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Love: Tensions Pt 2

Simon 'Ghost' Riley X POC! Reader Pt.2

Art cred: Oreki Genya

Warnings: NSFW, harsh dirty talk, british dirty talk lmfaooo, some sweet fluff at the end

Happy Valentines Day <3 sorry for the wait and I'm sorry if he's out of character, but I had a lot of fun writing it this way.

NOT EDITED!!

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@weluvsosa @virgosapphire79 @svenskk-fiskk

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Love

Ghost stared at the snow’s glittering runway on the horizon’s surface while the sun began to set. His eyes were relaxed and content, not truly thinking about anything for once while he adjusted his black beanie and mask a bit. He would’ve preferred to be wearing his old Air Force bomber but he’d much rather see you wearing it like it was a trophy while he took comfort in knowing you were warm and happy in it.

He’d never admit that over the time you’ve worked together, he’d grown quite attached. Lately, you’d become his private escape in his mind. When the mission came to an end, as much as everyone wanted to give a sigh of relief, you had reached an even bigger bombshell and lead.

Makarov festered in your minds for a good while, however, Price encouraged the team to loosen up and have fun. Or at least to the best of their abilities. The bright side was everyone had about a two week leave, you having one so you and Laswell could get a quicker head start on planning and research.

Everyone talked amongst each other except for you and Ghost. You sat next to each other, separating yourself from the side conversations and only uttered low words to keep your privacy.

Ghost swore that every time he saw the dim lowlight of the bar and scattered neon hit your beautifully colored skin, he felt like the peace in his heart was being illuminated and rising to his eyes like it once did many years ago. As for you, Ghost’s words from when he found you injured and being carried by Rudy on the Los Vaqueros base rang in your mind like your mother’s favorite song.

After Rudy cleared the area and Soap distracted Graves’s tank away from your position, he began to tend to the nasty gash that went from your hip to your knee on the outer part of your leg. You and Rudy fought tooth and nail until Graves blew up a building that was just close enough to send a good chunk of razor-sharp shrapnel flying past your leg and blowing you back onto the concrete.

Your lip was bleeding and there was a gash right over both corners on the left side of your mouth. Rudy gave a slightly frustrated sigh as he pulled out a bandage roll from one of his tactical pockets, “I’m so sorry, mi hermana. Backups on the way, just hang on for a bit.”

You furrowed your brow and grunted, “I-…I think I can walk. If anything…ngh, its my fucking lip that hurts…h-holy shit…AGH!”

Rudy winced, “Forgive me, but you’ll thank me later. I hope.”

You quickly pulled your spare pistol out of your hip holster and shot down three other enemies before Rudy shielded you with himself; a loud BOOM followed by a wave of pure heat washing over the two of you. Black overtook your vision as your eyes began to feel like fallen marbles.

You gasped at the sudden upside down turn of the world, “Wha-“

“I got you, love, it’s alright now.”

‘…Ghost…?’

The name echoed in your mind.

You winced as he put you across his shoulders, “Don’t…touch me….bassstard…”

“Easy, bookworm. Don’t speak and keep your eyes open, you hear me?! That’s a bloody order!”

You scoffed drowsily, “I dare you to order me….bitch….heh.”

On the plane, Ghost set you down as gently as he could, allowing your legs to take up his own seat. Price rushed over to you and sighed, “Quite the nasty one you’ve got there, aye love?”

It didn’t feel the same as when Ghost said it.

You gave a tired moan in response, “Tell that Party City reject….I…said thank you…”

Soap looked over at your leg as well, “Bloody fuckin Jesus, lass.”

“Shh…yorkie…”

“I’m Scottish, actually….”

Ghost leaned in close to you, putting his hand on your forehead as gentle as he could, making you give a close-eyed pout, “Ugh.”

Your Lieutenant huffed, “You’re no demon on the field that’s for sure, but you fight like hell, don’t you?”

A smirk, “Damn right, Skullface.”

Now, you walked with a limp. But that simple and common nickname made you feel something. Something deep inside you but light; it felt like a gentle caress for your soul. It quite literally lit you up. You knew the name probably meant nothing…but you just couldn’t let it go. It festered and grew to the point of where you were actually more nervous than you should’ve been when he left you in the infirmary to finish the job in Chicago. You wanted him to come back safely so he could hold your hand gently like he did before he left, what he assumed was, your sleeping beauty like form.

You hated that.

You hated the power he had over you so suddenly. How dare he. He has to know what he’s doing, right? Or did he suddenly have you wrapped around his finger just because you were delirious and high on adrenaline? He…you sighed. ‘He was probably just fucking with me…,’ you frowned at the floor.

“I don’t like that..”

“Say it again? I couldn’t hear you, love.”

You were quickly brought out of your thoughts at his question, “Er…I don’t like that you’re letting me wear your jacket. Are you really not cold in this weather?”

Ghost huffed in amusement, a puff of vapor wisping away into the air through his mask, “No. Being deployed to random locations means random climates. You adapt.”

He smiled slightly at the sound of your slight chuckle, “Just say you’re a reptile, it’s okay.”

You stood beside him, watching the mix of colors in the sky, “Be careful on the next mission, Ghost. You hear me?”

Ghost nodded as he looked down at you, his eyes void of any amusement, “Always.”

Something about his stern sureness made your stomach tighten while his voice became so mind numbingly addicting, you could practically taste it. It was thick and sweet like caramel.

As he watched you, he thought of the name Alejandro gave you. Demonia didn’t suit you; not to him. Sure you were capable of killing and doing it well, but so was Soap and his name was the last thing that would have others looking over their shoulders. No. You didn’t make him tense and ready himself for action, you made him relax and soften his eyes.

He made you feel safe. So safe that when you the shadows darkened on his face, youd forgotten the threats that lurk in darkness. Your eyes always relaxed and sometimes he could swear they even sparkled like the water tonight.

You gave his favorite smile, “Always a pain in my ass.”

He huffed, “Not too sure I mind that if it’s yours.”

The heat in your face quickly rose as you punched his stone solid bicep, “SHUT UP!”

Ghost took hold of your fist, making you regret your decision quickly until he pulls you closer. He didn’t say a word. His stare was intense and made you practically stop breathing out of sudden self consciousness.

You held back a whimper as his free hand gently grazed over the wound on your leg through your jeans. His voice was husky and thick. You swore you the two of you could’ve melted the snow around you.

“You’ll be okay while I’m gone, won’t you, love?”

Vapor left your nose in a scoff of amusement again, “Why wouldn’t I be? I fight like hell, don’t I?”

You watched as he looked around and whispered to you, “Come back to my flat?”

Without hesitation you nodded.

Neither of you knew or cared how you got here. One minute you were at the bar, the next you were on his bed straddling his thighs and grinding yourself against him in a heavy make out session. You panted as he tossed his mask off, desperate to feel your callusing hands in his hair. You’d seen his face before to welcome you to Ghost Team but even now, you were left breathless. Simon didn’t allow you to ogle for too long though as he buried his face in your neck, licking the sweet spots where he could taste your perfume and skin together.

It truly was sweet. Sweet saccharine coating his tongue that caused his hips to begin to thrust harsher and rougher into your quickly dampening center. Your moans were music to his ears while he chose to ignore the potential moral dilemma of figuring out whether or not he liked hearing you moan in pain or pleasure. Simon decided to test that theory by giving a nasty SMACK to your supple ass, making you whine loudly.

“S-Simon! Ah,” you yelped. You could hardly catch your breath before he captured your lips in his own again, panting heavier at your responses. He loved the volume that came with you being in pain. He wasn’t a very loud lover himself, but he adored and ached for your sounds to challenge the gunfire that had interrupted your silences on the field.

“Knew you’d like that, bloody slag,” he grunted against your skin. Simon’s large, rough hands ran themselves up your shirt, practically yanking it over your head, before gripping your hips and pushing you down against his hard, clothed cock, “Don’t be shy. I know you want this. If you hold back, you’ll get worse than what’s in store for you.”

You whimpered through heavy lids and even heavier pants. You were submitting faster than you wanted. It was embarrassing to have fallen to his command so quickly. So you slowly slid your hands down from his hair to the sides of his neck and squeezed, “Maybe that’s exactly what I want, Simon. Mmm, fff-fu-uck! Hah, fuck, I want you to fuck m-me…”

Simon had never felt the pleasurable pressure around his neck before, but he didn’t have the heart nor desire to stop you. How could he when you submitted and begged so quick and perfect for him? As much as he wanted to take his time with you, he was still human despite what the team might think. He roughly and tightly held your jaw in his large han; running his thumb over your bottom lip slowly. You sighed a blissful nirvana as you licked his thumb and held his wrist, giving a look that he knew only the devil would use to tempt man.

“Fuck me, Simon. Fuck me like you hate me,” you enticed.

Simon couldn’t help but let out a small grunt of pleasure and submission to your words. He knew the game you were playing. But would it be so bad to lose this one time? To lose to you? Could he trust that possibility? For once, he thought he didn’t care about losing. Especially to you. If anything, that’s what he truly wanted.

It was malicious; the speed he possessed as he pinned you to the mattress and ripped your clothes off. You didn’t bother wondering what you were gonna wear to go back to your own flat the next day. If he let you go there at all. You whined and moaned as he slid his fingers against the wetness of your desperate, starved pussy.

“D’you always get this fuckin’ sloppy when you see me, love?”

You pulsed at that damn nickname. That fucking nickname you always got weak in the knees for. Fuck standing, you’d live on your knees for this man above you if you could. You let out a breathy whimper, “Mmm…mm mm.”

Simon scoffed, “You quite liked that, didn’t you, love? You like when I call you that?”

No response.

He furrowed his brow and harshly grabbed your neck, squeezing just enough to make you open your mouth before he spat into it and kept a tight pinch on your throbbing clit, “Answer me, slag. Now. You know better than to ignore your Lieutenant, yeah? I know you do.”

You cried, “Ha-ah!! Y-yes, sir! I-I love it! I-..ah! I a-always get this w-…wet…when you call me that..!”

Simon found a certain innocent charm in the shyness of your confession, “That’s a good girl. Behave while I fuck what’s mine, got it? You’re lucky I’m giving you this much so soon.”

You held back a whimper as he gently rubbed your clit in apologetic caresses and circles, “Y-yes..sir…hah, fuck Simon. Ple- Ah~!”

His pace reflected exactly how he fought. Quick, harsh, and damn near godly. The only thing he could focus on as he rammed his large, thick size into you was the moonlight on your naked being. A goddess of the night and rebirth. Taking you felt holy. Like he was being baptized and reborn into a better man than the one he once thought was long gone and dead like his childhood memories.

This was his confession. Of love, sin, and desire. A desire to hold you forever in his arms. A desire to forever keep you as happy and pleased as you are now. He wanted to be all you looked forward to seeing and being beside. His Holy Goddess that brought him back into the light of safety and temporary, blissful peace.

Your nails dug into his back, desperately trying to get his body inhumanely closer to your own. The sounds of his pleasurable grunts and filthy phrases of encouragement sent shocks so vigorously reviving, you would’ve believed Zeus struck the two of you for being the dirtiest sinners alive. But if a love and carnal passion like this was such a bad thing, then you didn’t want anything to do with anyone’s god or version of heaven. This was your heaven. Your nirvana. Your true point of enlightenment.

The closer Simon got to his climax the sloppier his kisses on your lips and body became, “Wait for me. I want you to wait for me, love. Please. Will you, when I’m away? Hm? For me? Please?”

His begging and half whimpers sent you into oblivion as you bit your lip and cried, “M-Mhm! Y-yes, Simon, I’ll wait! I’ll wait as long as you want me too, my love. I love you! Hah fuck, I love you!!”

Simon’s lips crashed into yours as he kept your body pressed against his chest while he thrusted so fast that if you were in an apartment, you’d’ve been scared of the headboard breaking through to the neighbor’s wall. As the two of you climaxed together, stars and swirls of rainbows filled your eyes while Simon never loosened his grip on your body; holding you in a tight, warm embrace.

Your minds were blank. Nothing but lust-filled chemical concoctions attempting to settle themselves down in your minds while eyelids began to grow heavy with delirium and tranquility. As you began to doze off, Simon pulled the covers over the two of you and pulled a spare mask from his nightstand, replacing the old one and once again preserving his features. You whispered, “Don’t leave me yet, Simon…stay…”

Your lieutenant stared as your eyes closed while he laid back down beside you. His heart fluttered at the sight and feel of you cuddling into him for warmth, “You’re much better than your big jacket.”

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dreamgothgirl · 1 year

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I've been seeing a lot of screenshots and videos going around recently about the cod fandom and the VAs that I thought I'd touch on. I've seen some people mention this topic and I'd just like to reiterate that people need to separate the character from the person. That person has boundaries and deserves respect just like everyone else.

Especially with a fandom as interactive as the cod fandom. Neil and Nick particularly are people. As human as us. They don't deserve to be impersonated on the internet or AO3 (it's illegal).

They deserve space and are allowed to do what they want. Specifically people yelling at them not to find AO3 or Wattpad or sending them edits and fanart. At the end of the day I understand why people would act that way, but they are not their characters. A lot of people have said this probably better than I have, but I just want to try and remind people that there is a difference and anything you wouldn't want done to you on the internet, don't do to the VAs. We are blessed to have interactive VAs like Nick and Neil. And even Alain, Barry and the others even if it's not as much. We are a good community and it only takes a couple bad apples or interactions to push them away.

I've seen how happy people are to have the two and I am one of those people. But there are some people that can take that further than it is meant to be taken.

I know that at the end of the day if they find what I've written about the characters I'm not going to care. They are adults, they can handle it. If they want to explore it and find the art, fics, and whatever else they don't need us yelling at them to not look or throwing stuff at them.

There are other Twitter posts about this that I'm having trouble finding but please remember to respect decent human boundaries and any other boundaries set by the VAs.

🙂👍

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dreamgothgirl · 1 year

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For the First Time: König X F! Reader

Inspired by the Mac Demarco song of the same name

Idk I just hear him when I think of this goofy ah ball of anxiousness

A/N: Hellloooo~ so sorry about the delay for the second part of tensions, I’ve just enrolled in college, got a year older, AND have a brain malformation now so LMAO sorry but shit happens. I’ve also been trying to not let it have lazy, subpar writing so it’s also a matter of quality. I hope this can somewhat suffice for the time being. Sorry this is lazy I just wanted to write :(

WARNINGS: mostly sfw but implied NSFW, suggestive themes

18+

Reader does not have a specific race but is POC friendly as always :)

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He felt like he was in a dream. He had to have been dead on the field to be experiencing this, right, he thought. König never saw a woman as gorgeous and godly as you. A deity; an otherworldly being. You had to be. Everytime he saw you, it felt like the first time.

When you gave him that knee-weakening plea in your eyes as you suckled his thumb and whispered a quiet but lustful, “Please, mein herz.~”

Fuck, he was glad he’d taken the time to teach you his native tongue. It rolled off yours so perfect and melodically like the Gregorian chants of Notredame. Ethereal while it left a haunting but pleasurable tremble run through him to make him feel reborn again.

If he had to choose, König’s favorite parts of you would be your hands, lips, and skin. He didn’t believe you; he even laughed when you told him you were insecure about your skin the first time until you began telling him all the struggles that came with its color and culture.

Everything you assumed you had every right to hate because of it it, König adored. He loved learning about everything you and your people were and accomplished just as much as you liked learning about his own heritage. Even the bad parts he woefully lamented about when that bridge was crossed.

Your hands that caressed his insecurities, scars, and lines on his body before holding his face and playing with his hair drove him wild. There weren’t very many times where he wouldn’t put you in a trance from the longing lust in his seductive eyes when that happened. One of you ended up on your knees every time.

Tonight, those emotions ran fiercer. Your touches were accompanied by the coolness of your new dainty diamond engagement ring while the fiery desire from his fingertips burned and stung your skin like a jolt of pleasurable electricity. It all played like a lucid dream. Unreal, heavenly, and almost like every motion was mirrored like an ethereal fantasia dream sequence.

The synchronization of your sounds was a sensual cacophony of what König would call true love. You; safety and freedom. He whispered against your neck while he peppered delicate, passionate kisses, “I’ve wanted you for so long, meine leibe. I was so scared you’d never feel the same. I’m glad…so glad.”

Your back arched into his body as you exposed your neck more with a hot, breathy moan, “König��you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted..all I’ll ever want.”

His large hand took your own, locking your fingers together as he rutted his hips into the hot space between your legs, slow but assertive, “I’m all yours. I belong to you know, mein leibe. I’ll take good care of you, blume. I’ll never let another man take you away from me.”

The deep growl in his possessiveness made your stomach flip and your thighs squeeze his hips, followed by a whimpering moan, “F-…fuck. I wouldn’t let that happen, daddy. Never.”

His eyes darkened and you let a much louder moan escape your throat in surprise as he gave one strong thrust, “Say that again,” he commanded.

You whined and he slapped your naked thigh, “Quickly. Don’t tease me, darling. Say it.”

“Im…I’m yours…daddy.”

He shuddered and you held back a moan at the jingling of his belt and zipper, “That’s right. Das ist mein mädchen. Now,” he whispered against your stomach, pulling your panties down your already trembling legs, “Lass uns anfangen.”

#fan fiction #comfort #mw2 2022 #konig smut #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig cod #cod mw22 #gaming #video games #soft #good vibes #engaged #ghost is babygirl #ghost brain rot #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader

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dreamgothgirl · 1 year

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More COD photo dumps for the TL. Now it's just their actors !! <3

My other COD photo dump

Frohe Weihnachten (Merry Christmas)!! I know I'm late, but i hope y'all had an amazing Christmas !! I finally got MW2 so I would love to have people to play with 👁️👁️👉🏿👈🏿 My first mission is to get König !! <3

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dreamgothgirl · 1 year

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Creds: pluvillion on Twitter

The idea of König having a kink for tall girls is sending me into orbit rn, we won my giant sisters 😫💕

I’d imagine him being all proud about his unknowingly intimidating girlfriend who scares everyone away when it’s really his 6’10 ass who’s scaring everyone but he just loves how powerful she looks 😭🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#fan fiction #comfort #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig imagine #mw2 2022 #gaming #video games #call of duty mw2 #imagine #ghost cod #ghost is babygirl #konig smut

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dreamgothgirl · 1 year

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So She Goes: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem! Reader

A/N: listen, this is probably going to be so fucking bad but I was high and found an old Lana Del Rey song (Prom Song (Gone Wrong)) which is 1) what you sing and 2) idk it made sense in the moment and I didn’t wanna delete anything :((

So She Goes by Geskle also feels like how Simon would see the reader who’s drunk as shit.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of blood, alcohol, suggestive touches and descriptions, Ghost being confident out of anxiety.

I really hope you enjoy this one, the next will be better! This is something I just couldn’t resist writing even if it was on a whim ÓwÒ”

POC friendly as always 💕

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“Oi! Get back in the truck, you’ll die of cold before a bullet can get you!”

You inhaled bliss while the wind’s veil covered your face in godly euphoria. A wide grin stretched your gorgeously plush and shiny lips from the lip balm you’d rubbed on them. Thick, cold drops of rain showered your body and soaked your black thermal long sleeve. Ghost kept a close eye on you as he drove the truck through the muddying dirt road as the storm’s rain began to cloud his vision.

After finding and examining a stray phone while investigating an abandoned civilian house, you’d taken it upon yourself to have a taste of nostalgia. A comfort you haven’t been able to experience since you were enlisted. Music. A tool to revive your daydreams instead of replacing them with brutal memories. Your special morphine. Tomorrow was said to be a brutal mission. One where Price shouted and prayed for the team to win.

The chances of making it out with no casualties or deaths was incredibly low. It was hard to process at first. You never expected to not get hurt or die…but having it almost being certain for once, even with the best of the best, was the hottest and messiest bullet to ever pierce you.

The boys headed to the bar. A mournful but loud last hoorah. The atmosphere, though melancholy, was as upbeat and hopeful as it could be. You smiled as you listened to Soap and Gaz talk about things only they would really understand. Price and Ghost conversed quietly next to you while the music of the bar filled your hyper sensitive ears and the lights became amplified through your tipsy eyes.

Feeling a slight wobble, you leaned on Ghost’s shoulder to which he didn’t resist. Instead, he’d protectively wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding you firmly. You closed your eyes and smiled, hearing a stupid song you loved way back in high school. It always made you dream of your ‘perfect man’ so vividly that your heart would ache of yearning.

You took in his scent mixed with the smell of the cups of scotch and whiskeys across the bar. It sent a fiery warmth in you that was equivalent to drinking a whole bottle of Ghost’s favorite liquor. You muttered its tune to yourself, “You will never see my face, if you don’t get me out of this place.”

Ghost’s ear perked up a little, thinking he heard you drunkly mumbling. He looked down at you and questioned, “You alright, Y/N?”

You loved when he said your name. He made it a hymn while you wanted to turn his into a sinful choir. The song of the devil’s temptations taking over. Beautiful, glossy e/c eyes stared up widely at him. A look that unexpectedly made his stomach twist and his boxers shift in his pants.

Ghost would never be as grateful as he was now for the mask as his face became flushed underneath. Price looked at you and chuckled, “I think she’s out of it already, mate.”

Ghost nodded as you giggled dumbly and stood up, “I’m fine, thank you,” you began to hum as you covered your mouth from the side and softly sang into the internally panicking man next to you, “I’m leaving, are you coming with me?~”

You can guess where that led.

Now, here you were. Sitting in silence and staring at Simon with dripping features and drunken eyes from the sips of beer you’d taken from a brand new can that was floating around in the truck. His jacket swallowed you as he sat in a thick black turtleneck on the side of the road. The water ahead flooded the dip in the road, creating a pool that the two of you would never be able to go through. He put his half sleeved arm around your headrest, “I’ll have to turn around.”

You pouted slightly, “Mmm. Why’d you turn my music off?”

He hummed, “Because you’re too excited and we’ve heard it 3 times already.”

Your cold fingertips touched his warm, untatted forearm, “So then you know the tune already, right?”

Ghost rolled his eyes as he straightened himself out but paused, “You’ve got to be bloody fuckin’ kidding me.”

Quickly, you turned around in your seat and internally shouted in excitement. The other dip you’d just gone over was flooded as well. You laughed a little and hugged Ghost’s forearm, “I guess we’ll be here for a while then.”

He reached for the walkie on his jacket, placed perfectly between your breast and your shoulder. His face heated again at the thought before you huffed and held his hand, “Why’re you so eager? Are you scared of me or something?”

In a way, yes. He was.

Ghost sighed, “You’re drunk and bloody soaked through to your teeth. If you were sober, I wouldn’t be in such a rush.”

You stared blankly before heavily sighing and straddling his lap. Ghost’s eyes widened as he quickly held your unstable waist, “Th-…The fuck are you doing, Y/N.”

“They say a person’s drunken babble is what they wish they could say sober, Lieutenant. Is that why you’re scared? Because you don’t want me to s-“

“Stop,” Ghost commanded.

Your brows furrowed and your lip pouted in an innocent, begging look, “Why? If you wanted me to, you would’ve thrown me off already and connected with comms. Don’t lie, Lieutenant, it hurts my feelings.”

Ghost’s body tensed as he stared at how your soaked shirt stuck to your body. He could already imagine the beautiful damp sheen covering you from head to toe. He already saw the yearning lust and need in your eyes yet he was praying you couldn’t see it in his. But being a man was bound to be a death sentence in this situation.

You giggled in his ear, something that made his heart melt and his fingers twitch, before whispering, “I can feel you.”

He already felt like he was being edged. Ghost gripped your waist and sighed deeply, “Y/N…we can’t do this. I don’t want to lose you tomorrow. I can’t…I can’t let you give me something I don’t deserve. And not like this, on a whim. That’s not what I want for either of us.”

A heavy weight made your heart sink into your stomach and your nostrils burn. You couldn’t control the warm tears streaming down your cheeks now. Instead of getting off, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head in its crevice, “Ghost…I understand. But…if we die tomorrow, I want to die happy. Not in agony from gunpowder or watching you sacrifice yourself. You’ve…you’ve always made me happy. It’s you, that’s kept me going. You’re my heaven on earth and all I want in life is for you to tell me all the things you wanna do.”

Ghost didn’t know what to say anymore. He didn’t know wether to touch you, kiss you, or call for help. Never did he allow himself to enjoy the simple pleasures of human life. It was always ruined by the grim thoughts of upcoming missions or what he wanted to do next to appease his past sins or lost comrades. You held his face and stared tearfully, whispering, “If I could run away with you to somewhere better, I would.”

“That’s quite childish.”

You nodded, “Isn’t it? I miss having that freedom. But when I’m with you…,” you sniffled and laughed a little, “You fill me with a childish joy that no one can beat. So, why not let yourself have a little fun, right?...”

Ghost’s heart raced at the tension filling the car. You stared at him while you leaned back against the steering wheel, careful not to set the horn off while you turned the radio back on. He kept a hold on your waist and massaged your hips with his thumbs and mumbled, “You’re fuckin mad.”

You gave a tear stained grin at him as you stretched, letting him paw at your tight stomach, “I haven’t heard this song since highschool. Sorry, I know you’re tired of it but it’s so pretty, y’know?”

Ghost watched you cling to him as you sang. You weren’t a professional but to him, you were quickly becoming his favorite radio. You massaged his hair over his mask while staring into his clear, stormy blue eyes. If the sun was out, you were confident the skies would be in his eyes like the world you always saw in them.

You stroked and traced every art piece on his tattooed forearm as you sang with the radio, “I know that they think I’ve come undone. But I’m in love, I wanna run run run away,” sweetly you spoke against his covered lips as your forehead pressed against his, “I’m leaving, are you coming with me?”

Without really thinking Ghost stroked your cheek shyly, afraid you’d shatter under his touch, and chuckled breathlessly, “If I knew you back then, I’m not too sure I’d be here.”

You hummed, “I’d rather fight with you than wait. I can take care of you here. And love you all you want.”

Ghost’s brow twitched as he quickly looked into your eyes, “you…what?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “I love you, Ghost. You think some horny friend would say what I said just to say it? Really?”

He stayed silent while you turned the radio down and skipped to a new song. A soft string of acoustic cords softly rang through the truck. You spoke with a blank face and slowly pulled up the bottom of his mask after he nodded, “I’m not gonna force or beg for anything from you,Simon. But if we die tomorrow…I want you to know I always cared about you.”

Ghost’s heart felt like it was going to pop from the amount of emotions he was feeling all at once. An overwhelming mix of confusion, disbelief, hope, shock, and a desperation for you to stay like this. For both of you to stay just like this. There was no tomorrow. No death. And for once in his life, there was peace. Temporary peace. But peace.

The use of his real name rolling off your tongue almost made him feel like he’d been reborn again. A new man determined to protect than avenge. A weight was lifted off of his shoulders, now being replaced with the comforting warmth and weight of your body instead of the world.

He remained silent. You closed your eyes, “Have you ever been kissed?”

Ghost bit back a small smile, scared you’d be weirded out, “Have you?”

You chuckled, “No. Not by you.”

This time, he did let it slip. Your eyes widened and a sleepy looking grin filled his body with an intense heat, “You can smile. It’s beautiful.”

Simon’s hand cradled the back of your head while the other remained at your damp torso, “Not as beautiful as you.”

When you woke up, you squinted at the sunlight burning your face. You looked around, noticing the sandy planes around and ahead of you. You quickly looked over at the drivers side and shot up at the missing body.

“GHOST?!”

Just when you shouted, your door whipped open while a large skull faced man pulled you out, “I’m here, love. There’s a vehicle heading our way right now. Lets get ready for them.”

You furrowed your brow and looked around, relieved but breathless, “What…happened?”

Ghost stared through his binoculars in the truck’s trunk, “You fell asleep on me. Got a headache?”

Confusion contorted your features, not feeling even a tinge of pain, “Actually…I don’t…?”

Ghost nodded, “Good. I snuck some hangover medicine into you. Did you know you sleep with your mouth open?”

“WHAT?!”

“They’re here.”

His nonchalant statement was all you could think of as you sat by his side in the infirmary room. His blood on your face while your own stained his bicep.

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I Wanna Be Yours: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! Reader

Warnings: degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, praise kink

AN: inspired by the Arctic monkeys song mostly towards the end lol. POC inclusive; reader has no specified race :)

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The gentle thumps of Simon’s heart were you favorite lullaby. It was a peaceful afternoon that was spent on the couch in his arms. A show that was long forgotten and eventually muted played on the TV as you listened intently to the stories of his team’s successes and shenanigans. Simon never told stories about being on the field aside from giving context. Other than that, it was a topic that was never brought up or desired. You hummed in almost a dream state while his endless pits for eyes stared back at you.

Though his face was hidden, you could tell that his face was content. Smiling? You weren’t too sure. He put his finger under your chin and gave gentle strokes to your lip, “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“When I’m gone…do you worry?”

“Yes.”

Simon’s body tensed slightly at your immediate response. He wasn’t quite sure how to process such a quick and simple answer to something he never thought was possible. “That so?”

Softly, you repeated, “Yes, Simon. I do worry…”

He pressed, “Why?”

A scoff. “Because I love you. When you love someone, you worry…that’s why I love your stories so much. I love hearing my best friend tell me that through all this shit, he’s still happy. Even if you don’t show it.”

A deafening silence fell over the room. While Simon’s grip on your smaller frame tightened. He loved that, despite you being above the average height for a female, he was still larger than you. You couldn’t say you didn’t agree. It wasn’t everyday that you met someone who you had to look up at to talk too or to be on the receiving end of bear hugs. Simon’s balaclava was lifted to reveal his mouth as he left a small kiss on your forehead, “You’re too good for me, Y/N. I don’t want you to worry.”

You looked up at him right as he’d pulled his mask back down and held the side of his face, not caring if it was uncovered or not, “I don’t let it consume me, Si. I promise. Deep down I always know you’ll come back to me, as I would you.”

He chuckled, “You a poet now? Can’t say I don’t like the idea.”

A gaggle of giggles rang in Simon’s ears, almost making him feel like he was on another world; a heavenly choir in the church of Notre Dame. Soft thighs straddled his own scarred and muscular ones while plus lips pressed themselves against the fabric of his temple, “Good to know…how’re your dreams?”

Simon nodded, “Less, but still shit of course. When I’m with you they seem to be toned down a touch. I get to slit someone’s throat instead of making their head explode.”

You but the inside of your cheek, holding back a smirk, “Shut the fuck up, Simon.”

Your heart fluttered, a dreamy look overtaking your features at his deep, gravely chuckle. Your favorite vibrator. “I’m glad they’ve lessened. Even if it’s temporary. I like being your distraction.”

The large man shifted in his spot, bending a leg up between your thighs and nodding, “Yeah?”

A sly smirk creased the sides of his eyes a bit at the sight of your chest puffing out a bit and your brows upturning. The grip of your hands on his shoulders made his stomach tighten while you let out a small, “M…Mhm..”

Simon rubbed his thumb against your lip again, whispering as his other started to knead and rub your ass, “You my good girl?”

The heat of your face and excitement of anticipation began to make your brain almost shut down in complete submission. Your hips moved in their own as they ground against his thigh, “Yeah…”

SMACK

You yelped and gasped when he held the bottom of your face tightly, “Yeah? I don’t remember you being so disrespectful, love. Answer me properly. Go on.”

The setting sun casted a perfect sparkle in your eyes and lip gloss as your lip trembled from his stinging spanking. “I’m sorry; ye-“

SMACK

Simon leaned back, opening his legs more to ease the discomfort of a throbbing pressure from his pants, “You’re sorry, what?”

You whimpered at the feel of his hand going lower to your throat while he gripped your hip, “Answer me.”

A shaky whimper, “I-…I’m sorry, sir.”

He nodded, “That’s right. I’ll ask you one last time. Are you my good girl?”

The emphasis on my made a pleasurable, damn near orgasm inducing shiver run up your spine as you breathlessly answered, “Yes, sir. I’m all yours. I…I belong to you.”

Simon chuckled, “Yeah?”

You eagerly nodded, a wave of arousal beginning to drip through the thin center of your panties, “Fuck….yes, sir.”

His head lifted itself as his thumb slid its way into your mouth, “Seems to me like you’re expecting something a little more. Isn’t there?”

No longer having the composure to answer clearly, you nodded. The look in your eyes indicated a lustful high that Simon had no choice but to fulfill as you began to squeeze his thigh with your own. He whispered against your ear, “You’re enjoying this quite a bit, love. Maybe you’re more of a cock hungry whore than a good girl, aye?”

You clenched at his dirty taunting, making you furrow your brow and whine. He began to subtly hump his hard erection against the tight fabric of his pants while his hand pressed against your lower back, urging you to start moving again. Your sweet whimpered pants through your nose mixed with the sight of you giving him a pleading look whilst keeping his thumb in your mouth made his heart melt and his cock throb.

Simon continued, starting to lightly pant, “That’s it. You are a dirty whore, aye, love? I can already feel you leaking through my trousers. Ride my leg harder, come on. I know you can.”

Without hesitation, you began a faster pace. Your nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt that covered your body made you drunker off his scent. A rough, teasing friction from your clit rendered you practically stupid from needy desire. You whimpered, “Y-…you’re s-so…hah….so mean…S-Simon.”

He huskily challenged, “Hmph. yeah? Do you like that, you fuckin sket?”

You could only nod, “Fffuck…I-…mmm, I like it…c-can you be worse? Please?”

Simon groaned at your soft hand gently squeezing and massaging his large bulge while your other hand left his shoulder to lift your shirt up and reveal your hardened nipples and heated tits. He was at the edge of treating you nicely, but figured one more tease wouldn’t hurt.

He huffed and tossed you onto the couch before standing and walking into the hallway. You furrowed your brow at the sudden change in atmosphere, “S-Simon…? Simon?! Did I say something?!”

Panicked you’d somehow triggered him, you scrambled up and speed walked to the hallway, “Baby, are you oka-“

Half way into the hallway, you gasped as a hand slapped itself over your mouth while your feet were lifted off the floor. Your heart pounded in excitement while Simon lowly warned in your ear, “I’m doing just fine, love. You won’t be once I’m done with you, though.”

You widened your eyes as he brought you into the bedroom and locked the door. He dropped you on the mattress and forced himself between your legs before you could wiggle into a comfortable position. He held your neck and gave one powerful thrust through his pants, “You think you deserve to be fucked so soon, you fuckin slag?”

A loud moan escaped your mouth before trying to answer him, “Y-yes, sir!!”

He huffed, leaning close to your ear, “Why’s that?”

Overwhelming tears of anticipation and hunger dripped from your eyes as you whimpered, “Because…I’ve waited s-so long for you…sir!”

“Mmm,” he mused as his now cold, bare hand slid under your shirt to pinch and play with your hardening nipples, “good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

His other hand squeezed your neck, “You like being treated like shit though, don’t you? That’s not what good girls do.”

You furrowed your brow and ground your hips against his bulge, whining out, “Fuck, Simon, please! Please, I want you to use me!!”

“Use you? Hah. You really are a fucking slag. Get on all fours, before I slap you into next year.”

As you hurried onto your knees and elbows, Simon began to rub your bare ass, muttering, “Filthy cunt. I bet when I’m gone this is all your stupid little brain can think about, hm?”

You whimpered, peeking over your shoulder as the jingling from his belt buckle made your walls clench and stomach tighten. The heat in your cheeks rose to the point of dizziness at how he’d read you like a book. You yelped as a loud smack rang through the room, “Answer me.”

“Hah! Y-yes! Yes, I do!”

Simon’s skin burned in arousing agony watching you squirm and beg for him. Your arousal dripped from your cunt and down your thighs making you grip the sheets tightly. You’re embarrassment only made you dumber for his cock and that’s exactly how he loved seeing you.

His jaw clenched while his leaking, throbbing tip ground and prodded at your weeping cunt. You panted, “S-SimAH~!!”

You moaned out as he finally thrusted himself into you, going until his stomach was pressed right up against your stinging ass. He shoved two fingers into your mouth while he gripped your side as you squirmed at the stretch. It felt so good to be so full of him like this, yet it still hurt to adjust. “Don’t you fucking run away from me. You can take it. I know you can.”

He licked your spine all the way up to the side of your neck; peppering your shoulder and neck with sloppy, wet kisses before biting your earlobe and beginning a hard, steady pace. You whimpered and moaned while your tongue danced between the spaces of his fingers, getting wetter at the feel of your warm saliva dripping down your chin and throat.

Simon stared at you, encompassed by the sinfully angelic sight of you succumbing to pure sin and lust. After being gone for so long, the sight of you made him feel like he was a demon who’d stolen a pure angel from heaven. But no punishment was going to come close to stopping him from ravaging and marking you as his and his alone forever.

Your moans and muffled begs for more made him snake his hand around your side to your breasts, kneading and squeezing them like they were his saving grace after a harsh battle. A blissful, beautiful distraction. He panted into your ear as he went faster, feeling his high teasing him as he played with your most vulnerable spot, “I love you. I love you so much, my love. Fuck…fuuckk that’s it, take me in like you always have. That’s fucking it, good girl.”

The wetness of his fingers coated your nipples before wrapping them around your throat, “Say it back, love. Come on, my sweet girl. Do it for me.”

You whimpered and wheezed a bit as he gripped your neck, “I-….Hmmm ffffuuckkk I love you, Simon. I love you so much baby, I love you!! I love you I love you!”

Simon gave a deep groan and whimpered in your ear. Your words made his dick twitch and his own made your walls clench tightly around him, “Sh-…shit. Shit…ugh, say it again. Say my fucking name again, Y/N, say it.”

Your eyes rolled back as you gripped and clawed at his wrist and swallowed, “Fuck me, Simon. I wanna be your fuck toy, Simon! I’m all yours! Mmmm, my sweet husband, I’m all yours. All fucking yours, Simon Riley!”

His moans and groans sent you over the edge as he held you as close to him as he could, making you give a silent scream of pleasure from your orgasm coating his dick and dripping down his balls. While the two of you caught your breath, Simon’s head rang with your words. Specifically the title of ‘my sweet husband’.

The two of you had never talked about marriage as he didn’t want to give any potential threats incentive to hurt you out of spite for him or his team. But fuck, it filled his heart with pure joy, pride, and a primal need to protect you for as long as he stood on this earth.

While the Simon bathed you in a tub full of bubbles and scattered flower petals, you thought of the same comment. It sent butterflies through your stomach and a childish giddiness through your body. While Simon kissed and rinsed your body, you quietly spoke, “About um…that husband comment…I know we haven’t talked about it. I’m sorry if I-“

“That’ll do, my love. Don’t apologize. I didn’t mind it.”

You turned to look at him and gave a hopeful smile with cartoon-like sparkles in your eyes, “Really?”

He stared at you, his thumb and index finger holding your chin, “Really. I’m sorry I can’t marry you right now…but you’ll always be my wife in my eyes.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and a burning sting invaded your nostrils. With a small adjustment to his already lifted mask, he planted a passionate, loving kiss on your lips. Your hands cupped his cheeks, reciprocating his pure love and adoration for you. Your foreheads pressed together while you whispered, “I love you, Simon.”

Simon gave a rare but small grin, “I love you too.”

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Tensions: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! POC Reader Part 1

AN: Holy shit I really didn’t expect my first Ghost fic to blow up 🥹 thank y’all so much!! 🙏 Reader isn’t a specific race, but I wanted to make this fic POC friendly since I dont see them very much and don’t want anyone to feel left out! this is part one to a two part fic, this is more for story building and sexual tension that translates to both Ghost and the reader to be a mix of aggressive and awkwardly nice to each other lmao. I hope you like it! The next to be published will be a smut fic so do not worry!! Adios, cochinos y cochinas -w- 💕

Warnings: harsh language, sexual tension, and Soap being that friend that teases you for having a crush

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Simon watched the sun brighten up your irises, allowing him to fully take in its color. The golden hour sunlight that illuminated your face was enough to take knock the wind out of his chest for a moment. The briefest moment. Like taking a glance at a genuine Van Gogh; he wanted to stare longer, but he wasn’t going to let any of the team have any fuel to fire him up with later on.

You, on the other hand, were staring at the vast, dry land surrounding you as the sun began to set. You raised your brow a bit as you heard Soap chuckle, “A journalist, aye?”

You gave a small smile, turning your attention to the Scott sitting across from you right next to his large, stoic partner, “Yes. But with my mother being a veteran and my father being overprotective, I’ve got decent enough skills to defend myself. With and without fists.”

Soap smirked, “Your folks were right to prepare you with such skills, lass. If I ever had a daughter as beautiful as yourself, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”

Ghost took note of the small muscle twitch in your face. Flattery. He wasn’t the best with compliments, especially towards a woman, so he chose another route. “I’m guessing that’s why Price trusts you with that then,” he asked while nodding at the large AR strapped to your back.

Your eyes widened a bit at his question. Not because it was a dumb question, far from it, but because you hadn’t heard his voice so clear the entire mission. Today was spent with Price and Alejandro as they watched your back while you gathered info from Hassan’s men at a brief luncheon put together purely for public appearances. The only time you ever heard Ghost’s gravely voice was through your ear piece which, for you, was only able to communicate with your team and not Ghost himself.

You pushed the little flutter in your stomach to the back of your mind as you smiled more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

‘He talked to me?!’

Soap chuckled, “You seem a bit too sweet for an environment like this one, aye lass? You’re writing an article on us or something?”

Before you could even open your mouth, Price quickly cut in from the drivers seat, “Ah ah, don’t answer that, Y/N. Sorry, boys, that’s confidential information. All I can tell you is that their material has no connections to Graves, and Y/N was approved by Laswell herself. All you need to know is to protect and treat her like you would any other soldier….maybe be a bit more emphasis on protective though.”

Almost everyone on the truck let out groans and scoffs of protest and annoyance at not being allowed to know anything, earning a chuckle from you, “I’ll answer your first question if you want. You might be right about being too sweet, but I promise I know there’s a time and a place. I’ll take down whoever I need to just like the rest of you. If it means doing what’s right then I will gladly do so by any means. That’s why I’m a journalist with the military.”

Under the mask, Ghost gave a small smirk; amused at the class used to shut down Soap’s comment. Sure, he liked looking at pretty people, but when they were smart like you? It made him feel something a little more than a simple physical appeal. Now, he definitely wanted to know more. Even if it was just your favorite color.

Alejandro laughed next to you and nudged your arm, “She’s got bigger balls than you, hermano! You should’ve seen how she took down a guard that was following her. Pendejo got exactly what he deserved after messing with La Demonia.”

Ghost let out a huff through his nose, “Demon? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and smirked, “And I’ll believe you deserve the title Lieutenant when I see you in action.”

A mix of laughter and oohs filled the truck as it approached closer to the safe house. Ghost glared a bit, “Real mature. We’ll see who’s top cock soon enough, book worm.”

Soap snickered, “Cock..”

You rolled your eyes while Ghost gave another quick glare, “That’ll do, Sargent.”

“Yes, sir.”

8:20 PM

Gentle hums came to a close as you yawned and stretched out as much as you could at your desk. You bit the tip of your thumb as you read over the information that’d just been freshly edited before crossing your arms and nodding, “Nice. They can just add whatever else they need if they want.” Satisfied, you walked over to the shower, allowing your muscles to relax under the luke warm water while you thought of that brooding shadow in the corner of that truck from today.

Your brow furrowed, ‘Tch. Bookworm? And he’s mocking my maturity? Fuck off.’

The suds of your shampoo ran over your eyelids as you gave a close eyed glare to the ceiling. You’d just met him but you already had such mixed feelings. Did you really hurt his ego over something he started? Is he that fragile? Or was what you said truly hurtful? You washed your face like you wish you could wash that whole experience out of your memory.

‘Great….ugh I totally fucked up my chances to be on his good side or anything else with him.’

A hot stinging sensation ran through your body as you tried to scrub away the embarrassment and ‘shame’.

‘No, whatever. I don’t need him. It’s better we have that distance. That way when he finally kicks the bucket I can get more shit done. At least I get to go home alive.’

You stopped and winced at your feet in disgust. Your stomach twisted at the feel of your heart dropping a bit, “That was low, Y/N….god, what the fuck is wrong with me.”

The intensity of adrenaline fueled frustration and ego deflation on your part made you lower than you assumed him to have been. Your unnecessary harshness had gotten the better of you and you were glad that you didn’t utter a word of your empty insult. However, it simply irked you even more than you had no clue why you were so frustrated.

Being a journalist meant you had to have thick skin. Being apart of the military made that an even harsher fact; maybe even more so when it came to emotions. You’d never had this problem before. After all the racial slurs and issues, religious righteousness protests and massacres, misogynistic, and god only knows anything else under the sun that you’ve heard and written about….this bothered you to this extent? There was no way.

Running one last rinse over your face, you deeply inhaled and sighed, ‘Don’t jump so fast to conclusions…it was just some friendly competition. You’re overthinking it….I hope. I hope he’ll still let me interview him….HEY!”

Simultaneously

8:20 PM

Ghost stood tall and alert on the second floor’s living room balcony. His rifle rested on his shoulder, at his side while he replayed the interaction between the two of you with his arms crossed. Being the Lieutenant, of course he already knew what you were here for. You were here to document the betrayal of Graves and the partnership between Graves and Sin Nombre and formally report the progress of the teams missions after separating from Graves.

Price was going to tell the team your purpose until Laswell preferred to render the team innocent of their knowledge of you. “Who knows what they’ve already said about us to the other ranks,” she said. Ghost agreed with her idea by saying he’d rather be the one to go down if he was ever interrogated before anyone else, as did Price. That’s how they were going to keep it until Laswell said otherwise. So here he was, right above your room keeping an eye on the area in the shadows while Soap guarded the other side of the building.

“Lt. how copy.”

Ghost shifted his weight as he responded, “Copy. What is it Johnny? See something?”

“We’re all clear on the East and South side. I doubt we’ll see anyone for a while.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Right…Look, I’m not asking to know more, but-“

“You heard Price. Anything about that woman’s line of work is confidential, Johnny.”

Soap chuckled a little, “I know, but I was going to ask if you know what she’s here for.”

“I don’t know why. An article maybe.”

“Looked like you had cute enough banter.”

Ghost glared ahead, “Easy, Sargent.

“Not interested in her like that, I see? She’s cute enough, yeah?”

The Lieutenant stayed silent as he remembered the way your lips rubbed your lip balm on themselves before slightly parting and shining in that golden orange light. If you had an actual rank, a relationship might get the two of you in trouble. But in this circumstance, although not out of the question, he wasn’t going to let himself get so close to someone he’d barely known. He’d never admit it, but it he did have an interest in you. Even if it came off weird or aggressive.

“…Keep an eye on the perimeter, Mactavish. One more hour till the switch.”

Soap chuckled, “Yes, sir.”

As Ghost released his response button, he heard your voice below the balcony floor, “Hey, Lieutenant Ghost! Can I meet you up there? I have a quick question!”

‘Bloody fuckin hell, what does she want. Hm. Take it easy, maybe.’

Before he could even give you a response, he hear your feet quickly running out and up the stairs. As you approached him from the bedroom door behind him, he didn’t bother to spare you a second glance, “Keep your voice down. Is Captain Price not around to answer your question?”

You noted the hint of annoyance in his voice and tried your best not to bark back and shook your head with a smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few words from you? I want to get some scrap material in case I ever get permission to go public with this. Obviously it’s not up to me, but you know what I mean.”

Ghost stared ahead with dull, deadened eyes,“No. I don’t.”

An irritated, slow sigh left your nose. His large body in the balcony doorway, made the moonlight split. He looked like a phantom king with a cape made of souls he’d taken in his life; casting your body in shadow. It swallowed you whole just like the intimidatingly prideful aura he oozed when you first met him. It made you feel small and stupid. Almost like he was making fun of you. Is that what he wanted?

You bit the inside of your lip and tried, “Can I ask you some questions?”

Ghost noticed how tense he was and just how shallow he was breathing once you spoke again. He turned around, his voice harsh and hard as stone, “No.”

Though it wasn’t an unusual response, you still felt like you’d been punched in the gut. Attempting to remain as composed as possible, you nodded and made your way to the door, “I understand. I apologize for distracting you. See you in the morning.”

Before you were completely out, he turned and quickly spoke, “Oi.”

The embarrassment burned your face at the speed of which you turned back around, “Yeah?”

The world was swallowing you whole once again as Ghost walked over to you and checked his watch before nodding, “We’ll talk in 55. Think you’ll still be up by then?”

‘I hate you, Simon Riley.’

You were trying so fucking hard not to grin and giggle like a lovesick teen at his approval, “Definitely. I’ll try to interview whoever’s available while I wait for you.”

Ghost nodded, “Alright then;” in an attempt to ease the tension equal to waiting for a bomb to set off…he harshly patted your back the way you would a dog. Unfortunately, it was too hard as you involuntarily grunted and stumbled forward a bit.

Unsure of what else to do, the man stared at you before slowly going back to the balcony, “…See you later, Ghost.”

“Yep.”

‘I hate you Y/N L/N.’

While the two of you separately calmed down from the suffocating claustrophobia of being around each other, you glared at your feet from the warmth between your legs, ‘Fucker. You’re gonna drive me crazy.’

Ghost looked around, quickly trying to divert his attention away from the unfamiliar feelings in his chest and the tightness in his pants back to being on guard. ‘Damn, bookworm. Having you on this team was a bloody fucking mistake.’

The Lieutenant stared in the distance as he radioed, “Johnny, how copy.”

A coyote howled in the distance.

“Ghost, how copy. Movement detected?”

“No. All clear. But I made a mistake.”

“Er…come again? You made a mistake?”

“Yeah. I talked to Y/N.”

Soap let out a heavy sigh and Ghost could mentally see the way his comrade was rubbing the space between his brows, “Christ…and? Does she hate you now?”

Ghost leaned against the wall with his free arm resting on his gun, “Can’t say…but I liked talking to her.”

Soap’s eyes widened and he began to beam for his stoic friend, “Alright, Lt! I guess you do have a way with words.”

The large masked man dryly scoffed, “Not in the slightest. That’s my only skill I’m lacking in. But that’s the problem. She’s too charming. We should keep a close eye on her.”

Soap chuckled, “Sounds like your overreacting, Lt. The lass is soft as a wee feather.”

“Hm. More incentive to watch our backs, wouldn’t you think? Look at who just betrayed us, after all.”

A bit defeated, Soap hummed, “Good point. I won’t worry too much quite yet, but I got your back, Lt.”

Ghost’s ears perked up when he heard your voice through the radio, “Good evening, Sargent Mactavish! Do you have a moment?”

“Have a fun interview.”

Soap chuckled, “It’ll be better than yours, that’s for sure. Soap out.”

Your voice rang in Ghost’s ears. The absence of warmth in his arms and loss of your scent aggravated him out of confusion and frustration. You were a distraction. One he didn’t mind having around. But you made him feel things he’s never felt before. Being a man of tactic and strategy, he was used to knowing his opponents moves before they even executed them. And then you spoke to him. He knew you meant no harm, he knew it. But what the hell were these feelings? Anxiety? Fear? Annoyance? Was it hatred or something else? If it was then why was his body having these reactions?

He didn’t know. And if there’s one thing Ghost hates more than anything, it’s not knowing how to approach a target.

That never lasted long though.

‘You’ll be the last mistake I ever make.’

Deep in his mind, something lurked. Made his heart ache and race all at once.

‘If you even are one…’

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