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yumethefrostypanda · 10 months
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Ghost and Price working together for so long one look equals a whole conversation+next objective (imo). Part I
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natelia-aldelliz · 11 months
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"I can't call Soap 'Johnny'," Alejandro grunts, an obvious smile in his voice.
"Don't," Soap answers immediately. "Only Ghost can pull that off."
Roach lifts an eyebrow. "And what am I supposed to call you then? Johnuald the third?"
Soap snorts, quietly enough that the others don't hear him, and sends him a look. Even in the dark, it's very obvious how much of a sunshine he is, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
Damn, Roach had never fallen for someone this fast before. Even with Simon, it had taken a few months. But for some reason, Johnny is so precious to him that he'd die - again - for him in a heartbeat.
"Jonathon? Jonah? Johnson? Johntay? I can keep going, I already had that conversation with Price years ago, and I had the internet back then. I had a pretty long list and I remember most of it."
"Cannae ye make yerself useful instead of bein a nuisance?" Soap whispers with a smile after quickly checking around that no one was paying him attention.
Roach gasps. "But being a nuisance is my true calling! You could say I like 'bugging' people, huh, get it, get it?" He beams when Soap shakes his head at him and goes through the wall.
The shadows are crawling outside, of course. He roams around, getting a rough headcount, then gets back at Soap with all the information. It's doable, honestly. Especially since Simon and him rigged several cars with explosives.
He is still a bit worried though, about Johnny's wound. He's not sure how it's possible, how he's still standing, but then again, he's a ghost talking to a living person, so there's that.
Rudy had said that no one except Alejandro can kill Alejandro, and Roach just has to wonder if Johnny got kind of the same deal. But Ale never gave any indication that he was seeing the burning person floating above his new friends, so maybe it's not the same.
With the clear intel he gives Soap, they make quick work of the Shadows and Price picks them up at the wall. If he was able to actually haunt people and not just follow them around uselessly, he'd stop haunting the Captain immediately as a thanks.
Because he's pretty sure Johnny actually needs some intense medical attention. He said that it didn't feel different than a leg or shoulder wound, but those definitely need more than just stitches and painkillers anyway.
It's very heartwarming, watching Soap greet the rest of the team with a puppyish energy, and he has to admit that it is kind of funny seeing Gaz and Price's faces when they notice the bullet hole in the front of his shirt.
The sight of Simon helping Johnny move along with a hand on the small of his back leaves him with mixed feelings.
There's the "I knew it!! I told you so!!" that he was expecting, of course, because he's always right and he did know it would happen. But there's also a pinch in his chest that he hadn't really expected. It's a feeling that he hadn't really felt since a really long time, since he was a teenager, probably.
Jealousy.
He hates it, he's always hated it. But the worst is he doesn't even know who he's jealous of. Perhaps he's finally remembering that he's dead and they're not, that all this flirting he's been doing with Johnny wouldn't have led to anything.
The grown arse sunshine of a man turns his head back, looking slightly confused, looking for him. When his eyes land on him, he beams so hard that it actually illuminates his whole face and Roach can't do anything except gravitate towards him like a moth to a light.
Wrong bug, he snorts internally.
"What's with you, smiley face?" he hears Simon ask when he gets closer.
Johnny is still looking straight at him, his smile getting softer. "Nothing," he answers, his gaze burning Roach more than the fire had. "Just glad you're here and glad we're leaving."
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luveternals · 4 months
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paring: 4. simon 'ghost' riley x artist male reader. cw: introvert reader with low self-esteem, there's a waiter whose love language is food, ghost has selective mutism(tell me if I got anything wrong), swearing, the seafront location was originally inspired by Naples' Lungomare, Italy. <- posto da visitare assolutamente, guys. a/n: bam! they thought I was gone, but I ain't. Lol guess whose first language isn't English. anyway, new posts' schedule: still to be decided (check the my pinned post). ~ ~ ~
You've seen this trend around for a while and decide worse case scenario people get offended, call you a creep, and you won’t be able to show your face to the public ever again.
What could possibly go wrong?
Put on the brave face, man, you tell yourself taking in a fortifying breath. It’s not that they don’t know how much of a loser you already are.
Not wanting to be the stalking weirdo on the train or subway, you choose a nearby café. They know you here, at least. Though, you can’t decide if it’s for the better or worse.
The waiter is already setting up a tray on the counter when you open the door, and from the cheeky little wink he gives you, you know it’s for you. Noah knows your goto morning food and drink, though you never told him. He found out all on his own — honestly, you don’t even recall having a favorite to begin with.
“There he is,” he says and pushes the tray towards you when you stop at the counter, “precious little artist. Punctual as ever.”
You try to smile, but it pulls at your lips and you know it looks nothing but awkward. “How do you know I might change my order today?”
“Are you going to?”
You shrug.
“Thought so.” He pokes at the tray and points at your table, set way at the back of the café. “Now, this better not go cold, hmm,” he leans forward and squints at you, “I mean it.”
You huff at him and turn away with the tray in hand. “Whatever, mom.”
“Oh!” you hear him gasp offended, “kids these days.”
Idiot.
One thing is certain, being a loyal customer of theirs has its little perks. One being your usual table has an unspoken reservation on it. Every time you come here, it’s there for you. The fact that people don’t usually sit this far from the counter unless there’s no other option is an appreciated bonus. You place the tray on the table, set your bag on the empty chair next to yourself, and finally take a seat.
Unsure of how to start, you pick Noah as the first subject of your little experiment. He’s been nagging you about making a portrait of him for ages now, so you know for a fact he’s not going to mind.
You start your sketch with his beaming face. A circle for the shape of the head. A downward line at the center to keep everything spaced correctly. Find the position of eyes and nose. Shape of the face. Erase the lines you don’t need anymore.
You brush off the little eraser crumbs away and raise your head to check his face again. He’s turned away though, and your attention slides to the customer in front of him waiting for his turn.
He’s a hulking figure, dark wear and face mask covering mouth and nose. You’ve never seen him around before.
Noah's café is small and cozy, tucked away in a little corner. Tourists don’t really pick this as their first choice.
You move to draw on an empty part of the page.
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“Oh ho! Looky here.”
You jerk and almost fall off the chair at the sudden presence peering over your shoulder. "Jesus, fu— what the hell is wrong with you?”
He steals the sketchbook and flips through the pages. “Love struck, aren’t we?” he snickers, inspecting the lastest drawings you’ve added to your collection.
You snatch the book back and fight the urge to check if anyone heard. “I thought I told you not to touch without permission.”
“I’m sorry,” he says and raises his hands before him, “I just… it’s been a while since I saw you draw so passionately, and I got curious. thought you lost your muse.” He glances down at the sketchbook and gives you a playful grin, “I guess you found a new one?”
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“It’s been an eternity, are you ever going to talk to him?” Mr I-don’t-know-how-to-mind-my-own-business sets a second pastry you never ordered beside your empty plate and lean over to look at your current drawing.
“Can you, like, leave me alone?”
“You’re an artist,” he says with the flattest tone, “without me, who would keep you fed and hydrated and alive, you?”
You purse your lips and raise your chin to stare up at him. How dare he? You don’t need no one’s help to take care of yourself, thank you very much. It’s not like you forget time passes when you're drawing and end up with only breakfast in your belly all day. it happened, sure. Still.
“You know what, you’re being a real pain right now,” you say and stand intending to leave the café and head to the park or something.
Of course, your action is too abrupt and you end up bumping into someone who was making their way to a table near yours. And catastrophe happens.
When you turn, you realize the person you knocked into is the man you’ve been drawing these last days. Even worse, his eyes are locked onto your open sketchbook right on the spread littered with portraits and drawings of him.
Fuck.
Here comes the part where he thinks you're a weirdo and leaves the café with the intention of never coming back.
“Oh, hello!” Noah says and wiggles his fingers at the man with an overly cheery expression. “My friend here was just about to come and talk to you about these,” he says, gathering your drawings and shoving them into your arms, “he’s a little shy, so he needed a little push,” he adds, then shoves you towards the other man.
You stumble but recover quickly, and when you turn to glare at your friend he simply sends you a wink and mouths ‘don’t be a loser and ask him out’.
“He’s not even being subtle at it.” You don’t expect the man to talk to you at all, or to stay after that to begin with. There’s amusement in his voice and when you meet his gaze, you find a soft look in his eyes.
“Yeah,” you say, breathless. From this close up, his eye color catches your attention and you have to refrain yourself from leaning closer and finding out how it is that it seems to change from hazel-brown to blue and back. “Yeah,” you say again and drop your attention back to your things to stop yourself from staring, “he’s an idiot. But he's a good friend despite it all. He pretty much keeps me alive by shoving food into my face.”
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Talking to Simon is not as awkward as you'd told yourself it'd be. He doesn’t judge you for all the drawings you did of him and instead compliments you on your skill. He does tease you, though.
“If I knew I was being stared at for so long I would have posed.”
“Shut up.”
“Need a model? I could do naked as well if you want.”
“Ugh.”
His laugh is contagious and you're helpless, so the teasing doesn’t stop.
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Friendship with him is not the same as with Noah.
The waiter is a beaming ball of life, open and bold and buzzing with energy. You love him but, sometimes, spending time with him is quite exhausting. 
Simon on the other hand, he knows silence. 
He sits at your table, book in one hand and tea in the other, enjoying the simple company that is your presence despite not having said a word since the simple greeting you shared this morning.
Noah gives you a thumbs up from over Simon's shoulder.
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“Why don't you just use a normal pencil for sketching?”
You peer up at him, hunched over the page. He's not even looking st you, but you know he's waiting for answer, curious and with real interest.
The first time he asked you a question, you've fumbled with your words unsure if he cared at all and if you'd scared him of with your chatter. Words aren't for you, but the longer you talk about the same thing on and on, you figure he doesn't mind and didn't ask just to have some awkward small talk. And so you blabber on about how it makes it easier to distinguish the first quick sketch with a color and the details you've added later with another.
He's eyes are pinned on you now, and you find you don't really mind being stared at like you thought you would.
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“Ask him out.”
You haven’t even reached the counter and Noah is already at it. “Can you not?”
“Precious, I can see the love struck dreamy smile you give him from a mile away,” he says, adding a second steaming cup to your tray. “Introvert doesn’t mean allergic to people. You’re not the complete failure at socializing you imagine yourself being.” He pushes the tray towards you and leans against the counter. “youst case scenario, if he says 'no' I’ll go with you.”
You grimace. And then wide the look off your face when you register your reaction. “I mean— it's not that I don’t like you, it’s just that—”
“Wow, man. Wow,” he scoffs, “this is worse than when you left the sketch of my face half done.”
Oh, fuck. You forgot about that one?
“Whatever, man,” he says with a roll of his eyes, his lips twitch at the corners. “If he does say 'no', I'll buy you that kit you’ve been swooning over for the past month. Best quality color and all that.” He waves at you to move along, only to pull your tray closer to himself again and popping a tiny little pastry right in the middle. Then sends you off to your doom.
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“I've been thinking,” you blurt out in response to his ‘mornin’’.
Simon pauses right about to take a seat, raises an eyebrow and finally settles down. “Have you, now?”
“Yeah,” you say and tap the end of your pencil against the table. “Yeah. Do you like the park? No, wait. Do you like going to the park with me— would you…” You take in a breath and raise your gaze to the ceiling, “really, now?”
After a long moment, you shift your attention back to him ready to try again. His eyes are shining, little wrinkles decorating the corner of his eyes.
The mask covers it, but you know for a fact that he's smiling.
You feel your cheeks going warmer and you have to fight the urge to backtrack and hide behind your sketchbook. “Do you wanna,” you say, “go to the park with me?”
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It's an oddity to find him already seated, no tea in sight either. From the look Noah gives you, after a month of simon coming in every day, this is a novelty for him as well.
You bring your tray to the table and sit beside him without a comment, only a simple greeting and a gentle smile. You set a cup of tea before him, alongside one of the sweets Noah refused to take back when you told him it was probably too much food. He actually looked offended by the comment.
“It’s double the stuff he usually gives me, Simon,” you say when he tries to have you keep it, “just eat it. Or better, help me finish it all, I beg you.”
He stares at the food for a long moment, then visibly gives up on convincing you. He doesn't touch it though.
The tea goes ignored as well.
You purse your lips. Well, that won’t do.
“Say,” you start and tilt your head to catch his gaze, “do you wanna go out for a walk? There’s a place I wanted to show you.”
He watches your face, then shifts his attention around the café, on Noah and finally on the food he left untouched.
“I'll have Noah put everything in a bag. I know he won't mind.”
He hesitates, but nods.
You smile at him and beam when the gesture seems to lessen the tension on his shoulders.
You bring him to a local bookstore. Like with the café, this is a little business famous mostly in the neighborhood. It’s never overly crowded but there’s always a kid or two binging their current read.
You leave him to scan the shelves and move to do the same not far.
Hah! They’ve finally restocked the stationary corner. Hooray! You definitely don’t need another journal, but no one can stop you from staring at them with gut wrenching despair.
Would Simon like it if I bought him one?
At the thought you turn to search for him and find him already making his way to you with a new book in hand.
You've got the membership card here so you manage to convince him to let you pay. Both for his book and the journal you're holding.
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You don’t know many places to visit, but those you are familiar with are the best for those who don’t care for ‘crowded’.
The seafront isn’t one of them but you hope the view will make up for it.
It’s a risky move, but you think you’ve grown close to him enough to know he's quite comfortable with being by himself, but sometimes silence isn't what he wants or needs.
Noah told you you’re a pretty good observant and that analyzing the world around you is what makes you an artist. So you hope he wasn’t making that up.
There's a little corner towards the end. Here the view is partially covered but when you check his face, you're glad to discover he doesn't seem to mind at all. He hasn't said a word at all since you met this morning, but his attention has been pinned on you all day even after the nonsense rant you've gone on about AI art. 
You pull out a thermos from the café’s cute, little bag and hand it to him like an hesitant offering. His tea has been kept safe and warm inside all morning, but you don't know if he'll accept it after earlier. 
His eyes soften and he takes the thermos with the same care you've handled it with, and holds it in both hands like he wants to keep it safe.
A spark of hope warms your insides, so you take out two pastries and hand one to him. "He's going to make me eat more tomorrow," you say and take a bite, as if to show him Noah does know how to bake — oh, yep, he really does. God. "And you haven't had breakfast yet. Please?"
It takes a moment, but eventually, he turns away from any unwanted gaze, moves his face mask out of the way, and brings the food to his mouth to take a bite.
It slow, delibeate and so very careful, but he's eating, and now you finally understand. How Noah cares so much about keeping you fed. 
~ ~ ~ a/n: I'm not entirely sure if I got it right. Here's what I was thinking: noah is there to keep the reader from neglecting himself; ghost is a new face at the café and with a little push they become friends; reader starts taking care of ghost end consequently takes care of himself. comment, reblog and/or follow. yadda, yadda, yadda, this blog feeds off feedback or it'll go boom! don't just like please...
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tabbyofwisdom · 2 months
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Ummmmm…..OMG
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saltycryptid · 1 year
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Ghost’s head has always been too wise, but his heart is nothing but fire and ashes.
A page featuring a scene from the fanfic solemn prayer, poppy in my hair by @congee4lunch! Specifically from the fifth chapter because the prose haunts me to no end, genuinely so beautiful.
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cherryredstars · 2 months
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“Ocean separates lands, not souls..” ― Munia Khan
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"Every night I have dreamt of you. You plague my dreams, in the most deepest, truest sense. In every vivid picture, I love you and you, I. Each dream is a glimpse of pages from the storybook of our lives together. Futures so ripe that if I were to bite into them and give in to temptation, my mouth would be forever stained with its sweetness and the forbidden fruit would dribble down my chin and dry there. My skin would absorb it until it seeped into my bloodstream and it flowed through my heart over and over again. Until it was carved into my very soul and became nothing short of everything that I am. It would coat my hands and my heart and my mind until all I can breathe is you. It transcends even Odysseus's devotion to Penelope. It is so all-consuming that even I fear it."
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Where Ships Sail: A Historical Romance
Simon Riley is a dirt poor boy living along the ports of mid-1700 Great Britain. He is only fifteen when he meets her: the girl who owns the ports. She is everything that he is not, but everything he will ever come to want. No amount of class divides or silky lace dresses are a match for the love beginning to drown his heart.
But love is not the only thing Simon must face.
There are revolutions across the sea, a family who needs to be fed, and a desperate need to show his worth. With an ocean between them, Simon must fend for himself and his country if he wishes to become the best for the people he loves the most. But after receiving a wake-up call in the battle fields, Simon realizes there is no time to waste when it comes to love. Upon returning to where it all started, Simon finds he might already be too late.
original story inspiration
Chapter 1: Where it Begins
Read it here.
Chapter 2: Where One Stays
TBA
Their lives will always start and end where ships sail.
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shadow0-1 · 11 months
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He’s a dog with a bone
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shi-yin-drawings · 15 days
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Detective Azaliah thinks Riley is hiding something, but she isn't too pleased about being a suspect.
Also included a no subs version and the rough sketch below!
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simnostalgia · 8 months
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Promo screenshot for The Sims Life Stories on PC, 2007
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downbadforwhat · 1 year
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Forgive me
{Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader}
~ this is my first time writing anything like this so please bear with me~
~please don’t be afraid to comment and tell me what y’all think~
Warning: Angst , violence, blood.
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His voice.
I used to love his voice.
He rarely spoke. And among the times he did speak, it was never above a stern voice. Usually deciding to stand over those that have vexed him and lecture them on whatever has happened. His voice carried therefore eliminating all need to yell. His aura demanded attention so no one would dare to speak over him.
His words that he shared with me were soft, well as soft as they could be coming from a man like him. Even when he was barking out orders, the edge they held was dull and lacking some of its bite.
Not too surprisingly, he is a man of action. Training here, a new found trinket there. These conveyed words that were unspoken. A new found language that I quickly became fluent in.
I've never heard him yell, didn't even know it was possible. Thought of it as something he would never need to do. Until now.
This was supposed to be a clean cut mission. Laswell tasked us with finding some documents that were, of course, in the middle of a forest that is marked by a shit ton of green on a map. How I wish drug lords would hide these things on an island somewhere. That way I could at least enjoy the smell of salt water and be annoyed at the sand that somehow makes its way into my boots before being shipped off on another mission.
"Chimera."
And just like that, all my complaints are gone. As long as that voice is present with me, I am willing to endure whatever trials come my way.
"Sir?"
I make eye contact with him. His eyes are awaiting mine. Sitting in pools of black encompassed by sands of white. A beautiful beach. One I could bask in until the end of time. I am grateful it is just the two of us on this mission. This means for the time being all of his attention is on me. I can sink into his gaze and allow his deem timbre to roll over me and wash away any nerves. Let it seep deep into my bones and give me strength I did not know I had.
"Drop off is in five. We're getting in, grabbing what we need and then hightailing it to the evac point. Try to make as little noise as possible."
"Yes sir."
He stares at me for a beat longer before breaking my stare and rechecking his weapons. His gaze hardening with focus. His voice rings through my head and I allow it to settle before checking my own.
Get in. Get out. No noise. Back in time for a questionable MRE and stolen whispers. The building we infiltrated was a simple model. Two-story, with the main office being on the first floor. What Laswell had discovered was that there was a second smaller office on the second floor that was hidden by a false wall. That is where all the documents were supposed to be.
Get in. Get out. No noise. Should've known it would never be that simple. One can dream.
We cleared the first floor with ease, moving in tandem like a well oiled machine. Around corners, behind doors. Not a crevice was left unexplored. Nonetheless, neither of us notice the lone red dot above the front door silently alerting the owners of intruders.
We move up the stairs to the second floor. Clearing the bedrooms and looking for the hidden office. We found it in the furthest room when I pressed against the wall and it gave way to a room with a desk and a singular lamp on it. There was a book shelf lined with books on one side and a silver cabinet on the other. A single window caused the desk to be back lit and highlight the dust in the room. We step inside and he closes the door behind us.
First red flag should've been the luxury of the lack of personnel.
The second, there was no chair.
I locked onto the cabinet and my counterpart zoned in on the desk. Searching for any documents that could give us an edge.
The third and final flag, there was nothing. At least nothing we already didn't know. Could the intel have been wrong? No way. Laswell rarely makes mistakes. She wouldn't have sent us out here unless she was sure. But mistakes can happen. Maybe I am not looking hard enough. There has to be someth-
"Anything?" His whisper cuts through my thoughts like a warm knife through butter. Instantly silencing the doubts.
"Negative sir." I take a breath and close the cabinet. "I would've thought this house was abandoned." Another breath and I turn to face him. "What do we do now sir."
He closes the drawer he was searching through and reaches for his radio.
"Watcher-1 this is Ghost. Permission to send traffic?"
"Ghost this is Watcher-1. Whats your status?"
"It's a dead end Watcher-1."
As they continue their conversation I turn to look out the window. That's when I see them. Five men in full gear coming from around the house. I back away from the window.
"Ghost. We're being surrounded. I count fivemen, there may be more on the other side of the house."
I turn towards him and grab my rifle. Heading towards the wall closest to the door. I listen intently, but there are no sounds indicating someone is in the house already.
"Watcher-1 we've been made. Heading to the evac point now. Going dark." Ghost clicks his radio and all that is heard is the wind outside. He takes silent steps towards the door. I turn my head to look at him and then I notice a glint of something under the book shelf.
I rush over and drop the ground. I reach under the book shelf and grab a USB. Maybe they got sloppy and dropped this or this is a set up but either way it is coming with me. I quickly stand back up and hand the drive over to Ghost. He pockets the USB and I nod to him. As he opens the door we listen for any indication of guests in the building.
We're both silent as we walk back into the bedroom. I let the door close behind me once again sealing away the hidden room. Guns raised we move quickly to the hallway and then we hear something break the windows downstairs. A bright flash and then smoke overtakes the first floor. Then we see the windows on the second floor get broken before more smoke clouds our vision. We reach for our masks and put them on. We pause and listen as the front door is broken down. There are pounding footsteps searching the first floor as me and Ghost take up positions in a different bedroom closer to the stairs. I swap my gun for my knife and wait for someone to walk by the doorway. We heat steps and as soon as they walk in my knife finds home in their jugular. I quickly rip it out and stab it again and again to ensure they're down for the count. I gently set them down and look back to see Ghost had done the same with the dead man's friend. He gives me a nod and we both reach for our pistols.
As we step out into the hallway two more finally reach the tops of the steps. They don't have time to look our way before they're joining their buddies in the other room. We walk down the stairs and see one man standing at the bottom presumably waiting to hear from his friends. I grab his mouth to muffle his screams and quickly stab under his vest and then into his neck.
In a perfect world, we would've been able to walk out of the house and run to the evac point. Sadly, in our line of work we quickly discover that the world is anything but perfect. Ghost uses his throwing knife on a man who started to run our way. This alerts his buddies who start to shoot in our direction. We quickly dive into the living room and fire off returning shots. I duck behind a couch and manage to shoot two of them. All is silent in the house again. He takes a breath before speaking.
"Any damage Chimera?"
"No sir. Are you hit?" I look him over and see no obvious points of injury but he is wearing all black so I truly could be none the wiser. He never answers my question.
"How far away is the evac point?"
" 'Bout 20 clicks west. We should be there by the time the helo gets there."
With that new information we turn towards the front door. As we step out we remove our masks and reattach them to our belts. A quick scan of our surroundings alerts us to a vehicle. We quickly start to head to the vehicle. We didn't realize that there would be a man hiding by the side of the house. The man that rounds the house and raises his weapon upon seeing me and Ghost. I see him out of the corner of my eye but in the end I am not fast enough. I am only able to make a strangled cry to alert Ghost before I am hit. The man joins me soon after on the ground. As I watch him fall I see how youthful his face looks. Probably no older than eighteen and too nervous to enter the house. Yet trying to make a last stand he fired upon us.
It's silent once again. I have come to detest the silence. Luckily I don't have to wait long before I hear a whisper of my name. Not Chimera but my name. Something warm is enveloping my shoulders. I reach for the side of my neck and pull my hand away to see crimson. Frantic steps followed by equally frantic hands overload my senses. Then comes the pain. Rather than a nice burn from the sun, it feels like agony. Scorching heat overtaking my neck causing me to cry out again. Tears unwillingly slide down my cheek and pool with the blood. My ear is ringing but all I can focus on is the sky to try and ignore the pain. At least the sky is a pretty view. A vast expanse of blue with spots of white. How I wish it was the blue of the ocean.
Then I hear the yelling. I dart my eyes to the noise and it's Ghost. He's yelling at whoever is on the other side of the radio. The yelling sounding like growls and gnashing teeth to my ears. His accent is thick and the volume hes at would put a fighter jet to shame.
Fear. I realize that it's fear making its way into his tone. I try to speak but it comes out as a jarbled mess. His eyes cut to mine. All I can read in his eyes is please don't leave me. His eyes are wide and frantic and I place my hand over his. I hope he can see what I am trying to convey.
Are you hurt? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I should've looked behind us. Please don't blame yourself for this. It's going to be okay. I won't leave you. We have so much more to do together.
He squeezes harder on the offending injury before reaching for something to wrap it. Tying it tighter he speaks at a much lower tone now but his words have more bite than usual. I feel bad for the poor soul on the receiving end.
From my position on the ground I can feel something very big heading our way. If I had to guess it is dead man's reinforcements. Ghost snaps his head up and he must come to the same realization as I do. He looks back down at me and I try to sit up. I can hear the rumbling now but dark spots are invading my vision.
My name is said again as I try to find my balance. I grab his arm and notice the stim dart in his hand. I nod once before it is slammed into my thigh. The rush of adrenaline and morphine makes me breathe out a sigh before he slips his arm under me and we're off. The trees look like a blur of green. The wind is behind us as if encouraging us to run faster, run harder, and make it to the helo. I am not running so much as I am being dragged running through these woods. It would make me crack a grin if our lives weren't in jeopardy. I hear yelling behind us muffled by the wind. When Ghost deems we have made it far enough he pulls us behind a tree and leans me against it. Our breaths mingle with the sound of the trees. Our pounding hearts creating a cacophony of sounds making it hard for me to hear anything.
"Look at me." He gently takes my jaw and moves my neck. He must not like what he sees because his eyes no longer resemble the beautiful beach. They are an unrelenting storm cast by Poseidon himself. I lose myself in his gaze and don't realize my own eyes are starting to close. I would be so lucky for him to be my final sight in my last moments upon this Earth. He picks me up and we start running again. I place a hand against my throat and squeeze in order to deter any more blood loss.
"Keep your bloody eyes open. I didn't give you permission to die." His words are laced with worry. The fear sits heavy in his throat threatening to cut off his breathing. I want to reassure him. I want to calm him. I am so sorry.
The colors start to blend together so I turn my gaze to the side of his face. Even with the mask I can see the worry lines. I can see the downturn of his lips. I can see his furrowed eyebrows. It is as if I can hear his thoughts going a mile a minute and yet I am unable to understand any of it. Then his voice cuts through the air to me.
"You made a promise, remember." His eyes never strayed from in front of him. "Don't you dare go back on that promise now." His voice cracks at the end of the sentence. Like he doesn't even want to speak it into existence. "Please." Oh. Never thought I'd hear that word come from him. This thought is almost enough to make me laugh.
He says my name before pleading with me again. Squeezing me tighter as if to share his heartbeat. How I love to hear him speak but I wish it wasn't to beg me to stay with him. How I wish it was anything else.
I am so sorry my love. My sweet Simon. I might have to go back on my word this one time. Please forgive me. I hope in our next life I am able to meet you again. I hope we can grow old together. I'm sorry that I have to leave you behind. I'll be waiting for you.
My vision fades out and all I can feel is his heart beat against my side before there is nothing.
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squigglebottom · 7 months
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Blood Of My Blood
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18+ Minors don’t you dare!!!
Word Count: 2751
Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Female Character
Warnings: Explicit, Mention Of Throuple, MMF, Dépression, PTSD, Death, Trauma, Refusing To Eat, Swearing.
Synopsis:
It's been a week after the events of the great earthquake in Hawkins and the night Eddie died. Steve has moved Layla into his house after Eddie's trailer was split in half. She had been held up in Steve's room the whole time, she doesn't eat, sleeps most of the day, and won't talk to anyone or leave. Steve lays next to her every night to watch over her. Nothing seems to change till one night, Layla hears a voice coming from outside calling her name. She thinks perhaps it's hallucinations brought on by her grief. Steve doesn't believe her yet she insists she's hearing a voice. Who could be trying to contact Layla? A lost soul, someone from her past, a ghost? Or perhaps....all three?
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Prologue
"Eddie? What are you doing? Come on just grab the rope and let's go!" Layla begged her boyfriend as he stood in the Upside Down version of his trailer. Eddie had a look on contemplation, as if he was about to do something brave and very stupid. Layla and Eddie had been dating for four years, spent almost every moment together, jammed out for hours, and had a such a close bond they knew each other better than themselves. Layla could tell by Eddie's expression that he was going to do something she'd never forgive him for.
"Wait Eddie...what are you doing? Those bats are locked in your room but not for long you need to hurry up let's go!" Eddie looked up at Dustin and Layla as he grabbed his makeshift spear and started cutting the sheet made rope.
"Dustin...I'm sorry...but I need to bide more time. Watch out for my girl. Layla-baby I love you so much but I have to do this. Im not running away anymore. Please don't hate me."
The rope hit the ground on both sides, Eddie moved the mattress, grabbed this weapons and ran out of the trailer.
"Nooo!! Eddie!! What the hell? COME BACK!!" screamed Dustin with Layla overlapping him with "Eddie you fucking asshole!! Get back here now!!"
Eddie got on his bike and drove off as fast as he could before running over debris and fell off. He turned around to face the hoard of Demobats coming towards him. They swarmed him as he got his shield and spear ready to take them on. His futile attempts to handle the flying demons proved to be too much as he fell to the ground and was being eaten alive. His screams could be heard throughout the Upside Down. Eddie began to think all was lost until he saw Dustin and Layla swinging with all their might to get the bats away from him. After the Demobats were brought down, Layla and Dustin ran to Eddie's side. He was bleeding all over his torso where the bats had sank their teeth into him.
"Oh fuck no no no fuck fuck Eddie!! Eddie look at me!! Eddie I'm here! Baby look at me!!" Layla sobbing through her screams as she cradled Eddie in her arms.
"We need to wrap him up to stop the bleeding!"
"There's nothing here Layla! We don't have-any-oh damn."
"What about the sheets in the trailer? Help me drag him-come on Dustin let's go!"
"How am I going to drag him? I'm half his size and I fucked up my ankle!"
"Fine I'll do it! I'm not leaving him here to bleed out!"
"Lays....stop...stop..." said Eddie weakened by his injuries. He was starting to become dizzy and his vision blurry. "You need...to stop...Princess. It won't...work."
"Eddie your going to be fine I'm not leaving you here I'm not living without you....FUCK!" Layla's denial of the situation was starting to fade away. She knew Eddie was dying and there was nothing she could do. She collapsed onto Eddie's chest with her head nuzzled in his neck and arm draped around his mutilated flesh.
"You gotta take care of the kids now Dustin. You better do what I say. I love you, man "
" I love you too man. I will...I swear I will."
"Lays....my life didn't begin until I met you. I know that's corny as shit but it's fucking true. Your the greatest woman I've ever known. I'm sorry I fucked this up. I fucked up so much...school...your parents...my life...I should've just listened to you and not been such a loser."
"Shut up....your not a loser...your the only thing that has ever mattered to me. Please don't leave me. I won't be able to handle...it...oh please...fuck...I love you so much!"
Layla lifted herself up and kissed Eddie until he was no longer kissing her back. Her and Dustin laid there crying for what felt like hours. They didn't leave until Robin, Steve, and Nancy came back from the Creel house. Layla was now in catatonic shock as Steve lifted and carried her tightly as they walked back to the trailer to leave the Upside Down.
Chapter One
I have lost the will to live,
Simply nothing more to give,
There is nothing more for me,
Need the end to set me free.
"Fade To Black" - Metallica
It had been a week since the split in the Earth had devastated Hawkins. Many residents packed their things while others stayed behind. Max was at the hospital currently in a coma after Vecna's attempt on her life. The gang went to the high school gymnasium to volunteer with organising belongings and making food for the families whose homes were destroyed.
Everyone was there except one member of the group-Layla. After what happened to Eddie, Layla had been held up in Steve's house after the trailer was split in two and she nor Wayne could stay there anymore. Not that they'd want to. Wayne packed all the belongings he could and pretty much gave Layla free range to take whatever she wanted from Eddie's room-what was left of it. Steve volunteered to go over for her considering her current state. She'd barely said two words since it happened, slept most of the day, and refused to eat.
Steve was the obvious choice to go pack up Eddie's things since for the past 3 1/2 months he, Eddie, and Layla started having a casual relationship. What went from a one night fling turned into actual dating, though no one knew besides the "adults" of the group-Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin. They figured the kids wouldn't understand and be confused. While Eddie and Steve did become close, Steve's crush on Layla became much more serious. He was falling in love with her. Now that Eddie was gone, Steve felt a moral obligation to take care of her.
Even when the gang was at the gym, someone was always back with Layla to watch her, today was her mother. She insisted that Layla come back home but Steve explained how the three of them discussed moving into his place anyways since he had this huge house and no one in it with his parents gone. Eddie and Layla had been planning for a couple years on getting their own place so "poor Wayne could have his room back" Layla often said. Steve already picked out their room and helped Layla move her stuff out of her parents house. Steve even stripped off his bedroom wallpaper after Layla replied while the three of them laid in his bed " You know...I don't want to sound like a bitch...but I really hate this wallpaper Steve. It's like your sleeping in some plaid filled nightmare." They all laughed since, yeah, she was right. He got on it the next day even though he suspected that she wasn't being serious...but that's Steve....he'd do anything for Layla.
The gang came back to Steve's place around dinner to relax, eat, and watch movies. Anything to keep their minds distracted from what had happened...and what they inevitably were going to face. Steve excused himself to his room to relieve Layla's mother. He knocked softly on the door.
"Hey Mrs. Riley! Just wanted to let you know we are back. We are ordering pizza if you want to stay around?"
"Thank you Steve but I really need to get home to my husband. He's been waiting all day."
"Ok that's fine. How'd she do today?"
"No real change. I managed to feed her some soup but that was all she had. I tried reading to her and she slept most of the day. She won't...sorry...umm...she barely talked to me." Tears began to stream down Mrs. Riley's cheek. " I'd talk to her, tell her I loved her and that we'd get her through this. But nothing....nothing is working Steve. I'm her mother and I can't snap her out of this. There is nothing more heartbreaking than watching your child fall apart and...give up."
Steve hugged her so tightly and she broke down while still trying to be as quiet as possible so Layla wouldn't hear her.
"We will get her through this. All is not lost. I promise I will do everything in my power to help Layla. She's one of my best friends. Im not going to let this bury her."
They hugged one last time and said their goodbyes.
Steve was closing the front door when Robin came up behind him.
"Hey has she eaten at all today?"
"Her Mom just said some soup but nothing else."
"Ok let me make her a PB&J and see if there's crackers and water. She needs to get something else in her stomach and fluids."
Steve carried a tray up to his room to where Layla still was. He opened the door to see her looking right at him.
"Hey baby. I got some stuff for you!"
Layla sighed loudly and rolled over to face away from Steve.
"Lays, you need to eat something. It's been a week.."
"Why?"
"Why what? Huh?"
"Why do I need to eat anything. What's the point? My Mom was bugging me all day to eat, I really hope your not gonna give me shit too."
Steve slammed the tray down on his desk and turned towards her.
"Ok honestly, I'm done being nice. I've had around the clock watch on you to make sure your taken care of and don't do anything stupid....we have done everything we can to help you..."
"Well I never asked for your fucking help Steve! Your not responsible for me, I'm a grown woman and I can take care of myself! What you think because we fucked a couple of times you think I'm some helpless girl and you have to take care of me?"
Steve sat on the bed next to Layla, responding quietly yet stern.
"You know damn well that wasn't fucking. What the three of us had....that was...so real...so special."
"Oh for fucks sake..."
"No don't give me that shit! I felt it, you felt it, and I know Ed-"
"Don't you say his name!" Layla screamed slapping Steve on the face. "You may have been with us for a couple months...but Eddie and I were together for 4 years...that's longer than any relationship the great King Steve has ever even dreamed of. For a long time, it was just us. You aren't worthy of saying his name."
Steve jumped up off the bed, grabbed Layla's glass of water, and slammed it against the bedroom wall.
"Holy shit Steve! What was that?"
"I don't want to be the insensitive prick but you need to hear this. Yes...I know your boyfriend is dead. Yes...I know your in pain...but that's the fucking facts ok Lays?? Eddie is dead!! He's not coming back!! You need to move on! Maybe you should stop feeling so guilty about something you can't fix...your not the only one who lost something special that day. Eddie meant a lot to us. He meant a lot...to me. He showed me a side of myself that I never thought existed."
Steve sat back down on the bed and placed his hand on Layla's cheek, wiping off the tear that was streaming down. They put their foreheads together as Layla started to punch Steve's chest. One fist after the other at first before slowly gaining momentum until he began hugging her so tightly. Layla broke down with her head on Steve's shoulder. Sobbing, wailing, and choking from the huge lump in her throat.
"It's ok baby...I'm sorry I yelled at you." Steve said as he kissed her forehead.
"No...I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. The last few months have been amazing. I'm just in so much pain....I'm so angry...I'm so numb. I honestly don't know how I'm going move on from this. Ed-Eddie was my entire world. It used to scare me so much because I didn't like the idea of someone being so important to me that I couldn't imagine my life without them. I kept thinking....what if he breaks up with me? What if he meets someone else? What if he was in an accident? No one should have that much control over your life."
Layla paused and grabbed Steve's hand.
"Early in our relationship....I started to pull away...not hang out as much...not call him everyday. He was a smart little bastard though...he knew damn well what I was doing. He told me I was crazy and stupid for not owning up to my feelings. I'd do these mantras in my head... 'Oh he's not that great...he's such a slacker...you can do better than some drug dealing freak who can't even finish high school.' Then he'd come over to my house to give me the business as to why I was ignoring him...I tell yah...the second I heard that beat piece of  shit van of his... I'd get so excited you'd think I was a kid hearing Santa's sleigh bells. Then he'd greet me with that shit eating grin of his...and it was over. All that crap I was trying to convince myself of was total bullshit. No one made me melt like Eddie fuckin' Munson."
Layla smirked and shook her head. The waves of memories came rushing in and she couldn't help but smile. She laid on her back then grabbed Steve by his shirt and pulled him down beside her.
"Yah, I'll admit that smile did a number on me too. He may have been a freak but that dude was...seriously good looking." They laughed and Layla agreed. It was nice to hear her laugh...Steve hadn't heard it for over a week. He just wanted her to be happy again but knew it was going to be a long time for that to happen.
After an hour or so of talking and reminiscing, Steve and Layla started to fall asleep. He held her close...the truth was...he didn't want to let her go...ever. Losing Eddie-the only man he ever had feelings for-was harder than he thought it would be. He liked their "throuple" relationship. It was exciting, taboo, and new. Everyday was a surprise. Steve was going to do everything he could to keep Layla safe. He'd lost Nancy...Eddie...he was not losing another lover.
They slept peacefully till the middle of the night when Layla woke up to a voice. It was calling her name. She sat up looking around wondering if it was real or perhaps she was still dreaming. Slowly crawling out of bed as to not wake Steve, she crept down the stairs and wondered if one of the kids was still up. It seemed unlikely since it was 3:00 am.
"Layla.."
She jumped and quickly turned around. It sounded like it was coming from outside. Opening the door, she peaked out looking around. She knew she was awake as she felt the cold morning air hit her skin.
"Layla!"
"Oh fuck! Don't do that Steve!"
"I'm sorry! I just realised you were gone and found you down here...what are you doing? I mean I'm glad your out of bed but babe it's the middle of the night and your going to freeze!"
Steve closed and locked the door and proceeded to walk upstairs with Layla.
"I heard a voice..."
"A voice? Who's voice?"
"I don't know. I thought maybe I was dreaming but I came downstairs and I heard it again. I thought someone was outside."
"Ok...so you hear a mysterious stranger calling your name outside at 3:00 am and your first instinct was to open the door? Lays, I know you've seen countless horror movies and that's the last thing you should do."
She rolled her eyes and agreed it was stupid. They laid in bed again yet Layla couldn't understand what was going on. She wasn't crazy. She knew she heard her name. Shaking the thought out of her head for now, she closed her eyes.
"I'll worry about it tomorrow." she thought. Yes, tomorrow...another day facing the reality that Eddie was still not there.
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pokemonruby · 5 months
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nintendo randomly dropping that a zelda movie has been in development for years smack dab in the middle of a tuesday afternoon was definitely not on my bingo chart holy shit
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simp4ghostie · 4 months
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Ghost ~ Oneshot
MDNI 18+
Fem reader y/n x Ghost
Feel free to leave suggestions!
The lieutenant and you had always gotten along well. During missions the two of you seemed almost in sync. Your ability to become an unstoppable duo made you have quite the dynamic. Ghost recently suggested you come to his room in the barracks, the sexual tension was killing them. Fearing backlash or the possibility it was a setup somehow, you declined.
After a long mission you’re both headed back to the barracks, chatting as the two of you walk side by side.
“y/n I have a gift for you, I just need to grab it from my room” He states rather monotone, however his accent makes every syllable like liquid gold.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to go into your quarters Lieutenant?” Her voice soft beside him.
“I’m the boss, I say it is so it is” He grumbles.
“Yes sir” She follows him to his door and walks in behind him. His quarters are quite simple to her very decorated room.
He locks the door behind him and stands there staring at her back. The curve of her body. Ghost was going to have her.
“The box on the kitchen counters for you” He says nodding in the direction of a plain black box.
Your eyes trail over to the box and you walk over to it, lifting the lid off. What you see is something you would have never guessed your lieutenant of all people would gift this to you.
You reach in and pull out a decently sized Pink vibrator. “Sir… wha-“
Ghost stalks up to you and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.
“Cut the shit y/n. We’ve both made our wants very clear. And since you won’t let me fuck you, I got you this” he says grabbing the toy from your hand,”So you can fuck yourself while I watch”
“Simon… we shouldn’t, what if someone catches us?”
“There’s nothing in the rules saying we can’t” He says his gloved hand stroking your hair, “Want me to show you how it works?”
y/n looks up at him and nods her consent.
He puts a hand on her chest pushing her backwards against the wall. Slowly trailing his hand down to her pants popping the button open and pulling them down and off.
“Bloody hell” he groans when he sees your lacy black panties. Hooking his finger in the hem and pulling them off as well. Exposing your pussy, he turns the toy on. It starts to vibrate and he places it on your clit.
“aah fuck!” you cry out as the sensitive bud is being overstimulated.
“So responsive, your cunts already dripping” He practically growls. You feel the cool texture of the fake cock at your entrance. It slides through your slick folds quickly.
“oh my god” y/n cry’s out and moans as she feels him turn the vibration up more, the part on the outside touching her clit driving her mad.
He pushes another button and it starts to thrust inside of her slowly.
Moans and whimpers escape your lips, as he lets the toy fuck you.
A sudden knock at the door beside you makes your eyes bulge.
“Stay quiet” Ghost instructs. He cracks the door.
Panic fills you hoping they can’t see you.
“Hey Johnny” Ghost says calmly.
“Hey Ghost! I was looking for y/n, have you seen her? I was supposed to drop off some files for her but she never answered her door” you hear Soap say.
Suddenly Ghost hits a button to make the vibrations even stronger. Your chest heaves and you clamp your hand over your mouth to silence your moans.
You were so close to coming, the feeling building up and making you overly sensitive.
“Nope I haven’t. Maybe she’s in the showers, or training room” Ghost says casually.
“Alright I’ll check the training room, if she’s not there I’ll wait till tomorrow. By the way I think your phones going off I hear it vibrating” Soap says.
“Yeah I hear that too, Thanks Johnny. Good luck” Ghost says to him with a wave. Shutting the door and locking it once again.
“I need you to be a good girl and follow orders. Is that clear love?” His deep voice demands.
“Yes sir” y/n replies.
“My bed, naked. Now.” He says and pulls the toy out of you. It’s dripping with your wetness.
“Fuck that’s delicious” he moans and brings the toy to his mouth pulling his mask up to expose his lips, licking it and groaning. You notice the tent in his pants, and promptly go to his room. Quickly you toss off your shirt freeing your tits and lay on the bed.
Simon enters the room with a chair in his hand and sets it at the foot of the bed. He sits down and his eyes meet yours and then trails over your naked body.
“You are more perfect then I imagined…I want you to use this on yourself” He tosses you the toy. You take it and lay back on his pillows.
You watch as he unzips his pants and frees his cock. You practically drool at the sight of it, it’s about 8 inches long and girthy with veins. He fists it with his gloved hand stroking slowly as he watches you tease your pussy.
The toy stretches your pussy making you moan in pleasure.
“Fuck… Simon” you moan as you watch him stroke his cock.
“That’s it doll…. Keep going” he pants breathlessly.
The pressure builds in your lower belly, as you work yourself.
“Ghost please” she begs staring at his cock mesmerized,” I need you”
“What do you need Love? Tell me. Use your words.
“I need you inside me” she whines and arches her back.
Ghost gets off the chair and gets on the bed standing on his knees. He grabs your ankles and drags you to him. Quickly grabbing the toy and throwing it somewhere, it doesn’t matter he doesn’t need it anymore.
“I only got a taste earlier, I need to fucking feast” he growls out and puts his mouth on your pussy. Licking and sucking on you. Nipping your clit with his teeth.
“Oh fuck, oh my god Simon don’t stop” y/n cry’s out tears at the corner of her eyes from the overwhelming feeling.
His mouth moves intently on you, drinking down your wetness like he’s dying and it’s the only thing that can save him.
You cry out as you come, feeling Simon growl against your pussy. Making your sensitive puffy flesh pulse.
When he lifts his head he looks at you completely feral. His eyes heavy with desire, the skull mask making your stomach get butterflies. Watching him crawl up your body and position his cock at your entrance, rubbing the head against your pussy. Spreading your sloppy pussy juices over himself.
“You ready for this y/n?”
“Yes sir” she says with a smirk.
In one flush moment he shoves his cock all the way inside of your hungry pussy.
“Aw fuck!” You cry out at the sudden intrusion.
You’ve never felt so full in your life. He leans down breathing heavy by your ear.
“You feel like fucking heaven love” he groans against your ear.
Slowly he begins pumping into you, stretching you comfortably. Without warning he picks the pace up, pounding into you. The obnoxious noise of bodies slapping and wetness filling the room. Along with your cries of pleasure and Ghosts loud groans.
“Simon… I’m close”
“Me too y/n” he starts pounding harder and you arch your back, pressing your tits into his chest with a cry as you release.
Suddenly he groans and you feel a flood of warmth inside your pussy, and the throbbing of his cock pulsing. Filling you up with his cum.
“Dear god..” he says and slowly pulls out of you. He watches as the mixture of your cum leaks out of your pussy.
You smile at him as you say,” thank you Lieutenant”
His eyes meet yours and raises an eyebrow.
“For what y/n?”
“For the gift” you say with a smirk.
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dani3aby · 5 months
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new story teaser?
“Captain, I’ve got something for you.”
“Well, that’s never good coming from you.”
Kate Laswell smirks to herself on the other end of the phone, knowing that Price’s words were spot on. She sighs, opening a manilla folder file on her desk and shifting through its papers. 
“New mission for the 141.”
Price huffs. “Fantastic.”
The Captain places the phone on the table, pressing the speaker button so that each soldier present in the room can hear the debrief Laswell was about to give. Sergeants Soap and Gaz lean forward in their seats while Lieutenant Ghost steps closer to the table, his arms stoically crossed. “Lay it on us.” Price sighs. 
Laswell looks over the papers on her desk. “The last two months, we’ve gotten reports of some sporadic murders. Normally, this isn’t something the FBI would be concerned with. Leave it up to the state police.”
Price nods. “Right.”
“Well, the victims happen to be some important people. Two senators from the US, one politician from Germany, another from the UK, and seven government officials from Russia. It's threatening national security. We have no idea who is killing these guys or why they are doing it. Shepard is on my ass about this. I need you guys to find this guy and bring him in. Preferably alive for interrogation. I've got a lead; I’ll send it over to you.” Laswell finishes, starting to type away on her computer.
“How d’you know it’s only one guy commitin’ these murders?” Ghost speaks up.
“He leaves a…calling card, of sorts. Pink ribbon, tied to the victims. It’s a bit…” Laswell trails off.
“Odd?” Soap finishes. Price glances at his brothers-in-arms, his gaze lingering on Ghost for a moment, almost as if silently asking his opinion on the matter. Ghost only gives the Captain a blank look. The phone on the table dings, and Price picks it up to see the information on the lead Laswell sent. “All right, we’ll get it done.” Price says, standing from his chair.
“I’ll be in touch. Play this smart, Captain. This guy is dangerous. He escaped three different capture attempts. He knows what he’s doing.” Laswell warns through the phone. 
Price grins, glancing at the men in front of him.
“Well, so do we.”
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is this something people would be interested in? ive had this idea in my head for a HOT minute and i would loveeeee to write it all out. it will probably be a long story, lots of parts and plots cause im just silly goofy like that but trust me, the idea is SO GOOD (like actually). imagine if you mixed COD with Marvel's Black Widow storyline......BIG HINT BUT-
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hoodiecatdraws · 7 months
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Dipsy doo dunkeroo its awesome baby
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sgt-scottymoreau · 4 months
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What happens in Siberia, stays in Siberia - Part 1
Summary: After months of secretly feelings, things lead that another and some of these feeligs comes out in a rather messy way. But honestly nothing is ever easy.
Warning: None
Words: 3.9 // AO3 // Part 2 // Masterlist
A/N: So I posted a poll on my main to know which fic should be next, this one won. However, from my three options, this was also the one that I wanted to rework a little (actually second time I do lol) I'm not quite done yet, but this fic is already getting as big as it is, so it will be in two (maybe three? I mean so far I have over 12k words!) part. I suppose as a heads up I could say that part 2 will have some spicy to it, if you catch my drift. What did you think I mean when I say everything will be messy?! lol
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Although it was known that the 141 was considered an international task force, it was odd for some to see someone from another country roaming around the base. Especially that it had been give or take five months since Scotty joined. It’s true that she did stand out while wearing her work uniform, she was always proud to wear her colors and everyone was aware of her background. Words spread fast. So did the rumors as to why she would remain here. Especially among new recruits who might not have all the latest updates. But whatever the others were thinking, Scotty didn’t mind much. Because whatever the others could say or think, she actually enjoyed the team. It was a change to have something stable after some many issues. No one ever bothered her about it. Some curious characters here and there did ask or engage in a conversation to either put a clear view on whatever rumor they heard. Meanwhile, others could be bold and unafraid. Just like today.
The five of them were sitting at the table, enjoying some well deserved rest and meal with a lighthearted conversation. Mostly the three sergeants engaged in it, talking about everything and nothing. Or about the old days before the task force. Ghost was listening in silence, it was entertaining, but he didn’t find the need to add more, and Price simply enjoyed the calm. Especially since he was waiting to meet Laswell soon for some important briefing. ‘’So there’s that one time I tell my teammates that if the amount of cocaine found was one tonne, I would jump in the water.’’ Scotty said.
‘’Sounds like you did.’’ Soap laughed, taking another bite of his meal.
‘’I, in fact, did not. I think it was De Keyser who said it wouldn't be more than 700 kg. According to our intel, it was a small drug bust. If he lost he was the one to jump. So here we are counting, not even close to 500 kg, I start to worry. But then, one of the port security found another container. Low and behold, 856 kg in total! According to De Keyser, the water was freezing cold that day. It was funnier to fish him out.’’
‘’Poor man ran out of luck that day.’’ Gaz laughed. He could imagine how her colleague must have felt to lose by not much. Lost in their shenanigans, none of them saw the recruit approaching their table. When the young one was in range they looked at him, curious about what he had to say. Even more when they noticed the other recruits in the back pointing at him and whispering at each other. Obviously, it was dare or something along those lines.  
‘’How can we help you?’’ Soap asked, offering his kindest smile.
‘’Hmm, not you. Her.’’ Oh even if it was a dare, he had a certain arrogance in his tone. That was promising. Scotty raised an eyebrow, putting down her fork and giving her full attention to the newcomer. ‘’You're not exactly from here, so why stay with them? What’s your job? Task Force’s bitch?’’ Boy had a lucky star watching over him, because everyone at the table stopped what they were doing to stare at him. Everyone shifted on their seats. Price put down his paper ready to reply something to the young one disrespecting his superior but Scotty was faster. She kept a calm tone and serene face.
‘’Oh I fucking wish!’’ This reply took everyone by surprise, even the rookie who suddenly didn’t know what to say. ‘’That’d be the dream! No more brushing with death, no reports to fill after mission, no exhausting training to stay in shape, fixed work hours and weekend free perhaps.’’
Price let his head fall on his hands with a disappointed sigh. Ghost who had been ever so silently following had not changed his expression but behind the mask wasn’t holding a smile. On the other hand, Gaz and Soap were almost rolling under the table. She said this with such seriousness and calmness, it was almost unbelievable. Her face had and was still impassible, the most serious she could be. ‘’Would that be all or should I also told you how I would satisfy every single of these men?’’ Scotty added leaning on the table to be closer to the rookie.
Gaz and Soap were on the verge of crying at this point, after Price groaned loudly in emotional pain. There were some things he didn’t need to hear, even as a joke. The recruit's face went red so fast, it was a miracle he was still standing on his feet and had not passed out from embarrassment. He tried to mumble some sort of excuse now that his smugness was all gone. He quickly ran back to his friends who had heard some of the conversation and were also laughing. She waved at them, resisting the urge to flip them off. It took Soap and Gaz another minute to finally be able to breathe again. Price watched his watch; what a relief. 
‘’I have to meet with Laswell.’’ He said getting up. ‘’I hope you will behave while I’m gone.’’ He had a smile on his face. Even if he couldn’t believe what just happened, it was better to see his team able to bond like this than be at each other's throats. 
Hadn’t finished their meal yet, they all remained in the mess hall. Still joking about what was going on. ‘’So that be the dream, aye?’’ Soap brought this statement back.
‘’Anything that allows me to stay alive another day and have fun. Sure.’’ She laughed. ‘’Isn’t like the 141 was made of bad looking guys.’’ It wasn’t far from the truth. Which was a bold statement to say when everyone concerned could hear. The only thing that made her a little awkward was that she was saying this next to Ghost. While she was maybe teasing the other two, Ghost was another story. Even if she hadn’t seen his face yet, the mystery of the man had some effects on her. That and his damn voice. And how large he was. And… she could go one for a while. He had been cold at the beginning, but over time he did show that he did care for everyone equally. Scotty also learned to act a little more relaxed around him, instead of being tense and awkward, even if she had some feelings for him. It was hard to know if he would reciproque them and honestly she did not expect, so better live with this and just be herself than restrain herself. It was always easier to joke when Soap was around anyway.
‘’Glad to hear, I’m good looking.’’ Soap grinned. 
‘’Oh please, you would be the first one to ask for anything. Gaz? I don’t know, you look like the kind of respectable man who wouldn’t.’’
‘’You could be surprise.’’ He commented.
‘’Price? Too much respect for the Captain, that would be awkward.’’ She snorted. 
‘’What about Ghost?’’ Soap asked. Scotty turned slightly to look at the lieutenant who suddenly was very focused on the conversation. She felt she had been pushed in the spotlight. His gaze through his mask was stern. She wasn’t sure what to answer here. However all of it was casual banter, nothing that could hurt.
‘’You are a bunch of idiots right now.’’ He groaned before Scotty spoke up. 
‘’We all know the lieutenant doesn’t care about this kind of stuff.’’ She shrugged it off, getting a small laughter from the other two, but a cold glare from him. Few months back this would have scared her to death, now it was just a background thing. ‘’That’s why I keep my mind on only Soap would be using my service and honestly that would make him the second whore of the 141.’’ Gaz wheezed again at this remark. Soap was amusedly offended. 
Ghost would have also smiled at the comment, it was a good comeback. However there was something different this time. He knew, deep inside he knew so bad she was just joking. It was how she was; laidback, cracking jokes around less dark than his but everyone had their way to light up the mood. He learned that over the time they had missions together. She had changed a lot since she joined. He remembered how she was so tense around him that one time they had to lay low at her family. Nowadays, it was great to see her more relaxed. But that was beside the point. The point was that as much as he liked her being like that, something was in this moment, in this specific way of being so casual with Soap that… annoyed him? Ghost couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the feeling was. He never felt that before. She had joked like this before, this wasn’t the first time. If he was good with little army humor that mostly consisted of dark humor, Scotty was a pro at innuendos jokes. She had no filter sometimes and he appreciated her directness. He had no right to feel so… angry at her for doing so? 
No he wasn’t angry at her. Nor Soap or Gaz to follow up in shenanigans. It wasn’t annoyance either. But he knew it came from how close the two looked at the moment. How they exchanged these ideas like… maybe there was something more behind the laugh. Right now, Ghost didn’t like how Soap was looking at her… It hit like a rocket to the face. It was jealousy! He was being jealous of his sergeant. But why? It wasn’t like… Her bursting in laughter at whatever had been said, sent a wave of warmth through him. It felt appeasing and nice. Come to think of it, it was not the first time this feeling was flaring up. Some days, even the most mundane conversation with her had the same effect. When she would be back from a high risk mission. Ghost watched her talking without paying attention to the conversation. Only to realize, she was actually trying to get his attention.
‘’Lieutenant, everything is alright?’’ Scotty asked. It was now that he finally noticed that the other two were gone. It was just her and him. ‘’You have been staring for a while now.’’
Had he? Seeing that it was indeed only them at the table, he sensed a small relief on his jealousy. That didn’t help how confused his head felt. It added more to it. ‘’Sorry, I was thinkin’.’’ He said hoping this would be enough for her to let go and not ask more questions. But her brown eyes didn’t look away, as she was about to question him. He made eye contact. It was this precise second, that he was once more hit so hard by the obviousness that he couldn’t believe it was that. But it was pointless right? He was too cold for her right? He was the opposite of her. She was far more like Soap, they would fit well… Jealousy came back at this thought. Yes it was this… He had feelings for her… ‘’Fucking hell, you are fool Simon.’’ Ghost thought to himself.
‘’Glad to see you are still here.’’ Price took him out of his thoughts. The lieutenant and sergeant gave their full attention to the captain.  He dropped a file on the table. ‘’I have an assignment for you two. Siberia.’’
They have been dropped a few klicks away from their target to ensure that now one would spot them. The night was cloudless allowing the moon to come through and light the way. It was still very cold, thanks to their winter gear, they were able to keep warmth in. Another positive point, the weather was clear at the moment, allowing them to make their way through the heavy snow more or less easily. It reached above their ankles at almost every step and they were traveling with light gear equipment. This was hell of a workout. Their mission was simple; infiltrate an old abandoned Russian facility. Intel showed that it wasn’t as desert as they thought and sight of convoy bringing in and out materials required a deeper investigation. It seemed to be chemical in origin. Arriving at their destination, they lay low on the snow. Scotty readjusted her hood to keep the wind from blowing her face. 
"Ghost, Scotty sitrep?" Price's voice came through their radio.
"We reached the target point, Captain." She replied.
"Roger, from now it will be radio silence till you get what we need. Contact me when all is over and I’ll give you the coordinates for evac. Good luck."
Ghost had already his sniper out and scouted the area. Scotty took out the binocular. The building didn’t look heavily guarded. Being in the middle of almost nowhere, there wasn’t much reason to waste assets on the outside. Still, two guards on the front entrance, four making rounds on the higher roof. Two more near a back door and finally three walking around the base of the building. This was a decent number, rather normal for this kind of facility, and nothing they couldn’t handle. 
“See anything good?” Ghost asked, always focusing with his snipe. 
“We have two options.” She replied, grabbing her infra light. She pointed to the bigger door. “We can either force ourselves by the front door by taking down the two guards.”
“Bold move, dangerous.”
“Or, here, by the east side of the building. There’s an exit, unguarded. Only one of the walking guards passes by once in a while.” Ghost followed the ray to see what she meant. This was a safer way in. 
“Good job, let’s move.” They put away their tools and advanced toward the building. The snow was softly crunching under their weight at each step. Their warm breath clashed with the cold Siberian air. Little clouds forming each time. Eventually, they crouched in the white, their tactical clothes allowing them to blend. Near the site, they took the first cover available to keep advancing. Two guards walked by laughing about something. Once clear, they quickly made their way to the exit door. Of course it was locked on the outside by a security system. Scotty took a small device and connected it to the keypads. There were so many possibilities but hopefully the combination will be found fast. 
Ghost kept watch. “How long?” He whispered.
“I don’t know, it could be in a minute or five. Anyone coming?” Her eyes never left the screen for a second.
“Negative.” They returned to silence. Ghost suddenly caught the noise of crunching snow. “Wait.. Fuck. Scotty tells me we have something, someone is coming!”
“We have three numbers out of five lieutenant… four. Come on, come on… Yes!” She disconnected the device quickly, opened the door and they quickly infiltrated in. The door closed behind him a little before the guard arrived. It was like no one was ever there. The warmth of the building was the first shock. A welcomed one. They carefully and steadily made their way inside the facility. The distance to their target destination was a long one. Although they were on the lookout for any chemical containers, which they actually saw a few as they advanced deeper in the building, their main target was the servers room. If they could extract more information over this whole operation, this would prove very useful. Somehow, Ghost and Scotty go on the lucky side, they barely encounter any security. If any, it was easy to avoid them. The last thing they needed was to leave or make a mess that would attract more trouble.
Crouching around the corner, Ghost looked over his shoulder. The servers were right there. Only two guards were standing there. Obviously, the value of what was in there was worth stationning personnel there. That was good and bad. "Got your knives?" He asked her. 
"Always." She smiled and took one out. "What's your plan?"
"Distraction. Hopefully they move. Once they are both more in the open, they go down." On this, he threw a piece of metal that was hanging there. The guards mumbled something and stepped forward of their station. Ghost counted down and on three, they threw their weapon. One last surprised cry came out of these men before falling to their death. The two operatives swiftly grabbed their bodies and dragged them in the room. From now on, they had to work fast. Anyone who would pass by might be alerted by the missing guards. To their surprise, the servers looked to be handmade. A bunch of recovered pieces, patched all together into something somehow working. Their enemies were quite resourceful. 
Scotty took place at one of the servers built in computer and plugged the drive. Ghost kept overwatch. "How long will it take?"
"I wish I could give you an answer but you never know with this kind of equipment." Scotty admitted. Without wasting more time she started typing. She first needed to get in the system, then will have to look around for the specific files. Hopefully it will be a piece of cake.
*****
Thirty minutes later and the only piece of cake was that no one had shown up. Ghost was running low in patience and so she was. "What do you want me to do!" Scotty raged between her teeth after he had voiced his annoyance at the stagnant work. 
"Anything that would make it go faster." He replied in the same tone. 
"No wonder you like to work alone…" She was racking her brain to find a solution. She had breached the system, but they had encrypted everything, so it was hell of a process to unlock all files. This would take longer than the time that had already passed. Unless… She grabbed her multitool. From what she guessed during her quick look around, this server was mostly made of random hard drivers all connected together. Half of them had been checked without anything interesting. Her last option was to simply remove the leftover drivers and take them home. Ghost watched her as she popped the drivers out of their slots, completely taken off guard. She took ten of them out and wrapped them in whatever she found, so at least the components would stay intact as much as possible. Then shoved the bounty in her backpack. 
Through the mask, Scotty could feel the wondering gaze. She simply shrugged it. He wanted fast and she gave him fast. He did like that in a sense. Now it was time to get out of this place and rendezvous with the exfil. Coast was clear. They stealthy made their way out of the room, making sure to not make a sound. They barely had turned the corner of the hallway, when shouting came from behind. "Here goes the smooth sailing." Scotty thought. The man shouted something that did not seem right for them. As if he was alerting the others. 
Ghost turned around with his gun and shot without hesitation. However the sound of it echoed throughout the area loudly. More reason to not stay here and see what happens next. The two soldiers ran down the stairs. Footsteps followed from behind, lots of them. They had to exit the building now, but how? It seemed like the building was swarmed by guards. They could retrace their steps to the emergency door they found earlier. That is if it was still unguarded. It would be surprising if by now the enemies had raised the alarm and all exits were compromised. Ghost took the lead in to figure out a way out. They covered some distance on the ground floor before they were forced back up when they saw many shadows stretching from the hallway in front and the steps from behind. They hid behind crates when they heard commotion coming their way. Crouched, they attempted an escape when one man noticed them and yelled something in russian. ‘‘Go! Go! Go!’’ Ghost ordered pushing her in front of him and he started shooting. 
Making their way who knew where, they found themselves cornered. Scotty looked around for anything where they could hide. ‘‘Lieutenant, there!’’ She shouted pointing out some old lockers.
‘‘Are you out of you mind there’s not way we fit in!’’ 
‘‘Well we have no choice!’’ She pushed him towards them. They had only a few seconds to spare. They quickly checked some lockers which all had something inside or were locked and when they finally found one to hide in, there was no more time to look at the others. They would have to cramp in there. They jumped in it and tried to close the door. If none of them moved, they could make it. They heard footsteps and voices on the other side. ‘‘They couldn’t have gone far! Find them!’’
They remained still. There was still some activity outside. ‘‘Let’s wait a few minutes then we get dash out of here.’’ Scotty whispered.
‘‘Roger that.’’ He replied, looking away. She was pressed so close against him, if it wasn't from the bulletproof vest, he dared to think… No! He had to focus on the mission. However it was hard to do with her squirming around to be comfortable and not get any numb limbs. Ghost was so large he took most of the space! ‘‘Can you stop moving!’’
‘‘Sorry it’s hard to find a comfortable position…’’ The voices had gone by now, but they agreed it would be safer to stay put a little longer in case someone was still scouting the surrounding area. She felt something against her leg. ‘‘Lieutenant, can you move your pistol?’’
‘‘That… is not my pistol.’’ He said between his teeth. Scotty was glad that there was barely any light in here, because her face turned red understanding what it was exactly. Time froze around them realizing the situation. Only brought back to reality by steps moving away along with shouting. Then silence returned. "Let's get out now." 
Clear or not clear, they didn't hesitate to exit the cramped space. Ghost contacted Price as soon as he could to know the rendezvous point. At this point they only wished to be out of there, safe. A wish shattered when the earpiece rang with bad news from the captain. "Ghost, Scotty, a big storm is heading your way. We won't be able to extract." 
"If we make it out alive, where to then?" Ghost replied, scanning the corner. He gestured to her to move forwards. 
"Gaz found an abandoned safe house five klicks away, North from your position, hidden in the beginning of the forest. Stay put till the storm passes. Over"
"Roger, will give a sitrep once we are there. Out." Some good news. They wouldn't be dying from cold at least. They could still die of bullets though. Avoiding as many enemies as possible they luckily made it back to their entrance. Ghost told Scotty to be ready with her gun. He will advance to take one down with his knife while she shoots the other. The two guards taken care off, he pushed the door and they ran outside. The two soldiers were met with a cold piercing wind. Snow was already falling heavily. The walk to the safe house would be a painful and exhausting journey.
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