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rascal-xo · 10 months

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Somebody That You Used to Know - Alex (Echo 3-1) Keller x Female Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: It’s been 5 years since you’ve seen Alex, and a dangerous mission in Urzikstan is just the thing to bring you back together…

Warnings: Violence, Language, fluff, Friends to Lovers type beat

Tags: @pukbadger @fiveshelmet @myguiltypleasures21 @madamemelaninn @emmaadlerrichtofen1 @swissy23 @thatchickwiththecamera @glitterypirateduck

A/N: I love writing action fics, its truly an obsession. Alex is so fine i cannot even deal omfg - enjoy :))

You walk into the small briefing room, the door closing behind you with a soft click. The room is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a large screen displaying a map of the Al Qatala stronghold. The Captain and Gaz are already present, sitting around.

Laswell stands at the head of the small room, her gaze focused. She acknowledges your arrival with a nod before turning her attention back to the map. The atmosphere is tense, an undercurrent of urgency lingering in the air.

"Alright, listen up," Laswell begins, her voice firm yet calm. "Al Qatala and their recent attacks here in Urzikstan have left not only a trail of disaster but also of Russian footprints."

"Bloody hell." Gaz mutters.

"Russians?" You interject. "Can't be missiles again, those would've been on our radar."

Agent Laswell glances at you, a hint of knowing in her eyes. "We believe the Russians are involved in a more covert operation, possibly aiding Al Qatala with weapons, training, or intelligence."

Captain Price leans forward, his voice low and resolute. "The last thing we need is them getting cozy."

Laswell nods, her expression grim. "Exactly. Our mission is two-fold. We need to cripple Al Qatala's stronghold and gather any evidence of Russian involvement. We have an opportunity to disrupt this unholy alliance and dismantle their operations."

You glance at the map on the screen, "Do we have any intel on the main compound layout? Possible weak points?"

Laswell taps a few keys, bringing up a satellite image of the compound. "We've managed to obtain some blueprints of an HQ type facility, but keep in mind they might have made changes to the structure. Expect the unexpected."

Captain Price leans back in his chair, a calculating look on his face.

Gaz raises an eyebrow. "Who's going in?"

A steely resolve glimmers in Laswell's eyes as she answers, "Y/N, you'll be our point of entry. Captain Price and Gaz will join you once you've secured a foothold inside."

You meet the Captain’s gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

"You'll be meeting with an American Agent before the mission tomorrow morning, he'll be on the mission with you. Good luck."

"American huh?" Gaz says, turning to you. "Think you know him?"

"Doubt it." You exhale, leaning back in your seat.

The next morning dawns with an air of anticipation and determination. You stand in the armory, surrounded by shelves of equipment and gear.

You slip on your tactical vest over your layered shirt, adjusting the straps for a snug fit. The familiar weight settles against your chest.

You fasten the pouches on your belt, carefully arranging your ammunition, grenades, and other essential tools. Each item has its place, a delicate balance of readiness and accessibility.

After you’ve gotten yourself situated, you meet Gaz and the Captain on the tarmac to wait for the plane into Sakhra.

“Mornin boys.” You nod, leaning against a crate waiting to be loaded into the aircraft.

“Well someone’s chipper this morning.” Gaz teases, pulling his flag embroidered hat on.

“Yeah chipper to get this shit over with.“ You chuckle, shaking your head.

Price glances at both of you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That's the spirit, lads.” Sarcasm coating his tone.

"Hope i’m not too late." A voice suddenly says from behind you, causing you to turn your head in surprise. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes lock with a familiar gaze.

"Alex?" You utter his name, a mixture of shock and disbelief coloring your voice. It has been five long years since you last saw him, “You’re the other agent?”

“Right on time, Agent.” Price nods, shaking his hand, followed by Gaz.

"Well, you've certainly changed," Alex says, turning to face you. Your gaze lingers on his face, noticing the subtle lines etched near his eyes, evidence of the experiences he has endured over the years.

His once boyish features have given way to a more hardened and mature visage.

Gaz, observing the exchange, interjects. "You two know each other?"

You tear your eyes away from Alex to meet Gaz’s questioning expression. "We served together in the MARSOC years back.” You explain, slinging your riffle over your shoulder.

Captain Price interrupts the silence, breaking the reunion. "We have limited time, and the mission takes precedence. Alex, I trust you're ready to brief us on your findings."

Alex nods, his focus shifting back to the present. "I've gathered substantial intel on Al Qatala's operations over the past year, their chain of command, and possible connections with other organizations.” He continues, “We have a high chance to deal a significant blow to their infrastructure and reveal the extent of their influence."

“I like those chances, mate.” Gaz replies, speaking for the whole team.

“Well then, let’s get this show on the road shall we?” The captain heads into the aircraft, followed by the rest of you.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” Alex says, nudging you slightly as you smile back, taking your seat.

When you arrive landside to the outskirts of the compound, you all split up to your respective positions. You and Alex take the entry while Price and Gaz take the perimeter.

“I’ll cover you.” Alex says, as you both stay hidden a good distance from the front gates. Two guards take watch, Al Qatala security forces.

“Moving in.” You say, aiming your crosshairs on the first guard.

With practiced precision, you squeeze the trigger, the suppressed shot echoing softly through the air. The guard drops, a lifeless silhouette on the ground.

Without missing a beat, Alex shifts his focus to the second guard, his weapon trained on the target. You provide cover, scanning the surroundings for any sign of reinforcement. As Alex takes the shot, the second guard crumples to the ground, leaving the area silent once more.

You and Alex approach the now vacant gate, keeping low to avoid detection. “Let’s move.” You motion towards the gates, quickly picking the locks and moving into the compound.

Inside the compound, the darkness acts as your ally, concealing your movements and intentions. “I know Laswell said to expect the unexpected but I didn’t expect this place to be empty.” You remark, switching to your sidearm.

"Wouldn't get too comfortable," Alex replies, his voice low and cautious as he clears the stairs. You follow suit, ascending silently, your senses heightened.

The absence of guards and personnel within the compound raises an unsettling feeling within you. Something doesn't add up. “Delta 4 to Bravo 6, how copy?” You speak over the comms.

“Loud and clear.” Price radios back.

“Stay on standby at the perimeter, compounds vacant” You explain.

“Copy that. Staying low.” He responds back.

You both move with precision, keeping your backs to the walls, scanning each room as you make your way through the labyrinthine corridors.

The eerie silence amplifies the tension in the air, intensifying the need for caution.

As you round another corner, you catch a glimpse of a dimly lit room at the end of the hallway. The faint glow seeping through the cracked door raises your suspicion. Motioning for Alex to stay back, you inch closer, your senses on high alert.

Peering through the narrow opening, you see a group of monitors displaying security feeds from various parts of a large machine.

"They got eyes on something," you whisper, your voice laced with both concern and determination.

Alex's expression hardens as he joins you, his eyes focused on the screens. You both nod a quick agreement and let him kick open the door.

Alex's boot crashes against the door, sending it flying open with a resounding bang. But before you can fully register the impact, a sharp, searing pain erupts through your upper arm. "Fuck!" you exclaim, stumbling backward, clutching your arm.

Alex's eyes widen with alarm as he rushes to your side, concern etched across his face. “Shit, they have this place rigged.” He drops his gun, making you sit on a metal crate.

“I’m fine, Alex. We have to keep moving.” You argue, but it’s no use.

“You’re gonna bleed out. Let me handle it.” He replies, as he rips a part of his sleeve and wraps a makeshift bandage around your arm, applying pressure to stem the bleeding

You watch Alex's face intently as he focuses on your arm, his brows furrowed with a mix of concentration and concern. His movements are deliberate and steady, a testament to his training and experience in the field.

His hands work quickly, efficiently securing the fabric around your wounded arm. The pressure he applies causes a sharp pang of pain, but you grit your teeth, determined not to let it distract you. The burning sensation begins to subside, replaced by a numbing throb.

"Alex, we can't afford to stay here," you protest once more, your voice laced with urgency. The mission hangs in the balance, and every moment counts.

He meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and worry. "The one back up they had already did it’s job, we can afford to spare 5 minutes.” He sternly answers, making you chuckle a bit at his concern.

“Was beginning to think you died after all these years.” You say after a few beats of silence, trying to distract yourself from the agonizing burn of pressure.

“I meant to write you know.” He explains, putting his hands up in defense. “But you know how it is, assignment after assignment.”

You nod, playing with the blood spotted hem of your right sleeve.

You nudge him playfully as he takes a seat next to you on the crate, your voice lightening. "Well, look at you, all grown up and saving the world. I guess it suits you."

A wistful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you engage in this unexpected moment of familiarity amidst the chaos. The pain in your arm momentarily fades into the background as the weight of unspoken words hangs between you.

Alex's lips curl into a half-smile, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. “I went CIA and you stuck to what you know. Wish I was that smart.” He admits, turning his head to meet your gaze.

“Still winded up here. It was bound to happen Keller. You sigh, wincing at the sudden movement jolting through your arm.

The atmosphere between you and Alex shifts, an unspoken tension hanging in the air as your gazes meet. In a moment of vulnerability and longing, he leans in, closing the distance between you, his lips pressing against yours.

For a few precious seconds, the world fades away, and you are lost in the intensity of the moment. The touch is gentle yet filled with a deep-rooted longing that has lingered beneath the surface for years.

But just as quickly as the connection ignites, you both pull away, breathless and wide-eyed. The realization of the situation dawns upon you, a mix of surprise. “Sorry um-“

“Yeah we should get back to the...” You finish his sentence, regaining both of your composures.

With a shared understanding, you push aside the overwhelming emotions and focus on the task at hand.

A/N: If i keep writing this i’ll be writing forever loll. Let me know if y’all want a part 2. Im a sucker for action fics y’all already know 😭

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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One Thing To Always Love | Alex Keller x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "Stop calling me your boyfriend - we got married a month ago!" alex keller x m!reader

summary: you adore Alex, love him something terribly, but when he makes you laugh, you’re reminded why.

tws: swearing

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Alex was on the phone, which was nothing unusual as he often checked in with Farah and her battalion when he wasn’t around, wanting to know how things were going and how they were doing in general, often talking to her for hours; you didn’t mind it so much, relaxing on the bed as you buried your face in an old copy of ‘Animal Farm’, the sound of ‘Hyperdialect’ by Hacktivist playing softly from the speaker on the windowsill. You couldn’t help but to hum along to the song as you turned the page; glancing up to see Alex pausing to smile at you for a second.

“Yeah, he’s here with me, we live together, remember?” Alex hummed. “Yeah, we’re doing pretty well, actually - he’s my boyfriend, Farah, I can’t just… no. No, we’re not giving you our coffee machine - I don’t care if it’s red and yours is blue, it’s our coffee machine.”

You scoffed, doing your best not to laugh as you turned back to your book; Alex was a creature of habit, and he had been calling you his boyfriend for years so it was only natural that he would slip up a few times. Last month, the two of you had been wed, and he was still getting the hang on calling you his husband instead; yet it always made you smile, made you scoff as you tried to hold back a laugh that bubbled in the back of your throat and made your lip quiver as you tried to hold it down.

Alex carried on with his phone call, giving you the opportunity to laugh when he wandered out of the room absentmindedly; it was only a short burst of giggling snorts, but even now, after so many years together, he never did fail to make you laugh. To make you giggle and snort, and that was something you had always loved about him; he could always make you laugh. He could always make you scoff and snort and chuckle and chortle. It was the very first thing you had always loved about him.

You turned back to your book, still humming along, although this time it was to ‘Napalm In The Morning’ by Sodom, and you couldn’t help but to tap your foot along to the beat either as you became lost in the little world confined to the pages; every now and then, Alex would pop his head in, smile at you and watch you for a moment as he spoke to Farah, and then disappear again to another room. He loved to watch you read, loved to see you at peace and to hear your music playing; he loved it best when you sang along, but you never did if he was on the phone. It was the only thing he didn’t like about checking in with his adopted sister.

But he soon returned when the phone call was over, his mood good and his spirits high as he took off his prosthetic leg and made his way to the bed; he flopped down with his head on your lap, staring up at you as you started to gently card through his hair. He didn’t miss the way you smiled when you realised that he leaned into your touch; he couldn’t help but to smile himself, a soft grumble coming from the back of his throat when you scratched his scalp a little.

“You forgot again,” you mused, leaning over to put your book on the bedside table before you looked down at him oh so terribly fondly. A hint of a bitten back smile on your face.

“What’d I forget?” He asked, furrowing his brows.

You raised your brows as you kept your eyes on his, watching the cogs turn behind those pretty baby blues and doing your best not to laugh, not to hold your sides and fall onto your back; it took him a while, but eventually Alex shrugged.

“I don’t know what I forgot.”

“You called me your boyfriend,” you told him with a soft laugh. “And you have got to stop calling me your boyfriend - we got married a month ago! Or did I sign a Nikah with someone else?”

“No, you signed it with me,” he smiled back. “You’re not mad, though?”

You shook your head, leaning back. “No, I’m not mad - it’s funny, and it’s cute.”

“It is?” He asked, genuinely curious.

But you nodded your head, and waited for him to straddle your waist before you pulled him back a bit more so that his chest was flush with yours. “Of course it is! It’s like watching a dog running into a glass door, or a puppy barking at its own reflection… although, puppies bite less.”

He tried his best, but Alex couldn’t bite back his laugh; it was warm against your neck, making you grumble softly as you tried to pull him a little closer, trying to steal a bit more of that warmth as you grinned and laughed along with him for a moment. He could always fucking make you laugh, even without trying, even without needing to.

If there was one thing that your beloved husband had a really good talent and really good skill at doing, it was making you laugh until you were crying and your sides were hurting, hardly able to make noise; just sharp wheezes leaving you as you doubled over. Alex could always make you laugh, and when you needed to be reminded as to why you loved him so much, that was always the best slap in the face that you needed.

“You need to trim that fucking caterpillar,” you told him teasingly. “I can feel it against my neck and it’s tickling.”

“You like my ‘stache,” he pointed out. “You told me, if I ever shaved it, you’d kill me, then you’d kill my ghost, too.”

You pushed him away enough to look into his eyes, grinning. “I said to trim it, Mister Keller, not shave it.”

“Well, go get the scissors,” Alex challenged. “Trim it for me, Mister Keller, if you want it done that badly.”

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unreliablesnake · 7 months

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A special kind of therapy (Alex Keller x reader x 141)

Summary: Alex is stressed and frustrated, but you're more than happy to help him with that.

Warning: SMUT, MINORS DNI. Blowjob, unprotected p in v.

Note: I love Alex, my boy deserves the world. / Check the barracks bunny fics tag for more. / Follow @unreliablesnakefics if you wanna know when I post new stuff, and hit that get notifications button.

Alex knew Price would take the rest of the team away from the base, and so it would be the two of you working on the pile of documents and maps he brought with him. What he didn't expect was you having no idea what personal space was.

You were always there next to him, little finger not-so-accidentally brushing against his every now and then as you leaned above the table to take a better look at a piece of paper. It was clear you were flirting with him, but he tried to ignore it as long as he could.

"We should keep a break, I can't focus anymore. Maybe some coffee could help. What do you say?" you asked as you rested your hip against the table and turned to look at him through your lashes.

It became difficult to resist because his body automatically reacted to your advances, mirroring your flirting moves, then soon his brain began to make him wonder what it would be like to kiss you. Should he say something to prepare you? Or should he just kiss you without a warning?

He looked down at the map in front of him and gently knocked his fist against the table as he thought. You and Price were close, he had seen that the first time you met all those months ago. It wasn't clear how close, though. He didn't want to cross a line by making a move on you, but something the captain said made him think.

"I'm sure she will be eager to help you with everything," he had said, and there was a smile he didn't understand until now.

Maybe he knew you would do this, maybe you were attracted to him since that time you worked together on a mission, but in all honesty, he had never thought about you this way. Well, until now. Until you made a move on him and made him feel all sorts of things he had been pushing to the back of his mind in the past year or so.

He was alone in this office with you, having more than enough time before the others came back, so why not? Why shouldn't he take the opportunity you were offering? So he finally made up his mind and pulled you closer, his lips crushing into yours in a passionate kiss.

You didn't hesitate to sneak your arms around his neck, pushing your body against his in an attempt to make sure he didn't change his mind. But Alex wasn't about to push you away, after all this one kiss was enough to make him feel like a man again, awakening a primal side that couldn't wait to have you at his mercy.

He felt you unzip his pants, your hands beginning to push it down as you sank to your knees. You gently ran a finger along his cock, causing him to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you a little closer to it, ready to force you to take his aching member between your lips.

"That's how badly you want me?" you asked with a quiet chuckle as you wrapped your fingers around him. "Tell me what you want."

"Open your mouth, baby," he ordered you, barely able to wait any longer. You did as you were told, gently taking him between your lips before he eagerly pushed your head closer to his body, making you gag as the tip hit the back of your throat. "You're such a good little girl for me," Alex praised you, easing his grip to let you do your magic.

After all the time he had spent alone, most of it passing with him dreaming about a woman he couldn't get, it was nice to have you like this. You were clearly happy to please him, letting him fuck your mouth relentlessly, and your eyes were locked with his the whole time that made the whole experience even better.

By the time he had you bent over the table, buried deep inside you, he could barely think straight. He was pussy drunk, there was no other way to describe it, but he didn't mind the way your tight cunt could take his mind off his problems. Your satisfied moans were like music to his ears, encouraging him to keep going, to keep fucking you through your orgasm.

Alex wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up against his chest. "You okay?" he asked you, whispering into your ear before playfully biting on your earlobe.

You were a slurring mess by then, but you still managed to say yes, sweetly begging him to keep going and fuck you harder. Who was he to say no to that? So he went on a quest to make you reach another high, all while going after his own climax this time.

He wanted to pull out. He fucking swore himself to pull out in time because he didn't want to take any risks, but he couldn't stop himself. Feeling you come again, your body shaking in his arms made it hard to stay focused.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.

As if you knew what his problem was, you reached for his hand and threw your head back against his shoulder. "It's okay, don't worry."

"You sure?"

With a short laugh you turned your head to kiss him softly, silently telling him everything was fine. "Don't stress too much about it, Alex. Did you have fun?" He hummed in agreement before placing a soft kiss on your temple. "Good. That was the plan."

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adastrael · 1 year

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Cod: mw ii characters as type of kisses (pt.3)

Pairing(s): gender neutral reader / könig, kim "horangi" hong-jin, alex keller, farah karim

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of canon typical violence, talk about anxiety and insecurities

A/N: the last part is finally here! I know most of these guys aren't technically mw2 characters, but I couldn't just leave them out of the fun haha! On another hand, I'm sorry if this seems more rushed than the previous ones, I haven't had the chance to get to know these characters as well as the others yet. Anyhow, thank you for all the love on this series, it means a lot to me! :)

König - "breathy kiss"

One of your favorite things was to share kisses with him. He was always so responsive to your touch, whole body reacting to every slight brush of your skin on his. It felt like he was comfortable enough to show you how he truly felt through them, not even trying to find a way to deny his love. It never failed to drive you crazy in the best way.

If there was someone easy to fluster, it was definitely König. Those times he happened to be confident were limited to when he was out in the field, so during the time you two spent alone together, it wasn't difficult to make him bashful. You tried not to take advantage of his reactions and contain the giddiness you felt when he got into such a state, but it was a feat; he always looked adorable tripping over his words, cheeks a nice shade of red and hands fidgeting as he tried to come up with an answer to you. You couldn't get enough of his shyness, but you made sure to never cross any lines and boundaries you two set up. Sure, messing with him was entertaining, but the most important thing was to never make him truly uncomfortable or upset. Not to mention, you could spend time with him without trying to make him crumble with cheeky words, and have just as a great time — if not even better.

A regular Friday forenoon, the weather was perfect for taking a stroll and visiting the markets nearby your house. There were a few things that needed to be replaced anyways, so you had a good reason to go out, besides the fact that you wanted to enjoy the Sun on your skin of course. Since your boyfriend was back home from his latest deployment, it was natural you wanted to ask him to accompany you. Any chance you had, you wanted to take and spend time with him, especially since he was away from home a lot. However, there was one little problem with that: the company of strangers put him into a heavily uneasy state.

It wasn't correct to say he was terrible with crowds; König always swore he was, but you knew he handled himself just fine. Of course you knew how bad his anxiety spiked when put into situations like that, but from the outside he usually looked like he didn't have a problem in the world — you always made sure to let him know how well he did every time you two went out, no matter what situation he had to ease into. You knew it was difficult for him to read and react to social situations, but he tried his best and you were more than grateful and proud of him. The longer you were in a relationship together, the more often he joined you for outdoor activities, and it made you extremely happy to see him make an effort to become better. And flattered for sure, knowing he wanted to get better at this for your benefit.

So, with the knowledge that he wouldn't say no to you this time either, especially since this would be a short and easy trip, you went to talk to him.

Quickly finding König in your shared bedroom, you softly knocked on the door to get his attention.

"Hey König?"

"Ja?"

"Would you come along with me to the market today?"

Sitting on the king sized bed in his worn out comfortable clothes, he looked so much smaller, no matter the fact that he was a 6 feet something giant of a man. As he started to fidget with his hands a little, gaze directed to the sheets under him, it was hard to resist the urge to join him on the beddings and caress his knuckles to reassure him.

"How far are we going?"

"Just to the end of the street, I only want to visit Dominik's and then Sophia's on the way back."

You knew it was important for him to know exactly where you would be going and who you had to meet, because it helped him prepare mentally in advance. It wasn't a bother to share your exact plans with him in any way, and it made him feel better, so you were always happy to make sure to share the needed information.

After a few seconds of him considering it, pointedly looking anywhere but you, you received a little nod from him.

"Okay."

In your defense, he looked too irresistible sitting there all shy, you just couldn't help yourself; flashing him a bright smile, you skipped over to the bed, gently cupping his face in your hands.

"Thank you. I promise I will be quick."

Leaning in, you intended to give him a chaste kiss, just something to show your gratitude besides words. König seemed to have other plans however: pushing his lips onto yours a little more firmly, he sighed through his nose and made a little sound in the back of his throat. He was usually clumsy when it came to kissing, but this time he seemed to get the handle of things. Pulling back only a few millimeters, gasping for air, then diving back to connect your lips together, his body was slowly melting under your touch, the previous uneasiness leaving him. You loved when he got passionate like this; anxiety absent from his mind, body shivering where your hands wandered, harsh breaths leaving his mouth as he poured his emotions into the kiss. You knew this was a way for him to let all the worries go, to show you how genuinely he felt, and it never failed to make your head fuzzy and heart warm with fondness.

Truly, you could have stayed like that, interwined with him forever, but unfortunately there were still things to do. So, with a gentle hand on his cheek, you managed to pull away. Gazing into his eyes and softly stroking his heated face, König was almost panting into your embrace, quick breaths leaving his mouth and a dazed expression on his face. He really was a beautiful sight to see.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin - "hesitant kiss"

He was confident in every sense of the word. His cocky, sometimes too narcissistic attitude should have been annoying, but it looked good on him, fitting if you got to know him. You never noticed a thing he did without his usual courage, not up until you two got into a relationship. Funnily, he wasn't such an egotistical man when it came to showing affection.

Finally finding the motivation to get up from your place on the couch, you popped your joints after sitting for so long. The TV show you've been watching just ended for the night, and as much as you would have loved to stay in a lying position, you still had to shower and get to your actual bed to sleep. It was better to avoid back pain after all.

"Where are you going?"

Looking down at the voice, your boyfriend was blinking bearly at you from between the pillows, clearly having just woken up. He always offered to keep you company while you watched your shows, even when he himself wasn't interested, but that sometimes resulted in this; him sleeping peacefully next to you, tucked under the blankets and pillows. You didn't mind too much to be fair: he was quiet when asleep, the opposite of what he was like when awake. You didn't mean it in a bad way of course, he just had a habit of commenting on whatever you were watching, often making you slightly irritated. Lucky for him that he was good at making it up to you, so it was hard to stay mad at him for long.

"Taking a shower."

"Come back."

You almost laughed at the way he reached his arm out towards you, then let it uselessly flop back onto the couch. You barely understood what he was mumbling, but you had the routine of these nights to help.

"Sorry baby."

"Why not?"

"We can sleep in our bedroom, you know?"

"Please?"

It was rare he begged, so taking pity on his pouting form, you sighed and turned your body back towards him.

"Fine. But what do I get?"

"Come here."

Plopping yourself down into his open arms, Horangi leaned up with the intention of kissing you. Before you could appreciate his affection though, he stopped suddenly, just barely before your lips could have met in the middle. His body went still under you, eyes more awake and blinking uncertainty up at you.

"It's okay, go ahead."

At your soft encouragement, he seemed to come back to himself. Blinking a few times he moved, finally cutting the distance between your lips short.

You knew he was insecure about the scars adorning his face, as much as he tried to hide it. Horangi always acted confident, no matter what he did or who he was with, but when it came to showing you who he really was, sometimes he seemed to shrink into himself and try to hide. You weren't giving up however; he's been doing much better with showing his love openly for you and not letting his insecurities get in the way of his actions, so you were proud of him for trying. You knew it wouldn't get solved from one day to another, but he has already given you much to love and believe. It was only a matter of time before he was his usual self-assured self when it came to kissing you too.

Alex Keller - "passionate kiss"

Any chance he got, he managed to make physical contact with you, one way or another. A hand on the small of your back, an arm across your stomach, forehead resting on your shoulder; you name it and he has done it before. This might have been because of the fact that he spent a lot of time away from home, but physical touch was simply just his love language really. Besides, you didn't mind how touchy he was, enjoying the closeness just as much as he did.

Thankful for the previously cut up vegetables on the wooden board, you turned just in time to catch your boyfriend entering the house. Closing the front door behind him, Alex looked a little rugged; he's been mowing and watering the lawn all morning, so it wasn't anything you haven't expected. Still, the sight made you shake your head with a fond smile, directing him to the bathroom upstairs for a cleanup before he even considered touching and dirtying you. He complied easily enough after some good-natured banter, promising to come back down clean a few minutes later.

Just as you were ready to put every ingredient into the pot placed on the stove, two strong arms wound themselves around your middle, pulling you into a solid chest behind you. As kisses found their way onto your neck, you couldn't help but laugh at the feeling of a mustache tickling your sensitive skin.

"Alex! Come on, you know that tickles!"

"But I'm clean now, so it's free game!"

"No please."

Slightly pulling away while giggling, you turned in his hold and laced your arms around his neck.

"You might be clean, but I have a soup to cook. If you distract me, lunch won't be ready anytime soon."

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

At his cheeky reply, you let one of your hands hit his chest gently, shaking your head at him. You couldn't deny how happy you were however, a smile ever-present on your face.

"It would. Now, let me work please."

"Just give me a minute."

Before you could reply, his left hand came up to hold your face tenderly. Leaning down, Alex kissed you, silencing whatever protest was on your mind at that moment.

Humming into his mouth, you reciprocated immediately, not caring too much about the food behind you anymore. As you deepened the kiss, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his, you let more of your body weight rest against him, making his hold tighten slightly. His other hand soon sneaked up from your waist, grasping into your hair lightly. He made sure not to pull and hurt you in any way, he was just anchoring you to himself even closer — more securely. It was a habit of his you learned to love very quickly, and he wasn't one to bother hiding how much he enjoyed it every time either.

After a few minutes have passed locked together like that, you finally pulled away and put some distance between the two of you.

"Don't think I will let you get away with this."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Farah Karim - "forehead kiss"

Constantly fighting wasn't an easy thing, not for the body nor the soul. After days, weeks of being on the field and putting up with everything happening around you, it wasn't a surprise when relaxing and letting go became difficult to anyone who has experienced it. For her, it seemed especially hard, but with your help, she found there was a way to calm the storm inside her.

Your girlfriend wasn't big on showing signs of affection in public and you didn't blame her for that in the slightest. As a Commander and highly respected soldier, Farah had a front and reputation to uphold, and there wasn't really a place for being openly emotional. That didn't mean she didn't love you, and you always got reassured by the little things she did for you — waving when leaving from base, giving you a subtle nod to let you know something, sending you a little smile in a private way. It was hard to stay loving and affectionate when operating a whole Force, and you understood it enough to not demand anything she couldn't give or do.

Routinely, when Farah finally came home after a long period of time, it took her a few days to ease back into a calm state. She was always level-headed, out in the field or in everyday life, but all the fighting took a mental toll on her. She didn't like to let you know when she was doing bad or just had a difficult time getting used to the quiet and calm of home, but you always noticed anyways. It wasn't hard: when you know someone as deeply as you two knew each other, it was nearly impossible to miss signs like those. Fortunately, you had a good way of helping her, one that didn't require more than a little patience and your love.

"Love?"

You stepped into the bedroom while calling out for your girlfriend, putting a mug on the nightstand.

"I'm here."

Feeling her presence behind you, you turned and greeted her with a smile.

"Can I read to you?"

It was usual for you two to end up under the soft covers tangled up together, but free just enough to read one-one book by yourselves. It wasn't unheard of either that one of you offered to read aloud, because both of you found it calming and a good way to spend time effectively together. Now, Farah had a slight frown on her face, visibly considering your offer. Her stance was still stiff, gaze often darting back and forth in any room she stepped in. You understood of course; she was barely back from a long mission, it was tough to get back to your usual routine. After a few seconds though, her expression softened and with a nod, she closed the door behind her.

Turning around, you made quick work of the sheets and pillows, laying down in a way your back was still propped up onto the bed frame. Grasping a book you were half finished with, you opened your arms in an open invitation.

"Come here."

It didn't take long until you were both comfortably under the blankets, legs interviewed and her head on your shoulder. The room was quiet except for your soft words, and within minutes, Farah was breathing steady next to you, body finally relaxing.

It went like that for some time, and when you went to turn the page and start a new chapter, her voice stopped you.

"Thank you."

Untangling herself a little, she pulled herself up and gently kissed your forehead. It was unhurried and entirely chaste, just like her kisses usually were; in this form, they meant more than anything else in her book, and by default, in yours too. Sensing how grateful she was, you gave her a warm smile, and with a gentle hand on her back, you directed your attention back to the book in your other. It wasn't long before she was snoring softly against you, quiet breaths rhythmically hitting your chest.

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The Heartbreak Prince (Alex Keller x f!reader)

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

Be a good girl for me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing happened.”

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

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

#alex keller #alex keller x reader #echo 3 1 #call of duty #modern warfare #mw2 #mw3

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 3 months

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What once was.

Alex Keller × Reader. ( Code name/ nickname: Boomslang)

Your heart broke when he decided to follow someone else, now you have the chance to prove to yourself you don't love him anymore.

Warning: spelling or grammatical errors.

- NO.

- Excuse me?

Everybody in the room looked at you, you never complained or went against your Captain's orders but this time you needed to.

- Y/N, it's not a suggestion, it's an order.

- I know, and I'm sorry but I can't do it Sir. I refuse to do it.

Price made a movement with the head to indicate to the boys to leave the room, Soap smirked and whispered at you «You're in serious troubles little one» while Ghost and Kyle dragged him out of the room.

Price wasn't happy but neither was angry, he knows the reason for your refusal to follow the plan. He pointed to the chair in front of you.

- Listen Y/n, I know this is hard for you, I know how you feel about this situation but I think it's time to make peace with the past. You have to learn to separate the job and the feelings.

You can't believe what you're listening to, but you will try to escape this situation.

- That is what is all about, are you trying to give me a lesson? I learned my lesson very well Sir, there's no ne...

- Good, then take this mission as the opportunity to prove to me you left all behind or you will stay at the base to make boring inventory and paperwork. You decide.

Fuck, for a moment you considered the idea to stay at the base, it's better than see that idiot. Alex Keller, the man who broke your heart, the name that provoked you nausea and made your blood boil, He fell in love with Farah and stayed with her 'to help', how kind and considerate of him you thought, you weren't in a relationship but fuckin hell, it was clear that you loved him, everybody noticed it even you thought he knew it, you realized that In fact he didn't, he told you he wouldn't go back with you and the rest of the boys because he would go wherever Farah went, that was the end for you, you say goodbye to Alex and never spoke to him again, he tried, you were like his best friend but you never attended his calls or replied to his messages, you were depressed, distant and distracted, your mind was everywhere but here in the present, Price and you had a serious conversation about it, he sent you home to take a few days, weeks or months. You went back after three months, those three months were full of food, alcohol, mountains, rides in your 1970 red maverick until you decided you wouldn't risk your career and place with the 141 just for a man.

That was a long time ago, you're better now, and like Price said, this was the opportunity to prove it, not only to Price, you will prove it to yourself too.

The helicopter left you far enough from Alex and Farah's location, you walked for almost one hour until your radio issued a sound.

- Echo 3-1 and Kilo, reporting.

Ah... Fuckin hell, you can do this Y/N.

- Here's Boomslang, arriving at your location Echo 3-1.

- Copy.

And there he is, smiling at you as if nothing happened, calm down, breath, as soon you finish your job you will go home, it's easier to say it than do it though.

- Y/N! How long!

- Keller, Farah.

You smiled kindly at her, it is not her fault and you won't blame her or treat her wrong, she returned the smile and both started to talk, poor Alex, was in silence nodding and barely speaking.

- Well, Price told me someone stole your resources and sent me here to support you so... I'm at your service Kilo.

- I appreciate the help, It should be easy, Alex will put some smoke grenades around, just as a distraction, you will cover me, once Alex drops the last smoke grenade, you will join us

- Sure, let's do this.

Farah is actually kind, smart, brave and pretty, you're excited to be in action with her.

- Good, Echo, let's go.

She started to walk leaving you and Alex behind. You walked in silence until he started to talk.

- Why are you being so cold? I haven't seen you in awhile and I was expecting a little more enthusiasm or something.

- Echo, let's focus on the mission, you actually should be further than Kilo and me, since you're the one who will drop the smoke grenades.

You were right, he went back to the silence and Walked faster, you thanked the universe for being on your side and didn't make you spend much time with him, It is easy to focus on the job but you realized it wasn't easy to think about the fact that Alex will want answers, an explanation about your attitude, you weren't ready to talk about the feelings you had for him and how heartbroken he left you.

- Boomslang to Kylo and Echo. I'm in position, ready to clean your path.

- Here's Echo 3-1, I copy you Boomslang, I'm ready too.

- Kylo to Eco and Boomslang, let's have some fun, good luck.

All was quick, you discovered you worked really well with them, the job was done with no setbacks, Farah thanked you and left you and Alex alone while she was on a call with Price.

- You're a great sniper y/n...

- Thanks.

«Ahhh...» he exhaled with annoyance.

- Okay, I... I can't with this. Now that the mission is done, will you please explain to me this attitude, you... Became a fuckin stranger and it's unfair... I...

- Unfair? You think I'm being unfair? You... Stayed here, in this place without considering our friendship or my feelings, you're the one who decided to leave me behind.

You're not yelling at him, you're not sad, you're being cold, after all, those are the facts, he didn't care about you.

- You're the one who abandoned me, you erased me of your life, I tried y/n! I called you, I texted you, I tried and you never replied! Now that we're face to face, tell me, tell me what makes you hate me so much, come on, tell me!

You're so angry that you're not considering the consequences of your actions or words, your anger is boiling.

- Do you really wanna know?

- Yes, please!! Say all you want to say!

- Fine, I hate you because you left, I hate you because you broke my heart, I hate you because you fell in love with someone else who actually is too busy to notice you, I hate you because I showed you my feelings in every chance I had and you never saw it, I hate you because I loved you with every little inch of me, loved you so much that all my body hurts!

The tears appeared, he tried to hug you but you pushed him away, this is not what you planned, it was supposed you wouldn't lose control, you took a deep breath, he stayed in silence, just waiting for you to calm down, you dry your tears And turned to face him one more time.

- I'm... I'm really sorry y/n, I can swear to you that I didn't know about your feelings. Please forgive me, if I knew I wouldn't...

You interrupted and smiled at him the best you could.

- It's fine Alex, don't say more. I just hope at the end of the day you feel happy with the decisions you took that day, I really mean it... I learned to live with a broken heart, I hope you learn to live with the memories of what we once shared, because that won't ever come back.

«Boomslang, the helicopter is landing, hurry up!» your radio spoke. You took your backpack and looked at Keller, there were a lot of emotions in his eyes you would love to run and hug him one last time but no, you started to walk, and just how he left you once, it's you who leaves him this time.

#141 x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #long reads #x yn #alex keller x you #alex keller x reader #alex keller #fanfiction #farah karim #x reader #reader insert #alex echo 3 1

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nrdmssgs · 6 months

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You weren't supposed to laugh

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My submission to @glitterypirateduck 's Alex Keller Challenge November 10-19 Promt used: №27 You weren't supposed to laugh Pairing: Alex Keller x Reader TWs: no Friends to lovers, fluff, confession.

"You're an egoist, Alex Keller," he mutters irritated to himself, fastening his pace, almost running, ignoring cold heavy water drops landing on his head.

How long did he knew her? Five years? Or seven? How long does he have this hopeless crush? Five years? Or... Yes, he was done for from day one. She had this certain warmth surrounding her, a serenity that contrasted sharply with the intensity of Alex's work. The world could descend deeper into a chaos, but she remained a constant in his life, a pillar of support, he selfishly was afraid to lose. So Alex Keller, the devoid of fear Echo 3-1, kept his mouth shut, just holding on to her, even as a friend only.

"A coward!" His insults are spilled through gritted teeth. Alex was ready to risk his life again and again, but didn't have the courage to confess his feelings. The stakes seemed too high, his chances - almost non-existent. Why would ever decide, he was the right guy for her after all?

He was almost never there, when something bad happened to her. Alex didn't hold her, when she had to put down her old dog - he was on the other part of globe, fighting. He didn't distract her with a movie night and snacks, when she had to wait for a result of a quite serious medical test - he was sleeping in a transport between two missions. He wasn't even there to cheer her up, after her project, she worked on so hard, got rejected - he has just taken the car to a service station and was walking out of it on his two. She didn't specify in the first place, when would the presentation take place, but Alex feels terrible for not asking her every week, every day, if necessary, when is the D-day for her project. And because of that, he found out the bad news per phone call.

She sounded exhausted. She was never a whiny type, but this time Alex heard tears in her voice. Too much effort was put into this work, too many sleepless nights. It broke his heart to hear her like that, and he panicked.

"...Useless dumbfuck." He stops for a moment, replaying their call in his mind.

For some reason he decided, he needs to make her laugh at any cost. Maybe it was the pain in how her 'hey, can you please talk to me for a few minutes?' sounded. But Alex was lost. At first, he tried his stupid jokes. As many as he could remember. When it didn't help - he switched to imaginary scenarios.

"Hey, you know, what would be funny? If you brought a soldier on your presentation! So that every time, your clients interrupted you or paid more attention to a view outside their windows - the soldier would harshly snap at them. 'Following every single letter of this debriefing could save your life, private!' or something like that..." Alex doesn't really control the words leaving his mouth as long as they make her laugh. And he actually succeeds, because in a few moments she starts to chuckle. So he goes on, telling her, how would her day would go, if she was followed by a military guy in a full gear and a death stare ready for anyone, who is about to cross her path.

"He would scare others off, you know?"

"With his glare or with his guns?"

"With his bizarre hairstyle. You know how your hair start looking after a week of constant sandstorms?"

Her laughter is a light, tinkling melody to his ears, reminiscent of wind chimes on a breezy day - light and refreshing. In reality, its the only thing on his mind every time, he has to endure through another sandstorm on deployment.

"... and at the end of the day he would escort you home and salute you."

"Wait, and a payment? I wonder, how much would it cost to hire such a guy for the day."

"Payment? Don't turn a beautiful act of an altruism into some banal deal! Dunno, maybe a forehead kiss?"

For the next ten minutes they discuss military payment strategies, barely containing laughter. When they say goodbye, a random phrase escapes his lips.

"Love you so much."

She laughs once again. Something deep inside Alex shrinks. He doesn't even hear her saying 'bye' - every other voice around him get silenced by a sinister noise - a symphony of shattered hopes and distant echoes.

He's an egoist to keep her in the dark, not shoving her his true feelings for ages. A coward, who could never open his mouth, even when the moment was right. A fool, who just blurted this confession out of nowhere in the middle of a joke. She didn't understand, he meant it, and Alex can't blame her honestly.

And now he runs to her place like a dog, running after a car carrying away his favorite person. He is desperate to the point, that he can't even start thinking, what would he tell her, once she opens the door.

So when he sees her tired, yet surprised face, his first phrase comes out as awkward as the confession itself.

"You weren't supposed to laugh."

She looks at him startled and confused for a few painfully long moments. As Alex understands, how puzzling that sounded without the whole context from his mind, he runs his hand through his wet hair and shakes his head.

"Alex? You're ok? I-I wasn't expecting you!" She drags him in her house and takes off his wet jacket, so calmly, as if he hasn't just said some complete nonsense.

And at that moment Alex understands: for two long he stayed in his very own trail of thoughts, his own context. She definitely deserved to know more about what was going on in his head. He no longer had the right to keep everything quiet for years and then dump such strange conversations on her.

So he touches her shoulder softly.

"Hey, don't bother hanging up my jacket. I might need it in a moment, if I sre-"

"Alex, you're scaring me! What is happening, why are like this?" A worry in her voice stings him with guilt. But he proceeds, ignoring raindrops still rolling down his face and under the collar.

"I know, we were playing around on the phone today. And I was incredibly happy to cheer you up. But the last thing I told you... You weren't supposed to laugh. Because I meant it. And before you slap my face for being such a mess - I know, it sounded as a part of a joke. But it wasn't. It wasn't for the last I-don't-even-know-how-many years. And if you give me a chance - I am ready to confess it properly. But if there's no need - I'd better just take my jacket and see myself out."

As he fell silent, the world around them seemed still. His eyes, always so attentive and kind, when she was around, looked deeply worried. Alex felt vulnerable, everything in him screamed to keep her by his side at any cost, to turn this all into yet another joke, so that she calms down and stays his friend at least. But Alex didn't let these feeling get better of him. He waited patiently and obediently, not daring even to breathe in.

She turned away, and hung his jacket on a hanger.

"You won't be needing this anytime soon, Alex."

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hina-hina · 1 year

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do you have any hcs about a possible (cod) alex x f!reader 👀? this man has me on a chokehold and can't get enough of him

Hello friend! I am loving the new Alex requests! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Only about 20 requests left!! Once I get through these requests, I have a lot of fun ideas about some new stuff and maybe starting a series! We should see...

My last post flopped hard because I used the wrong tags for König .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

This work is not beta read!!

→ COD Masterlist

|| Alex General Headcanons ||

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, General Headcanons, Blurb, Angst, Comfort, Crying, Morning Fluff, Short

Warnings: Angst

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

So, I wrote a couple Alex general headcanons in my last Alex post

But I'll try to elaborate some more about some little headcanons with a little short blurb written at the end

So, first of all, I imagine he takes super good care of his facial hair

Like I can see him using oils and such

Have you guys seen that TikTok about the guy talking about how he makes his chest hair soft so it doesn't bother his girlfriend? Yeah

Like I said before, he is super respectful

He probably smells really good (while off duty, not is the field obv...)

I can see his as growing up in a rural community and preferring that setting as to the city

I think he is one of the only COD boys that can cook

And he likes to do this often for you

Super gentle

Early riser, loves to wake up early and cook you breakfast

Has nightmares and likes to lay his head on your chest as he calms down

Bonus points if you run your hand through his hair

Prefers to let you trim his hair

Clingy drunk with you but more of a rambunctious drunk with others

Wanted to teach you self defense and gun safety so you could protect yourself more effectively

Him saying "Yes ma'am/sir" to you casually .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

Gives the best hugs

His love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

Ok, now for the sleepy blurb:

Alex was gone on assignment a lot. It was a fact that you had to accept before you ever entered a serious relationship with the man. He made sure to express to you how important his work was for him, trying his best to prevent any potential future arguments. You were understanding, you told him it didn't matter as long as you could be with him. You stuck by this, pushing down the ache that came everytime he had to leave again.

Yesterday, he told you he had to go on assignment again. He gave you as many details as he could but it did little to ease your worries. He said he didn't know how long he would be gone, that he had to go halfway across the world. You forced a smile and assured him that the two of you had to make this most out of this last day.

So the two of you made dinner, and talked, and laughed. He managed to make you forget that he was leaving.

The next morning, you woke up first. A rare thing not to be taken lightly. So, you laid on your side and stared at Alex's sleeping face in the orange sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. Seemingly on its own, your hand goes straight to his hair, running gently through it. He woke up slowly, eyes squinting out at you as a soft smile graced his lips.

"Good morning, baby."

You smile back, hand continuing to gently separate any knots they found, "Morning."

He moved further into your hand, humming in quiet satisfaction. With reluctance, he turns his head to check the time.

"Gotta' get up soon so I can get to the briefing in time."

Your smile immediately dropped, hand pausing. Alex immediately notices, eyes furrowing, "What's wrong?"

You force a smile and shake your head jumping up to move toward the door, "Nothing! I'll make you breakfast before you leave-"

"Hey-" He latches onto your wrist before you can move too far, "Talk to me."

The sheer look of concern on his face was what finally broke you, tears brimming in your eyes. His concerned look deepens as he shuffles to the edge of the bed to place both hands on your arms, softening his hold.

"Honey..."

"No, no, I'm-" Your voice breaks as a sob tries to climb its way up your throat.

He immediately pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly, "It's okay, your alright." He holds you until the sobs come to a stop, leaving gentle kisses along the crown of your hair. You don't need to say a word before he begins talking softly, "I know its hard when I have to leave."

"I'm sorry," you mutter after a minute, sniffling, "I know what you do is important."

He rubs your back, "Doesn't mean it doesn't suck."

"Yeah..."

He pulls back, gently lifting your face up to look up at him, "I'll always come back to you."

You can't think of any words to get across how thankful you are, how in love you are with this man. You jump up and kiss him, trying to convey all the feelings words can't describe. He seems to understand, immediately kissing back.

He pulls back after a few moments, eyes soft as he gently rubs your cheek, "Let's go make breakfast together."

"That sounds great."

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rascal-xo · 11 months

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send in y’all’s Price/Ghost/Soap suggestions |My requests are open for any other kind of fic suggestions as well!|

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mlmxreader · 11 months

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Armies Scorched the Land | Alex Keller x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: iM NOT DONE

“Will our deeds be remembered?” - alex keller x m!reader

no mcd please 🥹🥹🥹

summary: war spreads like disease, and as far as you and Alex are aware, there isn’t a cure for it.

tws: death mention, graphic depictions of war, swearing, smoking

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Sitting on the wall, you were painfully aware of the decaying corpse before you; how armies had scorched the land so terribly that it still had great weeping wounds, and how the air was still dense with smog from the constant fighting. You swallowed thickly, too hot even with just a shirt and your trousers on, and you turned to Alex as you took the bottle of water from him, taking a harsh and long swig that made you cough; for the first time in a long time, in far too long, there was now silence. Yet the brave black-backed shrikes did not sing.

Otters would not return to the rivers, all the fish had died or had been caught by soldiers and eaten. Long-tailed marmots would not scurry across the now broken and desolate wasteland. Flowers would never grow again, the soil too infected with blood. War had spread like disease, and everything infected with it, had died. Once beautiful landscapes filled with life and wonder were now barren and scarred; scorched and charred. Armies had killed everything. Soldiers had left a clear path of destruction everywhere they had gone. Yet when facing death, they were all alike in the end.

It didn’t matter who was wrong or right. It didn’t matter if they were rich or poor. It didn’t matter who they were serving. Foe and friend buried together amongst the rubble and the shit. There was no good or bad, no higher or lower moral ground. Only boys and men who had perished for the sake of nothing; only soldiers who had lost their lives for the sake of politicians. The one thing that the politicians did not want was commonplace; if one soldier found another from an opposing side, he would offer him water to drink. Something to eat if there was anything. A coat when it was cold. Mercy. Humanity.

As much as they had tried to beat it out of soldiers during training, humanity would still prevail. When fighting a pointless and vile war, humanity was just about the only good thing to be found anywhere. A country on fire, countless and irreplaceable lives lost. You looked at Alex, and you sighed as you prepared yourself to ask the one question that nobody ever wanted you to ask; the one question that could destroy a soldier’s will to fight within less than a few seconds.

“What was it all for?”

Alex wished that he had an answer, that he somehow knew more than you and that he could simply shrug and reassure you that it was all worth it for some reason or another; but he had seen what the war had done, he had seen the bodies and the beautiful landscapes turned to corpses. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, and he shook his head. He didn’t know. He would never know, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to anymore; the war had spread like disease, and there had been no cure.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I don’t think it was for anything.”

You turned your attention back to the landscape, looking at how once proud and glorious trees, so filled with life in the summer that they would sing with the breeze, had become little more than sticks of charcoal; black and burned as if mourning the death of the landscape. Broken and battered, unable to sing anymore, unable to so much as hum with the breeze. Their once long and thick arms would no longer hold up bird nests or squirrels, and would no longer be the envied home of caterpillars. Chaos at the front had turned to a crowded graveyard of any and all life that could have been had.

You lit a cigarette, and passed the water back to Alex. “How unlucky of us.”

“Huh?”

“We’re alive,” you pointed out with a cynical scoff. “We have to carry the burden of seeing… this. Knowing that every sacrifice is in vain, and every price paid of a mile is simply lost money.”

He nodded slowly. “But at least we’re still alive.”

“For now,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It’d be kinder if we’d been killed… the things we did… those boys who died… will our deeds be remembered? Will theirs?”

“Don’t,” Alex sighed, shaking his head. “I might love you, but if you keep talking like that, I’ll throw you off this wall.”

You dared to smile as you playfully shoved him. “You know I’d be happy if you did - means I won’t have to keep going through this bullshit.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he swallowed thickly as he put the water bottle aside for a moment. “You shouldn’t talk like that, no one knows how pointless and stupid this war is more than us, but please… don’t talk like that.”

You shook your head as you huffed. “Alex, you know me well, but…”

“But I also know that once your head’s in something it doesn’t come out of it,” he sighed, moving a little closer and daring to put his arm around you. “I know you don’t wanna fight anymore, I don’t either, but… we have to keep going, how else are we gonna make it home?”

“In body bags.”

“I mean alive,” he growled, shaking his head.

“I’m not much good for soldiering anymore,” you pointed out, swallowing thickly as you leaned into his side, your arm around his waist.

Alex shrugged. “You’re always good for me, though… c’mon, we should find the others, anyway, before they start sending out dogs to sniff us out.”

Reluctantly, you stood, but you didn’t let him go as you fell into step beside him; both jaded when it came to the war, neither of you realised that it had infected you, too. You didn’t want to continue fighting, you didn’t want to see more corpses on the battlefield, more scorched earth, more charred bodies of trees and flowers. You didn’t want to see more warfare, more of the country set ablaze by soldiers.

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leoronyx · 1 year

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Ik yall r crazy over that ghost calf massage video

They are meow coded (real)

Alex hc is just him being reassuring towards people he's close with. GIVE THIS MAN SOME AFFECTION

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crystlizabeth · 6 months

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I'm madly in love with Alex keller I need that Pringles man biblically

honestly I will take anything with top!reader I know he whimpers and I would love to hear it

fem, masc, gn, you have free reign have fun <33 I literally just need to top that man

praise (reader giving) maybe? as a treat?

Whats wrong baby?

Alex Keller x Shadow!femreader

Summery: Just some fun with Alex after a successful mission.

Warnings: non established relationship, lieutenant reader, cursing, use of mommy, praising, top!reader, bottom!alex, not properly proof read!

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It’s was a successful mission to say the least Graves had put you with Alex and of course you didn’t protect he was fun to work with. With a mission finish it was now time to celebrate The shadows had invited Alex and his partner in crime Farah but she declined leaving Alex with you guys. You’d be lying if she didn’t make you a tad bit jealous, for one she was gorgeous and strong and with the way that brunette looked up to her and at her..

Not that you really had to worry but you’re just a girl. “Ya’know Keller I thought you’d head back with y’er girlfriend.” One of the shadows spoke your eyes looking over to alex watching his response.

He chuckled nervously his hand rubbing the back of his neck “she’s not my girlfriend.. but I thought I hang back catch up with y’all.” He answered.

You smiled a little his eyes catches yours when he said he was here to catch up, not with them of course but well, you.

He’d missed you, your soft hands running down his chest and you whispered in his ear. His soft whimpers as you kissed him tenderly, “what’s wrong baby?” You teased, your lips kissing the bottom of his happy trail.

Alex shook his head “Sensitive.. god.” he drawled. His hands were tied above his head as he sat his back against the headboard of the bed.

“Where? Here..” you asked innocently kissing the bulge of his jeans.

His body shuttered, you let out an amused chuckle. The effect you had on him was like no other, he would worship you and you did him except you wear mean with it teasing his until he would cry begging to feel you.

You laid on your stomach as you stroked him his cock twitching in your hands. Your saliva and his cum are the perfect lube letting your hands glide up and down so smoothly. His sweet moans were music to your ears head dropped from the overstimulation making him spill over the edge “Please.. Please Imma cum..” he whimper his brows frowning.

Your tongue ran up his length and of his tip slowly your lips attaching to him only to release with a pop, “Hm? Is that how you ask handsome, common tell mommy what you want.” you spoke a pleased smirk displayed on your lips.

His legs started shaking going to close on you but your hand held him down, “Open your eyes and look at me Handsome common, ask me.” you whispered.

“Please, please may I cum.. Mommy, please let me cum,” he begged in a whiney tone his blue eyes meeting yours for approval. With a nod that's all he needed before his balls tightened a pretty moan slipping through his lips.

“Yeah that's a good boy, that's a good fuckin’ boy.” you praised your hands milking his cock for the second time.

With his head hung low you let you hand prop his chin up your your finger “you think you can go another baby?” you asked eyeing his tired stated.

“I can.. I can I— I wanna feel you please..” he babbled.

You moved on top of him your thighs on either side of him his face still remains resting his your hands. You kissed his face moving his hair out of his face it sticking to him because of the sweat. “You're doin’ so good handsome,” you spoke both of your eyes meeting one another. God, he was pretty.

You untied his hands guiding them to your hips. “You ready for me?” you aligned yourself with him.

“Yes ma'am.”

His hands squeeze your hips as his cock began to slip into you. A soft moan came from your lips feeling him fill you up, his face falling against your bare chest as he whimpered from the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. “God I've missed you..” he spoke.

He missed you, he missed how you fit him so well how you were made for his cock nobody else would have him like you did. Your hips moved as you held onto the back of his neck his beefy arms holding you close. “Fuck Alex.” you clawed as his neck.

You missed him, being with him at this moment made you hate the job because you were never with him. Your bodies intertwined as you fucked him a mess of your arousal made a mess on his lap.

“You were made for me.. Just you..” he spoke his voice softy but still whiney.

“Just me,”

“Im all yours.. Fuck I'm all yours.” he cried out his face in the crook of your neck.

“Your all mine Alex,” you dragged on.

Leaning back your hands held his face “Your mine.”

His eyes never left yours as he nodded, this wasn't just pillow talk anymore but the feeling that had been building up for years.

“Please cum with me..” he spoke gently.

“Do you wanna cum in me, baby?” you asked a smile on your face.

“Mmhm! I do please can I cum in you.” he asked your name leaving his lips.

Your hand grabbed a handful of hair pulling his head back “you better cum then.” you spoke your orgasm finally hitting you as your ride him.

So he did his fingers digging into your thoughts as he came in you.

Your body fell against his your arms wrapping around his neck holding him in a hug his arms soon wrapping around your waist. The two of you be a thing heavily, coming down from your highs.

Minutes had passed the aftercare process soon finishing, the two of you sitting in front of one another he watched you as you pulled your shirt back over your head. His gaze had never left you even as you both cleaned each other up, your pretty hands needing as his legs massageing them.

You felt his hand touch your face causing this to look up at him “yeah?” Your voice soft a sweet.

“I meant what I said, I'm all yours.. I want to be all yours.” he said his thumb creassing your cheek.

“Alex..” your tone warning him.

You both knew that this, what you two had could be nothing more than just a casual fuck. Even with the heavy feeling that you both shared and made worse every time he held you close. And that was no different than that night. Him holding you in his arms as you traced his chest, the love you two shared would always be put on hold.

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A/n: it's kinda short but I hope you like it it my first time writing for Alex ill get better at writing for him trust.

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writeforfandoms · 1 year

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My first shot at writing Alex, and he’s a wee bit feral in this one. Because why not. Also, these two do know each other, but I’m just dropping you in without a lot of background.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, imminent threat on life, threat of explosives, reader is having a Very Bad Day.

Italics is speaking in Arabic.

Word count: 2.1k

Alex x f!reader

You’d been in Urzikstan for two days, and were scheduled to be there for a few days more. You didn’t think it would a problem, since you were staying in the quieter parts of the country.

You were wrong.

Someone had clearly fucked up advising how volatile the situation was, because you went from talking to one of your sources over lunch to a hostage situation. Half a dozen armed men held up the entire patio, shouting to each other.

One of them looked at you and sneered, and your heart plummeted. “An American will make a good sacrifice,” he said, stalking over to you. Your contact cowered a little away from you - not that you could actually blame him.

But you still closed your eyes when the barrel of a gun kissed your temple, warm from the sun.

Hands grabbed you, forcing your arms behind your back, wrists bound too tightly together. You opened your eyes just in time to be shoved away from the table, towards one of the men. You stumbled, and he grabbed your upper arm, hauling you with him.

“What–?” you started to ask, only to gasp in pain when the man nearly wrenched your shoulder of its socket.

“Quiet,” he growled, pulling you harder towards an unmarked van. You shook your head, half in denial, half pleading.

But there was no mercy for you as you were shoved into the back of the van, the door slamming shut behind the man who’d grabbed you.

You opened your mouth to try asking a question, and coughed as a rough wad of fabric was stuffed between your lips instead. He tied it tight behind your head, uncaring.

“We have what we need,” he said over your head to the driver. “Let��s go.”

The van pulled away from the restaurant, and for a moment you wanted to panic, to cry, to do something.

But it wouldn’t help.

Instead you closed your eyes and thought about Alex, how that silly mustache tickled when he kissed you, that syrup-sweet smile after drinks the last time, the warmth of his skin as you fell asleep next to him.

The realization that you may never see him again was a cold wash down your spine.

But you didn’t give these bastards the satisfaction of your tears.

The van stopped sometime later, and the man hopped out first, reaching back in to drag you out into blinding sunlight. You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust, eyes watering.

“She is still conscious?” a new one asked, stalking over to the man holding your arm. “Fool!” The new man raised his gun, butt towards you, and you had a single moment of fear before he hit you, hard, and you knew no more.

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Alex really kind of liked Urzikstan… apart from the parts where he got shot at, and sworn at, and had things thrown at him. Other than that, it was a great country, with some great people.

But if he never had another op here, he’d be thrilled.

“Alex,” Laswell greeted over the phone. “We’ve got a situation.”

“What kind of situation?” He glanced around, wary.

“Al-Qatala has taken a hostage. American press.”

Alex’s stomach dropped all the way to his boots. No. No, there was no way. “Who?” he asked, a little hoarse.

Laswell read off your name, and Alex’s blood froze. “We need her back alive.”

He swallowed hard. He’d have a chance to get retribution later. He needed to focus now. “Location?”

“I’ve got a chopper ready to take you most of the way,” Laswell informed him. “This needs to be done quietly.”

“Roger that.” Alex took a deep breath.

“Keep me updated. Watcher out.”

Alex had about two seconds to feel fear. To panic. To give the ugly emotions their moment. And then he stuffed it all down, because he needed to be alert to get you out of this alive.

He restocked everything he needed, and then some. Because he was going to get you back. And he was going to make every single bastard who’d taken you pay. Dearly.

The rhythmic thumping of the helo had him jogging outside, and he hopped up into it the moment he could.

“We’re gonna have to drop here, sir,” one of the two Marines aboard told him, holding out a tablet with the location marked in green. “She’s at red.”

It wasn’t terribly far, really, all things considered. But it was too far for Alex, his heart still thrumming with the need to get to you.

“Understood. You two coming with?” Alex grabbed onto the netting as the helo took off again.

“Yes, sir.”

“We do this quick and quiet. I don’t want her being put in an active hostage situation. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Alex settled uneasily for the remainder of the flight, trying hard to stay focused. It wouldn’t help to think of what state you might be in, if you’d been hurt, if you were even still alive–

“Just about there, sir,” the first marine piped up, and Alex was grateful for the imminent drop.

His feet hit the ground and he was off, trusting the two marines were behind him. He paused at a corner, back pressed tight to the building, listening hard. Nothing. A quick peek showed nothing - no people, no movement for ways. He slipped around the side of the building, advancing carefully, pistol in hand with suppressor attached.

The first AQ to fall didn’t even see him coming, a quick knife to the throat keeping him silent. Alex swallowed back the first rush of vengeance, of satisfaction, and continued forward.

Another fell beneath his knife. Three moved out of a building, chatting amongst themselves, at ease. His lips curled and he nodded to one of the marines behind him. All three fell within moments, not given enough time to raise the alarm before bullets pierced their skulls.

They were getting close now, or they should be, based on the intel. Alex paused, glancing at the two men.

“We’re gonna start clearing buildings,” he murmured, keeping his voice low.

“Copy,” both murmured in reply.

One nod, and Alex was off, checking all his doors and corners as he made his way inside. One more AQ, then two in the next building. Nobody had had a chance to raise the alarm.

One more building cleared. More bodies left behind. But the vengeance singing in Alex’s blood wasn’t satisfied, not yet.

He dropped another AQ, the two marines fanning out. And then he stopped.

You were alive. Blood crusted over part of your face from a cut over your eye, the skin puffy and irritated. Your hands were bound behind your back, shoulders pulled tight. But your eyes… your eyes were open and clear and terrified.

The bomb strapped to your chest beeped once, and started counting down. Alex whirled to see one of the AQ a marine had taken down was not actually dead yet. A headshot corrected that, but the damage was done.

He turned back to you and swallowed hard.

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“Okay, sweetheart.” Alex holstered his pistol, approaching you slowly. You tried to steady your breathing around the gag still stuffed in your mouth, though you couldn’t help the tears slowly leaking from your eyes. “I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” Gentle hands tugged the gag down around your neck, and you immediately gasped in a few breaths.

“Go,” you gasped, tugging uselessly at your hands. Your wrists were already chafed raw, but you barely felt the pain anymore. “Alex, go.”

“No.” Alex crouched in front of you, gaze flitting over the bomb strapped to you. “You two, outside,” he barked without ever looking up. “Keep the perimeter clear.”

“Yes, sir.” Two marines slunk outside, one giving you a last pitying look over his shoulder. You swallowed hard.

“You don’t have time,” you argued softly, trying hard to blink back tears. You wanted to see him unimpeded before… before.

“I have time.” He kept his voice pitched low and soothing, hands moving around to your back to feel where the bomb had been fastened. His lips curled in anger, brow furrowing. It was locked on pretty firmly - you knew because the two who had strapped you in had laughed about it.

“Just go,” you whispered, yanking one more time at your wrists. Something warm dripped from your fingers and you gave up. “Just go, Alex.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you.” Alex rested his hands on the outside of the bomb, carefully checking wires.

“Alex–” You stopped yourself, biting your lip. He was stubborn, sure, but he could be reasoned with. You just needed to be reasonable. “Alex,” you started again, slower, softer. “How much time is left on the timer?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He clenched his jaw, pulling a pair of snippers from his vest.

“It doesn’t make sense for you to stay.” You kept the same tone, staring at him, trying to get him to be reasonable for once in his life. “You should go. We don’t both need to–” You stopped, unable to say it. A lump settled in your throat and you had to swallow twice to get it down. “Please, Alex.”

“Told you.” He separated the wires, confident and even. “I’m not leaving without you.”

“You’re not getting yourself killed for me.” You sniffled, wiggling your fingers.

“Neither of us are dying today.” Alex sounded a bit like he was trying to bend the universe to his will by sheer force of personality.

“Don’t make a girl a promise you can’t keep.” You let your head fall back a bit, looking up at the cracks in the ceiling. Your lips felt chapped, dry from hours of being gagged with no water.

“I love you.”

You froze. Very slowly, you lifted your head again to look at him. He hadn’t even looked up at you, still focused on the wires.

“Say that again.”

His lips quirked into a little smile. “I love you,” he repeated, as if it were that easy. He snipped a wire. Just one. You barely even heard the snikt over your racing pulse.

“You absolute bastard,” you breathed, watching him sit back with a sigh. “Now?”

“Figured I might as well.” He flashed you a grin.

“You…” You trailed off, staring at him, and then craning your neck to look down at the bomb. A bright red “0:07” showed just how close he’d cut it. “Alex.”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Get over here so I can kiss you.”

He laughed, low and quiet, but obligingly leaned in to kiss you. But he kept it chaste, pulling back before you could even try for more. “Later, sweetheart,” he promised. “We’ll have time later. We need to get you out of here first.”

He moved around behind you, a sharp inhalation his only reaction to the sight of your wrists. Another snip, and your hands were loose and hurting like hell.

“I need the bolt cutters, Jimenez,” he said into his radio, one hand resting on your shoulder to help steady you.

Jimenez jogged in, holding out the bolt cutters to Alex. He smiled at you, easy and warm. “We’ll have you outta here in no time,” he assured you before shifting his attention back to the door.

You felt it when Alex cut through the padlock, the straps loosening around you. A few careful movements and a handful of seconds later, Alex had the bomb off of you. Suddenly it was a lot easier to breathe.

“Alright, sweetheart. Up we go.” Alex carefully helped you to your feet, holding you steady when you swayed. “We’ll get you bandaged up real soon, I promise.”

“I know.” You blinked rapidly, holding tight to him as you found your equilibrium again. “I can make it.”

“I know you can.” He smiled, warm and approving. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“What about that?” You eyed the bomb left on the floor with no small amount of fear.

Alex’s smile shifted, something bloodthirsty peeking out. “Oh, that? Well, it was a nice gift, but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to return it.” He winked at you, looping one arm around your waist to help steady you, scooping up the harness of the bomb in the other hand.

“Hey, Alex?” You timed it right as you rejoined the two marines. A little payback for his earlier stunt.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

Alex stumbled, and the two marines looked away. You smiled serenely, tightening your grip on Alex. You still had a long ways to go before you could kiss him the way you wanted to.

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