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cyanide-capsules · 3 months

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Alex Keller was a very open man, or at least that's how he came off.

He was friendly, wide-eyed, the kind of guy you feel like you've known all your life. He seemed to naturally click with everyone he spoke with, including the 141.

Simon Riley was the opposite of him, he was a skeptic. Closed off, suspicious of those he didn't know. This was no different with Alex than anyone else, but there was something about the bright eyed American that made Simon's brain tick.

He didn't know exactly why he felt more on edge around Alex than other new people he met, and he wouldn't understand why until he overheard a conversation between Alex and Gaz.

"Alex man, can you keep a secret?"

Alex laughed. "Do you even know when my birthday is?"

Gaz laughed along, but something seemed to click with Simon.

He knew.. Nothing about Alex.

His middle name, his birthday, where he grew up, his favorite colour, nothing.

That's why he had been so off-put by him, the man was a complete mystery. A mystery that nobody even considered solving because Alex just naturally came off as an open book.

He didn't know what to think from then on, he tried to dig up what he could on Alex but knew he wouldn't find much without the assistance of Laswell.

He spent weeks avoiding the American, narrowing his eyes at him when he was in his vicinity, completely unaware that the two of them shared such similarities.

Two enigmas, one much more obvious than the other.

It wasn't until some random Wednesday night, nobody awake but the stars. Simon stumbled upon Alex just outside the bases front door, a lit cigarette nursed between his fingers.

He wanted to ignore him, go back to bed, but he found himself stepping outside with the other.

Alex acknowledged him with a smile and a nod, but didn't speak. Simon stared at him, not bothering to hide the fact that he was searching for answers in the other man's warm gaze.

There was a thick silence between them, it wasn't uncomfortable but, it was far from comfortable at the same time.

Alex broke it first.

"I take you're not a fan of me?"

He chuckled dryly, humorlessly. An observation Simon couldn't say he expected. His eyes didn't leave the American, watching closely as he took a drag off the cigarette. He didn't know Alex smoked but, then again, what did he know about Alex?

That's the entire reason he was here.

"Don't trust what I don't know."

Simon finally replied, though by now it was more of a statement on its own than an actual response to his comment.

Alex shrugged, he didn't seem at all bothered by Simon's reply. Silence spread between them once more, Simon didn't like Alex's lack of response.

"You're ex-CIA, that's all anyone knows about you. Nobody knows anything about you, but they trust you."

Simon continued, he wanted answers, he wanted a reason to trust the other man. Alex was quiet, tapping the ash from his cigarette before he replied.

"What was that saying? Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones?"

In any other moment, Simon would have been offended by the comparison. But, Alex was right.

They were, almost scarily similar in every aspect but their personalities.

Silence again. It was more welcome this time around. Simon always appreciated the quiet when he needed to think.

The silence didn't last too long this time, Alex spoke up again.

"Humor me, do you ever forget that you're a person and not just a soldier?"

That question alone haunted him for days, Simon now felt uncomfortably aware of Alex.

The way the americans grin always seemed to falter ever so slightly when he held it, how his gaze would fog over at the scent of smoke or when it got too quiet, how his prosthetic always seemed to be moving in some way or another.

He was aware now, aware of the similarities they shared.

Aware of how, just like him, Alex was a soldier before he was a man.

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intoxicated-chan · 1 year

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Got Nothing Against You and Surely I’ll Miss You

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Simon “Ghost” Riley & Riley!GN!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Years after you left the Riley household, with a new life ahead of you under a woman, you welcome to soldiers into your home that brings more on with you.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Inspired by “Afterlife” by Avenged Sevenfold! Yes, I love them. More Angst! But with fluff. This was VERY rushed so please mind mistakes and some cringey stuff. If I got anything wrong about Ghost, please let me know! And another reminder, this is all PLATONIC!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 1.6k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Gender neutral reader, reader’s code name is Smoke, Angst-fluff, abuse, mentions of drugs, mentions of nightmares, snooping, swearing…

You sometimes cursed at your ability to remember the most horrible things in your life.

Simon was around five, turning six in a few months before you came into the picture. He thought things couldn’t get worse but it seems your father had a personal vendetta against you being born, which Simon brough upon himself to protect you. And when he left for the military, you were left in the protection of your older brother, Tommy, and your mother.

You couldn’t take it. Even with Simon’s words, you couldn’t handle it. You finally broke. You couldn’t wait for four years before he returned, you just couldn’t. You finally understood when no one even tried to stop you from walking out of that door. It hit you like a train, they didn’t love you. And the question, did Simon love you as well? You didn’t say goodbye, you weren’t willing to watch your brother spiral while your mother let it happen.

You sometimes wished you could see Simon’s reaction. Was he glad you left? Or sad? Is he still worried about you? Or couldn’t give a shit? But who were you to care? You were just born into a dysfunctional and abusive family. You didn’t have the bravery like Simon or found a way to cope with abuse. But even with so many questions, you left your life behind and to do so, you chose to change who you are.

You no longer had the last name Riley, you chose to move to the states, you chose to finally finish your education, went to college, and landed a job which you worked under Kate Laswell.

It wasn’t everyday where you met a woman like Laswell, a warm heart which could change in an instant in a tight situation. You preferred to work in the safety of your home, looking over the files of soldiers she had sent you. You sent them back with their strengths and weaknesses, how they would perform in this situation or how they work well with other soldiers.

You weren’t gonna lie. Even with the many attempts of trying to forget, your past still haunted you like the plague. Days were without a nightmare, just for one to return the next. The envy and sadness whenever you see children happily with their parents, it always brings you back to those years. But in moments like these, you always chose to press on. There’s no way to return to your past, and even if you had the chance, why would you ever even think of returning to that place?

But like usual, you must press on…

You awaited at your table, rereading the text Laswell sent just a couple hours ago. ‘Two soldiers, Ghost and Soap, I know this is sudden but they need somewhere to stay the night.’ You didn’t hesitate when saying yes, you’ll house them, but you began to worry. Your house was located far from the city, the closest grocery store was probably two hours away. You preferred isolation, the noise from the city always gave you a headache and with the amount of people walking through the streets, it made you worry.

But the sound of a rather large vehicle pulling up made you snap out of your head, carefully standing to your feet and walking towards the door. You peeked through the peephole and saw the two men Laswell mentioned, they talked to themselves for a few seconds before walking towards your door.

Even when they walked towards the door, you didn’t open for them, scared that it may set them off. You waited until they knocked, waited a few seconds before pulling away and opening the door.

“Smoke?” The mohawk man asked you, his accent thick and heavy. You nodded, letting them enter your little humble abode.

“Laswell mentioned you two will be staying the night, I’ve prepared the living room for you. Food is on the table and the showers are open.” You tell them, back turned since you were still wary of them, even with Laswell confirmation.

“Thanks.” The man turns to the other man dressed in darker clothing, “You gonna shower first or?”

He takes a moment to respond, “I’ll go.”

“Bathroom is down the hall, to the right.”

“Alright.” Heavy footsteps are still heard, even when he enters the bathroom.

“Thanks for lettin’ us stay the night.” The mohawk man starts, “Laswell told us little ‘bout you.”

“I would ask but letting me know your names is a start.”

“Soap. The other is Ghost.”

“You’re welcome to stay for however long you need, just don’t make a mess.”

Soap chuckles, “No promises!” Then he reaches over and grabs an apple, biting into it with ease, “How long have you been working with Laswell?”

You shrug, “About a few years.”

“Your accent.”

“What about your accent?”

“Scotland. You’re from the UK?”

“Born and raised.” You huffed.

“Why’d you move ‘ere?”

“To get away from my people.”

“What kind of people?” Soap question, already finished with the apple.

“You’re getting real close, Soap.” You warn.

He backs off, “Sorry… But-”

“You heard what they said, Soap.” Ghost cuts him off, dressed in a black shirt with matching pants and socks, “They know little of us or we know little of them, the better it is for all of us.” He tosses a towel to Soap which he easily catches, “There’s still hot water left.”

“Yes!” He cheers, running towards the bathroom.

“Glasses?” You point at the cupboard. You hear him open and close it, filling his glass with water, “So, the UK.”

“Born and raised.” You repeated, “I thought you heard my conversation with Soap.”

“I did, but wanted to hear myself.”

“And I thought They know little of us or we know little of them.” You horribly mimic his voice, “Why does it peak your interest?”

Ghost has his back turned. You could see him lifting the lower part of his mask up and drinking the water before lowering it back down.

“...The drawings in your room, they look nice.”

You were ready to scold the man for going in your room, but you thought it better that they know their surroundings, “Thanks.”

“How long have you been drawing?”

“Four years now.” You look at the time on your phone, almost eleven, “You boys better get some sleep, you guys have a long day.” You walk away before Ghost could say anything else. Shutting your door and lying on your bed.

The next morning, you were expecting them to leave no evidence of them being here but a meal cooked with a little note.

‘Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!’ With a Soap and Ghost drawing, it puts a smile on your face.

It wasn’t long before they started coming around more often, mainly Soap. Then came Sergeant Gaz, Captain Price, Colonel Vargas, and then Sergeant Major Parra… It sorta filled the hole in your heart, replacing what was missing… But it still felt empty, because without your older brother Simon, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into was right.

“What’s this I hear?” Alejandro snickers, “The little Smoke has an eye on someone? Are they part of this group?” You shake your head, “In the military?” You nod and he gasps, “They’re in the military!” He shouts, following laughter from Rodolfo.

“But seriously who is he?” Rodolfo calmly asks, unlike Alejandro’s very lifted spirits.

Ghost was the only one to break away from the group, using your bathroom. Soap kept whining how he needed to go but Ghost was taking his sweet ass time. He kept pounding his fist on the door, not caring for damage, it took him a minute to realize that Ghost wasn’t in the bathroom.

“Has anyone seen Ghost?” Soap spoke up when he came out of the bathroom, “Or did anyone see him leave?” Rodolfo and Alejandro shake their heads, while you only shrug.

“He probably went home, the big guy looked tired.” You tell, resuming with your little gossip. It wasn’t long before the clock struck midnight and the three returned to their homes.

You tossed open your room door with a huff, then let out another gasp. Even with the poorly lit room, you could see Ghost sitting on your bed, looking down at something since his back was turned to you.

“Jesus Ghost!” You scold him, walking over to him, “What are you doing in my… Room?” You look at his hands, heart dropping when you see the photo. You snatch it, holding it close to your chest, “How did you get this?”

“After all these years… You did in fact keep it.” Ghost carefully speaks, not wanting to anger you but mainly, he was just in shock, “And I thought he got rid of you.” He whispers.

“What the hell are you talking about?” But you knew…

“It’s me, (Y/n). It’s Simon.”

Your eyes immediately begin to water as you eye him up and down. You slowly shake your head in disbelief, “No… No.” You retorted, “Simon joined the military, he was scheduled to return four years later.”

He stands to his feet, “I got a leave, (Y/n). I came home early.” One hand on your shoulder and another cupping your face, “But when I came home… I thought…”

You choked on your words, swallowing the thick lump in your throat, “I couldn’t be alone, you knew that I wouldn’t last, I couldn’t handle it.”

Ghost’s hands come up to his face, pulling off his mask with desperation but you could see a little hesitation when you saw his scarred face. He avoided your eyes, even if he wanted to prove that he was Simon.

The photo is long gone, your hands slowly come to his face, “Simon…” You whisper, “Look at me please.”

Finally, he looks at you, his eyes glistening like glass, “You hate me… Don’t you?”

You shake your head, letting your tears fall, “I don’t hate you.” You hug him, feeling his arms wrapping around you, “I miss you.” Hugging him like it was your last day on earth.

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rileysghostt · 1 year

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The Siren’s Song

Chapter 2: The Mission

Ghost x F!Reader

Siren is an ex Army soldier turned CIA operative who’s known for finding and bringing in terrorists alive. She usually works alone, until Laswell bring her in to brief for a mission with Task Force 141.

Laswell briefed the team, and yourself, of the intel that the CIA was able to get on Noorani’s weapons deal. She played the call with subtitles, the team watched and listened intently as the call played.

“The order you superior asked for.. It’s ready. I presume he will be there for the drop?”

“No, he doesn’t do deals in person. I’ll be there, my word is as good as his. My handshakes are his, the deals I make are his. We are regarded as the same.”

“That will not do for this transaction, there are.. Products within this order that cannot be fulfilled or accepted by anyone other than the person who placed the order. Do you understand what I’m saying? This order is just too.. Large.”

“What will it take for me to accept this order.”

“For your boss to be there. Now meet us in Russia with your boss, or no deal.”

The translation from Russian to English was a little choppy but got the point across. Laswell clicked her remote to move to the next slide of her presentation which showed a satellite image of the address for the pick up.

“I say we get Price on overwatch, Ghost and Siren take the north building while Gaz and Soap take the south building, meeting up in the middle. Captain, you should be able to get a vantage point in these outlying hills of the middle courtyard area to see the exchange.”

“How are we so sure they’re going to do the exchange out in the open of the courtyard?”

You questioned Laswell, surely if this guy is VIP, they’d have to keep him indoors with guards at the entrances.

“We have reason to believe he’s purchasing missiles, and if he’s spending that kind of money he’s going to want to see them.”

“Missiles?! How?” Soap blurted out.

“We’re not sure. We’re hoping to get that intel on this mission.”

There was a moment of silence between the groups before Laswell spoke again,

“Any questions?”

Another silence fell in the room, everyone was in agreement of the mission and what to do. Seeing you were paired with Ghost left you feeling concerned. Considering he was shooting daggers with his eyes at you earlier, you weren’t sure how being his teammate would go. With a sigh you stood up with the rest of the group as everyone collected their things to leave the meeting room. To your surprise Ghost walked up to you, standing off to your side as you sling your carry on over your shoulder. He kept his hands in his front hoodie pocket, silent. You looked up at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something until you broke the silence.

“Yes?” you finally spoke in an awkward tone.

“I’ve seen your file, and I’ve seen a lot of it is redacted. This mission needs to go smoothly, please don’t do anything reckless. I know you Americans like to run and gun.”

You were awestruck, the absolute nerve of this guy!

With brows now furrowed, you took a step toward Ghost.

“Excuse me? For your information, I’ve infiltrated enemy safe houses, bases, homes and brought back over 80 terrorists for the U.S, and I do it alone. If you really think I’m so inept that I’d bum rush in there, and screw the whole mission, you’re insane. Great first impression you’re setting here.”

With that you turned on a heel and began to walk out of the room.

“I guess we’ll see.” was all Ghost responded with, his tone was unbothered.

You stopped at the doorway, turning your head slightly to speak.

“I have nothing to prove to you.”

Walking through the long halls of the British Intelligence building once again, you can almost feel the heat coming off your face. You were absolutely livid. You weren’t saying ‘excuse me’ anymore as you brushed by people, you just wanted to get out of there. What was Laswell thinking?! This was a god awful idea. This is exactly why you didn’t work with teams, or others.

Your mind was racing, fists clenched so hard your fingernails were definitely leaving marks in the palm of your hand. Finally, you made it out of there. For such a big building, it quickly began to feel suffocating. The people, the narrow halls, no windows, Ghost.

As you took in your first big breath of fresh air, your eyes fall on Captain Price. He was standing toward the water, a cigar lit between his teeth. One hand was in his pants pocket as the other held the cigar up to his mouth. The sun was out now, the reflection gleaming off the ripples of the water. You had half a mind to walk up and talk to him, but who’s to say he wouldn’t treat you like Ghost did? Before you realized, your legs began to walk toward him. ‘Why are you doing this.. Don’t do this..’

“Captain?”

You stopped next to him, looking out toward the water. When he heard your voice he looked over to you, then back at the water.

“Siren, good to meet you today.”

His tone was plane, obviously just being polite.

“You too, sir.” You paused,

“May I ask you something?”

His brow raised, now he was intrigued.

“Go ahead.”

“Is Ghost always that much of an asshole?”

Price stifled a laugh,

“Ah, so he’s already got to you aye? Ghost has a hard shell, once you get past that he’s a good guy.”

That remains to be seen, you thought to yourself.

“I’ve got to go, see you tomorrow morning when we head out.”

You nodded with a small smile, you felt good about going on the mission with him at least.

It was the next day, your hotel room alarm buzzed harshly. You immediately chastised yourself for not just using your phone alarm, however you really didn’t want to sleep through it today. You stayed up late just thinking. About the mission.. Noorani.. Ghost. You wished you didn’t have anxiety like this, especially about working with other people. Being that stone cold woman who didn’t care about what others said to her or about her was just not who you were. You cared. You cared deeply.

Tossing and turning in the crisp white sheets of the hotel, you just couldn’t get comfortable either. Maybe it was just the time change, you’re probably just jet lagged, you thought. Lying to yourself.

As you laid in the dark with nothing but your thoughts, you thought of Ghost again. Even after what he said and the way he stared down at you, your mind still ended up on him.. why? Finally you realize, his eyes. It’s his eyes, the way they were a stunning blue but yet, so muted. Bleak, even. The coal pain around his eyes made them stand out even more. Pain. What exactly has he seen? What’s his past?

It didn’t matter, he already seemed to not care for you. It’s not like you’d ever get to find out, as if you’d have a conversation outside of “work”.

Finally, your eyes drifted closed and you slept for a couple hours. 10 minutes after that awful buzzing from the old hotel alarm clock, you had left.

London looked a lot different at 4am. As you drove through you notice the streets were quiet, sidewalks weren’t buzzing with people. No overcast weather. No traffic, but the buildings were lit beautifully, lighting up the dark night sky. You almost preferred this London to the daytime one. There was something peaceful about such a large city being so quiet.

Just like that, you were at the gates of a military base. You show the soldier your credentials, and a note from Laswell to grant you access to the base. As you’re driven in, you see the AC-130 you’re about to board. You’re always in awe of them, how something so big can just float in the air like it does.

The driver parked the car toward the back of the shop. The back of the plane was open as you noticed Gaz boarding, watching him walk up the steep hatch door with a rucksack on his back.

You slipped out of the car, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Walking towards the plane you see Soap to your right, matching your pace.

“Mornin’!” he says too cheerfully for 4am.

“Morning, how many cups of coffee have you had?” You joke, giving a small laugh.

“Oh none, I’m just buzzin off the thought of this mission!”

At least someone was.

You took your seat in the massive plane, bringing the straps over your shoulders and around your waist to buckle in the front. There was enough room on the plane for everyone to spread out, having a little space to yourselves.

You grabbed the cord that attached to your seat, clipping your bag to the carabiner so it wouldn’t slide around the plane. As you looked up, you saw him. Ghost. He walks towards you. No bag, nothing to bring with him on the plane. Not even a book to read for the flight. He takes the seat directly next to you, pulling his seatbelts over his shoulders and lap. You were awestruck yet again, there was so much open space around the rest of the plane, and he decided to sit right next to you?!

“Can I help you?” you say sarcastically. Surely he knows what he’s doing.

“With what exactly?” he retorts in a low rumble of his accent.

“Of all the seats you could have gone to, you chose this one? right next to me?!”

“Is that a problem?”

“Actually yeah, it is. I was looking forward to having my own space for this trip..”

“I like this seat. You can move if you really want.”

You were not going to move. You were there first, and your stubbornness gets the best of you.

You huff as you sit looking forward again, crossing your arms.

The mission is off to a great start.

Chapter 3:

a/n: Better late than never! please let me know your thoughts! thanks so much for reading also sorry for typos i’ll fix them soon! i finished and posted last night without editing lmao🥲

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Don’t fear the Reaper part 3

Orders have been received from Laswell, a clash of horns on the battlefield reveals some of the Lieutenants feelings towards you.

Warnings - COD typical violence, swearing, blood, gore, angst

The meeting with Laswell went smoothly, you, Soap and Ghost were assigned a ground mission. Major Hassan Zyani. To put it simply, this mission was Capture or Kill.

As you zeroed in on the landing zone the Marines began to get restless. A young Marine opposite you finally gave in and asked you ‘why they call you Reaper?’ Smiling you peered over to him, ‘wondered when you were gonna ask. Been watching you fight the urge for ages.’ You leaned over, your voice all but a whisper ‘because I’m the the unknown. The inevitable. No-one sees me coming, and then? Poof! Your life is mine.’

The Marines eyes widened. Visibly unnerved at what you just said. Soap rolled his eyes and kicked your leg. ‘Ow! Fuck you Soap.’ He leant across you looking at the young Marine, ‘ignore her. She’s just good at killin people.’ Bringing his body back across yours he shot you a look ‘could you not freak out the youngens’ please? Fuckin weirdo.’ Pouting you shoved him with your shoulder ‘but it’s fun!’

As your landing zone approached Ghost rose from his seat and repeated the plan one more time. ‘Bravo team offloads here. Alpha team stays onboard to land down range. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember we want Hassan alive, but this is Capture or Kill.’

The red light at the back of the plane engulfed Ghost as he gave the orders. He was an enigma of black and red, his eyes a colourless black void against the light. His stature demanded respect. The scene before you was enough to even make the devil blush. Your cheeks felt like they did.

As the plane door opened his gaze met yours. Softening slightly, before switching his gaze to the others ushering them outside. ‘Keep up Soap, Reaper.’

Pilling out you stood under the black sky. Perching on top of the hill you saw you two objective. Breach and clear. Simple enough. That was until the helo took RPG fire, they managed to avoid one with the use of flares. You always loved how they fell, like delicate drops of luminescent rain. However the got got struck by a second RPG, taking out the back of the plane.

Soap of course wanted to rush in and help, Ghost ever the levelled headed one refused. Instead wanting to take the first two houses as planned, decrease risk of for then push up to secure the crash site.

As you descended onto the first target you broke off from the group and ran ahead. The Marines beside you furious you were disobeying your Lieutenants orders. But he knew you well enough by now. ‘Fuck does she think she’s doin?’ … ‘Trust a fuckin woman to fuck it up.’

Ghost shot them a stone cold glare through the night vision goggles. Soap patted one on the back ‘just watch.’

Silently creeping up the exterior stairs you took the first one down with your knife. A matte black blade with a scythe engraved into the metal. Your prized possession. Moving through the house like a shadow you took out another one in a small office. Throwing the knife, landing in the fleshiest part of his throat. As you pulled the blade out blood spurted from his neck landing over your vest and jaw. The feel of his warm blood cooling on your skin caused your breath to hitch in your throat.

Jesus. Were you this unhinged? Shrugging at your inner monologue you nodded. Yes. You were.

Throwing a flash bang down the stairs aided in Ghost breaching the door. Soap swept in taking out two soldiers, but not before you threw your blade at the remaining one. His sights set on Soap you quickly put an end to that. The Marines who doubted you before gave you a quick nod of apology. Smiling you looked over to Soap ‘that’s 3 for me.’

As he was about to retaliate the second house noticed your presence and opened fire. Managing to take out the soldiers on the balcony you slipped through the night towards the next objective. ‘She’s got a fuckin death wish’ one of the Marines commented. As you were about to reply Ghosts voice chimed through the radio, answering for you. ‘Gotta catch her first.’ He actually sounded proud, causing you to smile to yourself.

Climbing in through the window a solider popped up from a trapdoor. Narrowly missing you. Luckily his aim was shit allowing you to put a swift end to his life. Rounding the corner, just as you were about to take another they dropped to the floor before you had chance. A blade in his neck. Ghost appeared and bent down to retrieve his blade. As he glanced up he saw you hand on hip, looking less than impressed. ‘He was mine.’ Standing up he closed the gap, looking down on you ‘mine now.’

You felt a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. Cheeky. You followed Soap upstairs, he cleared the first room allowing you to pass. You cleared the hall and another room, videos of Zyani in every room. ‘Clear’ you radioed though. Soap made a comment about how well equipped they were. Each house was like an armoury.

Now, for the crash site. ‘Soap with me, Reaper stay here with Bravo team. Cover us.’ A shot of defiance sped through you. ‘Excuse me?’ Your tense voice growled over the radio. ‘That’s an order Sargent’ he barked back. Absolutely not. He’s not putting you on babysitting duty. Fuck that. You marched through the house and down to the ground floor. Soap shot you a look, pleading for you to listen to your superior.

Ignoring him completely you stomped over to Ghost, ‘I’m coming with you.’ He sighed. Turning to face you you could see you’d crossed a line. His eyes were hard, cold, unforgiving. ‘Negative. You will stay here and cover us.’

‘Why?!’

‘Because it’s a fucking order. Stay put.’

‘Bu…’

He wasn’t having any of it, gripping your vest he shoved you backwards into the wall. You glared up at him, chewing your cheeks. ‘Reaper I swear to god, shut the fuck up. You’re staying here. Just do as you’re fucking told.’ His voice was stern, gravelly but underneath that? He was pleading with you. Pushing you further into the wall his grip tightened. Swallowing defeat you grit your teeth ‘yes sir.’

Releasing you he and Soap took to the plane. You could only watch helplessly as they defended it as best they could. You offered cover where possible but it was impossible to see clearly. Wave after wave smashed into them, bullet after bullet, grenade after grenade. Until it went silent.

‘I don’t like this’ you muttered into the radio. The tension was rising, waiting for the next surge to occur. You were getting restless. Agitated.

Over the radio you heard Ghost call for air support. You nervously drummed your fingers on the concrete slab in front of you. There was a hissing in the distance. They’d popped fucking smoke. The smoke crept towards the plane, swallowing it whole. You couldn’t see shit. You felt nervous. Being cut off from your team was an alien feeling, one you didn’t want to experience again in a hurry. Through the smoke you could see headlights. ‘Bravo 7-6 to Bravo 7. Four armoured trucks coming your way.’

A hail storm of fire and bullets rained down upon the armoured vehicles. Taking them and whomever was inside, out. The scene in front of the plane looked like hell itself. The smells of scorched flesh entered your nostrils, one of the Marines emptied his stomach contents onto the floor beside you. ‘Re-group and push up’ Ghost commanded.

Everything from there on in seemed like a blur. Soap took out snipers in the building, air support assisted where they could. Practically levelling the building before you. Inside you swarmed through, like a plague you cleared each room. Until you stumbled upon Zyanis jacket. ‘Fuck!’ Soap growled, so he was here?!’

‘Must have lost him when we secured the crash site’ Ghost responded, looking out over the path of destruction. ‘Saying we shouldn’t have helped?’

Ghost looked over to you, glaring through you. ‘Actions have consequences.’

You’d had enough. ‘Fuck you mean by that?’ You challenged, stepping up to him. ‘Soap’ round em up wait for exfil. Reaper and I need a chat.’ Soap patted you on the back before leaving. ‘Well?’ You pressed, digging your nails into your vest. He tilted his head, ‘wanna tell me what that was about? Challenging me in front of them?’ His voice was strained. You scowled up at him ‘wanna tell me why you left me behind?! We’re a fucking team.’

He rolled his eyes, trying to find the energy to deal with you. ‘You weren’t left behind. I left you in charge of Bravo.’

‘No, you put me on babysitting duty, where I had to watch from the sidelines.’ You crossed your arms over your chest. On the defensive. ‘Are you hearing yourself? You sound like a fucking child. I put you where I needed you.’

‘Needed me? Or wanted me?’

‘Needed.’

‘Pffft. You just didn’t want me to get in the way!’ You voice was becoming louder, frustration and annoyance dripping from every syllable.

Grabbing both your arms he pushed you against the wall, towering over you. Making sure you felt his dominance, making sure you knew where you stood. His grip tightened like a vice, squeezing the muscle beneath his fingertips. ‘You’re hurting me’ you spat. ‘You...’ He sighed, trying to find the words ‘you were where I needed you to be, because I don’t … I can’t lose you.’

Your heart sank, it hurt, you relaxed your posture at the revelation before you. ‘You won’t? I’m right here sir.’ He loosened his grip, hooded, tired eyes met with your own. ‘You don’t understand, I just can’t.’ He sounded defeated, like he couldn’t find the means of expressing how he wanted to. This was a battle for another day. ‘Come on.’ He gestured to the door, ‘exfil in 10. We need to move.’ And with that he left the room, leaving you confused but yearning for his touch.

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Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

Amsterdam was a beautiful city.

Full of character, culture, romance...

It only broke your heart more.

You'd barely said a word to anyone in the two weeks you'd been here, holed up in the new safe house hostel. Ghost was the same, and the two of you had made unsubtle attempts to avoid each other like the plague.

If you entered a room, he would leave. If you heard his footsteps approaching, you'd make yourself scarce.

And it was driving the rest of the 141 absolutely insane.

They were beyond worried for you. You would barely eat, barely sleep. The dark circles under your eyes were telling. Sometimes, Price had to threaten to call Laswell just to get you to shower and change into some other clothes.

But he didn't dare ask what was going on - none of them did.

You'd all been living completely off the grid. No phones, except for a burner that Laswell used to contact (which Price guarded with his life), no internet. The only things you had for entertainment were each other and a television, that only played local channels.

Soap had come to your room one night after things ended, hearing you crying, screaming as you awoke from a nightmare. You told him everything, then.

Everything about your dreams, everything about your feelings for Ghost, everything that had ever been said between the two of you.

He comforted you, and even stayed with you for the rest of the night, holding you close as you sobbed over his comrade. Soap wanted to storm into Ghost's room, giving him a piece of his mind for letting you down, if only he hadn't been in with Ghost the night before, doing exactly the same.

Soap had gotten up to use the loo, only to find Ghost completely shitfaced, stumbling over his feet as he dragged an almost-empty bottle of whiskey to his room.

"What the hell are ya playin' at, L.T.? You don't drink like this." Soap groaned, helping him back to his room.

"I fucked it, Johnny, well and truly let 'er down this time."

"And ya think drowning yerself in the drink will make things better?"

"Makes me not feel it so much."

"Fuckin' steaming hell, Ghost. Ya unbelievable."

Tossing Ghost onto his bed, Soap snatched the bottle, tossing it into the bin next to him. Ghost whined, his mask pulled up to his nose so Soap could see his slack jaw.

"What ya do that for?"

"Just fuckin' shut it, L.T. Ya need to sort yourself out. We're all sick of whatever the fuck is going on with you and (Y/N). Fuckin' fix it."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"You have no fuckin' idea what I've been through, Johnny. You don't know what it's like- I can't take a risk like that."

Soap rolled his eyes, "I get it. Ya close yourself off to avoid making meanin'ful attachments so it doesn't hurt if you lose them. But you love her. And don't even try denyin' it. It's painfully, excruciatingly obvious. We all saw the way you looked at her, the way you kissed her back on the day we took Alejandro's base."

Ghost said nothing, not ready to admit it to himself.

"Y'know, my ma always used to tell me somethin' - sometimes, takin' a risk is the only good thing you can do...it's the only thing worth doing."

"I can't."

"Then you'll lose her forever."

Your grip on Soap's shirt was tight, your tears soaking through to his skin. He was whispering reassurances in your ears, trying his best to settle you.

Little did you know, Ghost was on the other side of the door, mask free, as his own tears fell down his face. He listened to every word between the two of you.

If he didn't hate himself before, he truly did now.

By the time you'd settled down, the sun was starting to rise, and birds were singing. Soap shifted from under you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before slipping downstairs, making a tea for you, and coffee for him.

He shook you awake, placing it down next to you.

"Tea, for the English lady." he smiled.

"Thank you."

You sat up, bringing the mug to your lips and taking a small sip. Soap sat on the chair beside the bed, looking at you expectedly.

"Wow, not bad for a Scot."

He shifted in his seat happily, evidently proud of himself, "How's about you shower and get dressed and I take ye out today?"

You frowned, looking down at the drink, "I...I don't know, Johnny."

"C'mon pet, ya can't sit in your room and sulk forever."

"Who said I can't?"

"Me."

You cocked your head, giving him an unimpressed look. He returned it with an innocent smile, finishing off his coffee and standing, dragging the covers off you.

"Come on, up, now, that's an order."

You groaned, but took his hand, allowing him to pull you up, "I outrank you, sergeant, in case you forgot."

"Oh, how could I ever forget?" he rolled his eyes, pushing you toward the bathroom.

As the only girl on the team, the boys happily gave you the only room with an en-suite. You were eternally grateful for it, having spent most evenings crying under the water of the shower.

"I'll be back in 20, I want ye dressed and ready to go."

"Yes sir." you said, saluting him.

Over the months you'd spent with the 141, you'd found that it was almost impossible to stay miserable with Soap around. The man was the life of the party, a typical class-clown, and he would go to lengths beyond what was needed to make sure his friends were happy and healthy.

With everyone still asleep, you left a note on the table, letting your brother know that you'd gone out, and would be back later.

Then, you spent the day with Soap.

With the little cash he had, he took you for breakfast, then for ice cream, then to the local art museum, then out for lunch, and then out for dinner. Every step of the way, he was right there, making sure you were having a good time, and that you were feeling better.

As you sat on a bench overlooking the canal, taking in the sights with yet another ice cream in hand, Soap scooted closer to the point where your knees were knocking against one another.

You threw him a cheesy grin, which made him laugh.

"There's that smile."

"Shut up, MacTavish." you rolled your eyes.

"Ye gonna eat that?" he said, eying your cone.

You shoved it towards him with a sweet smile, "all yours, big guy."

He jiggled in his seat as excited as a child, and within seconds, the ice cream was no more. You sighed, placing your head on his shoulder. He moved with you, arm coming over to rest along your back, keeping you on his side.

"Talk to me, lass."

"Simon hates me, doesn't he?"

"No, actually...quite the opposite."

You looked up at him, confused, raising your head, "What do you know?"

His cheeks tinted red as he avoided your gaze, humming some tune under his breath as his knee bounced nervously.

"I said, what do you know, Soap?"

He winced as you moved closer, taking his face in his hands to force eye contact, "I can't say, pet, you know I can't-"

"You better tell me right now or I swear to God-"

"He loves you!"

Your eyes widened, hands dropping from his face.

"H-He...what?" your voice came out so small, barely a whisper.

"He loves ya, (Y/N). And it's scaring 'im shitless."

You couldn't help but scoff, even though inside, your heart was bursting, "He doesn't love me...you should have heard the stuff he said, Johnny."

"I don't need to, he told me everythin' two nights ago when I found 'im completely oot his face trying tae get back to his room."

"He was drinking? He doesn't drink-"

"Yep, I know. And all he did was tell me how much he knew he'd fucked up with ya."

You frowned.

You never wanted him to hurt like that, and it hurt you knowing he was.

"C'mon, let's get home before the Cap'n shoots me for takin' ya out."

Soap took your hand, pulling you from the bench, and the two of you strolled back to the house, admiring the twinkling lights strung up across the roads.

By the time you got back to the safe house, it was dark, but you'd had the best day.

The second you walked through the door, Price came running, worry fuelling his manic state. Until he saw the smile on your face and the life in your eyes.

"Are you okay, love?" he whispered.

"Yeah, John, I'm okay now."

He squeezed you tightly, "please don't disappear without me knowing again, Simon's been losing his head all day I had to practically tie him down when he found out you were gone-"

"Wait, Ghost? The man that has ignored my existence for the last two weeks?"

"Look, love. I don't know what the fuck's goin' on but whatever it is, it needs sorting out. Can't have my team falling apart at the seams when shit's about to go down."

"He's the one with the problem-" you grumbled under your breath before he cut you off.

"Be the bloody grown up, (Y/N). Okay? For me?" he said, holding you at arms length by your shoulders.

You groaned, rolling your eyes, but ultimately nodded, "Fine."

"Good girl. And you, sergeant-" his attention turned to Soap, who was stood behind you, "what you did was fuckin' stupid, going out like that. But she's happy, so I'm gonna let it slide just this once. Ya hear me, MacTavish?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Sleep tight, little bug." Price said, giving you a firm kiss on the forehead before disappearing upstairs.

Soap grimaced, but nodded to his superior, and proceeded to take you back by the hand, leading you upstairs and to your room.

"Damn, a whole day and you walk me back to my door? Whoever the future Mrs MacTavish will be is a very lucky woman indeed." you smiled.

"What can I say? My mam raised a gentleman."

"Thank you for an amazing day, sergeant, you were right, I really needed it."

He stepped forward wrapping his arms around you, "Was my pleasure, pet. Glad t'see ye feelin' better."

"You're a really great friend, you know?"

"So I've been told." he smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead, "G'night."

"Night." you whispered.

Sighing, you closed your door softly, locking it behind you. Tossing your jacket onto the chair, you sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing your face with your hands.

"You're back."

You jumped out of your skin, whipping your small knife from your trousers and launching it into the darkness where the voice had come from. You stood up, fumbling to grab your other, until you looked over, the moonlight shining on the blade stuck into the wall.

"That's the second time you've thrown that at me."

Your hands dropped back to your sides as you panted, "Ghost what the fuck are you doing hiding in my room-"

"Where did you go?"

You furrowed your brows, "Soap took me around the city for the day."

"Like a date?"

"No. He was being a good friend."

Ghost sighed, his shoulders relaxing, relief washing over his features. He stepped forward, and you were able to see that he was mask-less, face in full view illuminated by the light seeping through the window.

"So what if it was a date?" you growled, ignoring his presence by continuing to get ready for bed. "You broke up with me, remember? You didn't want me."

His heart twanged painfully by the tone of your voice, "I changed my mind."

You scoffed, standing, "You can't just change your mind. You can't decide you want me just 'cause you spent the day thinking I was on a date with someone else."

"But I did-"

"No. You made that decision. You can't just keep playing with my feelings like this."

Your voice cracked as your eyes stung, tears raising to the surface.

"I know...I fucked up." he said, moving to stand in front of you.

He lifted his hand, his fingers grazing the skin of your cheek. Despite trying to resist, your eyes fluttered shut, and you leaned into his touch.

"These last two weeks have been the worst weeks of my life without ya." he whispered.

"You broke my heart, Ghost."

"I know."

He knew now the full extent of how hurt you were.

Because you kept calling him Ghost.

Not Simon.

You whimpered, trying to move away from him, shaking your head. It was too painful, because he'd meant every word the last time you spoke, and you knew that. He followed you, though, forcing your body against his, pressing you against the pillar on the bed.

You looked up at him, cheeks wet, "What do you really want? Just be honest with yourself for once, please."

"I want t'be the one you come to with your nightmares, I want to be the person you run to when ya need someone, for anythin'. I want to be the one who takes ya out for the day to make ya happy...I want to be the one that brings ya tea in the mornin's."

"You could have been...you could have had all of that, I said as much."

He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting with himself once again, "I'm scared."

"Do you want me?"

A tear rolled down your cheek, and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb, leaning down to place his forehead against yours.

"No...I need you."

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Red Widow - Chapter 3 - Teeth And Skin

Eventually, they’d had to stop. No one particularly wanted to, but Alex was still gushing blood and Malika was starting to get anxious that she hadn’t been able to bandage Farah properly. So, Laswell had found somewhere covered to pull into, which ended up being a stray garage next to a pretty decrepit house.

“I’m going to bandage you.” She informed Alex, once she’d gotten out and closed the garage door.

Alex shook his head. “No, no, I’ve got it.” He winced, attempting to sit up.

“Don’t.” Kate sighed. “Come on, just… come to the back of the truck and sit so I can bandage you up. I’m not in the mood.”

Alex looked like he was going to fight her on it, but eventually just sighed and got out of the truck, going around and climbing up into the back. He swung his legs a little while Kate got everything set up. “I gotta say, the way you disarmed that bastard was… badass. You almost broke his arm.”

Kate snorted, going to Alex and looking at his arm. “You’re going to need stitches.”

“Awesome.” Alex shook his head. “Just do it to me.” He shifted so his arm was better accessible.

“How’s your leg?” Kate asked, knowing Alex had likely neglected it. “Did you get a new one or is it still the old one?”

“Well, no one is exactly making prosthetics in the apocalypse.” Alex laughed and Kate decided that was fair. “No, it’s the old one. We were using the truck to keep it charged, but… Well, we already told you about that.”

Kate nodded. This is why you needed to find a generator. For things like this. Woah, when did she ever have that idea? Or did… Red Widow have that idea? She decided to settle on the Red Widow likely having had that idea and sighed. “We need to find a generator for the truck. I think it’s going to make a lot of things a lot easier for us.”

“I think I have to agree. But, it’ll mean we have to siphon for more gas.” Alex furrowed his brows. “Farah, what do you think of that?” He glanced back and Kate followed his eyes.

Malika was rebandaging Farah, who was watching her. Farah looked over and nodded. “Yeah, I think a generator would be good.”

Kate nodded. “We’ll start to look once we’re away from this mess. I need a map of Mexico, I think we passed the border a while ago.”

“We should be right under it, actually.” Alex furrowed his brows. “We had a big like book of maps in Farah’s bag. Had Mexico in it. All of North America.”

Kate nodded. When she was finally done patching Alex up, she climbed up into the truck, going to Farah’s bag and digging through until she found the book Alex had mentioned. She flipped through it until she found a map of the area they should be in. She then climbed out of the truck, glancing around outside before leaving the Garage.

She found a street sign and then looked around on the map until she found where they were. “We’re in Ramirez.” She said when she went back. “Or… near it. Roba’s cartel was in Coahuila. That’s only 6 hours from here.”

“6 hours by normal drive.” Alex reminded, frowning. “So… We go into Coahuila and investigate the cartel? See what happened to them?”

“And, we ask around about John and Kyle.” Kate finished for him. She glanced around the three of them, noting just how exhausted all three looked. So, she looked back at the map. “It says there’s a hotel nearby. Why don’t we see if we can break into a room? Rest for a few days.”

“We’re so close, though…” Farah spoke up. “I don’t want to stop when we’re potentially this near to finding them.”

Kate shook her head. “A few days isn’t going to make a difference.” She also wasn’t sure she wanted to stop, but in case Roba’s cartel was still active and fighting… She didn’t want to risk getting into a fight when they were all exhausted. “Look, it looks like some of them have kitchenettes. Alex and I could try to get a few of the generators running and I could make us a hot meal if I can find the stuff.”

Malika and Alex both looked swayed by that. Kate chuckled. “If we can get the generators running, that may also mean hot water, which means a hot shower.”

“Fuck, fine, you got me.” Farah groaned. “Alright. Lets find the hotel. They usually have loading docks for the trucks, so we should be able to stash the truck there.”

“Exactly.” Kate nodded. So, they all got back into the truck and headed out.

Kate dropped Farah and Malika off in front of the building to kill Biters and break into a room and then she and Alex had gone to the back to find a dock to drop the truck off, in. Thankfully, one was open and a ramp already installed.

A semi was nearby, it’s trailer was knocked over, having looked like it crushed several biters who were still awake and squirming. Other than a few inside the dock, which Alex hopped out and took care of, there weren’t any others to worry about.

So, Kate parked the truck and got her bow out, starting to look for the generator room. They found the front desk rather easily and Alex shot the lock on the desk to get it open. There, they found the master key to the rooms and a binder which was labeled with Silver sharpie and said “Hotel Information.”

Alex took it and started to flip through it while Kate looked through the rest of the drawers for anything important. She jolted and cursed when a rat suddenly jumped out of the drawer at her, catching it halfway to her neck.

It was rotting so bad it’s rib cage was showing and Kate threw it at the wall, making it splatter into a sickening splotch noise. “That’s fucking rancid.” Alex made a face, looking like he’d be sick.

Kate furrowed her brows. “It was rotting. Can the virus affect animals?”

Alex shook his head. “I think I don’t want to worry about that, right now.”

Kate decided that was fair and gave herself one moment to glance at the brownish red splotch on the wall before pushing it out of her head and returning to search through the desk, getting out her knife to be safe in case any more friends decided to lunge out at her. Thankfully, she managed to search the desk without any more, but her searching came up with nothing but confiscated credit cards and money. Both of which she was willing to bet were useless.

“I found the generator room.” Alex finally said, putting the binder on the desk and pointing to a little square on the map. “It says they are fuel ran and they’re not automatic. They have to be turned on. So, I’m hoping that whoever abandoned this place didn’t turn on the generators before they left. Now, I’ve found a diagram that tells us which generators run which rooms, so, we need to find out if Malika and Farah found a room.”

“Right.” Kate nodded. “Alright. You figure out how to break into that room-”

“Why would I do that, there’s a key?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

Kate paused. “Touche.” She nodded and then sighed, handing him the keyring after taking the masterkey. Then, she headed outside, unable to see Malika and Farah. “Farah! Malika!” She called, being mindful of biters.

She jumped back when Farah suddenly landed in front of her. “We found a room on the top floor.” Farah smiled.

Kate looked at the sky for a moment. “Alex has rubbed off on you, too much.”

Farah laughed, softly. “Malika, did you see that??” She looked up at Malika, who was standing on the balcony that Farah must have just been standing on.

Kate smiled as Malika called back that she had. “You’re sweet on her.” She acknowledged.

Farah turned dark red. “No.” She said, clearly lying. “She’s… very dear to me but.. We’re just- We’re just friends. Why, did she mention liking me??” Farah turned to Kate.

Kate chuckled. “Alex has… stated some concerns about the way you two behave. He seems to think you two have a mutual… appreciation.”

Farah quickly looked away and didn’t answer, so Kate continued. “What room number did you choose?”

“318.” Farah answered. “It looks untouched.”

“Good. You and Malika get settled up there and um… Put the do not disturb thing on if you two get busy.” Kate chuckled, winking, and then fully laughed when Farah hit her shoulder. She gave her the masterkey and then turned and left, going back to where Alex appeared to have already broken into the generator room.

Kate went down the stairs into the dark, seeing a moving light ahead. “Alex?” She called, not hearing the tell tale grunting of biters or any other zombie noise and so she assumed it was fine. Especially considering Alex had had to unlock the door.

“Up ahead.” Alex called back, sounding like he was a fair distance, but then light was shining on Kate and she could see the source of it was all the way at the end of a long hallway. She took deep breaths, getting an anxious feeling about this.

She’d never admit it to anyone in her life, but she still had a slight fear of the dark. She’d never outgrown it. But, she couldn’t be hesitant down here, so she started to confidently stride to Alex, feeling around, carefully as she walked.

Then, she felt a breath on her neck. Immediately, she whipped around and kicked her foot out, only hitting the air. Her heart picked up pace and she tried to keep her breathing steady, but this had really sent her anxiety spiking. She tried to tell herself it was fine and backed up before turning around and quickly making it to Alex.

“They’re in room 318.” She said when she was close enough.

Alex nodded. “That would be… this generator.” He pointed the flashlight at a large purple generator. “However, I’d like to be able to work in light, so I’m trying to get this one started.” He pointed the flashlight at a slightly smaller green generator. “This one is for this room and a few others.”

Kate nodded. “What do we need?”

“Well, it looks slightly damaged, but I’m not sure how bad. However, I can’t find the fucking on switch.” Alex grunted and stepped forward, looking over the generator.

Before Kate could offer to help, she swore she heard movement behind her and again whipped to look around, though she couldn’t make out anything in the darkness. But… she still heard it. Rasping. It was almost Rhythmic. In, ou-ou-out. In, ou-ou-out. “A-Alex-” She said, backing up and reaching to touch Alex’s arm. “I don’t- I don’t think we’re alone.”

“What are you talking about? I checked.” Alex looked up at her before continuing what he was doing.

Kate only gave him a glance before doing her best to continue looking around. She saw them. In the distance. Bright purple eyes. There was no way she’d mistaken them. She had no history of hallucinations. Or psychosis.

“Alex.” She quickly said, only growing frantic when the eyes disappeared. When she felt breath hit her face, she panicked completely. “Alex- Alex!” She didn’t give him a chance to answer and instead just yanked the flashlight from him, pointing it in front of her.

She was greeted with a horrible rotten green face and purple eyes staring right at her. she didn’t even have a chance, however, to process because then she was being slammed into the ground.

Alex was shooting at the zombie and Kate quickly sat up, looking at where Alex was shooting the zombie. “What the fuck is that?!”

“I don’t Fucking know! Just get the damn generator running. There’s a fucking door on it, open that, and there should be a button!” Alex threw the flashlight at Kate and kept shooting. He appeared to be using the light from the gun to see.

So, Kate immediately went to the generator, seeing where Alex had yanked open a door, which looked broken. She looked over the buttons, making a frustrated noise at seeing they were in Spanish.

However, manual appeared on a button and she pressed it, seeing a little green light on it. Then, she realized it needed a passcode. “Alex, it needs a passcode!”

“Fuck! Alright, I put the binder on the generator for rooms 320-330! It should have the passcode on it!” Alex called back. “Just go and get it, I’ll cover you if the damn thing gets you. Fuck, I can’t see it!”

Kate swallowed her fear and used the flashlight to quickly locate the generator for 320-330 and rushed over, since it looked clear.

However, right as she got there, she felt something slam into her and push her down. Without thinking, she rolled onto her back and brought her legs up, kicking the zombie off of her.

It immediately scrambled off and so Alex rushed past, continuing to shoot at it.

Kate scrambled to drag herself up and grabbed the binder, rushing back and putting the flashlight between her jaw and shoulder so she could see as she frantically flipped through the pages. She found the list of generator codes and tried to find the one for the basement. “Alex! What is basement in Spanish??”

“How the fuck would I know?!” Alex was now carefully firing off shots, again likely trying to use the light to see.

Kate didn’t have time to retort so she just desperately looked around the generator, finding a label that said sótano. She found the generator code that was also labeled with that and slammed the code into the generator, before hitting a button that said comenzar.

A loud chunk noise came and then it was whirring loudly. Kate covered her ears at a sudden loud and piercing shriek noise right next to her. It made her brain feel like it was splitting open.

Then, the lights were turning on and Kate looked to her right, seeing the zombie was… freaking out. It looked to be almost holding its ears and screaming loudly. It’s eyes were also squeezed shut, which Kate didn’t know was something zombies could do.

However, Alex shot it through the head a moment later and it slumped to the side before almost appearing to fall into pieces, which made a horrible squelching noise.

Kate had to resist puking as she stared at it, her eyes wide. “What… what was that?!”

“Fuck.” Alex came over, kicking the pieces. “I have no idea. It didn’t act like a sprinter… it certainly wasn’t a biter or heavy.”

Kate wiped some blood from her arm. “You said bleeders have acid blood, right?”

“So, not a bleeder.” Alex said, after nodding. “Damn thing was silent, too. I checked everywhere, I don’t know how I missed it…”

Kate finally got up off the floor and sighed. “It was stealthy…” She sighed and took a deep breath. “Fuck.”

Alex snorted. “I think Fuck might be an understatement. Let’s go talk to Farah and Malika.”

Kate sighed and nodded, agreeing. They got the other generator up and running and then both rushed up to find Farah and Malika. They were already in the room and Farah was messing around with the shower. “You guys got the generator running.” Farah acknowledged and Alex nodded, going and falling on one of the beds.

The room they chose had two beds which Kate figured she and Alex would just take one and Farah and Malika could have the other- No. Kate… decided to spare her and Alex. “Malika, why don’t you and I share a bed and Alex and Farah share a bed?” She offered to Malika.

“Oh.” Malika paused and then smiled. “Okay!”

Kate relaxed. Alex gave her an odd look so she leaned to him and muttered, “I’m not getting woken up to… acts.”

Alex made a face. “Good thinking.”

Kate sighed and went to the other bed, falling on it before coughing as she realized how dusty it was. Alright, new agenda… She got up and started to strip the bed, taking it to the hotel window and beating it out of it. Dust flew out of it and she had to cough a few times. God, if she had time and if they planned to stay there, longer, she’d put in the effort to hand wash it but… Well, she’d managed to get a lot of the dust out and it mostly just had a dusty smell, so it’d be fine.

Malika ended up helping her remake the bed, which she thanked her for. “You don’t have to thank me. We’re sharing the bed.” Malika smiled.

Kate shrugged. “You didn’t have to help, though. So… Thank you.” She then turned to Alex, who was doing the same for his and Farah’s bed.

Speaking of, Farah finally came out of the bathroom. “The water is less than stellar but I finally feel clean.” She was grinning, fully dressed again. “The hot water heater will likely need to fill again.”

“Not since no one else will be using it.” Alex shook his head. “Malika, you can go first.”

“That’s alright, Alex. You can.” Malika shook her head.

Alex snorted. “I won’t fight you.” He got up and went to the bathroom.

Kate sighed. “I wish we were going to be here for a while. I’d do laundry. I think we could all do with some fresh clothes.”

Farah shrugged. “Malika and I are going to go around in the morning and loot the rooms. See what we can scrounge up.”

Kate decided that was probably smart. Maybe they’d find new clothes. “Alex and I will make sure the truck doesn’t need anything done to it. Would rather not have it also randomly break down. Might make things… Inconvenient.”

“I definitely agree.” Farah nodded and sighed. “I was thinking… What if Price and Gaz aren’t in Coahuila? What are we going to do?”

“People had to have spotted them.” Kate sighed. “They had to have… see them. So, we’ll ask around, find out when they left. I don’t think they’re in Coahuila but I know they were at some point. It’s a start. A better start than anything else we have.”

“I suppose you’re right it just… Worries me.” Farah sighed. “But, I believe we’ll find them.”

Kate nodded. “I do, too.” She went and laid down, sighing. “I do, too.”

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- Soap was detonating the bomb under the ground. Helping Price to detonate the other one on the side ….

Makarov and his man came and started firing , Soap got shot and Took cover …..Since he was covering himself as one of the Konni Group members for intel receive.. it was easy for him…

He remembered the lines which Makarov said during the catch in Verdansk..

“ I’ll be seeing you again , MacTavish “

*Soap took a self oath to give his words a great backfire*

“ Ah will git yer fur sure Vladimir “ *soap selftalking *

* noticed a blue eyed konni member , who was quite similar to his figure *

* a plan popped up in him instantly *

*Keeping the gun straight at the members head *

“One wrong move and a bullet in yer head “ *orders him to detonate the bomb *

- The soldier was about to touch the control and Makarov shot him …

….

“ SOAP !! “ *Price screaming while preventing Makarov to shoot *

“ JHONNY !!! “ *Ghost screaming *

….

- The soldier fell on the floor , Soap took his chance and left outside to a safe place …

He felt to go to Laswell’s place for intels , plans and to keep his existence secret ..but it would be risky so he didn’t even contacted from other sources..…

she already got the news .. fake news of Soap is KIA .. she immediately told Lavender about it …she was in another mission….

*Laswell calling Lav *

“ Lavender… ..soap is….“

*the phone fell from her hand *

…..she broke down in call understanding it was the news she feared the most…

- Meanwhile.. Soap had to wait till they cremate the other body … there was a rule that you can’t see the dead body of a soldier if he’s shot in head or throat … Lucky for him to take the chance…. But the pain it caused in them ..specially in Lavender..haunted him ..

He got the news where they’ll wind away the ashes .. he went there and stood at a distance to avoid gaze …

When he saw Price , Gaz, , Lavender and Simon’s faces with immense grief in … he broke a lot by the sight… but he had to do it … for them , for the world .. to save all..

When it was Lav’s turn to pour the ashes ..she was hugging the ceramic for a time ..Soap wanted to go and hug her but he had to stay far ….

As soon as she poured it and shoved the ceramic to Simon’s hands ..she fell unconscious…Price held her right away..

He was about to go and hold her but someone kept a hand in his shoulder which made him look back in shock ..It was Yuri..

“ I understand why you’re hiding in the shadows and faking your own death Sergeant “

“ Yuri …..”

*He hugged Yuri , him hugging Soap back *

“ We can’t be seen till we face Makarov with our plans and Intel ..I have contacts with Watcher and Nikolai from starting through comms “ *Yuri*

“ I’ll send them intel by unknown ID “ *Soap*

* fist bumps each other *

“For our soil , our land *

*looking back at his mates and Lav *

“ Ah will be back tae ye guys in yin pie..i promise “

2 Days later …

*heads to Lavender’s location *

*comes to a distance and positions his binoculars to Lavender’s window *

“What are you doing sergeant ? “ *Yuri*

“ I can’t go near her ..but I can keep a watch over her till i come in front “ *Soap*

*the sight broke both of the boys hearts*

- She was all dead from inside , her love of life , her only hope , wearing Soap’s jacket and clenching it tight with her pale fingers …

Everything got taken away by a single shot ..Soap noticed her swelled up eyes , red knuckles and tear stained cheek … holding his jacket tight ..

He was all teared up …

“ A'm in yin piece..just bade pure tough fur me loue“

*Jhonny left a bunch of Lavenders in front of her door *

- He knocked and ran to a side for a hide .. Lav opens her door to find no one …seeing down ..a bunch of Lavenders tied up softly..Soap was seeing her from a distance..tears slipping from his ocean eyes..she picked it up and went inside …

- He was staying at Yuri’s safe house till they both get the chance of Ending Makarov’s legacy

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mahalshairyballs · 2 years

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MoonKnight playlistPt6

Here you can find the first parts with the first songs

Here are Part 5 & Part 7

Beautiful Crime - Tamer

Okay, this song. Has been a Daredevil song for me since it was attached to the first ever Netflix Daredevil trailer. It has a strong emotional connection to Daredevil for me, it can be for nothing else. However, it's kinda a ship song? But no ship I had with Matty really fit it ?

Until

Until I started to think about Matt/Marc

Don't you think it'd be a perfect Matt/Marc song ? Two angsty boys together 🤍🖤❤

'Each step I left behind

Each road you know is mine

Walking on a line ten stories high

Say you'll still be by my side

If I could take your hand, oh

If you could understand

That I can barely breath, the air is thin

I fear the fall and where we'll land

We fight every night for something

When the sun sets we're both the same

Half in the shadows

Half burned in flames

We can't look back for nothin'

Take what you need say your goodbyes

I gave you everything

And it's a beautiful crime

Each breathe I left behind

Each breathe you take is mine

Walking on a line ten stories high

Fear a fall, you're asking why

Leaving the things we lost, oh

Leaving the ones we crossed

I have to make an end so we begin

To save my soul at any cost

[...]

This darkness is the light

[...]

Down to the bottom - Dorothy

This one would be a Marc one I guess? I don't feel as strongly about that songs than other songs in here. Ans there's not a lot of lyrics lol.

'Baby I need light

I need fire

I need to know that I'm alive

I need love

Baby, I need love

I need loooove

[...]

Baby, I need help

She calls my name

Out in the desert

I pray for rain

I need love

[...]

The Fastest Way Back Home - Frank Turner

I see this song as a sort-of duo by Marc & Steven to Layla. Some lyrics fit more one than the other, some other lyrics goes for both. So it's a steven/marc/layla song. Most of the lyrics work really well.

'I should have seen you were coming

I should have been prepared

After all, getting half of what you wish for isn't so rare

But still I wasn't ready

You took me by surprise

You brought a light to my dark

Like a word from the wise

We fell in love in the summer

When the skies were clear

But I'm still wearing my coat

From winter last year

I need to set my house in order

[...]

I need to make a home for you

Before inviting you in

Weather wears the mountains right down into the sea

So I will stand in the rain until I am clean

Rivers carve the country, a landscape shaped by a stream

So I will swim in the river as long as you need

Darling oh my darling you know

That everything that I do

Is to try to make me good enough for you

Darling oh my darling

You know that everywhere that I go

I'm just trying to find the fastest way back home'

Goodbye - Greg Laswell

This is a Marc song. And it's very specific to a moment in Marc & Layla's life. I really see this song as something Marc would be thinking when he decided to leave her/not come back to her that time.

'It was nice to meet you, goodbye

It's high time I quit wondering why

'Cause I have lost all that I can from my side

And when you think of me again, know

I tried, I tried, goodbye

Forgive me while I lay here

But I have nowhere else to be

I figure when I leave this time, it's for keeps

And when I'll say 'Good Morning' next,

I'll lie, I'll lie, this is goodbye

I'll only lay the day I can't remember you at all

(And it's not easy to say that day

Is already come and gone,)

And all that remains is a place,

Where you no longer are,

One day I won't regret this,

Oh, how I want to believe that's true

Once I pick up my parts I broke on you

I'll get used to the idea

It's not you, not you, goodbye

Guilty - Marina and the Diamonds

This is 110% a Marc. Like you switch father with mother and you take the lyrics about a dog metaphorically and it's impressive how well it fits him and his story.

'I was dreaming something dark

Hiding body parts

[...]

Oh, I'm a guilty one,

And I know what I have done,

Yeah, I'm a troubled one,

And I won't be forgiven

Guilty on the run

And I'm never forgiven

I was just a kid

That you could not forgive

Because it's harder

I was just a kid

And all I really wanted

Was my [mother]

[...]

Then suddenly it all becomes clear

I've been sorry all these years

[...]'

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

This could be interpreted two ways, well with two different characters. It's a song about Marc introducing either Layla or Steven to his mercenary friends his only friends left for the first time. The lyrics that would fit more Steven are in parentheses.

It also reminded me of Deadpool's mercenary joint. I've seen Venom&Eddie/Marc system fic, but has anyone written a fic where Marc stops at Deadpool's mercenary bar ?

'All my friends are heathens take it slow

Wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don't make any sudden moves

You don't know the half of the abuse

[...]

Welcome to the room of people

That they loved one day, docked away

Just because we check the guns at the door

Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you

You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you

You'll think 'How did I get here, sittingnext to you?'

But after all I've said, please don't forget

[...]

They say newcomers have a certain smell

(You have trust issues, not to mention)

They say they can smell your intentions

You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

[...]

(Watch it)

[...]

Why'd you come here? You knew you should have stayed

I tried to warn you just to stay away

And now they're outside ready to bust

It looks like you might be one of us'

Here are Part 5 & Part 7

Here you can find the first parts with the first songs

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