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dracobrooklyn · 4 months

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Call of Duty Recommending Writing.

These are my recommendations on these amazing COD x Reader or Oc x Cannon Writing. These are the best of the best :D Light on by @peachesofteal

Simon has a new neighbor. His new neighbor has a baby.

|| MDNI|| 18+

This anthology is just so damn beautiful, when I jumped into the COD x reader train this one was the first one, and I LOVE IT! the writing is so in character of Mister Simon Riley and by god, he still his grumpy self but still minds his manners towards the single mom reader with her baby <3. The relationship between Simon and the neighbor is a slow burn romance and by god it's so good, the way he is soft towards her. Fighting his feelings but letting them go. How he treats the little baby, as if he was father the whole time, god damn it, it's so sweet. There is very much Smut in this, the kinks are just fabulous. I will not spoil much but please read read!! Worth the love and the time spent onto this!!

FATUM NOS IUNGEBIT by @kneelingshadowsalome || MDNI || 18+

{Historical AU. Roman Auxilia soldier!König with his spoils of war gf. Slow burn, romance, violence, fluff, eventual smut, 18+}

König x F!Reader | The soldiers behind him shift with lust – their gear clinks as they devour you with unbridled hunger. The Titan is the only one who looks at you like you’re simply a cute little squirrel who happened to fall from a tree right there at his feet. Then his eyes drop to your breasts, and the familiar hunger that lives in men gives the ocean of his eyes a clouded look. When his stare finds yours again, he's a different man: the treacherous beast of your dreams.

Man on Man... where do I start with this. This is a four Part Story so there is more slow burn romance to eat. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, and Dessert. The writing in this is so good! It's the right amount of character development, the way they use the language barrier in this is so creative and fun! Konig in this is just a treat, brash but loving, he's a man, course he's not gonna be a total prince charming. His interactions with the reader is very spicy and also sweet. The detail into the interactions *chef kiss*. Give me more! The Kinks are real good in this, reading this while curled up in my burrito blanket oof. Please do give this a chance, well worth it!

mafia!John Price x fem!wife!Reader by @cordeliawhohung || MDNI || 18+

All you wanted was to be able to see your husband after a long week at work, but when he stands you up at dinner, that's the last straw. You hunt him down and find him at a club that he owns, where you very quickly learn why he told you to stay very far away from the place. - Or, mafia!Price defends his wife's honor then fucks her in the VIP room <3

you want a fun horny but sweet/steamy Price x Reader one shot. Here have this wonderful snack, it's a big one :3. Just the way the reader was concerned for good ol Mr. Price with being a mafia boss. But then then smut goes in, yis :3. It's dirty but a good dirty! you want a man like John to treat you like a gentleman, this is it! <3

Price x Young Reader by @luvit || MDNI || 18+

This is short but sweet! Just a fun headcannon that the reader who is in their mid/late 20's so this is an age gap headcannon. It's not off portions with the age gap. The description talking about the reader having more energy than him onto their second or third round and he is milked dry oof, and then the reader becomes bratty and he takes the reigns despite his low energy <3 it's good :D.

Fae!Price x Witch!reader by @ghouljams || MDNI || 18+

Hear me out hear me out... fae!price... cool? Cool! The writing in this is so good! Price teasing the reader when the fae try to give you a gift and you know better to. Not giving out their name, or even your name. The Fae know how to be tricksters. And the smut in this, oh it's so spicy! I love it! I'm a slut for magic based writing. especially AU's like these!! Please give them a shot! I know I LOVED.

WICKER PYRE | Dragon!Price x Reader by @yeyinde || MDNI || 18+

All things considered, you should have expected it. You know better than to make deals with dragons.

Ah Ha, you see if you know me (or don't) I LOVE dragons!! Dragons are my favorite creature! I love them, and what's better when you can romance a dragon! I mean come on! Good shit my guy! And I love and accept the headcannon that Price would be a dragon 100% not because of the smoking of a cigar that's the 5%, it's the personality, the vibe, and the voice fits so perfectly. The writing in this is so damn spicy!! How rough and hot it is (no pun intended). The way he teases the reader, ah. Very nice~ please give his a read!

woe to the deer who is courted by the wolf . . . by @toshidou Vampire!Konig x reader || MDNI || 18+

You want Vampire!Konig in your pallet, say no more. Here have this damn meal! The beginning is very silly in a good way! But when you finally come across the man himself, it get's good. I love it when Writers use his German language in the writing, it's adds the mystery where I have to look it up and I go "OH!?". It's so good! I love it! It got that size difference and the a little blood play cause of the vampire thing but please read this! indulge thyself!!

Faint Jingling Brass by @cowyolks || MDNI || 18+

Prompt: There was something about you, something that urged the beast to enter your cottage. It was intrigued, sniffing the anguish of your very soul- and it wanted you.

Krampus!Konig... yeah uh give me the eggnog with the cookies please, this was a joy to read. Totally wouldn't bang Krampus, I don't know what you are talking about. The fact that the reader was totally willing to get punished, you know it's good. Spanking? Predator/Prey dynamic? Yes Yes!! Please read this!!

Your Grace by @cowyolks Prompt: As a loyal soldier to your King, you follow orders without question. So when the King asks you to kneel— you do as told. || MDNI || 18+

Fun fact, if I am correct Konig means king in German. Why not have an AU where Knoig is the king and you are def his favorite. The writing is so damn hot oof! It is in two parts though! And the reading is so worth it. Made me blush and curl up in my blanket as well! Please please read!!

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a-very-bored-blogger · 4 months

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ᴴᵉˡᵖ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᴬᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᴶᵒⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵀᵃˢᵏᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ?! (𝗔 𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗖 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗢𝗗 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰) (part 1!)

Pairings: price, soap, gaz, ghost x gn!reader Summary: Work is tiring, so gaming is more fun. Enter the world of (the game title being too fucking long) and meet people like Gaz, Simon, Johnny, and Price!

Tags: ddlc inspired madness, romance, pining, slow descent to madness, dark taskforce x reader, god this seemed like a fun idea read the prologue here: https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/733340659955728384/%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A8%F0%9D%99%9A-%F0%9D%99%AE%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%AA%F0%9D%99%A7-%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A7%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%98%F0%9D%99%A9%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%A7 (for some reason it won't let me make a normal clickable link.)

Notes: -In-game will look like this!- i did not expect this to blow up. i need more of that. anyways, time to introduce the boys.

-You wake up in a dark room. Your head is dizzy.- The text blurts out as the screen begins in black. You squint your eye before clicking through the next piece of dialogue.

-"Wake up lass." a thick male Scottish accent could be heard.- The dialogue reads out. You click once again.

Then, the screen shows the picture of a man, with rather attractive features, and a sort of mohawk, looking down at you in concern, his mouth agape. In the screen was just his entire face, so you can't see much of his body, staring what feels like your eyes.

Then two choices popped up. Standard dating sim ritual, where any choice will affect your journey.

You choose the first option that shows up, feeling it suits your situation and character best. You clicked once again, only for his concerned look to turn into a cocky smile. -"Brough' yer here. Saw ya passed out in training before. Must've been the intense heatwave."-

The man continues introducing himself as Soap, with the pink box above the dialogue transforming from '???' to 'Soap'. Another two options pop up once again.

-"What the fuck kind of a name is Soap?"- (a)

-"Oh thank you so much!"- (b)

The choices were interesting, both of them enticed you. But you decided to be sarcastic and a bit of an asshole to the man who had just claimed to drag you out of a heatwave.

-"What the fuck kind of a name is Soap?" You ask, your gaze furrowed as he looks at you before seeming a bit offended at first before chuckling. +5 romance points.-

You glanced at the screen, laughing a bit before taking a sip from your glass- a simple choice of your coffee, 2 milks, 1 sugar. Curiosity lingered in your head, as you watch the screen fade into another picture of the Scotsman with a blush on his cheek, seemingly laughing awkwardly with you.

-"Aye lass, I just though Soap kinda rolled off the tongue quite well. In comparison to Price that is- old geezer's just using his actual fuckin' last name.-" The Scot retorted in response. You giggle a bit towards his response before clicking the next tab to view the next piece of dialogue.

His eyes narrowed quite a bit before smiling once again. -"Never took ye for a coffee drinker, I'm assumin' 2 milks and a sugar? All the Brits around here just like their tea.-"

Your eyes widened. There is no way this game could tell what you're drinking. After all, he was just a character you. This is just a coincidence- there is no way this game is an entire Doki Doki Literature Club ripoff right? All the thoughts raced thoroughly through your mind. You can either burn this and move on- or possibly enter a hopeless weird possibility of COD men actually falling in love with you. ("continue?") your brain asks. and you took the leap of faith of shrugging a hot character knowing your usual coffee order, and continued the cursed game. After a few clicks and so, minutes slowly turned into hours. Captain John Price was no longer you imaginary boyfriend- he is your mentor in game. And despite barely passing the training, with a grade of B- across all the training mini games, Price still gives you support. A pat in the back, some words of encouragement. Shame that this indie game doesn't have a budget to create voicelines, that would've made you even more delusional.

You have yet to meet Simon and Gaz in your 2 hour long playthrough, but the sun flashing through your window should be enough of a reminder that your time with your fictional boyfriends are enough. "I'm going to miss you guys." You uttered, pressing your pointer and middle finger against your lips, only to put it on the screen. And once again, a 'coincidence' happened once again. -"Love, I'll bring you over here one day to show you what a real kiss looks like."- Price uttered, before you briefly see his avatar blinking at you. You gasped. Yep, this is way too much game time for today, and you are hallucinating. Slamming your laptop lid directly, you took a deep breath and emitted a scream. "God, real life men can't make me scream like that."

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y0ucanbemydaddy · 20 days

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Ghost being horrible💕💕

This is a post for @a-x-o-l-o-t-lb-i-t-e-s

Ghost was horrible to you, straight up toxic but as he looked at you dancing with a man that could make you just so happy he couldn’t help but want to rip his throat off

TW TW TW this is dark af like it wasn’t supposed to be this dark but I went off the rails and ended up writing something fair from the idea

vomit, kidnapping, cannibalism (yeah idk either ) toxic behavior

This is insane and none of this should be done in real life, it’s just a horrible blog post

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He couldn’t believe you could do this to him

How could you do something that would make you happy? He wanted you miserable with him

Well not that’s not what he was thinking but that’s what happened

He didn’t want more then a fuck buddy and he told you that but you just had to look at him with those eyes and he let you stay the night

You thought you were dating him and that you meant something to him

Poor baby, you were nothing but a number to him

A pretty number but that doesn’t change the fact that you were never important to him

So when you too would be done fucking if you try to come cuddle up to him he would just push you off him

He wasn’t into romance and I mean no dates, no flowers, no forehead kisses just nothing that could be taken in a romantic sense

But that didn’t stop you from hoping that you were special to him

Hoping that one day he would tell you how pretty you are and not how sexy you are

But you would never get that and finally, finally you figured that out when he had left his phone unlocked

Cheating? Worse. Thousands of texts between him and his friends talking about how he was just gonna hit it and quit it but you’re so clingy that you couldn’t leave him alone

That you were always begging for attention

But what made it hurt worse is that he was completely right

And that’s what broke you, he was right you did always have to beg and beg for attention

You had to remind and remind him when your birthday was just for him to forget and maybe if you were lucky you would get some slutty underwear and bras

Which only benefited him but guess who never ever forgot Simon’s birthday

Your stupid ass, you would get him a well thought out gift that was so super special just for him to mumble a thank you then put it off to the side and go back to whatever he was doing that was more important then you

As you say on the couch and read through all these texts he came back to the living room and asked if you had seen his phone

But before he could get much of the sentence out he saw the phone in your hands but your head mostly down so he couldn’t see your face

“Haha very funny give it back”

he rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone out of your hands with ease as you had almost no grip on it

It took a couple seconds but eventually you lift your head up and look at him with big watery eyes and tear stained cheeks

“How could you…”

You said in a pathetic attempt at keep it all together

Thats what lead to this situation

Ghost sitting at a bar in some kind of jazz club, watching as his girl danced with some scrawny little punk that his could lift up with one fucking hand

How could you like him? He was nothing like ghost?

Sure he was romantic and kind

But he wasn’t him and just looking at him grab your waist like that, not with lust but love and affection

He would give you all the love you need, he would do better, he would change

For you.

But not with him here, no it couldn’t happen

He had to be gotten rid off

He was dirt that didn’t deserve to touch you

That was for him, and him only

As ghost looked down at what he did he felt no guilt

As he looked at the rough hand that have taken hundreds of lives now bloody and the white button up that was worn by your partner, covered in metallic bright blood

Yet no guilt

He just dragged the bloody body away, he had another use for it

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Seeing your ex at your door after getting ghosted by your current boyfriend is not the best

“Go away no one wants you here”

You say before swinging the door shut only for it to be stopped by a foot

“Oh baby come on let me make you dinner, just one dinner then and if I can’t make you feel batter then you’ll never here from me again”

He says in way that the words sound like begging but his tone almost makes it seem like this is just a casual conversation to him

“One. One dinner and I’m not cooking”

You say looking down at the ground in embarrassment of giving in so easily and because it hurts a little to look at him

“You won’t regret this i promise baby”

He smirks

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“We’re did you get this beef? You know it tastes a little more like chicken than beef and it’s much chewier?”

You say as you try to grind down this food not realizing he has yet to take a single bite

“You always ask so many questions baby, that one of the reasons I like you so much but you know I think I should show you where I got this meat because it’s very special”

He smirk more then he has all night but you still don’t understand, in fact you get excited for the surprise

But your heart sinks when ghost pushes some of the food away from his plate right and the table to reveal a eye

A human eye.

Not just any eye, you would recognize that eye anywhere it’s the same color of your new boyfriend, the man the showed you that love is something that can feel good

That love isn’t supposed to hurt you

“If you’re wondering were I put the body, well you helped me hide it”

You then look down at your food and it all clicks

You have eaten your boyfriend

You

Ate

Person

Only a couple seconds later your on all fours puking up all the food that you had eaten moments before

You felt sick

You were sick

He was sick

“You sick fuck…”

You somehow get out in between gags and moments of vomit

But he says nothing for what feels like hours

He just watches you vomit till you pass out

It wasnt until you woke up feeling cold, weak, and something touch wraped around your arms and legs

Keeping you bound up tightly

“Have a good nap princess?”

#ghost simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #toxic ghost #simon ghost x reader #fem reader #gender neutral if you squint #yandere ghost #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #toxic relationship #toxic Simon #yandere simon riley #yandere #jealous ghost #sad honestly #I hated writing this #ghost

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jackactuallywrites · 13 days

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Drunk and Disorderly

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x you

Rating: Mild, no smut or gore

Warnings: Mostly chill, Ghost does yell a bit— although you do have to exercise 😔

Summary: You’re working on breach (as in doors not babies) exercises and Ghost is overseeing yet again (sus)

Notes: I know I haven’t updated in forever but in my defence I wasn’t feeling it. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2343

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You were starting to think that Ghost might be following you.

Of course, this might have been fuelled in part by your deep desire for the man’s attention; after all, there were a dozen reasons that a Lieutenant would be overseeing another training exercise, none of which had to do with you, but you liked to believe otherwise.

“If you spend the whole time mooning over him, I’ll put you in a headlock again.” Katy didn’t seem to feel at all the same about Ghost’s presence, her square jaw set in defiance as she sized up the men around her, always ready to prove how worthy she was of her place in the forces. Elle pulled a face at Katy, “Sourpuss. Let the woman dream.” Elle looked at the large, nondescript grey building, “I mean, there’s all sorts of nooks and crannies in these practice buildings, plenty of places for you two to sneak off to and shag.” A soldier nearby turned around, his brow raised questioningly, and you elbowed Elle in the ribs, “Queen of subtlety, you are! Just shout it from the barracks, why don’t you?” She hummed, “You know what, that’s a good idea!” As she opened her mouth to shout, you elbowed her in the ribs again, and she grinned, squirming away from you, “Well then, don’t tell me to!”

Katy snapped her fingers, “My God, is that all you two think about?” She tapped her fingers on her thighs excitedly as she walked, “We’re practising breaches. You can fuck a soldier any day. But you don’t get to play around with explosives every day.” You paused, “I- What? Babe, you’re literally part of the bomb squad.” Katy rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I get to drive around a little robot all day. They don’t let me blow shit up for fun. Except for today. And I’m not letting you two dickheads ruin it for me.” Elle pouted, but the two of you acquiesced, quieting as you walked along behind Katy, a pair of troublesome chicks behind the mother hen.

It was as though you were back in secondary school, the way the three of you clung together in the desperate hope that you’d be able to stick together as a group, and luckily for you, you did. Better yet, the commanding officer assigned three more women to your little group, two of whom you’d met before, the third a new face. Elle seemed to have sized up the other women as potential suitors, though by the slightly morose look on her face, you assumed her self-described ‘gaydar’ wasn’t giving her the results she wanted. Katy had clocked another ammunition technician and was already deep in conversation about the intricacies of ordnance and munitions, and Elle had swiftly gotten over the lack of romance and was happily chatting away with the other two, leaving you to scan the crowd, looking for Ghost.

It wasn’t hard to find him; his mask made for quite a distinctive look, though he was turned away from you, his hands wrapped around the straps of his tactical vest, busy talking with the officers around him. Though Elle gave you a subtle look out the corner of her eye, she knew enough not to make any mention of your quiet crush on Ghost in front of the other soldiers, allowing you to pine for the man silently.

You hadn’t seen him since your night out at the club, but the memory was still pristine in your mind: the way the two of you had danced, the jumper you still had bundled up underneath your bed, as well as the one under your pillow, the way he’d brushed his hand against your cheek so intimately. There was something between the two of you, no doubt about it, but as to what it was, you had no idea. It was no secret that there were fairly strict rules about fraternisation between ranks, even if they weren’t always followed, and Ghost had toed the professional line carefully; he’d danced with you and showed some tenderness in the way he asked after your injury, and brushed your cheek, yet the same could be said for Katy or Elle, and you hadn’t any plans on shagging either of them. What you wanted was confirmation, a solid sign of what Ghost’s intentions were, but unless you outright asked the man, you weren’t likely to get an answer.

Unfortunately for you, Ghost seemed to be able to sense your not-so-subtle staring at him, his head slightly turning, his eyes flicking from soldier to soldier until they finally landed on you. Even from a distance, his gaze seemed to pin you in place, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, and what was wrong with you? You were a soldier and a damned good one at that, and here you were, weak at the knees because some man was looking at you. He hadn’t even so much as kissed you, but even still, he was ever-present in the back of your mind, a forbidden fantasy to get you to sleep at night and to keep you going through boring tasks during the day.

Ghost was the one to break eye contact first, turning back to the officers and sending them out to start off the event, leaving you pining after him, wishing for him to look back at you. Once again, you caught the daydream in its tracks, forcing yourself to focus on the officers as they talked about the exact machinations of the task at hand, describing how you would be breaching the door and entering one after the other, making sure to check your corners. You could see in Katy’s posture, the way she was bouncing on her tiptoes, that she was desperate to start, the last word barely out of the instructor's mouth before she was pulling your little group forward to be the first into the house.

How it had gone so atrociously wrong, you weren’t entirely sure. Katy had placed the door breaches perfectly, and once they’d gone off, Elle had led the way into the house, kicking the door open with a well-placed boot, and the four of you had been ready to charge into the room to clear it when the door had been kicked back into Elle’s face, and that moment had knocked the front of your train of people off balance, though the momentum was still going forward, so you’d ended up as a dogpile on the dusty concrete floor, the soldiers playing the enemy surrounding you easily.

Naturally, you all thought it was hilarious. After all, you’d all practically flattened Elle, and she’d made a hamster-pitched squeak as she was pinned under three bodies, and it had been quite the effort to wriggle out from the tangle of limbs, feet stepped on, elbows accidentally colliding with faces as you struggled to your feet.

On any other day, that would have been it: a laugh and then a friendly correction by the officers before you tried again, but this was not one of those days. Ghost was at the head of the group of ‘enemy’ soldiers, his eyes expressing that of thunderous rage as he glared down at your small group. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen such anger, the amusement in your little group dying instantly, huddling closer together to weather the shitstorm that you all knew was about to rain down on your heads.

Elle was the first to receive his wrath, his gloved finger pointed at her as he delivered his judgment, his voice starting level yet raising in intensity as he went on, “That was absolutely fucking appalling. Corners. The first thing we teach you is corners, and you don’t check your fucking corner? What the fuck are you playing at?” Katy, having been the second after Elle, spoke in her defence, “Sir, with all due respect, this was my mistake-“ Ghost jabbed his finger at her, “Did I ask your opinion? She fucked up, you fucked up, you two absolutely cocked it up. Not a single one of you would have survived. Because of,” he pointed at Elle and Kate, “your idiocy, you would have gotten all of your squad mates killed. And you think this is funny?” Ghost or not, you weren’t about to let your girls take the blame, “Sir, it’s not just on them.” His eyes snapped to you like a hawk, and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the fury his gaze held, his eyes dark, “Not a fucking word.”

You could feel that flaming attraction beginning to falter slightly; you could excuse the mask, the reputation, and the being from Manchester, but not even god herself could slate your girls and get off scot-free. Your jaw clenched as you stared at Ghost defiantly, a battle of wills being fought silently in your locked gaze.

Impossibly, Ghost looked away first. Ghost, man of few words and numbered kills, averted his gaze. He sighed, tucking his thumbs behind the straps of his armoured vest, “Listen. You’re under my protection. Even the slightest fuck up means you could get killed out there.” His eyes found yours again, “I can’t abide anything happening to you. So I will be hard on you because I can’t allow failure. Alright?” Katy glanced back at you, her brows furrowed, but she didn’t question what she’d picked up on, turning back to Ghost and nodding, “Aye, sir.” The rest of your group of girls added their agreements, and Ghost pointed at the door, spinning his finger, “Let’s go again.”

You weren’t sure that you’d ever been run through so aggressively. Every single soldier had to take a turn at each role, breaching a different room in the building until you were sure the layout was imprinted in every one of your heads, and Ghost shouting ‘corners, left, right, sweep’ would be the lullaby to get you all to sleep at night. Elle didn’t even have the energy to make any snarky comments about Ghost riding you all, sitting down in the shower as you sat on the floor outside of it. “Babe.” You groaned in response to her, “I know, I know. He’s a fucking psycho.” Kate snorted from the bedroom, “One day. One day of hard work, and you two are whinging this much?” You picked yourself up from the floor, pulling the towel from around your hair and setting it back on the radiator to dry as you walked back into the main room, flopping down onto your bed, “You’re telling me you do this every day?” Kate shrugged, “If I wanted to sit on my ass, I would have worked in an office.” “This wasn’t extreme to you?”

A sharp rap at the door broke your conversation, and you sighed, “I’ll get it. You get Elle. I think she’s fallen asleep in the shower again.” “Fine.”

Out of everything, you hadn’t been expecting to find Ghost on the other side of the door. You stepped out, quickly pulling the door closed behind you, thankful that you were in your cargo trousers, a vest top, and a bra rather than your usual pyjamas, consisting of a threadbare T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts. “Lieutenant. Can I help you?” Ghost’s eyes darkened as he looked down at you, gesturing with his head, “Get your kit on. Let’s go.” You looked at him questioningly, and he reiterated, “Let’s go. Now.” Exhausted as you were, it was impossible for you to deny the intrigue that Ghost was providing you with, so you did as you were told, giving him a quick nod as you stepped back into the room, pulling the door to behind you.

Kate was wrestling a somewhat uncooperative Elle into bed, wrapping the duvet tightly around her as she grumbled. Kate looked over at you as you pulled on your shirt. “Plans?” “I- no. Exercise.” Kate nodded, “Uh-huh. Lieutenant?” Your silence was enough of an answer for her, and she rolled her eyes, “He touches you, and I take his balls. Superior or not.” “Love you too. In a bit.”

Ghost hadn’t revealed to you exactly why he’d come to you, but you weren’t about to ask, content to walk alongside him in silence through the base, your mind slowly turning things over as you swept your hair up into a bun. Would this be the transition from friendship to something more? From the stiffness in his back, it didn’t seem that way, but you were an optimist. It was only when you took the same road back to the large grey block building that you realised where he was taking you, seeing a few soldiers milling around the entrance. You turned back to look at Ghost, your eyebrows drawn together, “Dude. No.” “Did I ask?” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest, “No way. That building is all I see when I close my eyes—that and you shouting.” “That’s an order, soldier.” You groaned, “Ghost.” He placed his hand on your shoulder, his voice soft, his eyes pleading, “Please.”

It was strange to see a man like that beg, and you could feel your resolve beginning to crumble until you let out another irritated groan, “Fine! Fine. But you get three runs, and that’s it.” “Five.” “Three was the bargain!” Ghost grumbled, tilting his head from side to side as he stretched his neck muscles, “Four.” “My God. You’re a huge pain in the ass. You know that?” “I’ve been told. Four.” You’d gotten away with talking him down from the two dozen runs you knew he really wanted, so you gave in, “Fine! Four.” He gestured for you to walk over to the building with a jerk of his head, and you obeyed, feeling Ghost walk along behind you. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice, “Five?” “No.” “Six it is.” “Ghost!” He reached out to grab your shoulder, pushing you playfully, “An even ten should round us out nicely.” “Dickhead.”

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Dr. Feelgood

4. Nights Out

Part 1 Next Part Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction - please be gentle. Additionally, the reader's callsign is "Feelgood." I have done my best to write the reader as ambiguous regarding appearance, but she/her pronouns and AFAB anatomy will be utilized. I hope for this to be a slow-burn romance with Simon "Ghost" Riley. Warnings: Gunshot wounds, medical terminology and procedures, inaccurate healing timelines, alcohol consumption, gentle angst, cringeworthy drunken conversations

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“I don’t know why you insist on me being in here when you do this,” Ghost growled from the corner, glaring down at his phone as you carefully applied eyeliner, leaned up close to the mirror in your bathroom.

“You aren’t in the same room as me. I’m in my bathroom and you’re in the bedroom,” you quipped, blinking before doing the other eye.

“I think it’s interesting to watch ye get made up. I’ve never seen a woman do it before,” Soap said. He was perched on your toilet, examining your mascara.

“Want me to do yours?” you offered, turning to him and offering a smile.

“Maybe you can share some of your lipstick with me, lass,” he said with a grin. You socked him in the shoulder lightly.

“Quit it or I’m having Ghost over there hold you down while I put a full face on you,” you said, setting down your pencil and examining yourself.

“Now get out while I put my dress on.”

—

When you opened the door to your room and stepped into the hall, Gaz and Price had arrived, dressed sharply like Soap. Ghost was another story - though he had swapped the sweatpants he’d been recovering in for jeans and tugged on a hoodie, he’d kept his balaclava on and stuck to dark colors.

“You’re gorgeous, doc,” Gaz said, offering you a smile along with his arm.

“It’ll be good to finally get off base for a change. I’ve hardly been out of the hospital since I arrived,” you laughed, letting him lead you down the hall as you followed the others out to the parking lot.

“Drinks are on me for having to put up with that bastard for so long. Think you’ll manage alone alright?” he asked, fixing his gaze on Ghost.

“As long as all of you don’t come back shot I’ll be alright. He’s recovering well. I might almost miss him brooding in my med bay when I send him back to sleeping in his room,” you admitted with a laugh, making Gaz chuckle.

As Price climbed into the driver’s seat of his car and Ghost slid in on the passenger’s side, Gaz opened the rear door for you.

“You’re a gentleman, Kyle,” you said with a smile, squeezing his hand as he helped you in.

“Simp,” Soap coughed from beside you as you slid into the middle seat and buckled in.

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The club you arrived outside of later that evening was crowded, but that was to be expected for a Friday night. You watched Ghost as he slid out of the car wordlessly and studied him for signs of pain as the group headed for the entrance and were relieved when you saw none.

After getting your ID examined and heading inside, your group claimed a booth in the corner. Price had insisted on driving back so you had indulged, going to the bar to get drinks with Soap and Gaz.

“What does Ghost drink?” you shouted above the music, looking questioningly at Soap who grinned.

“Believe it or not, Chardonnay! You should take him a glass!” he shouted back as you flagged down the bartender.

Perhaps trusting him was foolish because as you approached Ghost with the glass and a margarita for yourself in your hands, he glared at you.

“Didn’t peg you for a wine guy,” you said, leaning over the table and holding it out to him.

“I’m not,” he said coolly, folding his arms over his chest. Your face went hot and you straightened.

“Making fun of me?” he growled, glaring you down.

“No, I–” you turned back to the bar. Soap and Gaz were doubled over with laughter, wiping tears from their eyes. You sighed and looked back at Ghost who was glaring the two down. Not wanting to remain at the table with Ghost or go back to the bar to get laughed at, you tipped your head back, chugged the wine, and walked to the dance floor with your margarita.

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The evening started to blur after that. You could remember polishing off more drinks to soften your embarrassment and dancing with Soap before going off to the bathroom to check your makeup. When you’d come back you’d danced against Gaz, his hands finding your hips as you moved in tandem, laughing and chatting.

After that you’d stumbled through a back door on accident while looking for a different bathroom, the first one having been full.

Ghost stood alone, leaning against the wall as he smoked, his mask rolled up to his nose.

“Those are gonna kill you early,” you slurred, stumbling up to him and leaning against the wall next to him so that your shoulders brushed.

“The job’ll take care of that,” he grunted, not looking your way. It was quiet for a moment.

“Why don’t you like me, Ghost?” you slurred after a minute, leaning your cheek against his bicep and angling your chin to look up at him with your best sad puppy eyes.

“I like you plenty,” he grunted. Your lower lip wobbled.

“M’ sorry. Wasn’t trying to be angry at you earlier, or before. Never tryin’ to be angry with you,” he mumbled, looking down at you as he tossed the cigarette away. Your eyes locked.

“You’re pretty drunk, doc,” he said with a chuckle, brushing some of your tussled hair out of your face and rolling his mask back down.

“Are you not?” you giggled, swaying in place. He took you gently by the arms to steady you.

“I can hold my liquor,” he grunted, glancing back at the door to the club. “Come on, let’s round up the boys and get you home.”

“You never told me what you drink,” you protested, your eyelids heavy.

“You’ll find out.”

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You woke up the next morning in your own bed, your dress unzipped but still clinging to you. A vague memory flashed through your head of you rubbing your back against the door like a bear in an attempt to get it down.

After taking some painkillers and a hot shower, you stumbled out of your room and to the med bay. It was empty, so you wandered further down the hall toward the rec room, where you found Ghost quietly eating cereal.

“Oh, there you are. How’re you feeling?” you asked, yawning and rubbing your eyes. He chuckled.

“Better than you probably. You remember anything about last night?” he asked. You searched your mind for a minute and froze.

“Did I– did I almost cry to you about you not liking me?” you asked, your voice deadpan.

“Yup.”

“Fuck.”

It was quiet for another moment, the only sound in the room being that of Ghost munching cereal. The bastard ate it dry.

“I’m sorry,” you offered after a minute, your face feeling hotter than the heat from the bodies in the club the night before.

“S’ alright.”

Price wandered in not long after, headed for Ghost.

“Would you like to join us at the briefing later? I know you’re benched for this one but I don’t want to leave you out,” he said, sitting down across from the lieutenant with a stack of paperwork and his pen.

“Sure,” Ghost grumbled. Price glanced back at you.

“You should get some rest, Feelgood. You had quite the night last night,” he said. Heat rushed to your face and you sat down on the couch, pulling out your phone.

“I’m alright. I need to keep an eye on him anyway,” you said.

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The morning passed quietly. Eventually, Price returned to his office to keep working and Ghost joined you on the couch as you sat on your phones in silence. Gaz came in looking surprisingly alright for how much he’d had to drink last night, offering you a smile. You chatted with him idly before Soap came in, moaning about his head and digging through the fridge for something to drink.

“Did he get you in alright lass?” Soap asked, nodding at Gaz as he plopped down by the three of you. Ghost looked up sharply from his phone, fixing you with a stare.

“You helped me in?” you asked, looking at Gaz with a raised eyebrow. He nodded sheepishly.

“Couldn’t just leave you lost outside, lass. You couldn’t remember which door was yours first and said you were going to go sleep in the med bay,” he said with a laugh.

“Oh, god. Thank you, I swear I’ll make it up to you. Last night I acted…wildly unprofessionally.” you admitted with a sigh, rubbing your forehead.

“You wouldn’t be you if you acted professional all the time, doc. That’s why you’re with us, isn’t it?” Soap asked with a grin, and you smiled.

“I suppose so,” you said softly.

Ghost sat on the couch, listening. He had been angry at first that Gaz had been so close to you the night before but did his best to let it go. He had never admitted his admiration of you with the others - of course they would assume that they might be able to cozy up with you.

And he had been prickly with you before, even almost angry at you. His heart ached as he watched you talk with the boys, wishing that he could just express how he felt to you like a normal man. He wanted to hold you, to touch you more than just having his hand against your back while you listened to his heart race for you. Last night he’d wanted to kiss your worry away and tell you that of course he liked you, perhaps a little too much.

—

As you walked with him back to the med bay later that day to change his bandages, he was quiet, lost in thought.

“I wanted to apologize again for last night. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” you said softly, heat finding your cheeks yet again. You could deny it to yourself no longer - you found Ghost interesting and attractive and you were desperate for him to think the same about you. Had you messed up your chances by drunkenly confronting him the night before?

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Feelgood. You don’t have to keep bringing it up,” Ghost murmured, opening the door to the med bay for you.

“You’ve only got to spend one more night here with me, okay? After that, I’ll be comfortable sending you back to sleep in your room - just come find me each day so I can check your wound,” you said softly as the door shut behind you two.

“Will you be coming with me to see them off at the airstrip?” he asked, settling down on the couch and pulling out his phone.

“Sure, is it early?” you asked, getting the supplies to change his bandages ready across from him.

“Wheels up at 0530. I’ll wake you up,” he grunted. You nodded and headed over to him, sitting on a stool and sitting down in front of him.

“Shirt up please, big guy,” you murmured. He huffed softly, smiling under the balaclava.

“You keep callin’ me that,” he murmured, sliding his shirt off completely. You put gloves on and pulled the old bandages off, setting them to the side and examining his wound. Even through the latex, the warmth of your touch made Ghost melt a little and he relaxed, leaning forward into you.

“Sorry, do you want me to stop?” you asked softly, your brow furrowing as you began applying the new bandages carefully.

“I don’t mind. It just means that I get to call you ‘love’ now,” he said with a chuckle.

“Fair’s fair,” you murmured as your stomach did flips in your abdomen.

—

When you’d finished bandaging Ghost and tossed the old bandages and your gloves into bins, you moved to leave, but he gently took you by the arm.

“Love, I–”

Soap practically kicked down the med bay door as he came in, making Ghost go quiet and pull away from you sharply.

“Hey lass, want to get dinner with me before I leave tomorrow? My treat,” he said, leaning up against the med bay wall and grinning. You smiled.

“Sure! Come on, Ghost, get your shirt on, and let’s go,” you said.

“Yeah, LT, get your shirt back on. What’s going on in here?” Soap teased, making kissy faces behind your back. Ghost scowled as he put it back on.

“You just missed seeing my festering wound, Johnny. Now get, I’ll catch up,” he grumbled, sitting back on the couch and folding his arms across his chest.

“You sure?” you asked, smiling at him as you headed for the door Soap had opened for you. He nodded, jerking his head at the door. You went with Soap, leaving Ghost behind, words he was struggling to put together left unspoken on his lips.

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