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141 and and their respective partner(you) who’s lost their memory.
F!reader - angst? It’s definitely not fluff.
Price is racing to the hospital. You’ve been in a car accident. He’s there within hours of getting the call, only lucky to being let known of your conditions minutes before taking off for a mission.
If it wasn’t for Ghost, he’d have no choice but to stay there. His team assures him they can take care of it. (They did.)
Seeing you wrapped up in bandages, in casts, oh the bruises on your face. It was horrifying.
Then you wake up only a few days later. Price quickly by your side, shouting for a nurse. A relentless flood of praises to your strength, to your future care, to your second chance of life, spill from his lips. But there’s something in your eyes. Something not right.
You look at him, somewhat afraid. Like he’s going to hurt you.
Oh how he wants to take you in his arms and make you feel safe again. But when you say your next words.
“Who are you?”
He might as well have died right there.
Ghost tries to get you to learn how to defend yourself.
He won’t always be here, he reasons. He just wants to know you’re capable of getting to safety by yourself.
But then you try to prank him. You just wanted to scare him. You wanted to show Simon you got a hang of that move.
But Simon doesn’t know that. If he thinks he’s getting attacked, he will fight back. So when you jump on his back, hooking not your arm but your hand on his neck only to be yanked forward and flipped onto the floor?
Your head lands on the ground hard.
Oh my lord his horrified cries. He didn’t waste any time picking you up and taking you to the hospital. The nurses wouldn’t even let him see you when they took you back.
It wasn’t until an officer was in front of him and asking him questions he knew how bad this was. They were asking him things like how long were the two of you together, do you often get into accidents like this, is he seeking anger management therapy or anything like that.
They think he did something. And honestly it was true. But if you woke up you could explain everything. That is if you even want to see him again.
And by some miracle you did. But…not in the way he thought you might’ve.
“She’s asking for her boyfriend?” The nurse speaks beside the officer. That confuses Simon, because you weren’t dating anymore.
You were married.
Gaz is another one who tries to get you out of your comfort zone. Traveling, going on runs, going out. If it was up to you you’d be home with him all day long, talking, drinking, dancing, all in the comfort of your living room.
This time he wanted to go Hiking for his birthday. And you really didn’t want to say no.
So the two of you got yourself some new hiking books, proper gear and off you went. You were teasing him on his Boy Scout past he most likely had. Every thing he said was met with a “scouts honor?” From you.
It was amusing.
But you were getting tired. In fact you were feeling sleepy. “Kyle when are we going home?”
“Just a little more, dove. Then we’ll head down.”
The trail was looking rather narrow. Hell some of the trail leading up the small mountain didn’t look safe at all. You were about to open your mouth to say your thoughts, when your foot slips and sends you sliding and rolling down the side of the ramped up hill.
How lucky you were to land in a flat opening area, and how lucky you were for Gaz to know just how to take care of you.
Except you’re going in and out of focus. He can tell. When he asks you to stay away he sees you bobbling you head side to side. He’s taking you to emergency when he begs, pleads with you to keep your eyes open.
When you’re awake and realizing you’re not in your home, Gaz is right there, apologizing profusely. You almost miss everything he states but stick to the “I love yous” he’s spewing.
When you look at him like you’re confused, his heart shattered with your quiet voice.
“Are you like…my boyfriend?”
Soap does the handy work around the house. When the two of you moved in together into your house, he made sure you knew. He could take care of you.
But he wasn’t home yet. He was supposed to be home soon from deployment. You should have waited for him to come home before you decided to get on the ladder to grab the holiday decorations.
Saber, the fluffy black cat you had since Johnny moved in, was trying his best to warn you to not do what you were doing.
You wanted to decorate for him to suprise him. But the tub of items was much too big.
So when you slid it off the top shelf and tried to balance it off your shoulder and to the ground, you lost your balance and fell off the ladder to the floor.
Saber was left meowing loudly at your unconscious body, sniffing and nuzzling against your cheek to wake you.
Fortunately, even though you were out cold, Soap was pulling in a few minutes after.
He knew something was wrong the moment he went through the door and you weren’t there to greet him.
He called for you, but received no response.
It wasn’t till he heard Saber meowing down the hallway, that he began to hurry.
Soap follows the cat to the garage, hurrying to your side as he’s checking for injury. There is a large bump on the back of your head. He isn’t sure if maybe you need an ambulance but better to be safe than to be sorry.
So when you wake up in the hospital, with your mom by your side, you’re in tears at the pain that seems to come about any time you move your head.
“Mom?”
The woman flutters her eyes open, gasping at you. “Oh! Thank, Lord.” She whispers.
Her hands find their way to your face, mindful of your head, as a worried look decorates her face.
She sits there with you, as a nurse checks on your symptoms. Everything seems fine until Soap walks in with a bouquet of flowers.
You blink your eyes at him, eyes traveling up and down his figure as you feel your face warm with embarrassment.
“Bonnie.” He sighs, leaving the flowers on a counter. “I’m glad to see you awake.”
When he walks up to you, trying to take your hand to kiss it, you let out a nervous giggle. “‘Bonnie’? My names not…’Bonnie.’”
Soap and your mom blink at you. You nervously glance at her and back to him. “Sorry am I missing something?”
“What do you mean? It’s Johnny.” Your mom laughs, a twinge of nervousness in her voice now.
Soaps heart sinks. He knows what’s happening. Oh how his heart breaks.
“Who’s Johnny?”
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CLASSIC SOAP 🧼 OPERATOR SKIN
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Cyclone: As some of you may know, I took a bit of a sabbatical last year.
Hangman: Do you mean you shacked up with a hairdresser but then she dumped you?
Mav: Jake, please! Raise your hand if you want to ask a question.
Hangman: *raises his hand*
Cyclone: Okay, I think we should move on.
Mav: The hairdresser certainly did.
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local woman who claimed she will "cross that bridge when she comes to it" arrives at said bridge
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