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Days in Verdansk (Part II)

Before I let you read I wanted to thank both @alypink and @onehornedbeast for giving me permission to use their OCs. I hope I can portray your characters well <3. The fanfic is also in AO3

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(Dividers by @saradika-graphics )

[Part I]

Words count: 5433

"Are you sure he will talk?" Gaz turned to Eden; it had all in all been a fairly easy escape. Baranov's men had not noticed their leader's sudden disappearance, no car chase. The mission had been perfect.

"He knows he has to, right?" The brunette looked at the man handcuffed in the chair in front of the group, literally afraid of the three in front of him, Eden, Soap and Gaz. Simon was in the corner, he would be used in case the oligarch did not want to talk and heavy artillery would be used.

"You just have to tell us if it is true what they say and the date of the famous attack" Price laid his hands on the shoulders of the man, who began to whimper like a desperate child.

"I don't know anything, I already told you. I would have no reason to lie" Baranov began to tremble, a classic sign of someone who was lying big time. Soap, with Price and Eden's consent pulled some photos out of his pocket.

They had been taken by an MI6 contact days earlier, Helen had delivered them in Baranov's sketch file. The contents were a meeting that had taken place between the man and Makarov, amiably sitting with the financier's family talking about "business."

"We know you and the asshole have business, you just need to tell us where it is mh?" The Scotsman leaned forward toward the Russian, who looked at those present with cold sweats.

"I...I only talked about money, I don't even know what this Makarov guy does. It is the truth I swear."

"You're lying, we're not stupid," Gaz turned to Eden, who with a tape recorder in hand started a conversation just between Baranov and the Russian terrorist.

"9 миллионов рублей, я могу дать вам это, а вы взамен нападете на стадион"(" 9 million rubles, I can give you this, in return you will attack the stadium"

"9 миллионов рублей - это мало, мой дорогой Баранов, 15 миллионов мне кажется более разумным"("9 million rubles is a few my dear Baranov, 15 million seems more reasonable to me.")

That was overwhelming evidence, Baranov was trapped.He did not even try to reply, he just remained silent, looking down.

"Then we can do this, you will tell us the truth and we will help you in return. You don't want your wife and child to come to a bad end right?" Eden decided to make a deal; she knew that Makarov scum had threatened the tycoon. Baranov could rot for him, but it was not the same for his wife and son. They were innocents entangled in a business that was not their business.

"What do you say captain? Can we give a guarantee?" The woman looked at Price who nodded, Eden could sense Simon's look of pride behind her.

"We can, if he speaks of course" Price, arms folded waited for Baranov to speak.

"Okay, that conversation is true. We talked business but I didn't think he was serious."

"You fucking liar!" Soap grabbed the man by the shirt, with veins literally invading his forehead from nervousness and stopped by Gaz and Price.

"Boy we're not going anywhere like this" then Price looked toward their target "you better tell the truth or I'll be forced to call my most trusted man. And believe me you're not going to like it" John turned to Simon, who uttered a murmur of assent, pulling out one of his many knives.

"Ehy ehy, what do you want to do? Please don't kill me. It's a lie, I financed Makarov for the attack so that I can then win the election" trembling like a chick Baranov finally revealed his disgusting plan. The five exchanged a complicit glance, before Eden, tape recorder in hand grabbed a chair and sat down in front of him.

"Now you're going to tell me exactly the same things, detail by detail so that then this will finish whoever it is 'kay?”

"Good work Spectra, I congratulate you. Your grandmother Helen was right about you being reliable" Price shared a cigarette with the young MI6 agent, apparently that night the captain decided to opt for something light. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were deciding on who would guard Baranov first. They would then turn him over to the Verdansk police the next day, evidence in hand.

"My grandmother is always exaggerated" Eden softened a smile "in the end I was the only one left for her."

"Family is always something to count on"

"Nostalgic?" Eden had noticed the wistful tone in which the leader of 141 had pronounced that sentence, he knew someone was waiting for him.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? If you talk to me about family like that I think you really miss the person you are talking about. Alyssa right?"

The captain sighed, eventually with all the information MI6 had it was a given that Eden knew everything.

"I think she is the right woman for you, John, and she is also very talented. She could be a good addition to the team."

"Yes, definitely. I saw how you and Simon got along" the captain seemed to knead his words.

"Don't worry John, I won't distract Simon."

"He's the best of my men."

Eden must have sensed that the captain feared a woman like her might distract the lieutenant. After all, Eden's fame had gotten around in the military/espionage camp.

"But I know you are reliable, maybe you could help him."

"Just this John?" Extinguishing her cigarette, Eden raised her arms and did some stretching before patting the man's shoulder.

"If I wanted to get Simon in trouble, I would have done it a long time ago. Say hello to Alyssa for me" the woman turned and walked away, much to the annoyance of John, who shook his head from a distance.

"We've decided to swap me and Gaz" Johnny clicked his tongue, immediately Eden turned to Simon, who did not seem to understand why Gaz and Soap were insisting either. Eden had an answer: they wanted the two of them to spend time together. Which she appreciated, but at the same time she didn't want to cause any trouble for Simon with John, after all they were still on a mission.

"I'm going to bed, these heels are starting to bother me" she took a deep breath and kicked off her heels. With a quick good night to the two young sergeants, Eden reentered the room, Simon and his strong arms holding her in that possessive way. They needed some privacy, and the lieutenant was in contact-hungry mode.

"Those two are diabolical" he blurted into her ear, his lips quivering with that hoarse laugh. But Eden only loosened the embrace, leaving him puzzled.

"We need to talk" her tone grew somber; did he want to be with her? He should have known what she had been holding inside for so long, how it had been one of the many causes of the end of her relationship with David, her ex-boyfriend. Talking to Price however had made her realize that maybe Simon, with all the baggage she carried, deserved better. A complete woman, not a doll whose shards could barely stay upright.

"Come on, Eden, you can say it" the young woman told herself, summoning all her strength.

"I cannot have children, or rather, I have a malformation in my uterus that prevents me from carrying pregnancies."

Simon remained silent, a little shaken. I mean, this was a pretty big revelation, not something like stealing candy from the supermarket. Maybe that was what Eden would have wanted.

"Yeah right?You didn't expect that. But I understand, I'm not the perfect woman."

Did she feel relieved? Yes, a weight had been lifted. And she was also ready to be told that their story had to end there, that she would eventually understand if he had already mentally prepared himself for a family with many children.

"I...Jesus."

"I'm sorry" was the 'only thing she managed to get out of her lips as she sat on the edge of the bed. The mood of warmth and joy was replaced by an almost bone-penetrating silence. Funereal in some ways.

"Whatever you decide I only want your happiness Simon" turning around the raven-haired woman looked at him wistfully. He would be neither the first nor the last to be frightened by the prospect of that future, as always.

April 5th, 11:00 a.m.

The last piece of the battle suit had been put on, the announcement of the bombing had come like a bolt from the blue. That asshole Baranov had been true to his word, the Inner Circle had attacked the National Acropolis Arena, taking advantage of the local team's weekly game, and the group was preparing at that moment.

As for Eden and Simon, they had not spoken, or rather, they were at a stage where, after what had been revealed, they had very little interaction. But the looks were there; Eden would have liked to take her own head and bang it against the wall rather than admit that yes, she had been hurt by Simon's reaction. She would have preferred an "I have to think about it" to an "I...Jesus" in that dramatic way, but she was asking too much. In her condition, she certainly could not expect to be understood.

"I don't think anything is missing" the woman announced to Soap and Price, checking her equipment, she would go with them and Corporal Burns by jeep to the Red Zone, Simon was with Sheperd by air, they would watch from above and give cover from there. Gaz had to return to London urgently, the current situation was a risk for Britain as well, since Baranov had revealed that the Inner Circle was targeting London as well.

"I hope the damage is minimized" Price got into the jeep with the three of them, it was ironic how everyone in the cockpit knew that the situation would surely be dire, but still the captain tried to be positive.

"I don't like you being so tight-lipped, Spectra" Mactavish had noticed how cold and sometimes distant Eden had been the last few days.

"If you want, I'll dance a reel to make you happy" the brunette looked out the window at the situation, from a distance she could see some kind of smoke surrounding the stadium. The situation was worse than they had described.

"Golden Eagle to Bravo-6. Security confirms gunfire and at least one explosion in the stadium with multiple casualties, over" Shepherd announced to the quartet over the radio. The medical bulletin was devastating, multiple fatalities, and Makarov would not stop there. At that moment, he would strike the VIP section of the stadium.

"He's not that smart to decide to hit the VIP area" Eden said as she got out of the jeep and loaded her assault rifle, her mind preoccupied with the mission at that moment. Simon did not need to get inside her head; there were lives to save. At least the ones that could be saved.

Screams, people running in fear of being killed, an apocalypse of ammo and despair. The area that had once been a source of joy and fun was now a distant memory.

"Burns cover me!" Eden called for covering fire, firing to the right while the corporal took the left. The two gave friendly assistance to Soap and Price, who were trying to get Makarov. According to the updates, the leader of the Inner Circle was hiding; the police seemed to have a considerable advantage, though the number of wounded and dead suggested otherwise.

"John!" the brunette threw a mag at the captain and continued firing, it was almost impossible to try with so many innocents standing between them and the enemy.

"Spectra in the store!" Soap suggested, entering and continuing to clear the area with speed and skill. Everything seemed to be going according to plan, the terrorist group retreating, until the MI6 spy's eyes stopped on something she had not expected, or rather, had never wanted to see. Crawling on the ground, Alfred, the old man she and Simon had met on the plane the day they left London for Verdansk, was reaching for the lifeless body of his wife, Irina.

Why? Why did this have to happen?

"Сукин сын"("son of a bitch") one of the terrorists put a bullet in the head of the poor old man, who died with his head resting on his wife's chest. Eden unloaded all her mag at the terrorist, arrived too late but had killed the bastard. It was not justice from an external point of view but for her it was. She had arrived too late to save them, the pulse of both of them had stopped beating.

No one deserved such a death; Makarov would pay dearly for it.

"Eden" Price called her, realizing the situation had shaken her quite a bit, the brunette stood up, overtaking the captain and Soap. Catching Makarov was her only goal now and she would stop at nothing.

"Watch out, he might be in the area," John signaled to the three as soon as they arrived at the parking lot, in stealth mode the trio of Eden, Soap and Price looked around until an ambulance tried to run them over: it was Soap who opened up after they managed to dodge and found none other than Vladimir Makarov.

"Bleeding Jesus, it's him" the Scottish sergeant after telling Makarov to keep his hands up noted his presence. The first thing Eden thought was to punch him, she wanted to see him suffer in a slow and painful way.

"Get up" she reached for him and ordered, making the man smile with all his nastiness.

"No less than the famous Spectra, I must be very special for this treatment."

"Shut up before I won't let you see the light of day" Soap reached out to his teammate, he too had realized that Eden was at a moment when she could very well kill him in cold blood.

"Afraid captain?" Makarov was brought out of the ambulance by the Scotsman "you should"

"Shut up"

"Get on your fucking knees "Soap handcuffed him, for Eden he was supposed to die there. Die a slow, cold death but apparently he had other plans Price.

"It all sounds like so much fun to me, usually I know you're very talkative" Makarov, pushed by Soap toward the exit of the parking lot turned to Eden, Christ what an urge she had to put a bullet in his mouth.

"I have more useful things to do Vova" the brunette then looked at herself with Price.

"Keep an eye on him, Soap" Price called to Johnny, raising the parking garage door together.

"Spectra go ahead with him, we'll give you cover. The chopper will be here any minute "As they exited, the three members of the group plus the terrorist began walking down the street littered with various vehicles. Several members of the Inner Circle tried to stop them but eventually arrived at their destination. Eden did not even deign to look at Shepherd, and especially Simon, treating him almost as an outsider. Did he really expect her after that reaction to look the other way?

"Simon Riley" they all climbed into the helicopter Makarov of all people pointed his attention to the famous lieutenant, the legend about his exploits was also spun in Russian terrorist circles

"I expected you to stay in that airport and die."

"If you want to live I do not advise you to threaten my men, Vladimir " Shepherd took the floor, with Eden putting her gun to his temple.

"Go ahead and speak, I assure you it's a miracle you're here already.”

Frowning and amused Vladimir looked toward Shepherd "Are we on first name basis Herschel?" below both Soap and Ghost asked about the plan the Russian terrorist had in mind.Who gave his attention to the MI6 agent next to him.

"This."

"What do you mean by this?" Price until then silent took the floor, Eden did not have a good feeling but the more the asshole talked the more they would solve the problem.

"This is amazing, you're dumber than you look"

"I asked you a question" Ghost approached menacingly, he was beginning to lose patience too but it was all a tactic, the man was using his psychological tricks.

"You should be careful on the inside too, right Spectra?" The terrorist was aiming now to make Eden lose her patience, he knew something was tormenting her and using this tactic was bearing fruit.

"I'm not that stupid, give us those names. You're already with one foot in the grave" at what the woman said the man burst out laughing "What time is it? "the Russian then used another of his enigmatic tricks

"What does that have to do with what time it is?" Shepherd spoke for everyone, who was wondering the same thing.

"Time is all general, we will remember this moment."

An explosion, that was the surprise Makarov had in store for the group. He had calculated it all, that's why he had said those words, Soap at what had happened could see no more. He grabbed him and pointed the gun at him, slamming him to the floor. Price and Eden tried hard to stop him.

"Mactavish calm down."

"I'll blow your brains out, Makarov, you heard me. I swear to God I'll do it" the Scotsman didn't give up, it was ironic how Eden also wanted him dead but that now it was she who was calming the waters when before it was Soap himself who was doing it for her.And Makarov was also inciting him to do it, threatening him.As if he knew that Price's words that he could do nothing now were useless

"I thought you were the good guys "after the situation calmed down Makarov was put away from Soap, Eden sought Ghost's gaze. Makarov would rot in prison but at what price?

"You did a great job, I'm proud of you" Ghost whispered lightly in the raven-haired woman's 'ear before sitting down next to the prisoner waiting to return to the mother base.

Mother base 04:00 pm

Tensions were high, in short, after the extensive damage and deaths caused by Makarov, the situation had escalated. It was for this reason that Eden, by unanimous decision, would interrogate the Russian together with Alyssa Martinez, CIA agent and partner of John Price, through a program created by Special Officer Martinez that functioned as a lie detector.

"The arm" the brown-haired woman invited Vladimir to cooperate, who had his full attention on Eden, who took a few puffs on a cigarette as she waited. The rest of the group was behind the glass wall that separated the interrogation room in case anything happened and to record it.

"He'll talk and if he doesn't we'll take turns" Price looked at Ghost and Soap. Simon was very worried, of course he didn't show it, but he wanted to talk to Eden. He needed to clear things up after everything that had happened in the last few days.

"Shall we begin? "Eden, after Aly set up the equipment, sat down in front of Makarov, whose face showed amused frown lines.

"I like being interrogated by you, how is your brother Agent Martinez?"

Aly looked up, completely ignoring the terrorist's question; it was all his own psychological trick.

"You know it doesn't work that way Vladimir" Eden interrupted, there was a moment of silence, the only sound present was the computer recording the heartbeats. Cold and emotionless, Eden had to forget what had happened in the stadium. She had to forget the faces of Alfred and Irina, embracing each other in death.

"So? We know Baranov funded you, but we have information about other attacks, you know you'd better talk to me," Eden drew on her cigarette, threatening him, the polygraph began to register an increase in beats to 50.

"He's tense, the epidermal activity is registering an increase in tension."

"We've got him, keep going" Price followed Alyssa's words; it only took a few more seconds for Eden to have him in front of them. If he didn't talk, they would get tough, otherwise known as Simon, and he would get tough.

"You should be wary of the enemies within MI6, Spectra" Makarov seemed cooperative; he was neither the first nor the last to say that.

"That's nothing new, but if you want to help, you have to give me the names."

"Names? I don't have any names, why should I?"

Eden unscrupulously went to touch the back of Vladimir's right hand with her cigarette, who seemed unafraid despite the odds against him.

"You know your ass is now going to end up in a sewer for the rest of your days" Eden stood up and whispered in his ear "Speak up because I swear if you don't I will wipe that fucking smile off your face and you know very well I am capable of that"

"Oh yes I know, I know about the torture you endured in South America. You learned your lesson well."

It was anger that made her pick him up and bang his head on the table, startling even Aly who was concentrating at that moment. Simon had a bad feeling that Eden was taking it too personally.

"Captain we need to stop, Eden."

"We're about to get the answer we need Lieutenant" Price tried to reassure him.

"I would have done worse myself" Soap also gave his idea, to join the group however came Shepherd in the company of Laswell. Seeing that scene was not pleasant for the general.Shepherd was not very friendly with Eden, for him she was not the best choice to use in an interrogation. Too young and inexperienced for his taste.

"You want names? Why don't you ask your superiors, didn't your grandmother teach you? "Makarov was grabbed by the neck of his shirt by a completely senseless Eden.

"Listen carefully Vova, I won't tell you again. The names, you made innocent people I cared about die, give me the fucking names before I kill you with my own hands!"she blurted out, releasing him and pacing back and forth. She needed her damn tension ball. She was crossing the line.

"Stop everything, it's not in her. She looks like a high school girl," Shepherd ordered Price; he and Laswell were not on board at all. Makarov was not going to talk unless it was the hard way.

"General, I don't think so," Kate also tried to reason with him.

"I said get her out, Ghost take her place" the General ordered the Lieutenant, "Spectra you can go, Lieutenant Riley will take care of this. Agent Martinez you may stay" Herschel then relayed the decision to Eden through the microphone.

The brunette literally had him in her hands, with her intervention Shepherd had ruined what she was working on.

"General, this is not a good idea, Eden and I work well together" Alyssa stood up for the MI6 agent, who just shook her head in amusement before looking at Shepherd.

"Whatever you want, General, do what the hell you want" her expression changed quickly, showing no emotion before she walked out. She literally saw Simon in front of her, his eyes, though hidden by his red glasses showing all the concern he had for her.

"Eden."

"Good luck, Lieutenant Riley.”

She had heard Makarov's screams from afar; Simon had gone pretty hard with the interrogation. She had not moved, however, she had preferred to sip that tea that tasted like piss rather than go back in; she was angry, disappointed in herself.

In the condition she was in, she had not even known how to interrogate an enemy, something she had always done very well. She didn't know what the heck had gotten into her, but it had been enough to shut her down.

She also wanted to call her best friend Chloe, explain the situation, but probably as it was she would have gotten on the first plane to Verdansk, and in a place devastated like that she didn't want her to arrive, and most of all she didn't want to bother her.

"I brought you something to eat" a quiet, soothing voice turned Eden around "it's not the best but you should eat."

Smiling Aly handed her a plate of stew, how they cooked at the base sucked but right now food was a bit of a comfort.

"Thank you" she gladly took the plate, making room for the girl, who stood with her to watch the sunset. She almost found comfort in watching it.

"Did you go out for Shepherd? Do you also feel disgust toward him?"

"Yes, he did not behave well toward you. I wanted to punch him in the face" Aly's reaction made the woman smile-how could John still have doubts about her?

"These Americans think they are gods come down to earth, I really should have punched him like I did Makarov"

"I think Simon did the rest, he's not in great shape."

Simon...how she missed him, if only she wasn't so stubborn that she wasn't the first to apologize she wouldn't have thought about it.

"Do you miss him?" Aly's words placed one of her hands over her shoulder, which she did not utter, however, hinting affirmatively at her answer.

"You know it's a bit of a strange time for John and me too, he's very immersed in work and it almost seems to be the most important one. But I'm in love, like a silly little girl."

"Oh please Aly, you're not a stupid little girl" Eden in a very understanding gesture hugged her, she sensed how much she cared for the captain, for John.

"I'll give you a piece of advice, I guess they're done but I can tell you to play it cool. You will see how he will crawl back to you."

She liked to give people advice, even a little crazy advice but seeing the satisfaction in knowing that they had then followed what she advised and then it paid off made her proud.

"I should be less paranoid" Aly sighed, watching Eden then light a cigarette. Nervousness led to the raven-haired woman smoking more than usual, not the best for her health.

"I should not smoke" the attention however of the two immediately switched to heavy footsteps on the asphalt. In front of them, breathing heavily, gloves slightly smeared with blood, Simon appeared. He looked as if he had walked miles and miles.

"We need to talk."

"I'll leave you two alone" Aly stood up, Eden gestured for her to sit back down.

"No stay"

"Please Eden, if only for five minutes" the Mancunian's desperate look brought a kind of resignation to Eden. She looked at Aly, who nodded and encouraged her before leaving them alone. Sincerant that no one was there Simon took off his balaclava, tactical makeup was haphazardly spread around his eyes, even reaching his cheeks from sweat. But his look was one of sincere repentance.

"I'm a jerk, I should have understood "he took her hand, starting to kiss it. Eden would have liked to slap him, a perfect option.

"You are an asshole and also a shithead honestly said" she certainly did not send him a message.

"I know, but I love you no matter what. With or without the fact that you may have children" with his thumb Simon brushed Eden's left cheek, then letting his hand serve as a sort of pillow on which she rested it. Eden closed her eyes, Christ she hate to have feelings. The lieutenant's words, however, seemed sincere, for the first time Eden realized that they were not words thrown to the wind.

"You are the best thing that has happened to me probably since I was born, and I'm not kidding."

"How sentimental we are" Eden lowered her gaze, with a certain satisfaction and joy on her face. Before meeting his hazel eyes again.

"Am I forgiven?"

"Maybe" she joked, before biting her lip lightly and drawing closer, letting their lips meet. She had missed kissing him like that, letting her velvety fingers run through his golden hair. And she had missed him. Definitely.

"I love you."

The blond man's gaze lit up, as if he had seen the Aurora Borealis with his own eyes.

"I love you too."

"And I want to see that idiot explain to me what he finds so good about that fatty meat. He's because probably Scottish" Eden stood up holding his hand, who put his balaclava back on and walked along with her, clutching her hip to reach the canteen where far away the arrival of the soldiers could already be heard.

5 days later

"The bar should be in this area, I won't be long there" Eden got out of the car driven by Gaz, followed by Simon. Through Makarov they had managed to get some names, people anyway who mattered in the CIA/MI6 milieu. There was only one person she could trust besides her grandmother.

"I'll go with you, I don't trust that guy."

"No, wait with Gaz. I'll be fine" the woman looked toward their friend, cigarette to his mouth.

"I'll keep the watchdog at bay."

A short laugh hung from Eden's lips before she left a kiss on Simon's cheek. True, in a job like hers they had to seem aloof but no one was watching so they could be a little themselves.

The scent of hot mid-morning coffee caught the brunette's attention as soon as she entered the elegant café, some lounge and elegant music set the scene.

"Spectra I haven't seen you so smiling since time immemorial" Eden reached one of the many tables, seated there was a man of Japanese descent, long hair in a mix of black and gray and a charming look. Kentaro Hawkins, code name "Icarus" in the field of espionage was known for his charm, but also for his wisdom. He was one of the few people Eden could trust; they had collaborated only once but it had been enough to establish a mutual respect.

"You're getting old Hawkins, but you look good."

"You mean these?" The man pointed to his hair "you know they stand for wisdom. It's good to see you anyway, you haven't changed a bit, always the girl with the ready answer"

"It's a miracle you're alive" the brunette crossed her legs then sipped her coffee in the meantime the Japanese male handed over a file.

"It's a list of suspects, but I'm trying to investigate thoroughly. Those names are from people who matter."

Willard George, Sigmund Hewitt, Karen Vaughn, David Wong

"I'm not surprised there is that bastard's name, with all the contacts he has he can easily have clean hands and have others do the dirty work" unsurprised Eden tucked the document inside her suede jacket. Kentaro looked worried.

"Shepherd, too."

"He is the first one I am investigating, that idiot smells rotten to me" the raven-haired female reassured him.

"You still have to be careful Spectra, I suggest you also investigate within the team in which your boyfriend is also. It is male intuition if you are asking how I knew."

"Male intuition" she teased him.

"He's a good man, he seems like the kind of guy who can stand up to you" Hawkins picked up his jacket, it was to be a short meeting after all. More business than pleasant talk, that perhaps would be more appropriate when the dust settled.

"Say hello to your grandmother for me, maybe I'll stop by as well. If I'm still alive" Kentaro trailed off, for a moment he and Simon crossed paths. The look was one of defiance but also of mutual respect.

"You espionage people are always so elegant, sophisticated" after the agent go moved away Gaz sat down at the table.

"I don't trust him, do you have the list?" Simon turned to the woman next to him, brushing her fingers.

"Better to see it away from here, but the names are big. People within NATO too" Eden's words were certainly not comforting indeed, it meant that the enemy had taken root even within that organization that served to protect such threats.

"But we will stop them, this I assure you."

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What happens in Siberia… (141xReader)

Pairing: Reader x Ghost x Soap x Price x Gaz Rated: Very Explicit Word count: 2.7k Summary: the squad celebrates your first successful mission in their own way. Note: This is just pure filth, just bring me to horny jail at this point. In the same universe as my "Rain or Shine" fic. Reader callsign is "Rain", she's bi and autistic (I am autistic myself). Inspired to finish this wip by the queen @yeyinde and her Body Electric, go read it.

Content: group sex, oral, p-i-v, praise kink, size kink, alcohol, probably some warcrimes, overall canon typical violence

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // <> // PART 4 // PART 5

They are at the end of the world. Far East. Miles and miles of snow and ice and the occasional patch of dark trees. It’s just the five of them: Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and her.

They've been hiking for days now. Camping along the way, never really leaving their heavy gear. All-white winter jackets and pants, the gray of the kevlar vests, the black of their weapons. The blizzard makes everything blur. The cold - deadlier than any heat - numbs the fingers and the senses.

They're used to the humid furnace of the jungle, the burning sun of the desert, but the freezing temperatures of Siberia are seriously undermining their mood. It was the only way to discreetly reach the compound of this Russian oligarch they need to steal intel from. The mission was simple enough : reach the damn place, eliminate everyone in a surprise attack, find the hard drive with the info in it and wait for evac. Simple. The difficult part was getting there without being killed by the cold or the beasts living in those damned icy woods. Soap swears he saw a wolf the size of a jeep. Or maybe it was a bear. Hard to tell when you have to wear a ski mask so your eyeballs don’t freeze in your skull.

When the 141 strikes, they sweep the place clean. The handful of guards don’t stand a chance against them despite the weariness of the travel. They had found an entrance in the sewer system, reached the basement and its concrete walls, but when they climbed to the higher levels of the building, they suddenly found themselves in an imitation of a luxury cabin. Warm wood, white furs thrown on sprawling beige sofas, a fireplace big enough for a child to stand in it. A chef kitchen. Half a dozen bedrooms with king size beds and ensuite bathrooms.

The place is stocked for literal orgies. Champagne and vodka and cocaine - and the drawers in the bedrooms are full of condoms and lube. The kind of place rich assholes spend their winter vacation in when they go skiing in the Alps. It fits with what they know of the owner.

Once they secure the hard drive, and make sure nobody else is alive in there, they all stagger to the living room with a palpable relief. Evac will be there in a little less than 48 hours. Two whole days in Nowhere, Siberia, with nothing else to do except rest in this 5-stars chalet after days of miserable trek in the snow.

“I really need a shower” Rain mutters, and she makes a beeline for the main suite. Ghost follows without a word. When it’s just them and the core squad they don’t bother to hide anymore. It was Rain's first field trip as not just a supply manager. Of course they had her at the back of the group when they breached the building, Ghost the first to break in as usual. She did not even have to fire a single bullet. But she went in with her gun tightly clutched in her hand and her night vision goggles on nonetheless.

They are doing shots. Tsarskaya vodka, straight from Saint Petersburg. The hot meal has been the best she had in months thanks to the freezer of the pantry being full of stupidly expensive delicacies. Price, Gaz and Ghost are sprawled across the sofa, Soap and her are sitting on the plush fur carpet. They’re all down to cargo pants and T-shirts, a blessing after days in those heavy and cumbersome jackets. She could cry at the relief of feeling something else than the wooly inside of her gloves under her fingertips. Her limbs still ache from days of fighting the cold and sleeping on the ground, but the fatigue has been somewhat dulled by the vivid memory of Simon’s tongue between her legs when he dropped to his knees during the shower she took earlier. Her back is warmed by the fireplace, her belly is full and she still feels a bit light-headed from the fight. She wants nothing more than to indulge in the playful atmosphere and the many promises of those two full days of rest with her squad.

“A toast” Price starts, raising his vodka “to Rain - for her first mission accomplished!”

“Please Captain, you make me sound like a damn rookie. I’ve been in the team for a year now. And I’m older than Soap for fuck sake!”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

The easy banter goes on, more vodka burns her throat, she bares her neck and laughs - and Ghost’s eyes narrow with a glint.

Nah, I tell you, you're still a rookie. Oh yeah? I bet you could not think of something I haven’t done that MacTavish has. Easy, you never killed. Not because you never see me do it means I didn’t do it before. (there is a silence) Let’s lighten the mood… ‘bet you never kissed a girl. Come on, I’ve had more girlfriends than you, Soap. Never had a threesome? I did once back in college. Why, you’ interested, Gaz? (it’s a joke - but also not really)

It lasts for a while until Soap grins victoriously.

“You never kissed me.” he beams, even though it doesn't really make sense for the little game they’re playing. She’s too tipsy to care.

“If that’s the only thing to shut you up.” and she leans into him, grabs his thigh for balance and just like that - she kisses him. Her tongue breaches his lips and she can taste the vodka they’re drinking and the sugar of the russian caramel they had for dessert. The kiss lasts only a couple of seconds, but Soap is glass eyed when she sits back down.

Price lets out a low whistle. “Damn, Rain...” “Thank you, Captain.” “John for tonight” “Thank you, John.” she whispers, tone low and suggestive. “I’m gonna get more dessert!” she announces all of a sudden - she had always craved sugar - and she bounces to the kitchen, leaving them all a bit stunned.

Price glances at Ghost. For once, he has no clue how he will react. To his girl openly flirting with others, to his girl initiating something they won’t be able to come back from.

“She decides.” Simon’s voice is even more gravelly than usual. “You follow.” he asserts, and that’s all the instructions they will get from him. It’s clear enough though - she’s the one in charge from there, Ghost trusts them to do as she says, and he trusts her to ask for what she needs.

When she comes back, she sits down next to Soap, leans heavily on him. He brushes her hair out of her pretty face, and she looks at him with intent, daring him to continue what they started. It’s like she provides him with a pool of gasoline, and hopes for nothing more than a spark to light it all and let the fire consume them both - and by a chain reaction consume them all.

He doesn’t resist and kisses her again. She lets him. She even moans against his lips when he grabs her nape. It’s like the match has been cracked, it’s too late now. No coming back from that. The flames are already spreading. Gaz falls on his knees behind her, strong hands on her waist, his mouth against her earshell.

“Is this okay? ‘This what you want?” She breaks the kiss just enough time to answer a breathy yes.

The rest is a blur. Someone removes her T-shirt, lays her down on the fur. Expensive vodka poured into the divot of her navel.

“It’s cold!” she protests with a laugh until Gaz laps the alcohol from her skin with a gaze so sinful it warms her right up.

Ghost is right there by her head, a hand spanning her neck, holding her jaw. Through his mask, he whispers sweet praises to her, walking her through it. Soap is playing with her tits, teeth grazing the gentle curve of her breast before his latches on one of the tender buds. Gaz is laying on his belly, tongue buried in her cunt. She’s still sensitive from what Ghost did just before during their shower, but Gaz is different in his approach, he takes his time, goes slow, licks her clit like they’ve got all night (they have).

He sinks one finger into her then a second. “Fuck she’s tight.” He exhales against her folds, half-wonder, half-worry. “Let me do it.” It’s Price - he’s been hovering around them all, carefully observing, waiting for the right time to step in. It’s not that easy for him, he’s their Captain, even though he had the intuition to forbid her to use his title earlier. But if they’re going to do this, he wants to do it right - right by her. He won’t let her be hurt on the battlefield, no reason to stop caring for her now.

He takes Gaz's place between her legs.

“Open your mouth for me darling.” he croons and he coats two of his fingers with her saliva, presses on her tongue and rewards her with a good girl when she licks at the rough pad of his fingers. Price sinks into her cunt again, gently fucks her with two fingers, scissors her open with an infinite patience. Gaz pets at her clit, circles slow and wide, not enough for her to come, but definitely enough to make her forget the burn of the stretching process.

They take turns making her shatter to pieces only to carefully rebuild her after. Soap takes her in long lazy strokes, before guiding her lips on his cock and she can taste herself on him - it’s enough to make her whimper around his flesh. Price maneuvers her on her hands and knees, grips her hips with large hands, fucks her in powerful thrusts and drown her in praises.

You’re so fucking pretty like this You tell me if it’s too much Fucking hell, you feel so good

She keens and laughs as she comes for the third time of the night. It’s a lot but they don’t stop, not as long as she welcomes them. Not as long as the embers of her desire are still shining gold. Gaz has her ride him on the couch, Ghost holding her waist to help her get up when her legs become too shaky. They work as one, just like they did hours before. They take care of each other in so many ways, it was just a matter of time before such a night would happen.

Ghost is finally shedding the last of his gear - he’s naked except for the mask. The flames of the fireplace frame his devilish figure with an unnatural glow - an Angel of Death, covered in so many scars he looks like he’s been to Hell and back a few times. Muscles rippling fat and strong under his skin, light trails of blond hair leading down to his leaking cock. Rain is not the only one to stare, but she’s the only one he sees, and when she pleads his name, he drapes his body over hers.

One of them has brought back lube from one of the bedrooms. Simon coats his length in the shiny liquid before burying to the hilt into her cunt. Despite the fair share of preparation, she’s still panting at the sudden pressure. Her little pained whimper has them suddenly on high alert. But Simon is handling her with the confidence she can take it, he offers shallow trusts and reassuring words until the burn of the stretch turns into blistering pleasure.

He brings her legs on his shoulders, his arms the size of her thighs, and if she already appeared small compared to the rest of them, Ghost is dwarfing her. Soap is mesmerized by it, how Simon’s dick fits inside her despite the absurd size difference. Ghost moves again and the change in position has him hit that spongy spot hidden just behind the bone of her pelvis that makes her moan and whimper. Johnny had already dreamed about it, imagined it, heard it from the other side of a door, but actually seeing her lips part around cries of pleasure under his lieutenant, it makes his cheeks burn even more than when he was the one hitting the end of her soft cunt.

He’s taken out of his trance by Rain’s pleading voice. Please Johnny she begs - and she begs so pretty he would do anything she asks him - and she catches his hand and brings it just where Ghost and her are connected. When he presses on her clit, she arches off the sofa, and when he keeps rubbing in time with Simon’s thrusts, she comes so hard she drenches his whole hand.

There is a pause in the non-stop sex, someone presses a glass of water to her lips, another digs his fingers into the muscles of her back. She closes her eyes and sighs in contentment, lulled by the soft crackling of the fire and the satisfied groans of her lovers. She thinks they’re all sated, but it’s her Captain - no, it’s John - that cups her cheek and asks oh so gently will you have me again, sweet thing?

How can she say no when he talks to her like this? She’s raw between her legs, delicate flesh all swollen and still wet, and she will regret it tomorrow - will she?. She nods, and he moves her back down on the pile of throws. His rough hand on her delicate neck, he feels the warm pulse of her life - he has her life between his hands everyday, tonight is just more literal. What did he think would happen back when she appeared on base for the first time?

Despite everything, she had survived her first few months with them, had embedded herself so far in their team, she is impossible to remove now. The men foolish enough to try would have to step through their fire. It was inevitable, actually. The squad swore to do anything to protect each other, and it’s even more obvious with her. One could mistake it for machismo, the reality is they do their best to understand what it’s like for her to live in this world made of ongoing threats - coming not only from their enemies but also from the other soldiers they sometimes share their missions with. The revelation that she had killed before - before them - is no real surprise for Price. He’ll ask her more, maybe, when the time is right. When the place they’re in will be no more than ashes and smoke, white and gray and covered in fresh snow.

When they are done, nerves raw and skin too sensitive to the touch, it’s her captain who carries her under the shower, letting the water soothe the last of their fever. Once he’s sure she can still walk, he reluctantly lets her go. She needs to be alone, needs to reset away from their eyes. You alright sweetheart? Was it too much? - Price is suddenly anxious, the pungent bile of doubt pooling under his tongue. Her temples burn, she’s a bit ashamed of what she’s about to say but here in a place that no one knows about and that will vanish from the surface of the earth, she feels like she can admit it, that her secret will be safe, thrown out in the blind blizzard of Siberia. It was perfect.

She steals the largest T-shirt discarded in the living room - Simon’s - before crashing into one of the beds. Ghost materializes by her side, like a cryptid she can’t quite get rid of even if she wanted to. He glues himself to her back. Check-ins and praises whispered in the icy black of the night.

Fucking hell, you were so -so good. Are you okay pet? Didn’t know you had this in you.

She finally falls asleep just as the foggy glow of dawn starts creeping up the dark sky. They still have one whole day and one whole night before packing up and dowsing the place in gasoline, before cracking a match and watching it burn. They’ll make the most of it.

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