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König as a Dad Dabble

König x female reader

Just a little dabble nothing much. Who should I do next?

Warnings: none

-Finding out you were pregnant-

You knew König and you wanted kids, but not this early. You two had just gotten home from your honeymoon, now you were standing in the bathroom, holding 2 pregnancy tests, both reading the +…positive. You didn’t know how to feel, if you should be crying from panic or overjoyed. You thought the birth control would be effective enough, that and you didn’t think your body could be able to produce a baby, you had Polycystic disease, it greatly reduced your chances of having a child. You had this talk with him, König knew, he loved you with or without a functioning uterus.

Now here you are in your shared bathroom holding the tests. A huge blessing, your mom would say, but right now you were scared. Not at König’s reaction, but leaving the freedom that you once had… You shook your head, this baby is a blessing, to beat the odds, you weren’t going to walk alone in this journey. You had an amazing husband, friends, and loving family on both sides to help and you and your husband on this journey. It was going to be tough but life was never meant to be easy.

“Min Engel! I’m back” You could hear the door shut followed by the heavy footsteps and the bags of groceries being placed on what you presumed to be the kitchen counter. Your mind raced as you were trying to figure out what or how you should address this. With a heavy sigh, you just simply grabbed the pregnancy tests and place the mayonnaise Ziploc bag. You wanted to tell him now, you need to know how he felt you needed comfort because you weren’t even sure what emotion to play or to feel.

Carefully making your way downstairs and placed the two tests in your back pocket as you walked over to give your husband a hug. König had really mellowed out for the three years he knew you. Everybody knew him as standoffish, quiet, sociably awkward. His team knew him for being aggressive, demanding, proud, and bold. But slowly they started to see the change, And soon he had completely been mellowed out. He was still as demanding and aggressive on the battlefield by those urges, to prove that he was better than the best pet seem to dwindle to mirror, shrugs of the shoulder and more compliments on those who beat him. In the civilian lifestyle, he was a lot more calm, less jumpy, and 1000 times more sweet.

When he saw you, he couldn’t help but smile you pulled him out of a dark moment in his life, and he cannot be more happier. That is why he called you his angel because he swore you came from heaven just to bless him with your presence. “ Ah how are you?” He drew you into a big bear hug and kissed you tenderly. He blue-grey eyes sparkled as he stroked the side of your cheek. “Um well.” You sighed, now nervous. “Ummm here” you handed him the pregnancy tests. He took them and frowned a little in concentration. Then his widened and shot his head up to look at you “Is this for real?!?” He was breathing heavily looking back at you then at the tests “Please don’t joke.”

“I’m not” you shook your head, “we are going to be parents.” König grinned like a mad man as he scooped you up into his arms and laughed as he held you tight. “Ah min Engel! This is the best news I could ever ask for!” He was swinging you around and kissing all over your face. “You’re beautiful, stunning, just…. Min scatz.” He cooed as he sat you down back on the ground, then he noticed the uncertainty in your eyes. “Whats wrong? Dont you want a baby with me?” He asked. His question made you break down crying. “I-I don’t know what I want! I want one but not this early! I love you but I don’t feel fit to be a mom. I’m selfish! I just want my freedom!” König, without second thought, brought you into another hug, this one being gentle and comforting. “Oh my beautiful. Your not selfish, your right it is too early but we can make do. I promise you can do whatever you need to do and I’ll look after the baby. I never want you to be tied down.” He stroked your head as he picked you up and carried you to the couch, right now u needed to cuddle and be reassured that everything was going to be ok.

After 20 minutes of solid crying, you finally calmed down. “Fell better?” He asked soothingly. You just nodded and kissed him. “I’m sorry-“

“don’t be, there is nothing for you to apologize for.” König smiled at you.

“You promise not to leave me?”

“Never in a million years.”

-Finding out the gender-

“Ok miss the gel is going to be a bit cold.” The doctor informed as the blue goo was placed over your four month belly. König never left your side. He had become more protective of you and baby proofed the house well before they arrived, this in turn meant you were not allowed to do much. After an argument with him, he realized he was suffocating you and did back down quite enough, but he still hung around just close enough to be there for you.

Right now he was hunched over in the seating chair next to your bed as you both watched the screen. The doctor was showing you all the signs that it was a healthy pregnancy, and the baby was…. Wait… the doctor paused and looked at the screen again before chuckling “You two are having twins!”

T-Twins?!? Your mind went blank, you had two babies in you, made by the love of you and your husband… and the 8 rounds of beer… but that was beside the point. Two beautiful babies that would look like a perfect mix between you and König. A small smile spread. “What gender are they.” You felt your husband’s hands clasp your own as he waited to know the results. “You got… 2 girls.” The doctor smiled at the happy couple. “Girls?! Min gött. Now I have to boyfriend proof the house.” You laughed at his dismay, you knew König would love his babies no matter what gender they were. He was very happy that his two beautiful girls were healthy. He reached over and gave you a big kiss. “Thank you. Thank you for making my life better.”

-König Bulking up-

As you were nearing your due date König that surprisingly gained weight as well. Apparently this was normal and very common in dad’s as their bodies were also preparing for their children. a trait that many had as the mothers near the end of their term men prepare their bodies to deal with the long nights and short amount of sleep. Their bodies naturally start bulking up on fat. by all means not fat, but you could definitely tell that he was a lot more squishier to sleep at night than he previously was. He was still as strong as a bull though.

Because he had bulked up quite a bit a lot of times while you were struggling in your sleep at night he would turn himself into your personal body pillow and reposition himself so that you would be a little bit more comfortable. A lot of times he would even hold your belly for you, whether you were sitting down and reading or watching TV or cooking in the kitchen, he would come up behind you and gently lift your belly up, which always made you feel instant relief.

He knew the pregnancy was tough on you, emotionally and physically. He was willing to put overtime to make sure that you were as comfortable as could be. In his eyes, this was the least that he could do. You weren’t ready to have a kid, but he kind of was. So he saw as his responsibility to make sure that you had the easiest pregnancy.

Right now you were snuggling with him on the couch as he was gently massaging your belly. He could feel the little girls kicking around in your stomach. He smiled and gave your head a Gentle kiss as he continued on massaging your belly. He was proud that he was able to provide for you. He was proud to know that he was the one that you chose to marry, he was proud to be the one that could give you children. This pride made him extremely happy. He couldn’t wait to share this life with you.

-After the birth-

König and you were staying in the hospital for a few days as your body was recovering from the C-section. Because of how big your babies were, they had to be removed by C-section in order to be a safe delivery. König hold onto your hand. Just the doctors opened you up and had your kids come out of the skylight. The healing was quite painful, but thankfully you had amazing family and friends to come and help with the preparations. Königs mom and dad made food to store in the freezer so all you had to do was just pull it out reheat it and eat. Both you and your husband’s friends had all brought gifts to your baby shower that you had a few weeks prior, some of them also brought food to be stored.

Right now you and König we’re both together as you were feeding your daughters. It was hard to accept the fact that these two beautiful angels came from you and your husband. They look so much like him. They had the same crinkle around their eyes, the same tuft of blonde hair, those beautiful eyes that reflected in the same way his did.

As you were feeding one, König was holding the other and gently rubbing her little head and giving her forehead gentle kisses. He was talking to her in German. Smiling and giving her more little kisses.

Once you were done you handed off the fed baby to get the other one from his arms. A very careful swap. Soon you have the other one in your arms as she quickly latched onto your breast and began sucking away. “They suck harder than you do” you teased at your husband as he turned the bright red in the face. “ not in front of them!”

“ oh, please! They’re not gonna remember this”

“ they might!”

“ ever since you saw that one episode from Sheldon your paranoid about the kids knowing their life at an early age”

You couldn’t help yourself but smile at him. During this time he had really dug in deep. he made sure that you and the girls were comfortable and taken care of. No matter what he would always watch over his family. Give them everything that he could offer. And strive to be the best husband and father in the world. He didn’t need much all he needed. Was you and his little girls.

-König and the Crotch Goblins-

“Min shatz! meine kleinen Käfer! I’m home!” he called from the door as he took his boots off. The next thing he knew he was being tackled by two three-year-old girls, who decided to sneak around the corner to bring attack him. “Ahhh nooo!!!! The evil goblins got me!!! Ahhhh! If only there was an angel to save me~” he called loud enough for you to hear, but of course you had to laugh, “This time you’re gonna have to save yourself. Your angel is busy.”

“What?! Nooo!!” he let himself fall to the ground as the girls began to climb all over him. They were very active they were always causing mischief.

You walked over to see all three of them on the floor in the living room as the kids began to pin him down as best as they could. You rubbed your now three month belly. Pregnant again with your third child.

“If the little goblins let me up I can watch a tv show with you.” he bribed the girls as they quickly got off of him, eager to please, and more eager to watch their favorite shows with him.

Before they join them in their activities, he got himself off the floor and kissed you gently. “how are you and the baby?” he asked always attentive to your needs.

“ we’re doing good” you smiled as you felt his hand lower down to your slightly bulging stomach. it was still relatively flat but he could feel a difference.

” I don’t know how you do it but you become more beautiful as each day passes.” he gave you a gentle kiss. “ let me finish dinner for you. I want you off your feet. You’ve been on it all day I’ve got it.”

You obliged. Your feet were hurting and you honestly did want to rest. So you took the place of your husband watched a TV show with the girls as König went into the kitchen to finish what was left for dinner prep. This was the life that he wanted, and he would never trade it for anything in the world.

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Can we please have some headcannons about Alejandro having a girlfriend who is famous? Like, he has a relationship with a singer, how does he deal with it. (Bonus: The girlfriend doesn't expose their relationship to the world/media)

Alejandro x Singer! Female! Reader Headcanons

Warnings: none

A fairly new and upcoming artist, who is making some amazing music and surprising the media with her content, who knew that she was in a relationship with the colonel of the Los Vaqueros.

Alejandro and her never really spoke about the relationship to anybody. It was always kept hush-hush. Only a handful of people closest to them knew.

Anytime somebody from the paparazzi caught them together. She would always tell them that he was her personal bodyguard or something along those lines.

Alejandro didn’t mind because he knew that the privacy of both her and Tim needed to be kept a secret.

If she was with him, it could be a huge target on her back by all of his enemies.

The last thing they needed, was the paparazzi to also get into his business as well.

Date nights are always done at home.

If she did go out with him, she pulled a reverse Hannah Montana move which she completely would change her hair color and make up and close style so that she would look like a normal person.

Alejandro always got a crack out of it.

Their relationship was rather straining on both of them.

Sometimes there would be arguments about how long they were able to keep up with this charade.

Alejandro always supports her, but sometimes he wonders if it’s even worth going through all of the pain.

A lot of her songs are based off of her relationship with him.

He has every CD album and record of her music.

#cod x reader #cod x you #x reader #alejandro mw2 #alejandro cod #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas #headcanon #Alejandro headcanons #cod #cod mw22 #mw2022 #mw2 cod #cod mw3 #call of duty mw2

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Quick idea.

Alejandro in his free time meets a woman from Las Almas, a cowgirl. They met at a rodeo (in my head it makes a lot of sense for him to go to one of those.) She was doing the barrel races and all her skill caught his attention. They talk, he asks her out and one thing leads to another 😎

One wild ride

Alejandro x female Reader

I really fun when that was requested by a good friend of mine who always gives the best requests! I’m starting to do requests again. It is taking some time though, so please be patient. Thank you to everyone!

Please comment like and share my work. It helps get me out there as well as inspire me to do more! Engaging with the author means a lot for us!

Warnings: 18+, if you are under 18 do not interact!, alcohol induced sex, consensual sex, unprotected sex, v and p sex, cowgirl sex.

The rodeo is in full swing. Los Alamos was hosting their annual North American rodeo. The rodeo would actually go through Canada, United States, Mexico, and even into parts of Central America. It was renowned for some of the best world class writers from the Americas, and even parts of Europe. The usual bull round ups, barrel racing, bull riding, bronco riding, and clown, running from all of the experts. This was also a great time for many of the people in nearby towns, and cities to also be auctioning off their livestock ranging from cattle to horses, goats, and even chickens.

Rudy and Alejandro had made their way to the rodeo. It would be a three day events and many of the soldiers and recruits were already there as well. Rudy practically had to drag Alejandro because he was so stuck up in his work. He almost forgot about the darn thing, he did enjoy going to these events, but it was sometimes rather difficult with his schedule.

Arriving at their seats, they made it to the women’s barrel racing. Wild normally he wasn’t a huge fan of barrel racing. He always did appreciate the talent and work into it. Some name was said with the rider coming out. She was from (y/c). He watched her intently as she moved her horse left over right up down, all around the barrels, her horse had the second fastest time only beaten by another Mexican woman.

After a days, long of events, Alejandro and Rudy went to a local bar when they hung out with some of their friends, laughing and talking about lifestyle and today’s events. Alejandro recognized the girl that was sitting at the bar, drinking tequila and looking around. “Your the girl in the rodeo from Brazil right?” He asked her. “Oh yes!” Her English was fluent it sounded like it could’ve been her second language with how easy she spoke it. “I was raised in Brazil however nowadays I live in Cancún when I’m done traveling.” She smiled glad to talk to somebody. Alejandro got to know her, she was smart, witty, funny, had a beautiful laugh, sparkling eyes… the more the talked to her the more his heart pounded in his chest. The alcohol was working its intoxicating magic.

By the end of the night Alejandro had taken her to his Ranch, out in the countryside, a quaint little home perfect for a bachelor. Their kisses were hot, and the touching of each other’s heat only made them want each other more. Alejandro laid in bed as she began to grind on his hard groin, the moans and the smell of sex was enough to cause him to become more hard.

As skillfully as he could he took off her clothes as she fumbled with his button down shirt. He helped her with his pants and started bucking into her wet folds. Her moans were soft and music to his ears. “Show me what you can do Cowgirl~” he moaned as she stuffed his girth in her. After some adjusting, she began to rock slowly at first but started picking up the pace.

Alejandro held onto her hips and bucked into her, his head tilted up and mouth agape as he moved his large rough hands up her small frame to her breasts and began to gently rub her tender nipples. The moans encouraged him more as he bucked into her tight cavern. Soon she came with him, he leaned her down in a passionate kiss as their bodies gave into one another.

Alejandro stroked her sweaty hair and gave her a sweet kiss. “Was that good?” He asked.

“Yeah wow, that was intense… I loved it.” She giggled. He pulled out and cuddled with her for a bit before getting up and helping her to the bathroom so they could shower.

After showering he made her some tea as he fixed the bed and got her some warm pajamas. He cuddled once again and praised her until they both fell asleep.

What an amazing wild ride.

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As a Contant creator, this is really important. Ai is harming businesses left and right. It’s totally fine if you want to use it for your own personal private lifestyle, however, when it gets into the businesses and hobbies and livelihoods of many of us, then that’s when it crosses the line. If you are like me, and re-create and post artwork or literate work you might want to follow the steps. Anyways guys stay safe and have a great week!

Share this with everyone and let you know who needs to hear this

PSA: Tumblr/Wordpress is preparing to start selling our user data to Midjourney and OpenAI.

you have to MANUALLY opt out of it as well.

to opt out on desktop, click your blog ➡️ blog settings ➡️ scroll til you see visibility options and it’ll be the last option to toggle.

to opt out on mobile, click your blog ➡️ scroll then click visibility ➡️ toggle opt out option.

if you’ve already opted out of showing up in google searches, it’s preselected for you. but you also have to opt out for each blog you own separately, so if you’d like to prevent AI scraping your blog i’d really recommend taking the time to opt out. (source)

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Imma add to this as well… STOP! You are sick if you like this. R*p* isn’t something to be praised or wanted, no matter the circumstances, abuse is never something you should never want. As someone who was abused by my dad and and mistreated by my ex, YOU DO NOT WANT THIS! The pain, the mental illness, the damage it does… why… why do you want this? Why do you read this? Why do you think it’s OK to promote trauma to other people?

To the writers out there who write this sort of stuff: SHAME! That’s all I have for you. You are promoting an unhealthy lifestyle to other people who may or may not take it for how actual relationships work. I’m not saying won’t be Prince Charming like all people they have their flaws, but when you put them in this bad of a light, it ruins the reputation of actual people. I have said this once I will continue on saying it. If I see your Contant that is showing this sort of stuff. I will report it.

Please, everyone who agrees repost this thread. We need more people to realize how detrimental this is how toxic this can be, and how dangerous this can lead a whole bunch of people down.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is not a rapist.

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not "punish" you so badly you have a miscarriage.

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not tie you up, call you a whore, and tell you to "take it or else"

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not insult your body so bad he gives you an ED.

Sebastian Kreuger would not Kidnap and abuse you.

Phillip Graves would not verbally attack you.

Phillip Graves is not racist or homophobic??

Nikto would not hit you for seeing his face on accident.

König would not throw you against a wall and call you a whore for coming near him, the dude has social anxiety..

idc what anyone says, if you enjoy any of these please get off the internet and figure out a different way to cope, this isn't even proshipper level, this is just wrong.

How are you going to headcanon a victim of SA as a rapist? How are you going to headcanon a victim of a lifetime of abuse as an abuser?

Headcanoning a southern american man as racist and homophobic just feels so icky!

Seriously guys please if you have issues, there are other ways!!!

I'm tired of blocking so many lovely accounts because of the amount of dub-con/noncon/straight up Sexual Assault that's in their reblogs or in the accounts they support and advertise.

There is a difference between tough and straight up fucking insane??? Maybe read the characters backstories and actually take their past into consideration because you guys kinda look dumb for making these characters so OOC. Please get help and keep your gross fics to yourself.

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Rehabilitation

Johnny “Soap” McTavish x fem! reader

There’s a really big theory out there that he survived the head shot of course, with that being said, it doesn’t mean that he is clear out of the gutter. He’s got a lot of rehabilitation to get through.

Warnings: mentioning of head injury, hospitals, depression

The picture shown is not by me! I do not take any claim for the artwork.

It was bad enough that Johnny woke up from his three month coma only to realize that he could no longer walk or hold anything or even remember how to read or write. His memory was also shot as well. He remembered important things, but the smaller more intricate details were out of his mind. He remembered his wife, and he remembered his young son, but how his son got into the world, and when he married his wife and what their wedding looked like was a different story. He remembered none of that.

It was hard for (Y/n) as well. Watching her husband struggle with some of the most easy and mundane tasks he had to learn how to read, and how to write, again. He had to learn how to hold items in his hand. He had to learn how to walk all over. There were days were great progress was made, and everybody celebrated. And there were other days where it felt like his own mind was trying to poison him, and the lack of practice went not, as smooth as it could have been. The task force of one for one often visited him. Because of his injuries to the head, he was honorably, discharged but that didn’t mean that the team didn’t care for him. They visited often when they could, and they made sure to send their regards whenever they were near.

(Y/n) refused to cry in front of him. She didn’t need him guess or to believe that she thought of him as a burden. She did everything she could to make his life easy. From fixing meals and helping him move around the house to changing his diaper in case he couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time. This was what it meant to be a disabled veterans wife. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t fun but it was her husband and she knew what he needed the best and she was willing to do whatever she had two to make sure that he felt safe and comforting in their home. But Johnny was no stupid idiot. Even with half of his brain blown, he knew that his wife was suffering. He would pretend to be asleep only to hear her sniffle and shake from her crying at night. He would sit at the couch, but he would notice the sad face of his beloved, as she did all of the household chores. They used to share the chores together they used to bond over having fun.

Johnny felt like a burden he couldn’t do things with his son like he used to. His son was growing up right before his eyes, and he felt like he couldn’t progress fast enough. There were the few and occasional days where he pushed himself too far and hurt himself, which obviously made (Y/n) even more upset all he wanted to do was to make sure that she didn’t see him as a burden. Time and time again, she always reminded him that he never was nor Ever will be.

His family and her family often worked alongside both of them. They also had several organizations that were dedicated to helping families of disabled veterans, as well as wounded soldiers that were struck out in combat. It helped a lot. The money was definitely a blessing, and things were finally becoming more and more on track. Unfortunately (y/n) had to take up a job now that her husband was out of work, which wasn’t good because she didn’t get to see her son that much anymore.

Today was going to be a good day though. Simon had decided to stop by at the hospital while Johnny was going through his rehabilitation treatment. It was a walking exercise, which meant that Johnny had to practice walking and strengthening, his legs little by little. Every step was an accomplishment. “Wanna race LT?” Johnny teased as he had his hands on the bars and was trying to stand up as long as he could. “ Johnny I think you would beat me at this.” Simon chuckled as he watched his friend hobble forward. His son only three years old now, tottered after his dad, and fell on the floor. (Y/n) was about to get up and grab him, when Johnny, unexpected carefully, and very slowly lowered himself to the ground and carefully reached out to pick his son up. His arms were a lot stronger now and he was able to hold his child gently even if it was only for a few minutes. “There ya? Did ya get a scratch? No? Try’n to copy ya old farther?” He laughed. As he gave his son, a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Come up Lass let’s do this together.” Johnny’s son was the biggest supporter in his life.

Johnny always strive to do his absolute best for his son. He loved his precious boy more than anything in the world. When his son was first born, it wasn’t an easy pregnancy. Johnny was gone for the majority of the pregnancy at the end, and missed the birth. When he came home, he had heard about all the horrors that has gone into the whole birth. (Y/n) had internal bleeding, as well as their son, being wrapped around his own umbilical cord, and deciding to play dead for a good solid minute before waking up. He couldn’t even imagine the fear she must’ve felt. It broke his heart, knowing that she had gone through all of that without him there. He wanted to be there for it. He wanted to see his son being born. He wanted to be able to hold his son in the hospital praising his wife and promising her restful night while he would be on watch. But it wasn’t until three months after the birth did he finally get to return home. This memory was one of the few that revived after a few months of waking up from comatose.

Johnny slowly got up with a small bit of aid from a nearby nurse, who is watching him as he got back up and watching his own son clamber up on his own to stubby legs as he teetered back to his mama, who is watching all of this take place. Johnny began to finish, his exercises, ranging from the walking to the hand exercise, and the reading and writing. “At least Me and mo boy can read the baby books.” he chuckled lightly. That did bring a smile to (y/n)’s face.

After the session was over, Simon helped his brother in arms to the car while you buckled your son into his car seat. Johnny also sat in the backseat next to his son, as he, too, was also attempting to buckle his own seatbelt. Once everybody was in the car, Simon drove everybody back to the McTavish residence and helped Johnny out.

(Y/n) had gotten the groceries out of the car and their son, and was getting the door for everybody. Johnny watched as his wife was doing all of the hard work. The work that he normally would have done for her. He could see her struggle with the keys as she placed down the bags and settled with the handful of silver and gold trinkets. Once you finally found the right key, she inserted it into the slot and open the door to let everybody in.

Simon was staying for a few days with them before he would get back to his own residence to his own wife and daughter. It was best for a little company to be around as Johnny suffered with terrible migraines due to the brain injury. Night time had fallen, and your son was curled up in his daddy‘s lap, while his father was reading him a bedtime story. He was struggling a little bit, but at least he was making progress with the words and the pronunciation of them.

“ you all right?” Simon asked as you were putting up the dishes with him.

“ yeah I’ll manage. It’s just been really rough. I sometimes feel like I’m a single parent and it’s difficult but I don’t want him to know about that because he would crush his soul.” (Y/n) lowered her head slightly, feeling ashamed that she felt this way when she felt Simmons hand on her shoulder she looked up. “ he loves you and it’s a blessing that he made it out alive.” (Y/n) smiled and nodded as She finished putting up the last dish and getting her son ready for bed.

She and Johnny cuddled for the evening in their bedroom. He had managed to turn onto his side, and begin gently stroking her cheek. “ thank ye love fer puttin up with meh.”

“ you know I would do it 1000 times over” (y/n) smiled as she gave her husband a gentle kiss “ and I would love ya 1000 times over” he replied as he cuddled with his wife. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, and they would learn how to face each challenge day by day. They may never get to the point where they were back to normal, but they would get to a point where things will work out eventually. That’s all that he could ever ask for.

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Project winter

A gift for a fellow COD writer as it is their birthday today.

Happy Birthday @mactavishwritings ! This was such a joy to do for you!

Warnings: non, mild language, the usual cod stuff.

This was a solo mission. A mission that only one person could handle. Winter was the daughter of a very wealthy Senator, who is being targeted by a Russian terrorist group. In hopes of drawing him out of his hiding spot, they sought out his daughter. While the rest of the 141 team went out to go find. The leader of the terrorist group, Sergeant McTavish was on watch patrol to her. A personal bodyguard, as the senator did not wish to use all of his resource bodyguards. At first things seemed normal. The two would simply talk to one another spend time with one another. She would show him around her home, the places that she had been when she grew up and her livelihood nowadays. Johnny was very interested in her life. He pay very close attention and constantly was asking her about things. From what he gathered she was a very lonely person. Her high status made her valuable, but she wasn’t interested in dating any of the low and shallow men. She wanted somebody genuine. She wanted somebody who she could rely on. Somebody to protect her not just physically, but also mentally.

Days turned into weeks, and Winter was with Johnny outside, overlooking the beautiful fields and over yonder the forests. Johnny had talked to her about his life in Scotland. About his family and friends back at home he talked about the people who he loved, and about his life in the Highlands. Winter was very curious his life. About how he used to be a football star acting as goalie for his team. She asked him more about the sport, and he often gave her long and lengthy details about what it would be like to train every single morning and how he thought his life would be revolved around the sport.

It was one of these days that winter wasn’t feeling herself. Valentine’s Day was coming around not to mention Today was her birthday. While she received many text messages from her friends, congratulating her on turning one year older, many of them, asking if she wanted to hang out with them, but she declined because she wasn’t feeling it. It didn’t feel like her birthday. I felt like another boring Sunday. She sat in the chair where her make up kit was and stared at her self in the mirror. A knock on the door came and she called out “come in!” the door opened, and Johnny stepped in. “Hey winter, you’ve been in here for a while I was beginning to worry” he chuckled. “ how are you?”

Winter sighed “ I’m fine, but it’s been really difficult for me… today’s my birthday and coming up is Valentine’s Day, and… I don’t know I’ve just been thinking about how lonely I have been all this time… how much I crave for a partner yet I’m so picky in finding the right person, and that it makes it almost unbearable for myself.” She sighed. “ I’m sorry I’m a sap today.”

“Hey now Lass.” Johnny knelt down and held her hand. “ I’m sure the right guy will turn up soon fer ye. Just give it time… in the meanwhile do ye want to come with me to the city where we can get away from all of this?” he made a broad sweeping gesture of her house.

“ yeah, I would like that a lot” she replied.

He helped her up to her feet and let her out of her house to get some fresh air in the city. In all honesty, she loved Johnny. He was funny, charismatic, sweet, and kind. And he had such a great personality to him. She didn’t know how to tell him that she liked him. This killed her on the inside.

On the other hand, Johnny was beating himself up left and right. On one side, he wanted nothing more than to be with her. To be who she wanted in life. She was sweet and caring, and gentle and fun, loving and adventurous. He always wanted that in a woman. She had a temperament that matched his own, and he loved that. He loved seeing her smile and laugh over his stupid corny jokes. He love the way that she would watch him even when he pretended that he didn’t see her. On the other side of the coin, he knew that this job is only meant for him to watch over her to be her bodyguard, and to protect her until the criminals could be arrested. He knew this wouldn’t last, but Johnny was a determined freak of nature and he would do anything he could to make his shot. He knew that his time was short, so whether or not, he wanted to tell her we’re not that was on his sleeve as of right now. It was her birthday and he planned on taking her out to a nice dinner so that she could relax a little and allow herself to be more free.

By the time they got to the city, he began letting her explore and tour around. Ever so present, and always in tune with her watching over her, and making sure she was safe. Winter was having the time of her life. Being with the man who she had a crash with Feeling safe and secure under his protection, and being guarded by his gentle touches. Winter was really enjoying herself on her birthday like this. Night came, and he took her to a small little beach trail, where he sat near the wall, facing the front door so that she could be protected even while they were enjoying their time. The dinner was delicious and even though she wanted to pay, he told her that he got it covered as a birthday present. Once the two headed out into the beautiful night time, they decided to take a short walk around the park. The sun had just sat in twilight was upon them. I had gotten a little chilly and winter shivering a bit. Johnny placed a warm jacket over her shoulders and let her wear his uniform. He didn’t mind. The two laughed about the evening and sat down at a bench that was well lit by a street lamp.

“ ya know I’ve been meaning ta want ta tell ye something” Johnny’s accent came out sick as he was trying to form words.

“ same I’ve been wanting to tell you something too, but you go first” winter jestered to him.

“Ok ummm… I like ye a lot Winter… this is a compromise ta the mission I know, and I totally understand if ye wish ta change fer another person. I just needed ta get this off mo chest” he looked at her. He was a confident man, but even something as simple as this could make him nervous. It had been a while since I’ve talk to a girl like this, oh, sure, flirting and sharing similar interests and have a normal conversations came normal to him, but when it came down to true emotions, then that’s when he buckled.

“ hey, slow down! I feel the same way too and I wouldn’t want to trade you for anyone else.” Gently, Winter reached over to hold his hand which he grasped it tightly.

The two leaned in for a kiss before Johnny’s radio began to buzz in “Soap this is Price how copy?”

He sighed and pulled away as he answered his com. “ loud and clear, sir. What’s the status?”

“Is winter with you?” Prices voice came back.

“Yes sir she’s with me”

“ oh, thank God… her house has been destroyed. The terrorist attack came sometime an hour ago, thinking that she must’ve been in the house.

Hearing this winter’s face grew very solemn and sad. Johnny held her hand tightly before answering Price.

“ what do you want me to do sir?”

“ take her to the safe house make sure nobody follows him and keep a good close eye on her at all times will rendezvous back with you. Bravo-07 out.” And with that was the click.

As soon as they were back in the company of one, another winter started crying. She sobbed in his arms as he held her close and gently rubbed her back.

“Shhh we can replace a lot of tha you got in there.” he told her. Her life was in danger, she lost all of her things, her father was wanted by a terrorist group. This poor girl did not need any more stress in her life. “ my photos my books, my friends pictures.” She sobbed. “ those were all important to me.”

“Mo bonne Lass” he cooed gently. “ I’m sure Yer friends might have those photos in their own phones. And they are still alive The memories aren’t dead. Don’t worry Lass will get to the end of this quickly, but right now you need to come with me. It’s not safe here.” Johnny helped her up and let her to his car where they both got in and drove to the safe house. He made sure to have nobody follow him.

The safe house was surprisingly also in the city, but in the far side. It looked rundown on the outside, and since it was near the more poverty area, it did seem like it was one of those houses. Inside it was a completely different story. It was cleaning up kept and had the basic furniture. Once they arrive, Johnny helped winter get set up for the few days that she would be there. He made sure she was comfortable and held her hand while she cried. The other teammates came in, and they had a private meeting away from her. The meeting was as it should be. She would be sent away for a short period of time until they could straighten up the terrorist organization. Johnny knew that he would have to be saying goodbye to her soon, but he would make it his personal mission to end at least one of their lives in her name sake.

After the meeting was discussed, Johnny went back into her room and explain things to her. “Hey bonne Lass… I’ve got som news fer ye.” he sat down and sighed heavily. “Yer goin away to a more productive place… I won’t be able ta watch over ya much more… I’m sorry.” Winter laid her head on his shoulder as he held her tightly. He had felt very strong connections with her and honestly he didn’t know what to do. “Kiss me” she whispered. “I…ah…” he paused and looked at the door, but I know one, so he made a decision to kiss her. It was a sweet and tender kiss, but one that spoke of long passion. “I will miss ye my little fireball.” he smiled at her. “I will miss you too.” That night when everybody went to bed, Johnny came back into her room and laid with her. Nothing was done, just simply laying with her and keeping her company as she tossed and turned throughout the night. Ghost was the only one that saw this, but he understood, and he wasn’t about ready to make a fuss, so he quietly continued on patrolling the house without disturbing the two.

The next day she was shipped off to somewhere safer the exchanged a brief hug, even though they wanted more, but with eyes on them, he knew that they couldn’t risk their positions, not at least right now. Just before she was about ready to get into the car, he handed her a piece of paper. “ once Yer safe doll open this up.” He smiled I’ll let ya know when ya can.” he winked at her before helping her into the car and shutting the door. The van drove off, never for them to see her again.

Johnny was going to kill every last bastard that dared tried to hurt her or her family.

Winter was patrolling the cities of Edinburgh, a cold, windy day and clouds, for covering the sky, and its usual dreary wetness she looked at her phone and then looked at the pub and waited outside, shuffling slightly and looking at all the people entering and exiting. “Yer gonna catch a cold Bonne.” A thick Scottish accent spoke behind her, and she quickly turned around to face the man that she was meeting. “ I thought you weren’t gonna show up.” She chuckle that she gave the man a hug. “Ah Lass ya know I always keep my promises” he gave her a tender kiss, before holding her hand and leading her inside. “ You have always been super sweet to me Johnny.” Winter smiled as she gave her man a gentle squeeze on the arm. Johnny found the one that made his heart yarn, and Winter found the one that made her feel safe.

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I love it when you guys send me hearts and re-shares but there’s something that I love you even more. When you guys actually take the time to express your gratitude, love or criticism towards my artwork in the notes. I don’t receive a lot and the ones that I do I cherish deeply. Thank you all for helping me to feed my writing addiction. 😂

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I am tired of seeing people treat Simon and the others, like they are toxic men. I am so tired of seeing people make him out to be some sort of sexual predator or some sort of borderline rapist. I am so tired of seeing so many of y’all who apparently do not know what a healthy relationship is. Stop trying to make him into this overly sexual object! Stop trying to make any one of them into that! Read their back stories, pay attention to their character! Anyone who does this puts a bad name, and a bad rap to all of us who actually take the time and effort and energy to write out stories that are wholesome and healthy, based off of actual healthy responses that they would most likely be in. If you do this shame on you! I’m being very serious I’m so sick and tired of seeing people make these characters into unlovable monsters, essentially. It is so immature. It is so childish it is so out of proportion you are setting yourself up for failure in real life by doing this. Don’t have these horrific expectations of men like this at all. Especially to characters that we cherish and love dearly.

“simon riley would put you in a headlock” “simon riley would be so mean during sex” “simon riley would spit on you and-”

NO, HE WOULD NOT. DON’T LIE. YOU’RE LYING TO THE PUBLIC BECAUSE HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD NOT BE ANYTHING LIKE THAT.

you know his backstory right??? you know his trauma right??? how he was physically, mentally, and sexually abused right??? and we all can assume the number of walls this man has built around himself is astronomical RIGHT???

which is why there is no way on god’s green earth that i believe simon could ever be that cruel with his lover. like, EVER. you broke down every barrier he had, proved every bad thought and insecurity wrong, made him feel strong without his barriers. after that, he wouldn’t be able to even lift a finger against you.

once simon is yours, he is YOURS. there is no question about it, no second thoughts. you fought this hard for him, so he’s giving it all to you. he would never actively try to hurt you. how could he even think of ruining his own piece of heaven?

to me, he isn’t a “i’ll burn the world down for you” kinda guy. he’s a “the world could be burning, and i would still choose you” kinda guy. you’re his ride or die. if he were dying, he would want it to be with his head in your lap, your fingers in his hair, and the only thing in sight being your smile.

and that isn’t to say simon’s a saint. you most definitely still get his sarcasm and dark humor to the MAX, but you get so much more as well. you get his laughter, his gentle touch, his whispers of adoration. you get his back to you as you spoon him from behind, because he’d built a habit of never turning his back to someone. you get to rub moisturizer on his scars, you get to wash away the black paint on his eyes and kiss his weary face whenever he returns from a long mission.

in no life— this or the next— could simon riley ever be cruel to his lover.

but if you asked Ghost for it? completely different story.

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The Last Goodbye

When they are Kia

Cod characters x f! reader

Inspired by MW3 and the tragic events that occurred this will be a three-part series if I do not get writers block lol.

So sorry for the not posting as much! It’s been a really crazy month and a lot of things had happened and caused me to have a bit of a depressive episode so thank you all for being super patient!

Warnings: mentions of death

John Price

You saw it on the news first before you got the visit. Your breath hitched when you saw the news of the air strike that had hit the base where your husband of 12 years was stationed at everything was decimated. And you couldn’t call or check to make sure that he was all right as he would not have his personal cell phone with him. It wasn’t until two days after the attack did two uniformed military officers showed up at your door holding prices old hat and SAS badge and dog tags. How they got them so quickly, you weren’t sure, but the news came like a sudden wave of cold water. “ we are so sorry for your loss.” One of the officers told you. The body would be arriving shortly within a week or so for proper burial you two had purchased side-by-side grave plots. And the will was already drawn up well before all of this had happened. John was a very precise man and always make sure to think 12 steps ahead. He knew his job was rough and he knew that at any moment he could drop dead. He made sure that his life insurance would be going to you, which was some relief sense the army didn’t pay much.

How to tell your daughter, that her father was not going to be coming back. What is the worst thing you could ever do to her young heart. She was only eight years old. She adored her father practically worship the ground. He walked on. She was always his little girl, and now the war stripped her of him. Stripped you of him..

When she came home from school, you had to sit her down. You held her hands, and with tears, you told the heartbreaking news. The young girl did not understand at first on why her father wasn’t coming back, and once again, you explained that he had died in action, and he would never be able to come home you’re a little girl started to cry, and when he tried to comfort her, she bolted from your arms and ran to her room, slamming the door, and she could hear her wails. You yourself cried yourself to sleep for the first few weeks all the way up until the funeral your friends and family members gathered around you doing everything that they could to comfort you and your daughter people were calling in every single day talking with you for hours on end, while other people stopped by to bring you food.

Every day it felt like a horrifying nightmare. The one that reoccurs every single time slightly more horrifying than the last. As you were going through your stuff and trying to decide what if his you wanted to keep and what of his you wanted to donate you noticed on your phone you had gotten an email from Kate Lasswell. She had sent a video to you actually several saying in the email that he wanted you to have this and gave her explicit instructions in case if he was to ever die.

Pressing the play button, you watched as his face appeared in the camera as he sat down and smiled at you. The way, his eyes twinkled and the crows feet around them creased. “ hello dove” he started at first and you had to pause the video because you were overwhelmed with the emotions. When you stabilized yourself again, you continued. “ I know it’s been a long time since I’ve talked to you and I know that if you’re seeing this, it means that I have passed….. mission was going to be botched no matter what I just didn’t want to tell you the statistics at first…” he paused himself, as he seem to be collecting his words in his own voice was shaking “ I really wish I could come back home to you. I told you that this would be the last mission that I would do before retiring… I promise to take you out on that date that you wanted to go to that fancy restaurant.” he paused again, closing his eyes, and releasing out a large sigh.

“ I’m sorry I never got to take you…. I had so many plans to do with you and Alice… it doesn’t seem fair that I didn’t get a chance to do that” once again, you had a pause the video so that you could take a minute to cry. The plans that you had with each other right now by the wayside. You unpause did it again, and continued on listening. “ I know right now you’re depressed.” he stated, folding folding his hands, and leaning on the desk in a slightly business fashion way. “ in the email that Kate sent you there is several groups that you can join that are for the spouses of the deceased militant partner. Please join one as well as make sure our daughter also goes to one for kids. She’s going to need that support… you both are.” he smiled again, but it was a Sad smile. “ I also made sure to have a college fund started for her. You don’t have to worry about it until she’s ready. There should be plenty of money for her to attend all the way up until graduate year as long as she goes to a decent university. Make sure it’s only used for that if she chooses not to go to university or to go to a less expensive one, you can use the money to buy her a car or whatever she needs to get her life started…. I’m sorry this had all come to this…. As you know I have set aside a life insurance, and the beneficiary goes to you. I also saved up a lot of my savings as well. Feel free to use it as necessary.” he knew that you were going to be smart with the money. “ He paused and looked at you “you are my beloved…. I’m so sorry my dove that you have to face this alone. Please take care of yourself. Find a husband that loves you like I did and a good father figure for our daughter.” This made him tear up. “I will wait for you in heaven and I will watch over you both. You mean so much love. No one or nothing can separate this love. The email that is sent to you also has several videos for Alice. For her birthdays, graduation, moving out to university, marriage and their child. I made sure to make a video for all of that… I also left many for you. Please don’t hesitate to just let me listen to you… I love you.”

The video ended and you sat in the chair, Thinking things though. He set life up for you and your daughter. He was still looking after both of you. You cried for a bit before getting up and knocking on your daughters door. Your little girl opened up with tears on her face. “Hey baby… daddy sent you something.” She sniffed as you picked her up and took her to your old husband’s office. After sitting down with her in his old chair, you turned on the next video. “Hey Angel!” John’s face lit up when the camera started you could see he had been crying. “Angel, im not coming home, it’s not that I don’t want to but it’s because I got called up to heaven. I want you to do something for me my sweet, I want you to watch over momma ok? She is going to need you and you are going to need her. He glanced up as if looking at you then looked back down at his daughter. “You are such a special little girl. I love you so much. Momma has the other videos for you to watch when you grow up. I’m so so sorry to leave you like this. I did not

I did not want to go. I know you were looking forward to see me and so was I… you are my sunshine. My only sunshine.” He stated singing the song he sang when she was down or sad. “You make me happy, when sky’s are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away…. I love you my angel.” The video ended. Your daughter looked at you. “What now?” She asked. “Well… now we do what daddy said… we do our best to move on, but not to forget him. We will be OK.” You held her as you too watched the sunset fade beneath the horizon, a beautiful white dove landed on he window, cooed and looked at you before flying off into the golden rays of the pink sky.

Simon Riley

You were cleaning in the kitchen when you heard a knock at the door. Putting the sponge back in the soapy hot water. You wiped your hands and made your way to the door. Two military officers took at the door, Solum faces as they greeted you. “Hello can I help you?” You asked

“Mrs (y/n) Riley?” One of them asked.

“Yes that is me.” You looked at them worried.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant Simon Riley was killed in action.” The officer said gravely as he handed you a box of his things.

You took the box with tears in your eyes. The men told you that his body was found and would be returning soon. You thanked them and closed the door as you held the box tightly in your arms and sunk to the floor sobbing. Your sweet Simon. He was gone, never to come home to you and your son. You knew it was a dangerous job, but it never really hit you till now. Your husband, the man that always let you take off his mask, the man that would cuddle with you at night and rub your back after a long day, the father of your 3 month old son who he would stay up late to let you sleep. He was gone, ripped apart from you. How were you going to tell your son about his father, the man who loved his son from the moment he was born. You cried on the cold floor till you fell asleep, still holding onto the box. You woke up to the sound of your son crying in his room. Getting up, you walked and a dead sonter to his room. Tomas your son named after your husbands brother, was crying in his cradle. Carfully you picked him up and held him close. He looked so much like his daddy, blonde hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin. “Shhhhh my love” you rocked your son with tears in your eyes. “Daddy isn’t coming back.” You stated as a hiccup got you. “He loved you so much…. He loved me.” You knew your son wouldn’t remember this but it was still so sad to hold your little boy and know he would never have a father and son bonding.

You sobbed as you held onto him. Tomas sensing his mothers destress, he quieted down and cooed. After a while you fed him and put him down to bed once more. You opened the box after sitting down with a hot cup of tea, ready to take on what you needed to. With a sniffle, you opened the lid to reveal his skull mask, the dog tags that he wore, his SAS badge, and a few other things. “Oh Simon” new murmured as you carefully picked up the mask and set the box down as he traced over the lines to his skeletal features on his balaclava. It smelled like him. That rich, earthy smell, that he always seems to have with a hint of gunpowder and bourbon. It was a lingering sent, but it was a good one at that. You held the mass close as you leaned back on the couch and close your eyes. You already missed him more than you did before maybe it was because you knew that you would never see him again, to have him be in the house and be present with you and your son. You would go on with your life fine you are a tough woman, one of the many reasons to why Simon married you, but it was your son that you were worried about. You wanted your son to have a father figure. A dad that he would learn to grow up and love. Simon never had that sort of dad, and had always wanted to be that way for his own children.

Now Simon was never going to live out his dream, and Thomas, your son, was never going to have that sort of special bond. I thought made you incredibly sad once more but no tears fell, your eyes were all dried from the previous crying. The weeks came and the funeral happened, your husband looked peaceful in his casket. You wanted some alone time with him first and held his stiff, cold hand. “ Thomas will miss you… I will miss you. You were my rock and shield. It’s going to be hard without you Si… I will always love you and miss you.” The funeral took place and it was a sad time. The team of 141, your family and friends helped with whatever you needed. Now, you were cleaning out things from your late husband. As you were cleaning out his bedside table drawer, you saw a note, folded up neatly. Curious, you unfolded the lined paper and read the words on the paper.

“My dear (y/n), Birdie if you are digging in my drawer then that means I have passed, the mission was botched… I’m sorry… I know Thomas is in good hands with you. Please don’t worry about money. My account will be given to you. As I am writing this, it’s late, you’re sleeping next to me. It’s the night before we leave… I am looking at you for the last time, taking in all your beautiful details. Your face is so soft in sleep, you look so angelic. I am going to miss you… I know you will miss me too… I’m sorry I haven’t said ‘I love you’ that much. I hope you know I cherished and deeply loved you. I still do. I know you are a strong woman, that is what drew me to you. I know you will move on. If you wish, find someone who can love you and our son just as much as I loved you. I will be waiting for you when you come. I will always be watching out for you. Please don’t let our son forget me. I want him to know how much I loved him and you. I love you my Birdie, my beautiful wife. ~Simon.”

You held onto the paper and cried. This was going to be ruff. You were going to be ok. A sense of comfort filled your mind and warmth flooded your body. “I love you my Simon” you smiled and the familiar sent of him wafted and you felt his warmth envelop you.

Gaz

when the news reached you, it hurt like 1000 tiny little daggers. You had just gotten married to Gaz, your Relationship was just beginning. The two of you had been high school sweethearts. Times had gotten tough for both of you and you broke off your relationship before time being until you rekindled it once again, realizing that he was the only person for you. You had only gotten married a few months prior and just had your honeymoon before he was shipped off. Four months he was gone. And he was supposed to come back in two, however, the letter that you received told a different story. He would never be coming home. His body was blown up so badly that they couldn’t find all the pieces to him. We would do everything that they could to get the majority of him back home so that there could be some proper burial. This broke your heart. He would never get to share the life with you that you too so desperately dreamed about, a small home, somewhere on the suburbs of London with a dog, and maybe a child somewhere down the line. That was your plan at least but now things have changed, and now your beloved was gone.

It had been a few weeks since the death, and the burial of what was left at him. You had moved back in with your parents for the time being. As you were cleaning up your room, doing the best to get over your grieving you noticed a note on your bed they have been delivered by your mother earlier. Carefully you walked up to the letter and looked at it. It was addressed to you by Gaz. A sense of panic swelled in your chest. Did he really survive? Or was this some cool trick that somebody was playing? Quickly opened the envelope, and you looked at the letter the date showing that it was a month ago that he had sent this; before his death. With shaky hands, you begin to read the chicken, scratch lettering, tracing over every word, and taking to heart as if it was the gospel.

“Hey Love!

Things are crazy right now! We’re going to be going into a city not too far from here. I’ll make sure to pick up some stuff for you. I know you’ve been wanting to decorate the house for a while and I’m so excited to see what sort of projects you’ve been working on? How’s the art piece coming? I remember you telling me that you wanted to start up painting again. We always had such a pretty drawings. I have no doubt that they’re not going to be beautiful. I hope you hang them on the wall for us to see. I miss you. A part of me wishes that you were here at least the part that isn’t the most violent. Unfortunately, we’re not in the best area we are being attacked left and right. Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll be home soon! I promise I’ll fix the leaky faucet. I know it’s been driving you crazy. I I sent a letter to my folks, but could you tell them that I miss them as well? I want them to know how much I miss them, but I think I miss you the most. When I get back can we get a dog? Also, can we have like a full day of playing video games just with you and me? I know I sound like I’m rambling, but it’s just what’s on my mind recently. Late night cuddles with you while playing Mario kart. It just sounds so relaxing right now. I’m really tired. Well sweetheart, I better get to bed. I love you and I hope that you have an amazing day tomorrow and the next and the next after that.

Your Husband,

Gaz”

Hugging the letter, you cried your eyes out. Tears streaming down your face as you laid on the bed, holding onto the last remnant of what your husband left you. It sounded as if he was somewhere in a safer, better place. You hoped that he died quickly that he didn’t suffer and his last thoughts were good thoughts. A breeze drifted into the room from your open window and a warm bit of sunshine hit your cheek as the breeze drifted passed it felt like a stroke on your soft face. He was there sitting beside you, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel his presence. He was safe and he was watching over you.

Johnny McTavish

The news has gotten to you quickly. It was actually delivered by Price himself. You couldn’t believe it. Your Scottish highland your man was no longer going to come home to you. He was shot through the head. Taking a bullet to save a life. Your young son, John, named after his father, was going to be home from school soon the devastating news hurt you more than anything else out there. How are you going to tell your six-year-old son that he was not gonna have his daddy near anymore? Who was going to play football with him in the yard? Who is going to read bedtime stories? Who is going to play in the rain with him? Your son needed his father that boy looked up to his dad, like he was the sun, its self. The news hurt you hard calling his parents and his family was going to be hard as well if they had an already heard the news. He was close with everybody and his family and he had quite a large family.

The upcoming days to the Memorial as you wish to have been cremated, were hard and brutal. Everybody that you knew, and your friends and his family all gave their condolences to you and to each other he was loved and well liked by everyone your son took it hard he didn’t understand why his dad wasn’t coming home and cried and cried and cried it was like that for almost a whole week, he was doing so bad that you had to pull him out of school for the time being because he was unable to function properly. You did everything you could you hold him tight in your arms until he cried himself to sleep at night in which you also cried your own silent tears. You would go walk on the open, Highlands that overlooked the beautiful scenery where your husband, his father’s ashes, cast out upon the open landscape. A small memorial was placed there in memory. You would have picnics out there are frequently, simply listening to the birds call from high above and feel the warm sun cast It’s beautiful rays. They felt cold and dull to you, but you did your best to hold out for your son.

Cleaning out the closet with all of his stuff. What is your next task as you were taking some of his old stuff down you noticed a hard drive they had fallen out of one of his pockets with your name on it. Curious, you took the hard drive and you plugged it into your laptop. It open the file which had a video and it. You clicked play.

The video with your husband sitting on the couch in your living room, smiling at you “Hello my bonne Lass. if yer seeing this then ye know what happened and I don’t think I need ta say anymore abou tha’. I am so sorry that I cannot be with Yer. I love ye so much. I love our son John so much. Please remind hem’ every day how much I love him. Please play football with hem as much as ye can. Please read to hem every night fer me. I know it’s a lot ta ask with what’s going on but I think it might be good fer both of ya ta share tha’ quality time. I’m gonna miss ye both, but I’m always going te be with yer. I’m always going to be watching over mo little family. Don’t worry Lass, life insurance should cover a huge portion of everything. Hopefully it can help provide some security fer you and fer John. I also have tha’ university fund ye wanted me ta set up fer him. Let the money grow and add te it. If ye want by the time he turns 18 he can open that account. The files are actually in my cabinet on the right side of the desk. It has all the important paperwork and documentaries yer gonna need. I really wish I was there with ya Lass. I’m going to miss holding you at night and whispering I love yous.” His beautiful eyes stared right back at you with his stupid little mohawk and broad shoulders facing the camera. “ I know you got this, please don’t ferget about me, but I do want you moving on. Find a man that makes yer heart is happy to be with as it was with meh. I know it’s a lot ta ask for, and I’m not expecting ye ta get married right this instant… I want ta see ye happy I want to see you taken care of. I love ye, my princess.” he reached over to turn off the device that he was using, and the video ended abruptly. A new wave of tears hit your face as you laid your head on the desk and cried for the fifth or sixth time in the past few days. Your son came in the room and gently touched your shoulder. “It’s OK mama! Daddy’s going to be with us. He’s just going to be invisible.” he was quoting some thing that you had told him. When you had to break the news to John, you had told him that the angels up in heaven needed his daddy to help fight the battle up there because he was so good at his job. One day he would be able to meet his daddy up there as well. Now John had taken this to heart and there’s now quoting this in hopes to make you feel better. You carefully picked up your son and held him close to you. “ you know you’re the best against your father had ever giving me? When you were born, he had tears in his eyes and he was hugging you and kissing all over your face and just absolutely doting on you 24 seven. He told me how proud he was of you. He told me how proud he was of me. Those were good times.” Your son gently hold you tight in his own little arms. “ it’s OK mama will make it out together.” You could almost feel a kiss on your forehead as if…. As if your husband was leaning over to comfort you.

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Roleplay with Gaz

October 2

Gaz x female reader

Once again, this is an 18+ Contant, so do not interact!

Warnings: 18+ Content. DNI

Gaz was getting home in about an hour or so. His work required him to be at the base for longer hours but still not horrible. You waited until he would come home soon. Dinner consisted of pizza since you were too lazy to cook. Honestly pizza worked out really well for both of you because both of you sometimes were just too tired to do anything but order takeout. The door opened, and the man smiled at you.

“hey babe sorry it took me so long.” Gaz hung up his jacket and took off his shoes at the door.

“Hey babe! I got us pizza.” You called as you came over to hug him which he also hugged you as well.

“ that sounds amazing love! Sorry it took me so long to get here, they got manager, mountains of paperwork” Gaz sighed.

“ it’s no problem! Besides, it just means that you don’t have to go to the battlefield anytime soon” you chuckled.

The two of you sat down and watched some TV as you eat your pizza, enjoying the moment with one another. Gaz was forming a plan. You two weren’t the most active group to have constant sex, but you definitely like to keep it interesting.

“ love how would you feel about some role-play?” he asked you while you were taking a sip of your beverage, which almost made you spill it out.

In a coughing fit, you looked at him stunned. “ you’re not joking, right? I mean I would love to do it, but what would be real players?”

“ well you know how much you love me being in my uniform? How do you feel about interrogation?” He purred in your ear.

You blushed and turned your face away from him .

“ I think I could be down for that.”

Gaz quickly ran to the bedroom where he begun to get into his full uniform. Now Gaz was not entirely the one to be the interrogator. Ghost was normally that type of person that could bully somebody into telling their secrets, but he knew how to be pretty intimidating. He wasn’t a Sargent for no reason.

Once he came back down, he quickly blindfolded you and tied your hands up. Then he carried you to your shared bedroom before placing you on the bed and tying your wrists to the headboard, and your feet towards the base. “ now at anytime you feel like you can’t handle it. I want you to give me the safe word.”

“ pineapple” you stated, which was your safe word between both of you.

He gave a night before giving your lips a kiss and he began his interrogation by removing your blindfold, and you getting to see him in his full armor.

“ so dove, I heard you’ve been keeping some secrets for me? Mind wanting to tell me what they are before I pull them out from you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you grinned stupidly at him. “ I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He kept his hand around your neck as he began to glare at you “ I’ll only ask one more time: what secrets have you been hiding from me?”

“ I would never tell you anything” you spat in his face, which got him into an aggressive mood.

Quickly, he pulled your pants down and rip your shirt clean off your back. “ then I think it’s time that we begin our…. Session…. One way or another I will get the truth out of you.”

He began pumping his size in front of you getting it lubed up before entering into your tight cavern with rapid force. The man knew how to work his body with practice with you as well as former girlfriends, he knew how to please a girl. With one hand wrapped around your neck in the other hand, grabbing your already bound hands, he began to thrust hard and deep into you listening to the wet sounds and your moans and cries. He groaned, even louder as he began, biting and sucking at your neck.

“Tell me what I want to know and this can all end.” He growled in your ear.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that if you want any information, I can barely feel a thing” you teased him.

That irritated him, and he removed his cock from you, are dripping pussy and and shifted himself to become a 69 with his head, facing your folds, and his cock in your mouth. He started biting and sucking at your folds as you gagged on his dick. His tongue darted deep inside your cavern, and his size hitting the back of your throat as he pumped into you. Even while he was doing this, he was listening for any sort of distress. If at any time you started coughing or gagging more so than what you were doing, he would immediately pull out.

Gaz polls open in your folder as he began sucking on your click making you practically screen while his dick filled your mouth. He pulled out just as he was starting to feel that pressure buildup. He then sat on top of you, as he began pumping furiously and rapidly on his size. Hot, white, Cum started to spray out landing on your face and chest and stomach, but he wasn’t done yet. He began fingering inside of you, watching you, wiggle and rise as he desperately wanted to release. For 30 minutes discontinued of pure torture.

“Ok I’ll talk! I made some brownies without you, and I ate the whole batch!” You cried out in ecstasy as he finally let you came on his fingers.

Once you are done spazzing out, he quickly took his fingers and sucked on them. He chuckled as he kissed your lips gently.

“See? Wasn’t that hard? Maybe next time you’ll be a little bit more cooperative.”

He untied you carefully before kissing your wrists and ankles, making sure that you were taking care of. He got a nice bath ready for you both.

“Did I do good? Was that your rough on you?” he asked.

“No Gaz you were just perfect.” You smiled as you cuddled next to him in the warm soapy water.

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Pegging a Sarg.

October 1

Johnny “soap” McTavish x female! Reader

It’s kinktober! That means from now till October 31 there is going to be some spicy content. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 DNI!

Warnings: Adult content, DNI! 18+

Johnny and you had a strong relationship. The pair of you were always working like 2 cogs in a clock, but things were slow. Not in a bad way necessarily but in bed it was getting one noted. On some weeks you and Johnny were just too tired for any activity.

Now here you were at an adult store, looking at things to spice up the mood in bed. A few thing’s caught your eye as you browsed though. A nice young lady came and smiled at you “need anything?” She asked.

“I’m looking for something to really spice the mood up… it’s been getting stale in bed.”

The young lady laughed and smiled “ have you tried a strap? It’s not for everyone but we get a lot of women who come in with the same issues and the strap works wonders on meny.” She showed you the collection.

“Ok! How do I wear it.” You asked

“It straps to your hips and some to your thighs to get a better fit. If this is you and your partner’s first time I would suggest a smaller size and numbing cream.”

You nodded and got the recommended size. “Is there anything else?”

“Do you have lube?”

“Yes.” You chuckled

“Ok good! It will be your best friend. When my partner and I do it, I always do a warm up. Stretch him out slowly then enter. You can wear gloves if you feel like you need it just lube them up.”

“Thank you so much… I think I’ll try it.”

You purchased the goods and then went to the grocery store to buy dinner. As you were shopping, you called your husband, “hello lass, how’s my bonne doin’?” His thick accent making it almost hard to understand him. “Hey Jonny, I got food for dinner tonight, also a surprise.”

“Oh a surprise? Will I like the surprise?” He chuckled.

“I think so… will you be tired tonight?” This was code for “will you be able to fuck tonight?”

“I think so Lass.” He chuckled. “I’ll be home early.”

“Ok good… then I will see you later.”

“Alright lass. Take care. I loue ye.”

“I love you too.” You hung up and continued to shop for dinner.

Later, as you were making the dinner, you could hear keys jingle and the front door being unlocked. Soon, a tall man with a mohawk appeared, taking off his military jacket and boots, making a beeline to you. Before you could even get one word out, he engulfed you into his burly arms. “Ah lass I missed ye.” He breathed in your sent as he kissed your neck and cheeks before kissing your lips.

“I missed you too. Dinner is being made right now, hope you brought your appetite.” You laughed

“Lass, Lass, when have ye ever know meh not te bring meh appetite.” He chuckled.

“True.” You giggled and managed to wiggle out of his arms to finish dinner.

“You need any halp Lass?” He asked

“Nope I got it” you kissed him before shooing him out of the kitchen as you finished the meal. He only laughed and walked into the dining room to get the table set before sitting down in the living room.

Once dinner was finished you both ate and chatted about each others day. Dinner was done you started washing the dishes when you felt your husbands lips press up on your neck. “What about tha’ surprise ye were talken about?” He purred in your ear, shivers ran down your back and your legs felt like jelly. He always had this affect on you.

“Let me get these dishes done then we can-“ before you could grab the other pot, his hands stopped yours in a gentle but firm manner.

“Lass Yer always worken why don’t you just relax yeah? I promise I’ll do the dishes once we have our time together.” He held you close and kissed your neck again. You relented and sighed.

“Ok. Your right….” You smiled at him. “I got something for us to try… have you heard of pegging?” You asked.

“Ah! My bonne Lass has some kinks I see.” He winked at her “wha ye want te do te meh?”

“I got the gear… can we try tonight?” A smirk formed.

“Well Lass lead tha way, I’m under yer mercy.”

You smirked as you dragged your husband into the bedroom before laying him down and completely stripping him of his clothes. His well-built, abs and toned muscles flex slightly as you begin unbuckling his pants. Grabbing some lube, you carefully inserted your fingers first one then to, and you begin gently prodding his whole before coming to hit a certain type of bump which made the man moan loudly.

“So that makes you sensitive?” UT used as you begin, pressing more and rubbing on that bump.

“Ahhhh Lass! That feels so good Ahh!” His moans were loud as he arched his back up into the air.

Now you got on your strap with the fake dildo attached to it and carefully inserted it into his hole after lubricating and numbing the area. He let him get adjusted first before he started pumping. You could tell he was very hard as pre-cum was leaking onto the bed as he was on all fours in a doggy style position while you were toppling him. Johnny was bright, red in the face. Sweat fell off of his bangs that were in his eyes, and his back and arms glistened with it. The man was panting as he wanted to reach down and rub out his cock as you were moving but then again, he would lose his balance, so he looked to you over his shoulder. “Please love! Ah~ please rub me out.” You did as you were told and gently begin massaging his cock as you pumped into him. He was stiff and aching to release. The man cried out as he bucked in your hand.

You began rocking your hips, faster and faster into him having the dildo go deeper and deeper and rubbing that special spot of his making, the man seem moving shapes and colors in his eyes, as he felt so close to being overboard. Soon, without warning, the man cave three hard thrusts before releasing all over the bed, Cum flew everywhere and painted the sheets white.

Your Sergeant collapsed in his own filth and panting heavily. Once he got his composure, and you had pulled out, he immediately flipped you onto the bed this time his turn

“Oh Lass don’t be shocked, I plan on returning the favor.~” he purred as he began pounding into your wet dripping pussy.

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Ok you filthy animals! It’s that time of the month again! If you want to see a certain character, write then date that you want to see that character in and the characters name also the top or bottom prompt. Ie: soap 25 top, ghost 18 bottom , Alex 2 top, König 10 bottom etc. I will most likely always do x female reader so also put that in if you want to see something else!

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True self

König x f!reader

Apart of a new series I will be doing with all of the characters on this. Tell me witch one I should do next! Enjoy!

I named König, Alexander Herzog because I liked it. Another person had given him this name and I really like it.

Warnings: none, fluff

Horangi noticed his friend huddled in the meeting room, cradling his phone to his ear as he spoke quietly and in German to whoever was on the opposite end. It was not abnormal to see the feared mercenary Colonel making phone calls, but the way he was speaking was definitely different, unlike his usual manner in borderline yelling and cussing, with thrown German insults for flavor. König sounded like he was talking to someone dear to him. A relative perhaps? Horangi knew though. He and König were close friends, working together for many years.

König hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket with a sigh. The big man seemed small at this point, as if the weight of everything was crushing him. After a few seconds, the man composed himself and noticed Horangi standing there. “Ja?” He asked forgetting to switch over to English, but Horangi knew what he ment. “Nothing sir, how’s the misses?” He looked at him behind his balaclava.

“She’s well.” He stated simply. Horangi nodded “Thats good.” He moved from where he was standing. “Come on there’s some inspections that need to be done on the humvees.” König nodded and followed the smaller man out to the grounds were the vehicles we’re getting checked on safety.

Everyone knew König as the infamous leader of Kortek, a proud Commander who sought out respect from his troops. He made sure to handpick every individual with the raw talent that could be tapped in. Everyone knew he was a beast on the battlefield, he had no care whatsoever when it came to methods of killing, some more gruesome than others. Many of the newer recruits feared him both in an awestruck and terrifying way. They were so grateful that they were on his side, because if they were not, it would not end well for anyone.

He could be borderline mean and menacing as well, mostly it was directed towards his captors or the unfortunate rookie who pissed him off one too many times. König has a long fuse but it could go 0-60 before you even knew what was going on. For those who did not know him well, they would think he was a controlling dictator with arrogance thrown in there, and a monstrous way of killing.

König never wanted this. He always wanted to be liked by people not be feared by them. He wanted people to be able to trust him and he with them, but after years of being betrayed and beaten, kicked, and tortured both on the playground at school and on the battlefield, he realized that no matter what, he would be seen just at face value. He did make a few friends in his career and those that have proven themselves were held at his highest value. Horangi was one of them. The South Korean man who had a gambling addiction. The two became like brothers and enjoyed one another’s company. König was happy that he had a friend that he could trust on.

König wanted his dream life, a sniper, with loving friends and a family he could call his own. When he got rejected for being a sniper, he was pissed, and crushed. His mind still loathing to this day on him proving to everyone that he was once again, not useful. Mainly because of his hight and his inability to stay still. He always hated his hight, but he did enjoy it when it did come to be useful. No one challenges a 6’10 Austrian man. He liked it that way.

Going back to the present, he was helping som of the new recruits with the inspections. It was boring and tedious. He hated this type of thing. He craved for action on the battlefield. He got to let his anger out and not give a dam.

After the day was done he would trudge up to his quarters and lay on his creaky old bed. He missed home. He missed you. Yes, the fights helped him forget and the meetings and mountains of paperwork were also great distractions, albeit not wanted, he, at the end of the day, still missed you. You brought familiarity and comfort to his overworked self. You brought stability when he had non. All it took was a simple touch, and the Colonel of a mercenary unit would be wrapped around your finger. He was a gentle soul deep down. He loved you and cared for you like no other. He worshiped the ground you walked on and basked in your presence. Somehow you were his achilles heel, but he could not care less. Right now all he wanted was you to cuddle up next to. To read to you and watch your beautiful tired eyes close as you drifted off to sleep. He lived for those simple moments. All he had now was a cold hard bed and no one to help him rewind for the night. With a frustrated sigh, he closed his eyes and tryed to sleep.

A few weeks had past now everyone was going home. It had been a long and rough mission that took a toll on everyone. A young scout had almost had his face blown off if it wasn’t for König to save them and get them and the others to safety. It was a miracle that he did not receive any major injuries.

König was at the airport now, looking around and seeing if he could find what he was looking for. He was tall so he stood out of the sea of people like a sore thumb. “Alexander!” A female voice called out. The giant man swiveled around to the sound and saw his beautiful wife running towards him. The biggest grin spread across his face as he made his way to you and picked you up as if you weighed nothing. “Ah mein Engel! I have missed you so so so much you have no idea.” He started to kiss you all over your face, ending it with your lips. “I don’t want to ever be separated from you ever again.” He was desperate for you. The man that everyone feared, was a big teddy bear to you.

“Hey big guy. I missed you too.” Your voice was music to his ears. “Come on let’s go get your things.” You stroked his chest as he carefully let you down but not letting go of your hand. The two of you walked towards baggage claim and he was asking so many questions about how you were, and what was going on in your friend group and how were your parents. He wanted to know everything that was going on in your life while you two were separated. By the time you two made it to the car, you could tell that the tiredness was starting to kick in now that the adrenaline and dopamine rush was leaving him. It wouldn’t be long before he would be passing out.

You try to get him to talk as much as possible so that he wouldn’t fall asleep. Once he was out, he would be out for quite some time anywhere between a day to three days of sleep. The bare minimum of what he actually needed. You were finally able to get him inside, and in some comfortable warm PJs before he slipped under the covers and passed out, happy to be back home with you, cuddling next to his spooning frame, protecting you even in his sleep. You were happy to have your gentle giant back as well, your husband always brought a smile to your face whenever he was acting himself, and now you too were also falling into dreamworld with your Alexander.

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I’ll be home for Christmas

Soap x f! reader

I don’t know what happened, but the original one either got accidentally deleted or I just never posted it! This is the first of the series. I’ll be home for Christmas. Enjoy

Warnings: none

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

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