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lxvebun · 1 month

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୨୧We've talked about cuteness agression with Simon but i'm thinking many thoughts about Price now🩷

୨୧Content: John Price x Gender neutral reader. Fluff! Slight suggestivenes but still sfw♡ brainrot format. Not entirely proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes♡

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There's a little bit of difference in the things that trigger that foggy lovesick feeling in his brain with price compared to Simon.

Don't get me wrong, dressing yourself in his clothes or calling him cute pet names will always reward you with a plethora of sickeningly sweet kisses and delicate touches but that feeling when his heart start to beat a little faster and the urge to squeeze you tightly against his chest or press deep bruising kisses against your skin until he's all you can think of usually happens in moments where you're not even trying

One of those moments is where you're just on the edge of sleep, your body warm and just conscious enough to feel the soft blankets enveloping you and strong arms heavy around your waist, sleepy enough for your mind to already flash you glimpses of whatever dreamland its taking you to tonight. You have a habit of intertwining your fingers with his before whispering a barely coherent good night and nggggh can you blame him for pulling you closer to him by your waist and pressing tender kisses to your already warm cheeks?? It's taking a tremendous amount of effort to keep the kisses and touches delicate enough so you don't stir from your sleepy haze but god if he doesn't just want to grab your face in his big hands and press wet passionate kisses against every inch of skin available...

The silliest one is probably whenever your shirt rides up exposing just the tiniest sliver of the skin from your lower back or tummy and that's all it really takes for that foggy feeling to come back. Has to slow his breathing and squeeze his hands into fists to calm down because poor you, you're not even doing anything on purpose. He's not entirely sure why these things give him the urge to squeeze you like a life-sized plushie but it just does and honestly, can you really complain when his touch feels like it's leaving behind a trail of stars on your skin, and his kisses leave you feeling a little breathless and very very much loved and adored?

Thank you for reading angels♡

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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A/n: I’m doing it!

When you first told Simon that you were pregnant the man froze, he went silent and stepped into the other room. You couldn’t blame him, you two never discussed children and you knew of his past, of the abuse. You were sure that it would take a little for this to hit him. For him to get used to the knowledge about being a father.

It took him a few hours to finally talk to you, for him to apologize and hold you.

“I’m scared….I’m scared I wont be a good father. That I’ll some how be like my father.”

Heart clenching, you hated the thought of the man thinking that low of himself. That he could ever think that he’d be such a terrible father. Placing your hand on his cheeks you smiled. “Simon, you are nothing like your father. You will never be like that horrible bastard. You are a good man, a wonderful man that is a wonderful husband, a man that cares about his team and I know you’ll be a loving father.”

Closing his eyes, Simon slowly wrapped his arms around your waist tugging you in close, your words calming him down.

+•+

Simon seemed to become more protective of you once you became further along in your pregnancy. The man doting on you, taking care of wherever needs you have, going out to grab whatever you might crave.

He loved taking care of you, his fingers now messaging out any knots you might have in your back. “How’s that love?” Waiting for a response, Simon then tipped his head forward to see what was wrong though a chuckle escaped his lips seeing that you had fallen asleep. “Let’s get you to a proper bed.”

Lifting you up, he then carried you off to the bedroom. Gently laying you down he placed a kiss to your cheek then gave your belly a kiss. “Daddy loves you. I do hope you’ll be like your mother.”

Getting himself comfortable, he let his arm wrap protectively around your belly as he slowly fell asleep next to you.

+•+

“Simon”

While he may be on leave, Simon was never one to stop from working as he read out a few reports for Soap to take care of. “Yes love?”

“I want sex.”

Blinking, he placed the reports down. He pinched the bridge of his nose then ran his fingers through his hair. “Again?”

“Yes again! It’s not my fault I’m horny all the time.Bedroom! Now!”

Pushing away from his desk he nodded his head watching you walk though it was more of a waddle now away. “Yes love.”

+•+

It was a long birth, the man never leaving your side.His hand holding yours, know matter how much you screamed he did his best to stay strong, he did his best to reassure you how well you were doing. Though he finally felt like hr could breath again hearing his child cry.

A girl, a beautiful little girl, Simon has cried only a handful of times in his life and once his newborn was placed on his arms he couldn’t help but shed a few tears.

“My little girl, you’re finally here.”

+•+

Simon did his best to make sure you took it easy at home. He would change the diapers, feed her at night because he did not want to wake you. He felt like he was doing a good job at being a father.

Stepping near his daughters crib he slowly lifted her up, she was crying and not wanting to wake you he smiled for a moment cradling her to his chest. Sitting down in the rocking chair she let him grab a hold of his fingers, little sobs escaping her lips.

“Hush now bunny. Pop is gonna sing to you, now I may not have a beautiful voice like your mother but…we’ll my own mum used to sing me this song.”

Waking up to singing on the baby monitor was something you didn’t expect to happen, seeing that it was your husband was the one that was singing. You couldn’t help but melt watching him cradle her close.

Not wanting to interrupt the sweet moment you fell back asleep.

Simon Riley was nothing like his father, he was someone even better.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Ghost x Reader who is basically his scary shadow. Like yeah Ghost is big and scary, but reader is bigger and scarier.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader

Headcanons

I love big scary reader, I was imagining König sized reader (you know, the 6’10 the fandom makes him). I was imagining the reader wearing one of those sniper ghillie hoods with one of those masks that cover the lower part of the face and the neck.

They call you Hydra or Kraken as your callsign, because your big, scary, and no matter how many times you go down you come back stronger.

If Ghost is scary because of the stories about him, you are terrifying. Together the two of you make an image that would give many nightmares.

Cadets and even other high ranking military people have almost pissed themselves when speaking to Ghost and you seemingly appear out of nowhere and loom over his shoulder, staring down at them with unblinking and cold eyes.

You wear a sniper ghillie hood, so you look almost like a swamp monster with the hood up, since you also wear camo fabric over the lower half of your face and paint what little skin is visible with warpaint.

Where Ghost is scary but can be fun to be around as he likes to crack jokes and speaks to others if needed, you are a big silent shadow, mainly responding with nods, shakes of the heads, grunts or with your eyes.

The 141 don’t fear you though, they know your as much of a softie as Ghost. Though they were on edge the first time you met, and the Los Varqueros were also quite intimidated by you.

Soap calls you Nessie, since you lay low in swamps and other wet areas to snipe or do sneak attacks. It ends up sticking and becomes a nickname only your team calls you.

You regularly use your size to your advantage, be it to intimidate or harm enemies, since you can easily pick grown men up and crack them over your knee like a stick.

Gaz makes a joke about not ending up on your bad side, whilst Soap chuckles a little nervously as he sees you throw a man bigger than himself like he weighs nothing.

Ghost just hums in reply, finding you very hot as you go about your business on the mission, he loves to crawl you like a tree when its just the two of you, not that he would ever tell anyone that.

Ghost and you call each other by your real names when you are alone, wanting to separate from your callsigns and just be yourselves for a while.

He loves just how much bigger you are since you can wrap yourself around him and hold him close. Ghost also likes to be picked up and cuddled though he will never admit this.

The two of you spar together a lot and wrestle, and its 50/50 who wins most of the time. Your sparring always draws a crowd because you both are two of the best and have heavy stories hanging around about you, making the two of you almost seem non-human.

There have been multiple times where you have covered Ghost with your own body during battle, taking bullets for him or taking the brunt of an explosive. You are so large you can cover him with most of your body and keep him safe.

Ghost despises this since it means you get hurt, and its lead to arguments before and even the two of you not speaking for a while but you always end up making up and holding each other.

You both aren’t much for speaking about your emotions, but you but try to have communication in your relationship, though its taken quite a while to have gotten to the comfortable point you are at now.

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arctichotch · 10 months

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hey, i saw your send request post, currently im not feeling well so can you write captain john price taking care of sick reader? also they have some cuddles, just a very fluffy fic! thank you!! :D

hey, hope you feel better soon!

(i haven't written anything in donkey's years so excuse the potential mess below)

pairing: john price x gn!reader

warnings: sickening FLUFF, sick stuff nothing gross though, short and sweet

whilst you're here check out my character list and feel free to send me more requests

You felt like your insides were on fire. That your brain was knocking on the backs of your eyes trying to bust out of the confines of your skull. You felt like a sweaty mess and judging by the looks of sympathy you got from your colleagues walking out of your office after your boss sent you home, you looked like one too.

The journey home was a total blur and you nearly collapsed onto your couch the second you got through the door, only just having enough energy to kick off your shoes. You heard the shrill ringing and buzzing of your phone dumped by the door but there was not a single part of you that felt you could go get it.

Your eyes slipped closed, and that was that. One final thought before you fell to sleep - John will not be happy that you went to work feeling unwell this morning...

The bang of your apartment door closing woke you suddenly.

Oh shit, you are definitely not in any position to even think of some of the self-defence John taught you, let alone using it.

Luckily, you heard one of your favourite sounds (although as much as the sound was appreciated, it still made your head throb.)

"Love, I'm home."

Shit, he was home. You had a vague remembrance of him letting you know he'd be home from his month long mission and having told him you'd take him out, treat him to dinner.

So much for those plans.

"M'here," You grumbled from your place on the couch. John rounded the couch into the living room turning on the lights, making you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to alleviate the pounding in your head. "Think m'sick."

"You look sick, yeah. This why you didn't pick up your phone, was calling you. Got worried, love." He knelt down beside you, his knees groaning at the movement.

"You shouldn't kneel like that, you'll hurt yourself, old man."

"Oi, watch it, cheeky." He placed his always freezing cold hand on your forehead. "Could fry an egg on that head of yours. Have you taken anything?"

You shook your head, burying your head into the pillow. "Okay, I'll go get some ibuprofen to try get your temperature down, then I'll get you something to eat. I assume you've not eaten anything, right?"

"Hmphh."

"What would you do without me, eh? Just wither away from the common cold." He chuckled as he moved towards the kitchen.

After he had loaded you up with ibuprofen, some toast and a whole lot of water, he set you up on the couch all tucked up with blankets and the TV loaded up with Netflix, while he took a shower (only allowed to leave after he had promised you with cuddles after he was done.)

When he came out you immediately commandeered him and his attention, snuggling up practically on top of him while watching your favourite show for the billionth time.

"I'm sorry that we couldn't do dinner. I promise this isn't just me trying to get out of paying."

He laughed, his big belly laugh that you miss every single day he is gone. "It's okay, love. I know you're really sick, poor baby."

"I feel gross and sick, and I don't want to make you sick but I really can't think of anything worse than you not being right here."

"I don't get sick, my immune system is undefeatable and you know it. You ever seen me sick, love?"

"There's always time, babe." You slipped your hand under his shirt resting it on his stomach, trying to leach some heat off him.

"You're shaking. You cold?" You nodded and he was quick to pull a blanket from the back of the couch to cover you both.

"I missed you, lots and lots." You said, just now feeling the relief of having him back safe with you.

"Missed you too, love. Hopefully got a few days off now, so I can nurse you back to health." He gave you a big sloppy kiss on your forehead, "I'll take my payment in kisses and cuddles, please. No other currency accepted."

You smiled looking up at him, "I'll see what I can work out."

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ohworm-writes · 7 months

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✰☆★—Call of Duty: Modern Warfare—★☆✰

"All the coldest, hardest people you once meet were once as soft as water. And that's the tragedy of LIVING."

✪ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS ✪

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Character Family Outlines

John Price, Simon Riley, John MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, Vladimir Makarov, König, Phillip Graves, Rodolfo Parra, Alejandro Vargas, Alex Keeler, Farah Karim, Nikolai

✪ TASK FORCE 141 ✪

Station 141

Station 141 x Hairdresser!Reader

✪ CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE ✪

Veteran!Neighbor!Price x Reader headcanons

Firefighter!Price x Reader - Coming Home Late

✪ NIKOLAI ✪

Nikolai Headcanons

Honey and Molasses

As Good As I Do

✪ VLADIMIR MAKAROV ✪

Pistol Whipped

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 1 year

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Heyoooo! I was wondering if the Iseo that you posted about Soap and reader drifting apart after they decided to have a 3some wit ghost was a 1 part thing? If not can their be another extremely angsty part 2?

Cheers, To Us | John "Soap" MacTavish | COD: Modern Warefare II

[ Original ANGST Post, Part One ]

Warnings. mentions of cheating/growing distant, unfulfilled relationships, lowkey toxic relationships

Reader. Fem!reader, female reader, reader has braids, reader is American (American coded? Can't fuckin remember lmao)

AN. I wrote this within the span of one hour and nearly 25 hours with no sleep. Pls enjoy

Tags: @rey26 @trash-important @l1anaisasasama @thatanonymouschocolate (I saw you were looking for part one so here's part two lol) @bbaengtan @corvusmorte @uwu-i-purple-you (saw you guys asking fkr the first one in comments and decided yall might want one AND two lol)

Rain falls, heavy and unforgiving, and your mood seems to dampen along with the ground. Curled into the window seat, the lamp light leaves a warm, dim, tone to wash over you, and a book in hand as your head rests against the lush pillows and curtains. You tried your best to move on, to find peace, and maybe allow yourself to find it as well. God knows you tried.

“Beba, you really gonna sit there and mope, or actually read the book?” Your friend calls out, breaking you from the beginning of a spiral into another descent of depression and anxiety, and a sigh leaves you as the book is shut and tossed to the nearest coffee table.

“Neither.” You groan, meeting her in the kitchen as groceries and necessities are unpacked and put away in the correct areas, allowing you to move and sit at the bar and watch quietly. The silence is comfortable, and your mind settles, something that gratefulness cannot even begin to touch as a description.

“So, you going back? Saw some emails from old friends…” She starts, deep brown eyes staring deeply into yours, before yours find the back of your head, and she only laughs at your antics. She's finished placing things away, and opens the cabinet, the clanking of glass makes you wince just a bit.

“Maybe, not too sure yet.” You start, before a glass comes to your countertop, a vodka bottle soon filling it before filling the cup further from you.

“But?”

“But, Laswell has a place for me through some connections. Intell is always needed, and some guy… eh what's his name?” You wonder aloud, moving to take a sip of the hard liquor, pursing your lips together as you get more… acquired with the taste once again.

“D-Day! That's his name… Wayne “D-Day” Davis” You’re proud of remembering the name.

“That's… a name. A real American, huh?” Your friend snorts, turning away quickly before coming back, leaning against the countertop and nearly finishing her drink there.

“Take it easy, girlie. You’re not the uprooted one here.” You laugh, and she continues on, shaking her head.

“Uprooted. How is that, by the way? Enjoying being back home, rather than Scotland?” It’s genuine, and your eyes still water at the name of your old… home. An old life. One broken away from, because of a stupid decision, one you hate, but had to move on from.

It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to.

“Come on, Hen. Talk to me, please.” His hands move to your hips, desperately trying to grab at you, gentle enough to let you leave, but firm enough to let you know he wants you in his hold.

Stay. Please. He begs in his mind.

“Get away from me, John. I can’t do this right now.” You move from his hands, going to change out of your pajamas into clothing, ready to get things ready for the day. You’re exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally. You wanted to be free of this. Of him. Even if it’s killing you, and your soul would damn you for leaving a love like this behind, but the pain was too much- and you didn’t want this anymore.

It’s not like he’d care.

He has different… priorities.

“Well, when can ya? Ya never seem to have the time for me. Or us.” He’s choked up, and you can imagine the tears welling up in his eyes, but you didn’t find your heart weeping for him like it would have months ago.

You stop moving, tense, dead silent. John can only regret his words and actions so much, but when you’ve been acting like this, he feels more justified in his feelings for Ghost.

But he wanted you too, he wanted you back and normal again. Happy to see him, in love, always talking his ear off and eating the food he’d make for you. The happiness in the air whenever he came home from being gone for months on end at times.

Months… with Ghost. As much as he missed you, he was never as lonely as you were, huh? Never as loyal.

Maybe he should have expected this.

“Well you seem to have the time for Ghost. Why don’t you go to him? It’s what you’ve been doing anyways.” You grit through your teeth, moving across the room to finally change, deciding on what you needed to do first. From the embassy to the lawyer, your mind is running wild and John begging at your hip like a lost puppy isn't helping.

“That’s not fair, Hen…” He whispers, standing in the same place, watching you throw on your clothing and tuck your braids into your hood, desperate to keep warm from the chill. Lord knows “Johnny” wasn’t going to warm you anytime.

“It isn’t fair I lost my husband to a Ghost. Looks like nothings fair nowadays.” You go on, pushing past John to grab your phone and wallet from the nightstand, not responding to his small “goodbye” as you leave the room, and the house soon after.

Yeah, nothing seemed to be fair. Not for him. And especially not for you.

“I’ll be fine. Probably gonna focus on work… friends… family.” You mumble into your drink, deciding to mimic your friend's earlier actions and take a large swing of the liquor, needing to numb your mind for a quick second.

“But not yourself?” She mused, tilting her head, a sad smile gracing her face.

“You would know how to do that best, I’m guessing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Focusing on yourself, and only yourself, after a break up,” She rolled her eyes at you, finding irony in your words, before moving to grab the bottle of vodka and refill your cups of uncertainty and sorrow.

“Valeria.” You finished, and she perks up at her name, clicking her tongue against her teeth before continuing her questioning of you. There's a cheerful sway in her movements and it leaves worrying thoughts only to fester.

“Oh, I know very well. But, that's why you're here, no? To focus on you, and your own needs.” A sigh leaves you once again, and at least you know your lungs are working, while your brain short circuits in reasoning and logic.

“Yeah. My needs, a place to hide, a place that they’ll never find me. Until I go back, that is, a girl needs to work, needs her money.” You finish another glass, and your mind spins, Valeria finds glee in seeing your tongue loosen and speak your mind.

“Two birds with one stone. You get your privacy until you decide on what to do, and I have a piece to use against Los Vaqueros and their friends, a win-win.” Her smile is wide and your heart stutters.

“A piece against them? Or him?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

Your glasses are filled once again, and clink to a toast, a promise is made and leaves you both satisfied after this night.

You both will get what you want and need, soon enough.

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poisonedprose · 9 months

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ivonhart · 1 year

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mi amor. mi corazón | rodolfo parra x fem combat medic!reader

— one shot

cross posted on ao3

gif credit: @collinnmckinley

summary: After the betrayal of Graves and the loss of your only home you find comfort in the arms of someone who you've loved for years. The moment of peace allowing you to break, causing a confession to tumble past your lips.

a/n: Please note that I was using google translate for the Spanish dialogue. If they are incorrect please tell me so I can fix it.

The grip you had on your rifle strained against your knuckles as you walked closer and closer to Alejandro’s safe house. So much had gone to shit in such a short amount of time and you couldn’t do anything about it. Your base was taken along with all your team. Your friends. Your family. Everything you had known for the past few years was stripped away from you in an instant.

“General Shepherd sends his regards.” It was like his tone had changed. The Graves you were introduced to were no longer there…or maybe he was all along and was just waiting. Waiting for the order to take your base.

Your home. In the corner of your eyes you saw his men shift on their feet and tighten the hold on their guns. Some had begun to form somewhat of a circle around your group.

You turned to look over the car hood at Ghost to see if he noticed. He did. He always noticed. As Graves continued to talk your hand slid down to the knife on your thigh. Bullets were faster than knives but if something were to happen you could grab the soldier closest to you.

The sudden movement could throw him off, allowing you less resistance to plunge your weapon into his throat, creating a shield. But how would you get to Alejandro? He was only a feet or two away but if something happened it might as well be miles.

Your eyes flickered back and forth from man to man, marking where each was. Where they could go. What they could do. Being a combat medic taught you to predict movements, note where everyone was, and know how to protect.

You had to be aware otherwise those you were sworn to protect would be lost. “Your men have been…detained.” Was the last thing you heard before Alejandro launched at Graves.

The grip you had tightened, turning your knuckles white. You messed up, miscalculated, missed something. Hesitated. Alejandro was too far, the soldier too heavy, the knife too slow. Despite the silence that filled the area you felt as though everything was loud. Too loud.

The chatter in your head running through what had happened as your eyes darted around the seemingly vacant area. You could hear the conversation between Ghost and Soap as you three neared the safe house. “It was need to know.”

“What if I needed to kno–” You were quick to shush the two of them as you stopped moving. “There is a pressure plate in front of the door and I don’t have the keys for this house on me so we are going to have to go in through that window.” You said while pointing to the side of the building.

Soap and Ghost both nodded as they started their way there. You jumped down after Soap and while the two of you started to survey the area Ghost quickly spoke. “Don’t move.” His knife was as quick as his words as it flew through the air and into the wooden pillar on the other side of the room.

“¿Quién está ahí?” Who’s there? The familiar voice caused a sigh of relief to fall from your lips. “Rudy!” The man called your name as he quickly turned from his hiding place. You were quick to drop your gun to your side and rush into his arms.

His scent invaded your nose as his warmth slowly encased your body. The feeling of his hands around your waist grounded you in a way that brought tears to your eyes. “Pensé que te habían pillado.” I thought they got you. You whispered into his neck as one of your hands threaded through the back of his hair while the other clawed his back.

“Estoy aquí” I’m here. He whispered into your ear. Tears began to sting your eyes but you were quick to push them back. You couldn’t flatter; not yet. When you pulled back the man noted the large cut across your cheek and quickly pulled out the handkerchief he always held.

“You’re bleeding, Doc.” You smiled softly and shook your head. “I’m alright. I'm sure it's dry anyway.” Despite your words, Rudy gently dragged the fabric across your cheek causing another sigh to pass your lips as your eyes fluttered close.

But the moment didn’t last long due to the fact you remembered you came with two others. Quickly you stepped back and turned to stand next to Rudy. “Where were you guys?” Rudy questioned after a few silent seconds. “On the run.”

Soap was quick to correct the Lieutenant. “Doc and I were on the run. Ghost waited for us.” “Oh course, no?” You sent a fast glance towards Soap. You had found him within the streets of Las Almas after Graves turned on everyone and was with him when he found out Ghost was leaving him on his own till he got to the church.

You didn’t know much about Ghost as a person and what he has been through, but you knew Rudy and you knew he thought Ghost would have come back for Soap like Alejandro did for him on multiple occasions.

But Ghost didn’t and Soap knew that. “No.” Much to everyone’s surprise, Ghost cut in. “Yes.” His eyes bore into those of his brother in arms before moving to you and Rudy. “All of us. This happened on my watch and I’ll need help to fix it. No one fights alone.”

As the men continued to brief Rudy on what had happened you walked to a certain area in the safe house that held standard medical supplies. Alejandro always made sure to have a station for you in his houses just in case.

You had done a hasty stitch job with what you had in your pack on Soap’s wound when you found him and you knew it needed to be properly treated. You made your way back as Soap spoke. “Let’s go get them.”

“Not so fast!” The men came to a sudden stop as you walked in front of them. “I still need to clean and dress that wound.” You said to Soap before turning to Ghost.

“And I still have you to check as well.” The man was about to protest but you held your hand up. “I’ll tolerate no back talk from either of you.”

It was about mid afternoon the next day when you were finally able to take time to aid in your injuries. The majority of the night and morning you were tending to Soap while helping to create a plan to get Alejandro and your team back.

Another large chunk of that time was spent fighting with Ghost about getting some rest. He had been glued to the table that held the plan long after Rudy and Soap fell asleep and you knew he wouldn’t leave unless you intervened.

Now you found yourself standing in front of the bathroom mirror with your shirt off, looking at the damage to your body after getting out of a needed shower. After Graves’s betrayal you had been knocked off the road during the fighting and fell down the hill. It was evident with the large amount of bruising you had along your ribs and back from when you hit the occasional tree.

You were quick to jump into action when you saw Alejandro get thrown into the truck besides Graves. The Shadow next to you was under your knife in a second, shielding the oncoming fire that fell upon you and your allies.

You thought you could reach for Alejandro, get him out of harm's way, but that thought was smashed when you saw him drop to the ground unconscious. Seemingly slipping through your fingers as he crumbled to the ground.

Next to go down was Soap and you had lost sight of Ghost. Everything had gone bad in the blink of an eye and you made the mistake of hesitating. The Shadow you held had thrown his elbow into your stomach before shoving you to the side, ultimately sending you off the road and into the woods.

You were pulled from your thoughts when a soft knock bounced through the air and the quiet call of your name. It was Rudy. After you put your shirt back on you opened the door to see the man standing there with his sunken eyes filled with worry.

Oh how you loved those eyes. Oh how you loved…“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” His words were laced with guilt and dripping in shame. “Ghost told me you haven’t gotten any sleep and I should have stayed up wi–”

“Rudy.” His words came to a stop when you grabbed his hands and pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. “Don’t be sorry.” The man stayed quiet as he watched you move to sit on the sink counter, noting the way you winced while you did.

“Estás herida.” You are hurt. “It’s just some bruises and a few surface level scraps.” You smiled softly at his furrowed brows. “Nothing to get worried about.” He squeezed your hands lightly before meeting your eyes once more.

“I always worry for you.” Heat began burning your cheeks which caused you to look down. As you sat there with your eyes zeroed in on your intertwined hands the severity of the situation crashed down on you.

The moment of peace between the two of you finally allowed you to fully feel. Without warning a sob clawed its way up your throat. Rudy was quick, yet gentle, to pull you into his arms. “I-I was so cl-close to him, Rudy.” You choked out in between your sobs.

“I couldn’t protect him. I couldn’t protect our people. I couldn’t protect o–” “Querida.” Darling. He softly said. “It wasn’t your fault. None of this is your fault.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist.

“You did everything you could.” Your head shook in his neck. The tears from your eyes coating his neck and running down his side. “I didn’t…I could’ve do–” He cut you off once more by slowly cupping your cheeks so you could meet his eyes. “It wasn’t…your fault.”

His words were slow yet firm as his thumbs rubbed the tears away from your cheeks yet more fell as you looked into his eyes. “I thought I lost you, Rudy.” Another sob fell past your lips as you latched onto his arms. “After seeing Alejandro fall I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Where you were. If you were safe.”

Your breathing grew erratic as everything you kept inside spilled to the surface. With blurry eyes and heated skin you clung to Rudy, your nails digging into his arms as you wailed. “E-E-Everything I h-hav-have was taken and-and I thought th-they got you too.”

His hold on you never faltered as he tried to reassure you, but the pounding in your ears grew far too loud. “I ca-can’t los-los-lose you. My love…” Your head dropped as you pulled him closer. Your nose buried into his neck allowing his scent to once more flood your senses. “Mi amor. Mi corazón.” My love. My heart.

Rudy was stunned by the confession. He had loved you for years and now he found himself with you in his arms confessing in the midst of a panic attack. Your breathing, however, failed to steady out which caused him to pull you back and smash his lips into yours.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best option to steady your breathing out considering you weren’t in a good state of mind, but with the confession still fresh in the air his feelings acted before his thoughts.

With the sudden inhale of air and the chapped lips against your own your body steadied out once more, allowing you to quickly kiss back. Despite the tears and snot, the two of you melted into one another as everything began to fall to a still.

a/n: MY WORD I FINALLY FINISHED IT MAWHAHAHAHA. Ya'll school has been a fucking bitch but I finally finished.

#rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra imagine #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rodolfo rudy parra imagine #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare x reader #call of duty modern warfare imagine

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mactavishwritings · 5 months

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hey loves <3 got sent home from work and i feel insanely guilty about not working so send in some requests so i have stuff to do

#winter speaks #call of duty modern warfare x reader

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slvtforsimon · 3 months

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Breeding Kink

Synopsis - The guys and breeding kinks.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 1.9k.

[Caffeinate Me]

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY doesn’t realise he has a breeding kink until you make a joke about it. You’re play fighting, and losing, when you say “just hurry up and get me pregnant so I don’t have to do this anymore.” Simon’s eyes go wide and he feels his throat run dry. The thought of you being pregnant has never occurred to him before, but now you’ve mentioned it he cannot for the life of him stop thinking about it. After that comment, every time you have sex it’s unprotected. He’s ashamed of his newly found kink, but claims that it just ‘feels better’. One night, he’s bullying his fat cock into your tight cunt when the words just slip past his lips. “You gonna make me a daddy tonight, yeah baby?”

As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets it, almost pulling out of you because of the sheer embarrassment he feels. But you respond with “yes! Yes, anything for you!” This just drives Simon absolutely feral. He flips you over onto all fours, pounding into you relentlessly. It doesn’t take long before he’s shooting his cum deep inside of you, coating your walls with his creamy mixture and a loud shout of your name. You’re both laying in bed, breathing heavily as you come down from the orgasms when you turn to look at him. “Did you really mean what you said?” Simon just nods and it hits you. “Oh my God. You have an actual breeding kink!”

“So what if I do?” He mumbles, looking away from you out of embarrassment.

“Nothing, nothing,” you giggle lightly before adding, “but you want to make me a mummy.” Simon doesn’t fight you on this, after all it is what he wants. He just holds you close to him, kissing the top of your head as you fall asleep. He hopes that in a few months, there will be a baby Riley running around the house.

KÖNIG had never had a breeding kink until he met you. Now, he won’t shut up about it. Always brings it up whenever he can, and will always play on it during sex. “Going to fill up. Going to fill you up so good with my babies,” he’d growl in your ear as he pumps his cock into your tight hole. You can’t reply with words, you can just shriek and moan as he hits your cervix again and again, threatening to spill his seed straight into your womb without mercy. The thought of filling you to the brim with his cum and getting you pregnant turns him on so much. He’ll angle your hips just right so that he can be as deep inside you as possible.

“König!” You cry out, fisting the sheets below you. “I can’t take it! I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me,” it comes out as a command and it has you gushing around his cock in an instant. König’s large hands rest on your stomach and he closes his eyes, envisioning you swell with his child and that pushes him over the edge. He’s groaning praises of how good you feel in your ear as he fucks his cum into you, not bothering about the mess you’re making on the bedsheets. When you’ve milked him dry, his hips finally stop moving but he remains plugging you.

“Baby, you’re squishing me.”

“Gotta make sure it takes,” he whispers, kissing your cheek. There was no way he was moving off of you until morning if it meant there was a possibility of you getting pregnant.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH doesn’t even think about it until he sees you with a friend's baby. You look so good holding a baby and he can’t help but think you’d look even better growing one. One night he’s in between your thighs, eating you out like a man starved when he looks up at you through his lashes and moans into your pussy, “can you give me a baby?” You're taken back by his words, and need a moment to think about it but before you realise it, you’re nodding your head and your legs are trembling as your orgasm washes over you. “Does my girl have a breeding kink?” He asks with a smirk.

“You’re the one with the breeding kink,” you say breathlessly.

“Aye,” Johnny replies, kissing your thighs until they stop shaking. He leans up to press a kiss on your lips and with a raised eyebrow he asks, “so is that a yes or a no?”

“Fuck me and we’ll find out,” you reply teasingly, opening your legs wide for him. It’s not long before he’s fucking you into oblivion and making you beg for his cum inside of you. You’re not even embarrassed about it, instead you’re pathetically begging for him to spill his load deep inside your cunt. The second you mention being a mummy to his babies, he’s a goner. His hips are stuttering and his cock is twitching as he cums shamelessly. When he’s finished, he pulls out of you. “I love you Johnny.”

“I love ya too lass.”

JOHN PRICE is the OG when it comes to breeding kinks. This man is researching the best positions to get you pregnant before you even know it. Is constantly thinking about your swollen stomach, carrying his child that he just wants to make it a reality. One day you opted to babysit for your friend and when John walks in, he’s met with the most lovely sight. You’re sitting on the sofa, humming a lullaby to the infant in your arms with hopes of lulling them to sleep. John smiles and sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh and whispering, “good day?”

“Really good day,” you say with a grin. You fail to notice the straining erection against his trousers.

In less than an hour, your friend swings by to pick up her child and after a cup of tea, eventually leaves you and John alone in your home. That’s when John turns to you with a look of intense lust in his eyes. “Fuck, how badly do you wanna be a mummy?” He asks, stalking closer to you.

Your eyes widen slightly and you shyly reply, “really badly.” That’s all John needs to hear before he’s ripping your clothes off you, whispering in your ear that he’ll buy you new ones. He pushes you onto the sofa so that you’re on all fours, and frees his hard cock from its restraints. His tip is angrily red and already leaking so much pre-cum. You don’t even have time to joke about it before he slams himself inside of you, thrusting relentlessly into your poor little pussy. “You, ah, really want me to be a mum huh?” You manage to moan through each thrust, a slight little chuckle leaving your lips.

“You have no idea,” John growls. He lets you cum before he does, as in usual fashion. His fingers work magic against your throbbing clit and you’re spraying all over the sofa before you’re even able to vocalise it. “Now it’s my turn,” he whispers in your ear, speeding up his thrusts until you’re scared that he’s going to break the sofa. With a grunt, he spills his cum inside of you, babbling about how good you’ll look pregnant and that he can’t wait to have babies with you.

PHILLIP GRAVES is much like König in the fact that he doesn’t realise he has a breeding kink until he meets you. Your sex life with Phillip is relatively wild and one night, you’re sat talking about your kinks over a glass of wine. “What about you?” You ask, taking a sip of your wine before looking over at Phillip.

He clears his throat, thinking as to whether he should really tell you this. But before his brain even tells him it could potentially be a bad idea, he’s saying, “I wanna fill you up with cum until you get pregnant.”

You blink at him rapidly, processing the newly found kink information. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he says sternly, narrowing his eyes at you. “I want to cum inside your pretty little pussy until you give me a pretty little baby.” Your mouth hangs open, but before you can say anything, Phillip is kissing you roughly while setting your wine glass down on the coffee table. He pulls you onto his lap, erect cock straining against his trousers as he thrusts his hips up against your clothed cunt. You let out a soft moan and allow Phillip to take off your clothes until you’re completely bare before him. “That sound good? Wanna give me a baby?” He coos, tilting his head to the side as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

“Yes,” you gasp out as he slams into you.

“Atta girl,” he grins, slamming into you relentlessly. Your back arches and you already feel the coil in your stomach snapping as his cock fills you up perfectly. You can’t help the moans that fall from your lips as he whispers the most obscene things to you. “Gonna fill you up right here and now baby, m’kay? Gonna make everyone know you’re mine with that baby in your belly.” At his words, you’re cumming around him and at the spasming of your cunt around his cock, Phillip cums too.

Your breathing is heavy as he pulls out of you, half-lidded eyes watching him gather some cum from your thighs and shoving it back inside of you. “I didn’t know you had a breeding kink,” you say breathlessly.

Phillip shrugged. “Neither did I, until I met you.”

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK is shy about his breeding kink and always keeps it a secret from you. You don’t find out until you’re actively trying for a baby. His cockhead slams into your cervix viciously as you cream around him, pathetically whining for more. “You’re gonna give me a baby aren’t you?” He asks as he continues to pound into you. You nod your head enthusiastically, biting at the skin on your bottom lip to stop a scream from escaping. “Fuck, I’m going to fill you up until you can’t take anymore. Gonna get a baby out of you one way or another.”

“Please!” You cry out, head lolling back against the strown about pillows. Kyle can’t help but cum as your cunt clenches around his fat cock, but he continues thrusting his hips to get as much as he can deep inside of you. Like König, he remains inside of you, desperate not to waste a single drop in fear that his effort was in vain. After a few seconds of breathless panting, you finally speak up. “I never knew you had a breeding kink.”

“Didn’t want to tell you before we were trying, just in case it spooked you,” he replied, kissing your cheek softly.

“You really wanna have a baby with me?” You ask softly as your fingertips trail patterns on his back.

“More than I need air to breathe,” he mumbles, burying his head into the crook of your neck and leaving wet kisses in his wake.

“Let me have a minute and we can go again,” you say with a grin. Kyle feels his cock harden inside you again at your words and within seconds he’s slowly thrusting into you again. Let’s just say, you both didn’t get much sleep that night.

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cntloup · 15 days

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18+ MDNI Simon fucking you in a headlock

You've been obsessed with his arms since day one.

And you finally asked him to do what you wanted for a while.

He made sure that you were comfortable, asking multiple times if you were ok.

And you breathed out 'yes' eagerly each time.

And now here you are as he fucks into your sopping pussy while having you in a headlock, thick veiny arm wrapped around your neck.

The burly mass of muscles puts enough pressure to make you dizzy, increasing the already intense pleasure of his fat cock splitting your weeping cunt open.

His other hand reaches around your body and lands on your sensitive puffy clit, rough fingers circling and pinching it while his wide hips slap against your rear with each ferocious plunge into you.

"You gonna be a good girl and cum f'me?" he grunts into your ear as he feels the ever increasing pressure of your pulsating pussy on his cock.

And you can only hum in response, the razing pleasure too much to bear, too much to let you form any coherent words.

You hold on to his strong arm wrapped around you, nails digging into his bicep and forearm, surely leaving crescent marks on his skin.

The delightful mix of sweet sensations, the aching drag of his thick cock along your sensitive walls repeatedly with the dizzying pleasure of his arm around your neck,

while his swollen red tip viciously attacks your gummy cervix and his calloused fingertips rub against your puffy clit send you to a state of pure engulfing euphoria.

And streams of your juices and cream gush out of you as you let out hiccupped moans, blended with his low growl of sheer pleasure as he fills up your welcoming womb with his seed.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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A/n:Making this into a fic thanks to @foxyafroninja . Thank you my friend but I apologize for how bad this may be.

Warnings: Smut, P in the V, light choking, thrill of a chase, hard and fast, after care.

Adjusting the skimpy bunny outfit you did a little turn then made your way to the office where your husband was working. Humming your lent against the door frame grinning.

“Simmoon!”

Glancing up from his work the man suddenly wished he was wearing his mask. It was hard to tare his gaze from your body, the outfit you wore did a wonderful job at showing off all of your assets. Nearly snapping the pen in half he placed it down on his desk as he walked toward you. “Now what are you wearing love.”

Grinning you placed your finger on his chest then let it trail down only to grasp the belt loops of his pants as you pressed into him. “I thought we could play a little game of chase.”

Humming, Simon tightened his hold on your hips. It’s has been a couple of days since you’ve both been intimate. Licking his lips he pressed his lips against your ear as his fingers played with the fake tail on your ass. “Run.”

Eyes going wide, a giggle escaped your lips as took off running. Simon only stopping to grab a silk ribbon, he couldn’t wait to catch his little rabbit.

+•+

A light pant escaped your lips as you then slipped into the woods behind your shared home. Thankfully the paths were clear and thankfully you knew where you were going. To the little cabin up the pathway, something your husband had built for you when he found out that you loved the outdoors.

Chest heaving, you only stopped hearing Simons voice in the distance.

“Run all ya’ like little rabbit. I’ll find ya and when I do…”

A shiver ran down your spine, you had to press your legs together to get rid of the sudden pressure you felt. You were oh so tempted to just let him catch you but no, you wanted to see how long the man could last.

Glancing behind you, you took off running only to feel someone grasp your wrist. A light yelp escaped your lips as you hit a large chest. Grinning you looked up to find Simon glancing down at you. His hand running down your back then to grab your ass giving it a small squeeze. “Look what I caught, a fine little rabbit.”

Humming you let your fingers run down his chest, his brown eyes darkening the moment you reached his pants, your body pressing into his. Another shiver ran down your spine feeling how hard he was. “What are you going to do to me?” A small pout formed on your lips.

Lifting you, he then placed you on his shoulders as he stalked over to the little cabin. “You’ll see.”

It did not take long to reach the cabin, Simon not wasting time to drop you on the bed. You body bouncing for a moment as you watched Simon strip himself free of his clothing, your heart pounding in anticipation for what’s to come. Though a small gasp escaped your lips as Simon pinned you to the bed, his hand sliding up your hips until he reached the spandex of your costume. His fingers brushing your center. “So wet for me, such a naughty girl you are.”

“Simon.” His name slipped passed your lips in a whimper as you felt him pin your hands above your head, wrists now bound together with the silk ribbon, a shiver running down your spine feeling his cock brush your center.

“Same my name again.”

Teasing you, of course the man was teasing you. Another whimper escaping your lips as he continues to tease your entrance. Turning your head to the side you closed your eyes arching your hips as Simon face your neck a harsh nip. “Say it.”

“Simon! Please! I want you.”

Chucking, Simon slowly pushed into your warmth, he could tell you were holding back on him. “Scream all you like love, nobody will hear you.”

You tired not to push back on the man’s cock as Simon kept you firmly in place with his large hand on your hips, you were sure when he tore the costume away but right now you didn’t care, not when this get so good.

Simons hand clutching your hips, guiding you to match his thrusts, small grunts escaping his lips as his free hand moved to play with your clit as another whimper escaped your lips. You felt so good wrapped around him, clutching his cock. Your breasts bouncing with each hard thrust as he guided you on his cock.

Chest heaving, you did your best to keep your eyes opened but it felt too good. His thumb pressing, and rubbing your clit. You’d be embarrassed by the sounds escaping your lips if it didn’t feel so good, Simons voice in your ear telling you how much of a good girl you were.

“That’s it…keep it up love.” He nipped at your throat fucking your through your orgasm, your walls clenching around his dick feeling your juices coating him along with your thighs.

You could feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm, you shuddered feeling him pull out once more only to slam back in. His name being pulled from your lips in a scream as your walls clenched around his cock tightly. Simon cursing as he held your hips tightly, you were positive that a mark would be left in the morning but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered right now was feeling his cock twitch within you, filling you with his cum.

Slowing his pace, Simon nuzzled his nose into your neck placing a kiss on the mark he left. “I love you.”

Laughing weakly, you let your fingers run through his hair once he freed them. “I love you to Simon.” You murmured as your hips wrapped around his hips keeping him inside you. “Now do be a favor and don’t move, you wore me out.”

Snorting, Simon shifted his body doing his best to listen to you as you fell asleep against his chest. His fingers running down your back gently. He’d let you rest, for now.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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bro you’re. you’re so cracked. for months bro i’ve looked at you in shock and awe, i could never keep up the way you can man. huge respect for you.

i know you posted it sunday, i saw it when it still had 5 kudos, and i was going to say something but then i got a little shy. my extraverted-ness immediately leaves when i get online. but i am begging you (respectfully) for more of the Jolly n Ghost knifeplay fic. that was fucking fantastic dude. on your A+ game per usual. it’s absolutely fine if you don’t get around to it, no worries.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader

Part 2 to the knifeplay prompt

Headcanons

Hehe im glad you liked my first part to this, you’re making me blush with the compliments. isn’t any blood n stuff in this but I hope you still enjoy :)

- After that night in the practice room, Ghost and you had gotten closer. What you had didn’t have a label, but everyone could tell you both had come to some type of agreement, and it was making you two tolerate one another, even enjoy the others company.

- No one knows what happened, but there ended up being multiple rumours about what two of the teams best and bloodiest soldiers could have gotten up to, especially after the bloody mats were found.

- You had done your best to clean the mats, but there was only so much you could do, especially since you and Ghost had been so busy humping like rabbits and the blood had dried when you were done.

- The time you spent together outside of missions and duties was like the first night for the most part, dangerous, hot, and bloody. Neither of you ever went without a few cuts or bruises, your late-night sparring regularly ending with one of you on all fours as the other held the first down by the back of their neck and went to town.

- That didn’t mean there weren’t short moments of softness, where after you had both been wrung dry of all you had where Ghost and you would lay side by side, even cuddling at times. There were times where Ghost would turn to you and kiss you so softly and carefully, as if you were made of glass and would break if he went any rougher.

- It always made something unfurl like a flower in your chest, basking in his careful touches as he revealed some tiny vulnerable part of him.

- Ghost had been called away on a mission with the main folk, meaning Soap, Gaz and Price, leaving you behind on base with the rookies and alike.

- You knew they could take care of themselves, so you just went about your business, training rookies and helping out where you were needed. Staying close to your callsign you never let the grin drop from your lips, your mood always high and bubbly, though this did not make you weak, many of the other people on base could say this from experience.

- You were in a great mood when the team returned, and as you went to go welcome them back a ruckus caught you attention as they landed. Soap was out first, Price quickly following after, the two of them lugging somebodies limp, bloody body.

- You heart gave a lurch as you recognized that body, it was Ghost. The grin you knew was on your lips tightened as panic filled your being, his hands tightening into fists by your side as medics quickly arrived and carted your partner? Away.

- The other three made their way to the medbay, all looking like they had been dragged to hell and back as they stumbled past you, though they were all standing and conscious, which could not be said about Ghost.

- Price must have seen the look in your eyes as he patted you on the shoulder as he passed you, “he’s alright Jolly, don’t you worry, Ghost is tough” he said to comfort you.

- You knew better than anyone how tough Ghost could be, seeing as you both spent a lot of time ripping each other to bits and putting each other back together afterwards, but it didn’t lessen the painful feeling in your chest.

- You tried to stay yourself during the next few days as Ghost didn’t wake up, but you couldn’t help but be short with people, your anxiety for the Brit growing more and more every day.

- You still had a smile on your face, it was something you had trained into yourself after your violent torture, even if you hid it with your balaclava. But seeing Ghost like that, so cold and still on the medical bed, it was like it ripped open every scar you had on your body and left you freezing.

- You visited Ghost every day, more than once for that matter, always hoping he would be awake to roll his eyes at you and tell you not to worry, maybe even insult you for being such a worrywart, but he didn’t move, not even a twitch.

- It was impossible to sleep at night, the dark bags under your eyes growing day by day even as they were hidden by the black paint you wore around them. You knew it was obvious you weren’t coping well, and it was obvious to others as recruits avoided you like the plague and your friends looked at you with worry.

- Finally, one day when exercising in the bases gym, you overheard a group of people talk about Ghost, and when one of them made a comment about how they hoped he didn’t wake up, something in you seemed to snap.

- Because during those long sleepless nights you had realized what you felt for Ghost wasn’t just some random spark that came with an exciting bed partner, but it was love. You had realized you were so in love with Ghost the idea of losing him was destroying you.

- Your world had bled red and when you came back to yourself it was because you were being held to the ground by Price, Soap, and Gaz. Price was talking to you, but you could make sense of anything he was saying, your eyes stuck on the soldier you had jumped as he was taken out of the gym by his mates.

- You had been benched after that, not allowed to use the gym, or get involved with anything involving planning, training, or the likes. All you could really do was clean, do kitchen duty or sit with Ghost.

- So that’s what you did, you sat with Ghost. Sitting in silence with your hands clenched tight, shoulders tense, and scars burning as if they were brand new. You got little sleep, most of it by Ghosts bedside sitting in those horrible chairs all medical facilities seemed to use, arms crossed over your chest and body ready to spring into action if needed.

- It was evening, not too late but late enough that no one was moving about, and Ghost had been moved into a personal room a while ago as he still didn’t wake up, at least there was the privacy of the room being like that.

- You found yourself by his bedside again, holding his limp hand as he stared down at the white sheets that covered him. All of a sudden, the fabric around your face felt so constricting, and frustration flared in your chest as you reached up and tore it off, balling up the black fabric of your balaclava and throwing it at the floor.

- Your hair was a mess, you know this for a fact, having not washed it since Ghost went into this coma of his, it just didn’t seem important when the man who had wormed his way into your heart was here and not waking up.

- For once you weren’t smiling, a painful frown on your face as you clasped onto Ghosts hand, trying so hard to will him to move, or make a noise, anything. Your eyes blurred as tears gathered in them as scenarios played through your mind for the thousandth time.

- What if he didn’t wake? What if he didn’t return your feelings? What if, what if, what if.

- You had been so consumed by the painful feelings and thoughts that you didn’t notice Ghosts eyes fluttering, slowly opening, or his head turning in your direction as you sat with your head ducked down, trying so hard not to start sobbing.

- “Never thought I’d see the day” a raspy voice said from the bed, your head quickly snapping up and trying in vain to blink away tears, the tears running down your cheeks and leaving wet lines down your face.

- You didn’t know what to say, keeping Ghosts eyes that looked at you softly, he still looked exhausted, but he gripped your hand back when you didn’t react.

- “And here I thought id never see you not smiling, Jolly” he chuckled softly, his voice rough and dry, sounding slightly pained as the chuckling made his body move just a little. You just let out a pain noise at seeing him awake, finally springing to your feet and knocking the chair you were sitting in over.

- “Ghost” you choked, eyes welling up with tears again as the iron cold grip that had been on your hard loosened, trying to find words to express just how relieved you were to see him awake, how much you loved him, how much he meant to you, but nothing came out.

- Seeming to notice your dilemma Ghost just huffed a laugh and pulled you close with the grip he had on your hand, and when you were close enough to leant in to press a soft kiss to your lips. His lips were dry and chapped, but kissing him was the best feeling you had ever experienced.

- A wobbly noise left you as you reached up and held onto his face almost desperately, kissing him over and over, your tongues rubbing against one another and getting spit all over your chins.

- Ghost was the one to finally pull back, not giving you enough time to whine at the loss of contact as he pressed his forehead against your own, his hands coming up to comb through your messy hair.

- “Hope you didn’t miss me too much Jolly” he joked, a scoff leaving your lips as he grasped onto his shirt, not wanting to let go any time soon.

- “Don’t you dare do that again Simon” you growled, staring deeply into his eyes, his eyes seeming to grow even softer and fonder as you used his name, his hand coming down to caress your cheek.

- Pecking your lips one last time he just muttered he couldn’t make any promises, to which you let out an annoyed grunt. You stayed like this for a while, not wanting to let go of the other and just needing to feel the others contact and attention.

- The feelings that had been brewing in your chest didn’t seem to be able to be contained anymore as the quiet words of confession fall from your lips, the fear or losing Simon too great, the knowledge that you had almost lost the ability to tell him.

- Simon tensed up but slowly relaxed again, his beautiful eyes looking into your own. Carefully, Simon reached up and pulled off his balaclava, revealing his scarred-up face and blonde hair to you.

- It made the warmth inside you grow even further to see him. He had never been a man of words, but as he pulled you in to kiss you once more, you knew his answer, and it made you want to weep tears of joy.

- You could almost forget you were in a hospital room, on a military base. Being here with Simon was more than enough, to know he loved you back even though he couldn’t say it was enough. This was all you needed, all Simon needed too. To have each other, nothing else mattered.

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