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Secret and Revelations

Summary: All it take it's one slip up. One little mistake, one bad decision to let a secret be out in the wild. At least if the worst as to come, they had some good time before right? Or maybe all will be fine.

Warning: None

Word: 6.6K // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Just wanted everyone to have some fun times and totally not inspired by Alejandro mentioning he has a ranch and does have some bbq with his Vaqueros. It just for fun <3

One month had passed since they had to stop Hassan and the missiles. While they could have already started to look around for Makarov, getting intel on this man proved to be hard and no other major threat was on the horizon. So when the invitation came through, the 141 was rather glad to accept. They earned some vacation, and if something came in the meantime, they could always leave and come back. Alejandro had proposed they come for a few days to his ranch. He did promise his Vaqueros a feast to celebrate the good work they did. It came a little late as they had to first rebuild their HQ, thanks to the Shadows company and Graves who had forced their hands on being slightly destructive to get rid of them. It took a few weeks, but eventually they were back in full operation. Of course, Alejandro and Rodolfo had to work hard to also make sure El Sin Hombre would remain in custody. Which so far, compared to her promise of being out in 24 hours, it seemed to be all going well. She said this almost a month ago.

The trip to Las Almas went without a hitch, but did feel strange. The 141 was used to travel together, but for serious matters. No recreational and fun matters. Pulling some strings, the captain was able to get a carrier to get them in the country, instead of the regular commercial flight with civilians. This made it a little more comfortable for Ghost. Not being in uniform in the transport dragged some jokes from all of them.

They just stepped out on the tarmac, Rudy was already there to greet them. He excused Alejandro for not being present but the colonel was busy back at the ranch.

"Oh wait, Alejandro has a ranch?" Soap said much more excited than he wanted.

"Si, he sometimes invites everyone and we make asada. A way to show he cares about his men."

"What's that?" Gaz asked.

"You will see when we are there. Vamos." He gestured at the team to hop in the truck.

Las Almas had changed slightly since their last visit. Traces of the cartel and, sadly, Shadow Company passage were always visible in some parts. But the guns on the street had almost vanished. It was only kids and balloons, according to Soap. The grief of the lost one was all along the houses. This gave a bitter taste to the three operatives who had to see the bloodbath. None of them commented on this. Eventually the city gave way to greenery and a long view of trees. The drive took another hour or maybe longer, Scotty wasn’t too sure as she started to doze off while her gaze lost in the scenery. She woke up just as Price took a picture. She frowned, half sleepy. The captain showed her the shot, with a smile. Apparently, the travel had been rough on all the sergeants. She has been napping on Gaz’s shoulder, who in return had used her head to rest. Soap had eventually slowly dozed off as well, using her shoulder for support. Scotty smiled silently. She could still feel the heaviness of both men and who she was to wake them up now.

Rudy eventually announced they were almost there. The three sergeants emerged from their slumber, awkwardly stretching in the small space. The ranch was as they expected; big. In the distance they could already make out some party tents, smoke from barbecue and some figures here and there. Big and small ones. Very small ones. "Some of us want to keep their family safe, but sometimes they will bring them here." The second in command explained to the silent question that loomed over them.

The 141 joined the party that had started a little while ago, everyone was going around with plates, serving drinks, and playing with the young ones. Music filling the background. It really felt like a nice well earned party. As they approached some Vaqueros raised their drinks to them or tried to catch their attention; they all remembered what they did for them. Alejandro was busy with the cooking, he barely saw Rudy coming with them. “You are finally here!” He rejoiced. He put down his cooking tools and gave everyone a good handshake. “Make yourself comfortable, no pressure. We are here to have fun!”

"Thanks for the invitation." Price replied. He gladly took the drink that was offered to him.

The party was entertaining. It was a relaxed ambiance, where everyone could either chat in peace, play games or eat. The 141 blended themselves in the crowd. Scotty found a man she had helped during the prisoner break. He thanked her again for saving his life because this meant his son still had a father. A little baby who was barely a year old. Scotty could barely keep it together when she saw the cute infant. With a laugh, the man said she could hold him. She scooped him gently from his father. It had been years since she had held a baby. "I have two nephews and oh boy does this bring back memories." She smiled.

"How old are they?"

"Five. Enjoy the time they are so small and calm like this, after that kids become little tornados." They laughed at her remark and kept on chatting a little more.

In the distance Ghost was watching, in silence. A few kids had approached him to ask questions about the mask, but didn't interact much more than that. Eventually he joined Scotty. He waved the Vaquero and leaned a little closer to Scotty. He looked at the sleeping baby who was not even moving an inch.

"Not thinking of having kids of your own are you?" He whispered to her.

"I can't." She replied this without ever looking away from the small face, softly stroking the cheek with her index. Ghost frowned a little behind the mask. She said that so casually, as if it didn't bother her at all.

"You can't?"

"Yeah. Some medical reason that I don't need to bother anyone with. Before you ask, no it's not a problem for me, I don't feel sad about that fact. With work it's better than way and I have my nephews."

"I see." Ghost looked at the baby. It also brought some memories to him. Memories that he pushed away quickly. He mostly asked her this as a joke, although it suddenly sank into him. The idea of having kids? This felt so rushed; they were barely dating for a few months by now. However, now that he knew that secret of hers, it explained things. Scotty eventually handed back the baby to his parents.

"What about we grab something to drink, lieutenant?" She smiled. He nodded and they walked to the coolers. Alejandro and Price were discussing near them. Seeing the two of them coming, Alejandro quickly grabbed drinks and handed them to Scotty and Ghost.

"Price was telling me about what you all did with Hassan." He raised his bottle. "Cheer to that. I have to say I'm impressed to see that Soap and Scotty can work seriously."

She raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I have seen how you two act…"

"Like real idiots on the field?" Ghost chimed in. Scotty nudged him in the side. Alejandro snorted.

“Go fuck yourself Lt.” This remark resulted in a stare from the captain and the colonel, but Ghost remained impassible. “You would know, Colonel, that Soap and I are very capable. It’s not because we crack a few jokes here and there that we can’t get the job done.”

In the corner of her eyes, she noticed a group playing with football. It sparked an idea.

“Colonel, what about we settle down with a little game? You and one extra person of your choice against Soap and I on the football field.”

“You are on.” Alejandro smirked with a laugh. If he was to play against two persons who said their communication skills were on top, he might go with Rodolfo. They had known each other for long enough that a simple look meant everything. It would be easy. Scotty jogged to find Soap and told him all about the challenge. The Scotsman was more than pleased to show off their capabilities and his goalkeep talent. The four of them walked to the makeshift playground. The current players gladly left their place to see how this would turnout. Price and a Vaquero were chosen as referees, to keep things even.

“Rules are no dirty tricks, two against two, no permanent goalie so make your decision counts.” Price reminded each party. “Take your position.”

Soap and Scotty high fived for good luck and she took place at the center facing Alejandro. The colonel had to admit that she had a smile he had never seen before. Something more confident than ever. Price dropped the ball; the game was on. Scotty reacted as fast as Alejandro, but agility allowed her to get the ball first. The man expected her to move forwards, but instead she kicked the ball behind. It took him a little bit by surprise, till he saw Soap passing by. Rodolfo was quick to intercept him. He slipped the ball away from Soap and made a dash for the goal. Alejandro yelled to make a pass. Rudy executed it, flawlessly. However Scotty was quicker and took advantage. She picked the ball as it passed by. The two Vaqueros looked at each other, they wouldn't let her advance back to their side. They were able to force her to remain on her side, unable to go any further. Eventually, Alejandro was able to regain control of the ball and ran for the goal. With a well placed kick, the ball flew directly in the center. What the two men didn’t notice was that while they were focused on Scotty, Soap had the time to prepare himself. He stopped the ball midair. The Vaqueros on the side cheered at this. Alejandro smiled. They were very clever.

Soap threw the ball as far as he could reach. It missed Scotty by a meter who had to dash to get it. Rudy did a bold move, sliding on the grass to kick the ball even further away. It wasn’t a dirty trick per say, but Scotty had to jump to avoid tripping over him. Alejandro catched up with the ball and made a sharp turn back. “Rudy, left!”

He avoided Soap who was coming towards him and actually kicked the ball in the opposite direction getting the 141 by surprise. Rudy was way ahead, he wouldn’t be able to stop him. “Scotty, all yours!” He yelled.

She made another dash to catch up. The second in command understood and didn’t give her the chance. He kicked the ball. Scotty did her best. She did catch the ball, but in the motion, she landed in the goal. Another roar of cheer rose around. Even though this counted as one point, it was still impressive. They kept playing for a few turns, the end score; 4-2 for Scotty and Soap. Alejandro was catching his breath, holding himself on his knees. Rudy was on the grass exhausted. Soap sat next to him. Scotty was still standing despite her heavy breathing.

“You win in more than one way.” The colonel admitted. The way they played on the fields, how it felt like they knew each other's next move, the anticipation. “You two are really something.”

“We know each other's strengths and weaknesses like it is ours.” Scotty breathed. “It’s like we are in each other's head.”

“Didn’t you say something similar but with Gaz once?” Price raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, we also have a good connection.”

“Especially when it comes to taking a piss at the Cap.” Gaz chimed in. They chuckled.

“Someone is looking to get a kick in the arse.” Price placed his hands on his sides. He looked at the three sergeants unphased. Meanwhile, the three of them looked at each other. Another idea sparked in their mind.

“Up for another challenge?” Soap grinned. Price and Alejandro were at full attention. “Same thing, but this time, three against three. Sergeants against higher rank. That means you Ghost.”

The masked man who was barely paying attention glanced at him. “No.”

“Why not?” Scotty taunted. “Afraid to get your ass kicked by us? You chicken."

The men around her chuckled or gasped at her audacity. Ghost planted himself a few inches from her face. She usually wouldn't back down, but this time she did move a step back. The energy that came from him, she might have gone a little too far. "You are on, Moreau. Don't come crying when you lose."

Him using her last name made her realize that he meant business. And she was, personally, in trouble. Rudy would be the referee this time. Just like last time everyone took their place. However this game, a permanent goalie was allowed. With Soap as theirs, Gaz and Scotty felt pretty confident. Alejandro, who had been running around in the previous game, decided to take it a little easier and took the goal spot. Once the ball hit the ground, Gaz was already on it, making his way towards Alejandro. Price tried to stop him, but he passed the ball quicker to Scotty. She was about to receive, but Ghost caught the ball. Making a sharp u-turn, she ran after him. Curse is taller legs, Ghost could cross the distance faster. Gaz attempted to stop him: a fail as he slipped on the grass finishing his slide a two meters further. Ghost kicked the ball, a direct traject in the goal. Thankfully Soap's reaction was fast. He stopped it just in time. "No this time Lt!" He smirked. He threw the ball in Scotty's direction who caught it first with the head. It was time to play it dextrous. Gaz understood. While she was dancing around Price and Ghost, he advanced closer to Alejandro's goal.

Her mind was on high alert. It was a miracle she hadn't tripped yet, but better kept it that way. Ghost came right in front. Scotty swiftly pivoted the ball back, then herself rolled around him. Her back brushed against his chest. She passed the ball to Gaz who in return kicked it to the goal. Alejandro had been focusing on the two sergeants at the same time, didn't not see it and so the first point of the game was marked. The two attackers high fived while Ghost and Price grumbled something under their breath. "If they win we will never hear the end of it." Price said a little louder to his teammate.

"I know." He glanced at Scotty. When their gaze met, it didn't see the softness she would often give him in the distance. Or the respect of work. Not, it was burning with the desire of crushing him in that supposedly friendly game. She would rub it in his face for days, if not weeks. "I fucking know Price…"

The captain and the lieutenant were able to mark a few points. This was, however, not enough. On that day, they discovered that the three sergeants were a menace when working together. In a way, their loss was worth it. Price caught himself feeling almost sorry for the enemies who would dare cross the path of these three together. Maybe one day, he should give them a mission together. For now, he has to endure, or appreciate, their over cheering on beating their superiors.

Soap and Gaz were holding Scotty on their shoulders. Her stamina and running endurance always amazed them and it had been their best asset. They cheered her as she tried to catch her breath. She had been pushing her limits but it was for a good cause. "Eat that Lieutenant!" She teased Ghost. The man rested his hands on his waist, unimpressed. "We should totally have bet something!"

"Like what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"We get to be captains for a day?" Soap laughed.

"I could let Price investigate the next fish nursery we go to." Gaz smirked.

"Fuck that would be amazing! Can you imagine bossing Ghost around?" Scotty had a huge smile on her lips. He frowned, his eyes silently telling her to be careful of her next choice of words.

"You three would go mad with power, yes." Price chimed in, shaking his head.

The two sergeants dropped Scotty who was still defying Ghost. "Would be great to tell you to keep up. Or tell you to fuck off when you are annoying."

"You just crossed a dangerous line, sergeant. I think someone needs to cool off." He knew she didn't mean the last part, she was trying to find a way to tick him off and it worked. He lifted her on his shoulder to everyone's surprise. Scotty yelped and told him to put her down. Which he did, once he reached the small pool that had been set for the party. He dropped her in like a rock. Not graceful at all. The water was cool, and it felt good, but the shock made her gasp once she resurfaced. Scotty grabbed on the edge and pushed herself back out. She was drenched.

"Ghost! Are you fucking serious!" She laughed.

With no one too close by he allowed himself to be a little more casual. "I warned you, love. Should have been careful with your words."

"Maybe I didn't want to."

"Oh I know exactly why you are acting like this, but you are not getting anything. Not while everyone is around. Watch your arse once we are alone though."

She bit her lips. Yes, this had been her goal, ever since he took off his hoodie for the game. Since she was his muscles flexing from the running around. But he was right, now wasn't exactly the best place to flirt around. Eventually, they spend the rest of the afternoon chilling around, drying off for her, eating and drinking. All in all, they were all having a good time.

The sun slowly started to set. Some Vaqueros bidded farewell to everyone as they headed back home. Some had setted tents in the fields and were slowly retiring for the night. A few people still up, lit small fire camps to keep warm. The sky let the stars pop one by one till they covered the dark color with millions. It was a beautiful sight. Price was the first one to call it night after some stargazing. Gaz and Soap followed not long after, both being half asleep by the time they walked to the room Alejandro gave them. Talking of which the man had been working and running all day, the calmness of the night finally caught onto him. He wished goodnight to everyone. Rudy left half an hour after. Scotty was left alone in the group. She looked over her shoulders where they had seen Ghost separating himself from everyone. He needed some time alone after so much interaction. He was laying down in a long chair, watching the sky.

Scotty wrapped herself in a blanket and walked to him. "Mind if I join you?"

Ghost turned his head slowly. "You will have to sit on the ground if you want."

She scoped the surroundings. Either people were too far to make out who they were in the dark or sleeping. "I'm sure if you move a little bit, we can share the chair. "

Ghost didn't have the time to say anything and she forced herself next to him. Even making sure the blanket would also wrap around him. He let out a groan. They squirmed a little bit before finding a comfortable position. The chair creaked under their weight, but held it together. They stayed in silence, stargazing a little longer.

"It's so beautiful." Scotty breathed. "It's sad that we miss such a view when living in the city."

"Yeah." Ghost replying. It felt like he had something else in mind, but preferred not to talk. His eyes glanced at Scotty who was absorbed by the stars. She looked at them with such softness and awe. Just like he was doing with her. He loved her when she would play rough and pretend to not be scared of him. But he loved her even more when she was like this, when she was herself. Someone who looks at the world with wonder and hope. With care. She turned her head and caught him staring at her. A soft smile drew on her face. She leaned closer to press a kiss on his covered nose.

"Enjoy the sky, you can look at me another day."

"I suppose I can let you order me this, captain." His arm that was around her, wrapped tighter as she giggled. They returned to stargazing in silence.

After four months together, Ghost was still struggling inside. He still couldn't quite understand why him and not someone else. Would he ever be enough? Does he really know how to love? So many questions that always faded away when he felt her close by. He didn't get actual answers to these questions, but he figured that whatever small gesture she made proved many things. Like now as she wrapped an arm around him and replaced herself to be half climbing on him.

"Don't fall asleep, love. That wouldn't be wise."

"I know. I'm just resting my eyes for a few minutes."

Ghost was watching the sky again till he heard it. Her soft breathing. The one she had when she was sleeping. He knew he should be waking her up, but he didn't have the heart to do so. Not when she looked so peaceful. His eyes were also heavy with tiredness. Maybe he could allow himself a five minutes as well.

The five minutes turned into hours. They never woke up at the same time throughout the night. Not wanting to wake up the others. Ghost woke up to her sleeping so deep she was half drooling on him. Scotty woke up to her hand softly raising with his chest. It would be a shame to disturb his peace. The warmth under the blanket contrasted with the cold, none of them dared an arm out and so never had the courage to eventually get up. They spend the night sleeping in what looked like the most uncomfortable long chair. They were used to weird places to sleep anyway.

Sun slowly lit the sky in the distance. The dark sky lit up, but not a ray of sun yet. Scotty nuzzled in his hoodie a little more, her embrace tightening. Ghost shifted in his sleep, keeping her close. The world around them had disappeared long ago and so had the worry of something more important.

Soap was the first one to emerge from his slumber with a pressing need for a bathroom stop. Through the window, he catched a glimpse of the quiet field. Sleep was still hanging on his eyes, he had to triple check that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. "You bastards." He whispered, a huge grin on his face and all his morning problems vanished. He was wide awake now. He turned on his heels, returned to the room to grab a sweater. Gaz heard the rustle and woke up. He watched him wondering what was going on.

"Can't you be a little quieter? It's way too early." Gaz whispered with a groan.

"Not when I'm fucking right!" He said back. Gaz frowned.

"Right about what?" Price's sleepy voice rose next to them. In his euphoria, Soap had forgotten to not wake up the captain. Him or Gaz figuring out that they were dating was one thing. The captain is another.

"Uh, nothing sir. Go back to sleep." He awkwardly slipped the sweater above his head and exited the room. Gaz and Price could have let go but obviously whatever put him in such a state at the dawn of the day should be worth checking. They silently made their way down and through the same window, Price noticed what Soap had seen.

"Oh."

Ghost was emerging from his sleep with sore muscles. His back was already hating him. With a groan, he turned his head to take his surroundings into account. Scotty was still sound asleep, always nuzzled in his chest. The sky was a little more boring now without the stars. Some birds started chipping. Price, Gaz and Soap were standing next to them… Wait! Ghost tensed up and jolted wide awake when he realized that. His jerked motion woke up Scotty who was facing back to the three men and was still unaware. "What's going on Simon?"

"Ain't it cute, she even calls him Simon." Soap grinned like a madman.

Scotty turned her head so fast, she thought she snapped her own neck. She tensed up just as much as Ghost. The Brit didn't give her the time to react more. He pushed her off him like she was on fire and she didn't blame him for that. The cold morning was a shock, but went almost unnoticed compared to being caught. She got up dusting off the dirt of her clothes. "That's not what you think!" She blurred out. All the heat migrated to her cheeks.

"The way you two were wrapped together, I think it's exactly what it is."

"I would say it was cute." Gaz chimed in.

"Shut the fuck up! It's nothing, you saw nothing!" The three sergeants got caught in a small playful fight over what just happened till Price cleared his throat. This brought them back to reality. Ghost had not spoken a word since. But his captain's eyes were on him. He couldn't quite make out what emotion he was feeling. He had known the man for long enough to guess that… he was probably disappointed he had not followed regulations. The atmosphere around the 141 felt heavy.

After a silence that seemed to last for an eternity, Price let out a sigh. He also has known Ghost for long enough that he felt a soft spot for him finally allowing himself to love. ‘‘Soap has been saying that you two might be dating. Is that true?’’ The proof had been right in front of him, but honestly how to bring such a touchy subject.

They could deny it or come clean. Four months they have been keeping it secret, this despite all the operations, missions. If it was really only this one slip up, and Soap, that made Price aware of their current relation, then they proved that they could remain professional. Never putting the life of the other above anything else. Scotty and Ghost glanced at each other. A silent statement that was enough for Price to not push the subject any further. ‘‘For now, you are not in trouble. But once we back to base, we need to have a talk.’’ He patted their shoulders before leaving to return to the house.

Scotty glared at Soap. A rare thing. It was obvious she was filled with rage at the moment. Even Gaz noticed and he wasn’t the target. ‘‘You really had to open that big mouth of yours!’’ She yelled, taking everyone by surprise. It echoed in the fields, hopefully not waking up anyone.

‘‘It was an accident. I didn’t think they would follow when they woke up.’’ He raised his hands in front of him.

‘‘Fuck you MacTavish! Like hell you couldn’t lie to them? Fuck!’’ She passed him, bumping into him without a care. Soap was about to go after her, but Ghost stopped him.

‘‘Trust me Johnny, let her cool off for now.’’ He said. But his eyes had the same annoyance that she had. Soap gulped. Maybe he did fucked up a little here.

The sun eventually rose completely. The rest of the Vaqueros woke up one by one. After the party, they were all taking it easy in the morning. Remaining in smaller groups, some leaving after packing their tents, but at least none had noticed the drama going on with the 141. Except for Alejandro and Rodolfo. They noticed her missing at the table for breakfast, along with the strange calmness of Soap with a touch of heaviness among everyone. They didn’t quite dare to ask what was wrong when Ghost dryly said that everything was fine. Scotty returned home a little before noon. She was polite to everyone around, however as soon as Soap approached, she snapped at him.

She thought that after a long walk and some running, she would have been able to cool off but the truth was she had not. Her mind was racing too much about the consequences of Price knowing about her relationship. When they all started this, they knew they were against the rules, they knew that if they ever got caught, it would mean trouble. Scotty sort of prepared herself in case it happened, but she never expected to happen so fast and so out of her control. She also blamed herself. If she had listened to Ghost about not closing her eyes last night. If she had been less stupid and got up in the middle of the night, none of this would have happened. Scotty slammed the door behind and sat on the porch of the house. It was a turmoil of emotions inside her head. She kept it together all morning but now, she felt like letting go. And she did. Silently letting the tears of rage roll down her cheeks. The door creaked behind her and someone took a seat next to her.

His eyes catched the reflection of the sun on the tears. She never once looked at him, either forwards or the opposite side. Soap took a deep breath. ‘‘I’m sorry Camille. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just…’’

‘‘You have been teasing for months now and were too happy to shove it in my face that you were right.’’

‘‘Yes, but no. When I saw you with Ghost this morning, it did felt like a small victory yes.’’ Her head snapped to him with a deathly glare. ‘‘Easy. I got a little too excited and accidently woke the captain and Gaz up. I should have diverted their attention to something else, I know. I’m sorry for involving them both.’’

Her features relaxed as his apologies did sound genuine. Her shoulders slacked as the tension left. Rage was replaced by worry and sadness. ‘‘I tease you only because you are my best friend and I'm glad to see Ghost with someone. You both deserve it, especially him. It’s nice to see someone love him."

A weak smile appeared on her lips. ‘‘Soap… I’m just scared that everything will change now.’’ She finally admitted. ‘‘I could lose everything that I have, just because I was stupid to fall in love with my superior. Being caught wasn’t only because I could lose Ghost, but also lose 141. I love the team, I don’t want to leave.’’

‘‘Don’t worry lass, I’m sure Price will be understanding. Hey, you guys fooled us for… how long now?’’

‘‘Four months.’’

‘‘No fucking way? That long! So…wait… I was right then! Something did happen during that mission in Siberia!’’ Scotty punched him on the shoulder. ‘‘Ok ok, this aside, you proved that you two can still work as if nothing happened. It will be fine and I'll keep annoying you while we get the baddies." He opened his arm for a hug, which she accepted leaning against him.

"Thanks Johnny. But don't think it's over." They laughed and stayed like this for a few minutes till she got up. Soap stayed outside, allowing her some time to process everything. Although not even a minute later the door opened, Ghost came out first, followed by her. The Scotsman didn't have the time to say a word. Ghost grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, forcing him back on his feet. Scotty quickly pulled him by the legs, making him fall head first on the porch. Ghost reacted faster, grabbing him under the shoulders. Soap didn't put up much of a fight. Whatever they had planned, he deserved it. At first he thought they would dunk him in the pool. Wouldn't be that bad. But they passed it, heading for something behind it. A mud puddle.

"Oi! Wait no! I don't even have spare clothes!" He started to jerk to free himself.

"Lie. You will be fine. Ghost, on three." They even took the time to swing him for more impact. He hit the mud, face first and flat. He groaned as he quickly wiped the mud away.

"Happy?" He smiled.

"It's a start." Ghost replied.

******

They returned to base the next day. The trip didn't feel that awkward but there was a lingering feeling of it. Of course as soon as the plane landed, Price told them he would be waiting for them in his office. They could unpack, unwind from the trip, but they had to put things clear today. A million scenarios had gone through her mind since they found out about them. And most of them revolved around a bad outcome. How could they ever hope to have a good ending with this?

They sat there in front of him waiting for the judgment. Price was pinching the bridge of his nose, face resting in his hands. How to bring the subject? How to process this situation in a way that would make everyone happy? Laswell had to be informed of this as the head of the task force. Or at least the main liaison. It would take a lot of convincing on his side for this part. For now he needed to know where things were going. "How long?" He finally asked after his mind made a choice.

"Four months, sir." Scotty weakly admitted. Price looked at them quite surprised by this. He thought it was something recent, a few days or weeks old. That was some information he wasn’t aware of and he had to think about it. His mind took in consideration all that happened in the last months. The missions, the down time… He never suspected a thing! Well yes, he had seen that they had been acting differently than when she first joined, but he thought it was because they were getting along, like she did with Gaz and Soap. The captain shifted in his seat.

"I'm impressed. Not that you kept it secret, but that it never reflected in your work."

"Captain..." She interrupted. Price raised his hand to tell her to not.

"However, you know the rules. This is not acceptable. If Scotty had not been a permanent part of the 141, maybe I could have turned a blind eye."

She gulped, her eyes slowly lowering to her knees, too upset to even look at Price in the eyes. Was she really about to lose everything and go back to her old PMC? Probably. And how to keep a long distance relationship with jobs who barely give free time on top of dating someone who was slowly learning to date. No offense to Ghost. Her body screamed to stand up and accept this faith, yet she remained sitting patiently waiting for the rest in agony. “Should I also mention the conflict of interest about your ranks? This is my main concern.”

The captain shifted back in his seat with a more relaxed position. He smacked his lips. "You know lads, I should really do more than that, but… I'll let you go with a warning. And make me a promise; never let these feelings get in the way of the job.”

Scotty and Ghost looked at each other, the same expression of astoundment. What was going on? “No consequences?" Ghost asked.

"I might not look like it but I'm a big softie."

"That sounds like bullshit." Scotty smiled. Price frowned at her with the same playful smile.

"Don't make smartass comments that will get you in trouble, lass. I still can get you for that. Scotty, you are dismissed. Ghost, I still want to talk.”

The sergeant nodded and made her way out silently. To say that all her worries were gone would be a lie. What Price had to talk with Ghost? She would also tell Soap and Gaz about the verdict. Speaking of them, she found them in the barracks, still taking it easy from the trip back. When they saw her in the door frame, they stopped what they were doing and waited for her to speak up. On her way there, she debated if she should lie to them to see their face or not, but felt that it would be too mean. Even if Soap deserved it. “Sadly…” She started but was cut short by the Scostman.

“No, Price kicked you out of the task force?” He sounded genuinely worried. Scotty chuckled, which confused him.

“Sadly, I’ll still be stuck with you till I do something worse than dating Lt I guess.”

Soap’s muscles relaxed instantly. “Why would you start your sentence like this, you idiot.”

“So, it’s official you and Ghost uh?” Gaz crossed his arms on his chest. He had a grin on his face. “Never expected him to be soft.”

Scotty simply shrugged this, she wasn’t the one to speak for Ghost. Soap wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. “Alright Scotty, time to be honest with me now. I’m your best friend right, so you can share everything.” Oh, she didn’t like how this was going. “Four months ago, back in Siberia… Did you and Ghost… you know had more than a kiss?”

“No but really, you son of bitch!” Scotty groaned in French. “You're never gonna let go of this! Even if something happened, I’m not telling shit. Keep going this way MacTavish and next time you need help for extraction, I’ll give my mags to the enemies.”

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While Scotty was dealing with the other two, Ghost stayed in the office with Price. The captain gave a soft smile to his lieutenant. He had known Ghost for a while now, he knew the man probably as good as himself. He had changed a lot since Price formed the 141. Ghost was still a master in solo ops and of course given the choice would rather like to operate alone, but he had warmed up to the idea of teamwork. Even allowing some friendship to grow. However, to the point of letting someone in his life? To have loved one? Price never saw this coming. Not that he thought he wasn’t incapable of love, far from it. It simply didn’t seem like him.

Ghost wasn’t the nervous type. He had been in control of himself since they got caught, beside his reaction of pushing Scotty away. So why was he feeling his palm sweating and his breath itching? Price hadn’t said a word yet. What does he want to talk about? Should he be the first one to speak up? Might as well if the captain wasn’t going to say a thing. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Do you really know why I let this go, Simon? Because everyone deserves a little bit of love and I’m glad you found it, lad. It would be mean of me to take it away from you.”

“Much appreciate it, Price.”

The captain dismissed him finally. Ghost had the hand on the handle, when another question came out. “How did she do it? How did she get through your ‘cold heart’?” The last word is almost spoken in a joking manner.

Ghost opened the door, looked over his shoulder and simply replied. “She just did.”

#cod fanfic #call of duty #cod oc #series: wie goed doet goed ontmoet #oc:camille scotty moreau #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x scotty

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Ahem.. Christmas smut with a hot shark lady, anyone? 👀 Wrote this as a Christmas gift for my dearest @demonofpuns ❤️Pirate Captain Sal AU with about 3.5k words of almost pure smut 😂I do hope some of you will enjoy! 😌 ***

Your heart was beating harder than it ever had. So hard you could feel it in your throat - thumping there loudly. Beating with anticipation, with excitement. The pink flush across your cheeks growing even deeper as you tied the final knot around Sal’s wrist and leaned back to look at her.

Merry Christmas to me.

She was gorgeous. Stunning. A nautical masterpiece literally at your mercy.

Well, sort of. You knew she could easily break her restraints if she really wanted to. But she had requested this as her gift - asked it of you - given you her trust as a Captain and you her first mate. And you weren't going to let her down.

Not that you had any desire to anyways. While, yes, you were predominantly a bottom - a brat, as it was - the chance to have Sal in such a position, under you, was one you couldn't imagine ever saying no to. Especially with how hard she already was. With how absolutely divine she looked. Her arms bound carefully above her head with the chiseled landscape of her laid out before you.

Why, it was enough to make you wet. And it did. Already soaked straight through your panties that you still wore when you sauntered back over to stand in front of her, teasingly.

“Aye.. enjoyin’ tha view?”

You smirked. “Mhm.. very much.”

Sal chuckled, the muscles in her abdomen flexing ever so slightly as she did.

Gods, she was so fucking hot. And the soft black rope you'd used to restrain her wrists looked absolutely stunning against the grayscape of her skin. Skin that was speckled beautifully with a pink hue that was only growing deeper by the second.

“You're fucking gorgeous, Sal.”

Her cheeks warmed brilliantly at the abrupt compliment - face encased softly in a curtain of inky black hair.

“Oi, hush.”

“Hm.. no, I don't think I will. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, is there?” You teased, leaning down.

Sal only shook her head, chuckling.

“That's right. So, be a good girl.. Captain.. and take it.”

Your smirk only growing wider at the look she gave you. Shark-li teeth pressing into the top part of her bottom lip and a subtle twitch to her cock.

Fuck, it was beautiful - the effect being praised had on her. There were few things in life hotter than a rough and tumble Pirate Captain who melted at being called ‘good’. And then when you added Sal herself into that mix.. well, the effects were.. intoxicating.. to say the least.

“Yer not playin’ fair, luv.”

‘I don't recall ever saying I would.”

“Cud make yer swab tha deck fer this, yer know?”

You shrugged, smirking. “Worth it.”

You moved a little closer and her cock twitched again, betraying the level of her neediness. The flush that started at her pointed ears and made its way deliciously down the length of her - painting her body in a deep crimson - grew a little darker. Still, you kept your panties intact as you straddled her hips.

Not yet, Captain.

Though you couldn't help the tiny whimper that fell when your clit pressed down firmly against her womanhood through the thin, soaked fabric. And then again when you ground down onto it. Fuck, she was hard.. so, so hard-

You took a deep breath to regain your focus.

You had a plan. Worship first. Make her as needy as absolutely possible while indulging every inch of her. Worship her like the sea goddess that she was. Then you could indulge her.

So, needless to say, you paid her no mind when she whimpered in turn wanting more, her cock already pulsing with need beneath you. Instead you leaned in, lowering the top part of your body slowly onto hers before allowing the weight of you to add even more pressure between the space that you straddled.

“Luv..”

“Shhhh..”

You placed your lips against the pulse point on Sal’s neck and felt her swallow. Your tongue sucking over it only for a moment before a kiss quickly took its place. Soon those kisses were peppering their way down the side of it only to stop just short of her collar bone. Every inch of her was toned - taut - ready for you. Even more so when she pulled on her restraints in want, forcing a creak from the old wooden headboard they were bound to.

Another swirl of your tongue at the crook of her neck before your lips continued their journey down the landscape of her. Stopping every so often to bite or nibble - lick or suck. Loving the small sounds that every small act pulled from her - especially when the warmth of your mouth found her nipple and quickly enveloped it. A smooth roll of your hips added in and she was moaning almost breathlessly in your ear.

“L-luv-”

“Let me take care of you, Sal.”

Your words were murmured - muffled - pushing air across her already erect nipples and making them even harder.

But you didn't stop there. Sucking over them eagerly as you rolled your hips again - this time forcing a hard pull against the soft black rope. Her cock throbbing hard against your clit, begging for release and coating your panties in her own desire. Gods, it was delicious. How needy you had her, how gorgeous she looked dressed in nothing but her want for you. It was intoxicating - like a drug, a supreme high - charging your body with an almost raw current.

Another roll of your hips.. your teeth grazing over her nipples before bringing your lips to her sternum and continuing your journey. Her toned abs twitching under your soft kisses, under your warm tongue that occasionally sucked over them.

“You're fucking divine, Sal. You know that?”

Your gaze looked up at her just in time to catch her blush grow even deeper.

“H-hush.”

“Make me.”

You smirked before kissing around her happy trail, rolling your hips once again.

And that's when you heard it. Cutting through the quiet winter night like a strike of lightning. Like a storm across the sea. A satisfying rip as Sal broke free from her restraints - a look of utterly feral need blazing within her eyes.

Fuck. You were done for.

Before you could even make any sort of move, make any sort of objection, Sal had you on all fours - fingers coming to the hem of your panties just prior to swiftly tearing them from your body.

For a moment, though, everything stopped - complete silence from the Pirate Captain until a boisterous laugh spilled out from her. You’d almost completely forgotten about the new toy you’d adorned yourself with earlier and shook your ass teasingly, allowing the small fish tail on the end of your buttplug to waggle.

“Heh.. an’ here I though’ I'd nevah find meself a mermaid.”

“A ‘merperson’, you mean.” You corrected her, tongue sticking out slightly.

She nodded. “Even bettah.”

Sal gave you a single, firm smack against your ass and then lined the tip of her womanhood up against your entrance. One hand between your shoulder blades, holding your body down with your hands - while the other guided the width of her into you. Both of you practically dripping as she slowly began to slide herself into your core, the immediate stretch making you moan.

“Heh.. now who's needy?”

Sal chuckled - maybe at the table’s being turned, or the fish tail that still sat perfectly in your ass - either way, it only lasted for a breath before she thrusted herself back into you, forcing the toy in your ass just far enough in to make it feel good.

“F-fuck.”

She'd only just started and you could already feel your need dripping down your inner thighs, worked up from just the simple act of worshiping her. And how could you not be? Truly? You knew the view Sal had just given you was not one that many had gotten to experience - if any - and it was more than a treat to have her trust in such a way. A fact itself would usually have you practically dripping. Let alone this. Let alone having had her perfect body beneath you for as long as you did - knowing that she trusted you to take care of it. Take care of her. Like no one else ever had.

You remembered how she hesitated when she came to visit you last week in the kitchens. A slight flush to her cheeks as she played idly with the hem of her shirt. You'd never seen that of her prior - being so vulnerable, yet so open about what she wanted. She’d barely had the chance to finish asking you before you'd let out an exuberant “Fuckin’ right I can-!” Her chuckle in response and the way she nervously rubbed the back of her neck - as if there was even a slight chance that you'd say no - had warmed your heart in a way that you had never expected.

It was beautiful. This - her - was beautiful. So incredibly stunning.

But now she had exactly where she wanted you. With your face pressed down into her mattress and your mind filled with bliss. Your core clenching around the width of her as she teased you - denied you.

“Aye.. now yer gonna stay an’ warm tha’ fer me. Fer as long as I want yer to.”

Her breath was hot against your ear as you whimpered.

“Mmph- .. yes, Captain.”

Another smack to your backside and all you could do was moan, the act causing both her cock and the toy inside your ass to move oh so pleasurably inside you. Making you want more.. forcing you to squirm against the iron grip that she had you in.

“I sed stay.” She growled. This time there was venom to the Captain’s words. You'd had your turn at riling her up, and now it was hers. And just like you had said to her, you were going to stay there - and take it.

You whimpered pathetically in response - legs trembling, core aching, the width of her throbbing deep inside you. You knew she wanted you just as badly - that the famed pirate wouldn’t be able to hold out forever - but for now Sal’s reserve continued to outwin her need. Even when you did your best to force your hips back into her - an act that you were certain would likely be in vain - but with your level of need and the brattiness that dusted it, your brain was fogged over to the point where you no longer cared.

“Please, Sal! Please.” You whined, you begged. Tears building at the corners of your eyes and your body coated in a deep flush.

A single thrust, that's all you got. Just enough to pool more juices to your core and make you cry out.

“Fuck-” You whined, your legs trembling even harder. “Fucking please.”

Honestly, you were a little impressed at how well she was still able to hold back. You could feel how hard she was by this point. How profoundly her cock throbbed inside you. Her once steady breaths growing more hitched by the second. Another single thrust only this time she moaned, body shuddering above you as she slammed the full length of herself into your core.

A silent cry into the night followed by an easy exhale as you felt her hold on you finally loosen, your arms dropping to your sides once both of Sal’s hands came to your hips - her stance shifting slightly behind you.

And just like that, the Pirate Captain’s reserve faltered. The only sounds to be heard next were the delicious sounds of flesh against flesh. Of heated desire against firm skin as your juices coated Sal’s lower abs with each eager thrust.

“Mmph.. y-yes.. don't stop. Please don't stop.”

She growled - feral, unhinged. The pace in which she fucked you now relentless, stretching your core with every exquisite pump. Your fingers clawing into her bed sheets as you elongated your hips back even further, giving her unhindered access to your dripping hole - wanting it to be used as nothing more. To be absolutely filled with her desire until it was trickling down both of your legs.

And you knew Sal would make good on that want. She always had. She'd never left you anything but completely satisfied and this time would be no different.

Though you could tell she wouldn't last too much longer, every pump bringing a heavy twitch to her cock and pulling the most erotic sounds from her body. Moans and breathless whimpers. Her nails sinking into the supple flesh of your thighs as she drove herself into you over and over again. Your own pleasure building uncontrolled like a white fire - prickling and hot and on the verge of completely engulfing you.

Until it did. Until there was nothing left but the juices that spilled from your core and Sal’s own desire pumping into you. Your voices a mere chorus of screams as the pirate pushed you both past the brink of absolute pleasure - bodies shuddering as you fell breathless to the now soaked mattress below you.

The moments between your last orgasm and the feeling of emptiness as Sal finally slid out of you were barely more than a blur. Completely blissed out as she removed the toy from your ass and laid you on your side so she could spoon you from behind. Strong, safe arms coming to wrap around your torso as she pulled you close against herself.

“Fucking.. hells, Sal.”

She chuckled, a breath of warm air blowing through your sweat-dampened hair.

“Aye.. yer okay? Need water?”

“Mmh.. in a minute. For now.. I just need this.”

Your breath slowly came back to normal as you cuddled into her, making her chuckle again.

“Heh.. a’ight.”

The familiar scent of sea spray and cinnamon encased you as a soft kiss came to the back of your neck, making you shiver. Sal's firm body behind you, holding you in a way that made you feel completely safe from everything. From all the bad things the world had to offer. From all the hateful stares of the people that never understood you. She was your beacon, your lighthouse in the storm. Always calling you home.

“... Sal?”

“Mh?”

“You know I love you, right?”

Her brief pause made you more than certain Sal's cheeks were likely warming once again.

“Aye… luv yer too.” She replied, pulling you a little closer into her large frame. But before she could settle in too comfortably, you turned in her arms so you could face her. Your arms wrapping securely around the width of her rib cage.

“Good.” You smirked, kissing the bottom of her chin. “Just like you.”

“Oi.. hush. Hadn't had enuf?”

“Of you? Is there such a thing?”

Sal only chuckled but you could see the pink hue readily returning to her cheeks. You nuzzled your head under her chin and pulled her flush against you. The beat of her heart as strong and steady as she was. The heat of her body as calm and warm as she made you feel. She sighed contently and wrapped her arms even more firmly around you. You were so close - but yet, not close enough. Your outer leg coming to wrap around her hips and her thigh moving to lay between them.

“Cud stay like thi’ forever.” Sal whispered.

“Mmh.. say less.” You replied, smiling widely as you kissed her collar bone.

“Heh.”

She placed a kiss to the top of your head and you snuggled in even more, leaving not a breath of space between the two of you. The next soft kiss to her collar bone pulled the smallest of noises from Sal’s throat, immediately bringing a pulse to your core. You moved your hips slightly against her, an act that only pushed her thigh further into you, making your breath hitch ever so slightly.

It was crazy how easily she could affect you. How just being in such close proximity made you needy all over again. And you knew she was likely tired.. But.. still… It was worth a shot.

You placed another kiss to the base of her neck and sucked at the skin of it gently - just enough to cause a slight jerk to her body and a sharp inhale across the top of your hair. The next kiss brought out the tiniest moan. And the next, a firmness between her legs that you were all too familiar with.

“Sal.” You said softly, causing her to lean back and look at you. Eyes shimmered in want and all the ways that she adored you.

You didn't have to say anything else as Sal took your queue and laid you onto your back without releasing you from her embrace. A soft smirk curling at the corners of her lips before they came crashing into yours, kissing you deeply - profoundly. Soft and gentle and such a stark contrast to her energy before.

Both sets of eyes half lidded as you kept your gaze on each other, completely lost in the moment. Tongues dancing in a minuet - warm and languid and steadily building the desire between you. Re-stoking the fire that had never fully died out. Bodies nude and wrapped in nothing but each other as she spread your legs, your arousal immediately evident.

The way she kissed you, as if you were her last breath, as if she pulled away for even a moment she would perish - right then and there.

There were no words to be spoken between you, no thoughts to be had. Just the sound of your bodies and hearts moving as one as Sal slid herself back into you, cock hard and already throbbing. You moaned into her lips, whimpering when she nibbled softly on your bottom one. The length of her sliding indulgently in and out of you, hitting exactly where you needed it with each deep grind that she gifted you.

It was perfect. Fuck, she was perfect. Hard when you wanted it, soft when it counted. Giving your body, heart, and soul exactly what you needed each and every time.

You began to move your hips in tangent, legs wrapped around her, lazily draped over Sal’s backside. Each pump more delicious than the last, each thrust more exquisite - building your peak with nothing but slow, absolute precision. Equally soft caresses indulging every inch of you, her strong hands never seeming to leave your body - claiming your flesh as her lips claimed your own. The world around you almost non-existent as the two of you moved as one - Sal's firm muscles flexing with each subtle movement. With every stretch to your core.

You felt as if you were on the edge of orgasm from the minute she entered you, and if it weren't for the extremely slow pace in which she took you, you likely would have came already. But Sal knew exactly what she was doing, building you up closer and closer, inch by inch. Her adoring praises practically imprinted into your lips by the time you felt her cock start to twitch inside you yet again.

“Come with me, Sal.”

Less of an order than a plea, but she only nodded - kissing you even deeper. Claiming you fully while her hips picked up their pace. Every muscle in her body taut, tense - the length of her driving into you at full speed.

“Mmph- .. y-yes .. so good.”

Whimpered words falling off your tongue like a prayer - only for a moment before your orgasm quickly took you. Rolling over your body like tepid water and washing you in bliss. Sal's own desire filling you once again as her body shuddered, your juices re-soaking the bed sheets below you until she fell absolutely breathless on top of you.

And even though you were completely and utterly wrecked, you still whined when she finally slid out of you, your core entirely too empty as aftershocks forced it to clench around nothing. She chuckled between shuddered breaths as she came to lie next to you once again.

Only this time her eyes were closed, a look of serene calm playing across her features. The ebb and flow of her breath a constant current like the waves that carried your ship. You smiled softly to yourself and rolled over fully on your side to face her.

“You're beautiful, you know that?”

“Oi.. hush.”

A sliver of glow shot in your direction as Sal just barely opened her eyes to look at you, the warmth within them bringing an instant flush to your cheeks.

“Hmm.. no.”

She chuckled at your response and shook her head, strong arms reaching out before they pulled you close against her chest.

“An’ here I though’ I tired yer out.”

She pulled you closer still and you snuggled in.

“Bold of you to assume I'd ever be too spent to praise you, Sal.”

“Heh.”

You let your smirk linger on your lips as you pressed them gently to the side of her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Captain.”

You let a single content and quickly snuggled back into her. The steady melody of Sal’s breath slowly lulling you off as the soft rock of the ocean pulled the both of you into a deep, blissful sleep.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

#resident evil village #theo writes #demononpuns #genderbent sal #genderbent sal x nb!reader #pirate au #christmas smut #one hole-ly night #ummm #this was hot to write #not gonna lie #one of the few times i actually got turned on while writing #ahem #re8 fics #re8 fanfiction #sally moreau #classyfruit oc

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ghostgirlvii-art · 5 months

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Back on my meme bullshit with something I found in IG 😂 I love making these random memes... You know instead of making actual good art with them lol

Inspiration under the cut

#ggvii art #call of duty #cod oc #simon ghost riley #camille scotty moreau #original character #meme #ghost x oc

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niceminipotato · 10 months

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Hello, before I head to bed I wanted to bring the potatoes the newest update. Chapter 8 of Failing Grace is now up. As always the link is below. Enjoy 🥹

Summary: Subject 19-04, yet another failed experiment in Mother Miranda’s search to find a suitable vessel for Eva, her deceased daughter. 19-04 is used to tests and trials of any nature, some more gruesome than the last. However, she has reached the end of the line. Once you are dubbed a failure you are disposed of as one. What happens when Mother Miranda decides to leave the useless subject in the hands of the illustrious Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and her three fearsome daughters? Will this castle be where 19-04 meets her end? Or will she finally get her life back?

#re8 alcina #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x oc #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau

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Touch Of Leather (Pam Swynford de Beaufort x OC)

Summary: A slow night at Fangtasia equals boredom for Pam, and Pam hates to be bored.

Word Count: 302

Warnings: Foreplay, ass grabbing, blood drinking

It had been one of their slower nights, middle of the week slump or whatever, and while Pam was still on duty, Jade got to take it easy, picking a spot against the wall to lean against. Naturally, her eyes kept drifting back to Pam in that red leather dress. When the last patron had finally gone, Pam wasted no time in slamming the door on their ass on locking the place up.

In an instant Pam was in front of her, one hand on the wall just over Jade's shoulder. “You’ve been standing around eye fucking me all night. Are you going to do something about it?”

“Have I,” Jade played, the mischief ever so clearly dancing in her eyes.

“You know damn well,” Pam growled, not in the mood for her games. It had been a boring night, and she hated being bored. Pam's knee came up to rest on the wall, effectively trapping Jade from both sides now. "You do not want to test me today."

"No, I really don’t, but I do want you out of that dress."

"Now we’re talkin'." Pam moved even closer, and Jade put a hand on her ass, pulling her flush up against her. "Not sure you’ve earned that privilege," Pam said, using the advantage of her speed to move Jade's hands before she could protest. She now held Jade's wrists together above her head.

"Guess this is what I get for staring," Jade teased.

Pam hummed her agreement. "Dinner first, dessert later." With that, Pam sunk her teeth into Jade's neck, eliciting a moan from her. Her grip on Jade's wrists relaxed as she drank, and her fingers even intertwined with Jade's, a surprisingly tender act for Pam, and one Jade was not about to mention for fear of losing the moment.

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#kinktober 2023 #oc: jade moreau #fc: danielle rose russell #fd: true blood #jade x pam #pam swynford de beaufort #pam swynford de beaufort x oc #true blood

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azne09 · 4 months

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Satul Umbrelor

Author’s note : This text is an alternative version of the village of shadow’s fairytale from the prologue and epilogue of the game. This version is centered on the original characters of a fan fiction I’m working on. Please feel free to remark any spelling mistakes and typos ! English isn’t my first language.

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Once upon a time, there was a brother and a sister who lived in a very small house with their sick mother. The little brother was brave and dauntless, with innocent eyes blue as clear as the summer sky. But he never listened to his sister’s commands and always did as he pleased.

The older sister was kind and patient, with beautiful red hair as bright as the oven fire. But she always scolded her brother and was sure that she was always right about everything.

One day, the little brother decided to go into the woods with his friends to search for berries. Before he left the house, his sister warned him :

“Listen to me and be careful ! Do not wander too close to the dark forest ! Or else, you will get lost, and the Enchantress of the Village of Shadows will eat you !”

The brother didn’t care to listen, and went into the woods happily chanting. After searching and searching through the bushes, his friends rejoiced with their baskets full. But the little boy’s basket, however, was empty.

After his friends went back home to show their mothers the fruits of their picking, the little boy was left all alone in the woods, upset. Sitting on a tree trunk, he threw rocks on the ground while cursing the bushes for not giving him any berries.

Suddenly, a black raven flew over his head and landed on a branch.

“Croaak croaak !” says the raven. “Come to the Village of Shadows, little boy ! You will find loads of berries in every bush ! The most delicious ones you will ever find !”

Ignoring his sister’s warning, the little boy jumped back on his feet and followed the raven down to the dark forest’s entrance.

Meanwhile, at home, the older sister waited for her brother to come back. The clock was ticking fast, and soon the night would fall outside. So, the sister decided to search for him herself, and went into the woods.

After calling his name in vain, a snake hissed at her to come closer.

“Psssss psssss !” says the snake. “Be quick, be quick dear girl ! Your brother hassssssss gone to the dark foressssssst ! You must hurry to ssssssave him, else the Enchantressssssss will eat him ! Be quick, be quick !”

Horrified, the sister thanked the snake and hurried into the dark forest. As she walked through a path of crooked trees and twisted thorns, the girl continued to call for her brother. She called his name again and again, until her throat went dry.

She stopped by an arch of trees, and opened her water bottle. But at that moment, three little bats crawled from the branches of the trees and pleaded :

“Oh please, generous girl, let us drink with you ! We are so thirsty, we do not even have the strength to fly anymore !”

So, the young girl poured the water in her hands, and allowed the three bats to drink until the last drop. Their little stomachs full again, the bats flew around in joy.

Suddenly, a voice called out to the girl, and the King of Bats appeared.

“Forgive me for intruding on your forest sir,” the girl said with a bow. “I am searching for my brother. Please, have you seen him ?”

“Alas, dear girl, I have not seen him.” the King said “But I shall reward your generosity with a gift. Come, dear girl, quench your thirst.”

The three bats gave her a silver cup, and the King of Bats bit his right wing to pour some of his blood. The girl smiled, drank the sweet blood from the cup, and thanked the King and his subjects.

After leaving the forest, she ended up roaming around an abandoned cemetery, covered by a freezing fog. As she walked across the tombs, shaking in her poorly stitched dress, she heard the sound of snobs. Frightened at first, the girl continued to walk until she found a garden of weeping flowers.

“Oh please, compassionate girl, pick us up and put us on those poor soul’s tombs ! We wish to keep them company until our last petals drop, so they do not feel lonely anymore !”

So, the young girl picked up the flowers one by one, mixing them together to create colorful bouquets, and carefully laid them down on top of every grave.

Suddenly, the wind began to blow, and a Dark Weaver appeared.

“Forgive me for intruding your graveyard sir” the girl said with a bow. “I am searching for my brother. Please, have you seen him ?”

“Alas, dear girl, I have not seen him.” the Weaver said “But I shall reward your compassion with a gift. Come, dear girl, warm yourself up.”

In a blink of an eye, the Dark Weaver turned the fog into a beautiful gown, embellished with colorful flowers. The girl smiled, twirled around joyfully, and thanked the Dark Weaver and the flowers.

Still looking for her brother, the girl embarked on a little boat to cross a perilous lake. Her stomach growled as she watched the fishes jumping across the waves, before a shark appeared on the surface. The girl screamed at first, before noticing that the shark's fin was bleeding.

“Oh please, merciful girl, heal my wound ! It is so painful, I barely even have the strength to swim anymore !”

The girl waved at the shark to come closer, and tore a piece of her precious dress apart to wrap it around the wound as a bandage. Feeling much better, the shark swam around, joyfully splashing some water on the girl who laughed along.

Suddenly, the waves began to rise higher and higher, and the Fish King appeared.

“Forgive me for intruding on your lake sir.” the girl said with a bow. “I am searching for my brother. Please, have you seen him ?”

“Alas, dear girl, I have not seen him” says the King. “But I shall reward your mercy with a gift. Come, dear girl, fill up your stomach.”

The King gave her two of his scales, one warm and salty, one fresh and sweet. The girl smiled, satisfied her hunger, and thanked the Fish King and the shark.

Once she reached the shore, the girl ended up in a kingdom made of steel. Two wolves soldiers were guarding the entrance in their armors, but they both were asleep.

And as the girl advanced, she found out that the entire kingdom was asleep and that every gear was still, covered in dust and webs, rusting and rotting.

A little wolf cub howled at her, and took her to the kingdom’s castle. Inside, the wolf cub guided the girl until they stopped in front of a rusty statue in the shape of a horse.

“Oh please, gracious girl, lift the curse of our kingdom ! Since its heart has stopped, time has stopped as well !”

“But how does one lift such a curse ? How can I make its heart beat ?” The girl asked herself out loud.

With only one idea in mind, she placed a gentle kiss on top of the statue’s head, and all the rust and dust vanished away.

The mechanical heart started beating again, the gears began to turn, and the wolves howled in joy as they awakened from their slumber. The kingdom regained its shining golden colors, and the people celebrated their freedom.

Suddenly, the statue turned into an Iron Steed, adorned with gold, and spoke to the girl :

“Thank you, dear girl. Only a kiss can make one’s heart beat. The curse is broken, and I shall reward your graciousness with a gift.”

The Iron Steed bowed its head before her, allowing her to take the golden crown on its head. The girl smiled, put the crown on her head, and thanked the Steed and the wolves. Then yet again, she asked her question :

“I am searching for my brother. Please, have you seen him ?”

“I know where you can find him” The Steed told her. “I will take you to the waterfall behind which the Enchantress lives, but I will not go any further.”

Overjoyed, the young girl hugged the Steed, climbed on its back, and galloped away to the Enchantress’s domain. Soon they reached a waterfall of night sky, with stars falling down from the sky.

The young girl got off the Iron Steed’s back, thanked it once again, and passed through the black waterfall under the mocking sneers of ravens. She walked and walked into the unknown, crying out her brother’s name.

Suddenly, a light appeared, and the darkness swirled around it like a storm. In a magical cloud of stars, The Enchantress appeared before the young girl’s eyes, maleficent, yet magnificent.

“Oh please, lady of shadows,” pleaded the young girl “set my brother free ! He is just a boy and he is so little, he doesn’t know any better !”

The Enchantress spoke with a cruel voice.

“The more you get, the more you crave. If you have nothing to offer me then I have nothing to give you back !”

The girl offered her the golden crown that the Iron Steed had given her. But the Enchantress only laughed.

“Foolish girl ! I am queen of this village ! All the crowns and the jewels, let it be made of gold, silver, or bronze, are already mine !”

So instead, the girl offered her a piece of the fresh and sweet scale that the Fish King had given her. But the Enchantress simply laughed again.

“Foolish girl ! I am queen of this village ! All the fishes of the lake, whether big or small, from their bones to their scales, are already mine !”

With a gulp, the girl offered her the flowers of the dress that the Dark Weaver had given her. But yet again, the Enchantress mocked her.

“Foolish girl ! I am queen of this village ! Every flower of the land, blooming or not, from their stem to their petals, are already mine !”

Desesprate, the girl offered her the few drops of blood left from the cup the King of Bats had given her. And all she received was, once again, the Enchantress’s vicious laugh.

“Foolish girl ! I am queen of this village ! My subjects, from their hair to their blood, and their souls, are already mine !”

Appalled by her wickedness, the young girl begged the Enchantress in the name of everything good in the world. But her heart was as black as the starless night, and made of nothing but coldness but evilness.

So, with tears in her eyes, the young girl offered her all she had left. With a sharp raven’s feather, she cut off her beautiful red hair, and gave it to the Enchantress.

Surprised by her determination, the Enchantress did not laugh. She observed the gorgeous red hair carefully, before breaking the silence with her words :

“Very well, foolish girl. I shall reward your perseverance with a gift : I will set your brother free, and you shall take him back home with you. However, if you dare take one single glance behind before reaching the exit, then his soul will remain in my village forever !”

The girl nodded her head, and the darkness twirled around the star once more like a storm. The Enchantress vanished, and the little brother appeared frightening the ravens away with a wooden sword. He ran into his sister’s arms, crying tears of joy, as she held him tight against her heart.

“Oh dear sister, please forgive me !” he cried out “I promise that I will always listen to you, and that I will always be very careful ! I love you more than anything in the world !”

“I love you too, sweet brother. Let us go back home to mother ! But whatever you do, do not look behind you !”

Hand in hand, the brother and the sister passed through the dark waterfall, and began their journey back to their home. As they walked through the Kingdom made of steel, the Iron Steed and the wolves howled :

“Be quick, be quick, gracious girl ! But do not look behind you !”

Then, they embarked on the boat to cross the perilous lake. And as they navigated, the Fish King and the sharks rose the surface to say :

“Be quick, be quick, merciful girl ! But do not look behind you !”

Once they reached the shore, the sister took her brother’s hand and led him across the cold graveyard. And as they walked through the fog, the Dark Weaver and the flowers whispered :

“Be quick, be quick compassionate girl ! But do not look behind you !”

Finally, they reached the dark forest and began running towards the sunrise’s light ahead of them. As they ran through the crooked trees, the King of Bats and his subjects chanted :

“Be quick, be quick generous girl ! But do not look behind you !”

But suddenly, the young girl tripped and fell over a thorn. And her little brother, who loved her more than anything in the world, looked behind to help his sister back up.

Disaster ! Suddenly an immense flock of ravens flew across the trees, and the voice of the Enchantress filled the entire forest like a piercing thunder :

“Reckless boy who nevers listens ! Now, your soul belongs to me ! You will never leave this village, never !”

Taking one last chance to save him, the young girl pushed her brother into the light, sacrificing her soul, as a wave of black feather swallowed her whole.

The boy cried out his sister’s name, but it was already too late. The crooked trees of the forest fell down, blocking the entrance to the village, forever.

Realizing only now what he had done, the poor boy fell to his knees and cried. The snake appeared once again, and rested its head against him as it hissed :

“Unfortunate boy. It isssss because you loved your sister sssso much, and because she too loved you more than anything in the world, that you have lossssst her forever.”

So, the little boy went back home alone, with an empty basket and an empty heart. And as he grew up into a tall strong man, he taught his children and his grandchildren to be generous, compassionate, merciful and gracious.

But also to always listen to their parents and their elder brothers and sisters. And to never ever wander close to the dark forest. Or else the evil Enchantress will eat them.

And in the Village of Shadows their soul will forever remain.

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kiraleestudios · 4 months

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A quick sketch dump for you guys!

#my art #sketch #my sketch #my sketches #sketch dump #spooky month #bob velseb #oc x canon #deltarune #roulxs kaard #spooky month bob #resident evil #salvatore moreau #sonic #ocs #sonic the hedgehog #mobian #mobian oc #oc

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leopardmuffinxo · 8 months

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Don't laugh... but I'm not quite sure I have anything to share.

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dekujinsart · 1 year

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I’m cleaning up my current art folder on WIPS I’ve accumulated and alas I got a lot of Moreau/RE stuff I probably won’t finish but maybe one day. 😞

#Resident Evil #Salvatore Moreau #Tyne Eder #OC X Salvatore Moreau #I really do like the upper right sketch so I've got that saved if I ever want to try to render it.#Plus so sad how far I got on that render of my OC and Moreau but what can you do when your brain don't wanna render no more.

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Karl Heisenberg & Original Female Character(s), Karl Heisenberg/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Karl Heisenberg, Original Female Character(s), Original Child Character(s), The Duke (Resident Evil), Salvatore Moreau, Alcina Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Mother Miranda (Resident Evil) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Parent Karl Heisenberg, Flashbacks, Body Horror, Fluff and Angst, Father-Daughter Relationship, Pre-Canon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we die like Ethan Winters, Bisexual Karl Heisenberg, Capcom had no idea what they were doing with this plot and neither do I, Slow Burn, Bisexual Original Character, Eventual Romance, Dad Bod Karl Heisenberg Series: Part 1 of Butterfly Summary:

Raising a kid alone in the factory wasn’t how Heisenberg expected to spend what he hopes are his last years under Miranda’s thumb. Trying to balance his need to be the parent he never had with his rapidly deteriorating patience (and sanity) is beginning to prove impossible, especially when he’s haunted by a living ghost that reminds him of his significant shortcomings - and all that he’s lost.

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I needed more Dad!Karl content and decided against all reason to do it myself.

#surprise!#moreau is back and boy did i hurt myself!#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg fanfic #karl heisenberg x oc #resident evil fanfiction

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What happens in Siberia, stays in Siberia - Part 2

Summary: After months of secretly feelings, things lead that another and some of these feeligs comes out in a rather messy way. But honestly nothing is ever easy.

Warning: 18+, we are going in a steamy territory here folks. Be careful!

Words: 4k // Part 1 - Part 3 // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Yeah this is going to be a 3 parts because I still have more in store for this fic. You know like what happen after that. It could be it's own fic, but might as well all keep together under one main idea.

He slammed the wooden door open with aching muscles. Ghost was not the type to complain, but once his boot stepped on solid ground, free of constraints of the heavy snow, he let out a groan. This had been an exhausting five kilometers. Between reduced visibility, high knee snow, all their gears and strong wind, it felt like they had walked triple that amount. Even Scotty, who was considered to have a very high stamina, had to admit defeat. It took all her remaining strength to not allow herself to fall on the floor and just lay down there for the rest of the night.

The safe house was small; one bed, a small couch, smaller table with just one chair, a fireplace that could be used as a stove and one toilet. The basics for someone coming here to hunt or whatever. They didn't even dare ask how Gaz found this. They were just glad to have somewhere to wait out the blizzard. She dropped the backpack on the ground, gently to not damage any drivers, and then took her bulletproof vest, her coat off and removed her hat and protective goggles. It felt like she had just lost ten kilos. Her back felt so light it was a relief. Ghost said he would be back in a minute with some woods he saw next to the house. Warming up the place sounded great. While he was bringing what was needed in, she looked in the cupboard. Filled with some cans of who knows what, it was written in Russian. "I suppose this is someone's hunting spot." She sighed, feeling guilty to take anything from the shelves.

"Whoever it is, they are not coming today so don't feel bad." He replied. "We have to do what we can to survive."

Watching by the window, she had to admit he was right. Better squat in someone's place than be dying in the cold. Ghost removed his own top gears to cool the sweat that was growing on his back as he prepared the fire. The fireplace quickly warmed up the small space, but obviously the furthest point was still too cold to remove any coat or warm clothing. Close to it was just perfect to keep the coat open but still on the shoulders. Scotty groaned internally thinking it will be one of these nights. Too cold to catch any sleep. Finally settled down, they both grabbed some rations they had packed in case of. What was in the cupboard should only be used if they had to stay longer. Scotty was kind enough to give him some privacy while he ate. After all these months, she still hadn't seen him under his mask. He was pretty good even when they would eat together in the mess hall to barely show anything. She may have seen a chin at some point but nothing more. At the moment, he deserved to eat without constraint. A gesture he noticed and appreciated when she turned around. "So… lieutenant." By her tone, he figured he might not like what was coming. "Can we talk about the… pistol thing?"

God Scotty was glad she was facing away from him because her cheeks colored again at remembering what happened. Himself was also glad. He cleared his throat. "No, we are not going to talk about this, sergeant." Of course he would rather avoid the subject.

They stayed in silence for a few minutes. "Can we talk about what happened before we left for the mission?" His silence gave her the go to keep going. "Why did you look so tense at the table?"

"What do you mean?"

"While I was joking with Soap and Gaz… You might have a mask, but you are still easy to read through the eyes, and you looked tense. When I tried to catch your attention, you had that gaze. The one you give when you are upset."

"I was not tense… It was simply ridiculous. You were all acting like annoying teenagers." Oh, so he didn't like that? She swore it was because he was jealous. Scotty felt stupid to think it would have been anything else than annoyance.

Ghost focused his mind on the ration he had in front of him. She read him like an open book! How did she do it? He watched her from the corner of his eyes. Her back was much more curled than before, her shoulders slacking. Did he say something wrong? "If you find me annoying then…"

"You are not." He said calmly. What was he supposed to say now? Talking was not his strength. Feelings were hard to discuss, find the right words.

Scotty didn't know what to do anymore. It was getting confusing at this point. "So that… reaction you had was just because you were too close. Sounds fair and normal enough, typical man reaction am I right?." She let out a nervous laughter. Why did she make it sound like she was hurt? Hopefully he didn't catched on it.

Ghost stood up, put his food aside. "You can sleep on the bed, I'll take the couch." The room felt heavy. Tension had built up so fast, none of them knew what to do anymore. She nodded too lost in her thoughts to say anything. He went to lay down on the couch, his back facing her, mask back on obviously. "You are fucking moron Cam. Really thought a man like him could love…" She beated herself up. Wanting this day to be over, Scotty crawled in the bed looking at the dim light of the fireplace.

Ghost had no idea how much time had passed since. All he knew was that he hadn't been able to sleep. The wind blowing outside was not the cause. His mind was just working at figuring out where he missed any signs. The way she first asked her question... It seems like she didn't mind what happened. There was also that one time, months ago, when they had to lay low for a while. Her nephews had been annoying her, but her reactions? The blushing and diverting the subject to something else. Scotty probably thought he had not noticed, but he had. At first he blamed this on the fact that it was always embarrassing when kids or family teased you about things. Not that he would personally know of this, but he heard. However, put back into retrospect, maybe there was more. What if Scotty was also a fool just like him? He silently pivoted to look over his shoulders. The fireplace was barely alive by now, he had no light to see her. He could make up her shape of her, but not if she was awake or asleep, neither if she was facing him or not. "Scotty, you are sleeping?" He whispered.

"No." She whispered back. "It's too cold." Scotty heard a rustle, then the wooden floor creaked, the bed shifted and she felt his back against hers. Her heart skipped a beat. "Sir?"

"No need to be so formal, Scotty." This bed must have been first cheap price quality, because she was sure it moved when he chuckled. "If you don't want to, I can always return to the couch."

"It's fine." Scotty grabbed into the thin blanket even tighter. "So you sleep even with the mask on? I thought that was a myth."

"Not always, but it keeps the warmth." Another awkward silence fell.

"I still want to know why you reacted like you did in the locker." She tried to tease.

"Fucking hell, you and Soap are very alike, you know. When you have something in mind you don't let go." He sighed. That was a harsh reaction. "I don't know why it happened. I suppose it is because…" Even him couldn't find a good reason to explain all of that. At least without saying the truth behind it all. He rolled on his other side, facing her back. She was still looking away. "Maybe it's because I liked the closeness and being just us." His mind said. Ghost slapped himself mentally, that sounded so cheesy. His heart was pounding fast in his chest; it was to wonder how it hadn't burst out yet. His arm wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to him.

"I don't know why… My mind is a mess right now." He groaned.

Scotty froze when his hand rested on her belly. That was unusual from the lieutenant or at least she did not expect him to be so… touchy? He always felt so cold and distant. Her own mind couldn't process what was happening. Was it even real or would she wake up soon? She sure damn hoped for the former. "What do you mean?" She softly asked. The way he was acting gave her a hint, but it was best to not have high hopes. Scotty teased him about the whole 'pistol' thing, but she wasn't better. His body against her like this was enough to spark something inside her. His breath, although slightly blocked by the mask, was warm on her neck. Ghost fumbled over his words. He really sucked at expressing himself. Actions were better…

"Turn around, eyes closed." He ordered. She did so without him ever moving his arm. Eyes closed, she heard a rustle. "No matter what, you keep those eyes closed." A hum was her answer. It took all her willpower to control herself and not break the promise; despite all, her hopes were high! His breath felt much warmer than before against her, as if nothing was in the way. His lips touched hers softly at first, as if he was hesitating. However he felt her relaxing under his touch and he pressed more eagerness into it. Her hand rested on his neck pulling him even closer. They broke the kiss only when the need for air was strong. Scotty remained with her eyes closed till Ghost told her she could open them.

When she did, her eyes met his, through the openings of his mask, looking at each other as if they were trying to reach each other’s souls. There was barely any light, no curtain on the window at least allowed some to come through, but the blizzard blocked anything the moon could give. However it didn't matter, he was close enough she could make out his mask feature and the glimpse of something in his eyes. Her mind was at a loss for words. This felt so unlikely of him and yet it happened. What was she supposed to do or say now? "I don't even get to see your face.." She pouted.

Ghost's shoulders moved up and down in a chuckle. "We will see later about that." For now, as much as he wanted to kiss her again, a different urge grew inside of him. She felt something against her thigh.

"Your pistol is in the way again." Scotty teased, pushing herself closer to him.

"I know and this time it's here to stay." His hand slid down to her butt squeezing it. Her hips moved against his as a reflex. Ghost softly laughed at this. His hand ran back up under her clothes, caressing the skin of her back.

Her mind was all over the place. It couldn't be happening, this has to be a dream for sure! One of her many fantasies playing tricks on her. She let him do what he wanted. Why would she complain? It was something she also desired, for a long time. Her chest rose and fell heavy at every breath, anticipation building fast. Scotty didn't know herself what to do. She should also touch him in return but how? Their current position made it all a little awkward to do some movements.

Something passing her in front of her eyes took her out of her thoughts, followed by a wave of cold. It didn't take long to realize it was because he had removed her sweater; so lost she didn't notice herself making it easier for him to take it off. She shivered. Her hand went to his chest, on the zipper of his vest. She opened too fast to her taste, giving away her eagerness to go to the next part. Ghost helped her take all his upper clothes off, leaving him in the same shivering stay once the cold touched his skin.

Her fingers lingered on his chest. Scotty had seen it before, always covered but they were times his shirt would be very fitting to his torso. She enjoyed the naked view. While her gaze was not on his eyes, Ghost's hand brushed on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear. Her skin was soft to the touch. Lazily, his hand went down her neck, to her shoulder to venture on her back to the clip of her bra. He struggled just a little at first, however just with one hand Ghost was able to undo it to her surprise. Not that she minded much.

Her hands went to his trousers, her knuckles pressed against his happy trail, undoing the zipper. Scotty wished she would be more shy or unsure or had too much respect for her lieutenant to not give in easily. Not look like she was desperate for him. Because as soon as she gave herself the space, her hand went to grab his fully erect cock. She stroked it through the fabric, which took a few deep hums from Ghost. He was not moaning, yet. However he did enjoy the attention he was getting.

Tossing aside her bra, Ghost grabbed her to turn her over as he rolled up on his back. She was not sitting on him, her bare chest in full view and easy reach for both his hands. Both hands ran up from her waist to her breast and he grabbed them. Squeezed, circled them. Resting her hands on him, Scotty moved back and forth on his slightly covered cock. His pants were now halfway to his tights leaving only his underwear as a barrier. "Fuck, Scotty." He grunted. "Stop moving like that or…" The rest of his words got lost in a moan.

She did stop, chuckling at his reaction. Ghost pushed himself up, enough his face could bury in the crook of her neck. Through his mask, he pressed a few kisses on it, making her moan slightly. She liked the rough sensation of the fabric on her skin. His arms wrapped around her waist. His head resting against her bare breast. He was getting so clingy, his hips almost moving to get in her.

"Bloody hell, enough messing around!" Ghost grunted, lifting her up and laying her back on the mattress. He didn't wait any long to remove her pants, toss them aside, and do the same to her panties. Her cheeks turned red quickly in the dark, the heat reaching everywhere in her body. It was both arousing and terrifying to be naked in front of a towering Ghost. The bulge was showing big under his underwear. Holding himself over Scotty with one hand, the other brushed from her stomach to her inner legs. She hummed in anticipation, moving her hips just enough to tell him he could go on. Without any more teasing, he slid two fingers inside. It was now when he heard himself breathing out that he realized he had been holding it for so long. Her cunt was already so wet, it was so easy to finger her. She spread her legs to allow him more access to which he didn't hesitate to add a third finger making her moan silently. "There's no one in the neighborhood, don't hold it." He chuckled.

"I've never been much of a screamer." Scotty smiled smugly.

"Let's see if we can change that." The taunt in his voice made her horniness rise up. His thumb circled around her clit as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out. She squirmed under his touch. God Scotty loved what he was doing, loved it so much she felt herself already on the edge. She grabbed his forearm with two hands to his surprise. Her mind was already hazed by lust.

"More…" She breathed out. "I want more!"

"If I get to hear that sweet voice of yours, you might get your wish, sergeant." She gulped letting go of his arm. Her chest rose and fell fast as he worked his fingers inside her cunt. Scotty closed her eyes letting her thoughts wandering to her fantasies; imagining him eating her out, fucking her hard with his cock, pulling her hair, holding her down with all his might. That was all she needed to be sent from the edge to her climax. Ghost felt her clenching on him, bucking her hips up. She didn't not scream, but her moaning was loud that he was happy with that.

His now wet hand moved to his underwear, pulled them down so his cock was finally free. Holding it firmly, he rubbed the tip on her entrance, teasing her oh so slowly. Scotty whimpered, almost begging him for more. He felt more than obliged to do it. Ghost, once positioned, pushed his cock inside. She felt so good around him, he had to take a moment to pull himself together. Both hands beside her, his hips against her as he had reached the limit to how much he could bury himself inside her. "Fucking hell Scotty, ball deep really? You can take it, bloody jesus."

Scotty let out a moan of relief to be filled. It was so amazing and he had not even moved yet! "You say that as if you expected less from me. I'm hurt. You should know by now I'm full of surprises." The sky was finally clearing out and through a small glimpse of light he saw her face. Her brown eyes were watching him intensely and with a hint of mischief. He could make out some soft redness on her cheek; she looked gorgeous. His hips moved backward, removed half of himself and then forwards. Scotty did let out a whimper of pleasure. Ghost tried his best to control himself, to not give in too fast. He wanted this moment to last as long as he could. But after a few thrusts, he couldn't take it anymore. His pace became faster, slamming hard. His fingers digging in the mattress, his knuckles turning white.

Scotty tried her best to keep control of herself. As she said she wasn't much of a screamer, but he sure made her be a little louder at every thrusts. She could hear herself, she felt slightly embarrassed by the noises she was making in front of her superior, but he was the reason why she even made them in the first place. "Kiss me again, please!" She begged. "I won't look, I promise." Eyes closed, she waited. When his lips touched her again feeling the roughness of his three days old beard on her skin, she moaned.

Ghost grabbed the back of her neck, never breaking this kiss, pounding ever more. Her arms wrapped around his neck as if she tried to keep him close. He kept fucking her for who knew how long when he felt his climax reaching his limit and came at the same time that she came a second time.

They broke the kiss out of breath, panting hard. "You can look again." He chuckled, resting his forehead on hers. "Warm enough now?" He let himself fall next to her, pulling the blanket back on them.

"That will do." She turned on her side to watch him. Getting down from her high, Scotty still had a hard time to realize it did happen. It could have been a dream, if not from the soreness in her legs. She couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. This had been like a huge relief from all the tension of today and she was hit by tiredness quickly. Her eyes felt heavy and she could feel herself about to pass out. "Ghost." She whispered.

"What?"

"I… love you." These were her last words before she was softly breathing to sleep. It had been a while since she was that exhausted. Ghost remained awake, these words haunting his mind. He didn't know what to do with them. To think she had feelings for him was a thing, but actually hear it? It made everything more serious than he expected. What was supposed to happen next? He glanced at her, so peaceful with not a worry in the world. He felt his heart beat faster. He had feelings, but was it love? Yes Ghost felt a certain relief after the messing around and fucking, like he has been bottleling up everything for a while. However, these words, not that they sounded hollow, but they felt strange to him. He barely knew or remembered what love was. If anything he learned a side of it with the very few friends he made in the army. But that was something completely different! He knew of the love she meant, but was he worthy of it? Was he capable of love like she does? Part of him wasn't sure he could but still worth trying, the other tortured him that this would mean so much problems and maybe it was best to not. He was her superior after all, their career was fighting dead almost every day, the risk of not making it back… He tortured his mind with all those questions till it was too much and simply shut down his brain of any thoughts and tried to get some rest.

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The next morning, he was awakened by the ray of sunshine coming through the uncovered window. He was facing the ceiling, a weight on his chest. She was clinging to him, arm wrapped around him. His mind still coming back to reality, he didn't catch what that buzzing noise in the background that seemed to come and go was.

"Ghost… copy?... Scotty? How…" He groaned when he came back to his senses. It was their radio! Ghost moved her to get out of the bed. Bare chest he made his way to the radio in the cold morning. The bed was much better. He pressed the button on the receptor.

"Ghost, we are good." His voice was still raspy and half alert.

"Finally an answer." Soap laughed on the other side.

"Ghost, heli will be there in 5 minutes." Price said. "Better be ready to get your asses out of here."

"Roger, sir. Out." He turned around to see Scotty stretching mostly after being awakened by the call. "Enough beauty sleep, evac will be here soon."

She muttered under her breath about the cold, but eventually got out of the bed and got dressed. While packing their belongings and making sure they didn't forget anything, Scotty's mind was still thinking about the night before. "About last night…" She started.

"What happened here, stays here." He cutted her short. He had this direct and strict tone. She understood what he meant; no one needed to know about this. No need to talk more about it either. But she did want to do so, because some parts still felt unclear to her. The helicopter was right on time, blowing snow everywhere as if the blizzard hadn't been enough. Scotty closed the door and quickly joined the lieutenant. It was like he was back to his old self; keep the talk to the minimum. The vehicle took off as soon as they were buckled in. The traject to the main base for transport by plane was mostly reduced to what had been done and retrieved during the infiltration. Price looked content with the makeshift idea of stealing the hard drives directly. Afterwards, the rest of the trip was silent. When they reached their destination, they quickly boarded the plane ready to head back to base. Ghost didn't particularly ignore her, however she noticed the lack of conversation. Then again he was also barely talking to anyone. He probably had something in his mind. Nothing to worry about. But… it did make her wonder if what happened would be just a one time thing and now that they had left it will indeed remain back in Siberia.

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