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You’ve just moved in with Simon. Great.
There’s one slight problem, though: Due to the nature of his work, the guy interprets everything as an order. And executes accordingly.
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You sit on the kitchen’s table, enjoying breakfast together, when you notice the full trash bin.
“The trash needs to be taken out,” you casually mention, not giving it too much thought.
But, to your surprise, Simon shoots up from his chair like a coiled spring, leaving his half-eaten food behind. “Roger that,” he responds and jogs towards the trash bin, leaving you baffled.
“Simon?”
He stops and turns to look at you.
“Hm?”
“You don’t have to do it right now.”
“When do you want it done?” he asks, waiting for your next command.
“Wh-whenever you can,” you reply, uncertain how else to phrase it.
“I can do it now,” Simon declares and proceeds to the trash bin.
“Babe, we’re eating.” You say and point at the semi-eaten food on the kitchen table.
He looks at the food, then back at you. He shrugs.
“No,” you state, “Come sit down and finish your breakfast first.”
He nods as if Price just gave him the objectives for his next mission and jogs to the table to resume his breakfast.
He’s always like this. Last week, you found a cockroach running in the bathroom, and you screamed so loud that he almost kicked the door. When he asked you what you wanted him to do, your first instinct was a very loud and clear “KILL IT!” without thinking about your statement’s repercussions. He chased it around, murmuring stuff like “Target’s on the move” and other nonsense until he trapped the cockroach in a corner. He stepped on it once and twisted his foot. The cockroach was dead. Gone. Kaput. But he wanted to do it again, to “confirm the kill.” When you told him there was no need since the cockroach was already a pulp and left you all to a better place, he refused and ordered an “evac” of the bathroom to “do it properly.” And when you asked if “properly” meant an AK-47 and camo apparel, he thought about it long and hard before agreeing that further escalation would be unnecessary.
Be it his ingrained behaviour as a soldier to execute orders, deeply rooted within his system, or his fear not to let you down, he was finding it difficult to leave his work duties at the door. He always carried them inside—in the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. He acted like Ghost, not Simon. Everything was a matter of order to him, and there was no time for relaxation.
But it doesn’t have to be like this; you want him to know that. He doesn’t have to be so rigid at home. He can relax and take a step back from his institutionalised habits.
To prove your point, you decide to give him another instruction, this time more indirectly.
You glance at the sink; some pans are picking out from making breakfast this morning.
“Oh boy,” you moan, trying to pull off an act, “we have to clean the dishes at some point.”
He raises his head to look at the kitchen sink, then sides-eyes you.
“Any particular time you want that done?” He asks, ironically.
“I said ‘at some point’, Simon,” you snap, “there’s no urgency.”
“You also said we ‘have’ to do it,” he snaps back. “‘Have to’ has some sort of urgency in it, doesn’t it?”
You chuckle, impressed by his attention to detail. “You’re right, but it’s more of a general statement,” you reply. “We can do it whenever it’s convenient.”
Simon processes your words and nods.
You stare at him while he eats, and you feel a tug at your heart, urging you to address the underlying issue on your mind. You take a deep breath, searching for the right words to express your feelings without offending him. You reach out and touch his arm to grab his attention. He turns to face you.
“You’re so dedicated to what you do; it’s one of the things I love about you,” you begin, “but our home should be a place where we can both unwind and be ourselves without feeling like we’re constantly on a mission.”
He furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” he asks.
You take a moment to collect your thoughts, wanting to explain them in a way that resonates with him.
“Well, when you jump to fulfil every request or task like it’s an order, it sometimes feels like we’re always on duty,” you explain gently. “I want us to create a more relaxed atmosphere here, where we can enjoy each other’s company and take things at a slower pace.”
He thinks about it for a while.
“Am I doing that?” He asks.
You slowly nod with a gentle smile.
“Affirmative,” he replies, “I’ll try to take it down a notch.”
“No ‘roger’, no ‘affirmative’, nothing like that is needed here,” you explain.
“Is ‘alright’ alright?” He asks.
“Yes,” you smile, “alright is alright.”
He finishes his breakfast and puts his dish in the sink.
“So,” he says, pointing one hand at the dirty dishes and the other at the bin. “Is there any particular order in which you want these two to be done?”
You smile. “No, babe; you take out the trash, and I’ll do the dishes.”
“Underst-alright, alright.” He corrects himself and walks to the garbage. He ties up the bag’s strings and picks up the bin. He spots you looking at him.
“Am I doing something wrong?” He hesitates.
“Why are you taking the entire bin with you?”
He keeps looking at you and places the bin on the floor.
“Just in case the bag’s ripped,” he explains, “I don’t want to spill garbage juice on the floor.”
“Oh.”
“Should I take the bag only?” He asks and begins to remove it from the bin.
“No… that’s pretty smart, actually.”
He raises his eyebrows and points a thumb at himself.
“Yes, Simon,” you nod and smile, “you’re pretty smart and considerate. I’ll carry out the same procedure while on trash bin duty.”
He puffs up his chest and picks up the bin with the bag in it.
“I’m dedicated, smart and considerate.” You hear him boast to himself as he walks towards the exit, ready to execute his mission.
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141 + Konig and Alejandro.
Requesting how they would react to reader having a near death experience and are afraid of losing them. Fluff at the end. Please and thank you ☺️
Of course, thanks for the request! Hope this is what you were looking for!
141 + König & Alejandro Reacting To Reader Nearly Dying
Warnings: blood, mentions of death, mentions of injury, heavy angst- ends in fluff
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Simon Ghost Riley-
It happened so quickly that Simon barely had time to register it.
The enemy had the gun pointed at him, and Simon was prepared to take it. He knew there was no escape from it. But then, you. You and your selfless heart just had to step in.
At the last second, you were nothing but a blur in his field of vision as you jumped in front of him, taking the bullet that was meant for him.
He watched as you dropped to the floor, and his entire world stopped in that moment. In his blind rage, he took down the man who shot you without a second thought, before regaining his senses.
"I need a med evac, NOW! Y/N's been shot." Simon cried out in a panic, rushing to your side. "Hey, hey, keep your eyes open, okay? Don't you dare fuckin' close them."
"I love you, Si." You said, gripping his arm with as much strength as your weakening form could muster. "I'm sorry."
"Don't talk like that, I won't have it. Keep your eyes open, kid." He gave your cheek a light slap as he pressed his hand on the wound on your abdomen. "Don't leave me, please."
You felt yourself slipping away, Simon's pleas being the last thing you heard before darkness consumed you.
~
Your eyes blinked open as a blinding white light blurred your vision. It took you a moment to realize your surroundings, as you looked over to the person whose hand was tucked firmly in yours. "Simon?"
"Sweetheart?" Simon voice was timid, and you knew him well enough to know that he had been crying. "You're awake."
"Hey." You croaked as you tried to sit up.
"No, no, don't move. I'll get you some water." He reached over to the bedside table and helped you gulp some of the ice water. He watched as you shakily set the glass down next to you, his eyes softening as he saw how much you struggled with such a simple gesture.
"You could have died Y/N, what were you thinking?" Simon asked, not taking his eyes off you. "That bullet was meant for me."
"And I couldn't sit by and watch you die, Simon. My body reacted before my brain did. It was just instinct. And I'd do it again if it meant you being alive." Your tone took Simon off guard, his protective walls shattering at your words.
"I can't live without you. I thought you were gone." His voice was barely audible, and you could hear the deep sadness in it.
"I'm here, Simon. I'm not going anywhere." You pulled him closer to you, forcing him to lay his head on his chest.
"Marry me."
"What?" You asked, not sure if you heard him correctly.
"Marry me." Simon repeated, his eyes still staring deeply into yours. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"But you said that-"
"I don't care what I said before. Nearly losing you made me realize that I want to spend every waking second with you for the rest of my life. So please, marry me. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow and make it official."
You let out a small sob as you absorbed his words. "Yes, yes, of course I'll marry you."
Simon smashed his lips to yours, holding you impossibly close as he deepened the kiss. "I love you, so much."
"I love you too, always."
John Price-
"When we are done with this God forsaken mission, I'm taking you to a nice dinner, got that?" John asked, a hint of a smile lining his lips.
"I certainly won't say no to that. I could use a night out with you." You gave your husband a warm smile before turning the corner in the building the two of you were clearing. "Last room, we should be done in just a minute."
John turned his gaze back to you, and his blood ran cold as he saw your foot land on trip wire. "Y/N, WAIT!"
But it was too late. You triggered the bomb set by the trip wire, and you and Pricem were sent flying as the explosion rang out through the building.
It took a moment for John to regain his senses, the impact of the explosion knocking the wind out of him.
John's ears were ringing as he looked for you amongst the debris. "Babe? Where are you!?"
He wiped some of the dust from his eyes and found you lying on the floor across the room, pieces of wood covering the lower half of your body.
He slid over to you, throwing the debris off of you in a panic. "Hey, hey, hey. You better be okay. I can't do this without you, I can't."
His heart was practically beating out of his chest as his eyes raked up and down your figure. You were covered in blood and bruises, and your heartbeat was faint.
He put his arm underneath your limp body and lifted you, holding you close to him chest. "I'm not going to let you die."
~
Sounds of distant talking, and machines beeping drew you from your deep slumber. Your eyes blinked open, as a cough racked through your chest.
"Babe!" John cried out, cutting his conversation with Laswell short. "You're okay."
He hurried over to you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you blinked away the sleep from your eyes. "What happened?"
"We can talk about that later. How are you feeling?" John asked, kneeling next to the bed, grasping your hand firmly in his.
"Like hell, but I'll be okay." You gave him a reassuring smile as you squeezed his hand. Your brows furrowed slightly as you took in his bruised face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm better now that you're awake. Gave me quite a scare, sweetheart." He said as he pressed a kiss to your hand.
"Well, I should work on getting better quickly. If I remember correctly, you owe me a date, captian."
"That I do, I'm going to make it a date you'll never forget."
Kyle Gaz Garrick-
You and Kyle were doing one of your weekly walks on one of the trails near your home.
It was a habit the two of you had formed, and it was a way for you both to unwind from the stresses of your lives.
It was early on a late winter morning, and you were just making your way over a small wooden bridge that rested above a small river. Kyle looked over at you and chuckled as he watched you shiver slightly.
"Should've taken a coat, kid. I told you it was cold."
"I'm no weakling. Besides, we are almost home anyway, I'll be fine." You giggled, bumping into him as the two of you walked.
He gave you the slightest of nudges, as the two of you laughed. At that same moment, you were walking over a small slick puddle on the bridge, causing you to lose your footing.
It happened in the blink of an eye, your valance being thrown off, sending you toppling over the side of the small bridge, into the freezing water below.
Kyle's entire world froze, and sheer panic set in. He watched as your frame disappeared into the water, and he immediately bolted across the bridge, to get to the ground below.
"Y/N? Y/N!" He screamed, his eyes frantically searching for you.
He saw your head emerge from the water, gasping for air as you struggled to tread above the surface. Without hesitation, he tore off his coat and jumped into the freezing water, swimming after you.
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Dragging you to the surface, he grabbed his coat off the ground and wrapped it around your frame, holding you tightly to him, rubbing the length of your arms vigorously. "Are you okay?"
You gave a nod, as a chill ran through your body. "Thank you, for saving me. I couldn't feel my body."
"I will always, always save you. No matter the cost." He pressed a warm kiss to your temple, shivering slightly as he began to realize just how cold it was. "You are my everything, Y/N. I'm so sorry, this was my fault."
"I should've watched where I was going, it's okay. I'm okay." You said it more to yourself than to Kyle, in an attempt to calm your racing heart.
"Let's get going, I'll draw a hot bath for us when we get back. I think we both at a minimum are going to catch a cold from this." Kyle chuckled, helping you to your feet.
"Maybe this'll teach me to wear a coat next time."
König-
"I'm right behind you, Kö, go!" You called out, running as fast as your legs could carry you.
The building was crumbling around you and the team as you all struggled to make your way outside to safety.
You were nearly out of the building when you tripped on a loose piece of concrete, sending you toppling to the floor. "KÖNIG!"
But it was too late, König was already out in the open before he heard you, and the building finally crumbled to the ground before he registered your cry for help.
"MAUS!" König cried out, watching as the dust settled from the crumbled building. His legs moved before his brain could catch up as he darted toward the rubble.
"König, wait! You're going to get yourself killed!" Price called out, trying to stop the Austrian from running to you.
"I can't leave them!" König slid to his knees and began to dig away at the rubble bit by bit. "I can't leave them."
König felt tears pooling in his eyes, the thought of losing you tearing at his heart in a way that made it nearly hard for him to breathe. "They're my everything."
Price and the others knew that fighting him was hopeless and ran to his aid. They spent the better part of 20 minutes throwing rubble to the side, and were just about to give up when they heard a faint cry from underneath them.
"Help! I'm in here!" You choked out, your throat filling with dust from each breath you took. "Please."
König was sent into a frenzy at your cries for help and doubled his efforts to remove the rocks. "Maus, I'm here! Hold on, I'm here!"
With one final rock thrown to the side, your beaten and battered frame came into his line of sight, and he felt the weight on his shoulders fall off.
You were covered in debris and blood, but still had that beautiful smile on your face. "König."
He reached his hands down and pulled you up to him in a bone crushing hug. "I'm here, Maus. I'll never leave you again."
Johnny Soap MacTavish-
You and Johnny were running from an onslaught of enemies making their way to your location. You were less than half a mile from exfil, and the two of you were running faster than you ever have in your lives.
Johnny heard gunshots from behind him, and heard a sharp intake of breath come from you.
"Babe, come on, we've got to move!" Johnny called out, looking behind him to make sure you were following. What he saw, had his entire world shifting on its axis.
You looked up at him, through bleary eyes, as your hand clutched at the growing blood splotch on your stomach. "Johnny."
"No, no, no." Johnny ran over to you as you started to lose your footing, and held you in his arms. "Hey, kid, it's alright. You're going to be okay."
"It hurts, Johnny." You whispered, the blood loss causing you to grow weaker by the second. "I'm scared."
"You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay. I won't let anything happen to you." His voice was shaky as he struggled to keep his composure. "Please, please keep yourself awake. I'll get us to exfil."
He carried your body and sprinted toward the exfil point, praying to the stars that you would make it out of this alive.
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Johnny walked into your hospital room a few days later, and his heart felt like it was going to implode when he saw your smiling face looking back at him.
"Theres that beautiful smile." Johnny's voice came from beside your bed. "I thought I lost you."
"I'm here, Johnny. I'm sorry to have scared you." You reached for his hand, giving it a firm squeeze as your eyes met his.
"Don't ever scare me like that again. I don't know what I would've done without you." Johnny's words felt like molasses in his throat, as his tears threatened to pour down his cheeks once more. "I can't live without you."
"I promise. I'm not going anywhere." You pulled him toward you and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he began to sob into your chest.
"You better not, I won't ever let anything happen to you again."
Alejandro-
Alejandros' worst nightmare had come true. The cartel had taken you hostage in an attempt to get back at him and Los Vaqueros, and it had been nearly three days without any sign of life from you.
He and Rudy were able to locate you at a nearby warehouse, and Alejandro was on a warpath to get to you. Dead bodies were strewn across the floors of the building, left in Alejandro and Rudy's wake.
Alejandro rounded a corner, and his heart stopped at the sight of you strapped to the chair, your body battered, bloodied and bruised.
"Carino!" He called out rushing to your side. He was quick to unstrap the restraints holding you to the chair and caught your limp body as it fell forward. "Carino, please, please be okay."
He carried your weakened body and sprinted alongside Rudy to leave the compound.
His tight grip on you didn't falter the entire ride to the hospital, as hot tears began to fall down his cheeks. Alejandro had been through a lot in his life, but nothing compared to this moment. He could feel the life slipping from you, and bit by bit, his heart began to disintegrate.
~
It was a few days later, when you were finally discharged from the nearby hospital. Alejandro had been distant from you the entire time you were admitted, the guilt of your kidnapping being too much for him to handle.
You weren't going to take his distance any longer, however, and decided to approach him about it a short while after you both got home.
"Alejandro, we need to talk. I'm okay, now. It's okay." You spoke, resting your hand on his shoulder gently. "Please, talk to me."
"It's not okay, I failed you. I should've been there. It's because of -."
"Ale, it's not your fault." You turned him toward you gently. "I don't blame you, not in the slightest."
"But it is, I'd understand if you didn't want to be with me anymore." His gaze fell from you, his eyes lingering on the floor below. "You're not safe with me."
"Don't say that. Alejandro, I'm safest when I am with you. I am not, and will not ever leave you."
Alejandro choked on a sob as he collapsed to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head against your abdomen. "I don't deserve you, hermosa, but I will spend the rest of my life making you the happiest person I can. And I promise you, I will protect you no matter the cost."
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A/N: I really struggled with writing this one- I hope you all enjoy!
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[Task force 141 × Gen Z! Reader/ General headcanons] [p4]
A/N; I thought the hyperfixation was over but surprise it is not LMAO, sorry for the long wait, mentally I was fucked and just tired/burnt out
Ghost is the one who usually trains the recruits, which means he needs to demonstrate moves on. That's where you come in. You can see the recruits tension filled bodies stare at your own bc what the fuck you do mean this 6'4 man is gonna use a finishing move on you.
You crack jokes that Ghost would never hurt a fly before you're flipped on your ass and Ghost is leaning his entire weight on you.
They use you as weights, mainly Soap. It is not an odd occurrence for recruits on base to see you sit on Soaps back while he does push-ups. You usually will be scrolling on your phone on tiktok and Laswell just sighs and takes a picture of yall to show to her wife.
Ghost uses you as a barbell basically and you enjoy being manhandled so you're just happy to be there.
Soap likes to play fight, he will playfully hit your sides and will tickle you while you run around desperately trying to evade his grasps. The only time he stops really is when either Price steps in or when Ghost fucking clothe lines him and he falls on his face. Soap sees you giggling behind Ghosts body and rolls his eyes.
All the guys have you on social media, even Ghost though he notably has no pfp, a generic user, only follows you. He is the first one to like any of your posts and makes appearances on your account and no one knows it's him for sure.
Soap takes your phone and scrolls thru your folder of memes, sending whichever ones he particular enjoys to himself. He really likes reaction images and uses them with everyone and people just ignore it and continue on texting like he didn't just send a picture of a woman crying.
You like to send ghost references you're sure he will not understand and he feels his blood pressure rise every day.
When they learn if you can't, you know, drive for the first time is also a real good time. Ghost is in the back, a bullet in his forearm, Price shouting at you to floor it and by God you fucking floor it so hard Ghost slams his head into the wall of the car and passes out. Price screams that you should've been fucking taught this in training but you shrug your shoulders, knuckles whitened as you shakily haul ass to evac.
It's a running joke that Alejandro and Rudy want you on their team, they playfully try and make negotiations
"Come on, she would be happier with us, no?"
Alejandro has a hand placed on the small of your back, inching you closer to his side in the booth of some random bar yall were dragged too. You're blushing and sputtering bc oh wow two more very attractive men are asking to take you an-
"I agree with Colonel, we can work something out." Then Rudy goes and kisses your hand and Ghost feels his eye twitch and Soap is stanced the fuck up immediately, leaning over and almost pulling across the table.
"Yea no, you two can fuck off with that shit." He grumbles, squeezing his arms around your waist. If he was a dog his hackles would be raised and his teeth bared.
Rudy can't help but lean in and whisper to Alejandro:
"Realmente deberías dejar de bromear con ellos así" (you should really stop joking with them like that)
Alejandro turns and looks dead into Rudy's eyes and hits him with
"¿Quién dijo que estaba bromeando?" (Who said I was joking?)
"Colonel, with all due respect stop fucking with my men, they're gonna pop a bloody blood vessel."
Gaz and you go to cat cafes fairly often!! He finds it extremely relaxing and he often goes whenever he goes on leave with you. No he doesn't correct the batista who thinks yall are married. He says it's because of a discount (there is none).
Price simply loves when you come visit and spend time with him in the city, walking arm and arm while he hums and listens to you ramble. Whether it be about your hyperfixations, you venting or ranting, he's there listening while watching you intently.
Price walks with you inwards of the sidewalk, do not try and move bc he will glare at you.
Valeria, oh she likes you, one bc you're a cute little thing. But mostly because she knows it'll get under everyone's skin if she even makes a mention of taking you. It especially pisses Alejandro off so she makes sure she calls you princess and blows you a kiss when they close the container door on her.
Ghost likes to come up behind you and pulls on the elastics of your holsters really far and let's them slap against your skin to see you whine and whimper. It never fails to make him laugh.
Ghost will not hesitate to beat the shit out of someone who tries to do it to you though, esp a random recruit.
Soap likes to carry you around on his back, it isn't a strange thing but he just genuinely loves the feeling of you against him. He doesn't care if you think you're 'too big', he's gonna pick you up so be quiet and let him hold you.
You've stolen multiple things of their items, not even on purpose but they left it in your room and now it's yours.
You have a skull balaclava, Ghost once came in and said it was too small for him and threw it on your bed and left. He will feel his heart tighten in his chest if you wear it outside of base.
You have a shit ton of Soap's muscle shirts, he is not upset but he will smile so soft when he sees you walk around in it in the early morning, your hair a mess and still a bit of drool on your lips.
Gaz buys you your own hats in attempt for you to stop taking his. It doesn't help. He flicks the brim and always has some cheeky remark about it but he doesn't mind.
You have one of Prices' lighters that you stim with on or off mission. He doesn't even realize until one day you have a lighter with the England flag on it and you're playing with it bc you're anxious. He doesn't say anything though.
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When the 141 + König try to get your attention.
They'll have extra bandaids, hair scrunchies, socks, and ammo for your favorite guns. Anything you could possibly need as an emergency that you might not get easily. They carry around hygiene products for you too if you need. "Dammit I need." Bam immediately in your hand. "Oh I should have taken extra." Don't worry about it they gave enough for a month. Have an illness or need medication they have the supplies you need on hand always. You're tired and can't sleep because you have watch? Oops your shift has been covered, go get some rest.
Ghost:
You've noticed it eventually. He's always got whatever you need and soon it becomes so regular that you're just subconsciously turning to him when you need something. He's always got it too. Without fail. It's not till Price, smug as fly shit, tells you Ghost is covering your night shift that you make the decision to confront him. In the military a man doing you favors could mean anything positive or negative but it could definitely be used against you. You find him and sidled up next to his side. "What are you doing?" You ask eventually. He grunts, pretending to be confused. "You're always doing me favors on the field and now you're taking my watch. What do you want?" He looks down at you. "Don't want anything." His sentence feels incomplete and you just glare up at him. A sigh and then, "Alright I do want something." Ice crawls through your stomach. You had hoped it was just him trying to make you feel comfortable in the group but no, there was a string. You look out to the range and track in your base. "Name it." You bite the words, trying to shove as much terror as you can in to your sentence. "Go to dinner with me." A beat, you inhale, another beat and you decide whether or not this counts as harassment. "You've been doing this to...get me to go on a date?" Trying to make the situation clear from your perspective. "Can't really flirt to save your life, the only way I knew what to do. I'll still do it. I just want you. You're a damn good soldier and an asset to the team. And you leave your work out of the base. The team likes you." He tilts your head back to him, as gently as anything. "I like you."
You loved your dinner and plan more date nights.
Soap
With Johnny it was harder to figure out if something was going on. He was always carrying extra things for the team. Ammo, meds, clothes, whatever. It's not until you get a smoke grenade to the face and you have to rip your contacts out to flush your face properly that you don't have extra, and your goggles that have your prescription is in your room. Keeping the pillows company. "Fuck all this." You're basically blind without them and there's no way you can fake it till you're back to base. It was stupid and careless. Price was going to have a field day with this after he reams you for an hour at least. "You alright?" Soap slumped down next to your still prone body. "No it's dumb I left my glasses and contacts. I'm going to have to evac. Or just wait." Soap laughs and you're about to get mad before he pulls out goggles for you. It's your old script but it's not too bad. You make it back to base with nothing more than a headache from your aching eyes. There's no reason he should have your old glasses. In fact, it's made you start to question how he always knows where you leave your things. He's genuinely nice and not in a bad way, even Ghost is gentle around him. Still, you need to talk, cause that's weird. Looking around you find him and you ask him to follow you in to the conference room. He does, glancing at you in confusion. You keep your face neutral and when the two of you sit down he's relaxed but nervous. "Everything alright?" "No not really, why do you have my old glasses? Pretty sure I threw those out, plus it's weird that you always know where I lose things." You lay out your concerns and his shoulders drop. "One, yes I notice where you lose things but you're always losing things and it makes you frustrated. So I've just been making sure to pay attention when you put something down or when you drop something. Two, you did throw them out but I had an extra from when your glasses once on a mission. So I've always kept one just in case. I'm sorry I made you unsettled. I really meant no harm. Plus I, wait no, sorry not the time." He waves his hand. "No no go on it's ok." You feel comfortable again and willing to go back to how it was before and hopefully set boundaries better for yourself. He leans forward. "I like you. I've been trying to get you to look at me, actually look at me." You feel your face go hot. "Dinner, maybe? Or something?" He continues, trying not to laugh at your agape expression.
You have dinner and a movie and happily wonder what your next date will be
Gaz
You were so focused on getting your exercise this morning done before it got too busy that you missed the breakfast call. 'Dammit!' There was no way it wasn't packed with people now. All the good food would be taken and you are not going to touch those breakfast bars, more crumb than food honestly. You make your way to your room, hoping that you would have something in your stash of snacks. As you comb through your drawers you find a single bag of popcorn. You had been meaning to go up to the shops and restock but you've been so busy or do tired lately. And now your stomach was growling. Great. You finished your popcorn on the way to the mess hall. The line was long but you slide in and wait. "Hey morning." Gaz bumps your shoulder friendly. "Hey!" You smile, he was always nice to you, and welcomed you to the group easily. "Got your favorites already don't worry about the line." He points over where the 141 was sat and a plate in front of an empty chair. You frown, "Yeah those are my favorites? How did you?" Gaz scoffs. "You eat like the same 6 things it's not hard to remember." Actually now that you think about it, he always makes sure you had your favorite food. Even if he for sure had to go out of his way. He looks over to your concerned face. "Hey you ok?" "No that's really weird. But thank you I think." You pick up your plate and go back to your room. It's too loud and the sound of other people chewing makes you want to scream today. Gaz followed you. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." You sigh and stop. "I'm good at what I do except this. Let me start over. You, me, dinner?" He asks and you look over to him. Before you can stop it a smile creeps over your face. "You were flirting?" He laughs, sheepish. "Badly, obviously." You shake your head, still smiling. "Ok you know what? Dinner sounds nice."
You both enjoy dinner so much that you end up taking all your meals alone together. It becomes so commonplace that Price sends those fold away tables to your rooms.
Price
You were new and the transition from your old squad to the 141 was strange. The base was private, secluded and unfortunately for you the nearest stores were about 15 miles away. It made shopping for hygiene products so annoying so you had to stock up. Until you had been gone for two months on a mission and you came back smelling awful and you had been run ragged and all you wanted was a shower and maybe a two week nap. You walked up to the base and Price walked out. "Good to see you, welcome back." "Good to be back Sir. I'll feel better after I get settled." He laughed and walked you in. "We had a bit of a move around. Your room was moved." Nervous now you followed him. "Something happen?" Shaking his head, Price lead you to a new door. "I should have had this done before but it turns out there's no real way to get plumbing to where your room was so we moved you here." You walked in and your things had been carefully moved. Wait. "Plumbing?" "Built you your own bathroom. Little bit of your own space." "I don't understand. I was fine with the one we already had." You looked under the sink and there was one more box of pads and tampons you absolutely were sure you didn't buy. That was creepy. "Let me know when you need new ones by the way I'll put in the order." Your head was screaming danger. No man in his position of power would just do that for no reason. Danger. No one would build a bathroom for one person and get the exact private things you would usually get. Danger. Slowly you stood up. Option One, get a hold of someone above Price and get out of here quickly and quietly Option Two be nice and grateful, (which you are Ghost and Soap are big fans of bathroom sex and any chance to not see that again was fantastic), but see if you can get out of this room without him noticing you freaking out. "What's wrong?" He asked, noticing your tension. Fuck, option one then. "It's kind of weird you know my order and the things I get. You also built me this. Captain, you have to know how this looks." You turn and face him. He looks at you and the gears start to turn. "Oh shit. No it's not like that I completely understand. I'm just trying to make you feel at ease. Give you your own space. Also your products are coming out of the squad budget so it's not any string I had to pull. I only noticed what they were when it was being packed away." You really think about it. Mull it over and over and slowly nod. "Then.. thank you Captain. I do appreciate it. It's so nice." Your own bathroom. You would have killed for this in your old squad. "Just want to take off my favorite girl." There he goes again. The easy banter. "I thought it was no big deal." You tease. "If I wasn't your favorite girl then you wouldn't do this?" He chuckles. "No I would. I wouldn't have any ideas about what goes on in this shower but I would still make it happen." "What kind of ideas?" You lean on the doorframe and he takes a few steps to you. "Let me show you."
You must have been in there a while because when you both make your way to the kitchen Ghost and Johnny are sitting around looking vaguely impatient. "Thank fuck." Ghost sighs and Johnny laughs. "Finally done? Thought you'd never finish."
König
You and König are good friends coming in at the same time, the two of you bond over trying to figure out your place in the squad. He's got your back and you've got his. When you get stuck in rain or fall in to water puddles too deep and they seep through your boots, he always has an extra pair of socks with him. Or a shirt when you need to rip one for an impromptu bandage. But it's especially odd when he happens to have a belt that is your size that you use to hold up a gun you swipped off an enemy body. "We're gonna talk about this when we get back." You tell him, matter of factly. And you do. You come up to his room and he let's you in. His body language is tense and he's actively making himself look as small and non-threatening as is physically impossible. "You always have spare clothes for me. You always have a hair tie or like today with a belt that I checked and is my size. It certainly isn't yours. So what's going on?" He slumps, and admits that he just wants to take care of you. "I'm not sure why I picked that but. For me it's strange I have to order my clothes or make them so I always like to make sure that you have clothes? I think. I'm not sure what I mean." He stands up and your eyes follow his. "I'm sorry my dear for upsetting you." You scoff and wave him off. "It's not weird you didn't upset me. Besides I think it's kind of cute that's how you show you care." König runs his hand over yours. "I do care. A lot. So much it drives me mad sometimes." He leans down, your head straining back, baring your neck to him. "Show me." You plead. "Not yet. I'm told I need to wine and dine before indulging, no?" You can see his eyes crinkle in mirth and damn if that isn't cute and hot at the same time.
"Ok I'm dined, I'm wined. Can we indulge now?" His laugh, deep and warm, is a balm and a flame at the same time.
Can you tell König is my favorite? None of this is healthy btw. I'm walking through the factory where they make the red flags and I'm asking for the gift shop and menu anyway. I need an exorcism.
Edit: can't believe I forgot Kyle. Ugh. Sorry for the late addition folx
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Branded (Rick Flag x GN!Reader)
Main Master List || DC Master List
Requested by @witchygagirl - If you're still doing them can I request
You have a tattoo where your soulmate first touches you for Rick Flag
from this prompt list
Warnings: Heavy gun usage, gun fire, battle, blood, language, battle wounds
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The gunfire rings out around you as sand flies everywhere. If it wasn’t for the light of the continuous gunfire, you definitely wouldn’t be able to see. You shouldn’t even be here. You should be back in Spain, sipping on your sangria on the beach with men waiting for your beck and call. Instead, you’re in the middle of a gunfight on a random ass beach in South America, all because you killed a few people. Ok. Maybe a lot of people. Thus began your time in Belle Reve.
When Waller had initially come to you with the proposition, you had shunned her away, openly mocking her for ever assuming that you would join her little Task Force. With the more days that passed and the more people you saw leaving, you soon changed your mind, leading you to now. Hands wrapped tightly around your gun as you hide behind a rock, trying to cancel out the screams of your comrades.
Now you know why it’s called the Suicide Squad.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Your commander yells at you, crashing beside you and catching his breath. “We need your help out there!”
You look over to him, eyes wide in panic as your lips slightly tremble. “I can’t. My power can’t activate under stress.”
“You’ve got to be fucking me.” Rick groans from beside you, reloading his gun as he shakes his head in disbelief. When he looks back at you, terrified, he realizes that you’re not joking. “Look at me. Look at me!” He grabs your face with his dirty hands and turns you to him. “This is life and death. Either you fight or you die and I don’t intend on letting any more of my people die. Understand?” You nod your head as he nods his head. “Ok good, on my mark, we’re going to make a run for some better cover. Ready?” He asks, getting into a crouching position as you follow suit, gripping onto your gun like your life depends on it. “Go!” You and him run through the gunfire, firing your own weapons back as you watch men fall to the ground. You feel a rush of pride but it’s short lived when you feel a searing hot pain rip through your leg, causing you to fall to the ground. You try to stand up, but fall short, your leg burning in pain causing you to let out a sharp cry of pain as you look down, the sand underneath your leg getting darker and darker. Just like your vision.
Hearing your cry of pain, Rick’s head whips back until he spots you lying on the sand, clutching your leg. He’s already clear of the gunfire and he could proceed with his mission, but there’s something about you that is preventing him from going forward. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” He grumbles to himself before fixing his gun and running back into the line of fire, making quick work to grab your ankle and drag you towards the bushes. “I hope I’m right about this.”
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You wake up to birds chirping at people talking though you don’t know where you are. You remember being shot, and then dragged through the woods by Rick, but besides that, you have no clue what’s going on. Moving to sit up, a warm hand places itself on your shoulder, not letting your rise any higher than that. “Woah there, just relax, you’re safe.” You turn your head to the voice and see your commander sitting there with a soft smile on his face.
“Colonel Flag? What’s going on? Where are we?” He removes his hand from your shoulder and places it in his lap, but something is off about it. Did he always have that tattoo on his hand?
“We’re safe, that’s all that matters. We’re waiting for an evac off this hell hole,” he murmurs, looking around the makeshift tent as you nod, turning to look into the mirror on the desk across from you, confusion all over your face.
“What the hell is on my face?” You try to inspect it a little closer, but again, Rick’s hand pushes you back down, a blush on his face.
“Well, uh, you know how some people get tattoos where their soulmate touches them for the first time,” he comments as you nod your head. Of course you do. Everyone in the world knows that. And only some are lucky enough to have that. “I think we’re soulmates.”
“I must have a concussion because this can’t be real,” you comment, but he shakes his head, grabbing the mirror and holding up to your face, placing his hand next to the mirror. In the mirror you can see the exact same symbol on your face that’s on his hand.
“Concussion or not, it’s real.” He comments as the sound of a helicopter echoes in the distance, causing his head to look outside. “That sounds like our ride. We’ll discuss this later, ok?” You nod your head in confirmation as he gives you an awkward pat on the back, not really sure where to go, but at least you guys will have each other.
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I just wanted to say this before it ate me up from the inside. Your SpecGru Reader series has me on the edge of my seat and I can't wait for when you post the next part but after you've gotten some rest and taken care of yourself. Someone else mentioned the joint mission going wrong and I want to pitch this idea to you, as a variation.
The mission goes well, in fact a little too well. The reader then trusts their gut and warns her squad because she and Nova are positioned as cover snipers. Before her Captain can pass along the warning to the 141, that's when everything goes tits up they were all drawn into an ambush. Their comms get jammed for a bit and it's basically everyone fending for themselves.
It takes some time for the Reader to get to a rallying point and things just get worse from there. Gaz and Keegan are unconscious because they were clipped by a concussion grenade. Nikto is providing covering fire. Price and Alister are trying to radio in an evac. Soap is the last one to arrive and admits that he and Ghost got split up when they were ambushed.
The Reader then goes in and cuts a bloody path to where Ghost was last seen and it unnerves Soap and Nova at the carnage that the Reader unleashes. They get to where Ghost is pinned down, having sustained a gunshot to both legs and to his left shoulder, and the Reader uses a flash bang/smoke grenade to provide cover as Nova and Soap take out the enemies.
That's when the Reader hauls Ghost out of there and when then man asks why they're bothering to go back for him when he was good as dead...?
The Reader just remarks that they're just paying it forward thanks the SpecGru squad that they made it a point to teach them that no one gets left behind. He falls unconscious afterwards but there's clear surprise on his face.
The Reader, Nova and Soap get back to the rally point and everyone barely gets out in one piece and in the weeks that follow, the Reader and the SpecGru squad make sure to check up on the injured 141. It's also revealed that thanks to the Reader having an O negative blood type, they were able to bring Ghost back from the brink when he was going into hypovolemic shock because of all the blood he lost.
When the man regains consciousness, the Reader is the first person he sees...
With the SpecGru squad and the 141 around him. It would just boil down to the Reader pretty much telling Ghost that they could've just let him die but that it wouldn't of been the right thing to do and how they learned thanks to the experience they had with the 141 that it would've been easy to just leave him to his fate or just disappear as he recovered.
Basically, it would toss everything that that the 141 did to the Reader back at them and really remind them of what they did wrong and how it was the Reader that wasn't a good fit for the 141, it was the 141 that wasn't a good fit for the Reader.
Tldr; the Reader goes in, puts their life on the line to save Ghost and then makes him regret freezing them out like they did by showing him what he should of done instead of letting his own hangups and insecurities get the better of him.
Ooh I love a good mirrored narrative, with a little dramatic irony of some kind thrown in. And Simon getting his ass saved? Love to see it.
I already have an idea in mind for the the joint mission, and all the ways it goes wrong (and right) but this is a very, very good idea that I enjoyed reading
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In The Dark - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader
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Need (NSFW) - Rooster has always needed you.
The Craziest Shit (NSFW) - Rooster can't help himself when he's with you.
Temporary - Rooster tells you his secret whilst your sleeping.
Things have changed since Basrah. Rooster realises it when he wakes up alone at two in the morning in an empty bed. Your sheets are tussled, tossed aside and when he presses his hand to them, he’s surprised to find the fabric cold.
You’ve been up for a while then.
That’s new. You’re usually a heavy sleeper.
He finds you standing in the kitchen, dressed in a silk robe you picked up in Japan. It slopes off your shoulders just a little, the bright colours contrasting against your skin. There’s a mug of tea clasped to your chest. He can see the curl of steam before it evaporates into the air, the scent of lavender fills his nose and recognises the aroma as Bedtime Tea, something his mom used to drink after this father passed away.
You don’t respond when he steps into the kitchen. He understands wherever you are right now, it’s not with him. Your gaze is distant as you stare at your reflection in the darkness of the window, your muscles tense. He’s seen this before, not in you but in others who’ve been to hell and back, people he’s worked with, friends who’ve survived warzones.
He’s gentle when he puts his hands on you, his thumbs ghosting slowly over the outline of the silk. His lips brush over the back of your head as he whispers.
“Where did you go?”
You incline your head slightly so that he can see the profile of your features. He knows that you’ve been hiding something. You’re more reserved than before, more guarded. He noticed it back at The Hard Deck last night when he’d watched you interact with the others from the Search and Rescue Unit. You’re one of them but not at the same time. He’s not sure what caused the distance, but he sees it.
“What happened after I left Basrah?” He asks you.
You turn around to face him, leaning back against the worksurface as you take a sip from your tea. It’s a delaying technique, he can see you weighing up the words as you withdraw back into yourself, working out what to reveal and what to emit.
“The whole story.” He says firmly.
And you sigh because really you should know better.
It’s hard to choose a beginning, it’s a jumble of sounds, images and terror. You remember that more than anything, the icy cold tendrils trailing down your spine as you bleed out in a bolthole in the hills.
“I got left behind.” You tell him, meeting his gaze.
It makes sense but at the same time it doesn’t. He’s met your team, you're close knit, they aren’t the kind of people to leave someone behind but then he thinks of the dynamics he witnessed last night. Ross sticking to you like glue, protective and weary, eyes always surveying the threat around him even in a bar full of friendlies. Kojack’s apologetic demeanour, gaze lowered, submissive and contrite. Cam avoiding you completely, preferring to stick to the opposite side of the room as he poured down whiskey after whiskey.
“There was a medical evac,” You explain wearily. “An Intelligence officer had been caught and they’d sent a team in after him. They managed to get him out, but he was severely injured…” You meet his gaze, so he understands the seriousness of the situation. “They’d had him for three days; he was lucky to be alive.”
Tortured, he summarises. He’s heard the stories of what happens when the insurgents get their hands on someone whose an enemy to their cause. It isn’t just soldiers, it’s people who protest their ideals, people who want a better way of life for their families, for their children.
“There wasn’t space to land, so I had to go down to assess him. We managed to stabilise him for transport, Cam went up with him on the winch and that’s when they hit. They’d managed to trail the team that rescued him, the information he had…" You shake your head. "They couldn’t afford for him to escape with his life, so they targeted the chopper.”
He knows what happens next. The good of the many over the lives of the few. Someone higher up decided that you were more disposable than that Intelligence Officer, so they had given the order to leave you behind along with the initial rescue crew. It feels like a kick in the chest because out of everyone in his life, you’re the one that he can’t live without. It throws his head into a tailspin trying to imagine the idea that he never would have seen you again, that he’d never hear your laugh or feel the press of your skin against his.
“When the Humvee blew up, I got hit with shrapnel.” You tell him, wrapping both hands around your mug. "The rescue crew managed to lay cover fire while I took care of the injury but it needed more medical attention than I could give.”
The scar on your hip he realises. He thinks of the searing metal cutting across your skin, the agony you must have felt as the blood flowed from the wound.
“We were stranded with no vehicle and limited weaponry, so we had no choice but to disappear into the hills. We spent the next twenty-four hours playing hide and seek until we made it to a check point and by then…”
You don’t have the heart to tell him how much of a mess you were. Jonesy was dead, you were halfway there, if you’d been out in the hills much longer you wouldn’t have made it. It had only been through Howard’s unrelenting cajoling and Ithica’s determination to drag you the final few clicks that you even got you home at all.
“It took me a long time to recover, the wound had got infected by the time we got to that checkpoint. I was in septic shock.” You reveal, shaking your head. “I ended up in a hospital in Germany for a couple of months before they shipped me back here.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” He asks you.
“What would have been the point?” You say helplessly. “What could you have done? You were halfway across the planet busy with other things. It’s not like you could have jetted back.”
It hurts him when you make that point because he knows it’s true. He’d been three months into a deployment somewhere in the Pacific.
You see the line of his jaw clench as he tilts his head away. Sometimes he hates his job, hates what it does to his personal relationships, to the both of you.
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” You say as you set down you’re empty mug. “I’m grounded for the foreseeable future. That’s why they have me on base, training the new Medical Techs.”
His head snaps back to you, his eyebrow arching in question.
“PTSD.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders. “They have me at the shrink once a week doing EDMR therapy.”
It’s another blow and he swallows hard past the well of emotion in his chest because the thought of you dealing with this alone, it kills him. He understands empty bed, the restless, the inability to relax.
“Does it help?” He asks quietly.
“Yea, but I feel like shit for days after.” You say honestly. “It’s a work in progress…” You pause before deliberating for a moment. “I’m a work in progress.”
“Aren’t we all?” He smiles before leaning in close, his hands coming to rest upon your hips. “You know it doesn’t change how I feel about you right?”
He knows that’s the real reason you haven’t told him about what happened. A revelation like this alters things, the casual relationship two of you have goes from being simple to something more intimate. Things can’t be the way they were before. He wants to step up, he wants to be there for you, to support you when you need it.
“Lean on me a little.” He requests as he presses his forehead to yours. “I can take it.”
Your palm comes to rest on his chest, fingers splaying over the space where his heart resides.
“Ok Bradley.” You whisper against his lips. “Let’s give this a shot.”
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Sweet boy König angst to fluff, I would love him to be protective with reader who got knocked out and him at the hospital 😭🥹
Hey sweet anon :) Based on your ask and popular demand here is a very angsty fic about you being injured and König losing his damn mind. I may or may not went a little overboard ;) So, prepare for all the angst/hurt/comfort you can handle :P It´s SFW.
Your code name is Queeny
König x f!reader
Summary: You get seriously injured and König is losing his mind. He wasn´t able to tell you yet! Would he ever get the chance to now?
Word count: 3.294
Warnings: Hurt, angst, hurt/comfort, injuries, blood, medical talk, devestated König but all the fluff in the end
“Somebody help!!!!” His panicked yells were muffled by the rushing in your ears, by the steadily slower beating of your heart, by the roaring of fire and breaking rubble all around you. It was chaos. What´d happened? One moment you were with your team, scouting for vantage points above the main battle area and the next, Boom!! Heat had encased your body as it fell. Pressure from falling concrete and steel on your chest and legs almost burying you. Why? Why was there an explosion? The enemy didn’t even make it to the area where you wanted to ambush them yet.
“Ghost! Soap! Help me!!” That voice…That booming voice. König. He never sounded like that…desperate, devastated. Your sight was blurry when you tried to open your eyes. They were so heavy. Not even adrenalin helping you stay awake. This was bad. Very bad. König…you heard hurrying footsteps and yells before some of the pressure was lifted from your legs. They felt cold and wet. Must be blood your foggy brain mused.
“No, no, no, no, no, Queeny! Eyes open, keep them open, Liebling, please!! Lt, that one! The one on her chest. I can pull her out!”
“König, calm down, we don’t know how injured she is. We can´t just lift the damn thing” you heard your Lt shout. “We have to! I´m not leaving without her!” Your heart tried to swell at König´s words. He was a sweetheart if you got to know him. Scary as all hell on the battlefield but couldn’t hurt a fly when not on duty. Your eyes tried to focus on him. His sniper hood was right above you. The whites of his eyes so clearly visible you knew how wide open they must be. His pale blueish green irises held a look of pure devastation as he gazed down at you. Strong hands held your neck in place as piece after piece of rubble was carefully removed from your lower body. The pressure and weight on your chest and abdomen however held it´s deathly grip on you.
You knew you were bleeding out from somewhere. Your hands were cold, you heart didn’t beat as quickly as it should. Your own medical experience kicked in and you knew your chances were slim if evac didn’t arrive in the next two minutes.
“-loosing too much blood. Evac, this is Ghost. How copy?” We´re out three minutes, Lieutenant. How´s the situation? “Critical!! Hurry your arses up!” You heard a gurgling sound from König´s throat above you and wished more than anything to be able to give him just one more book recommendation, to make one more cup of tea with him in the middle of the night, one more time be able to see his face. You couldn’t even touch him. His hands on the side of your neck began to shake.
“Lt” he said in a chocked up voice. “Ghost…we need to get her out from under there! When evac arrives we need to leave within the minute.”
“He´s right, Lt. We have to try” Soap on your other side sounded worried beyond measure. A deep sigh came from your superior. “Fuckin´ hell!” he hissed. “Right, Soap. Hand me that rod, I´m goin´ to use it as a lever. Help König pull her out as soon as there´s room, got it? If we don´t try she dies anyways.” You almost chuckled at the bluntness of your Lt. He was a character, for sure, but you´d lay your life in his hands without hesitation. You´d already done so multiple times. Just like today.
Faintly you heard a helicopter landing in front of the destroyed building you were in. Slowly the pressure on your chest vanished bit by bit and by the time you felt two sets of hands pull you from the rubble, you made some throaty noises of relief. That was before the pain shot through your torso, down the length of your spine and into your legs.
A scream erupted from your throat you didn’t know you still had the strength for. Your ribs felt like they had been pulverized, your skin bruised and ripped, your muscles crushed, your bones broken.
Before you saw the evac team run in your direction the only thing you could hear was König´s raw, pleading voice. “Queeny, hold on. I know, Liebling. I know, I know it hurts. You´re going to be fine, mein Schatz. Bitte…” Your heart was screaming for him, wanting to let him know what you felt. What you had hidden away since the first time you saw him. What he truly meant to you. But your vision blurred. Blackness slowly creeping up on you as babbled, quiet pleas left his trembling lips. “Bitte…not her, please. ___, stay awake. Bleib bei mir, bitte! (Stay with me, please)”
The last thing you felt was his clammy hands leaving your body as Ghost and Soap both were needed to pull him away from you so the evac team could start their work. By the time you had lost consciousness, König was on his knees, bending over and screaming his devastation and helplessness into the concrete on which he had collapsed on. Both his arms now loosely hanging from Ghost´s and Soap´s grip standing next to him. Both men watching with empathy how their teammate broke and evac hurried you away before pulling König to his feet. “Get up, König. Come on, man! Start walking. She needs you” Soap said sternly as he pulled on König´s limp arm. He seemed to snap out of it and got up, forcing his long limbs to move and scramble after you.
Back in the helicopter the medics did everything they could to stabilize you. Throwing medical terms at each other and trying to stop your various injuries from bleeding. “She´s losing too much blood. Get me a transfusion. What´s her blood type?” One of the medics reached for your dog tags and inspected them. “O-negative” he said. “Fuck” another one said and reached for the transfusion bags. “We only have one bag left, that´s not going to be enough to get her to the hospital.”
König´s insides froze and nausea filled his stomach. Before he could dissolve into despair yet again though, Ghost caught his attention and patted his chest where his dog tags lay, pointing at König after doing so. Quickly, the Austrians gears kicked into motion and he spoke up.
“I ´m O-negative. Use my blood!” The medic´s head whipped around and he contemplated for only a second. “No other choice. Let me see your tags.” König kneeled down next to him and pulled at the chain around his neck. “O-negative, got it! When was your last check up?” König didn’t hesitate. “Right before this mission. Two weeks ago. Came back clean.” The medic seemed relieved and nodded. “Henderson, prepare a direct transfusion. Hurry.”
They managed to keep your heart beating until the heli landed on top of the nearest military hospital. You were ushered to the ER so quickly, König still had the needle stuck in his arm as he jumped out after you. Ghost and Soap had to hold him back yet again.
Hours later, König still sat in the waiting room in front of the doors of the ER. Hunched over and feeling so lost his whole body was minutes away from giving out on him. Ghost and Soap had been called back to base for a briefing with Captain Price. He was the one that ordered König to stay at the hospital and inform them regularly about your condition. The thing was, nobody bloody told him anything!
You´d been in the operating room for nearly six hours now and no nurse or doctor would give him any information. He was slowly going mad. He´d managed to overthink every single second of that morning when they first arrived on site. Were there signs of the explosive? Could he have seen it? How did they know they were going to be there? Why wasn´t it him on that operating table right now? Why? Why? Frustration consumed him at this point and angrily he pulled at his sniper hood, revealing his slightly too long auburn hair and smudged face. He couldn’t care less at this point.
His cold hands were still shaking by the time the doors opened again several hours later. 10 hours, 42 minutes to be exact. A very exhausted surgeon steered his way over to König. His hood fell from his hands to the ground in slow motion as he got up from the uncomfortable chair.
The surgeons eyes were rimmed with dark circles and he sighed deeply, ruffling his hair. “No” König whispered and tears sprung to his eyes immediately. “Nein, bitte nicht. Bitte nicht. (No, please no. Please no.)” His own hands grabbed the strands on his head. The hair you loved to ruffle, the hair that reminded you of the setting sun, you´d once said. “We managed to close the most dangerous wounds and stopped the inner bleeding. Patched up her broken leg. Her foot…her foot was difficult to repair. She´s going to need extensive physical therapy… if she wakes up. I´m sorry, we had to induce a coma. She´d lost so much blood that we fear her brain might have been without enough oxygen for too long. Only time and her own strength will tell now.”
“But…she´s alive?” König asked with a shaking voice. The surgeon nodded. “Yes, she´s alive. Breathing on her own as well. It´s a waiting game now.”
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And König waited. Waited days, weeks, months. Every free minute he could spare he spent at your side. Slowly watching your body heal and yet, the coma remained. He brought you flowers, read you stories and talked to you as much as he could. Somedays he just sat by your side and quietly let the tears fall. He missed you. He missed you with an intensity he never knew. His chest constricted every time he was sent on another mission and knew it would be several days until he saw you again. He missed your voice. Your funny little quips and encouraging words whenever his nervousness took hold of him again. You always had a way of calming him down.
It didn’t take him long to appreciate your beauty as well. How could he not? He was just a man. When you weren´t deployed, you spent your time together on base with training, reading, watching movies and drinking tea. He knew he had developed feelings for you when he noticed he couldn´t really spar with you anymore like he used to. He´d be more careful not to come at you too forcefully (a fact about which you had nearly ripped him a new one) and when he´d overwhelmed you yet again, pinning your frustratedly huffing body to the training mat, he´d realized with a stuttering pulse how warm your body was. How pliant and soft your flesh was, how your chest was heaving. He really tried to not make it a problem. Feelings in your line of work weren´t exactly a good idea. Teamwork and all that, sure. Could safe your ass. But romantic feelings were a problem.
To his despair he didn’t even have the time to tell you about his feelings. About how much they´d grown, how much you meant to him. He just wanted more time. If it meant he couldn’t work for the military anymore…he´d find something else. Maybe in the private sector…if it meant he could be with you. If it meant he had more time. But once again being caught in a dream world he was transported back into that hospital room. Quietly sobbing and dwarfing your hand in his while he watched your still sleeping form.
“They´re going to try and wake you up tomorrow, Liebling” he said with a tight voice, trying to smile. “They did some tests and your brain reactions seem to have stabilized.” König rubbed his thumb over your hand. He stood up, leaning over you. With careful fingers he stroked the side of your face lovingly. “You´re fighting so well, Queeny. You´re truly a warrior. So much more than any of us” his voice cracked at the end. He leaned down and pressed his tear streaked lips to your forehead, whispering against it. “Bitte, Queeny. Bitte komm zurück und sag´ mir jeden Tag, dass meine Haare zu lang werden. (Please, Queeny. Please come back and tell me every day that my hair is getting too long) I´ll do anything to hear your voice again.”
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The next day, König sat in the waiting room again, this time surrounded by Soap, Ghost and Price. None of them wanted to miss this. The doctors had given you the right medication to wake you up and now, everyone waited in various stages of nervousness. Ghost leaned against the wall stoically, his arms crossed over his massive chest. Price was reading some report to distract him, murmuring something under his breath and Soap sat a few chairs away from König, gnawing on his thumbnail. König however was a mess. At some point either Price´s, Ghost´s or Soap´s gaze were on him just to make sure he wouldn’t topple over.
His face was even paler than it usually was. His eyes red rimmed and deep dark purple shadows beneath them. No wonder, the man hadn’t slept properly in months. Price turned his head to him. The Captain was not at all unaware of what was going on with the younger soldier. Heavens he knew how difficult it was to maintain any kind of relationships within the military. And yes, his own marriage had made him more receptive to how König felt and how he could help him instead of telling him off. He couldn’t imagine having to deal with his wife being in a coma. He´d go insane. So he just reached out and patted König roughly on the shoulder. He didn’t much react except for a little hiccupping sound. Cold sweat was running down his neck while his hand shook like leaves.
After what felt like hours, one of the nurses came into the waiting area and König swallowed loudly, staring her down. She did seem a little nervous when she saw the intense stare with which he pinned her to the spot. “She´s asking for you, sir” she squeaked and nodded towards him. “That is, if you´re König?” A short breath escaped him quickly. “It worked?” he whispered disbelievingly. “She´s fine?” The nurse smiled and beckoned him to follow her. On shaky legs he tried to put one foot in front of the other.
Inside your room, several doctors made sure your reflexes were normal and your breathing stable. You felt so groggy. Your memory only coming back in little pieces. An explosion, rubble, smoke, pain.
“König” you whispered for the sixth time since you woke up. “He´ll be here shortly. Focus on breathing” the doctor said in a calm voice. “Your vitals look very good,___. You´ll need a lot of rest but you pulled through.”
You nodded your head. You´re alive. Alive. Able to speak, to move, if very sluggishly. König.
The door opened and there he was. His huge frame coming through the door, ducking slightly when he stepped through the doorframe. He looked horrible and your heart squeezed for your love. You held out your hand to him. “Stand up straight” you croaked with a dry throat and smiled. You only saw a whirl of auburn, pale skin and black clothing before he was leaning over you holding your face in between his shaking hands. “Queeny” he breathed. “You came back, mein Schatz.” His tears fell down the tip of his nose. You lay a hand on his and smiled up at him. “Don´t cry, König. I´m here. I´m here, my love.” A strangled sob escaped him as he carefully sat down next to you on the bed and buried his face in your neck. The doctors and nurses had all left at this point. You tried to calm him down as best you could. Humming melodies and stroking his hair soothingly.
Minutes later his tears vanished and he sat up again, looking at you a little embarrassed. You just grinned a little and stroked his face. “Missed you” you said. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Me too, Liebling. Missed you so much. I´m so happy you´re back. I was so worried” König´s eyes were trained on your face. Your heart swelled. “I´m sorry, mein Großer (my big boy). I´m sorry I worried you. I should´ve-“ “No” he said resolutely and leaned his forehead against yours, breathing you in. “You fought for months, Queeny. You fought your way back! What happened was not your fault.” Your own eyes stung with tears. “It was nobodies fault” you said. “König, I was so scared. I was so scared I wouldn’t get to tell you.” He lifted his head again looking at you wondrously. He nodded in understanding. The way you looked at him had no other outcome than you having the same feelings. He swallowed. “Tell me now” he whispered in a hopeful voice.
“I love you” you said with all the truth in your heart. He looked like a massive boulder had been removed from his chest and he was breathing for the first time. Touching every single inch of skin on your face with shaking fingertips he nodded and again tears fell down his cheeks. When you wiped them away he said “Me too. I love you so much, mein Engel.”
With that you pulled him down by his neck and kissed him happily. He responded in kind immediately, a little groan escaping his mouth. His soft lips on yours, you felt like the whole world could just bugger off. This was all you needed. All you wanted. This gentle giant kissing you so lovingly and with such care it almost felt like not enough. “König” you whispered against his lips. “König, I´m not made of sugar. Fuckin´ kiss me.”
With your permission he grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips so desperately onto yours, you finally felt alive. He opened his mouth slightly and not hesitating you pushed your tongue against bis lower lip. König whined as he tangled his tongue with yours, really kissing you with earnest and all the relieve he felt. “I love you” he said between kisses. “Queeny, ich liebe dich. (I love you) I want to be with you no matter what it takes. I´m yours.”
Your arms wound themselves around his torso as a tear ran down the side of your face.
A throat cleared itself from the doorway and reluctantly König detached from you. He threw a nasty look over his shoulder but pulled up his shoulders when he saw his Captain and Teammates were standing at the foot of your bed. They too wore very relieved expressions.
“Glad you´re alright,___” your Captain said with his signature smile. You laughed lightly and sent a watery smile and many thank you´s towards your Team. All the while König was still holding you, looking at you adoringly. “You´ll need extensive physical therapy, the doc said” Price continued. You nodded your head. Price saw the change in you. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at what was coming but he understood completely. He warned Soap and Ghost beforehand. “With all due respect, Captain. Ghost, Soap….” You took König´s hand in yours and looked up at him smiling brightly. He had a confused expression on his face but grinned none the less, showing his canines. You turned back to your Team, smiling happily and shrugging a little bit.
“I quit.”
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Lighter Pt.2
Ask and ye shall receive :))
TW: Blood, death, angst
Part 1
Part 3
You feel a sense of disconnect, being able to see your own body. It had been that way since you slipped into a coma on the evac. Just you, your body, and the voices.
There are voices, almost uninterpretable, that call to you from beyond the veil. You do not hear the words they say, but you recognize them. They belong to your mother, to your best friend, to a fellow soldier, to all people who have died under your care. They want you to join them, but the voices are faint and do not sway you. Instead, you tether yourself to the man sitting by your bedside. For 12 short hours, he kept you tethered to the mortal plane. And then there was a tightness in your chest and the tether snapped.
It had been an interesting experience. In surgery, you had flatlined 3 times, but each time it felt like there was a tether holding you to your body, keeping you from following the voices. But later, in the ICU with Ghost by your side, you felt the tether disappear. There was a sudden tightness, the first sensation you’d felt since slipping into the coma, and then the tether just snapped. You felt yourself fading, the voices growing louder and louder and louder. Your body tingled and you stretched out a hand, reaching for the voices, wanting to end the discomfort and just go.
But then there was a spark, and you felt as though someone dumped a bucket of cold water over your skin. The voices faded, and you came back to yourself, tethered once more.
“Their heart gave out.” The doctors said, “The combined stress from blood loss and shock sent them into organ failure.” You had watched in sick fascination as you were placed on life support, a machine keeping your heart beating and lungs breathing. For the past 3 days you had sat with Ghost, watching your chest rise and fall and rise and fall in a rhythmic motion.
“Listen, Y/N. I’m not- I’m not big on…on words.” He shifted slightly, “but the doctor said talking is supposed to help you. I don’t bloody know how, but I said I would give it a try. I-” He paused, fidgeting with his gloves, “-I don’t-” He paused again, thinking, “-I’m sorry.” He finally managed to get out.
“About everything. You should never have been on the bloody mission, but when Price said we were working with another team, I jumped at the chance to work with you.” He paused, taking a steadying breath, “Which is stupid, considering I haven’t been able to say ‘I love you’ to your face.”
“And I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry that I never say ‘I love you’, that I’m never affectionate in public, that I don’t compliment you like I should. I'm sorry that I’m such a fucking bastard all the time.” Now that he’s started talking, it's almost like he can’t stop. It feels like you are watching a train that you know is going to crash, and you can’t stop it, but you can’t look away either.
“I’m sor-” His breath catches, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry that you got shot. I’m sorry, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry. I swear, I swear, if you wake up, I will spend every waking moment making it up to you. I will do whatever you want just-” He pauses, hands trembling, “-just please wake up.”
“Please don’t.” You whisper, “Please don’t do this to yourself.” You wrap your spectral arms around him, nestling your chin on his head, trying to provide comfort that neither of you can feel.
He hasn’t left your bedside in 5 days, despite urging from Soap, Price, and even Gaz.
“I’m not leaving them alone. What if their heart gives out for good and I’m not there?” Had been his response every time someone tried to get him to leave. The doctors had only made his stubbornness worse.
“If they can’t breathe on their own, then there is no hope of recovery. We are going to take them off the ventilator tomorrow and put them on a cannula, but if their lungs can inflate on their own, we may have to pull the plug.” The doctor had told Ghost yesterday, face full of sympathy. So now you stood by your bedside, hand on Ghost's back, watching the nurses take you off the ventilator.
It is equal parts disgusting and fascinating, watching them pull the tube from your throat. Disgusting, because they were pulling a tube from your throat, and fascinating, because, well, there was a tube being pulled from your throat.
Almost immediately the tightness is back, squeezing like a vice. It is different this time. The world around you fades, and the voices come back, soft and inviting.
“Come home.” The whisper to you.
Breathe, c’mon you can do this
“We miss you.”
Please Y/N
The air is warm and comfortable, the scent of your childhood home filing the room.
Breathe please, I’m begging you dove
“Come ooooon Y/N!” The voice of your best friend echoes in your ears, drowning out the rest of the world. You reach for him, wanting to join, but something stops you.
BREATHE Y/N
“It's not your time.” Your teammate whispers to you, her hand pushing you back to safety, just like she did the night she died. There is one high-pitched, steady beep in the back of your mind.
Please, Y/N Please!
“Go back.” She says. She shoves you harder and suddenly you are back in the hospital. Ghost is crying, actually crying, and the nurses and doctors are frantically trying to get you to breathe. Your heart monitor is one long, steady line.
“Go back.” She says again to you. She shoves you one more time and everything goes dark.
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Goddamn Unspoken love tugged my heart
Would love to see a pt.2 where Konig comes in to tell her he loves her too after finding out she was hurt
Not sure how it will turn out but feel free to ignore this 🫣
Spoken Happiness | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader |
A/N: This is the second part to Unspoken Love :))
Chapter Summary: Before a new chapter begins, you must finish the last.
Warnings: cursing, fluff, NSFW topics, mentions of, death, and violence, making out
Word Count: 668
You kneel between Simons legs and carefully thread the needle, your fingers steady as you work to stitch up the cut above Simon eyebrow.
He sits on the edge of the bed and you can feel his piercing gaze on you as you work, but you try to ignore it, not wanting to mess up and accidentally poke him in the eye.
As you stitch, memories flood your mind of the moments leading up to this point. You can’t help but feel guilty that he took a bullet for you. Who wouldn’t?
You glance up at Simon and catch his eye. The intensity of his gaze takes your breath away, and you feel your cheeks heat up under his scrutiny.
You look away quickly, trying to focus on your work once again. But the silence between you is comfortable, deep down you feel like this is where you belong.
Finally, Simon speaks up, his voice low and husky.
"You're the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, you kill me.” Without thinking, you lean forward and press your lips to his.
He responds eagerly yet gently, his hands finding their way to your waist as he deepens the kiss. You feel a shiver run down your spine as his lips move against yours, his touch igniting a fire within you.
When you finally pull away, both of you panting softly for breath, Simon looks at you with a mixture of admiration and desire.
You lean in towards him again lips again just barely almost touching, “I love you, Simon.” Your words come out as a whisper against his lips, like a sweet prayer only for his ears.
In the buzz of the moment you forget about the world outside his room. Resting your head against his forehead you decide it’s probably best to show your face to the team before they start to get suspicious. “I should go out there.” You say, not wanting to leave his space.
You finish up the stitching, the silence between you now content. He gives a kiss to the top of your head, impossible to even think of getting enough of you. “You should take it easy, Y/N.” He says, as you reach the door to leave.
“You just got shot in the gut Si, and you’re worrying about a cut on my thigh.” You answer, raising an eyebrow of concern.
“Like I said, you kill me.”
Coming out of the room you catch Konïg in your peripheral vision. His face still covered and his gear intact, he stands in the main hall cleaning off a gun of his.
His eyes dart between You and the door you had just come out of. “You feeling okay, Maus?” He questions, looking you over for any broken bones or scratches but the only bandage you have is hidden under your lounge pants.
“Yes i’m okay. Konïg listen I-“ You start to explain your feelings when he puts up a soft hand.
“You were the first person he asked about on the Evac.” Your heart pings hearing his words. You never intended to hurt a man like him, he had just been caught in the crossfire. “I see the way he looks at you, Y/N. I wouldn’t live with myself If i stopped you from being happy.”
You feel a weight lift off your shoulders at Konïg's words, grateful for his understanding. “Thank you, Ko. I mean it.” You smile, getting a nod of solitude in return.
“Go rest Maus, we all need you back on the team in tip top shape.” He explains, his voice kind.
Finding yourself back in your room for the first time since yesterday, feels like a whole new world. You make your way to the bed and lay down on the covers, feeling the exhaustion of the past day finally catching up with you.
Closing your eyes, you let out a deep breath, and allow yourself to drift off to sleep, your mind keeping stuck on one thing; Simon.
A/N: Soft!Simon is quite literally the best thing to ever happen
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Hey, first of all I love your writings and your way of telling Storys. And secondly could u write a oneshot wit Alejandro x reader (y/n) when they are on a mission to locate a human target so the bomb team can drop a missile on them. The problem is that they are not gonna make it out of the area where the bomb is gonna hit. So they are gonna spend their last minutes together
i haven't really done angst yet!! i love it <3
tw: death
The two of you knew that there was a possibility that you wouldn't make it out. you came to terms with it, but Alejandro was trying to remain optimistic. "You see, preciosa, after this, we should run away together." he shouted over the loud whirling of the helicopter blades.
You rolled your eyes as you jumped in, "and where would we run off to?" Alejandro got in after you, closing the door and putting his headset on so the two of you could hear each other. "I have a safe house. We could get married and you would look just...divina...pregnant." Alejandro laughed. "In your dreams, Colonel."
The mission had gone sideways. Alejandro had gotten shot and was bleeding out very quickly. You were struggling to drag him to the evac site when you heard Price over the comms. "(Y/N)! There's a missile. We managed to hack into it, but we have to redirect it somewhere. What do you see?" You surveyed the area around you. The town had been evacuated due to the ongoing war so the likelihood of innocents were slim to none. "The town. Place it here. I see a building and I'm hoping it's far away enough." Your voice was rough as you pulled Alejandro towards the building that you saw. It looked empty, but you made quick work to take out the few enemies that remained.
"Mi amor. You and I both know this won't be far away enough." Alejandro groaned as you placed him against a stack of boxes in the building. "Don't say that. I can't carry you further out. This is our best bet." Your back was turned away as you grabbed blankets to try and shield you two the best you could. "He's right, (Y/N). You two are too close to the blas-" You were quick to cut Price off.
"You two stop. I am not leaving him here. We will be just fine." You were in denial. You thought you had come to terms with what faced you ahead, but now that it was happening, you panicked. Alejandro reached out for you. "C'mere. Need you with me. Don't reject a dying man's wish." You finally faced him with glossy eyes, moving to sit beside him. "Going dark, Captain. Was a pleasure from both of us." Alejandro coughed into his comms before during his off. You reached down, going to do the same. "Love you Price. I'm sorry. Going dark." You waited for his response.
"We thank you for service you two. I love you kid. Rest easy." You could tell by his voice that your captain was crying. You turned your comms off and leaned your head against Alejandro's shoulder. "Can we still run away together?" You asked quietly, causing the man to chuckle. "Anything you want. I'd pay for everything."
You giggled and looked up at him. "I'm sorry for never actually going on a date with you. I did want to." Alejandro reached up and placed his thumb on your chin. "It's okay, mi corazón. I flirted enough with you to last you three lifetimes." You two tearfully laughed, resting your foreheads against each other.
"Do you think the missile will kill me or the gun shot?" Alejandro asked, wincing in pain. You looked down at his stomach, seeing that his shirt was getting more and more red. "I don't know, but don't die before me. I can't live a second without you." You felt your body start to panic, desperately grabbing at his shirt. "Mi corazón, breath for me." Alejandro soothed you, kissing your forehead. "I promise you I will find you in the next lifetime. Nothing will keep me from you." You looked up at him, eyes full of tears. You felt the ground start to rumble and your body sent you into a panic attack.
Not wanting to waste another moment, you pulled Alejandro close and connect your lips. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you back with the same level of desperation and pain. The kiss last 30 seconds as the missile hit the two and destroyed the building you two occupied, killing the two of you instantly.
The next morning, Price and the rest of 141 went to find your bodies. They wanted something to burry at least. Price had shut down, loosing the only person he considered his next of kin; his baby, his child. You were his kid, not genetically, but metaphorically. He wanted to burry you and Alejandro. All they could find were your dog tags and your guns, so Price kept both your dog tags. He didn't want to separate you two.
The funeral the group had for the two of you was emotional. They had it at Alejandro's ranch and Price burred your guns. He continued to wear your tags and kept Alejandro's in his pocket, always near by. He blamed himself for not being there to protect the two of you, but knew that you died in Alejandro's arms. At least you weren't alone.
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Mr Tough Exterior
Library
Captain Price x Fem Reader
Warnings: mature language, Fluff and just reader being a bitch to men (you go sis)
*Readers callsign is Bishop*
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You stood towards the back as Price filled the squad in on what had to be done since the reinforcements were cut off for now. You loved how he spoke, with authority and the deep gruff voice due to his addiction to his cigars. Soap had teased you along with Gaz as it was obvious there was something between the two of you.
“Is he this strict in the bedroom?” Soap chuckles
The slap echoed in the room, causing everyone to look at you while Gaz tried so hard not to laugh.
“Can you leave her alone, you muppet.” Price was irritated from being cut off on important supplies.
“Bishop, you’re with Gaz and I” Price nods
You grab your gun and follow but not before flipping off Soap who was stuck with Ghost.
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As Gaz had started setting up for the night, Price joined you on the roof of the old farmhouse you found.
“You ok, darling?”
“Just worried.” You smile
“What about?”
“Well we haven’t heard anything from Soap. Thinking Ghost finally had enough and killed him” you chuckle
“Serves the muppet right.” Price smirks before lighting a cigar and continues the conversation.
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Beginning the slow descent into madness as this mission continues to drag out, Price grew angrier the longer the supplies and men were being cut off by the enemy. After you regroup with Soap and Ghost, Price began to loose it even more.
“Bloody bastards are stretching us thinner than possible. Soon we will have no choice but to call for evac and that’s if we can even get that.” Price huffs
“Are you willing to hear someone’s opinion?” You ask
“Go ahead, Bishop” he groans
“Sir, I think it’s best we retreat and regroup. That way we can be better prepared for this next battle. You said it yourself, they’re stretching us thinner. It’s not fair to make these men work harder than they already have.” You sigh
“Well aren’t you just full of good ideas, Bishop. Please enlighten me on how you think we can regroup when we are cut off?” He hisses
“I’ve had some scouts inform me there’s a bridge at least a hundred clicks from us now. They use it as a main transport for their military and exporting civilians. You’d know that if you bothered to look at anything but the ground in defeat” you fire right back
Soap let’s out a whistle as he watches someone challenge the captain’s authority. Ghost wouldn’t admit it, but he was mentally betting on you in this argument. Seeing Mr tough exterior crumble when the right storm came through was very interesting to the others.
Price huffs and stares as you continue your lecture.
“There’s an old military garage at least thirty clicks away, I’ve gotten a good look and there’s military vehicles in there. We take one, blend in and cross that bridge, we take a few turns after crossing it and we should connect with our stranded boys” you finish.
“How’d you figure this out?” Gaz asks
“Remember all those times you guys yelled at me for looking at a map? Well I was planning routes incase something like this happened. So in other words, I was doing my job. Can you boys say the same?” You ask full of fury.
“Only partly.” Soap sighs
“Well I suggest you get some rest, it’s a long trek and it’s better to do this at night rather than in broad daylight.” You shrug
“I know who’s the dominant one in the bedroom” Soap huffs
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Ghost keeps eyes on the surroundings as Gaz and Soap boost you up and through a window before you start sneaking around to a vehicle. Deciding on the small armoured jeep, you begin the hot wire process. Unlocking the one side door, you guys begin to push the vehicle out so it doesn’t echo in the almost empty building. Better to play it safe instead of it alerting potential visitors.
Gaz jumped in the drivers seat and Price in the passenger seat, unfortunately there wasn’t much room in the back seat with two big men taking up like the whole thing. As you begin the crossover the bridge, you discreetly pull out a smaller version of the main map and guide Gaz over the bridge and down back roads.
“It should just be up here” you say and Gaz gives you a small nod in the mirror. Price smiles as he sees the familiar uniforms and takes a deep breath.
“Well done, Bishop. I should listen to you more” Price chuckles
“You really should sir. I’m more than a pretty face.” You reply
“Had it been me, I would’ve been demoted and dumped in a ditch” Soap huffs
“I’ll let you pick out your desired ditch” Price says as he lights a cigar.
“Thank you, sir.”
Price pulls you closer to him and allows you to take a hit from his cigar before handing it back.
“You’ve done more than I ever imagined. Go rest up darling. I’ll need you ready for tomorrow’s planning” he says before giving you a loving kiss
“I sleep better when you’re beside me, John.” You purr
“I’ll be joining you shortly. Just going to see how they’re holding up, then you and I will have some fun” he responds
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Ring.
Masterlist's | Tiktok | AO3
Word Count: 973 Words
Pairing: Ghost x Reader
Summary: In a relationship plagued by lost gifts, a cherished ring slips down the drain, sparking panic. Through a burner phone, separated lovers find solace as omen looms.
T/W: Angst
I lost the ring, and it slipped away down the drain, a tiny glimmer swallowed by darkness. Panic gripped me as I reached futilely for it, my heart pounding in my chest. It wasn't just any ring; it was the solitary token Simon had ever given me, a fragile connection in a history of lost and shattered gifts that seemed to trail behind like a string of omens.
Through the years, a sense of unease had woven itself into my being, a deep-rooted paranoia that gnawed at me whenever I misplaced something dear from those I held close. The ring was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a promise, an emblem of our intertwined hearts. It symbolized his vow to return unscathed from his months-long absences, and mine to hold steadfast and not let worry consume me.
Inexplicably, today was the day it slipped through my grasp, escaping as I washed the dishes. With frantic urgency, I begged a plumber on the other end of the line, imploring them to come soon. As I awaited their arrival, I paced the kitchen restlessly, the walls closing in around me, echoing the turmoil within.
Why now, of all times? Not the promise ring, not when Simon was absent and miles away. Is he safe? Should I call him, burdening him with my anxiety? No, he would hate that, I reasoned, my thoughts a whirlwind. But then, a faint sound, a subtle ring, distinct from my usual ringtone, disrupted my racing mind. It was the tone of my burner phone, a lifeline that Simon and I maintained against all odds.
Simon had always been a stickler about rules, yet this was the one rule he willingly bent, allowing a connection that bound us across distances. A shiver of dread danced along my spine as the significance of this phone call overshadowed my loss of the ring. The ring seemed a distant concern as I lunged toward the living room, vaulting over the couch in my haste to retrieve the burner phone from its secretive spot.
"Hello? Simon?" My voice quivered as I answered, a mix of anticipation in my tone.
"I knew you'd worry when I call this line," his voice floated through the airwaves, a bittersweet comfort that painted a small smile on my lips.
"Love, you wouldn't believe what happened. I was washing the dishes and my ring—"
"I lost the ring," his voice was a soft whisper, a fragile admission that trembled with its weight.
My heart skipped a beat. "You lost your ring?" I whispered, collapsing to the floor as relief mingled with a new kind of sorrow. I could wait for the plumber, my love's voice was enough to soothe my anxious heart. "Yeah, figured you'd be worried. You dropped yours down the sink? Typical of you, darling. I always tell you to remove it when you need to," he groaned out.
A heavy silence settled between us, his normally vibrant voice dimmed. "Are you on a mission?" I asked, my hands trembling without reason.
"Yeah, I've been shot. Waiting for Evac. Five minutes, I'm in the corner of an abandoned classroom," his voice carried an odd calmness, punctuated by the faint rustle of his clothes.
His words hung in the air, leaving me breathless. "You've been shot?" Tears welled up in my eyes, emotions swirling like a storm within me. "Forget the ring, your safety comes first," I sobbed, as if the sheer force of my words could shield him from harm.
The line was quiet, an unsettling calmness that hinted at a temporary respite from danger. "I'll get us new rings, and we can make our vows at the base. Not legally, of course, but—" his chuckle pierced through the uncertainty.
Then, shots erupted in the background, piercing through the connection. Panic swelled within me, the safety of my home feeling suddenly fragile. "Simon? Simon? Are you there?" I screamed into the phone.
A sudden ring at the doorbell yanked my attention away, a jolt of surprise and annoyance. The plumber, perhaps? I opened the door, my thoughts still tethered to the call. "Y/N, I promise you I'll come home. After this mission, I'll come home. If you hear this phone ring again, it won't be me," his voice wavered, bullets ripping through the air in the background.
"Love? Simon?" I murmured, my fingers trembling as the phone slipped from my grasp. Is he alone? Where is his team? The barrage of questions and fears engulfed me, blurring my vision.
"I'll be home soon," his words were final, a declaration that hung in the air for a moment before the line crackled into white noise. Frustration surged within me as I cursed the phone, its limitations mocking my helplessness. I placed it gently on the living room table, wiping away my tears with a trembling hand.
I rose to my feet, robotically leading the plumber to the kitchen, my thoughts locked on the fragile thread of connection I clung to. Should I call him back? Should I demand answers?
The burner phone rang again, its urgency startling me. I snatched it up, my heart racing in my chest. "Hello? Hello, love?"
"Oh, you have a lover? This should be entertaining," a mocking German accent spilled from the other end. My breath caught in my throat, dread pooling like ice within me.
Simon's voice, laced with frustration, echoed through the line. "Idiot, I said don't answer it."
"Simon?" My voice was barely a whisper, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. The weight of the situation pressed down on me like a suffocating embrace.
A sharp gunshot cut through the line, the sound shattering the distance between us. Two shots, like a heart skipping beats. And then, silence. The line went dead.
I’ve been saying hello since then.
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Tim had spent the past decade perfecting his skills in the field. Bruce had made sure of it, even on nights they didn’t patrol – stormy nights were spent practicing first aid, sparring, working on cases. It was annoying at the time, yeah, but right now, Tim had never been so relieved to be able to push aside the panic and fall into those practiced motions.
“Hey, Cookie,” he prompted quietly, as Jasper announced his wakefulness with a groan. “You took a bit of a tumble there.” Jasper didn’t respond, but Tim had expected as much, and busied himself with finding the cut on his head. Jasper’s hair was due another trim – it was just bordering the length he was willing to tolerate before he’d want it gone, and, frankly, Tim wasn’t inclined to repeat the last time Jasper had decided to do away with his hair completely. “Can you open your eyes for me, please?”
Jasper grumbled something unintelligible, but he obediently blinked his eyes open. Tim winced before he could kill the impulse. “Good job, buddy. Can you see my hand?” One vague nod. “Can you see how many fingers I’m holding up?”
Jasper squinted, frowning. “…Three?”
Tim looked at his three fingers, then back at Jasper. “Are you guessing?”
“Is it two?” Jasper asked, somehow less sure than his other answer.
Tim closed his hand. “Cookie, you’ve gotta tell me the truth when you can’t see right. I need to know to check how bad your concussion is.”
“I don’t have a conuss… conco…” Jasper furrowed his brow, then enunciated carefully. “Concussion. ‘M perfectly fine,” he added, staring into a middle distance. “What kinda birds’re those?”
Tim looked over his shoulders. “I think those are leaves.” Jasper blinked slowly, then sighed, going limp once more. “Hey, stay awake, yeah? Evac is still a few minutes out.”
“Who’zat,” Jasper asked. He jerked back from Tim’s continued search for a bump, right over his left temple – yeah, there it was. It was bleeding quite a bit, but not too much compared to what Tim would expect from a head injury. “Stoppit,” he groused.
“No can do,” Tim said. “Who’s who?”
“Ev..ac,” Jasper said, slowly. “Stupid name.”
“Good thing it isn’t one,” Tim said, lightly, though he made sure to take a second look at Jasper’s injury. “It’s short for evacuation. Evacuation, Evac.” Jasper blinked, blankly, then his eyes unfocused and he closed them again. “Cookie?”
“I’m not hungry,” Jasper grumbled.
“That’s your name, silly.” Tim flicked a lock of hair across Jasper’s forehead. “Don’t you remember your name?”
“Jasper,” he responded, quietly.
“And your other name? Field name?” Tim clarified.
“Kookaburra,” Jasper said, louder. He blinked, hard, and looked around properly for the first time since Tim had found him. “Did this place explode?”
“Pretty much,” Tim said. “I mean, they were mostly trying to explode you, but luckily enough, they’ve got shi – sugar aim.”
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Jasper said, poking Tim’s knee. “I’m thirteen, I’m not a baby.”
“You’re my baby, though.” Jasper grumbled something too low for Tim to hear. “Hey, didn’t Turaco mention some new friends? What were their names?” Tim knew their names, of course. How could he not, when Kon’s first – well, second, technically – response to impulsively adopting a kid was to call him? Speaking of impulses, too –
“They’re nice,” Jasper said, interrupting Tim’s thoughts. “Vivace, and, um, Sunbeam.” Jasper frowned. “Can I just say their names?”
Tim looked around, but the site was just as empty as it had been. “Can’t see why not.”
Jasper nodded happily, then paused. “What am I saying about them?”
“Whatever comes to mind,” Tim said, pressing gently along Jasper’s ribs. “Is it just your head that’s hurt?”
“Think so,” Jasper muttered. “Everything’s kinda fuzzy,” he added, scrunching his nose.
“That’s normal. It should pass soon, but if it doesn’t, tell me.” Tim found a tear in the suit, and hummed in time with Jasper. “Anyways, Vivace and Sunbeam?”
“Yeah,” Jasper said, eyes drooping. “Vivace – Vivian, she’s, well. It’s not that she’s not nice, but she’s… a lot. Kinda gives me a headache when she like… does the, the shaky thing…” Jasper made a vague gesture with his hand. “Vibrating. That thing. Other than that she’s pretty chill.” He made a choked sound when Tim checked his right wrist - didn’t seem broken, but maybe sprained. “Mi-sun kinda scares me.”
“Why’s that?” Tim pulled a simple hand brace from his belt. He was as gentle as he could be while pulling Jasper’s glove off, but it still wasn’t entirely painless. “Sorry, sorry.”
“She’s got like… her eyes are just. Sharp.” Jasper eyed the brace warily while Tim secured it. “Kioni said she had kryptonite in her heart. That’s freaky.”
“We know plenty of freaky people,” Tim hummed, “I’m sure there’s worse.”
“Like what?”
Tim leaned back on his heels, and began counting on his fingers. “Plastic Man, the Question, Metallo… that’s not even considering villains, and really, that’s where things get weird.”
“I don’t know who they are,” Jasper grumbled. “So your point is moot.”
“Fair point,” Tim relented. “Still, if this is a fear of the unknown and unnatural, then maybe getting to know her more could be good.”
“Maybe.”
Tim’s wrist communicator beeped – Steph was almost there with Redbird, and Tim sincerely hoped she’d enjoyed riding it over, because he was not going to be trusting her behind the wheel again once Jasper was safe at home. He’s seen what she’s done to the Batmobile.
“Just a little longer,” he said to Jasper. “Spoiler’s on her way.”
Jasper hummed and relaxed, eyes sliding closed again. “Do I still have to go to tutoring tomorrow?”
“Nah,” Tim said, ruffling his hair, careful of the wound. “I’m not really one for cruel and unusual punishment.”
“Coulda fooled me.” Jasper made a half-hearted show of offence as Tim fixed his hair again. “Why’d you bother messing it up if you’re just gonna put it back to how it was?”
Tim didn’t bother answering. Redbird swerved into view – if she’s scratched, it’d be coming out of Steph’s next paycheck – and came to an abrupt stop only a few feet away from them. Steph hopped out.
“How’s my favourite nephew holding up?”
“Don’t let Pitohui hear you say that,” Tim said, already adjusting his hold on Jasper’s shoulders. “Concussion, maybe a broken wrist. Other than that it’s just bruises and scrapes.”
“I can walk by myself,” Jasper insisted, pulling out of Tim’s grip. Tim let him. His ankles weren’t hurt – the concussion might affect his coordination, but Tim was only backing off, not leaving him completely. He’d be able to intervene if Jasper really couldn’t make the short distance to the car.
The ride home wasn’t particularly noteworthy. Tim sent Steph to the backseat – only successful because she could then sit with Jasper and complain about Tim – and Jasper mostly dozed, especially once the painkillers kicked in. Jasper had incredible tolerances to many things, but over the counter medicines? Not one of them.
Later, once Steph was dropped home, and Tim was pulling into the Nest, he’d carry Jasper upstairs and help him change into the Nightwing pyjamas Dick had bought as a joke. He’d help him brush his teeth, would double check his bandages, and tuck him into bed.
He’d sit there for just five extra minutes, until Jasper was definitely deep asleep. He still had plenty to do – more kids on patrol, paired up with other vigilantes for the night, school lunches to prepare so tomorrow morning won’t be a total nightmare, making sure Veda actually was where she said she was and not in space with the Titans again. But for five minutes, he could be here.
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First Meetings
Simon "Ghost" Riley & Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Mentions of Injury/Blood, Bit of Angst, Happy Ending
"You remember the first time we met?"
The question breaks Ghost out of the spiral he was falling headfirst into. "Do I what?"
"Remember the first time we met," Gaz repeats. "It was the first day when we were all at the same base. Price and I dropped in an hour early." He swallows harshly around his words. "We figured we'd be the first ones there, gave us plenty of time to get settled in before the rest of the task force showed up."
Ghost scrunches his nose in frustration. "Kyle, is now really the time fo-"
"But we get there, and we find that there you were, dropped off at God knows what hour and waiting at the sidelines for somebody to come and get you. Looking like a lost kid on the first day of school," Gaz glances back over his shoulder and smirks at Ghost. "Not that you'd ever admit that."
Ghost scoffs, reaching behind him to grab more tape to wrap the bandages up with. "That's cause I wasn't lost. Was just waiting on one of the useless lackeys to tell me where my bloody quarters were."
He takes one more glance over the supplies laid out on the table, running through the checklist ingrained in his head before getting to work. Luckily, it seemed like the bullet hadn't hit anything severe, just nipping his right shoulder and passing through the other side.
It still seemed like it took a lot out of the sergeant. Med evac not an option as they were waist deep in hostile territory, all they could do for the time being was wrap him up to slow the bleeding and push on. With them finally in the safe house, all the fight and adrenaline leaving his body left Gaz looking more haggard by the minute.
"You know it's rather funny," Gaz continues, "when the Cap'n told me to keep an open mind when meeting you guys, I figured he was going on about harsh personalities and butting heads. Imagine my surprise when we enter the complex, and he introduces me to a towering lieutenant with a skull for a face."
"What, costume-making not a part of your manual?" Ghost fires back.
Gaz snickers. "No. But then again, none of the other shit we deal with is either now is it," he winces under his breath as Ghost applies pressure to the wound. "I still remember our first actual conversation. It was late at night, I couldn't sleep, first day nerves and all, and I figured a late night jog might tire me out. 'Remember this nagging feeling, like something was watching me from the shadows. I get myself so worked up over it that by the time I'm making my way back around to the barracks and I spot that skull watching me in the dark, I bloody screamed!" Gaz laughs, "the sorriest fuckin' scream, you 'member that?"
Ghost hums along to the story, his majority of his focus on patching up Gaz adequately enough until he can get him proper medical treatment. He should be fine, really. He's seen plenty of soldiers make it out of the battlefield with far, far worse. But he still can't shake the feeling of unease that sits in his stomach, his hands trembling as he wraps the bandage around his shoulder.
Maybe it's because he partially blames himself for Gaz getting hurt. Maybe he should've taken the lead down that alleyway, double-checking their six for the both of them like he should have done. Maybe he made the wrong call, a minor slip up that now resulted in his comrade, the rock that held the 141 together, slowly bleeding out in a rickety chair some miles out from the nearest hospital.
"Ghost? You still with us?"
"Right, yeah. Solid. Continue," Ghost startles.
"I asked you a question, mate! I'll take the lack of response as a 'no' then." Ghost eyes him quizzically, and Gaz clicks his tongue before explaining. "Was asking you if you were ever going to quit smoking, eh? Go full cold turkey?"
Oh great, this again. At least Gaz isn't as hounding on him about the matter as Laswell is. "Same answer as before, if I make it to retirement. Why bring it up now?"
"It's one of the first things we talked over," Gaz shrugs, or rather, tries to shrug. "I asked what on bloody Earth you were doing, stalking around the place like a damn ghoul. You didn't say much, just offered me a cigarette to make up for being a damn creep."
"That's right," Ghost reminisces. "You turned me down. Said that out of everything out here, the last thing that was going to kill you would be a nicotine addiction." He laughs bitterly. The joke hits a little too close to home now with the circumstances they're in.
"Yeah, and you told me you didn't want to share anyway… you really know how to make a first impression, don't you?" Gaz absentmindedly rubs at his shoulder while the bandages are applied to his wound.
It's not perfect, but it should hold him over until exfil can get them outta here. It better, at least. Ghost's eyes trace over the trail of blood leading from the doorway over to the table they're sat at. He notices how his hands shake as he wraps the tape around the bandage, and he has to take a deep, steadying breath. He chastises himself for letting his emotions get the best of him now.
"I'll tell you, I'll never forget my first impression of you that day. Here I thought you might be cold, standoffish, and distant, which you can be," he tosses a smirk back at Ghost. "But that night, after an hour of chatting over the horrid smell of smoke you left, I remember seeing just a little bit of that shell of yours crack… and seeing a little bit of the man you really were sneak out from behind that mask. You remember what we talked about?"
Of course he did. He recalls so clearly how laid bare and afraid he had been that first day. Still remembers the trepidation and fear he felt at having to expose himself, leave himself vulnerable under the snare of a new team.
"You asked me if I could really trust you," Gaz continued. "Big, domineering guy with a fucking face mask and all. And I said yeah, I would. If Price chose you, then knew I could trust you… And that was the first time I saw that wall you built to protect yourself come down for just a second."
Ghost swallows harshly. God, he's fucked up big time. He let one of the few people he loves, one of the few people who truly sees him for who he is, get hurt.
Gaz slowly turns around in the chair to face Ghost now, leaning against the table for support. "I meant it then, and I mean it now Simon. Don't think that this-" he gestures to the wound "-changes anything. I know you've got my back, and I've got yours. On and off field. For life mate."
He bumps Ghost's shoulder with his uninjured arm. "So quit you're bloody sulking, Simon. I'm going to be fine, it barely grazed my shoulder. Sides, I've dealt with far worse," he fixes him with a cheeky grin. "I swear I can still feel the pain in my back some days from that damned helicopter rope."
Ghost has to take a second to look away from that blinding smile on his face. Fuck if those sincere words were actually getting to him a little bit. It was probably just what Ghost needed to hear, though he'd hate to admit. He still felt some responsibility for the situation, but the honesty did help to curb some of the shuddering and self loathing still running through him.
Always the levelheaded one of the group, somehow Gaz always knew the way to ground everyone back to reality.
Ghost turns back to him. "Yeah…you're probably right. That back's going to give out on you years ahead of Price, I'll bet."
Gaz chortles softly, the edges of his eyes wrinkle beautifully. "Oh, I'm sure you'd love to see it. Just dying for your biggest completion on the task force to get knocked down a peg, are you?"
"Course not, if you go down then that'd just leave me with Soap!"
The two men let out their own broken laughs then. Ghost's comes out harshly and Gaz's comes out clipped, sounding exhausted as he winces toward the end.
"Thanks for humoring me with the story, Simon… You did good…." His head starts dipping lower onto the table. "Fucking hell, I'm getting tired.."
"Keep upright, Sergeant," Ghost barks. "Need to see that you make it to evac." As his head dips lower, Ghost harshly slaps at Gaz's cheek.
He jumps back up for a moment in the chair. "S-sorry! Sorry! Fuck, I'm just bloody tired."
"I know. Just keep upright Gaz, you'll get to rest later." Ghost speaks softly, trying to keep the worry out of his voice.
"Gaz, stay upright," he says louder a few minutes later.
"Gaz! That's an order!"
"Kyle!"
……….
"Doctor, he's not going to make it! He's lost so much blood. It's only a matter of time befo-"
"I'm not giving up on him yet, Grace! Richard! Prep trauma! We'll be cutting it close, but if we can stabilize him enough to-"
*Click*
"-ith of the spotted cubs along the ice shelf. He hurriedly hops along the snowy tundra… just behind his brothers and sisters back to their mother."
Yeah, that's much better.
Gaz relaxes back into the hospital bed, throwing the remote to the side and reaching over to dig out the pudding cup Price stashed for him later. He breaks the seal on the plastic cover and digs in while a sea lion cub cuddles into its mother's side for warmth. He sighs into the first chocolaty mouthful. It was the cheap, rubbish kind, but God did it hit the spot after the last couple of days he's had.
It killed him to be stuck here one more night. The clinical tang of hospitals and the unease that hang in the air always put Gaz on edge. There wasn't much he could do while he waited either. There were only so many hours of sleep he could do in the day to pass the time, and his team had all been called away by work today.
The task force visited him when they could, all three being the first thing he saw when he woke up after his procedures. Since then, they've popped in here and there, helping him pass the time by talking or playing cards late into the night.
Well, all of them except Ghost. The lieutenant still hadn't been down since that first day. Not that Gaz held him to it or anything though. He's sure he's been busy with all kinds of tasks and debriefings back at base. And if he really gave it some thought, Gaz had a sneaking suspicion that Ghost still felt some responsibility for what had happened, and was avoiding Gaz because of it.
Bloody drama queen.
He's the reason he's still here in the bloody first place! Ghost had his six the entire way through, kept the hostiles at bay and guided them out of the damn city. That patch up at the safehouse giving him just enough time to make it out until he got help. Hell, he even resuscitated Gaz when he went under for a brief moment.
How one of the top SAS soldiers in the field and one of the deadliest soldiers in the world could be such an oblivious fool is beyond him. Gaz set the empty container on the end table. Well, there's no sense in stressing over it now. He'll just have to pull him to the side when he gets back to base and have a heart-to-heart. Maybe thanking him for keeping him alive will be enough to snap him out of it.
A few more hours of flipping through channels later, and Gaz figures it's about time he try and get some shut-eye. The lights are all dimmed down by now, and only the beeping of machines and the occasional shuffle of a nurse outside are the only sounds left in the hall.
Gaz is just feeling the edges of sleep take over him when suddenly the door to his unit creaks open.
He stifles a groan rising in his throat and opts to definitely keep his back turned away from the door and feign sleep. Who on Earth would be bothering him at this hour?
Several beats of silence pass, and Gaz starts to wonder if he made up the whole thing before the slow creak of the door closing echoes in the room.
His guest stands still for a moment before stepping lightly to one of the chairs in the corner and sitting down directly behind him.
Greaat. He's got a damn serial killer watching over him while he sleeps now. Gaz is halfway through debating if he should act on instinct and call for someone, but then a voice disrupts his thinking.
"I do remember that first day."
Gaz opens his eyes. Ghost?
"You asked if I remembered the first day we met." He hears him shuffle in his seat. "I remember everything about that day."
"I was a Ghost. More so than just the namesake. Deployed wherever they needed me by whoever without a care in the world. And I preferred it that way, no being tied down, no broken promises and false hopes, and definitely no growing close with anyone." Gaz hears him laugh dryly. "Quite the way to live, isn't it?"
Gaz doesn't respond. He weighs his options, letting him continue while Gaz fakes being asleep feels like a bit of an intrusion, but this is also one of the few times Ghost has opened up to him like this. Gaz decides he doesn't want to break the spell.
"So it was no surprise to me when, the heads in charge essentially jumped at the chance to hand me off to some new captain and rid their hands clean of me. That's how I found myself dropped off hours before anyone else, left to sit on the sidelines until my new orders came in… And no, I really wasn't lost. My people didn't bother to send in the right paperwork, so I was left waiting for Price to clear the issue. Bet you feel bad now, you arsehole," Gaz feels Ghost lightly kick the bed-end with his foot.
Okay. Yeah, he did actually feel bad now for that jab earlier.
"I got told the same spiel about 'butting heads' and other crap, but Price gave me a little ribbing as well. He said 'Now Simon, I want you to know these are good people I've chosen to join the task force.'-" Ghost mimics the Captain's gruff voice. "-'I trust these men with my life, including you. Now I won't ask too much of you, but I want you to know that they have my seal of approval, and it is my hope that you can maybe gain learn something from working with this crew.' One thing I learned so far is that the Scottish are shit at making a cup'a tea."
Gaz nearly breaks his composure at that comment, all of his military training coming in clutch to keep from laughing.
"I do remember our first handshake. I still held the belief that I'd be sent off to some shithole somewhere by myself again, so I didn't bother much with formalities. Still though, you and Soap, you guys had every right to be put off by my demeanor those first few days. But you both met me with the warmest eyes regardless, like a couple of sappy dogs you two are."
Well look who's the sappy one over here, waxing poetry over their first few days as a team. Gaz is savoring every second of it though. He knew the man had a caring side to him, and it feels great to be vindicated as Ghost pours his heart out into the dark.
"And how could I forget our first actual conversation?! I'd never forget that squeal you let out when you finally saw me." Ghost chuckles.
Maybe he spoke too soon.
"Okay, but seriously though," Ghost straightens up, "I actually remember our conversation very fondly. I asked you why you were running so late in the middle of the night and you told me how you couldn't sleep. You opened up about all the things eating away at you and all the fears plaguing you, sounded awfully too similar to mine. And I gave you some advice of my own, which you happily accepted… all except the cigarette. Speaking of which, I could really fucking go for right now, but I won't, just this once for you. Hope you're happy."
Gaz accepts the small victory. He'll take them where he gets them.
"But yeah, I still remember all the stories you told me. Your journey and how you got onto the taskforce, what you hoped to find under Price's command, and how you thought you'd found it… I didn't open up much to you that night. Couldn't. But I want you to know that that back and forth with you, was some of the first /real/ banter I'd had with someone in what felt like years."
There's a long pause as Ghost gathers his thoughts. "You know I um- I think after everything that happened to me all those years ago, -well not think, I know- I know that it takes a lot for me to put my faith in other people. To feel confident enough to let that shell a'mine come down. And joining the 141, fucking hell, everything was screaming at me not to. Yelling at me that it would all just happen all over again or that-" Ghost's voice falters. "Joining the 141, it was my first time in a long while in a more permanent team. It was my biggest fear, taking the chance on someone new. I had to spend months relearning how to trust a people again… But you made it easier."
Gaz feels a pang in his chest. He's glad he's turned away from Ghost at this moment, he wouldn't really know what to say. He blinks a slight bit of wetness away from his eyes.
"That night, conversation with you just flowed so easily. I wasn't sure if I was capable of having a heart-to-heart to someone with someone anymore, but we did. And when you answered that you trusted me after all that, I think I realized that maybe I could eventually let my guard down. Fix that broken patch in my psyche and learn to trust people wholeheartedly again."
Gaz is at a loss for words. All he can think of is that it's been an honor to be a part of the remedy that helped Simon Riley come back to the world of the living.
"Anyways, all this to say that maybe you caught on that I was a kicking myself over what transpired. And you're right, it happens all the time with no warning for guys like us, you know, I just- -It still kills me to see you guys, any of you guys injured under my watch."
Gaz feels Ghost's hand, his ungloved hand, pat his side. "You all are good men. Some of the best men I've come to know. You guys took me, me in, of all people, and showed me what trust looked like again. You all deserve to see to the end of this taskforce and to see your... your sappy fucking sunsets on your bloody porch swings while you're old and graying." Oh God, did he hear Ghost just sniffle? "So maybe the other day I worried that that would get taken from you and I got scared. Doesn't matter anyway though, does it? You're here in one piece, and I was worrying my arse off for nothing. It's good to see you healthy again Sergeant, rest easy mate."
Ghost gently bumps his fist on Gaz's side again before turning away. Gaz almost wants to let him walk out of the room, but part of him feels as if he has to say something to the bloke after all of that heartfelt confession. Maybe some of Soap's eccentricities are starting to rub off on him.
"That was beautiful Simon," he says simply.
And yeah, it's a little evil after the speech that was just said, but flipping over and seeing that 'deer caught in the headlights' look on Ghost's face is still priceless.
"Fuuucking Hell, were you listening the whole time you daft bastard?!"
"'Fraid so sir."
"Right, well- -you've heard enough then, haven't you?" Ghost glares at Gaz, somehow it doesn't hold as much weight as it usually does. "Get some rest then, and heal up good. Cause the next time a bullet hits you, I'm letting you bleed out."
Ghost just about stomps to the door, but before he can slam it shut Gaz calls out to him. "Ay Simon!"
That skull mask peaks around the doorway.
"I'm glad you trust us. And I'm glad you're on the force, wouldn't want it without ya."
It's dark, so it's hard to tell, but it seems like the scowl behind the mask softens just the slightest bit.
"You too. Night Kyle."
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Little drabble I did for the GhostGazWeek happening on Twitter. Prompt was for First Meetings.
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Forever Enduring - Konig x Ghost [NSFW]
König is a dangerous man in general but is unrelenting when it relates to Ghost being hurt. No one but him can do that.
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Konig always sees Ghost off before he goes on a mission. Hoping to wish him well and have one final talk with him. Especially as this would be a solo mission, with only Ghost going in, with a pilot and medic on standby for evac.
Konig had pulled Ghost aside just before leaving. The lieutenant was fully dressed for combat, the tactical gear making his already large, muscular frame all the more pronounced. Konig hoped it would be enough to protect him.
He had him close, looking down into those calm, warm brown eyes.
“You better come back alive,” Konig said, voice calm, not a single inflection of his usual anxiety.
“And what if I don’t?” Ghost asked casually.
Not even flinching when Konig’s large hand cupped the side of his neck and forced him to lift his head to look solely on his veiled face.
Konig’s eyes were a chilling blue-white, pupils dilated as he spoke under his mask. “You won’t. Or I’ll hunt them down and make them pay.” His tone was deadly, dripping with violence. “You promised, only get to kill you.”
Konig felt Ghost’s Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and his shoulders rise in heavy breaths through the slight squeeze at his neck.
“Ghost!” A voice called over from his shoulder. Captain Price was waiting by the chopper. “Time to roll out!”
Konig let Ghost go then, watching mournfully as he went to climb up. Feeling a twinge of satisfaction as he notice Ghost look back to him as he flew off.
. . .
Konig dropped whatever he was doing immediately when he heard about Ghost’s imminent return. Taking quick, giant steps to the helipad to welcome his lieutenant’s arrival. The other soldiers on the tarmac watched but did not approach, knowing full well why he was there.
Konig breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ghost stepping out of the chopper looking unharmed and walking fine. But as he got closer, however, Konig noticed the blood.
A small stain of red on his outer, upper left arm. And Konig felt fury burn in his gut and Ghost could see it. The medic was about to approach him but the lieutenant waved them off with a hand before approaching Konig. Not seeming at all afraid at the look of anger in the Austrian’s eyes.
“What happened?” Konig asked, voice strained from holding back rage.
“Just a bullet graze, enemy snuck around and surprised me. He had rubbish aim though.”
Konig felt his jaw clench as he lifted a hand to the wound. He could see the white gauze beneath the ripped cloth, it appeared to merely be a flesh wound and would easily heal to barely a mark. And yet, Konig’s temper did not cool.
Konig grabbed him by the arm and was forcefully dragging Ghost away. Leading him off until he found a vacant briefing room nearby and went in. Letting go of Ghost’s arm to close and lock the door before rounding on him.
“Are you going to tell me what this temper tantrum is about?” Ghost asked gruffly, leaning against one of the tables and crossing his arms. Knowing full well what this was about.
“I told you not to hurt yourself.” Konig hissed, stepping right up into Ghost’s space.
The lieutenant still showed no intimidation from the man towering over him. In fact, he let out a huff, “You’re an idiot if you think I would get out of there unscathed.”
Konig’s anger was tempering but only by a notch. Reaching out, he took a grip on Ghost’s hurt arm. Squeezing at the gauze and the wound protected below.
Konig did not stop even when Ghost hissed, but the superior did not pull away.
“You’re mine. All mine. Only mine.” Konig whispered harshly, pressing hard enough to reopen the wound slightly and allow droplets of blood to soil the gauze. “Only I should be allowed to leave a mark on you.”
Ghost, eyes scrunched slightly from the pain, letting out a huff. “Well, now you’re just being unrealistic.” He was calm apart from a twinge of pain, looking into those eyes unflinchingly. “Go on then. Mark me. Give me a scar I wouldn’t mind seeing.”
“Fine.” Konig only said.
His large hands were quick to remove Ghost’s protective vest and pull his clothes up to reveal his heavily scarred chest. A plethora of burn marks, bullet holes and knife slashes. A mural of all of Ghost’s pain, all on display for only Konig to see.
Konig's hands were shaky at first but soon steadied, touching up Ghost’s chest. He could feel the man breathing, how his breaths became hitched as his hands roamed higher.
He then stepped closer to Ghost, one knee dispensing between Ghost’s and feeling a wriggling of pleasure to already feel a stiffness in his pants. Ghost was almost lying on the table now, with Konig’s gigantic back protecting his naked chest from any prying eyes.
Konig did not even bother to lift the black veil up as he found a spot where the right peck met his shoulder, leaning over and biting into the skin through the bottom of the mask. Face still hidden but his visible eyes closing.
Teeth did not yet pierce the skin, still cautious. Konig let his lips then enclose the same spot and suck, aggravating the skin until he knew it would be a blue-purple welt on his flesh by morning. His tongue then poked out and lapped at it, soothingly. Savouring the taste of dried, salty sweat.
Ghost started moving his hips, grinding down on Konig’s knee between his legs. His breath audible even through the skull mask. Konig could feel the shape becoming more distinct with each thrust.
Konig took to making another mark, at the nape of Ghost’s neck. Colouring the skin with his mouth, teeth and tongue. Konig could not help but kiss and gnaw at the mark, irritating the flesh all the more.
His lieutenant let out a faint whimper, breath hitching at the sensation. His gyrations now becoming more fevered, pretty much humping Konig’s knee at this point.
“I thought . . . Hah- you were going to mark me,” Ghost grumbled, voice breathless. “Those won’t even last a week.” Konig then felt the hand push his head down, “Go on then, take a bite.”
Konig faltered only for a moment, giving Ghost a second to change his mind. But he didn’t, his breaths still harsh in Konig’s ear and his hips still grinding, seeking whatever friction he could find.
He took to the soft plush skin of his peck, a few centimetres up from a perked nipple that Konig knew to have a taste of next. As if in warning he lapped at the skin, anticipation stealing Ghost’s breath before Konig opened his mouth and bit.
Teeth pressed through flesh until he tasted iron on his tongue, droplets warming the inside of his mouth. Konig let out a soft moan at the bliss of it, only being drowned out by Ghost’s.
Konig had a feeling Ghost was inching closer to his end, wanting nothing more than to see Ghost cum. So taken by Konig’s teeth indents being left in his flesh forever more.
Pulling away the open bite marks in his flesh still wept crimson. Konig not helping but leaning down to lap at them with his tongue. Relishing the mixture of sweat and blood like the finest concoction.
The lieutenant’s hips were stuttering, faltering. The hand on Konig’s head squeezed and tugged at the fabric at the back of his head. His breath hitched harsher and harsher until, for just a moment, they stopped. And with a great gasp of air Ghost finished right then and there. Cumming into his pants atop a table with only Konig’s eyes to see.
Konig gave Ghost time to settle before sitting up, a pooling sense of satisfaction seeing the darkened fabric of the crotch of Ghost's pants - not to mention Konig's own.
Afterwards, with Ghost’s wounds - both old and fresh - were bandaged and covered. Ghost could not help but admit, “Maybe I should get hurt more often.”
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