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aphrogeneias · 6 months

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before dawn — one-shot

pairing: kas!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: it's been days since you watched your boyfriend die in the upside down, and since then, you can't sleep. things change when you encounter a visitor in your kitchen late one night.

word count: 3k

warnings: angst. themes of dealing with grief and loss. possession (kas in eddie's body). mentions of blood and injuries. a tiny bit of body horror. smut (+18). dubcon (reader is into it but still scared). choking.

author's note: this is based on an old, abandoned work of mine and inspired by the kitchen scene in "jennifer's body". it was also written for the prompt "spiritual possession" in my 2023 kinktober list.

The clock on your bedside table marked 3:03 AM when you decided trying to sleep was futile.

Outside your window, Hawkins still burned. The blue light of the witching hour bled through the curtains, bathing your room in darkness, but still tinged with the red that came from the ground, particles rising up the atmosphere. The city had been burning for days, shrouding everything in fire and smoke, turning your home into a ghost town, and your life into a living hell.

Grief and guilt ate on your insides like worms, which was only fitting, since you've been letting yourself rot in your room after the dust settled and everyone else seemed to move on with their lives.

You stayed at that upside-down, twisted version of the Forest Hills Trailer Park watching him die, over and over and over again. The scene played behind your eyes everytime they shut, and you could still feel his warm blood on your hands, his last words echoing in your ears. You never thought you would have to live without Eddie Munson, but having him be ripped out of your life in such a cruel way was more than you could handle.

Your friends made an effort to visit almost every day. When they were not volunteering at the shelter that was installed at the High School gym, Steve and Robin came over to keep company, and even though they were a little unsure, a little clumsy when trying to help you with keeping afloat, you were grateful for their company. Nancy and Jonathan came over often too, being better at helping you clean and making sure you were eating, always bringing something from Joyce, who had told you multiple times you could stay with them, but you politely refused each time.

The fact was that you could have left with your parents when they packed up and went to stay with the rest of your family across the country, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave. Not when you didn't know what was next, it was only a matter of time until he showed his face again.

Eddie had shown you enough horror movies for you to not know that the big bad never truly died at the end, not really.

The memory of him ached as you stared at the ceiling, swallowing back the tears that rose up your eyes. Images of him, lying beside you on that same bed, after staying up too late, watching those ridiculous movies full of gore he convinced you to watch — not that you could ever say no to him, especially not when he flashed you those puppy dog eyes of his. You knew that part of the reason he did that was because you got extra clingy afterwards, letting him cuddle you tight to his body until you fell asleep. Sometimes, if you let yourself go, you could still feel his weight on top of you, his steady breath on your neck, long hair tickling your skin.

You were dragged out of your trip down memory lane by a loud crash coming from your kitchen.

Gasping, you sat up, startled. You were already hyperaware, ready to jump into action at any time, and loud noises put you on edge easily — but this was coming from inside your house, downstairs. The noise didn't stop, clattering around, as if someone was fussing with the doors and cabinets.

It was impossible, since you'd been alone for a couple of days.

With the confidence of someone who had nothing left to lose, you stood up on shaking legs, trying to steady yourself. Trembling hands grabbed the baseball bat that was hidden behind your bed — a gift from Steve, who insisted you couldn't always rely on the butterfly knife you kept in your pocket — and made your way out of the door.

Halfway through the stairs, a voice called out your name.

You recognize that voice, you'd know it anywhere. It was the voice that you heard every night in your dreams, the voice that used to sing to you, to spin grandiose tales just to make you laugh.

Except that it wasn't real, it couldn't be.

Angered by whatever creature that was mocking the memory of your late boyfriend, you marched forward. You knew you could be walking right into a trap, and that one of Vecna's many specialties were his mind tricks, but at that point, you didn't care anymore. He had taken Eddie from you, and now he was dangling him in front of you like bait.

As if your heart wasn't already shattered into a thousand pieces.

You steeled yourself before fully coming into the kitchen, but nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.

Crouching on the tiled floor, covered in both dried and fresh blood, covering his chin and chest. was something that resembled your boyfriend. It had his body, still dressed in his Hellfire Club shirt, only now it was shredded, and black jeans, old white reeboks stained in black dirt and blood. It had his face, only now it was pale and gaunt, brown eyes completely gone, irises shining an unnatural shade of yellow.

He called your name again and you gripped harder onto the bat, holding it with both hands and brandishing it in front of you, a silent threat. Standing, he lifted up his hands, rings shining in the moonlight that came through the window.

"Whoa! That's not how I expected to be welcomed back, sweetheart."

You didn't answer. All you could hear was your own heartbeat, ringing in your ears as it threatened to escape your ribcage. Your whole body seemed to shake, but you stood your ground, determined to chase away the living nightmare in front of you.

"Don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You're not real." You gritted between clenched teeth.

"I am real! I promise I'm not tricking you. Just… put the bat down, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you." He repeated. "You know I would never hurt you."

Eddie — or the thing that looked like Eddie — took a tentative step forward, slowly. He looked as disturbed as you were, and a little sad even, his lips turned down into a frown. It was strange to think that, but he seemed fragile, hurt.

"Stay where you are."

"Baby…"

"Don't call me that! You are not real." You raised your voice this time.

"Let me explain, please?" He pleaded. It looked like he was restraining himself, as if he had to make a lot of effort not to go ahead and touch you. "I had nowhere else to go, and… and I missed you."

His voice trembled, along with your resolve.

Still holding the bat with one hand, you outstretch the other, signaling for him to stay away. He looked and sounded like your Eddie, but you didn’t know if you trust what you were seeing at all. Not after everything you’d been through.

“Stay here, okay? I’m gonna… I'm gonna go get some help. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

He simply nodded, going further back into your kitchen, partly obscured by the darkness, which made his yellow eyes shine even brighter. You walked backward until you reached the kitchen entryway, and turned to run up the stairs and into your room, stumbling your way through the dark house.

You fell to the floor when you entered your room, dragging your trembling frame through the carpeted floor, trying to keep your breathing steady. Getting the walkie-talkie from your bedside table, you sat down, leaning your back into the side of your bed, and called out for anyone who might have been listening.

No one answered.

Dread filled your every nerve. Sepulchral silence filled the house as you made your way back downstairs, your limbs still trembling with every step. It was almost ironic — of course no one answered. Of course your undead boyfriend, or whatever thing was mimicking him, was yours to deal with alone.

It was a conflicting feeling. Eddie had never given you any reason to be afraid of him, despite what others believed about him. Now, the image of him made you sick as you saw him again, standing with his back to you in your kitchen.

As he turned around, you flicked the light switch, turning on the bright kitchen light. Not your boyfriend, but the shape of his eyes were the same, and his full lips, now pale after all the blood he lost, turned downward at the sight of you. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but fear still coursed through your veins.

Tears burned behind your eyes as you addressed him once again, "Eddie?"

You realized he was really trying to keep his distance, staying with his back pressed to the counter, and keeping his hands where you could see them. "Yeah?"

"How do I know… How do I know that you're really you?"

It took a while for him to answer. His tired body slumped forward, his tangled hair falling over his eyes, eyes that never met yours as he started speaking.

"You were wearing this red dress the night I saw you for the first time, and I couldn't take my eyes out of you. I was too chicken to talk to you that day but I went and made you a mixtape. Even tried to have Harrington give it to you because I was too scared to do it, didn't want to see you reject me to my face. He convinced me to do it, and when I finally did you said…"

"...About fucking time."

Your lips trembled with raw emotion, and you could barely keep yourself on your feet as you lunged forward, and Eddie met you halfway. You dirtied yourself with mud and blood as you took him in your arms, and he squeezed you to him like you were the only thing keeping him together — you probably were, just as his solid presence pressed to your body did to you.

You both sobbed, kneeling on your kitchen floor, the cold tiles digging into your knees. You didn't let go.

The rest of the night was spent almost all in your bathroom.

Your mom's carefully picked floral tiles got stained with blood while you maneuvered Eddie around the small space, getting him out of his soiled clothes, and cleaning him to the best of your abilities under the warm spray of the shower.

You'd put a chair under it so he could sit, as he wasn't able to keep himself up for too long, but he was able to tell you, though still a little confused over the details, about what had happened to him.

Something pulled him out. He wasn't sure what, and he's sure it wasn't any of your friends — which you confirmed it wasn't, since Dustin was forced to leave him behind. He felt himself be dragged through miles until he was thrown out of a gate, one of the many that had been opened in the last few days, and when he was conscious enough to stand, he walked here.

You didn't have time or the energy to dig deeper into the logistics of it. The what and the how and the why. You'd do that after you finally got a good night of sleep with your boyfriend miraculously home for the first time in almost two weeks. Safe and sound, like he was supposed to be.

Relief deflated your previously tense body like a popped balloon. After you washed him and bandaged his wounds as best as you could, you got him in bed, and he passed out before you could even get him under the covers. It didn't take long for you to do the same.

Darkness was the first time you saw when you woke up again, a couple hours later. The second thing was a pair of yellow eyes, like a predator stalking in the night, right above your face.

A gasp left your lips as you tried to lift yourself from the mattress, but a hand pressed to your chest stopped you. "Uh-uh. Stay right there."

"Eddie?" You whispered, voice shaking with ice cold fear. "What are you doing?"

He tilted his head, and you could see him more clearly now that your eyes had adjusted to the dark of your room. Behind him, leather like wings unfolded, taking space in your bedroom. The hand pressed to your chest, and the one beside your head, had short, but sharp claws that weren't yet digging into your skin.

You whimpered and trembled under him, dread paralyzing your tongue.

"Not quite. A part of him, yes. He doesn't know it yet, though. It will be our little secret." He bent down, running his nose over the soft skin of your cheek. He still sounded just like Eddie, but there was a graveness in his voice you'd never heard before. "Can you keep a secret, dear?"

He didn't wait for an answer — whoever he was. The same hand that pressed your chest to the mattress beneath you rose up, grabbing your neck. "I asked you a question."

"Y-yes. Yes." You breathed out, closing your eyes. Still, you felt him smile against your face.

"Good. Good girl." His face kept going down, until it reached your exposed neck. He buried his nose in it, breathing you in, and humming deep in his chest at the scent of you. You could feel his lips there, barely brushing your skin, but still raising goosebumps all over your body.

His voice was right below your ear, then. "I just need one small favor from you."

"What do you want?"

"I've been hungry. Starved, darling. I imagine you know how that feels. Your boyfriend here hasn't been a good host, refusing to feed. A disappointment, really. I needed to take matters into my own hands." While he spoke, the thumb that rested over your pulse point caressed the skin there, stroking in slow motions, "I just need a taste. Something to quench my thirst, if you will."

A deep flush rose from your insides, heating you from your tummy all the way to your cheeks. Your blood, he meant. You knew that's what he was implying, but it felt surreal.

"You like that idea, don't you?" He brought his attention back to your face. When he smiled, his sharp canines made their first appearance. "You're an interesting one. I see what the boy sees now."

"Will that help Eddie? You… feeding? On me?"

"If I'm strong, the boy is strong. Trust me, you're gonna need that strength when the time comes."

"What do you mean…"

You weren't able to finish your sentence. His hand went to your jaw and held it in place, puckering your lips and impending your speech. He touched his forehead with his, and looked deep into your widened eyes, "All I need is a yes. That's all I need to hear from you right now."

Without thinking, you nod. You were lost in the unnatural color of his eyes, in the deep register of his voice. The world melted around you, and you stayed there, staring at your ceiling, as his face went back to your neck, and after a brief moment, his fangs pierce your skin, puncturing your pulse.

Everything stopped. Your back arched from the mattress at the feeling of it, and your whole body shakes. His tongue is there too, suckling the blood that falls from the twin wounds, and it didn't stop. Your vision was blurred, your mouth closed shut, no sound left your lips except for the small whimpers you were too scared to even release.

It was too much, and worse, it felt good. The invasion of his teeth into you, his tongue on your pulse, the adrenaline in your blood. You felt ashamed, but you felt alive. Almost involuntarily, your hips writhed on the bed, and your hand went to his hair, pulling it slightly.

He removed his mouth from you, but not before licking a fat stripe to collect the blood that pooled there. "It's okay, sweet girl. I'm almost done. Relax for me."

You had no time to respond. His teeth were piercing you again in a second, and this time you let out a moan, and you had no mind to be self-conscious about how loud it was, because one of his hands traveled under your shorts, but over your underwear, and cupped your mound, letting you grind on it.

Dizzy and lightheaded, and still, you came embarrassingly fast, flooding your cotton panties with warm, sticky slick, riding it out on his rough digits. He rose from your neck, but didn't remove his hand from you.

"That's it, love." He whispered, "See? Felt good, didn't it?"

You could barely keep your eyes open, but he was still above you, studying your face closely. His hand, the one still inside your shorts, moved to pull your panties aside, and collect the wetness there on the tips of his fingers.

He brought them to his lips, and moaned when the taste hit his tongue. "Thank you."

That was all you heard before you felt yourself slipping from consciousness. In those few seconds you were able to hold onto it, you felt his lips lightly touch your forehead, and then, nothing. Silence overtook your tired body.

Outside, the early birds began to chirp, but darkness hadn't ceased, yet. It was always darkest before dawn.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #kinktober 2023

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thebearer · 9 months

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Can you write about Carmy making Reader say nice things about herself during sex???

minors dni 18+ tw: bad self talk but it's brief. dom!carmy.

"Again." It wasn't a request, but rather an order- a command. One followed by a sharp snap of his hips into yours, leaving you arching off the mattress.

"Carmen, p-please." Tears pricked the back of your eyes, mind swimming with pleasure. Every harsh, purposeful roll and snap of his hips was leaving you shaking, breathless and gripping the sheets.

"No. What'd I tell you, huh?" Carmen stilled, his hand moving to your throat, fingers pushing the side of your jaw so you looked at him, dark blue eyes boring into yours. "Keep sayin' it."

"Carmy, this is-"

His hand caught your throat, just lightly enough to feel you gasp, he could feel you clench around his cock. "I told you I didn't want to hear anything come out of that mouth that wasn't somethin' nice about yourself, correct?" Carmen's hips ground into you, coarse base of his pelvis wet with your slick.

"Yes." You squeaked, meeting his small rolls of his hip, grinding down with him, the feeling of the fat head of his cock barely brushing your sweet spot was making your body blaze in heat.

"So do as I ask." Carmen growled lightly, letting his hand move from your throat. "Before I have to get mean."

Your tummy flipped at the threat, shivering at the malice in his tone, toes curling with sensation. You mewled, looking away from his eyes. You felt too vulnerable, cheeks flooding with heat when you thought about what he wanted.

One off handed comment before bed, just one, that's all it took. Standing in the mirror, huffing at your reflection. "Carmy you gotta stop cooking for me. I'm getting fucking huge." You pouted, turning in the mirror. "My thighs are ginormous-"

"-Hey." Carmen snapped, stepping out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in hand. "Stop that. You're fuckin' beautiful, you know that."

You blushed, rolling your eyes. "'m not." You muttered, pinching the fat on your hips with a pout. "It's gross. I know. I'll start going to the gym tomorrow again, and I-"

Carmen pulled you by your hips, turning you to face him. His eyes were hard but not angry... hurt, was a better descriptor. "Hey, stop that." He frowned, lines of his forehead creasing deeply with the pull of his face. "Don't fuckin' say that. Why are you sayin' that, baby? It's not true."

"Carmy, it's ok. You don't have to lie t'me-"

"Excuse me?" Carmen's brows rose at the comment- the allegation. His hands gripped tighter on your hips. "Who are you talkin' to right now, huh? 'Cause you sure as fuck aren't talkin' to me like that, and you're not gonna be talkin' to yourself like that either. No fuckin' way."

He moved you quickly, one hand holding your wrists behind your back, the other snaking a hand down the front of your shorts. You stood in front of the mirror, watching him behind you, his eyes meeting yours in the refelection.

"Take it back." Carmen growled, finger ghosting over your puffy lips.

"Carmen..." You whined, a little embarrassed, a little shocked.

"Take. It. Back." Carmen growled, his hot breath tickling your neck. "Look at yourself and apologize." You protested only for a moment, his palm slapping against your mound lightly, but hard enough for you to gasp, knees buckling.

Carmen shoved your shorts down, letting them slide down your legs to a puddle on the ground. "Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry." Your voice wobbled, hips rolling into his touch.

"For what?" Carmen pressed, fingers slipping through your slick folds.

"For-For saying I was ugly." You stuttered, chest rising and falling sharply, body electric with heat.

"You're not ugly are you?" Carmen hummed, lips brushing over the sweet spot on the crook of your neck. "Are you?"

"N-No." You hesitated, not at all convincing.

"Hm, that's not good enough." Carmen tsked, shaking his head at you. "Look at yourself and tell yourself you're not ugly."

"Carmen, I'm not going to do that, c'mon." You huffed, a nasally whine breaching in the back of your throat.

"Oh, yes you are." Carmen bit, eyes challenging and glaring at you through the mirror. "You know what I think? I think that's all you're gonna do tonight, you hear me?"

And that's exactly what you did. He kept you in front of the mirror, teasing you while compliments tumbled out of your lips, towards yourself. He'd guide you, mutter a praise into your skin that you repeated. When you did, he'd reward you. Hands bracing either side of the mirror, leaning forwards while Carmen ate you from the back.

"Say it again," He'd encourage, a gentle hand rubbing down your sweat slicked back.

"I'm a pretty girl." You babbled, knees wobbling from his tongue.

And when you didn't? Carmen was quick to correct you.

"I can't hear you, baby." Carmen muttered, a low rasp from between your legs, forehead resting on your ass.

"Carmen, please, that's enough, ok? I won't say it anymore, just please-" Two sharp cracks of his palm on your ass had you squealing, eyes jerking open to look at him behind you, lips in a tight line.

"Don't make Daddy have to punish you, c'mon. You were being so good. Keep going f'me." His tone was soft but firm, a soothing balm that left you blushing and head reeling. Desperate to be good for him.

You whimpered, but turned back to the mirror, jutting your hips back out. "I-I'm a pretty girl." You stuttered quietly, moaning when Carmen's tongue licked a long stripe from front to back, swirling and gliding through your folds.

Now, he had you where he wanted you. In that pretty headspace that had you sweet, fucked out and so good for him.

"Again, baby," Carmen's breath caught in his throat, holding back his own low groan. "Say it f'me again."

"I'm a pretty girl." You whined, eyes glossed over, clenching around him.

"You are." Carmen nodded, a sweet kiss to seal the sentiment. "Prettiest girl, you know that?"

You nodded, keening when he rolled his hips, pushing your legs back to hit that spot inside of you that had you sobbing. "S' pretty. Beautiful. Say it."

"Beautiful." You repeated, a little brainless, parroting his phrases.

Carmen smirked. "Who is?"

"You." You muttered. Carmen's heart swelled, blushing boyishly at the compliment.

"Who else? Hm? Someone prettier than me, who's that?" Carmen cooed, his own abs tightening with every sloppy thrust, your nails sinking into his arms.

"Me." You whined, a whimper that had Carmen sure he was going over the edge.

"That's right. You're a pretty girl aren't you? Prettiest fuckin' thing in the world- fuck." Carmen's hips snapped, deep, holding himself there for a moment. He could feel you clenching, your own orgasm washing over you again, shaking legs and fluttering eyes. He was spilling not long after, face pressed into your neck, muttering over and over the same praises between deep heaves and shuddering moans.

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 1 year

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How does it look? Ah, it’s an improvement

Pairing: König x Reader

Summary: You’re determined to find out why everyone thinks König is so scary, afterall he’s just some guy that’s taller than most people right? He’s probably harmless! Well, he’s a little scary, but you still like him anyway.

(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)

AN: Ok, so another gap between updates, but for everyone that's still here, I hope you guys enjoy it, your comments and asks give me life 💕

Part 6 of A Rocky Start - Full Masterlist Here

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In the days after your little run in with König at the gym, things had been tense with the guys. So much so that until you could find time for a ‘covert’ date, you’d tried to avoid him like the plague. Of course that meant that he was open to attack from the rest of your team, but you figured, what harm could they really do? Well as it turned out, after finally lifting your self imposed ban, he’d said they’d been on him like bloodhounds.

Apparently there was no limit they would reach to defend your honour, not that it needed defending in the first place (but you couldn’t tell them that). After a mixture of the guys trying to warn him, threaten him, jump out at him, knock his tea off of the counter and throw his food in the bin, they’d made it difficult for König to do much of anything around base. Your mind had buzzed in a near constant state of anxiety, waiting to see what they’d do next.

Luckily for your frayed nerves and König’s safety however, they stopped being as harsh to him as time went on. In only a couple weeks in fact, they’d stopped attempting to jump him and threaten him away from you, and instead took to glaring at him and giving him what you called the ‘school girl treatment’. Sure, bitching about him and saying they couldn’t wait to put Ex Nihilo in the ground once and for all so they could flush out KorTac wasn’t particularly helpful for team morale, but it meant that you didn’t need to worry about your lover getting shanked anymore.

If you were being honest, you couldn’t help but feel he deserved it a little given it had been his bright idea to rile you up in the first place. That’s what you get for trying to show off in front of Ghost. However that didn’t mean you didn’t still worry for him, far from it. You were practically biting your tongue off whenever König would happen across your path.

“Didn’t anyone tell you the love of your life aint in your chain of command Soap?”

“Oh shut the fuck up!”

You snorted as Soap shot you a glare. He’d momentarily distracted himself from pinning Ghost only to end up rolled over and under the heavy frame of the Lieutenant - who he’d only just managed to hold down himself. His body landed on the ground with a thundering crash, and at the very same time he let out a small ‘oof’ you held your hands at your mouth and tried to hold back on the stream of laughter threatening to burst out. Not that that was any use, you were breaking in no time, squealing like a kid. Served him right for getting cocky. He’d been leaning hard into Ghost, his eyes level and lips caught in a ridiculous smirk.

“Looks like the next rounds on you again, Johnny boy!” Ghost chuckled, releasing Soap before he snapped something.

“No! No, no, no, I call bullshit on that,” Soap huffed, jumping to his feet like a jack in the box. “The only reason you won was because that little dick couldn’t keep their mouth shut.”

Your fellow sergeant held an accusing finger up at you, his face going pink in anger. Sore loser. You gasped in mock offence then proceeded to shoot him your best puppy eyes and shrugged, perfecting a show of innocence that would make an angel weep.

“Me?”

“Yes you! Love of your life’s not in your chain of command’,” he echoed, pitching your words up like a little girl. “Fuck off!”

“I don’t sound like that,” you sniggered, watching as his face got redder. “Don’t be a sore loser Soap.”

Soap hit the mat just shy of his thigh, pounding it as if it were a way to wage revenge, working himself up as you and Ghost continued to laugh like hyenas.

Ghost eventually joined your side, he picked up the water bottle he’d abandoned by his workout gear and took a long gulp, huffing as he lowered the bottle back down. Ghost’s breathing was laboured and you could smell the sharp stench of sweat coming off of him in waves, apparently even with your intervention, that hadn’t been an easy victory. You knew that well enough yourself, you were only barely able to beat him sometimes, he’d earned his nickname just as much as you’d merited yours.

“I almost had the bastard this time!” Soap huffed, slumping. “If it hadn’t a’ been for you.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better I’ll pay for it,” you offered, rising to your feet. “Given you both go get a shower, you guys fuckin’ stink.”

Soap smirked at that, his eyes regaining their lost spark as if he’d been given a jumpstart. You didn’t care for it.

“Really? I don’t think I smell too bad,” Soap said, his voice taking on an edge again. “C’mere, let me make you really pay for it!”

“Wait, what are you- ew! No! Get away from me!”

You squealed as Soap made a dash for you and hopped out the way from his grabbing arms, jumping away like a scared cricket. Unfortunately he was blocking the exit, forcing you into the corner of the room, keeping you on the edge of your toes while he held his arms up, torturing you with the threat of a hug. It took everything in you to keep track of where the mats were and not to slip on the shiny wooden floors, squeaking with every step you took as you frantically traversed the hall.

“It’s just like you said Sneaky, can’t fraternise outside my rank. Guess that just leaves you!” He laughed, making another unsuccessful lunge at you.

“I’m sure Gaz…is around here somewhere,” you said, breathing hard as you continued to duck and dive from him.

Despite Mactavish’s best efforts, you still managed to elude him. When he leapt for you, you strafed away and even when he’d successfully grab your arm, you’d break his hold before he could wrap you in his stinking death grip.

You were so close to the exit now. You’d danced your way there, too busy walking backwards and throwing Soap off of your intentions that you were taken unawares when you backed into something solid where an empty doorway should’ve been. It was only when two familiar big hands drew round your frame to steady you, that you realised exactly who you’d bumped into.

“Careful Sergeant,” König said, his voice surely thick with a grin. “I see training in the 141 is as rigorous as ever.”

You sigh, taking a cautious look over at Ghost who has his eyes locked on the offensive figure behind you. Even as Ghost stood there smelling like week old laundry he’d acted as if König had dragged putrid roadkill into the room and asked him to take a bite.

“You wanna test how good our training is, König?” Soap barked, puffing his chest out like a cartoon gorilla.

You rolled your eyes.

“No thank you, I’m afraid I’d get terribly bored.”

“Funny,” Ghost said plainly, tilting his head. “Maybe we could find out how interesting you find us once you let go of Sneak. Could make sure those dirty mitts don’t linger too long again.”

You could feel his fingers dig into your skin, and with just a cursory glance up to the slits in König’s mask, you knew he hadn’t been meaning to clutch onto you for so long. Though, even in your haste to be subtle you didn’t miss the wink he gave you when he let you go, or the way his fingers brushed against you like falling silk. Clearly someone had been missing you. Probably as much as you’d missed him.

“Apologies,” he’d said, not able to resist whispering after, “lucky for him he doesn’t know where these ‘mitts’ were last weekend.”

You choked on your next breath and turned so that your back was to the others before they could see your haunted expression. König was becoming a master of landing you in the shit. Even as you tried to glare at him, your paranoid mind wondered if they could see your body buzzing with worry.

“Why are you here, König?” you asked, voice shaking with a hundred different emotions.

Even under the darkness of his full hood, König’s eyes sparkled with mischief and you didn’t miss the playful raise of his brows. He was continuing to wage war on you, even when you giving him the ‘stop fucking with me’ look. He was going to hear about that later.

“Curiously enough, Price sent me. He wanted me to tell you to come to his office.”

Everyone’s breaths were collectively stolen from the room.

“Price? Price asked you to talk to Sneak for him?” Soap said dubiously, first to ask before anyone else could.

You were too busy wondering if he’d figured something out.

“Funny isn’t it?” König said, his gaze squarely fixed on you. “He was in a rush to sort something and unfortunately for him, I was the only one around. I think you’re being sent off on a mission.”

You didn’t miss the way his voice dropped in disappointment. If you were going away with Price then it was anyone’s guess how long you’d be away for. Last time he’d spirited away with Gaz he’d disappeared for days, and come back afterwards sagging like a melted ice cream. Whatever you’d be doing, it’d likely tire you out just as much and even if you were to come back through the weekend you’d likely be beat just the same. With that in mind, you knew it was unlikely you’d get to carry out your fun weekend plans with König. That meant it’d be a whole week’s wait until you got to meet with him again.

Fuck.

“Oh…thanks for letting me know.”

“Of course. Can’t ignore an order from the Captain.”

The ‘unfortunately’ didn’t have to be said, it hung in the air between you two like black clouds of smoke. It took everything in you to ignore him from then on, turning instead to your things and stuffing them into your pockets. Your ears burned as they traced his footsteps fading from the doorway, and your chest grew heavy knowing you’d be missing him like hell until you could see him again.

“Fancy that, Price going against his own orders,” Ghost said, folding his bulging arms over his chest.

Always looking for a fight.

“Fuck, probably didn’t even ask that cunt. The thing probably ate the guy that was actually supposed to come get Sneak,” Soap sniggered, finally emerging from his huff.

Oh yeah, they’d taken to calling König names now as well. They particularly enjoyed comparing him to a horrific bug monster which, even as childish as that was, was a little entertaining to you given you knew how much he hated that particular film when you’d tried to show it to him. He didn’t care for monster flicks.

“I don’t think he’d lie,” you shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Really? I think he’d stab his own mother just to get a giggle,” Ghost snorted.

Clearly you don't know him very well. You laughed even in spite of knowing that what your Lieutenant said wasn’t remotely true, maybe even because you knew how ridiculous it was. They had a lot of fun making him out to be a raging sadist when as far as they were aware he’d done no worse than them on the field. König would stab himself before a hair on his mothers head came to harm, he practically gave half his wage just to make sure she ate well every month.

“Maybe. Even so, I better go see what Price wants. Must be deadly urgent if he was desperate enough to send König,” you said, heading back toward the exit.

“True. Sure you don’t want a reassuring hug before you go?” Soap asked, making a move like he’d come bounding up to you.

“Nope! Not even if this is the job I die on,” you called, speed walking down the corridor before he got any bright ideas.

-☠️-

Just as König had said, you ended up pulled away with Price on reconnaissance. Now, while you’d much rather have been curled up in a hotel room with König and living out your lazy weekend plans, it turned out being away wasn’t all that bad. For one thing, Price was practically his old self with you again and for another it was good to get away from the rest of the 141.

Constantly having to listen to them verbally disassemble the man that you were secretly in love with was a lot and it took everything not to sit there and defend him sometimes. Even then that would just result in an uproar about how you let people treat you. At that point you’d take Price’s steady quiet presence and occasional rumbles about coffee and football anyday.

“You seeing anything Sneaky?”

Price’s hushed voice crackled over your comms, the tiny earpiece was flooding with interference from the busy market. Crowds of people swarmed and overflowing stalls that were bursting with goods, with salesmen boasting about their produce and wares like it was the last day on earth to buy anything. The heat beat down on your back and your outfit did little to help with the glaring sun, one of the pitfalls of wearing baggy clothing to conceal weapons. Your scent mingled with the rest of the sweltering bodies that bumped your sides and moved around you, but most of all you scented the rich foods and the old antiques that filled the stalls. Your senses were going wild, overstimulated to the max.

“Not a fuckin’ thing,” you finally muttered.

You’d been sent out to intercept a meeting between two Ex Nihlio members, according to intel gathered from KorTac earlier in the week they were supposed to meet by one of the spice stalls. It was your job to route them out and figure out if they knew anything about Rousseau’s whereabouts. Only issue was that you were drowning in spice stalls. Both you and Price had taken turns dressing up like tourists with your big nikon cameras and neon bags and were playing a game of spot the terrorist cell with only a prayer that you hadn’t already missed them.

Price was taking his turn up on the roof, nestled conveniently in a skillion like a bird of prey about to strike, watching and waiting with his binoculars up and gun at the ready. You felt safe knowing he was with you, his mumbled words of reassurance kept you sane as you traversed the labyrinthian pathways over and over and had to pretend to take an interest in various trinkets.

However, you’d been on the streets for a couple hours now, you knew that soon enough you’d have to swap again and it’d be your turn to play sniper on the roof. That was - If your aching feet were anything to go by. You sighed and took a look around, deciding to do one last sweep around the stalls before you joined Price and relieved him of his position.

“Hold on Sneak, turn around - don’t be obvious,” Price said, voice coming in low and grizzled from disuse.

You froze in your spot and swallowed, committing yourself to your new task, taking a moment to look through your pockets before palming a warm penny. With a fake gasp, you sent it rolling behind you and leaned down, walking a few paces so that you could retrieve the penny off the ground while looking around for the source of Price’s interruption. When you looked up to the row of stalls across from you, you saw what he’d tipped you off on.

“Try to get in close.”

Situated next to an array of autumn coloured spice piles, were two men wearing dark shirts and trousers, talking hushedly to one another. While you couldn’t be absolutely sure that they were Ex Nihlio, you knew that it didn’t look like they were there to shop. You glanced away from them for a moment and set your sights on a curio stall next to them, stepping almost silently over the gritty path until you reached your target.

Their voices were low, coming in softer than a light breeze, but still you managed to catch a little of what they were saying and you knew the receiver would too. You tilted your head toward them, trying to give Price the best chance of hearing them too; all while you picked up a tiny bird figure barely bigger than one of your digits and held it to your eyes. You softly ran your fingers over the wood like you might bring it to life somehow and turned it this way and that, inspecting it carefully - it was important to make your fascination with the object look convincing.

“Your orders are clear, you are not allowed to move forward.”

“But we have everything in place, we’re ready! I don’t understand.”

The men were tense, their voices strained as they endeavoured to stay quiet.

“We have to be more reserved now. Ever since…he was taken and the tourists were found, things have been different. Plan’s changed.”

“What! because his-”

“Quiet! Not another word. This visit in itself was a courtesy only extended to you, we’ve had to stop everything we had planned, things have changed.”

“I don’t accept that. We have to keep the momentum going or we won’t be taken seriously.”

You breathed out quietly, watching as the stall owner started approaching you and you let a smile melt onto your face, trying to keep up the dumb tourist charade. The woman looked keen as she approached, face reminiscent of a fox’s with her eager golden eyes and high cheekbones. Her lips were curved into a grin and she hunched over the counter tactically surveying her eyes over your form. She was probably anticipating someone stupid, someone that could be easily fleeced.

“It’s a nice statue isn’t it? Are you interested in buying?”

“Uh, yeah I think so, it’s really cute,” you said with a short unsure laugh, trying to keep your voice low enough for Price to hear over. “How much is it though?”

Regrettably for her you weren’t going to be the easy mark that she’d assessed you as. Nevertheless, you still hoped to god she wasn’t going to ask for too much. You’d figured before setting out that you needed to buy some stuff so that you could blend in, but you hadn’t brought an awful lot and you’d already gotten some pastries and drink with the paltry change. Plus the little swallow, for all its tiny size, was very detailed, it’s little carved tail and wing feathers and dark wood would surely drive the cost up. Then there was also the fact that there was no way you’d be able to just accept the given price, you’d have to negotiate so that you had a reason for sticking around.

While you desperately strained to try and hear the argument ensuing between the two men next to you, you weakly haggled with the woman giving her numbers that her lips upturned like a direly unamused theatre mask. Eventually though you both reached an agreement and the little figure was yours, but now you had to work out your next move.

“‘We are from nothing, and we will fight each day until they can never reduce our names to the dirt again’- remember when that was our calling? Remember when we committed to a cause that day, does that mean nothing to you? We must act now!”

“It must mean nothing to you, if you are willing to risk everything just for a moment of glory.”

You didn’t have to struggle to blend in much longer.

A loud shot rang out above the swathes of people around you and suddenly the entire market descended into chaos and terror, people ran and screamed and hid; fleeing like pigeons. You looked over to where the two men had been and saw only one now as he rushed away into the crowd while the other lay dead and bloody on the ground. The man’s pupils were tiny pin pricks staring emptily into the glaring sun, all life torn from the deserted vessel of his body. He’d gone back to nothing after all.

“Price, I'm going after him.”

You tore your eyes from the dead man and chased after his killer, trying desperately to catch up as he faded into the crowds. You weaved and ducked, trying to remain discreet even still as you traced his path and took advantage of the wake he left in the crowd. He was like a speedboat tearing through choppy seas, disgruntled people were pushed to the side and made to move as he bulldozed through and gave you plenty of opportunity to follow.

“You need to stop, Sneak. We don’t know if he has friends hiding around the area! Do you hear me? Stop! Sneak, how copy?”

Price was too late. You’d collided with the man already, strategically shoving him into an alleyway and underneath your body. You both breathed hard, groaning as your knees and his back made contact with the hard ground, but neither of you could afford to feel it for long. He fought his way up, reaching for a knife he’d stowed in a thigh pocket and attempted to plunge it into you before you disarmed him, smashing his wrist against the wall and pounding it with your other.

“I got him pinned down, we’re in the alley a few streets up, he’s fighting back pretty hard,” you growled, thoroughly out of breath from trying to subdue the squirming screaming man.

“That’s not what I ordered!”

“Well what are my orders now?” you asked, gritting your teeth as you punched the man, narrowly missing being hit first.

Price didn’t speak for a beat, the silence was tense as you fought to subdue your target, filled with your gasping breaths and struggling bodies scraping against the grit like sandpaper. You could practically feel the steam that was pouring from Price’s ears coming in through the earpiece, sweat was pooling all over your body, exertion and heat were kicking in. After a moment, your captain finally responded through gritted teeth, his voice crackling all the more as you realised that he was on the move.

“Coming to you now. Hold him there.”

Easier said than done. You felt like a bull rider as you bucked around on top of the stranger trying to subdue his movements with as little force as possible. While it was important to make sure he was kept down and kept quiet, you couldn’t do too much damage or it was worthless even stopping him in the first place. Clearly this man was in contact with Rousseau or at least someone very close to him, so it was of the utmost importance that you brought him in lucid and ready to spill. Or rather spill after some convincing, the look in his eye was that of a man that wouldn’t give you any satisfaction for nothing.

His teeth were bared at you like an animal, one of them metallic and glinting in the sliver of light that emerged through the darkness. His eyes were wild like a feral lion. There was something about his face that terrified you in that moment, the sheer determination to kill you, the will of a man with conviction in his cause to tear you down. You had the upper hand though, finally you’d been able to reach the pistol you’d secreted away at your side and pulled it on him, holding it against him with a soundless ultimatum.

“Get the fuck off me! I’ll have your eyes for this, fucking scum!”

The man ranted and screamed, but even still you weren’t deterred from your task. You kept him pinned down with the gun snug at his temple, praying that Price would be there soon. Luck wasn’t on your side that day though, rarely ever was, suddenly you were sailing onto your back. Stars filled your vision, light melting as the sky faded far away. It was somewhat reminiscent of what you’d seen happen days before, Ghost on top of Soap after his failed victory, Soap stuck to the ground like a monkey under a tigers paw.

“Are you alright?” a voice asked.

Someone that you didn’t recognise, an accent you couldn’t place.

“I’ll be fine! Finish them off and let’s go,” your target responded.

You winced, expecting that to be your final moment, the last thing you ever heard was a dismissal of your efforts. Through the murky darkness two eyes flashed through your head, two crystalline pools that opened like planets in the empty space of your mind. In your mind, König looked back on you smiling, his watchful gaze always reminding you of an angel while he loomed over you, bare chested and warm just like he’d been at the hotel.

Had that been your last though you would’ve died happy, you decided.

Though you weren’t going to die that day, not yet. Another gunshot blasted through the atmosphere, ricocheting in your ears, but as you were still around to hear it and you weren't lying there in blinding pain - well not any more than you’d felt before the gun fired - you deduced the man had missed. Instead another man’s scream rang out and a flurry of footprints followed, scraping to get away.

You opened your eyes, finally able to see again, but felt blinding pain replace your stolen vision. It coursed through your skull and rattled through your back, making you hiss as you sat up and stradied yourself on your scraped up hands. Colours and shapes swelled and swirled before your eyes before condensing and becoming clear. Price took form in front of you seconds later, his hands tight on your shoulders as he grabbed you and gave you a look over, running his hand gently over your head as if you were his child.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he muttered, eyes narrowing harshly as he realised you were ok. “You had no idea who else was there and wouldn’t you know it - who should show up, but one of his little friends”

“I…I already had him before you said to let him go,” you groaned, blinking furiously as you tried not to let the darkness at the edge of your vision take over.

“Is that right? Well, well done to you and your fucking initiative,” he groaned, “Look at you, you look like you’re going to fall apart. Are you ok, can you see?”

“Feels like it too,” you said, smiling weakly. “I can see, things just got hazy for a second there…Did you send the rest of the team after them?”

Price rolled his eyes, the bags under them looking pinched as he kept looking you over. Another group of soldiers had been kept on standby, ready to swoop in and drive you and whoever you might capture, but it didn’t look like Price was thinking of them then. He was focused on you, kneeling across from you and surveying for any changes. He let go of your shoulders, instead propping you up against an old crate that sat abandoned in the alley.

“Course I sent them,” he said eventually. “Don’t think they’ll catch up though.”

“Fuck,” you hissed, feeling the full weight of the blow to your head.

“How bad’s the wound?” you asked, wincing as your fingers came away from it with blood.

“Not bad. Not good either though,” Price deadpanned. “I’ll walk you out of here in a minute. I just want to make sure you’re going to stay awake.”

“Walk? You mean we can’t call an Uber?”

Price didn’t see the funny side of your joke, he shook his head and ran a hand through his beard, taking extra time to scratch as he reached the thicker sides. He was deep in thought, trying to process what had happened, and work out where to go from there. There was a look in his eyes he always got when he was catastrophizing, and you could tell he was in full crisis mode. His steady hands and stiff posture only served to throw off people that didn’t know him well enough.

“What is it?”

“Two of em’ have seen your face now.”

You had already thought of that.

“I know,” you said quietly, finally looking away from him.

Neither of you said anything else for a second. You focused in on the crowd behind you instead, the people that still rushed through the streets trying to avoid a silent threat that had already run far from their paths. Their voices and scampering feet echoed and danced through the alleyway, distracting you from your pain for a moment. Thought still coursed through you in the background, remained swirling through your body like a snake constricting around your brain and back.

“We need to get you out of here and get you to a medic.”

You nodded, you wouldn’t fight him on that. A medic would have pain killers. You tried to rise on your own, gripping the rough wooden crate like a lifeline, but found yourself almost collapsing again until Price rushed to your side and held you up, grunting as he bore your weight. Through the vignette of your fading vision you could see the tight lipped grimace he was giving you and knew you were probably sporting a similar look of your own.

“Don’t try to move on your own, let me help you,” Price growled.

“You gonna carry me all the way back to car?” you asked sceptically, remembering how far you had to go.

“Can’t bloody well leave you. We don’t know if that bastard’s got more friends hanging around.”

“You could stick me in another alley and bring the car closer?” you asked, already knowing what his answer would be,

“Not a chance. C’mon, get moving those feet. That’s an order!”

Stubborn.

You grit your teeth and felt the pain shoot through your back and curl up in your stomach as you moved. You knew you hadn’t broken anything, but you were still feeling the effects of getting winded and the weeping head wound wasn’t helping matters either. Bile rose in your throat at the thought and even as Price kept his arm slung tightly round you, you felt your feet waver and drag across the ground, felt your mind struggling to keep going as your body began to give up.

“Talk to me. Don’t give out on me now,” Price demanded, his breaths coming out punchy like wind hitting a sail.

“Talk about what?” you laughed, wincing with the movement.

“Anything. Keep yourself focused, talk about anything.”

“Ok,” you conceded, thinking for a moment as you were dragged through an empty street. “Why’d you send König to come get me the other day?”

“Really? That’s all you could think of?” Price scoffed.

You were in too much pain to feel any shame or hesitation about pushing. In fact, it was the perfect time to bring up König because there weren’t going to be many other chances for you to leverage a head wound to discuss the subject. It was the perfect thing to direct your energy on and keep you upright.

“You’re the one that told me I wasn’t to speak to him again,” you said measuredly. “It made me wonder why you’d send him to speak to me.”

“He was the only one around and the General wanted us gone ASAP.”

“You could’ve messaged.”

“I needed to make sure you knew to come right away.”

“Are you saying I’m not reliable?” you grinned, almost tripping on a fallen basket because you were so pleased with yourself.

You and Price stopped just before your feet could stumble over the fallen produce and rerouted around it, huffing with exertion. Price’s back was sweating just as much as yours and once again you found yourself cursing at the sun, vowing that you would never spend another minute more in the heat if it meant you could be sent to a cold room with a full deck of meds ready at your disposal.

“If you really want to know, I figured I could trust you now,” Price said, readjusting his grip on you. “After all that's happened.”

“Oh really?”

“Well you wouldn’t want to go near him now after what happened would you?”

You had to hold back a bout of laughter, disguising it easily with a cough. If only he knew.

“Suppose not,” you answered.

“It’s better that way…associating with a man like that, you’d only end up at the top of someone’s shit list.”

“You think he’s got enemies?”

“Why else do men like Ghost and König wear masks?” he huffed. “You’d be vulnerable with him, even if he is a one man army. He couldn't protect you if the people he’d pissed off came after you.”

You pursed your lips and looked toward the end of the street, sighing as you remembered the car wasn’t that far away. The last thing you needed when you were trying not to go wobbly was Price making you doubt König. Instead you faced forward and kept on marching, narrowing your eyes as you fought off the darkness.

-☠️-

“Are you absolutely sure that you like wearing that shirt?”

You laughed as König hovered above you, pausing in his assault on your neck so that he could play with the hem at your neckline. His hemline rather.

“You said you wanted to look after me this week, didn’t you?”

“Well yeah, but not at the expense of my only clothing,” he said, smiling at you with narrowed eyes.

You rolled your eyes at him and kissed him, planting your lips firmly on his so as to silence his protests. All was right in the world again. You’d been dismissed for a week because of your head wound, something about you having suffered from a concussion before so you were being forced to take leave and had decided to spend your time wisely. In other words, telling Price you were going to visit family, when in actuality you were shacked up in an airbnb close to the base so that König could come visit you and stay the night.

Eventually he broke away from you and shook his head, rolling off the bed and causing an earthquake, causing the springs to groan and for the mattress to shake like jelly beneath you. You watched him as he stood and stretched. His body illuminated by the streetlamps outside the windows, the dull yellow contrasting harshly with the dark blue shadows that snaked over his taut muscles, meeting like intertwined fingers at his ribs.

“Is it because it's the Rammstein one?” you asked, sitting up to admire him easier. “Because I’m taking good care of it.”

He shook his head again and made his way to the door.

“I know you’re taking good care of it. I just don’t have a lot of shirts to wear,” he explained, disappearing for a moment.

You huffed and folded your arms, obscuring the blocky logo in the tangle of your intertwined limbs. The guilt trip wasn’t going to work, this was your shirt. You felt like you’d earned it after you’d forgotten home comforts and stayed in a stranger’s house all to be with him. Not that he wasn’t taking fantastic care of you.

You watched as he came back in with a couple glasses of water and set them down on each of your respective bedside tables and disappeared again so he could grab two bowls, walking in with steam obscuring his face. You unfolded your arms, forgetting all about your upset and took in what he’d brought you. He’d heated some soup for you both and ensured that you were propped up nicely before placing yours in your lap, joining you at your side so that he could eat his. The smell of parmesan and vegetables drifted into the air, forcing your stomach to growl in anticipation.

“Thank you, König,” you hummed.

The soup was delicious. It was unmistakably from the Italian deli that König knew you liked to frequent as a treat and you’d deduced he must’ve been earlier in the day to pick up a takeaway just for you. Even if he were being a stickler about his clothes, he still remained sweet and ensured you had every little comfort you could want for while you recovered.

Truth was, you hadn’t really felt that bad once you’d been patched up and given a few Codeine. The pain in your head had dulled to a low thud and more than anything it was background noise to the host of other complaints you could make about your battle torn body. Though König wouldn’t hear of it. He demanded that you stay in bed as he fussed around you and cuddled you like a sickly kitten. It was a wonder you were allowed to even roam the apartment by yourself with the way he coddled you, a miracle you weren’t wrapped in cotton wool and shrunk into his pocket for safe keeping.

“Why is it that you’d want to wear one of my dirty shirts anyway?” König asked, breaking the silence.

You snorted, only just swallowing the spoonful of soup you’d taken and shrugged, a coy smile weaving its way onto your face.

“It smells like you. Makes me feel safe,” you said finally, only a smidge embarrassed.

“And what do I smell like?”

“I dunno…just like you,” you shrugged. “Manly I guess, and I can smell that stupid cheap citrusy soap you use.”

“Don’t belittle my soap just because you like to buy the best,” he retorted.

“That’s right, practicality over frivolity…How German,” you said with a sly smile.

He froze mid spoonful, just about to eat another before he paused and shot you a withering side eye. You’d delighted in finding out another way to tease him, getting to play with him all you wanted while you recovered.

“You call me German one more time, I’m taking the shirt off your back and leaving you naked to fend for yourself,” he said simply

“Oh c’mon, you’d never do that.”

“I just might,” he smiled, taking his last spoonful and letting the cutlery clatter to the empty bowl. “You know the difference.”

“In fairness you did live there for quite a while until you moved back again.”

“Yeah, and that's an even better reason for me to enjoy being Austrian.”

“Such a mean man, poor Germany!”

You playfully shoved at his thigh with your foot and giggled when he caught it in his hand and threw it back. It sent you both laughing and soon you abandoned your soup bowl onto the table and took your little game to the next level, diving onto him before you were promptly flipped onto your back and pinned under König, resuming your usual position.

“Poor Sneak,” he laughed ominously. “Still hellbent on defending the Germans?”

“If I say yes are you gonna do that thing I hate?”

“Only one way to know for sure.”

You huffed out a breath and weighed up your options, deciding if it was really worth being tickled just to keep teasing him. In the end, you didn’t get to decide, you winced as you felt a firework of pain burst through your head and closed your eyes for a second, bunching them shut like you could forget about it behind the darkness of your closed lids. Suddenly you were grateful you were lying down surrounded by the soft topaz sheets.

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” König gasped, stroking his thumb over your cheek.

“I’m alright, it wasn’t anything you did,” you assured after a second, taking in a deep breath. “I think it’s time for me to take my meds actually. Is it after eight thirty?”

König leaned up from you and rooted around for his phone. You prayed you were right.

“Yeah, Eight forty. If you sit up, I’ll get them out for you.”

You followed through with his request, inching up the covers and seething with every little jarring shake the bed gave you. It felt like your head was going to burst into a confetti cloud with the amount of pressure that was building. You couldn’t wait till the headaches were done with.

“Here, take these,” König murmured, handing you the pills and your forgotten glass of water.

You threw them back and drank down a big gulp of water, focusing on not choking as you swallowed them as fast as you could. This was one of the worst pains you’d had with it since it’d happened. Stars twinkled at the edge of your vision until slowly, after a little breathing and König stroking your back, you were able to open your eyes and stare back him as he watched you those big doleful eyes of his.

“I’m alright now, it’s ok,” you smiled, trying to reassure him.

“Mm, it’s far from ok,” König hissed, staring harshly to his side for a moment. “If I ever get my hands on those who did this to you, they’ll be sorry.”

You widened your eyes a moment as his fury sunk in and both of you stared at each other for a tense minute. You sat hoping your understanding of the situation might be infectious, wishing he’d accept that they’d just gotten the upper hand. What happened wasn’t personal. He shook his head and let the heat escape him, the fire left his eyes and deflated him, leaving him staring down at the bed a moment until you spoke again.

“I know how I’d feel if it were the other way around,” you sighed, knowing he’d need a little reassurance you weren’t going to run terrified. “But you don’t need to be angry for me. I’m fine, this’ll all be better in a few days, ok?”

He didn’t speak for a second, not until he looked back up at you.

“Ok.”

“Good. Now, c’mere and give me a hug so I feel better.”

His smile returned, curving back onto his lips like magic. You smiled in turn and watched as he put your meds back in the drawer by your bedside, but frowned when he paused and stared inside. He chucked the foil packet back in its place but reached in and retrieved whatever had caught his attention, bringing it front of you in the palm of his hand.

“What’s this?” he asked curiously.

You tilted your head and smiled as you realised it was the wooden swallow you’d unpacked from your bag earlier and shrugged.

“It was the bird I got from the market that day,” you explained. “I found it when I was going through my bag today and chucked it in the drawer.”

He raised his brows and brought the little figure closer to his face, admiring the fine details of it not dissimilarly to the way you’d stared at it in the market. You tilted your head as you watched him and bit your lip, watching the way his eyes took in the little bird with an intense fascination.

“Why don’t you keep it?” you offered. “And then you let me wear this for the rest of the week.”

You rolled your shoulders, showing that you wanted to keep the shirt. König chuckled, but after pretending to be deep in thought about it, sporting a deep frown and a pursed lip, he eventually nodded.

“I suppose I could allow that… we can have shared custody. I get the bird one week and then the shirt for the next,” he said, coming to rest by your side with his arm outstretched, making the bird fly in looping patterns in the air. “Deal?”

You laughed to yourself, but nodded, settling into his warm chest with a satisfied sigh.

“Sounds like a good deal to me.”

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Shades of Grey || CL16 {3}

Summary: Things get worse before they get better. Warnings: 18+ only, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 2k

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“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave without a goodbye,” Charles whispered to the quiet as he took your hand and kissed the top of it. “I didn’t mean to leave you.”

You looked down at your hand though you still stood near the door and swore you could feel his palm in yours just like when you held his hand under the stars. You ran your thumb over the empty space where he had a callus from repeated weight lifting in the gym and he jumped in his seat.

“Did you…” He shook his head and sighed before chiding himself. “Arthur thinks you might be able to hear me, and I think he’s crazy but I don’t know, I guess I just need to get this off my chest.”

You stepped closer as his voice dropped even quieter. “I can’t go another minute without telling you how I feel. I wish I told you how I felt before you-“ his words were lost to a sob.

“I’m not dead, Charles,” you said quietly as you stood at the foot of the bed. “I promise I’m going to find a way back to you.”

“Come back to me, please,” Charles begged as he dropped his head to the scratchy hospital sheet that was draped over you. “I can’t bury another person I love. I can’t do it. And I love you, so fucking much and it kills me that I never told you.”

The heart rate monitor beeped rapidly and Charles’ head shot up as an alarm started to blare. The door behind him was pushed open and the nurse entered with Arthur and Pierre hot on her tail.

“What is it?” Charles asked on the edge of hysteria. “What’s happening?”

The nurse ignored him as she looked at the monitor and saw the sharp increase in your heart rate. “Something stimulated her, what were you doing just before it jumped?”

Charles looked at the other guys before scratching his neck nervously. “I was just talking to her.”

Pierre cocked an eyebrow at the explanation, knowing how his best friend acted when he was not being completely honest.

“I think it’s safe to say she can probably hear you,” the nurse said with a small smile. “This is good. It’s a very good sign.”

She left with a print out of the readings, quietly excusing herself to update the doctor and when the door sealed shut Pierre turned on Charles. “Right, tell me the truth.”

“What?” Charles asked as he looked away from the pointed stare and back to your face, your eyes still closed.

“Did you kiss her?”

“What!” Charles snapped his head around. “I’m not a fucking creep. What kind of question is that? I just told her…that I love her.”

The monitor spiked again and Arthur shifted closer. “Say it again.”

You leaned closer too, wanting to hear those words on his lips over and over. Charles’ cheeks were burning red and buried his face in the mattress beside your hand.

“Or kiss her,” Pierre offered before shrugging innocently as Charles lifted his head enough to glare at him. “Worked for sleeping beauty.”

You paced around the room wondering how you could get yourself to wake up when your attention was drawn back to Charles’ quiet words.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Is he serious?” Pierre aimed at Arthur who just shrugged. “Bro, she’s been following you ‘round the paddock since we were kids. She wouldn’t give the rest of us the time of day.”

Charles looked to his brother for confirmation and Arthur nodded. Charles’ shoulders dropped in defeat and he reached out slowly to you, gently brushing his knuckles down your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the ghost of his touch on your skin and you sighed with longing. The tenderness was everything you had wanted to experience, but not like this.

“Woah,” Arthur gasped as a low sound escaped the tube in your mouth. “Nurse!”

The heavy sigh had been heard by them all and you would have been embarrassed by the sound except Charles' eyes lit up with hope.

“Where the hell is the nurse?” Arthur frowned as he looked to the door. “I’ll go find her.”

“I’ll go with you,” Pierre said as he started to follow, “you get lost more than Charles.”

The sun was starting to reach for the horizon and cast a myriad of colour around the room, the shadows growing with each passing second. Charles was staring at you completely absorbed as he searched for any other sign that you were there.

“I’m trying,” you whispered as you concentrated on making anything happen. “I’m trying.”

“I know it’s your birthday and you’d normally make a wish, but if you could make mine come true I would spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I would give anything to talk to you again.”

He suddenly shifted in his seat to pull his phone from his pocket and he dialled your number from memory. A muffled vibrating started on the drawers beside the bed and he frowned as shifted from flowers aside to find your phone plugged into a charger. A surprised laugh erupted as he saw what you had him saved as in contacts and he shook his head.

Chuck The Clerk.

It had been a running joke between the two of you after some reporter had called him Chuck and a fresh tear ran down his cheek as the call went to voicemail.

“Hey, sorry I missed your call but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Charles cleared his throat before the beep began and he inhaled deeply. “It’s me. Uh, Chuck.” His laugh was a broken sob and he pressed a hand to his trembling lip as he fought to regain his composure. “I just called to hear your voice. God, I miss it. I miss you.”

His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping his phone when the answer phone beeped as it ran out of time. A second later your phone beeped with a new voicemail and he picked the device up, the screen lighting up to reveal the background image.

The photo had been taken at the pre-season testing where the new drivers and old met properly for the first time. Charles turned the phone on its side to see the picture of all 20 drivers lined up and bit his lip as he saw that everyone was facing the photographer, everyone except you and him. You had turned to find him already staring at you and your smile had widened.

“You did it,” Charles had called out just before the camera clicked, capturing the pride on his face.

There were thousands of other photos in your gallery, dozens and dozens of them with Charles in them, but that was a favourite and it had been your wallpaper since that first week in Bahrain. There might have been 18 other people in the photo but you only saw Charles.

The screen went black as it turned off and when he clicked the lock button to wake it up it asked for a passcode. His fingers keyed in your birthday but it vibrated at the incorrect pin.

“Wrong birthday,” you murmured as you reached out to brush down a wayward strand of hair before remembering you couldn’t touch him.

His fingers hesitantly tried another sequence - 1 6 1 0 9 7 - and he fell back in his seat as it unlocked. He stared at the home screen and chewed on his lip, his knee bouncing with indecision before he locked it again and shoved it back between the flower arrangement.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised softly and placed his hands back on yours to keep them busy and to stop himself from reaching for your phone again. It wasn’t his place to go through the pictures, no matter how much he wanted to see more of your smiles. The pictures in his phone would have to be enough, and the knowledge that you had set his birthday as your passcode.

He stared out of the hospital window as the sun went down and sighed. “I should go.”

Panic hit you at the thought of being left behind in the dark void again and you threw yourself at him, reaching for his hand before it could leave yours. You tumbled forward as you fell through him and right onto your lifeless body in front of him.

His skin was warm to the touch as your fingers wrapped around his wrist and he froze as he stared at the hand that had been limp only a moment ago.

“Don’t go,” you begged as your heart hammered in your chest and the monitors set off another alarm.

“Help! Somebody help,” Charles screamed as your throat convulsed around the tube.

“Don’t leave me,” you kept trying to plead but the darkness was heavy and it was suddenly harder to speak.

More voices filled the room and Charles’ hand slipped out of yours.

“No, no, no, come back,” you screamed, your hand falling from the bed weakly as it tried to find him.

“Let me go, she needs me,” Charles growled but his voice faded away and your hope went with him.

Pierre gripped his shoulders and kept him pressed to the wall, out of the way of the doctors filling the room. “No, she needs them. Let the doctors do their job.”

“Why did you bring me here?” he asked weakly as he sagged against Pierre. “Why couldn’t you just take me to the airport?”

Pierre held his friend up, taking his weight when he nearly collapsed from the grief. “Because you would hate yourself if you didn’t see her again.”

Charles flinched and screwed his eyes shut as he fisted Pierre’s shirt shaking his head as if it could block out the alarms that erupted as the ventilator was disconnected. As much as it hurt to hear the incessant beeping it was nothing compared to the dread he felt when the room fell silent.

“No, no…” he whispered as the machine was turned off and his legs failed him.

“I’m sorry,” Pierre choked, realising there wasn’t going to be another soft whoosh of air breathing for you.

“Charles,” Arthur called as he reached blinding for his brother, slapping his chest until Charles looked up angrily. Arthur wasn’t even looking his way, he was fixated on the doctors, no not the doctors. He was staring at you.

Your throat burned and the fire spread to your lungs as you drew in a shaky breath. Pain lacerated your back and a whimper escaped your dry throat, reigniting the burning as you lifted your hand and tried to ask for water. Your hand dropped weakly back to your side and your vision blurred under the harsh lighting.

You couldn’t make out any of the shapes moving around you and each blink felt like rubbing sandpaper over your eyes but a familiar warmth filled your hand and you focused on that feeling. The pain in your body receded as the hand clasping yours picked it up and Charles came into focus as his lips pressed to your palm.

You swallowed in an attempt to wet your throat but you ended up coughing until Charles took the small cup of water a nurse had prepared and he lifted it carefully to your cracked lips. The cool water soothed the burn and you sighed at the instant relief, squeezing Charles’ hand in silent gratitude.

His eyes were brimming with tears when he squeezed your hand back. “You came back.”

You shook your head, wincing at the stiffness in your neck. “For you,” you rasped weakly, not recognising your own voice.

“For me?” he asked as he leaned in closer like he had misheard you.

“You…brought…me back.” Your lips ached as they curved into a small smile and exhaustion tugged at your mind. You couldn’t go back to sleep, not when you needed him to know how you felt. “I love you too.”

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mockerycrow · 10 months

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May I request a Reader coming to Soap,Ghost, and König for help when they are having an Asthma attack? It’s the boys first time seeing Reader having one and Reader felt guilty for it happening on their watch, but gets reassured by them?

Feel free to skip if it’s too much <3

Ghost, Soap + König Do Their Best To Help You With An Asthma Attack

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A/N: hi, so i don’t have asthma,, so i did some research!!!! please let me know if this is inaccurate. i also made it so that these three were all together at once. i’m also sorry if it slowly turned to shit at the end :( i feel like it did

[WARNINGS: Asthma attack, slight angst, comfort.]

König had been down in the gym room with Ghost and Soap which was a bit out of place, but König had been ordered to take sparring lessons from you three. Apparently, using your size isn’t the only method you should use to take someone else down. You excused yourself a bit ago to the bathroom, leaving the three alone together—but you have been gone for a concerning amount of time. They decided to take a break when you excused yourself, and that had been maybe 10 minutes ago?

“I’ll go see if I can find ‘em.” Ghost grunts as he stands up from his sitting position, grabbing his water bottle. He brushes dust from his cargo pants and he heads towards the door, but he pauses in his place when you come through the doorway, sweaty and wheezy.

Something is wrong.

“Oi, what happened?” His tone isn’t harsh, but it’s demanding. Ghost walks over and looks over you for any physical injuries, hating the way he winced every time you inhale and it’s incredibly wheezy. He abandons his water bottle and grabs your arm, his other hand going on your back and he leads you further into the gym room. Your chest burns with need for air, and you feel as if someone is sitting on top of your rib cage. You cringe as you try to speak, but your throat aches from the desperate inhales for air you’ve already taken. Soap picks his head up and is immediately alarmed by your twisted expression, and taps his knuckles on König’s shoulder to get his attention.

You cough, one hand gripping Ghost’s sleeve and the other on your chest. You point at your chest, taking a deep wheezy gasp and you manage to push out, “Asthma.”

That makes Soap’s heart drop—yes, that’s right, you’re asthmatic. And all three of them completely forgot. It’s not common for you to have an asthma attack in front of anyone, you usually feel it coming on and use your inhaler; but you didn’t bring your inhaler to the gym today. The one day you forgot, and now you’re wheezing in the middle of the gym room. König looks at you with worried glances, not completely understanding at first—you said the word too fast for his brain to catch up.

Ghost is silent for a moment before he helps you properly lay down and props you against the wall, and he watches the way you’re struggling. The guilt eats at him as he opens his mouth under his mask to speak. “Where’s your inhaler?” You shake your head in an attempt to let them know that you don’t have it with you. “What?” Soap says, marching towards you. You nearly start tearing up and you manage to say you don’t have it with you, causing König to head for the door. “It is in your room, yes?”

You have to take a second, but you nod and König is gone within a blink. “I know it’s hard to breathe, but yer alright, bonnie.” Soap’s voice is rough, but it’s assuring. Something for you to focus on aside from the pressure in your lungs. Your throat begins to ache from how hard you’ve been gasping for air, and you know you are not going to have a fun time after this. You can’t help but expect to be reprimanded because of how important your inhaler is, you know you need to bring it everywhere but sometimes you truly forget!

Ghost puts a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezes it in an attempt to keep you grounded. “You’ll need water after, yeah?” He murmurs and you nod, your hand flying out to grab onto his sleeve, panic filling your gut again. Soap grabs your other hand and speaks with a reassuring voice. “König will be back soon, I promise.”

And he was indeed back.. very soon. You could hear him running down the hall. König busts into the room, holding up your inhaler as he runs over, panting. “I got it!”

König helps you take two puffs of your inhaler, all three of them looking at you all worried-like, but you knew you’d be okay because they were there to help.

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lennadanvers · 2 months

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Three times Simon wanted to hug you (and the one time he did)

This is part 3. I recommend reading first parts 1 and 2.

For once, it was a calm afternoon. You had persuaded Soap to convince Gaz to sweet talk Price into having a movie night.

Ghost walked in on you baking for the occasion. You looked so domestic with your disheveled hair, that cute little blush from the heat of the oven and the flour on your left elbow. Honestly, all he had wanted was a cup of tea. The plan was to get it and crawl back to his office.

But you saw him and gasped, glad that he was there, because it was a “special night”, and asked if he wanted a cookie. He’d be the first to try one, you winked. It was good, warm and soft- it was just a cookie, really- but you were so happy that everyone had accepted to watch a movie together.

Ghost sat in the kitchen, watching in silence as you finished baking. His arms were heavy (you had an apron tied around your midriff, and he was willing to bet your waist was the length of his forearms or less). To try to distract himself, Simon offered to wash the dishes. And then there he was, next to you, his compression shirt’s sleeves rolled up, and you were looking with so much attention at his tattoos.

As you worked on the counter, you put on some music. Ghost liked silence, but you loved the lyrics, so he listened to them. This Hozier guy sounded as in love with you as he was. He almost broke a plate.

It was a struggle to watch the movie. He did his best, because you had been so excited. Ghost tried to watch it, maybe you’d talk about it later and you always had the most interesting take on things. But you were curled up on the sofa, and what if he were a sofa? It’d be a nice piece of furniture to be. Or a blanket. You were draped in one.

You were asleep by the end of the movie. He eyed you; you were definitely lighter than the weights he lifted at the gym. If he slid his hands around your body, would you let him take you to your bedroom? Would you let Simon hold you to his chest, look at him with tired eyes, as calm as you were on the sofa? Would you keep your guard down, trusting him to get you safe and sound to your bed? To open the covers and make sure you were comfortable? Would it be okay for him to give you a goodnight kiss on the forehead?

Soap clapped and you blinked, awake enough to drag your feet back to your barracks. Ghost stayed behind to tidy up.

The image of your relaxed body was the last thing that went through his mind every night from then on, at the same time others said their prayers.

Last part will be up on Friday <3

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crimsonvictory · 11 months

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Same Time Tomorrow? (Help pt. 2)

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1 - HELP

Tags: Simon Riley x Reader, Ghost x Reader, COD smut, Ghost smut

Warnings: touch!starved Ghost, p-in-v sex, multiple orgasms, oral sex, a bit of angst if you squint, also a bit of sub!Ghost if you squint

Dedicated to @ghosmooth-operator because they asked so nicely ;)

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A few months had gone by. He had been on deployment, somewhere unknown to you. You didn’t even know if he was alive or not. At first, you thought he had been avoiding you, as he tended to do with everyone. But, after nosing around (not your proudest moment) you had overheard talk that Riley was on some top-secret mission. You kept yourself busy, practicing your sparring techniques with the rookies, filing paperwork that had piled up due to your hectic schedule, and even deep cleaning your side of the barracks.

You were doing okay. You had a manageable routine and were beginning to enjoy the monotony of it. Get up, grind, go to bed. You tried keeping your thoughts of him out of your head. His mouth on your cunt, his hands possessively grabbing your thighs. Just thinking about it got you hot and bothered. A flush spread over your cheeks and you cleared your throat, shaking the thought away. You wanted more of him. One taste and you were addicted. You were going through a withdrawal period and it was fucking difficult.

The nights were the worst. When you were alone inside your head, worst-case scenarios running wild and nightmares wearing you ragged. Your voice was hoarse from screaming. Your mind was your worse enemy, creating scenarios within your head that morphed into an indistinguishable version of reality. It got to the point where you would get a couple of hours a night, spend most of your time distracting your anxiety, staying in the gym, going out for a run, and fantasizing about the day Riley would come back to you.

It wasn’t a real possibility.

He hadn’t spoken to you since that night. It had been a one-time thing. You were afraid that you had taken advantage of him. He was your lieutenant after all. You, his subordinate. It wasn’t right for a relationship to blossom between the two of you. But you couldn’t help the way that you felt that night. Loved, adored, wanted. You had never experienced anything like it before. You kept to yourself and out of the way, kept your head down, and performed to the best of your ability.

It was reaching the 3-month mark, with no word, and no update from anyone. You ended up having an episode, which resulted in a mental evaluation and an embarrassing amount of attention. Everyone fluttered around to your every need, not letting you do anything for yourself, which ended up in yet another episode. You tried to convince yourself that you were doing okay, but were you? You needed help.

But you did not know where to turn. The one person that you felt that you could go to had disappeared off of the face of the earth. So, you pushed things down the best that you could and kept up your front.

It crumbled when you saw him. Riley, alive and well and as mysterious as ever.

5 long months he was gone. It felt like an eternity to you. Your cheeks burned hot as you stared in his direction. A familiar pull in your lower stomach had you gasping quietly. Get. Yourself. Together. His gaze was focused on Price’s, listening intently. You wondered what they were talking about. You noticed a change in Ghost’s posture, he stood up straighter, chest puffing out and he held a hand up. Wait. He started to turn his head in your direction and you ran. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You hid in the locker room. Embarrassed that you almost got caught gawking at your superior like some freak. Walking hurriedly over to the sink, you switched the cold water and splashed your face with it. You gasped at the coldness, letting it calm your nervous system down. Your breathing had calmed. Letting out a sigh, you rub your eyes, still leaning over the sink.

The door to the locker room swung open, metal creaking on the rusty hinges. You really don’t pay it much mind, focusing on your breathing. Heavy footsteps echo on the tiled floors and your interest peaks. They sound familiar. You wipe the water from your eyes, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Another joins you.

Riley.

He doesn’t say a word, watching you through half-lidded eyes. You turn around, leaning up against the sink. You had almost forgotten how much space he takes up. Tilting your head, you look up at him, meeting his eyes. They’re very cloudy, troubled, and swirling with unprocessed events. He takes a step towards you and holds out a piece of paper between his index and middle finger. You reach out and take it, covering it in a soft fist. He watches silently for another heartbeat, two, or three. Riley doesn’t say a word, turns around, and walks out of the locker room.

You look around, even though no one is present, and open the piece of paper.

“My room. 0227. – S”.

Your stomach flutters and you bite your lip to keep from smiling.

You’re antsy, pacing your room as you wait until your predestined time. You had been high on adrenaline all day, trying your best to get it out of your system. You spent an hour and a half at the gym, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and finally came back to your room to run a bath. Baths weren’t something that you rewarded yourself with often. You didn’t have the time. But, with it being a Sunday, you definitely had the time to kill. You spent your time thinking of how this evening was going to go. Your mind ran wild with the open possibilities. The hot water felt good on your aching muscles. You spend time making sure to pamper yourself, using your favorite sugar scrubs, lotions, and perfume. You had let your hair air-dry after running a leave-in mask through your hair. Deciding on an outfit, you went with comfy but casual. A lacy pair of black panties and a bra to batch, paired with a soft pair of grey sweatpants and a heavier black pullover sweatshirt. You kept your face bare, running through your skincare routine and brushing your teeth,

A beep from your clock. 0220.

Your heart lurched as you slipped your shoes on and slipped out of your room. It was dead silent in the hallway, your dorm mates fast asleep. You were super nervous, a light sheen of sweat forming on your skin. You had to stop to calm yourself down a couple of times. Quietly walking to Ghost’s room, you looked around to make sure you were alone. A glance down at your watch – 0225. Two minutes early. You fumble with your shirt sleeves, rolling the cuffs up on your wrists a bit. You don’t dare knock, afraid of it being too loud in the dead hallway.

A minute passes by. It feels like an eternity.

The next 60 seconds test your patience. You wait silently, fidgeting with your clothing and looking down at your feet. You hear a lock click and the door in front of you opens. You whip your head up quickly, nearly giving yourself whiplash. Riley is leaning against the door frame, of a Greek god. You meet his eyes shyly. With the dark lighting in the hallway, you can’t see them that well. You do notice that he has opted for a plain black balaclava, sans grease makeup. His outfit is similar to yours, a soft pair of black sweatpants and a fitted black T-shirt to match. His eyes follow your every move. You swallow, unsure of what to do. He takes a step back – an invite inside.

Do you dare?

You take a deep breath through your nose and step inside his room. As far as you know, no one has ever been inside, except for the man himself. It’s military neat, with no identifying signs of individual personality – figures. It smells of him, cigarettes, a hint of gunpowder, and the surprising smell of chamomile. You’ve walked right into his lair. Lured by the predator himself. You take a small spin around, taking the room in. He stays silent.

A glance over at him – and a small smile.

“’S nice,” you mimic his exact words.

He slowly saunters over to you, his lids droop – sultry.

You didn’t know exactly how tonight was going to go, but you decided to surrender yourself to it. Riley tilts your face up towards his own, gently turning your head side to side – a once-over. A soft ‘tsk’ falls from his lips. You feel the pad of his thumb brush gently over your bottom lip. You take a plunge, darting your tongue out to taste. A soft noise of approval rumbles in his chest. You part your lips a bit more and suck the pad of his thumb inside, swirling your tongue around. Your cheeks have flushed bright red, but with the ambient lighting, you’re hoping it is hard to tell.

He watches you intently and you watch his eyes darken with desire, just like they did that night. He takes another step towards you and your breath hitches. All of your attention is on him. He is enticing, luring you closer and closer until your palm reaches out to lay flat against his broad chest. You look up at him through your eyelashes, pulse loud in your ears. You hear the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. A heartbeat can be felt through your fingers, strong and steady. You are completely enthralled by him. He leans down, close to your ear and whispers,

“Did you miss me?”

You nearly come apart. His voice is sultry, accent thick with lust.

“Y-Yes,” you whisper.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips. He traces your face with the outside of his fingers and grabs the fat of your hip, squeezing it. You squeak, biting your lip between your teeth. Your pulse is quickening, your belly turning somersaults of arousal over and over. You’re nearly buzzing with excitement. It’s overwhelming. Riley leans down, resting his thumb on your chin before taking his other hand and rolling the bottom of his balaclava up – exposing his mouth. You were right about the scar, a hairline on the top right of his lip. His lips are plush – pretty. He leans down, slowly brushing your lips together. Your eyes flutter closed. You tighten your hands into fists, wanting to touch him so badly but not wanting to overstep.

You can smell a faint hint of whiskey on his breath, just like last time. You wonder what it tastes like, so you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip. A groan escapes his lips and you do it again – wanting him to open up. You didn’t mean to take control of this moment, but it sort of just happened and he seems to be letting you. You slide your tongue alongside him, swirling it around – exploring every inch of his mouth. A shared moan releases from the both of you. His grip on your hip tightens and you shift closer to him. You are pressed flush against him now and can feel his cock tenting in his sweatpants.

You want to possess every part of him.

Reaching your hands up, you stretch and wrap them around his neck, pulling the two of you impossibly close. Your start makeout sesh has started to become heavier, and more needy. Riley is pawing at every inch of you, forcing his way into your mouth and taking the upper hand. He lifts you like it's nothing, carrying you over to his bed. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the tent of his pants against your own clothed core. A whine escapes your lips and you grind down lightly. He pulls away, mumbling against your lips.

“Don’t be teasin’ me now.”

You’re both so touch-starved. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

“Simon,” you pant against his lips. “Please, touch me.”

He groans against your lips, sliding his large hand up your shirt. The palm resting at the hem of your pants and the tips of his fingers brushing against your bra. You sit up for him, helping him pull your sweatshirt over your head.

“Fucking beautiful,” he coos, eyes sparkling with desire.

He places himself conveniently between your spread legs, resting on his forearms as he makes a mess of your neck. His nose bumps behind your ear, taking in your scent. Goosebumps break out down your body as he bites his sharp teeth into your skin and sucks. Your skin soon becomes marbled with his marks – a possession. Your chest is rising rapidly, on the verge of hyperventilating. He holds the side of your neck as he kisses down your chest, lips brushing against the black lace of your bra. A bright flash of white teeth and he looks up at you, grabs the lace of your cup, and pulls it to the side, exposing your breast.

The cool air causes your nipple to peak and a gasp to leave your lips. Simon maintains eye contact as he wraps his lips around the peak of your nipple and sucks. You whine, arching into his mouth. His warm tongue swirls around the bud and sends you into a frenzy. Your body becomes alight, responding to his touch so eagerly. He leans up with a pop, turning slightly to the other breast, removes it from your bra, and gives it the same attention as before. His other hand cups your breast, fingers pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

His devotion to your body once again is something you have never experienced. He leaves your nipples puffy and overstimulated, satisfied with his work. You’re watching him through hooded eyes, pleasure coursing through your body. His touch was electric, feeding the starving need that you had craved for so long. Tears welled up in your eyes and you tried forcing them away. A couple falls down your cheek. They don’t go unnoticed. Simon gently swipes them away.

“I’ve got you.”

Your mouth trembles, a sob threatening to escape. He begins to pull at your sweats, wanting even more of your body for himself. You lift your hips up and he pulls them off, showing off your lacy panties. A low whistle from him. His fingers brush over the delicate fabric and you arch into his touch. Needy. So needy. You spread your legs wider for him – accommodating the width of his shoulders as he settles down. You’re already soaked, and he can see that. Slick glistening against the dark fabric.

“Fuck,’ he groans. Mouth watering at the sight of your arousal. “Is this all for me, little one?”

You nod unashamedly.

“Aren’t you going to have a taste?” you coo softly, the sultriness in your voice surprising.

He makes no haste, leaning down and licking a stripe up your clothed cunt, once, twice, before latching his mouth over you and sucking. You gasp, his hot mouth and the friction of your panties rubbing against your pussy are to die for. You involuntarily grind your hips down into his mouth. Simon’s eyes roll in pleasure. He laps at your folds through the fabric, mixing his spit and your arousal, making your panties absolutely soaked. They are dripping onto his sheets and you don’t even care. Simon takes his thumbs and hooks them in the waistband of your panties, taking them down your legs and throwing them over his shoulder. He places his palms flat against the meat of your inner thighs and pushes your legs wide before diving back down into your pussy.

His nose bumps up against your sensitive clit as he swirls his tongue around through your folds. Your hands overlap his on your thighs, squeezing his fingers. He’s relentless, not even coming up for air. He’s mumbling sweet praises against your cunt, the sloppiness of it echoing in the room.

“Missed this pretty pussy.”

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.”

“Look how wet you are for me.”

He slides his tongue down, down until it's lapping at your hole. Simon angles your hips before thrusting his tongue inside. You cry out, thighs threatening to clamp around his face. His tongue stretches you open, an unfamiliar feeling but not unpleasurable. You are rocking your hips down on his face now and he is taking it like a champ. You’ve never had a man become so drunk over your pussy before. It’s very very attractive. His thumb reaches up at your clit and begins swirling in circles, sloppy due to how wet he’s made you.

A pull in your stomach lets you know you’re close. You warn him, crying out as it builds steadily over the next few minutes. You come undone on his tongue, grinding against his face and milking every last drop of pleasure from him. Simon’s moaning into your pussy, rolling his hips down on the bed to satiate himself.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body. He looks up at you, and the lighting makes you look angelic. Hair splayed around you like a halo, eyes blown with pleasure, body molded and pliable by his hands. He can’t get enough of you. He leans back on his knees, your pleasure dripping down his chin. It’s obvious that he’s aroused too, his cock straining through his sweats. You’re dying for a taste.

“Let me taste you,” you say quietly, looking up at him from where you are laying on the bed.

He doesn’t oblige, shimmying out of his sweats and allowing his cock to bounce freely up toward his belly. You drink him all in, toned thighs and thick cock. It’s swollen with arousal, dripping precum from the tip. Your mouth waters. You sit up on your knees, allowing him to lean back against the headboard and make himself comfy. It had been a while since you had done this. You were a bit rusty but were determined to give it your best shot. You crawl in between his thighs, resting on your belly and making yourself comfortable. Simon pets the side of your face gently, taking his hand and swooping your hair up into a makeshift ponytail. You get to work slowly, starting with small kitten licks to his head. The first brush of your tongue has his fists clenching and a moan dropping from his lips.

So sensitive.

You smile, taking his head past your lips and forming a light suction. You swirl your tongue around the swollen head before testing with an experimental bob down. He’s fucking thick, and you strain a bit to fit him into your mouth. Simon’s a babbling mess above you. head thrown back, exposing his throat. His moans are breathy and you are devouring every single one. Simon being super vocal wasn’t something you expected but were delighted nonetheless. You continue your ministrations, alternating between bobbing, swirling, sucking, and using your hand to stimulate what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The sounds coming from your lieutenant were pornographic. And he wasn’t trying to be quiet either.

“F-Fuck, just like that. Yes.” He moans, “Such a pretty girl. You look so good with your lips around my cock.”

You moan at the praise, allowing the vibrations to travel down. He thrusts into your mouth and you nearly gag, eyes squeezing shut.

“Jesus-“ he gasps, coming undone above you. His thighs are shaking with pleasure.

You swirl soothing patterns into his skin, swallowing him down, down, down. He abruptly pushes you off of him, chest heaving. You are a bit taken aback, wide eyes looking at him in confusion.

“Too good, I want to feel you around my cock before I come.” He explains. His voice has dropped an octave.

He pats his lap, inviting you in. You crawl over to him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He positions both of you, your back to his chest. You’re hovering over his length and Simon has a death grip on your hip. You’re shaking in anticipation as you slowly sink down onto his cock. Your breath is punched out of your lungs. You feel so full, and you haven’t even taken all of him yet. Your thighs begin to shake with exertion.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans out, swirling the pads of his fingers on the small of your back – soothing.

You’re panting, sinking inch by inch down until you’re seated flush against his thighs. Chest heaving, you lean back against his own, trying to let yourself adjust. You’re trembling, fingers encircling his wrist that is holding your hip.

“Breathe,” he pants out.

A reminder for both of you. You listen, slowing your breathing down until you feel as though he can move. You tell him. He starts slow, barely pulling out and thrusting back in. You gasp, the feeling of his length brushing against your walls is intoxicating. Both of you are shaking with pleasure, slowly building up a good rhythm. The sounds of your soaked pussy and his thrusts fill the room, along with your moans of pleasure. Simon slides a hand up around your throat, squeezing slightly. You gasp as the air leaves your lungs and roll your head back against his chest. Your hips move on their own accord, slamming down to meet his thrusts. The pleasure builds in your lower abdomen as you open yourself up to him more and more.

His name repeats like a mantra on your lips. Simon. Simon. Simon. Gasping as he picks up speed and thrusts hard up into your pussy. It’s greedy for more, taking his length like a fucking champ. You are in pure bliss right now, your bodies moving in tandem as you pull pleasure from each other. The both of you are so touch-deprived, craving any that you can get after 5 long months away.

“Did – you – miss me?” you ask in-between pants, rolling your hips against Simon’s.

“Y-Yes,” he gasps out, thrusting up into your pussy at an ungodly speed. His grip on your hips tightens as he shifts your body a bit, changing the angle. “Missed this tight little cunt.”

You come apart at his words, sobbing as pleasure courses through your body at the new angle he has moved you to. His cock hits that spongey spot that makes you see stars.

“I missed you so much,” you sob, pussy clamping down on his length. “I’ve been thinking about you since you left.” You continue.

He moans, sliding a hand around your hip and to your folds. His index, middle, and ring finger lay flat against your clit, rubbing quickly – back and forth, back and forth. Your pleasure builds, builds, builds – white hot as another orgasm is pulled from your body. You clench around him as you ride your pleasure out.

“Yeah, sweetheart, surrender yourself to me. I’ve got you; I’ve got you. You’re fucking mine. Your pussy’s mine.” He growls, thrusting over and over into your spent cunt.

Hot tears spill down your face as you just keep taking what Simon gives you. His hand tightens around your throat, the other on your pussy and he pulls another and another orgasm from you. You’re floating, black inkiness comfortable as you ride the waves of your pleasure. It nearly puts you to sleep. You’re so blissed out. You can faintly feel Simon tense below you, shooting his hot load into you. You whine, overwhelmed at the sensation of feeling so full.

You can’t move. So worn out from the pleasure. Tears are still streaming down your cheeks. Simon pulls out slowly, gently removing himself from under you and crawling in between your legs. What he does next makes you flush from your cheeks to your chest. He positions himself in between your legs again, and cleans you up with his tongue, scooping out his come with his tongue. You gasp yet again, your pussy puffy and overstimulated. He’s gentle and when he’s done, he crawls back up and kisses you square on the mouth, licking inside to share with you. You groan softly, your body fighting sleep as you lazily kiss him back. He smiles against your lips – a rare thing.

You must’ve fallen asleep because when you wake, you are enveloped in one of Simon’s shirts. It’s huge on you, nearly down to your knees. You are absolutely content. The comforting smell of chamomile fills your nose. You blearily open your eyes, searching for him. He is by your side, hand resting behind his head, balaclava pulled back down over his face. You sigh, wishing you could see him in his entirety. Scooting closer, you curl up against him, throwing a leg over his and laying on his chest. Quiet, peaceful sleep awaits you. You’re more comfortable, more satiated than you’ve been in months. Sleep lulls you in, and right before you go you hear Simon,

“Same time tomorrow?”

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ellieverkuasidees · 3 months

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A Pretty Necklace for Pretty Lady

Simon ' Ghost' Riley x hyperfem!reader

a/n: I saw this super cute gif(the one at the end, credits to for this!) and I just want to make a story for me and my man :33

when you and simon first met, they both of you were at a gym. you were on the mats, stretching and moving you limbs with some weights in your hands. you were so different from him. always showing up in natural make-up. always in soft colors, wednesday were for pink only. such cute outfits for such a cute girl. meanwhile he was blasting rock and metal songs and wearing all black with his black surgical mask as he benches.

one day, you were passing by when you saw his phone playing Sonne by Rammstein. you tapped his shoulder and asked him about his music. and the rest was history. he took you out on the best and amazing dates, treating you like a queen.

and now with a pink, shiny rock on your finger you couldn't wish for anymore. but yet simon seems to only give you more. as the husband he is, he takes you on his bi-weekly dates. right now, your in the most fanciest restaurant. his hand holding yours. ever since he met you, he's been wearing his mask less often. he still wears it but he's less afraid of what people think when your around him.

"babe, you don't have to take me out every week! I don't want to hurt your pockets." you cooed as you rubbed the veins on his hands. simon chuckled as he raised your long manicured nails, covered in pink charms and jewels, kissing your soft skin. "please doll, I've nothin' better to spend my money on. only you." his chuckles on your hand.

you giggled as you blushed hard. "but I can never do anything for you! you never let me!" you whined playfully at him. it's true. why give so much to me when your presence is already enough? that's what simon thought about every time you tried to please or show him any affection in the terms of gift giving. he's basically made you a trophy wife by accident. making enough money in S.A.S to support you and your feature children.

simon knew you loved every color, but if there's one color you loved the most? wore the most? adored the most? it was pink. your always covered in pink in some way, somehow. Pink heels, pink shirt, pink pants.

pink car, pink ring, pink everything. you were his living barbie doll. you were his everything. so to show you his love, he has your second favorite thing. Jewels. You were always covered in shiny rocks. from earlobes to fingers. even your piercings.

"so, I found somethin' you'd love." simon started off. you chuckled, swaying your head side to side. "again? you give me so many things simmy! I can't keep up!" you laughed. simon smiled, his lip scar lifting up and crinkling. "why not?"

"because! I never know how to pay you back!" you whined. "well, I've got you somethin' you might like!" simon pulls out a red velvet case and pulls it out in front of you. "oh my god-simon..."

he opens it, showing a silver necklace with a beautiful hand-crafted gem shaped into a heart, guarded by the sliver.

you audible gasp as you carefully reached for it. simon could feel your warmth, radiating from your smile and cooes. "oh my god!! I love it!" you squealed. you clamped your necklace around you neck.

simon adored your smile and squeals, loving every single emotion that you're feeling right now. that he does the things he do. to get this reaction. not only does it make you happy and important, but the fuzzy feeling he gets. knowing that his girl, his wife is happy and pleased.

"do you like it?" simon asked, knowing by your reaction that you adored the gem. "of course I do! it's beautiful.." you cooed. you kissed his cheek and rubbed his veiny hand.

"anything for you darling. anything."

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mactavishwritings · 4 months

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day after day

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader x Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

poly fluff

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You reminded yourself as you pushed yourself further. Your headphones covered your ears and your hood was pulled over your head. You were doing HIIT exercises on base, wasting time while your boys were in a meeting with higher-ups. You had just finished a 30-second cool-down before your last 45-second sprint when you heard someone call your name. You shook your head, zoning in on your sprint. You were determined and wanted to finish your set. You ignored the person until they came into your side view; Johnny's smile breaking your concentration.

"Keep going. Hit a minute." He said, adding more time to your watch. You grunted, pushing even harder. Once your watch hit a minute, you slammed the off button and gasped for air. "You're the worst." You smiled at him as Simon handed you a water bottle. You pushed your headphones off and gave Simon a side hug. "Sorry boys, I'ma bit sweaty at the moment. Let me get cleaned up and I'll give you a better welcome."

Johnny just shook his head and pushed your shoulder towards the bathroom. "We'll be out here when you're done." He said and you quickly made your way to the bathroom. After cleaning yourself up and changing out of your workout gear, you met the two at the front of the base's gym. Simon grabbed your gym bag from you and the three of you walked toward the parking lot.

Driving to your shared apartment, Simon drove while you were in the passenger seat, Johnny in the back. You were all chatting as Simon drove, talking about your respective days. Apparently, their meeting with the higher-ups went well, and the mission they proposed was approved. You nodded along, listening to Johnny as he damn near shouted about the details.

Pulling up to the complex, you all got out and Johnny opened the front door for you. Once you all got into the apartment, you made your way to the bedroom to change into comfortable pajamas and went back out into the main room to see Simon starting to make dinner while Johnny was on the couch, trying to find a show to watch. He looked up from the TV to smile brightly at you, patting the spot next to him. You sat next to him, snuggling up to his side.

After 15 minutes, Simon walked into the room with two plates of pasta, handing them to both of you. He disappeared back into the kitchen before reappearing with a plate of his own. He sat down next to you, eating silently. "So what's on the plate for you two tomorrow?" You asked, shoveling a giant bite of noodles into your mouth. "Not much really. Reports, training, more reports.." Simon shrugged and Johnny laughed. "I got training with Gaz, you're both welcome to join."

"Nah, I got picked to train incoming rookies." You groaned, head hitting the back of the couch. You hated training new recruits, and you got so annoyed with them so easily. "You're the best at it, 's why Price asks you to do it." Johnny answered, looking at you with a pointed look.

Simon leaned into you, smiling softly. "I can help out if you'd like. Make it less boring." You nodded, grateful for the help. You all finished eating and you stood to clean up. It was the routine you all kept. One would cook, another would clean, and the other would be the one to cook the next day. A cycle that kept it even and fair. A cycle that made sure no one would get stuck with all the work.

After cleaning up, you met the boys in your shared room. They had already changed and were discussing what to watch on TV. "(Y/N) help us decide." Johnny pouted and you shook your head, pulling your hair back with a headband. "Nope. I'm going to shower and head to bed. I'm tired and I keep saying I'm gonna go to bed early, but you two kept me up." You moved to the bathroom, leaving the two to continue their argument.

By the time you got done with your shower, they had finally decided on a movie and Simon had his hand resting on Johnny's thigh while Johnny had his arm wrapped around Simon's shoulders. The two immediately made room for you and you snuggled right into your normal spot in between them.

You took a couple deep breaths, relaxing with each deep breath. Simon's hand rubbed circles into your back as Johnny played with your hair. As you fell into sleep, you felt a deep happiness just because you knew the routine would continue day after day.

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midnighmoonligh · 2 months

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Fandom

Call of Duty / Ghost's

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Characters

Y/N ; AMAB ; He/Him ; little

Keegan Russ ; He/Him ; Caregiver/Neutral

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⚠Content warnings ⚠

Military topics, mention of blood/injuries/pain, anti-agere, and cursing.

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Plot Summary

Keegan doesn't like you. You don't know what age regression is. You both end up bonding over it.

You, a new recruit to the ghost's, the task force Keegan also found himself on, yourself in trouble. It was to the point it was infuriating for him, as your superior. You were a private rank with an awful temper who never followed orders. You were always doing your own things, causing problems for other people. He tended to be one of those people.

Keegan couldn't stand you.

After a long mission that didn't go well for anyone, Keegan found himself wandering the bases hall's at night. The stress of the events left him restless, not that he usually could sleep. As he walked, heard thuds coming from the indoor gym. Curiously, though dumbly, he made his way towards it.

Opening the doors, he found you punching away at a punching bag. Surprise washed over his features. It was one am. He knew how much you valued sleep as well, so you had been the last person he expected to be awake still.

You we're panting as you slammed one of your fists into the punching bag again. You've been at it for hours now, most people were asleep too. Your hands were poorly wrapped, knuckles spilling blood that dotted the bandages. It didn't really stop you. As long as your hands weren't broken, you'd take some bleeding. You raised your fists again despite how much your lungs burned and slammed your fist into the bag as hard as you could manage still, again.

Keegan approached quietly, he wanted to surprise you in some way. He saw a sight he wasn't at all expecting. He wasn't sure to make of it, still trying to decide that fact as he approacbed you.

He walked around you, getting a good view of you before speaking, " What are you doing here this late? Shouldn't you be sleeping? "

You jumped a bit as Keegan spoke. It was startled you more than you'd cared to admit. You raked a hand through your hair. Most the strands stayed back from sweat when you pulled it out.

" Shouldn't you? " you shot back in a snarky tone.

" Touché, but your the one throwing hands at the punching bag at one in the morning. Something more then a lack of sleep is the cause if this, so you're not allowed to use that argument as a gotcha, " he responded, " Now, why are you here? I gave everyone the day off after that mission. You should be in bed. "

You grunted and rolled your eyes. Slowly you raised your fists again and giving another weak punch to the bag. You were exhausted, body spent, but your mind kept pushing. It wouldn't shut up, no matter how many times you hit the bag.

" What am I? A toddler? " you grumbled before punching the bag again.

" If you're acting like one, then yes. I'm your superior officer. You need your sleep. Now, why are you here? " Keegan reiterated. He was beginning to lose his patience at your stubbornness.

" Is it a crime now to burn off steam? " you huffed out at him.

You stopped, at least for now. Your attention was better turned towards Keegan. Although your breathing remained uneven, practically gasping.

" No, but you look like you've been at it for a long time now. Your hands are bleeding, that can't be healthy for anyone. Stop acting stubborn and take a break, " he scolded, " If you keep at it, you'll be a liability for us tomorrow. "

At the mention of your hands, you looked down to them while lifting them enough to see them. You blinked, clearly not realizing you had made them bleed, let alone as much as they were.

" I'm off tomorrow, " you decided to say instead while letting your hands fall back to your sides.

" I know you're off tomorrow, but if your in this condition, you're a danger to yourself. Take a break from the stupid bag, " he scolded, he was clearly getting tired of you.

" Just sit your bum down and listen. You're pushing yourself far too much. You'll only make yourself worse if you keep going. Take a break. " He was much more stern then usual, as if seeing you like this really got him angry.

You huffed at Keegan childishly. If your entire body didn't ache, you would've crossed your arms and pout.

" Why do you care what I choose to do with my free time anyways? "

"Because you're still a soldier of the Ghost's. We can't afford to lose you. I can't afford to lose you..." he muttered, looking like a concerned father instead of a demanding superior.

" Take a break. We need you fit and healthy, you can't do that if your hands are all bloody and you're this exhausted, " his tone was much more calm then usual, he was trying not to sound like he was scolding a child. " Just please, take a break. "

You stared at him like he was an alien. Frankly, you thought he was when the word please came out of Keegan of all people. It didn't help that you were well aware his distain for you. Hearing him actually care bothered you. You took deep breaths to try and control your breathing, but it wasn't getting you anywhere.

" I need to be stronger, " you confessed.

Keegan sighed, clearly not able to put two and two together at this current moment. He came over and pulled the punching bag still with some force, " you're only going to get weaker if you keep going. I'm sure you've heard of overworking yourself. This is what overworking yourself looks like. "

He then kneeled down in front of you, " Why do you need to be stronger?" He asked in a much softer tone, trying not to be condescending as he spoke. It felt as if he were trying to talk to a child.

He tensed as he kneeled down to him. It annoyed him how he treated him like a kid. It didn't help he wasn't much shorter than Keegan.

" I couldn't do anything to help, " you breathed out, taking a few deep breaths before finishing your thoughts. Your thoughts made you feel like crying. " If I was stronger the mission would've went better. "

Keegan remained quiet as you spoke, his heart breaking a little. He was silent for a long moment, as if thinking of a response to that.

" And if you overwork yourself like this for another mission, you won't be able to help again, " pointed out.

" Besides, it wasn't your fault. The success or failure of a mission isn't placed on the individual. It's placed on the group as a whole. There's only so much you could have done, " he consoled, hoping his words would help.

" But-" you paused to let out a shaky breath. The feeling of needing to cry grew, but you kept pushing it down.

" I still could've done something, anything if I was stronger. "

" That's not true, you're not some superman to be expected to take the entire mission on your back. You're only expected to do what you're capable of doing, you're not an unstoppable force, you're still only human. Humans have limits, " he explained, in an attempt to make you feel better.

" I know you're trying to distract yourself from bad thoughts, but this isn't a healthy way to do it. You need to find a safer way to take your mind off things. "

You looked away from Keegan, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your breathing was slowly starting to calm as you stood there. One of your legs was shaking a little bit.

" I don't really know how, " you admitted hesitantly.

" I know you don't, " Keegan responded, he was starting to get a grasp on the situation so he decided to do something he's never done before. Something that would be out of character for him. He sat down on the floor, and then patted a space down next to him.

" Then let me teach you. Let's have a chat, as soldiers and not superior and subordinate. "

You blinked at Keegan a few times, feeling surprised. Frankly, you had been convinced he hated you. Sure it wasn't all that far off, Keegan got easily annoyed by you, but this was definitely unexpected. You took a deep, slow, breath before shakily sitting down beside him. It was more of a flop, but it was the best he was going to get.

" So," Keegan began, taking a moment to think about what he was going to speak about, " Let me start with asking you why the thought of being stronger even crossed your mind. I didn't see you mess anything up on the mission. I don't understand why this got to you so badly. "

" People died Keegan, " you pointed out with ease. You chewed the inside of his cheek again between pauses. At this point, you'll probably rip into then by accident. You hands throbbed with pain, which did help ground you at least.

" They'll never get to go home, " you added quietly, throat feeling tight.

" And that makes you feel powerless. That's what this is about, isn't it?" He questioned, it seemed that he was connecting the dots about why you felt this way.

He then placed a hand on your back," But you can't do everything. You can't save everyone. It's just not possible. No matter how strong you are, you can't save everyone. "

You're eyes began to pool with tears. Your body language seemed to slump forward. The touch wasn't welcomed, but it wasn't rejected either. You were quiet for awhile before getting the courage to say something again.

" But I can try, " you croaked.

This had an unexpected effect on Keegan. He froze up and his face went slack with surprise. This took him by surprise.

After a moment of silence, he broke it by responding, " But you'll only hurt yourself. If your strong for the safety of others, who's watching your back? Who's saving you if something bad happens to you?" He asked, this whole situation was something he wasn't prepared for at all.

You lifted one of your hands to wipe your cheek as a tear fell, but you only smeared a bit of blood on your face from your bleeding knuckles.

" It's fine, I don't need someone as long as I can make sure they get home, " you spoke with a shaky exhale.

" And who will make sure you get home? Who will protect you? If you're the only one saving the others, then who is saving you?" Keegan questioned, and his tone went from stern to concerned. He tried not to let himself get too emotional while this conversation continued.

" I don't need it. There's no home for me, no one waiting. Not like what they have, " you sniffled quietly.

Keegan froze again, the conversation starting to break off from what he was expecting.

" Are you...alone..." he asked, not wanting to upset you any further with a poorly placed question after you already opened up so much.

" Forget it," you suddenly cut into the question Keegan asked.

You shakily got up, stumbling a little bit before grabbing your jacket and going to leave the gym.

" It's late, you should go to bed, " you told him.

" I'm not going to let you leave, " Keegan said in a stern tone. He didn't even look like the Keegan Russ right now. He looked more like an upset friend.

" You're upset about something, and I know you don't have anyone waiting or anything. But that doesn't mean your alone, you're still part of the Ghosts, we'll be your family. "

That last word was spoken softly, he didn't want you leaving.

" I'm tired Sergeant, " you sighed towards Keegan, pulling the poor man's rank. It was true though. Although you didn't say much, yojr mind felt calmer. You finally felt ready to try and sleep.

Keegan sighed, realizing he's not getting anywhere. In a moment of weakness, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for a hug. He said nothing, but he felt you deserved this and you needed this.

" Get some sleep Soldier, "He said softly, this was the most human he's acted towards you since you joined.

You jumped a bit as Keegan pulled you in for a hug. You didn't fight it, nor return it, just stood there awkwardly.

" Okay, " you muffled against his chest before breaking free and leaving for your room.

Keegan just sat in the gym, watching as you walked away. He could still feel where his arm was wrapped around you. Maybe he'd see you tomorrow. He could only hope. As he sat back onto the mats on the floor, he did ponder though. He was still wondering about what you had said and he couldn't understand it. But as a whole, the night wasn't a waste. So he took it as a win.

The next morning came quickly, thankfully for you. You had struggled a lot in trying to get some sleep. Despite feeling ready, the moment you had laid down you found it next to impossible to do it. You ended up spending the rest of the night staring out the window or at the ceiling, drowning in your thoughts.

You didn't do much today, didn't have anything planned. Originally you were going to sleep away the day, but by eight am you came to be defeated by the inability to do so. Slowly, you got out of bed and went to shower instead. Once finished with that and in fresh clothes, you tried again. By ten am you were wandering around base. Occasionally, you were stopped and asked to run things to other people since you were free. You didn't mind, which was new since normally you told them to fuck off.

Finally, at noon you made your way to the mess hall for lunch. You grabbed a sandwich, not the best kind but you couldn't complain, then settled down at a table near the corner. It was also close to an exit. You began to eat. Quickly you came to learn you hated the sound of you chewing right now. However, you powered through anyway. Your hands throbbed with pain, especially after your shower. You had poorly wrapped the injuries with gauze the best you could. You really didn't have a lot of medico knowledge. Most the basics you had been taught you didn't even remember anymore.

Keegan walked into the mess hall and grabbed a slice of toast before taking a seat at an empty table. After a few moments of munching, he glanced up to find you with very poorly wrapped hands. He watched your hands shake as you picked up your sandwich and took a bite out of it. You were eating it fairly slowly, concerning since you usually inhaled food. He finished what was in his mouth before walking over to you and taking a seat in the chair across the table from you.

" Your hands look like a mess, " He teased with a playful look, one that only annoyed you.

Unlike you, Keegan had clearly gotten some rest after your talk. Blinking a few times, you looked up from the table to see him. It took you a few moments to register what he had said, pressing how tired you felt further.

" Oh, " you replied dryly for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts as fast as your tired mind allowed you to. " I did my best. "

" I can see that you did, " Keegan nodded, staring at you for a solid minute. " But your hand wrap will not hold. I'm surprised it's held up this long, really, " he added, taking another glance over your hands.

" I could do a better wrap then this, if you're letting me of course, " he offered, trying to make you feel better.

Keegan knew that this was something stupid to focus on, but he was more concerned about these rather poorly wrapped hands then what he should be.You frowned as he spoke. It upset you simply because you really had done your best. You had thoughht you did pretty good, considering your past tries. The offer, however, peaked your interest.

" Oh, if it's not a bother... "

" Of course not, I'll wrap them. No problem, " he assured, smiling softly at you, it was clear that this wasn't any sort of bother to him.

" I can bring you to my quarters, and I can try to clean your hands. I did my emergency medical training awhile back so this should be easy. "

He got up, offering a hand for you to take so Keegan could walk you to his quarters.

" Okay, just let me finish eating, " you huffed quietly then took another bite of your sandwich. You weren't even half way through it yet.

He huffed in reply to you then flopped back down into his chair. Dramatic, but it's how he felt. He was annoyed you were taking so long. He rested his head into the palm of his hand, watching people walk by and listening into other conversations to pass the time. You took your time eating, movements slow and sluggish. You often blinked rapidly here and there to help wake up. When you finished, you wiped your mouth with your sleeve and got up. You took care of your trash then awkwardly waited by Keegan for him to get up.

It took him a full minute to realize too, clearly all wrapped up in his head. You waved your hand in front of his masked face, watching as his free hand snapped to your wrist. You flinched, mostly from pain rather than the sudden movement. You both blinked at each other. With annoyance in his eyes, he let go and got up. Another huff from him. You were pretty used to the noise, as he often did it instead of communicating.

With a small gesture of his hand, Keegan lead the way to his room. He kept a lookout for anyone who was currently walking to make sure they didn't see a superior officer walking a subordinate back to their quarters. It could lead to the wrong impression, which neither of them needed. You trailed behind him, gently rubbing your knuckles in an attempt to sooth the ache. You didn't really think about you following him to his room much. Really, it was the last thing on your mind right now.

After a few minutes of walking they arrived at Keegan's quarters, he unlocked the door before opening it and holding it open for you to walk through. You looked around the space after stepping in. You waited for Keegan for a few seconds before loosing patience and settling down into a chair, feeling too tired to keep standing. Keegan then, finally, followed through before locking the door behind himself.

" Would you feel comfortable with me removing these bandages? I'll need to see your hands first, " he asked, not wanting to just jump in without permission.

Instead of replying verbally, you just offered your hands. It was a silent permission to do as he wanted and needed. Keegan walked over to you and took your hands into his own, they were cold but he expected that. He started peeling the poorly wrapped bandages from your hands, as he did so he started asking questions.

" When can you last remember wrapping these bandages? "

" Few hours ago, " you mumbled sleepily, " After My shower. " Occasionally, you winced as they were removed.

Your knuckles were scattered with open wounds and ugly purple and blue bruising that was slowly beginning to yellow. It looked awful, felt just as much. Your skin was scattered with red and pink from irritation as well.

Keegan flinched softly whenever you winced, he didn't want to be the one hurting you. These aren't the worst injuries he'd seen before, but he wasn't going to dismiss this as a mild injury either. After he got done removing all of the bandages, he started inspecting your injured hands before cleaning up the wounds, he then pulled up various materials and started setting up the materials he'd need to rewrap your hands.

As the injuries were cleaned, your eyes slowly began to pool with tears. A few escaped here and there. You were never much of a cryer, so it was so odd. So concerning. It even confused you, which was evident by the mixed expression you were beginning to have.

" Hurts, " you whispered quietly without even thinking.

Keegan took notice of this when it happened, but he kept his mouth shut and began speaking once he got everything he needed set up.

" I know it does. Don't worry, it'll be all finished in just a minute. "

After a few minutes, he was done rewrapping them. Keegan even went the extra step of wrapping them better then you did. He checked each one to make sure they were done just right. He then gave you a soft, masked, smile. You could only tell there was a smile thanks to his pretty blue eyes crinkling.

" Does this feel better? "

The better treatment of the injuries definitely helped, though they still hurt. It was only natural they did after all. You clenched and stretched out his fingers here and there, feeling how odd it felt. Then you childishly rubbed at one of your eyes. You felt so sleepy.

" 'm hurts, " you still expressed the pain anyways.

" I know you are, " Keegan said softly as he watched you rub your eyes. " Do you want to go to sleep? "

He knew you were exhausted, both mentally and physically. He knew that if you didn't get some rest you'd start to lose focus. And he didn't want that to happen. You gave a small nod. Your mind felt so odd, fuzzy. You didn't know how to describe it or feel about it. You felt a bit more childish, however. Keegan noticed this change in behavior immediately, he didn't like it. Sure, acting a bit childish could be cute or funny, but right now, it was just concerning for him.

" You're acting a bit different. Can you talk to me about how you're feeling right now? "

It was almost like you had regressed some, but that couldn't be possible. Right?

" Tired, " you replied, only to yawn and rub and your eyes more. It was so hard to focus.

" So I take it you're a bit sleepy? " Keegan asked, he got the idea that you might have regressed when you started to act a little different.

The tired behavior was the biggest sign that he was able to notice and put together quickly. This was unexpected, but something he wouldn't question you on. If you kept showing signed of regression, then he'd go along with it. He'd protect you even, as he told himself. You let out a small whine at the question. You wanted to go to bed now, but the idea of walking back to your room by yourselves sounded scary. Especially since yours and Keegan's room were so far apart.

" So what if we slept here? " Keegan purposed the idea.

In the moment it was the best option, and you seemed to be in no shape to walk yourself to bed, to be fair. Maybe his offer was a little odd, but in the moment it felt right for him to ask the question. He didn't want you to have to walk all the way back to your own quarters in this state.

" Okay? " you asked. You meant to ask if if really was okay if you slept here, in Keegan's room. But your regressed and exhausted mind couldn't put the words together fully. No matter how much you tried, you just couldn't.

Keegan just smiled softly, he knew what you meant even if your mind could not fully put the words together at this moment. Thank the God's he knew what you meant. This was a much better deal for you, if you slept here then you wouldn't have to walk yourself to bed. He got up without asking if you wanted him to, and walked over to his bed. Without another word, he motioned for you to lay down on the bed beside him.

You got up from the chair slowly. You were wobbly when you walked, but you managed to reach the bed without falling. Your body was screaming with aches and the need to rest- really your fault it had gotten to this point. You curled up on your side, facing Keegan. You kept your distance to keep the older man more comfortable as you yawned and got cozy.

Keegan noticed you were making sure to keep a distance from him so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Which he really did appreciate. He also found it extremely cute. Keegan got in the bed himself, sitting beside you but facing away so he didn't feel too awkward. It was nice being this close to someone, especially to someone this cute. He felt just the tiniest bit of a desire to pull you closer, he wondered if that'd make you uncomfortable...

With a few brief rubs to your eyes, you began to fall asleep. Just as you were dozing off, you unconsciously slipped your thumb into yout mouth to suck on. The sight of you sucking your thumb put a small smile on Keegan's face. It was one of the cutest things that he's ever seen. It made him almost want to pull you closer and hold you close, and just keep you like that for eternity. He refrained himself from doing that, as you were already close enough to him as it is. So for now he'd just lay there and watch you as you fall asleep.

Keegan watched you sleep for a little while longer before feeling tired himself. He tried to keep himself awake in case you'd need anything. However, after an hour, he decided that everything was okay. He figured you'd wake him if you needed something while you were so little anyway. With a short yawn, he shuffled to get more comfortable then allowed himself to get some rest beside you.

Morning came a lot faster than you had expected. The sun began to shine through the windows and onto you. It was warm, comforting even. Your eyes slowly blinked open. It took a few times to get them to focus. Until then you found yourself fairly surprised you had slept the entire night. It was definitely a rare occurrence for you. Eyes finally focused, they stared at the man just in front of you. A few seconds ticked by before you truly registered who it was.

You sat up so quickly you gave yourself head rush. Your heart began to race in your chest while you rubbed at your eyes a bit in an attempt to get the feeling to fade faster. Once your vision had cleared, you looked around the space. Anxiety pooled in your stomach as you began to realize you couldn't even remember how you got in Keegan's room.

Although you could admit it was a pretty room.

" Morning, " Keegan suddenly said softly, he was laying beside you and looking in your direction. He was silent for a moment but then he asked the question. It was pretty likely you had woken him up in your sudden panic. " You don't remember how you got to my bed, do you?"

You felt your face grow hot as Keegan asked the question. You rubbed at your eyes a bit to help yourself wake up more. Once this tasked was finished your hands dropped into your lap.

" Not really, " you mumbled embarrassingly.

Keegan had to fight the urge to tease you on this moment. It would be funny, it'd also make it a bit too awkward for him.

" It's fine," he decided to tell you in an attempt to comfort you somehow.

" I saw you sitting looking like you could fall dead right there. You seemed to be on the edge of losing focus and regressing too, so I just brought you to my room and you ended up falling asleep," he explained.

Confusion quickly washed over your expression. You looked over to Keegan, blinking a few times whom trying to bring your sleepy mind together. It didn't seem to make sense to you. Why would you even let him bring you here to begin with? While you weren't as tired anymore, you did feel cold.

" Regressing? " you questioned hesitantly, clearly not having a clue as to what that was.

" When you regress it means you're acting more like a child, the younger you, the more you regress. It can happen when you're stressed, or exhausted, or just when you don't want to deal with something as an adult. It doesn't happen on purpose, it's just a state of mind you can get into without trying to," Keegan patiently explained in his normal tone, as he felt this was a serious matter, but his soft tone continued to linger, his eyes looked at you nervously at the thought that you might regress again.

Not that he minded. He just wanted to spot the signs so he could support you as soon as possible instead of being dense to the signs and letting it fester.

You looked away from him, clenching your jaw as you moved to sit up better. You sat more forward with your back to him. It felt difficult to look at him, so he looked at the concrete floor that was at the foot of the bed. You looked, angry, felt it just as much. Not really towards anyone in particular though.

" Basically, there's something wrong with me and it'll get in the way of work, " you norted, but looked upset.

He sat up fairly quickly. He remained somewhat behind you, bit was trying to look at you. Either at your face or eyes, he wasn't picky as to which.

" There's nothing wrong with you," Keegan said firmly and quickly to correct you. He had to put a stop to the idea that there was something wrong because you regressed. " Regressing isn't something to be ashamed of, it's just your mind reverting back when it can't deal with something. It isn't something you can control, and it isn't something you should be ashamed of."

Keegan looked very concerned, he needed to make you not feel bad for regressing. " You're in a safe place right now, no one can or will judge you for it."

" A soldier shouldn't be acting like a child. It'll get everyone killed! " you huffed out as you moved to rub your face with your hands far harder than you needed to.

" You're not in a combat zone right now, it's okay to act a little childish right now," Keegan told you, his tone was calming and soft as he took a deep breath in and then let it out. " You don't have to be a soldier every moment of the day, you're currently not at risk of getting anyone or yourself killed." He tried to be reassuring and calm, as he felt he needed to calm you down in the moment.

" But you can't guarantee that! It isn't all that uncommon for bases to be attacked, " you snapped at him. You were working yourself up more.

" You're right, but currently at this moment in time you are completely safe and out of harms reach." he said softly, he didn't mind the fact that you snapped at him.

He knew it would only make it worse if he yelled back or grew impatient. Although it annoyed him, he did his best to take deep breaths. Keegan slid forward more to sit directly next to you. He let his legs hang off the bed, arms rested on his knees, as he leaned forward to try to look at you better.

" Right now the only thing you should be focused on is you and your injuries, not the next battle or if this base could get attacked. You're safe, and you're safe for now, and that's all that matters."

" But you don't know that for sure, " you emphasized as you rubbed one of your hands over your sleeved forearm. It was an attempt of self soothing. Unintentionally, you're letting quite a bit of your paranoia spill.

Keegan sighed softly, as you continued to voice worries. He tried to think of something to say back that wouldn't make you more upset.

" You're right, I don't know that. But even if it's attacked, we can deal with that when it happens, not right now. All I can do for now is take care of you and try to calm you down, okay?" He paused for a moment, he wanted some reassurance, maybe if he asked you would give it. " Do... Do you feel safe here?"

You took a few deep breaths, feeling worked up from the conversation. You were slightly hugging yourself while remaining stubborn with avoiding Keegan's efforts of eye contact.

" Why would you want to take care of me? I'm a fully grown ass adult, it isn't okay for me to be doing this, " you vented, eyes pooling with tears.

You had avoided his question of how safe you felt in his room, with him. Keegan didn't take this to heart, of course. Rather he allowed you to do it instead of pushing you.

" Because I care about you, I don't want people I care about to get hurt." Keegan's answer was short and simple, but it was true. He may not trust you completely just yet, but he did care about you enough not to let anything happen to you.

He scooted a bit closer to you, he felt like you needed comfort right now, and he wanted to try and be that to you. " Just, trust me that it'll be fine, but you have to stop stressing yourself out."

" I'm an adult Keegan, I shouldn't be acting like a child even if I can't control it, " you huffed out as you lifted your hand to wipe your face. Your hands burned with pain, but you continued to ignored it for the time being.

Keegan watch you wipe your face, and he seemed more concerned for you then ever before. However, he could admit, his patience was beginning to thin.

" Why do you have a problem with regressing?! Why are you so against it? It's natural, and it happens when you deal with too much stress and trauma," he snapped a little more than he'd cared to admit. He was so confused by you and why you felt so against it, what was causing you such a negative view of something like this..?

" Because it's not okay for an adult to be doing this! We have shit to do Keegan. We can't just drop everything just because I want to suck my thumb and cry, " you yelled back at him in annoyance. You didn't understand why Keegan wasn't getting where you were coming from, just like how Keegan didn't understand what you were on about.

Keegan's eyes widened a little at the yelling, but he refrained from raising his voice in response. This was frustrating. He wanted to understand what this negative mindset you have was all about, but you weren't giving him anything here.

" And it's completely fine for an adult to regress, just because you're an adult doesn't mean you can't act like a child at times, " he paused for a moment before asking you a question, " Did something happen to you for this to be a negative thing?"

" No, I've- I've never done this before, " you hiccuped out quietly, lowering your voice suddenly. Maybe it was untrue. You wouldn't know. As far as you knew, you've never regressed before. Although given you didn't remember much about yesterday, maybe you just didn't remember.

" Well, that makes it even more confusing then. If you've never done this before, then why do you have such a negative viewpoint? I'm just trying to figure out why you seem to be so against this."

Keegan continued to talk in his soft tone of voice, even though you were starting to really frustrate him. He figured it was best to not raise his voice, to try and keep you calm. It seemed to be working, at least so far. You tried to wipe your face again, trying to stop the tears. It didn't do much, especially with how much your hands were shaking.

" Because it's not okay, " you said again, whispering with your tone breaking.

Keegan put his hands on your hands to stop you from wiping your eyes anymore.

" What's not okay about it? The fact that you regress? Or did I read that wrong? Also, it seems like you're about to cry here, what's wrong?" This was the most frustrating part for him, you were giving no valid reason to what you believe about this.

As he took your hands, you leaned into Keegan. Really, you practically flopped against him. You rested your head against his chest, curling up as tears began to fall. You didn't know why you did this. You just felt the sudden, almost desperate need, to have physical comfort. The moment you had done this, Keegan quickly wrapped his arms around you. The touch was loose, but welcoming your weight with ease. He held you up calmly, those calm breaths soothing you unintentionally.

" It isn't okay, I'm an adult not a kid, " you mumbled.

" It has always been okay for adults to behave like kids when they're too overwhelmed or exhausted. This doesn't make you any worse of an adult for regressing. You're still an adult, you're just acting like a kid for the moment. There's no issue with that."

He tried to stay calm and be firm about everything that he believed. You were safe, nothing was wrong, you were just exhausted. Keegan couldn't see why you were so against this, but that doesn't matter now. He eeded to calm you down. Even if it was only a little bit. Carefully and gently, he began to rub your back in a soothing pattern of circles.

You didn't reply this time, instead hiccuping quietly as you cried. The rubs helped, made you want to cling to him. You had woken up pretty cold and Keegan's warm body was making it hard to not curl up into him and bury yourself.

Keegan on the other hand had stopped talking at this point, as he knew you were clearly going through something at the moment. He had to fight the urge to coddle you like a child. But he had to calm you down first.

" Just let it all out, okay? You're safe, no one is going to hurt you here. Just let it all out."

You cuddled into Keegan. That strange fuzzy feeling was creeping up on your mind again. You didn't like it. Your shaky hands gently held Keegan's shirt, weak, but you were trying to use them through the pain they were in. You continued to quietly cry, burying your face into his shoulder instead of his chest. It helped to cry. It felt better. Keegan couldn't help but feel a bit protective of you as he continued to let you hold onto him. Your grip on his shirt just made him want to pull you in closer and comfort you even more. This was certainly going to be a long day. Even though he was letting you bury your face into his shoulder, he still had some words to say.

" It's okay... I know it's a rough morning, but it'll be all right, okay…? I'm here for you, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

" Promise? " you asked quietly, weakly, but sniffling. You didn't move from your spot.

" Promise."

He just wanted to try and reassure you as best as he could. That was the only thing he knew how to do in a situation like this.

" I promise I wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt you. You only have to just hold onto me for now, okay? You don't have to try and put on a tough act anymore, let your mind rest here."

With that, Keegan wrapped his arms tighter around you. The action pretty much pulled you into his lap. You rested on one of his thighs, half on him and half on the bed. You didn't quite want to be in his lap, as tempting as it was. He didn't stop rubbing your back. He even went as far as to tuck your head under his own.

" I've got you, it's okay, " he whispered.

You tucked your arms under yourself as you pressed close to him. His breathing was soothing. You wished you could hear his heart beat too. Unfortunately the angle you both were sitting at was a little too awkward for that. You cried when cried until no more tears could physically come out. At that point, your head hurt almost as much as your hands did. Your crying calmed to soft, quiet, sniffles and hiccups

" Hurts, " you expressed, word slightly slurring as you confessed the distress to Keegan. You hadn't even realized you regressed again.

Keegan's eyebrows furrowed together as you continued to whimper in pain. Your whimpers made him want to try and soothe you even more. You seemed so broken and tired, it broke his heart.

" Where does it hurt?" he asked gently as he hugged you a bit tighter to him. He had figured you weren't even aware you regressed, so he thought it was best to keep that to himself, for now.

You lifted one of your hands, the other tucked against your chest. Your knuckles hurt a lot today, more so than yesterday. You tried to move your fingers, but it only made your hands hurt more and shake.

" Your knuckles, right?" he asked as he looked down over at your hand, he was starting to get a bit anxious. He had a strong feeling that you were going to regress even further very soon, and he didn't want it to hurt you.

" You're shaking, and you're in quite a bit of pain... you can't even move your hand without shaking... It might be best if we take it easy for now." He was becoming more worried, your body language was very telling.

" 'm head too, " you whispered pretty shyly. It warmed his heart you were telling him, though.

" Probably from crying, but it's okay, " he lightly teased with a chuckle.

You let out a soft whine and curled up against Keegan. You gave small nods as he spoke. You wished your pain would go away and you wanted him to make it go away. You cuddled into him, quietly chewing and sucking on your bottom lip. At this point, you were in his lap. You didn't even realize either. You were curled up perfectly in his lap. His arms supporting you while he unconsciously rocked you both back and forth.

Slowly, and sweetly, Keegan kissed the top of your head. Then he peeled a hand away to carefully take one of yours. He kissed each knuckle then did the same for the other hand.

" Healing kisses, " he hummed then wrapped his arms back around you. " They'll feel better in no times now. "

It was unlikely the kisses would truly do anything, but your mind convinced you otherwise in an instant. You blinked at one of your hands, staring at the knuckles. As a sniffle escaped, a small smile spread on your lips. It warmed your chest, allowing you to feel a little better at least. You quickly buried yourself right back into his welcoming embrace. Once settled, Keegan began to rock you again.

At least the smile was progress.

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vamqyr3 · 10 months

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↳ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY // 2013. ᴥ

EP 1 .

CW// Yelling, idk it’s angst what do you want, aftermath of Simon dying and leaving you with a kid.

You pour two parts pasta, one part cheese, lined to the backing on the box. Shifting his little feet to lay along the leg wide holes cut through his high chair. “Luke give it a minute, honey.” He’s a thoughtless toddler, without a response. Bits of cereal to fling around on sticky floors, honeyed watermelon and carrot paste. He had been restless since 7 months. Peopled have stopped Inviting you to things, piled next to your water bill and oily napkin bunch. The large of you knew he didn’t deserve the butt end of it. Your nature is casted into stone. From loved, thought of and care for to distant and diseased. Hugged from time to time, yet no one’s trying to lay with crazy.

His father was a dead beat, not his fault. Not yours. His, the fathers, Simons, his fault. It was hardly and appropriate breakfast, now matted to the front of his cotton shark print top.

He’s zipped into the back car seat. You hope to see the day he’s attached to the booster, then left without one. Sad to see it from the front cushions, driving, give or take a new decade.

His school isn’t far it’s the drive that’s hard. One hand to his aid one to the front. Remembering which way to turn, if he was still breathing, did you buckle the left strap? How fast are you going?

The plastic of his fist sized shoes squeak under his foot. Slides past the front gate, squishy playground and over to where you could not see. You’re off today unfortunately. Meant to report to base and check up with whoever from 141 was left with the shortest stick. It was patronizing, the jut of the gas pedal and the stop for ID. You were no child meant for coddling, you just so happen to have a child, one of Simon’s.

”Doing any better?” The walk here made you sick, the air had a smell of dust and rubbing alcohol. Price’s hat made you sick, the pins on his desk slipped down your throat and jabbed you stomach. “How’s Luke?”

“Fine,”

“You should let me n’ Gaz take him out, yeah?”

“Oh then what after that Price?” “Listen,”

“Take my son out for a drink? Show him a few tricks in your big ass truck? Price? I want you to show my child how to load a gun, captain. You know what why don’t you just carry him off to the front lines while you’re at it?” He just sort of stands there, takes in a breath like he’s going to speak and readjusts.

“It’s my day off you know I don’t have to be here,”

“Yes you do,”

“On whose orders?” “Mine,”

“Right, Right the same ones that got Simon killed, it’s all clicking sorry,”

There’s a sort of prickle to those words, it tickles his face and makes wrinkles. “You knew damn well what you were gettin into,”

“Oh my god, how many times are you going to send for me just for us to have this same argument? I hate it, I hate it here. Theres that same goddamn picture that’s been up since our first date. And the fucking Gym still has the same equipment. How many times am I going to look at that stupid ass wall of yours and remember the time Simon put a hole in it? Like I can’t, I look at my sons skin and I worry just how long it takes till all of our grief leaves scars on it.”

Price finally lets go of that breath. “Look, the boys are worried,”

You were too, shifting to anchor yourself. No part of this was supposed to leave you gasping at night. To have your son set In a deep driven drudge of speechless resentment. To have him shielded yet still affected. Up asking why he couldn’t show off his dads sporting gear like Hunter could. Luke has no father, he never did. And that wasn’t your fault or his.

“I have to pick my son up,”

FIN. // EP 2. // MASTERLIST.

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ravenmichaelisstuff · 1 year

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"Better late than never" part 13

Ghost gets tickled

(This might be a little different as I had a break from writing, I am still doing my exams!)

It might have been a typical day for everyone else, but for Soap it was an unusual one. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence to get such valuable information on Ghost. That bastard was ticklish.

They were sparring like always, showing rookies some take-down techniques. Soap was demonstrating how to properly pin somebody to the ground and immobilize them. That somebody being Ghost. Newbies were always surprised at how much Lieutenant Ghost was letting the sergeant do during sparring.

Soap had Ghost pinned to the mat on his stomach, his knee pressing on his bicep while sitting on his back and holding his other hand down. He was explaining to the soldiers around them what exactly he was doing and how to do it safely with their sparring partner when he noticed Ghost’s hoodie running up, revealing his skin.

That was definitely not something Ghost would be comfortable with if he was aware of it, so Soap wanting to correct the material grabbed it and accidentally brushed his skin with his warm fingers.

Ghost gasped and flinched away from the touch, definitely stifling a giggle. Soap froze as well as the rookies who now waited for the lieutenant to choke their favourite sergeant to death. They weren’t far off, as when the Brit realized what happened he send Soap flying of off him. He hit the mat with a grunt.

“Dismissed!” Yelled Ghost, glaring daggers at everyone in the gym. They all scattered away, not wanting to be anywhere near the man while he was getting off the mat.

“Ow..” Soap hissed, still lying on the floor. “What did ah do to ye?” He slowly sat up just to get hit in the face with a rug.

“Next time keep your bloody hands to yourself, sergeant.”

Soap snickered at that. “Oh, I think ye enjoyed it, didn’t ya? What about that little chuckle?” He smiled devilishly, already trying to get closer to Ghost.

“Not a word, Soap.”

But now that Soap had that information, he is not letting it down.

“Come on, Lt… ye are a tad ticklish, admit it.” The Scot grinned cockily and when close enough tried to jab at Ghost’s sides to tease him a bit. The masked man was faster though- he grabbed that hand before it even touched him and twisted it slightly.

“Ow, ow, ok, ok, I will stop!”

“You try that one more time and I will put a knife up your arse and twist it around your intestines.” Ghost let go of Soap.

***

Soap didn’t listen. A vision of a knife up his ass wasn’t so bad if he got to make Ghost jump every time he walked near him, trying to tickle the older man.

It gets to the point where Ghost just simply refuses to spar with Soap because he played dirty. Trying to distract the lieutenant with the gentle brushes of his fingers. The gentle touches that made Simon’s hair stand up, goosebumps running up his arms with Johnny’s every attempt at tickling. Causing this giddy feeling in Ghost’s chest, butterflies gently tickling his tummy with their wings. The deep blush hidden under the hard mask, the flush running from his face down to his shoulders and chest.

Yeah…

Ghost liked it. He really liked it.

But Soap did this only in public. In the mess hall, in the gym, when they were on their way on a mission- always when there were other people around. Not even once did he attempt to do the same things when they were alone doing paperwork or just enjoying each other's company. Maybe… maybe then Ghost wouldn’t stop him, maybe then he would let it happen.

He trusted Johnny with so much already that relaxing into it wouldn’t be even that hard. But whatever they had that Ghost was too scared to put a name to - it was between them. Them and no one else.

So what was Ghost supposed to do? He wanted Soap to tickle him in private and maybe simply asking was the best option he had - no matter how embarrassing it would be, It was Johnny.

***

They were smoking cigarettes in Ghost’s room, both leaning on the windowsill trying to get as much smoke outside through the open window.

Ghost had his balaclava off most of the time around Soap now, inhaling slowly the pleasantly bitter smoke and preparing mentally to ask the shorter man the awkward question.

“I thought ye hate smokin’ in yer room, Lt.” Soap blew some smoke out through his nose, turning his face to the open window.

“I am allowing it today.” Ghost took one last drag of his cig and squashed it on the wall leaving an ashy spot before tossing it into the trash.

The sergeant raised his brow. “Any special occasion for such generosity, Simon?” He finished his smoke as well and threw it out of the window to Ghost’s irritation.

Ghost sat on his bed and looked up at Soap just to avert his gaze when meet with the sky blue of Soap’s eyes. He found a loose thread of his blanket really fucking entertaining suddenly, playing with it between his fingers.

“Everythin’ alright?” Soap turned his head to the side, concern evident in his voice. He sat next to Ghost, putting his hand on the other’s man knee and squeezing lightly.

A shiver run through Simon.

“M’fine. I have a question though and Soap if you laugh I will kill you.”

“Nah, ye won’t but sure, whatever it is.”

Ghost took a deep breath. “Why do you never tickle me when we are alone?”

Soap was a little taken aback by that. “What do ye mean? I value my throat, there is a smaller chance of you choking me to death in public than without the witnesses.” He chuckled. “What? Do ye want me tae?” Soap teased.

Ghost stayed quiet.

“Simon?” John squinted, trying to look Ghost in the eyes. “Do you? Want me to…?”

Ghost shrugged at first, then he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but ended up closing it again. Finally, he nodded.

Soap lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, sure! Yeah, ah can do that!” The sergeant was beaming with excitement.

A smile appeared on Ghost’s face, a small shy smile. He swayed a little back and forth trying to deal somehow with the sudden excitement. “Ok-”

Soap’s hands were suddenly at his sides. Ghost gasped and instinct told him to swat his hands away, but he was pushed to lay on the bed before he could do that.

Ghost wasn’t tickled in what felt like and could be forever so he was a giggling mess right of the start and Johnny laughed with him. To see Ghost like that was a gem.

Soap wanted to discover where else his lieutenant was ticklish. He caressed the inside of Simon's knee and he bend over laughing, almost kicking Johnny in his face. Soap explored some more and then his hand travelled to Ghost’s neck.

But Ghost grabbed his hand, gently this time.

“Not there, Johnny.”

Soap nodded in understanding. “Ok, feel free to stop me whenever.” He wanted to resume, but Ghost was still holding onto his hands. “Si?”

Ghost blushed deeply and guided Soap’s hands under his shirt, shivering when skin touched skin.

“Oh”

After that Simon as well as Johnny laughed and smiled for hours, savouring the intimacy and comfort they gave to each other. They were both in good hands.

+++

After Ghost had enough, they lay together on the bed, still giggling. Simon finally looked at Soap and realised that he was looking at him already.

"Now that ah know how nice does your laugh sound I will make sure to make ye laugh more."

“I already laughed more than for the whole… year, Johnny. Thank you.”

They were in silence for a bit.

“Ghost?”

“Mhm?”

“Would ye let anyone else do this? All the things we have done together?”

“You know the answer, Johnny”

....

….

“Ah’m glad I get to be that person, I hope ye know that.”

And Ghost knew, so he nudged Johhny’s pinky finger with his, hooking them together.

I hope you all enjoyed it! I know I took my time with it but I am really busy with life <3 Let's pray I still can write. Also, was that admission of feelings? Did they stop being idiots? I dunno, you tell me :D Comments really motivate me, so leave one if you feel like it <3

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