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[specter319]

𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗟 THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD

Authors Note: It's been a while, and I do apologize for the wait. With the likes of mental health and finals taking the forefront and the incident that has taken the CoD community by the heart. I leave this little chapter as a means to try and comfort those still troubled by it and hope this can bring you some joy or inspiration, Fly High Vincent.

Gif Credit: Daniel Bruehl

Pairing: Damon 'Ninja' West x Kaden Lincoln, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish, Zack 'Nemo' Hayes x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. Word Count: 1.3k words no use of y/n eventual relationship establishment, however, Damon and Kaden are married. Summary: In a nation unaccustomed to war, Australia's newly elected government faces a dire crisis when rumours of a biological weapon on home soil, send shockwaves through the Government's defence sector. Dispatching a team of elite operatives to deal with it, the containment goes heads up as they look for other options.

The Black Angel Squad is soon assigned as the situation quickly spirals out of control behind the team's back unknowingly, and to stop a bleeding wound, Task Force 141 is brought in to assist them amid a frantic cabinet meeting of last-minute options and consistent fuck ups, forging an uneasy alliance between two teams. As tensions soar on both ends, questions arise about one thing: Was this the making of a weapon to begin with? Warnings: slow-burn, zombies, canon typical violence associated with Call of Duty, gruesome depictions of death, blood, swearing. ao3 version [Prev] [Next]

It was just a little over eight in the afternoon before a sudden tension was felt in the bones of a man, ironically enough, hidden behind a calcium veil, it was almost as if without even looking up from the conjoined notes of his inner workings that he could sense a presence at the door.

Before the form of the body could even knock, it was without hesitation that the male finally piped up as he signed away yet another form of action.

“Come in,” He was hoping it was that rapscallion Scotsman who was about to disturb him with useless conversation - anything to get away from a report that drained his life away only to have to replenish it with the likes of a non-existent sleep. But it wasn’t, instead, a younger, more reserved form of a man stood in front of him - Gaz.

“You’re urgently needed in the meeting room, Lieutenant. Price is calling all of us down here,” There was a hesitant form in his voice, he could hear it. Something had obviously gotten Price’s attention, and by the look of urgency in his eyes as Simon finally looked up from his paperwork. It was obviously no joke, usually Gaz would be off on his own thoughts, much like himself, or, hanging around Price. But the sucked in lips and almost targeted eyes had Simon moving his body before his mind could even calculate just as to where to go. And Gaz only knew to follow, closing the Lieutenants office door as they hurriedly walked down the corridors to the one place that never seemingly was abandoned for too long. Once more having people hanging around it, planning a move with what to do next.

“The whole team is there?” Ghost repeated as he looked over his shoulder

“Soap was about to come and get you before Price called him in, so I came and got you. Says a good majority of the Australian Government is there, plus Laswell is now involved apparently.”

“The Australian Government?” Ghost enquired as they entered the room, both met with waiting eyes from Soap and Price. As Ghost naturally gravitated towards the shorter Scotsman and looked over at the screen in front of them.

“Laswell.”

“Ghost, Gaz, good to see you,” Laswell spoke quickly

“Likewise,” Gaz chimed in.

“I do apologise for the short notice boys but, I’ve apparently been informed that there’s rumblings of a possible biological warfare happening out in a country that’s least expected in and amongst the giant spiders the size of a shoe. We got a report sent from Katherine about an attack and, well, I’ll let these guys say the rest. Prime Minister Wilson, if you want to take main stage,” Laswell stated before he spoke.

“Thank you Kate,” Wilson replied before he cleared his throat and began speaking up. “I was informed that, thanks to a few strings, favours and a very amazing Kate Laswell, that your Task Force is one of the best out there, though we have our own, not to brag. You’re going to be needed alongside them. Three days ago around 8:34 PM or 11:04 GMT your time, a complaint was made to local Northern Territory Police about a suspicious woman getting violent and angry, screaming as she ran around like a crazed lunatic. But, she never said anything verbally, just, screaming. Police were called to the scene after they tracked her down and tried to arrest the woman, but she had gotten violent all the more and she was shot on sight, during this process, it’s been reported that she had blood seeping from her eye sockets and had bitten a police officer.”

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap murmured “Blood from her eye sockets?”

“Correct, I’d state just exactly why but, I’m waiting for Professor Campbell to get back from her call regarding any further information about the report. What I can say, is the fact that, this is an isolated incident so far, and we’re keeping an eye on the police officer, in case anything goes south.” 

“Do apologise for the wait, I was just in a call with the local hospital that was holding the police officer. What did I miss?” Professor Campbell interrupted. Appearing fully in the camera’s view.

“Nothing much, we were just explaining as to what was going on incident wise and how this is an isolated incident as far as we know,” She was about to state more information, but was suddenly interjected by someone unknown to her.

“Why are we getting involved in it, your government has enough resources, doesn’t it?” Ghost budded in as he looked over at the screen. They had stated it themselves, a better task force than the one’s that they had right before them.

“Who might you be?” Professor Campbell questioned the man, interested by his own mask.

“Lieutenant Ghost,” A pause, she was caught off guard by the name, obviously.

“Okay, Lieutenant Ghost, well, we do have resources at hand, we have every security resource and health department on this because, this has been the first known case for someone to be bleeding from their eye socket, as far as we’re aware of. Though there is the cases where people can cry blood. According to three police reports I’ve gotten back, including the officer that was bitten. This was not at all the case, usually where it would form in the tear duct of the eye, it was forming on the middle of her eye sockets.”

No one knew what to truly say as they all looked at each other, how could you process any of that statement that you had been told.

“That’s impossible,” Gaz finally responded.

“It’s not, the crying part isn’t anyway. The only time tear duct bleeding usually happens, or as it’s better known for it’s scientific name, haemolacria. Is through trauma, surgery or infectious diseases. Given the reports of how this had occurred, we’re being led to believe that this could be the latter, and a few discussions had stated the possibility of plausible use of a biological weapon,”

“So you’re telling us, that you have no hardened evidence that this is a biological weapon, and you’re only giving us possibilities?” Captain Price asked. “I am not going to have my men risked until such time as you can safely state that you know it really is.”

“It’s the possibility that this might be a situated attack on the lives of millions of Australians that could be at risk if this isn’t chased up, which is why we asked you guys and our own team. We don’t know until such time as there is no plausible evidence that it isn’t a biological weapon. And we need your help to find out because if something happens here, god knows when the bloody rest of the world will fall to it,”

John was left in the bouts of a crossroads as he tensed up and grabbed at the seams of his shirt instinctively. He took in a deep breath before sighing and finally chancing it.

“What do we do if we find out it is?”

“Then you’ll be quarantined to make sure that you and your men aren’t infected with the disease, all the while we set up parameters that will keep the others safe and stop any of this before it gets out to the public, and handle the weapon accordingly.” It was the usual political jargon of ‘That’ll be when we get to it’. Looking over at his men, Price nodded before he finally gave in, knowing just what was at hand - but knowing that all of his men, him included, could deliver on it.

“When are we set to move?”

“As soon as you possibly can,” The professor stated simply. Given the mood in the room that John had seen as he looked around, this was apparently a hell of a lot more serious then what was initially thought.

And his task force had seemingly formed into a disease control team right under his nose.

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[nymahjoie]

Day two of kinktober '23, featuring you, Ghost, and an oral fixation.

[ao3] / text in read below

If there was one thing Ghost could rely on with you, it was your impatience. If you wanted something done, you wanted it done as soon as possible. That impatience bled into your professional life, making you a poor sniper, but excellent on your toes. Not that it mattered much now with those quick feet dangling over his shoulders after you pulled him close as soon as he walked through the door of your room, your face flushed and a pulsing eagerness between your legs.

For all his grumbling, he’s happy to oblige your neediness, your back pressed against the mattress, shirt bunched up to your ribs, and pants and underwear discarded with his mouth on your thigh. Your chest rises and falls with each kiss and nip, his teeth drawing out soft moans from your reddened lips. 

He shushes you and his fingers make their way into your mouth, hooking behind your teeth, “Don’t need anyone hearin’ you, now do we?”

You shake your head, lips closing around calloused fingers, and tilt your chin down to take them further in. His fingers slide along the length of your tongue, pressing against it until he finds the point that makes you gag. The sensation makes your hips instinctively rut forward toward him.

“There you go, that’s better.”

He takes the opportunity to shift positions and hitch your hips up higher, practically bending you in half with your ankles hooked behind his neck. The angle is perfect for him to keep both of your mouths busy. While his kisses the sensitive nerves between your legs, yours is occupied by his fingers pumping along your tongue.

“Fuckin’ hell, just look at you.”

Saliva spills past your needy lips as his fingers work in and out, drool trailing down from the corners of your lips as your moans are muffled by his hand. Your head bobs with the rhythm he’s set, whining when he removes his fingers.

“Ghost…” the moniker leaves trembling lips, your leg twitching beside his ear.

He chuckles at the sound, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Needy little thing, gettin’ off on my fingers in your mouth. Been achin’ for it, hm? Tch, can’t even go a week without me fuckin’ you.”

You squirm beneath him, trying to find more friction, your “please”’s and “need”’s filling the air around the two of you. 

“Barely five minutes in and you’re already buzzin’. Maybe next time I’ll make you wait longer.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, the way he enjoys being able to turn you into a babbling mess with just two fingers and his mouth. Smug bastard, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Not when Ghost finally takes you in his mouth, turning that quick mind of yours to mush with a single swipe of his tongue and emptying it of all thought aside from him and having your mouth filled. Were you in a state of caring, you’d probably have been embarrassed by the sound that leaves you, only to be muffled when his two fingers push into your parted lips again. But you don't care about anything aside from getting off at this moment.

His fingers pump in and out of your mouth in opposite time as his, the wet sounds of sloppy sucking filling the air as your hips grind against his face and your cheeks hollow around his fingers. His grunt vibrates through your core, a third finger being added and the pace picking up.

It doesn't take long before you feel yourself building towards climax, body tensing as your legs clench around his ears. You feel the first pulse of release shoot through your body, your eyes rolling back in your head as your back arches, your throat opening and closing around his fingers. You shudder under him, your hands gripping his hair tightly, pulling him closer to you as you ride out the orgasm. He doesn't stop until you've finished, his fingers still pumping away in your mouth until you're whining around them. 

Keeping your mouth occupied still, Ghost eases your hips down onto the bed and hovers over you. "You're such a good little slag," he says, leaning down and replacing his fingers with his mouth. You can taste yourself there on his tongue and the salty tang has you ready to go again. He pulls away and you swallow the saliva that threatens to dribble down your chin, licking your lips clean before looking up at him, a blissed smile curling across your lips.

You reach down to hook your fingers into his belt loops to return the favor, but he catches your wrist. You pout and Ghost is just about tempted to let you sink to your knees before his watch beeps, a reminder that you two are needed elsewhere, and he swats your hand away. 

“There’ll be time for that later. We’ve got a meeting, remember? Now, get yourself straightened out and be there in five.”

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[starswelike]

Okay, I know everyone is so hyped out there because of the new MW3...

So let's talk about the old Soap. 😜

My native language is not English, still thinking about writing a fanfiction about this big soldier.

Now, this thougts are some therapy for me... Thinking about he lives and he can find happiness either.

Sooo... I really thinking of the title.

Is: The One who could stop him - a good title? Thinking about something not too obvius.

Main target is Makarov, but who's the one who'll stop him?

(Oh and yeah, having a super secret agent LI for our beloved Soap is for the heartmelting moments. Thinking about slow-burn, and kinda sticking to the old timeline, but some things could change... And wanna make Ghost like he is in the new games, because I like him better that way.)

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[specter319]

𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗟 THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Authors Note: It's been 15 hours, 15. And for those that know what happens, do not comment on this post, as I will delete and block stated users who place it on here, I am very specifically waiting until the 12th of November for those who have logged off in their entirety to not be spoiled of anything regarding the new launch. And my thoughts generally, writing-wise on it will be launched on or after November 12. Other than that, for those that know and have played it. [-] Both have plot armor for reasons I can not get into, but ones that I'd much rather happily reveal in time. Enjoy the new post!

GIF by Loonlypaper as well as concept for message Pairing: Damon 'Ninja' West x Kaden Lincoln, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish, Zack 'Nemo' Hayes x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. Word Count: 2.1k words no use of y/n eventual relationship establishment, however, Damon and Kaden are married. Summary: In a nation unaccustomed to war, Australia's newly elected government faces a dire crisis when rumours of a biological weapon on home soil, send shockwaves through the Government's defence sector. Dispatching a team of elite operatives to deal with it, the containment goes heads up as they look for other options.

The Black Angel Squad is soon assigned as the situation quickly spirals out of control behind the team's back unknowingly, and to stop a bleeding wound, Task Force 141 is brought in to assist them amid a frantic cabinet meeting of last-minute options and consistent fuck ups, forging an uneasy alliance between two teams. As tensions soar on both ends, questions arise about one thing: Was this the making of a weapon to begin with? Warnings: slow-burn, zombies, canon typical violence associated with Call of Duty, gruesome depictions of death, blood, swearing.

Ao3 Version

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He should’ve had more coffee.

“Hey, lazybones.” 

A grumbled groan moved out of the males lips once more as he automatically turned around in his sleep, apparent that in the limited time that he hurried back to bed, it seemed just like moments ago. But instead, it was almost four hours later. A catnap, as Cameron had stated earlier.

“Damon, we are not doing this today, I know you got broken sleep, but you’ve had well over six hours. Out of bed, I need my shopping partner…and my partner.”

He was fighting a loosing battle in knowing his body was well aware of wanting to get up either way as he sighed before he rolled back over and finally sat up, his black hair all a mess. His eyes no longer filled with the same heaviness they once had earlier this morning, but more of a distant look in his eyes. Kaden always found his sleepy state adorable knowing he could barely calculate anything but how to breathe and complain in the morning.  

“We find out anything more since last night?” ‘Oh yeah, he wasn’t thinking alright.’ Kaden thought, a small tug to the corner of his lips had the male trying not to laugh at his vulnerable state of broken sleep. 

“Nothing other than the coroner has drawn blood and checked over the body, but isn’t allowed to examine them. Other than that, the cop is seemingly fine in his state, bite is apparently inflamed but, nothing else.”

Damon brush past the comment of not being able to examine them before he looked over at Kaden’s smile, tired muscles in his eyes made him look all the more out of it rather than the pure action of squinting as he tried to see what the other was hiding.

“What?” He rasped.

“You look cute with your hair like that.”

“I oughta kill you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Damon only gave him a look as the two went their seperate ways, knowing that he was going to take his moment to try and regain the energy he had from the night before he passed out in the bed. 

It was through the chugging of three coffees later and a mediocre serving of Special K that the male was finally good enough to go to tolerate the world as he finally hung around Kaden’s office and jingled the keys to let him know he was there.

“Look who’s finally alive.” “Must be dead inside with all those emails you’re answering,” He jeered back.

“Actually just more information on the mission we’ve gotten from earlier this morning. They’ve spoken to the other team, sending over a bunch of former SAS trained soldiers from a task force apparently.”

“SAS soldiers?” Damon asked before he moved into Kaden’s office, quickly turning to look at his computer screen. Rather casually, informing the likes that they have been assigned alongside Task Force 141 to investigate the incident which would be codenamed: Operation Sentinel.

“Who the fuck are Task Force 141?” Damon quizzed as he looked at the screen, even questioning the name of the operation as he looked at the email.

“Don’t know, we’ll find out in a few days when they get here. But right now, we need to do some shopping for the guys, we’ve got a whole list of stuff we need to get,” and then, Kaden went in for a kiss on a stubble filled jaw, Damon slowly looking over at Kaden with a slight smirk. Someone was a little clingy.

“’S matter with you today?”

“Can I not admire my husband for how hot he looks with a black jumper on and how he smells?”

“Alright, we are not doing this here again, I did this once to fulfil your office fantasy, we’re going shopping. Now,” Sometimes, Damon thought, it had honestly felt like they would swap each others thoughts around. And that was one of the scary parts of being married to the love of your life for as long as you had been, when you started to know one another’s thoughts. It became even more so just how easy you could drag them out of that stated mindset of longing they had for each other.

───

Shopping never seemed to be a nightmare on Wednesday’s in the afternoon, barely anyone seemed to be doing their shopping at a time like this, and it left the once crowded weekend days feel like you could finally breathe in a tightly compact place. Save for a certain ankle biter who rammed a trolley into the back of Kaden’s legs.

Damon had an innocent smile on his face as Kaden looked like he was going to reciprocate the movement that caused him to turn around to begin with, had it not been for Damon’s realisation with what aisle they were currently in. 

“Are we seriously buying chocolate for that fucker again? That’s the third bar this week,” realising what he’d stated, Damon quickly checked around for any kids before continuing his demeanour, an unspoken rule Damon had thanks to his sailors mouth. “I don’t see the issue.” “That’s usually because you’re away from Zack when he decides to go nuclear and thinks it’s fine to lay his lactose intolerance out on us, get him the cookies instead.” “He doesn’t like the cookies though.” “For the sake of our marriage - please,” Damon dramatically pleaded in addition with puppy eyes, which only Damon knew he could get away with.

“God you are so overdramatic Damon,” A roll of his eyes came to as he put the chocolate back and grabbed the cookies instead “Any complaints, it’ll come back on you.”

“There won’t be, unless he eats the whole packet in one sitting.”

“He probably will,” He brushed off.

“Fuck, you’re right,” Damon realised before he gently grabbed the list out of Kaden’s hands “Alright, next is butter, two bags of rice, spring onions, and a crap tonne of vegetables,” Damon paused in realisation “Are we having rice?”

“Figured given we’re on cooking duty this week we’d do something simple, gotta make enough for four nights so, I decided on rice, given pasta seemingly doesn’t really work as much.”

“Alright, you grab the butter, I’ll go grab the rest of the things needed on the list.”

“Wilco,” Kaden said before he dashed off down the other side of the supermarket. 

Eventual time of crossing one another’s paths would lead to the two getting to the checkout as they openly decided to go and serve themselves at the self-serve checkout instead of leaving the hard work to the others. A simple act of kindness in their eyes, and one less person to let what they could do with ease stress out about, and instead, allow them to take a breather for just a moment before another customer came hauling their groceries. Or were ungratefully needed for that one ‘shift’ they never really got paid for.

Knowing that they had finally gotten what they had come for, the pair of them got back in the vehicle as Damon, for once allowed the other male to drive, a sudden surprise to the other, as usually, their would be a complain in trail about it, even if it was the love of his life.

“You’re letting me drive?” Kaden questioned with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, I figured it was a thanks for last night and this morning.”

“You’re still out of it aren’t you?”

A laugh stifled out of Damon “Yup. It was this morning, too, wasn’t it?” He questioned, that’s what broken sleep did to a man. Threw him right off his perception of time. 

Nodding in replied confirmation came from Kaden before he started up the vehicle and made his way out of the parking lot. 

───

The rattle of the reusable thick plastic bags had Zack running down the hall as he eagerly awaited the two men to come back into the kitchen with baited breath. As he waited for them to place the bags on the table before he greedily got to what he wanted, he’d been desiring for the past almost twelve hours - chocolate. However, as the zipper came flying around the edges of the bag, opening the flap to it. His face quickly pulled downwards at the sides as he realised it wasn’t a whole chocolate bar, but instead, cookies.

“Alright, which one of you two did this? It’s very funny, cookies instead of a chocolate bar,” Zack stated, confused as he pulled at the box, maybe it was just a little prank and they had a lot of chocolate bars inside, shaking it didn’t seem to resolute much hope within him though. The unbroken seal, an unknown answer to Zack’s logic, would’ve also flown open given how hard he’d shaken it just seconds ago.

“Blame Damon,” Kaden raised his hands as he moved away from the mess, pulling the bag towards him and grabbing what was needed for what would be a giant serving of tonights dinner. Knowing Damon would come to help him once he was done bickering with the other male.

Damon only looked back at him as Kaden avoided his gaze like he was on the other side of a glass pane to his husband, all the while, Zack was burning daggers into Damon’s skull as the other man finally looked back at him.

“You’re sick,” Zack accused.

“Look, I’m not buying forty dollars worth of chocolate bars just so you can treat the cap and I like Meg from Family Guy. The only time I will suffer through it is if I buy you a chocolate cake, even then,” Damon exaggerated.

“I’m not lactose intolerant!”

“Like hell you aren’t,” Damon quickly witted back. “They’re worse than mine. Kaden back me up here.”

Kaden immediately broke out into a song, humming as he placed the rice down onto the table. 

“Quite the supportive husband,” Damon gestured, receiving a smirk from the other.

“Obviously your backup thinks otherwise,” Zack stated before someone else walked into the room, Cameron.

“Alright you two, what’s going on here?” The captain decided to bite at the bickering between the two and Damon immediately explained, giving no room for Zack to try and argue his case.

“I gave Zack cookies instead of a whole chocolate bar today,” Damon said as he looked over at him. Cameron looked at him as if he were insane, but a saviour all at the same time, it was the one night they were playing Uno that Cameron flashed back to that moment he will never forget, he swears by the book Zack had done something more than just farting. And Damon had sworn the opposite, that he’d only done exactly that.

“I’m giving you a promotion after this,” sarcasm, of course given Damon’s last stance on being offered it. But Damon tried not to laugh at the subtle gratitude.

“He’ll go through it within a sitting anyway.”

“Oh come on, not you, Captain,” Zack complained

“Damon was right to, I think I lost my smell that night, never been able to smell the petrichor since,” Cameron laughed before he looked over at Kaden, he was on cooking duty tonight, and he was glad he was getting right to it, especially with the news that had developed. “Complaints aside, we’ve got some good news, and bad news.” 

“That we won’t smell death anymore?” Damon chuckled as he got a glare from Zack. Though they all knew he wasn’t going to do anything, one of them always became the butt of some joke. It was the way they operated.

“No, we have an operational unit on the way labeled as Task Force 141, they’re sending out four of their men to help investigate this case which we still haven’t gotten any update on since early this morning, been sitting and waiting for one but, you know how emails go. Bad news however, news crews have gotten word about it - and they will not stop until they have answers.”

“You’d think with the budget they have, an email would be simple enough to do,” Zack retorted.

“Yes, well, that’s not the case, so we’re headed out to Melbourne Airport at 0700 hours to pick them up from a domestic flight and then we’ll be headed out to Katherine, should be there by at least by 1300 hours.”

“Can you just use normal time?” Damon groaned before he sighed - though he understood it very well, he often chose to speak to other teammates by using the AM and PM format much rather than military time. 

“You know the rules, Damon.”

“Yes Captain.”

“Any questions?”

“Yeah,” Kaden asked as he chewed on a mushroom head. “Why haven’t we gotten any emails or intel back from the Departments yet about the reports?”

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[specter319]

𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗟 UP IN THE AIR

Authors Note: Hey you lot! Sorry to keep you guys hanging, but this will be the final update for the story, for this year. I'm taking a Christmas break to go and work on myself, reblog some fan art and stories that catch my eye, update my Tumblr blog, and even, work on some more stories including this one. Yes, the brain rot for Call of Duty is real — and when you actually listen to your brain and write, with nothing in goal, you end up getting....[Checks other document] 3,000 words of a chapter that hasn't even seen the end of it yet. Anyway, enjoy the final chapter post for 2022!

GIF by Loonlypaper as well as concept for message Pairing: Damon 'Ninja' West x Kaden Lincoln, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish, Zack 'Nemo' Hayes x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. Word Count: 2.3k words

no use of y/n eventual relationship establishment, however, Damon and Kaden are married. Summary: In a nation unaccustomed to war, Australia's newly elected government faces a dire crisis when rumours of a biological weapon on home soil, send shockwaves through the Government's defence sector. Dispatching a team of elite operatives to deal with it, the containment goes heads up as they look for other options.

The Black Angel Squad is soon assigned as the situation quickly spirals out of control behind the team's back unknowingly, and to stop a bleeding wound, Task Force 141 is brought in to assist them amid a frantic cabinet meeting of last-minute options and consistent fuck ups, forging an uneasy alliance between two teams. As tensions soar on both ends, questions arise about one thing: Was this the making of a weapon to begin with? Warnings: slow-burn, zombies, canon typical violence associated with Call of Duty, gruesome depictions of death, blood, swearing.

Ao3 Version

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The sound of rubber reverberating through the firewall of the giant SUV had drowned out some of the Taylor Swift, Kaden just had to play. While nursing a cup of freshly brewed coffee, straight from the motherland of the golden arches. Another one of the track fives that Damon had heard a million times started playing with that familiar piano rolling through, mere seconds in, though he enjoyed it. There was always something about the lyrics that Damon had noted, never willing to comment on, that he could see resonated with Kaden’s relationship between his parents, ever since he placed that ring on the very same finger that nursed a coffee.

“Can we skip this one? I don’t like it,” Damon simply stated as he looked out the window, Kaden giving him a glance of skepticism.

“Out of all the songs, this one? Seriously?” Kaden questioned as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Never liked it, anyway, next track,” Damon said before he pressed a button on the screen though the same rubber sound filled in the cabin, a tired sigh revealed what Kaden was about to say.

“You just like this one because it’s more country.”

“Yeah, so what if I do, she makes a great country song.”

There was a pregnant silence in the cabin, maybe Kaden had finally caught onto why he skipped it, but like they were always doing, one was always interested in what was rattling around in the others mind, never having enough time to truly interrogate or question one another’s actions.

“Are you awake yet?” Kaden questioned.

“Nope, still very much dead inside,” It was a question both knew the answer to after so many years.

Breakfast had not gone the way of calming them down since Cameron had told them the simple detail. No further information had been given out about the incident other than the fact that they were being assigned  alongside a task force to figure out just what exactly happened, other than a few details about what plane they were on, and the reports had been seen. When they had pressed for more? Nothing. Cameron had even pleaded with Colonel Vanessa, someone who was able to get anyone to heed to her command given the status of their task force to do something about it, pull some strings to get some form of an answer, but even when she did, not one of the higher ups were willing to give an answer other than ‘we’ll get back to you on that one.’ Not only was she pissed, but it had left an uneasy feeling in the pits of their Bacon and Egg filled stomachs as their radios went off. 

“How you two lovebirds doing in there?” It was Zack, taunting as always. 

“Pending divorce and assault charges,” Kaden replied back sarcastically.

“We love to see it!” Zack replied back in a monotone voice, it was truly a shock when he used the generational slang that Kaden and Damon never truly understood, but somehow, did all at the same time given they were only born three years apart. “How long till ETA?”

“Fifteen minutes. They should be landing in ten, least that’s what we’ve been told.”

“Of course you’re too lazy to check how long we have left to go,” Damon chimed in.

“Yeah, it’s fun driving you two up the wall.”

Damon looked over at Kaden as he shook his head. “Keep that up and you won’t even get cookies.”

“Sorry,” Zack quickly mumbled back. As much as he hated the cookies, he was at least grateful for the gesture.

An audible snicker moved through the pair before the silence of the song in the cabin kept them lingering back to the shady feeling of just what exactly were they keeping from them finding out. Damon realised he’d picked up on something about that feeling, deciding to announce it over the radio in a timely fashion as always.

“You know that Professor?” Damon mused, silence over the radio before he checked the rear view mirror, a familiar black SUV sitting behind them - Cameron and Zack in the second car.

“Professor Campbell, yeah, what about her?” Cameron replied.

“She was kind of shifty, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?”

Kaden was even interested as he looked over at the male, quick to squint his eyebrows in a questioning demeanour.

“Police chief interrupts her when she gets, to his definition at least, rowdy, doesn’t dare to comment any further on what she said though.”

There was silence, between the bickering and nonsense of that mornings early antics. Damon picked up on one thing many people usually couldn’t — body language.

“Could just be a plain sexist cop trying to tell a woman what to do,” Zack interjected.

“He might be, but, that aside, it wasn’t like that,” Damon stated as he paused, it was the quiver in her voice. 

Had she said too much? 

“She had a moment of hesitation in her voice. Like she’d let on a bit too much than what we needed to be told.”

“I think you’re clutching at straws now, Damon,” Cameron replied. “No way a woman of her stature could be shut down by someone lower than her rank.”

“If the money pays well enough,” Kaden murmured as he raised his eyebrows, leaning back into the seat, slowing the car down as they turned off the freeway.

“Just let it go Damon, I’m sure they’re just figuring out things as they happen and they have no information.”

But he didn’t want to, for the sake of his own team. He begrudgingly did so as he let the radio go silent and sighed before he placed his head roughly against the headrest — for a moment, Damon had gotten too far into his head, and Kaden had noticed.

“You think there’s something else behind it?” Kaden questioned, deciding to run with his idea. Damon knew he was letting him have his moment to cool down, to let him explain himself when others wouldn’t. To hear out each others sides, it was a thing they did, a subtle way of holding each other in an embrace, without physically needing to. A way of always being there for one another.

“For someone so professional, she certainly seemed like she was getting paid to keep a lot behind that curtain of hers.”

“Politics is a high pressure situation, and when shit hits the fan, especially when it’s out of control in seconds. People can break under the pressure. You, of all people would know that.”

“But this pressure and their pressure are completely different.” 

“Depending on it’s context, yeah, I guess you’re right. But, if the situation requires you to have control at all times and something happens under your watch that you can’t control?”

“You start to panic,” Damon added. Maybe it was just that, maybe she was panicked over nothing, and the fact that if she slipped up on any minor detail. She would be gone from the security of the seat she walked to every morning that she had safely called a job. But Damon was still doubtful in the back of his mind of something being off. Knowing that he was stressing over the unknown, he was better off doing the same over the miles of road that was in front of him. Only moments away from the Task Force they were set to meet in regards to this, they’d never gotten any information about them, just the fact that four of them, were to present at the airport. And they didn’t even know exactly who each individual would look like, though, given the plane they would be in. It wouldn’t have been too difficult to spot a few people walking out of an exit not used by common people.

“Hey.” 

“Mhm?”

With a shift of his hand, Kaden quickly grabbed it from the corner of his eyes and moved a thumb over his knuckles. He grounded him in his thoughts of worries as Damon soon returned the gesture by interlacing his hand into his.

“It’ll work out, somehow.”

Damon only took in a deep breath as the car zoomed along on the highway, passing signs that only showed them getting closer to the destination that they needed to be at, and in the sky, just as red and green lights flash ever so subtly, revealed exactly who they were looking for.

“That’d be our assets,” Kaden spoke up before he finally moved his hand gently away from Damon’s, already missing the warmth.

Kaden pressed the button on his radio, he wasn’t too sure about it just yet. “Plane coming in hot that’d be them, right?” 

“According to Flight Tracker, that’d be a yes,” Zack replied.

Another pause of silence.

“…You did not just use Flight Tracker to tell us that was the aircraft.”

“Take a wild guess boys, what’s it going to be?”Damon got a scalding look from his husband, a smile almost played on his face.

“Airbus A320?” Damon quizzed, he was playing into Zack’s love of aircrafts.

Zack made a buzzer noise in response to Damon’s guess. “787.”

“Damn.”

“Zack!” Kaden interrupted, he was still awaiting the answer to the question, but instead, silence moved through both vehicles cabins as they made the final turn off into the airport. It already looked busy with the amount of taxi’s lined up in the ranks, and vehicles dropping off passengers given the early hours of the morning were seemingly the best. However, it was with luck that they were skipping all right past that, and to an entry gate that awaited a few security guards. Confused just as much so in wondering why their presence was here.

“Car behind with you?” The man asked as he looked back at the second black SUV.

“Yeah, here to collect a few people,” Kaden stated as he handed over his ID, Vanessa had obviously planned ahead, and on extremely late notice, what a godsend of a woman she was. 

“Ah, Lieutenant Lincoln West, welcome, if you just follow the yellow line on the road and go to gate two, the people will be waiting for you there,” The man stated before he backed up and pressed a button, the gate moving open.

Kaden paused at the sound of his marital name being stated aloud, it was too late to correct him, but a nod of appreciation was something he gave back in return before the pair of black cars moved into the airports smaller roads. Upon inspection, there was so much the men hadn’t seen behind the scenes of a place that was so busy, known for it’s destined lines and planes taking off like it was a last chance, as Kaden slowly drove in, he quickly took his hand back to the radio to question just what Damon had inspired him to wonder about.

“Did they seriously not give us information beyond an incident and a Task Force?”

“Other than what we know, what time they’d be arriving? absolutely nothing,” Cameron replied.

As the comms went silent again, Damon looked over at Kaden with a knowing smirk as he finished off his coffee.

“What?” Kaden asked, that smirk usually meant trouble.

“It’s just — never thought I’d hear someone say my last name next to yours, it sounds good.” “Maybe I should’ve had Zack in the car with me,” Kaden grumbled. Damon looking falsely offended as that smile, moved his way onto his face. Only something his husband could make him do, he still made him laugh with the small things, after all these years. 

A cute shared moment aside, as the smile faded from both mens eyes, something now was off about all of this mornings efforts to Kaden as he gave a suspicious glance to Damon. Efficiency and effectiveness as well as proper planning was something that their Squad worked on, throughout plans, multiple paths and questions in any form that included ones of stupidity were how they worked in order to know exactly how to pin point what they were after. And with the way this incident fell into their hands, it was now a growing pit of doubt forming in Kaden’s stomach as he did nothing but await for yet another set of gates to open as they got closer to the taxiing aircraft.

Planes always fascinated Kaden, just how massive the wing size of such a plane could support itself. Though nowhere near as geeked out about it as Zack was, the sheer size of them always had him in bewilderment, even with the size of the 747 he was stunned by the sheer mass of how something could easily float in the sky and have it done with 2 million lines of code. As he parked up near the plane on the side of the road, careful to leave some space for the working airport crew, a few looks from the crew who had seemingly worked hours on the shift were giving each other looks. 

Why were they here?

Though they were on time, it was almost another half an hour before anything truly started moving in full force. And as Damon tapped Kaden’s shoulder, a quick button on the radio had Kaden relaying that they were ready for them to move as all four of them got out of the car. Leaving doors opened as they moved in front of their doors, and saw the ones to the airport open, ones that were rarely used by people unless it was for a connecting flight.

And just like that, the first man to appear was that of a lenient male in a blue shirt and a mohawk.

“How the hell’d he manage to get through selection with hair like that?” Zack questioned.

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[nymahjoie]

Day three of #kinktober '23, featuring f!oc, Ghost, and bondage.

[ao3] / text in read below

Niamh understood the desire to let go after a hard day. Hell, she often had to be forced to take a break and decompress when she got too in her own head about work. It could be quite freeing to relinquish control, if done right and with the right person; to be able to trust another to be able to care for you in that way. At least that’s how she saw it and if she could offer that–be that–for Simon, whether it be a gentle hand on tense muscles or her head between his legs. Maybe that’s what kept drawing them to one another, two people with issues in control needing the other to balance them out, to see when they had gone too far. An odd symbiotic relationship.

They had spoken on limits early on in their relationship. For Niamh, it was no pissing, no Daddy/Mommy shit, and sure as hell no impact. For Ghost, it was similar with the addition of not being forced into anything with a hard limit on suspension and soft on being tied up. They each had their own reasons and didn’t press the other to explain why, just agreed not to push those boundaries. There were, however, days when Ghost would request to be bound.

“Within reason, only if I ask,” he’d said the first night he asked, Niamh’s eyes lighting up at the opportunity.

So when the text came through from Ghost saying he’d be in Poole around 2030 and to have her gear prepped, she didn’t question the reasoning behind him being so far south. The grapevine said the 141 had recently been deployed, classified yadda-yadda (when wasn’t it with their respective branches). Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised if he purposefully flew into Bournemouth just for this. Maybe he’d just tie it up into a work trip by telling Price he was scouting or something. Whatever his reasons were, Niamh set to work organizing a mental checklist of what all she’d need. Most of it was kept together in its own bag, but it didn’t hurt to be sure it was all there and ready.

She messaged back, albeit excited at the rare opportunity.

> You’re lucky I can get away for a night

>> Cheeky bint

>> You’re lucky I like you

> Pog mo thoin

> Send me the details already

After dismissing her team for the day, she was quick to return to her quarters for a shower and change of clothes before packing a light weekender with the necessities and her kit, then heading out to meet up with Ghost. 

He’d chosen the same hotel they’d stayed at before, even managed to get the same room. Why not? After all, the memories were already there. Maybe they could act as a placebo to help him relax. That or he was more caught up than he fully realized–in this being their oasis, a tether just for the two of them in the middle of the tumultuous sea that is their military responsibilities. Ghost didn’t keep much for himself, wasn’t a selfish man, but with Niamh and the way she managed to erode her way into his mind, he’d allow it.

Maybe that’s why he was okay with being a hundred miles from home and coaxed out of his clothes by gentle hands and an even gentler voice. Laid on his stomach with firm knuckles massaging along his back. When did she have time to keep them so well maintained, he wondered, though the thought is lost when his wrists are drawn together with paracord cuffs, black and white, slid over them. Ones she braided just for him. The plastic closures click shut and the silver rings are brought together by the metal tink! of a snap hook. 

Niamh was slow about easing him into it. No sense in rushing things and stressing him out more. It’d just negate the whole thing. She’d do this each time, remind him of his say in this, that she was offering a safe place for those bottled-up feelings to be recognized and felt. Whatever stresses, anxieties, or tension could be let go of and he could allow himself to be cared for.

“You good?” Her lips pressed to the back of his shoulder.

He grunted, turning his head from the mattress. “‘Bout as good as I can be.”

She nodded and helped bring Ghost up into a sitting position, moving to stand before him with an affectionate smile. Short, rounded nails scratch through his hair to tilt his head back. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re here to work on that, isn’t it?” His eyes fell shut, head leaning into her touch. God, it was good to see the stoic persona drop. For Ghost to fade away like the tension in his muscles and allow Simon to just exist, to feel.

“I’m good,” he repeated, eyes remaining shut, “You can start whenever.”

“Okay.” Another nod from her. Niamh tamped down her excitement, the urge to bounce on her heels as she reached for the coil of rope in her bag. It wasn’t often she was given this chance, to allow her skills to shine, but she couldn’t rush this. As fun as it was for her to have Ghost under her, this was about him and the time he’d allow himself to be vulnerable. Maybe there’d be a day where she could convince him to have a little more open fun with it, to let her creativity shine through. For now, though, she’d settle for simple rope work and knots.

She took her time securing the first row of black rope across the front of his chest and around his upper arms, guiding his arms to stack behind his back. One loop after the other, snug knots securing his wrists to the lower row of rope hugged around his ribs. A no-nonsense box tie. Even the basics could be fun in their own way, keeping Ghost’s hands from wandering when they shouldn’t while still offering the security of pressure on his body.

The dark rope was a beautiful contrast to his pale, scarred skin. No wonder he always wore black. The color suited him like no other could. “Aren’t you a sight?” Niamh told him as such with a look of admiration both at her own work and at the sight of him bound and sitting at the edge of the bed. “Almost makes me wish I could do this more often.”

“Almost, Lieutenant-Commander.” He chuckled dryly, a push for the upper hand despite his current situation.

“Uh-uh,” she took his chin in her hand and jerked it up, “none of that, now. Same rules for you as they are for me. No mention of rank or work. Hell, not even a word of the world outside these four walls. Understood?”

There was silence for a beat before his head tipped down in a nod. “Clear.”

“Grand.” Her stern expression effortlessly melted back into one of sweet affection. She didn’t need to play hardball here; this wasn’t an exercise in control but an exercise in letting go. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, thumb idly tracing his hairline as she waited for his shoulders to ease once more. “Not too tight?”

“Mm, no.” Simon’s head tipped forward to lean his forehead against her ribs to hide the flush that crept on his cheeks at the intimacy of his position. This wasn’t exactly a sexual endeavor for him, instead a rather intimate trust exercise. “It feels…nice. Familiar.” he mumbled against the fabric of her shirt, punctuating with a kiss to her sternum. She hummed in response, one he could feel reverberate through his head.

“Green, then?”

“Mm.”

“Words, Simon. Since you can’t use your hands.”

“...Yes. Green.”

“And you’ll let me know otherwise?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” Niamh settled down onto the edge of his lap. close enough to tease but not enough to give him any friction. Her hands settled on either side of his neck, fingers curling around the back of it to trace firm circles to massage away the tension there and a smile curling up on her lips when he groaned a curse. “There you go. Just relax; let go for me, Simon.” Always using his name to help further ground him, to separate man from mask, in moments like this.

Lower and lower her hands moved, making him gasp and tense in the right ways, until they rested at his waist with her nails curling into the pale skin there. “Fuck, Vee,” he breathed a groan, leaning forward to press their foreheads together, “Need to feel ya.”

It killed him to not be able to touch her, to not be able to participate like usual. She chuckled and shifted her hands back up to hook two fingers beneath the lower row of rope across his ribs, using the leverage to shift herself forward. “That better?”

He answered “Yes” in a whisper, closing the distance between their mouths in a firm kiss. SImon’s brow furrowed when its not reciprocated by a matching movement of lips, but instead a grin.

“Not much patience in you, hm?”

“Niamh, please. I’m not much feelin’ like beggin’ tonight.”

“Too fuckin’ bad, hun. I’m not going to just roll over for you just because you asked.” Even if it sounded like music to her ears to have her name and “please” be uttered in the same sentence so quickly. Even if she wanted to tug her clothes off and get on him then and there. No, there’d be time for that later after she’d drawn him under at least once and got him out of that tough head of his.

Instead, she traced a teasing line just under the rope with a fingernail, barely giving the contact he desired. The little bounce from hardening flesh against her thigh isn’t missed. “Been a while, hasn’t it? Few weeks, a month? What, you haven’t found a pretty little thing to keep your bed warm when I’m not around?”

“Wouldn’t be the same.” He grunted, stomach tensing as her nails trailed lower past his ribs, the patch of hair below his navel, to the base of his cock. 

“Aw, you do like me.”

Simon groaned, hips pressing up into her hand. “Obviously.”

“I know.”

It didn’t need to be said out loud, they both knew it. An unspoken understanding of their feelings for one another, even if exclusivity wasn’t expected. They were busy after all, not often able to steal time away when not stationed together. But that didn’t stop it being difficult to think of another on lonely nights. Maybe that’s why rendezvous like this were becoming more frequent. 

Niamh pushes off his lap to kneel between parted legs, cheek resting on his knee as her fingers curl around him, applying pressure with each finger. pinky to index, then repeating again and again until his leg twitches beneath her cheek and she has to loosen her grip to accommodate him in her hand. His head lulled forward to watch her, a stifled moan rumbling in his throat as her lips teased his tip. Slowly lowering her head, she glides her tongue along the underside of his length, taking inch by inch further in her mouth until she can’t take anymore, using her hand to fill the remaining space.

Up and down her head bobbed as he grunted and cursed, focusing on his breathing rather than how much he wanted to thread his restrained fingers through her hair and guide the movements of her head further until she gagged around him. His breathing picked up more. Shit, it really had been awhile if he was already far too close to finishing down her throat.

“Vee,” he warned, eyes fluttering, but she didn’t stop. No, she only pulled back just enough to take him in both her hands and lick and tease at the head until he was moaning her name. Pathetic in the sweetest way when he’s lost in it. A few more swirls of her tongue before she pulled her mouth from him to look up and see his eyes squeezed shut. 

“Hey,” she urged, voice hoarse, repeating back a phrase he’s pulled on her so many times, “Eyes on me.” She doesn’t bother wiping the drool that trailed down her chin and neck, soaking into the collar of her shirt, as her head dips down to invite him back into her mouth, moving her hands to his thighs, nails digging in. Her eyes lock with his as her head moves down then up.

Simon gasped, “Fuck.” His shoulders hunched forward, arms straining against the black rope.

Down, deeper, and held there longer. Up, tongue trailing the length.

Down, up. What he wouldn’t give to bury himself there in her throat.

Down, up. What she wouldn’t give to have friction between her own legs to ease the growing throb. 

Down, up—but not quite. His body shuddered, hot white half spilling down her throat and half shooting up her nose and onto her cheek. 

“Goddamn, Si,” Niamh coughed, a smirk on her swollen lips. She pushed up to stand before him again, taking his head in her hands to lean down and kiss him, allowing him to taste himself on her tongue. When she pulled back, it took Simon’s eyes a second to focus in on her, making her chuckle. “Don’t go getting lost on me yet. How’re you feeling?” 

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He panted, trying to find some regularity in his breathing. “Green.”

Her eyes flitted over his features, looking for any signs of discomfort he may have been hiding. Satisfied that there were none, she closed the distance between their mouths again. “Good, ‘cause you aren’t done yet.”

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[specter319]

𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗟 THREE DAYS LATER

Authors Note: The first chapter is here! And so much has happened on the CoD side of things. There are only two more weeks before the Open Beta of MW III and 17 days until The Haunting happens. And that, I'm scared about.

GIF by Loonlypaper as well as concept for message Pairing: Damon 'Ninja' West x Kaden Lincoln, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John 'Soap' MacTavish, Zack 'Nemo' Hayes x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. Word Count: 2.1k words no use of y/n eventual relationship establishment, however, Damon and Kaden are married. Summary: In a nation unaccustomed to war, Australia's newly elected government faces a dire crisis when rumours of a biological weapon on home soil, send shockwaves through the Government's defence sector. Dispatching a team of elite operatives to deal with it, the containment goes heads up as they look for other options.

The Black Angel Squad is soon assigned as the situation quickly spirals out of control behind the team's back unknowingly, and to stop a bleeding wound, Task Force 141 is brought in to assist them amid a frantic cabinet meeting of last-minute options and consistent fuck ups, forging an uneasy alliance between two teams. As tensions soar on both ends, questions arise about one thing: Was this the making of a weapon to begin with? Warnings: slow-burn, zombies, canon typical violence associated with Call of Duty, gruesome depictions of death, blood, swearing. ao3 version [Prev] [Next]

THREE DAYS LATER

Broken sleep was never really a thing for a man who wanted every hour of it that he could get — somehow, it seemed on this occasion, that luck didn’t seem in his favour. Weakened muscles came to life as one body moved further into the crook of another bodies neck, hoping that if they moved just a little more closer to the seeping darkness, the smell and warmth of security, that they would fall back asleep and not have any reminded instance of it. That’s what Damon West had hoped as his body woke up in a half asleep state as he gripped onto the man that he fell asleep on, taking him in with all of his senses as he finally opened his eyes gently. Allowing for them to suddenly be invaded by the familiar yellow hallway light that, oddly enough, was not off like it had been after so many years of the familiar pattern of it being so. It wasn’t time to get up yet, he’d sworn by it, the food coma he had been in just hours earlier had definitely not worked its magic like it did all those weeks before. And by the likes of the light being on as the glow surrounded the door, it was obvious something had happened. Maybe it was that the captain had finally gotten a call from the big dogs, and they were able to move in on a crumb instead of the paperwork that all awaited on their desks day by day. But there wasn’t another thought that rolled through his mind as the warmth, and shifting of the man below him pulled him back into a sleep that he wished he’d never come out of to begin with.

He only got a further hour of peace before it was ruined by the gentle nudging of the very same man he was being held by — his husband. His sleep felt a lot heavier than what it was for an hour, a feeling he was never able to shake off as he groaned hearing his name being whispered gently. His husband knew being disturbed in his sleep was a horrible thing to do. Because to be disturbed, it was usually some form of prank, or something serious. And it was the latter, given the words were barely registering in his ears, as his body once again came to life.

“…Needed down in the meeting room,” His husband’s voice gently rumbled above earshot as if it was some sort of dream.

“Huh?” Damon spoke hazily.

“I said we’re needed down in the meeting room.”

“What time is it?”

“Little over four in the morning,” He spoke lowly, usually he was trying not to be a bother to him in a serious time - it was a subtle thing Damon noticed, and he loved it. Music to the males ears like the gentle kisses placed on the male’s hand, holding it and slowly coaxing him to get up.

So that was why he could see the light coming from the door earlier in his sleep, or was he dreaming that too?

“C’mon, we don’t need to get formally dressed, I’ll go grab you a coffee. Then you can sleep for the rest of the day.”

“What would I do without you Kay?” He sooked.

“Live a very unhappy life, Damon.”

A small smile moved across his lips before his husband began moving away, only to be tugged back by Damon’s sleepy arms. Knowing exactly what he wanted as he pressed a gentle kiss to the other mans lips as a sign of love. Hands lingered around his husband’s back wanting nothing more than to hold him before the man moved off of Damon and began getting to the task. Damon on the other hand, was still processing the fact that he had to be awake a whole 90 minutes beforehand, slowly shuffling along as his slipper-less feet dragged along the carpet in a dead feet shuffle. 

The cold temperatures of the meeting room he wandered into didn’t labour much life, and just like him, his own captain and his fellow teammate were seemingly perturbed from their sleep too. Damon’s captain seemingly didn’t get enough of any given, if he racked his brain hard enough, he could see it in the mans posture that he’d only been given a few hours before he was pulled back into his work again. But what caught his eyes was the various amounts of faces settled on a screen as he rubbed his eyes, the blue eye bastard never was a fan of a bright light in his face. And it showed as his eyes squinted for dear life.

“Ninja’s here,” Use of his callsign from his teammate had the captain turning around. Everyone was so thrown off by the wake up call.

“Ah, Damon, where’s Kaden?” Their captain said as he cleared his throat, it was always known the two would be following each other around in some form or another. 

“Getting a coffee, you get much sleep, Cam?”

One of the people in the screen seemingly looked over at Damon’s way at how casual the conversation was, even offended at how they were going by a first name basis and he knew they’d heard it. But they just seemed to be waiting for all of them to be in before they spoke up. Obviously, by the looks on their faces, though not wanting to be here. It was registering as to just how serious the ordeal was when he saw the two Australian flags behind one of them in a little window, a familiar backdrop he had seen only a few times in his life. 

“Nope, got a cat naps worth, you three probably got more than I did,” The captain mused.

The third teammate was about to add in something before Kaden came in around the corner, two iPads tucked under both arms while he nursed a coffee and a tea in both hands as Damon immediately saw Cam shift his eyes over his shoulder, seeing him struggle, Damon immediately came over to his help and took the iPads from him. His mind had become hazed with only one task that he’d forgotten to take them with him in his sleepy state, which he was still coming out of.

“Why didn’t you grab any coffee for me?!” The teammate asked, almost offended by the lack of consideration.

“Because you had four yesterday Zack, you don’t need any more, plus. This one needs it like a blood supply,” A roll from Damon’s eyes was the only response Kaden got aside from a gentle kiss on the cheek before Cameron finally spoke up about just as to why he’d woken them up at this ungodly hour.

“Alright, if everyone wants to settle down,” Cameron said before he looked over at the screen. “I do apologise for the early wake but, as of three nights ago, we’ve apparently had an incident that’s happened out in Katherine. A woman in her forties was killed on site after she attacked a police officer and left her hospitalised with a bite mark-” Damon almost immediately zoned out after he heard the likes of what the incident had entailed as he looked at the steaming coffee, it wasn’t surprising with the state of some things in this world about how things would happen. But to bite someone in retaliation was a brand new thing to Damon, confused by the moment of it all as a hand slowly rested on his thigh and pulled him back as he quickly smiled over at his husband and went to take a sip of his coffee.

“It sounds a little suspicious about police attacking a woman and then the woman biting them don’t you think?” Damon said as he looked over at Cameron.

“That’s because she was acting erratically, she wasn’t listening to the demands of the police either,” A woman on the screen came up.

“Sorry, who are you?” Damon asked back. He was talking to Cameron, had he had his attention to the screen. He would’ve spoken to them directly.

“Secretary Professor Grace Campbell, Head of the Department of Health,” She spoke, gently smiling.

“Right,” Damon trailed off before his eyes met Cameron’s

“Are you absolutely sure it’s not a way to cover up corrupt cops?” Kaden spoke out as Damon quickly gave him a look, meeting his glance back like they’d read each others minds.

“She was reported to have been screaming in pain, but, not like a normal cry for help, more of a war cry. We’re trying to get the body cam footage from the officers vest. We know it’s not a cover up, not with what the officers stated,” Grace informed, it seemed to make her voice linger with anxiety. Something was obviously going on behind the scenes that didn’t sit right with her, so why wasn’t she coming forwards about it?

“That’s not in your jurisdiction to say Professor Campbell,” It was a police chief. 

‘Probably of the Northern Territory’ Kaden thought. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Cameron mumbled, tension being fed into the room as the people stuck inside the windows brought out the tension into the room that was barely alive itself.

“Moving aside from that point. If what Lieutenant Lincoln has a form of truth to it. Why are we getting involved in this?” Cameron asked before the Prime Minister spoke up. Damon now almost murmuring the same thing as Cameron did moments later at the sheer presence of the man before him as he relished in his coffee, he knew he was going to need a lot more after this meeting ended. But his sleep was also calling back to him to think everything over about what was going on.

“We believe someone has come into contact with a biological weapon and might use it for ill intention. We need you guys to investigate it, we have another team joining you, but you’ll need to lay low for a few more days while they come to you and investigate it. I’m sure Second Lieutenant West will have fun doing that.”

“Fuck off, Connor,” Was all that he got for a response before the man chuckled as his measly response. 

“Jokes aside, We have all of the intelligence services investigating this alongside the Department of Health, Home Affairs, Department of Defence and even the Border Force.” “Hang on,” Zack got up from his relaxed position, taking the information in before he finally piped up. “You mean to tell me, you’ve got them, plus every single Australian security force dealing with this? And you just happen to think a woman biting a police officer and a biological weapon are connected?” Zack questioned before he watched another face pop up, cutting off the Prime Minister - it was the Attorney General.

“Correct. If what we have in terms of information is right, then. We need everyone’s hands on board, you guys included.”

Zack only laughed as he looked at Damon, just yesterday he was talking about the fact that he was desperately wanting to get out of the trudging bureaucracy of paperwork. “Well, there you go Second Lieutenant West, here’s the big bread crumb you were looking for,”

“Boys,” Cameron already knew that the pair were going to get argumentative just by the glance Damon had before he looked back at the screen. He was not a morning person and starting a fight with him this early, usually meant some form of death wish for anyone, before Zack went to confirm it.

“So, what you’re telling us, is that you have a connection to a woman acting deranged and biting police, and that this might be connected to a biological weapon?”

“All we know as of right now, like we’d stated in the report, is the police officer described her as looking peccant and blood leaking out of one of her eye sockets. We’re watching the officer now to see if he has anything wrong with him over the 72 hour period but we’ll let you know as the information comes in.”

The shear mention of blood coming from a place it normally shouldn’t have, had the others all looking at each other before Zack quickly nodded, trying to rid of the now gruesome thought in his head.

“We’ll have Vanessa contact you about further details, please send her any information and the officers report would you?” Cameron stated as agreements were made before he said his goodbyes to the political figures on the screen as the call audibly dropped moments later. There was dead silence as the clock just moved to thirty minutes past four in the morning.

“Only biological weapon I see is a bunch of dodged questions,” Damon only said, as Cameron began to dread what had been left in his hands. Fingers residing in his eyebrows, he sighed, frustrated.

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