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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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absolution - it will come back

-simon 'ghost' riley x wife!reader

-warnings: canon typical violence, mdni (18+), death, smut, fingering, p-in-v sex, creampie, jealous!ghost, praise, mentions of alcohol, unwanted male attention

-word count: 4k

-summary: you and the 141 set out for your first mission together, enduring the challenge and everything that comes after

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a/n: alright finally got around to writing this chapter, just a pre-emptive warning, this fic is gonna have a fair amount of smut just in case you don't like to read it, or if you just want to skip over those sections. Also if you got the notif for this at 5am... no you didn't.

The air was thick with dust, it settled in the air after the disruption from a few select explosives, courtesy Soap, you were positioned high on an old building, a few miles out from the target building. You had been laying there for over an hour, settling yourself before the rest of the team got into position, you and Ghost had made a point to keep a distance between the two of you, trying to avoid any sort of detection from the team. It wasn’t hard to distance yourself from him, you were married to Simon, not the Ghost, yes, you were acquainted with his alter, but that was a side of him that left when he came home, it had been years since you came face to face with the Ghost, welcoming him back almost as an old friend.

You started getting restless, your clothes suddenly feeling far too heavy on your body, shifting slightly from your position, you readjust your scope before you hear a quick whizzing beside your ear, stopping for a second to figure out if you had simply imagined it another shot. “Shit” you whisper to yourself. In your movement the sun had caught on your scope, reflecting it toward the target building, and someone had spotted you. Quickly disassembling your rifle you turn on your comms.

“Captain this is Strider, I’m compromised, moving to position two”

“Copy Strider, make it quick we’re about to breach”

You descend through the building, running through back alleys to avoid the public gaze, making your way as fast as you can to your secondary position, you and Price had strategized a handful of points for you to position in, in case of anything going wrong. You make your way to the second position in time to watch the 141 breach into the building, hearing the all-too-familiar sound of gunshots ringing through your comms. You hear the team call out their positions, adjusting your sight to get a good view of each individual member.

“Strider, I’m headed up, you have eyes?” Soaps voice calls through your earpiece.

“Negative, Johnny” you respond back

“Strider I’ve got two coming out, east side, do you have eyes on them?” Ghost asks

You take a breath, and fire two rounds.

“Count, two down east side” you answer back.

Ghost can’t fight the smirk that creeps up on his face under his mask, he’s seen you work first hand and he’s always been impressed, rarely did you miss a shot. The men continue clearing the building, calling out any targets they need you to take care of, and killing the rest themselves.

“I don’t see any more movement in the building,” you say

“Copy, ears out for the hostage” Price responds

“Captain the buildings are empty” You hear Gaz say

“Are you sure Sargeant?”

“Positive, no one’s here”

Price curses to himself and calls for the men to exit the building and meet at the rendezvous point. You follow his orders, packing up your rifle and making your way once again through the streets. You arrive at a rundown warehouse, greeted by the rest of the team, you look around and everyone has a worried expression painted on their faces.

“I’ve contacted Laswell, she’s reaching out to contacts to try and track down the target,” Price said to all of you

“So what now?” you ask

“We regroup at the base, I have some calls to make, we move from there”

The group nods in agreement and you all make your way to the cars outside, settling into the passenger beside Price, and in front of Gaz. The ride was quiet, aside from any small conversation made by the three of you, Gaz inquiring about your history with the military.

“I spent 5 years with this team in the States before transferring to the base in England.”

“What’d you do in the states”

“Um, mostly hostage negotiations in the middle east”

“So why transfer?” Gaz asks

“What do you mean?” you respond, turning to face him

“Well why leave your team? I mean you spent 5 years with them, I can’t imagine what would’ve brought you to the UK”

“Needed a break from field word I guess, before this op I mostly spent time training recruits and dealing with paperwork”

“Huh” Gaz nods, you quirk an eyebrow at his response. “It’s just, I’ve read your file, over 400 confirmed kills from just 5 years, seems like alot of talent left on the field”

You scoff at him.

“I didn’t mean it that way I just-” He raises his hands defensively.

“Better stop now Sargeant, before you’re in too deep” Price says, laughing to himself

You huff a laugh, “It’s alright Kyle, I just found something more important than field ops”

“A guy? Did you leave for a guy?” Gaz’ face lights up with a smile, you laugh and shake your head, turning to face infront of you, Price and Gaz sharing a look with eachother through the rearview mirror.

The team was in rather bright spirits arriving back at base, even though you hadn’t gotten your target, everyone made it out without more than a scratch, you pass Soap who gives you a nudge with his shoulder and commends your talents.

“Great shooting lass,” he says as you respond with a meek smile, Ghost watching the encounter from behind the two of you. You continue in light conversation with Soap as he talks about how he took down 3 men at once, two with a single shot, you laugh at his cockiness.

As you enter the base and make your way down the hall to your room, you feel a strong arm tug your waist, pulling you into a near closet. Turning to face him he stares you down, the room is dark but you can see a slight shine in his eyes, eyes you could never mistake for anyone else. You reach your hands to pull at his mask but he grabs your wrists, stopping your actions.

“What was that?” he asks, his tone deep

“What?”

“With Soap, you seemed rather entranced with what he had to say”

“I was just laughing with him Si-”

Before you can finish your sentence he spins your body and pins your arms behind your back, pushing you forward into the wall.

“Simon we were just chatting,” you say breathlessly as he presses his body against yours, forcing your cheek to flatten against the cold wall. The rough grip of his hands tugging on your wrists as he lowers his head to your shoulder

“Do you think he could fuck you like I do?”

“What?” you ask trying to turn your head to look at him, he presses you harder against the wall, you can feel his hardening cock against your ass. “No,” you say through a gasp “no one can”.

He seems content with your answer, removing one of his hands to reach around and unbutton your pants, sliding his hand down your pants, teasing over your clothed sex. You close your eyes as your jaw falls open over the sudden contact. He presses his forehead to the back of your head, the teeth of his mask digging into your scalp as he pulls your panties to the side to slide a finger teasingly over your clit.

“Fuck Si-”

“No, you know the rule, no using our names on base”

“Ghost please” you plead

“Good girl” you can feel his breath down the nape of your neck, he slides a finger into your pussy. “So wet already”

“For you fuck all for you,” you say as he adds another finger and begins to pump faster, you arch your back into him, craving more contact.

“Needy girl, need you to cum on my fingers first”

You moan as he continues fingering you, bending his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside you while bringing his thumb to circle over your clit.

“Need to be quiet love, don’t want someone walking in here”

You bite your lip trying to contain your moans as your forehead comes into contact with the wall, Ghost removes his grip from your wrist, bringing his gloved hand up to cover your mouth before using the leverage to collide your bodies, arching your body back into his. You turn your head and settle into his neck while your hand finds purchase, gripping his tactical vest, trying to ground yourself.

Ghost feels you clenching around his fingers as he picks up his pace urging your orgasm closer, you reach your free hand down to grab at his large forearm, trying to keep your body upright as your legs begin to feel wobbly.

“That’s right baby, cum all over my hand”

He pumps his fingers a few more times and your eyesight blurs, feeling your ass press back against his cock as he fingers you through your orgasm, not removing his fingers till he feels you unclench. He releases your body and you fall forward, catching yourself on the wall before he kneels down to take your pants off, kneading the flesh of your hips and thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass before bringing his hand back to your soaked vagina. Your hips twitch at the contact, trying to catch your breath as you hear the sound of his belt undoing.

In one swift motion, he turns your body around and locks his arms under your legs, lifting you up against the wall, your arms falling around his neck as you try to steady yourself. He reaches a hand down to line himself up before pushing into you in one solid motion, burying his cock deep inside you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

Usually, he gave you time to adjust to his size, but as soon as he was inside you, feeling the clench of your warm walls he couldn’t help himself. He pins your body against the wall as he begins thrusting into you, hands gripping hard at your waist as he keeps his eyes locked on your face, enjoying every flutter of your eyelashes, every twitch of your mouth that came with the pleasure you were experiencing. He’s fucking you hard against the wall, you can feel your spine digging into the concrete behind you, grabbing at his neck, his shoulders, anything you could reach. He reaches a hand up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Whose pussy is this doll”

“Fuck, yours, it’s yours Ghost” you say as your head falls forward to rest against his shoulder.

“That’s right, mine” He emphasizes the last word with a hard thrust that has a choked sob escaping your throat. You bury your face in his shoulder, biting at the fabric to quiet your moans as he brings a hand down to toy at your clit once again. Your second orgasm hits you quick and has you seeing stars, muffled moans escaping your throat as drool starts to pool in the corners of your mouth, leaking out to wet his shirt.

Once you came down from your high Ghost released you, setting you down with a hold on your waist, pressing you again against the wall and immediately thrusting back into you, your slick pooling at the base of his cock and dripping down your thighs as he sets an unrelenting pace. You try to brace against the wall but your arms buckle, resorting to resting your forearms against the wall as he fucks himself deeper into you.

“Who else can make you cum like this?”

You can’t form words, resorting to tired whimpers.

“Use your words doll”

“No one, only you” is all you can maange through strangled moans.

He grips your hips and starts pulling you back into him while continuing to fuck you, the position letting him hit impossibly deep inside you. You feel yourself losing balance before he reaches an arm around your waist to keep you steady. His breathing is heavy, directly in your ear as you continue to clench down on him.

“So fucking good love, fuck gonna make me cum”

You moan at his words,

"Is that what you want huh, want me to fill this pussy, claim it as mine"

He quickly thrusts a few more times before slowing his pace, a choked groan leaving his throat as you feel him fill you with his cum, fucking it deeper into you. Finishing his orgasm he stays deep inside you, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder as you both stay there, trying to catch your breaths. He pulls his mask up over his lips and plants a soft kiss on your forehead before removing himself. You whine at the loss of contact as he kneels down to pull your pants back up for you.

You turn your body to place your palms against his cheeks, holding his face, looking into his eyes with hooded lids, reaching up to kiss him, he snakes a hand around you holding you to him, deepening the kiss.

You pull back resting your forehead against his, “You know that I would never-” but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“I know” is all he says, reaching a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear. You stare lovingly at your husband, in that moment he isn’t the Ghost, he’s Simon.

“You should leave first, less suspicious than both of us walking out of here”

You smile and nod, placing another kiss to his lips before pulling his mask back down his face, turning to leave the room. You step into the hallway and catch a glimpse of yourself in the window in front of you, jesus, you take a moment to smooth out your hair and tuck your shirt back in, before walking down the hallway, jumping a little at the sudden form by your side.

“Hey lass” Soap says, a bright smile plastered on his face.

“Johnny” you greet him

“I think some of the lads and I are gonna head to the pub later if yer into that sort of thing”

“Oh, yea maybe”

He nods in acknowledgement and turns down another hallway, you think to yourself for a moment before craning your neck over your shoulder, yep, just like you suspected, Ghost was behind you a few paces, fists clenched after witnessing another encounter between Soap and you, smiling slightly to yourself, silently praying this anger would result in a second round.

You met the team at the bar around 10, it’s rather run-down but for the circumstances, it’s not too bad. Mostly filled with other military personnel that lived on the base, you were greeted with loud cheers courtesy of a very drunk Soap, who was sat in a booth with his arm wrapped tightly around the shoulder of Gaz who was seemingly just as drunk but hiding it a little better. Price sat leaning back in his chair, a lit cigar sticking out of his mouth as he greeted you with a slight nod. You sat down at the booth, glancing around for any sign of Ghost before your train of thought is interrupted by Soap pushing a glass of whiskey towards you, you oblige him and take a quick swig of the drink, your throat burning at the sensation.

The four of you sat engaged in a rather loud conversation, mostly from Soap, if you thought he was chatty before, this was a whole new level. He wanted to know everything about you, and you answered most of his questions with the same answers you had given Gaz earlier, the two were too drunk to remember anything you said anyway. After a while you excused yourself to go to the bar, catching the attention of the bartender and requesting a drink for yourself.

You stood at the bar tapping your fingers while you waited for the bartender to bring drinks to others first when a rather chipper man positioned himself next to you, sparing him a tight-lipped smile before averting your gaze.

“So you come here often” eyeroll

“Nope”

“You must be new, I’ve never seen you around”

“Something like that,” you say, thanking the bartender for your drink and turning to head back to your booth before his hand grabs your arm, making you spill your drink. “Seriously”

“What you’re too good for a conversation?”

“With you? Yea”

He doesn’t release his grip but before he can speak his gaze is drawn upward to lock eyes on the tall skull-clad figure that stands behind you.

“Might want to let go mate” is all Simon says before the man releases you, throwing his arms up defensively.

“Alright man, just wanted to talk”

You and Simon start to make your way back to the booth when you hear the man mutter something along the lines of dumb bitch, instantly your head whips toward Simon who’s stopping in his tracks, you widen your eyes at him, a silent plea to please don’t.

The next thing you see is your 6’4 hulking figure of a husband grab the collar of the smaller man's shirt and force him back against the bar.

“What was that?” he asks through gritted teeth

By now the rest of the team has noticed and are rushing from the booth, but they aren’t quick enough. Simon balls his fist and hits the man directly across the face, you can see the blood spew from his nose as he falls to the floor as Price moves behind Simon and rests a hand on his arm.

“Simon, step away son”

Simon retracts his fist to his side before exiting the bar with Price, you see Gaz drop a few bills on the bar and whisper a rushed sorry to the bartender, you’re stood frozen, Simon was always protective but this was such a brute display, something was off with him.

You rejoin the team outside the bar and notice Simon off by himself, leaning against a brick wall smoking a cigarette.

“I think we should call it a night” Price says to the group, you nod in agreement, hailing a cab and trying to get Gaz and Soap settled in.

“Yer not coming w’us lass?” Soap questions

“Not this time, I’m gonna walk back”

He brushes you off and the cab takes off, you stand there for a minute chatting with Price as he offers to walk back with you but you decline his offer with some excuse of wanting to be alone, and enjoy the weather. He leaves you with a pat on the shoulder, reaching down for his lighter to reignite his cigar before you see him walk away, a puff of smoke trailing behind him.

You rub your arms up and down with your hands, trying to come up with something to say to Simon. You slowly walk over to him, standing beside him as he reaches a hand down to offer you a drag of his cigarette, you brush him off and he puts it out, grinding it into the ground with his heavy boot.

“You could’ve killed that guy”

“He’s lucky I didn’t”

You turn to face him, “are you alright, you’ve been off ever since we got here, more on edge”

“M’fine”

“Si” you say, reaching to hold is large hand in yours.

He takes a heavy breath, “I don’t know, I’m just nervous”

You squeeze his hand, encouraging him to continue, it’s never been easy for him to talk about his feelings, and you never forced him or pryed, but you also wanted him to know that he could trust you with whatever he was feeling.

“I’m just worried about you, you got shot at today and I don’t even want to picture what the guys around here are thinking about you”

You nod in understanding, “We knew the risks, the op was nothing I haven’t dealt with before, but beating that guy up Si, and the way you’re acting around Johnny, I mean he’s your closest friend”

You look up at him, “I understand jealousy Si, but you’ve never gotten violent like that”

He looks at you, his dark eyes scanning over your face, “I don’t know love, I’m just under a lot of stress”

Placing a hand on his chest you move closer to him, he wraps his arms around your frame, holding you tight to his as you nuzzle your face into his chest.

“Okay, just promise me you won’t break Johnnys nose too”

He chuckles a little, squeezing you before releasing you.

“I’m serious, beat up anyone else and people are gonna start to catch on to us”

He nods, urging you to walk up the road with a nudge of his head, the two of you walk back to base, giggling quietly to yourselves over small conversation, maintaining a rather platonic distance in case anyone saw you.

The two of you arrive back at the base, you head inside to your bunks while Ghost sits outside, lighting another cigarette. He stands alone in the quiet, enjoying the silent ambience of the quiet night before his solitude is ripped from his chest at the piercing accent of Soap.

“Hey LT” Johnny greets, propping himself against the wall beside Ghost, “Can I ask a question?”.

Ghost remains silent, hoping Soap would simply walk away.

“Have you got a thing for her”

Ghost turns to glare at Soap, eyes starring daggers, but it doesn’t stop him.

“Strider, you’re always eyein her down, like she’s your prey or something”

Ghost merely blinks at him, turning his head back to face out at the pavement, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“She’s nice, not very chatty but kind, hell of a shot too” Soap adds

Ghost blows smoke from his nose, ashing his cigarette before turning and walking into the building, leaving Soap to stand alone in the dark.

“Was it something I said?” Soap asks to himself before he too moves to enter the building.

It was quiet inside the base, aside from the occasional group stumbling in after a night at the pub, a few of them gossiping about how a man wearing a skull mask broke the nose of one of the privates on base. You were in your room, fresh out of the shower getting ready for bed before you hear a knock on your door, immediately assuming it was Ghost on the other side, you open the door with a roll of your eyes but before you can make any kind of sarcastic comment your sentence is stopped by the sight of a man wearing a rather ugly fishing hat.

“Sorry I know it’s late”

“Captain, did you need something,” you ask, suddenly feeling very bare in your pyjamas.

“Just a question,” he says, watching your face for any kind of concern. “Is there something I need to worry about with Simon?”

Your mind blanks, hesitating to answer. “I’m not sure, we aren’t that close sir”

“Cut the shit Sargeant, he doesn’t get into bar fights, yet, one guy hits on you and suddenly he’s hitting the floor”

You swallow, trying your best at keeping a poker face. “There’s nothing to worry about sir” you respond, straight-faced.

“Alright" He takes a beat, "get some rest” He nods his head to you and leaves down the hall.

You close your door, your body falling backwards as your back collides with the heavy metal. You huff a breath to yourself, hands coming up to settle over your mouth, of course, his jealousy got us caught. You have to think of a game plan and quick, if Price has you two figured out it’s only a matter of time before the rest of the team does and you can’t risk that.

You tossed and turned in bed that night, the pooling anxiety refusing to let you rest as you wondered if Price had talked to Simon yet, you know he trusted Price with his life and that you should too, but keeping your relationship a secret was a hard and fast rule the two of you had decided on when you first got together, Ghost had a lot of enemies, enemies that would love to get their hands on you, you began to spiral thinking of all the things that could go wrong before you knew it the sun was coming up, the small windows of your room letting in the warm orange glow as you picked at the skin around your nails. You had to shut this down, and quick.

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sweetnothingtm · 1 year

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DEVIL'S ADVOCATE// simon riley x reader

pairing simon riley x f!reader

word count +5k

content warnings nsfw, public sex, fingering, oral sex, choking, light knife play, degradation, johnny is a simp for reader

authors note im back! please enjoy the nasty things i do for y'all ♡ could be treated as an epilogue to hush

There are a few things that can piss the lieutenant off, but you always manage to make the top of his list.

Even now, as you’re leaning over the pool table, hips swaying ever so slightly with the music, eyes lit up with excitement. You’re staring right at him, lips pulled in a innocent little smile as Soaps hand sits on your lower back, his lips brushing over your cheek as he whispers advice to you. Ghost holds your stare, indifference painted across his features.

He’s gonna wipe that smile off your pretty little face.

It started out as a harmless bet. The night stretched thin as you continued to dance around your lieutenant. You avoided his gaze, smiling playfully at all the men who continued to line up shots for you. You’d take drinks from them, breathing a soft thanks as your fingers brushed against their shoulders.

He’s been watching you, grinding his teeth and brooding over his third glass of bourbon. The fabric of his mask hid the infuriated look spread across his face, dark eyes following your figure that shamelessly drifted towards him.

Like a moth to a flame. He’s gonna burn you.

You were comfortably buzzed, a warmth spreading throughout your system as you left Gaz waiting, drink half full. You locked eyes with the lieutenant across the room, heart skipping a beat as he leaned back. His eyes raked over your figure, slowly dragging back and looking at you expectantly.

The music has drowned out hummed conversation, only the eager beat of your heart leading you straight to him. His arm was propped up against the bar, head tilting slightly to the side as you near him.

A week has passed since you saw him last. The ghost of his hands still seemed to pull your hair even now, a sickening arousal putting you to bed every night. The feel of his breath still hot against your neck, your cheeks turning scarlet at the memory.

The lieutenant had you weak in the knees, tongue tied and desperate to please. Always glancing at him with wide eyes, a little too eager for his approval. He ignored you, pushed you away like a new pet too desperate for attention.

Week after week, you abandoned your reasoning and pined after your lieutenant. He’d catch you in briefings, lip pulled between your teeth and eyes glossed over with the fantasy of his head between your thighs. He’d ground out your name, voice laced with venom as you blushed and whispered sincere apologies. The boys were oblivious to you’re pathetic yearning for the lieutenant, already occupied at teasing you for your childlike eagerness.

You got his recommendation, his sloppy handwriting still stained on your file. He’s your superior, the one who taught you how to disassemble and clean your gun in under a minute. His fingers would ghost over your hands, gently correcting your mistakes. Take your time, kid. Do it right or don’t do it at all.

You never learned how to be patient.

You leaned yourself against the bar, eyes sparkling with mischief as he raised an eyebrow to you. Maybe it was the liquid courage that sat heavy in your stomach, or the long nights that stretched themselves between you and your lieutenant - but you couldn’t help but shamelessly hang off of his gaze.

He wore a simple hoodie, eyes still smudged with the familiar black paint you’ve become accustomed to. He smelled like tobacco and liquor, something you’ve been searching for since he left you hot faced and embarrassed at training. You exhale softly, catching his attention as you spoke “Lieutenant, let’s make a deal,”

He cocked an eyebrow, setting his glass on the bar and shifting his frame towards you. He tapped his foot, a smirk hidden behind the mask “all ears, kid.”

You blush at the nickname, pushing aside the intoxicating heat that built itself up. The rest of the team is waiting for you, leaning lazily against the table as you continue to tangle yourself with the lieutenant. “Play a round with me,” you say, glancing back to the pool table. Soap casts a wink across the room, nudging his head for you to come to him.

The lieutenant follows your gaze before he rolls his eyes, swiping up his drink. Uninterested, he looks ahead and ignores your protests. You pout at him with full lips. “C’mon. I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” you breath, head resting in your arm that’s resting against the counter.

“Yeah? How’s that, sweetheart?”

His voice is dark and low, pulling at the seams of you until you’re leaning in. You’ve been waiting for his attention, poorly distracting yourself with everything that isn’t him. He’s here now, waiting for you to slip up and fall straight for him all over again. You feign being lost in thought, humming softly to yourself. “If I win, you let me sleep in for the week,” you reason, pushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

He’s got a sinister smile on his face, not that you can tell. “And if I win? What do I get?”

You shrug, plucking the glass from his hands and kicking it back. The familiar burn of liquor coats your throat, washing down the anxious thoughts and wishful thinking you’ve kept from him. You wipe the stray bourbon at the corner of your mouth, beginning to pull yourself from the bar as the words slip and tumble from your lips.

“Anything you want, sir.”

That’s all it takes for Ghost to abandon his self control at the bar, following you silently like a shadow would to haunt its new home. You’re pressing your thighs together in excitement, mind cloudy with all the little sins of him you’ll need to beg for forgiveness over. You finally have him right where you want him, his attention snagged on the way that you’re pulling him in with that intoxicating figure.

Soap and Gaz are grinning like fools, chatting between themselves as the two of you grow closer to the table. The counters are littered with empty glasses, laughs dancing across the room as you glance over your shoulder, giving the lieutenant an innocent smile that has him wanting the smack it off your face.

The game starts out slow. You’re whispering to Johnny, body leaning into his figure as Ghost stands across the table. He lets you think you know what you’re doing, allowing the warm buzz of alcohol to guide you. You’re laughing with the boys and letting the tension roll off of you. Soaps fingers are pointing to the table, giving directions as you nod to him, eating it up like it’s gonna do you any good.

The lieutenant plays it easy at first, letting the false confidence build in your system as you knock out ball after ball, the grin spreading wide across your face. You’ve never played pool, but he has you thinking you’re a mastermind.

Johnny is adjusting your posture every so often, pressing himself closer to move your grip on the cue. Shot after shot, your head is cloudy with beginner's luck as the lieutenant lets you dwindle him down to nothing.

Ghost is trying to be nice, he really is. You’re looking at him like there’s nothing to hide, as if he’s finally been caught. There’s a fire that burns within him, eyes dancing across your face that’s flush with happiness. Drunk and oblivious, you continue to play like there’s nothing but luck on your side. The smirk is plastered across his face, watching your hips sway gently with the music as you take aim for the next shot.

You think that you’ve finally got his attention, finally able to show him that you’re worth while. He knows it, too.

There’s a hum of excitement that’s coiling within you. The lieutenant is watching, leaning against his pool stick lazily as he waits for you to finish. Your eyes dart to Ghost as you sink another ball, lip caught between your teeth. Soap continues to rub soft circles into your lower back, his touch sending little shivers along your spine. It’s a familiar feeling, but one that you've grown accustomed to with somebody else. Ghost raises an eyebrow as you finish, looking at the table and then to you. Someone like him.

“I’m gonna enjoy that beauty sleep, Lieutenant. Feel like giving up yet?” You tease, breath caught in your throat as he laughs darkly to you. The knot of anxiety is tied, sitting in your stomach as he shakes his head at you. You roll your shoulders, laughs bubbling up from your lips. He’s staring at you like you’re his new favorite pet who’s just done something bad.

He takes aim, the stick held between his fingers as he lines up his shot. The cue pulls back and snaps, slamming into the ball as it flies and connects with a stripe. The ball flies forward, knocking into several others until it sinks into the table.

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, eyes narrowing to him. He shrugs, glancing to Gaz whose patting him on the back. A pout spreads across your lips, shoulders sagging as the inevitable defeat takes ahold of you.

You really shouldn’t place your bets on a losing dog.

It takes the lieutenant three turns to get you down to his level, your brows knitting together in frustration. You’re becoming impatient, irritated at the way your superior is playing with you. His cue smacks into all the stripes he has left, knocking them into the net continuously. At this point, you know you’re gonna lose.

Ghost takes his time though, dragging it out like it’s only the beginning of the night. Little do you know, it most certainly is. He cracks his neck, drumming his fingers along the edge of the table as you make a pathetic attempt to sink the last one. You miss, sighing softly and ignoring the encouragement that Soap whispers to you. You’re uninterested now, playing the waiting game until the lieutenant has decided that he’s finished fucking with you.

Seven minutes later and Gaz is laughing with the lieutenant about his underdog victory at pool. You know better though, Ghost knew exactly how to rile you up to the point you’re practically swimming in irritation and disappointment. Soap tries to say that you played a good game. He asks you to get a drink with him, but you’re staring right at the lieutenant. He holds your gaze, the ominous mask separating you from the smug look on his face. “Call it a lucky strike, sweetheart,” he says casually, eyes ablaze with amusement. Here he was again, never the one to play fair with you.

You shrug off Soaps hands, drifting to the bathroom with a pout spread across your full lips. The laughter of your teammates grows distant, drowned out by the music and the disappointment that settles across your face. The alcohol burns in your system, frustration growing as you slam open the door and let it swing closed behind you.

The single stall bathroom is cool, the gentle breeze from a cracked window caressing your skin. You feel annoyed, almost a little sad at the way you were so publicly embarrassed by your superior. Letting loose a breath, you hop up onto the shallow counter and dig through your pockets for the crushed pack of cigarettes.

The countertop is cold against your thighs, legs swinging absentmindedly as you fish for a lighter. Your head leans against the wall, mind foggy with defeat as you continue to kick yourself for ever doubting the lieutenant.

He’s making his way to you like a phantom, ignoring the shouts of protests from his team as he grows eager with desire. Anything he wants. It rings in his ear like a sweet melody, reminding him of the sickeningly sweet feeling of your cunt wrapped around his dick. Ghost isn’t thinking straight, head cloudy with bourbon and all the little touches that have been given to you by everyone but him. He’s got it bad.

A knock sounds at the door as the cigarette hangs delicately from your lips. You frown, huffing in frustration, “occupied,” you state, flicking the lighter to life and watching the flame dance. You drag it towards you, the flame barely licking the tobacco before your head whips up and towards the door.

There isn’t a second knock. He enters without hesitation, kicking the door closed behind him - but he doesn’t lock it. Ghost has a dark look in his eyes that reminds you of when his hand was wrapped around your throat like it was his favorite thing to do. It is. Your brows knit together in a mix of confusion and irritation, eyes rolling as you speak, “come to gloat, sir?”

He laughs, pulling the cigarette from your fingers and letting it drop to the tile. You sigh, hands dropping in your lap as he stands in front of you. “Well? Hurry up and spit it out - Soap wants to get-” you start to speak, moving to grab your things until the lieutenant places his hands on both your knees.

“Johnny wants to fuck you - and it’s a bloody shame that I’m here first,” he spits, digging his fingers into your thighs as you blink up at him. “Didn’t even give me the chance to fuck you over the table, sweetheart. Why’d you leave so soon?” He’s towering over you, eyes peering down onto your pretty little face with a playful smile on your lips. The familiar wet pool spreads between your thighs at his touch, breaths becoming shallow as he leans in closer. His breath is fanning across your ear, cheeks turning crimson at the close contact.

His hands travel upwards, your legs shaking with excitement at the touch that you’ve been starved of. One of them drifts up to the back of your neck, holding you in place so you’re forced to look at the haunting stare he’s giving you.

God, you feel like killing yourself just to stay in heaven with him. It’s a shame that he’s the devil.

“I’ve been trying to make my way to you all night,” Ghost states, his hand travelling to grip the base of your neck as you sit there pretty and patient for him. The cool press of his knife is back, thighs squeezing together to stop the wetness from dripping down your legs. The touch sends shivers down your spine, eyes locked onto his as he pushes up the hem of your dress and spreads your legs open for him.

“Sorry - Johnny’s been keeping me busy,” you breathe, biting back moans as his fingers dance along the inside of your upper thigh. He laughs darkly, slamming your head into the mirror behind you and leaning in close. The knife stays put against your throat, and he lets the blade dance along your skin until you’re whimpering pathetically.

His voice is low and tantalizing which has a familiar heat building between your thighs that rub together in excitement. Ghost presses harder into your neck, a sinister smirk spreading across his face.**

“Best keep that wishful thinking to yourself, sweetheart. I’d hate to make you cry,”

“Yes sir,” you breath, the blind obedience taking hold of you as he lets his fingers drift higher and higher up your thigh. He pushes your head into the mirror, fingertips rubbing softly into your panties as a moan softly pulls itself from your lips.

He chuckles darkly to himself, fingers digging into your clit at the sound of your moans that send him straight to hell. “Good girl,” he muses, two digits rubbing your wet panties over your clit in a way that has your knees weak.

Ghost moves his grip to the back of your head, pulling at your hair as you whimper from the pain, “did you miss me, love? I bet you’re still wet from the last time I ruined you,” he teases, dipping a finger past your panties and slicking himself with your wetness.

Your head falls back onto his hand that’s gripping your hair, eyes rolling back and another moan sounding in his ears. “Uh-huh,” you say softly, hands balling into fists and knuckles turning white with pure and unfiltered desire. “Missed you so much - please, please, please-”

“Get on your knees if you’re gonna beg for me.”

So you do - without hesitation and as quickly as you can without seeming too eager. Your knees dig into the tiled floor, chin tilted up and eyes wide like a little fawn. His dick is twitching in his pants, bulge growing prominent as your mouth waters at the way he’s staring down at you with adoration. You wanted this, to see his eyes light up with a knowing heat that he just can’t seem to smother out.

Your hands lift to his belt, holding his gaze as he casually leans against the counter, hands bracing himself on either side. He lets you undo the buckle, slipping the hem of his clothes down until the swollen tip of his dick greets you. Your mouth is watering, almost drooling at the way he’s waiting for your pretty lips to wrap around him. You take a moment to stroke his shaft clumsily, fingers rubbing the precum onto his head as he lets a groan loose.

“C’mon then, suck my cock like the filthy slut you are,” Ghost spits out, his hand digging into your hair and tugging until you’re blinking back tears. You nod against his touch, lips splitting open and tongue falling out for him. He grips the counter harder, muttering filthy curses to himself as you lick his tip.

Wrapping your lips around his shaft, you suck him slowly, head bobbing along his dick as he guides your head with his hands buried in your hair. Your cheeks are hollowed, eyes fluttering closed as you let him fuck you mouth inch by devastating inch.

He’s watching you drag your lips along him, breath coming out heavy at the way your mouth wraps around him like it’s made for it. You were humming softly against his dick, and Ghost felt the control slip and shatter. His head hangs back, groans ripping themselves from his chest as you quicken the pace, bobbing your head and sucking. “Bloody hell,” he rasps, forcing your face into the base of him as you choke on his dick. “Fucking bitch, look at you sucking my cock.”

You hum against him, soft gargling sounding from your throat as he continues to push himself deeper inside your mouth. Ghost is becoming undone before you, his fist banging into the countertop and hips bucking against your tongue. You’re licking his tip, hands clawing at his abdomen and little wide eyes that make him abandon all rationalization and morals behind him.

Pulling yourself from his tip, you take a moment to catch your breath and stare up at him with mischief painting your features. “Could’ve been Johnny’s, if you weren’t so selfish,” you mumble, savoring the way his eyes turn a shade darker. He presses the tip of his boot in between your thighs and rubs harshly. Your hips lift themselves up, grinding down onto his boot and letting a soft moan out.

“You’re a rotten fucking brat, you know that?” He snarls, his free hand coming to force your jaw open, “I’ll make sure everyone knows what a filthy eager whore you are for me,” he says, laughing at the way you grind down on his boot and roll your hips. “My little rotten princess,” he muses.

Heaven would never open its door for you after this. And if it meant you’d spend the rest of your life on your knees for him, you’d do anything to stay there.

The soft sounds of groans and a slick wet sucking sound from the bathroom, though its muffled over the thrum of life in the bar. Inside, you’re eagerly on your knees, slowly lapping at your lieutenants cock like its candy. He’s pulling your hair harshly, pushing your head onto his dick and admiring the way you happily open your mouth for him. Ghost feels a wave of pleasure crash through him, and he’s smiling like an idiot as you gag and choke on him, still grinding down onto his boot that’s now wet from your cunt.

“Fuck - you’re such a filthy whore,” he says, pushing your head to move faster with a death grip on your hair. Tears are forming at the corner of your eyes, breaths stolen from you as he continues to fuck your mouth with a hunger you haven’t seen from him before. He almost seems desperate, his hips bucking to meet your wet lips covered in spit.

You’re drooling now, humming against him and letting tears roll down your cheeks softly. Bouncing on his boot, you grind and roll softly into the touch. He’s shaking his head at you, dark amusement brewing in his eyes as you slide your tongue under his dick.

“Gonna cry me a river, love?” He questions, ripping your lips from him and pulling your hair down until you’re forced to look up at him with tears in your eyes. You’re struggling to breathe, eyes blinking away the black spots as you attempt to catch your breath “'m sorry, Simon. I promise I’ll be good - just for you.”

“I know you will, princess. I taught you better than this,” he states, gripping your jaw and savoring the sickeningly sweet blush that creeps up onto your cheeks. You’re soaked through, lips wobbling and wet with spit as you continue to twitch under his gaze. It’s been a long week without him, and you’re eager to make up for lost time.

Your heart swells in your chest as Ghost pulls you to your feet and slams you down against the counter with your ass in the air. His hands greedily push up the hem of your dress, fingers immediately dipping into your wet heat as a sigh sounds from behind you. Your face is pressed against the mirror, hands trapped under your chest as Ghost curls two fingers inside you and drags them until you’re shaking beneath him.

His touch is rough, impatient and demanding. You take it with ease, eyes fluttering closed as the familiar pleasure clouds your senses. You can hear the crowd of people outside the door, drunken laughter and slurred conversation mixing with the music. But you’re in here, tangling yourself with the devil as he pulls the most sinister moans from you. He continues to finger you, giving a harsh smack to your ass that causes you to jump.

Your cheek is pressed harsh against the mirror, cries falling free from your lips as the lieutenant pulls his fingers from you. He grabs a fistful of your hair, tears streaming down your cheeks as he sends another smack against your skin. He rubs the tip of his dick against your wet folds, and you’re struggling to hold back moans of pleasure that he’s robbing from you.

His tip presses up against your entrance, your hips wiggling and bucking up against the touch as you whimper for him. He’s pushing the tip into you slowly, watching the way that you unravel at the seams and beg for him to move.

A knock sounds at the bathroom door, and it pulls you from the burning desire that’s pooled between your legs as Ghost edges himself into you. He drags your hair back, and you can see him through the mirror as he glances at the door curiously. “Been in there a while, kid. Everything okay?” Soap's familiar voice sounds through the door. His hand jiggles the doorknob, the movement sending pure panic through you.

You freeze, skin turning pale as you wiggle against Ghost to free yourself. His hand clamps down on your waist, keeping you in place as you look to him with fear in your eyes. “He’s gonna come in!” You hiss, pushing against his touch. The lieutenant rolls his eyes, continuing to edge himself in you. Inch by inch, you’re letting him slip in as your teammate stands anxiously outside the door. He nudges a foot against the bottom of the door, keeping it in place.

“Tell him you’re busy, love” Ghost whispers against your cheek, rocking his hips into you. His knife is dragging itself up your spine, settling against your throat once more. Glancing to the door with your lip caught between your teeth, you let out a shaking sigh as the lieutenant lazily fucks you over the bathroom counter. You’d be dead if you were caught. God knows what he would do to you - and god isn’t here to save you as you dance with the devil.

“M’ fine, just got an upset stomach,” you say, eyes squeezing shut as Ghost slowly pulls out of you, only to slam back in, your head knocking against the mirror. “Need any help?” Soap asks through the door, causing Ghost to chuckle to himself quietly. Quite the opposite, actually. “I’m okay, be out in a minute,” you breathe, biting down on your hand to keep the scream from spilling past your lips.

“Good girl, don’t want him to know my cock is buried in you - yeah, sweetheart?” The lieutenant teases, letting you roll your hips back into him as he continues thrusting. Embarrassing slick wet sounds are being pulled from your needy cunt, and you’re tightening around him as he smacks your ass, now red from his handprint. He lets you shiver under the cool touch of his knife, admiring the way you twitch under him before he slips the blade back to his side.

You’re squirming and twitching on your superior's cock, letting tears of happiness spill onto your skin as he picks up the pace to fuck you harder. His hips are smacking into you, pushing you against the wall as he lets a hand snake around your throat and squeezes harshly. “Please, please, please - Simon, don’t stop - 'm so wet,” you mumble against the glass, grinding your hips into his to desperately search for the friction that you crave.

Ghost mutters curses under his breath, digging his fingers into your neck “you’re filthy, my nasty little slut - takin’ my cock so well, love. I wanna feel your little cunt wrap around me when you cum,” he spits, shoving your face into the mirror and letting his free hand rub circles into your clit. You’re seeing stars - pleasure building itself up and tangling in your stomach as the lieutenant forcefully slams into you. “Tell me that you deserve it - show me what a good girl you are,” Simon says sweetly, admiring the way you moan and melt under his touch.

He feels it too - the familiar knot of tension that has you both pining after one another. Ghost is becoming sloppy, his pace uneven and grip around your neck tightening to an uncontrollable pressure that has you reeling. “Mm-hmm, I promise, Simon - anything you want, I’ll be a good little slut,” you whine. He’s smiling under the mask, adoration and lust flooding his senses as your little cunt squeezes around him in a desperate attempt to find release.

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty little pussy, sweetheart-” he breathes into your ear, locking eyes with you in the mirror as his fingers rub your wet clit. You nod weakly, already accepting whatever he’ll give to you. “Take it, princess. Let daddy see you cum on his cock,”

You’re coming undone, wiggling your hips against his and letting the pleasure rock through you as he smashes your face into the wall, thrusting harder with every second that passes. “Simon - Simon, please. Fuck, it feels so good,” you whine against him, biting your tongue as the orgasms rips itself from you and crashes over like a wave. You’re twitching and shivering, letting your cum slick and coat his dick that continues to pump in you. “What a good girl - fuckin’ hell.”

He’s smiling to himself, riding out your own orgasm as he follows closely behind. The way you throw your head back, nails dragging onto the countertops has him spiraling out of control. Johnny could never, he thinks to himself. You’re hanging onto his dick like it's a lifeline, whimpering and moaning softly under him.

He’s sick with pleasure, shoulders tensing and biting at his lip as you squeeze and tighten around his cock. Ghost pulls at your hair, slamming his hips into you and pulling back out quickly - only to return a second later with a growl being robbed from his chest as he cums inside you.

The lieutenant rocks slowly into you, riding out his orgasm as you struggle to catch your breath. A thick tension hangs between the two of you, Ghost giving your ass another harsh smack. He lets himself go soft in you, a little disappointed to be pulling out of you so soon. His forehead rests against your back, hand still continuing to grip your throat. His breath fans hot against your back, sweat glistening your skin from the contact of him pressed against you.

“Gonna go crawl back to Johnny with my cum still inside you?” He questions, grabbing a handful of your ass as you glance over your shoulder, a smile playing at your lips. “Uh-huh,” you breathe, letting him peel you away from the countertop and hold you in his arms. He rests his chin along the top of your head, staring at you through the mirror as his thumb rubs soft circles into your throat.

“You think he heard?” You whisper against his skin, head falling against his chest as he laughs behind you.

He twists you to face him, the mask still hiding the smirk that is plastered on his face. You look up at him with curious little eyes that are still glossy from the pleasure that he pulled from you. He cups your face, holding your gaze as the gentle beat of your hearts begin to go out of sync.

“I’m counting on it, love.”

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undercoverpena · 1 year

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You truly are too good to us, darlin. 😘 In regards to the #mmvalentinesevent, anything soft between Squid and Soap (especially with his hands). But please, do not feel obligated to do so. I still have to get caught up on your Squid fics, so I'll be more than satisfied for a while. Much love 💛

hands and stars

soap mactavish x f!reader (squid!reader)

warnings: written on phone ha! || wc: 1.1k

He likes the feel of her hands in his.

The way they feel smaller, more delicate. Yet, still so powerful. Soap had seen them disassemble and assemble a gun in record speed; he’d watch them shove men twice her size.

He’d also witnessed how gentle they could be, how they’d press against his cheek and make his pulse quicken. How they’d ball up lightly in his top as she slept, silencing any fears or doubts, ridding negative thoughts away.

When they entwine with his things make sense.

Just like it did when she kissed him down the side of the pub, when she held him close and told him it had always been him.

They had magic in them—her hands—he was sure of it. Not just for the way they make him feel, how they can get him groaning. No, it’s the way they vanish phantom pains and make his skin warm.

“What you doing?”

He smiles, soft—almost to the point it’s barely seen. “Shh, lass.”

He turns one of her hands over, placing his other hand over the top of hers. She feels soft, silken. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, feeling the evidence of scars and healed bones.

If he could, he’d never let go. He’d hold her hand in his until he was forced to part—sometimes, he was. When distance spread between them, miles and miles add into the hundreds.

Now, their backs are pressed against the building wall, fighting the shivers up their spine. The only bit of silence and peace they’ve been able to enjoy in several days.

She doesn’t roll her eyes, but he can tell she wants to. Her freehand pulling at the blanket haphazardly thrown over their legs. Creating the thinnest gap, just enough for the cold to creep in and peck at his legs.

“I hate this.”

“Me holdin’ y’hand?”

She smirks, resting her head on his shoulder, snuggling closer. “No. The fact it’s so cold I don’t even want to joke about fuckin’ you under the stars.”

“Aye… they’re pretty bloody stars, too.”

Turning her head, her eyes—with their own galaxy swirling within them—meet his. “Not as pretty as you.”

“Y’flatter me—“

“I’m trying to woo you.”

It blossoms slowly, his smile. Rids any evidence of a growing smirk, making his cold lips crack from how wide they spread.

“Already wooed, hen.”

He tightens his hold on her hand, squeezing it as he presses a kiss to her forehead. It’s sudden, the feeling of her cold skin against his lips. A huge temperature shift, having already been sure he knew what cold was until he felt it on her skin.

“Mar, y’freezing!”

“We’re sat outside looking at fuckin’ stars, Johnny. What did you expect?”

He lets go, swapping her hand for her waist, pulling her as flush as she can go, and tucking her head under his chin.

She’s perfect. He thinks it so often, but more so the way she fits into him like this. The stars are twinkling above him, but he just wants to stare at her—watch her. Each rise of her lips into one of her winning smirks, dissect each colour that makes up her eyes.

It didn’t creep up on him. He’d thrown open the door for her, let her in—allowed her to become home for him. Something he’s forever grateful he’s the same for her. Her sleepy whispers of him being her safe place, her home, her person.

When she’d first said them, they’d made him feel invincible. Until she sucker punched him in the jaw for being reckless, idiotic—and more words he tries to forget. The same as he chooses to erase how her eyes had sharpened, tears bubbling in the corners.

“You don’t get to make me fall in love with you, and then pull shit like that, MacTavish.”

Her hand slides up his chest, palm flush over his heart. He wonders if she feels it, the heavy thump that’s all for her.

“Y’do that a lot. Place y’hand there.”

It’s silent for a while, his eyes looking up—finding the brightest one, watching it shimmer and shine. Her fingers drawing a shape against his top, the fabric rubbing against his chest.

“I like feeling it—your heartbeat.” She lifts her head, staring into him. “Like having the evidence you’re alive.”

Words catch against his teeth, his throat suddenly dries. His own hand wanted to reach out, brush against her cheek and press a thousand I love you’s against her lips. Tell her he’s not leaving her, not now he’s got her—not after waiting so long to do so.

But, he gets lost in her eyes. Has done since he first got the chance to see them up close—had them be the first thing he sees when he wakes and the last thing at night.

He had always thought it’d be a smile he’d fall in love with, having always noticed them. Until he saw Squid’s eyes when she laughed—when they found him across a room and silenced every sound.

Blinking, he finds her staring. That knowing smile written over her face as if she knows what he’s thinking. She probably does, knowing Mari. Her fingers balled up over the space above his chest, as his own hand rose to take it, bringing it to his lips.

“Since you dragged us out there, you going to look at the stars at some point tonight?”

“Nah,” he whispers, pulling her hand back under the blanket. “Rather stare at the prettiest thing out ‘ere.”

She smirks, sinking down, finding her place under his arm and chin. “Didn’t realise there was a reflection out here.”

“Ay, give ova’ will yer.”

She laughs, until it fades into silence, quickly followed by the softest whisper: “Thank you... for tonight, Johnny.”

“Yer welcome, Squid.”

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, tightening his hold on her as they sit under the stars. Listening to her breathing soften, watching the condensation from it bleed into the air.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Mar.”

She shifts, ever so slightly. “Shh, baby.”

He smiles. One wider than he’s done for a while, pressing his grin to her hairline, feeling her relax—the most perfect feeling in the world.

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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Shadow & Light

Simon "Ghost" Riley X M!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Hi, I saw someone in a search somewhere say there wasn't enough Ghost x M!Readers so I will remedy it <3 -Thorne

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Ghost couldn’t really call him a kid. Hell, he was only a few years younger than Soap was. But he was the newbie on the 141 and hadn’t seen a day of fighting in his life. Wet around the ears with nothing commendable in his file but a college degree and a few years working at a police department where Ghost suspected he was the janitor and not an officer. Ghost had no clue in hell why Price even got him selected for the team. He wasn’t even special forces of any kind. Just a seemingly plain human being. Cowardly too, he’d concluded. Ghost had watched Soap do training exercises with him just to see how decent he was, and the entire time they were in the ring, the newbie evaded every hit and never once struck out. The newbie couldn’t even fucking fire a gun correctly without shaking. Ghost and Soap had ultimately decided if there was ever a chance that would bring the newbie to battle with them, they’d die if their lives were in his hands.

How wrong he’d been.

It had only taken a week of running the newbie ragged before Ghost took the issue to Price; the Captain didn’t even look up when he barged into his office and, “The kid’s gotta go.”

“Why’s that?” Price asked, lifting the coffee cup to his lips, acting as if he had no idea why Ghost was pissed.

“He’s shit at fighting. He’s a liability. We’re fucked if he’s ever on the mission with us.”

He nodded in agreement. “True statements. He has no self-defense skills besides basic training and is potentially a liability.”

“Then why? If the 141 is made up of the best of the best, why is some fresh newbie here with us?”

Price looked at him. “Have you even sat down and talked to him? And I mean talk, not as Ghost, but as Simon. One human to another?”

“No.”

“Might I suggest trying that route?”

“He’s useless, Price.”

“To you. But you haven’t seen his abilities yet.”

“Like what?” Ghost scoffed. “Being a complete moronic coward?”

Price grinned and waved him off. “You’re dismissed Lieutenant.”

Ghost wanted to argue but his Captain’s voice booked no room for arguments, and he grunted, turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him.

***

Ghost avoided the newbie like a plague. Let Soap and Gaz deal with him whenever he had questions or training. He was going to stand his ground on the issue, and he knew Price was going to agree and let the newbie go at some point, but for some god forsaken reason the kid stuck around despite it all.

He watched though. And he had to admit, what he lacked in ability and skill, he made up for in personality. Everyone liked him. He smiled and laughed and joked and brought a brightness to the team that Ghost hadn’t seen in quite some time. The 141 was men and women whose friendships were forged in battle and yet this kid, this useless newbie, brought out a light in their darkness. Ghost didn’t trust him, but he did respect him for it. He'd managed to get himself stuck on weapons cleaning with him though.

***

“Thanks for volunteering to help me clean equipment, Lieutenant,” the newbie said, dragging an oiled rag over the gun. “It would’ve taken me forever to clean all this by myself.”

Ghost’s hands had frozen on the knife he’d been sharpening, eyes narrowing as he connected the dots of the sudden shift in rotation of cleaning duty. Price. He thought and glared at the blade as he continued to sharpen.

“Sir, can I ask you a few questions? Nothing personal, of course, just…some things I’ve been wondering.”

Ghost grunted.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He racked the pistol a few times with a practiced ease, something that caught Ghost’s attention as he put the gun back together and disassembled the next with expert hands. “You don’t talk much. Not super friendly either. Then again, I understand the necessity of arm’s length in a job like this.” He started oiling the rag. “Why don’t you talk?”

Ghost saw his reflection in the silver of the knife. “If there’s nothing to say, why speak?”

“Hmm…you speak when you need to, quiet all else.” He continued wiping the gun down. “You remind me of my father. A man of many deeds, but few words.”

Ghost had watched him rack the gun again and put it together before starting on the third and that’s when he decided to ask, “How do you know how to clean weapons?”

The newbie looked up, eyes wide. “Huh?”

“You can’t shoot for shit, yet you can take apart and put together a gun in less than a minute.” Ghost carefully adjusted the knife in his grip, the motion not going unnoticed by either, especially when the newbie’s eyes flickered down and back up. “One chance,” was all he warned.

“Well done, Simon,” he chuckled, setting the gun down before reclining in his chair, hands behind his head as he leaned back. “It’s only taken you two months to figure out.”

Ghost watched him, eyes narrowed carefully.

“Name’s Renegade, at least that’s what the CIA calls me when they need me.” He seemed extremely nonchalant about admitting he was a spy. “Laswell’s my aunt. Adopted aunt of course, but still family. When I was looking for a transfer, she offered the 141 as a new station.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” he replied. “I’m counterterrorism, Simon. I hide away in secret places, slowly picking at regimes for information until I can stand back and watch them crumble internally. This little group seems like the perfect place to hide and run around with.”

“You’re a rat.”

He shrugged. “Perhaps. But I’m a well-paid rat who sleeps at night knowing he does what he’s supposed to.”

“How many innocents has your intelligence killed?” Ghost questioned and Renegade gave him a look.

“Probably as many as your hands have.” He waved a hand. “I’m not here to be liked Simon, and believe me, it’s obvious you don’t like me. You act like a constipated teenager the way you ignore me. Almost as if you like me.” Standing, he didn’t even flinch as Ghost did too. “But I am here as a counterintelligence officer under Laswell and Price, so you’ll just have to deal with it.” Ghost stood in his way of the door, and he simply tilted his head in exasperation. “Really? You’re gonna threaten me?”

“Oh no,” Ghost warned. “I don’t make threats.” He raised the knife, pointing it to Renegade’s throat. “I’m watching you.”

Renegade stepped closer until the knife dug into his skin and he flirted, “Oh, Simon, you can do more than watch. My door’s always open.” Winking, he bypassed Ghost and walked out of the door and Ghost threw the knife after him, planting it in the wall. “Missed me~”

***

The door slamming open startled both and Ghost griped, “You did not tell me he was fucking CIA.” His eyes found Laswell’s and he pointed at her. “He’s your fucking nephew, isn’t he?”

“What’s he done now?” Laswell sighed.

Ghost scoffed, throwing his hands in the air as he looked at the two of them. “You brought more CIA into the 141? Are you out of your fucking minds? He cannot be trusted.”

“Why’s that?” Price asked.

“Because there isn’t anything stopping the CIA from going rogue and doing fuck knows what because they feel like it. What if an offer of enemy secrets comes up in exchange for one of us? You really think he wouldn’t take it?” he glared at Price. “Really?”

Laswell sat up. “Renegade’s not a traitor, Lieutenant.”

“Right, as if the CIA isn’t a giant fucking organization built on traitors.”

By this time, Renegade had wandered up behind him. “No, Simon’s got a point. The CIA is notorious for having traitors in their ranks.” The three jumped as Renegade stepped inside and handed Laswell a file. “I don’t think your Lieutenant likes me much, Captain Price.”

“No shit,” he retorted and looked at the two of them, one glowering, the other a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Both of you, get out. Go sort this out somewhere I’m not. Simon, he’s here to stay. Renegade, if you lie to us or turn, I’ll pull your heart out your ass myself.”

“Duly noted,” Renegade commended.

“But Cap—”

“Go.”

***

Ghost stomped down the hallway with Renegade on his heels, and he could fucking feel the smirk on the spy’s face as he strode. “You really don’t like CIA, do you, Simon?”

He spun, backing Renegade up a wall as he growled, “Do not call me Simon.”

“Everyone else knows your name, Simon. It’s no secret.”

“My friends, know my name. You don’t know me.”

“I know everything about you,” he replied with a secretive smile. “I could probably tell you more about yourself than you even know.”

“You’re barking up the wrong fucking tree,” Ghost warned, slate eyes narrowed in coldness.

“Oh, I don’t bark,” Renegade countered. “Barking is for dogs who want attention. I bite. Much like you do.” He tipped his head to the side. “You’re like Batman, Ghost. Thriving off the fear of your prey. If they’re terrified of the shadows, you have the upper hand, but I am your Hal Jordan, Simon Riley. I am the man without fear, and I am not scared of you.”

Ghost glared at him, then the anger left his eyes, replaced by a stony indifference as he stood up straight; without a second glance, he left Renegade leaning against the wall, the spy’s words replaying in his head over and over and over again.

Oh ho, how wrong he’d been.

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Drowning In The Depths

Yall wanted it, so here ya go. Fulfilling my poll duties

Part 4

Pairing: Price x Male!Reader

WC: 20.7k

Synopsis: Interrogation done. Time to meet the team, make him jealous, be a thot, be an idiot, refuse to elaborate, leave, take your punishment like a man

Warnings: NSFW 18+, I promise it's there, it's just at the end. Daddy Price taking what's his down there

"Here," the young Brit held out your duffel bag to you. Taking it you give him a questioning look wondering where he'd even gotten it which prompted him to glance at Soap and Ghost over by a table. "They grabbed it from your apartment," you shot a look at the two, watching as Ghost grabbed the barrel from the disassembled sniper rifle out of the other man's hand with a shake of his head. Soap in turn just grabbed another piece of the gun until Ghost finally redirected his attention to something on the screen before rearranging the pieces how he wanted them.

It was humorous to watch the two as you changed into a t-shirt and a pair of thicker pants this time. They seemed so far from similar but in a way that drew them together endearingly. Ghost distracted him so easily with something else to avoid the Scotsman tearing apart the careful puzzle of the gun he had disassembled earlier. He made sure to turn around and arrange it just perfectly where it went according to his obsessive mind. Even doing it quick enough that when the Scotsman turned back to say something else Ghost was already right behind him, nodding along as if he’d been there the whole time.

Returning your attention to Gaz you threw the bag under the desk still occupied by Cerberus who was watching Gaz cautiously while you changed. Well to be specific they were both staring at one another with the skepticism of well known rivals. The two seemed overtly distrustful of one another in a way that made even you uncomfortable. It was a bad precedent to set, bad blood couldn't be allowed to fester otherwise it might make Cerberus more inclined to be distrustful of even more strangers in the future. Certainly not something you were about to let happen. Especially if you were strapping with their team over the border into a more than dangerous area that could explode at any moment.

Before Gaz could make a run for it, from Cerberus, you cleared your throat and drew his eyes to you instead of the dog, "I'm sorry he went after you." True or not it didn't matter, you were still kind of annoyed that he hit you over the head but at the same time Cerberus had gotten your share. The past was the past, live in your three foot world and control what you could right now. And right now you could control their relationship moving forward, "If it's alright with you I'd like to get him a little more acquainted with the team, starting with you. If he's not having to decide whether your scent is friendly or not he won't be distracted, could keep us from getting blown sky high."

The Brit pursed his lips and took half a step back not quite sure he wanted to be a part of this, which you had to be honest was fair enough. You could see the look in his eyes, he was about to refuse and before he could outright say no you felt a warm presence at your back. The voice that made you tense sounded right beside your ear as he said, "I'll go first then, Speck." John came around your side, a hand sliding across the small of your back and nearly drawing out a plea for more from you before his sharp look froze your mouth and vocal cords. He was standing between you and Gaz now, blocking the other man's sight of your flustered look.

A quick swallow had you glancing between Cerberus and John trying to reign in the thoughts that were running wild in your mind. He was officially getting to you, and you'd been able to deny it until the moment that he put that large, warm hand in a place he never should have. God you were losing yourself to the possibility, the desire for more. If it weren't for the men in this room and that fact you'd just gotten yourself stitched up you'd shove him onto the nearest desk and be done with all these pent up frustrations. But you couldn't, please God give you the strength not to tear him apart. A damn tease is what he was being now, and one with the ability to back it up. Please back it up.

No, damnit you are a professional with the ability to focus and not some horny fifteen year old who's about to lose his virginity. Chill the fuck out and answer with words not a damn look, "Uh yeah, that's fine. Perfect actually." Your eyes shot down at the dog before you finally managed to remember the command, "Achtung." The intense chocolate gaze shot to you immediately, alert and ready for whatever you had to say next. You turned your gaze back to the Captain and held out your hand, "Alright lemme see your hand then." Another near refusal, hesitation obvious in his eyes. He'd been completely ok with the idea of touching the dog, but the act of touching you when he wasn't the instigator was a completely different story. "Come on, Cap I ain't got all day. You wanted to go first so let's go," Gaz beside him was smirking now and when you all noticed Soap and Ghost's quietness the man sighed and dropped his palm onto yours.

His face began to redden as you flipped his hand over with a smirk, facing his palm up to the ceiling. If he was so worried about embarrassing himself should have just asked instead of assuming. You were finally getting your payback for when he had Ghost search your pockets instead of him. And you had every intention of this being only the beginning. Guiding his hand closer to Cerberus's nose you turned your attention to the dog and said, "Duft." The Dutchie pushed his wet nose into the man's palm taking quick, short breaths. You let your own hand drop away from Price's then, watching Cerberus lick at the callused palm as he familiarized himself with the new scent. The new friend you were providing him with.

Cerberus lifted his head a bit and then laid his jaw onto John's palm, looking up at the tall brunette with eyes that could melt glacial ice. You leaned up to the Brit's ear and whispered low, breath sliding across the shell of his ear, "Tell him 'Pfote'." Blue hues flicked to you, catching a heat there different from the anger you'd been subjected to since you'd first seen him again. Oh yeah, there was that look you were trying to find. The beginning of his undoing if you played your cards right. Two could play at this game of teasing John, your move Brit.

John didn't give anyone else the time to see his momentary weakness though before he turned those blue depths down to Cerberus and said gruffly, "Pfote." Cerberus pushed himself up to sit in front of the tall man before he lifted a paw and dropped into Price's palm.

You smiled at the dog before running your hand over his head and muttering a quick, "Braver Hund!" That had his tail sweeping over the desk with such rapidity you were sure he was about to cause a tornado with it. When you turned your gaze back around John was halfway across the room with his back to you as he looked down at something he'd been fiddling with earlier. For all intents and purposes he was removed from your reach once again, and this time at his own discretion rather than yours.

There was a part of you that longed to have told that piece of shit on the phone to go to hell eight months ago. Maybe if you'd stuck around, if you hadn't been forced to go flying halfway across the world you might have been able to find some happiness there. That would have been nice, that's for sure. Even if you'd lost your job, your livelihood, part of you felt like he might have been worth it. That those heated looks, his ability to always know exactly what to say, and the outstanding way he knew how to use every bit of you, all of that might have just been worth it.

Your gaze turned back to the dog, not wanting to let yourself linger too much for fear the others would see if they hadn't already. A shy voice in front of you that you hadn't heard yet caught your attention, "Hallo." Shock took hold of you as your eyes ran up the hooded man in front of you. Good God where did they get this one from!? "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" His question was lost on you for the most part, and not only because you were so taken aback by the giant's sudden appearance.

There were many languages you were fluent in and had basic knowledge of, but most Latin based languages were lost on you save for Spanish. Just as most Germanic languages fell into that same category, all except for your native English tongue. You'd only realized your proficiency with languages when learning Spanish in high school as is required. The Navy had only provided you with the resources and necessity to further that knowledge and proficiency.

Uncomfortable silence had the tall man taking a step back slowly, slipping back into the shadows of the unlit sections of the room like he was about to bolt. How hadn't you noticed him before now? The shadows didn't really hide him that well and you were certain you hadn't been that distracted by John. Especially not to have noticed the young, ginger man behind the taller one as well. "Sorry I don't know what you said, do ya speak English?"

Even under the hood you could see that big head tilt and you worried for a moment you'd already made a faux-pas without even realizing it. Being social was so difficult when you usually only had to worry about your tone of voice rather than the words you were saying. Cerberus typically couldn't give two shits about what exactly was coming out of your mouth so long as you didn't sound upset. The small ginger man behind the tall one finally alleviated your worry with an easy smile and a quick, "He does yeah. He was just wondering if ye spoke German." You caught a comforting touch from the smaller man that was so subtle you nearly missed it, but it was there.

Huh, another Scot. So the tally now was three Brits, two Scots, and a German. You eyed the rest of the building carefully again, or what you could see of it anyway from your spot in this one room. No one else, so you weren't missing these men, you weren't that cenile yet. They were, in fact, just coming out of the walls then like carpenter bees drilling through the wood of your shed. Good to know. "I'm Watcher, by the way. I handle all the tech stuff, and I love yer dog. He's a beauty," the ginger stepped closer, but stopped with an unsure look towards you as if waiting for your permission to meet Cerberus. Probably a good idea if you were being honest.

The little Scotsman spoke so easily to you, it was kind of laughable how nonchalant he was about both you and the dog. Especially compared to everyone else's reaction. Then again you hadn't tried to shoot, scare, maim, or sleep with either of these two new guys so that might have helped the ease with which they approached you. When you held out a hand the young man readily put his into yours, excitement lighting up his face at the idea of finally getting to meet the dog. "Cerberus," chocolate hues focused on you before you issued the command just like before, "Duft." His nose inched closer sniffing until he was pressing into Watcher's palm and licking at his lithe fingers.

The young man was positively giddy at the sight, "Can I pet him? Christ," his r seemed to roll on forever, "Please tell me I can pet him." You gave a quick nod in answer watching the young man's other hand slide immediately over the Dutchie's big, black head. Scratching behind his ears, down his neck, and into the thick fur between his shoulder blades. When Cerberus' nose tilted up from the young man's hand and you watched the long, pink tongue dive out for Watcher's chin you half expected him to retreat from him. Instead he merely lifted his face a bit before shaking his head and whispering, "Nein." Then he placed a quick kiss on his forehead and forced himself back, "Your turn Koni." The bright blue eyes shifted up to the hooded man who had been watching the interaction the whole time.

"Koni?" You asked before you could stop yourself, if only you could just keep your mouth shut, that’d be nice. That was an unusual call sign but maybe it meant something in German that you didn't know.

The large hood shook back and forth in answer to you before he said, "No actually. You can call me Konig." He didn't elaborate any further on the name situation though. It was a bit long to be a call sign, in your experience one syllable words were about all a tier one operator had time to mutter in the heat of things. But, staring up at the tall man, you decided it wasn't worth the trouble you'd make asking and instead just nodded, Konig it was then.

Holding your hand out he laid his on top of it, repeating the same process you had with both Price and Watcher now. Cerberus took his time before laying his head in the catcher's mitt that was Konig's hand. It made even the Dutch Shepherd's huge head look small which was a feat. Konig gave the dog a few quick scratches on the head before turning your way and asking, "If you don't speak German then why is your dog trained in it?" Well that made you stop and think.

Lips pressed together into a thin line as you tried to come up with an answer. You’d never really thought about it before honestly. It was how you’d been taught and so that's how you did things. Finally, rather than spread some kind of false information to the young man, or you guessed young man since you couldn’t see his face, you simply shrugged. "Honestly I've got no idea. It's just what the Navy taught me so it's what I use. I mean I guess I could use any language really but I'm so used to it now I've never really thought about changing it."

You hadn't even realized what you'd said until John's voice jumped the gap between you with a quick, "You were in the Navy?" Turning so quickly you felt a crick in your neck that had been there for weeks pop and you locked eyes with him, his brunette brows furrowing at you before you gave a hesitant nod of affirmation. He merely huffed at the information before sitting down at his desk and going back to looking at whatever it was he'd been doing a few seconds before.

Had he been doing something though? He noticed the discrepancy between your first meeting and now in a heartbeat, barely even a pause after you stopped talking, he'd voiced his question. So John was listening then, probably watching too when no one else was paying him any attention. You could really make his head spin then if you wanted, a touch here and a whispered word there and he'd be coming unglued from that chair of his. He'd wanted to be a tease up until now so let's be a tease Captain John Price. Glancing at the last three you questioned them all with a quick, "So who's next then?"

They all turned even stares at one another then before Soap finally spoke up, "Well I guess since," there was a slight pause. A hesitation that had the other two narrowing their eyes in silent threats before the Scotsman finally finished, "Since Gaz is already over there ye might as well just have him do it first."

"Agreed," the only other Brit left besides Gaz answered in his thick accent, without so much as a second thought. When you turned to find Gaz though he was giving them both an open mouthed look of betrayal. He’d been handed over, quite literally, to the dogs by his so called friends it would seem.

Oh how fast they turn on one another. The dark skinned man's look of betrayal quickly turned into a flat even stare that just seemed more like he was over it. "You can both go to hell," he shot across the room at the both of them, only for Soap to smirk and shrug and Ghost to remain as emotionally unreadable as he always was with the mask on. He turned to you, "Right let's go then, mate."

When his eyes fixed on you your face took on a disarming smile. Trying your best to soothe his obvious nerves at getting so close to the animal that had already used his arm like a chew toy. "He's not a mean dog Gaz, I swear," the dark hues flicked to the dog with a shake of his head before you held out your hand watching him set the back of his hand in your palm like all the others had so far. His arm was as stiff as a board though, elbow locked like he'd start shaking if he didn’t stay stiff.

Squeezing his hand a bit you caught the quick look that he settled on your face before returning it with a relaxed upturn of your mouth. "You're too tense, man. Gotta loosen up. He reads body language, he knows how you feel." Gaz watched the dog for a few seconds, head tilting as if he was really considering what you were saying. He didn't seem to truly understand though as his focus settled back on you with his hand in yours. The length of your arm was pressed against his and you'd moved your other hand to his opposite shoulder, coming near flush with his back now as you edged him closer to the animal.

His nervous energy was like electricity in your veins after being pent up with frustration for so long now. He glanced at you over his shoulder and caught sight of the relaxed gaze before you whispered, "Someone comes at you, nearly quakin in their boots, with the hand that smacked your daddy across the face looking like they got a metal rod so far up their ass that it has gone through their elbow what are you gonna do? Let them get near enough to touch you? No. That'd freak you out too. That'd look weird and not at all how someone should come up to ya, and that's what he's thinking. Just take a deep breath, relax alright? I swear to you, he's not gonna hurt you. He’s a good boy." You could see the heat flaring on his cheeks as he settled himself against you, or tried to at least.

Surprisingly he seemed to get it this time though as he melted into you, his arm going liquid against yours as you pushed him forward with your other hand until you were both within reach of Cerberus's nose. "Duft," Cerberus looked where you were still holding Gaz's outstretched palm before reaching forward with his wet, sniffing nose. It took him longer than the others had as Cerberus reorganized the scents in his mind. When the tongue finally licked at his fingers Gaz lit up with a smile, stepping a bit closer and away from you. "See, I told ya. It's all about body language," you pulled your hand away from Gaz's, letting Cerberus and him get better acquainted without your scent muddying the waters.

Eyes glanced sideways where you knew John was, catching the dark gleam in his eyes that was focused solely on you. Warning bells played in your head, you were toeing a dangerous line, but it was a line you were more than willing to cross when it came down to it. When Gaz had finally had his fill of petting the dog you looked over where Ghost and Soap were supposed to be sitting. Only the Scotsman remained though, eyes glued to you and the dog and seeming to not realize that he was left alone. "Looks like you're up then Soap."

The dark brow cocked up in question before he whipped his head to the side, staring at the empty space beside him. "Where'd that blaigeard go?" Blue eyes darted around the room searching for the man with the skull mask and coming up empty. His quarry had long gone by now it seemed. A sigh left Soap as he stood up and came around the desk he'd been sitting at to stand just in front of you.

Soap looked between you and the dog, momentarily finding Gaz as well who had retreated to some things piled in the corner, probably his gear, before a smirk found that naturally suggestive face. "Can I get the special treatment then Speck? It worked so well for ole’ Gaz. I quite like up close and personal if ye know what I mean."

Eyeing him for a second your eyes slid up and down his lean form before you shrugged. "You gotta ask nicer than that, Soap. Where are your manners?" His tongue slid across his bottom lip and he stepped a bit closer.

His voice deepened and his tone slipped into something a bit more casual as he answered with a whispered, "Please may I get the special treatment, Speck?" In truth you hadn't expected it, you really should have. He was obviously the type to try and get under your skin but it still took you off guard. Your eyebrows rose at the Scotsman before a smirk graced your features and you shook your head fighting off amusement.

"Come on then, I'm sure we've got to get going soon." The Scotsman let out a light chuckle and held out his hand for you to grab. Cerberus, now expecting the command, was already leaning forward on the desk. He was eager to learn the new scents of the team he was to be working with now. He'd never had the opportunity really before except for rare occasions, it'd only ever really been the two of you with the occasional tag along that you never bothered to have him learn. You'd very nearly foregone it with these men too, until you'd noticed the tensions between Cerberus and Gaz anyway.

You stepped up behind Soap, holding his wrist rather than his hand as you gave the command and the curious nose pressed into his palm. A low whisper slid over Soap's shoulder as you muttered, "That's it, just like that. Damn good job right there Soap," he pressed back into you and rather than keep it going you pulled away from the man, listening to his little laugh when he received your praise. You took a step back as you watched them both. When your eyes turned up though you saw John had his back to you now and the only other man brave enough, or maybe angry enough was a better descriptor, to keep watching was the now present Ghost. Well fuck, you hadn't realized that when you first decided to put your hands on the Scotsman. Oh well, fix it later. What's done is most assuredly done.

With Soap introduced the only one left was the man currently glaring daggers at you. You bit at your bottom lip nervously before deciding rather than making him come to you and Cerberus maybe it'd be better to go to him. "Hier, Cerberus, fuss," you said watching the dog jump down from the desk before attaching himself to your thigh as if he had his own holster. You passed Watcher who was typing away at something next to Konig while the tall man loaded mags for the both of them as they whispered back and forth. Soap had wandered over to where Gaz and Price were now discussing something you couldn't hear from this far away. But from the map and the pictures they were huddled around they were coming up with some kind of way to get all of you over the border and back in one piece.

Ghost had started reassembling the sniper rifle by the time you made it through the maze of desks, tables, and chairs over to him. He barely even glanced away from the scope he was looking through, using a cloth on the glass to clean it as he actively ignored your approach. "You're the last one Ghost," hazel eyes gave you a look that you could have sworn seemed like his brow was cocked under the mask with a sarcastic reply just dancing on the end of his tongue. "I'll make it quick," a tilt of the head, "I promise." Ghost sat the scope down gently on the towel he’d laid all the pieces out on.

It was an uncomfortable silence with his burning gaze staring a hole through you. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched you before asking, "You like the gloves on or off?" Your mind went blank for a moment, thoughts going off on a tangent about the innuendo hidden there. Honestly you weren't sure if he'd meant for it to sound the way you heard it or not but your frustrated brain didn't seem to care too much about whether he did or not.

Blinking a couple times you finally got your thoughts back under control before answering him with a simple shrug, "Whichever you prefer is fine." He stood stock still, taking you in before something finally clicked for you and you glanced down at Cerberus before saying, "Voraus." The big dog ducked beneath the table separating you two and the second his head popped up over the other side you said, "Anhalten," and the dog froze in place, less than a foot to Ghost’s right and looking back at you silently waiting. You shot a look up at Ghost and nodded towards his still crossed arms, "Hold your hand out then." The man glanced down at the dog before lowering his crossed arms and letting chocolate eyes catch sight of the outstretched palm.

Cerberus didn't dare to move though, staring at the hand quietly and awaiting your quick, "Duft," before he surged towards the hand, sniffing and licking nearly immediately. It seemed the Dutchie rather liked Ghost’s scent, or at least the way his glove smelled. If he never took it off, the damn thing probably still tasted like whatever he'd eaten last, with too many smells for Cerberus to categorize completely. The other large hand came up and ran across the top of his head, ruffling the fur and tracing the pointed ears. He was surprisingly gentle for having seemed so menacing from afar, that was good to know. At least you didn't have to worry about the man glaring at your back through a sniper scope, at least not while Cerberus was with you anyway.

When Cerberus had gotten his fill of the big man he turned a circle, looking for something before catching sight of you once more and crawling back under the table to press his nose into your hand. Ghost was more than willing it seemed to ignore you once more, which was fair you didn't exactly know anything about one another. And it wasn't like you'd come to the team in the best of circumstances, hell you weren't even a part of the team. You were a strap, just someone they had to bring along for translations and to get a hold of a family you'd left with someone who'd only talk to you.

Heading back to the desk that had temporarily been claimed by both you and Cerberus you sat down in the chair. Tapping the top of the desk you muttered, "Hopp," watching him jump easily up to the desk before whispering, "Platz," in the quietest tone you could manage. Cerberus didn't even hesitate to lay down on the desk again. His hearing wasn't damaged then, after the explosions and the flashbang you were worried they might very well have been but he seemed much better off than you'd been left. "Geh Schlafen, Cerberus," you leaned your own head back, turning for just a minute to catch sight of the chocolate eyes disappearing behind heavy lids as you both slipped into a light slumber.

"Price do we really haftae walk the whole way there from the border? I mean that's a long bloody way and I’m sure we could make it if we had some ATVs," Soap huffed out behind you. He'd been talking more or less the whole time you'd been on the road. For the most part you'd been able to stay asleep with Cerberus curled up between your legs in the middle row of the van’s seats, squeezed inside between Konig and Watcher. John and Ghost were sitting in the front, ignoring just about everything Soap said from his place in the back with Gaz…just about.

The brunette huffed and shook his head, "For the last time Sergeant, yes we've got to walk. Speck said cars are few and far between, and those that do come through are almost always hostiles. ATVs are too conspicuous, we went over all of this back at ops. You've walked farther before so keep the chatter to a minimum, alright?" There was a heavy sigh behind you but Soap didn't shoot back a reply thankfully.

You'd been resting your overworked mind off and on since you got in the car with them. Every bit of your body ached, you had barely slept save for what you'd managed to get back at their ops center and on the ride to your destination. And now your only tool to kill was the dog between your legs though he couldn't even do that, or he wasn't supposed to at least. Cerberus was meant to help apprehend hostiles, he wasn't trained to kill them.

Sure you'd asked for a gun, but the Captain's response had been an undoubted and immediate no. He didn't trust you and you couldn't exactly blame him even if it did annoy you. You hadn't exactly given him much to trust when it came to you though. "Besides," he'd said, clapping you on the shoulder and drawing out a grimace, "you aren't exactly moving the arm too well. Can’t have you shooting someone can I?” The memory drew a scowl from you even as your eyes were closed. Sleep escaped you for the moment until you finally gave up, at least for now, and sat a little taller in the seat.

The moment your eyes opened they were met with intense blue in the rearview mirror, watching you, always watching when you least expected it. God almighty you wished he would stop that, it made a shiver run through you every single time. Then again you knew that was a lie the moment you thought it, you never wanted that gaze to leave you. You were so maddeningly drawn to this man you’d have taken any morsel of attention he paid you. And he’d been paying you more than a few crumbs share since you’d begun to turn the tides on him.

Those depths held you entranced, frozen in time even as the car kept speeding through the seemingly endless streets. Please look away John, please, because there was no way you could manage it yourself. You’d have suffocated in that man’s gaze if it weren’t for Ghost diving across the middle console and throwing the wheel to the side, swerving around a stalled car in the road. The eyes darted from you and back to the road, seemingly surprised as he blinked a couple times. “Fuckin hell old man, we need to get your eyes checked?” The big man looked between him and the road with a quick shake of his head before he settled back on his side of the car.

Swallowing hard you shot your gaze to the dog on the floorboard who gave a low whine at the sudden jerk of the vehicle. You could hear the annoyed huff of breath, more like flustered and still caught off guard if someone asked you, before Price answered, “I’m fine, I saw the bloody thing Lieutenant.” You didn’t see the rest of the silent conversation between the two. Instead you kept your focus on Cerberus, fingers rubbing circles into the muscles of his neck as you worked to soothe his nerves. The both of you needed a break but you’d get it in time. Soon.

It was a two and a half hour drive from their ops center to the Pakistani border, so they weren’t staying in Zabol. Somewhere closer it seemed, probably between Zabol and Zahedan, that was good to know for future reference. John had taken a dirt road off the main highway thirty minutes before that and had now parked the van on a ridge. There was a sheer drop down on the side that you needed to go before the hills shot back in the air in front of you forming a natural valley just on the edge of the border.

With everyone unloaded and checking their gear, you took a seat since no gear meant you had no need to worry about anything they were doing. Your gear was you, Cerberus, your head, and his head, that was all that mattered for you right now. Leaning back against the car you listened to the familiar sounds of chambers being checked and magazines being loaded.

Besides you knew your thigh would be burning soon enough, no need to wear it out unnecessarily when you didn’t even have anything to do. Cerberus, attached to your hip once again by his spare lead, sat in front of you. Your hands were cupping his face, taking careful stock of his attention which you knew was waning, especially after the car ride here. The both of you were nearing the end of your rope now. It would be a hard few hours, but just those few hours more and you were done. Just a few more hours.

Pulling your hands away from his face you kept one lifted in the air and muttered, “Beruhren,” his paw lifted to slap against your palm before it fell again to the ground. “Platz,” he dropped to his stomach, “Umdrehen,” he rolled all the way over quickly, tail kicking up dust behind him as it wagged. He was getting excited now, regaining some of the focus you knew he’d been losing during the down time. “Brummen,” his whole body vibrated with a low growl. A terrifying sound that would have sent shivers up your spine had it not been for the fact you knew him so well.

You let him rumble for a few seconds before you snapped out, “Gib laut!” His maw opened and he barked a singular time. Teeth snapped shut just in front of your face before his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth and he sneezed, his whole body shaking like he’d been dunked in the water. Your hands shot to his neck, running up and down the length of the hard muscle rough and quick as you muttered, “Braver Hund! Such a good boy,” his tongue flicked out to your face and you quickly wiped the saliva off on your shoulder before using him to stand up from your spot on the ground.

Chocolate eyes followed every movement now, refocused and centered on everything you were doing. When you stepped back around the front of the car John casted a quick look your way before turning to the rest of the team, “Ok, we’re on foot from here. Laswell has our quick extract once we have the wife and kids. Copy?” The quick affirmatives resounded through everyone including you. Get there, get the family, and get out. After that you could finally fucking sleep.

Price and Gaz led you all, with Soap, you, and Watcher lined up behind in order. Ghost and Konig were bringing up the rear, the taller of the two a few steps ahead of the Lieutenant. Yall started off repelling down the ridge, and as much pain as you were in doing it you refused to ask any of them for help. It was your burden to bear. Even if Cerberus' added weight added pounds you weren’t sure you could hold up it didn’t matter, he was your responsibility. You picked his front half up off the ground, connecting the vest he'd donned for the mission to your own tactical harness before you did the same with his back half. He was attached to your hip literally this time, his feet just above the ground while he stayed compliantly limp in the harness. Hooking yourself to the rope you backed up over the side with a grimace of pain.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were favoring your right side heavily. Your right hand was stuck into your vest as you descended with the strength of the left alone. You were pushing off the wall with only the single leg you could still manage the repeated motion with, only using the right leg to stabilize yourself. It was painful and arduous, and it made your already aching body and mind hurt even more.

A little over halfway down your progress stalled on the rope. Bracing yourself against the face of the uneven rock and looking up and down you fought to catch your breath. Typically this wouldn't have been even a moment of issue for you but the events were starting to take their toll. Your adrenaline reserves hadn't yet filled back up after you'd burned it all out and you were still running on near empty. A voice in the comms spoke quickly, making your pounding heart stutter for a quick moment, "What's wrong Speck?" That voice in your ear was going to cause so many problems on this mission and you could already feel one trying to pop up right now.

Not right now, you had a job to get done. Looking down at the four men already on solid ground below you, you reached for the comm on your vest with your injured hand. "Nothins wrong," a quick breath in, "I'm comin down just needed a second," and a quick breath out. You hooked the thumb of your injured hand back into the strap of the vest and pushed off the wall. It drove a huff of air out of your lungs at the effort, but you did it again, and then again, until you were finally at the end.

When your feet hit the ground you unhooked yourself from the rope quickly. Cerberus was off the ground less than a foot attached to your own harness and as you tried to step back you felt your leg trying to give out under the weight. You were barely holding yourself up without the addition of all the tactical gear and the seventy-five pound dog to boot. It was almost too much for your body to handle.

A hand grabbed your shoulder to help steady you, Gaz coming around in front of you and lifting up the dog's weight so you could detach him. The relief was instantaneous and you quite nearly moaned out a thank you but settled for a nod to the younger man. He kept an eye on you for a moment as you readjusted your vest and other various bits, "'Preciate it Gaz." The young man quirked up his mouth in a half smile before he finally left you alone to go do something else.

Adjusting Cerberus' vest you only looked up again when Konig's boots hit the ground and he detached himself. Ghost made it down in record time, touching down a few seconds after the tallest member of the squad and thankfully making up for the time you'd wasted. The team was back on the road a few seconds after the Lieutenant gave the ok, back in your formation and trekking across the open terrain.

The journey had sweat pouring off every face, and you swore you caught sight of even Ghost and Konig lifting their masks up a few times when they turned around to check behind the group. Cerberus' head was drooping low at your side, even the endless fountain of energy that Dutch Shepherd's were known to possess did in fact have its end it seemed. When Price finally called for a pit stop you were the first to take a seat, thigh burning at the sweat seeping into your wound and the stitches that pulled at your skin with every step you took. Canteens in every hand in a matter of seconds.

Watching quietly you unclipped something from your belt, opening the collapsible bowl and setting it on the ground. Pouring some of your own water into the bowl for Cerberus to lap up. You took slow sips from the canteen indirect contrast to Soap who was gulping water from his canteen and pointing to something on a piece of paper Gaz had pulled out and was showing him. Watcher was sitting back to back with Konig and facing you while the tall man was looking up at Gaz and Soap while they talked in their quiet tones. Probably trying not to get overheard by you honestly. Ghost turned his back to the group and this time you know you saw the mask lift as he took a few sips from his canteen before he returned it to its place in his bag.

Looking for John you noticed he wasn’t in front of you. Turning to look over your shoulder you caught sight of movement. It was him standing just a few yards behind you. The tall man had taken a vantage point he could watch everyone, taking stock of how everyone was faring so far. You remembered when that had been you, separating yourself somewhat from the group to keep a tactical and objective view. It had turned you callous to your team’s problems in the end, forced you to be cold and uncaring else you risked being unable to send them into the fight. You wondered if it was or had done the same to him. How did he fare as leader?

Pouring a bit more water into the now empty, collapsible bowl you pushed yourself back to your feet. You unclipped the lead from yourself, leaving Cerberus to rest and recover in his own space and time. John’s eyes were on something in the distance when you turned to find him again. Sidling up to him you made it close enough that when he turned back to the team he was right in front of you, only a few inches away from pressing against you.

Blue eyes traveled down the length of your body before he cleared his throat and returned his gaze to the thing in the distance, “Speck?” It wasn’t a greeting so much as a ‘What do you want?’

You wet your still dry mouth with another sip from your canteen and asked, “What are you looking at?” A side eyed look fell on you then and even in your state of exhaustion and emotional unawareness you could see the frustration he was trying to hide. Frustration at you. You deserved it, that you knew, but it still upset you to see it there.

A quick jerk of his chin towards the distance made you squint into the heat haze, the light bending in some way you were sure science could explain but not you. You’d never really cared for book learning, you were a common sense kind of guy. A verbal answer followed as you continued to watch, “There’s a Pakistani military base that way. They respond to calls at the border so we need to make sure we’re not between them and the call that we know will be coming from the border soon.” Made sense, but he shouldn’t have known where any foreign military base was in the area.

It was your turn to give him a side eyed look, your brows furrowing as you wondered how he knew that. You hadn’t even known that and you’d driven a family through here not too long ago. John didn’t seem willing to elaborate though, and you weren’t willing to ask a question you knew wouldn’t get an answer. Not when you had more pressing questions on your mind anyway. “Why didn’t you ask me when you were interrogating me? You had every opportunity.”

The suffocating tension in the air was felt nearly immediately, making you swallow hard. He didn’t let the silence linger for long though as he answered, “I have a job to do. What I want doesn’t matter, duty calls…” It was then that the silence struck, his words hanging in the air as a harsh reminder of the note you’d left him. Your gaze flicked to the rest of the team who were all still doing whatever it was they wanted to do, seemingly having not yet noticed the conversation you’d struck up with the Captain…yet.

How were you supposed to explain that away? Was there any way to actually soothe the burn you’d left him with? Probably not, especially not with your heavy handed approach to delicate things, and that was what this tenuous partnership between you and his team, delicate. “I’m sorry.” It was a lame apology, lackluster and missing the explanation you were sure he was looking for and that you knew for a fact he deserved, even though you didn’t have one to give him.

His huff of air beside you had you turning to look at him. Blue hues had already been staring though you weren’t sure how long they had been. “For what?” A fair question that had too many answers, and it seemed he was about to list every single one, “For lying to me about the simplest things? Or was it for failing to let me know you were leaving my house? Maybe you’re sorry about leaving me standing in my door and having to watch you drive away in a bloody taxi?” His voice had lowered to a dangerous whisper while you watched him with an even look, “Or are you sorry for nearly fucking both of my Sergeants in the middle of ops for everyone to see?” God he was angry, and shit if it wasn’t hot as hell to watch that passion dance across every feature of his face.

“You’re sorry for yourself, Speck,” he nearly spat your call sign out at you with disgust. “Don’t pretend like it’s anything different,” his shoulder smacked into yours with force, and it took everything in you not to flinch and reach for the injured extremity. Pulses of pain ran through your stiff form as you tried to regain control of yourself. It hurt to see that anger directed so wholly at you, and it hurt even more to see the pain that you knew you had caused. His agonies were your fault and it made your entire being tense with that knowledge. Knowing you’d hurt him was far worse than wondering if you had.

When you turned back to the group John was already telling them all to get their stuff together. Your break was over apparently, back to the sweating and misery of the hike. He didn’t even look at you again, even though you were internally begging him to. You hadn’t meant what you’d thought in the car, never in a million years would you have truly meant that. It seemed whatever higher power existed didn’t care though because John’s back remained stubbornly in your face as the team set out to finish the rest of this mission.

By the time you could see the small village you’d been heading for the entire team was drenched in sweat. It was quite literally pouring off yall in buckets. A small stand of trees provided you with cover on the hill you’d taken up residence on for the past few minutes. John was looking through a pair of binoculars as everyone else prayed for the sun to finally set. When he finally pulled them away from his eyes he handed them off to Ghost who was standing with him, pointing somewhere in the distance and whispering to him. When the big man gave an answering nod blue eyes turned back to the rest of the group, locking on you before he lifted his hand and beckoned you over.

Pushing yourself up you unhooked Cerberus’ leash and muttered, “Bleib,” letting him rest after the long hike. There was no need to make him suffer the walk over there when you were the only one necessary. Stepping up beside the Captain you muttered, “What’s up?”

John didn’t even bother to look at you before he asked, “Which building is it?” You squinted at the buildings, before Ghost reached across the Captain and silently handed you the set of binoculars. Lifting them you searched for the home, ‘Take them to the big house on the east end of the village, Speck.’ That’s what your handler had told you to do and so you had.

Handing them back to John you answered his question, “Big house on the east end of the village. But I uh,” your hesitation drew both of the cold gazes to you then before you felt compelled to finish, “Well I can’t go in with yall. There’s women inside and the man doesn’t like strangers already, the bunch of us go waltzin up in there and we’re never gonna get anything from him. I already told you that. Plus,” you looked down at the tactical harness around your hips and the vest and radio they’d outfitted you with before you left ops, “I certainly can’t go in like this. They don’t know I’m American, or they aren’t supposed to. Gotta get rid of this shit.”

There was a sour look on John’s face as he processed the information before finally nodding, “Ghost, take Soap and Gaz with you.” The big man nodded and stepped away, grabbing the attention of the two young men before they headed off to the north somewhere. Price stepped away from the side of the hill, turning back towards where the sun was setting behind yall and motioned at Konig and Watcher, “We’re leaving. Watcher, I need one of those earpieces, the one’s that work without the vest.” The two stood up quickly in response, Cerberus, who had been enjoying the quiet scratches from the ginger Scot watching them leave him behind with a muffled whine.

Watcher dug around in his bag for a couple moments while you shed the tactical gear you’d been given. Finally he pulled out the earpiece he was looking for. The young man handed it to John as the tallest and shortest on the team continued on by him down the hill. The tall brunette stopped beside you, “Wait five minutes and then go. We’ll be hidden but we’ll be there.” You gave him a quick nod in response as you handed over the gear as well as Cerberus’ harness and lead. He shoved them in the bag on his back before throwing it back over his shoulder and following Konig and Watcher down the hill.

Your eyes followed them until the growing darkness hid them from sight, especially at this distance. Counting the seconds in your head, you took a seat on the ground and waited with Cerberus beside you. Everything was so cool now, even a little wind picked up to dry the sweat that covered your face. You closed your eyes against it, taking in a deep breath as your limbs went limp. It wasn’t like you meant for it to happen, to be honest you would have sooner smacked yourself on the thigh right where the stitches were than let the cool breeze lull you into slumber but the next thing you heard was a frantic whisper of, “Speck!? Where the bloody hell are you!?”

Jumping awake you glanced at the darkness around you, searching for the source of the voice until you realized it’d come from right in your ear. Good Lord you were fucked today. You pushed yourself up and hurriedly answered, “On the way.” No one responded, and you couldn’t tell if that was worse or not. “Cerberus, fuss,” and the familiar weight settled against your leg as you started down the hill. Slowly at first, getting the stiffness out of your legs, before you sped up to a quick jog. The Dutch Shepherd kept up easily, as the village came into view.

No lights adorned the streets, hell there wasn’t even any power to this whole place. It was eerily quiet, and you felt eyes on you despite seeing no faces to which they belonged. That was how it had been the last time too. You’d stopped your sprint down the hill before anyone inside could have seen you. A stranger in their midst was enough attention for you already. Movement ahead caught your attention but you couldn’t make out if it was a local or one of the teammates you’d recently been introduced to.

A quiet voice caught your attention, “Stay focused. We’re covering the front of the home now.” You had to stump the urge to nod an answer or touch the ear that the voice came from. Stay focused, he says. Whispering quiet words into your ear was certainly not the way to keep you focused on the mission, John.

The door to the home loomed in front of you as you lifted a hand and tapped a solid rhythm into it. It took several moments before you heard a lock turn and saw the door slowly pull inwards to reveal the face of a familiar glaring man. He spoke in Balochi first, thankfully it was very similar to Pashto, so when he gave you the standard greeting you repeated it with a quick nod. His eyes looked you over critically before he asked you a question. You thought you knew what he said but you weren’t certain, so you shook your head slowly and asked, “Pashto?” His brows furrowed and he nodded slowly so you continued in the language, “I need the family back.” The man tilted his head at the request but he didn’t respond with a no at least. “I have more questions for them,” the man glanced nervously behind you as if he was looking for something.

Finally, he answered back, “Come inside, not out here.” He stepped back from the open door, beckoning you into the home. Shit, you didn’t even have so much as a fuckin knife. You go in there you could be as good as dead in a matter of seconds. But, did you even have a choice? Go in and they could kill you before anyone can get to you. Don’t go in and John might still do the same. Fuck it.

You stepped in after him, Cerberus right between your legs now as you moved into the narrow entryway. The man was at the end, making sure you shut the door behind you and you heard more voices through the mic in your ear starting with Ghost saying you had entered the building and ending with Price asking what the hell you were doing. “Why couldn’t this be discussed outside?” You asked the man at the end of the hallway, stepping into a small, nearly empty, living space.

His answer was quick, “I haven’t received a call regarding them. You are not supposed to be here.” Your eyes narrowed as you took a step closer to him, watching him shrink back from you and the dog, both of you now staring intently at him. His eyes flicked to another narrow hallway, and you followed his gaze. He took another step back from you and returned his eyes to the hallway. Like he was trying to tell you something without actually saying it.

The feeling wasn’t right, no explosives according to Cerberus but something was certainly different than the time you’d been here last. “Pashto?” You asked again and the man gave a slow nod, before you asked, “Farsi?” He nodded just once before he shook his head and you continued in Farsi, “Is someone else here?” The man nodded again, vigorously, and your eyes returned to the hallway, “Knife?” He gestured towards the open archway into the kitchen and you stepped through it, eyes searching for the weapon before you slid it off the counter and started down the hallway.

Cerberus stayed between your thighs, moving in tandem with every step you took in the small passages of the home. When you stopped at the first door you glanced back at the man who gave you another quick nod. Boy wasn’t this some of the dumbest shit you’d ever done. Looking down at the dog you put your hand on the door knob and as you turned it you let out a quick, “Voraus!” The dog ran in ahead of you and you followed quickly. The second you both were in the room though a door further down the hall opened and shut. Two doors, one room, shit. Cerberus lunged at the now closed door, barking and scratching at it.

John was in your ear nearly immediately, “What happened? Speck, what’s your status?” He said that word with one hell of a cute accent, you suddenly realized. No time to dwell though, you pulled the door open and Cerberus surged through the opening turning further down the hall. Why had he gone further into the house, why not the front door? As Cerberus sprinted by another door it flew open, smacking you in the face and sending you stumbling backwards with a hand on your bleeding nose.

A quiet curse accompanied by a groan caught the Dutch Shepherd’s attention as he realized what had happened and turned. He had no space though, the turn was slow and awkward. And when you saw the barrel of a gun around the edge of the door you kicked out a foot. It flew closed, trapping whoever it was by the forearm. You acted without much thought now, John’s words long forgotten as you jammed the knife through what you could see of the man’s right arm and watched his gun drop to the hallway floor. The second it did you grabbed the weapon and opened the door for Cerberus to plunge inside, watching him tackle the man to the ground with his teeth around his forearm. One shot, one head, one man dead.

“Fuss,” you issued the command, and expected to hear the voices again, but there weren’t any. You reached a hand up to your ear but the earpiece was gone. Good Lord it was always something. Rather than dwell on it though you continued down the hall, opening the door to the outside, so that was why whoever it was had headed further inside. You didn’t see them, nor any tracks, but thankfully you didn’t need to. “Such,” you told the dog who took a few steps forward, nose to the ground as he sniffed at the dirt.

Not even a second later he took off, and it was your turn to follow the dog. You left the little village behind at a breakneck pace, holding the stolen pistol in your hand, and ignoring every shock of pain from your leg. You didn’t see John, Konig, and Watcher busting into the man’s home, sweeping through the rooms of the house to come up empty for you and the family. You didn’t hear the Captain yelling at you until Watcher found your earpiece shattered on the hallway floor. Nor did you hear Price near begging Ghost to tell him that he’d seen you leaving, or had some clue as to where you were.

And you certainly didn’t hear Ghost answering him that he’d seen you leaving the home out the back, through an exit none of you had even known about. You didn’t even know that Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were doing their best to keep an eye on you as you made your way across the open ground, trying to head you off before the Dutchie took a hard turn directly South and away from them.

Cerberus was following the scent so fast you were having a hard time keeping up with him. At least until he paused, walking back and forth over the same spot for a few seconds. As you caught up to him you heard whines, watching his head lift as he looked around the dark area. "What's wrong buddy?" Cerberus turned towards you for barely a second before he barked and took off again. Whatever it was he'd solved his problem it seemed, you still had yet to solve your own though. No backup, no flashlight, and no witness to show for all your troubles.

Not until Cerberus' thundering barks started, you were close. Close enough that he was slowing down, looking up at you as if to say, "He's right here, don't you see him?" No. You didn't. "Cerberus-" just about to give the command to search again you caught sight of movement disappearing over a rocky hill. "Stop!" You yelled out in Pashto, but the person kept going. "Fuss," you said and took off with Cerberus at your hip. "Stop," you yelled again in Arabic this time, cresting the hill and looking down at the rocks that stood between you and your quarry. Big enough that whoever it was could hide from you the entire way down the hill. With only the moon to light your way it certainly didn't make things any easier.

Cerberus was calm at your side, and when you glanced behind you the thought to just go back to the rest of the team crossed your mind. But you'd be going back after you lost the ear piece, seemingly fled from the team, and had killed the only other person who could tell you where the man you were looking for was, or his family at least. You'd be going back only to disappoint them…or rather him.

"Fuck it," you muttered under your breath, it was your catchphrase at this point. "Such," you gave the quiet command, watching Cerberus move quietly through the rocks with you staying a few feet back. As you neared a boulder he sat down, staring at it quietly. You edged closer, before calling out to the person in Arabic, "If you don't come out I'm sending the dog. I just want to talk. Come out, hands first." Not a sound came out from behind it, and for a few moments you wondered if Cerberus was wrong.

Until two hands appeared from around the boulder. You leveled the pistol with one hand at the person, watching as they came out slowly, staring at you. They were stock still as you watched them, until light seemed to blind them for a moment coming from the top of the hill accompanied by a, "Bloody hell, Speck." The voice caught your attention, blinded you to everything else, and in an exhausted, adrenaline fueled state you turned to look up. Three lights shined down at you, one of them you knew belonged to John. You didn't see the panic form on his face, you only saw the light of his rifle flick away from you and his voice yell, "Look-"

It took less time for you to turn back than it had for you to initially turn around. A gun was in their hand, his hand. Time was slow, like when you tried to run in water. The command left your mouth in one heartbeat, "Fass!" Cerberus shot forward, your hand steadied its aim but there was no need to. As the gun aimed at your head the dog's mouth closed around their forearm and his head shook violently, ripping at the flesh there even as a single shot went off into the air and the man fell back screaming.

A hand touched your shoulder and you turned, staring at John's face, illuminated by Konig and Watcher's lights. You could see the worry as his eyes ran over your form in a quick glance, ensuring himself you hadn't taken a bullet. "You broken?" You glanced down at yourself and shook your head in answer, looking back up at him, seemingly unfazed by the fact you’d almost been killed. The hand on your shoulder tightened its hold just a bit, fingers digging in as he nodded slowly seemingly pleased with your nonverbal answer for once.

The worry melted away though when growls penetrated the sound of the night, drawing your attention to the man currently being torn apart by a dog on the ground, listening to another scream go up in the air. You stepped forward, sliding the pistol into the waistband of your pants before grabbing Cerberus by the scruff, and glancing up at John who gave you a quick nod.

"Aus," immediately the dog let go, and you pulled him back, listening to his excited barks as the Captain took the man's pistol and rolled him over. Zip ties went around his wrists behind his back before he was hauled up and shoved up the hill. The man flinched away from Cerberus as you muttered, "Gib laut! Braver Hund!" The dog was going wild, he'd done a good job and he knew it, and he was more excited to be recognized for it, especially by you.

Your hand stayed firmly in the dog's scruff as he continued to try and dart forward, lunging against your firm hold in his excitement. You didn't want to ruin his fun, he was too proud of himself, but you couldn't let him get away from you either, not with the hostile detained already. As you crested the hill you caught sight of lights about two hundred yards off, seemingly searching the rocky outcroppings heading in your general direction. John handed the man off to Konig with a hard shove and pressed the button on his radio, "You're headed right for us Ghost, we see you. Shining my light your way now," the Captain swept the barrel of his gun in an arc watching the lights in the distance focus in your direction.

Cerberus was still barking, tail going wild as you looked at John and asked, "I could use my gear back now if ya don't mind." He slid his bag off and handed you the Dutchie's harness and lead first. You glanced down at Cerberus before saying, "Beruhigen," immediately his barks quieted and his wagging tail slowed, settling down as you put his vest back on him. You heard John radio in for the extract, watching him press a button on his helmet, probably for ISR tracking on your position. Snapping the lead on Cerberus and then on your own belt you rubbed your fingers over his head, whispering quiet praises to him that he desperately needed to hear after the longest target pickup of your life.

As you slid your vest on, along with the harness you'd used to rappel off the cliff earlier, you caught sight of that burning gaze. The frustration with you seemed to have abated for the moment after you'd given them a lead of some kind at least. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were the only ones who could break his concentration on you, well that and the arrival of the sound of helicopter blades overhead. Now that was a sound that could put you to sleep, and it would the second you were strapped in. A nice clean extract for once, no injuries, not really any hiccups, good God almighty wasn't that nice.

You'd expected to be drug back to the same ops center as before, but when the helicopter landed next you were offloaded into a military base. To say the least you were surprised, and when John made straight for a blonde woman in civilian clothes, accompanied by a few men who took your detainee, you were more than curious as to who she might have been. There was no chance to ask though as the two split up and the Captain stopped to let the rest of you catch up, pointing towards what you assumed was a barracks area and said, "Come on guys, Laswell told me we smell like shite."

Soap smacked Ghost on the back as he sprinted ahead, "Oh fuck yeah. Need meself a shower." The big man gave a quiet huff of ascent to which the dark haired Scotsman answered a bit offended, "What's that supposed to mean then? Ye know ye dinnae exactly smell like a bloody rose yerself Lt." You couldn't see Ghost’s face then but you didn't need to in order to know that there was a glare currently affixed to the shorter man.

Following at the back of the group you stayed completely quiet, watching the others break off one by one to disappear inside their bunkhouses. Watcher and Konig headed off together, and then Soap and Gaz, and then John and Ghost. It left you and Cerberus to stand awkwardly alone in the middle of the path just looking about curiously. They must have forgotten you didn’t actually have a place to go, you also didn’t have any other clothes to your name seeing as you’d left your duffel bag in the ops center. Well this sucked.

It was Gaz who came back around the corner first, eyeing you a bit confused. When he reached you and Cerberus his head tilted a bit before his eyes widened in realization and he said, “Oh damn mate! I forgot you don’t have anywhere to bunk do you?” A quiet shake of your head confirmed the answer and Gaz looked around as his hand ran over his short hair. “Cap!” The dark eyes flicked over your shoulder and you turned to see the Captain leaving his and Ghost’s shared bunkhouse. The brunette turned to head your way, a bag slung over his shoulder and flip flops on his feet in place of the boots you’d only ever seen him wearing.

Every ounce of resolve went into dragging your eyes away before you heated up in the worst way possible. “Gaz?” John was glancing between the two of you, wondering what it was that’d gotten him called over here.

Gaz nodded towards you and said, “He doesn’t actually have anywhere to bunk. Or any clothes for that matter, Cap.” There was a nonchalance to your gaze that was honestly comical in the situation. Not only did you not really care about losing everything you owned, it seemed you also couldn’t have cared less about not having a place to sleep.

John simply nodded in response, “Laswell brought your bag. It’s waiting for you in the showers. And you’ll be bunking with Ghost, he’s being moved over there.” He nodded towards the only bunkhouse you hadn’t seen anyone else go into earlier. “Now come on, and bring the dog, he looks like someone threw a bucket of paint all over him.” You glanced down at Cerberus’ bloody visage, a sight that definitely needed to be remedied even if it was his badge of honor to wear. He’d worn it long enough.

You followed the other two men then, both of whom had thrown bags over their shoulders. The showers were devoid of anyone else, a few rows of lockers standing between you and the warm water you knew laid beyond. It wasn’t your turn to shower though, first you’d get Cerberus cleaned off and settled back in the bunkhouse with some food, water, and a nice place to rest and then you could get yourself handled.

So that was what you did. Unclipping his vest you threw it next to your duffel bag, pulling the dog behind you under a shower head and turning the water on. “Sitz,” you muttered and watched the blood caked and dried into his dark fur begin to run down the drain. Gaz, passing by you with only a towel thrown over his shoulder, stopped and said, “Hey mate, this is for you. I had an extra one.” He tossed a bottle of soap to you, making sure you caught it before he continued on down to another shower.

Squeezing a bit of the soap out you ran it over the black and brindle fur quickly. Cleaning the Dutchie up as he licked at your face. It wasn’t until you stood up and turned the water off that you said, “Rütteln,” and watched him shake his fur out. You smiled at the way it spiked up in clumps, and his tail shot water with every wag. At least he smelt better though, you’d both been getting more than ripe in that cramped little sweatbox of an apartment.

You stepped around the corner and that was when all thought left you. Hell you were pretty sure your heart and lungs had stopped working just as much as your brain had. The sight in front of you had your fists clenching and your pupils blown wide. John. He stood not even five feet in front of you naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. You hadn’t even heard him go by you in the showers but he’d obviously taken one. The man was literally glistening with the water. Standing with his bare chest on display for anyone passing by the row of lockers to see, dark hairs littering his pale skin.

A feeling of lightheadedness took over your body, and you were very, very close to passing out. God, your blood pressure was through the roof. You could feel it pounding not only in your ears and your neck but in your temples as well. There was a throb at the base of your instantly hard cock, an ache settling there as it begged for your attention.

When he turned and caught you staring was when you saw it, for the first time, a hint of smugness there. He’d wanted you to see him, wanted you to be standing there frozen and wanting him and with no way to get your revenge in any subtle manner. It was payback for basically feeling up both Gaz and Soap earlier at the ops center. Goddamn was he sight, you were a man who hadn’t found an oasis in far too long now, not since you’d been with him last. And at this very moment you were feeling every second of that time in abstinence.

The door opened somewhere off to the side and that was when he broke your hyperfocus. Just as you’d been watching a droplet of water sliding down his bare skin, through his dark happy trail and turning into nothingness where the towel was wrapped securely there. “I left you a couple towels next to your duffel bag,” hell his voice didn’t even sound the least bit suggestive and it still had you aching even more. You couldn’t even get out a simple, ok, in response. Not even Cerberus beside you was enough to break the hold his half naked body currently had on your weary mind. “You should go dry the dog off, Speck.” Now that did it. Your gaze shot down to Cerberus, finally breaking away from John as you nearly tripped over a naked Soap coming around the corner with a towel in his hand in your haste to get away.

“Hey watch where yer-” he stopped as his eyes fixed to your face and his beaming smile turned up to you, “Oh well hello there Speck. Wee Cerby gettin a bath too?” Slowly your wits came back around and you got your head on straight before nodding down to him. “Thas nice, well don’t be too shy. Ye need to get yerself a shower too. Cannae be howlin’ when yer bunkin with Ghost. Ye might just wake up out on the tarmac.”

You huffed a bit at that, “Damn right I do,” you muttered in answer as you stepped around him, back into the row of lockers you’d left your duffel bag in. Two towels sat beside the black bag and you picked one up, drying the dog off before you slipped his collar on over his head. “Are ya hungry Cerberus?” The dog whined in answer, no doubt he was, you’d both been at it for far too long now. You fished into the duffel, pulling out the last of his dog food and the two bowls you always kept packed. His loud bark echoed through the showers and several curses followed it. “Sorry,” you called out before clipping the dog’s lead on him and wrapped it around your waist to take him back to the bunk.

Settling him in was easy enough, he dug into the bowl of food with fervor and the water bowl had to be filled up before you even had the chance to leave again. Finally though you made it out of there, just in time to see John, thin t-shirt and a pair of jeans on now. He looked just like he had at the bar that night, even his beard was trimmed up now. Had it been trimmed when you were staring at him? Hell who were you kidding, he could have dyed his hair purple and you wouldn’t have noticed back at the showers. You were too focused on the way his muscles had moved underneath the skin. And how the soft hairs on the front of his body seemed to outline every angle of him.

Just as you had been about five minutes ago, you were caught staring again. Ocean hues landed on your face and his narrowed eyes cut into you like a hot knife through butter. You swallowed, refusing to acknowledge the tightness in both your chest and your underwear. A shower was all you needed, a long, ice cold shower. Shoving your hands in your pockets you forced your gaze away, feeling that burning stare along your back as you headed back to the building you’d come from before.

Gaz passed you on his way out, holding the door open and smirking before muttering, “Good luck in there. Soap’s singing again.” Your brows furrowed as you entered the showers, not quite catching on to what he was saying.

Immediately your ears were assaulted by loud pleas from multiple people to stop and then an outrageously loud, “AND IIIIIIIIEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUU-” echoed through the whole shower block. Your hands clap over your ears, the sound vibrating in your ear drums in just a way that it made your exhausted brain dizzy with the vibrato. Damn, it wasn’t like it was bad, it was just not the time or place for something like that. You have to admit though, it was kind of funny.

Grabbing the towel from the bench where you’d left it you slipped into the shower you’d used for Cerberus. The singing didn’t stop when he reached the end of the song though, Soap just started up with another. “CAUSE BABY YOU’RE A FIREWORK! COME ON SHOW EM WHAT YOU’RE WORTH-” and the Soap playlist continued. You were turning around to wash the grime out of your hair when the skull faced mask caught you by surprise. He wore it in the shower too?

Ghost didn’t stop to chat, just nodded quietly and kept on going by, his towel held around his waist by a single hand near his hip. You took in the tattooed forearm, a bit impressed by the intricacy of it. That wasn’t even considering all the other tattoos that decorated his scarred skin.

It wasn’t long before you heard two more sets of footsteps behind you. Both Watcher and Konig were heading by when you glanced back, not stopping to pay much attention to you as they went, save for a quick smile of acknowledgement from the ginger. You heard the door open and close a few times after that. Just you and Soap left now huh?

Though when the water shut off down the row of showers it seemed he wouldn’t be in here much longer either. At this point you were very nearly sleeping with your eyes open under the warm water. Just letting the tensions wash out of your muscles and mind. Letting them slide down the drain like the dirt, blood, and sweat on your skin.

The clearing of a throat made your eyes open and you stared now at the azure hues in front of you, noticing his amusement in a heartbeat. You raised a brow at his warm gaze, that was traveling lower with every second. “My eyes are up here darlin,” you finally said before he could really take in all the sights, forcing his gaze up to your eyes.

Azure fixed on you then and his beaming smile was like a ray of sunshine, this man was just too damn happy all the time. It did make him slightly endearing though you had to admit. “I know where they are, just thought I’d figure out where everything else is though.” His head tilted as he inspected your face before asking, “How’s the nose? Broken or anything?” You’d honestly forgotten about it.

During the chase you hadn’t even touched it, just let it leak all over the front of your shirt, covering you in blood just like Cerberus was. Reaching a hand up you prodded it with your fingers before shaking your head, “Nah it’s fine. I’ll sleep it off tonight.” Soap laughed at that comment before nodding looking at your shoulder and the two bullet wounds on your arm.

All of the wounds he’d wrapped earlier were still tightly bound by the bandages, seemingly to his dismay. “Ye need to take those off while yer in there. Come see me after yer done showering and I’ll replace them, aye?” You gave him another nod and watched him push off the side of the shower entryway to head back to the locker room. He was talking in there but you couldn’t hear what he was saying and soon he too left.

You pulled at the bandages wrapped around your limbs, exposing the stitched up areas to the world with a wince. Alone you were a bit more expressive, you allowed yourself to feel the pain. Besides you were so exhausted at this point that pain was probably the only thing keeping you standing anymore. You threw the bandages onto one of the shelves, you’d throw them away when you were getting out. The sound of the door opening again had your head tilting towards the sound with a sigh before you asked loudly, “Forget your soap, Soap?”

No answer came, maybe it was Ghost then. He’d left in a hurry, so had Konig and Watcher. The little devil on your shoulder whispered false hopes in your mind that maybe it was him. It had your member twitching with need as it woke itself back up. You’d barely managed to settle it down the last ten times and here it was coming back. God it was so damn pushy.

Turning to face the shower head again you reached up, pulling it down so you could lean your forehead against the cool tile and still feel the warm water on your skin. You took deep breaths, ignoring your hips that shifted of their own thought and mind. Do not touch it, do not think about it, someone was in here and you could do this some other time. Not right now.

Water slid down your back as you lifted your hands to lace behind your neck. Weariness crept into you then as your hips kept humping mindlessly at the air, your cock wishing it could slip into something tighter, warmer, and wetter. “Shit, shit, shit-” a moan left your mouth of its own accord at the rough hand that was suddenly wrapped around your length. “What the fuck?” Your eyes shot over your shoulder as you started to pull away. When you saw those all too familiar eyes though you froze, and so did he.

It was a stalemate. Who was going to blink first? Fuck it. You. Most definitely you. You were going to break so hard and fast he’d never even see it coming. Without a thought you shifted back into him, pressing into his hard erection with the curve of your ass. Taking that as an invitation to continue his hand pumped along your length in response.

Lips tickled the back of your ear along with the hairs of his beard as he whispered, “Such a dirty little whore for me, Speck.” Another moan left you as he pushed you forward with his whole body seeming to press against you. Your chest came flush with the wall just as his chest came flush with your back. The cool tile burned your aching nipples, too cold on the overly sensitive skin.

There was too much happening, your pulse was throbbing in every injury you’d sustained. His breath along your skin was sending your mind into a frenzy of feasting piranhas. This had to be a dream, that was the only way the man who’d been glaring at you for the past however many hours would have been touching you right now. You were back in your bunk right now having a wet dream like some teenager and Ghost was having to listen to it.

But by God if you didn’t care, not with how his hand was pumping you with reckless abandon. He didn’t realize just how close you had already been before he got here. Too fast, too much, “S-Slow down,” you barely got out through your clenched teeth. The feel of his member pressed firmly between your cheeks and rutting up into them with his own needs had you fucking into his hand in time with his strokes and pushing back against him. You could feel the throb of him now. How close was he then?

Breath ghosted over the shell of your ear as he growled, “No. You’d do well to listen and remember, Speck. You think you won't get yours because I was gentle the first time around?” His grip on you tightened almost painfully so. The warm water served as a makeshift lubricant but it wasn’t anything like you needed to keep his calluses from catching on the sensitive flesh. But fuck if that little bit of pain didn’t make your pulse race even faster. “Cum. Now.” The low growl in your ear sent shocks through you, the tension at the base of your cock came apart in an instant at his order.

White ropes of your seed painted the tiles of the shower wall in front of you, but there was no relief. Not even as the last of the tension evaporated and you saw white drops of you sticking to the skin of his hand before the steady stream of water washed it away. The sensitive nerve endings and veins burned like fire, his hand still pumping your erection even after you’d found what you’d thought would be your high. It was not. “Fuck John, slow down,” he still wasn’t listening, “St-stop.” His hand stilled at the base of your member, and you blinked as you watched your cum disappearing down the drain.

Finally your brain caught up with your mouth and you relaxed against the wall, trying to wrap your head around what was happening. His gravelly voice had you twitching in his hand though as he said, “Gonna make me think you’re running away again? You just left, Speck. Again.” There was no crack in his voice but you could still hear the emotion there, the silent prayer that he was sending up in hopes you’d get what he was saying.

You didn’t. Sure you understood that what you had done was wrong. On both accounts. You never should have left without saying goodbye and you certainly never should have walked out that backdoor without backup. But what if you hadn’t? That trail would have been near impossible to follow on those rocks, the scent is harder to follow and it is very time sensitive. You’d made a decision in the heat of the moment with the ‘Fuck it’ method. And it’d kept you alive so far at least.

When you didn’t answer you felt a squeeze of his fingers at your hip as he said, “Were you trying to piss me off? Trying to get me all fuckin heated earlier today back at ops? Pressing up against Gaz, like you were gonna bend him over the table or some shite.” His firm grip ran along your length and your muscles tightened at the feeling. Teeth nipped at your shoulder before his breath slid across your skin, warm even under the hot water of the shower. “Letting Soap press up against you like he was a bitch in heat,” his grip on your hip tightened. He released your member to grab the other hip as well before his low, angry growl returned, “And you fuckin liked it, acting like a bloody slag the both of you were.”

The force of his body slamming you forward made you wince until he turned you around with a quick jerk of the hands around your hips. You took in the sight of him, it was the first time you’d ever seen him fully naked before and it made your cock jump. The burn in his eyes made your entire body burn, especially when he leaned forward. Just inches from your face before he stopped so close you could feel every breath as it left his mouth. You tried to move forward, to steal a kiss from his lips, but his hand shot up from where it had been around your hip a moment before and he held your jaw in tight grip. “On your knees. Now.” And who were you to disobey?

The pain in your thigh meant nothing compared to the ache and longing you’d had for him since the moment you’d woken up that next morning. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, God was it bigger now? It certainly looked like it was. Holy shit, had you forgotten how he looked and felt after so long? The thought had your mind spinning again, the thought of maybe experiencing it all for the first time yet again sending thoughts tumbling around your scattered mind.

One hand was stroking himself, staring down at you as if he was trying to read your very thoughts. The other grabbed at your hair and pulled your face up to stare at him. His hips inched closer and your eyes shot to the erection that was just tantalizingly out of reach of your mouth. You started to reach a hand up to hurry him along but he stopped you with a few words, “Keep your hands still or I’ll tie them up.” Another obeyed order and you could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He liked it when you listened to him. “Good boy, Speck,” the words were like a purr and they soothed your racing heart easily.

Finally he stepped closer, his cock just an inch or two away, just hovering above your face like a promise of a reward so long as you behaved. You opened your mouth, near begging to taste it, especially when you held your tongue out. Glancing up at his eyes you caught sight of his smile, watching the way his beard twitched at the sight of you on your knees for him.

Your eyes were trailing down his bare chest and abdomen. God, he was a Greek god statue and you were absolutely nothing in his presence. When your eyes finally found his hard member again he finally let it press against your tongue. You’d forgotten the way he tasted, the way his skin felt as it ran hot along your tongue.

His hips drug back until only the tip of your tongue was pressed on his length before he pressed forward again. Heavy balls hit against the underside of your chin and you immediately turned your head down and ran your tongue over them. He let out a quiet sigh at the feeling, using the hand in your hair to press your mouth even closer, urging you to continue.

Your lips sucked one into your mouth, tongue circling it before you pulled away for a quick moment and then your mouth found the other one. Little tugs at your hair directed you where he wanted you to go, and the first time you ignored it the hand tightened in your hair and pulled you back away from his throbbing member. Burning eyes glared down at you, before he growled, “You want it?” His other hand wrapped around the base of his bobbing cock again, waiting for your answer.

A vigorous nod took hold of you before you remembered he liked to hear your answer, “Hell yeah I do John. I want it so bad,” when your eyes shot up to find his gaze again he still didn’t look satisfied with your answer. Desperation was taking hold as he held your head still with one hand and held the long awaited treasure with the other. “I’ve wanted it everyday for the past eight months. Haven’t stopped thinking about it, haven’t stopped thinking about you. The way you taste, the way you felt inside me,” your teeth bit into your lip then and your eyes squeezed shut. Every word was not only going to the base of his erection but to yours as well.

When he finally jerked your head closer you glanced up to see the satisfaction on his face again. Listening to his gravelly voice rattle through you as he spoke, “Then start fuckin listening, Speck.” You nodded a quick answer and before you could verbalize it he continued, “Open your mouth.” God he was like a different man, and you couldn’t get enough of this side of him. Your jaw dropped open in response and finally, fucking finally, the weight of his heavy cock slid into your awaiting mouth. A groan left his mouth at the feel of your lips closing around him and sucking him in as if you were trying to speed up the slow drag of his hips.

Your tongue traced the water droplets across his shaft as he buried himself in your mouth at a steady pace. Even when he touched the back of your throat he didn’t stop, he was only halfway inside and he knew you could take more. He’d seen and felt you do it. Your throat relaxed around him as his hand finally released the base of his erection and wrapped around the underside of your jaw. He was holding you in place and from your past experience with him you were almost certain you knew what for.

Burying himself completely inside your mouth and down your throat he held you there, pulling you closer still as the short dark curls tickled the skin of your face. When you tried to swallow around him he groaned at the feeling and bucked forward. His hand at the back of your head hit the tiles first to soften the blow for your head. The fingers that had been around your jaw slid down around your throat, feelling the length of it but not like he was choking you.

You couldn't fathom what he might have been doing until he moaned into the steamy air and muttered, “Bloody hell I can feel myself every time I move.” He slid out of your throat then, fingers pressing against your throat as he reveled in the feel of him stretching you so much. Your lips were still around the tip of his member as you tried to suck the soul right out of him, watching his head tilt backwards for just a moment, “Got such a tight fuckin throat." He grunted into the air with another thrust and this time you could feel his fingers dancing along the skin of your throat as well before he growled, "And a perfect mouth for a whore.” John let your head stay pressed back against the tiles as he released his grip on your hair. You watched as he braced himself against the wall instead with his fingers spread over the wall. The thick digits of his other hand were still grazing across the thin skin of your throat, unwilling to let the feel of this escape him even for a second.

The pace as he kept going sped up quickly, but by no means had it started out slow. He wasn't giving you the chance to adjust to him, if your teeth got too close to him he just pulled your mouth open farther with his free hand. If you weren’t sucking hard enough he would bury himself as far as he could in your throat until you were gagging on his length. All the while he whispered quiet little praises and degradations that had your throbbing member aching.

“‘M close,” he grunted out suddenly between his light huffs of air and sighs of pleasure. You hummed around him as if you were begging for him to cum down your throat like he had the last time. Begging to taste him again, to swallow every drop to sate the hunger you'd been suffering through for too long. To give you everything he had just like you’d dreamed about too many times to count now.

John, it seemed, had other ideas though as he pulled out of the mouth he had fucked until your lips were red and puffy now. A large hand wrapped around his length as he stared down at you, his eyes half lidded and his chest heaving with the effort. Looking down at you on your knees for him, lips still parted ever so slightly as you were still catching your breath because of him. Because he'd fucked your throat so hard and so long you'd been drooling over his length completely drunk on the way he tasted. Your saliva was dribbling down your chin and slicking the cock he was currently jerking like there was no tomorrow. His freehand curled into your hair again, tilting your head back so you could see every inch of his body working to reach his high.

A figurative buffet for your hungry gaze to feast upon. Watching his hand twist at the tip like he was trying to mimic what you would have done to him, because you had done that to him. But his high seemed to have stalled as he jerked his hand up his length and groaned at the feeling. Unable to reach the finish line by himself though, even with your panting visage as his visual aid, he just couldn't get there. So desperate for release and still so far from it. You started to move your hand but stopped yourself remembering his earlier threat. So instead you simply asked, "Let me do it for you? Please, John, I wanna do it."

His forehead fell forward and he nodded, adding a quick, "God yes," with a voice that had lost all its edge from before. That domineering side seeming to have dissipated the moment he saw you wanting him, pleading for him to let you help. His hand fell away from his aching member and yours immediately replaced it. He was coming apart at your touch nearly immediately. Fingers still holding painfully tight in your hair meanwhile the other he'd moved back to the wall, holding himself up as he watched your steady hand work wonders on him.

It didn't take long before your other hand was working along your own shaft, aching for a real release this time, not like the one from before. John was too focused on the hand around him to notice your ministrations, too caught up in the way you were soothing that ache for him that he failed to see you were taking the chance to also soothe your own. When you found his burning gaze a thought crossed your mind. The memory of that look of satisfaction and the smile at nearly every plea that had fallen from your lips, the way he had wanted you to ask for it, to beg for it. Fuck it. "I want you to cum on my face John," a groan fell from his mouth and his forehead fell forward against his forearm, hips bucking into your hand. Oh yeah he was disgustingly close now, "Please, I want to see you cum sir," and with a twist of your wrist at the tip he moaned into the echoing room.

Thick ropes painted your face as he bucked his hips closer, some of it catching in your hair. The tip of his member slid across your cheek as his hips finally stilled and you pulled your wrist away. It wasn't until you broke eye contact and looked down at your own leaking member, that he seemed to fall back into that dominant role from before. The fingers in your hair tightened again and he pulled your gaze back up to him, "Don't you dare." Your hand faltered but you couldn't stop it, you were so fucking close again. You could feel it edging nearer even as he pulled you up off the tiles till you were standing and nearly eye level with him. "You don't get to cum yet," pleasure rolled through you at the words, heading straight down to the nearly releasing tension you were trying to drag out.

Fingers left your hair finally and your head fell back against the tiles with a groan. Until you felt them close around both your wrists as he drug your hands away from you painfully hard member. "What did I say?" He rumbled in your ear, deep and rough and everything he hadn't been the last time. A whine fell out of your mouth before you could stop it and you watched his eyes travel down to your lips. For a fleeting moment you thought he'd finally kiss you. God, he really had no place here not when John was around, but you wanted to taste his mouth again and you'd pray to any higher power so long as you got your wish. You wanted to feel him exploring every corner of your mouth again, his tongue sliding over yours like you knew only he could. Instead he turned you back around to face the wall, water spilling over your head before he pressed you into the tiles chest first again.

"You can't answer me when I ask you something? Ignore me when I tell you something? You're going to learn to listen today, Speck," he pulled your arms behind your back holding them both around the wrist with one hand. You pulled against him, tried to get away and chase your fleeing orgasm but his other hand tangled back into your hair and pulled your head backwards. Your back arched as his hips pressed flush against yours and you felt his still hard erection sliding against your wet skin again. You could feel his beard burning across your skin right next to your ear now. Feeling the way the prickly hairs scratched across your skin leaving a trail in a way that was still so familiar, and you knew you'd be scratching it tomorrow. The dangerous lilt of his voice made every inch of your skin light up, "If you want to cum again it'll be on the end of my cock."

"Good God yes, please, fuck me please," it seemed your mouth was still disconnected from your brain else you doubted you ever would have said those words in that order to anything but a fantasy. John smirked against the skin of your neck, his lips pressing against the delicate skin. He wanted to mark you up, the both of you knew it. The Brit wanted to stake his claim and let it be known that not a soul alive could touch you, and damn if you didn't want him to do it.

And yet he refrained, for now at least, because he could realize you were still very much in need of medical attention and neither of you wanted the others to find out about this. Especially not whenever Soap inevitably took a gander at your wounds, and inevitably couldn't keep his mouth shut that you had bite marks and hickeys all over you. And you were not very good at lying, never had been when it came to the real world and real people. Put you in a life or death situation and give you a fake identity and a name and you were golden. Put you in front of family and friends and you were a sweaty mess trying to keep it together.

Fingers slid against your tight hole as John's mouth continued to let out quiet breaths against the pulsing skin at your neck. He wasn't kissing it or biting it, just staying annoyingly out of range, teasing you with a promise for more and never coming through. Your lips pressed tight together, humming in anticipation before his fingers finally slid inside you without so much as a warning. They went all the way to the knuckle and drew out a string of quiet whines from your mess of a mouth. The fingers pumped steadily inside of you, too little of the wrong thing though, even as they curled inside of you. A smirk found your own mouth then as you let out a breath into the air, catching sight of him as he tried to figure out what'd brought that look out of you. He didn't have to wait long though as you fucked yourself back onto his fingers said, "Thought I told you to fuck me, John, not finger me."

What the hell was wrong with you? You thought it and when you caught sight of his face again you knew he was thinking the same damn thing. Staring at you with those furrowed brunette brows and twitching mustache that gave him away so quickly it was almost comical. He pulled his fingers out and you ached at the loss until you felt the blunt tip of his head sliding against your tight and unused hole.

Oh shit, how stupid could you possibly be? Very, was the answer to that question. You could feel his hesitation, the worry that he might hurt you like he almost had that first time in his truck when you'd stopped him while he was barely even inside of you. He whispered against your ear, more gentle this time than he had been this whole time, "Tell me to stop if you need me to. I don't want to hurt you." A quick nod of answer and you felt the tip pushing inside your too tight hole and drawing a groan at the burn.

Fuck you weren't ready for this, for him. You hadn't even touched yourself down there since you'd last seen him, you didn't really even know how to do so. It'd been eight months since anything had touched that tight ring of muscle and it might as well have just been your first time again. His hips pushed forward smoothly, every ridge and vein of his cock causing your breath to catch and little whines to roll out of you without thought. John didn't go slow though with your hands still trapped at the small of your back, and as he was sinking inside you he very nearly lost his hold.

Your hands were straining to grab onto something, to brace yourself against some solid object. Straining to find some semblance of control that he was hell bent on not allowing you. His hips came flush to yours and it was too much, too fast, and yet it felt so damn good. Your eyes rolled back in your head already drunk on him with his hand still around your wrists and the other still curled into your hair. The moan you let out was obscene, and you could feel his cock jump inside you at the sound drawing out a quiet breathy, "J-John," that had his mouth finally dipping into the space where your neck and shoulder met.

Breathless and body raging with need you pressed as close as you could to him, feeling him grinding deeper as you did. "Such a good whore for me, yeah?" You nodded without thought, humming your agreement in hopes it would mean he'd finally touch you. That he'd finally let you cum since he was deep enough you could feel every line of his body against yours. Your hopes were dashed though nearly immediately as he pulled out fast enough that you could feel your body clenching at the sudden absence, trying desperately to find where the source of your aching pleasure had gone.

When he slammed back into you though you were done for. You fell apart as he took what he wanted from you, using your trapped arms to pull you back so he could sink as deep as possible inside of you. Your thoughts were a mess which was only mirrored by your babbling mouth. In any normal conversation you would have barely said more than common pleasantries and just enough to keep the conversation going. But to him, for him, you were searching for any string of words that would have him groaning in your ear. It wasn't until his hands left your hair, your forehead falling forward against the tiles that his newly freed hand roamed your body. It drug across your skin, nails leaving their trail across your back and sides before the water dripping off of John's shoulders washed them away.

The pads of his fingers slipped around your side, beginning a slow descent to what you hoped was your aching member. Please, please, please- the string of begging thoughts rattled around in your mind. You needed it so bad, needed to finish the right way this time. Eight months of pent up need and frustration and you were beginning to tear up at the feel of him inside you. Gasping every time he pulled out and moaning like the whore he kept proclaiming you to be whenever he slammed back in at his brutal pace, clenching around him desperately every single time. You tilted your eyes down, watching his fingers glide lower, and lower, and then lower still until finally, good Lord thank you finally, he wrapped his hand around your throbbing length.

"Fuck yes, John," you breathed out his name like a whispered prayer, and not two minutes ago it had been one. "Please, please, let me cum. I need to, want to cum on yo-" the hand you were watching dropped your member and you felt a sob clawing up your throat at the loss of contact. Eyes shutting tight so you didn't see the hand coming. "No, no, please. I've been good, please I need-"

Fingers wrapped around your throat and cut off the rest of your sentence before it could leave you. You tried to gasp but there was no air to be had as he pulled you off the tiles and back against his chest again. "Stay quiet for me, Speck. I locked the door but someone might try to break in here if they hear you crying like that. Crying like a good little slag for me," he accentuated it with a hard thrust staying buried inside you for a few seconds as he grinded into your depths. Feeling him strangle the cry for more in your throat.

A nod was all you could manage and you barely even managed that before he finally released some of the tension around your throat. His fingers still held fast there though, keeping you from finding the cool tiles again or from taking in a deep breath like you so desperately wanted. Forcing your back to arch against his strong torso. His pace started back again, jolting into your depths with newfound speed and ferocity. "So good for me now huh? Willing to follow orders and be a good boy. Where was that at earlier, Speck?" You couldn't find the breath to answer him, shaking your head wildly because that was the only thing you could actually manage to do even if it wasn't really an answer. He sank inside of you and you could hear his own desperation now as he grunted and said through gritted teeth, "So bloody tight."

He was too much for you, pressing against every wall and nerve ending seemingly without any effort. You were never meant to have discovered this pleasure filled sin that was John Price. God the feeling of him inside you was better than a glass of sweet tea on the hottest day of the summer. He was going to be your undoing because nothing could match the way he felt when his hips slapped against your ass and he pulled you down even further on him, feeling him roll his hips against you. You were grinding back against him when you finally felt it. That shock that had you nearly doubling over as his cock slid against that bundle of nerves.

The fingers around your throat finally let go and you could gasp for air again. Leaning forward as far as you could and pressing back into him. You felt his hand against your ass, strong fingers digging into the flesh and still refusing you the freedom of your own hands. He pulled you back against him with one hand and then leaned forward, draping himself over your back with his hands still digging into your skin. His grip was hard enough you knew he was going to leave marks there even despite having been so careful up till now.

His teeth nipped at the lobe of your ear catching it between his teeth and sucking on it lightly. When his hand left your ass you hoped desperately it was heading back down to your throbbing cock. But when you saw it bracing him against the wall your eyes shut tight with a needy whine. Desperately you wanted to complain but you knew that would only prolong this torture. His lips trailed over your shoulder, pressing into the still sore muscle and soothing it nearly instantly with a gentle kiss. And then he was growling in your ear again with a voice deep with lust, "Cum." Your cock jumped at the order but even as you grinded back against him you couldn't manage to obey. The ache was still settled at the base so stubbornly you could've died and it'd have been there when you woke up in hell.

Whining out quietly you answered, "I-I can't. I need-" his beard grazed against the back of your neck as he moved to your other side, distracting your scrambled mind even more than it already was. "I- please- John- need-" Sentences tried to form in your mouth but they got no further than a couple words before dying on your tongue. A low hum vibrated through the man behind you as if questioning what you were saying. Fuck, even you didn't know what you were saying. There was a stutter of your hips as you tried to pull forward along his length, stopped immediately by the strong hold on your wrists as John shook his head against your shoulder.

The man behind you nuzzled against the crook of your neck, humming again as you tilted your head for him, inviting him to do whatever he pleased to the exposed flesh. God please let him understand what you were trying to say in order to save you from the agony of another lost orgasm. "You can do it, I've seen you do it. Came on my cock the last time and I never even touched you." A groan left you incoherently then, trying to remember that night and failing to do so with the heat of this moment you were in right now.

Had you? You couldn't remember anymore. Your mind was a wild scramble now as you were still trying to piece the words together to beg him for mercy. "So," he pulled away from your neck, leaning heavily on the one hand as he pulled out of you slowly. "You're," he slammed back inside of you, earning a gasp at the feeling of the shocks racing through you. "Gonna," another hard slam against your ass, hitting that spot with ease now. He knew without doubt he could make you do whatever he wanted so long as he hit that one specific place. "Do it," your aching cock jumped at the sensations, "Again." He slammed in and grinded against you, his length heavy inside of you as he rolled over that place that was about to send you spiraling into the white at the edge of your vision.

He slammed a few hard thrusts into your depths as he leaned closer again, you could feel the warmth of his chest this close to your back now. When his low, rumbling voice echoed beside your ear you were done for, "Cum. Now." One last thrust and you were painting the tiles in front of you as you went blind to the world around you. Feeling only the fast thrusts of his cock as it buried deep inside of you over and over again as you tried to catch your breath. Then he was grunting and pulling you back on him as he strained to get deeper while he spilled inside of you. "Fuck, so good, so tight, fuckin perfect you are," his forehead was pressed against your shoulder as he rutted into you soothing the aftershocks of his overstimulated member.

Neither of you spoke for several minutes, just standing there as you both came down from the feeling of pleasure rolling throughout the both of you. John seemed thoroughly spent behind you, his chest rising and falling against your back, and his beard scratching against your skin with every movement one of you made. You were in no better shape, staring down at your softening member and panting into the humid air. It wasn't until the ache in your thigh and shoulder had you shifting that you felt John's head lift.

Felt his eyes burning into the back of your neck and knew he was wondering why you were moving. "My shoulder,” you paused with a grimace before continuing, “I've gotta move it," immediately his hands opened and he let your wrists go. He moved them instead to your waist and wrapped around your front to hug you close to his sweat and water slicked body.

He was still pressing against your walls, buried deep inside of you but you could feel him softening now. It seemed he was just enjoying the feel of your skin on him again. You couldn't complain though, you were enjoying it just as much. He maneuvered the two of you around, refusing to let you go as he leaned back against the tiles now and let you lay back against him.

His chin rested on your left shoulder, mindful of the injuries you'd already suffered today. A soft murmur against your skin had you tilting your head though as you turned to glance at him with furrowed brows. Just about to ask what he'd said he repeated it without prompting, "Said I missed you." Oh.

Your chin tilted up just a bit, the corner of your mouth turning up in a hint of a smile. His hands pulled tighter around your waist, nearly squeezing the breath out of you now, "Thought you were going to die today. I didn't have a shot without risking shooting you too, none of us did. He'd have killed you if not for that dog." The brunette pressed his face into your neck again, and you reached a hand up to run over the back of his head. Soothing him the only way you knew how, with physical touch.

Your fingers played in the short brown locks, moving down to his temple and rubbing soothing circles into it. Listening to his quiet sigh at the release of tension you could feel through his whole body. Until finally you were cupping his cheek, fingers scratching along his meticulously cared for beard. You felt his hips grind against yours, his member still pressed deep inside of you and you shied away from it. Wincing at the feeling and shaking your head at the thought of going again, "No more, John.” He halted and you could feel his gaze burning you, “Not right now. Damn." You forced yourself not to move again, taking a second to steady yourself against him.

The worry in those blue eyes when he pulled your face back to his nearly had you melting at the sight. He was holding the both of you frozen in place now as he asked, "Are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you," there he was. That was the John you remembered from back in the UK. Gentle and worrying and so dead set on pleasing you that you never would have guessed he had it in him to be so…dominant.

A slow nod did nothing to ease the worry though. He liked to hear it, wanted to hear you say it out loud so he knew you were telling the truth. "I'll be fine, just didn't expect it. Didn't expect you to be so rough," he was searching for that sincerity and when he found it you could see the smile on his face, even hidden behind that beard.

He pulled your face a bit closer as he leaned in, mouth just a hair's breadth away from yours. "What, you didn't like it?" Finally he closed the distance, lips pressing gently against yours. Pulling away you could still see that smirk as he asked, "Didn't like it when I treated you like a whore? Because you were definitely acting like one earlier today." His lips pressed against yours again and you felt the tease of his tongue against your lips, before he pulled back just a bit and growled out, "A right brat you've been all fuckin day." Another kiss, this one a bit more rough as he stole the breath from your lungs. As if he was trying to take you over so completely you had to rely on him for the very air you breathed.

It was you who broke away this time, letting your head fall back against his shoulder with a satisfied smirk, “Never said I didn’t like it. Just didn’t expect it.” His cheek rested against your shoulder then, breath playing across the skin of your neck in warm waves. It was impossible to move for either of you, well probably not for John but for you most definitely.

Time stood still for you, reveling in the attention you’d only ever received from him before. Finally he shifted behind you again, peppering light kisses to your face and muttering quick, “I’m sorrys” and “I knows”. You squirmed in his arms, trying to pull away, but he held you still with ease, finally pulling out of your depths and settling you against his body once more. After a few minutes you finally lifted your eyes to his again as he gave a little huff of amusement and whispered against your skin, “You need another shower I think. Good thing we’re still in here.”

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