fights alone and no one stitches themselves back up." he said taking a clean needle and other tools to stitch up your wound.

"Are you lying to me, Lieutenant?" you squinted your eyes at him a little.

His gaze shifted from your arm to your eyes, you knew the man was raising an eyebrow at you.

"How many of them did you stitch yourself?" you glanced at the small part of the scar that was visible, not covered by the sleeve of his shirt.

"A few." was all he said, focusing on your wound and starting to stitch it.

You hissed in pain of the needle going through your skin, closing your eyes to focus on something else and not the pain. To your surprise he was done quite quickly, and you opened your eyes to see him putting the supplies away, throwing the used stuff in the trash near. He still stood between your thighs, his ungloved hands on your sides, when he was done putting away the first aid kit.

"We need to save Alejandro and his men. We are on our own. You, me, Soap and Rudy. We are a team and we won't allow the situation with Graves to repeat itself. We have each others' backs. Understood?" his forehead was almost touching yours, as he spoke in a low tone, almost whispering the words.

"Yes, Simon." that was the first time you called him his real name, what made him give you a small nod and step away from you.

You caught his hands and slightly tugged him back in, taking the wet napkin from the counter and tugging him a little closer, you removed the dried dirt from his skull mask he wore. It was a small gesture but to him it meant more than you could've imagined. You didn't try to shift it to take a peek at his face or press him into taking it completely off. No, you made sure he was looking his best while being in his comfortable surroundings - his mask. And he greatly appreciated that.

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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i know that followers here aren't a big deal but for someone who joined not so long ago and got a platform to share my writing with you all, thank you so so much everyone for 100 followers,

that gives me so much motivation and inspiration to write further, i love you all, thank you!

#call of duty #modern warfare #simon riley #phillip graves #im so happy i will cry #writing more stuff #coming soon

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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hi bae could you maybe do one where ghost has a hopeless crush on the reader (who may or may not be emotionally constipated) id be in your debt

Find my comfort in you

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

cw: blood, gore, injury, violence, typical COD violence, needles

word count: 3,4k

situation: He hopelessly fell, but you weren't that easy to read, leaving him thinking and wondering, until one partly successful mission changes everything between you two

A/N: sorry for the long wait, author was.. inspirationally constipated. i tried to portray the emotional condition of the reader to the best of my abilities and i'm very sorry if it's not accurate!

You were a soldier and you preferred work over rest. Work kept you in tact, it kept your worries away and your thoughts focused on what you are doing rather than overthinking past details and something you'd rather not remember.

You were a Sergeant working in Task Force 141 together with Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. You were always called the most hardworking person on the team and Soap jokingly called you Price 2.0 because of how much you focused on work and keeping everything under control.

But one day everything went out of control and even you didn't predict that and so you weren't prepared for the enemy to gather such an advanced technology. The mission went downhill from the beginning, you had troubles getting inside the building to cut off the electricity and let others in for a successful raid.

That's why right now you as you just got back from the mission, you threw your gear on the bed and tugged off the soaked shirt you were wearing, you knew you had to wait with the shower for now. Putting on your old tshirt you sat down on the floor not wanting to make your bed even more dirty than your gear will already do.

You finally switched your attention to your leg, you had to swap the straps that were holding your gun from your right side to your left, to hide the cut on the fabric that you've gotten when one of the enemy soldiers waited for you at the corner and used his knife, trying to eliminate you. You were more skilled in combat than him, so you managed to react and disarm him, eliminating the threat, but he had the element of surprise so he succeeded in slicing your thigh on the side, leaving a big bleeding cut.

You swapped the straps to hold the fabric of the pants together, thankfully they were dark cargo pants that hid the blood perfectly. None of your teammates noticed that and you didn't show them or informed them of your injury, why would you? You could hold on to the end and now when you were alone, you'd take care of it.

You lost quite an amount of blood, your head getting a little lightheaded and your shot's getting sloppier, but in a such wind of gunfire no one would notice that even if it was pointed out. You've held on to the end, you succeeded in the mission, you've gotten the job done, but now it was time to leave the focus on work and give some attention to your cut leg.

You took off the straps that held your gun, your fingers immediately getting dirty in your blood. You didn't notice because of the pants, but the blood soaked them through and was now dirtying the floor around you. The fabric of the pants was soaked and you didn't even want to imagine how much blood you lost and were still losing. The straps did their job also as a pressure on the cut, keeping it a little more tight, but now it was coming all out with full force.

To anyone who would've seen you right now, it would look like a scene from a horror movie coming alive, blood smeared around and pooling around your leg.

You took your cut leg out of the pants, looking over the cut and coming to a conclusion that it would need stitches and as soon as possible. You kept your attention on the work you had to do, to not acknowledge how lightheaded you felt or how your hands were starting to tremble.

You reached the first aid kit that you got from your bathroom, and opened it to find everything you need to stitch your leg. It wasn't the first time you stitched yourself up, but it was the first time when you've lost this much blood.

You took the clean cloth and the disinfectant out of the box, and almost already poured it on your cut, but the sight of it made you stop last second. You've put the tools down and grabbed your belt that was hanging undone in your pants, a leather belt is the best friend for someone who is about to be in pain.

You folded it twice and put it between your teeth. You've experienced different types of pain but you've never gotten quite used to it, so to not leave yourself teethless, you had to take additional precautions.

You kept the belt tightly in between your teeth, taking the cloth and the disinfectant to start patching up your leg that already made quite a pool around you on the floor, but before you've managed to pour the liquid on your leg you've heard a firm knock on the door.

Not knowing to groan or send the belt flying into the door with the intention to kill whoever was there for interrupting you, you glanced at the door and before making the decision the door slowly opened.

You saw Ghost standing in the doorway, with his hand on the knob and the second on the doorframe but before he managed to say your name or what he came there for, his eyes slid to the scene around you. It took you by surprise to see his eyes slightly widen and his gaze change in a split second. He looked over the pool of blood and you with the belt in your teeth, with your cut and bleeding leg.

He came there because out of everyone he noticed that something was wrong with you in the second part of the mission. He noticed the sloppiness of your shots, the slight limp you hid so greatly from everyone but not his thoughtful gaze.

"Jesus Christ." you heard him mutter in a mixed tone as he stood in the doorway staring at you and processing the situation. After a few moments of silence he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He stepped up closer to you and slowly sank to his knees at your side. He didn't care about blood staining the fabric of his pants, or that someone can catch him in your room, he cared about you and that you were currently bleeding and were bleeding for quite a long time.

He took the cloth and disinfectant from your hands, giving you a glance, silently asking if you are okay with him taking over. You gave him a slight nod keeping the belt in your teeth, throwing your head back and closing your eyes in waiting of what to come.

You heard him exhale and then you felt the stinging pain in your cut and he was carefully disinfecting it. Your teeth gritted and bit into the belt that you were sure it was going to leave marks on it. The pain didn't get better as he continued to clean it so you don't get any infection from it.

On one side he hated himself for coming there, he hated seeing you in pain and even more to be the reason of that pain, even if he is doing it for the good reason. On the other side, he was glad he decided to check up on you. On his way to your room he made a decision to keep it all entirely professional, addressing you as a Sergeant and asking if everything went well with the mission on your side, asking you for a 'personal' debrief, but when he saw you sitting on the floor in a pool of blood, all the thoughts and decisions went out of his head.

He cared about you more than you knew, it wasn't just a Lieutenant's professional worry over his teammate and a soldier of his team. The man felt something towards you, something he wasn't used to feeling towards anyone. At first, it confused him, made him question himself but as the time passed he got used to it, he understood what it was and hated it just as much as he loved it.

He watched you, during debriefs, meetings, missions, he always kept an eye on you. He had mixed feelings and thoughts about what you might be feeling about him and what could you possibly say if the truth was ever to come out. He observed you enough to know that you keep your feelings and emotions to yourself. It was easy to anger you, but apart from that you kept everything under control. Soap called you Price 2.0 but he didn't agree, if anything you were more like him, like Ghost.

He never heard you laugh, you rarely smiled, at least genuinely. He didn't know if you preferred or just felt like that, but you were always neutral and collected. He noticed the slight bouncing of your leg under the table at meetings, especially when the mission was heavier and more complicated than usual. He noticed how you clenched your fist when something was genuinely unnerving. You never showed anything more than that, and he was waiting for the unavoidable that would happen one day.

The pain settled down a little and you looked back at your leg, and to see Simon taking the needle from the kit.

"This will need stitches, y'know?" he half whispered, keeping his focus on preparing the needle and everything he needs to stitch your cut.

You found strength in yourself only for a short nod, he gave you a mixed look and you swore you noticed a slight shake of his head. The belt wasn't necessary anymore, but you didn't care, your head was starting to spin and you needed something to keep you grounded. The pain was just adding to the uncomfortable feeling so you focused on your belt and your teeth biting it.

He finally leaned over to your leg, putting a hand on your thigh, you felt the shivers run on your skin but currently couldn't bring yourself to care if he saw that or not, even if he asked you'd say that you were just cold. Which wasn't completely a lie, the freezing sensations running under your skin from the blood loss.

He started stitching up the cut, careful stitches down the length of it. His hand was holding your thigh in place, but his touch wasn't rough or firm, he didn't want to cause you any more pain that you already went through, he wanted to be done with this as soon as possible but he also didn't want to butcher you up and leave an ugly scar on you.

When he was done, he put the tools on the bloody cloth, to throw them out later, sitting down on the floor near you, looking at you face. By the time he was done, you were laying down on the floor on your back, with your eyes closed and involuntarily still firmly biting down on the belt.

"Hey, easy there." he said, as he lightly tugged on the belt, his voice raspy but lacking it's usual coldness and sternness. You opened your eyes and instantly regretted it, the ceiling spinning in different directions making you close your eyes again and rub a hand on them. You let the belt go, Simon taking it from your mouth and putting it down on the floor somewhere to not get it bloody.

You knew you had to thank him and let him know you appreciate his help, but you were losing your grounds even while laying down and thinking was too hard in the moment to form sentences.

He caught on that, he saw your struggle and with another exhale stood up, taking your gear from your bed and setting it down on your table, opening the covers on the bed and then doing something that left you surprised.

He gently put his hands under you, swiftly picking you up in his arms, with your head resting on his chest, and he brought you to the bed and gently placed you on it. You opened your eyes to see him watch you, concern flickering in his eyes.

"Thank you, but I need a shower first, can't be in bed like that." you said, looking down at your bloody leg and still being sweaty from the mission you just came back from.

"Not a chance you are going showering in your state." he answered simply, sitting down in the chair he pulled from the desk, next to your bed.

"What happened, Y/N?" he asked after a few minutes of silence, as you were processing his previous words.

"Nothing. It's work and that happens, I will be fine." you said closing your eyes again.

"Don't make me use my position to order you to speak." he said, his eyes flickering back to your cut that was now stitched up.

"Attacked from around the corner, he didn't have his riffle so used the knife. The one that is currently in the side of his throat." you said, not having strength or will to argue with him or make him order you.

"Why didn't you report?" he tilted his head gesturing at the stitched cut.

"Medics had enough work on their hands." You said simply as you looked at him and how he shook his head at your words.

"Bullshit."

You sighed not knowing what to tell him or how to act now, you two just looked at each other, him sitting in the chair on the side and you laying in bed.

"Why did you come in the first place?" You asked, remembering that he came there not to stitch you up, and still hasn't said a word about his initial reasons of the visit.

Your question was met with silence as he processed what to tell you, he didn't want to admit the real reason to you, he didn't know how to approach that topic and if he should approach it at all, but then the words came out themselves.

"You missed 40% of the shots you took after you reappeared. You were limping and your gun suddenly changed places. I wondered why." he said, stating it as a simple thing when in reality it was far from that.

"You watched me?" a question slipped past your lips before you even managed to process it.

"I did." was all he said to that, meeting your look.

You didn't look away, your states fixed on each other. How much you'd like to tug off his mask and see his face and understand what he feels right now. You never were good at reading people's emotions, especially when only their eyes are visible to you, so millions of questions were flooding your head.

"Right, Lieutenant watching over his Sergeant." you exhaled finally turning your head away, glancing at the other side of the bed.

You weren't ready for the moment of his fingers gently pressing on your chin to make you look back at him. You swallowed, not knowing what to make out of this situation, what does he want?

"There's.. more than that to it. I care about you Y/N, more than just a Lieutenant." he said, his fingers still holding your chin making you face him.

You didn't know what happened or what suddenly took over you, but you felt your eyes stinging, feeling that tears were somewhere on their way to your eyes. You had to stop this before the emotions would take over you. You would cry without feeling a reason to be sad or upset. It would piss you off because you hated crying, and it was a road downhill with anger at yourself making you cry even more.

You put a hand on his wrist and gave him a small fake smile "Thank you, Ghost. I appreciate the help, but I need to rest. I will see you tomorrow at the meeting." you said keeping your face straight and fighting the tears inside you.

He took it as an answer to his previous words, you made your way out with the easiest words, you didn't tell him that he was a creep for that or that it wasn't straight up mutual, you just told him you need rest and pointed him at the door with words.

He freed your chin and stood, giving you a nod and moving to the door, giving you one last look "You know where to find me if you need something." was all he said before he left the room.

You sighed and rolled over to your side throwing the covers over you, to keep yourself warm. The thoughts were spinning in your head making your head spin some more.

"I care about you, Y/N. More than just a Lieutenant."

His words playing in your head over and over, as you finally let yourself loosen and melt into the covers. You felt a warm tear run down your nose and your cheek, dripping onto the pillow. One, two, three, moments passed and you didn't even notice the flow of tears.

You cried silently into your pillow, letting everything building up in there free. You held another pillow in your hands, hugging it tightly to your chest. You closed your eyes to at least not see the wet spot on the pillow that made you ever angrier at yourself for crying.

You didn't remember the last time you cried and now it felt like everything since that last time was building up in you and finally found it's way free.

You lightly shook as you cried and gripped the pillow tighter to yourself, letting the tears and quiet sobs flow out of you. As you gripped the pillow, you to your own surprise caught yourself on the thought of how much you wish it was someone else and not a simple cold pillow giving you comfort right now.

Before you processed the thought and managed to make a good decision on it, you threw the covers off yourself and stood up, putting perhaps a little too much pressure on your leg and hissing from the pain of the cut.

You didn't care about anything, even putting the pants as the tshirt covered everything that you didn't want to be seen by others. You left your room, limping on your stitched up leg as you made the way down the hall and to the room behind the doors of which was the person you craved the comfort of.

You knocked on the door lightly, perhaps too lightly but you didn't catch that, covering your mouth to silence your sob. No one answered so after a few moments you decided that it was pointless, he wasn't there or he just didn't want to be bothered, especially not by you after you sent him out of your room.

But before you managed to walk away, the door opened and you saw Simon standing in the doorway, in already new pants, changing the ones that were stained in your blood.

Neither of you had to say a word, he opened the door wider inviting you in. Suddenly you felt silly, coming there, what were you going to say now? What are you supposed to do? He would definitely want an explanation on what is happening and why are you there looking like that.

But he didn't, he put a hand on your shoulder, leading you to the bed and pulling off the covers to let you lay down. You did so with a little hesitation, and looked up at him as he put the covers on top of you.

"Can you.. with me." you muttered swallowing a sob, as tears stained your cheeks, fresh ones running down your face.

He didn't question you, but waited a few moments to see if you were serious and alright with that, but seeing you didn't change your mind, he slowly slid under the covers, keeping a little distance between the two of you to not overstep any boundaries.

You moved closer to him, throwing an arm around his waist and hiding your face in his chest. He didn't expect that at first, processing what is happening but then slowly throwing an arm around you, and keeping his hand on your back, slowly moving it up and down, giving you the comfort you so much needed.

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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is it just me or do we all just randomly go and you've got 10 seconds or i'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me throughout the day 10 times a day

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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When is part two of Shadow goes dark coming out? Just curious, no rush

it's already out! :)

can be read here

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Hello I see you write for Graves and I come asking for a request if that's alright.

Guess just what it would be like to date Graves if you can do that? I'll definitely be back for more content for sure!!

Dating Phillip Graves

What I think it would be like to date him

Phillip Graves x fem!Reader

cw: alcohol, pre established relationship

This man is married to his job, he wouldn't be where he is if he wasn't. He would be pretty busy and he would sometimes be late to the events you two planned or agreed to go to. It wouldn't happen too often, and he would always warn you in advance, and definitely would make up for it.

When you two get together he would not wasting any time introduce you to his friends, people that he works with and others. It might've been a better idea to keep your relationship a secret safety purpose wise, but he doesn't want to keep you like a dirty little secret and hide from everyone. If you'd tell him you want to keep your relationship a secret he would do it, no questions asked.

He would use pet names, he would call you baby and darling and sometimes adding some randoms in there, but these two would be the main ones.

He would love training with you, even if you two aren't working together and you don't train for work, he would love to spend time by training together. He would teach you little tricks and all the cool stuff he knows, keeping your work out routines interesting.

He would propose after 2 years of dating, you would be adults and he knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he has known you for a while, he trusts you and wants to make it official.

He isn't the type of a man to buy flowers, he would do it obviously, he would know your favourites and your preferences and would gift you flowers on anniversaries, birthdays, holidays and etc. But his main spoiling you tactic would be getting you cool gifts, all the new modern technology, whatever you might need for your work, a new car, you want it he's got it for you. He would be attentive to your wants and needs and would always make sure to surprise you by pulling them up.

His favourite way to start your morning would be bringing you a cup of coffee/tea/drink of choice to bed, having a cup of black coffee for himself, not caring enough to wear a shirt, he would bring you your drink and share it together with you in yours two bedroom.

He would always make sure that you have eaten, drank and are well rested. He would send you reminders throughout the day, when he is not in the battlefield, asking you how is your day going and reminding you to drink and get a snack.

He would always take care of you when you are sick, he would take a few days off to make sure you got all the medication you need, making you warm tea and cooking to the best of his abilities, giving up at one point and ordering you the best chicken soup. You would later teach him how to make one and he would cook it for you any time you are sick, staying by your side.

When he loves - he loves. He isn't the one to cheat, even drunk he would tell everyone about his 'craziest and best significant other' he has. He would be loyal and trust you as much as he trusts himself. Good luck trying to get rid of him if you ever want to.

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"Shadow-1 Goes Dark"

Phillip "Shadow-1" Graves x fem!OC

Chapter 2

She is one of the best snipers in the forces, getting appointed to Task Force 141 was one of the biggest achievements in her life, everything changes when a mission goes wrong and she is met with a choice that is questioning her loyalty and morals. What or should I say who will she choose? That's up to Alice "James" Warren to do.

cw: typical cod violence, blood, needles, swearing, and that's it I think

word count: 2,6k

part one available here

also available on AO3 here

“Bloo…”

nothing.

“Emerg…”

nothing.

“Fuck…”

nothing.

“Shad…”

nothing.

Darkness was a consuming state, once you are in, there is barely a way out. Alice knew it better than anyone, seeing people getting permanently consumed by it, they never came back. Looks like she was an exception, her eyes slowly opened as she was getting used to the light and the numb feeling over her whole body.

She tried to move, but pangs of pain were getting through the numbing sensation causing her to grimace and abandon her attempts for now. When she got used to the light, the grey walls were the first thing she saw. She would start worrying over being in an unknown room after being attacked by the enemy, but her bandaged stomach under what looked like a plain white t-shirt nudged her brain in a different direction. Why would they keep her alive, she was shot, bleeding and most probably one foot in the grave?

She turned her head to the side, the grey walls were pressing on her, making her feel like suffocating. The room wasn’t big or flashy, dark grey walls, some plain lamp on the ceiling giving just enough light to make her visible in her bed with various tubes connected to her arms. The beeping noise of the machines would definitely give her a headache if she wasn’t so numb.

Maybe it was a hallucination, or a blur caused by her blood loss, and she was still laying in that scarlet snow, somewhere in the Finnish forest, with enemy forces celebrating the win over them just down the road. She closed her eyes, she wasn’t used to feeling so weak and vulnerable, with her patched up stomach. She had scars before, not one, not two, more. Stab wounds, gunshots, explosive shrapnel on her forearm, her skin has seen it all.

Her gaze dropped down at the white shirt, that had a few droplets of dried blood on it, probably got through her bandages. Where was she? It wasn’t a hospital, it wasn’t anything she was used to with Task Force, this place was completely unfamiliar and had a weird atmosphere to it.

Her senses prickled when the door opened, and in the shadows of the light she saw two figures, one of a man and one a woman to his side. She was on high alert, her body being used to take the defensive strategy against all the unrecognizable and potential threats, but right now she could hardly move her hands, or even think of a weapon or how to protect herself. She was there completely disarmed and opened to whoever it was.

Her heart skipped an unfamiliar beat when the man came closer to her bed, and she finally saw his face. Dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and all so familiar scar on the right cheek. Phillip Graves was standing near her bed, looking at her with what seemed like worry in his eyes. She hated when people pitied her, she hated being vulnerable, she hated not being in touch with her surroundings, when her own body was failing her, her consciousness returning but she didn’t know for how long it will stay.

When she lowered her eyes to his mouth, she understood that he was talking to her, snapping out of her thoughts, she blinked a few times at him, focusing on what he was saying.

“…rren?”

She caught the ending of his word, while he turned to the woman who was still standing at the door “Are you sure she didn’t suffer any damage to the head?” he asked her and glanced back at Alice, taking in her state.

“Yes, sir. No damage to the head received by Miss Warren.” The woman spoke, her voice trembling a little no matter the confidence she put into her words. It was obvious she was under his command, but was she afraid of him? Alice was too tired and disoriented to think about it for any longer.

“Why is she not responding then? You must check again.” He threw over his shoulder at the nurse, looking Alice over, his hands on his hips. Was he looking concerned? Maybe, it was hard to tell.

“I’m fine.” She said, tilting her head to the side, to move her neck muscles a little, it was too sore for her liking, and she hissed.

“Sergeant? You hearin’ me?” He leaned a little closer to check if she is actually listening to him. She closed her eyes for a second, bringing her hand to her face and rubbing her eyes a little. She hated too much attention on her, especially in such vulnerable state.

“Yeah, Graves, solid copy if you prefer.” She sighed and looked back up at him. His blue eyes found hers and silence fell over the room for a few moments, as the man was bracing himself for what he was about to say next, he didn’t know why he would rethink his next words, but something in his chest was holding him back. It was strong enough to keep him silent only for a few seconds, so he continued.

“I don’t want to.. jump back to work immediately.” His eyes slid over her body, focusing on her stomach and her leg that was being held firmly by the medical cast, and then he met her eyes again. Her eyes that were telling him enough to understand that he shall continue. “There’s been a notice of your administrative separation, Alice.”

These words had a sobering up effect on her, apart from the fact that she wasn’t even drunk to begin with. Her mind cleared up a little, words ‘Administrative Separation notice’ echoing off the walls of her skull and jumping right back into her mind. They couldn’t possibly fire her, for what? She hasn’t broken any laws or disobeyed any orders. She got hit on a mission, that wasn’t a war crime, was it?

Graves watched her carefully, he practically saw the thinking process behind her eyes, how she was trying to put the pieces together, but they didn’t match. They weren’t close but he often observed her during missions, watching her moves and how she does her work. He was always surprised to see her quick and cold work; she didn’t think twice about pulling the trigger. She has thought about it thrice before coming to the battlefield, she always knew who her friends were and who she couldn’t let walk away from the field.

These were some of the reasons the notice of her being fired sounded weird, why would they do that?

“There was a meeting, Task Force and all the big bad guys from up there,” he pointed at the ceiling indicating he meant the directing and commanding part of the forces, “They decided you were unfit for work in the team and that your action.. how to call it? Were unprofessional.” He concluded.

Unfit for the work in the team? They decided that? Her eyes grew heavier, her mind wasn’t at its full capacity yet to think so much on such matters. She didn’t want to believe in it, she never gave them a reason to doubt her actions. Her eyes widened a little, just enough for Graves to catch that, making a mental note of her behavior.

She didn’t respond to him; she simply didn’t know what to tell him. How does one react to almost dying, then getting fired in such a short amount of time?

The thought that hit her right after, was that she had nothing left now. She had to give up her rank, her work was taken away from her, apart from her mother back in the UK she didn’t have anything left of her own. Where was she supposed to go now? What was she supposed to do now? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, questions filled her head, that slowly started to ache, she had too many questions and no answers, which was the state she hated.

“Where am I?” if she wanted to start solving the situation, she had to start with the basics.

“United States, Shadow Company headquarters, medical wing.” If she was thinking clearer, she’d roll her eyes at his what sounded proud and half amused tone.

But what was she doing in States? She was in Finland with everyone else, including Graves, for how long has she been out?

“It’s been a few days since your.. incident. Mission was successful. That’s all that I can tell you considering your position now.” He said, sitting down on the chair next to her bed, facing her, looking, watching, waiting for her reaction. He didn’t know why, but something in him wanted to get a reaction out of her. She looked too collected and too calculating for her own good, he couldn’t help but want to catch those micro expressions on her face, her slightly widening eyes, her furrowed brows, the empty stare while she was inside her thoughts not listening to the surrounding world. He didn’t want to admit it, but she intrigued him in more than military way, yes, he was interested in her skills, combat, and abilities, but there was more of that human part. How did she react to different situations, did she react at all? What was she doing when something went wrong? Would she leave her team behind if it granted her freedom and helped her survive? He wanted to get inside her head and look at the world with her eyes, to understand how it is being that human.“Why am I here?” she broke the silence staring at the wall in front of her.

“Well, you got hit, we were nearby, whoever attacked you left probably, heard the heli getting close.”

“Why am I here?”

He was silent for a few seconds, making her think the answer to the question either didn’t exist or was too bad for her to know. A few moments later, he exhaled and ran a hand through his hair, was he nervous? That wasn’t a typical behavior for him, both she and him knew that.

“They left without you.”

And that was enough for her pounding headache to hit her with the full strength of it, making her close her eyes and rub her forehead. They left her. Left without her. Her radio was destroyed, lost in the snow during the fight, there was no opportunity to reach out to her, but she wasn’t that far away? It would be a quick walk up the hill to the place she occupied with her riffle, she knew them well enough to know they wouldn’t leave a team member out there, without checking. She has worked with Ghost on other missions previously, even before Task Force 141, and she knew that the man put lives and safety of those under him higher than his own. Would he leave her out there after her radio silence and the lack of sniper assistance?

Her thoughts flew back to a blurry memory of her, Ghost, and Soap in a small on road shop in the middle of nowhere, trying to figure out what “Maito” meant. Soap didn’t want to accept any of their suggestions, clearly teasing them both. He got Ghost grunting a silent “MacTavish shut up.” After the cashier sent them all a half bored half death glare look.

“Aiotko ostaa sen vai vain tuijottaa sitä?”

Three pairs of eyes stared at her with different expressions, trying to understand what she wanted from them, but miserably failing, assuming that it was Finnish and neither of them knew it. Soap put the bottle back and they all decided to leave the shop, not getting into the mess with the angry cashier.

“But that’s not all.” Graves words brought her back to reality, out of her thoughts. She turned to face him, expecting to hear more about how she’s been discharged and will write her a bill for occupying a bed in his medical wing.

“I’ve heard about your work, seen your records. You’ve been discharged from Task Force and your post, so I am willing to make you an offer. You don’t have to give your answer now, but I think Shadow Company would benefit from a soldier like you.”

This day couldn’t get weirder than it already was, could it? Maybe the end of the world or a meteor could add some spice, but for now this was more than enough to mark this day as the one that doesn’t make sense at all.

“On what terms?”

“Heal, go through selection process, show a few of your tricks, that’s it, you’re in.”

She didn’t reply, her mind occupied with all the pros and cons of the situation. She had nowhere to go, she had no one to turn to, she didn’t want to bother her mother who was already used to her life without her daughter in it. He was offering her a place to work, live and train, guard a few politicians, and scare bad guys on the field.

Perhaps it was the state she was in, or just her feeling of vulnerability she wanted to hide so badly, she didn’t know why but she didn’t see how agreeing to his offer would hurt her. Maybe he was using the situation to get her on board with him, maybe he lied about her notice and set her up for something she didn’t know, but right now she didn’t have anything to lose either way, so she decided to act and figure out the details later.

Giving him a curt nod of her head, she voiced her agreement, taking him by surprise just a bit. He expected her to agree, without taking any time to weight the situation and process the actions of the last few days. Maybe he offered her that today exactly for that reason, he took her agreement with a nod of his own.

“You need to heal your leg and stomach; you can stay here during that time if you want. You’ll have a few guys run back and forth in here, ask them if you need something. Later, when you are back in the shape you will get a tour of the place and a deeper insight in your future process.” He stood, giving her a smile that looked too cold even for him.

Neither of them doubted she will pass the selection with flying colors and will join the company on merit, showcasing her skills and tricks to people who were apparently to rate her.

She accepted the fact that she could’ve just done the biggest mistake of her life, throwing herself into the unknown without proper evaluation and getting more information on the matter. She would care if she had something to lose with that, but as her most valuable things in her life were a pair of dog tags and her riffle, which she probably lost in the fight back there in Finland, she thought that it can’t get any worse. At least for her.

“Welcome home, Shadow 2-2.”

translation of the Finnish phrase "Are you going to buy it or just stare at it?

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