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A Reason To Try

Chapter 4 - New Directive

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Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on AO3 for any of your triggers

Alex Keller X Original FMC 5.8k words - AO3 Link

Madeline was able to get the gist of the one side of the conversation she could hear from Alex and her blood ran cold. They weren’t going to take them with them. After all of this they were going to be left behind. She should have just stayed home, stayed holed up in the apartment like she wanted to do to begin with. Now they were out there in the middle of nowhere and there was no way she could get back to the apartment now. Their car was busted, she could smell smoke, and they were just going to be left to fend for themselves.

“I’m not leaving them behind,” Alex said smoothly back to Graves over the comms as he looked over at Madeline in the passenger seat for a second. He didn’t even need to think about it. He had said he’d get them to safety and he was going to make sure he kept that vow.

“Then don’t Keller. We can do it without you.” Graves answered back.

“Price is this your directive?” Alex asked into the mic, ignoring Graves. He found the hangar; it wasn’t hard to miss since it was the only one with lights on and multiple cars. Sliding a bit on the ice he squealed the car to a stop, jolting in his seat against the seatbelt at the sudden movement. “Stay here,” Alex said to Madeline who was already unbuckling her seatbelt.

“So you can ditch us? I don’t think so,” Madeline snapped as she got the belt off and let the buckle crack against the window in her haste. “I’ll be right back E, just need to sort a few things out,” she said turning back to look at him and Everett just nodded. He was exhausted, all of the fight and fear drained from him. She turned the volume up on the radio a few degrees for good measure; he didn’t need to hear them all yelling if it came to that.

“I’m not ditching you,” Alex answered as he watched her come around the car to walk alongside him. She looked fierce and determined, even if she was terrified. “I would have done that back in downtown Boston if that was my plan,” he snapped, wondering if she really thought that lowly of him after all this.

“I don’t know you,” Madeline said as she stomped next to him, her eyes roving over him as if sizing him up for good measure. “You brought us here because it was convenient and you needed the car. But when we’re no longer an easy task then what?” She knew how these things could go. How many times had she been left behind by the ‘good guy’ in her life. Too many.

“Listen, if I-“ Alex started determined to defend himself but then stopped. Graves had walked over in their little tiff and was staring at them with his head slightly cocked, an amused look on his face and hand holding a pistol at his side. Alex instantly grabbed Madeline’s wrist and yanked her to a hard stop before she got too close to the guy and his small band of Shadows. She shook him off about to snap at him when she caught why Alex had stopped her.

“Get back in the car,” Graves greeted while raising his gun to point right at Madeline who shot her hands in the air. Alex didn’t budge, didn’t even flinch, because Graves was not the first or last person that would threaten him with a loaded weapon. “This is my directive, this is my operation,” he said answering Alex’s last question before glancing at Price with a smirk. Price looked highly unimpressed but outnumbered by the other Shadows there wasn’t much he could do. “Either you come with us now Keller, or you get back in that fucking car.” He shrugged, “or I can shoot you both for holding me up. I’m not picky.”

“What the fuck Graves?” Alex asked as he stared at the man. He saw Graves flip the safety off as he continued to point it at Madeline and Alex subtly sidestepped to get in the line of fire.

If Madeline had any sense she would have cowered and gone right back to the car. But she stood her ground, legs shaking and feeling like she was going to faint as she stared at the man pointing a gun at her. She wasn’t going to risk Everett’s safety because this guy was seemingly on a power trip based on everyone else’s reactions to him. This must be the guy that Alex had said kept his Shadows on a string like puppets. She opened her mouth to say something but Alex blocked her eyeline, his broad shoulders stepping in the way of the barrel aimed at her. Maybe it was a good thing she kept her snark to herself.

“We aren’t risking ourselves for two people, not on a mission this big. We don’t get this potential cure it’s over for everyone.” Graves shrugged, “I’m not making you come along. If you want to stay here and play the white knight for her like you did for Farah,” he smirked, “be my guest. But you have ten seconds to make a choice before I make it for you.”

“Leave me your keys and a few guns,” Alex said to Price as he looked over at him, ignoring Graves and his taunts. The asshole liked being the center of attention and he wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction. “I’ll get them to the CDC,” he stated and Price nodded.

“Always so chivalrous,” Graves taunted. “I’ll be sure to let Farah know that you ignored her orders too.” He laughed at Alex’s glare before turning around, rotating his free hand in the air in a circle. “Round up boys. We’re leaving.”

“You can’t be serious. We can’t drive through this, we barely got here!” Madeline said feeling rage boiling up in her as she stomped up to Alex’s back, knocking her shoulder into his as she moved to walk around him. “You’re leaving us to die!” Madeline yelled loudly at the man called Graves who didn’t even bother to look back as he climbed into the plane.

“He’s been known to do that,” Alex answered flatly as he looked at Price and Ghost who were walking over.

“We have to go with him,” Price said quietly as he handed the keys over. “You know what he’s done in the past, I’m not letting him go unattended.” His eyes darted over to Madeline and she stared right back at him, not even flinching as the guy in the skull mask crossed his arms and assessed her.

“I get it,” Alex answered as he took the keys to one of the large SUVs; a Tahoe. “Probably take us a few days to get there,” he explained as Madeline continued to look between them all like they were insane. “How much can you leave me?”

“Full crate,” Gaz answered as he walked over. “You��ll need to get gas though,” he stated as he looked over his shoulder as the plane whirred to life. “Soap is already on making sure they don’t leave us all behind.” He paused and smirked, “or maybe strangling Graves, not sure.”

“He’d deserve it,” Madeline seethed as she looked at the pilot through the front window of the plane as they flipped switches. “Any of you pilots? Just shoot him and take it,” she reasoned. She had never been one to advocate for murder but for Everett, she found it wasn’t fully off the table. "He doesn't even know where they are, didn't even bother to ask," she tapped her foot impatiently wondering if she could use that as a bargaining chip to get on the plane. "I talked to my sister on the phone, they're hiding in a school." She wasn't going to risk her sister she decided a second later.

“Just the occasional helo,” the one with the skull mask said which elicited a chuckle from the man in a baseball cap. “We need them even if we don’t want them,” he tacked on, “otherwise I would.”

"A school?" Price interjected quickly looking at Madeline. "Last I knew they were at a local hospital."

"Yeah, well I'm willing to bet sick people also went to the same hospital," Madeline answered crossing her arms mirroring Ghost's body language. "She said it's the biggest building in the town nearest the airfield. Don't tell that asshole," she gestured with a jerk of her chin, "he'll probably push you out of the plane if he thinks you aren't of use."

Price chuckled and cut his eyes at the man in the skull mask before nodding. "Noted. Still in Parupa?" And when Madeleine quietly said yes he let it drop.

“Go,” Alex said after a second to the team, his eyes flicking over Madeline’s face which was twisted with anger as she pointedly looked away from all of them at the plane. “Get to them before it's too late. I’ve got this, I’ll see you in a few days,” he finished. When Price clapped him on the arm, they all nodded at one another before the three of them jogged back to the plane.

He wasn’t going to ask any of them to stay behind, even if he could use the help. For all that Graves was this mission was much more important and they all knew it. Alex also knew they could use him as an extra set of hands but wasn’t going to leave Madeline and Everett to fend for themselves after he dragged them out there. And not especially when her sister, who could potentially put a stop to all of this, was depending on him to keep her family alive.

“Alex, are you crazy? We need to get on that plane,” Madeline said as the other men got out of earshot. “If we just get on…they wouldn’t-” she stepped toward the plane as if she were going to march over and demand they let them on. Alex grabbed the hood of her jacket swiftly, she really was like wrangling a temperamental child, which stopped her. She twisted to get him to let go but he held fast and she whirled on him. “At least send Everett,” she demanded, “he can’t do this with us. He’s six, how are we supposed to do this with a child?” She gestured at the car where Everett was still settled in.

“You heard him, they are going right for your sister. They aren’t stopping and honestly, they need to get to her as fast as possible after that phone call you had with her.” Alex stated as he stared at her in the car headlights. The look of fear on Madeline’s face at the reminder of what her sister was going through was enough to make his gut twist in guilt. “It should be a relative straight shot to Atlanta if we leave now before everything can be blockaded.” He added on trying to change the subject a bit.

The plane roared as it began to move forward and Madeline pushed her hair off her face as it blew this way and that as she watched it taxi. Their ticket out of Boston was slowly rolling away right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do about it. She sighed before twisting away from Alex defeated, the fight draining out of her as fast as it had come on. She was tired, so tired, and couldn’t even begin to fathom what was lying ahead of them if getting out of Boston had been this bad so early. She watched Alex for a second as he let his hand fall to his side before she walked back toward the car to where Everett was waiting to tell him plans were changing. Again.

Alex watched her go before heading to one of the SUV’s, hitting the key fob to figure out which one it was. Opening the trunk, he pulled a crate of weapons toward him and began to take stock of what was left behind. It was a decent amount thankfully. A M-16, plenty of bullets, a few grenades, flares, rounds for his pistol and even another set of pistols. He had a feeling that Gaz may have slipped a few extra things in there for him when he realized what was happening; knowing Alex wasn’t going to just ditch Madeline and Everett. Just like when he hadn’t left Farah in her moment of need. Well the first time. The thought of her alone in this right now sent a jolt of regret down his spine as he slammed the trunk shut and pocketed the keys.

“I know it’s cold bud,” Madeline answered Everett’s quiet complaint as she stared at the contraption of his booster seat. There were straps that led to nowhere, buckles, a button and even a crank handle. She had no idea how any of this worked, Josephine had set this up and they had never had a need to remove it.

“Ready?” Alex asked as he walked over, slinging his M-16 over his shoulder as Madeline struggled with the booster seat to get it out. Everett was standing next to the car, his hand holding on tight to the doorhandle as if Madeline had given him instruction to hold still and not leave.

“I can’t get his seat,” Madeline answered frustrated as she shook the stupid thing and tugged harder before shoving it away from her with a frustrated grunt. She glared at it before grabbing at it again and tugging hard at the straps that held it onto the base. It didn’t budge and she almost screamed in frustration; not necessarily at the seat but with everything else that was happening. The seat was going to be the final straw.

“Hang on,” Alex said, realizing Madeline was about to lose it. He quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her out from the car, tugging a little harder as she held fast to the seat as if she’d drag it out with her. “Let me give it a shot. Take a breather,” he said as Madeline slapped at his hands to get him to let go. He did swiftly and put his hands up innocently as she straightened herself. “Go to the SUV,” he instructed as he looked down at her as she grabbed Everett’s hand. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Madeline huffed as she took Everett’s hand and headed toward the Tahoe, scooping up the duffle and backpack that she had unceremoniously tossed out the car moments before. Everett had barely reacted when she told him they weren’t getting on the plane, but were instead driving. He just blinked quietly at her which concerned her more, she would have preferred another breakdown even if it broke her heart compared to the silence. He didn’t even laugh at her as she yelled in frustration like he normally did when she had her little tantrums that Josephine had akin to E’s toddler tantrums; something he found highly entertaining.

Alex was muttering to himself as he followed the seatbelt lines to see if he could figure out where it hooked when he heard the snarl. It was quiet, almost lost on the wind, but he definitely heard it. He paused in his work and looked through the back window across the way from him and he saw the movement in the shadows. Slipping back out of the car he hustled back into a crouching position, slipping his M-16 back over his arm and bracing the butt against his shoulder. He looked over to the SUV where Madeline was still half in, helping Everett get up and loading the bags, she was oblivious.

“Get in the car!” Alex yelled as he saw one move around the side of the hangar. It would get there before he could. He aimed down his sights but he didn’t have the shot, it was stumbling as it ran and he knew his yell had caught the attention of the one he had spotted before. He couldn’t wait. Slamming the door shut, trying to make more noise to draw them to him, he began running for the SUV. It wasn’t far but he could hear the slapping of footsteps following him. These things were fast, too fast.

Madeline snapped her eyes up at Alex’s yell and it took her a second to figure out what he was yelling about before she saw it. There was one on the other side of the SUV in the hangar and she could see more moving up the airfield. They must have been drawn by the sound of the plane in the relative silence of the area. She didn’t hesitate, she climbed right in the backseat with Everett and slammed the door shut before looking at Alex running right for the car.

“Shit,” Madeline whined as she saw two of them right on Alex’s tail. He was going to need to dive in if he was going to avoid them, even just stopping to open the door could be the difference between life and death for him. She didn’t want to open the door by Everett because there was one still close in the hangar but she couldn’t just leave Alex either. Making a split second decision she scrambled over the center console, her legs flailing as she hauled herself up. The bottoms of her wet shoes from the melted ice and snow slipped on the leather but she finally made it and she flopped on her stomach on the seat. Frantically she pulled on the doorhandle, fumbling with the lock before flinging the door open and hustling backwards to get out of the way.

Alex grabbed the SUV door as it opened and jumped in, throwing his gun at Madeline ahead of him before slamming the door quick and fast enough he almost trapped his hand in it. The things collided with the metal a less than a second later and the Tahoe rocked to the side a bit at the hard impact. He was panting as he stared at the window as two of them scrabbled and clawed at the glass, foaming blood from their mouth as they shrieked. Pushing his foot on the brake he hit the push start and the engine roared to life and the headlights lit up more of them running right at them.

“Put on your seatbelt,” Madeline instructed to Everett as she righted herself in the passenger seat, holding the gun that was much too heavy in her hands. Her nephew hadn’t even screamed at the things attacking but instead looked at her puzzled for a second. He was obviously still waiting for his seat, never riding in the car without it before. Madeline gestured for him to hurry up before he reached for the belt and buckled himself in after fumbling with it for a second. She nodded at Alex who was looking at her before he hit the gas and they began moving.

There were a decent amount of the things running up the runway and Madeline stared as they flew past them, the V-8 engine roaring as they went back out the way they had come in. Josephine’s car was still sitting where they left it, the engine still running and lights on which drew the attention of some. They descended on it like ants and a few were ripping at the seats and things inside in an angry frenzy as if they were hunting for someone hiding inside.

“Thanks for getting the door,” Alex said after they turned back on the road before gesturing at the gun Madeline was still holding. Her hands were holding it tightly, though the look on her face portrayed unfamiliarly and a tinge of fear of it. “You can set that on the floorboard behind you,” he instructed and she stared at him, eyes darting to Everett who was sitting there. “Safety’s on,” he said with a small grin before holding his hand out to her to take it instead.

“I wasn’t going to leave you to fend for yourself,” Madeline answered simply as she hefted the gun over to him. She watched as he shifted it up one handed, despite the weight, and lifted it back behind their seats without taking his eyes off the road and set it on the floor. She peered behind her seat at the floorboard for a second before looking up at Everett who was leaned against his seatbelt to look at the gun at his feet. His legs were too short to the touch the floor but it was still too close for her comfort as she pointed at Everett to sit back in his seat. “Don’t touch it,” she warned as he stared at her. “Lean back and try to get some sleep, we’ll be in the car for a bit.”

“We’re going to need gas before long,” Alex said quietly as Madeline turned back in her seat again to face front. Everett had leaned his head up against the car window and was staring out into the dark, his eyes growing heavier with every second. “Gaz said it low and looking at the gauge we’re at a quarter of a tank. I don’t want to get on backroads and run out. We need to avoid main roads for a bit,” he continued as Madeline pointed where he needed to go next.

“There’s a 7-Eleven not far,” she stated looking back at Everett again whose eyes had finally shut. “I could use some water and he’s going to be hungry before long,” she reasoned just as her stomach gave a growl. “I guess me too,” she sighed and rubbed her stomach a bit.

“It needs to be in and out,” Alex said as he darted around a few slow cars, “I don’t want to get caught up in the mess as everyone starts raiding and trying to get supplies. Plus, crowds will just draw their attention,” he continued as he flipped the radio on low to see if there was anything else besides the emergency broadcast. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before the radios cut out altogether.

“My sister had a stack of cash stockpiled away,” Madeline explained, “I put it in her backpack. She’s, well, we used to poke fun at her preparing for the end of the world. I guess her line of work it sometimes felt like it, but I never thought it would happen,” she sighed running a hand through her hair which was a knotted mess from being whipped around in the wind. “We can just pay cash, get in and out. I don’t even know if I have my purse anymore to be honest,” she sighed thinking about where she had last seen it.

“If there is even an attendant,” Alex said as he saw a sign for the convenience store. “Don’t linger around. I’ll fill up, you go get food and anything else you think we may need. If there is no one around just leave what you think is good. Or just walk out for that matter.” At the look on Madeline’s face he shrugged, “I doubt anyone is going to arrest you for lifting some gatorades and gas station snacks. They’ve got other things to worry about.”

“I...well, fair,” Madeline conceded as they turned down the road that had the gas station and a few fast-food restaurants. The restaurants were still closed at this hour but the 7-Eleven was lit up brightly and Madeline saw another car there filling up their tank and two extra cans as well. “Do you have any of those?” She asked as she pointed at one of the red gas cans as Alex checked which side to park the car on to fill up.

“No,” he answered, “see if they have any inside. Wouldn’t be a bad idea to get an extra can or two.” He peered at the store, looking for any signs of distress, or those things, but everything seemed well. It was empty save for the other car and Alex climbed out first, careful to make direct eye contact with the man filling up so they were both aware of one another. And also noting they were both armed.

“I need to pee,” Everett piped up suddenly from the backseat and Madeline sighed. She knew he just wanted to go in the store and hustle her for some candy. But if he peed now, they wouldn’t have to stop for a while. “Please,” he whined as he undid his seatbelt.

“Fine,” Madeline said quickly as she watched at Alex flip through his wallet and slip a card into the pump to start. He was leaned casually against the side of the car but she caught that his right hand was resting just above where his pistol sat strapped to his leg. “In and out. No playing,” she instructed as Everett rolled his eyes at her, “I mean it E. You go in, you go pee and you come right back out here to Alex.”

Everett opened the door and Alex’s head shot up as he saw the kid climb out before Madeline came around and held her hand out to him.

“Hang on,” Alex said as he pushed up from the car. “This isn’t a fun shopping trip,” he said as he looked at Everett who tugged on Madeline’s arm.

“I’m aware. He needs the bathroom,” Madeline said as Everett swung her arm impatiently “I’m going to let him go in and send him right back out to you,” she explained before giving a step as Everett tugged again.

“Give me a second and I’ll take him,” Alex reasoned as he stared at the gas pump. He still had a bit to go before it was full. He didn’t much like Madeline going in alone as it was, even if it was faster if they worked in tandem. Sending Everett with her was a whole other risk of security if something happened.

“I can go to the bathroom on my own,” Everett said impatiently.

“That’s not the issue,” Alex answered.

“We’ll be fine. Finish up here, I’ll send him out with a gas can,” Madeline offered as she looked around. Things were still quiet and the driver of the other car a row over was loading up one of his gas cans into his trunk. Soon it would just be them there. “I’ll be quick.”

Alex huffed; he didn’t like it but arguing was wasting time. He nodded once and watched them cross the small parking lot and head inside the store. He glanced at his watch on his wrist and decided they would get three minutes before he walked in there himself. Hanging his hand back down by his side he turned to look at the gas pump numbers steadily climb.

“Go,” Madeline said as she came back out of the women’s bathroom, checking to make sure it was empty. Everett had protested wanting to use the men’s but Madeline put her foot down at that. He went in with a grumble and she turned around and walked to the closest aisle with the hand basket she had scooped up to start grabbing things. She was just putting things in the basket without paying attention, not really caring what it was just that it was some type of easy food. She peered around for the attendant and didn’t see one which made her uneasy but it was possible they were just in the back room or something.

Turning down another aisle Madeline glanced up at the rounded mirror on the ceiling to make sure she could still see the bathroom door as she browsed. She grabbed up some pain medication, her head was still pounding, and also decided that Pepto also wasn’t a bad idea with all this junk food. A few other little things like hygiene products, hand sanitizer and even a map off an endcap hanger were tossed in the basket by the time Everett walked out shaking his hands. He didn’t like using the air dryers and she was guessing there weren’t any paper towels.

“Right out to Alex,” Madeline instructed as she pointed to the door, snatching up a gas can in the car section they passed. Everett nodded before grabbing something he wanted from the front counter, a bag of skittles, and holding them to her. She sighed and tossed it in the basket before watching him walk toward the automatic doors and out to the parking lot. Alex was watching him, he made brief eye contact with Madeline and nodded and she turned back into the store to continue.

“Thanks,” Alex said as Everett handed the can to him before he opened the door for the kid. He indicated for Everett to climb in and gave him a small boost with how high the step up was. “Did she say how long she’d be?” Alex asked as he watched Everett climb to the very back row to sprawl out and lay down.

“No, she had a lot in the basket though,” Everett answered as he yawned and stretched out a bit. “How far are we going?”

“Long ways,” Alex answered as the pump finally clicked off. It was a wonder anyone could afford to fill these things on the regular. He shifted the pump to fill the gas can now before glancing over his shoulder to do another area sweep. The guy that was filling up the other car was gone and Alex whirled to see where he had gotten off to. “Damn it,” Alex muttered as he looked at Everett who was settled in. “Stay in the car,” he ordered pointing at the kid who nodded at him. He slammed the door shut and locked it before jogging toward the store.

Madeline was grabbing drinks in the back when the sound of the automatic door opened again. She turned to see who it was but didn’t spot anyone. She threw a few more gatorades in the basket, a few iced coffees and some plain water when she heard steps approaching. She figured it was Alex and she opened her mouth to tell him she was almost done when she realized it was not him. It was the guy they had seen filling up his car, he was eyeing her as he opened a cooler to grab a drink himself. Not wanting to linger Madeline shut her mouth and turned away, heading back up toward the front. But he shut the cooler door and followed her.

Shifting tactics, sure she was being paranoid, Madeline ventured back to the personal hygiene aisle. She stopped specifically in front of the feminine products. He followed a bit too close for comfort and she dared to dart her eyes over to him as she blindly grabbed things and threw them in the basket. He was staring and she realized he had blocked her way out the aisle out unless she went further back into the store, further away from the store exit.

“Can I help you?” Madeline finally asked as she turned to face him fully. She had learned in her years growing up that men did not like being confronted by people they were leering at. Eye contact made them extremely uncomfortable when a woman stood up for themselves. “Wife need pads?” She asked holding up a pack sarcastically before tossing it into her basket. “Tampons?” She nudged a box as the guy stepped closer.

“I want what you have,” the guy answered simply as he shifted his jacket back to show the gun in his waistband. “All of it. The gas, the SUV, your guy’s guns,” he smirked. “You can come along to, leave the kid though.”

Alex was in the store and he paused at the rain mat looking around to see if he could see Madeline. There was no one working at the counter and he paused as he heard voices then a very strained voice call out his name. Alex felt his stomach drop a bit as he unholstered his pistol and looked for the mirrors to see if he could find her quickly as he walked.

Madeline had gambled that the second time the doors had opened that evening it was Alex coming in now. She knew she had been gone too long and he was hopefully coming to corral her back to the car. If it was someone else that was with this guy she knew she was screwed. Condoms and pregnancy tests were not ideal self defense items.

“I’ll be staying with my nephew in our SUV,” Madeline answered a bit louder than needed. “And my guy,” she said sarcastically, “is our military escort. I would suggest you rethink what you are demanding.” Her eyes darted up to the mirror and she saw Alex headed her way, he was two aisles away. He had his pistol raised and ready but met her eyes in the reflection with a small nod. “Go back out to your car, and take these with you,” she snapped before throwing a package of pH wipes at the guy to distract him so he would instinctively reach out catch them being thrown at his face. He did. Taking the diversion, Madeline darted down the back of aisle and she heard the guy snarl and attempt to come after her.

“I wouldn’t try it,” Alex answered as he came up behind the guy. His voice was even and calm but he purposely flipped the safety off on his pistol so the click could be heard. The man had reached for his own gun but stopped as he turned around with his hands slightly raised looking at Alex. “We’re leaving,” he glanced at Madeline who was at the other end of the aisle behind the edge peering at him. He nodded his head toward the door and she listened without hesitation. She went right toward the door, not even pausing to drop money on the counter.

“You come out that door in less than a minute I will drop you,” Alex warned the guy as he stared him down. “I won’t miss either,” he tacked on and when the guy nodded Alex lowered his gun a fraction of an inch. “Don’t-“ Alex warned as the man went for the pistol in his waist band.

Madeline heard Alex say 'don't' followed by three gunshots in rapid succession. She flinched and whirled back around to go into the store, having been almost out the door.

"Alex?!" Madeline yelled out as she doubled back to find him, dread filling her as only silence met her ears.

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indigosunsetao3 · 2 days

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☺️☺️This made my vacation. And I also signed up to get a personalized signed picture from Elliot as a gift to myself for getting a new job.

Oh yeah, speaking of that. It’s been a busy vacation. I officially resigned from my job of six years yesterday to move on to another with a much better salary and title. I was just waiting on everything to be squared away at the new place before I made it official and it all came together Tuesday afternoon.

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indigosunsetao3 · 4 days

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Little Insight About Me

Since I was a kid I’ve had extremely vivid dreams. Dreams so detailed, and in color, that sometimes when I wake up from them I have a hard time figuring out what is real and what isn’t for a second. There’s plenty of times I’ve had to get out of bed, go to the bathroom and turn on the light (even if I hiss at the sudden intrusion of light) to sort of reset myself.

I remember most dreams when I wake up. Sometimes I’ll forget as the day goes on but the ones I really want to recall I’ll write down. Not all of them are farfetched fantasy either, some of them are mundane everyday life.

Then later on, days, weeks, months, I’ll often be left with the thought of “did that actually happen or did I dream it?” if it wasn’t an off the wall dream. To the point I’ll have to logic my way through this ‘memory’ to figure out dream or reality.

Overall I enjoy having this…ability we’ll call it. It’s helped with a lot of my story writing and ideas (such as the one I had for Alex’s story last night) but it has it has down sides.

There’ll be times I’ll wake with a jolt, sitting up like you see in the movies. Wake up crying my eyes out and I have to get up to calm down. Laughing (which is always creepy per those that have heard it) which then makes me laugh more as I come to. Screaming, though thankfully that’s rare. And then just plain old confused as my fuzzy brain puts everything together.

Not sure where I was really going with this except to share some of my creative process? Curious if any of you all do/have the same experience. 💙

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I reread them often. And sometimes use predictions from comments in my story because maybe I hadn’t thought of that. Or you’re right and it makes excited you caught the clues. Or I want to make you happy so I make adjustments 🥰

As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

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I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you

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I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all

I love you

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Wrapping up first day of vacation. I feel like Soap would order (and enjoy the fuck out of) either one of these drinks.

Old fashion on the left and Strawberry vodka concoction on the right.

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A Reason To Try

Chapter 3 - Rendezvous

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Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on AO3 for any of your triggers

Alex Keller X Original FMC 5.3k words - AO3 Link

Snarls met Madeline’s ears and she kept her head on a swivel as she looked around for the threat. Maybe it was a small mercy it was still so early, that this didn’t happen during morning rush hour traffic or peak lunchtime in downtown Boston. Yet, there were still so many of them it sounded like and she wondered just how many people were usually out at this hour. The hospital wasn’t far from where they were and she felt a thrill of cold fear settle in her stomach at all those poor people that were probably going to be the first victims of all of this. Sick people always went to the hospital and given the fact they were open twenty-four hours a day people could come in and out easily.

“Who set off the goddamn alarm?” Graves yelled into the comms. “They’re coming from fucking everywhere now!”

“Didn’t have a choice,” Alex answered as he took aim and hit a man that was running right for him. It took two shots to get him down and Alex pivoted to shoot at another that was leaping over the trashcan. It was a Shadow and he cursed as the bullets hit his helmet and didn’t do any damage; he couldn’t afford missed shots.

“We’ve got to go,” Graves answered. “Now.”

“Thirty seconds!” Alex yelled as he finally dropped the Shadow with a shot through the eye.

“Too late Keller. I’ve lost too many men. I’m not losing more waiting on you.” Graves answered and Alex cursed.

“Hold the fucking cars!” Soap snarled, “or I’ll end what you started in Mexico. Right fucking now.”

“Stand down Soap,” Price came across. “Echo 3-1 can you get to the airfield?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” Alex answered before cutting out and corralling Madeline behind a dumpster, his eyes darting around the area. “Do you still have your car keys?” He asked Madeline who looked at him with horrified eyes. “Yes, or no. Do you have your keys?”

“I, yes I mean…the car is out front but yes, yes I have my keys,” Madeline answered rapidly as she stared at Alex. “But why? I thought you we were going to your team?” The idea that it was them alone now was terrifying. She knew her and Everett were dead weight to this man and he could easily cut them loose if it came down to him or them.

“I’ve got another way,” Alex called back. “We’ll meet you there.”

“10-4,” Price answered.

“Change of plans. We need to get to your car and get to the transport ourselves. They can’t wait, they’re already getting overrun.” Alex said to Madeline as Everett clung to his neck nearly strangling him.

“What? Are you serious?” Madeline asked a she craned her head to try and see the SUVs herself, thinking they just had to be a few yards away. “We have to go around the whole building to get back to the front!”

“I know,” Alex answered as he popped his spent clip and loaded another. “We need to move quickly and quietly,” he said as he looked at the building where they had come from. The emergency door was open and the siren was wailing still. “They’re drawn to the noise, they’re going to go for that first,” he pointed as two of the people, things, darted through the illuminated door. “We’ll use that to our advantage. It’ll keep them distracted before the alarm dies.”

Madeline looked over her shoulder at the building before back to Alex again. It was still a long ways to go all the way around, get through the front gate then down the sidewalk. But she watched as another person darted inside and she could see figures darting around inside, looking for other victims. She wondered how good their eyesight was, if they’d see them moving about outside.

“Stick to the dark spots,” Alex said as if he read Madeline’s mind. “Keep low and keep hold of me,” he instructed as Madeline nodded and reached for his back again. He felt her grasp on, her nails scraping his side through his shirt as she did so, before he moved.

They stuck to the outer wall, glad for the fact it was all brick, which was the historic way of creating fences when this place was originally built. Madeline could hear people shuffling and running about on the other side of the wall and she slapped a hand over her mouth as someone screamed in fear as they were attacked. In the distance police sirens were blaring and she flinched as a helicopter flew overhead, the spotlight darting all over the ground temporarily blinding her.

“Stop,” Alex instructed quietly, his hand moving back to push Madeline further into the wall pull her up against his back. He had seen three of them inside the main area where the lights were still on, the bright fluorescent light spilling out onto the grounds. He knew they’d be seen if they continued their route, there wasn’t any darkness to stick to. If they were spotted the things inside didn’t have to try and find a door, they would just jump right out the broken windows.

“What now?” Madline asked as she took in the situation before them. “Over the wall?” She asked looking up, it was way too far for any of them to climb without a boost.

“No,” Alex answered as he looked at Everett who was watching the people inside with a fearful fascination. “We need a diversion,” he stated before glancing back at Madeline. “Get your keys out,” he said with a nod toward her bag.

Madeline immediately dug in her pockets and produce them, her fingers gliding over the key fob before holding it up for him to see.

“Does the car beep when you lock it?” He asked to which Madeline nodded. “Hit it,” he said as he glanced at the building again. “Draw them out,” he said hoping that there weren’t more on the street that were also going to get drawn to the car. One obstacle at a time.

“Are you sure?” Madeline asked as her thumb hovered over the button. When he nodded, she hit it once, the beep loud since it was just over the wall from them. She crouched down instinctively a few more inches as did Alex. The things inside heard the noise and their heads snapped around. She looked to Alex for instruction and he nodded again so she pressed once more. They definitely wanted to get to the source of the sound now, one fully leapt out the window while the other two scrambled around one another to get out.

“Wait,” Alex said as he practically smushed Madeline against the wall with his own body. He could feel her fingers digging into his shoulders, the key fob clutched in one, and her breath on his neck as he pressed. She was shaking and he resisted the natural desire to sooth her as his eyes tracked the jerking run of the things out on the lawn. If they just looked a few feet to their left, they would be spotted. He was already planning on dropping Everett and shoving him to Madeline so he could draw the attention of the things to give them a chance to get away if they were seen. “Again,” he barely whispered as the things seemed to almost sniff at the air to try and find their prey, turning to face away from them.

When the horn went off a third time the things darted for the gate snarling and Alex let out a breath he had been holding as the last one disappeared around the corner. He felt Madeline relax slightly but her nails were still dug into his skin as she trembled. Everett was staring at where the things disappeared to and he shifted a bit in Alex’s grip, his small legs locking tight around Alex’s waist as if anticipating they would be moving again.

“Okay so they’re at the car now…which is where we need to go,” Madeline said as she looked over Alex’s shoulder. “What do we do now?”

“One step at a time,” Alex answered as he pushed to stand up to his full height again and continued to walk down the wall. He kept his eyes on the surroundings as they crept and he hesitated in his steps twice as he heard feet running down the sidewalk just over the wall. He was anticipating them turning onto the property and he raised his gun ready to drop them but nothing. When they got to the opening of the gate he peered around the edge before quickly retreating. There was half a dozen of them on the street to the left and he thought he saw a few more to the right.

“How bad?” Madeline asked as she looked up at him, her hand gripped tight on Alex’s vest. She still had the keys in hand ready to hit the unlock button any second.

“Street has a few of them, too many for me to take out,” Alex said as he palmed his gun. “We need something else,” he glanced down at his kit for anything available he could use. Flares and flashbangs would certainly draw their attention. But they would have to toss the grenade, run and hope they didn’t cross paths in their retreat. He doubted they would pass up attacking a victim for a loud bang or bright light. “Any ideas?”

“You’re asking me?” Madeline hissed incredulously as she stared at the back of his head. “I don’t have any idea, I wanted to hide if you remember,” she snarked before wracking her brain for what they could do. “Can you just…shoot into the air?” She asked and when he cut her eyes at her as if to say that was stupid, she huffed. “What about shooting out a few car windows then? Draw them to that?”

“I only have a few bullets left,” Alex admitted as he popped out the clip and looked at it before sliding it back in. “I’d prefer to use those for defense.”

“Fuck,” Madeline muttered and she saw E cut his eyes to her. Even in this moment of terror he was going to hold her to the swear jar money. “Yes I know, three dollars now,” she muttered and he shook his head.

“Five and he owes me one,” Everett answered a bit sheepishly as he glanced at Alex. The kid hadn’t missed a beat in all of their conversations.

“I’ve only got Lari’s on me currently,” Alex answered as he caught Everett’s confused face. “Trust me, you’ll make out better in the conversion,” he grinned before flinching as an explosion rocked the ground beneath them. He held on tighter to Everett as he balanced himself before looking toward the fireball in the distance. He didn’t know Boston well enough to even know where that was but Madeline answered for him.

“I think that was the airport,” she said quietly as she narrowed her eyes a bit. They weren’t far from Logan; it was just across the harbor. “That’s not where we were…” she started but Alex shook his head.

“No, airfield outside the city,” he answered as the things over the wall started running toward that sound. This was their chance. “Let’s move while they’re distracted,” he ordered before poking his head around the gate before running through, Madeline stumbling behind him to keep up. The sidewalk was empty the way they were going and when Madeline hit the button to unlock the car the lights flashed to indicate which one Alex needed to go to.

Madeline slid a bit on ice as they ran for the car and when they were close enough, she let go of Alex and wrenched the back door open so he could shove Everett inside. Her nephew went without fuss, seemingly grateful for something he was familiar with as he scrambled across the seat to his booster to strap himself in. She shrugged the duffle off and shoved it in the middle seat and moved to climb in next to him. She wasn’t about to try and drive in the state she was in and Alex seemed capable enough.

“I need you up front with me,” Alex said quickly as he reached for her shoulder, one hand on the roof of the car as he guarded her back, eyes ever vigilant to what was happening around them. “I don’t know Boston, I’ll need your help,” he explained as Madeline glanced at him. “GPS could go down and I also don’t want to take main roads, those will clog first,” he tacked on.

“Right, okay,” she said as she stood back up and slipped around Alex to the front passenger. She watched as Alex moved around the front of the car as she buckled herself in. He was quick, snapping the door shut and pulling his own seatbelt on in a matter of moments. In the dim overhead car light she could see the stress on his face that he had kept out of his voice this whole time. He had rested his gun in his lap as he hit the press start on the car and quickly threw it into reverse before cutting the wheel to pull into the street.

“Do you know where Hanscom Airforce base is?” Alex asked as soft children’s music played over satellite radio. He shifted the rearview mirror to see better and found Everett watching him carefully, though his head was leaned back in his seat. “That’s where we are headed.”

“You want Hanscom field, not the base,” Madeline answered quickly. “The base is just their systems,” she continued before sighing, “I had a, ah, acquaintance in the Airforce that was stationed there.” She was not about to tell this stranger, or her nephew, that this acquaintance was a two am hookup situation. “They’re literally across the street from one another. Take a right here and follow this for a bit.”

“Right,” Alex answered swiftly, he got the implied information without her saying it. “Graves would be vague with his information on purpose,” he stated more to himself than Madeline as he zipped down the street. The traffic lights in this area were flashing yellow, he wasn’t sure if that was normal since it was this early in the morning or because the emergency. “I need to switch over,” he said gesturing to the radio, he wanted local stations to see if information was being broadcasted. “Local station,” he instructed as Madeline quickly flipped the source.

A loud blaring alarm met their ears compared to the sticky sweet kids’ songs and Madeline turned the volume down more. It was the same alarm her phone had broadcasted and she looked at Alex who glanced at the radio nobs and spun one to find a new station. Same thing. Another station. Same. It was just telling people this was not a drill, to stay indoors and await further information. He went through the whole line of stations and it was all the same, even on the AM stations.

Just as she was about to ask Alex if they could go back to the music, the alarms obviously making everyone in the car uncomfortable her phone rang. The blaring generic ringtone made her jump and she dug into her pocket for it, thankful that no one had tried to call her when they were sneaking about. She didn’t remember turning the volume on but in all the jostling in her pocket and attempts to call Josephine earlier it was possible she knocked it. Fumbling with it she answered and shoved the phone to her ear.

“Josie!” She all but yelled which made Everett sit up a bit more. “I’ve been trying to call you, where have you been?”

“Did you get to him?” Josephine asked, her voice frantic and panting, as if she were running. “Did you get to Price?”

“Yes, sort of,” Madeline answered. “I got there but they held me up at the counter because our names are different,” she babbled quickly. “I was in the middle of arguing with them when those…things attacked.” When Josephine gasped Madeline added quickly, “we’re fine. E and I are fine. I ran into another solider. His name is Alex,” she glanced at Alex who was watching the road.

“What? Who?” Josephine asked instantly suspicious. “I told you John Price, why did you not go to him?”

“I tried! Are you listening?” Madeline asked feeling her temper rise, Josephine had no idea what they hell they had just been through. “Security or whatever wouldn’t let me up. I ran into someone else though, he said he works with John.”

“You realize anyone could say they work with someone named John, Mads,” Josephine said exasperated. “I gave you a simple instruction. You have no idea who this guy is.”

“Yeah, well. He’s the only reason E and I are even alive at this point Josie, so you can knock that shit off right now,” Madeline snapped. “I’m not going to put us in danger. I got us this far.” She knew arguing wasn’t going to help anything but both of them were wound up and just venting their fear and frustration on one another.

“I’m Alex Keller, ma’am. John Price is my CO on this mission,” Alex answered simply, his voice loud enough for Josephine, he figured out by deduction Madeline’s sister, to hear. When Madeline realized what he was doing she turned the phone a bit so his voice would be clearer for her sister. “I was bringing her up to John when this went down. We are rendezvousing with them at Hanscom. John MacTavish and Simon Riley will be escorting your sister and son to the CDC while I will be joining John Price, Kyle Garrick, Phillip Graves and a few others to Venezuela to get you.” He figured if he gave her detailed information it may ease her mind a bit, especially if she knew any other names in that line up.

“Fine,” Josephine said after a second, her anger melding away for a second. “Fine. Where are you now? Why are you having to rendezvous?”

“We’re in the car. The other group was overrun and had to leave so Alex got us back to your car and he’s taking us to them.” Madeline explained before Everett leaned forward and grabbed at the phone whining for his mom. His fingers flexed and fisted in a ‘give me’ gesture and he was straining against his seat not willing to take no for an answer. “E needs you,” Madeline said quietly before handing the phone to Everett who snatched it up greedily and leaned back in his seat to talk to his mom.

“I need you to ask her where she is at,” Alex said, cutting his eyes to Madeline as Everett talked to his mom. “We need to make sure we know where we are going to extract her.”

“I will when he’s done,” Madeline said quietly as she watched her nephew for a few seconds. “Hop off at Concord and follow that,” she said after a moment pointing to one of the signs. “Lexington will start having morning traffic soon enough,” she paused for a second. “Well, it normally would,” she added with a sigh.

“If it’ll be busy with rush hour it will be busy with people trying to leave,” Alex said simply as a car came flying up the exit ramp coming right at them. He was quick in his reaction, jerking the wheel hard to the right. He shot his hand out to hold Madeline’s jacket collar so she didn’t smack her head on the window where she had been turned a bit after handing Everett the phone. He cursed as he hit the brakes and swerved, Everett and Madeline both yelling out in fear as he regained control of the car. He watched the offending car careen further up the highway before it crashed into the divider in a spectacular explosion. There were other cars behind them that had to move out of the way and Alex dropped his hand from Madeline’s body and pulled back into the lane and flew through the red light.

“Nice job,” Madeline breathed out as she leaned between the seats to fish around for the phone Everett had dropped. She could hear Josephine yelling asking what was happening before she put the phone back to her ear. “We’re fine, Josie,” Madeline said trying to pacify her, “idiot in a car came up the off-ramp. Alex was able to get around it,” she said as her sisters frantic yelling stopped. “Alex said he needs to know where you are,” she stated.

“We’ve holed up in an old school in Parupa. It’s the biggest building in the town, hard to miss. Not far from the small airstrip,” Josephine said as Madeline relayed the same information to Alex. “There’s only six of us left,” she continued and she heard Madeline gasp a bit. It had been a team of at least twenty that had gone down. “We have patient zero blood and are fairly certain-” she cut off as someone in the background yelled out.

“Josie?” Madeline asked clutching the phone tighter to her ear to hear better. “Josephine!” She said a bit more urgently as her sister yelled an order to the group to get into the back storage room. “What is going on?”

“I have to go Madeline,” her sister came back. “Keep Everett safe for me?” She was panting as the sound of something being dragged filled up the phone with loud scraping noises that made Madeline wince but she didn’t pull the phone away. “Get to the CDC, stay there. If something happens…we’ll keep the samples and data safe for them to collect.”

“Tell me what is happening,” Madeline demanded as Everett started grappling at the back of her seat to get to the phone. “Are you being attacked?” She saw Alex look at her for that and she felt him press the pedal down a bit harder as the car engine revved to speed up.

“We’ve,” her sister cut out and went staticky and Madeline groaned as she white knuckled the phone to her ear. “-love you both,” and there was another break in sound before Josephine came back one more time. “Stay alive.”

The call cut, Madeline heard the tell-tale sound of a call ending, but she still held the phone to her ear for a few more seconds before dropping it down. She knew if there was any color left in her face it was gone, the blood draining at the thought of what her sister was going through. A team of twenty down to six and by the sounds of it they were being attacked again and having to hide in storage room. How long would a door hold up against those things? How long before they ran out of food and water? She doubted they had any weapons outside of machetes for trekking through the jungle. Hell, she didn’t even know if her sister had even held a gun before, let alone shot one.

“I want my mom!” Everett yelled frustrated, his voice coming to Madeline as if through cotton.

“Madeline!” Alex said sharply as he shook her again, her eyes unfocused and far off as her chest heaved. His hand was a vice on her thigh as he attempted to bring her back down and he was about to grab her jaw and force her to focus when she finally cut her eyes to him. He was too afraid to pull his eyes fully from the road. There were more cars moving now, emergency vehicles as well as civilian. Not to mention he had seen a few people running out of their houses on the back roads to try and escape but those things were already all the way out here. “You need to focus,” he ordered, “I need you here with us.”

Madeline blinked realizing her ears were ringing from the panic attack that had been vibrating under her skin and took in the fact E had been screaming for a while. Alex looked extremely agitated with her as he cut his eyes at her before letting go of her leg to grab the wheel properly again and weave around a stalled-out car. Dropping the phone into the cupholder she twisted in her seat to face Everett who was red in the face and screaming over and over he wanted his mom, he wanted her, he wanted to go home.

“I know, E I know,” Madeline sniffed as she reached a hand out to him that he grasped and pulled on desperately as if he would pull her back through the seat to him. “We’ll be on a plane soon and you’ll see her,” Madeline promised, though she knew that was a slim chance at the moment. “We just have to get to the airport and I can sit with you, okay?”

“Turn around!” Alex snapped before the car plowed into something and Alex felt the sickening thump as they ran the thing over. There had been a road worker, well at one point they had been a road worker. He was missing an arm and was still charging after victims, running down the road, and he couldn’t avoid it. “Shit,” he exhaled as he peered in the mirror at the lump in the road he had left behind. Passing under the road lights he could see the hood was dented pretty badly and there was blood all over it. “I need you to keep an eye on the road for me, they’re all over the place,” he glanced at Everett who was whimpering. “Sorry buddy just a little longer, alright?” He said his voice dropping from the hard line to be a bit placating. He reached over and flipped the radio back over to the satellite, thankful that it was still music and not emergency broadcasts.

Madeline twisted back in her seat as she looked at their surroundings, amazed at how fast things had changed already. The emergency broadcasts had gone out over phones and other devices bypassing do not disturb settings, much like tornado warnings, and had roused everyone. It was nice that the government was actually being proactive but at the same time the panic it was causing was making it worse. People that would normally be inside were out, and the broadcasts hadn’t really given much information so no one really knew what they were dealing with. She winced as they rounded a bend and came to a stop sign, finding accident in the middle of the intersection with police flashing lights already there.

“Left or right?” Alex asked a he looked at the scene in front of them. Those were the only options; Concord road had ended.

“Left,” Madeline said and as Alex twist the wheel she suddenly yelled, “right, sorry right!” She saw him look at her apprehensively and she nodded. “It’s right. We need to get 2A, it’ll take us right to where the airfield is.” She twisted her hands in her lap before jumping as a police officer appeared seemingly out of nowhere from behind one of the smashed cars and started running at them. Alex didn’t give it a chance to catch up to the car as he weaved around it and Madeline watched the officer running after the car for a few seconds before giving up and changing direction at a new car that approached. “How did it spread so fast?” She asked quietly as they sped along, her eyes noting he was hitting almost seventy

“I think it’s been spreading for a while but kept under wraps,” Alex answered as he glanced up at Everett in the mirror again. The boy was settled back in his seat staring at the car roof. “When I first heard about it, it had spread to Colombia and Panama and found on some shipping vessels. That was about,” he paused thinking, “thirty-six hours ago. There’s no way it’s spread this fast only being in those few places. They’ve known.”

“Government always thinking they know best,” Madeline scoffed. She reached a hand up to grab the handle above the window as she pointed for Alex to hang a left onto 2A and he took the turn quickly. “No offense,” she added looking at him.

“They don’t tell us anything either,” Alex answered with a small shrug as he slowed up as they came upon some cars on the road going the actual speed limit. He drummed his fingers on the wheel looking at them, the clock, then daring a glance at Madeline.

“I would have gone around them by now,” Madeline answered simply. Even on a day where the world wasn’t ending, she would have swerved around these people, she was too impatient. “Don’t hold back on account of me. He’s used to it,” she nodded her head back to Everett who was still sitting quietly.

Alex moved into the opposite lane and sped around the people, ignoring the honks as he hit nearly eighty, before jumping back over. He didn’t let off the gas as they continued and only slowed up when Madeline pointed out Hanscom was coming up on the right. They were close enough Alex thought that his comms should be working again. Reaching down he pressed the button to his mic.

“Price, this is Echo 3-1 do you copy?” He asked as he glanced at the small airport signs. “Price,” he tried again after a second when he didn’t receive an answer.

“Echo 3-1 this is Ghost,” came Simon’s voice and Alex nearly sighed in relief that someone was answering.

“We’re about to be at the airfield,” Alex answered as he came upon a boom barrier with no attendant in sight. “Which hangar are you at?”

“Furthest North,” Ghost answered. “We’ve got an issue,” he tacked on, “we can’t take the civvies.”

“What? We’re already here, what is the issue?” Alex asked suddenly as he weighed his options on how to get past the blockage. The car was already damaged and it wasn’t as if they were ever going to use or see it again. “Hold on,” he said to Madeline and Everett as he threw the car into reverse and put his hand behind Madeline’s headrest turning around to watch where he was backing up at a rapid speed before throwing the car into drive again.

“We only have one plane. The pilots were lost in the mess,” Price finally chimed in as Alex pressed his foot down on the gas harder.

“Alex what are you doing?” Madeline asked as they sped toward the barrier before his arm shot out across her chest to hold her in her seat, his fingers gripping her shoulder, as they hit the barrier at nearly forty miles per hour. Her hands flew up to hold his forearm tightly, flinching as the car hit and a piece came up and smashed the windshield spidering it with an echoing crack. She looked back at the mess they had made as Alex drove right through the parking lot and made a bee-line for the runways, the car jumping the curb and scraping bottom.

“So? Cram them in, it’s two people,” Alex snapped to Price after he had pulled his arm back from Madeline’s grip to respond. “No one ever said the flight had to be comfortable.”

“We’re not going to Atlanta,” Graves answered instead, his tone slick and even. “Scientists and data are more important. No reason to protect the CDC if there is nothing to protect anymore.” He cut out for a moment before coming back. “I am not taking civilians to Venezuela. Ditch them when you get here and get on the plane.”

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indigosunsetao3 · 9 days

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Oh hey another 141 reference 🥰

AO3 Comment Thread Count

141 is my angel number and I'm always going to point out when I see it.

#141 #angel numbers #call of duty #cod #cod fanfic #ao3 author #ao3 writer #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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indigosunsetao3 · 10 days

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So. I leave for vacation this Saturday but I have been writing like a fiend since last Saturday.

Chapter 3 for A Reason to Try will be posted this Friday...and I just finished Chapter 4 (just need to do edits) so I can post it the following Friday while I'm away.

Didn't want to leave you all hanging too long 💙

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #my fic #cod #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #cod fanfic #alex keller fanfic #alex keller cod #alex cod #alex keller x oc #a reason to try

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indigosunsetao3 · 11 days

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Siiiiigggh

I guess I have to write some Alex smut now. I’m not complaining at all of course 😘

Alex Keller is the type to say "ooohh big stretch" with a beaming smile on his face as he pushes a third finger in you, and I won't elaborate.

#alex keller #alex keller x reader #alex keller smut #cod x reader #cod #call of duty #big stretch

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indigosunsetao3 · 12 days

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I was looking for a point of reference for Alex's tactical vest. And I certainly found it 🥵 I thought I would share this pretty view with everyone because it deserves to be seen far and wide.

Alex Keller

#the table lean #the gloves #the tattoos #the resting of his hands on his vest #thigh holsters will be the end of me #I am down so bad #echo 3 1 #alex keller #call of duty #cod

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indigosunsetao3 · 13 days

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And Soap would certainly yell 'Bat!' every time he left if he had the ability.

No because Johnny is so Laszlo coded 🫧

Ghost: *mauling a rookie*

Soap: He’s my best friend. He’s my pal. He’s my homeboy. My rotten solider. He’s my sweet cheese. My good-time boi

YES YES YES YES!!

Soap and Lazlo's accent for this specific quote is THE LITERAL BEST REFERENCE EVER!

Gaz, the rookie and Price all stare at soap, even Ghost but no one will ever understand the appreciation Soap has for his rotten soldier,

Ghost will never understand it tbh but he appreciates the love he receives from his pal

#johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #cod soap #soapghost #ghost cod #cod #laszlo cravensworth #my rotten soldier

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indigosunsetao3 · 14 days

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A Reason To Try

Chapter 2 - Overrun

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on AO3 for any of your triggers

Alex Keller X Original FMC 6.9k words - AO3 Link

“I know E,” Mads said quietly as her nephew whined in the backseat. He did not want to get up, having only been asleep a few hours. He cried the whole time and had an absolute meltdown when Madeline tried to get him to put on proper pants. She had conceded to pajama pants, his favorite Batman ones, if he would put his shoes on himself. She didn’t say a word when they ended up being a pair of mismatched sandals, she just threw his sneakers into the duffle. She barely had the capacity herself to throw on weather appropriate clothes herself, her head pounding from the stress and the start of a hangover.

“It’s still dark out.” Everett stated as he wiped at his face. He had started to come around a bit and had been able to buckle himself in the booster as Madeline pulled out of the parking garage. It was under the apartment building and they hadn’t seen a single person as she threw their bags into the trunk. She had forgotten to zip up Josephine’s from earlier and had to scoop the pill bottles and some other items back into it hoping she hadn’t missed anything. “Where are we going?”

“Mom found some friends to take us to her office in Georgia,” Madeline answered as she waited for the automatic garage door to open up. When it clicked into place she pulled out and found that there wasn’t a single person outside, too early for even the runners to be out. The roads remained empty as she rounded out of the apartment complex and Madeline blew the redlight to make the left onto the main road. Her sister had emphasized they had to go right now and she wasn’t going to waste any time waiting for no reason.

“Why are they going so early?” Everett asked with a groan as he threw his head back against the booster seat. He had certainly learned his dramatics from her.

“They’re in a hurry is all,” Madeline said as she pressed her foot harder on the pedal as the GPS told her she’d arrive in nineteen minutes. “And if we want to go with them, we need to hurry as well.”

Everett didn’t answer after that, he just huffed and turned his head to look out the window. Madeline kept her eye on him in the rearview mirror as she cruised through the streets, knowing she would be pulled over in an instant if the police saw her. It drove Josephine crazy how fast she was when she drove, stating she followed too close and darted around enough to make her sick, which meant Josephine usually drove when they were together. Madeline had been taught how to drive by a car enthusiast when she was sixteen, the guy old enough to go to jail if he had been caught with her. His method was if you weren’t leading the pack, you were going too slow and Madeline followed that same mentality now.

The further she delved into Boston though, she found there was more activity, people were actually out and about and she had to slow down. The bar scene was just starting to wrap in some places and Madeline watched as a group stumbled out and headed down the sidewalk. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently waiting for them to cross the street when a taxi came flying down the road from the opposite way. She knew what was going to happen an instant before it did. She screamed and hit the horn as a last-ditch effort to warn them right before the car plowed down the group.

“Cover your eyes!” Madeline yelled to Everett whose eyes were wide as he stared at the building where the car eventually stopped. “E!” Madeline yelled as she turned around and nudged his knee, “look away from it.” When he turned to look at her, she faced the accident. Despite being in a rush Madeline found herself sitting there staring in shock.

The driver of the car pushed the door open and fell out and she watched them jerk uncontrollably as they fell to the ground, hands scrabbling at their throat where blood was pouring. Their passenger got out a moment later and ran flatfooted at the people that were making their way toward the scene to help. Then the passenger, a young woman, leapt on a man twice her size and tackled him to the ground and began ripping at him with her hands. Others tried to pull her off but she was unstoppable as she snarled and fought them, biting and ripping at them.

“Oh my God,” Madeline muttered as she stared, feeling as if she were in a dream. The taxi driver was up and had grabbed the closest person to him and sank his teeth into their throat. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t finch as blood coated his skin, he just moved onto the next person. People were realizing what was happening and started to scatter instead of helping. She was so busy watching one side she didn’t see another person run up at her car.

“Oh fuck,” she nearly screamed as someone started beating on the driver’s window and kicking at the door. She hit the gas before thinking and the car squealed at the sudden power surge. Everett was screaming in the back and Madeline joined him as she swerved around a small group of people running to the accident. They certainly didn’t look like they were coming to help, based on the blood all over their clothes and the crazed looks in their eyes.

“What’s happening?” Everett asked, crying again, as he turned to try and look back behind them. “Aunt Mads why are those people hurting one another?” His eyes were wide as he waited for an answer and his hands were holding onto the booster seat arms like a lifeline.

“I don’t know,” Madeline answered truthfully, her eyes darting over to her window that had blood running down it from the person’s bloody hands pounding on it. “I don’t know what is happening E,” she continued as she slammed the brakes hard when a police car came down a side street and cut them off with lights and sirens going. She groaned at the yank of the seatbelt before hitting the gas, foot to the floor, to get to their destination. She hoped wherever this place was that they were headed to wasn’t dealing with this. She had no idea what she would do if they couldn’t get out. “Just sit back in your seat and close your eyes, yeah?” She said looking up at him in the mirror again, “we’ll be out of here soon.”

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“Come on Farah,” Alex muttered as he paced the empty room holding the phone to his ear. He had called three times now and it just continue to ring. “Pick up,” he muttered before hanging up with a frustrated sigh. Things were moving quick, too quick, and he was second guessing leaving her for the umpteenth time. He had been uneasy about it from the start and now that things were already much worse than they thought, him being here was useless. They didn’t need him or his resources to help get down to Venezuela, they just needed to sneak in and extract without all the political fanfare.

He was staring out the window, mentally going through a list of what he could do. What resources he could tap and favors he could call in to get back to Farah. He was about to hit dial again when the phone rang instead and he answered it before it had a change to even finish the first one.

“Farah,” he said a bit relieved and agitated. “Where have you been?” He asked as his eyes darted up to the clock and figure out the time difference. It was almost eleven in the morning there.

“Busy,” Farah answered and she sounded rushed. “Alex, it’s already a disaster,” she stated as he heard people yelling in the background. “We’ve been lied to, it’s spread everywhere. Russian forces pulled out right after you left. They left everything behind and just disappeared.” He heard her yell an order, muffled so she must have tilted the phone against her chest.

“Goddamn it,” Alex said as he turned heel and reached for the door. He was leaving. He wasn’t going to wait here and let her struggle and suffer on her own. “Is the sickness there?” He asked as he jogged down some steps to try and find Price. People were running around the place like mad and he had to press himself up against a wall to avoid being bowled over by a man sprinting down the hall with cases of weapons.

“I haven’t seen it,” Farah answered and Alex breathed a small sigh of relief at that. “But sick people have been seen in the city,” she cut off and Alex heard someone talking to her in rapid succession. “I have to get back and save those we can.”

“Farah, no,” Alex stated harshly. “You need to stay away from it. You need to stay alive and lead the people,” he reasoned and he heard her huff. “I’m coming back,” he stated not knowing how he was going to manage it just yet. He had done many favors for people over the years and never asked for anything in return. It was time to start cashing them in, beginning with Laswell. “I’ll find the first flight.”

“You are not,” Farah answered sternly. “You have a job to do. I sent you on it, you will finish it.”

Alex shut his eyes at the command. He had defied orders before, to stay with her, so he could defy them again to get back to her. How many times had he bled for her, almost died for her, broken his own heart over and over just for her. This wasn’t any different. Everything had done these past few years had been for her and he wasn’t about to stop that now.

“I am,” Alex said as he yanked open a stairwell door. “You can’t do this alone.” He knew he was being a bit irrational at his haste but the panic of her being there without him had been consuming him for a while now.

“I am not alone,” Farah answered, her voice taking an icy tone that he had only been on the receiving end of one other time and it had nearly shattered him then. “I survived without you before Alex, and I can do it now. Do not doubt my abilities, or my team.” There was a pause before, “I do not need you.” The silence was a long one and the stab of hurt made Alex’s steps slow to a halt again as he gripped the phone hard to his ear. “You are my second, I have given you a command. You will finish the mission.”

“Farah,” Alex tried as he stared ahead not really seeing, his mind’s eye picturing her face. The same face she had given him when he had confessed he couldn’t just be a bedwarmer for her anymore the last time they had been together. That his feelings were eating him alive and he needed to know what she was thinking. She had told him that she couldn’t be anything more to him than that. Stated he needed to accept her position, that it wasn’t going to change, and he should move on. Her ambitions were too high, life too busy, to even think about settling down; especially with her second. Feelings would make things a disaster and she gave him the ultimatum of figuring it out or leave. “Please,” he finally tacked on knowing it was futile.

“We will be fine. Call me when the job is complete,” she stated and Alex couldn’t tell if she actually was masking her hurt at her own words, or was just that disconnected between her job and her heart. “Goodbye Alex.”

The phone disconnected and Alex sighed, curling his hands in a frustrated gesture feeling the phone digging into his fingers. He knew she was done with the conversation and there would be no changing her mind. When her brother had betrayed her, she had declared him an enemy without a second thought and they were family that had grown up and survived together. Alex hadn’t been around that long and he knew she would not hesitate to push Alex away if it came between her and her goals. Shoving the phone into his pocket he headed back to the office to gather his belongings and head to the transport.

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“We’re here,” Madeline breathed out as she looked at the GPS. She had made it in the nineteen-minute time frame it originally predicted, even after stopping and watching the horrific scene at the bar. She had pulled over to parallel park on the street, ignoring the no parking sign. Her sister could pay that stupid ticket. “Let me get the stuff from the trunk, do not get out before I come get you,” Madeline instructed as she killed the engine and shoved the keys in her coat pocket. Everett nodded, he had been quiet the rest of the car ride, only sniffling every now and again.

With shaking hands Madeline opened the car door and looked around before darting to the trunk to dig out the bags. She had to adjust the strap on her sisters backpack a few times before slinging the duffle over her shoulder and shoving it behind her. She looked around again before slamming the trunk shut and hurrying around to the side of the car and yanked open the door. Everett was already out of his seat waiting for her and his hand clasped hers hard as she helped him out.

Their feet crunched over the salt pellets someone had poured out over the sidewalk as they went. The buildings along the street were dark, all of them office buildings and warehouses. Madeline glanced at the scribbled post it in her other hand to make sure she had the right address. She hadn’t even thought to ask her sister what the place was, and honestly who the hell John Price was anyway. Was he another scientist? Doctor? She was pretty sure it wasn’t Josephine’s boss; his name was something like Bart which still made Madeline laugh because that did not sound like a stuffy scientist name.

“There’s a man lying on the sidewalk,” Everett blurted out suddenly and Madeline glanced down at him before following where he was pointing. There, in fact, was a man lying on the sidewalk and Madeline froze her steps to look at him. He was bundled under a blanket and had a few layers of clothes on that she could see. She narrowed her eyes a bit trying to determine if he was just a person that had found the least hard part of the ground to sleep on for the evening, or if it was something else.

“We just need to go around him quietly,” Madeline reasoned as she scooted Everett around her to walk on the side closest to the road now. “He’s probably just sleeping,” she stated giving Everett a reassuring smile as they got closer.

“I want to sleep,” Everett muttered before seeing Madeline put a finger to her lips to indicate for him to be quiet.

They sidestepped the man and he didn’t move, and Madeline held the breath she had been holding. She tried to look at him to see if he was even breathing, unable to tell with all the layers, not that there was anything she could do anyway. Once they were around him Madeline found a break in the wall they had been following. There was a gate that was propped half-open and she saw the number drilled into the brick, this was the address. Shifting the bag on her shoulder a bit she headed through it, quickening her steps as she saw people through the windows bustling about. They were the first people she had seen since they left the house that didn’t look crazed, or dead.

“Stop,” came a voice as Madeline reached the door and yanked it open. She blinked a few times as a flashlight blinded her and she winced away. She quickly let go of the door and stepped back as a man dressed in a solid black military uniform aimed the light beam onto Everett who pressed hard into her side.

“I’m here to see John Price,” Madeline said, grateful her voice didn’t shake like she knew the rest of her body was doing. “Do you know where he is?”

The man didn’t answer her, but spoke into a microphone on his headset stating two people were looking for Captain Price. He watched the two of them as he listened to whoever was on the other end talk. She moved her hand from Everett’s to gently rub his head, realizing she hadn’t put him in hat and it was freezing outside. His ears were like little icicles and she pressed her hand over one, pushing the other into her leg, to try and warm them a bit. Her eyes darted to the building where people were moving around still and she shifted on her feet.

“Can we wait inside?” She asked as they continued to stand in silence for a few seconds. “It’s freezing out here,” she tacked on as the guy glared at her. “And I’ve, well, it wasn’t a fun ride over here and I’d much rather be inside.”

The guy looked her up and down one more time before nodding his head toward the door indicating she could step inside. She shifted and pulled the door open before gently pushing Everett through, he was clinging to her hard and she had to shuffle step in before the warmth hit them. She looked around the room, it was a big open space with a reception desk that had someone behind it and she walked over. The man that had stopped them had stayed outside on some sort of guard duty.

“Hello,” Madeline said as she rested a hand on the counter, which was up to her chest. It reminded her of an old police precinct, eerily similar to one where she had visited too often to bail out yet another ex. “I, ah, don’t know if he told you,” she continued pointing with her thumb to the guy outside the window. “I’m here to see John Price?” The woman looked up at her with a disinterested glance and didn’t say anything so Madeline continued, “my sister Josephine Martin sent us, said for me to ask for him. We’re on a bit of a tight schedule.” That caught the woman’s attention.

“Do you have IDs?” She asked as she moved to lean over the counter edge and glanced down at Everett who was staring up at her.

“Oh yeah, hang on,” Madeline answered as she quickly let her duffle fall to the ground with a thump and she bent down to dig around. It was a disaster inside, and she had to pull a few things out before she found the first passport, Everett’s. She handed him his before she dug around some more and found her own before standing up and taking E’s back and handing them to the woman. “I’m Madeline, he’s Everett,” she said a bit lamely as the woman flipped open each of them.

“Everett Martin,” she said and closed Everett’s, “and Madeline Torres,” she finished not sounding impressed. She looked at the passport for a moment before flicking her eyes up to Madeline then back down again.

“Yes,” Madeline answered a bit confused. “I’m Josephine’s sister. She asked me to come here, and ask for John Price.” Were all these people dense Madeline wondered as she looked around.

“We have clearance for two Martins,” the woman answered. Madeline felt her stomach plummet as she looked at Everett for a second. “Where’s the boy’s father?”

“What? His father isn’t around, asshole has been gone for over a year.” She normally tried not to talk bad about Everett’s father in front of him but she was too worried to really think about it. “I’m Everett’s Aunt, I’ve been taking care of him while my sister has been working,” she babbled and moved to dig out her phone. “I’ll just call her and she’ll-” she started but the woman cut her off.

“I only have clearance for him. No one mentioned Torres,” she explained a bit clipped.

“Josephine’s maiden name is Torres, she never changed it after the divorce,” the woman just stared at her. “You’re expecting me to send my six-year-old nephew alone with you?” Madeline snapped as Everett grabbed her even harder. “Let me just call Josephine,” she continued as she fumbled in her pocket. “Or get John down here,” she tacked on a bit snippily, “I’m sure Josephine gave him our names.”

“How do I know you didn’t just take him and left his father behind?” The woman asked and Madeline was sure she felt her eyes bug out of her head.

“I’m sorry, are you insane?” Madeline asked a bit sarcastically as she let her hand hang limply for a second out of the shock of the outlandish accusation. “I am his Aunt, I live with them. I want to talk to someone else because you clearly are not getting it.” She finally got her phone out of her pocket and swiped through it to call Josephine and hit dial. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. The woman just watched her before calling someone else over and explained what was happening to them.

“We can take him to John. He’s upstairs,” the new person stated. “But until we get approval you will have to wait,” he stated. He was at least a little nicer than the woman.

“I,” Madeline started as she glanced at Everett. She couldn’t risk him not being able to leave and get to his mom but she didn’t want to send him alone either. She really needed Josephine to pick up. She tried calling again, wedging her phone between her shoulder and ear to squat down in front of Everett. The phone just kept ringing. “Everett, you are going to have to go with them,” she stated and winced as she saw the tears start up again. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ll be right behind you, we just have to work out paperwork,” she tried explaining and Everett clung to her.

“No,” Everett said firmly as he clung to her and she glanced up at the two people who were being impossibly thick about the whole situation. She knew her face was portraying a ‘see I told you’ look but they didn’t budge. “I’m scared Aunt Maddy,” Everett wailed and she sighed, peeling her phone off her ear and dialed again before wrapping Everett up in a hug.

“I know E,” Madeline answered as she rubbed his back gently, “I am too but it’s okay.” She was lying, this wasn’t okay but she didn’t need him to have a meltdown again. “I’ll be right behind you. They are going to take you to mommy’s friend,” another lie she was presuming, “and John will make sure you are okay.” She stared at the two adults who didn’t seem to have an ounce of empathy in them as they just watched the scene in front of them. “Damn it,” she muttered as Josephine still didn’t pick up.

“Can’t I wait with you?” Everett asked as he looked up at the two people watching. “If you’re coming anyway,” he tacked on. Too smart for his own good.

“You need to get situated,” Madeline answered as she pointed at his mismatched shoes, “and put on proper sneakers. I promise I am right behind you,” she said as she stood up and glared at the woman as she shoved the duffle at them. “His shoes are in there,” she instructed as she snatched up her own passport again and threw Everett’s in the bag. “You’ll need to carry it; he won’t be able to.”

Everett lost it when the man came around the counter to take him upstairs and Madeline slammed her cellphone down on the counter and grabbed him. He was howling and she hefted him up as he wrapped his arms and legs around her tightly. He was overly tired, stressed, and was probably still trying to process the shit they had seen on the way over. Now he was being told he had to go with intimidating looking strangers which was the final straw for him.

“You tell John Price to come down here, right fucking now,” Madeline demanded of the woman, done trying to play nice. “No,” she interrupted the woman when she opened her mouth, “right now. I don’t care if you have to drag him down by his goddamn ear. My nephew is not going until I talk to him. Maybe he understands what happens when someone gets married, they get a new name from their sister. I don’t understand why they is such a hard concept for you.”

At the same time Alex was in the stairwell just a floor up and he heard the faint sound of a child crying. It was been enough to catch his attention. There was only one child that would be around at this point, the scientist’s kid, which meant they had somehow made it after all. He called over his comms that the civilians they were escorting had arrived before pushing open the door to the main room. He caught the very frazzled woman’s rant and couldn’t help but smirk, despite himself, at the thought of anyone dragging Price down by his ear. She certainly looked like she would try it though, and Price may cow to it out of sheer surprise.

“Someone looking for Price?” Came a voice and Madeline turned on her heel to see a man walking over, having appeared from a stairwell at the end of the room.

“Yes,” Madeline said quickly, stepping away from the counter toward the guy. He was tall and she had to tilt her head back up to see him fully. He was dressed differently than the other people she had been speaking with. He was in a simple pair of jeans, though he had a thigh holster with a pistol in it, and a t-shirt over another long shirt and a brown military vest topping it all off. She noted the American flag on the vest and an insignia of some sort on his shoulder guards. Maybe Price was a military man. Josephine really should have given her more details.

“Are you him?” She asked but the guy shook his head quickly so she continued talking before he could interrupt. “Do you know where he is? My sister Josephine Martin sent me here,” Madeline said trying to talk a little louder than Everett who was still wailing. “They’re telling me that because my name is different, I can’t go,” she sighed and rubbed Everett’s back as his little fingers dug hard into her back at her last words. “I’m Madeline, Everett’s aunt. My last name is Torres, it’s Josephine’s maiden name. She never changed her name back after she got divorced.” She knew she sounded desperate and probably giving this guy way more information than he needed, or wanted, but she didn’t care. “And his last name is Martin like his mom.” She finished indicating Everett whose face was thoroughly burrowed in her hair.

Alex took in the scene before him and he stared at the woman behind the counter who seemed like she was being defiant for the sake of it. It was obvious the boy was stuck to this woman, Madeline, like glue. Price had stated that it was Josephine’s sister bringing her son which meant this had to be the aunt. He didn’t know why the shadow was being so obtuse, especially given the situation that was rapidly unfolding outside and around the city. Who else would be showing up at this hour asking for John Price except for someone that was sent specifically to find him.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to Price,” Alex stated and the woman behind the counter opened her mouth but shut it as Alex glared at her. “This your bag?” He asked and Madeline nodded as he snatched it up and slung it over his shoulder without hesitation, cutting the shadow one more side-eye as she crossed her arms watching him. “I’m Alex, I’m working with Price on this,” he explained as he gestured for her to follow him. “The Shadows are a bit robotic, afraid to do anything their operator doesn’t tell them explicitly to do,” he tacked on loud enough for the those behind the counter to hear him.

“Seem a bit idiotic,” Madeline answered truthfully, having no idea what Shadows meant, perhaps that was another military thing. Everett adjusted to twist his head out of where he had buried it to look around when he realized they were walking. “Think you can walk now bud?” Madeline asked him as he rested his cheek on her shoulder. “I love you but you ate too much spaghetti last night,” she teased as he wiggled against her even more, locking his ankles around her waist, he was not going to let her put him down. “Fine,” she said and adjusted her grip a bit.

They were about to clear the door to the stairs when there was the sound of gun fire and breaking glass. Madeline instantly flinched, ducking down to her knees and twisting Everett so her back was to the where the sound of the gunfire came from to protect him. She was curled around her nephew, her hand on the back of his head to hold him close as he shrieked. The sounds were echoing and Madeline resisted pressing her hands over her own ears as the shouts erupted from the soldiers in the room.

Alex saw it all happen in rapid succession. The glass blew out when it was pelted with gunfire from a rogue gun being fired as the guard outside was attacked. The idiot hadn’t lifted his finger off the trigger as he was flung back into the window. Alex also flinched and ducked a bit, moving himself out of instinct to cover Madeline’s back with his own body. He had thrown the duffle down on the ground in favor to get his pistol out of the holster and safety off in as he assessed the escalating situation.

“You hurt?” Alex asked, not taking his eyes off the windows seeing more movement outside. People were rushing about outside but he wasn’t sure if that was the Shadows or something else.

“No,” Madeline answered as she felt Alex pressed up against her back. “No, we’re alright,” she continued as she checked her hands to make sure there was no blood on them.

“Good-” Alex stated before cutting off as someone leaped through a broken window and made a beeline for the soldiers behind the counter. The intruder was covered in blood, one arm ripped to bloody ribbons and snarling. He raised his gun and took a shot, catching them in the shoulder so they wheeled to the side a bit from the hit, but they didn’t slow. It was one of those things.

“Get in the stairwell,” he instructed suddenly. He stood up fully and grabbed Madeline under the arm to heft her up, bodily dragging her back to her feet without much effort.

Madeline glanced over her shoulder at Alex to ask him where to go after getting in there when she saw the soldier that was on guard duty outside hanging halfway through one of the windows. He was leaned impossibly far back with a person, the guy that was sleeping on the sidewalk, on his chest scratching and clawing at his face as he screamed. She was transfixed as the soldier screamed, his helmet knocked off and his impossibly young face contorted in fear and pain as the other guy tore him apart.

“Go,” Alex said a bit more urgently as he shoved Madeline again with one hand on her shoulder to snap her out of her daze. As the screaming from the young soldier died, he twisted back around to take a shot at the man who had attacked him. This shot didn’t miss its intended target. He hit the guy right in the temple, the blood spraying everywhere on impact.

The attacker fell instantly back out the window but the man he was attacking was jerking around and Madeline heard a feral sounding growl come from him. That was enough for her to finally get moving. She bent down and scooped up her duffle and bolted for the stairs. It was hard work trying to go up the steps with Everett in her arms and the duffle dragging along each step as she went. Her legs were burning with effort as she barely cleared the first seven stairs to the halfway mark to the second floor when she heard Alex fire again. The snarling and screaming seemed to be echoing in her skull before the stairwell door slammed shut muffling the chaos. She looked over the railing to see Alex standing there for a moment preparing to shoot if anyone came through but after a few seconds he backed up toward the steps.

“They’ve breached the building,” Alex said into his comms as he kept his back pressed to the railing as he went up the stairs rapidly. “I’ve got the civilians, the kid and his aunt,” he tacked on waiting for Price to come back. “We’re in the stairwell on our way to you.”

“Get to the transport,” came Price’s voice quickly. “Graves has the cars outside ready. No time to finish prepping,” he said before cursing. “They’re all over the damn place, where did they come from?”

“They’re probably drawn by the gunfire. Shit infects them quick,” Alex answered before a loud bang on the stairwell door made him jump. His eyes shot to the hollow metal door before glancing up at Madeline who had frozen in her trek. He quickly put a finger to his lips before digging into one of his vest pockets. He pulled out a new magazine and clipped it into the pistol, putting the half spent one away in another pocket to reload later. He had no idea how he was going to get out to the transport with two civilians and just a sidearm for protection.

“We’re getting overrun,” came Graves. “Put a little pep in your step boys.”

“We’re almost there,” Price answered, “where are you Echo?” There was gunfire in the background of his comms and Alex could also hear it coming from outside the stairwell.

Alex didn’t answer as the banging on the door intensified, the pounding rabid and only getting louder as more fists and feet joined it. They had to get out of there and outside quickly, their only option an emergency exit that had a big red sign on it that it would sound an alarm if opened. They were going to just put a big neon on sign on their backs when that high-pitched wailing started. He weighed his options before waving his hand to indicate for Madeline to come to him.

“You’ve got two fucking minutes,” Graves snapped before someone in the background shouted in terror.

“Echo 3-1,” came Price again. “Do you copy? Get to the goddamn transport.”

“Copy,” Alex barely whispered and Price seemed to get the hint. He didn’t come back again.

Madeline shuffled down the steps as quietly as she could, shifting Everett back to her already exhausted left arm to try and get a breather. She slipped the duffle at Alex’s feet before flinching as the door groaned under the assault from the other side. Despite the chill, sweat was running down her back and she felt flustered, flushed and completely overwhelmed. Everett wasn’t helping either, not that it was his fault but his panic was ricocheting hers up tenfold. He was whimpering and she shifted him again, feeling like her arms were going to give out, her legs shaking from the exertion.

“We have to get to the transport,” Alex said very quietly, his eyes never leaving the door where the threat was just on the other side. It was lucky their predators didn’t know how to use doorhandles, at least not yet anyway. “It’s outside around the back of the building. A few SUVs,” he continued to explain and he saw Madeline’s eyes widen at the thought of having to run outside. “It’s not far if we go out that door,” he nodded his head at the emergency exit.

“The second we open that door the alarm will sound,” Madeline said, having seen the warning signs on it. “They will be all over us,” she gasped. “I can’t run, not with him,” the panic was starting to tighten around her throat with a stranglehold. “Can we go upstairs? Just barricade...barricade in until,” she stated, her voice a hoarse whisper as she felt her body begin to vibrate with impending doom. “I can’t...we’ll never,” she was heaving for breath and shifted for the stairs. He could run for it, she wasn’t doing it.

“Give him to me,” Alex said, his eyes staring hard into hers, keeping his tone even but with an edge of command. “I can carry him. You’ll need to get the door, and then get behind me. Hold onto my vest and don’t let go,” he stated and he saw her shake her head in fear. “Listen to me,” he put a hand on her shoulder and gripped hard, giving her something to ground and focus on aside from the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins. “I know you’re scared, but you need to fight through it. We need to get to those cars, to the team. We stay here, we’re done for. They will not wait for us,” he nodded his head at the emergency door. “We have a minute left. It’s now or never.”

Madeline felt the panic whine in her throat before she heard it. Everett was holding onto her like a leach but she nodded once at Alex willing to go with his plan even if her instincts were screaming to go hide. He had helped this far so she had no choice but to trust him now. If she didn’t they were dead and his plan at least gave them a shot.

Alex didn’t wait for her to say anything in confirmation as one of his hands came around Everett’s waist, snaking its way between his little body and hers. Madeline felt her nephew attempt to hang on tighter but Alex wrenched him free relatively easily and the boy screamed. The pounding on the other side kicked up a notch and snarling joined the sound which drew all of their eyes for a moment.

“It’s okay, E,” Madeline said quickly as she scooped up the duffle. She would ditch it if it got in the way of running but she needed to try and keep it, all their clothes and other items were in there. “He’s going to help us, just hold onto him, alright? I’ll be right behind you, yeah? We get to the car and you can sit in my lap.” She rubbed his back absently as he stared at her with watery eyes before nodding. Under normal circumstances her nephew had never met a stranger, a small blessing since she was sure if he was shy of other people this would be ten times harder.

Alex didn’t give Everett a chance to say if he was okay with this, there wasn’t time to coddle. He shifted Everett more on his side, grabbing his tiny wrist with his hand that held his pistol to wrap it around his neck. The boy seemed to get the memo and his other arm looped around the back of Alex’s neck and he held his hands tight together, burrowing into his side almost painfully tight.

“If something happens you get him there,” Madeline ordered as Alex situated Everett, the boy was too distracted by his own hiccupping and crying to pay attention to what Madeline was saying. “Just…keep him alive. He's priority.” Her eyes darted to her nephew before she let out a shaky breath knowing that she just signed off on allowing him to leave her for dead.

“I’m keeping you both alive,” Alex said as he held onto the kid with his left arm and prayed that his bullets would hold out and he hadn’t just lied. “Get the door.”

Madeline nodded before her shaking hands pushed on the red paddle on the door. She felt it resist for a moment, as if the mechanism was questioning if she really wanted to do this. She continued to press and there was a click as the lock gave way then a half a second later the piercing alarm started. The cold air hit her face like a slap and Alex quickly pushed past her shouldering the door open more. The hand with the pistol grabbed hers and securely tucked it around one of the loops of his vest before he raised it in front of them and they began to run.

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indigosunsetao3 · 16 days

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One New Video Message - Part 3

Another expansion on Soap's section of "you have a few minutes before you're missed". Links to Part 1 and Part 2.

Also, I did warn you...things could get out of hand as for how long this could end up being. This will be four parts instead of three. Gotta make sure we get that aftercare in there 😏 And be honest, are you really that upset there's more?

TW: m/f interaction, voyeurism, exhibitionism, praise, sharing, spanking, oral sex, sex, other lewd acts.

After Johnny’s approval you only have to wait for a moment before Ghost is back on you. His hands grab at your legs greedily, aggressively. He's yanking your sleep shorts completely off and you squeal as he grabs as your ass cheeks, big palmfuls of skin, and spreads you even more. You don't have a second to prepare before you feel his tongue dart out to run a long stroke from your clit to your center. It's hot and wet and strong as he laps at you and you moan, hands fisting the couch cushion below you.

HIs grip on your behind is brutal as he holds you, not allowing you to push back even an inch. He has you right where he wants you and you gasp and shudder as he eats you like a starving man. You attempt to turn your head to look back at him but it earns you a nip of surprisingly sharp canines on your clit and you gasp at the sudden jolt of pain. You had never seen him without his mask and you wanted a peek, but he's not having it.

"Be a good girl now," Price says as he watches from his seat, his hand slowly stroking over himself again.

You bite your lip at the sight of him, at the shine of your own drool that still coat his cock. Your eyes fight to stay open as you look up at Price for permission, approval...something, anything. He merely grins at you before his hand grabs your chin to pull out the lip you were worrying with your teeth with his thumb.

"Let's here those lovely little moans," he says. "Simon needs encouragement," he teases.

You choke on your own breath as Simon's tongue plunges into you without warning, his thumb gently teasing your ass as he prods. He's working you over so expertly you groan out a long and heavy breath, the feeling of a climax winding in your belly.

"That's a good girl," Price praises, a smirk on his lips as your legs clench at the praise. "Going to come for him? All over his fucking face?" Price asks as he presses his thumb into your mouth to pull your jaw down a bit so your stuttering gasps are amplified. "So pretty," he said, though it almost sounds like a tease.

The climax is right there, so close you can taste it and you actually bite down on Price's thumb as your eyes cinch shut to prepare. You can feel yourself fluttering around Simon's tongue and hear his chuckle before he pulls away. His fingers swipe up the bit of slick and spit that has run down your leg before he leans back and licks them clean. The pitiful whine you let out as your body uncoils again is enough that you hear Gaz tsk from where he's sat.

"I think she's ready for your sergeant," Simon says.

You snap your eyes back open at his words and look at him over your shoulder as you lean to sit on your heels. He finishing putting his mask back over his face, not even giving you a chance catch a glimpse and he just stares back at you. He's dismissing you after denying you a climax and you feel yourself get agitated, and perhaps a bit put out. You can tell he's painfully hard under his pants, your eyes locking on the bulge under his pants.

"You're not ready for all that yet. Your little toy in the video wasn't nearly enough. You'll need a more of a warm up," he says with a smirk as he follows your gaze. You can see he has the zipper undone so you get a view of the curls of hair there but that's all he's allowing you to see. He marks the look of incredulity on your face before gesturing for someone to come get you; like he's bored with playing with you. "I warned you I wasn't soft like them," Ghost reminds you as he shifts in his seat.

You hear movement across the room and footsteps approach. Looking up you find Johnny standing there and he grins gently grabbing your arms to pull you up. Your legs shake and you feel the wetness between your legs as you stand and turn your head around to look at Ghost. He's smirking behind the mask and he slips a hand down his pants as he watches you, arching an eyebrow as your eyes widen at the sight. A challenge.

"Lass, let me and Gaz take care of your for a bit yeah?" Soap gives you a smile and you peer at him, your body still humming. The "old men need a break," he jokes. You smile a bit before looking to see where Gaz is sat, your eyes heavy with lust and need. Perhaps you're also fighting back the self-conscious feelings Simon had brought up inside you.

"Oh lovey," Gaz says as you look at him. He's shucked off his pants and the tent in his boxers is evident as you walk over to him, still holding Johnny's hand as he lingers behind you. You were going to ask Johnny what he wanted to do but Gaz's adoring gaze holds you.

"Look at you," he grins running his hand up the inside of your thigh as you step closer, pulling his hand away with slickness on his fingertips. He dares to lick one of his fingers and hums a bit before grabbing your hips and pulling you toward him more. "I'm going to need more than just a taste, see if Ghost left me anything," he states, eyes darting to Soap behind you.

Soap pulls you back against his chest before settling back down on the couch again with you in his lap as Gaz gently drapes your legs over Soap's knees so you're spread. Your breathing hitches in your throat as he gets on his knees for you, again, and his palms grab the inside of your thighs. He squeezes gently, massaging the sore spots where Ghost had slapped you. You're sure they are still red and you glance at Ghost who was sitting on the couch watching, his eyes boring into you. If he wanted to taunt you, you could do it right back. You arch up a bit showing your approval of Gaz's ministrations and the winning smile Gaz gives you from between your legs is almost enough to push you over that edge.

Soap's arms are tight around you, one hand at your throat to keep your head back and tucked against his shoulder. The anticipation makes your legs shake and when Gaz's fingers, two, finally push into you the sigh of relief echoes around the room. Soap whispers filthy promises in your ear as you rock your hips on Gaz's hand as he softly squeezes your abused thighs with his other before leaning down to kiss your clit. He hums against your folds and the vibrations have you scrabbling at Soap's arms for grounding.

"Come on lovey," Gaz coaxes against you, "come for me." His one broad hand keeps you spread for him as your legs attempt to clamp down while the other fingers pump deliciously fast inside of you. When he sucks your clit into his mouth you come apart, jacking your body up in an almost painful arch.

"Kyle," the way you cry his name is shrill and you know you've scratched deep grooves into Soap's arm judging by his hiss in your ear. The climax denial, while frustrating, made this one so much better. You can feel Gaz still lapping at you as you come down and you dare to snap your eyes over to Ghost; he's the reason the climax had been so intense after all. You see he's white knuckling the couch cushion behind him as if holding himself back and you just smirk at him.

Keeping your eyes on Ghost you pant, rolling your hips back again as Gaz traces his fingers over you, slipping his fingers in and out of you without restraint. You bite your lip with a soft moan before shutting your eyes reveling in the feel of Gaz's fingers all over and in you. They aren't as thick as Ghost's but they curve to the right spot and the whole room can hear each thrust he makes now, the squelching noises obscene.

After a moment Gaz pushes up to his full height on his knees, his cock in his hand. It’s weeping and you smile a bit devilishly before nodding your consent. Soap gently adjusts you on his lap, pushing your hips to meet Gaz and as you bare down, he slides in. It’s luxuriously slow and the groan that Gaz lets out makes you grin with delight.

“Fuck she’s tight,” Gaz breathes as he bottoms out. His hands loop under your thighs, fingers digging in the soft flesh.

“I told you,” Soap answers, his voice right by your ear as you lay back on him. You can feel his own hard length in your backside and as Gaz starts to move it rocks your ass over it. Again. And again.

You’re panting as Gaz fucks you, his strokes fast and short, as if afraid of pulling out too far. His grip is strong as he moves you and Soap’s arms stay wrapped tight around your waist to keep you tight against him. Soap is groaning at each pass your ass makes over him and you twist your head to kiss him. Teeth clashing and moans exchanging in each others mouths.

Gaz comes fast, lasting only a few minutes after all the teasing and he dips his head down to rest on your chest for a moment, both of your skin slick with sweat. You’re frazzled but you lightly run your hand down Gaz’s cheek as he catches his breath. Your fingers are tender as you trace over his face and jaw and he smiles against your skin, pressing a kiss there before leaning away and standing up again. He looks at between your legs for a moment, taking in what he did to you before stepping back as you continue to lay there sprawled for everyone else to see.

“Captain?” Soap asks as he kisses your temple, brushing some hair off your sticky forehead. You tilt your head up to look at Johnny expectantly. Surely he wanted you next, you could feel it digging into you. “I’ll always be last with you lass. Always,” he kisses you pointedly, as if he knew what you were asking. “Remind you that you’re mine,” he smirks.

“I’d never forget,” you admonish. Johnny was your safe haven, your home, your one. These other men’s affections were just that, affection. Johnny was unadulterated love.

“I know,” he whispers as Price rises from the couch to walk over. “I just want to be the one that finally breaks you,” he smirks at your eyebrow raise before gently pushing you up off him to stand again. He spins you around to face him and grabs your wrists to guide them to hold his shoulders. “Now be my good girl and bend over,” he grins as you feel Prices hands slide around your hips.

You grab Johnny's shoulders, fingers digging in anticipation before you feel Price kick your feet a little wider. You bite your lip looking at Soap’s face as he rubs his hands up and down your forearms. Right as your about to turn around and see what was taking the Captain so long he pushes in. Your body rocks forward as you hiss, it’s wet enough he glides right in but you’re already a bit sore.

“John,” you gasp out as he yanks you hard against his hips, digging in. You know he’s hit your cervix and you mewl a bit as he bullies it with short thrusts. “Are you going to just play or actually get on with it?” You ask over your shoulder, smirking as the glower Price gives you. Gaz emits a low whistle from his spot before chuckling; as if letting you know you had said the wrong thing.

“You’ll learn in time to not push me. I’ll be nice the first time,” Price smirks, his hands moving to rest on your lower back, arching you a bit before he sets a brutal pace. The pressure at this angle hurts at first and you cinch your eyes shut for a second to push through. Though you caught the fact he had said the first time, as if he were already anticipating having you more than tonight.

“Look at me,” Soap says as he grabs your chin. He’s being pushed deep into the couch cushions as you hold on for dear life as Price ruts into you. You crack open your eyes, panting and groaning as Soap’s squeezes your jaw to get your mouth wider. He always liked when you were loud. “There we go,” he grins as you let out a shrieking gasp.

“Fuck,” you whine. “Sir ,there, right there,” the pain is gone and you can feel the tingling rush of an orgasm working its way down your legs and up your spine. You knew the ‘Sir’ would be his undoing, Johnny had said Price nearly lost control when you whined it in the video.

Price switches to long hard thrusts that jerk you forward nearly knocking into Soap as he steadies you. You’re gasping with each one and swear you see stars as Price’s well practiced fingers find your clit sending you careening down your climax. He doesn’t stop. He punishes you through the high, taking advantage of your pliant body as he grabs your shoulders to slam you on him. Your head lolls forward as Price grunts his release, feeling him fill you back up where he had fucked Gaz completely out of you. The carpet was ruined you note as you look down at it.

“Pretty girl,” Price coos as he runs a gentle hand back down your shoulder blades. “You did so good for me,” he rubs his thumbs into your back a bit getting an appreciative groan from you as he pulls out.

Your legs are spent, shaking uncontrollably as you feel your knees buckle a bit. You need to sit, to breathe; to get a stiff drink. The couch isn’t an option with the mess you were; you weren’t going to ruin that too. You slide down to the floor and Johnny jolts forward alarmed.

“I’m fine, just need,” you start but Ghost is on the ground next to you already, moving faster than anyone.

“She needs water,” he says tilting your head back to look at your watery eyes. “And a little break,” he glances at Soap who nods and heads toward the kitchen. Gaz and Price are watching you from their seats, on the edge of the couch ready to bolt up should you ask them for anything.

“Bit overwhelmed is all,” Ghost says softly to you, softer than you’ve ever heard him. The change in his tone, his demeanor, is enough to give you whiplash. One minute he's almost begging Johnny for you, then pushing you away like a spent doll, and now he's cradling you against his chest like a fragile piece of glass.

Ghost takes the cup Soap nudges at his shoulder and you smile at Johnny's concerned face. He seems apprehensive but you just take the water Ghost gives you and sip. You’re much thirstier than you thought and you nearly chug it before Ghost pries it away.

“Too much is not a good thing,” he says absently handing the glass back behind him. Price grabs it and sets it aside. “Better?” He inquires as you breathe a bit then you nod.

“I don't understand you," you say after a second looking up at him as his thumb absently swipes at your shoulder in a soothing gesture. "You want me, then you don't and now," you huff.

"I'm just making you work for it," he answers, "I told you. Not nice and easy like those two." He tilts his head toward Johnny and Gaz, the latter snorting a bit as he sips on his drink. "I never said I didn't want you," his hand slides up your chest to your throat. He tilts your head back a bit so you have to stare into his hazel eyes as his fingers flex over your jaw, "I want you to beg for me."

#18+ only #18+ content #mdni #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle garrick #x female reader #x fem!reader #tf 141 x reader

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indigosunsetao3 · 16 days

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Honestly, of all the guys, I see Alex as the one that would most likely be the ‘brothers best friend’ trope.

Always around, protective, an impossible tease but caring and damn if he hated every single boyfriend you ever had.

The Heartbreak Prince (Alex Keller x f!reader)

Note: Okay, Chad Michael Collins is 44, so if we say Alex is 35-45, and you read this like the reader is in her early 20s, there might be a small reference to what you might consider grooming if you squint. In my head, Alex is 35 and the reader is around 30, but who am I to tell you how old she is?

Be a good girl for me.

Alex always took it on himself to keep you in line when you were ready to do something stupid or reckless. He had been like that since you were a kid, although the way he warned you changed drastically as you grew older.

Your brother didn't notice, or rather didn't want to notice, but his best friend was always extremely flirty with you. He touched your body every chance he got, placed soft kisses on your head, or simply gave you a ride home after a night out and spent the whole trip trying to make you smile and laugh.

Tonight he said these words when an ex of his showed up in the bar where you were drinking with your friends. You had never understood what he liked about her, the stereotypical dumb blonde who always tried to sound smart, but usually ended up saying something stupid. Alex deserved better, you were sure of that, and you hoped he knew it too.

“I always see your friends here, but you're never with them,” she complained with a pout she probably expected to look cute on her.

It wasn't cute. At all. And from the look on Alex’s face, you could tell he thought the same. His blue eyes were focused on the woman in front of him, and you could see his jaw tighten as he considered what to say. Their relationship got a nasty end, with a certain incident that divided your little group.

He traveled a lot because of his job–whatever it truly was, he never told you–but that relationship ended because she kissed some random guy at a party. Molly said it was an accident, then the story changed and she tried to turn herself into the victim by saying she felt neglected.

“What can I do for you?” Alex asked her eventually, his voice perfectly neutral as if he was talking to a stranger.

You didn't look at them, instead you focused on the screen of your phone and only listened to the conversation. That was more than enough for you, the least you wanted was witnessing a car crash. Because you knew the girl would throw a fit, either blaming Alex again or begging him to take her back.

She didn't respond right away and you heard a gasp leave her lips. Normally you would've assumed she was thinking about what to say, but knowing her, you quickly dismissed the idea. As if. Biting the inside of your cheek to keep a smile from appearing on your face, you opened a messaging app and began to send Alex some memes.

His phone beeped in front of him and he took a quick look at the screen. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as he turned it upside down and placed it on the table with a smirk. Then you felt his foot bump into your leg, and soon he spread his legs wide enough to be able to press his thigh to yours.

“What are you doing?” you wrote him as if he would answer now.

But to your surprise he picked up his phone and typed a short response. “Watch this.”

So you did as you were told and turned your head to face him. The corner of Alex's mouth turned upwards before he reached out to take your hand, long fingers lacing with yours as if this had been a common occurrence. Your breath caught in your throat which didn't seem to bother him. In fact, this only made him more determined to make it look like you were dating.

“Are you joking?” Molly asked hysterically, causing your friends to grab their drinks and walk away. “I always hated the way this snake tried to get your attention, even when we were dating.”

Alex rolled his eyes at this. “I don't know what gave you the idea, it was the other way around,” he told her cheekily, then leaned over to place a kiss on your head.

And you were sitting there, being dragged into a fight you didn't want to be a part of. While you tried to pay attention to anything but that conversation, the gears in your brain began to turn. The other way around? You had always assumed it was meaningless flirting from his part. But maybe he was only saying this to annoy Molly.

“I love it when you're such a good girl for me,” he whispered in your ear to bring you back to reality, and his lips touched your skin to make your brain short-circuit.

Only now that you looked up did you notice that Molly had left without a word, leaving you there alone. “Alex, what the hell?” you demanded as you moved a little away from him.

“What?” he asked innocently as he took a sip of his beer. You punched his upper arm with an angry look on your face. “Come on, you can't say this wasn't a long time coming.”

“Nothing happened.”

Alex let out a laugh before he put a finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Which is a shame.”

Before you could say anything, he leaned forward to kiss you, his lips gently moving in perfect sync with yours. Damn it, you didn't even realize you kissed him back. But it felt good, so good that you didn't want it to end. Maybe he was right. Maybe this really was a long time coming.

#alex keller #alex keller x reader #echo 3 1 #call of duty #modern warfare #I love him

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indigosunsetao3 · 17 days

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Your ex-husband John Price series gives me a similar vibe to John McClane from the Die Hard movies. I've only watched the first two movies, though. I know McClane's relationship with his ex-wife (and later wife again?) was rocky, but I enjoyed them together.

(The second Die Hard movie is one of my all-time favorites and I do consider it a Christmas movie. 😅)

I can see that! I'll be honest, I think I've seen the first three but that's it. My family is big 80's action movie fans so they've seen them all and I'm pretty sure have the DVDs somewhere.

I do like a good snarky relationship dynamic. Just constantly needling and prodding for the hell of it. It keeps the story line interesting.

Die Hard 1&2 are a Christmas movies, I'll stand on that hill with you. We also watch the Bob's Burgers episode "Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl" at Christmas time too 😆

#answered asks #answered #ask me things #send me asks #asks

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indigosunsetao3 · 18 days

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The Car

Warnings: Jealousy, Manipulation (from both parties), Smut, Oral Sex

Second expansion of the Ex Husband Price list.

"No no no," you groan as you car splutters on the road. You knew something felt off when you had pulled out of the garage at work but decided to risk it anyway. You had recently started a new job, finally able to find a company that was willing to take a risk on you after such a long time away from the work force. Eager to show your enthusiasm for the job you worked late all week, even this Friday evening.

"Shit," you sigh as the car bucks in protest and you pull over to the very narrow shoulder. It's whining and idling so low you know it's going to stall out and before you can even throw the hazards on it does just that. It had done this before and you never got a solid answer from John what the issue was. He threw a whole bunch of lingo at you explaining but he knew it would go over your head.

You give the car a few seconds rest before trying to the key to start it again. The car stutters, engine squealing as it tries to turn over but it doesn't get there. You wait and try again, same result. One more time and you let out a yell of frustration and throw the keys into the passenger seat. It's nearly ten at night, on a Friday. You couldn't just leave your car here but a tow was out of your budget, and actually going to the shop to fix it was out of the question.

There's only one other option and it eats you from the inside as you stare at his number in your phone.

"John," you say when he finally picks up. It had rung so long you were sure it was going to go to voicemail. He doesn't say anything but you know he is listening. "My car's dead," you explain with a irritated sigh. "I was leaving work and it did that weird bucking thing and I think I saw smoke," you explain, eyes darting to the road as another car flies by. "You we're able to fix it last time and I just thought you could tell me-" you don't finish before he cuts you off.

"Call a tow," John replies flatly and you hear something rattling; glasses. "I'm busy," he continues and then you hear someone talking in the background. A man but you also hear a woman's lilting laugh a second later. That makes you freeze.

"You know what," you snap, jerkily removing your seatbelt and going for the door. "I'll figure it out myself," you climb out and slam the car door shut. Another car races by and the loud roar of the engine makes you wince as your jam the phone between your shoulder and ear as your fingers scramble to find the hood latch. "Have a nice evening with your friends."

"Get back in the car," John snaps, obviously having heard you climb out and the cars going by. "Where are you?"

"Doesn't matter, you're busy," you answer back finally finding the latch. You let the phone slide down and you grab it with your hand as you wrench the hood above your head and look for the support piece to hold it in place. "I'm sure someone will pull over to help." And you hang up.

He calls back four times but you ignore him as you stare at the engine. You have no idea what you are looking at and when you reach for something familiar the heat wafting from it makes you flinch back. Then, because England lives for being dramatic, it starts to rain. The water fizzles as it hits the hot engine and you huff, moving to let the hood fall with a loud bang again not sure if it was wise to let the engine drenched.

Stomping around to the drivers side door you stare at the phone as John starts sending texts before calling again and you finally pickup.

"Figure it out, sweetheart?" John asks sarcastically. You can hear music in the background and you do your best to not let your ears strain to see if you can hear that woman again.

"I'm calling a tow," you answer simply as you smooth your hair back off your face. "Maybe they'll actually fix it properly this time," you snipe. He had been the one to 'fix' it last time.

"Where are you?" He asks ignoring your jab.

You sigh before giving him the road you're on and lean back into the seat. He says he'll be there in thirty, he has to drop someone off at home first. You don't ask who that person is, though you feel a squirm in your stomach at the thought if it was that woman. Maybe a date that you interrupted. If you hadn't been so exhausted after a long week you probably wouldn't have even called him. The instinct to reach out to him when something went wrong was still too strong and it irked you that he was still your safe space.

Lights flare in your rearview mirror as John pulls up in his truck, flashing them once to let you know it's him. The rain is coming down in a proper downpour now and you snatch up your purse and dart out into it. You twist to lock your car over your shoulder, the battery is functional at least. When you pull the door open you have to pull yourself up, the stupid thing so tall that John used to help you in it whenever you two would take it out.

"Don't," you say as he looks at you and opens his mouth. You're shivering and you wrap your arms around yourself as he throws on his signal to pull back into traffic. "I'll call a tow for it in the morning," you state as you watch the dark form of your car in the mirror disappear into dark. "Maybe I just need a new one. I don't want something unreliable." Not that you could afford a new car by any means.

"I'll look at it first," John states as he leans over and turns the heat up a bit. "Probably just the fuel injector again," he mutters, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He doesn't say anything else for the rest of the ride and you don't fill the silence either. You're exhausted, cold and frustrated with yourself and the whole situation. Especially the jealousy burning in your chest as you catch sight of a lipstick covered straw on a fast food cup in the cupholder. He catches you looking at it and smirks as you quickly advert your eyes back out the window.

"You can stay on the couch," you offer looking at the radio clock as he pulls into your driveway. It's almost midnight and you know his apartment is across town, "if you want." You tack on before climbing out and wobbling on your heels on the driveway. It's the least you could do for him taking pity and coming to get you, plus if he's here he's not with the woman wearing shocking pink lipstick.

"Gaz is going to meet me in the morning," he offers as he kicks his shoes off at the door while texting on his phone. "See if we can fix it."

"Right," you answer, not turning around to look at him as your climb the stairs. "You know where the blankets are."

"You're welcome," John calls up the stairs, to which you answer with a snap of your bedroom door. You flick the lock for good measure even if the cheap doorhandle would never keep John Price out if he was determined.

Rest is fitful. You wake up multiple times and stare at the ceiling thinking about the fact John is downstairs. How long had it been since you had spent a night together, even if it was in different rooms? Months. You nearly crack and go down to check at him a three am. Telling yourself you just wanted to make sure he was comfortable, but when you open the bedroom door his resounding snores tell you he's just fine, ruining your pathetic excuse.

When you wake next it's nearly nine in the morning and you quickly hop out of bed. You can hear music coming from outside and you peer out the window to see John in the driveway, bent over tinkering over your car engine. He must have been up early to have already gone out, managed to get it running, get it back here and Gaz already be gone.

Not sure what to do with yourself you keep busy in the house, willing yourself to not look out and stare at him. When you brought him out a bottle of water and some crisps he's humming along to the music, a smirk on his lips as he works. He glances at you as you watch over his shoulder, doing your best to look at what he's doing and not the back of his actual shoulder where the muscles are rippling under the skin as he loosens a few bolts.

"Need something?" He asks as you stand there uselessly for another few minutes. "I'm almost done if that's what you're here for," he tacks on as he stands up and wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt.

For fucks sake. You bite the inside of your cheek at the glimpse of his stomach, the sweat that is shining there and the matted hair that trails deliciously down to the waistband of his pants. He lets his shirt fall before chugging the water as he looks at you waiting for an answer.

"I've got a few errands to run today," you cover quickly. "Is this going to be working properly when you're done with it? Only, I don't want to get stranded again," you state, doing your best to sound annoyed and not impossibly distracted by him standing there.

"It'll be fine," John answers, "you need to keep up the maintenance on it. The oil was sludge," he admonishes as he toes the waste can. "When was the last time you actually took it in for a tune up?"

"That was your job," you answer with a small shrug. "Didn't cross my mind. Just another thing to add to my to do list until I find someone else to do it for me." You turn heel and you know he's glaring at your back.

You spend the rest of your time burning off the nervous energy cleaning the house. When you drag the overflowing trash out to the bin you spot the fast food cup from the night before sitting in there. The bright pink lipstick glaring in the sunlight and you reach in to grab the cup to look at it, pausing when you realize how ridiculous that is before dumping the rest of the trash over it. When the lid slams shut you look over to see John staring at you with a shit-eating grin. He knows you had saw it, as if he had planned it.

Sometime later you hear him come in and find him washing his hands in the sink. He's covered in dirt, grease and sweat. You lean on the door jam watching him for a bit, watching him attempt to suds off the dirt with one of your flowery hand soaps.

"Just go shower," you state after a second as he leans down to rinse his arms up to his elbows. "You're making a mess of my kitchen," you state, tilting your head at the puddles of dirty water that he's dripped all over the sink and floor.

"I'll be out in a few," John states as he brushes past you. "Car should be all set by the way. Fully tuned up and running perfectly," he turns to walk backwards for a second, "you'll still need to get an oil change in six months though."

"I'll be sure to let the next person know. Six months should be plenty of time to find someone else to do it," you smirk as you see his shoulders tense as he rounds the stairs. You wipe up the kitchen and realize he doesn't have a towel and you'll be damned if he gets oil all over your nice ones.

Darting up the stairs you pause at the linen closet to grab an old ratty towel before knocking on the ensuite. The shower is running and you're about to crack the door open and throw the towel in for him when he calls for you to come in. You twist the door handle and push the door open to find him standing there in just his pants, hands in the midst of undoing his zipper.

"Forgot to give you a towel," you state, holding it up to him. He nods his head to the side to indicate for you to just set it on the counter. Then he undoes his zipper fully and steps out of his pants in a swift movement. He acts as if this were normal, that you were still married and he was just getting in the shower after a long day.

"John!" You snap as you drop your gaze to the floor quickly and twist your head a bit.

"Never knew you to be shy," John answers simply as he bends down and grabs his pants and folds them on the counter. He's going deliberately slow and you dart your eyes up to look at him. He's watching you like a hawk and you swallow as you take in the sight of him in the rapidly steaming bathroom. "Get out then if you're that upset about it," he teases as you let your eyes roam over him. He holds perfectly still, letting you drink him in knowing that you're struggling. "Or join me," he tacks on with an eyebrow quirk. "Saw you watching me all morning," he smirks. "Don't lie," he says quickly as you open your mouth to fight him on that.

"Get in the shower," you breathe out as you move to leave. "I don't want to see the lipstick on your cock from your girlfriend last night." There was that jealousy you had been trying to fight for hours. You hadn't seen anything, but you had certainly looked for the evidence despite yourself. His hand grabs your wrist swiftly and tugs you back toward him.

"I cleaned that off already," he taunts pulling you closer to him. "You jealous, sweetheart?" He tilts his head to the side a bit as you twist your wrist to pull back, it's a false attempt and you both know it.

"You're free to do whatever you want," you answer, eyes flicking up to his face. "Does she know you went to your ex wife's rescue?" You see his eyes narrow at the word ex-wife and you do your best to squash the glee you get at his anger of the term. "And you stayed in her house?"

"She's not worried about it," John answers and he knows he's hit a sore spot, but he keeps needling. "I told her exactly where I was going and she just told me to be careful." He's confirming your worst fear and the sudden jerk of your arm breaks his grip on you.

"Wash up and get out," you snap and turn to leave but you barely make it to the door before he grabs you around the waist to pull you back. He's chuckling and you thrash seeing red.

"She doesn't care if I'm with my wife," he states, either purposely or slip of the tongue forgetting the ex part. "Because she's Johnny's bird. I had them over the apartment last night," he nips your ear as your still in his arms. "Now who's a jealous arsehole?" Something you had accused him of so many times.

"You lied," you gasp out, the fight dying in you as you piece everything together. He nuzzles the side of your neck and kisses your pounding pulse. You don't fight him as his hands roughly untucks your shirt from your sinfully short pajama shorts.

"I never said a word, you made your own assumptions," he admonishes as his hands find your now bare breasts and kneads them roughly. "Turn about is fair play," he grinds out as you arch up off him as he pinches your nipples. You know he's referring to what you had done last time he had been around, taunting him about your ex.

"You let me make them on purpose," you whine as one hand slides down your stomach toward the hem of your shorts.

"So what if I did?" He asks as his fingers toy with the elastic of your underwear. "I like getting you all worked up. Watch you squirm a bit," he palms your center through the thin cotton material and you attempt to grind down on his hand but he pulls back a fraction of an inch. "Get you needy for me," his fingers brush down the v of your bikini line, "remind you that you did this to yourself." He bites your shoulder as you grab his wrist to force him to touch you but he barely grazes your clit with his finger before pulling away.

"John," you say frustrated as he lets go of you and steps around to get in the shower. "We can't kept doing this. It's just dragging it out."

"I seem to remember it was you calling me last night," he states as he opens the glass shower door and barely steps in. His eye are watching you, a commanding look on his face as he lifts his hand up to you. He's making you go to him, making you beg him.

You stare at him determined to hold onto some dignity this time. You couldn't be the one to give in twice in a row, even if you had gotten yourself off last night thinking about him to take the edge off to get some sleep. But when the hot water rushes over John's naked form and he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, you follow obediently.

You strip out of your shorts and underwear and step into the steam of the shower. Before the door even clicks shut he's got you pinned to tile wall, causing you to gasp at the bite of cold on your back. His tongue takes that chance to sweep in and you moan as his fingers finally find your clit and rub gentle circles. He kicks your legs a bit wider so he can run his hand further down you and he roughly pushes a finger in without warning.

"This is something you can't take care of yourself," he says as he pulls back from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "I heard you last night," he states as he curls his finger, pumping antagonizing slow. "Heard you open the door before retreating again. Then I heard you whimpering my name a few minutes later," he hitches his breath with you, a mockery, as he pushes a second finger in. "Yet here you are, still so needy for me. Can't take that edge off yourself can you?"

You narrow your eyes. You thought you had heard something when you had dug around in the nightstand. Had frozen in your hunt for something, anything, to get yourself off but found your stash depleted. Your toys had slowly been disappearing, or losing charge when you needed them most, over the past few months. You just thought you had just misplaced them in the bathroom or forgot to charge them. But the way John is taunting you, you're suspicious he's the reason you haven't been able to properly get yourself off.

"You sneaky bastard," you pant as he kisses you feverishly a few times before dropping down to his knees before you. You run your hands through his soaked hair as he kisses his way down your stomach, his one hand never stopping its ministrations as his other slides down to the back of your thigh to lift your leg up over his shoulder.

"I would have helped you last night," he replies as he kisses you just a fraction of an inch above where you want him most. "But you're the one who locked the door," he finishes before darting his tongue out to lick a long, wide, stripe over your clit.

You buck up and have to slap one hand on the wall to keep yourself balanced as he begins to lap at you in earnest. The water is scalding against your already heated skin and when you look down you see John's eyes staring up at you. The piercing blue eyes crinkled in the corners because he's smirking at what he's doing to you, at the noises he's getting out of you.

"How many times did you cum last night?" John asks as he picks up the pace with his fingers, pressing his free hand on your lower pelvis to keep you from riding his hands and helping yourself.

"O-once," you shudder, "barely." You admit because damn it you want to get off properly. If his smug attitude at 'winning' this fight meant that would happen, you would you'd take it. "Fuck John," you throw your head back on the wall, feeling it bounce lightly, as he nips at your clit.

"Poor thing," he taunts as he places a chaste kiss where he had just bitten. He twists out of the grip you attempt to get on his hair to pull him to you; he's going to decide when and how you finish. "Impatient, jealous and oh so needy," he spreads you a bit wider before sucking lightly causing you to shake with exertion.

"Stop teasing me," you say frustratedly before yelping as he bites you harder than before. "Please," you tack on knowing he's never one to accept your demanding things.

"Since you asked so nicely," John says before finally giving you what you want. His fingers find that spot in you without hesitation, he knows your body too well, as his tongue abuses your clit. You rock your hips into his face, riding him as he pushes you to that edge. You finally topple over the abyss at a scrape of his teeth and he holds you steady to keep from slipping in the water.

You come down, sinking a few inches on the wall as he unhooks your leg off his shoulder. He's smirking as he pushes up from the ground and you reach for him, more than ready for a second, or third, orgasm but he stops you despite being rock hard himself.

"I've got a meeting," he explains as he grabs a bottle of shampoo absently and begins to quickly wash his hair, using the excess suds to wipe down his skin. "And unlike you, I can finish myself," he smirks as his palms his heavy dick for a second just to taunt you before rinsing off.

You narrow your eyes reach for him again but he grabs your wrist to restrain you. He's serious. He is going to leave you here aching for more. With one last gloating smirk he steps out and grabs one of your nice towels, the raggedy one left forgotten on the counter.

In his haste to clean up he hadn't gotten all the grease off his skin and the remnants are left on your nice fluffy towel. You glare at the mess before attempting to finish the job John had left for you but it doesn't work. It's a ghost of an orgasm that he had given you in the shower.

What John didn't tell you was his meeting was simply paying off Simon for helping him. He had asked him to follow you home from work to make sure you didn't end up in too dangerous of a spot when the car did eventually splutter to a stop. And after John had picked you up Simon fixed the car in a second. He just had to put the fuse back in that John had ripped out earlier that evening.

Once the car was running properly, Simon pulled it safely into the woods for the evening. A task that thankfully didn’t require hot-wiring since John had given him the set of spare keys he had stolen after he fucked you over the couch all those days ago.

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