#aq has had it with these men

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It's still a headcanon as far as her lore on the blog goes and it's not fully fleshed out still either, but I've slightly amended how aq knows abt wrh bring her dad and I need to wrote it down before I forget so into a tag dump we go

#🌊 ( ooc ) : mun talking #I'm writing a fic ( in my head mostly ) that features the hc #so ofc I was thinking abt it too hard and I realized to try and have her born at any point PRIOR #to the sunshot campaign didn't really work ( especially going off the idea that it lasted several years ) #I'll put this to post or her blog page eventually #but she was born at some point DURING the campaign . her mom ran away with her shortly afterwards #but aq ends up in the hands of other ppl ( not wrh bc he can't exhaust men or time to go looking for her ) #it's likely through a letter Jia Mu wrote they know abt her parentage ( she expected to die getting aq to safety and she does ) #aq still ends up on the streets at a young age though . I'm not changing That #she's just never actually met wrh like I had initially decided before #I know hcs dont have to line up 1 to 1 with canon but after thinking about it it bothered me too much #anywayz the fic isn't where my time has gone . I've been playing games ( mainly deltarune somehow... )

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Listen, I don’t know if you’re writing for König now— but I feel like the presence of two masked figures (König and Ghost) is just begging for some fics full of jealousy; Ghost doesn’t like someone flirting with his girl, and he especially doesn’t like someone with goofy ass drapes over their face trying to flirt with his girl either.

But— it’s just a thot. A Thursday thot.

I do not currently write for Konig! (Nor shall I start as of yet, bc I have wayyy too many unfinished projects and refuse to indulge in additional distractions) However, I can make time for a little Thursday Thots drabble for you, anon!

He's touching you again.

Ghost sees all, with his tar-dark stare, burning, scorching into your skin as Konig hovers beside you. The Austrian soldier's hand hovers over your shoulder, the touch hesitant, fleeting but there all the same.

It's a dangerous proximity, one that Ghost would normally tolerate from a lesser man. Usually his size, his dark, looming stature is enough to ward off any potential suitors towards you, chasing them away like an abraxas curse. They see his eyes, the way he clings to shadows and lures you there- keeping you safe.

Konig, however, seems to not see that silent rune, or has decided to foolishly ignore it. He hovers at your side, hip nearly bumping yours, one massive hand planted on his other side as he leans over the map, lit by the dusty Uzbekistan sun. He dwarfs you in comparison, and Ghost can't help the prickle of awareness that comes with the advantage the Austrian has in height, pure, rippling mass.

"AQ forces will be rendezvousing here for the pick-up." You declare, pointer finger stopping on part of the route below you. "There's not much cover for us aside from the poppy field nearby, we may need to..."

Granted, Ghost isn't paying much attention to you either. Not with the way he's so damn distracted by the hulking soldier beside you, the way he's not looking at the map at all. Konig's eyes linger on your face from under his hood, and at this angle Ghost can see the way they flicker over your scrunched brow, your twinkled, focused gaze.

It's almost adorable, the way you're so oblivious. You seem not to notice the men around you, not with the way Konig clings to your side like an affectionate, stray tomcat. Nor do you notice Ghost's eyes as he leans on a wall within the shadows of the rubbled building, gaze menacing like the sharp glint of a blade.

"What about here?" Konig asks, and his other hand follows yours, stopping to point out a ridge that is perfectly unsuitable for the purposes of this extraction. His voice slurs low over the vowels with his accent, and you seem to be so distracted by his query you fail to notice the way his hand secures on your shoulder as if to maintain his balance at your side.

No, instead you shake your head at his question, humming a low, displeased note in your throat, ignorant to the Austrian's hand across your opposite shoulder, placed firmly against your form.

"No, we could make it happen if we had an additional sniper, but considering it's just the three of us-" You pause, sucking your lower lip between your teeth, fingers tapping the aged wooden table you're braced on. "Then again, I could do it, set up a spot and provide suppressing fire while you two-"

"We aren't leaving you behind, Maus." Konig rumbles, and his voice is deeper now, spoken in a tone just for you.

You blink, turn then, and seem to at last notice just how close he is, staring up into his gentled eyes hidden underneath the mask.

That's it.

"A word, sergeant." Ghost growls, and your eyes dart to him, wide and caught off-guard. There's a flicker of awareness there, one summoned by the recognition of his tone- dark, low like thunder. A warning.

"Konig." You say slowly, eyes not leaving Ghost, as if tracing a wolf in the woods. "A moment, please?"

"Of course, Frauliene."

At last, he steps away from you, practically having to peel himself away from your side. When he strides towards the entrance, broken glass shatters under his massive feet. He pauses there, casting a lingering glance to you, then to Ghost- only to see the poisoned, dripping stare levied at him.

Strangely, he holds it for a moment, refusing to look away. Yet just as ire simmers higher in Simon's blood he turns, vanishes beyond the boundary of the doorway.

It's only then that you turn to Ghost.

"Care to explain what that was ab-oof!"

It takes Ghost two short strides to close the distance between you, reaching out a single, black gloved hand to drag you forward, into his front. It's a gesture he normally wouldn't indulge in, this blatantly outward display of his affections. Yet the prickle of something that feels shamefully like envy itches under his skin, chafes at his bones until there's a rawness there, an itch to have you closer.

"Simo-" You try, face muffled into his vest.

"He can't have you." Ghost murmurs darkly, a thumb digging into the soft part of your skull at your nape. You whine on instinct, the sensation grounding, possessive in a way that leaves you reeling. For a moment your hands flutter at your sides before lifting, gripping at his sleeves rolled at his elbows. Ghost only drags you closer, tilting his head downward into your hair, where he grows a promising affirmation, his words the boundary of that abraxas that keeps you to him.

"You are mine."

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• EYES ON ME •

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader (they/them, 18+)

summary: captain price and station chief kate laswell assign you to your latest mission with some new and old faces. for some reason they thought it would be a good idea to have two lieutenants...

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; angsttt to smut (kinda enemies to lovers trope?); cod mw 2 campaign spoilers; reader referred to by rank (lieutenant, "lt") and call sign (aero); weapons, gore, violence; heavy petting, oral and rough sex, etc.

word count: ~4.3k

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note: hello there! i’ve desperately needed to get this ghost smut out of my head. i hope you will join me on this crazy ghost loving journey. this is also my first time writing for a gender neutral reader. please let me know your thoughts so i can make my posts more inclusive for everyone! situational dynamics are inspired by the "my personal ghost" wattpad series. highly recommend.

resource: cod character list

Your CIA briefings usually last no more than 5-minutes. Laswell informs you of the target, the place, the time, and whether it’s a capture or kill. She typically chooses the squad for you, seeing as you haven’t collected many friends along the way. Price is often involved. Your favorite captain - your thoughts, priorities, and ideals always aligned. The briefing videos are always choppy and difficult to hear, but perfect for contracts.

“Her name is Nadia Sidorov. Intel says she will be at Restaurant Ébullition in Montpellier by 21:00,” Laswell reports. “France,” you mutter under your breath. “Yes, I know you have some history but Price will make sure everything’s clear before you land,” she replies with amusement. The country leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You love France, but France most certainly does not love you. Any mission you have had there typically goes to shit and leaves you improvising. Improvising tends to lead to more trouble than needed.

Laswell continues, “You are to capture her and deal-maker for interrogation. Deal-maker has ties with AQ.” You smile, “Tying up lose ends, Kate?” A smirk grows on her face. You aren’t supposed to know much about AQ’s organization, especially anything to do with the most recent mission against them. However, you have eyes everywhere. You tend to make it habit to keep tabs on your employers. Always ready for whatever they throw your way.

“I’ll get it done,” you answer with a firm nod. You reach to end the call, as you normally would at this point. “Wait, Aero-”, Laswell adds. You pause as quickly as you are instructed. “Your squad. You’ll be running with Sergeant MacTavish,” she continues. Soap, you think to yourself. He’s a good man to have, but can be quite annoying. He never knows how to keep quiet on coms, always making the corniest of jokes to keep things light. “And Lieutenant Riley,” she hesitantly adds.

You scoff with your eyebrows pulled together. “Another lieutenant?” you ask with a monotoned voice. You try your best to keep your face deadpanned, but you are disgusted at the thought of sharing rank with someone. To have to coordinate with another squad leader? To have to compromise and hear out their thoughts on how to approach the mission. Fuck that. “Price’s orders,” she shares. With an audible growl, you confirm, “I’ll get it done.” You furiously click the button to end the call. “Fucking hell.”

Boots on the ground and you are already dreading this mission. “Aero, it’s nice to see you again,” Soap says in passing as he pats your back with a smile. God, you hated his constant chipper attitude. You nod as you watch him run off towards the Captain’s table. There Price is, another wild style to his already wild beard. As soon as he makes eye contact with you, his eyes dart towards the map he’s laid upon the table. Oh, he knows exactly how much he’s asking of you by pairing you with another LT.

You observe the other men around the table. Many of which you have not met before. This was not out of the ordinary. It appears you may have been late to the briefing, despite being an hour early. “Welcome Aero,” Price says with a nod. “Captain,” you respond as you walk up to the table. “This is Alejandro and Rudy from Mexican Special Forces,” he continues. Rudy nods as Alejandro shoots you a smile. “You know Soap and Gaz.” Soap smiles at you, while Gaz smirks with a raise of his brow. You have some history with Gaz, but you were always a big fan of the solider.

“Lieutenant Riley, aka Ghost,” Price continues with finality. Soap bites his lip as he leads your gaze over towards the tall dark mass in the corner. The first thing you see is his skulled mask. It covers all but his eyes. Those eyes that burn holes into your face. They gaze back at only your eye line and none of your other features. He leaves no social or facial cues for you to decipher. You find it incredibly annoying.

You've had experience with masked soldiers. Usually, there's not much to look at underneath the mask. Or their face is a constant reminder of who they've become so they hide it away and never address it. You wonder why Simon Riley wears his, and why it's a skull. What's underneath? What's Ghost hiding? Arms crossed over his chest displays his black tattoos spread across his forearms. Interesting that he has visible identifying features, yet continues to use a mask.

“And this is Lieutenant y/l/n, aka Aero,” Price continues, pulling you from your thoughts. You look over the squad. If Price orchestrated this assignment, everyone must be more than capable to complete the mission. You trust your life in the Captain’s hands. However, it’s difficult to transfer that trust to those you’ve just met. Unfortunately, you have to try. “Hello boys,” you greet with a nod. A grin quickly forms on Soap, Gaz , and Alejandro’s faces as they exchange looks. Ghost remains stone cold, as far as you can tell.

“Sidorov will be meeting AQ’s out-sourcing team at the breakfast. We’ll have Gaz and Aero pose in the restaurant. Ghost and Soap overwatch. Alejandro and Rudy for exfil,” Price informs the group. Like a shot of unfortunate luck, both you and Ghost speak at the same time. “Why do they want her?” and “What does she have to offer?” You both exchange looks. Yours full of disgust. Ghost's eyes as ambiguous as ever. Soap and Alejandro snicker quietly. “This’ll be fun,” Soap adds with a bump to Gaz’s shoulder.

“Why do we need two Lieutenants, Price?” Ghost asks sternly. You weren’t able to hear it before on account of you both speaking over each other, but the tall masked man sounds deep, raspy, and unbearably serious. His voice filled with British inflection. The melodic tone has peaked your interest, but not any more than the Captain’s answer to the question.

Price sighs deeply, appearing to be annoyed. “God damnit,” he mutters under his breath. “Alright, you are both experts in your own fields. We need two of our top players for this mission. You two are the lieutenants. Figure out how you will both lead the 141.” He clearly has been annoyed for some time regarding the assignment, but funny how you have yet to even bring it up. Ghost, over there, must have drilled him prior to your arrival. He growls in response as you swear you watch the whites of his eyes roll. A slight smile forms on the side of your face.

With a clearing of your voice, you repeat, “Sidorov - what does she have to offer AQ?” Gaz quickly steps in. Your eyes darting towards his movement. “She’s an arms dealer. Pretty big in Europe. We have word that she’s moving something big,” he shares. “We need to find out what, when, and where.” You hum at the sound of his intel. “Sounds like fun. Where will exfil be?” you ask with your eyes to the map. Alejandro points towards the bridge across the way from the restaurant. “Los Vaqueros will be here. Ready for support if needed," he answers confidently.

"Alright," you answer. With a flick of your eyes, your glance shifts up to Ghost. "You got any questions, LT?" you tauntingly ask. You know exactly what you are doing. Hell bent on poking this masked bear. Soap exchanges looks between you two, like his first Christmas with divorced parents. Another growl emerges from behind the mask. It leaves you with a smirk. "Let's roll out," Price says as he grabs hold of the map.

Restaurant Ébullition has an interesting feel to it. Its stoned walls transport you to another time, but the food has you right here in the present. "God, I love when we get to eat on the job," you say with a mouth full of food. "You're damn right, Aero. This tastes incredible," Gaz responds with a laugh. You chuckle alongside him, truly selling the idea that both of you were close friends on a dinner date. All while beautiful Nadia is sitting alone three tables down from you. "Are you both done?" the chilling, deep voice plays through the covert communication device in your ear.

"Ugh. Can't even enjoy our meal, huh, Gaz?" you ask with a laugh. "Always work and no play," Gaz taunts. Ghost willingly radios his annoyed grunt. You take another bite of your pasta. A piece of you hinting that it should be your last, seeing as you are about to embark on quite the physical journey.

"AQ has arrived. One going in, two security outside," Soap radios in. You place down your fork as you shine a smile towards Gaz. "Eyes on," you whisper through your smile as you mark the male figure walking towards Sidorov. He wears a navy blue suit that fits him like a glove. "Confirmed meeting," Gaz says as he stabs his fork into another bite of food. You bite your lip as you watch the man and Sidorov greet each other. They both sit down as their hands rest upon their phones. "Electronic transaction," you mutter against your cup right before taking a sip of your water. "Tracking," Ghost answers coldly.

Gaz smiles as his hands reach over to yours. You oblige as you lean closer towards him. His fingers warm to the touch, but hardened in the way you appreciate. His delicate brown eyes leaving you with a genuine smirk. As much as this mission irks you, you do appreciate having something beautiful to look at.

While you are lost in thought, Gaz passes a small cylindrical item into your palm. "Who do you want?" he asks with a grin. The question leads you to believe the item is a tranquilizer. "Hm, I was thinking the man. I like his suit," you lean closer into him as you grip onto the needled tranq. He smiles devilishly as his eyes fall towards your mouth. You hum as you lightly place your lips upon him. Your eyes initially closed, but slowly open once you hear movement from the targets’ table.

"Are you two done snogging or are we gonna get the arm's dealer?" Ghost abruptly pours over the coms. You pull back with a laugh. "Someone's a little jealous," you murmur. That brings a huge smile to Gaz’s face. “Quite the opposite,” Ghost retorts. You place a gentle hand upon Gaz’s cheek, covering your mouth from Sidorov’s point of view.

You continue to keep your eyes on Gaz’s to sell that you were speaking only to him. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to be here and eat this delicious food right now?” Gaz places kisses to the palm of your hand. “No, I would not want to down there with you,” he answers matter of factly.

As much as his comment left a sting to your heart, you watch as Gaz’s eyes track Sidorov through the restaurant. She stands and walks towards the back kitchen. The AQ target stands as well. He straightens out his dress shirt and walks over to the front. "It's done," you whisper. Once their backs are turned, both you and Gaz go to your designated targets. He should have her down easy, but worst case he has Los Vanqueros to back him up. You, on the other hand, have to rely on Ghost’s overwatch.

“He’s about to meet up with his men,” Ghost chimes in. You hurry your pace as you watch the man pat one of his security on the shoulder. “Window’s lost. Made it harder on yourself,” he shares with disgust. Soap awkwardly adds, “What’s the point if there’s no challenge?” With a roll of your eyes, you mark one civilian in the area - the valet boy. As the target was finishing his conversation, you quickly move past him to give the valet your ticket first.

The boy runs to grab your car in the other lot. You turn to the men with a smile sprawled across your face. “Sorry, boys. I’m in a bit of a rush,” you share as they look at you with disdain. Abruptly, you stab the target in the top of his thigh with your tranquilizer. Your thumb pressing firmly against the plunge. All while spinning your leg through a low kick and dropping one of the security guards onto their backs. The other one attempts to reach for his gun. You quickly grab your knife from your boot and fling it. It lands perfectly into the man’s chest, just as Ghost’s bullet plows through his head.

You let out a growl as you turn your attention towards the man on his back. You rapidly plunge your other knife into his heart as you look up towards Ghost’s overwatch position. “I had him,” you say through gritted teeth. “Didn’t look like it,” he responds. You shake off that bullshit and reach for the AQ trader. He rests peacefully, face down, on the sidewalk.

As you lug him over your shoulder, a car pulls around the front in a mad dash. You lock eyes with Rudy, who’s smile slowly grows. “Hola, teniente,” he greets. “Qué tal, Rudy?” you respond. You walk the target over to the trunk of the car. Your arm pulls it open. You lean your shoulder over its empty so that the target lands gracefully. Closing the hatch, you hear Ghost ask, “Gaz, Alejandro - you at exfil?” You intently listen as you walk over to the front seat.

“Yes, LT, with target in hand,” Gaz answers. You pull yourself into the front seat. “Let’s wrap this up and get home,” you say sternly. All in hopes of closing the mission out before Ghost. How did your sole purpose in life become annoying this masked mystery? You watch as Rudy begins to laugh beside you. You can’t help but smirk as you mutter “Shut up” under your breath.

• qué tal: what's up?

Ghost stands in the corner of the room, his apparent favorite spot. His lurking tall mass blending in with the darkness. The hairs on the back of your neck stand. His presence is making interrogation so much harder for you. His continuous staring leaves you uncomfortable. You catch glimpses of his eyes through the swaying lamp that fills the room. They are always looking back at you.

Soap rests against the wall. His eyes solely focused on the target, which you greatly appreciated. He remains silent as you do your work. The group had brought Sidorov and the AQ contact to a US black site. Each room was lined with sound proofing, perfect for what you had in mind. Even the briefing room outside was lined with the proof, just to further ensure the intel received stayed with the right hands.

“Man, let’s not make this any harder than it needs to be. I really don't want to fuck up this suit," you say as you pull against the AQ target's blazer. "What’s your name?” you ask. You crouch in front of him as he sits upon an old chair with his hands tied tightly behind him. The man smiles, “Fuck you.” His accent thick with Russian descent. “Alright, ‘Fuck you.’ What is Sidorov moving?” you ask. That gets a chuckle out of Soap.

The man remains silent. His eyes tracking your every movement. With a sigh, you pull out your knife from your back waistline. “How’s this going to go?” you ask as you shine your knife towards him. “Fuck you,” he repeats without hesitation. You smile as you plunge your knife into the top of his thigh. The man’s screams radiate throughout the room. Music to your ears.

“Stand down,” Ghost announces as he walks from his darkened corner. You rise from your crouch to meet him head on. “Excuse me?” you ask. Did this asshole really tell you to stand down? As if he has any authority over you? After all his condescending shit tonight? Fuck that. You stand face to face with nostril’s flared and your fists clenched.

“Hey, hey, hey. Let’s take this outside, LT’s,” Soap suggests as he guides you both outside of the interrogation room. With a slight close of the door behind him, he lets out an exasperated sigh. “You two need to talk. I’ll keep pressing him,” he says as he walks back inside the interrogation room. The door makes a clear clicking sound when he locks it behind him. Making it impossible for you both to follow him.

Once Soap is gone, you turn to look at Ghost, who’s been staring at you the entire time. “The hell is your problem, Ghost?” you ask, rage filled through your voice. "You aren't needed here. You can leave," he states calmly. You scoff, trying to hold back your laughter. You lean in, closer to his stitched skulled mask. "I'm pretty sure the Captain decides that. Not you," you whisper.

"Back up," Ghost warns. His voice remaining cool, calm, and collected. You lean in closer to him. Your face right in front of his. You are practically begging for him to do something. You can see the anger building in his eyes as you show no fear, no authority, no respect. Finally, some emotion he cannot hide. "No," you retort.

Ghost quickly extends his arm to land a blow to your gut. You, just as quickly, block it and land a fist against his jaw. Hey, he started it. Your leg goes in for a kick, but he blocks it with his own. He lands a blow against your gut that time and another onto your nose. Blood trickles down from one of your nostrils as you increase the distance between you two.

The familiar itchy sensation as the blood pools atop your upper lip. You can't help but smile. You always enjoyed a good fight. Your nose bleeds for only a minute. His eyes remain hellbent on you, still filled with rage.

Through dipping and ducking, you manage to drop your fist onto his zygomatic bone. Guaranteeing a black eye that only he will see when he takes off his mask. As you reach in for another jab to his nose, he wraps your extended arm around your body. He tucks you close against his as he pins the arm across your chest. Your elbow digging deep within his stomach. He grunts as he rapidly adjusts his hand placements.

Before you knew it, your pinned arm was now being used against you and holding your chin against your left shoulder. Your other arm now held tightly at the side of his hip. He got you. Fuck.

As you both breathe heavily against each other in this tight hold, you continue to try and best your way out of it. With each of your movements, you begin to feel a growing firmed mass against your ass. You recognize exactly what it was. It was difficult to pull your focus back towards getting out Ghost's hold. It even left you wondering if you wanted to. Confusing thoughts flood your brain as your body continues to make attempts out of his grasp.

You finally are able to move your leg enough to land the heel of your foot against Ghost's toes. In his pain, you are able to snake your body away from him. You face him once again, but this time with your hands to your sides. His brown eyes watch you carefully, preparing for your next move.

As you often do when fighting, you allow your body to take control. You trust your instincts and where your body leads you. You raise one of your hands as your eyes remain on Ghost's. Your dominate hand slowly travels to the inner hem of his cargo pants. As he feels your gentle touch, he takes in a sharp surprising breath. His eyes remain on you and still filled with anger. But he wasn't stopping you as you place your palm upon the outline of his cock.

You press against him with more force. Your own mouth begins to hang as you pull closer to him. His bulge growing in your hands. Ghost releases a shaky breath as his chin raises. His eyes remaining on you. Before you can stop yourself, you whisper, "I want it." Another breath is released between the two of you. It is followed by a hesitant nod of Ghost's head.

With his agreement, your hands gradually travel to Ghost's belt. You unbuckle it while both your eyes continue to remain on each other. No one would dare break the gaze. As you unzip and lower his pants, you slowly descend onto your knees in front of him. The bulge is even more evident against his blacked out boxer briefs. Your mouth begins to water.

Ghost's breathing intensifies at the sight of you on your knees. Your eyes still fixed upon him. Slow again, you pull down his briefs. Your eye contact breaks only to reveal the large girthy red tipped cock that flips onto his toned stomach. You release a slow breath as you see a bead of precum emerging from his slit. Your mouth is drawn to him. It is undeniable.

You allow your body to take charge once more. Your hand slowly wraps around the base of his cock, firm against his groomed curls. Your mouth slightly opens as you are ready to take him in. Ghost's fingers curl underneath your chin. Your eyes land upon his once again. Those warm brown eyes watching you with hellish intent.

He softly instructs, "Eyes on me, Lieutenant." With a growing smile, you guide his cock towards your mouth. As your lips wrap his tip, you watch as he takes in a heavy breath. His eyelids slightly fluttering. You note that he is trying his best to keep his eyes on you as well.

Circling his reddened head, your tongue lathers Ghost's cock. The salted taste of his precum leaving you with an abundance of warmth within your chest. You hum against his dick as his girth feels fantastic in your mouth. He begrudgingly releases a short, low toned groan as you take more of him in your mouth. "Fuck," he murmurs as his hand moves towards the top of your head. As his body tightens, his hands grip onto several strands of your hair. You enjoy the tightening pull against your scalp as your tongue travels against the thick vein under his dick.

Ghost's moans fill the air. You grab tightly against the back of his thighs as you take more of him into your mouth. He fills your mouth so fucking good. The sounds he makes when your tongue explores his cock leave you so close to your own euphoria. You struggle to keep your eyes on him, but his are most definitely on yours. "Let me fuck that pretty face," he says as he gathers more of your hair. He ruts his hips against your chin and cheeks. His cock firmly pressed to the back of your throat. You gag on his length, which makes him thrust harder into you.

"God, you take me so well," Ghost whispers as his cock twitches against the roof of your mouth. You decide to take control and wrap your hand around his base once again. You begin to pump his dick as your mouth sucks tightly against his head. Your tongue lapping up anything that came from his pretty slit. He struggles to find his balance as you suck on his cock. He leans against a desk as your hands rest firmly against the tops of his thighs.

"Fuck. Get up," he demands with his hands now hooked under your arms. He lifts you up quickly, leaving a gasp escaping your lips. He spins himself around you so that your back is against his chest. Ghost lands a firm hand against the crook of your neck. With his strength, he pushes your chest down onto the desk. Your body feels on fire as he plans to use your ass however he pleases. You feel his hands harshly pulling your pants down.

As you lay bare assed in front of him, Ghost's breathing heavies. One of his hands lands upon your waist as the other guides his cock to your hole. You feel his saliva-soaked dick circle your entrance as you grip onto the desk. Any and all surroundings were gone from your field of vision. All you had was this desk and Ghost. You moan as you feel his cock twitch against you. You wanted him so badly in this moment. Nothing could take this away from you. Until you hear the popping of the door's lock.

You feel Ghost's hands push off of your back. You quickly raise from the desk and pull your pants up. You see Ghost doing the same in your peripherals. Pulling your shirt down, you look up to see Soap opening the door slowly. "Sidorov's got a stealth bomb drone. AQ's hoping to use it against Las Almas cartel and Los Vaqueros," he shares with concern. You answer with a clearing of your throat, "Two birds, one stone." Soap nods. "Let's see if Alejandro, Gaz, and Rudy got anything out of Sidorov," Ghost says as he quickly turns and leaves the briefing area. You turn to Soap to see if he might have anything to say from what he saw, but he fortunately did not seem phased. Maybe he didn't see anything. Fuck, you hope he didn't see anything. With a deep breath, you follow Soap into the hallway.

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Kings Killer

2.28k words

Warning: OOC! Mandalorian, PinV, oral female receiving, spit kink, cream pie, mentions of prostitution, choking, reverse cowgirl(it’s not a flattering position, sex pollen/flower, no grogu🥺

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A/N: something from the ol’noggin I just want to believe that the Mandalorian is a brat breaker I want him to break me like a horse. If anyone would like to send me a request pls do I love writing personal drabbles 🤭

6 times you’ve seen him in the bar you are stationed at by the Hutts. The first three times he was there he was gathering information, trashing the place beating up customers, on bounties. The last three times he was there for something different; something morally dubious. Just because he was a Mandalorian didn’t mean he wasn’t a man.

There’s been a lot of men to come through here and think that they are gonna be able to break us down and having us come to them begging for more release but quite the opposite; Before Jabba The Hutt died he was having Boba Fett hunt and propagate a flower that grew on Aq Vetina. It’s called the King Killer. It’s a bright purple flower that when squished releases an addictive sticky liquid that we wash our bodies with. Any man that comes within our contact becomes entranced and empties his pockets on us eventually going into debt by the Hutts. It all worked perfectly.

It’s a slow day in the bar, it’s absolutely scorching and a very slow wind is blowing through the place making the girls break into a sweet sticky sweat. While the band is playing a slow song you can faintly hear blasters shooting and missing. You can hear the sound of sand and gravel crunching as someone runs past the building then there’s a single shot of a blaster and no more running

The doors slide open and there he is. He stands there for a moment in the doorway, chest and shoulders heaving as his Beskar armor is covered in blood, he glides over to the bar closest to me and everyone has their eyes on him until he sits down, blaster still in hand. He looks in my direction and I can only assume he’s looking at me, who knows under his helmet, He holsters his blaster and I speak.

“You’ve been driving away business lately.” It comes out bratty as you turn your face away from him and sip your drink. It’s true though no new clients just the same regulars that come in and dwell on and don’t spend anything.

“There’s something on this planet that makes me keep coming back.” He flatly says as he begins to take off his gloves causing you to stare right at him and his tanned thick fingers. “It’s honestly driving me insane.” He’s starting to strip off his armor right at the bar.

“What’s going on with you?” You question him and his unusual behavior. Never has he acted like this before in the 6 times you’ve seen him. Even when he was here the last three times for sex he didn’t even have it. He had the girls just lay on the bed and touch themselves as he sat on the corner.

“I need to breath.” He says and you are snapped out of your thoughts as you hear his helmet hiss and begin to rise, you grab his very warm hands and before anyone can notice you are pulling him away and into a room. He does it again but this time you flip the switch off and you are completely in the dark, you can’t see anything. He’s panting you can feel his breath hit you and it comes as a shock. His helmet is off, here he is so exposed, so vulnerable breaking the creed.

You try to touch him but he must sense it and grabs your hand and spins you around. He bear hugs you from behind and begins sniffing your neck. He has facial hair! You can feel it tickle your neck and shoulder as he digs his nose behind your ear. “I need to taste you.” He sounds so desperate without his helmet his voice was delicate almost a whisper. You lay back into him and just let him grope your breasts over the very thin silks you’re wearing. His hands feel like fire as his thumbs rub over your clothed nipples causing you to moan out loud.

He’s animalistic now. His right hand moves up from your chest to your neck he yanks your head to the side and licks a stripe from your shoulder to your ear. Your knees buckle and you grind into him. “Please let me taste you. I need to otherwise I might die.” You turn around and just start to feverishly kiss him your hands move to touch his prickly facial hair, slowly moving them into his sweaty hair which you begin to tug that causes him to moan into your mouth. If he was to fuck you now he’d slide right in.

“Open your mouth.” With your hands on his face you feel him open his mouth so you spit into it. This causes the Mandalorian to turn from your grasp and switch the light on. He broke his creed and he doesn’t even seem phased by what he’s just done. You’ve seen him for who he is now and you are absolutely thanking the stars. He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Get on the bed.” He’s not asking he’s demanding. Obeying his command you back up until the back of your knees hit the bed then you crawl backwards staring him down

The Mandalorian is stripping off his beskar shoulder pads and then unclipping his heavy chest plate. He slides it across the floor not caring about the heavy scratching sound it made as he did that. The shirt he is wearing underneath is completely soaked with his sweat. He begins to undo the buttons, stripping it off leaving him with his tan chest and thick muscular arms exposed. All he has left to take off is his very tight black pants.

He kneels down and pulls your body closer to his face. His lips touch the bottom of your belly button. It feels like electricity. As he’s kissing you he spreads his legs and squats lower, the tight fabric around his thighs is spreading, you swear you can hear the seams in his pants begin to rip. He grabs your leg and pulls it over his shoulder. You are dripping. The sheerness of it all over your thighs.

His lips make contact with your mound as he gives you another light kiss, you can hear him breathe in hard through his nose, under hooded eyes he’s looking up at you through his long lashes. You can’t help but grab the top of his hair with your hand rubbing his nose into your clit. “Greedy fucking slut.” He slaps your ass lightly and begins to lick and mewl away at your cunt.

“Oh my stars!” You gasp out as he begins lapping the dewiness with his tongue. Your grip getting tighter in his hair, he groans into you causing vibrations. “Fuck, mando..” it comes out as a whimper. He’s hungry and it shows. “So fucking sweet.” He speaks against you, more vibrations.

He pulls away from your cunt; wetness all over his face. Using the back of his arm he wipes his mouth and pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you. As he creeps his way up he kisses the top of your bellybutton, your eyes are closed and your breathing is shallow. He takes notice in the goosebumps on your skin and the perkiness of your nipples.

The Bounty hunter sticks his tongue out and licks up the middle of your midriff. As his lips wrap around your right nipple one of his legs is in the middle of your thighs creeping dangerously close to you. He pulls away from your chest and moves closer to your face, you can feel his knee move closer to your needy cunt as he starts to kiss you again hard you slip your tongue into his mouth to taste yourself on his lips. He grabs your face his with one of his calloused hands and you can guess what he’s going to do.

“Now you open your fucking mouth.” Your smiling as you stick your tongue out, spit coming from his mouth and onto the back of your tongue. He’s rubbing his knee against you and that causes you to grind more against his clothed leg. “Please fuck me, I’m so wet you could slide right in.” Quite a change of pace with the sex worker begging for sex from the customer who hasn’t even paid yet.

He sits back up moving his knee from you and starts to unbutton his pants. He’s not wearing anything underneath causing his erection to pop right out. He shimmies his pants below his balls and lines himself up with you and slides right in as predicted.

“Holy fuck, just say the word baby and I’ll cum in you right now!” You wrap your legs around his waist causing him to bottom out inside of you.

Your mouth parts but nothing comes out. He begins to move his hips in circular motions causing your eyes to roll back. His pubic hair rubbing on your most sensitive area. “This is where I need to be right inside of you forever.” The Mandalorian is hooked on the kings killer flower. He’s never gonna let you go, a deadly bounty hunter moaning very loudly right now. He looks down at the scene infont of him then at your hungry cunt taking all of his cock. His hot hand is pressing down on your lower abdomen feeling how deep he’s in you right now. The other is thumbing your clit. There’s a very big pressure building up inside of you.

“Don’t stop I need all of you.” You’re being greedy he takes notice in that. His hand comes down and wraps around your neck as he pounds into you, balls hitting you. He pulls out and you whine at the loss of penetration, pushing you out of the way he lays down and then taps your thigh to get on top and start riding him. As you get up and throw your leg over him he says just one word.

“Reverse.” You look right at him and he smirks. He’s sitting up against the headboard looking absolutely smug. You turn around and begin to lower yourself on top of him he’s holding himself up and slides right into you.

“Fuck!” He drags the word out as you slide all the way down on him feeling very exposed to him. Holding onto his knees you begin to move your hips up. You can feel the bottom vein under his cock pulse and it causes you to clench around it. You moan loudly when you do this and this makes him crazy. He grabs your hips and ruts up into you hitting that squishy part deep inside you. You scream out and move your hips back onto him pushing him into the bed. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm as you ride him. His groans getting more quicker and his breath more and more shallow, he’s close too.

The Mandalorian pushes you up off him and onto your knees he moves quick and pushes back into you. “I’m going to cum inside you.” He shouts out as he pounds into you fast. You’re a moaning mess as your hands grip the blankets. His calloused hands going down the curve of your back to pinch the fleshy skin on your lower back.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” The bounty hunter yells out, as you can feel him hunch over your back, his body is absolutely on fire. He keeps pounding into you until you also feel the fire in your stomach about to explode. There’s a gush inside you and you feel completely soaked.

The Mandalorian is on top of you panting. Still trying to milk out all of his cock into you. Knees collapse and now you’re laying flat on the bed. He falls next to you as he stares right at the ceiling.

“I have to leave for a bounty on another plant, but I would want you to come with me.” The Mandalorian tells you causing you to just sit up and stare at him.

“If I don’t are you going to kill me because I saw your face?” You ask him and he just rolls his eyes.

“You think I could kill you now that we’re connected? The Kings killer flower in you is going to crave me and I’m going to crave you. How could The Mandalorian know anything about the flower? No one knew of it or the planet it came from.

“I am from Aq Vetina. I was young when I left my planet but I still remember what I learned from my parents. That flower is used for procreation.” as he begins to get up and get dressed. Something in you believes him but also doesn’t until he gets a little too far from you, he’s walking closer to the door and then there’s a pain in your lower gut.

You open your mouth to wince at the pain but The Mandalorian notices and comes back closer to you.

“Did you want to grab anything before we leave?” He asks as he finishes getting ready about to put his helmet back on. So sure and cocky with himself that you are going to come with me.

You shake your head no as you slip your silks back on and grab his hand. Both of y’all leaving the sex club and never to return.

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[Hanahaki disease AU]

SongXueXiao | Mo Dao Zu Shi Hanahaki AU 17-04-2021

[#songxuexiao hanahaki disease] 

Where xy noticed he was coughing up petals only a couple of months after starting to really live in yi city with aq and xxc. He hates the purity of the white petals, because he knows to who they seem to connect and /no way/ he's in love, he hates him, he hates everyone. 

He figures hiding it from two blind people would be easy and he could pretend he just has a condition which makes him cough heavily sometimes (little does he know that aq did notice it and wonder who it could be at first). It takes months before he accepts that “ok, /maybe/ I fell in love". But he won't change his way just for that, he will still be xy (which anyone but him would notice how he did change, much gentler with both xxc and aq). 

He keeps hiding it and never tells xxc because he knows that whatever he does, the man would never see him that way anyway. Maybe dying by flower isn't so bad, he could die in the worst way than that. 

Then came sl. He isn't sure exactly how he actually managed to convince (or rather blackmail) sl to just not say anything and just live with them. It makes everything harder since sl does see, so he has to hide to cough out all the petals and flowers he manages to repress around him. And the growing is just overall worst now that sl is here because he can /see/ how the two men act around each other despite clearly not being sure what to do. 

He hates sl. Hence why he feels even worst when black petals join the mix, utterly confused as to why there was such a change (he also hates how easily he seems to fall in love with anyone slightly being good and affectionate to him). 

But he knows he cannot tell them, because there is no way either of them would accept him (especially sl). He knows he’s not enough for either of them and it would only make it worst to say it. 

So he hides it even more than before, always able to have his worst coughing moment away from them, since he can feel them coming. 

One day, as he’s supposed to stay down and heal from a rather bad injury, he feels it coming. And it feels like a bad one too. So he gets up to leave, only to have aq stop him, saying he needs to stay down to heal or else it could turn bad. 

He tries to shrug her off, but she keeps on gripping his robe tightly. He finally opens his mouth to argue back, to tell her to piss off. But it doesn’t happen. 

Instead, this is when flowers decide they can escape, sending him into a violent coughing fit, feeling himself choking on all the flowers and petals, his body shaking and hurting from all the coughing. It’s so bad that it attracts both cultivator attention, running out from the room where they were meditating. He can hear xxc asking worriedly what is happening, but all he focuses on is how his gripping at sl sleeve, making his fits worst. 

His lungs are burning and he’s honestly starting to believe he will die like this. 

He can feel sl eyes on him, seeing him kneeling in the mess of black and white flowers on the ground. He barely hears sl murmur what it is, describing the flowers for xxc by habit of describing anything to him (they truly got used to describing everything for xxc). He’s a bit too panicked to really register anything of that. He jumped when he felt hand grabbing his face, a voice trying to gently soothe him. It took a while before the coughing stopped and only then did sl ask what (or rather who) this was all about. The man probably already knew, seriously who did xy know other than them? Or at least, knew /and/ didn’t want to just kill on the spot? 

But xy was stubborn and he didn’t want to tell, because the pain of growing flowers was better than one of rejection, he didn’t want that. 

He only stopped arguing when he felt something hit his forehead, looking up at sl confused, only to look down at what had fallen into the mess of black and white petals and flowers. 

A dark red flower lay on his knee. 

He looked back up confused, sl saying nothing as he simply looked back down at xxc instead, who had reached into his sleeve to take out a flower similar to the one sl had just thrown at him. Xxc gently took his hand, placing the flower securely into it “Had we known about it we would have told you earlier”. 

Xy wanted to cry (and he did, but he would deny it if anyone were to try and remind him of it). He had never believed something like this would happen. He had imagined many outcomes, but never one where xxc (and sl!) would confess to him about also loving him. Only then did he allow himself to confess, still looking like a scared animal ready to flee at any sign of it being a bad joke. 

But this was not the kind of thing xxc would do. So he believed it. 

Of course, it was hard for something to settle down correctly between the three (especially since xxc and sl had already something going on from back in the days), coupled with xy insecurities about it (but again he would deny having any, abandonment and self-worth issue? Who's that). 

But they were getting somewhere and this is all that xy need to know, not coughing up flowers anymore.

(note: This hanahaki AU is more of a “you’ll cough them up until you finally confess or die” than a “the flower stops when the other person starts loving you too”. XY never had that before and he’s stubborn so it got bad, where sl and xxc already knew what it was like and could deal with it better).

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Love Birds

Episode 3: Welcome to happy harbour

Miss M burnt her cookies, red tornados ‘playing pranks’ and Nightingale and Robin are getting shipped hardcore by the team. Roy’s still emo and alone, but we love that.

MOUNT JUSTICE

“Who ate my waffles!?” Wally says barging into the room interrupting the movie.

“No one Wally, your crazy. You never had waffles” I say keeping the straightest face possible. Truth is Robin and I ate them and put the movie half way to look like we were busy.

“Yup. You’re crazy Wally” Robin adds on.

“Of course you lie for your girlfriend” Wally says walking off to find Aqualad to complain probably.

“We’re not- we aren’t?” Robin says with bright red cheeks.

“NoOo we, we aren’t” I say looking anywhere but his face.

“Actually. Can we talk about-“ Robin gets cut off with Wally running into the room yelling.

“I GOT AQUALAD TO CHECK THE CAMERAS YOU BOTH TAG TEAMED IT!”

Aqualad walks in afterwards

“Honestly. I don’t really care” he says causing me to laugh. Man these guys are hilarious.

STAR CITY July 17

23:16 PDT

Two men open a crate, sliding doors open to reveal box's of equipment clearly not aware of their surroundings, until out of nowhere an arrow shoots from somewhere in-front of the men gassing them.

A man raises a gun getting ready to shoot the mysterious interference, speedy looks down at the man.

"You again!" The man clearly says agitated.

"I'm starting to get offended green arrow doesn't want to interfere personally" The man speaks before shooting his gun towards speedy, as the man shoots speedy avoids the bullets by a range of moves.

Then shooting an arrow at his gun destroying the gun. "Scorch him boys"

Kid Flash speeds in knocking the guns out of the mens hands.

After Kid Flash runs in Robin swings in throwing a bird-a-rang before leaping away Nightingale hops down kicking a man in the face and leaping off landing and sweeping two men off there feet knocking them out.

Aqua Lad then starts knocking out the few people left. The rest watch as Roy runs across shipping containers, the man throwing chunks of cement at him.

As the rock is about to hit speedy Aqua Lad dumps in slicing the rock. Aqua Lad starts speaking.

"The cave has everything you need"

"For covert missions" Robin says

"Spy stuff, ya know all the good stuff" Nightingale adds.

"Oh plus super boy and Miss Martian, also I saw her first" KF says.

"Seriously KF?" Nightingale says dead panning.

Then they all jump separate ways avoids rocks.

"Tell arrow he shouldn't send boys to do a man's job" Nightingale's head perks up.

"That man better hope she's in a good mood" Robin says looking towards Kid Flash.

"Eh probably not" Kid Flash says before they both look over to Nightingale and watch her use her grappling hook on to a block of cement and throws it full force at the man's head.

Speedy stabilised him and Nightingale knocked him out with the cement.

"Pfft a man's job, yea right" then she jumps and lands near the dude in smug.

The white of robins mask wides and Kid flashes jaw dropped and ran of to stand next to the two and robin leaped off the container.

"Nice" Kid Flash said to Nightingale fist bumping her which she returns.

"So you in?" Robin asks speedy.

They look at speedy waiting for an answer.

"Pass, I'm done letting the league tell me what to do, I don't need a babysitter or a house hangout with the other kids, your junior justice league is a joke" speedy says

Y/N looks down at that answer hoping it would have been something different, then speaks.

"You don't wanna be apart of a team? All of us working together to get the bad guys?"

"No, I don't want any part of it"

"But Roy-"

"Drop it Y/- Nightingale, just drop it"

He looks at the team before walking off into the shadows.

MOUNT JUSTICE July 18

11:16 EDT

-Y/N's POV-

"Recognised robin B-01 KF B-03 Nightingale B-02" We smile at each other before walking in.

"Did you ask him?"

"What'd he say?"

"Is he on his way?"

The three of us say at the same time.

"He arriving now" Aqua Lad says

"Then what are we waiting for?" Wally says

The three boys run off and I smile at M'gan and super boy then walk after them. The huge back passage way opens and red tornado flys down.

"Red Tornado!"

"Greetings, is there a reason you intercept me outside the cave"

"We hoped you had a mission for us"

"Mission assignments are the Batman's responsibility"

"But its been over a week and-"

"You'll get one soon enough, for the time being enjoy each other's company"

"This team is not a social club"

"No, I'm told socialising is an important team building exercise perhaps you can keep each other company by familiarising yourselves with the cave"

"Does he think we're falling for this?" Robin says

"Oh! I'll find out.. uh I'm sorry I forgot he's a machine, inorganic, I cannot read his mind"

I saw a nice bird so I was looking at it, then another bird flew next to it and they nuzzled there heads together,they looks so peaceful yet so worries for the others safety.

My thoughts are interrupted by a buzz from my phone.

From dick? I look to my left and he smiles holding his phone, I open the text.

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I look up from my phone feeling it buzz a few times before putting it in the back pocket of my jeans.

I look to Rob and see him frowning I giggle and shake my head before looking to Wally who's leaning closer to M'gan.

"Can you guess what I'm thinking right now?"

I walk over to him and smack him is the back of his head lightly but still.

"We all know what your thinking" Robin says

"And now we tour the club house" Aqua Lad says.

"Well super boy and I live here we can play your guides" M'gan says and we look to super boy.

"Don't look at me" super boy said

"Private tour sounds fun" Wally says.

"She never said private tour idiot, don't mind him M'gan" I say and we all walk in.

Robin and I look at each other and nod both of us grab one of Wally's arms and pull him back on to the floor before we speed up to the group and Wally's on the floor.

M'gan shows us all around the cave, the group were talking about the cave when M'gan said

"If villains know about the cave we must be on high alert"

Robin grabs M'gan's hand

"The bad guys don't know we know so we're safe here" M'gan looks to me and takes her hand away from robin and Wally takes his place.

I looks towards M'gan

"hey" I start freaking out hearing M'gan's voice in my head.

The feeling causes a pang of pain.

"I can communicate with people telepathically." She says

"Oh it’s just you! That’s really interesting M’gann" I say before she starts speaking again.

"So Robin huh?" She says

"what no we're good friends that's all." I say before she smiles and says

"we can talk more about this later they might think it's weird we're so quite."

I nod and we look back to the boys.

"Uh he means we're hiding in plain sight" Wally says.

"Oh that's so much clearer" M'gan says

Super boy starts sniffing the air?

"I smell smoke" He says

"Oh no Night our cookies." She flys off and I follow behind her. Ignoring that I almost tripped over air.

M'gan opens up the oven to reveal burnt cookies

"Oh M’gann, I’m sorry I put the heat to high" I say

"Of course you did" Robin says and smiles slinging his arm around my shoulder.

"Hey, I bet they would've tasted great, he doesn't seem to mind"

We look to Wally watching him eat the burnt cookies

"I have a serious metabolism" he Replies with

"We'll make more?" M'gan says

"Honestly Wally, keep eating stuff like that and your going to get sick" I say

"Pfft don't even worry about it n/n" Wally says

"N/n?" M'gan asks, Robin and I glare at Wally

"Dude!" We both say

"It was sweet of you to make any"

"Thanks"

"Thanks Aqua lad" M'gan says

"We're off duty call me Kaldur'am"

"Actually my friends call me Kaldur"

"I'm Wally"

"You could not have said that in a creeper tone" I say

"Agreed" Robin says

"Whatever, anyway I trust you with my identity unlike Mr and Mrs Dark glasses over here, Batman's forbidden boy and girl wonder from telling anyone their real name"

"Shut up Wallace" I say

"Mines no secret it's M'gan M'orz but you can call me Megan it's an earth name and I'm on earth now"

“I think M’gann sounds like an awesome name” I say smiling.

M'gan starts to stare at super boy then out of no where-

"Get out of my head!" He yells

We all look to M'gan and I hear her voice in my head.

'What's wrong? I don't understand this is how everyone communicates on mars'

"M'gan stop" Kaldur says

"Things are different here on earth, your powers are and invasion of privacy."

"P.S the Genomes at Cadmus left a bad state In his brain" Wally adds on

"I-I didn't mean to-" she was interrupted by Super Boy

"Don't. Stay out" Super Boy leaves and we all look to M'gan.

Then she slaps herself in the forehead

"Hello M'gan, I know what we can do" and she flys out, the three boys and I look to each other and Robin shrugs and we all walk up to follow her.

"Wait where did M'gan go" I ask Rob

"Went back for Super Boy I think" he answers

"Oh yea-" As I am about to finish my sentence I trip over my stupid shoelace, From behind me I hear Robin laughing causing Wally to start laughing.

Still laughing slightly Rob walks over to me and grabs my hand to help me up.

"How dare you both laugh" I say huffing and turning around to not face the two boys hunched over laughing.

I walk over to Kaldur to get away from them

"Hey Kaldur"

"Hello Nightingale, are you ok? That was quite the fall" he smiles

"Yes I'm fine but those to idiots won't stop laughing at me" I point to the two laughing on the floor.

I look at them and start remembering something from when me and Dick were little.

"Miss Y/N, your father would like to see you down stairs"

"Okay Alfred!" I say walking out of my room and see the huge stairs so I slide down the rim  and land.

"Y/N" I hear my father say, I look up to see my father, and a boy?

"This is Richard, he's going to be living with us, you'll make him feel at home won't you?"

"Yes daddy!" I walk over to the boy slightly taller than me

"Come with me" I say smiling

"We can play with my toys" he looks at my hand and back at me I smile again and he takes my hand.

"O-ok" he says quietly

"Yay!" And I lead him to my room

"Bye daddy, bye Alfred" I say and we walk into my room and sit near my toy box.

"My names Y/N, your name's Richard right?" 

"Yea but you can call me dick"

"Alrighty, here you can be the dude in distress and I'll be your hero!" I say passing him a blue cape.

"Ok.."

"Daddy and Alfred can be the baddie's c'mon!" We leave the room and Dick sits on a couch being surrounded by Alfred and I say.

"Stop right there evil doer's!" Alfred smiles at the cuteness of the child, then daddy jumps in front of me.

"Careful hero, any closer and the cookie prince is gone." Daddy says

"Let him go or I'll use my super hero moves to defeat you!" I say

He doesn't move so I slide under him and tap Alfred with my plastic bat-a-rang and throw one at daddy.

"Sir are you ok?" I say in a deep voice

"Mhm Thank-you" dick says and we start running around giggling and I pass him some of my plastic gadgets and we play hero's and villains laughing and enjoying our selves

I was so happy

Coming back from my flashback the boys have stopped laughing and we all head to the elevator

"My Martian bio ship" M'gan says and we all walk over to the red oval shaped ship.

"Cute. Not Arrow dynamic, but cute"

"It's at rest silly, I'll wake it" she taps the ship and it enlarges

"Sweet!" I say

"Well, are you coming?" We all walk over to the ship

"Strap in for launch" robin, Wally and I look at each other and run to a seat in the ship I sit in front of robin.

After we're in the air robin says

"Incredible"

"Mhm she sure is- I mean the ship which like all ships is a she" Wally responds with

"Fast with his feet not so much with his mouth" I say

"Dude!"

Me and Robin look to super boy then M'gan

"He'll come around" Robin says

"Just give him some time" I say smiling

"Thanks but he doesn't seem to like me" M'gan says disappointed.

"You guys remember he has super hearing right?" Wally whisper shouts

"Oh my gosh, thanks Sherlock Holmes" I say in a sarcastic tone, robin chuckles at that.

"Hey how about you show us some Martian shape shifting?" Robin says

M'gan gets up changing her look into a- female robin? My jaw dropped

"that's hot" I say before asking a question

"Wait M'gan can you do me in robins suit?"

"Sure can" she says changing into me with Robs suit

I turn around to see Rob red in the face which makes me turn red so we both turn away. Weird.

"Red tornado to miss Martian, mission alert has been issued at a power plant, I suggest you investigate, sending coordinates now"

A huge tornado crashes into us moving us the wrong way but M'gan is able to land the ship.

Robin looks at me and I nod and we vanish into the shadows but not before laughing his famous laugh.

.

.

"Goddamn you dumb Tin can" I say before getting blown back and flip off the wall avoiding getting smashed against the wall.

Looking to my left I see Rob get thrown to the wall smashing into it, I run over helping him up

"Who's your new friend" Super Boy says as he lands next to Robin And I

"Didn't catch his name!" I yell over the tornados coming from the machine that looks similar to red tornado.

"He plays kinda ruff!" Rob adds on.

"My apologies you may address me as Mr.Twister"

The team start to split each doing a different thing to try take this guy down.

Most of the team excluding Me and robin get thrown down to the ground

"I was prepared to be challenged by a super hero I was however not expecting children"

Twister striking a nerve in Rob.

"We're not children!" He yells and he throws bombs towards Twister

"You will fail just like the rest of your team. Now leave your presents is disturbing my plans"

"Well we hate to see you disturbed, let's see if your more turbed once we kick your can" Robin says using another one of his words that he made up.

We all get flung by the tornado Rob, Aqua Lad and I get thrown into each other causing a collision.

"Hey.. are you ok?" Rob says helping me up

"Yea let's go"

We all run towards where KF was after all the Team starts yelling at the tin can asking him why he's doing this and what he wants.

M'gan saved KF.

"M'gan read his mind" Aqua Lad says

"You said not to"

"It's ok with the bad guys" Robin says in a rush

"Hello Megan, Twister is Red tornado is disguise he's a inorganic android"

We all are super pissed thinking red tornado is playing a stupid joke on us.

"We know who you are and what you want" Robin says then a huge storm appears

"Can red tornado do that?" I ask

"You think I'm tornado?" Twister says almost laughing at the remark.

Super boy jumps up and attempts to punch twister but gets thrown to the ground.

I get him to throw me towards twister in attempts to get a bomb on his power source and I do and get thrown to the ground with the rest of my team everything going black due to the impact.

.

.

I get shook awake

"Wake up Night" Robin says and Super Boy starts yelling at M'gan.

"You tricked us into thinking Twister was red tornado!"

"She didn't do it on purpose" I say struggling to stand due to the pain on my back

"It was a mistake we shouldn't have listened to her" Robin says holding me up by my waist

"Hit the showers we'll take it from here. Night are you coming with us?" KF says

"Yea I'm coming, let's go" I say looking to M'gan with a sympathetic smile

I expect Robin to let go so we can follow KF but he looks at me for less than a minute in silence

"Uh yea let's go" he says and we run off to go help KF, Aqua Lad not far behind

Robin throws a bomb at twister and I mange to get a few bomb on him causing him to stumble.

Robin, KF and I are hiding behind a boat.

I pull out my utility belt and so does Rob

"You guys brought your utility belts?"

"Never leave home with out it first thing Batman taught me"

"Dad said I need to have it with me at all times" I say.

'All of you' I hear M'gan's voice in my head

'I have a plan'

.

.

Red tornado flys down

"Hit the showers kids, I was hoping you could handle this"

"But we have a plan now" robin says

"Go back to the cave" Red tornado says

And we walk off.

After getting the signal from M'gan everyone does there part of the plan KF starts to make tornados, super boy beating the android up throwing him to the water.

Aqua Lad from the water rips his arms off and throws the android back to land and M'gan holds him up in the air and Rob and I throw our bombs causing him to plummet to the ground.

We stand informer of twister and he opens up to reveal- a man?

"I-I call foul" the man says and M'gan telepathically picks up a rock ready to smash him.

"M'gan NO!" Aqua Lad yells and the boys were all shocked.

"Don't know how things are down on mars but on earth we don't execute our captives" Robin says not realising why she smashed the man.

I hit him on the shoulder

"How about you trust her Rob" I say

"Yea, you said you trust me" M'gan says

Robin looks at me confused as to why I would be ok with this till he turns around revealing the 'man' was a crushed android.

"That's why I couldn't read his mind, thanks for trusting me Nightingale" M'gan says

"No problem" I say smiling

Wally picks up the androids eye

"Cool, Souvenir!" He says

Rob pulls me to the side

"Sorry for not believing you or M'gan, I should've known you wouldn't be ok with that if there wasn't a reason." He says

"Heh your all red" I say smiling

"Oh yea?" He looked at me and pecked my cheek causing me to go bright red

"Who's all red now?" He says before slinging his arm around me leading me over to the group.

"M'gan, just ignore him we're just all turbed your on the team" Rob says to M'gan

"Thanks" M'gan says

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.

We're all gathered around a table looking at the crushed android and analysing who he was and what he wanted.

"Is that why you didn't want to help, because he was an android?" M'gan asks

"No this was your battle" Red tornado says before walking off

"Guess if we're gonna have a babysitter, a heartless machine is exactly what we need"

"Dude harsh" Wally says

"Inaccurate I have a heart, steal alloy. I Also have great hearing" red tornado says still walking off

"Hehe right sorry I'll strive to be more accurate" Robin says

"And more respectful" Aqua Lad says.

“Yea Robin, more respectful” I say before we all walk off to the zeta, to go home for the day.

#dc x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #young justice robin x reader #younge justice x reader

[ghostismybbygorl]

this ones for @3303andthoughts for this fic

ghost was looking at a pair of balenciaga shoes to buy when he got a ping on his phone. he pulled it out of his pocket to see that price had texted him

price: need you in asap got news about AQ ghost: rgr

ghost sighed "fuck"

he set the shoe down and briefly, walked out of the store getting into his car.

price pov

price was standing outside smoking a cigar waiting for his kids men to show up.

a muddy red 4 runner pulled up, heavy metal blaring inside it. soap hopped out of the car looking like he had just woken up. his hair was messy his clothes looked like they had been thrown on in the dark. he walked up to price saluting him

"Sargent" price nodded

"Captain." soap yawned walking next to price and pulling out a joint

"That better be that CBD shit,"

"it is" soap took a drag

a couple minutes later a silver g-wagon rolled in. the driver of the car opened the rear door letting gaz out. gaz walked up to price saluting him. price saluted back then slung his arm around his shoulder

"still got that driver son?"

gaz chuckled "been trying to get him to leave for 14 years now sir" price let go of gaz and waved at the driver

"how are you doing alfred!"

"doing well sir" he replied getting back into the car and driving off.

soap gaz and price stood outside waiting for the last member to arrive.

a matte black subaru wrx sped around the corner pulling in next to soaps car.

ghost came out of the car walking over to price saluting him

"sorry im late got caught up in traffic"

soap and gaz snickered

"yeah after your fashion show," soap quipped

"are those Balenciaga?" gaz asked, "there's no way those haven't come out to the public yet how did you get them?"

"how do you know?" he answered

gaz hid his face under his hat mumbling a quick 'never mind' before taking a drag of soap's joint.

"i didn't know you had a fashion sense LT" soap said putting an arm around his shoulder "the shirt Gucci?"

"fuckin Balenciaga you knob" the ghost replied taking his arm off his shoulder. "now don't we have something important to talk about or did i waste my time driving out here when i could be visiting a Christian Dior show" Simon huffed walking in

gaz and soap looked at price

"did you know he was boujee as fuck!?" gaz asked

"There's a lot to Simon that you don't know about" price said taking the last drag of his cigar and putting it out on the ground "now let's go see what Laswell has for us"

#call of duty mwii #call of dooty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #cod modern warfare #modern warfare #modern warefare #modern warefare 2 #captain john price #captain price #john price #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john mactavish #simon 'ghost' riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz #kate laswell #laswell cod #soap mactavish #cod headcanons #soap mwii #gaz #gaz modern warfare #price mw2

[misspickman]

fero pickman and xue yang. i know all your comics friends have you covered

fero !

Sexuality Headcanon: bi i think. i dont think hed care about defining that tbh. also keith once called him aromantic on twt and idk if thats generally considered canon but i enjoy it<3

Gender Headcanon: little guy. again to me? genderqueer but idk if hed care about it. in a modern au maybe, but less because he wants to define it and more because people would ask that of him. which maybe just makes him refuse to define it even more. much to think about

A ship I have with said character: ephero.. theyre so real in my heart.. i dont think about them much anymore but when i do. ah :(. also ferol he fucked that old man

A BROTP I have with said character: fero and hella and adaire,, what we could have had,, also mother glory. and samol. anyone of the main pcs tbh just put this guy in dynamics

A NOTP I have with said character: uhh idk honestly. i cant think of anything rn? im sure i have some but ?

A random headcanon: do you remember when we gave him a bunch of cats in our au. also: always fixing shit. this is how he shows he cares. he will not say it but he will fix that hole on hellas roof and be grumpy the whole time

General Opinion over said character: he has changed my brain chemistry irreparably. listening to seasons of hieron and going hes just like me fr (derogatory)

pickman!!!

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian. probably not something she thinks about much, a la "im probably nb but i have a job so idc about that now"

Gender Headcanon: my big butch wife. but in general same as above, she is what she is and shes too busy to dwell on it, and its not like its anyone elses business, right? also what even Are gender expectations of a caprak? i dont think this is ever discussed but i would like to know

A ship I have with said character: pickman/chantilly scathe.. man

A BROTP I have with said character: alekest :) and colette<3

A NOTP I have with said character: uhh idk i cant imagine her with men. the lesbian energy is off the charts

A random headcanon: i would like to think she gets more into art after zevunzolia. maybe into wood carving. it would be sweet. would she write poetry.. i dont think she would consciously sit down to do it but she is Very good at writing letters (thanks jack, for that<3)

General Opinion over said character: miss pickman my wife miss pickman.. we shall have a spring wedding.. i think about her six travelers ep So much. "I think it is something magical that separates us. Again, I am not speaking metaphorically."

xue yang :)

Sexuality Headcanon: probably bi. similar to what i said for fero but for entirely different reasons, i dont think hed care

Gender Headcanon: you see this is a Question. its been so long since ive actively thought about this so i cant articulate it but theres something going on there

A ship I have with said character: songxue, songxuexiao, i love a very horrid and messy xueyao too. any ship with xue yang is horrid and messy but in most cases the horridness is one sided but in xueyao its both of them. this increases the levels of horridness. u get me

A BROTP I have with said character: in my beautiful mind and nowhere else? wen qing. in a more realistic sense aqing and meng yao

A NOTP I have with said character: oh im sure there are many xue yang ships i would not enjoy but i dont wanna think about it rn. but uhh him and mo xuanyu? i just dont vibe

A random headcanon: in any modern au i am giving this guy soo many tattoos and piercings. also motorcycle guy

General Opinion over said character: i miss him its such a shame i can never step back into that fandom. also changed my brain chemistry but in a completely different way

#thank you baby :) #ask #i wish i could kick into my fatt era again so i could write more ephero bc my old fics are sooo bad but like trust me. trust me

[ajlovesbuck]

Mini fic time because I’m tired and the autism is autisming

(Gaz/alex)

~If Gaz and Alex were included in the countdown mission~

“Soap! It’s not gonna hold you need to jump down to the other shaft!” Gazs voice echoed, going down to soap. He watched as Soap jumped down the the other elevator shaft, falling through and stunning himself. He was facing Hassan now, with no weapon, just the missile controls.

“Fuck!” He yelled down, turning around to Alex. “He’s all alone down there, with Hassan.” He spoke, slightly panicked.

“Shit..” he watched Alex reach for his radio and call for Price. “Alex to Price- Soap has got the missile controls but is stuck 3 floors below us with no weapon and multiple armoured AQ guards.”

Just as price was about to talk into his radio, Soap spoke up. “I’ve got the missile controls, I’m hiding currently. What do i do?” He asked Laswell.

“This is watcher-1…” Gaz blocked out the rest and started thinking of ways he could assist Soap, pacing while also staying alert for any incoming AQ guards. Alex was listening intently, wishing on a star that Soap would make it out alive and with a detonated missile.

Gaz then heard some rummaging by the door and his head snapped up, his firearm close by his chest. “Alex- movement outside the door.” He said in a hushed tone, approaching the door slowly. He could hear men speaking in Arabic, barking orders at each other. “Copy.” The American confirmed.

They both waiting in cover outside the door until the weak piece of wood was knocked off its hinges. There’s was 5 armoured AQ guards which would probably take a lot of ammo and effort to take down. “Contact!” Gaz yelled, opening fire and aiming for the guards helmets. With an entire mag, he managed to take out one of them and weaken another. Alex was also shooting at them, but he had to be careful with the amount of ammo he was using because he was on his last mag. “Last mag!” Gaz yelled, finishing off his bullets before pulling out his knife.

The guards kept on shooting, but Gaz and Alex moved swiftly, taking out each guard.

The last two them took on Gaz and Alex. Alex was having a hand to hand combat fight while Gaz was fighting a knife away from his throat. “Piss off you bastard..” he said after dodging the knife for a fifth time. He kept on dodging until he was hit over the head, dazed slightly. “Fuck!” He yelled out, his vision blurring slightly and his head throbbing.

He felt a whoosh of wind pass by him, holding up his arms in Defense. He was pinned to the ground, wishing he could die any other way but this. He could imagine Alex winning his fight and looking over to see Gaz, with blood pooling around him and oozing out of his neck. And Gaz would never had told him how he felt.

He readied himself before feeling the weight pinning him down be tackled off, by alex. Gaz then slumped, letting out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. Alex quickly took out the soldier before looking over at Gaz. “Hey, you good?” He said, his soft American accent ringing out. Gaz rubbed his head, feeling blood from being hit drip down his face slightly. “I’m good, you?” He asked, turning to Alex.

“Solid.”

Gaz then rolled over, kneeling. He then heard a loud bang come from outside the building and in the middle of the air. He looked up to see a mix of oranges and yellows hanging in the air beautifully. He did it. Soap did it.

A big smile spread across Gazs face, showing his natural small sharp fangs. He laughed out, relieved as he stared up at the sight.

Alex stared at gazs face, enamoured by his sheer beauty. The way the lights of the fire mixed perfectly with his skin and eyes, and lit up the best parts of his features. “It’s beautiful..” Gaz said, not taking his eyes off of the imploded missile. “Yeah, it is..” Alex spoke softly, looking at Gaz and not sparing a glance at the fire.

They stayed like that until they were broken from their trance, Gaz turning to see Alex already looking at him, his cheeks slightly red. They both were smiling, happy that this war was finally over. “I love you.. you know that?” Alex said, still with a small smile on his face.

Gaz pulled him into a strong hug, nuzzling his face into his neck. “Yeah..” He pulled away, meeting eyes with Alex again. “We did it. It’s over.” Relief melting from his face, a goofy grin plastered over it.

Alex then pulled him into a short, but meaningful kiss.

“It’s over.” Alex parroted.

#alex keller #gaz mw2 #gazalex #cod mw2 #mw19 #they are so cute #I LEGIT LOVE THEM SM #They need to marry each other.

[thenightisland]

tagged by the lovely @mellowthorn for a rote Q&A thingy under the cut bc it's long

Favourite RotE Book: assassin's quest and fool's fate are constantly vying for the number one slot and the answer changes day by day

Why: on aq days it's bc that's the book that took this series from "wow i really like this" to "oh i'm going to be obsessed with these for the rest of my life huh." it has, i think, the best ending. it has my favorite chapter (ch 20 jhaampe my beloved). parts of it hit very close to home. on ff days it's bc well ff is insane. no book has ever gotten the reaction out of me that that one did. i do not cry at books; it made me cry seven times. it has such excellent payoff for stuff that was set up in the earliest books (rh queen of playing the long game). most heartwrenchingly beautiful moments on earth just chapter after chapter of them.

Top Three Favourite Characters: i think i am one of the few people whose favorite character genuinely is fitz lol. beloved obv number two. after that the answer also changes every day but i'm very partial to web and kettricken.

Top Three Least Favourite Characters: this may be biased due to me being neck deep in ship of destiny at the moment, but 98% of the men in lst need to be set on fire

Favourite Ship (of the floating kind): paragon

Top Three Favourite Ships (of the people kind): (keeping our venn diagram overlap answers) Fitzloved, Burrich/Chivalry, Patience/Lacey

Would you rather be Witted or Skilled: skilled. it seems so handy with the healing and prolonging your life. and i get traumatized enough by animal death as it is without introducing the wit to that equation.

If you were Witted, what animal would you bond with?: some kind of bird

Would you rather live in the Outislands, the Mountain Kingdom, the Six Duchies, Bingtown, the Rain Wilds, Kelsingra, Jamaillia, the Pirate Isles, or Fool’s Homeland?: practicality says bingtown bc i like being relatively warm and by the ocean and not get fantasy radiation poisoning from where i live but...but kelsingra is so fucking neat

How were you introduced to the books? a friend of mine on here always posted about them and our tastes overlapped so much that despite the fact that at the time i said i didn't like fantasy and wouldn't read it, i figured if this friend of mine liked these books there must be a reason. i read the left hand of darkness bc she posted about it too and when i mentioned reading it to her she was like "lol yeah it's hard for me to separate it from fool's fate" so i thought "maybe it's time to read those books then"

Share a quote you love: somewhat abridged for length's sake, from RA, and was one of those bits i count as early warning sign of my impending obsession lol:

“ ‘Not all men are destined for greatness,’ I reminded him

‘Are you sure, Fitz? Are you sure? What good is a life lived as if it made no difference at all to the great life of the world? A sadder thing I cannot imagine. Why should not a mother say to herself, if I raise this child aright, if I love and care for her, she shall live a life that brings joy to those about her, and thus I have changed the world? Why should not the farmer that plants a seed say to his neighbor, this seed I plant today will feed someone, and that is how I change the world today?’

‘This is philosophy, Fool. I have never had time to study such things.’

‘No, Fitz, this is life. And no one has time not to think of such things. Each creature in the world should consider this thing, every moment of the heart’s beating. Otherwise, what is the point of arising each day?…You create possibilities….I have seen the end of the world, Fitz. Seen it woven as plainly as I’ve seen my birth. Oh, not in your lifetime, nor even mine. But shall we be happy, to say that we live in the dusk rather than the full night? Shall we rejoice that we shall only suffer, while your offspring will be the ones to know the torments of the damned? Shall this be why we do not act?’ ”

also and underrated one from FA:

“Oh, the things we discover and the things we learn, much too late. Worse are the secrets that are not secrets, the sorrows we live with but do not admit to one another.”

i have also thought about "every nuance of his grace as familiar to me as the drawing of breath" literally every day but that's a given if there's a sappy line you can be sure i am thinking about it nonstop without a moment's peace

#questions #mellowthorn

[haggishlyhagging]

Ninety per cent of male gang members reported being involved in violence in the last three years, according to a PHE briefing, with four out of five reporting at least three violent incidents. In a telling observation, the briefing went on to say that most were found to have violent attitudes and be excited by violence, yet many also feared it. It is clear from this that gang membership, while often sought as an escape from an intolerable or dysfunctional home, simply replaces one unsafe environment with another. And while it remains the case that only a minority of teenagers end up in gangs, the effects are far-reaching in communities where they are active, as we can see from a spate of fatal stabbings in London and other British cities in 2018.

This sequence of deaths has caused a great deal of speculation about police numbers, cuts to youth services and the best ways to keep teenagers out of trouble. But there is no great mystery about which boys end up in gangs and the factors that make them susceptible, such as exposure to domestic violence, also feature in the recruiting process for terrorist organisations. It has become clear in recent years that gang membership carries the additional risk of providing terrorist organisations, such as ISIS, the al-Nusra Front and AQ's east African affiliate, al-Shabaab, with a pool of angry young men who are already immersed in a criminal subculture. The proportion of would-be terrorists who've previously been involved in violent crime is striking, with fully half of ISIS fighters from European countries already known to the police. This is a significant break with the past: in the 1990s, AQ recruited individuals from an educated, middle-class background who had studied practical subjects such as engineering to degree level. More recent recruits to Islamist organisations have tended to be poorly educated and drawn from impoverished inner-city communities, where they may have joined gangs for protection. Some of them know little about Islam, so much so that two British recruits to ISIS were reported to have ordered copies of The Koran for Dummies and Islam for Dummies from Amazon before they headed for Turkey.

-Joan Smith, Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists

#joan smith #domestic terrorism #terrorist recruitment #male violence #gang affiliation

[gazs-blue-hat]

Hearts Do Mend (Ghost x Gn!Reader)

An: Once again, something that came from my conversations with @plumteaa-remus. This is a really heavy one-shot so I want you guys to please read with caution. Like I said in my Masterlist, I have experienced SA and the trauma that comes from that. While I based the contents of this chapter on my own experiences, that does not invalidate yours. your response may be different than mine but it doesn't make it any less valid. You are seen, you are heard, this one is for you <3

Summary: After a year of dating, you and Simon decide to try and take your relationship to the next level. Unfortunately, Simon's PTSD has other ideas.

Word Count: 1,614

TW: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT (Serious guys. I mean it. Ghost when through some shit and reader did too. Please take care of yourselves) Sexual Assault talk. Open conversation about SA and Rape. Descriptions of a panic attack

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO ANYBODY HERE OR ON ANOTHER SITE TO REPOST, COPY, TRANSLATE OR FEED MY WORK TO AN A.I OF ANY KIND.

Simon riley was a force to be reconned with. He fights hard for what he loves and he love even harder. You had met Simon on a mission in France when you were looking into more AQ cells in the area. You two quickly became friends and even spent time outside of ops together. It was like you could read one another's thoughts. Simon had opened up to you about things he had never told another human soul. Those long nights on stakeout where neither of you could sleep or move were filled with heavy conversation.

He told you all about what he had gone through in Mexico at the hands of Roba and his brainwashed men. He told you all about the sex workers his Father had killed and forced him to laugh at. You had seen all of this scars from missions passed and he even showed you his face when it was just you two. You shared things with him as well. You told him about the time you were taken as a hostage on an op and were traded around by the mercenaries for pleasure. You described how they had touched you and recorded video of how they assaulted you. You told him about your parents and how they had disowned you after you joined the military, only to be killed by some warlord who wanted revenge. Your stories were similar, chapters in the same book even. it only made sense that you two would start seeing one another.

It started with casual dates in parks where you would walk around and talk, allowing yourselves to hold gloved hands. Then you moved to movie nights at base, knees touching and one arm slung over the other's shoulder.

Three months in, you were holding hands without gloves on, feeling the warmth of the other. You two shared hugs and semi-affectionate terms in private.

Six months in was when you kissed for the first time. His scarred lips over your chapped ones. The kiss itself wasn't anything dramatic. Just a soft, delicate thing that lasted a fraction of a second. But it was enough for you.

At eight months, Simon confessed that he loved you. You had told him that you loved him too. That night was shared with soft kisses on hands and wrists as well as cheeks and foreheads. You went to sleep that night curled in his embrace, his firm chest against your back.

Now it was your anniversary of a year. one who year of dating Simon Riley, the man who was legally dead. You snickered to yourself at the thought of dating a dead man. Simon and you had just finished a walk around your favorite park in London. You both were on leave and had decided that tonight would be the night.

The night that you two connected in as close a way as possible. When your two souls would become one in the most carnal activity a creature can partake in. Now, you knew it would be tough to start but you had faith that once you two eased into it, things would get better.

You opened the door to your apartment with shaky hands. Not because you were nervous, you were excited. It had taken a long time for you to feel confident sexually after your assault but you had worked through that and were confident in your abilities and sexuality.

Simon on the other hand, was not as confident. He didn't seek out therapy like you did. Simon preferred to shove all of his thoughts and feelings down and ignore them until they calcified around his heart. he knew you would understand if he backed out. He knew you wouldn't be upset. Be he didn't want to let you down. You looked so happy and excited to be intimate with him.

There had been many times when he sensed your kisses had become more than innocent kisses and were trying to dive deeper into your need. he felt bad that he wasn't able to satisfy you then, and he promised himself that he would satisfy you tonight. Once the door opened and shut behind them, you looked at Simon in the darkness of the room. Neither of you moved to turn the lights on, only moving to embrace one another.

Your hands went to his shoulders as his went to your waist, holding you still in his large palms. He could feel you practically buzzing with excitement as you pressed your lips to his.

He was alright with this...your lips on his and your body pressed close. He decided to deepen the kiss, licking and nipping at your bottom lip until you opened it for him. You were the one to place your tongue in his mouth, tracing over teeth and scars on the inside where he had bitten his cheeks.

A shutter ran through his body and he couldn't tell if it was a good one or a bad one. He felt himself hardening in his pants and he could feel your hot breath puffing across his cheekbones. He tapped your thighs and you nodded once, jumping so h e could hold you in his arms. You two continued the kissing, not feverish but loving and passionate. Your hands had moved to the base of his skull and had started massaging the place where his head connected to his neck. Again, the felt that shiver course through him. Was it bad or good? He didn't know the answer to that.

He took a few giant steps towards the bedroom where you had preemptively set things up to be as comfortable as possible for you both. There was minimal lighting coming from a small set of LED lights under your bead. White noise from the AC unit blocked out the sound of the traffic and pedestrians on the streets below. The room smelled like both of you and you felt at peace. Simon gently placed you on the bed, kissing down your neck. The sounds you made were lovely to hear. Loud keening moans of his name as he sucked along your neck. He didn't suck hard enough to leave a mark, only enough so that it was more pressure than a regular kiss.

Eventually, you stripped yourself of your shirt, exposing more skin to his touch. Simon removed his shirt as well but he hesitated. You only raised an eyebrow at this as if to ask if he was okay. He nodded and tossed the article of clothing to the side. You gently placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him to the bed. You grazed your hands up the planes of his torso, tracing every scar and every mark with kisses.

You didn't know that the second Simon's back hit the mattress that he was no longer with you. His mind had been shot back to that damp, dark cell in Mexico where he had laid on the cold concrete floor while women and men used his body for their pleasure. They had been gentle too, before they started to get annoyed at his lack of participation.

You noticed Simon's breathing first. Instead of calm like it had been a few moments ago, it was sharp and shallow. You stopped kissing him and you looked in his eyes. His eyes were wide and his pupils blown. Simon wasn't with you. You got off of Simon, flicking on a lamp and quickly replacing your shirt. You sat back on the bed, placing his head in your lap and tracing your fingers through his hair. You knew well enough not to try and shake him out of one of these spells. he had to come out of it on his own. Once he did come back, he saw you above him, a gentle smile on your face. You were wearing a shirt again and your hands were in his hair. Simon didn't cry often but he couldn't help himself. Salty water leaked unbidden from his eyes as he turned and buried his face in your lap. Heaving sobs shook his frame as he held you tight, his hands gripping your waist.

You said nothing as you ran your fingers through his hair and over his shoulders. You didn't need to say anything. He knew what you were thinking. That it wasn't his fault and that you were proud of him for being willing to try. You were endlessly patient with him and were willing to go at whatever pace he set and for that he was grateful.

It took him about an hour for him to calm down from his panic. The entire time, you had sat there patiently. You didn't say a word, didn't move an inch. All you did was run your hands through his hair and over his skin in a massage. A gentle touch that only belonged to you.

Exhaustion hit him like a truck after he calmed down and he shifted in your grip, moving to lay on his side of the bed. You smiled and stood up, donning your sleep wear. You knew he wouldn't change out of the clothes he was wearing but that was okay. Sheets can always be washed. You turned out the light and moved to lay on your side of the bed. The room was quiet but not tense, things still positive between you. A few minutes passed and you felt Simon wrap his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you three times.

'I love you'

You smiled and tapped his shin with your foot. Three times.

'I love you too'

#dead dove do not eat #simon ghost riley x reader #oneshot #to be linked

[sprout-fics]

Consecrated Eve

Simon Ghost Riley x 'Fix' Reader

Special Chapter of 'Of Shadows and Bones'

Word Count: 2.4k Rating: Teen and up Tags: Christmas Fic, Slow burn, Mentions of childhood trauma, Stakeouts, Protective Simon, Mutual pining, Religious imagery Warnings: None A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

You're in Munich this time.

The safehouse is in a shoddy state, on the wrong side of town. You'd all had worse, of course, you and Ghost and Soap. All your careers included time sleeping in cargo planes, choppers, dirt ground, Al Mazrah tunnels and frozen outposts. The single mattress, dripping sink, and shower with a five minute supply of hot water feels like a luxury compared to some of your previous experiences. The heater sputters valiantly in the next room but fails to prevent the sharp December chill from permeating through your layers, tucked as you are next to the window. A blanket draped across your shoulders, still damp hair from your shower tucked away from your face.

"It's no Marriot." Laswell had sighed as the boys got set up and you received the debrief. "It'll have to do for while you're there."

Then she smiled, her eyes crinkling with warmth as her voice softened with a message just for you.

"Merry Christmas, Fix. Go catch the bastards."

The AQ warehouse sits 2 blocks down, and the iron rail balcony is perfect for looking down the cracked, coddled street to gauge any suspicious movement. It's strangely quiet, despite it all. There had been intel murmurings for weeks of some type of attack going down within the next few days, a latent Christmas surprise for the people in this city. For now, however, it's strangely silent. The chilly night air is broken only by the soft, distant hum of the mass being conducted at the church behind the dilapidated complex. Soft, hallowed, a gentle lull at the back of your thoughts.

You breathe out, watching the warmth of your exhale fog against the glass. Outside the stars glitter high above the city, twinkling in the frozen winter heavens. You count them to stay awake, eyes tracing primordial constellations of the northern sky. The chill has begun to seep back into your fingers despite the curling warmth of your mug. (German hot chocolate, Soap had proudly declared as he returned from buying food and supplies) You can hear him in the other room, his soft snores disrupted only by the crackle of the radiator, the drip of the tarnished metal sink.

The stillness of it all should unsettle you, send your attention into overdrive, unused to the pause, the silence. Your life is, and has been for a while now, decorated in the pop of gunfire, the whirring sound of chopper blades, the slick sound of a knife slicing flesh and the groans of injured, broken men. Here, on this consecrated eve, there remains only a revered silence. Anticipatory, gentle, hopefully expectant.

There's a gentle shift from the other room, and after a moment there's footsteps creaking against the floorboards. You shift where you sit, tilting your head just enough to see Ghost's form cross the threshold, his large frame freeing itself from the dim shadows of the apartment. He doesn't speak as he comes to stand beside your perch against the window, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall just to your left.

"Let me take over." He tells you, and you can't contain a smile into your mug at the fact that despite the rumble of his words his voice is soft, meant not to disturb the sleeping sergeant in the other room. Just like everything he does regarding his team. Stern, unflinching, silent, his actions carry immense weight, show just how deep his loyalty runs.

"I'm fine for now." You tell him, and he pauses. It's enough for you to shift, cast a glance up at his masked face in the darkness. The streetlights cast a hazy yellow glow across the white paint, even as his soot darkened stare gazes down at you.

"I got more sleep than you." You point out in preparation of his insistence. You know him by now, know how he's able to read you. No doubt he's ensuring you aren't pushing yourself again, making sure you give yourself enough time to rest, to eat despite the endurance required for your line of work. It's a tough habit to break, the urge to deprive yourself of sleep, of food in favor of a few more minutes of watch, the gesture of letting him or Soap eat or shower first. You try and prove yourself through sheer effort alone, letting the brittleness of you shine through the cracks like tarnished war medals.

Ghost is ever firm. He seems to sense when you're driving yourself too hard. It's an order when he nods at the kitchen, towards the uncomfortable mattress, shoves a protein bar or bottle of water at you. It used to annoy you endlessly, this ability of his to see you for what you are, to refuse to let you prove yourself this way. It used to chafe at you, wear against your skin, his actions seen not as concern but instead disappointment, frustration.

You know him better now. Ghost says little, but his actions speak louder than he ever will. The unyielding shoves he gives you come only because he cares, even if he'd never confess so aloud.

"Couldn't sleep?" You ask him instead, and he huffs down at you, realizing he's fighting a losing battle.

"Can't sleep with all the bloody noise outside." He grumbles. You raise an eyebrow at him from over the rim of your mug.

"The church service?" You ask, and he hums a low note in reply, brief, rolling deep in his chest. "It's kinda nice, I think."

"If you say so."

"Scrooge."

You think you almost see him smile under the mask, if only for a moment.

He doesn't respond. Nor does he insist once more on taking your place at the window, eyes tracing the lonesome, frosted street. In fact, Ghost seems for a moment to be content where he stays, leaning just above your curled up form. He's close like this, mere inches away from you. You swear you can feel the warmth spilling off of his larger frame, and for a moment you resist the urge to press closer, let it fill the gaps in you.

"You know if you stay up long enough you might see Santa, LT." You comment, grinning even when Ghost fixes you with a look.

"No such a thing as St. Nick, Fix." He replies, and there's a sudden tiredness to his eyes when he pauses, a distance you can't quite comprehend, as if recalling something painful. It's gone after a heartbeat, the void filled with his voice. "We already got one fat, hairy bastard in the other room."

That's enough to jolt a brief gasp of tired laughter from you, blinking in surprise even as your grin spreads across your features.

"Was that...a joke, LT?" You ask, a bit in disbelief. "It's a Christmas miracle!"

"Forget I said anything." He grumbles, but there's no real malice there, only a fatigued, vague annoyance that only serves to broaden your smile.

The silence resumes, but there's no awkwardness now. It's gentle, entreating, comfortable as you both gaze up at the dark, twinkling sky. There's still snow coated on some of the rooftops. It feels a bit like the gingerbread houses you see sometimes, with their royal frosting shingles and sugary icicles clinging to the eves. You always loved decorating them more than eating them as a girl, focused on assembling the walls just so, the gumdrops serving as bushes tucked against the windows.

You always hated when they crumbled. It felt hollow, empty, familiar to the point of pain.

"Soap and I could have done this ourselves." Ghost murmurs, and for a moment you frown at him, seeing his words as a dismissal. Yet there's no coldness to his eyes, even as they gaze away from you. "You could have been in the states for Christmas."

The air shivers, hovers with his unspoken question like snowflakes.

Why?

You close your eyes for a moment, and in that heartbeat you see it- see the glittering chandeliers of the Intercontinental Hotel, with its pristine, twinkling tree and glitzy private dining room. The voices of your father's guests chatter mindlessly, interrupted only by a toast of empty promises, the clink of fine silverware. Light catches against jewelry and perfectly groomed hair. The swish of satin dresses and click of heels feels less like elegance and more like the murmurs of an unseen predator slithering in the bushes. There's a pianist that plays an endless rotation of carols and hymns. His eyes are empty.

You linger in the corner, ever out of place, feeling the scorch of eyes filled with hidden agendas rake over your younger form.

"Didn't want to be alone for Christmas." You reply softly, and it isn't a lie, not really. You could have gone back to DC, could have stayed the weekend at Laswell's with her wife, even if Kate was still trapped within her office at the Pentagon. Her dogs could be sleeping at your feet in the guest room. You don't need to be there, in that glittering, artificial scene of your memories. There's other places for you now.

"Your family?"

You almost miss it, the way his voice shifts, the hesitancy of his query, as if he's afraid of pressing too far. So, you offer him a smile instead, unable to hide the small touch of sadness, of bitterness in your gaze.

"They think I'm a bit of a party-pooper." You tell him gently, voice low, aching like the draw of a deep dark well, full of secrets you'll never tell.

You see him pause at that, see the way his eyes flicker to you now. They study the planes of your face, searching for something he'll never ask for. Something you'll never name.

"They think wrong." He answers after what feels like forever and a day, tired gaze shifting away once more. His shoulders are looser, you think, his stance more open.

"I know." You reply, hiding the bitterness of your thoughts behind your twinkling stare. "I'm a real riot."

He huffs at that but doesn't deny you. It unfurls something a little warmer in your chest, nestling there in the eves.

This is nice, you think. Despite the pressure of your mission, despite the biting chill the radiator fails to fully blunt, the watery taste of your hot chocolate, the chill creeping into your fingertips, it's nice. Here, with him, the sting of emptiness this holiday brings isn't so sharp. It's dulled at the edges by his presence hovering beside you, both of you gazing into the past, looking forward into the present.

Just like Nepal, in the time neither of you have ever spoken of, the time that lingers forever within your hopeful heart. His body curled around your blinded, shivering form, chest rising and falling deeply in sleep as you gaze through the darkness and into the shadows of him. Silent, watchful, protective even if he remains ever untouchable.

You shiver a little bit, unable to ward off the chill despite the blanket draped around your shoulders.

"Cold?" He asks, and there's an order prepped behind his question, ready to send you off to bed where you belong.

"A little bit." You concede, sipping on the dreggy remains of your drink. "Might need to go cuddle with Soap."

"Don't tempt him." Ghost replies, just a little too fast, enough to make you blink and turn, gaze up at his looming figure.

"Why?" You ask, and it's the wrong question, you know. Yet there's something in the air that makes you want to pull at the thread he's let spill loose, see what it unveils. He's less reserved this evening, more open despite himself, and if you stop to look close enough you can almost see the cracks of hm he keeps so tightly concealed. You want to see what's inside. "You offering?"

Ghost pauses then, goes rigidly still, shoulders hiking a fraction of an inch. His reaction, as subtle as it is, is enough to startle you, make you blink. Maybe you've struck something after all. Maybe you can actually see past the shadows of him here, in this moment reserved for only you both.

"Go sleep, Fix." He tells you, and there's a tightness in his throat you can't fully decipher, one that speaks of the same secrets you try to keep hidden inside yourself. "I'll take watch."

You acquiesce after a moment, still bewildered by his reaction but saying nothing. Your feet brush against the floor as you uncoil yourself from your window side perch. As you rise, however, you hear voices outside. Not those of men barking in Arabic, but the slow, gentle beginnings of carolers as they make their way through the frosted streets and back from mass. Reverent, holy. A prayer for hopeful things. Things of light.

The blanket slips from your shoulders in surprise, pooling gently at your feet. You don't make a movement to collect it, eyes glassy as you listen to the choir and the sacrosanct, distant toll of church bells.

Ghost bends downwards, fetching the blanket from where it's fallen. After a moment it drapes once again across your shoulders. It feels oddly intimate, this gesture, foreign and yet not at all unwelcome. His hands hover above your shoulders for a moment, warm, strangely tender.

There's something that comes over you then, an enigmatic bravery that has you turning towards him, stretching up on your toes. It lasts for a single moment, your lips grazing against the fabric covering his jaw in a single, lingering caress.

"Merry Christmas, LT." You whisper there as he freezes, eyes widening and hands still open as they draw away from you.

You wish time would freeze in that moment, as if you could catch the feeling inside you with your bare, frigid hands. It’s an emotion you dare not name, one that you keep hidden deep within your bones where he can’t see it, where it can’t hurt you. Now you feel it expand, warm across your chest and limbs. Like golden, feathery angel wings it sings lullabies of joyful tidings into an unknown future, of a prophecy you desperately wish to believe even just for a moment. In this moment, the one reserved for just you and him, one you wish to remain still forever.

You scurry away before Ghost has the time to respond, face warming enough to ward off the chill building in your bones.

Yet when you pause, turn back, Ghost has a hand pressed there, against his jaw as if to keep your kiss lain against his skin. Trapped before it vanishes into the hopeful, midnight air.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #mw2 #reader insert #fic: shadow and bone #my writing #my fic

[cqlfeels]

In which I am overindulgent and make a(n incomplete) list of MDZS+ characters and the Tolkien characters they would love if they read and enjoyed his books*

* This isn’t to say they would get along with these characters if they met, just that they would like them as readers

Yunmeng Jiang

JYL: I mean, hobbits as a group, just in general. Particularly loves Rosie Cotton as portrayed in the book. (Might have cried reading Beren and Luthien, but only because she was going through A Lot at the time)

JC: It’s Boromir, but he feels like that’s the wrong answer somehow so he chooses Fingolfin and that also backfires because now everybody thinks he’s broadcasting his daddy issues when he just wanted to be the guy who stabs Morgoth

WWX: Doesn’t have a favorite when he’s young, but the older he gets, the more he appreciates Maedhros, for philosophical reasons. Has a crush on Glorfindel and doesn’t realize his experiences aren’t universal, which makes for Interesting conversations with other fans

Gusu Lan

LXC: I know the common fandom opinion is Elrond, and I definitely agree, but I think he’d also like Finrod. Depends on which book he’s reading, really

LWJ: Will not admit to liking anyone because he won’t lie, and the true answer is Feanor and he finds that mortifying. Caveat that the same instinct that gives him his canon YLLZ kink does make him prone to overreacting to like 90% of thirsty Sauron fancontent, which is something WWX found fun back when they were teenagers

LSZ: Throughout canon, from toddler all the way to the last scene, it’s Bilbo. Post-canon he suddenly loves Elrond. For reasons.

LJY: Gandalf for his dialogue. Developed a sudden passion for Beren As The Best First Age Hero the instant he noticed JL is a Turin fan (His favorite scene is the starving in the forest interrogation from The Hobbit, though)

Lanling Jin

JZX: Thingol Has Done Nothing Wrong Ever In His Life

JGY: If anyone asks, Barahir. Secretly? Rian.

MXY: Also Maedhros but for very different reasons than WWX. Has read every h/c fic on AO3, but also every dead dove, and at this point doesn’t remember what’s canon and what’s fanon

JL: Turin. (“Because he’s cool!” he will say to LJY, but it’s actually because he misses his parents) Also a huge fan of Huan as a concept

QS because I can: Indis, but before she had read HoME it was Legolas. People tend to find that confusing.

Qinghe Nie

NMJ: Men as a group, Theoden and Hurin in particular - you’re gonna die, but do it right

NHS: He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know! If pressed, he’ll say Finarfin and it’s like, 75% true

Qishan Wen

WQ: Morwen, but she vibes with what Rivendell is trying to do

WN: Should be Sam, but he imprints on Fingon once he reads the Silm. WQ wishes he liked literally anyone else.

Bonus Yi City

XXC: Nienna, but he’s been known to Contemplate several characters

SL: Imrahil (Also: strict book purist, and a huge Gimli fan - these things are related)

XY: Doesn’t actually like Tolkien but ships silvergifting. Finds the fall of Numenor hilarious as a concept despite having only skimmed the Akallabeth

AQ: Honestly? She thinks Gollum is delightful

#tolkien tag

[codmw2019-2022]

Modern Warfare® Campaign: Biographies of the Story’s Major Players.

Part 3 (1 of 2): Farah Karim

October 03, 2019 by Call of Duty Staff

Farah Ahmed Karim

Leader, Urzikstan Liberation Force (ULF)

Farah Amhed Karim is the founding member and commander of the Urzikstan Liberation Force, battling foreign occupation since 2010. She is renowned not only for leading the resistance against enemy troops, but for establishing protective units to combat terror groups throughout Urzikstan. Under Farah’s leadership, civilian militias play a critical role in the fight to return their subjugated population to sovereignty. Her forces comprise male and female volunteer fighters with maximum age limit. Farah does not allow those under the age of 15 to take part in frontline fighting, but anyone and everyone is invited to undergo military training and join her reserves.

To protect her people from owing a debt to the world, Farah accepts only select funding and equipment from the international community, preferring to keep her forces reliant on their own for material support. Raising her army with little more than commandeered weapons and unofficial support from the SAS’s legendary Bravo Squadron, Farah says “Will is the most powerful weapon.” As a girl, in the opening salvos of the invasion, she and her brother Hadir were caught, spending their teens held as POWs by General Barkov’s rogue forces where captives were subjected to forced labor, routinely witnessing acts of chemical experimentation on fellow prisoners.

In 2009, Farah led an escape, fighting alongside a western aide unit. She vowed then to give her life to freeing her country from subjugation and chaos. When asked if women can be as effective as men in combat, Farah describes the question as sexist and objectifying. Farah wants to give women their rightful place, not only in combat, but in a society free from war. For Farah, war is more than the liberation of land. “We are also fighting to free our people from old-fashioned ways.”

Impressed by seeing females in combat and leadership roles, wives, mothers, and daughters fight without pay, food or medicine, to follow Farah into battle, Farah Karim’s modern beliefs have had far-reaching effects, and occupying soldiers often directly hunt and target her. Labeled a terrorist organization by the Russian government for their long-standing resistance, Russian soldiers are ordered to make no distinction between the terror group Al-Qatala and the liberation fighters under Farah’s command. AQ terrorists pursue Farah and the ULF with a mandate to kill.

Farah’s worldview draws a sharp line of demarcation between herself and the enemy. “The enemy has come where they are not welcomed and taken what is not theirs.” Farah refuses to stage counter-offensives or launch attacks beyond the borders of her country, believing with all her heart that what distinguishes her from the terrorists and the occupiers is never crossing the line from defender to aggressor. “We are a protective force, we are rescuers, not killers.”

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #cod mw19 #call of duty modern warfare 2019 #operator bio #farah karim #farah cod

[sgt-scottymoreau]

MWII Event: Countdown

Summary: Time is ticking to stop Hassan and the last missile.

Warning: None

Words: 1.9k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Last part of the main game fic. I guess now I can start posting more original fics, but I don't know which one to post yet lol I have too many.

The flight to Chicago was as tense if not more than their trip to Los Vaqueros’ HQ. If they were late by a few minutes it could change the whole story. They had to locate where exactly Hassan was. According to some more intel they were able to get from El Sin Ombre, the missile has been smuggled through the port of Chicago. To move a container that size unnoticed, it couldn’t have been more too far from it. Or with access to the water. The second piece of information they were able to get was that the man had been moved downtown, in a building used as cover - a shell company - to the Las Almas cartel. It was a gamble to hope that both Hassan and the missile would be there. 

Laswell contacted the local police as soon as the information reached her. She told them to make sure any civilians would be out of the area and to be on the lookout for a stolen container full of weapons. If they knew they were dealing with a missile, it might spread panic even more. Scotty and Gaz were able to pull up the schematic of the said building and gave all the most important details about to Laswell. To her it came clear that Hassan might be on the 54th floor where the schematic showed a fortified server room. From here, they had to corner him and stop him before it was too late.

“I’ll be on the ground working to locate the missile.” Laswell explained the plan. “Garrick will infiltrate with the Marines on the Chicago river and move in from ground level. Ghost and Moreau will go take a heli up to an OP across from the objective for armed overwatch. Price and Soap will touch down on the roof of the building with a group of marines and make their way down. While one team goes up, the other goes down, repelling to the server room, pinching Hassan in the middle.”

Their primary objective is to find the missile and stop it. But they also all had execute authority to kill Hassan if the chance presented itself. 

The night had already fallen over the city by the time all was in place and ready. The rain slowly turned into snow as the cold took its place. Every team was rushing to their designated spot. Scotty watched the other heli in the distance. She could make out the silhouette of the captain and Soap. “Ghost, Scotty, get to your overwatch.” Price’s order came through their radio.

“Rog, on the move.” Their helicopter broke formation to reach the building in front. Scotty checked her weapon one last time; a malfunction would be an issue. Ghost looked at her with a reassuring gaze behind his mask. Not that she needed it but she appreciated it. They both knew the danger that was looming over right now. With the intel suggesting a lot of AQ inside, this added to the workload. The helicopter touched down on the roof and the two snipers disembarked.  Ghost pointed to the edge. 

“We set up there, we should have a good view. I’ll go from top to bottom, you take bottom to top.” He explained. “If anything unusual comes up, tell Garrick right away.”

“Yes, sir.” She positioned her weapon to the right angle, quickly looking if she could see her allies. Through her scope she could see civilians. Hostages. Scotty snickered at the idea of people using the innocent as shields. Only a coward would do that. Or someone who was trying to buy time. 

“Ghost, Scotty, we’re set. You have eyes on?” Price asked.

 “A-firm. Flashing now.” Ghost replied. In the distance, the captain saw the two flashes. The sergeant hooked his rope and started his descent, while the captain took the staircase. Ghost guided him down to the 54th floor. Scotty did the same with Gaz. Although on her side, everything was less crowded. Hassan didn’t need men to protect him on every floor, only needed close to him.

“Gaz, you have two x-rays behind the door of the staircase.” Scotty warned him. 

“Roger.” Scotty saw him kick the door open, sending one AQ flight on the floor with the impact and the other too confused to react. They dropped quickly. “We are on floor 28th, keep climbing.”

In the meantime, Soap and Price had made their first breach in the server and control room to look for Hassan. All clear. He was nowhere in sight. A frustrating outcome. “Ghost, you got anything?”

“A-firm. Possible visual. Forty-sixth floor.” 

Scotty and Ghost remained on the lookout, till Gaz said he had a clear visual on Hassan, indeed 46th floor. As the team went deeper into the building, it was harder for them to keep a visual to help. However, what didn’t go unnoticed by almost everyone was the missile launching. As it flew right above them, the two snipers looked at each other very worried. “I hope they find those control soon, otherwise we are fucked.” Scotty winced, panic rising up inside, yet remained calm on the outside.

“It’s not over yet.” They returned to their overwatch and found the rest of the 141. They saw them heading to a door and then an explosion. They both tensed up, their grip on their gun tightening. The smoke slowly dissipated from the explosion giving a clear view. From afar, they had cleared the area for somewhere safer. Price assured he was good and Scotty saw Gaz and Soap follow Hassan toward elevators, then silence for a moment. It was soon followed by a small explosion. Debris flying everywhere gave the hint to one. 

Not even five minutes had passed between all of this, but the silence was worrisome. Soap finally came back on the radio. He had the controls, but no more weapons. “Construction floor.” 

Ghost and Scotty readjusted their position to find said floor. They couldn’t spot him yet, but they surely could see the AQ and Hassan be on the lookout for him. With Laswell help, the sergeant was able to detonate the missile before it would reach its target. For now, Soap had to find a way to survive. Ghost guided him through again, just like in the city of Las Almas. “Aye. Like old times, huh Lt?”

“Seems like yesterday…” Scotty turned to look at him with eyebrows raised. Ghost shrugged, but she could see the smile in the corner of his eyes.

“It was yesterday.” Soap came through the radio, a very faint chuckle in the back. However this time, none of them cracked jokes like they did back with the Shadows. Their minds were focused on surviving and getting Soap out of here in one piece. Because of the layout of the floor, Soap would often disappear from their watch. In itself it wasn't too bad, as they kept comms. After a few minutes, a long silence came, while he was out of sight. 

“You think he is alright?” Scotty worried.

“I don’t know.” Ghost was looking everywhere, but nothing. It took another minute before Soap spoke again. His voice was weak, like he just got hit. What happened?

“Watch the window.” A few seconds after that they spotted the exploding window. Ghost repositioned himself while Scotty kept an eye on the situation. She gave him directives about the wind and double checked the distance. Through their scope they saw Hassan lift Soap and walk him toward the window. Ghost took a deep breath, steadied his body and pressed the trigger. Hassan dropped and so did Soap who had to find his bearings. He eventually called a perfect shot.

"You called it Sergeant." Ghost reminded Soap. “All stations - Hassan’s down. Enemy KIA.”  If it wasn't from him giving a heads up, they wouldn't have paid attention to the right spot. Maybe, but too late. Scotty and Ghost exchanged a glance. The pressure that had been building up in the last two days finally vanished. Their shoulders slacked down, despite their mind still being alert for any more orders. The situation wasn't entirely over, but they could take a breather. A bigger one than before. Still kneeling, in this moment of short relief, Scotty didn’t care. They were on a rooftop, away from anyone’s sight and she had been waiting for this since they found her back in Las Almas. 

She jumped on him, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. She didn’t even care if the mask was in the way, she needed to kiss him right here, right now. Ghost was surprised at first, but eventually relaxed and pulled her closer to him. He broke the kiss only to lift up his mask enough to free his lips and returned the kiss. Only breaking it once more when Price told everyone to wrap everything. “Much better without the mask in the way, don’t you think?”

“It tastes better, sure.” She smiled and helped him to get back on his feet.

*****

A day later, the 141 joined Laswell for a drink in a local bar before heading back to England. A way to humbly cheer up at the end of another threat. As per Gaz's request who wondered what happened to her after they parted ways in Amsterdam, Scotty told him her encounter with El Sin Ombre and the eventual unplanned but welcome rescue from Soap and Ghost. Gaz joked that this reinforced his idea that she was always putting herself in more trouble when the captain wasn’t around. "Next time you get hurt on the job because of them, give me a call. I'll tell the captain to let you work with us." Gaz laughed and sipped on his drink. 

"Fuck off, Garrick." Soap returned the laugh. "We can take care of the lady. It's her who should take care of herself."

"May I remind you that one time we worked together against that human traffic cell and I got myself in trouble?" Scotty said. "Again it was my choice, but I'm not a hundred percent safe either with you Gaz. So our dear friend here is right; I need to take care of myself."

"Heard you had to save Laswell from a bad situation." She smirked while sipping on her drink.

Gaz leaned closer. "I swear Price loves to put me in complicated situations. First let me scout the fish nursery alone, I still can smell it when I sleep! And yeah, then I have to drive and take down enemies. Meanwhile, he is just riding the pickup truck." The three sergeants looked up. The captain had not heard anything while still talking with Laswell.

"Are you saying it would have been nice if I stayed with you and Price?"

"Yeah, I could have used a hand during the chase."

"You don't want her as a driver. She drives like shite." Ghost commented. She flipped him off with a smile. 

"You will know that my driving skills are very good. You just never let me show it."

She had taken a seat between Soap and Gaz, to avoid the former teasing her even more. Since she called Lt pretty, he hadn't let go of this. Their light hearted conversation died down when they noticed the serious expression of Laswell when she slided a piece of paper to Price. The captain looked at it then back to the chief station. "He is not new."

He passed the picture onto the rest of the team. Scotty looked at it when it passed to Gaz and Soap, she didn’t not recognize the man. One thing for sure the rest of the 141 seemed to. Even Ghost shifted in his seat to get close to the conversation. 

"Who is he?" Laswell asked when she saw that all the 141 were giving her their full attention.  

"Makarov."

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