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southernbluebellereader · 5 months

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Being Chosen...By A Baby

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Single Mom (COD MW(2/3))

Warning: Fluffy stuff, Baby Fever, MAJOR BABY FEVER

Summary: Simon Riley isn't too particular about babies, until he meets yours.

Word Count: ~1,670 words

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A/N: I loved writing this, it's been on my mind for a while. I didn't like the ending because I didn't know how to end it lol

Edit: Pronouns and names were all over the place but it should be fixed lmao thanks for letting me know

Imagine being chosen by someone. Someone intentionally looking at you and thinking - contemplating, deciding - and choosing to pick you. It’s as simple as picking you to ask for directions, ordering a cup of coffee, and begging to touch your skin.

But it’s something special when someone as small as a little child is looking at you and choosing you. No one knows what goes on in their mind, behind those curious eyes, those rosy and chubby cheeks, that little button nose, that babbling little mouth with teeth fighting to make way. No one knows what those cute little chubby cherubs think when they decide to reach out to grab anything and everything in sight.

The grip of a child is mightier than anyone Lieutenant Simon Riley has ever seen.

Lieutenant Simon Riley - the infamous Ghost. He’s not supposed to exist. The enigma.

Yet… out of anyone who could have found him and had a mighty grip on his gray fleece jacket was your little chunky cherub made of a can of Pillsbury crescent rolls, looking at him with big curious eyes, absorbing information like a sponge. Your little infant son of nine months old, sitting comfortably in a little wrap carrier so that he can comfortably lay against your chest, he has seen Simon and reached out and grabbed a little handful of his gray fleece jacket with no intention of letting go.

It was a quick day for you so you didn’t need the baby carriage today, the wrap keeping your son against your chest would suffice, you liked having your baby against your chest anyways. In the city, it was easy to get around by walking and public transport, but you needed something in the next town over so you had to take the train. The platform for the train was nearly empty, you were early, so you had some time to yourself and your little boy giggling and babbling away, occasionally wiping his nose and talking to him about the plans for the day.

Slowly but surely, people started to pile in as the time went on, the train would be arriving soon.

Even a ghost needs a place to stay, right. On the occasion that he is home, he tends to stay out of his home, usually to replace food that had spoiled while he was gone. Simon arrived at the train station and waited on the platform. It wasn’t too cold, but chilly enough to wear his gray fleece jacket.

It was nice and quiet until more people started to pile up onto the train station. Usually he didn’t mind until people started to get into his personal space, which rarely happened anyways. Even in more civilian clothes, in a place where people barely recognize him, despite him living there, people tend to stay away from people who look mysterious.

As more people pile into the station, he slowly moves towards the center of the station. Huffing slightly to himself, he glances slightly at the giant clock. The train would be arriving soon. As he waited, he’d hear bits and pieces of conversations from people about their lives.

He didn’t mind it, he felt more human.

After a while, he heard something he didn’t hear often.

An animal?

No.

A baby.

The baby seemed to continue to babble, getting louder as he moved again. For some reason it made him curious. It’s not that he wasn’t fond of children, his childhood was pretty fucked up, but a child was an innocent being in this cruel world. Sometimes he wondered what he’d be like if he’d spent more time around children - or what things would be like if he had children.

But that’s just a random thought in his mind. A man like Lieutenant Simon Riley - with the sins and atrocities he’s been through and committed, he has no business having children. He is the one mothers tell their children to stay away from. He is the boogeyman underneath a child’s bed.

Hearing the babbling again, he instinctively turns his head and looks around for a moment, then looks down, seeing the source of this little creature.

An infant child, probably no more than 9 months old, a drool covered fist in his mouth, the other arm flailing in every direction. And you, holding your child wrapped in a long cloth and tied around your waist, Simon couldn’t figure out how you held the chunky child on your chest with just a scarf.

You were on the phone with someone talking about baby related things. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your baby. Such a mundane sight. A mother and her child. He glanced at your hand caressing your child’s chubby and rosy cheeks. No ring. Single mom? No wait, that’s rude.

Cracking a small smile at the sight, he looked at the child for a moment, finding amusement in how you tried to sooth your child as you talked on the phone, swaying your hips slightly. You kept your eyes on your little cherub the entire time, playing with your son’s cheeks, making him giggle and smile, occasionally acknowledging him, calling him your honey bun.

Then you got caught up with your conversation and looked away. Your child looked around for a moment, content and happy. Simon didn’t know what he found so amusing and intriguing about this child. When he thought about children, he thought of crying little messes, unruly children, little rascals who were nothing but trouble.

This little dough-boy? He had an urge to just poke his little rosy cheeks. You were holding your son, Simon practically stood right next to you but he couldn’t tell you what you were talking about. Your little cherub had dampened his senses.

More people started to fill the train station. The train would soon arrive. Simon was practically next to you. At this point, he didn’t mind being next to you and your baby. As more people surrounded the three of you, you glanced up at Simon and smiled sheepishly and mouthed ‘Sorry’ in an attempt to apologize in case she’d bumped into him. Simon saw as you wrapped your free arm tighter around your baby that was tightly wrapped against your chest.

It’s ok. You’re fine. He didn’t even know you, but he didn’t want anything to happen to you or your baby.

He knew the train would be arriving soon so he looked up at the time and looked to see if the train would be coming soon. Staring was rude. He had manners.

Not even a moment passed after he looked away did he feel a slight tug on his arm. Suddenly aware of his surroundings he looked down again. Your little munchkin demanded attention from the behemoth of a man named Simon. You were still on the phone, looking away.

Simon smiled at the sight and sighed in relief. You little rascal. Their eyes met, for such a cute little thing, your son looked at Simon intently, studying him. Simon was wondering what he was thinking. The little hand that had such a strong grip on his fleece jacket tugged at him to come closer.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?” Simon said, using his other hand to wave at your child, making him smile slightly and let out a gleeful sound.

You turned your head at the sound and laughed at the sound of your son laughing, then blushed when you realized he was pulling on Simon’s sleeve. She quickly said her good-bye on the phone and hung up, then looked up at Simon, smiling sheepishly.

“I-I’m sorry, sir-” You gently pulled on your baby’s arm to try and get him to let go of his arm.

Simon let out a small chuckle as he waited patiently, smiling at the sight, “It’s fine. He’s got a mighty grip, alright.”

You chuckled as your child started babbling at Simon, as if he could be understood, refusing to let go despite your attempt to make him unhand Simon, “Once they got you, they don’t want to let go.”

You glanced up at Simon, seeing a small smile on the man. He reached up also with his free hand and gently held the child’s wrist, “I ain’t going anywhere, you can let go of me now. I think we’re going on the same train.”

Your child finally let go but continued to try and reach out for Simon, instantly taking a liking to him. You sighed as you looked up at Simon, the train finally approaching, “I’m sorry again, sir-”

“It’s fine, really. You’ve got a cute one.” Simon smiled at you and your child, who was still mesmerized by him.

You smiled up at him in return, glancing down at your son, then back up at Simon, “Haha yeah, he is something.”

Once the train doors opened, people quickly exited the train as quickly as people entered.

“This is my train-” You looked up at him and then toward the train, then attempted to walk forward. But people rushed around them. You kept your arms around your child and Simon felt the need to stay close, this way people would actually walk around you as you and Simon stepped into the train.

Once inside, you found a seat and sighed as you sat down. The seats filled up quickly and Simon ended up sitting opposite of you and your baby.

Smiling awkwardly at each other, you apologized again for your son grabbing onto him.

“It’s fine, really. I like his determination.” Simon looked at him as you turned slightly so Simon could see her son’s face, who smiled when he saw Simon again. “What’s his name?”

“Joseph. But I think he likes being called Joey.” You said as she caressed little Joey’s cheek as he cooed at Simon.

Simon gave her and Joey a genuine smile this time. Joseph… Tommy’s son…

“I’m Simon, what’s your name?” He looked up at her.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Simon.”

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ohnonononononono567 · 2 months

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Games - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (fluff)

(erm boykisser alert!)

The gentle click-clacking of your fingers on the keyboard soothed Simon to no end. A small studio apartment, the smell of the dollar tree air freshener to hide the scent of a behemoth of a dog who runs around like he pays rent.

Simon wasn't in this house much. He was out working. He wanted something bigger. Never a fan of the small spaces.

This place was close to your job, was always your reasoning. Shite reasoning if you asked him, but he knew you weren't one to want to be provided for straight off the bat.

So what else could he do? You're a grown man, you know what you want.

He laid on the bed, the soft sounds of classical playing on the radio next to the bed. The keyboard clacking adding on like ASMR.

Grunting, he got up, looming over behind you, and putting his hands on your biceps, squeezing,

"Get up. I want to head out."

You looked up at him, confused. You were playing a multiplayer after all, you couldn't just leave. :/

He sensed this, sensed what you wanted. But frankly, he doesn't care.

"I don' like my men sittin' on their ass all day, yeah? Can't stay cooped up in this apartment forever."

You tried to protest, but it earned you a light slap on the back of your head,

"Yer yapping. Finish up your game, and I'll get us something to eat too. 'ell a lil more meat on your bones would d'ya good, yeah?"

Said the soldier, leaving the room to grab his car keys, a low rumble escaping his throat from his own joke (if you could call it one.)

Sitting with him at a park, he realizes it wasn't a keyboard, it was you who soothed him. Your presence.

He likes to believe his heart was too cold to ever be repaired. And he still believes that.

But it doesn't mean you haven't reminded him that he still has a soul. A human one at least.

A game has the same thing every time. A puzzle that needs to be solved, whether it be with skill or strategy, and a reward. But you can never change the game. You will never fix it to fit you, or alter it. The reward wouldn't feel deserving anymore.

And that's why he had the gall to say he loves you. You never tried to change him. You only tried to figure him out. And when you failed, you never quit. Just looked at him, as if there would be an answer. You saw him as a reward for what the world threw at you.

He didn't know how to feel when he saw that look in your eyes. Looking at him as if he could ever appreciate you like you appreciate him.

But this moment in the car after night had befallen the park, as you whined over not being able to play your silly little game and "losing a win streak.", just to be hushed by a hand on your knee and an adoring soldier driving you to your favorite little burger joint, Simon could care less. He's home.

(Daily reminder I am not a writer and don't actively write fanfiction pwease pwease pwease be nice >_<)

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trixter-god · 2 months

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Had to do one for everyone’s favorite lieutenant

#cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod #wallpaper #ghost wallpaper #task force 141 #the 141 #ghost mw2 #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #lieutenant riley

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iifishizzleii · 2 months

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hot take, very opinionated, might offend the masses but-

fics where the cod men wait until reader is 18 to fuck them is NOT cute🥰

fics that highlight the reader’s soft, small, hairless, and (quite literally) child-like figure in contrast to the cod men is NOT cute🥰

fics that only describe skinny white girls who are just so ‘fragile and feminine’ is NOT cute🥰

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cheesit-notes · 8 months

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Simon Riley + Hand Kisses

tags: kissing obviously, ptsd for simon basically, gn!reader, overthinking simon, simon getting violent at one point, a/n: sorry i was gone for a week! i want to say i worked on stuff but ive been busy with things and this was the only thing i did. im not all that happy with the time to result ratio of this tbh but i love the idea of Simonand hand kisses so enjoy!

Ghost who cannot stand any and all kinds of intimate touches. he doesn’t like intimate touches. no, actually, he loathes those touches. it reminds him of a time he’d really rather forget. there’s no way to really kiss him without having to slowly practice. underneath the mask, he’s nothing more than the emotionally scarred, vulnerable Simon Riley who went through far too much for any human.

the first time both of you technically kissed, you had asked if you could kiss him, he said yes because you looked like you wanted it so badly. the two of you stood awkwardly in his barracks. he’s wondering if he should’ve changed clothes earlier, he just got back and was still in his uniform, probably smelled fowl, but you didn’t say a word. ah, he thought he could handle it. he really did. but to kiss was a lot easier said than done. and he’ll never fully forgive himself for shoving you away slamming you against the wall, and he was choking you. he didn’t actually hit you, you tell him that everyday, but the fact he fully intended to hit you for the moment scared him. plagued with the thought that he truly was no different from his father; he could barely look at you for the weeks following that, much less talk to you. no, he refused to do so much as to stand near you; petrified he wouldn’t snap out of it in time, terrified he’d hurt you.

months later, he asked if it’s alright to try again. the kissing thing, you know? it was months after the previous attempt, you and Simon had already reconciled, as much as possible anyways, so the question left you a little confused. you were happy to, but only if he was really ready. and he said he was, he swore it. although.. looking at you, thinking back about the previous attempt, made him anxious. but he already said he would. so he should? he should stick to his words, right? youd probably think hes a coward. god, a man shouldnt be a coward. and he cant be a coward. and all these thoughts ran through his mind. he doesnt realize he’s zoned out and that you’re staring at him with a concerned look on your face. its not until you decide to speak does he snap back.

“are you sure you want to do this?”

he’s not even sure what to respond. what did he want? he’s only really thought about what you wanted. it’s not like his wants really mattered in his eyes.

“you know, we don’t have to do this. we can still have a perfectly fine relationship without–”

“no! absolutely, no, we.. we have to kiss.”

he insisted, almost yelling like he’s afraid he wouldn’t be heard. and that you’d leave him because you’d think he couldn’t kiss you, because he couldn't give you of a normal relationship. and you deserved it. you deserved a normal relationship with someone who could give you what you wanted. and god, he wishes he were normal.

anyone could tell he was agitated. honestly, it isn’t easy for you. you could tell he wouldn’t handle it well if you kissed him directly. but if you didn’t then he’d isolate himself, thoughts spiralling like a roller coaster in his mind, and you couldn’t be sure when or where the ride ended. so, grab his hands, hold them in yours, and plant a gentle kiss on each. you hold his hands, looking into his eyes, and for what felt like hours, the two of you stayed put like that. until Simon told you to leave.

it caught you off guard, you’re a little taken back. but respecting his wishes, you leave the room. not even a minute after you leave, Simon slumps against the wall, he can’t stop the hot, burning tears from falling. maybe it was how soft your lips felt against his caloused hands or how careful you were with him, how you knew that he likely wouldn’t react well to either choice and yet you made the perfect one.

Simon Riley who sometimes holds your hand, silently hoping you’d kiss his hand again. he likes it when you give each knuckle a peck. if you bent down on one knee, you’d look like a knight kissing the princess’ hand, and Johnny would say this whenever he saw the chance. Simon Riley who still isn’t ready to kiss you directly, but he’s slowly working on it. Simon Riley who will probably learn to like different types of kisses, but right now, he's smitten over you and your hand kisses that make him feel oh so loved.

next time he holds your hand, give him a kiss, will you?

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bonkchai · 1 year

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90% of the time he looks high as shit and idk why but it lowkey makes me angry like stop looking chill like that

#modern warfare 2 #mw2 #modern warfare ii #call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley mw2 #simon riley #ghost #ghost cod #ghostmw2 #lieutenant ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost call of duty #og ghost #09 ghost

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kiwi-channn · 2 months

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falling petals

Simon Riley × fem reader (wife)

∆ Simon cheats on reader while being in deployment and confesses to her ∆

(reader referred to as "she-little lady-y/n -pumpkin-dove)

Part2 here

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She was making dinner for her husband... Wearing her apron and focusing to make a perfect meal for her man ... Simon was in a long deployment... She hasn't seen him for six months... It has been so long... She feels so excited that he is finally gonna be home any minute now....

He texted her telling her that he will be back at around 10 pm... And it's 9:30 now... And she prepared the house for his return... Like rearranging the books in the shelves because he likes it to be in an alphabetical order... And she put on his favorite bedsheets on the bed.... And she bought a lot of his favorite black tea.... Just small things he likes...

She also put on his favorite perfume... He always compliments her whenever he smells it on her... And she wore his hoodie... He loves when she wore his clothes... Whenever he sees her wearing his clothes, he won't be able to keep his hands to himself... He will touch her whenever he had the chance...

She blushes as she thinks about all of this... In her own little world... Daydreaming about her man's return...

More time passes ... And she finally hears the keys in the keyhole... And she beams at that familiar sound... And she puts the spatula down on the counter... And fixes her hair quickly... Then she walks to the doorway to welcome him....

"babe.... Welcome back..." Says happily upon seeing him coming through the door... she feels so excited ... Runs and hugs him tight... Squeezing him as strong as she could... And he smiles calmly and hugs her back... As tired as he feels he can never refuse his little wife's hug...

"getting stronger ha?... My little lady" he jokes lightly as he takes off his balaclava and buries his face into her neck...

She chuckles softly.. "how are you?.. you injured?..." Says worryingly...

"no.. iam fine... Look at me... I am back..." Says calmly with his deep harsh voice...

She smiles happily and looks up at him...

"yes.. I am glad you are safe...".. then she pulls his arm... "Come on... Dinner is ready.. and I prepared the shower too.."

"okay... Little lady" teases her as he follows her inside their house...

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After dinner and a warm shower... He feels the guilt eating his heart... Making him feel heavy ... He wanted to just forget it... Pretend he didn't do anything... But he can't... He tried to act normal ... When he saw her happy warm expression upon seeing him... He felt like he was dying... He feels disgusted at himself...

He looks at his reflection in the mirror and he feels bitter... Will his wife forgive him?... Will this break his house?.. will it end everything they built together in those six years?...

He closes his eyes as he starts shaking from how angry he feels at himself... He feels so mad at his own selfish self... He wasn't using his brain... Not even his heart... It was pure lust and need... He was bent up and lonely... He wanted some warmth... He couldn't resist her seduction... He curses himself... He curses the day he started this sin...

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"babe!... You okay in there?... You took so long...."

Her soft voice from the other side of the door snaps him out of his thoughts... And he takes a deep breath to calm himself down..

"iam fine, pumpkin... Gonna be out in a few minutes"

"okay... I will be waiting for you in bed"

She says lastly and she leaves... She heads to the bedroom and tucks herself in bed... As she sighs contently... She will finally beside Simon after those long months...

..............

He comes inside the bedroom... As he is only wearing his robe... And she was reading a novel in bed... And he keeps watching her... And whenever she looks up from her novel.. he will immediately look away... He can't look her in the eyes...

He wears something comfy and he slowly lays beside her in bed... She then closes her novel and puts it on the nightstand beside her... Turning off the light...

Then she gets closer to him and she snuggles into his arms... Her body relaxing in his embrace...

"I really missed you..." She Whispers softly with a relieved huff....

"yeah... Missed you too" answers back in a quiet gentle voice... And he decides not to tell her anything after all... It will break them..."good night... Dove"

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Two weeks passed since then.. and she feels a slight change in him... He is gentler.. and he became nicer too... It's not like he wasn't nice... But he became nicer... Buying her lots of gifts and flowers... Flirting with her so often... Complimenting her whenever.. it's a bit too much... And she starts Wondering if something happened in his previous deployment....

"What are you watching?..." She says softly as she approaches him and sits beside him on the sofa ...

He scoffs a bit to make space for her...

"just an old movie..."

"hmm... I see" mumbles quietly...

He feels her thinking about something and he puts his arm around her shoulders...

"spell it out..."

She chuckles a bit as he always understands her without a word...

"I wanted to talk to you about something... Maybe it's me reading so much into it... But I feel like you are hiding something from me..."

He feels panic... His heart falling down in his stomach...

"what?... Why are you saying that?... I can never hide anything from you" says gently as he tries to push this aside...

She stares at him for a few seconds... Then she smiles softly...

"okay... I trust you..."

He hears this and he couldn't hide it anymore... He stays silent for a few minutes... Just looking at her... He sees how much she loves him and trusts him.. and he can't fool her anymore....

"there's is actually something I need to tell you about..." He says so quietly and looks down... Avoiding her eyes ... "It happened when I was in the last deployment..."

She stays quiet as she waits to hear what happened back then....

"I was seeing someone else in the past 4 months..." He admits bluntly... He has always been straightforward....

She freezes... Her heart sinking... And she can't process what she just heard... Nor open her mouth and talk... She just stays silent... Shocked...

"but I cut everything with her... I don't see her anymore.. nor talk to her anymore.. I swear... It's over... It was a big mistake.." he continues quietly... "I got weak...."

"y/n..." He calls her name and looks up at her... And he was surprised by her reaction... She was just looking at him... Tears filling up her eyes...

"I.. iam so sorry... Forgive me.. please... Y/n" says softly as he slowly approaches her and he hugs her tight... He just wanna comfort her right now... He hates seeing her like this.. broken and devestated...

"don't cry..."

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were Roomates (part 3)

A/N: Wahoou... I didn't expect this to get so much appreciation. I remind everyone that i accept tips even thought my content stays entirely free for everyone as i don't really do this for money but for my horny demon persona. This is probably getting more parts at this point

accepting some headcanons, situation ideas for these two as i'm slowly running out, it might take me longer to write if i can't find stuff.

TW: violence, blood, crusing, etc.

Love ya'll enjoy.

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You frowned, trying to make your laptops fit in your bag. You were heavily frustrated today.

It didn't exactly differ from your mood for the past three weeks. THREE WEEKS. He was gone for three weeks and you had 0 news. You stopped fighting with the zipper of your bag to sigh.

Of course, as if the situation wasn't frustrating enough, you had spent the last week on a mission with a team who's sergeant hated your guts. Sergeant Keller. You were just hoping to end this as soon as possible. Avoiding the sergeant was now your top priority. You had managed to get on his last nerve by defying him at the meeting and proposing a plan that was better than his. The furious look he had sent your way promised havok if he found you alone. Which you totally were right now.

The sound of footsteps made you freeze. Spinning around you cursed.

"Sergeant…"

You didn't have time to finish, thanks to the punch to your sternum making you drop to your knees, breath caught in your lungs.

Fuck…

"You are a little bitch."

The remark passed through you like a yawn. What bothered you the most was the blows you might receive. He wouldn't kill you, or actually hurt you badly because you were still a valuable asset to the government and the military. But he'd still make it painful.

"You're… just… mad… I'm better than you…" you hissed through breaths.

This time the kick to your ribs made you whimper. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he lowered himself next to you.

"Stop fucking acting like you're a hero. You're a fucking terrorist. You should be dead, a bullet through the brain. Know your damn place."

He hissed through gritted teeth.

"You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" you teased.

The two other kicks, one to your stomach the other landing on your wrist were expected.

You couldn't let yourself be spoken like that… it hurt but fuck you weren't going to let him talk down to you.

You were hunched over on the floor, hand over your ribs, and right wrist badly hurting.

The sergeant threw you one last glance before heading out. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You took several minutes trying to calm down the pain before standing up, grabbing your things and darting out. The cold hair made you huff out little clouds. The 21st of December… you had spent many Christmases alone… but you didn't feel as lonely as you did right now.

You bit your lip. Keeping the tears at bay… but had long lost this fight.

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The way home was spent crying. You were thankful no one was out at this Wonderful late hour. You had managed to reach your apartment door, tears blurring your vision, and your aching side and wrist throbbing.

Your hand was shaking as you put the key in the lock. You pushed the door open slamming it behind you. You locked it, heading for the living room. You let your things drop on the couch. You spun around to the counter, flinching heavily as you sat down on one of the stools. You tried to breathe through the pain, throat burning as you tried to keep yourself from crying even more.

Suddenly your ears picked up a sound from behind. Jumping down and turning around you froze.

The silence was deafening. Rage and pain filled your brain. How dare he? Just… what?!

"Sparrow-"

"What the fuck?!" You half screamed, tears now freely falling.

"Sparrow." His tone now much more firm. "Are you alright?"

You chuckled, throwing the most cynical smile you could find in you.

"I'm amazing." You hissed.

"Stop. What's wrong? What happ-"

"None of your business." You spat.

You were furious. You were absolutely broken and in pain. He walked up to you, leaving a few steps in between.

God… you had missed his eyes… you mentally cursed yourself at the thought.

"I know you're angry. But tell me."

"Angry? You think I'm angry? I'm furious! You left ! Without a word! I'm in pain!"

That was true. Physical and mentally. You were trying to keep your voice down. But his words kept repeating in your mind. 'we're not friends'.

You took a deep breath, both staying silent for a long minute.

"Sparrow… tell me."

You closed your eyes for a second.

"Why?" You asked.

You looked at him, eye to eye for once. You were genuinely asking him.

"Don't tell me you care… you made it clear. We're not friends."

"Sparrow.."

"No. No. Not this time."

You felt the heavy crush of your exhausted mind and body. You wanted to escape. You needed to. You walked around him. He grabbed your bruised wrist making you whimper in pain.

The silence after was tense. His gaze had heavily darkened. He was… furious.

"Who?" Was all he asked. His tone was the coldest you ever heard him.

You walked to the cupboard, your initial destination, grabbing something inside. You ignored his question entirely. You placed the black mug on top of the counter. He eyed it. A white skull was drawn on it, with the letters lieutenant Riley. You had it made for him as a Christmas present.

"I figured, you hate Christmas. Though I read no stupid file, it was kind of obvious." You started. Eyes not leaving the object. "I still bought you a Christmas gift. And I know it's not Christmas yet, but. I don't think we'll spend it together."

You looked up at him. "Now you can hate me as much as you want…" you whispered.

You didn't wait for any answer at all. You simply headed to your room, locking the door behind you. You got into bed, wincing at the bruises now forming all over your skin. You cried. Letting the tears and tiredness take you to sleep.

___

The morning was rough. You had called Laswell, informing her that you were unable to get to base that morning. She gave you immediate permission to work from home. You sighed. Getting up, you threw one of your signature baggy shirts that reached the middle of your thighs. Your eyes were puffy. You could see it in your bedroom mirror. The bruise on your wrist was bad but the one on your ribs was nasty.

You made sure that your long sleeves hid the bruise.

Your ears picking up sounds very unusual to your apartment made you frown. Multiple voices could be heard from the living room.

You opened the door, curious. You could hear ghost's raspy voice. You also managed to hear captain price's. You walked to the living freezing at the entrance. Many eyes were now stuck on you.

"Hum…" you tried.

Ghost was the first to move, straightening himself as he scanned your body, wrist, down to your naked thighs.

You blushed. You were a bit too underdressed suddenly. He was back after all. And he … had … guests?

"Ah ! Miss sparrow!" Price smiled happily.

His smile was so contagious you couldn't keep yourself from smiling back.

"Good morning captain price" you answered with a smile.

He walked to you, surprising you with a hug. A very suspicious hug as he barely squeezed you. It was more… testing the waters. As if, checking for any injuries. You still hugged him back. The rest of the men in the living room were still staring at you. They all had a giddy smile on their faces.

"Here. Let me present to you the rest of the squad." He said, positioning himself behind you, hands on your shoulders.

"This is sergeant John soap McTavish." He explained, pointing to the man with a mohawk.

"Hi!" He greeted, the taint of a Scottish accent on his voice.

"This is Kyle gaz Garrick."

The man with a cap stood and threw a wink at you. He sat down back down rather quickly for some reason.

"And this is Colonel Alejandro Vargas. Not really part of the squad but he's here on permission for a month."

The man stood walking to you, taking your hand delicately in his, dropping a kiss before smiling.

"A pleasure." His voice tainted with an accent as well.

You blushed. Sending a smile to everyone.

"And gentlemen this is… sparrow." He said.

He didn't have much more information to add so you did.

"I'm a hacker. I work for the military but I was actually your enemy a few years ago… my code name is sparrow."

The man with a mohawk, now Soap to you jumped at the information. Fear reached you, thinking that once more… this would be like sergeant Keller.

"You're a hacker?! Fuck that's so cool!"

You smiled, relieved.

"We were going to have breakfast. Would you like to join us?" Price invited.

"LT got muffins!" Soap added.

You glanced at the man in a balaclava, eyes widening as you saw him stand against the counter, a black mug in hand. He… was using your gift. The realisation making something burn in you.

"Hum… sure." You answered, smiling at the men.

Everyone answered at the same time a variation of happy words. Quickly interrupted by a very familiar raspy voice.

"She's going to change first."

Everyone turned to ghost.

"I..am?" You suddenly questioned his behavior.

He walked up to you, price stepping back from you.

"Sure, we'll wait. We'll prepare everything." Price said, with what seemed to be a signature smile on his lips. Ghost softly wrapped his fingers around your good wrist and positioned his palm at the small of your back, beckoning you to walk back to your bedroom with him.

Once inside he closed the door behind him. You were still mad at him, even though it seemed to fade by the minute. You decided that pushing his buttons would make your point.

"Why do I have to change? I don't want to change." You spoke, crossing your arms over your chest.

He froze in place looking at you. You could feel his eyes traveling down your thighs. You blushed heavily. Without a single word he managed to answer. So you teased even more. A bitter feeling at the words.

"I don't think your teammates are interested. And I don't think you'd care if they-"

"Listen carefully." He threatened now closing in, trapping you between the desk and his body, hands on either side of your body. Slightly hunched over you to get to your eye level.

"If Vargas looks at your thighs with that 'i want to fuck it' look again, I'm beating the fuck out of him in the living room."

You gasped, eyes glued to him. Was he…jealous?

"Now you do whatever you want." He said in a low voice.

"Are you jealous…" you answered in a low voice.

He flinched slightly.

"No." He quickly answered.

Of course not. Why did that thought ever cross your mind?

"Whatever… I have to get to base anyway…" you mumbled.

"We'll take you." He said, moving back and taking a last glance at you before stepping out.

You stood there confused for a few seconds. This man was unreadable. Terribly confusing. One moment he hated you, the other he threatened to beat up his friend because he was checking you out. You sighed, heading for your closet.

----

You were in the noisy car as you drove to the base with everyone. You had surprisingly spent a very pleasant morning with everyone, heading back to the base after lunch. You had to, unfortunately you needed to get back on the mission and you needed to be with the team for that.

You weren't exactly excited to see Sergeant Keller. You just hoped you'd stay out of his radar.

Arriving in the middle of the warehouses and building, ghost parked. Everyone jumped out of the vehicle, you following carefully trying to not wince. Ghost kept his eyes on you and it was hard hiding the injuries.

"What time you done sparrow?" Soap asked.

"Hum… don't really know…" you answered genuinely not knowing when you'd get out of the hell of a room you were about to get to.

"We can wait for you, we all have time to lose." Gaz added.

You were now incredibly sure ghost had somehow told them about the bruises he saw on your wrist.

"I don't know…" you tried.

"We'll wait. Text me when you're done." Ghost ordered.

You looked at him, deliberately rolling your eyes at him before heading into the building.

You could hear soap and gaz laughing before quickly shutting up.

---

The hours flew by you, and you were pretty glad of that. You just wanted to go back home. You were also very glad that the mission was finally coming to an end. Your part would be over tonight, so you'd be far away from sergeant Keller.

The clock showed 7pm. You watched everyone as they put away their stuff. Grabbing your phone, you texted ghost.

-"I'm done. In case you actually waited…

- "Copy."

You rolled your eyes again. You were putting down your phone when another notification rang.

"Of course I waited. We're out front."

You felt a ping in your heart. What was going on? Why was he so… protective all of a sudden? You stood up grabbing your things when a sharp pain to your ribs made you yelp.

Turning around you saw Sergeant Keller behind you. The asshole had poked exactly where he had kicked you the day before.

"You and I need to have a little talk." He threatened.

You looked around. The room was empty. Fuck. And of course you were caged in between the table and him. The door to your right would be hardly attainable.

"You really adore me don't you sergeant?" you teased, a little shiver of anxiety running through you.

"You have such a big mouth. Somebody ought to make you shut it."

The slap across your faces stung. You had managed somehow to bite your lip in the process, little droplets of blood on your tongue. God damn it.

"I literally didn't do shit this time Keller." You rang, rage slightly rushing through you.

"You're right. Just thought I'd make you remember your place one last time. So you wouldn't go pretending to be part of the good guys again."

"I AM part of the good guys for fucks sake!" You yelled.

He grabbed your throat. Making you grab his wrist.

"You think playing around with your little laptop after you were hunted down for multiple crimes makes you good? You think this is your redemption arc? Fucking idiot"

You hissed as he pressed against your ribs again. He let go of your neck, now grabbing your bruised wrist and squeezing. You yelped in pain. Of course… using the already bruised parts not to add anymore evidence.

"Fuck… stop Keller!" You yelled through gritted teeth.

"Little bitch." He answered, a punch to your bruised ribs, this time making you cry out in pain, vision darkening at the intensity.

You barely heard him walk in. You didn't fully understand why Keller was thrown across the room. When the pain was finally slightly down you looked up, eyes widening at the sight. Ghost had Keller by the throat against the wall. He had apparently punched him already, as by the evident blood running down Keller's nose.

"Ghost…" you tried.

"Get out." He ordered.

"What..?" You asked, shocked.

"Soap and price are waiting. Get. Out!" He ordered, barking the last word.

You flinched, but moved, hand over your ribs, running out. You heard Keller get punched one more time.

Fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes stung with tears. Throwing open the heavy metal door, cold air biting at your skin, your eyes searched for price and soap. They were right in front, heads turning to you, instantly running as they saw the blood on your lip.

"Sparrow!" Your heard soap.

You breathed heavily. Ears slightly ringing. Price and soap stood next to you inspecting you.

"Ghost…" you tried.

"What?" Soap urged.

"He's… he's beating up Keller… you got to stop him!" You yelled.

Alejandro and gaz showed up running up to price. Price cursed heavily.

"Alejandro gaz! Stay with her, soap, with me!" He yelled.

Soap and price rushed past you, as Alejandro and gaz surrounded you.

"You're alright princess.." Alejandro said, a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine… I'm fine… it's just a few scratches." You reassured.

You turned around staring at the metal door. You were shivering. It was probably the cold… or probably the panic coursing through you. You were so thankful that he had shown up. But you were extremely worried about the trouble he was going to get into because of you.

"Come on.. sparrow get in the car." Gaz asked.

"N-no… I… ghost " you stumbled over your words.

"He's coming back, don't worry. Price and soap are with him." Alejandro tried.

"No!" A whimper escaped your lips.

Your brain was a fuzz. You didn't know exactly what you were feeling. Any anger towards him had vanished. You were worried, you needed to see him.

"Come on Sparrow, we're taking you home."

You shook your head, making you even dizzier than you already were.

"We'll bring him back, we promise." Gaz assured.

You took a deep breath finally following them into the car. Tears fell down your cheeks, the cold hair had helped them turn your cheeks red.

You glanced one last time towards the door before Alejandro and gaz drove out.

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Carry me - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (angst)

Games

Bit by Bit

(This was made after 1am and I projected my OCD onto a fictional character so that's on me guys, my bad. Any bad writing can be blamed on the fact I was watching chernobyl with my cat and eating the saltiest fried chicken sandwich known as i wrote this)

"Simon-"

"Don't." He grunted, leaving his position in your bed. Never his.

The day he admits it's his bed as well, is the day he has the ability to sleep peacefully. And God knows when he'll be granted that right.

He awoke to the sound of screams, his ears ringing. The feeling of water and blood rapidly running under his skin, as if his flesh begged to be free.

You had rolled over to hold his midriff, and Lord help him with how much he's grown attached to you, with how much he wanted to pin you down as if you were nothing more than another enemy in his eyes.

He shot up, just to feel the familiar sting of a hook in his rib as he had sat on the bed.

Stepping out onto the patio with a grunt, a tank top and some joggers on with slippers. The apartment's patio serving as the perfect place to have a smoke, the dog yawning to join. Big fella, she was, nudging snout onto Simons leg.

Sitting down, he grabs a light, lighting the cigarette he had hiding cheekily in his pocket, when he had swore up and down he wasn't smoking anymore less than 8 hours ago.

Burn your wrist.

Shut up Riley, you know better than to act on that.

Do it now.

No.

He leaned back, allowing the nicotine to enter his system, and the tobacco to leave a lasting smell on the rough pads of his fingers. He watched you from the corner of your eye. Silent panic. Wanting to help him. But you can't. All he can do is lie to a therapist and come home to you.

He made this worse. Leave him. You're nothing, but he's worse.

Stop.

He saw you at your worst. Why stay?

Because he saw me at my worst. And he stayed.

He shouldn't have.

Stop.

He knows nothing about you and he goes to sleep saying bull crap about loving you.

"STOP!"

He yells, grabbing his hair in two fists on the side of his head, the cigarette between his fingers, lingering in the night air as the sound of the city stand beneath him.

He looks at you, and you seem to just be staring. Frozen.

It spitballs, as he meets your gaze;

"Stop fucking staring at me like that yeah? You can't fucking help me! You deal with me, or you kick me out. Should've done that by now if you've ever known what's good for you!" He says, throwing his hands up in the air out of exasperation, the dog yelping a bit as she backs away. He heads back inside, putting out the cigarette, and snatching his blanket, heading towards the couch.

You gave him a look as he left. He knew that look. You've set boundaries, he was trying to be healthy for you. Honest. You wouldn't stand for verbal abuse, nor disrespect. But he was weak. Useless in the presence of a man like you.

He knew better than to immediately go to you. He left earlier for the gym that morning, called off work, went to one of those shitty manmade parks with more dog piss than a fire hydrant, and sat himself down. Right in the grass, watching a single dandelion. It was weak. But it still stood in the grass. It moved with the wind, even when it lost it's soft white petals.

And when it was stripped naked, bare, with nothing left to offer, there was another dandelion there. Planted from the wind carrying it. Ready to repeat the cycle.

Why is he doing this? He'll repeat what his father did. He was the end of it. No relatives to fall back on. God knows how much he's begged to bring his brother, Tommy back.

But that's just it. He's the end of the cycle.

Get up. Nobody is coming to save you.

He stands before you now, with nothing to offer, but the willingness to move with you if you'd allow him. If you'd allow a weak man like him to remain with you. He'll continue to lose his petals, but you'll help him plant new flowers. To utter the words,

"I can never truly tell you how sorry I am, love. You are the man I want. You are everything. And it's not enough. But I am trying."

Looking up at you, his bones brittle, his eyes heavy.

He wants to sleep. To feel his flesh settle, his mind quiet.

And as you embrace him, he can feel every molecule in his skin burning.

And if you ever let reality hit that you deserve someone who could think like a bloody normal human for once, would he continue to survive for as long as he could without you to carry him. Until he allowed the world to end what it started.

You are everything.

Laying in bed, your hands hesitantly rubbing his back in soft circular motions as he keeps his head in your tummy, soft breathing as the dog nuzzled into the crook between you two, soft kisses lingering on his tongue, it leaves him before he can chase after it;

"...Would you ever marry me?"

@tabloid-junki3 i dont think i cooked but i did heat it up in the microwave so

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