dawnofh

[dawnofh]

Who am I to you?

Ghost(22) x Roach

Tw/torture

Gary blinked profusely, trying to shake the heaviness from his eyelids, his head bobbed back and forth like it weighted the same as a bowling ball. He tried to move his arms, flinching at the resistance that was cutting into his wrists. Gary couldn’t collect his surroundings, he was dazed and confused, having no recollective memory of how he got to this place. Whatever this place was.

The soldier jolted slightly when the door opened, a man in British uniform stalking towards him. Gary was more confused by this, he was lost, having no idea who this man was and why he was keeping him captive or if he was a real British soldier.

“Name.”

Gary cocked an eyebrow, looking around to see if anyone else was in the room.

“I said name.” The man now stormed towards Gary, staring him down intimidatingly. The SAS soldier was at a lost for words, he seriously had no words, he physically couldn’t. So when a sudden punch came straight across his cheek he could only groan, headache and stinging pain flushing over him.

“If you don’t talk we won’t get anywhere, Kid. And if we don’t get anywhere I’m going to crack your fucking skull open.”

Gary just slumped forward, having never been spoken to so condescendingly by anyone in the base, even Price showed him more respect than this. Gary could only shudder, unable to express his anger and displeasure of the situation. If only his hands were untied so he could sign what he needed to say.

“Let’s get this damn mask off of you before I waterboard you with it on.”

That’s when Roach lost it, eyes wide as he tilted his head back, desperately making noises of disproval as the man’s hands wrapped around the fabric, ripping it off. Roach was humiliated, having only been allowed to show his face to the 141 per his Captains’ request, no, it wasn’t a request, more like a command. Especially one from Soap. Roach was fucking terrified of his second Captain, having a lot of respect for him but he was scared of Soap like any other subordinate would. Fearing what would happen when he finds out Roach was unmasked. How Roach wished his Lieutenant was here.

“There we go, now I can see your pretty face while I fuck it up.” Roach only glared, turning his face to the side in attempt to hide it, he wanted to scream and shout. Of course he can but he more or less wanted words to come out, say what he needed to say.

“You’re not making any of this easier for me or you. Tell me what I need to know.” The man griped Roach’s hair, pulling it to stare directly at him, “Who are you working for?”

Roach could only stare, shaking his head in attempt to communicate. This time he braced himself at the harsh impact against his face, feeling the blood drip from his nose. “How did you get here? Who sent you?”

Not a single word.

This went on for an hour or what felt like an eternity to Roach. He had to experience immense torture, not like he hasn’t experienced it before but this time was confusing. He was so damn confused about who he was held hostage by and what exactly he did wrong.

“You really are a tough cookie. You know that, pretty boy?”

Roach didn’t have the energy to glare anymore, just sighed softly to himself as his head hung low. His speaking was selective, wishing it was one of those good days where he could get a word out or two but it was one of those bad weeks where he remained non verbal and relied completely on his BSL.

The door opened, another solider coming in with what looked like a book. Roach stiffened, finding the energy to yank at his restraints. He was frantic just like he was when he was forcefully unmasked. “What do we have here?”

“Seems to be his journal, Sir. We picked it up when we found him.”

“Give me a sit rep.”

The young soldier nodded eagerly, “Well for starters his name is Gary but they call him Roach. He’s a British SAS soldier and according to the book he’s part of the 141 and has some weird fantasy going on with his Lieutenant.”

Roach nearly chuckled if it hadn’t been for the amount of pain he was in, he couldn’t help but find that last line amusing. Him and Ghost were close, extremely close for a Sergeant and a Lieutenant to be but he wouldn’t call what they did a fantasy. It was very real.

“What is this some joke? I’ve never seen this kid in my entire life.” The man spat out, “I would’ve known he’s from the 141.”

“Well, Sir, in many entries he talks out his two Captains. Captain Mactavish and Price.”

A loud laugh filled the air and Roach cocked and eyebrow, shocked by the reaction. He thought at least with the names of his superiors that the torturing would stop and he could get answers of his own. “Mactavish? As in Soap Mactavish? That dimwit? This really is some fantasy novel!” The man laughed louder, getting a kick out of Roach’s journal. The latter could only bite his swollen lip, fighting back his urge to rage.

“Call in the Lieutenant, he’ll get a kick out of this one too and maybe he can get this pretty boy to sing.” A wink was thrown Roach’s way to which he shuddered uncomfortably.

But when the door opened again and Roach felt the cold air hit him as he looked up, almost frozen on the spot at the sight in front of him. His mouth was agape, pupils wide. There stood his Lieutenant or what looked like him but a bit taller, the mask more intimidating. The ambiance was changed again upon his arrival.

“I’ll take it from here.”

The accent was different, still British but different or maybe it was just the sound of his voice? Maybe his voice was different but something about this Ghost was different. Roach was in turmoil. He could barely keep his eyes on this Ghost until they were the only ones in the room.

“You got a name, Soldier?”

Roach nodded, his eyes now staring at Ghost’s shoes.

“Can you speak?”

Roach looked up with a glint of hope in his eyes, ready to say something, to be able to say one word. Usually when Ghost was around he found his voice but this time he couldn’t. With a defeated sigh he shook his head. Ghost glanced at his journal, respecting the privacy of it despite not knowing the solider, then undid the restraints on the poor guy.

Roach hissed painfully, rubbing his now raw wrists. He hated being tied up unless it was his Lieutenant doing the tying. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, feeling the atmosphere around him change. He knew this wasn’t his Ghost but he somehow found that comfort like how he would with his.

“Name.” Ghost commanded.

“Roach.”

Ghost nodded, understanding BSL. “Well, Roach. Let’s take things easy and start from the beginning. Explain to me how you got here.”

Roach thought for a second before signing, “Sir, I have no idea.”

“What do you mean you have no idea? Surely you did something to end up in a private military base.” Ghost leaned back in his chair, not quite interested in torturing as of yet. He wanted to be a diplomatic.

“Sir, please believe me…the last thing I remember was going to the gulag…and…we were rescuing someone? I think? I’m not too sure anymore? My memory is foggy”

“Who was on the mission with you, Roach.”

“My Lieutenant and Captain.”

“What are their names?” Ghost inquired, almost believing this random stranger but when the solider signed his and Soap’s names he rolled his eyes. “You really are a total nut case.” The taller Brit stood up, cracking his knuckles, “Let’s start from the beginning shall we?”

Roach backed up, scared, the atmosphere changed back to the way it was and Gary was petrified of what this Ghost would do. He knew his Lieutenant well, knew the shit he went through, how cold hearted..machine like he could be.

“Sir, please. I’m telling the truth, I need you to believe me.”

Ghost approached him to which the latter back further into the chair, wishing his legs were untied so he could run but Ghost would catch him either way. If this Ghost was like his own then he knew that the Lieutenant beats him in every aspect ever except that one time his rifle score was higher than the Lt. And that still gave Gary no hope.

“It’s hard to believe when you’re throwing out rubbish about having affiliation to the 141. I don’t know what you’re playing at but I guarantee if you keep it up then this won’t end pretty for you.”

As Ghost picked up pliers, Gary knew what he’d use them for. He desperately tried to sign but Ghost paid no mind, having done with this useless conversation. The torture part was now back and Ghost was the expert. No one wished on their worst enemy to be tortured by Ghost.

“WAIT SIMON, PLEASE!!!” Gary forced out a voice, feeling it rip his vocal cords slightly. He winced but not as hard as when Ghost dropped the pliers back onto the table and stared directly into his soul.

“So you can speak?” The voice was rough and hollow.

“No, please…please I can’t, just let me explain…please…Simon I know you…” Gary battled to get his voice louder, he was inhaling sharply and painfully like the air was sucked out of his lungs.

Ghost stalked towards him, pliers back in hand, “You must have really did your research on us before coming here. Unfortunately for you that only puts you deeper in a grave.”

Gary panicked, there seemed to be no way of negotiating anymore so he did the worst thing possible, he did exactly what was angering Ghost the most. He began to pull out files.

“You were buried alive in a grave with your teammate. For two weeks.”

Ghost went cold as he put the pliers in his pocket, grabbed both of Roach’s hands, restraining them back down and placing a hand against the latter’s neck. He squeezed it, wanting Roach to shut up. But that’s what he always did, Roach was always shut up, he never spoke unless it was necessary. Right now it was necessary.

“You use to tell me the things your father did to you…like the part about the snakes seemed to traumatise you-“ Gary choked, unable to breath.

“Solider, I suggest you stop talking before I just kill you right now.”

Gary flushed red, “Ghost. You need to stop choking me.” He managed to say with what little air he had left.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you’re turning me on.”

Simon’s hand immediately retreated back, his eyebrows under his mask were furrowed, “What the fuck.”

Gary gasped, inhaling as much air as he could, “Sorry, that was kinda the only way I could get you to stop.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“No. I’m YOUR Sergeant, you giant bloke!!” Gary gritted his teeth, “Do you know how humiliated I feel right now!?! I’ve been unmasked, assaulted, gaslighted and now there’s YOU!!!!”

“I liked it better when you weren’t talking.” Ghost pulled out the pliers again, done with whatever this imposter was saying. He knew this was some sort of trap to mess with his mind. Hell, it was working.

“You have a scar by your inner thigh.” Gary finally said, trying his last resort to convince this Ghost that he wasn’t a threat.

“So you’ve seen me naked? Good for you.” Ghost held down Roaches hand, getting ready to pull his fingernails right off.

“Naked? Simon we’ve literally fucke-OWWW!!! SHIT!!!!” Gary hissed in pain as his nail was detached from his finger, he should have been used to they by now but it takes at least 2-5 months for his fingers to fully heal. “FUCKING HELL, SIMON!!!!!!” Gary knew his vocal cords were at its last so he held back, he couldn’t risk screaming anymore

“You promised me we’d always be together…that nothing in this world would separate us. When General Shep—“

“You know General Shepherd.” Ghost stopped, “You’re working with that bloody traitor.”

“Traitor—OH MY- GHOST!!! HE BETRAYED US!!!!!! I REMEMBER!!!!!” Roach suddenly went quiet, muttering under his breath before his eyes got glossy, “I watched you die, Simon…He….” Gary couldn’t stop the tears that escaped his eyes as he stared down at his lap, sobbing. All the while Ghost just stood there awkwardly, staring at him.

“Simon….Simon, I’m so sorry….Im so sorry I didn’t protect you. Im so sorry I didn’t do enough to…” He hiccuped as he stared right back at his partner, “It was us against the world…I’m so sorry…”

Ghost just sighed, “Fuckin’ hell… you’re really selling this story, aren’t you? You got hit over the head one too many times that you’ve fuckin’ lost it innit?”

“Who am I to you, Simon? Who am I in this universe to you?” Gary said pathetically, losing all his hope and feeling it drain out of him as the haunting memories of his and Ghost’s death replayed in his mind rent free.

“You’re a serious nut case, Roach. One that I think actually needs genuine help if this isn’t a joke.”

Gary just sobbed with amusement, “How is it that you’re exactly the same in this universe, Simon? How is it that you still manage to endanger the people you love?”

Ghost rolled his eyes, turning his back to Roach.“I left you in my past, Gary….so I expect you to stay there. Now don’t make this job harder than it already needs to be.” Ghost pulled out his hunting knife, approaching Gary.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Simon Riley.” Roach sniffled to himself, “Besides…we both have unfinished business to take care of.”

“Your timeline is over, Roach.” He said with such forced venom in his words as he pressed the knife against the soldiers neck.

“Not yet, Ghost, please we can fi—“ The solider went out cold, head dipping forward. Simon has done this multiple times, he’s killed multiple Roaches.

But he couldn’t bring himself to kill this one.

As Ghost undid the binds he lifted Roach over is shoulder with a grunt, securing him. “You just don’t seem to ever make it easier for yourselves…..fuckin’ hell…Stay dead means stay dead, not come back to taunt me, Gary Sanderson.”

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[dawnofh]

Mentor Ghost [Headcannon]

“Looking submissive and breedable, Lt.” “What the actual fuck did you just say to me?”

Gets annoyed with you every second and with all his eye rolling he might just roll it to the back of his head one day.

He doesn’t understand how he’s stuck babysitting a rookie, better yet a rookie that reminds him of Soap.

You accompany him…or more or less, follow him wherever he goes. Whether it’s on base or on the battlefield.

You cheer him on whenever you watch him spar with anyone. Even if he’s losing, you’ll still cheer him on.

“Do you think I’ll ever be as good as you, Sir?“ “Nope.”

You copy everything he does, how he dresses, acts and even how he sips his tea.

24/7 asking for a face reveal, Ghost tells you every time to “Go fuck yourself.” And you always reply, “Gladly.”

You’re convinced his mask is made of an actual skull. He will neither deny nor confirm it.

As much as you annoy him, he’s still your mentor and corrects you all the time. He trains you by hand and monitors your progress.

Will actually praise you if you do well or have improved. Is surprisingly patient with you and guides you through training with tough love.

He’s only nice during training though, on the battlefield he’ll cuss you out if you so much as aim a gun at him. “Watch. Your. Bloody. Aim.”

You genuinely look up to Ghost and admire everything he does. You once told him you’d take a bullet for him any day. He didn’t take you seriously and brushed it off as it was just a thing rookie’s said to their superiors. Until you actually jumped in front of him and got 2 bullets to the stomach and 3 in your leg. “Lieutenant…I told you that I would protect you with my very life.”

After that day he never wanted to go on another mission with you. Actually put you on probation for 5 months and told you to quit the army.

You’re resilient so you bounced back in 2 and a half months and restarted the process of impressing your mentor all over again.

You’ve once cried over Ghost when you found out bits and pieces about his past and made it your soul mission to bring happiness into his life.

Ghost just doesn’t want to get attached to anyone that could be a liability. He’ll tell you this and you’d still come back running to him. You’ll push yourself above and beyond to not only impress your Lieutenant, but to one day hear those words, “I’m proud of you”

You’ve once called him by his actual name by accident and apologised over and over again. He forgave you because he didn’t understand why you were overreacting over making such a small mistake.

Never allows you in the room he’s torturing someone in. When 141 is in a room all together, depending on what they’re discussing, he’ll tell you to go visit the German Shepherds or to sit quietly in the corner.

You’ve spoken out of term once during a briefing and Ghost personally escorted you out. He corrects bad behaviour with scolding. Never once has he laid his hands on any of the rookies out of anger.

Sticks up for you in a heartbeat.

Tells you to never become like him, he actually wants you to become better but will never tell you this part.

Not a hugger but will pat you on the back like a proud father.

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[dawnofh]

141 dealing with a rookie who ‘accidentally’ committed insubordination against their Sergeant [Headcannon]

Price

Just run for you life, leave the military, change your name and live in Antarctica.

This man has zero tolerance when it comes to insubordination. Will knock on your door softly and ask you to meet him in his office.

“I’d like to ask about today’s field mission. The one your Sergeant was in charge of.”

Starts off calm, too calm, creepily calm. All the while he has this smile on his face. This calm smile.

Asks you for a very detailed explanation and can stop you at any time to ask, “So what did you do?”

He’ll take a breather, inhaling sharply. Maybe lighting a cigar to calm down before he slams his hand on his desk.

The yelling will begin while Price fights the urge to smack the shit out of you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Private. Did you or did you not go against direct orders?” “Sir, please-“ “I ASKED A QUESTION. I EXPECT AN ANSWER.”

Might have to fight back tears and an trembling lip if you’re a crier. You better not cry.

He’ll do that parent thing. “Can you tell what the orders were? Okay….So why did you go against them? … Well, what have we learnt today, Private? …Yes that’s very good and what will you do next time this happens?….Excellent.”

Might come off as condescending if he’s really pissed.

If it’s your first offence he’ll let you off with a light slap on the wrist by making you write lines ‘I will never disobey my superiors again’ type of energy and expect to write a 1000 worded apology note to your Sergeant.

If it’s your second offence, be prepared for physical labour. You’re on clean up duty for 5 months.

There is no third offence. Never.

Price’s anger only lasts 2 weeks, he forgives and forgets. Will treat you normally how he would any other day. Just never let it happen again.

“If this occurs once more then I will break your goddamn teeth so you won’t have a fucking cheek with your superiors anymore. Do I make myself clear, Muppet?” “Crystal clear, Sir.”

Ghost

*Stare intensifies*

Will lean on the wall during practice, watch you until you notice him, points to you and then uses his thumb to point at the door, “Outside. Now.”

You probably got snitched on by your superior, they could’ve snitched to anyone but thanks to your dumb luck they snitched on you to Ghost. Fucking tattletale.

Asked for your explanation first, he usually takes the sides of the rookies first. He knows that higher ups can take advantage of the newbies and lower rankings.

You really try to leave out details, “And then the car exploded.” “How did it explode?” “I’m not sure, Sir, but it exploded somehow. It could’ve been the Russians…?” “Private, your mission was in Japan. There were no Russians.”

You may or may not have said a couple of other things to your Sergeant before and after the mission…and yesterday…and a second ago before you were training.

You try to play innocent and pretend this is your first offence because truth be told you where petrified of Ghost and the skull mask didn’t make things better for you.

Depending on Ghost’s mood he might just be understanding and say he use to behave the same when he was a rookie, “Wait, you also punched your Sergeant in the face?” “You punched your Sergeant in the face?”

Will reprimand you, not as bad as Price will but enough to make sure this never happens again.

If he yelled at you, you may or may not cry. Don’t cry in front of Ghost either. He doesn’t like crying children, especially crying rookies. Might actually give you something to cry about.

He’ll make sure your Sergeant keeps tabs on your behaviour and if you so much as act up in the slightest, you’re getting snitched on again.

Ghost puts you in your place by doing that parent finger pointing thing every time he catches you lacking.

“You’re on thin ice with me.”

Soap

“Did you really say that to him?“ “Yes, Sir.” “It’s okay I would’ve done it too.”

100% supportive, he’s number 1 when it comes to insubordination.

Is playful with his scolding, practically puts on a show to make whoever you insulted feel better, “I’ll make you wash the windows of the jet with a spatula. Now behave, okay? Go touch some grass.”

Like Ghost, he takes the sides of the rookies and lower ranks first. He’s had his fair share of abuse of power when he was young.

Commits insubordination against Ghost religiously.

If your insubordination got others hurt he’ll be tough on you. But other than that he honestly doesn’t care.

He sees a lot of himself in you.

If he does yell at you you’d stare at him blankly, “Speak English, Soap.”

If it’s insubordination to him he’ll be salty about it. Asks Ghost to deal with you.

Soap wouldn’t mind getting back at your Sergeant if the offence was justified, both of you would scheme about it. In the end you both simply douse the Sergeant in syrup and leaves.

“We make a pretty good team. Let’s do this more often.”

Gaz

Let’s it slide. He’s committed a shit load of insubordination offences against Price and somehow gets away with it.

Probably gets into trouble because he didn’t correct your behaviour.

“Alright, Solider. There’s a time and place for everything…now is not the time nor place.” He speaks to you like an older brother would.

Is actually calm when he speaks and remains calm until the very end unlike Price. Very good at deescalating situations and talking people down.

Has to now convince your Sergeant not to murder you in cold blood.

“I’m going to need you to explain what happened with you and your Sergeant last week.” “Wouldn’t you like to know, Weather boy.”

You might just make him throw hands.

Don’t worry though, he’ll make the next two weeks hell for you and if that doesn’t solve your attitude problem then expect to repeat the entire training process to become an SAS solider again.

Gaz will respectfully put you back into place.

“You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. I hope this will be a lesson to you, Rook.”

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[dawnofh]

König with a short s/o [Headcannon]

Gets spooked every time you say hi, he doesn’t know where the voice is coming from.

Can pick you up very easily. Too easily. “Do I weight anything to you?” you’d joke around. “It feels like I’m holding dust”

Originally you were scared of König, thinking that he was out to get you because you got his sniper position. Truth be told he actually was until he saw you and deemed you not even a threat to a fly.

He had one sided beef with you for awhile and definitely underestimated your size.

They say dynamite comes in small packages.

You tried desperately to prove your worth to König, leading you almost extinct. You definitely got his attention after that.

Training with König becomes intense. If you manage to somehow triangle choke him or at least attempt to then he’d manoeuvre his hand out your grasp, grab you tightly by your thighs and stand up with you on his shoulders. You’d be staring face to face with him. “Your move, Darling.”

Not only is the training intense but so is the make out sessions, you didn’t expect such passion from the ‘quiet kid’.

König is on high alert every time you two sleep next to each other. He’s quite literally scared of crushing or suffocating you to death.

Stares at you at random times then has the urge to pick you up for no reason and hug you. “Teeny tiny.”

Purposely puts things on the top shelf to spite you just so you can ask him to get it for you.

Calls you terms of endearments in German but refuses to dirty talk in is. Claims it’s extremely weird.

Likes watching first responder shows with you on Disney+, has had to watch over 6 seasons and required German subtitles.

Can stay up till 3 in the morning and often carries you to bed at midnight. Claims that tiny people don’t store enough energy.

Towers over you for no reason while you’re doing something. He’s not trying to intimidate you, just likes watching you do anything.

Has a weird fascination about how tiny you are and questions how you do your everyday tasks. “I do things just like any other human, König. I’m not a child.”

Likes measuring your hands with his, thinks it’s cute. Also thinks about how easy it would be to crush them which keeps him up at night sometimes.

Obvious size kink and some power play.

Worried that he’d actually break you during sex and respectfully you wouldn’t mind.

The mask stays on.

König definitely has hella scratches on his back from previous nightly sessions and if his teammates catch glimpse of it he blames it on a cat. They know it’s not a cat.

Would only do CNC if you’re comfortable. Gets off to the idea of you not being able to stop him as he mercilessly uses you for his pleasure. Holds your wrists down with one hand against your back while the other is wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m satisfied.”

Secretly has a thing for role play but hasn’t told you. He fantasises about you being the enemy and him interrogating you to get information about your teams whereabouts.

Based on your ethnicity, he’d try cook your types of dishes. While he cooks, he makes you sit on the counter and watch so that he can occasionally slot himself between your thighs and hug you.

Because of how effortlessly he can pick you up, you’re practically a rag doll to him. He can bend or move you however he wants, make you flexible if he wants to. Even effortlessly holds you against the wall, pounds you until you’re begging and crying.

You randomly sit on his lap and he’ll protectively wrap his arms around you. You randomly sit on his thigh he’ll bounce it.

You once saw him break a man’s back on it and immediately went weak. The mere thought of how powerful that thigh was made you hard.

König always left that killer side outside whenever he entered the bedroom. Although you’d love for him to bring in a bit of that killer part inside too.

Being small and in a relationship with a mountain of a man comes with many pros. For instance, you can get carried anywhere you want and get to see the world from a higher point of view. You also love when you try run away from him and how simple it is for him to give you a head start then catch you and put you over his shoulder in mere seconds.

Getting into an argument with König, you’re usually the angry one. If you frail your hands or throw things, König will hold you down so that you don’t hurt yourself and won’t let a go until you cool down. König makes it his mission to never get angry at you, knowing that he could genuinely scare you and make you feel unsafe if he did.

He’d ban sex for 5 months if you ever used your safe word. Even after reassuring him it would take awhile for him to get back into the mood without feeling like he’s taking advantage of you. As much as he loves his shear strength against you, he thinks about how you could feel overpowered and vulnerable to stop him if he hurts you.

König doesn’t like shopping. He’d much rather stay at home and do it online. The anxiety of having so many eyes on him makes him sick. Even when going through drive thrus, he’d make you drive just so you can give the order.

If you ever wake up hysterical from nightmares or sleep paralysis, König will let you lay against his chest and coax you to fall asleep. He’ll stay up in case you have another episode to wake you up and repeat the cycle of comfort.

Stands behind you whenever you’re having a conversation with someone else, just to intimidate them so they won’t try any funny business and quickly walk away. “König!! There you are!!” You’re oblivious to what he’s doing and embrace him in a hug every time just because you’re happy to see him.

God forbid you have man boobs or else König would have his hands up your shirt every day and every night. He’d go as far as overpowering you during training just to remove that shirt and grope your chest. Latches onto your chest and sucks it just so he can see the nipples swollen and red.

Cockwarming König is dangerous. He allows you to get sleepy for a minute before full on pounding you then stops until you’re sleepy again. This leaves you dumified. The process continues until you’re left pathetically thrusting yourself onto him mindlessly.

When König is overwhelmed with paperwork and has to pull all nighters, you’re under the table with his dick far back into your throat. Sometimes you fall asleep and König can’t help but laugh and take a picture. His Home Screen is you fast asleep with his dick still in your mouth.

König is officially the big, scary dog privilege. He’s always close behind you, whether it’s during meetings, missions, cooking or the devils tango.

“This is my boyfriend, König!!” You’re always excited to introduce him.

König melts every time you look up at him with admiration in your eyes. You’re the only person he’s comfortable taking his mask off for. He’ll also take his coat off in a split second if you say you’re cold or so much as shiver.

Although walking around the room in his shirt or hoodie will lead to neck and thigh kisses before it leads to loud slapping noises and breathy moans.

Allows you to sit in his lap and braid his hair if it’s long. You’re his personal hair stylist

König loves when you fall asleep on his chest, he thinks you look even cuter when you’re fast asleep which could be a dangerous thought.

You love being small spoon, not only for your human weighted blanket but because of the safety you feel when you’re pressed up against König’s built chest, huge frame and muscular biceps. 

König has a bad habit of putting his thigh between your legs when he’s big spoon, from time to time he will rub it against you.

Don’t bother waking up early, he won’t let you leave until he’s done sleeping. His arms are like iron bars and he will quite literally lock his legs into yours.

König radiates so much happiness when he’s around you, will listen and hang onto every word you say. He’s one of the best listeners and will sit down at any given time to hear you talk about your problems and insecurities. Is always a shoulder you can cry on and has his arms open for the biggest bear hug.

König is love, König is life.

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[dawnofh]

Masterlist:

Call Of Duty

Who am I to you? [Ghost(22) x Roach]

Mentor Ghost [Headcannon]

141 dealing with a rookie who “accidentally” committed insubordination against their Sergeant[Headcannon]

König with a short s/o[Headcannon]

How could we ever just be friends? [König x male reader]

Getting saved by 141[Headcannon]

Tagging 141 then running away[Headcannon]

Lieutenant cockblock[Gaz x Male reader]

Calling 141 by their real names[Headcannon]

Marvel

“And who’s your boyfriend, the Winter solider?”[Bucky x Male Reader. Ft John Walker]

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[dawnofh]

How could we ever just be friends?

König x male reader

“C’mon Big guy, don’t keep me waiting!!” You yelled at the tall Austrian man who couldn’t peal his eyes away from the fireworks that adorned the sky. His pupils practically looked dilated as he stared in awe. You admired him for a bit, smiling as he could barely look away, every colour and pattern enticing him more to stay and not break eye contact.

“Ich komme…I mean!! I’m coming.” He ran up to you so fast you felt as if he might just tackle you into the snow, which he has done of several occasions. The tall Austrian towered over you, bouncing on his heels like a child, he was excited for you to spend time with him in his hometown. You were overjoyed to just be in his presence. The blue irises in his eyes melt every time you were around him, it was something you could easily lose yourself in. What a magnificent sight. But you were blind to this obvious hints, as was he to yours.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You didn’t break eye contact, his gaze enticing like the fireworks so you stared back at him with the same admiration. He crouched down a bit to your height to stare deeper into your eyes, you couldn’t help the feeling of immense feelings overshadow you. The feeling to just reach out, lunge your arms around his neck and kiss him through the balaclava version of his mask which you quite frankly were fond of.

“König—“

“Scheiße, you’re turning red, are you running a fever?” He put his gloved hands on your face, expecting to feel your temperament through them. This not only amused but flustered you, you let out an airy laugh, the coldness causing a mist as you did so. “What are you laughing at we need to get you to-“

You cut him off by pulling him lower to your height, cupping his face with your gloved hands, “Big guy. You really are something, you know that?”

“Th..Thank you?” König said with confusion, studying your face for signs of sickness, “Y/N..? Do you want to sit down?” He leaned more closer as the fondness in your eyes went over his head.

“How can someone such as yourself be so slow on the uptake.” You let go of him, walking away towards a small little antic shop. He followed behind, “What does that mean?” He opened the door for you, the jingle of the bell giving him a mini jumpscare. You glanced up at him as you walked inside, the warmth welcoming you in, “Nothing. Don’t wrap your head around it for too long.”

“You know English isn’t my first language..” He complained, closing the door behind you and looking around. The store was completely fragile, glancing at the items made him tense up, he even had to duck to just get inside. “You’ve got to be kidding me...” He mumbled in German. You knew what you were doing by bringing him into here.

“Hey König, come see this~” You said teasingly as you gestured to the ceramic bowls. He practically tiptoed and sucked his breath in to avoid touching anything, it was like bringing an elephant into a room made of glass. Or that’s how he felt.

“Looks. Great. Wow.” He said stiffly to which you moved deeper into the store. König just stood there, afraid to move an inch, his eyes widened however when he stared directly at a cat on the shelf. Then those eyes softened the same way it does when he looks at you.

While the tall guy was distracted you browsed around, grabbing the item you came here for. “That’ll be 20 euros.” The shop clerk said in German as she smiled at you while you handed her the money, “What a precious gift young man, who’s the lucky lady getting this?” Somehow with your limited German you could put the sentence together and understand.

You could only chuckle before gesturing to the dangerous mountain of a man who was petting a cat. “He’s the lucky lady~” You said in English.

She could only stare, frightened that he might squish her cat to death just by petting it. “Well.. you know what they say about Austrians..” She began to speak back in English to you.

“No? What do they say?” You leaned in, curious.

“That it’s all in the eyes.”

“Come again?”

“What’s the first thing you noticed when you saw that man other than his height.” She continued, you let out a gasp of realisation, “It’s all in the eyes, Sonny.”

“Oh my god, you’re right. Thank you, Lady.” You grabbed your item, pocketing it.

“Hey wait-“

“Keep the change.” You said to her before grabbing König by his arm and dragging him away, he said goodbye to the shop clerk in his native tongue and to the cat while you pulled him out the store, he instinctively ducked and when you two were finally out you let him go to stare.

“What’s up?” He asked confused by the sudden change of behaviour but kinda used to it by now. “I should be asking you that.” You practically stormed into town square, leaving König to run after you rather confused. “Y/N?! Did I do something—“

“Are you trying to seduce me.” You made direct eye contact, he genuinely couldn’t tell what emotions you were showing, a problem he found out when you two first met. The Austrian soldier looked up at the fireworks for a second, collecting himself before grabbing your chin with his index finger and thumb. His eyes were now half lidded as they sent chills down your spine.

“Would you like me to seduce you?”

You simply stared back dumbfounded, lost for words. Utterly flabbergasted. You tried to register those words in your head again, not believing König out of all people said that to you. You always saw him as doormat from the first time you joined the military. You were so used of being top of everything, in control, making people lose their words, choke on their breath and catch them by surprise. How the turntables.

“You..I…uhm…” Your words weren’t wording. König got the biggest kick by doing this and you had no idea how someone like him was able to gain the upper hand against you. As if he could read your mind, he let go putting a hand on your shoulder, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to do that~” You knew by the tone of his voice he wasn’t genuine so your eyes hardened, resorting to glare to try mask a side you didn’t know existed.

König leaned down to your height and you froze up yet again, he knew very well what he was doing as he lowered himself towards your ear, “Lass uns nach Hause gehen.” He glanced at you before walking towards a bus stop.

You took out the music box from your pocket that you bought him, wanting to just throw it at his head for no reason whatsoever other than the fact he made you fall deeper. You wanted to mask yourself again, this time with hatred. You hated how König was breaking through and causing cracks in your facade, hated how he nearly saw right through you.

“C’mon Little guy, don’t keep me waiting.” You heard him say.

You felt your eye twitch before turning to him slowly, those half lidded eyes staring into your soul. You could smell the smirk across his face now. The fireworks continued as they were in the background, you could see the colours reflect off of König. He was still a magnificent sight.

“How could we ever just be friends….” You whispered inaudibly, pocketing the gift and following close behind him. König slowed down so he was next to you, unsurprisingly making a move by putting his arm over your shoulder.

“Guess you’re a bit slow on the uptake too.”

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[dawnofh]

Getting saved by 141 [Headcannon]

Price

Disappointment but not surprised, how hard was it to stay put and don’t get kidnapped?

Made an entire rescue mission just to get you back.

Was the first face you saw when he came to your aid.

“I’ve got you Son.” Reassured you that you were alright and in safe hands.

“I’m sorry Sir, I told them about the team’s whereabouts…” could care less that you gave them information, more about the fact you were tortured for it.

Shines a flashlight in your eyes and tells you to follow it just to make sure you’re still functioning.

Is angry but not at you, likely at himself for allowing one of his own to be taken.

Will offer to carry you on his back if you can’t walk.

Patches up your wounds by himself, warns you in advance when disinfecting the wounds, “This is going to hurt like a bitch so suck it up.”

10/10, give this man father of the year. Don’t expect candy from this man, he will offer you a cigar though.

You’re on probation. Don’t even try change Price’s mind. He’ll just give you a pat on the back and apologise, “It’s for your own good, Kid.”

Checks up on your mental state daily and recommends you a military councillor.

Ghost

Knight in military uniform.

Sneaks into the warehouse you’re being held captive in.

Stealthy asf, no one ever sees this man coming and if they do then it’s already too late.

Jumpscare.

If he isn’t opening fire then he’s probably throwing knives into necks.

Throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes if you’re injured, doesn’t matter what injury, he’s just not patient.

Stabs adrenaline into you to keep you alive.

“You breathing, Soldier?” Gently slaps your face to keep you awake.

Will undress you from your uniform without second thought to patch up a wound so you don’t bleed out.

Sits next to you on the plane ride back to monitor your state. If you were unconscious when he found you then he’d allow you to lay on his shoulder but if you’re conscious he’ll make sure you stay that away until you’ve received medical attention.

If you’re the former then he’s probably not the best face to wake up to.

“Holy shit, am I dead?” “You nearly were.” “Because I’m seeing a Ghost.” “I still don’t find you funny.”

He definitely killed everyone in that warehouse for harming one of his own but will never admit that to you and simply just tells you, “Everything is taken care of, Kid. Go rest up.”

Puts you on probation and during that probation he’ll teach you some moves so that he doesn’t have to save you again.

Soap

*Panicked Scottish noises*

Radios you over and over to try get your location, when he finds out you’ve been taken he goes into Captain Mactavish mode.

Doesn’t really make a plan, runs straight into danger. Definitely blows something up just to live up to the demolition expert title.

Would quite literally NOT tackle someone out of a window onto a car but simply will throw them out of one. That Captain Mactavish mode has its limits.

Rushes to your side and cuts off your restraints. Cups your face with his gloved hand and tilts your head back and forth to check for any head injuries. You could be staring him dead in his eyes and he’d still check your pulse.

Will fireman carry you if you can’t walk or you’re unconscious.

Clicks his fingers in your face and then asks you how many fingers he’s holding up. You look at him dumbfounded, “5…?” “Fuckin hell you need medical treatment…”

If you’re falling off to sleep then he’ll keep you awake by teaching you some Scottish slang. “So you’re telling me that Elizabeth or Lizzie is slang for…coffin dodger?” “Or old cunt.” “I will be sure to use that more often now.” “Aye but do be careful of who you’re saying it around. You know how Brits get.” “……”

Gets Price to put you on probation even if the injuries aren’t serious. He’s just not taking any chances.

Gaz

“You broken?”

Panic mechanic Gaz.

Acts on his knee jerker responses to which needs Price to hold him back and keep him in check.

Threw tear gas through the vents and came through the roof opening fire. Couple of knives went through eyes, one of them nearly hit you. So much for a rescue mission.

Gaz would probably stare at you if you’re unconscious to see if you’re breathing or not. Gets up real close to your face, “Okay good, you’re still alive.” He was just afraid to be the one to collect your dog tag so he didn’t want to check your pulse.

Doesn’t have enough muscle mass to pick you up so would either drag you out of danger or let you lean on his shoulder.

Gaz is definitely the type to over bandage you, “Can never be to safe than sorry.” You looked mummified after he’s done with you.

Will let you sleep on his lap if he found you unconscious, after every 5 minutes he put a finger below your nose to check if you’re still breathing.

If he found you awake he tries his best to keep you awake, “Hey buddy, keep your eyes open or else you’re going to die.”

Doesn’t sugarcoat, tells you exactly what injuries you have, “I think your knee is dislocated, do you want me to relocate it now?” “Sergeant, please don’t.” Will relocate it anyway.

Tells you about his life story and how he got recruited into 141, “I was born at a very young age.” He really tries to lighten the mood.

Threatens to shatter your kneecaps if you don’t take at least 5 weeks off.

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[dawnofh]

Hello I hope you day is going well. I don’t know if you do requests but you write 141 so well and I was hoping if you could write a gn reader just going up to the pals and just tagging them and saying tag your it and running away. Please👀.

I don’t really do requests but I loved the idea, thanks. Have an amazing day🫶

Tagging 141 then running away [Headcannon]

Price

“Tag, Captain!! You’re it!!”

As you run away, Price just stares at you, with both disappointment and concern.

His thoughts are, It’s that damn phone again.

Will never entertain your childish behaviour because this is modern warfare not a playground.

However if you tag him and take his bucket hat then he’s suddenly Usain Bolt.

He finna hunt you down.

“You fuckin Muppet, have you lost your bloody mind?!”

Expect to be hit or injured in some way. You’ll be hurt emotionally and physically.

He’s the, ‘I’ll give you something to cry about’ type of parent.

If for some reason he is a parental figure to you, he still won’t entertain your childish behaviour. “Stop it, get some help.”

No matter what he doesn’t give two shits about your dumb game and will simply shake his head trying to figure out when and how he went wrong with you.

Might just pull out a gun or knife on you one of these days, “Tag me again and you’re losing all 5 fingers today.” Please don’t tag him.

Ghost

There is a time and place for everything. I repeat, there is a time and place for everything.

“Tag!! You’re it!!” Simon wouldn’t even react, he would simply watch you run then move on with life.

If Ghost took things personally then Rodolfo would’ve flown through the windscreen for making that mask joke.

Simon would get you back at the worst time, “Lieutenant I’m scared to jump.” You looked down at the cliff, wondering if the water would be able to break your fall. He’d give you that Ghost stare then put a hand on your shoulder and go, “Tag. You’re it.” Before pushing you off.

On a normal basis, just like Price he wouldn’t entertain you nor give you the time of day.

“Lieutenant do you even know what tag is?” You question if this man had a childhood or even had friends. Although he wouldn’t take lightly to the question and just stare to shut you up.

His anger doesn’t show in person so he’ll take it out on you during training, make you run around the base just because he can, “C’mon Soldier, pick up the pace!! I thought you liked running?!!”

Realistically speaking, you actually wouldn’t want to be chased by a 6’4 British man in a skull mask. That’s pure nightmare fuel and would likely give you PTSD for the rest of your life.

Soap

Competitive asf.

“Tag!! You’re it!!” as soon as you run away slowly as a joke you realise Soap actually got up to chase you, “STOP!! I DON’T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE, SERGEANT!!!!!”

Don’t start something you can’t finish.

Soap is hella competitive and takes the game very seriously, there is no place on this base you could possibly run and hide.

Immobilises you to get a win.

‘It’s just a prank, bro.’ energy

“Let’s spice the game up by tagging each other with grenades.” “Sergeant what the fuck-“ “Okay fine…knives.” “Sergeant please-“

Is likely to start initiating the game to which Price disapproves of and shuts it down immediately.

Might even take the game a step further by doing it one time during a mission to which Ghost slaps you both at the back of your heads.

Never does it again but would offer to play hide and seek or the floor is lava at the base, so long as neither of you are caught.

Switches up real quick when Price or Ghost are around, “Y/N. How old are you?”

John was most likely that one kid in school who took tag too seriously therefore tag is now banned at the base.

Gaz

“Tag you’re—“ “IT!!!”

Gaz was that fast kid in school. He’s the one kid no one was able to tag and is an ankle breaker.

Will climb over tables and cars just to tag you back.

Probably is the type to trip you when you’re walking, so be warned when playing tag, this man will two feet you just to get a victory.

You two annoy the shit out of Price. He becomes a human shield when you two insist on running around him just so the other can avoid getting tagged.

You and Gaz will probably go around tagging the entire base and somehow get everyone involved. All fun and games until someone tags Price or Ghost.

Tag with Gaz becomes the extreme hide and seek. He’d quite literally sit in a tree and wait for you to walk pass so he can jump down and tag you. Unlike Soap, he genuinely does take the game as a joke but wants to win.

You two might even be able to convince Price to make tag a training exercise. With some terms and conditions however.

During missions you’d sneakily still play. Except tag in ghillie suits is not ideal and there’s a small chance of tagging the enemy.

Tag but make it sniping, “Tag, dude with the hat is down.” “Tag, guy with the balaclava is down.” “Tag, macho looking man is down.”

“Shut the actual fuck up, Muppets.”

Just like that. Tag is banned again.

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[dawnofh]

Lieutenant cockblock.

Gaz x Male reader

“Kyle.” You stared deeply into his eyes as your fingers interlocked, you clinked your wine glasses together as he edged closer, lips inches away from yours.

“Y/N.”

He stared back romantically at you, placing his glass down to rub his thumb over your bottom lip, “We should do this more often, Love.”

“Yes, I agree.” You said flirtatiously as you took a sip of wine then placed your glass down, gently manoeuvring yourself onto his lap. “We should do a lot more things often, Kyle.”

“I wholeheartedly agree to that…” His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace, “I’ll be sure to check my schedule, add you into it now and then.”

“I’d love nothing more than to take up the entirety of that schedule…if you know what I mean.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers against his short hair that he was growing out. You could feel how soft it was and made a note to get Gaz to wear his hat less so it’s always like this.

“If I remember correctly, your appointment on my schedule should be…” He checked his wrist, pretending to look at his imaginary watch. “Right about now.” Gaz’s hands found their way up your shirt as he pressed kisses against your neck and jaw. You immediately reciprocate the same passion by pushing him onto the couch so that you’re on top, “Mr Garrick, your schedule seems fully booked, I don’t think we should—“

He changed positions, pushing you against the sofa with his knee between your legs, “I’ll just have to reschedule then? I’m sure my other clients won’t mind?”

“I’m sure they won’t…” You said seductively as he leaned in, ready to kiss you.

“I’m sure they’ll mind.”

“HOLY SHIT- LIEUTENANT-“ Gaz shrieked, detaching himself from you. “Ghost!?” You sat up, looking over the couch at the 6’4 soldier who sat by the 4 seater table with a cup of tea in his hand. “The one and only.” He said nonchalantly.

“Lieutenant what the hell are you doing here?!” Gaz was clearly flustered upon being caught by his superior.

Ghost shrugged, “Last I checked I worked here.”

“You have a room.” Gaz neatened you up.

“So do you, Sergeant.”

You could only laugh the embarrassment away, “Nice to see you, Simon.” You finally stood up, waving at the Brit.

“Likewise, Y/N.” He lifted his mask a bit to take a sip, luckily he was sitting in a dark area so you couldn’t see his face, the only light source illuminating the room you guys were in was the 4 tea candles Gaz placed down to make the ambiance romantic.

“Well…that just killed the mood…” Gaz groaned as he stared daggers into Ghost, suddenly forgetting his fear of the man. Simon simply shrugged, taking another sip of his tea and making sure to slurp it obnoxiously just to spite Kyle even more.

“Lieutenant cockblock.”

“Glad I could be of service, Sergeant.”

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[dawnofh]

Calling 141 by their real names. [Headcannon]

Price

As soon as he here’s anything but “Captain” or “Price”, you’re good as dead.

Would be a moment of silence before he turns to stare at you directly with a straight face, “What did you just call me, Soldier?”

Will turn to face you with the cigar still in his mouth then take a long drag. The silence is so loud.

His calm yet assertive voice is enough to make a grown man cry.

Respect your elders.

Would definitely death stare you if you did it in front of anyone but if you said it during a mission he’d smack your head then threaten you to keep this off the record.

Expect to be punished, at least 100 push-ups and a scolding should suffice as well as a 2hr lecture about respect then a transition into, “It’s because of that damn phone.”

Does not give two shits if it’s for a TikTok, “You call me Johnathan again and I’ll hang you from a rope.”

In conclusion, don’t fuck around with Price if you’re a Private. You’re asking to get killed, this man doesn’t play around.

However if you knew Price when he was a Lieutenant and was his subordinate, he might just let you off the hook because you’re practically family by now. By default anyone older than him and higher ranked can call him by name.

Even so he’d still be taken back by the fact you’ve said his name so casually. Would only allow you to say it out of work though.

He’s still going to threaten to hang you from a rope regardless.

Ghost

“That’s Lieutenant or Ghost to you, Soldier.”

Angry 6’4 British man.

Say your prayers, homeboy would likely cuss you out and threaten you in his thickest Manchester accent he can conjure up.

Doesn’t need to use intimidation tactics, he is the intimidation tactic.

You’ve heard enough ghost stories about him from your fellow peers. Therefore where you found the balls to call him Simon is beyond you.

Will probably let it slide once but if it happens again he’d either ignore you every time you address him by his name, give you a serious scolding or just stare. Will never get physical with his subordinates or any teammate for that matter unless it’s training.

His stare will 100% make you apologise and refer to him as “Sir” for as long as you are in the military.

Genuinely all this man has to do is stare. His stare speaks louder than words.

He has a major staring problem.

If you two have known each other for years upon years or if you’re higher ranked than him then Simon is fine. Especially if you’re part of 141 or out of work.

Still would stare at you if you call him by name.

Soap

“Only Ghost can call me Johnny.”

Wouldn’t get as upset as Price and Ghost.

Is probably really close and buddy-buddy with his subordinates, especially if he’s the one training them.

Don’t misunderstand and take advantage of his kindness as a ticket to disrespect him. This Scottish hawk will put you in a chokehold if you continuously call him by name.

Likely the type to chase you around base and if not will make you do 50 laps until he thinks you’ve learnt your lesson.

If you’re a sergeant like him, you probably wouldn’t take him seriously, “Oi John, get your ass over here.” “Would it kill you to just call me, Soap?”

You’d make fun of him by calling him different brands of soaps and sometimes your personal favourites “Sergeant Dishwash” or “Sergeant head and shoulders.” Every soap related joke you can think of.

*Upset Scottish noises*

If you’re close with him he doesn’t care, same with out of work but still, don’t call him Johnny. He’d much rather prefer John. Johnny is reserved for Ghost.

Gaz

“Just Gaz will do.”

Total sweetheart but has attitude.

Insults you with his lovely voice and accent, it barely sounds like an insult if he’s not yelling it.

Would reverse uno card by calling you by your name, “Hey Kyle.” “Hi Y/N.”

Gaz is a wild card, depending on his mood, your ranking and how close you two are he might just let it slide, shrug it off or flick you on your forehead.

If he’s salty about you calling him “Kyle” he’ll make an example out of you during training for the other rookies to see. “Today’s lesson, I will be showing you what happens when you address me by anything but Sergeant Gaz.”

Will not go easy on you, your face will kiss the floor. Lesson learnt.

If you two are friends or you’re higher ranked than him then it doesn’t phase him in the slightest.

Pretty chilled and down to earth type of guy. If he gives you respect then he expects the same back.

Extras:

Y/N: Good morning, Johnathan.

Price: *Sigh* We’ve been through this, Muppet. What is my name?

Y/N: Johnathan?

Price: No.

Y/N: John?

Price: Negative.

Y/N: John Price?

Price: We’re getting closer.

Y/N: Captain John Price.

Price: There you go.

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Y/N: Whaddup Simon.

Ghost: I don’t find you funny.

Y/N: Hey Johnny.

Soap: Only Ghost calls me Johnny, you may call me John.

Y/N: Sup Kyle

Gaz: What’s good, Fam.

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[dawnofh]

"And who's your boyfriend, the Winter Soldier?"

Bucky x male reader (+ John Walker)

tw/violence

"So you're telling me that you can replicated the super soldier serum?"

"Who are you again?"

"The names John Walker, darling." He pulled out his signature smile and winked. You gave him a blank stare, "You see what you're going to do, you're going to take that enthusiasm and shove it up your ass. I'm not making the steroid booster 2000 again."

"C'mon baby girl-"

"Sir. I'm a man." You deadpanned, taking off your safety goggles and hanging up your lab coat. Surprisingly he continued to pester you with a shit eating grin. "Its the 21st century, I understand, you can be whatever and whoever you want to be."

You sighed in annoyance, "Dude. Leave me alone." You changed your shoes then walked straight pass him, glancing at Cap's shield that he held tightly in his grasp. He caught your shoulder, spinning you around to face him, "Listen sweetie, I'm not asking I'm-"

"A wannabe." You finished his sentance, shrugging off his hand and looking him up and down. "Goodbye John Walker."

The new face of America glared, not use to being flat out rejected. He stalked after you towards your car as you opened the backseat door to place your bag in. He grabbed you, closing the door then slamming you against it.

"Woaah there buddy, no need to get handsey with me, we could simply have a normal conversation you neanderthal."

John tightened his grip around your shoulder, you hissed soft when he did this, confused if military soldiers were allowed to assert their strength against innocent civilians. You got your answer when he turned you around and cuffed you, making you snort softly. "Am I under arrest for hurting your feelings?" You hissed again when he slammed you against the car window.

"I won't ask you again. Make the serum or else."

"Or else what, jackass." You flinched at the pain setting in on your face. John was far from impressed at the challenge, he took your car keys from your cuffed hands, calming himself, "Look, Kid. This doesn't have to get ugly, lets set some ground rules."

"Kid? I'm like 25 years old??"

"Rule number one-"

You turned around to face him before kicking him straight in the balls, "YOU BASTARD-" He grabbed you by the hair when you tried to run away. "Oh gee, hope I fixed your generation with that kick." Still having the nerve to joke around with the angered soldier you smiled, giving him a wink of reasurance. The latter responded by rapidly opening the passenger door and shoving you inside. He buckled you up, making you snicker before he slammed the door, going over to the drivers side.

"I don't think you pay bills to be slamming my door, Buddy." You flinched slightly when got into the car aggresivly, veins popping from his forehead.

"Bro chill, it ain't even that dee--" He grabbed your hair roughly and slammed it into the dashboard repeatdly. You leaned back into your seat, coughing, the taste of blood touching your tongue. Your head dipped forward as you held back a scream, your face was tingling painfully. Not how you expected your Friday night to go. The car ignition interrupted your thoughts as he hit accelerate, throwing your body forward but with the help of the seat belt holding you in place. John speed out the underground vacant parking lot.

You stifled out a weak chuckle, "What are you going to do? Get me a speeding ticket..?" You observed how white his knuckles were turning as he stepped on the accelerator harder and changed gears. The American shield placed comfortably around his back. You jerked forward again, gasping when the car stalled, "Are you crazy and dumb?! Do you even know how to drive this thing?!"

"IS THIS STICK OR AUTOMATIC?!"

You nearly screamed when he speed up, swerving through cars. Maybe John driving wrecklessly on a freeway was not your ideal thought of how this kidnapping was playing out. "It's a one of a kind car created by Stark industries and made specifically for me and me alone."

He gritted his teeth, getting gradually faster. "Hey, dummy. Press that button." You gestured to the silver button next to the hazard lights. "Whats it for?"

"Its the fog lights so you don't kill someone while you decide to use my car to fast and furious on a highway." You cleared your throat and held back a grin when he pushed up the glass protection to press it. "Great, now he should be here in 10 minutes." You leaned against the window admiring the Stark building in the far distance, mentally thanking Tony in heaven for designing the tracker feature in your car.

"Who should be here in 10 minutes?" He slowed down the car by 5%. You sighed, staring dreamily out the window, "My boyfriend."

John glanced at you but you didn't make eye contact, "And who's your boyfriend, the Winter Soldier?" He laughed out loud then stayed quiet, noticing the uncomfortable silence in the car now. "Hey c'mon, who's your boyfriend, huh?!"

You stayed quiet, smiling amusingly. Watching as John's face went pale. "You know, I'm beginning to get tired of being kidnapped often now, the first three times was understandable but now this, its a bit too much ain't it."

You turned to face John, his eyes trembling on the road, "How many times have you been kidnapped?" He asked softly, speeding pass a red light. "Lost count, probably more than seven times though.."

"And your boyfriend finds you everytime?"

"Yea, its like a game of hide and seek, ye know? Except its always me that does the hiding and him that does the seeking." You carefully watched the time, stalling a bit before Bucky arrives to rescue you yet again.

"OKAY GET OUT THE CAR, I WAS KIDDING, ALRIGHT? THIS WAS JUST A JOKE." He halted the car immediatly, causing you to groan at the strain on your stomach from the safety belt, despite the ego you presented the whole way throughout the car ride you really genuinely didn't like situations like this and putting that burden on Bucky to rescue you everytime. At least once you wanted the roles to reverse so you could protect him.

John fumbled with his seat belt, searching for the handcuff key in his back pocket while you laughed nonchalantly and counted the seconds down on the car clock. The great value captain america stared at your jacked up face, putting his hand against your neck to shut you up. "YOU SON OF A BITCH HE'S GOING TO SNAP MY NECK WITH HIS METAL ARM"

"Ohh sounds fun~" you joked around, clenching your hands bound behind your back together. "...5...4...3.."

And as if on record time, the winter soldier jumped off the bridge and onto a parked off car since John hadn't realized the two of you were stuck in a traffic jam. "2....and...1" Bucky simply opened John's door without hesitation and repeatedly slammed his head against the steering wheel, the sound of continuous hooting filled the silence as many on lookers watched the scene play out. It was quite entertaining to watch as the man's face was smashed against the wheel, surprisingly the airbags didn't even show up to help him out.

"Damnnn..." You mumbled to yourself as Bucky came to your side and opened the door gently, taking off your seat belt, "Is he alive?"

"I don't care." He helped you out and broke right through your handcuffs with his super soldier strength. You were at awe by his strength yet again. "Won't you get into trouble for...you know.." You gestured to the unconscious John Walker, who was face first down on your car wheel.

"I don't care."

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