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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female reader

(First time writing from a feminine perspective so don’t judge lol)

TW: Nsfw

Y/N had first met Simon, the infamous Ghost, on her first deployment as an official 141 member. Their relationship started out strictly professional, but as time went on their relationship snowballed into a romantic one. And as they say, the rest was history. A couple years later, Y/N was returning home from a mission. She got inside, put her keys on the kitchen counter and sat down on the sofa next to her husband, Simon. She rested her head on his chest and he placed his arm around her.

“How was your day darling?” He asked, in his usual gruff voice. “It was alright. Mission was a success.” Y/N replied, looking up at him sweetly. “Good to hear.” He said, looking back at her with a warm smile. She leaned up and planted a small kiss on his mouth, before resting on his chest again.

A few hours went by, they had dinner, done chores but mostly just watched TV together. As the sun set into the night, the mood between the two changed. It was late and the only light illuminating the room was the soft glow of the TV. In Y/N’s eyes, it outlined the shape of her husband perfectly. She got that familiar feeling in her stomach and looked at Simon with a look he knew all too well. She slowly straddled his hips and before she knew it… her top and bra were on the floor a few feet away.

His hot lips trailed from her mouth, to her jaw and down her neck. He sucked on her sweet spot, triggering beautiful moans from her lips. Before he trailed his lips down any further he made sure to give her a loving peck on the lips, and then kissing down the valley between her breasts. Y/N whispered an orchestra of Simon’s name between pants and moans and laced her fingers in his hair. Simon pulled away from her to look into her glazed-over eyes, she ran her gentle hands down his chiselled abs as the pair gazed lovingly into each others eyes before silently getting the same idea.

Y/N removed Simon’s trousers and underwear, running her soft fingertip up the underside of his quickly hardening cock before Simon gripped her hips, gently guiding her onto his fully hardened cock.

All that could be heard was the sound of Simon’s groans as Y/N rode his already hard cock. This was a regular thing for them, as any married couple would.

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Another side of you (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male Reader) - Part 3

Thanks so much for the likes on my last 2 parts! It is greatly appreciated :)

Word Count: 2020

TW: Injuries, blood, mental health issues

Y/N’s heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten before. His vision was blurred as he ran through the dense and snow covered forest. In his arms, he held Simon… who had suffered a deep bullet wound to the chest. Blood was pouring out of him, spilling into the snow and coating Y/N as he carried him. Y/N ran as bullets from the enemy wizzed past him at terrifying speeds. He knew he couldn’t stop, he knew he couldn’t afford to get hurt too. If he stopped for even a moment, Simon’s condition would get worse. Y/N could never let that happen… So he ran. Ran and ran and ran.

Y/N screamed into the radio over and over again, requesting immediate backup and medical assistance. However, due to how remote he and Simon were… no body could get there quick enough. “Fine… I’ll do it myself…” Y/N muttered to himself. He was growing weak, carrying a man the same weight as him while running through a forest covered in 3 feet of snow was taking its toll on his body. But he didn’t stop, in fact, when he looked down at Simon’s unconscious face… he speed up. He was driven by rage and a sense of extreme urgency, he was going to save Simon no matter what.

After hours of trekking through the thick wilderness, he reached a clearing where the evacuation helicopter was waiting. He picked up his speed even more, dodging bullets and hoisting Simon further up onto himself. He pretty much threw Simon down onto the stretcher when he boarded the helicopter and it began taking off. He sat on the floor of the helicopter, watching the medics work on Simon to try and save his life. Y/N tried his best to control his breathing, get himself under control… but the sight of Simon’s nearly lifeless body was too much.

A few hours later, Y/N sat in the hospital waiting room. Simon had been in surgery for hours now, and would continue to be for many more. Y/N didn’t really know how to feel. The odds of Simon surviving were slim, even if he did make it he might end up with permanent disabilities. Numb. Thats how he felt. Completely and utterly numb. Y/N wondered about what Simon was going to say to him, in the seconds before he got shot. He thought it might’ve been a confession, or maybe something else. If it was a confession after all however, Y/N would have been more than happy to confess right back.

Y/N was still in his bloodied and snowy military gear, when someone walked up to him and handed him a change of clothes. He looked up, only to see the somber face of Captain Price. “Hey… gotcha some clothes…” he said, sitting next to Y/N in the waiting room. “Thanks Price.” Y/N replies, his tone was sad and monotone. He stood up and headed the hospital bathroom.

He peeled himself out of his military gear, the blood from Simon had caused it to stick like glue to Y/N’s already frozen body. He had a quick shower, just stood under the water until the blood was gone from his torso and forearms. He got changed into the clothes Price had brought him, a simple pair of cargo trousers, a shirt and a thick jumper. He put it all on and as he went to leave, he caught his reflection in the mirror. His face had a very distinct blood splatter across it. One that happens when someone is shot. Not only was there blood all over his face, it was all down his neck and arms and… it was… spreading? Y/N started to panic, breath immediately turning frantic and all his senses heightened. He grabbed some tissues and when he turned back to himself in the mirror, all the blood had gone. Y/N calmed down, but he knew he was slipping.

He sat in the waiting room with Captain Price for many more hours. They arrived at midnight, and the sun was already on its way down again when Y/N received news that Simon would thankfully be okay. He practically sprinted down the corridor to Simon’s hospital room in the trauma centre, not bothering to wait for Price. When he saw Simon in the hospital bed, all hooked up with wires everywhere, ventilators, heartbeat monitors. He felt overwhelmed. Simon of course was in a coma, injury too damaging to stay awake. Y/N pulled up a chair and sat by his bed.

A week later, Y/N had visited Simon everyday. He sat by his bed, usually in silence but occasionally talking to him. He couldn’t bear not seeing him. The hospital room as relatively small, seeming even smaller due to the amount of machines keeping Simon alive. There was one small bathroom and opposite the entrance was a large window that took up most of the wall space. As 1 week turned into 2, then to 3 and then a month, less machines were needed for recovery and Y/N was able to sit on the hospital bed with Simon. He still visited everyday, staying until opening hours all the way to closing hours… never leaving Simon’s side.

One day when Y/N was visiting Simon, he had just got back from the gym. He had started going more often, to bring back some sense of normalcy into his life. Also in the back of his mind, it was to ensure if that if anything like this happened again he’d be able to carry someone faster. He was sat with Simon and felt himself growing tired. He rested his head on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. It wasn’t the first time he’d fallen asleep like this, but this time something… happened.

He felt a strong hand grip the back of his head and force his head up. He made eye contact with Simon, who was now awake. Simon’s eyes were wild and bloodshot, slight glazed over too. His face was contorted by pure rage and his face was covered in his own blood. “You should’ve ran faster.” Simon said, in the most terrifying and threatening voice Y/N had ever heard. Y/N pryed away from him, backpedaling in fear. Simon followed however, ripping out the wires and tubes he was hooked up to causing blood to rush from his arms. Y/N fell to the floor in fear of this uncanny man in front of him, he didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, Simon raised his fist as if he was going to punch Y/N. Y/N instinctively looked away, as to avoid the pain and the hit.

But… the hit never came. Y/N looked back at the hospital bed, only to see Simon hooked up to the machines and in the same position he was always in. Simon hadn’t moved, but Y/N had. He was cowering on the floor, believing he was about to be hit by the man he had feelings for. “What the fuck is happening to me…” Y/N whispered to himself. He stood up, walked back over to Simon and looked over every inch of him. He was trying to convince himself that what he saw did actually happen, but he knew deep down it did not. He was being driven insane. Driven insane by guilt, driven insane by the constant images of Simon being shot, driven insane by the never ending feeling that he was still running in those snowy woods. He left the hospital early that day, the first time in the month and half that Simon had been staying there.

Y/N drove straight to base. Walked straight to Captain Prices’ office. And told him what happened straight up. “Y/N what do you mean? The hospital would’ve called us immediately if he woke up.” Price said, still confused. “He didn’t wake up. I- I just.. I saw him moving in.. in my head!” Y/N answered, growing more frantic. “So you… hallucinated? You hallucinated Simon blaming you, son?” Price asked, his fatherly instincts really started to kick in after he saw how frantic Y/N had become. “I- Yeah! Yeah that’s what I saw..” As Y/N said this, he began to panic more. “Look, Simon won’t blame you. He doesn’t, blame you I mean. You saved his life Y/N! If anything, he will love you for that.” As these words left Price’s mouth, something new clicked in Y/N’s head. He began explaining to Price all his thoughts, all his feelings and how he felt about Simon. Price had an effect on people, he made them feel safe. Which is what he was doing now, making Y/N feel safe enough to share his thoughts.

Price and Y/N spoke for many hours into the night. It was mostly about Y/N’s feelings for Simon, which as a result of what happened managed to manifested itself into hallucinations. Y/N had such strong feelings for Simon, that he blamed himself for everything that took place that horrific day in the snowy forest… overlooking that beautiful view. Price helped Y/N realise that it wasn’t his fault. None of what happened, was ever his fault. He did his best to save Simon and he did. Simon is alive and breathing. Y/N did his job as a lover and as a friend immaculately. The night was a wild ride of emotions, but in the end it was good. After talking through his feelings with someone he trusted, Y/N felt better. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew he wasn’t 100% okay, but he knew that just one conversation was a step in the right direction to being better. It would take awhile, but it would all be worth it in the end.

Y/N continued to visit Simon in the hospital for the next month until he finally woke up. That day, when Y/N got the call… it may have been the happiest moment of his life. He drove there so fast that there might as well of been fire coming off of his tires. He sprinted down the corridor, turned into Simon’s room and saw him. He was sat up, eyes open and the second he saw Y/N, a smile appeared on his face.

“The nurse said you visited me everyday.” Simon said, in a playful teasing tone but his voice was definitely weak after waking up. “Everyday for 2 months and 17 days.” Y/N said as a smile of his own grew and sat on Simon’s bed right next to him. “You care that much huh?” Simon chuckled. “More than you know.” Y/N answered, chuckling as well. The nurses did a few more check ups on Simon, before leaving the room to give them some privacy. They spoke about random things for a while, such as how the other Task Force members were doing, how things were at base and others things like that. When suddenly, Simon spoke up after a pause.

“That day… right before I got shot… I was- I was gonna tell you something.” Simon said, nerves building in the pit of his stomach. “Yeah?” Y/N responded, secretly glad Simon had brought this topic back up. “You know me, I’m not- great, with the whole emotions thing.” Simon said with a small chuckle. “I just- I guess what I’m trying to say is… I like you, Y/N. Not just as friends, I mean I like you.” Simon’s nerves were now at an all time high, the heartbeat monitor giving that away immediately. He waited anxiously, but all worries suddenly melted away when he saw the blush on Y/N’s face. “I have had.. a lot of time to think about how I feel towards you while you were in the coma. I have come to realise… I like you too.”

At with those words alone, Simon weakly lifted an arm up to Y/N’s cheek and held his face. Y/N leaned down and gently pressed his lips on Simon’s. When they finally touched, it was like nothing else mattered. The feelings were indescribable, but one thing was for sure… they were both very, very happy.

(Little PSA from me: If you ever feel like you are struggling with your mental health do your best to reach out to someone you trust. If you feel like you don’t have that, remember there are always places online you can call, text or even email. I encourage anyone who is struggling to reach out. You are not alone and there is always someone who will listen. ❤️)

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Another side of you (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male Reader) - Part 2

TW: Injury

Word count: 1856

Y/N was doing his gym routine, when Captain Price approached him. He racked his weights, whipped the sweat off his forehead and turned to face his Captain. As soon as he made eye contact, he knew something was up.

“What’s up sir?” He asked, catching his breath back from half finishing his set. “I have got a mission for you, Y/N. Before you get mad, hear me out…” Price said as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. Y/N tilted his head slightly in confusion, but nodded for Price to elaborate. “You’ve been tasked with going on a duo mission with Simon. And before you say anything, this is nonnegotiable. Whether you like it or not, you two might just be the best duo in the 141.”

The old Y/N wouldn’t gritted his teeth at that, made up any excuse to not have to go. He would of vomited at the thought of having to spend time alone with Simon, the infamous Ghost was nothing but an inconvenience to him. Every single little detail about Simon made Y/N annoyed. Everything, even right down to that stupid skull mask.

However, this time… the idea of spending a mission with Simon didn’t seem like the utter hell it used to be. Somehow, in the year since they both confronted each other in Y/N’s room, they had become… friends? Their arguments were few and far between, they didn’t spar as much anymore and could have conversations that didn’t end up in screaming matches. Y/N realised that this mission would put their new friendship to the test, plus offer some time to get to know one another.

“Alright sound. Can I finish up my set before we have to leave?” Y/N says, his tone calm and even a small smile forming on his face. Price, who was stunned but pleasantly surprised at this reaction, gave him the go ahead to finish up before handing him a file. The file contained basic information about the mission, but a briefing would be held the next day to make sure he and Simon would be fully informed of everything to do with the mission. Y/N said his goodbyes to Price before continuing his set.

He was in the middle of benching some weights, when he heard the voice of someone he knew all to well behind him. “240? That’s impressive.” Simon said, strolling over to Y/N at his station. “Cheers.” Y/N replied, a small smile on his face. “You heard we gonna be on a mission together?” He added, wanting the conversation to continue. “Yeah, Price told me about it a few hours ago.” Simon replied, sounding as nonchalant about it as he could. “What and you didn’t throw a fit?” Y/N joked. Simon laughed and joined him as a spotter for the rest of his workout. They didn’t talk much, just keeping the subject on the workout.

The next day, Y/N got up early and quietly headed to the briefing room. It was early, so the sun had only just begun to set and barely anyone had woken up yet. He tried to make as little noise as possible. He was a few steps past Simon's room, when the door creaked open and out walked Simon. They made eye contact for a second and began walking together. It was mostly silent, since nerves and anticipation were building.

Simon had an odd feeling while he walked with Y/N. Sure, he was nervous as hell for the mission ahead but it wasn't just that. He looked at Y/N. He studied his features, his short brown hair, his tall muscular frame... his handsome face.. "Handsome?!" Simon suddenly realised where his thoughts had ended up. "Handsome?! Where did I get that from?!"

They reached the briefing room and entered alongside each other. The stood around a table as Captain Price explained the details of the mission. The gist of it was, the pair would have to spend a few days or so surveying an enemy base and find an appropriate time to enter the base undetected, extract some intel and then get the fuck out. Y/N took a deep breath, taking in the mission ahead. It wasn't what he expected to be honest, but he knew it was going to be difficult anyway. Price gave them a list of gear they'd need to be able to complete the mission, which included an all white 2 man tent. Y/N was questioning why it was white, but all Simon could think about was the fact he would have to share a tent with Y/N. Price explained that this mission took place in Russia, meaning snow, also meaning everything they'd be wearing would be white camo.

After getting into the necessary gear, being dropped off by a helicopter, hiking 13 miles through dense terrain... Y/N and Simon finally reached the spot they'd be camped out at for the next few days. It was on the edge of the snowy treeline, a few feet away from a steep cliff face. Even though the circumstances where unfortunate, the view (ignoring the Russian military base) was absolutely stunning. It was snow covered forest, tucked away and hidden in a valley that these 2 men would be camping on the edge of. The sun was setting, causing beautiful reflections off frost and ice. It truly was one of the most amazing things Y/N had ever seen.

"Eh. Not so bad, right Ghost?" Y/N said, standing on the edge of the cliff completely mesmerised by the view. Ghost joined him and chuckled softly. "Yeah, except the huge Russian base.". Y/N nudged him jokingly for ruining the mood and they both laughed. Before they lost the day entirely, they set up the small tent a bit further back in the treeline to avoid being spotted by the enemy. Since they had to avoid detection at all costs, that meant no lights. That meant that in the night, they'd be in complete darkness.

Soon, the sun set and Y/N and Ghost were plunged into darkness. Y/N was in full gear and was laying down in the snow with a pair of night vision binoculars. He was keeping watch on what came in and out of the base, noting down anything that is worth writing down. Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted when Ghost joined him in the snow. "Alright mate? Anything major happening?" he asked Y/N. "Well, I managed to figure out when the guards change shift. Once at 8, then at 12. I'm guessing from that they change every 4 hours." Y/N replied, still looking through the binoculars. After some more discussion about the observations, Ghost suddenly feels the need to ask something.

"Hey Y/N, I've been meaning to ask for awhile now... Do you have any idea why we literally hated each other for a year and a half?" He asked, soundly oddly nervous as if he was worried about the answer. Y/N looked at him, thought for a moment before laughing. "Honestly, I have no fucking clue.". Ghost looks at him and can't help but start laughing too. They spoke long into the night, all the way until 4am which is when the guards changed duties again. Proving Y/N's theory to be correct. Ghost congratulated him and patted him on the back. It was the first time they had touched each other that wasn't a punch or kick, and they both noticed the tension it created.

Shortly afterwards, they both decided it was time for bed. They climbed into the tent, sticking firmly to their sides of the tent. It was definitely awkward, but not as awkward as they had each imagined. It wasn't long before Y/N was asleep, but no matter what Ghost tried he could not sleep. For some reason, all he could think about was Y/N. He thought about how nice it was talking to him earlier, how nice it was just being around him now they were actually friends. He kept repeating that they 'were just friends' over and over in his head, but the more he thought about it he realised that he might have some other feelings for Y/N. He couldn't bring himself to accept it, but also couldn't stop thinking about him and eventually feel asleep knowing he was right there beside him.

In the morning, Ghost woke up to the sun shining through the tent. Despite the beautiful sun, it was absolutely Baltic outside. However, that was not Ghost's main focus. Y/N was gone. So was his gear. Ghost didn't even think before he practically ran out the tent, not bothering with his own gear or even his mask. When the sunlight hit his face, so did the cold but he didn't care. That's when he saw Y/N, sat by a tree with his cold mask on.

From Y/N's perspective, all he saw was Ghost stumbling out the tent with no gear and no infamous skull mask. Something about the way his face changed from panic to relief when he saw him made something change in Y/N. He looked at Ghost, his unkept blonde hair shining in the early morning sunlight, his pretty blue eyes and handsome scarred face. Y/N lowered his cold mask and moved his goggles on top of his head. He smiled. "Go put your gear on. You'll et hypothermia if you stay out here." Y/N said, his voice full of genuine concern but he couldn't stop his smile. Ghost did as he was told and immediately went to put his gear on. Y/N knew his own mind, he knew that he had somehow caught feelings for Simon.

The pair spent the day watching the base from the edge of the cliff, all personal feelings aside. It was hard, because each man knew how they felt about the other. Nevertheless, the mission comes first before anything else. The sun began to set, which is when Y/N suddenly heard something in the treeline behind them. It was just a deer, but it made him jump and he subconsciously grabbed Ghost's hand tightly. As soon as he realised what he'd done, he tried to pull away (mostly because he didn't want to make Ghost feel uncomfortable) but to his utter shock, Ghost didn't let him. They made eye contact and there was a moment of silence.

"Look I might as well say it now since I probably won't have the balls to say it to you ever again." Y/N was in a stunned silence as Ghost took a deep breath. "Y/N I-". He was cut off by a loud bang coming from the direction of the Russian base. It pierced Y/N's ears and he couldn't stop hearing a high pitched ring. Ghost's hand flung violently from his and all off a sudden... the snow around them had been stained red... and Ghost lay motionless in the middle of it.

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Pov: you finish a fanfic, cry for a bit, then move straight on to the next one

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Another side of you (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader) - Part 1

So this is the start of a maybe possible enemies to lovers multiple part series?? Also, Ghost won of a recent pole I did (201 votes) so thats why it's more Ghost - feel free to leave requests in the comments or dm me :)

Word count: 2292

Thank you for the likes on my last post <3

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TW: Injuries and blood

The 141 had just got back from yet another horrific mission. You'd think by now they would have seen just about everything, but you'd be wrong. It was meant to be a simple mission, at least thats what Captain Price said. Go in, get the intel, leave. Simple as. But realistically, does anything ever go completely according to plan with this lot?

They had been sent into a long term abandoned prison that had recently been taken over by the enemy. They were tasked with finding intel and doing it without raising any alarms, all was going well until Y/N and Ghost so into some sort of argument. It was probably over nothing, but it caused the mission to get compromised and it went from a quiet mission to all weapons free. Not only was the fight hard, but the things seen inside those prison walls made sure each member of the task force would have nightmares about it.

The ride back was utterly silent. Y/N didn't utter a word, he just sat with his head rested against the cold metal frame of the transport van. He couldn't get the imagines of the violent things he'd seen that night out of his head. His face was covered in dirt, grime and blood, which as it dried made his skin feel taught and uncomfortable. To his left, was Captain Price and Gaz (Kyle Garrick). They were talking quietly amongst themselves while Price smoked a cigar. Opposite them, was Soap and Ghost. They were both in silence, since it had been Y/N and them 2 who had seen the worst off it all. Soap's usual relatively outgoing personality was gone, he just sat in a dazed silence as his injured leg began to hurt more. Ghost, well, he's always quiet. A blood splatter stained across the infamous skull mask.

As the transport truck hit a particularly deep pothole, Y/N pressed his hand further onto the right side of his abdomen. He had been shot, and it hurt like hell. The thing was, he had been shot when the fight with the enemy first broke out. No body in his team had noticed it, and he didn't blame them. Things were tense when he got hurt. He knew he couldn't say anything then, because it would ruin the mission and they would most likely have to abort it. They needed that intel, desperately. So, with much effort, he patched himself up as best he could with the shirt of a dead enemy and carried on. It had been at least 6 hours since he'd been shot, with no medical attention the pain was almost fucking unbearable.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, the same pothole that had caused an increase in his pain, had done the same to Ghost. He too, had been shot. However, Ghost had been shot toward the end of the mission. They had the intel and were running to this very transport truck when he got hit. In the chaos, yet again, no body noticed his wound. He, cleverly, had packed bandages and were in a pocket in his tactical vest. He quickly wrapped up his wound and legged it for the truck, causing even more pain. He thought that he would be able to handle the bullet to the left side of his abdomen alone, since he didn't like the attention Soap (John MacTavish) got for just a leg wound. Imagine how people would react to his injury? He didn't want to find out. He had been dealing with the pain for about an hour now, it seemed to just be getting worse.

Y/N looked at Ghost. He saw how weak he was and decided then and there he was going to spar Ghost when they returned to base, despite himself being equally as weak. For unknown reasons, the pair did not like each other. Ever since they meet, almost a year and a half ago (which is when Y/N first joined the 141) they constantly butted heads. Never got on, always argued and constantly 'sparred'. In their heads, it was just an excuse to hurt the other without consequences. The score was 6 wins and 6 loses to each of them, which Y/N didn't like one bit. He winced in pain when the truck went other another pothole.

An hour later, the 141 arrived back at their base. Y/N thought about mentioning the bullet in his side, but after seeing all the drama around Soap... he decided he could handle it on his own. It was only a few moments later that he asked Ghost to spar him, which Ghost immediately accepted. There was only a brief moment of doubt in Ghost's head if he should do this or not, but when he saw Y/N tying his knuckle tape all he wanted to do was beat him too a pulp.

As the two stepped into the ring, they knew something was off about the other. Despite hating one another, due to all the sparring they had come to learn each each others body language extremely well. Something was wrong, they both knew it.

"Are you 2 already sodding sparring again?" Gaz called out, standing at the edge of the ring to watch. "Sure are." Y/N replied, not taking his eyes off his opponent. "This is getting ridiculous now lads." Price said, joining Gaz to watch the match but he was clearly irritated. "Aye, why do you hate each other so much anyway?" Soap asked weakly, as he hobbled over on some crutches to watch the fight as well. "Hate it a strong word. But it's the one I'd use." Ghost announced coldly. And with that phrase alone, the men knew they would not back down from this fight.

Ghost threw a big right hook as his opening move, immediately going for an offensive approach to the fight. However, due to his sluggish movements Y/N was able to predict that and dodge. Y/N grabbed Ghost's wrist, got behind him and kicked him too the floor. Ghost hit the floor with a hard thud, but recovered quickly albeit slightly winded. Ghost, angered by this dirty move, rushed Y/N. Running at him, tackling him to the floor and pinning him there. After a few seconds of struggle, Y/N kneed Ghost as hard as he could in the ribs. Unknowingly striking his bullet wound.

Ghost immediately recoiled in agony and grunted in pain loudly. Y/N realised he was really hurt after just one kick to the ribs, which was very, very unusual. Ghost is normally like hitting a wall, so why was he so hurt? This left Y/N confused and wide open. Ghost took his chance and punched Y/N straight in the ribs as hard as he could. Unknowingly hitting his bullet wound too. "Fuck!" Y/N shouted out of sheer agony. Ghost backed off. It usual took Y/N so many more hits to get that type of reaction from him, what was going on? The 2 men stood up and faced each other, opposite ends of the ring. The spectators where in a stunned silence. The match had only lasted a minute tops, but it was obvious each men were in a lot of pain.

"You alright mate?" Y/N asked, his voice full of the usual coldness he had for Ghost but also a hint of slight concern. His question caught Ghost by surprise. He figured it was some kind of trick, or ploy to make him loose. "I'm fine. Just winded." Ghost snapped back, anger flaring in his voice. Y/N clutched his bullet wound, a small red stain had appeared. "Alright then. You win." Y/N said, his voice growing weak. With that, he swiftly left the ring and headed into the changing rooms. Ghost won that match due to forfeit from the other player. Ghost was utterly shocked, he thought Y/N hated him. So why did he forfeit a match when Ghost showed clear signs he was weak?

Meanwhile, Y/N stumbled into the men's changing room and locked the door. He practically fell down onto a bench and took his shirt off. Blood flowed from the reopened wound and when he took off the self-made bandage, a bloodied bullet clattered to the floor. The sound of it pierced Y/N's ears, something so small was suddenly so loud. He knew if he didn't patch himself up soon, he'd pass out from blood loss. He frantically went through the medicine cabinet, the only thing he could find was rubbing alcohol. The only thing he had on him was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A lightbulb went off in his head and he knew what he had to do. Y/N covered his wound in the rubbing alcohol and lit it on fire. He shouted loudly in pain, tears welling in his eyes but what he was doing (cauterising the wound) was working. Inevitably, he passed out from the pain. When he woke up, at least 2 hours later, he wrapped himself tightly in bandages, cleaned up and headed to his room in the barracks.

2 hours previous, a few minutes after Y/N forfeited the match and bleed across the changing room, Ghost practically ran to his room in the barracks. He sat on his bed and ripped his shirt off, he was bleeding badly from his wound. Thats when he noticed than Y/N's kick had dislodged the bullet that was inside him. He took a deep breath, pulled the bullet out and applied extreme pressure to his now gushing wound. He opened his nightstand and opened up his med kit, inside was medical wire and a needle. He carefully and painfully stitched himself up, it took him an hour and a half. It was even harder when he began tearing up due to the pain. He cleaned away the blood and wrapped himself up tightly in bandages. When it was done he sat on his now stained bed in silence.

A few minutes later, Ghost heard stumbled walking outside his room. Confused at who would be up at this time (it was now midnight), he slowly got up and opened his door. He looked down the corridor only to see Y/N entering his room. The 2 made direct eye contact with each other and since neither had a shirt on, saw the bloody or burnt body of the other. Y/N's gaze softened slightly, he then gestured with his head for Ghost to follow him. With little to no hesitation, Ghost did.

When Ghost entered Y/N's room, he was sat in a chair, back facing Ghost with an empty chair opposite him. The only light that illuminated the room was a small desk lamp. Ghost sat down and for a few minutes they sat in silence. Deep down, they individually knew they had to stop his hatred of each other. The team were growing irritated with their bickering and today it even fucked up a mission, leaving them with severe injuries. With this realisation, Ghost gently removed his mask. Everyone else in the 141 had seen his face, except for Y/N. This was a sure fire way to show he wanted to change things. Y/N showed a small amount of shock at the sight of Simon's face, but it was obvious that Y/N was not judging him. Y/N studied Simon's face and too his dismay, found him quite handsome.

"Why'd you forfeit that match?" Simon spoke up breaking the silence. "Worried about you." Y/N replied, seemingly annoyed he had to admit that. Simon laughed, but it turned into a small cough due to the injuries. "Well when I saw how weak and sluggish your first punch was I knew something was up." Y/N snapped back, making Simon cease his laughing and grow irritated at the insult. "Weak huh? When you kicked my back in, I knew something up too. It usually hurts more. Mate, your kick is what I'd call weak."

Y/N didn't reply, not wanting to start an argument. So, they went back to silence. Y/N's eyes shifted down Simon's exposed chest to his blood stained bandage and body. "Why didn't you say anything about that?" He questioned. Simon sighed. "I got hit toward the end of the mission. I didn't want all the unnecessary attention so I just cracked on." Simon replied calmly, but that response sparked anger in Y/N. "What do you mean 'Just cracked on'? You could've fucking died mate! Shit, leaving that type of wound you'd just be risking further missions!" Y/N said, raising his voice slightly. Now Simon was mad. "Your one to bloody talk! Look at the state of you! All burned up and shit! The fuck happened?!" Simon pressed, wanting Y/N to tell him. Y/N explained what he did with cauterising the wound and it leaves Simon stunned and with a new found respect.

"Can I ask you a question?" Y/N asks after a few more moments of silence had passed. "Why'd you let me forfeit? I've tried to do it before but you always drag me back." he says. Simon suddenly looked embarrassed. "I was, I was worried about you too." He says meekly. "Oh. And... that?" Y/N questions further, pointing to the skull mask in Simon's hand. "I thought I should show my face if we are going to have to be friends now." Simon said bluntly. "We are friends now huh?" Y/N teased, but secretly he was pleased. Simon nodded, a small smile forming on his face.

After a year and half of hating someone, its hard to become friends after just one conversation. However, it's safe to say from then on the pair tried hard to better their friendship. Maybe, it would become something more.

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[arlo1611]

Welcome home (Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male Reader)

Being married to someone who works in the armed forces might just be the hardest thing a couple can go through. Only seeing your loved one a few times a year, constantly worrying about them and most off all… the very real possibility that they won’t come home.

Y/N knew all of this when he married Simon Riley. Yet, I don’t think anyone can fully prepare to watch their husband go into war zones. Y/N tried to live a happy live when Simon was not present, but it was hard. Very hard. He kept the house clean, took care of their dogs and even opened up a small bookstore attached to their home. He tried his best to stay busy, because he knew if he didn’t, all he would think about is Simon. He never even took his wedding ring off, not when he worked or when he slept.

It was around 11am and Y/N was working in the bookstore, like every other day. It was a Tuesday and business was slow, but that didn’t stop the regulars from paying their usual visit. He was in the middle of reorganising some shelves, when he heard the gentle bell ring of the front door opening.

“Just a Minute.” He called out, assuming it was an ordinary customer. Y/N turned around and headed to the front of the store only to see Simon. He was dressed in civilian clothes, silver wedding ring on and had a backpack on, clearly having just returned from the military. Oddly, he wasn’t wearing his signature skull mask either. Maybe it was because they lived in a small town in the middle of rural Dartmoor, or maybe he just wanted his husband to see his face. Y/N stood in a stunned silence for a moment, before he dropped the books he was holding and swiftly walking to Simon and hugged him tightly. He didn’t know what to say, he just wanted to be near his husband after so many months of being separated.

“Hello love.” Simon whispered softly as he held Y/N tightly and gently stroked his head. They stood together in silence for a few moments, held firmly in each others embrace. So many things were running through Y/N’s head. He was shocked and very happy. “Your back.” Y/N said quietly, still not letting go of his husband for even a second. Simon chuckled and kissed his head. “Yeah, and I’m staying this time.” He answered, knowing this would raise some questions.

Y/N looked at Simon and asked what he meant by that. “I’ve been medically discharged from the service. Don’t panic but I, I got myself shot. I’m fine, really. but it left some permanent damage to my shoulder. So they discharged me, which, now that I’m here with you, doesn’t bother me at all.” Simon answered, with a smile. Y/N’s face lit up, it was clear he was happy that Simon was going to be staying at home. Y/N cupped Simon’s face and kissed him lovingly.

They spoke together in the bookstore for hours, catching up and acting like no time had passed since they last saw each other. The sun began to set, so they headed home. After some dinner and some more conversation, they headed to bed. Y/N and Simon laid down together in bed facing each other. Y/N smiled sweetly.

“Welcome home.”

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[arlo1611]

Ghost x Male Reader

(First post lol - Nsfw)

Y/N and Ghost had just come back from quite possibly the most dangerous mission of the year. To put simply, shit went wrong real fucking quick. Both men were left beaten and bloodied by the end of it, barely surviving the ordeal. But they had, somehow.

A few hours later... Ghost laid in bed beside Y/N, watching as his chest rose and fell while he slept. Each breath was deep as memories of the mission plagued his dreams. Ghost couldn't get the thought of watching his boyfriend suffer the way he did out of his head, it caused a deep rooted pain in his chest.

"Y/N. Wake up." He whispered softly, placing his hand softly on Y/N's cheek. Y/N opened his eyes softly and turned to Ghost. His voice was groggy, since he had just woken up. "What?" He replied sleepily. "I uh, I keep thinking about... the mission. I just... I hate seeing you when you get hurt like that." Ghost said slowly, it was hard for him to talk about how he felt. But he knew he needed to tell Y/N. "I keep thinking, what if... what if you didn't make it." His voice was barely above a whisper at this point.

A few seconds of silence pass, before Y/N's eyes turned from drowsiness to concern. He gently put his hand on Ghost's face and planted a small kiss on his forehead. "Last mission was... horrific. I hated seeing you hurt too, but I am alive. So are you." Y/N stated, as calmly and as comfortingly as he could. Y/N smiled softly and despite Ghost's worries, it was obvious a small smile had formed under the mask.

As they looked into each others eyes for a little longer, the atmosphere in the room shifted into a more... intimate one. Suddenly, Y/N speaks up. "How about... I show you that I'm alive." As he says this, he shifts his body to be on top of Ghost. Ghost, who knows where this is going already, nods. Y/N lifts Ghost's mask to just below the nose and kisses him lovingly. They hold in that moment for a few minutes, savouring every second.

Things quickly warm up however, as Ghost begins unbuckling his belt and removing his trouser while Y/N does the same. They continue to kiss passionately before Y/N places his cock and Ghost's entrance. He gives Ghost a quick look, as if asking for permission. This is common between the 2, as they switch quite often. Ghost nods and with that, Y/N slowly pushes inside Ghost. He is gentle and caring, because he knows Ghost is still sore from the difficult mission a few hours previous.

Y/N thrusts into Ghost slowly, making sure that he is enjoying it too. A low groan escapes Ghost's mouth, causing Y/N to gradually quicken his thrusting pace. As time progresses, groans and moans from the pair get louder. "Fuck.." Y/N breathed out, pleasure overwhelming him. Ghost could not utter a word, the feeling of Y/N was ecstasy. Y/N thrusted in and out of Ghost at a more increasing speed, causing the 2 of them to feel pure bliss.

Minutes felt like hours as Y/N and Ghost reached closer to their limits. Y/N was moving what could be considered slow, because this interaction was not out of lust, but out of love. The couple had gone through something devastating, they had to watch as the other nearly died. Doing this, was a way to reassure each other they were alive.

Y/N inevitably released inside of Ghost, filling him up and the both of them moaned simultaneously. Ghost let out a spurt from his own dick, staining the shirt he was wearing. Y/N pulled out and laid beside Ghost, putting his arm around his waist. They both caught their breath and relaxed beside one another.

"Okay... your alive." Ghost said, as he fell asleep in his boyfriends loving embrace.

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