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[lilchickie]

Say my name (König x witty! reader)

Pt1/ Pt.2 Tantrum

🐥A very short part two of two requests I had

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Dreams of you plagued König every single night since that day at the armory.

His brain was like a swarm of wasps stinging at every nerve on his body every time you passed by, those gorgeus eyes of yours giving him this knowing look that spoke a thousand words, heavily implying that you have not forgotten what happend between you two. So he opted to ignore you like before. But worse. He'd avoid you now.

König was your colonel, you had to know of his commands, he was very aware of this so instead of using his walkie-talkie or inform you directly he decided to use other operators as homing pigeons and whenever they protested he'd show one of his intimidating glares and insist with his authoritative tone. It always worked. But not with Horangi.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

If König glared any harder he'd burst a vein tainting his cerulean eyes red with blood. "Deliver the message. It is an order."

Horangi took off his sunglasses, a weird sight to see, and squinted at his colonel like he was looking up at the blinding sun. "You want me to deliver the very important message of refiling this one particular paper to (c/n)? You are aware I could do it instead, we hold the same range." Once he was finished he slid his glasses back on.

König was stiff, eyes adverting to the side for a millisecond. "Do it anyway...?"

Horangi knew something was up, specially since one quick look at the paper reminded him that these documents were already finished weeks ago, he delivered them himself. His colonel had been quite distracted lately and that's something worrying in König judging by how hyper focused he was about everything, specially his job. The operator smiles under his facemask, he crosses his arms and tilts his head as if he had figured the most amusing thing ever.

"Having problems in paradise, sir?"

König took a moment to figure what he meant, this expression was new to him, soon he frowned. "There is no 'paradise' and no problem with me. The only problem here is that you are refusing to obey a direct order from your colonel-"

"König... Come on." Horangi insists but it's clear his friend doesn't want to keep dwelling on this, so he slightly folds the paper, nods at his colonel and leaves his office with a low "Right away, sir." before closing the door.

The way the Austrian deflated made his long body mold to his chair. He's been quite nervous to be around you, the memories of your last (very intimate) interaction became a constant on his brain affecting his work performance, even going as far as not letting him rest properly, the image of you appearing on his very own dreams, your voice a mermaid's call encouraging König to approach and do things to your body that never failed to wake him up with a raging boner. It has been roughly a year and a half since König was promoted to colonel and he was letting a simple operator like you put his position at risk. His hands took a pencil from a red cup he used as penholder and begun writing and doodling absentmindedly on a random white paper to occupy his hands while he waited for the refilled paper to be delivered to him. The distraction was very much needed.

His hands trembled a little as König applied sole pressure on the surface. Memories of your lips moving when you said his name with that sweet voice of yours carried his mind to the moment he felt them against his skin, the delicious feeling of your soft fingertips caressing along the skin of his long neck. The sudden (but expected) erection he got caused the colonel to growl, his other unoccupied hand fisted slamming the table twice before his eyes refocused looking down at the piece of paper he was drawing on. König had doodled a few realistic octopuses wearing crowns along some scribbles of his own name in different letterings and lastly, in the lower right corner of the paper under one of his scribbles was doodled something he has never done before. A human face. Your face. God knows the only thing König was able to draw was his favorite animal and little else... But the memory of your beautiful complexion, your hair, your cute nose, long lashes and scars amongst other things were so clear on his mind his hands carried the tip of the pencil in elegant strokes until he was met by your beautiful face smirking at him from the paper.

"Schau mich nicht so an." (Don't look at me like that.)

Seconds after admiring the doodle before him, the colonel couldn't help but pleasure himself using his memories and the small doodle he made of you as material. It was pathetic, it was disgusting, it was so embarrassing he couldn't help but feel compleat and utter shame and frustration, he couldn't cum... It wasn't enough, it wasn't real. But before he could dwell more on his troubles a quick knock on the door startled him. König quickly thrusted the paper inside one of his drawers, hid his aching cock in the confines of his pants and cleared his throat. "Do come in."

Horangi was back, he was quiet when he placed the paper on the table counter before he confusedly looked around König's table wondering what he was doing since his computer wasn't on and his table was well organized.

"Here uh, here it is." König thanked him with a nod, he sniffed loudly casually picking the paper handed to him, sky eyes scanning across the paper eating up the view of your beautiful calligraphy. But Horangi didn't leave, and that made König look up at him expectantly.

"Something the matter?" He asked. And oh there was plenty Horangi wanted to say and ask, but instead he simply said: "She's with someone else." It was said in a rush, as if Horangi was speaking with a stick shoved up his ass, like he was trying to tame an angry bull.

When König heard this he frowned slowly lowering the paper to his Ikea table's surface that had suffered too many slams to count. "With someone else." He repeats.

Horangi scratches his masked chin, flexes his hands and says "Probably a lover..."

"A lover." König echoes once more as if Horangi was giving him English lessons, his breaths coming a little hard making his mask inflate and deflate on the nose's area.

"Yeah, they were together in her office. Felt like I interrupted something."

König stands up pushing his chair back and leans his body forwards very slowly planting both hands on the table supporting his stance, the other operator leans back intimidated.

"Interrupted something." König blinks rapidly this time sounding demanding.

Horangi nods awkwardly.

"Something? What is 'something'?" His German accent was so pronounced it was almost difficult to understand what he was saying.

"I am not sure..." Horangi muttered, König was silent waiting for him to continue. "...Sex maybe...? They were sweaty, wearing baggy clothes but... In her office and standing too close. Even while she was completing the paperwork you sent-."

"Get out."

The KorTac operator turned back swiftly, rushed off and closed the door with a low thud. He didn't take one full step away before he heard a loud crash followed by a loud thud against the door, it was easy to guess what it could be what smashed the door when he looked downwards and spotted a thin wooden chair leg peeking out the splintered wood of the poor door, the tiny, white wheel at the tip was still rolling.

"Well, she's fucked." Horangi says before walking off.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig x reader #witty reader

[lilchickie]

Nutella Doughnut (Soap x Witty! Reader)

🐥Short af. If this goes well I'll make a second part.

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"You are smokin' sexy, lass..." Soap said casually.

You were smoking, leaning on your car's side near the wheel, arm perched around Gaz's shoulder who, after hearing Soap's comment, chuckled lowly before kissing your cheek in a quick goodbye to let his brother in arms work his magic at wooing you. You laughed at Johnny's boldness after waving Gaz goodbye.

"Keep talkin'. I love when you bathe me in flattery." You lean back, one elbow supported your stance as you lifted the cigar back to your lips, puffed some smoke and continued. "But don't make it too corny, or the next person leavin' will be me."

"Naw, don't say that. Gaz is jus' jealous of my skills, that's why he threw the smoke bomb." Johnny winks. "B'sides I know you love it when a' get corny."

"Hmm, you caught me there. Maybe Gaz thinks that if he stays here too long he'd end up falling for you."

Soap laughed a bit walking to your side resting his back right against the driver's door with both hands on his pockets. His grey eyes shot your way in a teasing side glance that made you walk up to him facing his profile with a giddy little smile that made Soap chuckle once more, you mirrored the chuckle pinching the cigar out of your mouth. You two looked like two teenagers in love and frankly you didn't care, because that's how Johnny always made you feel and you'd die before you try having this connection with anyone else.

There was some silence then as you two stare to one another, Soap repositions his stance to fully face you with this relaxed expression, like he was in bliss just by sharing a quiet moment with you. You two are standing closer than before playing oblivious of the growing tension as you begun bantering lowly about anything and everything. The night was at your favor, gracing your ears with little sounds, amongst them the crickets and the muffled music from inside the bar where Gaz had rejoined his captain and lieutenant and surely was gossiping about the two missing sargents.

"What was that about me being smokin' hot?"

"Smokin' sexy." Soap quickly corrects feigning offense.

"Oh, pardon me."

Johnny just smiles at you, his silver eyes eating every detail of your face as if he was imprinting it on his mind, he reaches a hand out of his pocket to your face and for a moment you slightly close your eyes basking on the feeling of his rough fingers delicately putting a few strands of hair behind your ear to later brush your cheek and then he unexpectedly snatches your cigar straight from your lips. The Scott makes a show giving a small lick to the white butt before putting it on his lips, an indirect kiss. Your jaw drops letting out a surprised crackle, Soap wiggles his brows with your cig between his lips before he responds your previous question.

"Was jus' repeating what Price said before. Tho' he was drunk as a Dane, he could have been referring to tha' pint he was holding, that fucken' weapon."

Price?

"Y' think our captain has the hots for me?" You smirk. "Does that mean you've got competition?"

Soap smirks "Nah, I know i ain' got no one standing between me n' you." His confidence made you smile softly.

Your face will be aching by the end of the night with how much Soap makes you smile, and you'd embrace the ache and seek for more anytime.

With the years you noticed a huge change in the way Soap spoke to you. Because every time you two bantered up for long he'd end up recovering his Scottish accent to a point where the first few times you spoke after you formally met it was hard to get what he said, but the flow of time and the book of Scottish slangs that Johnny gifted you made you an expert Soap-ologist. You knew when he was sad, mad, hungry or lost in thought, and most importantly you understood his hard accent, often being used by Ghost as a translator when you three were together. In conclusion, you felt flattered that Johnny was so comfortable with you that he graced you with his Scottish accent.

The moment Johnny had placed the half-finished cig back on your mouth swiftly and without a warning your lashes fluttered rapidly breaking from your thoughts trying to focus on his current rambling.

"Jus' got five drinks for y'guys before comin' here at the drive thru n' that guy asked 'do ye want a cupholder?' and a' go 'why obviously, do ya foken' reprobate I'm no a fucking octopus, y'dick head' " He was referring to a few hours ago when he offered to have lunch together before going to the bar and drink yourselves silly. But of course only Price ended up getting so wasted all of you decided to slow down as not to encourage your drunken captain. But going bar after bar one couldn't keep watch on Price forever, the weight of his last divorce always took a tool on the poor man around these dates.

"Wait! Is that why you've got that giant stain on your fancy shirt?" You laughed pointing a manicured nail to a big stain in Soap's blue shirt right underneath his left pectoral that he was clearly trying to hide with his black and white varsity jacket. Soap took your hand and directed it to his mouth as if he was going to bite your finger off, you two crackled in unison as you struggled to tug it out of his grip.

"Fuuuck! When did ya notice it!?" He asked pulling your body forwards making you bump against his toned chest. The smell of his cologne and the hint of aftershave invaded your senses but you managed to speak even if your brain felt like it was melting.

"You've got yer jacket wide open! And you are like a sardine moving here and there, it's obvious the stain would peek from its hidden spot, Johnny."

Soap groaned throwing his arms around your form caging you, your lips pursed with your cig still hanging limply in between them until you spat it out to the side and stomped on it with the heel of your boot, your eyes were firmly fixed on Soap's. You two went quiet then, your hands were occupied massaging his soft sides as he didn't leave them much liberty of movement with the way his heavy arms trapped your body in a strong embrace. You slowly planted your forehead on Johnny's clavicle, he moved his head a little inhaling your shampoo before he planted a short peck near your hairline.

"You comfy there, lil' lizard?" He purred amused.

"Lizard!?" You giggle on his neck, Soap almost shivered at the feeling of your mouth near his sensitive skin. "That the best nickname you can come up with?"

Soap hums delighted by this question "Actually, y'know how I usually call ya?" You tilted your head up to look at his eyes resting your chin to his chest.

"A secret nickname. Care to share?"

"Doughnut'." He blurts.

You grinned, your brows raising surprised "Oh! What kind?"

"I'll let ya choose." Johnny half-whispers looking down at you, grey eyes filled with amusement at this stupid conversation.

Your eyes look to the side still not moving your chin from his chest, biting at the tip of your tongue in thought. "How 'bout Nutella?"

He hums and nods before you continue as if you hadn't notice his agreement "Hmm... Do ya have any nut allergies?" Soap barks out a laugh "Aye, love. I'm planning suicide by donut!"

Your loud laughter filled the air as you abruptly broke out of his embrace only to smack his chest playfully with the back of your right hand while you covered your laughing mouth with your left one. Soap was marveled at the sight laughing along, his eyes crescent moons that reflected the blue neon light of the bar's sign. He looked so handsome.

Johnny's hands were on you as soon as he felt you were moving too far from him. But instead of taking your hands or your waist they went to squeeze your face until your lips were peeking out of your mushed cheeks while you were still grinning, prolonging the sweet melody of your laughter. The Scott promised himself right then and there that he'd be the only one able to make you laugh like this. He'd be the only one who'd get to hear your uncontrolled laughter, to witness your face lit at his stupidity, to kiss those beautiful lips he's dying to taste.

He was thinking too loud, so loud that he didn't realize you had gone quiet looking up at him mirroring his look of awe, his big hands no longer squeezed the soft plush of your cheeks, they were holding you lovingly. You lean to his touch with a delighted hum as your hands cup his in your face and Soap swore he would faint at the sight.

"How can you be so fuckin' beautiful...? It should be a crime to look the way you do..." He whispers, heavy accent present, the grey in his eyes melted in a sea of black, his pupils dilated swallowing the image before him.

"Johnny..." Your lips whisper sensually.

"Johnny." Someone loudly calls right behind you.

Soap let's out a high pitch scream that could have very well broken the sound barrier, his hands shooting back from your face at the fright he got thanks to his giant and quiet Lieutenant standing behind you looking at the two of you like one would to dog shit sitting on their path. Your ears bled but you laughed with so much force at his reaction you threw your body forwards to Johnny's right side and accidentally hit your forehead against your car's side-view mirror.

"Pull up yer pants, you two. You'll have plenty of time ta' fuck around when we get back, for now we gotta go get some dinner." Ghost sighs crossing his arms as Gaz approached with a very drunk Price loudly singing 'Country Roads' until he heard what Ghost said, then he begun complaining about his lack of hunger.

"At two in tha' morning? Is there any place open at this time?" You said, Soap was cooing at you gently massaging your aching forehead with his thumb inspecting the damage ignoring your quiet "I'm fine, no worries, I've taken worse."

Price then shagged forwards falling literally to your arms, you gripped your captain like vice so he wouldn't eat the concrete. "M' house..." He managed to grunt out.

A little later, you drove the crew to Price's block. Or more like, his auntie's. When your captain divorced his second wife (who lasted a year and a half married to him until she unexpectedly ran off with the next economically stable guy she found.) he moved with his aunt to her big apartment, luckily she was out of town visiting other relatives of hers so all of you had the house for yourselves.

The big saint Bernard lazily greeted Price the moment he managed to open the door letting all of you in, Gaz instantly fell to his knees amazed by the beauty of Price's pet. "Name's Lucy... Watch yer boots, she loves to drool on 'em." Soap was about to go in next until he saw the giant dog and like a gentleman, he offered you to go fist. You knew your Johnny well, so you guided Lucy out of the way with Gaz following after her like a lost puppy. It seems they all had forgotten Soap's phobia after seeing the Scott bravely face any danger your tedious job threw your way.

You all feasted upon the takeout Price had bought hours back before your little outing. The old man planned ahead, it seemed. A thousand small containers of asian food decorated the living room's table as all of you ate sharing stories and laughing at the new recruits' gossip Gaz managed to overhear. You loved every second Johnny laughed, his bubbly laughter making him bump shoulders with you constantly until you threw your arm around him pressing your bodies together, his big hand landed on your thigh in response. It was hard to eat like this but it didn't bother you one bit as long as you could keep touching Johnny.

You two didn't miss the looks shared between Ghost and Gaz. But you did miss Price's proud, drunken smile. He was delighted seeing how close the two of you had gotten over the years, he couldn't help but raise up his water glass (because you all forbid him from drinking one more drop of alcohol).

"To you two. I dedicate this... H2O, may your hearts entwine stronger than my ex-wife legs around that fokin' medic she met on Facebook. Cheers!"

"Cheers!" All of you chanted.

You two smiled dumbly to one another swallowing your respective sodas in one gulp as if it was Champaign. Was Price giving you his blessings?

Soap thought the same giving you a soft look hiding his big dumb smile behind the rim of his glass. He leaned his face your way resting his cheek against yours with a sigh nodding Gaz to continue sharing his succulent gossip. Your hands entwined underneath the table, your hearts beating fast.

After dinner, you'll ask Soap if he truly wants to taste your doughnut.

#soap call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod soap #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish #witty reader #short fic

[lilchickie]

Fangs (Gus x reader)

Chapter 1. Calvary is here.

[Master list]

Slight gore/ s#xual tension

-Your team is assigned to rescue a valuable contact, things take an ugly turn. The annoying tension between you and Ghost had accompanied you for a very long time, long enough to realize there's someone else paying close attention to you.

You dreamt of mangled skin and blood dripping from your mouth.

Even in the darkness of the room you could taste it. You knew it wasn't real but you could still feel it's texture, the smell and the pained screams of Hassan Zyani. You can feel the weight of Soap's stare as he allows you to go wild ripping the terrorist quite literally to shreds with your own hands and tee, your lieutenant and mentor, Ghost, overlooking at the scene with the visor of his MCPR-300 until he decides to break the silence with a dry "target neutralized."

He was meant to take the killing shot.

Ghost was meant to kill Hassan when the terrorist intended to throw a fatally wounded Johnny out the window, but it was you who after making it to the right floor grabbed Hassan throwing him to the side with force dislocating his shoulder in the process, and instead of using your handgun or your knife to give him the quick death you were trained to give, you took a much more personal approach with a crazed look in your eyes. You ended him by ripping his throat open with your teeth.

"Wake up, Hound. Come on."

His blood was everywhere, you were coated in it. Bathed in a pool of red with your turbulent mind darkened by a thin layer of feelings, confusion about what you did, utter rage because of what he had done and what he tried to do to Johnny, a war's baptism.

(Y/n) died on that building and something else took place. A wilder more primal part of that dead woman you used to be awakened within you.

"Hound."

That's how they started calling you since then. The hound, Price's loyal dog. All because you killed that bastard Hassan as if you were an animal sinking your fangs on your prey's neck.

Larger hands shake you awake by your shoulders, your eyes flutter open and you are quick to spot a giant skull mask glaring down at you.

"Mgh... My god, Simon... Can't you wake me with a kiss? Is this how you wake every lady you sleep with?"You joke referring to your quick nap in separate beds.

Your lieutenant gives you a nasty side-eye hiding his amusement while collecting your gear from the floor and throwing it your way. You catch it with a huff then you put it on as you look around the hotel room Laswell had rented for your unit to crash in while you waited for the backup to arrive so you could begin the mission. Ghost then growled "Not happening. Also don't spill your wishes out loud, Sargeant. I don't have t'remind ya that fraternizing with your lieutenant is strictly prohibited." Ghost hoarsely says looking at himself in the mirror from the vanity near the door. He's probably checking on the black paint around his eyes.

"But are we not allowed to get a boner out of thinking 'bout it, sir?"

"Touché." He clicks his tongue.

Ghost will never say it, but he fucking loves when you get this foxy out of nowhere, out of the lot of you, (aside from Johnny) you are the one who appreciates more his dark humour and he adores the way it perfectly fits yours.

You wheeze out a laugh and rush to meet him at the door of your shared room "Come on, LT. To deny our biological needs SHOULDN'T be a prohibition, don't ya think?"

Ghost snorts, you march down the hall, his bulky body eating up most of your field of view.

"Masturbation between teammates could be an amazing bonding exercise! Picture it!"

He gives you a glance "I can picture that alright..."

You smack his back grinning "No, no, but take this seriously. Imagine the captain-"

Ghost abruptly stops when you reach the stairs to the lower floor making you bump against his back, he turns around, slightly lowers himself to your level and carefully takes your hands with his to then lean in weirdly close.

"You just killed the magic with one word." That earned a laugh from you, he continued.

"Listen. Price, Gaz n' Soap are in the other room with the three other operators from SpecGru. Remember what I told ya?"

You sigh and put on your metallic facemask that resembled a dog's growling snout before listing: "Stay professional, keep a low profile and don't talk unless it's needed."

Ghost nods and you fix him a sassy smile under your mask "Since when did you decide to baby me?"

-"Since you ran yer fucking mouth and confirmed the rumours were true-"

-"That only happend once and I was drunk, come on..''

-"Once is all you need for people to keep bringin' up the bloody topic. Now they know for certain it was you and not me who killed Hassan and how you did it." Ghost spat poking your chest with an accusatory finger.

You looked up at him in challenge, he didn't waver but you notice his breaths turning a bit heavy once you got a step closer.

"I can play nice if you want me to." Ghost's response is silence and you speak lowly and careful this time.

"Simon, you know I can take the cold Sargeant role like I was made for it, right? Come on, don't fret, everything will be alright." You are whispering now because you are not dumb, you know the effect you have on Ghost. Your lieutenant has known you for long enough to know you are just toying with him and yet...

"...I know you can." His biological needs haven't been satiated in nearly a year and never by you. His star pupil and closest friend, someone he could trust yet never had intimated with, not in that level at least. As he said, it's strictly prohibited to fraternize.

You slowly nod taking pride on his dilated pupils and slowly move to take the hand he was using to point at your chest lifting it to your face so that he is now covering your mask over your mouth "You have me muzzled, LT. There's nothing I can do but obey. I'll behave like your favorite Sargeant, as always." He shivered but played it off by shoving your face away annoyed, you crackled maliciously.

"You are Insufferable."

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-"They had demonized her..."

-"Demonized her!? She ripped a guy's throat with her fucking mouth, Gustavo-"

-"It wasn't just any guy. Also that's rad as fuck, not gonna lie."

-"Reyes you are not helping!"

-"Good! Because I don't intend to help. Befriend the rabid bitch! The crazier the better right? Considering our line of work answer this: What's better? To have a crazy-dangerous ally or a crazy-dangerous foe?"

Nova pursed her lips as Reyes shot her a look that said "period."

Gus forces a tight-lipped smile "That about answers itself, hermano."

Ghost and you had walked to Price's room door where you were supposed to wait for him and the others but apparently the calvary had gotten in beforehand and decided to wait inside. You shared a look of surprise with the lieutenant, he lowly ordered you to wait outside to go in once the rest of the 141 arrived from the hotel's lobby where they were talking with Kate, but you played dumb and opened the door as casually as you could leaving an irritated Ghost following after you.

You two stand there in the now open door, the three operators sitting on the only bed looked up at you like three kids who just got caught doing something they shouldn't.

"Carry on. I love to eavesdrop." You humored.

The three of them looked your age, maybe a bit younger. A black woman with vitiligo, Nova, looked up at you filled with intimidation and weariness, to her left sat a man of pale skin and dark brown hair smiling widely with dark admiration and next to him there was a South American man with black, curly hair under a beret with a big moustache.

Once he saw your eyes lay upon him, the latin straightened his back. His golden eyes lit with recognition until his face contorted to a mix of his fellow partners' expressions. He looked awestruck, his golden orbes held a very noticeable admiration yet you didn't miss the nervous tremble on his hands before he hid them behind him in order to get up from his sitting position. You couldn't tell if he was excited or frightened.

Probably the latter judging by conversation you heard they were having plus your reputation...

"Sargeant Hound-...! My name's Gustavo Rodriguez, Costa Rican operator from SpecGru's private military company at your- at Captain Price's service." He explained, his body going rigid trying to show his respect.

"Gus, right? I saw your file on our way to Manhattan. What's a cop doing in the military?"

He could have very well turned into a tomato the moment he heard you had seen his file, Gus was quick to respond a little louder than before in order to muffle his partner's laughter at this whole interaction.

"I aimed to protect my country from cartel, mi sargento. But with no army where I live, once I turned of age i had to join la Fuerza Pública for five years until I was invited to join Costa Rica's Special Intervention Unit, which is uh... An Elite team tasked with matters of national security and reporting directly to the Minister of the Presidency."

You smiled amused and a little taken aback by his passionate spirit. "Until?"

You knew there was more to the story, after all he wasn't in Costa Rica. He was shoulder deep in the Terrorist shit your own task force was ordered to clean.

Fuck, SpecGru wasn't even supposed to be involved until Laswell magically appeared with the news that these three fools were contracted to help and support your team on this seemingly tedious mission.

-"Until two years ago when SpecGru was founded."

-"An opportunist, are you?"

-"Bueno, I like to say I'm ambitious. For the good of the people, of course... Not to impress your captain with a good CV."

You laughed at this, Gus smiled in delight instantly enamoured with the sound of your laughter.

Five years as a cop plus three in Costa Rica's SIU and two more years in SpecGru considering he entered the academy fast as hell equals twenty six years... How old was this sexy chunk of meat?

-"And how old are you?"

-"Just turned thirty, señorita."

-"Admirable. Happy birthday." You couldn't help but praise.

Your teasing nature quieted down at the presence of a promising lad working along your unit.

Gus smiled softly then, a sigh of relief scaping his plump lips. It felt good to be acknowledged by your idols.

You heard Ghost scoff behind you, Gus' two companions watch him incredulous because of his short (probably prepared) speech.

You ate up his delighted reaction trying to contain the toothy smile from under your facemask and slowly walked closer to him with a curious glint in your eyes and a small swing in your step. Gus didn't move a muscle, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What do you specialize in, soldado?"

Hearing his mother's tongue from the one and only Sargeant Hound from the 141 he has heard so much about since he joined SpecGru made a shiver run up his spine.

"In hostage rescue and asset protection..."

Ghost looks down his watch inpatient to get this over with. Reyes, the other operator sees his opportunity to jump into the conversation seemingly as eager to interact with Hassan's butcher.

"Apologies for my brother in arms' fanboy moment. He was excited to meet you, after all... You could say we've got money on our pockets thanks to your bite." The Canadian jest with a teasing tone matching yours, he sounds so sure of himself you knew already this guy was one hot headed mother fucker with an ego that paired up well with Gus' humble nature and Nova's head-on-the-ground attitude.

-"Mind explaining that, um..."

-"Enzo Reyes, ma'am. Reyes for shorts."

You nod expectant. Reyes clears his throat.

"SpecGru and KorTac were founded after Hassan's death, your execution, as diabolical as everyone puts it, benefitted us greatly. So thank you, you crazy, cannibalistic bitch for giving us a job."

Your eyes widen at the crude wording, Gus looks away with a defeated sigh, Nova elbows Reyes' arm with so much force he smacks her arm back with a growl. Ghost did not like that one bit deciding to step up making his presence known in the room, anger emanate from his body mixing with the tense atmosphere.

"I like this guy." You laugh quickly dissipating the tension. You missed Nova's sigh of relief.

All of you quickly got alerted by the dry coughs of Price who stepped inside the crowded room with Gaz and Soap following behind. Ghost left space for his captain but you didn't, resulting in Price gently guiding your careless self to follow him with a hand in your lower back, like a father with a toddler. The captain sighed looking around the room making sure all of you were there.

-"I see we missed first introductions. Whatever, we can get started now that we're all 'ere."

-"About bloody time..." Ghost whispered and you snorted.

As the captain explained the situation, the three SpecGru operators stared analyzing your group.

All of you were attentive to your captain quickly leaving aside your shenanigans to pay attention to every word he said. After the hell all of you had gone through it was clear your loyalty to Price was unbreakable. Lord knows life has given you chances to leave the task force but none of you took them because you believed in what you were doing, because you believed in Johnathan Price, because you were proud to be part of something bigger than yourselves to help people around the world neutralizing threats so the future generations could live a more peaceful life.

Gus couldn't feel more admiration than he already did, his heart swell with pride and eagerness to work along you and he could already picture himself in the future begging Laswell and his Team Leaders to allow Nova, Reyes and himself the chance to work with you again.

The focused look in your beautiful, hypnotic eyes dragged the Rican back to the present.

To summer things up, one of Kate's valuable contacts from New York had gotten captured by an unknown enemy ready to be flown from Manhattan to another location she was still trying to figure.

The reason you needed these three other operators was because their german TL (Team Leader) was related to this particular objective. Stressed about the safety of his family member he sent three operators he personally chose to aid the 141 on the rescue as the hostage was equally important to both teams. Not to mention the amount of crucial information the hostage had.

Laswell had informed Price that the captured victim managed to send her a message saying he had heard something about being transported somewhere near LaGuardia airport until they could escort him to a secured plane.

"The message was sent from this location." Price said.

Gaz shows you the tablet he was tapping on. The pad reveals pictures of an abandoned psychiatric hospital in the middle of a gigantic clearing a few kilometers away from the airport they planned to take the hostage.

-"Easy to spot us in such clearing..." Soap observes.

-"We could infiltrate in the night. Use the darkness to our benefit." Offered Gaz.

-"Nah, that's still too risky, they'd probably had transported the lad by the time we get there." Debated Reyes.

-"Besides, we would be risking the hostage's life if we wait any longer for night to fall..." Nova finally spoke.

The captain cracked his knuckles, his eyes fuxed on the tablet until he shot Gus a look of expectancy. He too had read his file judging by the way he expected him to suggest something, the Rican had enough experience at hostage rescue to know a better strategy. Don't underestimate the captain, he already had a plan to offer but he wanted to give the three new additions some time to prove themselves.

Gus brushes his moustache in thought. "The sewers." He mutters, one gloved finger pointed to one miniature in the sea of images from the tablet, the miniature showed a complete map of the underground tunnels that crossed the area. Soap agreed with a click of his tongue and a nod.

Price smiled widely, his eyes crinkling.

-"We'll use the sewers."

-"I bet they know we'll use 'em to get there." You said, Gus nods and Price replies:

-"They sure as hell know we'll do. But they don't know how many we are."

-"Or who we are." Ghost said with determination.

______

Diving through Manhattan's sewers was like walking around an scenario from one of those old horror games you play with Johnny on his ps2.

Not to mention it was confusing as hell... There were tunnels everywhere, Laswell had warned you about this and to pay careful attention to the map as well as the river of shit that ran through the tunnels, apparently this stinky nightmare of a place was plagued with crocodiles. No joke.

To make the trip even more fun, Soap had spotted a trap at the beginning of one particular tunnel that stink worse than the others and you instantly knew this was the one you had to take to get to the clearing.

-"That tunnel will get you to the parking lot behind the main building. Find a hole to crawl out of and get in there as quick as possible." Laswell's voice resonated from your radios.

-"Understood."

You could feel someone's eyes on you the whole time. And although you always pretended to bask on any attention given, feeling someone's eyes on you constantly made you tick. So multiple times you had turned around only to find Gus looking elsewhere and Ghost keeping watch on the waters in case any croc decided to welcome all of you.

A distant booming sound made you all stop on your tracks pointing your guns ahead. Something had triggered a trap.

-"Probably a crocodile." Said Soap.

-"Or an enemy..." Smirked Reyes.

-"What's the difference?" You asked.

Your earpiece buzzed "For starters, the crocodiles don't have the brains nor the need to kidnap one of my most valuable contacts." Joked Kate.

The captain stopped all of you minutes after.

You all pointed your torches ahead, a litter of corpses spread across the tunnel.

-"We've got corpses 'round here." Gaz informed Laswell.

-"The hostage?" She asked, nervousness lazed on her voice.

The group begun inspecting the dead bodies, clear victims of various traps and mines around the place that the waters had dragged to your direction and got stuck in the junk and shit in the ground.

Most of them were dressing in matching dark clothes, others in casual wear, probably civilians who decided to dive a little too far where they shouldn't.

The ones with dark clothes held fire weapons, other than that they had nothing else.

"No trace of the objective so far..." You informed before the radio caught Laswell's sigh of relief.

Nova spotted one particular body at the further corner of the pit that caught her eye. She sat next to it, inspecting it's pockets with concentration until she stopped to wiggle on her spot.

-"Wot' am I sitting on?" Nova rose her bum only to stumble forwards with a yelp at the realization that she had fully planted her ass on an enemy's corpse. -"Shame it wasn't his face." She blurted out making Reyes snort.

-"The smell would have killed the lad instantly. But nothing compares to the smell of Manhattan's sewers...Worst mission of my fucking life."

-"It's Man-ah-Hatan, idiota" Gus wrongly corrected a few steps behind you. He was so close his sweet cologne almost covered the smell of shit.

"MANHATTAN, DICKHEAD! TWO DAYS HERE AND YOU STILL PRONOUNCE IT LIKE YOU ARE CONSTIPATED."

Reyes' bark echoed through the tunnel making the rest of you turn to them wide-eyed.

The glare Ghost shot them three made you giggle, the captain didn't keep quiet either instantly snapping at them to focus, Soap being Soap resisted the urge to laugh along and Gaz gritted his teeth at the seemingly lack of professionalism. You just smiled widely under your facemask and continued inspecting the place sneaking a wink to Gus' way, he blinked surprised.

-"Forgive their idiotic behavior, cap." Nova sighed "I've found some keys."

-"Keep 'em. We'll probably need them in the future." Price ordered ignoring the apology.

Following the tunnel your group of eight encountered an intersection. Two tunnels that went in different directions made all of you look at the map until another sound of a distant explosion caused your heads to snap to the right, guns loaded and ready.

"I wonder where we should go now..." you sarcastically said.

This time you caught Gus' amber eyes quickly adverting his gaze somewhere else with a contained smile. Curious.

Walking a little further to the right tunnel, you found a monster of a crocodile the size of the old leather couch Gaz had donated to the base a few months ago laying on the ground with an exploded tummy, it's intestines spread all across the ground, brick walls and the black waters. To your horror the animal hissed somehow still alive after triggering a mine.

-"Oh my god."

-"And they said crocodiles in Manhattan's sewers were a myth..."

-"Look at the size of that thing. What the hell do they feed on down here?"

-"Dead bodies of dumb divers probably..."

Reyes laughed "Thank you Mini-Godzilla for eating enough shit to trigger half the traps 'round here."

Ghost surprised you lowly laughing to himself. Surely he had remembered the dog pun he told you and Johnny while being chased in Las Almas.

______

The walk didn't last much longer for when your knees started protesting you found a metal door rotten by the passing of time, as Watcher-1 had said, behind the door you found the parking lot near the main building where they guarded the hostage.

The captain had split the group of eight into four teams since the building was big as hell, and although Laswell had located the signal from the phone the hostage used to send the message, the captain wanted to make sure all the building was clear to proceed with the rescue instead of throwing yourselves directly where they had secluded him.

The building was rotten all over, there weren't any traps like on the sewers and you found little enemies to neutralize in the quietest way possible.

Exploring the abandoned creepy halls in the light of day with the captain wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you felt a tingle of disappointment that he hadn't paired you up with any of the new meat SpecGru had sent.

"You are my right hand. Can't do this without ya." That's the excuse Price gave you. But you suspect he just wants to keep you on a short leash. Because who knows, maybe one day the story will repeat itself, right? Maybe you'll go crazy or run your mouth like you always do... You grit your teeth in anger. The captain and the others will not stop treating you like a radioactive isotope until you get evaluated by a professional on the base and as it turned out he was took a well-deserved vacation before you had the chance to pay him a visit.

Reyes and Ghost encounter a two-way hallway where they parted to the right while Gus and Soap went to the left, the captain and you followed upstairs and Gaz and Nova went to the other set of stairs on the opposite wall. At first you only used knives because packing gun silencers didn't mean you'd kill in total silence, and with the crazy echo this big building had thanks to the lack of forniture and thin paper walls you could easily hear the enemies talking and patrolling around. But things changed when all of you heard a gunshot downstairs followed by pained grunts and an unfamiliar voice.

"Idiot! Watch your fucking aim!"

All of you sigh in relief, shortly after Soap had slit that enemy's throat and Gus had done the same with the other before they joined you on the upper level, though in different halls.

You all cleared the building fast, or so you had thought.

You only took your eyes away for a second inspecting various cushioned rooms infested with rats, Price was a few steps ahead of you on the same hall doing the same thing with the rooms of the opposite wall until he felt hot pain hit his shoulder, he grunts in surprise alerting you instantly.

Looking further from Price was a young man with a pistol, he had this face filled with warn daring price to take another step, he hasn't spot you yet, you took advantage of this crouching a little inside the cushioned room you were previously inspecting.

-"Fatima, Bilal, Mustafa, Omar, Abdul, Salem..." The enemy listed. "I could tell you all the names of the soldiers you and your team had killed and yet you would not care. I stand here with a gun on my hand pointing at your heart and you still look uninterested... You have no souls. Disgusting animals sent to kill us all, but Duke will make you pay for what you've done. For general Ghorbrani, for major Hassan-"

-"HOUND-! KILL HIM!"

You launched forwards at your Captain's command, moving in zigzags dodging the numerous debrils, wires and junk around the floor, the moment the shocked enemy gathered his shit to point his gun at you his jaw cracked at the harsh impact you delivered with the butt of your chosen weapon instantly sending him to the ground. He screamed in pain chocking on his flowing blood but that didn't stop his trembling hands to try repositioning his pistol clearly wanting to go with a fight, though it was too late for the bastard because just as he got up you shot him on the chest at the same time rain of blood splattered to your face. Ghost had shot his head from behind when he heard the commotion. His eyes widened seeing your bloodied form appear behind the falling corpse, he froze thinking he had shot you in the head until-

"Oh come on, LT... I had it under control!" You cleansed your squinting face but you only managed to spread the blood and brain matter further. "UGH-... I need a fucking shower after this..."

Price rushed to you inspecting you pulling an equally worried Ghost aside, you did the same looking at his shoulder alarmed.

"It's just a grace, don't worry honey."

"Whatever old man... Just... Be more aware of your surroundings..."

Price shared a look with Ghost who quickly recomposed focusing on contacting Gaz, Nova and the others to keep their guard up.

"X ray down! And that's why you don't spend an eternity monologuing." Reyes humored walking in. The Canadian pushed the fallen enemy's head with the tip of his boot, his smile widening when he spotted your bloodied face.

"Gus would kill for this view~"

Nova's voice reached your earpiece "Cap. We found some makeshift cells. No enemies down 'ere."

"Copy. On our way..."

______

Walking to Gaz and Nova's position you found Gus and Soap along the way, and as Reyes had previously said, the eyes of the Rican were wide with worry until he realized you were healthy as a rose, yet his amber pearls would not leave your face for a second, not even when Price spoke or when all of you started walking. Was this guy smitten by you? It seems Reyes wasn't joking.

"Over there-" Nova pointed at the last cell to the further corner of the hall.

The Captain ordered Gus and you to investigate and Gaz and Soap to guard the entrance of the hall in case you missed an enemy while him and Ghost opened the door with some shears, Nova and Reyes were the first to go inside the pitch-black cell. Reyes lit the place with his torch and so did the captain and the lieutenant.

The body of the deceased hostage hanged from the ceiling by a metal hook that pierced his ankle. He was facing the wall before Reyes approached to angle the body to the light.

On his chest was a message that said "The hunt have just begun." Carved with a knife, the blood around the letters was dried to a very dark red almost black which meant it was scribbled long before your team arrived the building.

Nova approached the body with a perturbed face.

-"Holy shit, that's Karl... Team leader's son..."

Laswell's voice quickly reached your radios at this.

-"Is he alive?"

Ghost entered the cell. By that time all of you had turned to look inside as well.

-"Negative. He's dead, and by the looks of it, it occurred long before we arrived. The lad probably got caught sending you the text so they killed him."

The captain stomped in frustrated, then proceeded to inspect the body.

-"Sliced throat. They left a message on the body."

Price signaled Gaz to point his laptop's camera to the body letting Laswell see what all of you were seeing. She was quiet until she hummed in understatement.

"Captain!" Gus called from the other cell. Price looked to the right, sighed and left the cell to join the rican. You and Gus were inspecting a stock of documents near a laptop. Gaz entered the cell carrying his own to show Laswell the new cell.

"Sargeant Hound. Plug Garrick's laptop into the other one."

Gaz handed you a cable and you did as told, transferring every archive you could find inside it while the others swallowed the defeat in tense silence.

Soap was the first to speak up.

-"They called a name on their coms... Duke. I dunno, maybe he's the boss."

Now that you recall, the guy who tried to kill Price did mention that name.

"With a name like that he's gonna go mwaha-ha at some point, I just know it." Gus smiled at your humor.

Ghost smacked the cell's bars with frustration. "The bastard wasn't even 'ere. He must have ordered his men to pull this bullshit to call our attention."

Gaz massaged his temple placing down the laptop near you and the enemy's.

-"So he just placed this laptop filled with his malevolent plans near our target for us to find?" The brit said sarcastically.

-"Looks like it. There has to be more this than it might seem." Price hummed.

-"Maybe the target wasn't even Karl..." Nova said and all of you looked at her, her words making sense instantly.

-"Maybe WE were the target." She clarified.

-"If we are the target... Where's the ambush?" Gus voices out his anxious thoughts.

Reyes laughed bitterly.

-"That wit made us fall for it, Fuck! He even left a trail of crumbs for us to find and follow him into the devil's nest."

-"But where is this devil's nest...?" Price asked.

You lifted the laptop once you were done transferring the information and Laswell spoke up.

"Reyes is right. This... Duke, has kept a list of different locations on each archive. We must find which location he really is in and-"

You all waited a beat before the captain worriedly called out Kate whose voice went quiet as she read through the files.

-"This is serious, John. Duke isn't a nobody. He's the head of a mafia called Shiv Ka Haath, (Shiva's hand) from New India. He rules over a chain of different illegal businesses, each of them handled by people he trusts. A madam who owns the 70% of the nightclubs and brothels on the country, the head of a temple who traffics with weapons and drugs and lastly, his son, who has started his own busines organizing spectacles and fights of all kinds going from dogs, immigrants desperate for money to... even children fights. None of their names are mentioned but there's so much illegal activity listed in here...And that isn't all..."

You all listened carefully, realization hitting hard that this mission might hold more depth than you had initially thought.

"There's so much information here to investigate it's clear he wants us to find him. For now, take everything you can and go back to the base ASAP."

Price orders all of you to collect the Intel as he contacts Nikolai to take you and Karl's body back to the base.

_______

The three additions to the group sat in silence staring at the distance. They were aware the moment TL read each of their reports hell will break lose, and although this meant SpecGru will get involved on this matter, Gus allowed himself to feel a greedy relief that he'll possibly work alongside your team again in the future. If TL and Laswell approve, of course.

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[lilchickie]

Thank you @sebastianthemadlad

Wanted to draw these three like this.

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[lilchickie]

Fangs (Gus x reader)

Chapter 1. Calvary is here.

[Master list]

Slight gore/ s#xual tension

-Your team is assigned to rescue a valuable contact, things take an ugly turn. The annoying tension between you and Ghost had accompanied you for a very long time, long enough to realize there's someone else paying close attention to you.

You dreamt of mangled skin and blood dripping from your mouth.

Even in the darkness of the room you could taste it. You knew it wasn't real but you could still feel it's texture, the smell and the pained screams of Hassan Zyani. You can feel the weight of Soap's stare as he allows you to go wild ripping the terrorist quite literally to shreds with your own hands and tee, your lieutenant and mentor, Ghost, overlooking at the scene with the visor of his MCPR-300 until he decides to break the silence with a dry "target neutralized."

He was meant to take the killing shot.

Ghost was meant to kill Hassan when the terrorist intended to throw a fatally wounded Johnny out the window, but it was you who after making it to the right floor grabbed Hassan throwing him to the side with force dislocating his shoulder in the process, and instead of using your handgun or your knife to give him the quick death you were trained to give, you took a much more personal approach with a crazed look in your eyes. You ended him by ripping his throat open with your teeth.

"Wake up, Hound. Come on."

His blood was everywhere, you were coated in it. Bathed in a pool of red with your turbulent mind darkened by a thin layer of feelings, confusion about what you did, utter rage because of what he had done and what he tried to do to Johnny, a war's baptism.

(Y/n) died on that building and something else took place. A wilder more primal part of that dead woman you used to be awakened within you.

"Hound."

That's how they started calling you since then. The hound, Price's loyal dog. All because you killed that bastard Hassan as if you were an animal sinking your fangs on your prey's neck.

Larger hands shake you awake by your shoulders, your eyes flutter open and you are quick to spot a giant skull mask glaring down at you.

"Mgh... My god, Simon... Can't you wake me with a kiss? Is this how you wake every lady you sleep with?"You joke referring to your quick nap in separate beds.

Your lieutenant gives you a nasty side-eye hiding his amusement while collecting your gear from the floor and throwing it your way. You catch it with a huff then you put it on as you look around the hotel room Laswell had rented for your unit to crash in while you waited for the backup to arrive so you could begin the mission. Ghost then growled "Not happening. Also don't spill your wishes out loud, Sargeant. I don't have t'remind ya that fraternizing with your lieutenant is strictly prohibited." Ghost hoarsely says looking at himself in the mirror from the vanity near the door. He's probably checking on the black paint around his eyes.

"But are we not allowed to get a boner out of thinking 'bout it, sir?"

"Touché." He clicks his tongue.

Ghost will never say it, but he fucking loves when you get this foxy out of nowhere, out of the lot of you, (aside from Johnny) you are the one who appreciates more his dark humour and he adores the way it perfectly fits yours.

You wheeze out a laugh and rush to meet him at the door of your shared room "Come on, LT. To deny our biological needs SHOULDN'T be a prohibition, don't ya think?"

Ghost snorts, you march down the hall, his bulky body eating up most of your field of view.

"Masturbation between teammates could be an amazing bonding exercise! Picture it!"

He gives you a glance "I can picture that alright..."

You smack his back grinning "No, no, but take this seriously. Imagine the captain-"

Ghost abruptly stops when you reach the stairs to the lower floor making you bump against his back, he turns around, slightly lowers himself to your level and carefully takes your hands with his to then lean in weirdly close.

"You just killed the magic with one word." That earned a laugh from you, he continued.

"Listen. Price, Gaz n' Soap are in the other room with the three other operators from SpecGru. Remember what I told ya?"

You sigh and put on your metallic facemask that resembled a dog's growling snout before listing: "Stay professional, keep a low profile and don't talk unless it's needed."

Ghost nods and you fix him a sassy smile under your mask "Since when did you decide to baby me?"

-"Since you ran yer fucking mouth and confirmed the rumours were true-"

-"That only happend once and I was drunk, come on..''

-"Once is all you need for people to keep bringin' up the bloody topic. Now they know for certain it was you and not me who killed Hassan and how you did it." Ghost spat poking your chest with an accusatory finger.

You looked up at him in challenge, he didn't waver but you notice his breaths turning a bit heavy once you got a step closer.

"I can play nice if you want me to." Ghost's response is silence and you speak lowly and careful this time.

"Simon, you know I can take the cold Sargeant role like I was made for it, right? Come on, don't fret, everything will be alright." You are whispering now because you are not dumb, you know the effect you have on Ghost. Your lieutenant has known you for long enough to know you are just toying with him and yet...

"...I know you can." His biological needs haven't been satiated in nearly a year and never by you. His star pupil and closest friend, someone he could trust yet never had intimated with, not in that level at least. As he said, it's strictly prohibited to fraternize.

You slowly nod taking pride on his dilated pupils and slowly move to take the hand he was using to point at your chest lifting it to your face so that he is now covering your mask over your mouth "You have me muzzled, LT. There's nothing I can do but obey. I'll behave like your favorite Sargeant, as always." He shivered but played it off by shoving your face away annoyed, you crackled maliciously.

"You are Insufferable."

_____

-"They had demonized her..."

-"Demonized her!? She ripped a guy's throat with her fucking mouth, Gustavo-"

-"It wasn't just any guy. Also that's rad as fuck, not gonna lie."

-"Reyes you are not helping!"

-"Good! Because I don't intend to help. Befriend the rabid bitch! The crazier the better right? Considering our line of work answer this: What's better? To have a crazy-dangerous ally or a crazy-dangerous foe?"

Nova pursed her lips as Reyes shot her a look that said "period."

Gus forces a tight-lipped smile "That about answers itself, hermano."

Ghost and you had walked to Price's room door where you were supposed to wait for him and the others but apparently the calvary had gotten in beforehand and decided to wait inside. You shared a look of surprise with the lieutenant, he lowly ordered you to wait outside to go in once the rest of the 141 arrived from the hotel's lobby where they were talking with Kate, but you played dumb and opened the door as casually as you could leaving an irritated Ghost following after you.

You two stand there in the now open door, the three operators sitting on the only bed looked up at you like three kids who just got caught doing something they shouldn't.

"Carry on. I love to eavesdrop." You humored.

The three of them looked your age, maybe a bit younger. A black woman with vitiligo, Nova, looked up at you filled with intimidation and weariness, to her left sat a man of pale skin and dark brown hair smiling widely with dark admiration and next to him there was a South American man with black, curly hair under a beret with a big moustache.

Once he saw your eyes lay upon him, the latin straightened his back. His golden eyes lit with recognition until his face contorted to a mix of his fellow partners' expressions. He looked awestruck, his golden orbes held a very noticeable admiration yet you didn't miss the nervous tremble on his hands before he hid them behind him in order to get up from his sitting position. You couldn't tell if he was excited or frightened.

Probably the latter judging by conversation you heard they were having plus your reputation...

"Sargeant Hound-...! My name's Gustavo Rodriguez, Costa Rican operator from SpecGru's private military company at your- at Captain Price's service." He explained, his body going rigid trying to show his respect.

"Gus, right? I saw your file on our way to Manhattan. What's a cop doing in the military?"

He could have very well turned into a tomato the moment he heard you had seen his file, Gus was quick to respond a little louder than before in order to muffle his partner's laughter at this whole interaction.

"I aimed to protect my country from cartel, mi sargento. But with no army where I live, once I turned of age i had to join la Fuerza Pública for five years until I was invited to join Costa Rica's Special Intervention Unit, which is uh... An Elite team tasked with matters of national security and reporting directly to the Minister of the Presidency."

You smiled amused and a little taken aback by his passionate spirit. "Until?"

You knew there was more to the story, after all he wasn't in Costa Rica. He was shoulder deep in the Terrorist shit your own task force was ordered to clean.

Fuck, SpecGru wasn't even supposed to be involved until Laswell magically appeared with the news that these three fools were contracted to help and support your team on this seemingly tedious mission.

-"Until two years ago when SpecGru was founded."

-"An opportunist, are you?"

-"Bueno, I like to say I'm ambitious. For the good of the people, of course... Not to impress your captain with a good CV."

You laughed at this, Gus smiled in delight instantly enamoured with the sound of your laughter.

Five years as a cop plus three in Costa Rica's SIU and two more years in SpecGru considering he entered the academy fast as hell equals twenty six years... How old was this sexy chunk of meat?

-"And how old are you?"

-"Just turned thirty, señorita."

-"Admirable. Happy birthday." You couldn't help but praise.

Your teasing nature quieted down at the presence of a promising lad working along your unit.

Gus smiled softly then, a sigh of relief scaping his plump lips. It felt good to be acknowledged by your idols.

You heard Ghost scoff behind you, Gus' two companions watch him incredulous because of his short (probably prepared) speech.

You ate up his delighted reaction trying to contain the toothy smile from under your facemask and slowly walked closer to him with a curious glint in your eyes and a small swing in your step. Gus didn't move a muscle, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What do you specialize in, soldado?"

Hearing his mother's tongue from the one and only Sargeant Hound from the 141 he has heard so much about since he joined SpecGru made a shiver run up his spine.

"In hostage rescue and asset protection..."

Ghost looks down his watch inpatient to get this over with. Reyes, the other operator sees his opportunity to jump into the conversation seemingly as eager to interact with Hassan's butcher.

"Apologies for my brother in arms' fanboy moment. He was excited to meet you, after all... You could say we've got money on our pockets thanks to your bite." The Canadian jest with a teasing tone matching yours, he sounds so sure of himself you knew already this guy was one hot headed mother fucker with an ego that paired up well with Gus' humble nature and Nova's head-on-the-ground attitude.

-"Mind explaining that, um..."

-"Enzo Reyes, ma'am. Reyes for shorts."

You nod expectant. Reyes clears his throat.

"SpecGru and KorTac were founded after Hassan's death, your execution, as diabolical as everyone puts it, benefitted us greatly. So thank you, you crazy, cannibalistic bitch for giving us a job."

Your eyes widen at the crude wording, Gus looks away with a defeated sigh, Nova elbows Reyes' arm with so much force he smacks her arm back with a growl. Ghost did not like that one bit deciding to step up making his presence known in the room, anger emanate from his body mixing with the tense atmosphere.

"I like this guy." You laugh quickly dissipating the tension. You missed Nova's sigh of relief.

All of you quickly got alerted by the dry coughs of Price who stepped inside the crowded room with Gaz and Soap following behind. Ghost left space for his captain but you didn't, resulting in Price gently guiding your careless self to follow him with a hand in your lower back, like a father with a toddler. The captain sighed looking around the room making sure all of you were there.

-"I see we missed first introductions. Whatever, we can get started now that we're all 'ere."

-"About bloody time..." Ghost whispered and you snorted.

As the captain explained the situation, the three SpecGru operators stared analyzing your group.

All of you were attentive to your captain quickly leaving aside your shenanigans to pay attention to every word he said. After the hell all of you had gone through it was clear your loyalty to Price was unbreakable. Lord knows life has given you chances to leave the task force but none of you took them because you believed in what you were doing, because you believed in Johnathan Price, because you were proud to be part of something bigger than yourselves to help people around the world neutralizing threats so the future generations could live a more peaceful life.

Gus couldn't feel more admiration than he already did, his heart swell with pride and eagerness to work along you and he could already picture himself in the future begging Laswell and his Team Leaders to allow Nova, Reyes and himself the chance to work with you again.

The focused look in your beautiful, hypnotic eyes dragged the Rican back to the present.

To summer things up, one of Kate's valuable contacts from New York had gotten captured by an unknown enemy ready to be flown from Manhattan to another location she was still trying to figure.

The reason you needed these three other operators was because their german TL (Team Leader) was related to this particular objective. Stressed about the safety of his family member he sent three operators he personally chose to aid the 141 on the rescue as the hostage was equally important to both teams. Not to mention the amount of crucial information the hostage had.

Laswell had informed Price that the captured victim managed to send her a message saying he had heard something about being transported somewhere near LaGuardia airport until they could escort him to a secured plane.

"The message was sent from this location." Price said.

Gaz shows you the tablet he was tapping on. The pad reveals pictures of an abandoned psychiatric hospital in the middle of a gigantic clearing a few kilometers away from the airport they planned to take the hostage.

-"Easy to spot us in such clearing..." Soap observes.

-"We could infiltrate in the night. Use the darkness to our benefit." Offered Gaz.

-"Nah, that's still too risky, they'd probably had transported the lad by the time we get there." Debated Reyes.

-"Besides, we would be risking the hostage's life if we wait any longer for night to fall..." Nova finally spoke.

The captain cracked his knuckles, his eyes fuxed on the tablet until he shot Gus a look of expectancy. He too had read his file judging by the way he expected him to suggest something, the Rican had enough experience at hostage rescue to know a better strategy. Don't underestimate the captain, he already had a plan to offer but he wanted to give the three new additions some time to prove themselves.

Gus brushes his moustache in thought. "The sewers." He mutters, one gloved finger pointed to one miniature in the sea of images from the tablet, the miniature showed a complete map of the underground tunnels that crossed the area. Soap agreed with a click of his tongue and a nod.

Price smiled widely, his eyes crinkling.

-"We'll use the sewers."

-"I bet they know we'll use 'em to get there." You said, Gus nods and Price replies:

-"They sure as hell know we'll do. But they don't know how many we are."

-"Or who we are." Ghost said with determination.

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Diving through Manhattan's sewers was like walking around an scenario from one of those old horror games you play with Johnny on his ps2.

Not to mention it was confusing as hell... There were tunnels everywhere, Laswell had warned you about this and to pay careful attention to the map as well as the river of shit that ran through the tunnels, apparently this stinky nightmare of a place was plagued with crocodiles. No joke.

To make the trip even more fun, Soap had spotted a trap at the beginning of one particular tunnel that stink worse than the others and you instantly knew this was the one you had to take to get to the clearing.

-"That tunnel will get you to the parking lot behind the main building. Find a hole to crawl out of and get in there as quick as possible." Laswell's voice resonated from your radios.

-"Understood."

You could feel someone's eyes on you the whole time. And although you always pretended to bask on any attention given, feeling someone's eyes on you constantly made you tick. So multiple times you had turned around only to find Gus looking elsewhere and Ghost keeping watch on the waters in case any croc decided to welcome all of you.

A distant booming sound made you all stop on your tracks pointing your guns ahead. Something had triggered a trap.

-"Probably a crocodile." Said Soap.

-"Or an enemy..." Smirked Reyes.

-"What's the difference?" You asked.

Your earpiece buzzed "For starters, the crocodiles don't have the brains nor the need to kidnap one of my most valuable contacts." Joked Kate.

The captain stopped all of you minutes after.

You all pointed your torches ahead, a litter of corpses spread across the tunnel.

-"We've got corpses 'round here." Gaz informed Laswell.

-"The hostage?" She asked, nervousness lazed on her voice.

The group begun inspecting the dead bodies, clear victims of various traps and mines around the place that the waters had dragged to your direction and got stuck in the junk and shit in the ground.

Most of them were dressing in matching dark clothes, others in casual wear, probably civilians who decided to dive a little too far where they shouldn't.

The ones with dark clothes held fire weapons, other than that they had nothing else.

"No trace of the objective so far..." You informed before the radio caught Laswell's sigh of relief.

Nova spotted one particular body at the further corner of the pit that caught her eye. She sat next to it, inspecting it's pockets with concentration until she stopped to wiggle on her spot.

-"Wot' am I sitting on?" Nova rose her bum only to stumble forwards with a yelp at the realization that she had fully planted her ass on an enemy's corpse. -"Shame it wasn't his face." She blurted out making Reyes snort.

-"The smell would have killed the lad instantly. But nothing compares to the smell of Manhattan's sewers...Worst mission of my fucking life."

-"It's Man-ah-Hatan, idiota" Gus wrongly corrected a few steps behind you. He was so close his sweet cologne almost covered the smell of shit.

"MANHATTAN, DICKHEAD! TWO DAYS HERE AND YOU STILL PRONOUNCE IT LIKE YOU ARE CONSTIPATED."

Reyes' bark echoed through the tunnel making the rest of you turn to them wide-eyed.

The glare Ghost shot them three made you giggle, the captain didn't keep quiet either instantly snapping at them to focus, Soap being Soap resisted the urge to laugh along and Gaz gritted his teeth at the seemingly lack of professionalism. You just smiled widely under your facemask and continued inspecting the place sneaking a wink to Gus' way, he blinked surprised.

-"Forgive their idiotic behavior, cap." Nova sighed "I've found some keys."

-"Keep 'em. We'll probably need them in the future." Price ordered ignoring the apology.

Following the tunnel your group of eight encountered an intersection. Two tunnels that went in different directions made all of you look at the map until another sound of a distant explosion caused your heads to snap to the right, guns loaded and ready.

"I wonder where we should go now..." you sarcastically said.

This time you caught Gus' amber eyes quickly adverting his gaze somewhere else with a contained smile. Curious.

Walking a little further to the right tunnel, you found a monster of a crocodile the size of the old leather couch Gaz had donated to the base a few months ago laying on the ground with an exploded tummy, it's intestines spread all across the ground, brick walls and the black waters. To your horror the animal hissed somehow still alive after triggering a mine.

-"Oh my god."

-"And they said crocodiles in Manhattan's sewers were a myth..."

-"Look at the size of that thing. What the hell do they feed on down here?"

-"Dead bodies of dumb divers probably..."

Reyes laughed "Thank you Mini-Godzilla for eating enough shit to trigger half the traps 'round here."

Ghost surprised you lowly laughing to himself. Surely he had remembered the dog pun he told you and Johnny while being chased in Las Almas.

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The walk didn't last much longer for when your knees started protesting you found a metal door rotten by the passing of time, as Watcher-1 had said, behind the door you found the parking lot near the main building where they guarded the hostage.

The captain had split the group of eight into four teams since the building was big as hell, and although Laswell had located the signal from the phone the hostage used to send the message, the captain wanted to make sure all the building was clear to proceed with the rescue instead of throwing yourselves directly where they had secluded him.

The building was rotten all over, there weren't any traps like on the sewers and you found little enemies to neutralize in the quietest way possible.

Exploring the abandoned creepy halls in the light of day with the captain wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you felt a tingle of disappointment that he hadn't paired you up with any of the new meat SpecGru had sent.

"You are my right hand. Can't do this without ya." That's the excuse Price gave you. But you suspect he just wants to keep you on a short leash. Because who knows, maybe one day the story will repeat itself, right? Maybe you'll go crazy or run your mouth like you always do... You grit your teeth in anger. The captain and the others will not stop treating you like a radioactive isotope until you get evaluated by a professional on the base and as it turned out he was took a well-deserved vacation before you had the chance to pay him a visit.

Reyes and Ghost encounter a two-way hallway where they parted to the right while Gus and Soap went to the left, the captain and you followed upstairs and Gaz and Nova went to the other set of stairs on the opposite wall. At first you only used knives because packing gun silencers didn't mean you'd kill in total silence, and with the crazy echo this big building had thanks to the lack of forniture and thin paper walls you could easily hear the enemies talking and patrolling around. But things changed when all of you heard a gunshot downstairs followed by pained grunts and an unfamiliar voice.

"Idiot! Watch your fucking aim!"

All of you sigh in relief, shortly after Soap had slit that enemy's throat and Gus had done the same with the other before they joined you on the upper level, though in different halls.

You all cleared the building fast, or so you had thought.

You only took your eyes away for a second inspecting various cushioned rooms infested with rats, Price was a few steps ahead of you on the same hall doing the same thing with the rooms of the opposite wall until he felt hot pain hit his shoulder, he grunts in surprise alerting you instantly.

Looking further from Price was a young man with a pistol, he had this face filled with warn daring price to take another step, he hasn't spot you yet, you took advantage of this crouching a little inside the cushioned room you were previously inspecting.

-"Fatima, Bilal, Mustafa, Omar, Abdul, Salem..." The enemy listed. "I could tell you all the names of the soldiers you and your team had killed and yet you would not care. I stand here with a gun on my hand pointing at your heart and you still look uninterested... You have no souls. Disgusting animals sent to kill us all, but Duke will make you pay for what you've done. For general Ghorbrani, for major Hassan-"

-"HOUND-! KILL HIM!"

You launched forwards at your Captain's command, moving in zigzags dodging the numerous debrils, wires and junk around the floor, the moment the shocked enemy gathered his shit to point his gun at you his jaw cracked at the harsh impact you delivered with the butt of your chosen weapon instantly sending him to the ground. He screamed in pain chocking on his flowing blood but that didn't stop his trembling hands to try repositioning his pistol clearly wanting to go with a fight, though it was too late for the bastard because just as he got up you shot him on the chest at the same time rain of blood splattered to your face. Ghost had shot his head from behind when he heard the commotion. His eyes widened seeing your bloodied form appear behind the falling corpse, he froze thinking he had shot you in the head until-

"Oh come on, LT... I had it under control!" You cleansed your squinting face but you only managed to spread the blood and brain matter further. "UGH-... I need a fucking shower after this..."

Price rushed to you inspecting you pulling an equally worried Ghost aside, you did the same looking at his shoulder alarmed.

"It's just a grace, don't worry honey."

"Whatever old man... Just... Be more aware of your surroundings..."

Price shared a look with Ghost who quickly recomposed focusing on contacting Gaz, Nova and the others to keep their guard up.

"X ray down! And that's why you don't spend an eternity monologuing." Reyes humored walking in. The Canadian pushed the fallen enemy's head with the tip of his boot, his smile widening when he spotted your bloodied face.

"Gus would kill for this view~"

Nova's voice reached your earpiece "Cap. We found some makeshift cells. No enemies down 'ere."

"Copy. On our way..."

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Walking to Gaz and Nova's position you found Gus and Soap along the way, and as Reyes had previously said, the eyes of the Rican were wide with worry until he realized you were healthy as a rose, yet his amber pearls would not leave your face for a second, not even when Price spoke or when all of you started walking. Was this guy smitten by you? It seems Reyes wasn't joking.

"Over there-" Nova pointed at the last cell to the further corner of the hall.

The Captain ordered Gus and you to investigate and Gaz and Soap to guard the entrance of the hall in case you missed an enemy while him and Ghost opened the door with some shears, Nova and Reyes were the first to go inside the pitch-black cell. Reyes lit the place with his torch and so did the captain and the lieutenant.

The body of the deceased hostage hanged from the ceiling by a metal hook that pierced his ankle. He was facing the wall before Reyes approached to angle the body to the light.

On his chest was a message that said "The hunt have just begun." Carved with a knife, the blood around the letters was dried to a very dark red almost black which meant it was scribbled long before your team arrived the building.

Nova approached the body with a perturbed face.

-"Holy shit, that's Karl... Team leader's son..."

Laswell's voice quickly reached your radios at this.

-"Is he alive?"

Ghost entered the cell. By that time all of you had turned to look inside as well.

-"Negative. He's dead, and by the looks of it, it occurred long before we arrived. The lad probably got caught sending you the text so they killed him."

The captain stomped in frustrated, then proceeded to inspect the body.

-"Sliced throat. They left a message on the body."

Price signaled Gaz to point his laptop's camera to the body letting Laswell see what all of you were seeing. She was quiet until she hummed in understatement.

"Captain!" Gus called from the other cell. Price looked to the right, sighed and left the cell to join the rican. You and Gus were inspecting a stock of documents near a laptop. Gaz entered the cell carrying his own to show Laswell the new cell.

"Sargeant Hound. Plug Garrick's laptop into the other one."

Gaz handed you a cable and you did as told, transferring every archive you could find inside it while the others swallowed the defeat in tense silence.

Soap was the first to speak up.

-"They called a name on their coms... Duke. I dunno, maybe he's the boss."

Now that you recall, the guy who tried to kill Price did mention that name.

"With a name like that he's gonna go mwaha-ha at some point, I just know it." Gus smiled at your humor.

Ghost smacked the cell's bars with frustration. "The bastard wasn't even 'ere. He must have ordered his men to pull this bullshit to call our attention."

Gaz massaged his temple placing down the laptop near you and the enemy's.

-"So he just placed this laptop filled with his malevolent plans near our target for us to find?" The brit said sarcastically.

-"Looks like it. There has to be more this than it might seem." Price hummed.

-"Maybe the target wasn't even Karl..." Nova said and all of you looked at her, her words making sense instantly.

-"Maybe WE were the target." She clarified.

-"If we are the target... Where's the ambush?" Gus voices out his anxious thoughts.

Reyes laughed bitterly.

-"That wit made us fall for it, Fuck! He even left a trail of crumbs for us to find and follow him into the devil's nest."

-"But where is this devil's nest...?" Price asked.

You lifted the laptop once you were done transferring the information and Laswell spoke up.

"Reyes is right. This... Duke, has kept a list of different locations on each archive. We must find which location he really is in and-"

You all waited a beat before the captain worriedly called out Kate whose voice went quiet as she read through the files.

-"This is serious, John. Duke isn't a nobody. He's the head of a mafia called Shiv Ka Haath, (Shiva's hand) from New India. He rules over a chain of different illegal businesses, each of them handled by people he trusts. A madam who owns the 70% of the nightclubs and brothels on the country, the head of a temple who traffics with weapons and drugs and lastly, his son, who has started his own busines organizing spectacles and fights of all kinds going from dogs, immigrants desperate for money to... even children fights. None of their names are mentioned but there's so much illegal activity listed in here...And that isn't all..."

You all listened carefully, realization hitting hard that this mission might hold more depth than you had initially thought.

"There's so much information here to investigate it's clear he wants us to find him. For now, take everything you can and go back to the base ASAP."

Price orders all of you to collect the Intel as he contacts Nikolai to take you and Karl's body back to the base.

_______

The three additions to the group sat in silence staring at the distance. They were aware the moment TL read each of their reports hell will break lose, and although this meant SpecGru will get involved on this matter, Gus allowed himself to feel a greedy relief that he'll possibly work alongside your team again in the future. If TL and Laswell approve, of course.

#gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #call of duty modern warfare #mi osito gordito #cod #call of duty #gus x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #gus

[lilchickie]

Enemies to lovers with König and witty reader? I don't know if you also write about him so imma leave this here

Answering two anons at the same time lmao

Say my name

(König x witty! Reader)

🐥 The first time König appeared on my drafts was when I was making my last Reyes x Reader fic and um... I kind of wanted to keep doing lmao so here it is. Sorry for my broken English-

Angst/ SOCIAL ANXIETY/ slight nsfw/ open ending (if you guys want a part two and this short gets some attention)

⚠️ I still picture Lee Pace as König ⚠️

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They say you transfered from SpecGru to KorTac because you simply wanted a change of airs. But it couldn't be that simple. Why were you so simple?

As antisocial as he seemed to be, König was well aware that a bond between teammates was needed in order to sync and function properly during missions. He wasn't the best at striking up conversations and never intended to improve on this aspect either, often trying to figure people out from the distance, he only approached them if he had questions about their character. Horangi once said it was weird but König frankly didn't care about what was socially accepted or not, he just made the effort to know his team because it was expected of him, and as great as it would be to have friends, he struggled socializing and had given up trying ages ago. König was paid to kill, not to make friends. And as far as his interactions went with his teammates, the only one who gets his game and could be considered his friend is Horangi. But you?

He had tried to investigate you, even going as far as using his position as colonel to gather as much information from your background to understand you without having to make any awkward approach. But nothing he found explained why you changed factions or why you behaved the way you did. You had a normal childhood, went to a good school, graduated being top of your class... Jesus you had a rabbit called Mr. Whiskers, even the deepest info given was borely normal. No trace of trauma or any mental disorder.

König begun studying you like a biologist would to a newfound species and got more and more invested and frustrated the more information he gathered, because he simply couldn't excuse your... Well, your everything.

He approaches you one time during morning drills, looks you up and down as you stretched, ignores the flirty comment you shot his way, because what the fuck is your problem? You don't know him. Then König proceeded to mouth the first thing he ever said to you, one of the main questions he had on his head as to why you would behave so strangely. And it goes like this: "Do you have any mental illness, hm?"

"I might have, yeah."

And you said it so casually. Do you, though? Are you being sarcastic or... God he hates you. Why can't he figure you out!? Why do you smile at him so much? Why do you flirt so much with him? Do you flirt with the others the way you do with him?

That new question made him observe your body language around others and listen carefully to any interaction you had and found nothing but your enchanting witty self. Of course you teased other members, but never so bluntly like the way you flirt with him. The colonel felt weirdly relieved at this. Maybe he liked the attention given? Scratch that, or course not!

One time after a tiring mission in Barcelona, Spain, König approached you with a bottle of water, you thanked him with a wink and he watched you swallow the whole thing before he proceeded to ask you the second question that plagued his mind: "Do you perhaps hide some secret trauma that permanently changed your behaviour, using sarcasm, smirks and jokes to protect your scared inner child in order to not get hurt again?"

"Hmmm... The day I found out my mother was Santa Claus I went bananas, but I wouldn't say it scarred me for life. Do ya want an M&M, colonel?"

He fucking hates you. He hates you. König aggressively snatched a handful of M&M's and stormed away. That night he swore he could hear your laugh echoing inside his head. Why couldn't you leave his fucking mind? What was it with you? Were you doing it on purpose?

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You were definitely doing it on purpose.

You have to be patient with König. But he was so hilarious and scary, it thrilled you to watch the two meter tall behemoth of a man walk near you and sneak watchful, calculated glances your way when he thought you weren't looking. If someone dared to ask, you'd easily answer with the honesty everyone knew you posses: You'd fuck König without a thought.

He's so feral in battle, so demanding and intimidating on the comms. His ridiculous voice made him all the more adorable contrasting with his appearance. Oh fuck that. Even his appearance was ridiculous, he looked like the red guy from that creepy show called "Don't hug me, I'm scared" or one of those executioners from the Shrek movie. But he was HOT, with that slutty waist accentuated by his bulky back, those long slender arms that could lift anything on his way, you saw him lift a fucking car a few inches so an injured woman could scape, and as she cried of relief you could feel your pussy crying as well at the sight. And oh his hands... The way he used them, so elegantly but rough, they'd make a beautiful necklace. His voice, as unfitting as it sounded coming from this KorTac monster, made you itch to hear more, his accent was so attractive that it quickly made you addicted to sound of it and your brain pondered on how he'd sound while doing other things. Lucky you, when the stars aligned and you two coincided in the gym you made sure to be close enough to hear the quiet grunts and sighs from the colonel as he trained, to your surprise he never moved away as if he knew what you were doing and thought nothing much of it. Safe to say, you'd gladly eat whatever interaction König graced you with with a speck of salt.

Though, when you begun paying attention to the details (because it was hard to guess his thoughts without seeing his face) You noticed a few things about the colonel that indicated he had a severe case of social anxiety. The way he self isolated, how he forced himself to interact with people resulting in very awkward conversations that led to him coming up as rude to what he got frustrated and scaped the scene, how he loved his job because you were convinced that he thought he was only good at killing. That made you wonder if he had other hobbies... It's funny to imagine a tall, muscly guy like him baking or making origamis.

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Today you saw the ultimate signal that your big crush wasn't a people's person.

You two were on a meeting with some other KorTac members. König was peeling an apple and had finished it rather quickly as all of you spoke, but he spent ten minutes with the remnants of the fruit slowly browning and drying on his hand, so you decided to test your theory by walking to the near trash can to throw a random paper you crumbled quickly, after a few seconds König abruptly stood up to throw the dried fruit remnant, the tall Austrian glanced your way before he sat again and kept to himself. Okay, so judging by this and how stiff he looks, König doesn't know exactly what to do with his body around people, he needed an excuse to stand up and throw the finished apple so he waited for anyone to use the trash can to go after, BUT he waited a few seconds to stand so he wouldn't look like he was waiting. Must be stressful to be on his shoes. Interesting, but maybe you were overthinking too much, so you decided to do a final test that would definitely tell you if what you thought was right. You didn't want to come to this unless it was really necessary... You'll probably have to apologize later.

You directed all the attention to König by asking a number of things, (obviously work related) that caught the attention of everyone in the room taking the poor colonel by surprise, his cristal blue eyes widened for a minute before he composed himself answering everything you asked with a professional tone until you spotted the tremble on his hands, poor König noticed your attention drift to his hands so he slid them under the table. That's how you knew it. He couldn't handle being the center of attention for prolonged amounts of time. Your poor baby...

You gave him a sympathetic look that again took him by surprise, but by that time König had called the meeting over, gathered his things and walked out before you could approach him.

Damn you and your stupid beautiful voice and worried eyes trying to comfort him discreetly.

Gloved hands fidgeted with the bracelet on his wrist. König remembers the little girl who gifted him said thing. The day him and his team rescued her and some other orphans from a building about to explode, the worried colonel spent a few minutes comforting the little girl until she pulled the orange bracelet from her small SpongeBob backpack, he chuckled at the gesture and had never taken it off since. They even shared some letters from time to time, he held a piece of little Astrid in the form of a cute bracelet and she held a piece of him in the form of sweet spoken letters.

König saw her kind eyes in yours and it squeezed his heart so much he felt suffocated. Why would a teasing little vixen like you have such kind, gorgeous eyes? It was weirdly comforting that someone would look at him so softly like he wasn't a monster for once after so long.

His heart begun beating faster, his head was so full of questions about you it infuriated him. Long legs carried the colonel to the gym absentmindedly, like his body craved to ease some tension, but at the last minute he turned to the left corridor further from the gym, went to the right and finally approached the shooting range's door.

"Scheibe..." König cursed lowly, he could have very well bursted the door out of it's hinges, his gloved hand (still a bit shaky) took his favorite riffle from the top right corner of the shelf while he shot a backward kick to push the metallic door closed. He spent fourteen minutes shooting targets while mauling at your last interaction, rage swirled his insides and yet he couldn't fully hate you for asking questions, after all it was work-related, and the last soft gaze you gave him spoke volumes that you didn't want to advert all the attention to him out of malice. König was reloading his sniper rifle when he heard a gentle thud indicating someone had entered the room.

"You'd make an amazing sniper." You spoke softly trying not to startle him.

"You come to mock me? Laugh all you like. I'm well aware I'm too huge to be a sniper." He spoke in resentment over his shoulder before redirecting his focused gaze to the target ahead.

"I always say size doesn't matter! As long as you know how to handle your weapon, you'll make any girl blush."

Your dark humour takes König by surprise and he misses the dummy's head, he tries to hold back the chuckle that threatened to spill from his hidden lips. Luckily the shirt he wore as a mask shielded his face enough to make it look like he was holding in a cough or a sneeze but you weren't stupid. When he turns to face you placing the riffle to the near table he gets startled by how close you are, the smirk accompanying your lips as you weaseled close to his very sacred personal space made him curse lowly in his mother's tongue. The tall Austrian stepped back and you rose your hands in mocking defeat.

"Alright, I get it, personal space. Jus' wanted to hear ya laugh..."

"I didn't." He hisses.

"Didn't ya? I thought I heard it, must have been the wind."

Your sarcasm often infuriated König who never seemed to get a good grip on his English, so it was hard for him to detect when you were being serious or just pulling his leg. His hands flex on his sides, tiny waist move side to side as he balances his weight before he crosses his arms and leans his back to the wall. König raises a brow when your smirk morphed into a sincere apologetic smile as you admired his stance six feet apart from him.

"I'm sorry for what happened back there." You said honestly, he sucked in a breath. "Didn't want t' put ya on the spot."

The Colonel's cerulean eyes widen in surprise before directing his gaze to your tank top blinking rapidly. It was easier to listen if he wasn't looking directly at your eyes. "König..." Your voice was honey making shivers run up his spine and his skin erupt in goosebumps, his hands trembled even when he fisted them on his crossed stance. "Why don't we start again? Call me paranoid, but I feel like there's tension between us and not the type I'd like."

König wasn't shy, he wasn't, but that last line of yours made him feel like it, and it wasn't an ugly feeling? But it was a little uncomfortable, foreign, it squeezed his heart in a suffocating way, his hands were clammy, he felt weirdly light like if it wasn't for his tapping foot on the floor he'd float away. König understood what you were saying and it comforted him that you were on the same page, the weird unsteadiness between the two of you becoming rather unbearable and a constant topic on both your minds, it was relieving that you thought the same way. Suddenly the ugly anger he had for you quieted down.

The colonel lifted his hand your way offering you a handshake you took with mirth.

"I'm colonel König. Y-you are...?"

"Goddamn. Ain't your parents bit' egotistical? Namin' their baby boy 'king' in their native language." You say with a snicker shaking his hand. He takes it back abruptly but you don't flinch. "I'm Sargeant (c/n). My name is (y/n) (l/n). Is König the name written on your birth certificate or were you called somethin' else?" You press.

König is taken aback by this. When was the last time someone had asked the colonel his name?

"I am..." It tasted foreign on his tongue, like he had forgotten the sound of it, the taste of his own name on his tongue. "My name is Andreas Dobler. That's... That's my name." His name wasn't König, he remembers the man he left behind all those years back, the man under the dark cloak. Before things went to shit, before becoming colonel König.

"Andreas. What a curious name, never heard of it-"

"Say my name again." König interrupts. His voice weak but demanding and desperate. He loved it. He loved the sound of his name on your lips. It was strange, sweet... Arousing, even.

You blinked angling your head up to take a better look at his half-lid eyes. This time König didn't look away, your eyes met and suddenly the ugly tension from before was morphing into another type of tension, your heart beats faster in sync with his. You didn't know you were getting closer until König placed a hand on your waist and then the other, not pushing, not pulling, he simply laid them there and it came so naturally, your playful smile wavered slightly as your hands landed on his shoulders, he shivers. You tilted your head to the side and he was so lost in you, your aroma, your eyes, your lips, your touch, he didn't realize he was returning the head tilt.

Your lips parted, pink tongue darting to hydrate your dry lips until your pearls were visible from the gap, and his eyes catch every movement your mouth makes when you whisper "Andreas."

"Again."

"Andreas-"

"Again..."

"...Andreas..." Your hands slowly move to his chest, his breath hitches. His name has never sounded so sensual whispered by anyone's mouth. You were... You...

"You..." He isn't sure what to say. You are not sure either, suddenly your wit has abandoned you it seems. "You intrigue me." He decides to huff out, accent heavily pronounced.

There's a thousand thoughts swirling on König's mind, he has shared his name but it suddenly didn't feel enough, he wanted to show you who he was, his past, his thoughts, his hopes and dreams, even his face. How can a simple woman like you make König feel so much? Because you were no simple woman. That's why when he felt your small hands slide up his chest to the hem of the shirt that composed his mask, König didn't tense up, in fact, his shoulders relaxed embracing the touch of your fingers gently feeling his neck under the cloth, his stubble, his chin, his high cheeks... Gloved hands grab your wrists.

You stop, still looking up at him noticing the heaving of his chest and how lost in awe his gaze seemed.

"Not yet?"

"I-i... Do not..." Mind. He didn't want to refuse your touch but at the same time it was so overwhelming.

You give a small nod, König lets go of your wrists and you take this opportunity to nuzzle his cheeks, he gasps landing his hands on your waist once more, squeezing the flesh over your tank top. The feeling of your fingers on his face was so foreign it felt like you were touching a piece of his soul.

"Don't you worry, darling..." König lets out a small whimper at this. "I'm rushing things ain' I? We were just getting on the first name basis and I had to screw it all..." You wanted to sound apologetic, you promise, but it was so hard when your colonel was practically purring at the feeling of your soft hands scratching his stubble.

König was putty on your hands, he has never felt this way. His cheeks burn in embarrassment, he tries to move back but remembers he's already against the wall, and you, a small thing like you have him cornered like a honey badger hunting a lion. His lip wobbles and he tilts his head to the side as he feels your hands massage and explore his neck and jaw in long, gentle motions.

"Shy lil' thing... Aren't you pretty hiding under there? Maybe you are too beautiful to allow anyone the pleasure of a simple look. Like a sweet Ferrero Roche firmly wrapped and ready to be eaten." You whisper, voice raspy before you chuckle when his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. Your body is now pressed compleatly against his, your dear colonel's hands tremble on your sides as he fists your tank top. He's nervous, he's shy, but you know he is enjoying this judging by the way his teary, half-lid eyes blink slowly every time you feel a new inch of skin.

"...Sag bitte mehr, ich flehe dich an..." (Say more please, I beg you.) König moans out, his german accent so strong masking how weak he was feeling at the moment.

He loved your voice, your touch... Your everything. The colonel ran his fingers on your lower back encouraging to continue, meanwhile he very slowly tilted his head higher allowing you more space on his neck to massage and scratch. You chuckle darkly feeling his member poking at your belly, your body instantly pressing harder against his cornered torso.

"You like the sound of my voice, colonel?" You humm, he makes a small noise. "Andreas...?"

His shoulders shake with the force of his shiver, nails digging deliciously on your lower back, you chuckle delighted at the sight tilting his chin to the other side to feel his nape, his ear and some locks of hair. "ich begehre dich..." The Austrian groans, his member now fully erect twitched delighted by the delicious pressure of your torso against it and your soft ministrations to his neck.

Both your radios churr alive until a voice breaks the static, a random operator checking on the comms. König almost knocks you over with how fast he straightened his back and the way his strong grip held you back, his chest heaving fast, eyes wide and vulnerable. You take the opportunity to grab him by the hem of the shirt he uses as a mask.

"Wait-..."

König freezes when he feels cold air hit the heated skin from his neck. You had lifted a portion of the cloth revealing the part you were previously massaging, caressing and scratching. His head moves up to the side trying to hide from your touch, his hands shoot backwards planting on the wall as if a force had taken them from the previous grip he had on you.

"I hope you can forgive me colonel... Can't help it..."

There's a long gash on his neck, a very old scar that seemed to be product of a knife fight or even a bullet, it's crocked and it goes up probably to his right ear. You lean close on tiptoes because he couldn't crouch due to how shocked he still felt, and you planted your wet lips on the surface of the sensitive scar. König's throat rumbles with a groan, his powerful hands finally make the move to take you, to cage your body impossible closer to his. A hard roll of his hips make him gasp in relief and you loudly huff when he handles you to where he was previously caged, his hands soon making small effort to lift you up, both legs wrapped around his waist and he THRUSTS. You are still kissing, licking and nibbling his neck, your hands exploring the long bulky surface of his back, König moans delighted at one particular bite until-

"Shit."

König turned his head back so fast you are sure his neck is rotatory, two pairs of eyes look in shock at Horangi who is standing there holding the rifle König had previously left before all of this happened. Your colonel was frozen in embarrassment his shaking hands still held you up and his boner was no longer stabbing you, the thing died at the speed of light.

"Jesus Christ. You gonna keep staring or you wanna join us, tiger?"

König snaps his head back at you comically fast, icy eyes glare in surprise, horror and astonishment.

"As fun as that sounds I'll leave you two to your games... 'sides, I don't think you'll be able to handle König alone, imagine the two of us. We'd ruin you." The Korean's response made you laugh enchanted with his wit, he walked out the door in quick strides leaving you two alone once more.

König huffs glaring at the wall behind you. The sudden unwelcome presence of his friend seemed to had robbed the magic from the moment. Your Colonel's body shagged slowly lowering your body, and the moment your heels touched the ground his head leaned down falling to the crock of your neck, the feeling of the warm cloth of his mask made you humm. He kissed your clavicle over his mask and you ran your hands to his shoulders until König slowly retrieved.

He took two steps back, with a very noticeable defeated look.

"Hey. We can keep going whenever yer up to. Don't look at me like that, sweet thing." Your voice carried a playfulness that comforted him from the sudden feeling of defeat.

König couldn't meet your eyes, his voice was shaky "I'm just not like this-..."

"Andreas-"

"DON'T -...!" He barked, startling you both.

It was too much, too sudden, too weird, too suffocating. He liked it at first but... König couldn't put into words what he was feeling right now. He hated that the moment was cut short, he hated that he felt like it was his fault and he hated the way you are looking at him with so much concern like when you two were at the meeting.

"Verzeihen Sie mir." He muttered giving you a final short glance before he rushed out of the place leaving the door open and your startled self still leaning on the wall.

You recognized those words even if you didn't know much of German.

"Forgive me." You translated in a whisper.

Will you?

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[lilchickie]

Was it that hard to say? (Reyes x Reader)

Angst/Nsfw/ happy ending

Reyes is a difficult man, you knew this and so did your heart. But even the most patient and understanding people have their limits and Enzo always tended to push everyone's buttons. He loves you, he believes that you do as well, so in order to make YOU confess he goes too far and you crumble. It'll be up to him to pick up the pieces he had broken and fix your broken heart.

.

You thought Reyes loved you.

Or maybe he was figuring his feelings for you, liked you, or at the very least respected you.

Months of working with one another as fellow operators for SpecGru during missions of any kind made you bond surprisingly fast, your easygoing nature and wit paired up perfectly with his hot temper and hunger for action. Enzo helped you sharpen your mind and strengthen your spirit under difficult moments and in return you calm him down keeping his anger in check and help him think twice before making reckless decisions. You smoothed his sharp edges and he sharpened yours. "Like jelly and butter", Team Leader once said.

That said.

In the midst of a tense covert operation, you and your team found yourselves navigating the treacherous terrain of an abandoned building dangerously close to your base in Germany. To make the matters worse, your mission had taken an unexpected turn when you guys were ordered to collaborate with another military unit from KorTac, who had been trying to recapture three fugitives heavily armed for interrogation.

The tension was thick. The loss of two KorTac operators at the hands of these three maniacs had taken a terrible hit on the moral of the other team, it's operators were tense, anxiously seeking to accomplish their mission fast to properly mourn the loss of their fellow comrades.

As the mission proceeded, you couldn't help but feel Enzo slowly drifting away from you. It wasn't weird for him to do this, but it has been going on for a week and you were starting to get a little worried, often getting brushed off when you asked him if he was alright, your playful banter cut short by his short grunts in dismissal. You understood it was because this mission was important and the loss (Even from another team's members) stuck to you guys. The faint touches you used to share with Reyes went ignored, maybe he was far too focused for your silent comforts, sadly the only thing the Canadian acknowledged were your worried glances with huffs and glares of his own.

"Yo, mae. It's alright, he can be an ass sometimes." Gus reassured you with a light squeeze on your shoulder.

"He has been like this for a whole fucking week, must be on his period." Nila spat rolling her eyes.

His close friends, Nova and Gus, had known him long enough to get his game, but at times they admitted he could be infuriatingly unpredictable.

It was clear when they shared a short shocked look amongst each when the darkness of the night buried it's claws in the sky and in the short pause you made to rest, all of you noticed Reyes sneak out of the provisional camp with the barracks bunny. A KorTac operator nonetheless.

He didn't even hide it, as soon as the blonde walked by sharing a heated look to Reyes' crouched form, he got up and followed her from where you guys and some others were resting near the only not-busted torch you had illuminating one room of the retched building.

The break took ten minutes. In those ten minutes you planned to approach Reyes to figure why he was in such sour mood. Though you chose to ignore the closed door to your left switching seats with some of your comrades and speaking a little bit louder in order to NOT hear the muffled noises from the other room. You couldn't stand the pitied looks some of them gave you, that's how you were sure they knew something was up in that room.

After the quick break, Reyes almost broke the door down startling some of the resting soldiers, you on the other hand, ignored his sudden entrance. He seemed less tense, chest puffed proudly, not like his usual broody self. You clenched your jaw when you saw the stunning operator walking out from behind him with a nasty look on her face. How dare she look like that when she just took the man you had been pinning over for longer than you'd like to admit?

Shit, you weren't even supposed to think this way about him. It wasn't even allowed.

Your chest burned with unspoken feelings, the indirect rejection making the corners of your lips curl down. A stern look from Nila made you straighten your spine and focus on the mission ahead, she was pretty much the only person directing your attention to what truly mattered at the moment, and that was turning into a mindless soldier whose only fuel to live was to serve. Time to be professional.

The mission went smoothly, the fugitives were recaptured and the only trouble you all faced right now was keeping Horangi, König and some other soldier's nerves in line so they wouldn't beat the bastards into a pulp. That was a task you took seriously since you were known to be the "therapy dog" to the most stubborn and broken members of any team you fell upon.

You now were kneeling in front of König a few meters behind your humvee, the hulking figure of the Austrian sat in the dirt and drills of the floor as he swallowed down heavy breaths, his hands shakily held the knife he previously threatened to use against the prisoners, your soothing voice helped the big man relax, both hands reassuringly squeezed and massaged his tense shoulders pressing your chest to his side comfortingly sharing your body warmth, you were one hundred percent sure he appreciated receiving due to the way he was leaning his weight on you.

"That's it, sweetheart... You are doing amazingly. I know it's hard," König sucked in a breath trying to interrupt you but you hushed him like a mother would to a scared child. "You are one of the strongest soldiers I have ever met. And right now the thing you are doing? The way you are halting your murderous instincts? It's one tough battle that I'm sure as hell you'll win." König softly looked at you, a whimper scaping his constricting throat as he blinked slowly taking in your words.

"You are tough, colonel, I admire you."

"Thank you..."

"No, thank you. You have done a great service. I appreciate it, I wish we could have met under better circumstances... I'm sorry for your losses..." You nuzzled his cheek with your finger comfortingly over his mask when he blinked rapidly trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill at any moment. Standing up from your position you took a step back from the now more relaxed soldier granting him some time alone to compose himself.

Suddenly a chill ran down your spine at the feeling of a presence behind you. You knew who it was, yet you said nothing as you circled the colonel heading to the humvee.

"Takin' too damn long as always, momma bird." Reyes spoke up, annoyance dripping from his tone. He really had the gal to sound irritated. "What? Did your big chick calm himself down? I can't believe you still want to play therapist to these KorTac bastards." He muttered following you. The way you turned around with an ice-cold face throwing daggers at the now startled Canadian could have made competition to one of Lieutenant Riley's deathly glares. He stood there confused, annoyance still present on his hardened features.

His hair looked soft over the vehicle's lights. Reyes always seemed to distract you even when he wasn't even trying to, but not this time, not with the bitterness eating your insides slowly, painfully, imprinting ugly images in your mind. Ugly images of the man you had been pinning over for almost the entire time you had known him, the man you loved fucking someone else so casually and then walking back to you like he did that every time he had the chance.

You didn't even have the right to feel this way. It wasn't even fucking allowed. But fuck... Fuck it hurts. Was it really all for nothing? The quiet times you spent together cuddling under the warmth of his poncho when it was your turn to keep watch and he stubbornly refused to sleep in order to spend more time with you, the short stories of his personal life he swore he had never told a soul before you, stories spoken with softness and trust, the way you silently promised to stay by each other's side even at your worse times, like finger and nail. Like lovers.

You loved Reyes, but he clearly picked random women around the base to make any short of intimate thing not thinking that perhaps YOU wanted to help satisfy his needs being more intimate. Fuck, but not like a one-time kind of thing, more like someone who truly cared, who loved him for who he was even when he was at his most annoying.

"What's up?" Enzo spat.

What's up? Did he really not know WHAT was up?

"Don't look at me, don't talk to me, don't even breath my way, Reyes. J-just... Stay out of my fucking sight." You couldn't hold back the hurt from your voice, your throat swallowing the upcoming words you wanted to say with sobs and tears in the rims of your eyes. Thankfully, the darkness of the night, your helmet and hair shadowed your face from the blinding lights of the vehicles and shielded your hurt expression from Enzo's suddenly stoic face. It takes you by surprise the way he gazes at you up and down approaching you cautiously with a carefully-put neutral expression. Like your reaction was expected. Like it didn't bug him to see you hurt, as if it was all planned.

"What's with the bitch attitude, bunny? You hurt?" The pretty nickname he gave you long ago being thrown at you this way almost sounded like a slur. He spoke mockingly testing your patience knowing you saw what you saw back in the building with him and the barracks bunny. In a normal situation you'd have playfully shoved him but feeling the betrayal you felt at that moment made you sniff soundly throwing Reyes a final glare, letting out some tears and hurriedly walk away with him still hot on your trail.

His plan succeeded, he thought. Now he had to wait for you to make the final move he was so scared of making. Except instead of turning around and confessing your feelings for him, you never looked back at him practically throwing yourself in the car alongside his now glaring comrades. Even Gustavo, his closest friend, the softest and most caring of his teammates gave him a cold look that spoke volumes of his disapproval towards his actions which he returned with a scoff sitting on the front seat.

He has to give you time, he thought, you'll come around eventually.

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Two weeks went by.

The plan had backfired in the worst of ways, Reyes couldn't have predicted this outcome even when it was one of the most obvious scenarios this whole ordeal could have brought him into.

Initially he was supposed to make you feel some short of jealousy, and that way force you to confess your feelings for him. Reyes was sure you liked him back, he was simply too stubborn to admit his own love for you, so he desperately clinged to the idea that you'd strike the final move thanks to this damned plan.

But shit. You didn't look, talk or even try to be near Enzo's eyesight, you had changed your routine to not run into him, you no longer used your office to finish your paperwork often opting to do it in the privacy of your quarters, you even stopped going to the gym privately training with the 141 when you had the chance instead of going to the barracks with the others to spend your free time, you barely even spoke to Nila or Gus compleatly sideline-ing them from your heartbroken state. You loved your friends but you knew well they would give Reyes every piece of information about you they got after ignoring him for so long since he would most certainly beg them to spy on you. So against your open and friendly nature, you isolated yourself keeping the pain for you and you alone.

Enzo had tried randomly going to the gym or other places you frequented but it seemed like you had vanished, like earth had swallowed you whole even when every other personnel in the base claimed to have seen or interacted with you while he was there playing cat and mouse with a ghost. It frustrated him, feeding his anger and confusion as to why the hell you hadn't confronted him about your feelings yet. Two weeks had passed, damnit. How much longer did you need?

He couldn't have hurted you that much could he?

Reyes pondered over your last interaction while sitting in the rooftop of one of the main buildings from the base he totally wasn't supposed to be in. But this was your special place, often coming here to smoke the weed he was able to sneak in or gift you little trinkets and sweets he had stolen from others or found somewhere during missions or around the base. Now he was here basking in the silence of the night, your spot next to him empty and cold. (Y/n)-less.

His loud thoughts muffled the sound of the ladder behind him. "Have you come to your senses, hermano?" Reyes almost dropped the joint he was holding jolting on his spot from the scare the approaching Rican gave him. Gus fixes him a concerned yet stern look while he sat on your spot and Enzo pretended not to care. "What are y'doing here, super-cop?"

"C'mon I told you not to call me that. Ay bendito, I regret ever telling you about my old job..." Gus wined.

"I'm not gonna ask twice, Gusito." Reyes sighed bitterly, the annoyed tone was not missed by Gus.

"I'm here to talk, and um... Keep you company." He didn't say "to help you deal with your heartbreak" because he knew Reyes would give him the beating of his life and/or storm off, but Enzo understood that he meant well and silently thanked Gus for not phrasing it differently. Reyes grunted and handed him the joint he was holding, brown eyes shot to the horizon allowing the weed to cloud his mind and pretend he was sitting with someone else entirely, clouds of smoke fogged Gus' face and planted yours instead, and just for an instant he felt content.

They passed the joint until they finished it and Enzo kept the remnant butt on his pocket to not leave evidence. Both of them laid facing up the stars in silence, unlike Gus, Reyes appreciated the silence and glared at those who tried to make small talk, Gustavo learned that the hard way so they allowed the silence of the night engulf their stoned selves.

Reyes' muffled sobs didn't startle Gus from his high on the clouds state, he wobbly moved to sit up facing Reyes as the other man covered his wet face with both globed hands, Gus knew why he cried yet did not say a word as he patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly.

He fucking missed you. It was like you died and disappeared from his life and he didn't know what to do with himself. Not without you guiding him through the sorrow. Where was his anchor?

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Days went by, the pain in your chest had lessened yet the remnants still ached nonetheless.

Laying curled on your bed had become costume after hours of crying over someone who clearly didn't love you back. Speaking with Soap and Gaz about your troubles had opened your eyes to the possibility that not all was lost. Thanks to this ugly experience you focused more on yourself, hours of training each day in hopes of ignoring the pain in your heart made your body tougher and fitter, you also noticed a remarkable improvement on your aim and resistance, TL couldn't be prouder.

Eventually, you started to interact more with Gus and Nova. Your friends felt relieved that you were doing better yet did not hold back their disapproval about your departure from the group without saying a word. So, today you decided to open up to them. Nila invited you to join them in the mess hall while almost everybody was out assuring you that Reyes was nowhere near. You sat next to Nova with your back against the wall, Gus to your right, the girl mentioned on your left fidgeting with a white, elastic hair band clearly still worried unlike Gus who drew random patterns on your forearm seemingly happy to finally have you at arms length and encouraging you to relax.

"I'm sorry guys. I love you but after that night I just couldn't handle the pain. I had to leave."

Nova tsked disapprovingly. "(Y/n) precisely because you couldn't handle it you should have relied on us. We are your friends." Gus nodded at this looking back at Nila. "We understand you needed space though, it's only natural after Enzo uh..." the girl shot Gus a glare making him backtrack and rephrase. "W-we are here for anything you need, but for us to help you you need to help us understand what you hide in that pretty head of yours." He softly spoke playfully poking your forehead with one meaty finger making you weakly smile.

"Fine... You should know by now that I... Fell for Reyes." Nova grimaced scrunching her nose and Gus nodded with a knowing smile.

"I know it's against the bloody rules, don't give me that look Nova... But there are some things, or feelings, that one struggles to keep in. Specially with a bond forged in battle." You let out a shaky breath. "It's just that... Our last mission, when he left with Barbara (I think her name was) I felt like all the trust and feelings I held for him shattered compleatly. It left me confused and hurt, I often craved to confront him about this, but honestly? What right do I have to do that? It's not as if we were something closer than friends to begin with... Fuck, i-it's against the rules!"

Gus pouted, Nila snorted "So is stealing shit, so is sneaking weed in the base, so is 'borrowing' evidence, so is going to the rooftops past curfew, so is ignoring direct orders from superiors..." You looked down and Nila lifted your chin to look back at her. "Enzo is a menace. We all know that. He's like the personification of narcissism and wilderness! He is one failed exorcism away from wearing horns and a pointy tail following us around and saying "do it!" every time we think about some fucked up thing. Love, he's made us do things we never thought we'd do. How often do I have to lie to our superiors to cover up his shit, Gus?" The man rolls his eyes and shakes one of his hands as if to say plenty with a huff.

"Falling in love is the less worrisome rule you would have broken being with us, (Y/n)." Nova continued. "And honestly? You said it yourself, there are things you can't stop from happening, and your feelings for Reyes? Those are real, forged in war and partnership. Your words, not mine." She lets a pause fall so you could swallow all this.

Gus spoke up before you could mutter a response "I've known Reyes for a very long time. And um... I'm not saying to forgive and forget, (y/n). Pero, maybe you should listen to what he has to say. Reyes isn't heartless as much as he wants to prove he is. He's very soft under that rocky exterior, for that I must ask you to give my brother the chance to speak, listen to what he has to say. Maybe then you'll find closure."

Your lower lip wobbles. Of course Reyes was soft under that bad boy mask he wore with pride. You knew this well, and for once in the weeks you spent mourning the loss of someone who wasn't yours to begin with, you decided to ponder on the idea that perhaps you didn't confront him about this issue because you were absolutely terrified that he'd confirm your fears of not reciprocating your romantic feelings.

Those butterflies at the pit of your stomach fluttered awake, but only slightly. You couldn't keep your hopes up.

"Alright..."

But you had to give him the chance.

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Reyes turned to Nova and Gus for guidance not so long after, hoping to find a way back into your heart and rebuild the trust that had been shattered during the ill-fated mission to hopefully come up with a plan to corner you and finally have the talk he craved to have. And like God had heard his prayers, Nova told him it wasn't necessary to force you to listen because you already agreed to talk privately. So that same morning, Reyes gathered his shit and went to find you. He gave Nova a nod in appreciation to what she shot him a tight-lipped smile with a silent threat to not fuck this opportunity up. It was hard enough to see you crumble and close yourself from afar, her and Gus wouldn't play mediators again if Reyes was to pull one of his stunts again.

Mopping the floor you peeked a look to your side spotting Reyes casually perching himself on the window's stool right behind you only a few feet away from the wet spot you were mopping.

"Been a while."

"Hello to you too." You sigh.

Nova and Gus left the hall with some other doomed recruits tired from cleaning duty to tend to another area further from you two.

"So..." Reyes urged you.

"So." You said crossing your arms after placing the mop away. The brunette stood there silent and expectant. "Got something to say?" He pushed. Is he serious?

Your brows could have very well reached your hairline, biting your inner cheek you took the mop again and resumed your task with urgency eager to join the others. Reyes growled frustrated at this roughly snatching the mop from your grasp and letting it fall to the floor with a loud clatter that echoed through the hall like a bell at the beginning of a fight. His dirty boots stepped on the wet space you were mopping with a face filled with rage, you two looked deep into each other's eyes seeking to intimidate one another, the tension could be cut with a knife.

"You gonna unlock your fucking office so we can discuss this properly or you wanna make an spectacle out of it for the recruits to talk about for the rest of the week?" Reyes says threateningly.

Your jaw hardened but you complied silently walking down the hall to your office with Reyes following behind in angry stomps, the anxiety and anger made your hands shake as you tried to place the keys in the lock to which he snapped, snatched them out of your hold and unlocked the door nodding you to go in first. How gentlemanly of him.

You walked to the old couch near the now closed door, looking at the dusty floor with your arms crossed. When he saw you weren't going to sit he refused to sit either walking right in front of you still looking pissed as if you were the one at fault for all of this shit. Reyes took a pause to relax his stance, breathed in and begun his "apology".

"You know I lie a lot. But not to you, never to you." His voice was even, for once not showing signs of murderous intent but that didn't ease you a bit.

"I know you are a liar, Reyes. I also know you are stubborn. Stubborn, prideful men take difficulty on admitting their wrongs. Sincerely and out loud, at least."

He smirks nodding his head in agreement, his tongue digging on the inner side of his left cheek then he proceeds to look away with a bitter smile, your little whip stung him.

"Yeah, but I can right 'em." Enzo said in finality then looked back at your melting eyes until they harden again "I'd very much prefer to right my wrongs by actions and not by meaningless words. Actions always speak louder than words anyway, bun-bun."

"Weren't you taking pride on being an honest man when it came to me? Does this mean whatever you say has zero or little meaning?"

His patience decreases drastically but you don't relent.

"I'd prefer you leave my office now than come here and waste my time giving me empty words instead of a proper apology-" His hand shot to your throat shoving you against the wall. Your breath hitched, hands lifting to your sides in surrender with a scowl, he licks his lips. Enzo's chest heaved and his pupils dilated, it wasn't out of rage but... arousal.

"You are a pretty whore with a big mouth."

"I've been patient enough with you. I'd like to spare my good side to less stubborn men whose words do have meaning." That seemed to crack part of his bad boy shell, Reyes quirked a brow, his body growing stiff in a blink, he tries to play it off by balancing his weight on his feet.

"Ah? Planning on replacing me already? Why. Cuz' I never liked good, pretty girls? Cuz' I always loved your wild side?"

"Now that I recall, you didn't think twice about replacing me for a pretty thing. Did she show you her fangs, Reyes?" You chocked out, his fingers digging uncomfortably on the tender skin of your neck taunting you.

Had you blinked you would have missed the little flinch he made when you called out his fuck-up. Enzo takes a moment then, running his tongue through his teeth, his expression stern desperate to hide the storm of guilt on the depths of his wooden eyes. You were still mad, you were hurting because of him. What right did he have to act mad and stubborn when you were obviously still affected by all this?

He never meant it to go this far...

"I don't believe it was my wild side what attracted you to me in the first place." You said softly, eyes glossy because of the burning restraint of oxygen. Enzo's gaze melts, his grip on your throat going slack.

Of course it didn't. Everything about you lured him in. From the very first moment he saw you, the way you handled yourself, your optimistic spirit during fucked up scenarios instantly filling the team with determination and hope, your focus about whatever the hell was put in your hands even when it exceeded your habilites never letting the frustration of defeat cloud your will to win. He liked the whole YOU package, specially the fact that you never belittled him even when he was at his most insufferable, he liked you, he loved you. Didn't you see that? Weren't his actions clear enough? Of course they weren't when he pushed your feelings aside doing something that he knew would burn you in order to seek a reaction out of you. He wanted your attention, he wanted you to snap, to claim him the moment you saw him go with the barracks bunny of the other team. He should have listened to Nova when she told him what he was planning would ruin you.

But instead of seeking him out, you, his darling, accepted his decision and suffered in silence.

Because that was you. His good pretty soldier girl who did everything perfectly and ate up reality quickly in order to adapt, to grow stronger. He didn't want to think you'd move on from him so fast because of this fuck-up. Shit, he didn't want to think of you moving on from him at all.

His palms left your throat in order to hold your cheeks with a tenderness so uncharacteristic of him your eyes widened. This was him, you though, this was your Reyes. He looked at you with so much emotion, with so much vulnerability you could feel your eyes burn with tears.

"You didn't think I'd fool around with her, right love?"

"I dunno, you tell me..."

"She wished. We spent the whole time in there overlooking the fucking yard in silence after I rejected her advances. C'mon, (Y/n). She's not even my type."

"And what is your type...? Who is...?"

He smiled a little with his head slightly tilting to the side, and you mirrored his movements. Because you knew the answer, and he knew that you did, but decided to entertain you because you needed those "meaningless words" though these words he knew weren't meaningless, not to him (for once) and most definitely not to you.

"You, obviously. You dramatic... Insufferable wench."

You laughed breathlessly as if this pathetic confession was the most beautiful poem someone has ever read you out loud. Silence engulfed you two, hesitation was written all over your pretty face, he started getting a little anxious, his palms still holding your cheeks went clammy and his chocolate eyes tried to figure what went through your head.

"Y-you said something about actions speaking louder than words..." Your hands weakly gripped his tense shoulders.

Reyes looked at you unsure. Would you push him away? Your hands took his cheeks before you smashed your pretty lips against his quickly erasing such foolish thought, forever gone in the void of his mind. The kiss was short but it seemed to heal both your hearts instantly.

"I love you, you big idiot." You mumble in between soft kisses planted all around his face, he laughs delighted, (a rare sound coming from him) relieved, not ever pulling away from you and the sweet taste of your mouth.

"I fucking love you," he groaned on your mouth, the kisses getting heated "I love you," one peck, "I love you," two more pecks, "I love..." And you had to hush him the only way your brain could process in that moment, by french kissing him so deeply a growl rumbled from the depths of his chest nearly sounding like a purr it's vibrations hitting your core. Your limbs tangled to the point of you two looking like a pair of octopuses. He sighed content, you moaned, wet kisses spared here and there with wondering hands exploring each other's bodies over your baggy clothes, his hands squeezed every part of your tender body, from your chin to your shoulders, to your breasts, to your ass, your lower tummy and finally your wet heat. Just as his hand took you, yours palmed his fully erect member over his pants. Both of you hissed clearly in need for more.

Reyes was always full of surprises. You loudly gasped when he fell on his knees lowering your sweatpants in a sharp tug, your wet panties were exposed to the cold hair, he kissed the wet trail of your slit shamelessly inhaling your arousal, his flaming eyes found your widened ones in silent question. "Y'better not make me beg. You already made me apologize-"

"You never apologized."

"I'm sorry."

The intensity of his stare and the feeling of his hot breath over your dripping sex was enough to simply let go of the matter. After all... you always forgave him, and Reyes wasn't going to lie to you, he has made that clear already. This apology as strange as it was, wasn't meaningless.

"You are forgiven. Now shut up and eat my fucking pussy."

He smirked not even trying to bite back the devilish chuckle that came after, you shushed him and Enzo rolled his eyes biting the delicate fabric of your panties and making a show of sloooooowly lowering the garment only using his mouth. "You look good on your knees..." you further teased to which Reyes responded by harshly slapping your ass with both hands before he squeezed your cheeks painfully hard earning a whine that made him twitch.

"God I love it when you get all..."

You moved your hips hovering his mouth with your pussy, a soft humming sound deliciously vibrated your aching sex. He glared up at you as if to say "so only YOU get to talk?"

"Actions speak louder than words. Prove it to me." He blinked with half lidded eyes. "Prove that you want me... Claim me." Fuck, you were driving him mad.

His head accommodated properly in between your legs, both of his hands squeezed and played with your ass and thighs shoving your heat closer to his mouth lapping vigorously demanding more and more of your taste, the lack of oxygen seemingly not bothered the hungry operator when his lips and tongue stubbornly wouldn't leave your dripping pussy, swallowing every fluid given and tasting your hardened clit and salty walls. You loved how even in this vulnerable position Reyes made a show of his dominance.

The first few hungry licks had you bucking your knees so he blindly guided you to the couch where you fell to your butt and he saw his opportunity to lift and spread your legs wider, the stubble of his beard made your soft skin itch deliciously, it didn't take long for you to bite on your hand to muffle the upcoming moans Reyes devoured out of you. He wasn't slow and gentle, his tongue licked and flicked on your pearl and your lips eagerly as if he was desperately searching for a treasure buried in the depths of your pussy. Enzo panted, huffed and growled letting out the most animalistic noises you have ever heard from someone eating you out, the roughness in the way he was gripping on your thighs while holding them up for him to push his mouth impossibly closer to your cunt as his tongue buried itself on the sticky walls of your insides made you moan in delight, hoping- no- Praying for him to mark the delicate flesh of your inner thighs with his grip until suddenly one of his hands abandoned your thigh to join his mouth on your pussy digging a finger inside your wetness to spread you while his mouth viciously attacked your poor puffy clit, fingering you in a way that increased your moans and made your cunt erupt in fast wet sounds.

One of your hands abandoned your mouth to grip his hair rocking your hips up to chase that delicious end he was quickly making you approach, Reyes shakes his head aggressively from side to side, his eyes looking at your tits bouncing with every thrust you made on his mouth until you curved your spine like a pornstar possessed, he kept his pace this time taking turns on swallowing the fluids coming out of your entrance and pinching at your clit. You were going to squirt and he knew it. With a grin he moved his head back, his lips broke from your cunt's with a wet pop . You cried in desperation from his change of heart but it went to deaf ears as he stood up unbuckling his pants.

"Don't you cry, baby... Y'don't think I'll let you cum before me right? Not after ignoring me for fucking weeks, making me worry you were moving on with someone else, you petty bitch..." He growled snapping the only button holding his pants up dropping them with a thud.

If he wanted hateful sex that's what you'll give him. Maybe then you'll let out the things you had been keeping to yourself up until now.

Your hand slapped Reyes' when he tried to take the one that went to play with your clit, your feet went to his chest pushing back to stop him mid way infuriating him further. "You fucking bastard. It was YOU who made ME think you fucked some cheap bitch from KorTac and expect some short of loyalty from me." His eyes darken at your words his hands pushing your legs away to reveal his fully erect dick, it's leaking tip twitching so much it looked painful.

"Now look at you, desperate to make a point." You sigh out. "And what point am I so desperate to make, as you say?" Reyes grins stroking himself angry that you are pleasuring yourself without him. "That no pussy will ever feel better than mine." He groaned at this stroking himself faster matching your pace. "That I'll forever ruin any further experience you'll have in the future because whoever you pick won't match what I'll make you feel." You purred but his expression changed completely from aroused to serious.

He harshly spread your legs and pushed them forwards until your knees where at both sides of your head, your cunt glistens with your juices, all puffy and pretty for his own enjoyment. Reyes salivated at the sight, his cock nesting in between your pussy lips. Reyes' face was millimeters apart from yours, the dilated voids of his eyes never cowered away from your flushed face. "Have you lost your god-damned mind, woman?"

Your eyes widen in confusion.

"If you really think once I get to fuck you I'll go seek other pussy to ruin you are mistaken." Enzo leaned to your ear and whispered lustily "I'll make you fucking mine. And I'll make sure you won't leave me either because from now on, (y/n) (l/n), there's no way- no bullet, no higher-up, no fucking devil that will keep me away from you."

You were about to say something but the words died in your mouth when a lust-filled scream scaped you the moment he harshly slid his cock inside you with force instantly reaching your cervix. You felt a burning ache in your insides, Enzo choked out a growl that sounded almost like a plead, his balls were fully pressed against your ass, the delicious squeeze from your gummy walls and your nails scratching his arms forced Reyes to make a pause because as embarrassing as it was, and he'd never admit out loud, he felt like he could cum right there at that moment, this whole situation altered his brain chemistry in worrisome levels, he felt like a teenager again seeking to explore the wonders of sex for the very first time. And don't get him wrong, it wasn't only the orgasmic feeling of your insides finally oh, FINALLY, choking his cock like vice and your nails doing wonders at breaking his skin. No. It was the fact that he had YOU looking up at him with a type of desire and love he thought only existed on his imagination all those nights he stroked himself imagining this moment seemingly unreachable.

You were right. You have permanently ruined sex with any woman for him, and he's so fucking happy he must show you how greatful he is.

The couch lowers to your sides when he gets one foot at a time in a way that has his cock somehow getting even deeper inside you, this new breeding position makes you shiver before you croak his name as Reyes begins jack-hammering his hips against your cunt, the relentless stimulation of your g-spot and the bite on your shoulder he harshly plants makes you cry in pleasure, he growls, a hand struggle to cover your mouth while holding one of your legs up with his forearm.

"Your voice is music to my ears, bunny... But you don't want none of them fuckers to catch me fucking you dumb, hm?" You whine and he hums mockingly, his pace never relenting "Now that I think about it I know you would. You'd like Team Leader or any of those cunts see this pretty pussy break around my cock... Right bun-bun? Y'want em' to see me filling your womb with my hot cum?" Reyes leans his hand back letting you take a deep breath, your face contorting in pleasure. "Y-yes daddy..."

"FUUUUCK... You sound way better than I thought-" he has to change his desperate pace or else he'll be done, so he slows but his thrusts become harsh bruising your insides, the pleasure so mind-blowing it has you drooling before he buries his tongue on your mouth growling as he swallows the sounds directly from your mouth. His balls pulsate, waves of fluids mix together as Reyes halts his painful thrusts to roll his hips lazily basking in the feeling of his fat cock stretching every inch of your dripping sex. Your head falls back to the cushions and Reyes licks a long stripe on your neck

"You feel like-... G-glory..." You moan. "Oh? Do i? My lil cockslut likes daddy's cock so much she's already mind-fucked?" Reyes teases until a hard slap across his face shocks him pausing on his movements, your hand takes his face shoving it closer pressing his forehead and nose against yours "Gotta try a little harder to melt my brain, fucker."

The smile that spreads across his face could be very well described with the word mad or simply diabolical. He liked this sudden change in you, how you showed teeth again eager to stand your ground even if you were quite literally beneath him spread so wide you'd struggle to walk at least for the rest of the day. His hips snap back to yours resuming the previous desperate pace, clapping noises mix with both your grunts, growls and screams echoing through the closed office you were sure people could hear outside. But frankly your focus was only fixed on the way Reyes looked down at you with this face filled with concentration, raw pleasure and desperation as his balls slapped the underside of your ass, his pink tip pressing quick repetitive kisses to your cervix.

The way his sweaty locks swayed at the brutal pace of his thrusts was hypnotic but not as hypnotic than the way his eyes switched from every detail in your face, so awestruck, so in love... Your walls squeezed him painfully hard and he yelled his orgasm almost louder than yours.

"I love you... I fucking- I- AGH-! FUCK!!! YES, YES- T-THERE! GOD!!!"

You both pant loudly feeling your ears ring at the force of your orgasm. Your nails dig into his nape as you felt your insides swell with Reyes' liquid love, his cum came in waves coating your walls white, the amount of it was so much it splurged out of your hole while he was still inside, it slithered down your ass to the couch wetting the spot, leaving physical proof that you two made peace in the quiet confines of your dirty office that now smelled of sex and Reyes' lavender deodorant.

"F-fuck Enz... You ruined my couch..."

The Canadian laughed out of breath, his eyes crinkling. "I'm balls deep inside of ya, freshly milked dry and this is the first thing you say?"

You nod slowly with a soft hum sounding like a purr so adorable it melts him on the spot. "You are so fucking beautiful..." Your hands brace Reyes' nape feeling the sweaty texture of his locks. It urges him to lean downwards, kissing your puffy lips slowly with passion. His knees adjust to your sides making his softening cock scape the wet heat of your cavern. You two hiss feeling your mixed juices splutter out of your cunt.

You smooch his lips again teasingly then plant another smooch to his cheeks, he hums enamoured before you feel his strong arms brace your body handling you to lay on your side as he does the same spooning your sweaty body.

"This... Isn't a one time thing." Reyes speaks in the valley of your neck, his voice and beard feeling ticklish on your ear. You smile at this turning your body to lay on your other side so you were now facing him. You admired how red his pale cheeks looked, the rhythmic movement of his chest as he catched his breath, his lips slightly turning upwards when he spots your little smile.

"Do you love me, Enzo Reyes?"

"How many more times do I have t' say it, woman? I proved it already didn't I?" The hand he had on your waist lowered to your puffy abused cunt making your breath hitch and your smile to widen.

"Kiss me then... But not like before..." You whispered and he looked a little puzzled. "Kiss me with feeling, Rey... Imagine this was the last time you got to kiss me, imagine this was the final chance you had to prove your love."

Enzo would have rolled his eyes at the dramatism of this request, but he decided to indulge you, after all, you had put up with so much of his bullshit you deserved a fucking reward. And if your reward had to be the most romantic kiss he could give you, he wasn't stupid enough to prive it from you. His light, his bunny, his love.

Reyes leans cupping your cheek, eyes half lid, mouth parting slowly until he met yours. The sweet soft texture of your lips against his made his body shag with an exhale and when you parted your lips to invite his tongue into your heat he hummed in delight, wet muscle intertwined with yours in an erotic dance, slowly, messily, he gulped down your saliva and shared his with you. You moved to climb his toned chest, he helped with his hands on your waist and thigh (only this once he'll let you on top), your mouths collided again, tongues exploring as much of each other's mouth as possible to the point of the only uncharted territory being the deepest part near your throat, too deep, too much. That didn't stop Reyes as he cupped the sides of your head digging his tongue deeper as much as he could, he felt you huff unable to meowl, your hips grinded down his reawakening shaft.

Oh he was in for a second round...

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty #enzo reyes #enzo reyes x reader #enzo reyes cod #cod reyes #reyes cod #angst #nsft cod

[lilchickie]

Oh wtffff

I was expecting anything but not Bard

[lilchickie]

This man has a firm grip on my heart... And my coochie...

#gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #mi osito gordito #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod #gus

[lilchickie]

Ghost x witty! Reader

All for a pair of tits.

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"Glare at my dress all you want, lieutenant. You won't scare it away."

You said putting your long earrings sneaking a look at Ghost's reflection.

He was sitting on the bed behind you looking at the long red dress you had just put on for the undercover mission. He wouldn't say it but you knew it pissed him to the core that you had to go as Kyle's date and not his, but honestly that was his fault. When Price explained the mission and the tasks you were all assigned to accomplish, Ghost threw an unexpected tantrum about how Gaz wasn't fit to go undercover, because as he explained: "Lad's better at killin' than acting." You were sure he was projecting a little. So the captain asked him if he'd rather go with you instead obviously without the mask, Ghost quickly denied. Then he was assigned watch duty while drowning in jealousy, and you bathed in the satisfaction of letting your lieutenant watch your body like a hawk as you prettied yourself up for another man while waiting in the hotel you were all supposed to meet before heading to the party.

Simon looks up at you from his seated position, his rough hands fisting the sheets. He was wearing his stupid Halloween mask so it was hard to know the expression he was hiding.

"I'm just lookin'. That a problem?"

"If you want it off of me you'll have to find another tactic. Or do you rather have Garrick do the unwrapping?" You grinned turning around to face him properly, your lipgloss shining under the dim light of the lamp near the vanity made his chocolate eyes melt at the sight. Ghost licked his lips under his mask, a mere reflection of what he had in mind to do to you if it wasn't for-

"That's unprofessional, and i'm your lieutenant. I told ya too many fucking times. But, hey, dream all y' like..."

"I am sooo thankful that you remind me, dear lieutenant..." You said sarcastically with a dramatic gesture lifting your hand to your head as if you were about to faint and he had saved you with his idiotic words. "But could you please repeat that without a..."

Your finger points to his lower side, he squints confused before looking at where you were pointing, his cargo pants held a gigantic tent he was quick to cover with a pillow before he leans forwards petrified in embarrassment. You laughed amused and impressed at the sight, but for Ghost you were just mocking him cruelly. You were just a horny vixen who took great pleasure on toying around with his carnal desires, often seducing him on purpose just to get a reaction such as this one. He was red in embarrassment and anger, and it only increased when your pretty laugh slowly died and you, for once, decided to stay in silence.

Ghost stood up abruptly. "I see yer ready. I'll warn Price to hurry the fuck up..." But the following words died on his mouth.

You were standing with a soft smile, the beautiful red dress you were wearing hanged limply by your hips as your arms hid your breasts.

"I forgot I didn't zip it and it just..." You shrugged playing clueless "it fell."

Ghost was petrified in place, his wide eyes ate up every detail he could get of your naked chest even though your pretty breasts were hidden. His hard-on worsened.

"Y'need a hand...?" He mustered.

"Among other things..."

Your lieutenant dropped the pillow to floor missing the bed, he walked up to you in slow, measured steps giving you time to stop this game you just started like you always did, but to his surprise. You did not. You looked up at him, pupils dilated giving him full permission to turn you around with his big rough hands, he moved your hair to your front with his index finger. The moment you were facing the mirror, Ghost was about to lift the sleeves of your dress until your arms unraveled from your chest, his eyes, trained to pick any movement, caught the moment your tits bounced in place by the mirror. His breathing was heavy, slightly uneven and so was yours.

His hands dropped the piece of clothing in other to caress the skin of your back until he reached your ribcage right under your breasts. Again, he waited for you to move away, to stop this game YOU started, but instead you purred tilting your head to the side feeling his burning mask lean against the delicate skin of your neck, he inhaled your perfume, thumbs poking the underside of your tits until your small hands went to lift his to properly hold them, Ghost was quick to firmly massage the surface, your pebbled nipples held such a beautiful shade of color that contrasted with his black skeleton gloves, he wanted to suck them, he wanted to do things he wasn't supposed to.

In that moment Simon realized that the times he spent explaining you how inappropriate it was to flirt with colleagues in this line of work (specially superiors), he truly wasn't trying to warn you, he was trying to convince himself this wouldn't happen because it wasn't well seen. But... But who the fuck cares, really?

"Simon..." You sighed his name and his cock twitched on his pants. "Take these off... It's bad manners to touch a lady this way wearing gloves..."

"You a lady?" He humored.

"Have you seen a gentleman with these tits?"

His chest rumbled with a chuckle, hips making a slow involuntary thrust against your clothed ass seeking friction, you obliged offering your bum for him to thrust on, he hissed in pleasure.

"You'd be surprised..."

You gasped and chuckled "Simon Riley!..."

He quickly turned you around then, big hands roughly grabbed your ass pressing your naked chest against his with a dark but mischievous glint on his eyes reflecting yours. "Wanna compare sizes?"

"Are you for real right now, lieutenant?"

You asked with all the humour in you. But Ghost did not waver taking his shirt off with one swift tug upwards revealing his muscular torso to you, a litter of scars made it the more eye-catching. You stood there looking up at him in awe before your hand pushed him to the bed, he allowed you this, huffing when he dropped to the soft surface, the cold sheets made his skin erupt in goosebumps. His hard, clothed cock created a tent that pressed against his abs when he incorporated a little seating with his arms behind him supporting himself.

"I can't believe I've never seen your face and the first thing you wanna show me is the size of your tits."

"Pectorals." He corrected.

"Those are BOOBS, call them however you like but oh my god..."

You weren't one to complain, positioning yourself in between his legs to climb to the mountain of muscles that composed his body. He smiled under his mask looking at you fondly and helping you wrap your legs against his waist sitting yourself right on his leaking boner. He was enjoying this. You could see it, feel it poking at your panties...

You kiss his masked jaw, one arm around his shoulder and the other hand massages his chest, feeling his gigantic pectorals and the very small pink nipples that adorned both tips. Ghost threw his head back with a sigh angling his head so that you'd keep your soft ministrations with your lips. Kiss, lick, bite, repeat. The way your fingers worked magic on his chest and how your mouth mauled at his skin made your lieutenant grow desperate for more, he still couldn't believe this was happening. His heaving chest shivered in delight, his mouth was half open letting out soft sounds you never thought you'd hear from your lieutenant until he snapped, he flips you under him, the fire within your bodies roaring in waves of desire, a desire denied no longer.

Ghost hovered over you, eyes black with how dilated his pupils were, his hips thrust against yours, dry humping your cunt like a dog in heat. Your lips part with a moan, delicate hands lift to his face waiting for his permission, he gives you a short nod to lift his mask when an abrupt knock on the door startles you.

Ghost sighs, one of his hands take your wrist as the other supports his weight as not to crush you.

"I'M NOT 'ERE!" You yell annoyed.

"Come on (Y/n)!" Gaz's voice sounds from outside "Price is gettin' pissed... And we can't find Ghost or Soap! The event is about to start, I'm already suited up-"

"Alright alright, Garrick-...Just gimme a moment..."

You crawl from under Ghost, stand up, ready your dress leaving the back unzipped and trot to the small hall, Ghost was watching you as you did this until he saw you were about to open the fucking door. It was comical the way your lieutenant jumped from the bed hurrying to put his shirt on and adjust his boner from under his pants so he wouldn't poke Gaz's eye out when the poor Brit was greeted by the sight of your prettied self standing all proud and smiley and your lieutenant nervously fidgeting on the spot in front the bed.

Gaz stares in silence.

"Zip my dress Gaz! What the hell are you doing gawking like a school boy? There's a party we gotta attend to."

He shakes his head incredulous, gets behind you ignoring the heated stare Ghost was shooting him from the other side of the room and swiftly zips your dress.

"See? Now I'm ready and I had found Ghost, I solved you two problems."

"Three-..." An all too familiar voice came behind you. The bathroom door opens, Soap was staring just as incredulous with a look that resembled the one hundred yards stare.

Ghost barks "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!?"

Soap replies unfeeling, with no emotion, like a robot or a traumatized husk of a man "This was my room..."

You flinch leaving the place practically throwing yourself out the door with a "JESUS CHRIST -!"

Gaz flinches then at the same time following behind with a squint. "FUCKING-....Close the god-damned door Johnny!" Ghost snarled this time.

"I have a sensitive stomach olrigh'!? And y'all were doing nasty things and I didn't know what to do and a' was locked with ma' shit for half an hour... I FLUSHED OKAY!?" Soap had the gal to play offended. "If it wasn't for Gaz I would have died gassed." He jested, and the tall brit had enough, smacking the wall and stomping out frustrated as hell.

Just when he was reaching the jackpot, the jungle he has for a team had to ruin everything.

At least he saw your tits... That will compensate for having to see you dance around with Gaz pretending you two are married.

#simon riley #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #witty reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost x you

[lilchickie]

Ghost x witty! Reader x Price

Jealous much?

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You spent too much time with Price.

Of course it was on purpose, if anyone asked you'd agree, after all, you are no liar. But who could blame you? It was so much fun to piss Ghost off this way.

Since the day you first paired up together in your first solo mission you were like finger and nail, deadly separate but even deadlier together. Your partnership bloomed into a friendship so rare even the captain couldn't believe it at first... The big bad Ghost willingly attached to a sassy clown like you? Wasn't Johnny the closest thing to a friend Ghost had? Obviously no, because the way he'd joke, train, protect and tell you everything that reached his ears spoke volumes of his deep attachment to you.

You knew this, of course. And although you felt just as close to him that didn't stop you from forming other friendships of your own and Simon was indifferent of this until he wasn't.

He'd wait wait for you on your room's door, respectful of your space and privacy but you never open, so him being worried decided to let himself in only to see you were already gone, to later be informed by Soap that you are having breakfast with John Price.

That happend THREE times in a week.

Ghost would wait for you on the stairs closest to the gym eager to spar with you and enjoy the funny remarks you did about anyone who crossed you or just pretty much hear whatever the hell you wanted to say without him having to saying much in return. Because that's your routine, so where the fuck are you? He sees you carrying a stack of papers laughing with the captain only giving Ghost an apologetic face before returning to your riddles. That happend TWICE.

See, Ghost is a patient man specially with you being a walking headache, but this? You knew he wouldn't hold it any longer. And you were eager to see how he'd explode.

His last straw was during a mission where you had to rescue a number of hostages. You two behaved with the same professionalism as always with a non so professional comment here and there, all normal, until you met with the captain and Ghost felt you instantly untangle yourself from his presence. Like Price's dry comments and even dryer humour was more interesting than Ghost's.

You were well aware the lieutenant wouldn't say a word about his obvious discomfort because what reason would he have? You were just attentive to your captain instead of your lieutenant, woops. Also considering the way Ghost is, he would never admit he has a crush on you unless he's provoked too far. So you'll use Price to give him a little push on the right direction.

Out of pure entertainment obviously, not because you loved that bastard too much to confess yourself. Yeah...

Simon didn't have a good enough reason to be pissed so that any person would understand without thinking he's jealous until you gave him one: At your captain's command, you two launched an ambush to the enemies corralling them dangerously close to the hostages, once they were eliminated, you three made a quick work of gathering the hostages out of the boat they were previously captured to wait for the rescuing helos to land while keeping them as far as possible from the bomb the enemies had planted. The moment you rushed inside the boat, Price had to tackle Ghost to the ground so he wouldn't run after you, it didn't take long when you trotted back to them with a few files in hand and a couple of minutes later, the boat exploded. Price smiled proudly, praising you with enthusiasm. "I knew you could do it, hon. Well-fucking-done! This calls for a celebratory drink, don't ya think?"

Ghost didn't speak to you for the whole flight to the base, his eyes were glaring daggers at your form while you discussed the content of the files with Price, seemingly careless about Ghost's state. Of course you were worried about him when Price said the tall brit tried to go after you, you asked if he was alright but the brief "m'fine." he gave you seemed to be enough answer for you to turn around and chat with the captain.

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During morning drills, Ghost sat on a chunk of grass near the fences. His imposing presence did wonders making the soldiers around focus on their training, chores and other tasks, Price deeply thanked him for it because apparently he was busy with other matters of his own, surely with you. He sniffed trying to focus on finishing painting the mask he was holding and totally not thinking about you and Price alone somewhere far from him.

How dare the captain confide in you to gather important Intel he could had easily ordered Ghost to pick quicker than your short legs could carry you?

How dare Price spend more time with a stupidly annoying Sargeant instead of his loyal lieutenant?

How dare you enjoy Prices' presence more than Simon's? Was it because he was more handsome? Because he spoke much more than him? He surely didn't tease you the same way Simon did... Right?

He saw a flash of light from the corner of his eye, raising his gaze up without moving his head an inch he saw your dog tags dangling on your chest reflecting the light of the torching sun almost blinding his him.

The moment you spot your lieutenant you giggled and it irked something ugly in him. Were you mocking him?

You shot Ghost a challenging look he was soon returning with a tilt of his head as to say "oh really? I'll show you." He dropped the mask he was holding to the grass, abruptly standing so fast some passerby yelped in horror, Simon rapidly approaches you from the other side of the training field aggressively bumping into other operators who didn't see him but turned white at the sight of the angry lieutenant glaring ahead, a few rookies looked at the scene about to unfold in fright, some ran to find the captain thinking this would end up bloody.

-"What's got your face like a teapot funeral, lieutenant?"

-"Who do you think you are hiding crucial information of the mission from your superior!?"

-"We were reading the files on the ride here. You chose not to read them, Sim-"

-"Don't fucking call me that! I'm your lieutenant! Got it!? If someone farts I hear it first, if Price has something on his mind I'll be the first he informs, if Intel must be gathered I'd have to know."

You listened with humour all over the face, he was getting so frustrated he looked like an angry two-meter tall pitbull. "My my, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous."

-"I will rip you apart. Hang your corpse on a pole for everyone to see..."

-"That a promise? I'd make a beautiful flag~"

Ghost was on your face huffing like an angry bull, his shoulders heaving with the force of his huffs. He was frustrated as hell with your enchanting wit that did nothing but enamour him further and the fact that he could literally intimidate anyone but you. It was driving him crazy.

You sighed "Are you really THAT mad, dear? I mean come on. You know you are the Captain's favorite but I deserve some of his time too."

He opened his mouth, his skull mask looming over you so close he did you the favor of shielding your face from the sun until "HEY!"

Price stepped between you, but you rose your hand to stop him with a serene look. "No need to baby us, cap. We were just having a peep talk."

Ghost took your arm dragging you away to a quieter place after you calmed your captain but John wasn't so convinced sprinting to you and stopping Simon by gripping your other arm. In that moment they looked like two kids fighting for a toy. You couldn't help but laugh out loud your head falling back not breaking the increasing tension among them.

-"Lieutenant Riley, you are out of line-"

-"I'm out of line? YOU are out of line! Fraternizing with this sargeant, giving her additional support and exposing sensitive information to her like she's ranks above her current one!"

-"Watch your accusations, you won't like the repercussions, besides you are no saint either threatening the life of this Sargeant in front of the others. This is unacceptable behavior from a lieutenant!"

-"OH wanna talk about unacceptable behaviour!? I've kept quiet for far too long. You wanna fuck this woman so bad you risk your position as our captain, it's pathetic... I never expected something like this from you Johnathan."

Your half lidded eyes shot to Price waiting for an answer, the wide smile you held slightly turned downwards at your captains silence. He looked stoic but there was a slight hint of nervousness that manifested in the way he pursed his lips and glared at his lieutenant.

"For real?" You asked. Ghost tsked, Price's hand never wavered from his position gripping your left arm, Ghost didn't either.

"Wanna know something funnier?" You asked, and finally they both broke the eye contact to look at you. "You two wanna fuck me so bad it's getting too obvious. So I suggest something: Do whatever you planned for today, come to my room at night TOGETHER and make up by doing whatever you planned to do to me."

Ghost's eyes widened and Price looked down trying to come up with a replay clearly as stunned as Simon.

"Think of it as a... Hmmm... A bonding exercise! Also a way to make peace. We will all benefit from it, and afterwards we won't have to talk about it if you don't want to." The way you spoke, so sure of yourself made the two men rethink whatever the hell they wanted to spit.

Ghost finally spoke lowly "And if we want to talk about it...?"

Your smile widen, your hands softly took the arms that gripped them making them both shiver as if they had been electrocuted for a moment.

"Then I'm sure we can come up with a deal." You looked back at Price who still had his blue eyes firmly planted on the ground. "Captain?"

"I have a meeting with Laswell at nine o'clock." Price finally rose his gaze to your face, his cheeks were dusted pink in embarrassment accentuating the beautiful constellation of freckles on his face "I'll cancel and skip dinner."

Ghost nods at his captain's decision, you look at the masked brit waiting for his own response "I had to be with Johnny and Kyle somewhere t'night. They'll be well off without me."

"Fantastic! My room at nine, then." You chirped until Price stopped you.

"No-" He abruptly interrupted. Ghost and you looked at him in surprise, nervousness lazed on Price's voice after he shook his head and recomposed himself "My office. We'll go there, that way people will think we'll be addressing the matter of Ghost's public outburst."

Ghost growled out "Public outburst?" But you nodded enthusiastic "Perfect plan! Also it wouldn't be far from the truth at all, am I right fellas?"

By that point the two men had let go of your arms but kept a closer distance to you, their previous angry expressions had softened seeking your eyes with desire, the voids of their pupils were so dilated you could see your smirk reflected on them.

"This will be quite the experience."

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Who should I write next ;) ? Requests open!

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #ghost x reader x price #price x reader x ghost #witty reader

[lilchickie]

I wanted to inform y'all that I'm writing a fic I'll be posting here and in wattapad

It's called Fangs

A Gus x Reader fic where I went wild with a love triangle idea (Ghost x reader x Gus) full of gore, angst, nsf# but keeping the humour warm with a witty (y/n) because I love her.

I also noticed that most of you liked my witty reader x Ghost short so I'll be posting more of them and witty reader x other cod characters with any prompts you request

Love you, Chickies! 🐥❤️

#ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty #gus x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #nikolai x reader #alejandro x reader #rudy x reader #makarov x reader #alex x reader #reyes x reader #konig x reader #horangi x reader #philip graves x reader

[lilchickie]

Random Gusito screenshots I took

Can we talk about how Soap handled him like a bag of potatoes? Lmao the way he's folded

I wish HE would carry me the way jabón carried him

That's his pleasure face

You see that bag back there? That's me

Papa oso be running away like nyuuuummmmmm 🐻💨

Pov you are the last Pringle

I HAD TAKEN A SCREENSHOT OF REYES IN HE SAME POSTURE AND HAD TO PUT IT RIGHT NEXT TO GUSITO'S AND-... My heart... I love em. Hermanos para siempre 😭🐻🫎

He's so majestic 😭🇨🇷

Anyway. That's about it.

#gustavo rodriguez #my gustavito #mi osito gordito #call of duty modern warfare #gus x reader #call of duty #cod #gus #call of duty reyes #cod reyes #enzo reyes

[lilchickie]

Distant memory . aot au

[Armoured Titan! Ghost x Female Titan! Reader]

🐥Wanted to write sum Ghostie because apparently he's the only cod character that attracts people to my page :')

Angst to comfort to angst/ aot lore/ Ghost being Ghost/ cute Gaz just wants peace/ traumatized Reader/ ghost's family is still alive/ titans

- Your marleyan captain Makarov ordered your childhood crush to infiltrate the enemy territory in Paradis island. It is your duty as the female titan bearer to aid the armoured and the colossal since they took too long to update on their spying mission. After so long apart, you and Ghost are confronted with feelings from the past.

Sometimes, when your body took the appearance of a fourteen feet tall beast of a woman, you liked to imagine you were flying.

The clouds seemed so close you could reach them, the birds in the sky spooked at the size of a big pair of eyes close to their path of flight, the sun was hotter but not as much as your torching body, the ground was so low you didn't want to even look at it. Not because you had acrophobia, but because of all the war and chaos bellow.

You were no killing machine. You were just a girl trapped in a war too big for you to participate until they forced you to become a monster bound to do monstrous things. A monster that quickly made you fit to their senseless war to obey and follow the cruel orders of your captain Makarov. Though you were not the only sheep forced to become a wolf, there were other cursed people that understood just how terrifying it was to be forced to become a Titan bearer.

As the plan of exterminating the eldians from Paradis Island took a drastic delay of three years, Captain Makarov himself ordered you to infiltrate as aid for the two previously sent spies also carriers of the colossal and the armored Titan. He thought the Female Titan could shift the attention back to the real course, the real reason you three were sent to that hell-hole.

The sky looked so pretty but your admiration was bound to be interrupted when soldiers from the Survey Corps fly directly above your head. Those soldiers you had joined months ago, those you currently call comrades, siblings in arms...

How sad.

Your head shot downwards taking some of them with you since their ODM gear (Omni-directional mobility gear) was stuck to your scalp. The way your head violently dragged them made the poor souls smash directly into the green weeds and rocks from the ground of the forest you were fastly diving to. You weren't dumb, you knew this change of scenario would be heavily beneficial for them. You wanted to give that advantage.

After half an hour with more killing, running and dodging your titan was tied to multiple trees by metallic wires that cut deeply into the muscles of your human-shaped war tank. You didn't struggle, you knew with your crystalization powers you could easily chop your way out of the trap you got yourself into. But that would be too easy, you had to give them time, you had to make sure the other two spies would spot you, shit themselves and finally try and meet up with you for news about the mission and an update from Marley and their families.

The veil of night engulfs the forest, torches were lit everywhere in order to keep your titan well observed. Many of the soldiers here, even Captain Price, had tried to lure you out of your titan but you never relented although It was hard to maintain focus for so many hours being under there, many times you had felt tempted to indulge them and get out of that suffocating coffin of bones and flesh, you prayed to the gods the spies would interfiere soon to get you out of there. Lucky you didn't have to wait a whole new hour for shifts to turn, apparently Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick had spotted a pack of titans rushing to your position to which caused havoc in the make-shift camp they made.

The titans made a nice job of killing most of them until they got to your titan, chewing it's flesh with vigor, their soulless eyes never leaving the meat of your titan's body. Thanks to this you managed to get out of it's nape with agility dodging every mouth that shot your way. Your ODM gear was surprisingly intact considering it had been inside your titan's body for almost a whole entire day, you felt your brain foggy and your muscles protesting when you balanced yourself into the giant branches of a nearby tree, rushing to regroup with the captain who heavily chastised you for being so late. You were relieved he didn't notice you coming out of the titan all of them had bravely captured and was now being feasted upon.

"What the hell took ya so long!? We thought you had been eaten-"

"She was with us." Ghost.

You hadn't seen Simon Riley in six years since he was sent as a teenager to the eldians' den. You remember crying yourself to sleep because the cute butcher's boy was taken from you before you could confess your feelings. But he is a man now and you are a woman bounded to your respective duties. He has changed so much you couldn't immediately recognize him until you spotted the tattoos on his arm, the tattoos you had designed for him all those years back. The mask Ghost ported was new, but it somehow suited him, it was funny how the armored Titan's porter also shielded his face with some kind of armor. Perhaps he didn't know who he was anymore so he opted to hide what was underneath to create a new identity as Lieutenant Ghost from the 141 squad of the Survey Corps. How easily had he moved on from you, from Marley.

"She was scouting with us, sir. We picked 'er before we left, t'was a last-minute decision. I take full responsibility..." Said Sargeant Gaz with an embarrassed expression.

"Fine, whatever. We ain't got no time for apologies with all the losses we just suffered. Let's regroup with the others and get the fuck out of this nightmare of a forest." The captain snarled defeated.

"Sir, what about the female Titan?" Soap asked alarmed.

"There's nothing we can do. We are a group of seven against a whole horde, we are wounded and she's getting eaten there's nothin' we can do."

"But-"

"Obey my command or you can throw yourself to the titans alone!"

The whole squad instantly straightened their aching backs at the intimidating tone of their captain to soon begin launching themselves through the trees to the awaiting horses at the limits of the forest. Once you got into your horse with a cold look you glanced at Gaz and Ghost, they instantly stared back at you in hidden fear and anticipation.

Months ago they had heard a new flock of soldiers had joined the corps but they didn't expect you. Actually... With every year that passed they feared you'd come, but after six years their fears were almost extinguished with the silly expectancy that Makarov had given up on the extermination. But seeing you here with that cold look in your eyes, the way your skin look paler and how big your muscles had gotten, how much you had changed since the last time they had seen you... It meant they had forced you all these years to train to come and correct their failure, like they were actually expecting it. Ghost felt a wave of hatred clouding his already turbulent mind, his horse picked speed leaving you behind with Gaz until the boy sighed, gave you a knowing nod and followed after his lieutenant.

They knew they couldn't run away from you and their responsibilities, their loyalty was being doubted by the very same captain who trained them to become man-eating monsters in exchange for a better life for their families. Ghost wasn't offended by this, he understood compleatly, but the fact that Makarov sent you... It seemed like the captain knew exactly what you meant to him and the hurricane of feelings that would struck him by sending you to enemy territory. You brought old feelings that tormented Simon when he first got to this retched island until he matured and foolishly thought he grew past them.

"Fucking hell..."

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You had reached the fortress they used to operate, resupply, plan their expeditions and run experiments to investigate the titans. You got an earful from Price who decided to pick up where you left off before he sent you to the showers and finally go to the barracks where Garrick awaited at the door with a grim look. Seeing him like this, with tiredness shagging his body but all grown and healthy made a you feel slightly off put at the seemingly great conditions the eldian people had graced the boys for exchange of their effort to "save humanity"

"Ky..."

He looked to his left and right making sure no one was in the hall before he ran to you wrapping his arms around your body in a tight hug. "Y-you... Fuck..." He couldn't speak, nostalgia hit you two like a boulder and tears were shed in each other's arms "My goodness you had grown... You used to be a little mouse back then" you said pinching his cheek. "Must be the titan in me." Gaz joked referring to the colossal titan's power running through his blood.

"You had made quite an entrance! I'm sorry we couldn't aid you faster, Simon uh... Well... He had a meltdown." His eyes tried to express the words he couldn't bring himself to say yet you played dumb because you did want him to say it.

"He's changed (y/n). The years we spent here since we were brats... They have practically finished raising us."

Your face changed from sympathy to cold defensiveness. Gaz was quick to rectify.

"It's not- I mean, we are loyal to our homeland, but seeing you was like getting a glimpse of the lives we left behind to integrate here. You know how emotional Simon is under that hardened exterior."

"He was given the armored titan for a reason. We need to talk. Where is he?" You sighed taking a step back and pinching the bridge of your nose.

Gaz grimaced signaling you to speak lower hoping no one has heard a word you just muttered. "His office...Come."

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Walking down the corridor to the lieutenant's office gave you more fright than enduring Price's lectures whenever you did something to piss him off. You hated Simon for leaving you behind, but you knew it was your duty as titan shifters to accomplish what Makarov has put in your hands, and yet... You missed that bad temper and sassy frown he always carried, you missed stargazing while eating stolen watermelons from the market of your street, you missed when you two would pair up for every tiring exercise each morning to make your captain proud, you missed your Simon, and you were afraid "Ghost" the eldian version of Simon had replaced the boy you grew up with. Kyle was still your loving, trusting Kyle. But Ghost?

Gaz knew the mission your lives were doomed to accomplish made you and Ghost sacrifice more than living a normal life, it also made you put aside the feelings you held for one another. Kyle had spent multiple nights being Simon's rock, encouraging him to very slowly open the troubles of his heart to him, in the den of wolves they were instructed to dive in, only them both were fully aware of the true sacrifices they had to endure when they were only children for their families to not live in misery, poverty and hunger, while they told the eldian soldiers lies about their origins. Kyle will never tell you about the nights Simon spent crying feeling convinced that he'd never see you again. As time passed by, Gaz picked the red flags of an incoming identity crisis that only seemed to soothe whenever Simon was reminded of you, of your sole existence, not his family, not his friends but only you and the feelings he strongly felt for you managed to separate Lieutenant Ghost from Simon Riley, the tattoo on his arm you had doodled for him out of boredom and that he surprised you one day having tattooed it, was the only physical proof that you existed, that his whole childhood wasn't a dream. That he only came here to return the founder to Makarov, not live a life as a new Simon who has no (y/n) to love, defend and train with.

With all this said, Gaz was understandably worried about this reunion. Not just because of the news you had from Marley but also for the new update they recently got to inform you.

Ghost was already waiting for you two sitting on his wooden chair that by the looks of the damaged floor, he had dragged with total carelessness from behind his stacked table to the left side of the office right across a sitting area with a small coffee table that held three cups of tea.

When you stepped inside he froze, his body went rigid on his spot, the hairs of his arms rose in goosebumps. You were equally as struck but you swallowed it down for the sake of formalities, as you muttered your quick greetings you sat across from him along with Gaz. Ghost nods your way, places his mask down the table and you try not to cry at the view of your long-lost love sitting there with tired eyes, his littler of scars you remember tracing with your fingers and a sadness radiating from him that made your pulse shake.

"Gentlemen, is it safe to speak?"

"Made sure t'pick the office farthest from the barracks, laboratory and Prize's quarters. The only potential trouble would be the stables nearby, but at this hour it's empty." Ghost said in a matter of fact tone.

"Everyone's in the barracks and the captain is currently on his room writing Laswell of today's mission." Gaz concluded.

You sigh, take a long sip of your cup of tea and carefully place it down fighting a smile. Ghost still remembers how you like it. The men look at each other until Gaz decides to begin:

"We have the attack titan secluded."

"That means Valeria is dead....YOU LET THIS HAPPEN! YOU FUCKING TRAITORS!"

Gaz and Ghost abruptly stand up alerted by the change of mood. This wasn't like you. Kyle calmed you down begging for you to lower your tone, you ignored him smashing the table looking at the distance begging for clarification.

Ghost sat down again and decided to speak. "We are still loyal to our homeland than you think, (y/n)." Gaz nods "Valeria is not dead. She's trapped, contained... They don't even fully understand how the power of the founder works. They plan to study her."

"Why the fuck did you let that happen?"

"We couldn't simply interfiere, it would have blown our cover!" Gaz wails.

"Your cover has lasted six years. Why do you think Makarov sent me?"

"Hopefully not to finish us for the delay." Ghost grunts.

"Us? As in... Task force 141!?" You spat and he flinched lowering the tea from his lips.

"As you know, this mission should have taken less than three years and you doubled it, he is understandably anxious and pissed. Boys, we are still after the founder. Do not lose track on the mission ahead and remember who the real enemy is."

There was a pause then, your bodies feeling exhausted because of all the acrobatics from the last failed mission in the forest and the tension of the thousand feelings this whole conversation was evoking from each of you. As you took another sip of tea, Simon noted how the softness of youth had disappeared from you, stripped away by your hateful marleyan captain Makarov, and all because him and Gaz couldn't accomplish the mission faster as they were getting a soft spot for the eldians, for captain Price, for Johnny... He has failed you and the wrath of your captain fell on you transforming your beautiful body into a galaxy of pain and sorrows, your eyes a pair of dead stars whose light died the day Simon left, and the scars along your body were constellations of memories in the battlefield and your abusive training with your captain before getting the divine "privilege" of being a shifter, your healing powers healed any wound you got from then on never the scars your body during youth.

You composed yourself after a long sigh. "Where do they keep Valeria?"

"On a cell in the lav, they got her sedated. They uh... Have been discussing how and who will get to take her titan."

"So they do suspect it can be taken away...Who exactly did they have in mind?"

"We don't know, but we think it's Colonel Alejandro Vargas." Ghost grunts.

"Tsk. That fool is too unstable. He'll kill us all trying to tame her power... Soap?"

"Nah, lad's got less chance to earn it... What about the captain?" Asked Gaz.

"Old man's too sane to throw his human life away for a power he does not fully understand." Ghost says back.

"For now it's looking like Ale will get it...." You sigh. "So for now they'll keep her locked until Vargas agrees to inherit it, is that correct?"

They collectively nod with their sight lost in thought mauling at the information spilled until you say something that shocks them.

"Alejandro is too impulsive the attach titan would suit him perfectly... I suggest we try to convince him to take it."

"Have you gone fucking mad!?" Ghost barks making Gaz almost drop his teacup.

"We'll try to get him to join our cause first, show him what's further the walls and the sea. If he does we'll have the attack titan, if he doesn't we kill him. Simple. Judging by how passionate he is about human rights I bet convincing him will be like stealing candy to a kid, and with him cones his squad of vaqueros, wherever Ale goes they go, it could be very beneficial."

Gaz sighs trying to hide his nervousness at the prospect of killing the colonel "But If Alejandro dies...?"

You smile "Then we will try luck with his second in command, Rodolfo Parra. We could blame captain Price for Alejandro's murder if it comes to be, it must be during a scouting mission or else it'll be too obvious... Then with the pain of the loss Rudy will be easier to mold to our like."

Gaz and Ghost seemed convinced exchanging a few words amongst each other. "It's good t'have ya back, (y/n)." Ghost admits out loud and you thank deity up there that he is so reluctant to kill one of his current allies for the sake of Makarov's plan.

.

An hour has passed informing the boys about their families. How Simon's brother has gotten engaged and was expecting a son and how Kyle's twin had opened a business near the market street you all used to play and steal stuff from. By the end Kyle decided to head back to the barracks with a wide smile after hearing from his brother and Ghost- well. He wanted to speak to you about a private matter, Garrick understood instantly and left without a fuss.

Now that you were alone together, Simon went to sit on Gaz's previous seat next to you as you took something from your pocket.

"I had brought these for you..." You softly said handing him a small stock of sweets from Marley. The sweets you used to share together when you chilled together in the rooftops of old abandoned buildings from your neighborhood.

Ghost let out a low chuckle "Waited til' Gaz wasn't around to share 'em with me, doll?" Your face softened at the use of the old nickname he used to call you, He melted in the spot, both of you smiling like idiots and looking elsewhere other than each other's eyes.

"Never liked 'em." He said simply and you looked at him in confusion. "I only pretended to like 'em because you always wanted to share them with me."

"You buffoon..." You chuckled then and sighed a "More for me I guess..." Before shoving the sweets to your pocket but Ghost's hand shot to your wrist stopping you mid motion. His other hand open the bag slightly to scoop up a sweet and gently, very very gently placed it in the gap between your lips.

"Keep it there." He whispered it so sensually you couldn't help but obey, the sweet taste of the marleyan treat melted a little in your mouth.

He leaned to you ear, a hand nuzzling your right cheek gentle like a summer breeze, Simon supports his weight on his other arm, his hand resting near your thigh brushing it lightly with his thumb. You could feel shivers running down your spine. "I said I only ate it when you offered to share 'em with me."

He parted from your ear meeting your eyes with a dark look on his, brown orbes landed on your lips still holding the sweet. Your hands scratch lightly on the stubble from his jaw making his eyes close as he slowly leaned closer once more, your noses touched until you tilted your head to accommodate the lieutenant.

Simon kisses you then, his tongue swiftly robbing the sweet from your mouth. He parts a few millimeters, swallows the treat with an exaggerated gulp and a grimace then tries to kiss you again until you stop him placing your index finger on his lips.

"If you are gonna make that expression on the first kiss you give me I don't want to imagine the face you'll make when we-"

A harsh knock on the door interrupted your sensual moment when the voice of Soap spoke from the other side.

"Love, ye locked the door. Mind lettin' me in...?"

Love?

This was his lieutenant's office he surely must have mistaken it for someone else's room...

But the look of panic on Simon's face said it all. You abruptly stand up like he had burned you. And frankly he must have, because the ache you felt at that moment was worse than a simple burn.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #aot au #aot #au

[lilchickie]

Ghost x witty reader

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Running through the hall heaving like a dog earned you a few confused looks from the passerbys, but the fact that your lieutenant was in the armory about to leave for a month to a mission you were not quite informed of, made you skip breakfast to at the very least, say goodbye. Because obviously that's what friends do... Not crazy fucks with a big-ass crush.

"Hey! Hey!!" You call out to Ghost who by the looks of it, is not happy at all while rearranging his bag near the exit from where you just busted in.

"Don't got time to humour ya, sarge. We are deploying in a few minutes." The tall Brit growls rushing to collect his things, the heavy bag he previously had on the floor was now being launched to his shoulder as Simon got ready to leave the room.

"Weren't ya leaving in like... Half a week?" You breathlessly said getting on his way.

"Yeah well, change of plans. That's our job, sweetheart."

You crossed your arms with a patient look and that seemed to tick him off.

"You weren't planning to simply leave without saying goodbye, right? That's not something my favorite lieutenant would do."

He busied himself checking his gear for the last time on the crusty, broken mirror near next to you that someone had forgotten to throw away as an excuse to spend a few minutes listening to you.

"What would ya have me do? I ain' got no time to fuck around kissing everyone g'bye."

"Do you need a good luck's kiss, LT?"

That shocked Ghost, but he was obviously not going to openly show it, he knew if he was too obvious he wouldn't hear the end of it with all your teasing, so he stood there staring blankly at your reflection next to him in utter silence and you, always so straight forward, weren't one to shy away from this even if it was only a joke.

You moved the paralyzed lieutenant by the shoulders to face you so you could lean in, to your surprise he crouched a bit to your level when he picked up on what you were about to do, your hand went to his jaw tilting his head a bit to the side with his permission, then you planted your lips to the cold surface of his masked cheek. Ghost's eyes remained open, never blinking in a seemingly bored expression while you smiled in amusement at your lieutenant until you spotted the clock hanging from the wall behind him and realization hit you.

"Y'gotta go, what are ya waiting for? A second kiss?"

That seemed to pull him out of his hidden stupor, he blinked twice, leaned back and stretched his neck. "Thanks for the offer. That wasn't awkward at all..."

"Why! I bet you are blushing under there~"

"On your dreams, I only indulge in your stupidity-"

"Oh, for bonding I bet."

"Not really, it's only for my sole amusement."

"My goodness, Riley. You are cold..."

Ghost was about to leave the armory with his hand ready to open the door until he heard this, he turned to you, took a few rushed steps closer his right hand shooting to grab your nape and pressed the teeth of his mask to your forehead simulating a kiss. It was your turn to look openly dumbfounded. Ghost took a peek your way, said his quick goodbyes and left.

He'll never acknowledge the loud dreamy sigh that scaped his mouth when his lungs deflated once he got to the humvee.

Simon could die on this mission and feel a type of peace only belonging to a man who has seen and done everything on his list. Although next time, if everything goes right and he gets back to you, he hopes you'll give him another kiss but this time with no mask.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader

[lilchickie]

Guys.

I just had a wild idea for an Attack on Titan AU...

Price as the beast titan

Soap as the jaw titan

Ghost as the armoured titan

Gaz as the colossal Titan

I don't know where this idea came from tbh I was staring into nothingness, remembered AOT and instantly thought ... COD.

#aot #aot au #attack on titan #call of duty #cod #call of duty modern warfare #price #soap #ghost #gaz #au #task force 141 #tf 141 #cod 141 #attack on titan au

[lilchickie]

YOU GUYS....

LOOK AT NOVA AND REYES AAAAA

My babies :')

NILA'S HAND ON ENZO'S SHOULDER... THE CUTE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS THEY PROBABLY SHARE- (Enzo surely hides it somewhere)

#call of duty modern warfare #nova call of duty #reyes call of duty #call of duty #the three fools #call of duty mobile #nova #reyes #cod nova #cod reyes #cod