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sleepyconfusedpotato · 1 year

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More of You, Pt. 2

Part 1

Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin (OC)

Word Count : ~ 2.4k words

Warning : tooth-rotting fluff and good ol’ cursings.

Title and story inspired by the song with the same title by JP Saxe!

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"--ra 4 this is– tcher-1 do y– copy?"

Jade opened her heavy eyelids at the sound. She blinked a number of times to wake herself up and find out where the voice came from.

"Sierra-4 do you copy?"

She’d recognize that voice even if it was filtered a thousand times. Laswell's voice. It came from the radio that she had put on the bedside table the night prior as the CIA said that she'll contact her about the exfil for both of them. Finally. From the colours she got in her eyes, she could tell that it was early in the morning as the sunlight wasn’t present yet.

However, when she wanted to move her body to reach the PTT, a mass of weight seemed to hold her in place, and it was looming all over her back, even to her front. That was when Jade realized how she's not in the position she first slept in. Ghost was supposed to be on her arms with her arm as his pillow to support his neck.

Now it's the opposite. She's on her opposite side, Ghost on her back, hugging her close to him while he placed his own arm on the bed to be her pillow, and he even covered her with the blankets, so beneath the sheets, their legs were entangled together. What's even more shocking was the fact that his other arm was on her waist and stomach, pressing her body to his.

Jade wanted to scream right now. She was going implode on his arms from the situation she found herself in.

Ghost was surely still asleep judging by the sound of his steady breaths and his unmoving limbs as he absolutely needed all the rest he could get. However, Laswell's trying to comm her right now, and she needed to get out of his enveloping arms – yet her mind was adamant to do that as it was really warm and comfortable.

"Jade. Can you hear me?"

Goddamnit. Dammit! Dammit!! Why now Kate?!?!

Jade tried to get out of his arms, try being the keyword here. She evidently failed to do so as Ghost kept on pressing her hips back to him, his voice rumbled lowly before going back to sleep. She tried to escape another time, but the result stayed the same.

While she found herself very amused by his unconscious actions and how almost childlike he was while doing this, Jade needed to reply to Laswell, or else she'd think they were dead.

And so, Jade lifted her upper body ever so slightly and leaned as far as she could to the bedside table while her lower body was still wrapped by Ghost's arm. He did mumble a bit, but Jade finally managed to reach the PTT, bringing the device close to her mouth, still laying on the bed. "Watcher-1, this is Sierra-4 I copy. Send traffic."

A sigh of relief could be heard. "I thought you were dead. What took you so long to reply?"

"I was uh… drying the clothes…"

"Well, How's Ghost doing?"

'He's currently asleep but he's hugging me from the back and he's refusing to let me go' was the thing she wanted to say, but instead, Jade only said, "He's alive."

"Okay. I've contacted Alejandro and his team to pick you guys up for exfil. He's currently on the way to the facility to clean the place and he'll be with you in any time now."

Oh. God bless Alejandro. She's missed him since the Las Almas missions. "Copy that. Thanks Kate."

"You're welcome. Bring him home safely, Jade."

"You know I will." She smiled.

"Take care, Watcher-1 out."

Putting the PTT back to the wooden table, Jade huffed in relief. The fact that she just answered Laswell’s call while still wrapped around Ghost’s arm was such a comical scene, prompting a chuckle out of her. Alejandro’s coming very soon, and they really needed to get ready. She had to check his wounds, change his bandages, and then prepare for the Mexican colonel’s arrival.

A light snore from her back interrupted her thoughts.

Wow. He’s deep deep in sleep.

The woman smiled in amusement. He really was just a regular bloke, huh?

Really slowly, She rolled her entire body, finally facing Ghost in his sleeping state – No scowl in sight, his guard completely down. His light eyelashes rested on his eyelids perfectly. He’d admitted in Las Almas that he slept with his mask on ‘soundly’. She wondered if this was one of those rare moments where he slept with his mask off during a mission. This was probably the closest she’d been to his face, or anyone, really. Heck, this is probably the closest she’d been to any man.

...He’s quite a gorgeous man up close.

Realizing that she was starting to blush profusely against her will, she shook her head to delete that cloud of thoughts from her mind and focus on the task at hand.

Putting her palm on his forehead gently, Jade felt relieved that he was not burning up like yesterday, albeit still warm to the touch. His bruises obviously needed some more time to heal, and now she needed to check his shoulder and side, and that required her to wake him up.

He’s still snoring.

Dammit she didn’t wanna wake him up!!

Suddenly, his snore hitched, surprising her. Right at that point Jade couldn’t think of anything to do. A part of her just wanted to back away and stand up, but what would he think? He'd think that she didn't want to be any close to him and that could not be farther from the truth.

So she stayed frozen there, trying to stay still all the while Ghost woke himself up. And with a little groan, he finally opened his eyes, focusing his eyes before quickly finding Jade’s face right in front of his and how his arm was still on her waist.

Ghost’s eyes widened at the sight, quickly lifted his hand up and leaned back to distance himself, all without uttering a single word. And boy oh boy, she never expected to see the Ghost himself blushing profusely like this. Did anybody ever see this face of his? Another medal to her collection then.

“Sorry.” He muttered with a voice deeper than the depths of hell from sleep, looking to the side to see anywhere but her face or he knew he’ll be even more embarrassed. “Must’ve… moved in the night.”

Jade let out a light chuckle, “Relax, it’s fine. I like it when you hug me though.” Whoa. Did she just say that??

His eyebrows lifted at that statement. “Really?”

Fuck it, she’ll just continue. “Yeah. And while we’re at it, don’t you have the most beautiful eyes.” Ghost would’ve exploded at that. “They’re like uh… Like a stream of light going through a glass of bourbon.”

He couldn’t rack up any response to that poetic description of his eyes. “...Thanks. Picked them myself.”

Her lip curved into a smile seeing him like this, “Where did you get those?”

Right at that moment, Ghost decided to just play along. “Down the market.”

“Yeah? How much did you pay for it?”

“A few quid.” He replied, “What about yours? They’re the colour of… like a stream of light going through a bottle of Tanqueray Gin.” Ghost recited the same words to her, prompting them to laugh at each other.

Trying to dial down her laughter, Jade answered back, “From the streets, so I got 100% discount.”

That got a wheeze out of him. “You got your eyeballs from the streets?”

Jade laughed out loud, “You got yours from the market! Which unfortunate bloke’s eyes did you buy?!”

This was gonna be an inside joke between the two of them, they were sure of it. As they guffawed at each other’s jokes, Ghost lifted his hand to her cheek, making Jade flinch. He put his finger under strands of her red hair, before softly tucking them behind her ear, all the while she just stayed there watching him. God, she wanted to see him smile and laugh like this more. Didn’t feel like a few months ago that she heard him say that he had a ‘cold heart’.

“Sierra-4, this is Victor-1 do you copy?”

Out of nowhere, her radio buzzed, catching both of them off guard.

“This is Alejandro, Jade, Ghost, Do any of you copy?”

Shit shit shit. Jade forgot about Alejandro coming to get them an exfil. Ghost’s eyes widened as she urgently rolled over and sat on the bed, taking the PTT close to her mouth. “Victor-1, this is Sierra-4 with Bravo 0-7, I copy.”

“Es bueno escuchar tu voz, Jade. Is Ghost okay?” The colonel asked with his usual gritty voice.

“Yeah, he’s solid. A little banged up, but you know how he is.” Jade answered while Ghost sat up on the bed. “Are you at the warehouse already?”

“Si, me, Rodolfo and the others are here, and madre de Dios, you didn’t leave a single body alive, huh.” Hearing those words, Jade looked back at Ghost who was checking his own injuries.

Looking back at Ghost's extraction from the facility yesterday, Jade only cleared the exterior and some goons on the first floor. The basement was crawling with Narcos, yet the injured, tortured, dehydrated and malnutritioned Ghost managed to kill his way out. This fact reminding her once again of how much of a beast the lieutenant was.

"We did what we had to do to get them off our tails.” Jade said to the PTT.

“As long as you both are okay, then I'm grateful. Thanks to Ghost’s hard work in locating this facility, we can cut out the supply.” Alejandro continued, “I’m coming to get you in 10. Can you be ready by then?”

“Claro. See you in 10 then.”

“Okay, Victor-1 out.”

With that, Jade put her PTT back to the table, scooting aside to check on Ghost’s wounds. “Those hurt too much?”

“Not something I can’t bear.” Ghost looked to his shoulder. Some of the blood seeped and coloured the bandage into pink. It was a bad wound after all.

After she finished re-dressing his wounds, Jade stood up and tidied up the table, taking the used portable bonfire and both ration packages, and putting them inside her backpack all the while Ghost slowly stood up, trying to hold his weight. He must admit that he’s still dizzy from all the blood he lost. If he’d been alone, he might have had to survive the wilderness of the rainforest alone, eating any animal he could hunt. Hell, that was only if he could get out of that warehouse alive with all the injuries that was inflicted upon him.

Jade turned around to find him standing up, holding the side where a bullet grazed him. “You good?”

“I’m fine.”

“Here, take it.” He looked down, finding his skull mask on her hand already cleaned from the blood and dirt, most importantly dry. “I put it beside the little fire all night. Looks good as new. Thought you’ll need it.” Jade smiled as she looked up to accommodate their height difference. If he were to be honest, he didn’t even realize that his face had been out in the open for so long. When was the last time he had his face open this long on a mission, outside, and spent a night with a woman like this?

Still, he owed her so much after this one. She essentially saved his life.

Ghost smiled softly, taking the mask back and wore them over his head, finally covering his face. “Thanks, Lottie. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime, Love.”

Jade turned back to the table to tidy up and wear her gear, but Ghost could only stand dumbfounded at the word that just came out of her mouth.

Love.

Thank the heavens he’d worn the mask already or she would find his face as red as her hair. Fuck.

Well, at least that’s an improvement from ‘Beanpole’.

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Alejandro arrived ten minutes after his call with Jade driving an SUV alone. He found the safehouse after Laswell had given him the location. Alejandro was welcomed by Ghost and Jade already outside, gears on and ready to go.

“¡Hola, Ghost, Jade!” Alejandro shouted to them as he stopped beside the wooden cabin, a wide grin on his face. He got off the car to approach Jade, who had the same grin on her face and hugged the woman as a greeting. Ghost's body tensed beside them.

“Cómo estás, Hermana.” The Mexican colonel said, patting Jade’s back in the hug.

“Muy bien, muy bien, Coronel.”

Seeing Jade smile like that while in someone else’s embrace irked Ghost. Huh.

Alejandro leaned back, looking at the lieutenant up and down, “You good, Ghost?”

“Not dead yet.” He replied.

“Good to see you alive, Hermano. If you both are ready, we can get out of here, and we’ll get you both home.”

Something clicked in Jade’s mind. “Oh, Lord. I forgot one of my knives under the bed. Sorry, can I go back for a sec?”

“Sure.” Alejandro replied, leaning back to the side of the car before Jade walked towards the warehouse to find her blades.

As both men waited, the Mexican glanced at Ghost, who was staring at the woman’s back as she walked her way to the cabin. He knew that since the Las Almas mission, something was going on between these two Brits, prompting an amused scoff out of him.

“Told you not to get lost.”

The Brit flinched and looked at Alejandro, a small smile on his lips. He remembered the last thing that he’d said before leaving Las Almas along with the rest of 141.

‘¡No te pierdas, Carnal!’

Ghost only scoffed, shifting his weight to his leg, recalling a conversation he had years ago with Price back in the SAS base.

“You ever think about settlin’ down, Simon?”

“....No.”

“Maybe we’ll break a leg, get shot, and our career’s over. Think you’ll find yourself a woman?”

“...She’s got to be one crazy bird, then.”

A wheeze from the captain, “Takes crazy to love crazy, innit.”

“If only there’s a woman insane enough to love me.”

With the sight of Jade running back their way with the said knife, Ghost turned to Alejandro, surprising him a little bit as he didn’t expect Ghost to say anything, saying,

“I’m found, Hermano.”

The Mexican colonel laughed at Ghost’s response and patted his back. “That you are. Now let’s get you home.”

fin

WOOHOO! There it goes! Hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs and replies are much appreciated (❁´◡`❁)

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brokenpieces-72 · 2 months

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Stray Fluff

This is part 2. Part 1 is here. If you have any ideas or want to be included in the Taglist, leave a comment or send me a request. In this fic you are a dog, 100% canine, not a human. Enjoy.

“Pffah!” Johnny spat as he fruitlessly held out his arms for cover, and turned his head away while you shook your fur once again. The soap went everywhere including Johnny’s face, getting a bit in his mouth. Kyle shielded himself as well, as you wagged your tail unaware of their displeasure.

“Maybe we should call you trouble.” Kyle suggested, looking right at you. You just panted happily. Kyle couldn't stay mad at that face.

“Don’t name it Gaz ya’ll just get attached.” Johnny said, grumpily.

“The dog isn’t going much of anywhere mate. They’re staying here until we get a transfer sorted for them.” Gaz reminded him.

“Alright get over here mutt.” Soap commands. You obey, but not how he wanted. You walked over to him for another round of shampoo, and jumped up to lick his face, getting him even more soaked and drenched than before. Kyle was sympathetic enough to pull you off of Johnny who was getting fed up with your antics.

Price was still on video call with Laswell trying to figure out what can be done about the poor dog. Meanwhile Laswell was still trying to figure out how to deal with a dog and getting it safely off the base.

“And it stole a ration?” She asked.

“A potato yes. Soap was very adamant.” Price said, with a hint of sarcasm behind his statement.

“Hmm…” Laswell said before starting to mutter over the video call.

“You’re breaking up watcher.” Price commented.

"The dog is from an animal testing facility. Beauty products most likely." Kate exclaimed.

"Dog doesn't show any signs of testing, at least none that I've noticed." Price pointed out.

“There’s a stamp on the collar with a few numbers and a small logo but I can't make out what the logo is. This is very strange, John."

“Tell that to my sergeants currently giving the mutt a flea bath." Price commented. There was a small chuckle from Laswell.

“You’ll be the first to know if anything else comes up. Call it a fixation, but I'm going to do more digging, for now the dog will have to stay with on base.” Laswell said.

"Ghost is already out getting some extra supplies." Price said, guessing this would happen.

"I'll let you know what I find. Watcher out." Laswell said before signing off. Price sat back in his seat sighing. The Dog would stay until they figured out where it came from or a shelter could take it.

Price stood up and headed outside. As soon as he opened the door though, you slipped in, covered in shampoo and water. Price got out of the just in time to keep Johnny and Kyle from running into him. You’re around the corner of the hall in mere seconds with the two sergeants hot on your tail. Price just stood there and shaking his head in disbelief. Simon was standing next to him in a couple of minutes seeing the captain’s wet leg from you rubbing against him, and the remaining trail of puddles. He looked at his captain.

“What do we do with the dog?” He asked. Price looked back at his lieutenant and down the hall again, with neither you nor the sergeants in sight.

Each of the 141 came up with their own ideas. Or sometimes you were the one who came up with the idea.

Kyle would use his off time to give you attention. Didn't take long for it to become a bit of a routine and one you picked up on, finding him somewhere on base just finishing up, poking your head in and wagging your tail. It became a highlight of his day, and yours, as you got plenty of scratches and even belly rubs. Kyle enjoyed it for the chance to be active in a more positive sense. Work could be tiring for him, and he wouldn’t always go outside and throw something for you, but he welcomed snuggles on his bunk. Sometimes you would help with his work, actually listening to his instructions when you're ordered to drop it.

At one point Kyle decided to teach you some basic commands and even had a K9 unit and trainer join to help you learn as well. Yeah uh... you kept getting him tangled in the leash, and more than once you fell off whatever makeshift ramps and platforms they made. You did learn how to sit, stay, and go with leash tugs and spoken word. The K9 trainer would look after you whenever Kyle and the rest of the 141 had to leave to go on missions. You would often spend your days waiting on Kyle's bed for him to return. Anytime you overheard a chopper or jeep you would spring off the bed, barking excitedly until you got outside, standing and waiting to see if they had returned safely.

For the most part, you followed Johnny around while he was working out or doing other stuff on base. He found you a bit of a nuisance. If he didn't give you attention even when you were being so well-behaved, you would nip at his hand or leg. This led to him giving you attention, but it was usually just to chase you off. At one point though while he was working out he started doing sit-ups. You went over to him and sat at his feet before putting your paws on his knees. Your happy face stopped him before he got his first sit making him chuckle. After you helped him with sit-ups you made his push-ups more of a challenge, laying on his back. Johnny was able to distract you with a ball, but you two become more comfortable with each other. Eventually, he’s taking you with him to go running, using a leash to keep you from running too far ahead. You’re still a kind-hearted menace though, taking any food he leaves in reach of your mouth.

Simon found you very helpful. You’re a dog, and he could talk to you when he needed it. On occasion, he finds you sleeping in his bed, sometimes on his chest. You are not unwelcomed. Often you are discovered after he wakes up, sometimes from nightmares. You wake with him, and with you on top of him, you ground him.

“Good dog.” He muttered one night in a cold sweat. You stared at him in the dark and then felt his rough calloused hands massaging your ears. He found you soothing, even when you’re just hiding under the table waiting for something to drop. Simon doesn’t bother sneaking food, he straight up slips it to under the table.

Price didn't know what to make of you for the first week or so. You’re not like most stray dogs that tend to be frightened of humans. You’re curious and you openly show that curiosity. Price is often writing reports and doing paperwork so you’ll try to distract him, by getting a ball or stick. You get a ball and start begging for him to play with you. He has to focus on his work and he expresses this to you multiple times. Then you would see if you could get him to see the toy. He would scold you, and wrestle with you to get off his lap or desk.

Price sighed as one such wrestle led to the ball falling and bouncing away for you to chase. Then he noticed the time. Thinking for a moment he did need to take a break.

“Outside?” He asked you. You looked at him with the ball in your mouth, tilting your head. He asked again. “Outside?”

You wagged your tail as he got up, stretching and feeling his back crack before he took you outside. He was able to track down a large pillow, which was left by his desk for you to relax on so you could nap while you waited for him to finish. After that, if he ever has to step out of his office for drills or anything you’re walking right next to him, toy in mouth. You sit anytime he addresses the soldiers, at attention with the toy still in your mouth. If you couldn't be found on Kyle's bunk when the 141 were away, you could be found waiting on the pillow.

One day Laswell and Nikolai come by. Laswell was there to talk to Price and go over some intel, Nikolai came along as her ride (and to meet you). Kyle had you on a leash and you sat patiently. Laswell was somewhat impressed, seeing as your first story involved you getting into trouble.

“Captain.” Laswell said, shaking the captain’s hand, and then Kyle’s. “Sergeant.”

You gave a soft and polite woof, shifting your two front paws. Laswell couldn’t help but offer a hand for you to sniff. You sniffed it and then offered your own paw to shake which she accepts. None of them had seen you do that before. Nikolai is chuckling.

“Good dog. Knows manners better than most.” Nikolai commented.

“Take it no one has any ideas where the dog came from?” Kyle asked. Laswell shook her head. They all walked bavk inside and you retrived a ball as soon as Kyle got you off the leash. Johnny was close by, along with Simon intent to listen to Laswell’s intel. You took your toy to Laswell and basically sat on her feet staring up with puppy dog eyes. Johnny is snickering while Nikolai is laughing. Laswell looked back down at you while you wait for her to take the toy.

“John could you call them off?” Laswell asked the captain. Then she saw the grin on his face.

“‘fraid there’s only one way for that Laswell.” Johnny exclaimed. Laswell gave him a look that had him avoiding eye contact. You continued wagging your tail waiting for her to accept your gift. Laswell gave in and took the toy. She held it up for you to see before tossing it. You sprung after it quickly and picked it up again, this time bringing it to Nikolai. Nik wasted no time, playing with you, and even doing fake throws. Every time you returned it to him, he gave you plenty of praise and pets. This goes on for a short bit before Laswell can convince the rest of the team to go into a room to start the briefing. You follow the team inside where you're kept occupied by Nikolai.

While Laswell went over the meeting Johnny noticed you out of the corner of your eye and bites his tongue. To his surprise, you sat politely and listened to Laswell as she went over the intel she had brought with her.

Then Laswell brought you up in her intel, making you tilt your head. “Your canine may not be a simple stray.”

Laswell tapped the tablet and the view of the map moved and highlighted a specific location. A factory of some kind. “As suspected they were being used for animal testing. What they were testing was a serum. One that has yet to work without killing the subject.”

“They want to use this on humans?” Simon questioned, thinking this was starting to sound like a plot to a cheesy action movie. If Laswell brought up “super soldiers” he would’ve walked out or called bluff.

“No.” Laswell said. “They’re using it on animals.”

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definitelynotstable · 8 months

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Missed You [Price x fem!Reader]

AN: First Price fic!!! He is literally the loml and I've been too scared to write him so hope I did him justice. Lmk what you think!

Synopsis: You're undercover in Amsterdam when your cover is blown. Injured and alone you try to locate Price and Gaz before it's too late. Hurt/comfort. Word count: 1.6k Warnings: Wounds, blood, medical inaccuracies, canon typical violence and canon divergence. Price x fem!Reader (Callsign: Ferris)

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You‘d been undercover for months. Months and the intel you’d provided had saved countless lives but undercover work always had an expiry date.

And that date was today apparently.

You knew you were pushing at the boundaries when inquiring after Hassan Zyani. But Laswell seemed desperate and time was tight. But here you were now, soaked to the bone and bleeding out in the middle of Amsterdam. Word was Gaz, Price and Laswell were in the city – you just had to find them before they reached EXFIL.

The sun was getting low in the sky and your short swim in the canal hadn’t exactly warmed you. The cobbled streets were slick underfoot and you hugged the buildings bordering the footpath. Gun shots and screams echoed from the street up ahead and you quickly made your way in the direction of the chaos.

A woman ran into you, blonde hair flapping in the wind. She apologised hastily in both Dutch and English, too distracted to notice as you ease the long coat from her arms. You wait for her to disappear behind a corner before shrugging it on.

There’s a bullet still in your torso somewhere and every movement sends a flash of pain which radiates up through your spine. The coat covers most of the blood which has steadily bloomed across your navy shirt – not quite dark enough to disguise the stain.

You duck behind a tree as more shots ring out. You’re wounded and unarmed – if this isn’t Price, Gaz or Laswell you’re toast.

A man dives past you, tackling a man in a black leather jacket to the ground. He’d wearing a beanie and brown jacket with a woollen collar and a beard – a beard you’d know anywhere. Price.

A man with a darker complexion but similarly dressed, squats next to the two on the ground and injects something into the neck of the man Price is holding down.

Together, the two of them lift him up and you’re able to identify Gaz as well.

“Watcher, time to move.” Price speaks into an earpiece and you step forwards, legs wobbling beneath you. Both men look up as you come out from behind the tree, their target hanging unconscious between them. The captains eyes widen as he sees you. “Ferris?”

He reaches a hand out to steady you, hand landing on your shoulder as his eyes sweep across your form. You breath deeply, pushing away the urge to collapse.

“Yeah,” you manage, “yeah – Laswell said you were in town,” you turn to Gaz and give him a smile, “you too.”

Gaz reaches out and gives you a pat on the arm, “good to see you.”

People are still fleeing the scene and time is limited. Price flicks you a concerned look. “EXFIL isn’t far, think you’ll make it?”

You swallow, mustering up every drop of remaining energy you have before nodding. “Anything for a free ride.”

Price eyes you for a moment before looking at Gaz. “Let’s go.”

You trail him and Gaz down a few streets before you reach a corner where a silver sedan has pulled up. Through slightly fuzzy vision you make out Laswell behind the wheel. Gaz shoves the target into the back seat while Price eases you into the front before joining the two men in the back.

“Kate.” You say to the woman beside you. “Hope this isn’t s rental.”

Her eyes snap down to where your arm is curled carefully around your waist. “Fucking hell, Ferris.”

Gaz leans forward and thumps the back of Laswell’s seat, throwing a worries glance out the back window.

“We gotta go.”

The last door in the back slams and Laswell floors it.

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It’s dark when the car pulls up to the safehouse ad your head is lolling between the back of the seat and the window. Laswell goes between glancing at you and the road, her spare hand reaching over to grip your knee.

“We’re almost there,” she says, voice calm but you know the coat is no longer hiding the blood. She moves her hand down to cover your own which is definitely not putting enough pressure on the gaping hole in your side.

“John?” She asks, throwing a glance over her shoulder at the man sitting behind you, “Can you reach Ferris? She needs to put pressure on that wound.”

The captain swears under his breath and you groan as the lever to the side is pulled and your seat slides back. A callused hand grips your wrist, pulling your hand aside before replacing it – firmly.

“Ah fuck,” you hiss as the heel of his palm digs in to the wound, you weakly grab at his forearm but it remains solid against you.

“Sorry, love.” Price responds, sounding gruff, “it’s this or bleed out.”

You suck in a sharp breath, “not sure there’s much left anyway.”

Price growls, “how long ago were you hit?”

You glance at Laswell, “When did I call you?”

“Ten-hundred hours,” she replies, glancing at you again, “christ, it’s been that long?”

You don’t respond, you’ve slumped forward, head to the dashboard – out cold.

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You don’t fully resurface till you’re inside the safehouse. Voices murmur around you and things clatter as someone clears the table – laying you down.

A hand cups the back of your neck.

“Gaz, get us a pillow or something, will ya?”

There’s shuffling sounds and suddenly your head is being lifted and then lowered onto a softer surface.

You blink, shapes and colours hazy in the warm lighting; coming into focus slower than they should. Someone hovers over you, Price.

“Gave us quite the scare.” He says, easing the coat aside to asses the damage. “Surprised you’re not dead.”

“Real helpful,” you cough with a wince, glaring up at him, “just fix me up, won’t you?”

“Working on it.”

Gaz hands him a pair of scissors from the med-kit and he carefully snips away at your shirt.

“Hope this wasn’t a favourite.”

You huff out a laugh, ignoring the ache it ignites. “Hole in it now anyway, and a bit of a stain – if you squint.”

Price chuckles, peeling the fabric away from your bloody skin. “Any exit wound?”

You shake your head, raising an arm to drape over your eyes in order to resist smacking the Captain’s hands away as he douses the wound in an anti-septic solution. You let out a slew of curses under your breath and he raises his eyebrows.

“Quite the vocabulary.”

“You learn a word or too working with smugglers,” you quip back, gritting your teeth.

He thoroughly cleans and sanitises the wound before calling Gaz over. Laswell’s somewhere, probably on a call with the higher ups or interrogating the HVT.

“You’re better than me at this stuff, kid.” Price says, handing the sergeant a pair of gloves and some tweezers, “I’ll hold her down.”

“Fucking hell.” You roll your eyes, lip wedges between your teeth. “I am not looking forward to this.”

Price comes to stand by your head, he swipes a thumb over your lips. “Bite this instead.” He slips something soft between your teeth – his glove.

He moves down the table to stand on the otherside, opposite Gaz. The young sergeant looks up, brow furrowed. “We might need Laswell for this.”

Price shakes his head, “She’s busy, doubting my strength, Gaz?”

“More like overestimating mine,” you scoff, before flashing Gaz an encouraging look. “I’ve lost too much blood to put up much of a fight – have at it Gaz.”

The Captain reaches over and pushes the glove back between your lips. “Bite.” He says sternly, “you’ll need it.”

You glare back at him but comply as he settles an arm across your legs and grasps both your wrists in the other.

Gaz looks to you, “Ready?”

You nod.

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The pain is white and hot but lasts for only a minute. By the time Gaz has dug out the bullet, you’re panting and sweaty. Tears sting at your eyes as the firm grip on your wrists loosens and a hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“Good job.” Price murmurs, thumb stroking your cheekbone, “That’s my girl.”

Gaz, ever the professional, ignores how your face crumples and you curl into Price’s touch. He instead busies himself with threading a needle before nudging the Captain and offering it to him.

Price takes it, giving him a pat on the back.

“Thanks Gaz.” You mumble hoarsely to the younger man who smiles and tousles your hair as he passes.

“Good to have you back, Ferris.”

With Gaz gone, you turn back to Price, sniffing. He pushes your hair away from your sweaty forehead and kisses your cheek.

“Almost over, love. Just some stitches and you’ll be right as rain.”

You relax against the table. Stitches are a walk in the park compared to earlier.

“Make them neat,” you stress and Price laughs.

“Luckily I had a good teacher.”

He ties off the sutures and dresses the wound before discarding of his latex gloves. He wraps an arm around your waist and eases you up of the table, half-supporting, half-carrying your to a room nearby. He lowers you down onto a single bed in the corner, tucking the covers around you and taking a seat on the bed beside you.

“I missed you.” You confess, eyelids heavy. “So much.”

“Me too.” He admits, eyes creasing with a small smile as a hand cards through your hair. You sigh softly, allowing the rhythmic brush of his hand lull you to sleep. Your eyes have already fluttered shut when he whispers again.

“More than you could imagine.”

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Masterlist

#captain john price x reader #captain john price #price x reader #captain price #john price #captain price x reader #captain price x you #captain price x y/n #captain price x female reader #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #141 x reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fic #call of duty fluff #cod mw2 #task force 141 #fluff #cod fanfiction

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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⚔️⚡️Monster Hunter!Y/N’s Past⚡️⚔️

Laswell, doing her usual daily duties :

Laswell, sees a defenseless child all alone in the forest :

Laswell, approaches the child : Little one, what’re you doing out here alone?

Child!Y/N, looks up at her : Monsters ate my mommy and daddy.

Laswell, taken aback due to the child’s bluntness :

Laswell, contemplates for a bit :

Laswell, kneels down to the child’s level : little one, would you like to come with me?

Laswell, offers a hand to the child :

Child!Y/N, stares warily at the hand :

Child!Y/N, reluctantly takes takes her hand :

Laswell & Child!Y/N, walks out the forest to their new home :

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temeyes · 8 months

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she knows his ass did not write those seriously

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boolger · 1 month

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BOOLGER'S COD FIC MASTERLIST

AO3 link || 10 fics

MDNI

Remembering to read all the tags on AO3!!

I will be using this template: Ship ☆ Rating ☆ status ☆ AO3 link ☆ Tumblr link ☆ wordcount ☆ 5 of the tags

☆ ADVENTURES OF 141'S BUNNY

Fem!reader x Poly!TF141 ☆ explicit ☆ wip ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 43k+ words 5 of the tags: smut, barracks bunny, group sex, lots of kinky stuff, polyamory

☆ MAMI’S OMEGA

Fem!reader x Valeria Garza ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 20k words 5 of the tags: omegaverse, non-con, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, mommy kink. Dead dove do not eat

☆ THE HERON CLUB

Fem!reader x poly!TF141 ☆ explicit ☆ WIP ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 41k+ words 5 of the tags: omegaverse, mob fic, animal and human hybrids, drug addiction, kidnapping.

☆ SMITTEN WITH YOU

Fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 2,3k words 5 of the tags: falling in love, smut, short fic, fwb to lovers, short mention of blood.

☆ MY PERFECT PUPPY

Fem!reader x John Price ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 7,9k words 5 of the tags: non-con, kidnapping, dark!reader, stockholm syndrome, dead dove do not eat.

☆ SO LONG AS IM YOUR FAVORITE TOY

fem!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley ☆ explicit ☆ finished ☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 1,6k words 5 of the tags: dark!Simon, smut, slight non-con, car sex, humiliation

☆ A LOVE LETTER TO GAZ

GN!reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick ☆ Teen and up ☆ finished☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 350 words 5 of the tags: genderneutral!reader, being in love, kissing, short and sweet

☆ Better than a mercy kill (isn’t it?)

F!reader x Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley ☆ explicit ☆ finished☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 2k words 5 of the tags: unhealthy relationship , dark, kidnapping, isolation, mention of mercy killing

☆ I’M DANGEROUS

F!reader x Kate ‘Watcher-1’ Laswell ☆ explicit ☆ WIP☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 9k words 5 of the tags: kidnapping, bad humour, mobster au, blackmailing, smut

☆ THE GHOST FROM THE PAST HAS A BIG DI- (Macgyver crossover)

Jack Dalton x Angus 'Mac' Macgyver x Simon 'Ghost' Riley ☆ explicit ☆ finished☆ AO3 ☆ Tumblr ☆ 7,3k words 5 of the tags: threesome, smut, cnc, kinky stuff, voyerism

#ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #cod smut #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #poly!task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader

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greatstormcat · 6 months

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I Spy

Captain Price x f!oc

Summary: Price is tracking a target but crosses paths with an unexpected complication

TW: smut, oral f!receiving

The air was crisp and cool in Paris, the sky a brilliant blue with a gentle breeze that nipped through your clothes still. Price looked around for what must have been the hundredth time, something felt off, years in the job had taught him to trust his instincts and right now they were screaming at him that he was being watched. Maybe even followed. He wore civilian attire, jeans and thick black docker style jacket, and his beanie pulled down to ward off the cold air and cover his earpiece.

He kept his target in sight, an arms dealer, and moved closer to the fronts of the buildings along the street, limiting his exposure on one side. The urge to check his weapon under his jacket was strong but he knew not to make such an obvious move if someone was following him. The crowded Parisian street was a chaotic mass of people on all sides, but there was only one person that he needed to see in the throng of shoppers, sightseers and general civilian throng.

“You got eyes on the target?” Laswell’s voice questioned through his earpiece. Price focused his attention on the man he was trailing.

“Affirmative,” he replied in a low voice as he kept pace behind the target, trying to ignore the doubts in the back of his mind for the moment.

“Great, stay with him John,” Kate breathed in obvious relief. “Don’t spook him, we want to see who he is meeting remember.”

“Rog,” he replied and kept his eyes on the back of the target’s white jacket. The target weaved his way through the crowd, having a heated conversation on his phone so he wasn’t paying attention to anyone around him. Price kept behind the man but the sensation of being watched didn’t dissipate, it was getting stronger the further he walked and he felt his temper bubbling.

The target ended his call and turned quickly heading into an alleyway with a quick glance over his shoulder.

Price lifted his phone to his ear to make it look like he was talking to someone on the line and addressed Laswell.

“Kate, looks like he is moving off the main street, I’m in pursuit,” and pocketed the phone again. After a moment he peered into the alleyway and then entered it. The tall buildings limited the amount of light, shadows making it easy for anyone to hide so he proceeded carefully.

There were footsteps behind him, too close, and he stepped into an open doorway to the side of the alleyway. The sound didn’t slow or falter when he made the move, giving him a moment of doubt, but he tightened his jaw as he waited in the shadows for them to get closer.

The footsteps neared the doorway and he rushed out, grappling the figure that passed by. There was a feminine squeal followed by a string of babbled high-speed French begging him not to hurt them. Prince looked down into the face of a woman, eyes wide in fear and mouth constantly moving as she begged him to let her go, take her bag and money… her hand shook and batted against his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away.

“Shut up,” he snapped, tightening his grip around her neck, and she fell silent in his hold. He could feel her trembling under his hand, his heart sank in his chest and he frowned at her.

“Who are you?” He growled, trying to keep his voice firm as he realized his mistake. The woman froze, her mouth opening but no sound escaping her panicked throat. John swore and let her go, moving back down the alleyway without looking back.

She turned back and ran towards the end of the alley she had entered, not looking back once as she vanished back into the street. With a disgruntled huff Price moved to the other end and looked out into the crowds.

“Bollocks,” he muttered to himself at having lost the target. He spoke into his earpiece. “Watcher 1, target is in the wind. I repeat, target lost.” Out of habit he reached into his pocket to grab his phone to provide cover for the conversation he was about to have through the earpiece, but his hand grabbed onto empty space in his jacket.

With a bitter curse he patted his clothes, feeling for the shape of his mobile phone but it wasn’t there. His head snapped back down to the mouth of the alleyway where the woman had run off.

“Fucking pickpockets! Kate, my phones been compromised,” he snarled, mood souring further.

Price sat outside a pub in Soho, London, nursing a pint of beer that cost three times what it should have. It had taken another couple of weeks to locate the target again, but at least this time he was closer to home. Gaz was positioned on the roof of a building down the street with a vehicle parked near by.

“Target sighted,” Gaz’s voice spoke over the comms into Price’s ear. “He’s nearing your position from the south.”

“Copy that,” Price answered and began scanning the south end of the street until he saw the target. He knocked back the last of his beer and slowly got up, falling into position behind the target as he passed. There were fewer pedestrians here than there had been in Paris so he was forced to keep back a bit further to avoid raising suspicion.

The target seemed agitated, looking around him furtively, on edge at every sound. Price slowed and fell further back, again feeling that something was off.

“Gaz, what’s got him so jumpy? See anything?” He mumbled into his earpiece.

“You’ve got a tail. Twenty meters behind you,” came the blunt reply. “Too many witnesses for me to take a shot.”

“No, I’ll deal with them,” he replied. “Keep an eye on the target for as long as you can but we’re compromised now.”

“Rog,” Gaz answered. He clenched his jaw, veering off from the target and moving down the side of an empty shop.

He jogged between the bins and boxes, and around the corner into the back of the building, the door hanging off its hinges. He prepared to grab his pursuer as they came past the opening, to take them down quietly, but they stopped before they came into view. Price held his breath, straining to hear anything for several long seconds and he palmed his pistol from the holster in readiness.

The sound of breaking glass behind him had his head snapping to the side instantly, followed by the sting of a blow to the side of his head as his pursuer came through the doorway while he was distracted and striking him. He rolled away, getting up to his feet with gun raised, meeting the eyes on a woman pointing a gun at him.

“You?” He growled in disbelief and anger, recognising the woman in front of him as the Parisian pickpocket he had let go weeks before.

“Huh, you,” she echoed flatly with an English accent, one eyebrow quirking up ever so slightly as she spoke. Neither moved, guns held in confident, well trained hands as they pointed directly at the other’s chest. “This is going to get tedious very quickly, Captain. How about you lower your weapon?”

“Do you honestly believe I’m going to do that?” He bit back at her but was curious that she addressed him by rank.

“Actually, I do,” she replied calmly. “I’d say you’ve been trained to de-escalate situations like this, plus you believe you can rush me and overpower me if you have to. You’ll lower your weapon to gain good faith,” she shrugged. Price huffed out a low laugh and shook his head, then raised his gun above his head. “Good boy,” she smirked, raising her own weapon and then quickly tucking it away under her arm in a holster.

“Don’t take the piss, love,” he warned her, securing his own pistol under his jacket. “Why are you following me?”

“I am not following you,” she answered firmly. “If anything I should be asking you why you are constantly getting in my way.” She glanced quickly around the dusty and dark room, eyes returning to him before he moved.

“It appears we’re both after the same target then. So who are you working for?”

“Working for? No one, I’m…. self employed shall we say,” she replied with a grin, idly adjusting the cuffs of her jacket.

“A fucking merc,” he groaned. “I should take you into custody, you’ve probably got rap sheet a mile long.”

“That would just be the things they’ve managed to pin to me, it should be longer,” she quipped with a wink. Price schooled his features carefully so as not to give any hint of a smile, opting to scowl at her instead.

“In that case tell me why I don’t take you in right now,” he ground out. He took the time to take in her appearance now. She was of average height, average build, she wouldn’t stand out in any particular setting and was dressed in blue jeans and a simple brown jacket. She wasn’t overly made-up, and her hair was a simple ponytail. Her appearance was so deceptively boring she had managed to escape even his notice for weeks.

But when he looked into her eyes things were different. Her dark eyes were sharp, shrewd and intelligent. They sparkled with mischief and humor that drew him in instantly.

“Because dealing with me right now means you’re going to let your target get away. Again,” she replied. “At this point we need to address the fact that we are tripping each other over, Captain, and decide how we are going to go about this before we both lose out.”

His eyes narrowed as she addressed him by rank again.

“You keep calling me Captain. Explain yourself, and why you nicked my phone in Paris,” he demanded, putting a steel edge of threat into his tone. When she rolled her eyes at him he clenched his fists, the urge to throw her over his knee and spank her backside almost too much to resist.

“Captain Jonathan Price, SAS,” she said in a bored tone. “Don’t want your date of birth and blood group too? I earn my living and stay alive by collecting information, something you should appreciate. I just make sure I get paid better than you do for it, and try to keep my hands clean. I’m no gun for hire.” She drew herself upright as she spoke, as though proud of her morals. “I took your phone because I needed to find out who you were. It really shouldn’t have been that ease though, shame on you,” she teased and again he fought the impulse to smile.

“Really? So a spy then,” he conceded. “That’s not much better though.” He huffed out a breath, brain racing to work out how this could be used to their advantage. “So are you under contract right now?”

A fleeting flicker of annoyance crossed her face.

“No, I’m not,” she admitted, “your guy owes me money and I was planning to collect, but as you are hot on his heels I realise it’s probably not worth the effort now. He is either going to be in prison or dead soon.”

“How much does he owe you?” Price asked, moving to look through the doorway to make a show of turning his back to her, a display of trust which he wasn’t all that sure was wise yet.

“Enough to make chasing him worthwhile,” she hedged, squinting at his back and trying to work out what was happening. A moment ago she had full control of the situation, and now he had shifted the balance some how.

“I’m assuming you’ve got plenty of intel on him that we don’t,” he said, and turned back to face the spy, crossing his arms across his thick chest. “That’s something you’ll want to sell before he gets killed or captured. It’ll be worthless after the fact.”

“And who would be paying for that intel? You? I sincerely doubt even your lovely CIA handler would be able to afford what I could get for this elsewhere,” she said, but there was a touch of interest in her eyes as she watched him carefully.

“How about this then? You help me with what you know, and I don’t have you arrested,” he offered, holding up his hands when she rolled her eyes again. “Plus, I can arrange a get out of jail free card for the future. How’s that?” He allowed himself to grin now as he watched her weigh up the value of what he had just said. If she was as good as she claimed she’d know he had the contacts and weight to back it up. She chewed her lip in an oddly adorable manner as she thought, her sharp eyes focused on him.

“Okay,” she shrugged, “I can work with that deal.”

“Good, you’re coming with me then,” he announced with satisfaction.

They rendezvoused with Gaz at the vehicle, the Sargent tilted his head in silent question as he watched Price load her into the car.

“She’s got intel for us,” Price explained succinctly, offering no more information as he got into the driver's seat. He drove them back to their safehouse, the mood a little tense as the spy sat in the back of the vehicle.

“You didn’t tell me your name,” Price observed, glancing in the mirror at his new passenger. She screwed her face up slightly at the question.

“I change my name like I change my clothes, Captain,” she answered, getting an irritated grunt from Gaz.

“Answer the question,” he growled, and Price caught the frosty look she shot him before returning his eyes to the traffic ahead, a small smile on his face.

“Fine,” she snapped. “You can call me Rowan.”

“How did you end up in this line of work?” Price asked, wondering how open she would be given they were in a rather neutral situation now. There was a pause, Gaz also letting her reach her own decision this time before giving information about herself away.

“It’s a long story, best told over a bottle of wine to be honest,” she evaded in what he was coming to know as her usual sarcastic style. He could feel Gaz getting annoyed with her, but he found it quite amusing, for now at least.

“That’s your prerogative, Rowan, but I’d suggest you get a story ready that you’re willing to share before we get too far into this,” Price warned as he pulled them into an underground car park beneath a residential building. Gaz got out and moved around the car with his weapon drawn and held by his thigh to walk by Rowan as she followed Price into the building and up to the flat they were using as a safehouse.

Once inside Gaz watched her carefully a she stood in the middle of the living area. Bags and cases dotted the room, and a laptop sat on the table.

“Now, I’m gonna ask you to hand me that weapon and anything else you have that could cause problems. Okay?” Price said calmly as he approached her, holding his hand out. With a sigh she pulled out the pistol she had holstered under jacket and handed to him grip first. He waited. “That it?”

“Yes,” Rowan replied, looking him in the eyes.

“Fine. Then Gaz is going to put his weapon away and we can talk.” Gaz hesitated, not bothered about letting his scepticism show on his face before he tucked his gun away, and Price tucked Rowan’s gun into the back of his belt under his jacket.

“Right,” he continued, “let’s sit down and you can tell me about the target. Who he is meeting, where he is heading. We’ve got resources you don’t have, so my team can get ahead of him with the right intel.”

Rowan shared everything she knew about the target, and Gaz took notes as the Captain questioned her on that information further. He nodded as she spoke, she was confirming what they already knew and filling in gaps they’d struggled with for months.

“You really do know your stuff,” Price said after a while, leaning back on the sofa and rubbing his hands over his face at the sheer amount of intel she had memorised. “Do you know where he will be heading now?”

“Most likely he will be heading to a depot he owns in XXaxax.”

“I’ll go and check it out,” Gaz said with a nod to the Captain. Price nodded back and Gaz grabbed the car keys and left.

“Let’s get some rest and we can brief Laswell in the morning with what Gaz finds as well,” he announced. “Come on, you’re staying where we can keep an eye on you tonight. I’ve got more questions but they can wait til tomorrow now.” He got up and gestured for her to follow him out of the living room. Rowan hesitated for a moment before getting up but not moving from her spot.

“What makes you think I’m staying here with you?”

“Well, you're here under my authority right now so you aren’t leaving my sight while you’re working for me,” he told her with a stern tone.

“But I’m not being detained, so I’m still a free person,” she snapped back, placing her hands on her hips. He tightened his jaw as she stood her ground, fire in those dark eyes.

“For the moment, yes,” he warned her and stalked closer to her. As she bristled at the threat his heart thundered in his chest, she was so close he could reach out and touch her if he wanted to now.

“Then I’m leaving.” Rowan turned to the door and Price grabbed at her arm, but she twisted and punched him in the gut. He was ready for it, muscles tensed but she still knocked a huff from him with the force.

His control snapped and he lunged forward and grabbed her face, pulling her mouth against his in a fierce kiss. When she opened her mouth to protest he pushed his tongue into her mouth, silencing her. In a heartbeat she relaxed, moaning into the kiss, but then she returned the passion with equal measure. Her hands grabbing at the front of his jacket and pulling him sharply and making him stagger forward slightly and push her against the wall with a thud.

Their tongues wrapped and tangled as they kissed, his hands now working into her hair. He felt her hands pulling at his shirt now, buttons popping from the threads as she opened it without care. Her hands slide over his chest, pulling at the thick hair covering his skin and making him grunt into the kiss.

He slipped his hands from her hair down her neck and down to her shoulders, pulling her jacket off which hit the ground with a heavy thud betraying the weapon hidden inside.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” she murmured against his lips and then nipped at his bottom lip, getting a grunt in response as he kissed her again. He pulled her pistol from his waistband and put it on the table beside them, and shrugged his own jacket and holster off.

His lips trailed a hot path across her jaw and neck, his hand moving around the small of her back, and finding a knife in a clip at the back of her belt. He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Really?” he asked her, watching her breathless grin in response.

“It’s just for protection,” she quipped as he pulled it from the leather clip and placed it beside his gun, before kissing her again. His hands moved down over the swell of her backside, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh under her jeans and humming in approval as she moaned in response.

“Am I risking injury if I try and do anything more than kiss you?” he muttered against her ear. “I feel it would be worth the risk, if you’d let me.” She shuddered as his breath fanned against her skin.

“Depends what you have in mind,” she answered as he kissed and nibbled at her ear, his beard tickling the side of her face as he did so. His large frame pinned her against the wall, warm and solid, and the evidence of his arousal pressed against her stomach.

“Gaz will be back before long, but it’ll be long enough for what I want to do to you,” he rumbled.

“Okay then,” she agreed and was instantly dragged across the open space of the living room to the sofa where he sat her on the back, frantically undoing the belt and zip of her jeans. As soon as this was done he flipped her back so her shoulder fell back to the seat cushions below, and her jeans and underwear were pulled down to her ankles.

Price pressed kisses to the insides of her plush thighs, her ankles looped behind his shoulders and still caught in the jeans, while his large, rough hands balanced her hips on the back of the seat. It was disorientating being upside down making her feel vulnerable, but this was forgotten the instant his lips kissed her slit. Her back arched against the cushions and she gasped at the sudden intimate sensation.

“That’s it,” he chuckled and ran the tip of his tongue along her slit, pulling her hips slightly so she didn’t slither off the sofa. He held her up, licking slowly and steadily further between her folds and watching with rapt awe as she clawed at the cushions below her. Her body bucked when he flicked at her clit, and he circled it with his tongue drawing the most amazing sounds from her throat in response. His cock hard and leaking in his boxers twitched in response.

“Fuck… Captain…” she groaned.

“John, call me me John,” he murmured and kissed her folds again before pushing his tongue deeper, teasing at her entrance is slow laps that let him taste her arousal as it flooded out of her. It was the sweetest nectar, spurring him on so he could have it coating his chin and beard.

Rowan trembled as Price delved further inside of her, she was relying on him to keep her from crumpling to the ground as he kept her poised over the back of the sofa. Waves of pleasure rippled through her with every movement of the hot muscle he was sliding into her.

Her clit throbbed and ached as he thrust into her, fucking into her with his tongue and curling it against her walls. He lay a forearm across her stomach and placed his thumb onto her engorged clit, stroking it gently as his tongue moved deeper into her. His balls tightened and his cock throbbed, but this was going to be all about her for now.

“Shit… shit… you’re gonna make cum,” she groaned, her legs trembling and clenching around his head but he showed no sign of stopping. She could feel his tongue sliding against her walls, and they clenched and tightened with every movement. His beard scratched and tickled against her skin, adding another delicious sensation to the mix.

His grip around her hips and stomach tightened, and he suddenly forced his tongue as deep into her wet core as he could, determined to get to taste her orgasm as it hit her. He moaned as he felt her muscles tightening, her pussy clenching and squeezing his tongue tighter with every second he worked her, devouring her like she was the last thing he’d taste in this life or the next. When she came, his face was bathed in her delicious wetness, dripping to his exposed chest as her legs kicked over his shoulders and her body spasmed with his name on her lips.

Once her muscles began to relax he slowed, using broad soft strokes of his tongue to ease her through the aftershocks, listening contentedly to her panting whimpers of wrecked pleasure.

“I think I’m definitely keeping you around, love,” he murmured between soft kisses on her thighs, and carefully lay her flat on the sofa, leaning over the back to look down at her fucked out expression. “The things I’d do if we had more time,” he chuckled.Rowan shuddered as she blinked up at him, his chin glistening with her arousal.

“If this is the payment I get for helping you, consider me hired,” she smirked, face flushed.

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Autumn Embers 141 all sitting around the table awkwardly for at least 5 minutes after the meeting ends once Reader leaves because no one wants to be the one to admit to Laswell that they're all BRICKED

Poor Andrew was so nervous. Brandon is Brandon, so he refuses to admit he was scared for his life.

In my head, Laswell exists in a world of such constant Sexy Lesbian Badassery that she appreciates Reader's gumption. She's not ashamed to say she appreciates a power play.

The 141 are all frantically trying to get their boners to go away before the scent of Pure Sex Justified Rage dissipates enough to reveal their shame.

(Laswell knows. She's been friends with John a long time. And the rest wouldn't be in his pack if they weren't also Like This.)

#autumn embers verse #watcher one kate laswell #poly 141 #coffeeshop chats

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Angry Laswell x Wife

I'm so sorry I was gone so long, I'm still somehow sick, I do, however, have a lot of things to edit and post today! I plan to try to post the 3rd part of college laswell, and I want to rewrite Watcher 1's Watchdog part one and two because I have a plan for it to go a different way. I do plan to post that as well.

This is just a little blurb I wrote a while ago, and I decided to finally edit and post it.

Tw: Arguing, yelling, talk of death. You did something stupid, and Laswell yells at you for it. No comfort at the end. Use of female pronouns.

Masterlist/ More like this/ Request

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"She did what?!" Kate yelled, her voice echoing loudly through the hallways before she turned her attention to the messenger. He scurried away, sensing the brewing storm he had just unleashed.

Kate's leg bounced nervously as she struggled to contain the frustration building within her. She despised arguments, but this was inevitable, and it was going to be a big one. She couldn't let you off easily for your actions.

Before long, you were escorted into the room by two men who left promptly. The room's mess of papers indicated that a meeting had already taken place.

You opened your mouth, presumably to offer an explanation or apology, but Kate cut you off immediately.

"No- no. I don't want to hear it. What in God's fucking name were you thinking?" Kate stood up, her face reddened with anger, pacing in front of you. You knew that you were in for a stern lecture.

"I-" you tried to say something, but she interrupted once again.

"It was rhetorical. I don't actually want to know what you were thinking because it's probably some ridiculous thought process, if you even thought at all," Kate hissed, her exasperation showing.

"You- did you even begin to think? You just decided, 'Well, why the fuck not?' and did whatever you wanted? I married a bright woman, not some brainless reckless child who needs to be watched," Kate practically yelled, briefly glaring at you.

"Well..." you attempted to interject, but she wasn't ready to listen to your explanation.

"Well, nothing. I can't believe you. Do I need to babysit you too? I already babysit John and his team enough, now you? Did I let you spend too much time together? Did his reckless behavior rub off on you? God, please tell me this wasn't actually your idea," Kate sounded exasperated, reaching the end of her patience.

"Do you want an answer?" you asked, unsure if she wanted an actual response to her questions.

"I want an answer on why you thought risking your life on a random Tuesday while I'm at work was a great idea. That's what I'd like to know."

"I wasn't exactly risking my life, god how do I prase this without making it sound worse than it was," you mumbled, struggling to find the right words, but your explanation was making things worse rather than better.

"You don't! You don't make this better. You can't explain yourself. You risked your life, and for what?" Kate's voice was getting louder, her frustration and anger evident. She slumped back in her chair, burdened by the weight of your actions.

"I'm- I'm... sorry. I wasn't thinking," you admitted, the weight of your mistakes settling in.

"Yea, obviously," she retorted, cutting you off. The realization that you had made Kate's life harder gnawed at you.

Your head hung low as you searched for anything to say or do to make amends. "Is there anything I can do?" you asked quietly, genuine concern in your voice.

Silence followed. Kate's face displayed frustration and stress. She didn't speak; her mind was consumed by the situation. Eventually, she waved you away dismissively, and you understood her need for space, even though it stung.

You rose and nodded as you left the meeting room, feeling the weight of the guilt in your chest. The curious and judgmental looks from Kate's coworkers as you departed only added to your discomfort.

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More of You, Pt. 1

Direct continuation from the fic Wildflower! I'd recommend reading it first before this one (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

Part 2

One month since Ghost got deployed, one month since their 'date' got postponed, until Laswell called Jade to tell her that he'd gone missing in action.

Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin (OC)

Word Count : ~ 7.8k words (I overdid it but idc lmao)

Warning : some angst with flufff don't worry, some whump, light gore, hurt/comfort, and good ol’ cursings.

Prompt : There's only one bed oop

Title and story inspired by the song with the same title by JP Saxe!

*****

“Ghost, give me a sitrep now!”

“Watcher-1, things are not lookin’ good-- They found me.”

“We cannot get you an exfil in that area. You need to lose them first. Get out of there right now!”

“My ammo’s runnin’ out… I can’t lose them—”

“Ghost, do you copy?!

“Ghost!”

---

It's been two months since Simon told her that he's going out of the country to go on a mission. It's honestly crazy how much she missed him already, considering the fact that they were not even a couple yet. Jade couldn't even fathom how much his presence, or at least his mere existence in the same country, meant to her. Two months felt so long. Too long.

No one to call her names, no one to ask her to go explore London culinaries, no one to go thrifting with (for Ghost's lack of variety of wardrobe), no one to have a drink while stargazing.

And no one to hug.

Well, not that she ever hugged him for more than 2 seconds anyway. Ghost was certainly not a hugger. The only times they hug were after each… 'date', they'd come in contact for a short hug, before Ghost took off.

He must've hated hugs.

Jade sighed, resting her chin on her palm at the Le Jardin floristry counter.

It was a slow day. There were a few pre-orders, but there weren't even 15 clients that came in. One hour until the shop closes, and Jade was the only person at the shop. Her employees had left, while her parents were on a trip to Asia. Honestly, it miffed her, because now her mind was full of Ghost and Ghost only.

Where is he?, she wondered.

The ringtone of her phone snapped her out of her thoughts. Jade reached for her phone on the counter, and Laswell's name was written on the screen. She raised her eyebrow at the sight, thinking of what else the CIA agent had in store for her after Jade clearly told her that she was retired.

Rolling her eyes, Jade tapped the green button and put the phone on her ear, "Kate, you can't just call me whenever you run out of people to send out–"

"Ghost is MIA."

Not even a second later, her legs brought her to the front door before she flipped the tag from 'Open' to 'Closed'. "For how long?"

"Yesterday." Laswell's calm voice continued on the phone, "Ghost going dark is not an uncommon occurrence. He's used to it, and all this time he always comes back, but the situation was awry."

"What happened before he went MIA?" Jade switched the light off, climbed the stairs to reach her room and quickly opened her drawer to change into 'proper' clothes.

"We had an intel about a hidden drug stash in South America. There was a suspicion that it might be related to the Las Almas drug cartel. After months of tracking, Ghost then found a hidden facility. He went to investigate, but it appeared that his position was compromised, and the last thing we know, he was being chased by the Narcos before the radio cut off." The CIA agent explained, her tone was stable, yet there was a tinge of guilt in them. "I fear he might be in a dangerous situation, or worse."

Zipping up her turtleneck, Jade then walked to her father's study, obtaining the key to open the discreet stash of weapons behind the shelves.

"Price and Gaz are with Farah in Urzikstan, while Soap is halfway around the globe on another mission."

She took her plate carrier, her karambit knives and their holsters, plus her firearms along with the ammo.

“I apologize to you, Jade. I truly do. But you're our best tracker, and I know what he means to you, so I notified you first.”

Putting all the necessary pieces of equipment into a duffle bag, Jade then lifted the bag downstairs, moving fast to the backdoor and made her way to her sedan, sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Your wheels are up in 3 hours and I'll brief you more on the way. Are you up for this?”

“Brief me now.”

-----

The facility was deep in the middle of a rainforest. Made of cement, hidden by the tall trees of South America, it was a well-hidden building, obviously far out of the public eye.

Hiding behind the tall bushes and her steps covered by the pouring rain, it was relatively easy for her to take a tour around the building to scout the area. Jade could at least count 12 armed guards outside, guarding the many sides of the building. They rotate the place constantly every hour, occasionally talking into their radio for reports.

Twelve was a ton of people for the building’s size, almost too much. They were in the middle of a rainforest and far from any city. The only reason they need this much guard out would be a whole pack of hungry jaguars.

However, judging by the number of Narcos' dead bodies that Jade had encountered in the mud along the way, the reason for the many guards was definitely not big cats.

Ghost.

He must’ve stealthily killed his way in, and somehow he got noticed by a guard, and they started to hunt him down with guns blazing.

Jade swallowed. The only thing she was relieved about was the fact that none of those lifeless bodies was Ghost’s. It had been 4 days since Laswell lost contact with him. Ghost being captured had the highest possibility at this point, as the guards might not be placed to guard against who’s outside.

But to contain who’s inside.

"Watcher-1 this is Sierra-4, twelve armed guards on the exterior. I'm thinking of infiltrating them from the south side of the building." Jade spoke with a low voice to her PTT, preparing herself to go in, picturing every single step of her feet towards the building, every motion of her limbs to reach the point of entrance.

"Copy that, Sierra-4, you may proceed. Keep updating me on the situation."

Just after Laswell’s confirmation, sounds of gunshots rang from inside the building. That shocked and confused Jade as she lowered her scope which she had used to scout the area. All the guards turned around to face the building as more shots were fired from the inside. She could hear their loud chatters and shoutings through their radios, panic was written all over their faces as most of them ran inside to check the situation.

Jade couldn’t quite hear what the guards were talking about as their voices were muffled by the rain, but one thing she could clearly hear in Spanish was,

‘The prisoner escaped!’

Ghost was fighting his way out.

"Watcher-1, I hear gunshots from the inside. I suspect it's Ghost." Jade spoke with urgency in her voice.

"Copy that, Sierra-4. It's your move. You need to go in and help him." Laswell replied.

"Way ahead of ya."

"Good luck."

She scoffed, half-afraid and half-amused, taking aim with her rifle again as the guards were lowered to five. It was equipped with a suppressor, and taking out the dumbfounded guards outside was an easy fit. Their heads exploded upon impact with her bullets before collapsing to the ground, leaving the exterior unguarded. It was finally time for her to get inside.

To finally see him.

'See you tomorrow, Lottie.'

Ghost had said before he softly kissed her on her cheek, promising to ice skate and eat Korean barbecue with her on the 15th of February, only for her to be left disappointed when she received a text from him the next morning that he’ll be going on a mission. This mission.

Jade gritted her teeth at the memory, "I'm going in."

Rushing forward to the entrance of the building, She used her feet to silently press herself to the cement walls, the sound of gunshots was still going, albeit muffled. It’s like the sounds were coming from below.

Basement.

Loading her HK416, Jade infiltrated the area. She perceived at least four armed people in the main room, all looking towards one particular hallway while muttering nervously in Spanish, which she immediately suspected was the way to where Ghost was. Throwing a stun grenade inside, five bodies quickly fell to the ground from her shots.

Suddenly, another group of armed narcos came out of another room from the northern side, opening fire towards Jade while she was reloading. A bullet went past her shoulder, the sound of it ripping the air around it left a ringing sound on her ear. She could do nothing but quickly hide herself from the incoming rain of bullets behind a wall. The narcos emptied their mags like their fingers were glued to the trigger. It seemed like they were not properly trained.

When they were reloading, Jade took another flashbang and threw the can to the middle of the group. Quickly canting her aim, her rifle couldn't pick a better time to be jammed, prompting her to curse and switch to the pistol on her hips on the right and picked up her karambit blade with her left.

While the guards were stunned, it became muscle memory from there. Taking out three front-most people with the gun, using another as a shield from the incoming aimless fire, slitting the throat, and then another Narco in the face with the butt of the gun before forcing her blade up to the under jaw.

Having cleared the main room, Jade huffed, quickly fixing the jammed rifle, and proceeded by silently going even further into the building.

There was a long hallway with a number of doors along them. Jade smacked one door open, only to see white-coloured blocks of drugs on a table, and judging from the colour, cocaine must be the identity of the drug. She checked each and every one of the doors and found the same things. This building was a drug warehouse; a place where the drugs were stored before their export or distribution for sale. At first, she couldn’t discern for sure if this facility was indeed owned by the Las Almas drug cartel, but when she looked upon the notable stamp of El Sin Nombre’s skull, her doubt vanished.

Jade then moved further into the hallway and reached an intersection, where another set of gunshots and screams found her ears. Her legs brought her closer to the noise, finding a stairway downwards to the basement area. She quickly descended the stairs, finding herself surrounded by a dirty, poorly dug tunnel. Nevertheless, the ex-MI6 focused on her objective and ran to the source of the sound, when she finally reached the source of all the ruckus.

She turned from a corner with her aim up on an intersection, finding Ghost with his mask on, fighting four men at once, below them were the bodies of Narcos that he had killed prior. With a knife in one hand and his own pistol in the other, he stabbed a Narco in the neck and used his body as a shield from the incoming bullets. He then threw the knife straight at his assaulter’s face as Jade saw the other two taking aim at him. Upon reflex, Jade shot down the remaining Narcos, leaving Ghost the one standing alone in the tunnel seemingly dumbfounded at what just happened right in front of him.

With relief washing over her, Jade rushed towards Ghost, finding him still standing, still fighting, still alive. “Ghost!”

Only to be welcomed by the barrel of his gun aiming straight at her.

Before Ghost could pull his trigger, Jade’s reflex kicked in and defeated her own sadness and sorrow of not seeing him for more than two months, and leapt to his side, grabbing the barrel of the firearm away from her. She then used her speed and abundance of energy to kick his ankle strong enough to push Ghost off his balance. He fell down to the ground with a loud thud on his back. Jade kicked the pistol out of his hand, before putting her whole weight to press on his entire figure.

Still, Ghost was known for his superior combat ability and survival instinct. His hand found another knife on his hip holster, ready to stab the person who was holding him down.

“Simon!”

The sound of his first name stopped his knife on its track, stopping right beside her neck – a few mere inches before blood could’ve been spilt. And just after he heard his name, he felt a soft touch on his uninjured cheek.

Jade had opened his mask, revealing his face in the open. With how skilled and lethal Ghost was as an operator, she never thought she’d ever see Ghost in this state. His left cheek and eye were swollen, and there were traces of blood running down his temple. Even though black in colour, his clothes had darker spots where only blood could stain them. He had his plate carrier and his knife holsters on, but they too were stained with blood.

And his eyes, it was filled with rampage, pure anger and wild want for blood. Yet it was unfocused, like a blind beast ready to get rid of anyone standing in his way.

Imprisonment. Torture.

“It’s me. It’s me. I’m here for you. You’re okay.” He blinked a number of times, and the red fog that had been clouding his vision disappeared, finding the face of the woman he loved right above him.

“You’re okay now. I’m here. Please, it’s over, Simon.” Her shaky voice continued, desperation filling her tone. Her green eyes were already brimming with tears threatening to fall down. “It’s over.” She breathed, hoping that somehow, her voice could bring him back.

“...Midget?”

Hearing her nickname in his deep, hoarse voice was all the sign she needed. Ghost lowered his knife, and before he knew it, Jade dropped down to hug Ghost tightly, burying her face in his shoulders. She sobbed into the side of her neck, grasping his clothes with her fingers in relief. Finally, finally, he’s back in her arms. After days of anxious and dark thoughts about losing the only man she’s ever allowed herself to love, he’s finally here, in her arms.

However, that relief was short-lived as Ghost grabbed her shoulders and lifted her smaller figure away from him. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN’ HERE?!”

That response startled her, “WH– I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU, YOU BIG BOZO!”

“YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE!”

Jade then wrestled her way out of Ghost’s weak hands, “YOU WENT MIA FOR DAYS!”

“FUCKIN’ HELL–” Trying to sit up abruptly turned out to be a big mistake as a sharp pain burst out from his side, making him grunt out loud. Noticing this, Jade held him up before he fell back down to the floor. She then glanced to his side, and there, she caught sight of a fresh graze wound on his side. Observing him further, she found a crudely tied, blood-stained bandage wrapped around his right shoulder. Judging by the sight of it, this might be the lucky shot that had subdued Ghost and made the Narcos manage to capture him.

Nevertheless, they needed to get out of this building before reinforcements arrived. Seeing the condition he was in, he'll need some assistance to even stand now. fighting off the reinforcement would be impossible. “This warehouse – where’s the supervisor?”

“I gutted him.” He growled, hatred filling his voice. She could easily deduce that the supervisor was the one who had been inflicting these wounds to him.

And so, she used all her strength to lift and help Ghost stand up. "Can you walk?"

"I can–" he stumbled to the wall, using his pained arms to support himself up. "Fuck…" It had been four days since he went MIA. That meant four days of badly treated wounds, blood spilling from the tortures, and no food. Still, he managed to escape and fight his way out, leaving dead bodies as his footsteps.

Such mental fortitude was something to be feared indeed.

"Alright, come 'ere, Big Man." Jade sneaked her hand behind his back and circled his arm around her shoulder before assisting him to quickly walk out of the damned warehouse. To hell with these drugs and the people inside.

"Watcher-1, this is Sierra-4.” Pressing the PTT, Jade contacted the CIA. “I've secured Bravo 0-7. I repeat, Bravo 0-7 is secured."

—------

Prior to arriving at the warehouse, Jade had located a rickety old cabin inside the forest. It was placed near a river far away from the warehouse. Though it’s not fully hidden, it worked well as a resting place for the night as it was pretty deep inside the forest, and of course, because there’s no way that the man that she was currently holding up could walk all the way to the nearby city.

Stepping into the wooden floors of the cabin, Jade glanced to the side where she found a single bed placed on the edge of the room. “There’s a bed there. Let’s get you down.” Straining her voice from holding Ghost’s weight for the entire 30-minute walk there, she finally sat Ghost down on the bed before he collapsed to his back, panting heavily and clearly out of fuel.

“Fuck… I’m beat.” He managed to breathe out with his sore voice.

“Here, drink some water. Drink all of it since we have a river in front.” Jade gave her own canteen to him, to which he chugged down to the last drop while still lying down.

In the meantime, Jade tinkered with her radio, pressing down on her PTT to contact Laswell.

“Watcher-1 this is Sierra-4 do you copy?”

Not long, the radio buzzed, “Sierra-4 this is Watcher-1, send traffic.”

“We’re currently holed up in an old cabin near a river about four clicks northwest of the warehouse. His radio was destroyed by a bullet, so that might be why his comms suddenly disappeared.”

A loud sigh of relief could be heard on the radio, “That’s great news. How is he looking?”

She took a glance at Ghost, who was still laying back while covering his eyes with the back of his hand. “Beat. But alive. Very lean. Injuries and wounds all over. He’d worn his mask when I found him, but…” A thought had been weighing on her mind the whole way they walked to the cabin. “If he got captured, then the first thing the Narcos did was obviously to take off his mask. Is his identity compromised now?”

“No. It’s still the same as ever. Even if they saw his face - as long as Ghost didn’t give out his name - there’s no record of his face anywhere. Every earlier visual identity had also been redacted.” Jade raised her eyebrows. So that’s how he maintained his anonymity all this time.

“That sounds like him. Anyway, we’re pretty deep in the woods. Sun’s going down, and the nearest town is around 15 kilos from here. I think we need to lay low for a while.”

“Copy that. I’ll see what I can do for your exfil, I’ll be in touch. You guys should rest for a while.” Laswell finally said, a tone of calm in her voice. “And thank you so much, Jade. I’m sorry for dragging you back again.”

Jade could only scoff at that. “It’s fine. Besides, if you’d sent out anyone else to find him… I’d be a wee~ bit offended.”

“Oh? Is this what I think it is?” She could clearly hear the wide smile on the CIA agent’s face.

“I’m gonna go patch the big man up now. Sierra-4 out.” Finally finishing her report with Laswell’s chuckle as the last thing she heard, Jade sighed, watching the strong and steady flow of the river below. It was freezing, but at least they had shelter. Now all she needed to do was keep Ghost alive and comfortable while keeping tabs with Laswell.

—

"Lottie, why are you here."

Ghost’s strained voice pulled Jade’s attention from the wound that she was currently treating on his shoulder. That crudely-tied bandage was not replaced at all after his capture and left a terrible-looking injury, which by the look of it, was obviously infected that when she’d pulled it, the skin that already tried to heal got pulled along with it.

"What? I thought I said to you already. Your radio cut off abruptly, so Laswell sent me out to find you." Jade answered, still dabbing cotton onto the lacerated skin caused by the bullet.

"Fuckin' hell…"

That tone irked her. "You sound like you don't want me here."

"That's right! I do NOT want you here!" Ghost yelled to her, making her lean back on the chair she was sitting on and stopped what she was doing. His angered face was a new sight for her.

"What?! Are you telling me to just stay back while I know you were captured?!"

“Laswell knew for a fact that this was not my first time going MIA. She did not have to tell you about it because as you could see, I got out on my own.” He told her harshly, that tone starting to aggravate her.

“You were missing! Can’t you see that I was worried for you?!” Jade countered, trying to keep her composure while he palmed his face in visible frustration, “More than two months you’ve been gone for a mission alone, and now that I finally have news about you, I was told that your radio cut off with gunshots!”

“You should’ve just stayed home and get on with your days. I never asked for you to come here.” Gravely he told her as he saw Jade’s eyes start to turn sombre. Those words came out of his mouth on their own.

Deep inside, Ghost knew what was coming – He needed to stop himself.

“I found you battered and bruised, Simon! You can’t just expect me to–”

"I don't need you to save me!” He raised his voice harshly, shocking her.

No. That was not what he wanted to say.

He knew; he truly knew it was the opposite.

He didn't want her to get hurt.

"I don't need you!”

Her face was everything he needed to know that he fucked up. Ghost saw her face turn to dread like her heart just got stabbed a thousand times over, that after everything she did, after everything she felt – it was only for him to tell her those words.

For a moment the only thing they heard was the pouring rain outside.

Before Ghost saw the woman in front of him grit her teeth, seeming like she chose to not believe what he just said.

“There were at least a dozen armed guards outside! What did you think you could do with those wounds?!" It was her turn to raise her voice, “If I hadn't been there to find you, what could you do with a gun an a knife?!"

It was the last thing that snapped him. Ghost ignored all the pain in his arms to grab onto her shoulders,

“I CAN’T LOSE YOU!”

And just like that, Jade gasped as she blinked. His grasp on her shoulder felt firm yet shaky, and she couldn’t tell if it was because of the searing pain or from the emotion he felt, as this is the first time she saw Ghost with that expression. Maskless, bruises all over, bloodshot eyes brimming with tears, and a face that had desperation and sorrow painted all over it.

He started with a low voice, but the emotions in his words still remained, “You’ve left this life for a reason, Lottie. And for a good one. Think of your mother, your father, your friends, who love you and care for you! What if you get hurt alone inside this fucking rainforest?! What if you die, huh?! What do I say to your parents?!"

"What if you die?!" Jade countered, trying to make sense of his words.

"I don't fucking care if I die!"

"You say that as if no one is waiting for you to come home! I DO!” Jade grabbed both of his hands from her shoulders, gathering them with her own. ”I love you!"

Her action surprised Ghost, but more than anything, the last three words felt like an epiphany.

"You think Kate should've just shut up about it and left me in the dark?! Well, that's just fucking stupid, Ghost. If you think that you did this for me, then you're wrong!” She shouted bitterly, her scowl taking over her face in such a way that it looked out of place, tears already brimming in her eyes.

"You think I didn't know that your missions are dangerous? I know that! That's why I can't just stand back while I know I have the full capability to find you! If it means that I can finally have you back, then to hell with my retirement! Great, now I'm crying!" All that stress and frustration of finding him these last four days came out of her in the form of tears streaming down her cheek. The thought of finding him beaten up, all bloody, or even worse, lifeless on the ground had been eating her mind. Nevertheless, she moved her body to find him, clinging to a desperate hope that he was still alive somehow.

Ghost could only watch as Jade buried her face in her palms, her sobs muffled by her hands. "We had a date, Simon…" That sentence felt like a thousand knives impaling his heart. He remembered being very excited that early morning, anticipating the ‘date’ with her. He remembered himself being so happy and delighted for the date, heck, he even fucking looked through his wardrobe to find the best fit for the occassion, only to be left feeling empty when he suddenly got a call to go on a mission. He could still recall how shaky his hands were when texting Jade that he couldn’t make it for the date.

"I was waiting for it. It's my first date, ever. So I'm sorry if I'm a little excited to see you, alright?" Jade raised her head to face him again, revealing her messy hair, red eyes, and cheeks smeared by tears. “I can’t lose you too."

Ghost didn't know if it was because of his courage or something else, but he moved his hand and put it right above hers, gently enveloping her hands. "I don't want you to get hurt, especially because of me." He started, looking softly into her eyes, "I'm sorry."

Hearing that broke something in him, as for once in his life, someone waited for him to come home. Someone wanted him to be fine, and it felt… foreign.

Now, that person was sitting before him. The woman he loved, and the one who loved him back, more than he deserved.

The fact that Ghost initiated the touch made butterflies fly wildly inside her stomach. The temperature of his skin was quite alarming though, so she kept that in mind. "Well thank you, for your consideration, but please,” Jade lifted her arm to wipe her face from the tears aggressively, sniffing her nose. “I can't have you just promise me a date one day and then disappear the next. I won't let you ghost me." Her lips pouted in a way that made him chuckle. He might go crazy if she kept doing this. "If it means finding you, then getting hurt is nothing. If you went MIA again, then I will go out and find you again."

Ghost still felt the pain all over his body, that argument took all the spare energy that he got. Meanwhile, Jade took the sewing kit from the side table, getting them ready to close Ghost's laceration.

"Also, put some credit on my name, alright? You know I can take care of myself, Ghost." Jade muttered while taking the forceps.

"I almost stabbed you though." He replied.

"Ah." That only occurred to her now. When he was fighting off the Narcos, he thought she was an enemy and launched a knife straight to her neck. "You were in full survival mode since the whole warehouse was trying to kill you. I understand."

"Shit… what would I say to your parents if I'd killed you?"

"Hmmm. 'Sorry, Sir, Ma'am. I killed your daughter by accident.’, and then your body would never be seen ever again, perhaps."

That got a light laugh out of him, "We're a crazy lot aren't we?"

"Damn right we are."

There was barely any alcohol to hold the pain as Jade sutured his wounds close, and even though she had mastered the medical suturing techniques, the searing pain was going to be there to stay.

All the while her hands work, she started again, "What did they do to you?"

Ghost flinched at the question. She really hoped it wasn't something too bad. From her observations, he was badly injured on the left side, which meant he must've been punched and kicked quite a lot by the Narcos. The right side had way fewer injuries, but the little lacerations on his head looked like something sharp.

He took a deep breath, "After they caught me, I was brought to the basement and they tied my hands on my back to a pole with a rope. My feet as well. They interrogated me about who I am and my ties with Alejandro Vargas. Of course I shut my mouth the entire time."

Jade still looked at him, sending him a signal that it was not was she was asking about. Ghost sighed, before answering again, "It wasn't much, just punches and kicks, splashed water on me. The leader was a huge twat though. He smashed a bottle of alcohol on my head." Ah. There's the answer to her questions.

"And I'm assuming you used the shards to cut the ropes to escape?" She inquired, her hands still working.

"Yeah."

"...You okay?"

He always hated the question, but coming from her, it felt different. Ghost knew how she had experienced the same things before considering they work on similar grounds. And if he wanted to be honest on the answer, she won't get much. "I'm mostly annoyed at their leader the whole time. Just thinking of how to get out of there." Ghost finally answered, "I've experienced far worse. If anything, they lacked creativity."

Jade sighed, not the worst answer. Either he was hiding the mental trauma or he's just that dulled to tortures. From the outside he looked fine and he acted like this was just another business day, but she could never guess what's going on inside his mind.

That last sentence made her chuckle though. "What do you think they should've done to make you speak?"

Ghost looked like he really considered it, "...To make me speak? No idea. Probably your favourite method."

"My method?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Nail-pulling."

"I--" Oh good heavens, he'd set 'nail-pulling' as her favoured method of tortures. "Okay, if and only if you have the right tools, alright."

He let out a chuckle, prompting her to laugh as well as she finished the suture on his wounds.

—---

Cleaning up Ghost's injuries was relatively easy, as he didn't have any lethal wounds that required urgent care and deep medical knowledge. Still, watching him hiss and grunt as she sewed his lacerations was hard to do. She kept mumbling soft "Sorry, sorry." to him in a vain attempt to soothe his pain. At some point, it appeared that Ghost was completely out of fuel and dozed off sitting up while she was cleaning his skin from the blood and dirt. Closing his wounds was only the first step of first-aid care because what came after could be harder to treat since he had that infected wound on his shoulder.

He hadn't eaten in days, was completely out of energy, had a significant blood loss, bruises all over his body, and that infected wound had finally shown its damned effect: fever.

Jade sighed. As much as he needed the rest, he needed to eat. She'd brought some antibiotic meds, but in order to have them he had to eat first. Her legs brought her to the cabinet near the end of the bed, fortunately finding a good clean sheet of the blanket. Though, it wasn't thick enough for her liking, plus it was pretty small in size and would barely cover his large frame. Beggars can’t be choosers, so she draped the cloth onto his shoulders and his legs, making sure his figure was covered.

Opening her backpack, Jade fished out two sets of MREs, along with a ration heater. With his wounds finally dressed up and he's sleeping soundly, she walked out of the cabin to the riverside, filling her canteen with fresh river water. Pouring the water into the ration heater along with the MREs inside, Jade walked back to the doorway to avoid the rain, waiting patiently as she wiped the rainwater off of her skin.

While she was letting the heating pack do its job, she sat back on the wooden floor, slowly untying her braids that had gone messy from the actions and the rain. Fully getting the braids undone, her hair finally became loose completely, falling on her shoulders, back, and chest in the most chaotic way possible that Jade had to run her hands through her thick hair to detangle the mess.

"Lottie?"

Ghost's weak voice startled her, making her turn around and saw the man himself standing right behind her, blanket around his shoulders. “Ghost?! What– you should’ve just slept! You can’t stand just yet–”

“Relax,” He said softly, sitting down beside her with visible struggle. “This isn’t my first rodeo. I won’t die from moving 10 steps.”

Seeing how he coughed wetly made her pout in disagreement. She still thought he needed to stay in bed. “How are you feeling though?”

"...like death.”

“I thought so. Your temp was concerning. May I touch your forehead? I have to feel your temp." Ghost nodded, still, her soft touch on his forehead and neck caught him off guard, as she stared at him trying to concentrate on measuring the heat of his skin. “You’re burning up! Dammit.” Jade exclaimed upon feeling the rise of his fever, it baffled her how he still had the energy to stand up with all those wounds.

Out of nowhere, Ghost felt pressure on his chest, before realizing that it was Jade pressing her ears to his thorax.

He froze right there and there, turning into stone like Medusa just stared him down. Ghost sucked his teeth and looked up to hold in his blush. He knew a hundred per cent that she was checking his breathing for that terrible wet cough he let out, but his brain had turned into a mush, his heart beating so fast like he just ran a fucking marathon. She definitely could hear his racing heartbeat, but no matter how much he tried to tell his heart to stop fucking beating like there's a whole damned carnival inside his chest, it was proven futile.

“Take a deep breath.” Her voice was the only thing that snapped him out of his thoughts, doing what she told him to do.

After hearing the air going in and out of his lungs a number of times, Jade finally leaned back again. “Yup. I’m no medic, but I can hear pneumonia coming when I hear one. You need to go back to bed.” She stood up and tried to pull him up, which was to no avail as he was still dumbfounded on the event that just happened. "The sun's setting down and the rain won't stop anytime soon. It'll get colder than this."

“I just got here–”’

“Back. To. Bed.”

Has she always been this demanding? He never liked being told what to do when it's not from someone of higher rank, but he could surely get used to this one. Ghost couldn't help the small smile on the corner of his lips as he stood up, walking towards the hard bed slowly before sitting down again. She gathered the steaming rations on her hands and sat back on the chair, his heart swole in a way he never thought it could.

"I brought chicken sausage and… pasta bolognese. You can choose whatever and I'll take the other one." Jade said, opening the lids to let the heat out while waiting for Ghost's answer, but when he didn't say anything, only gazing at the foods, a thought clicked in her mind. "Or or or, you can have both of them, if you want. I'm sure you're starving."

"...What about you?" Yep, she guessed right. He wanted both of them. Big man needed a big meal.

"Don't worry about me. You haven't eaten in days. I already had mine before coming to the facility, so I'm good, I promise."

A gulp, "Can I have both?"

"Sure."

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He’s back under that suffocating, smothering coffin under the ground. Trapped alone in the dark, he felt his heart beat racing, pounding against his chest that he could hear it on his ears.

He couldn’t breathe.

He’s afraid.

Ghost tried to bang his fist against the roof, but it wouldn’t budge. Even until his arms were bruised, until blood came out, he felt that the earth would swallow him whole any second, before Ghost felt the wooden base of the coffin disappear into dust, which made his body fall into a deep, bottomless void, getting farther and farther from the coffin.

Just as he thought that he’d forever fall without end, his back hit the ground with a great force, waking him up from his nightmare. Ghost opened his eyes with a jolt of his entire body, breathing fast and laboured as if he’d just gained back his ability to take air in.

"Hey."

The familiar voice called to him, prompting the man to focus his blurred vision, finding Jade. He’s finally awake enough to register that this is no longer inside the coffin where he was buried alive, but inside a wooden cabin deep in a rainforest. The rain still falling outside, the sun long gone, only the moon to accompany them. His surroundings were dark, save for the soft yellow lighting from a portable bonfire on the bedside table. Ghost was laying on his side facing her, nothing to support his head from the absence of pillows.

He then saw that his hand was grabbing Jade’s wrist in a death grip, almost shaking. She looked like she was startled by the sudden grip of her wrist when she'd just been wiping the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, but she didn’t show any sign of panic or daze, just calmness inside her eyes. "Nightmare?"

Ghost released his grip and answered with an alarming wet cough, his breathing starting to sound difficult, before weakly muttering, "Why aren't you asleep?"

"You can have the bed, I'll sleep on the floor–" He tried to wake up before being pushed down back to the bed on his side.

"Your fever got worse, you were sweating, and shivering as well. That infected wound on your shoulder added to the problem." Ghost might not be in his best condition, but he could hear her worry as clear as day.

She looked messy with the very long red locks of hers undone, contrasting with her usual tidy and orderly appearance. And to be frank, she’d had that worried tone since the second she found him in the warehouse, since she heard that he was missing, and probably since the day he texted her that he’d had to go on a mission.

"That is total nonsense! I'm not the one who's beaten up right now!” The logic must have left him because of the fever. Did he really want to sleep on the hard wooden floor with those bruises all over his body?!

The usual Ghost would retort some sarcasm towards her, but all he did right now was to stare at her. Jade would've thought that he's completely out of it from the illness, until he mumbled,

"...You should let your hair down more often."

"...wHaT?” her voice cracked at his words. Why was he talking about her hair all of a sudden?

A light cough, “I said you should let your hair down more.”

“Wh– Why?" She chuckled, half amused and half confused. "Look at them. My hair's a mess if I let it down. It's really hard to take care of, especially in the wind. Let it touch the rain, and air drying it is basically a recipe for disaster." The ginger said while rubbing her heavily tangled hair. She had intended to brush them when Ghost was asleep earlier, but she must admit that she didn’t have the energy to do it. Days of tracking and helping him had taken more of her than she’d expected.

"That's precisely why." Ghost started, still eyeing her face softly.

"...What do you mean?"

"Beautiful.” He confessed, "You're beautiful when your hair's a mess, so let it down."

A pause as he tried to rack up an answer in his jumbled brain. "It's not sudden. I've always liked it."

The sentence baffled, perplexed, and shocked her. Why did he say that? Why was he doing this?? What kind of dream or nightmare did he have?? Jade’s jaw dropped to the floor, her face turned almost as red as her hair because of that particular sentence. Ghost had never been one for talking, let alone compliments. That was the normal, healthy Ghost, then. So if he's on the opposite condition…

"I– What's with the sudden flattery??"

No one ever complimented her hair. Since she was a baby, a child, a kid in the orphanage, she kept being skipped by potential parents because of her striking red hair.

Jade recalled how she would see a couple shake their heads as they whispered among each other, quickly looking at the other orphans. Her brothers and sisters come in and go to their new parents, while she stayed. And for that reason, she grew to dislike – hate her hair, only until recently did she ever see a good in them.

And now, this man just admitted that he had always liked her hair since the day he met her, albeit… in a feverish, delirious state?

"T-thank you for saying that, Simon." Finally finding the courage to react, Jade continued, "but anyway, how are you feeling? Dizzy? Nauseous?"

"...cold." Ghost mumbled.

For sure that thin blanket would be doing anything in the cold rain. There was no more piece of clothing or any blankets left inside the house to use. She had started a little portable bonfire on the bedside table to give the room some form of luminescence as the sun was long gone, but it wouldn’t be enough to stop his shiverings.

Holding his eyes open was already a heavy task for him, but this cold felt like a thousand knives on his skin. He wanted to sleep, God, he wanted to sleep. He’s exhausted, except getting trapped in that coffin and buried alive inside that dream was the last thing he wanted to experience right now. Getting air into his lungs was also a burden to his chest. Even with the painkillers and antibiotic Jade had given him, his wounds hurt all over.

However, this is nothing.

Ghost had experienced this before, far, far worse than this, and he was still alive. He’ll tank through the cold, he could endure any pain.

It’s the same as ever.

Nothing’s different.

Had he ever heard that kind of sentence before?

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Jade softly muttered to him, looking at him not with a look of pity, but of compassion and willingness to help.

"Do you mind a– um… A cuddle?” The woman sitting beside his bed said nervously, prompting him to look at her face. "Shared body temperature. I suppose it's effective in this situation."

He took that back.

It's different now.

“...No.” He replied shortly.

"Really?”

“Yeah.”

“O-okay! The bed’s small, can you face the other way?” She asked, to which he nodded before he used all the energy he had left in his body to lie on his other side. With heavy clumsiness, he finally faced the wooden wall. The light of the moon shone through the window, hitting his face softly. Not long, he felt a dip on the other side of the bed. Jade had climbed on the bed and fixed the thin blanket to cover his figure properly. Ghost could feel her presence on his back, looming behind him. He didn’t know what to do, obviously. He never really shared a bed with anyone in a long time, let alone a woman. It’s almost pathetic.

“Can I… wrap my arm around you?” Jade asked hesitantly to the back of his head. “I–I don’t mean anything weird, just to warm you up! Like I said I love you and all – and I do mean that – but in case you’re not comfortable with me hugging you I will totally understand and—”

“I said I don’t mind it.” Ghost cut her off before she could blabber more.

“Okay… I’ll just. Put my left arm above you. Like this.” Lifting her arm, she then gently put her wrist on his shoulder, just barely beyond his side line. “This okay?”

“...Hm.” She’s pressed to him. She’s affirmatively pressed to his back. Her warmth instantly traveled to his entire figure, pleasantly so.

“Good. That’s really great, yeah. Your shoulder is really high, wow." He couldn’t say anything to that. Is that a compliment? “While we’re at it, lift your head up a little bit.”

Even though it confused him, he did what she told, and an arm sneaked its way past his cheek and placed it firmly there, and before he could ask her what was she trying to do, he got his answer. “I’m your pillow.”

Ghost let out a chuckle at her retort, and to be honest, he didn’t have any strength left to refuse the offer. His neck hurt and his head felt dizzy without a pillow, so he dropped his head right then and there on Jade’s bicep, and what she didn’t expect was the fact that he deliberately scooted back even further, finally clinging to her figure – a relaxed huff leaving him.

And just like that, Jade’s assumption that Ghost didn’t like hugs went down the bloody drain. She had to bite her lips in order to hold in the scream inside her. God, he must’ve felt her racing heartbeat on his back. He sounded like a literal puppy with that last huff. If she has a third arm she would’ve loved to pet his hair.

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The rain hadn’t stopped since they arrived at the cabin. The cold seeped through the woods, piercing through Jade’s skin as she made Ghost have the blanket. Other than that, the woman couldn’t deny the soreness on her arm as his head was pretty heavy. She didn’t mind it at all though, as long as he was comfortable, a sore arm was nothing compared to what he must be feeling.

It’s been about an hour since she climbed the bed to cuddle with him. Jade could really tell a lot about his condition from this distance. He’s really hot to the touch, his shoulders moved up and down in a quite fast pace. Still, it seemed that the shared body temperature worked as his shivers stopped. Was he already asleep?

Jade moved the hand that was on his shoulder to the front of his face – waving it up and down.

"I'm still up." His deep voice startled her.

Shit. He’s still awake. "S– Sorry. Just checking."

Meanwhile Jade was waiting for him to sleep, Ghost couldn’t even bring himself to sleep, for fuck’s sake. And not because of the nightmare, but because of her presence on his back was all he could think about. He felt relaxed, but not relaxed at the same time. It’s like his entire being felt safe in her arms and presence, yet his mind thought that he didn’t deserve this. Because she had searched for him, she had to leave her home, family, and friends again, and even though Jade had told him that she would always go and find him – and the things he said to her – he still felt like an arse.

"Lottie."

Jade noticed the name, prompting her to blink. "Mm? You okay?"

“Thank you... for saving me. And about what I said,” A brief pause, “I've hurt you. I'm sorry."

She stayed silent, looking at the back of his head. Ghost was always a blunt person, and it wasn't the first hurtful thing that he'd said to her. Calling her a midget was one thing, but saying that he didn't need her?

She knew he was in immense pain and under heavy mental duress from the imprisonment, but if what he said was true…

"Did you mean it? What you said?" Jade finally replied back, questioning him about the words he'd said. She wanted to know if he really mean what he said. She needed to know.

It took a few seconds for Ghost to answer, seeming like he was preparing himself. "No. Quite the opposite."

Hearing those words from him felt like a earning medal, prompting a smile coming from her lips. "Thank you, Simon. For staying alive.”

“Will you forgive me?”

“I forgive you, because..." Jade lightly sighed behind him, "I need you too.''

And he thought he had a cold heart. That one simple sentence coming out from the one person he allowed himself to love after such a long, long time, made his heart - no, his entire being melt right then and there, in her arms.

A mosquito decided to land on Jade’s hand, making her sway the bug away. “Oof, there’s some bugs here.”

"...What's the bugs' favourite band?"

Oh great heavens. A pun at a time like this? "...what is it?"

"Bee Gees."

"Oh that's goooood." She must admit that his timing was immaculate. "You ever watch Bee Movie though?"

"...Only bee I know in movies is Bumblebee in Transformers."

"Yeah well. Suits you I guess. And good for you for being oblivious about the Bee Movie."

"What kind of movie is that?" He asked.

"A movie. About bees suing humans."

"The fuck?"

"Yea yea yea we'll watch it when we get home. Now sleep." Jade chuckled. "Good night, Beanpole."

"Goodnight, Midget."

"I'm right here if you need me."

*****

"I know."

It's finally here!! To be continued in Part 2!

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