#morgan indiana turner oc

[wildmtthyme]

Chapter 2: The New Girl

Warnings: None?

Chapter Note: All phone "screenshots" are of Soap's phone.

Chapter Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, John "Bravo 6" Price, Stacy

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Soap’s eyes widened and he nearly choked on the swallow of beer that he’d just taken. Gaz wore a look of concern as he clapped him on his back. Dude… Soap was busy pointing but also kind of trying to not make it overly obvious… leave it to Gaz to turn nearly all the way around though to see what the hell had gotten Soap so worked up. Soap groaned when Gaz did that, jerking his shoulder to get him to turn back to their table. Ghost had just walked in with the same woman that they’d seen him leave with last weekend. “Hey, LT!” He tried to make his voice not sound shocked and he thought maybe he pulled it off but the strange look Indie shot him from her spot at the bar made him painfully aware that he hadn’t done so. He blinked when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Simon cleared his throat pointedly, shooting Soap a glare as he approached the table, feeling his nerves double down on him. The feeling of the woman slipping her hand into his nearly made his skin crawl but he forced that knee-jerk reaction away, knowing that there was absolutely nothing wrong with a little PDA and that maybe she was feeling a little nervous herself. “Soap, Gaz… ‘member Stacy.” Gaz nodded enthusiastically and Soap stood up to offer his hand to shake. Aye, nice ta see ya again, lass. He glanced over at the bar to see Indie and Price, catching a strange look in his friend’s eye made him tilt his head at her but she quickly shook him off and refocused her attention on the bartender. Uh yeah, you’re the one who was betting my Simon that you could beat him at pool, right?

Price narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked over the newcomer at their table, his fingers absentmindedly fiddling with one of the bar napkins as he waited with Indie for their orders. She’d turned around a little quicker than necessary, making him glance at her but his attention stalled. She had this kind of… stunned look on her face that was… only a little different than he normal just… resting expression. He flicked his eyes back over to this apparent ‘Stacy’ where she was having her chair pulled out for her by Ghost… back to Indie’s face… back… forth… again… before he felt like someone knocked him over the head with a two by four that had been standing next to him for the past four years. Shit… he thought just as the bar tender was setting down the two trays laden down with their drink and snack orders. For a heartbeat, Indie didn’t reach for the tray she was responsible for… for a heartbeat… he thought she wasn’t going to. Then… just like the impeccable soldier she was, that look was gone like it had never been there in the first place. C’mon Price, holdin’ up the line. She said simply, grabbing the tray of beers and returned to the table. He made quick with the tray of pub fair.

Morgan felt like… she was sinking. That’s what it had felt like in that moment. Like the one time she’d been knocked off of a boat during a mission with all her gear on and for that moment, she’d sunk like a fucking rock. She’d had to struggle against her vest’s buckles in order to get it off so she could kick her way back to the surface, back to the air. And it felt just like that. For a moment… her lungs refused to draw in fresh air. For a moment… it was like… she was just under water. Before she finally broke through the surface and forced herself to push it down, lock it in a box until later… when she wasn’t in front of so many fucking people. Preferably when she wasn’t in front o anyone. She set the tray down on the table and offered the woman… Ah! Indie, this ‘ere’s Stacy. Soap said it with a shit-eating grin. She offered Stacy a small tight-lipped smile. “Didn’t know you were comin’, love. Want me to grab you a beer or…” She led on, hoping her voice wasn’t coming out too… fake sweet sounding?

Simon’s brow furrowed beneath his mask at the odd pitch of Indie’s voice. He’d never heard her sound quiet like that before… maybe that was just how she sounded when she talked to other women? Hell, he didn’t know. Oh! Um… a martini would be great! He leaned back in his chair after he grabbed a beer off the table once Indie had deposited them all, nodding to Price when the man came up with his tray. “Mmm- Price, Stacy – Stacy, Price.” He gestured between them and nodded again when Price shook her hand, feeling about ten million kinds of awkward. He glanced over his shoulder, watching as Indie stood at the bar waiting on Stace’s drink instead of just coming back over here to wait with them. So, Stacy, you in the service? Simon looked back at Price so fast that he felt an actual twinge fly up the side of his neck. Stace giggled and shook her head at the supposedly silly question. Oh! Heaven’s no! I’m a hair stylist.

Price blinked as Gaz nearly choked on his own spit? He raised a sharp brow at the man who just shook him off. “Hnn. Well, someone’s gotta do it, I suppose.” He said quietly, his gaze flowing over the bar before landing back on Indie as she approached, being mindful not to spill the woman’s drink. Hereeee ya go. She set the stemware down in front of her before taking her own seat and taking a longer than necessary swallow of her beer. The awkward silence stretched… Gaz and Soap were focused on their phones (rude) and Ghost was just leaning back in his chair, arm perched on the back of a quickly looking bored Stacy’s chair. Meanwhile… Indiana was finding the corner of her napkin extremely interesting. The muscles on his upper lip flexed, his mustache flaring before he slapped his knee. “Indiana.” The woman’s eyes snapped to him, her spine stiffening. “C’mon.” He kicked his chin towards the back of the pub. “Let’s play a round.”

Morgan’s expression was… bewildered, to put it kindly. She even tapped her chest with her index finger as Price climbed to his feet. “Uh… ye… yessir.” She followed, shooting questioning glances over her shoulder at Soap, who was looking at her with equal confusion. Price never played pool… never mind with her. She walked up to the table, the fact that it was empty wasn’t unusual given the time but watching Price chalk the pool que was. You rack. She nodded and did as instructed, still feeling like she was in the twilight zone.

Simon kept glancing over his shoulder to check on Indie and Price… while still nodding to Stace every so often. She was telling him some story about one of the women she worked with, Tina – not that he particularly cared but it was clearly important enough for her to talk about so he remembered the major points. He had just refocused on her and the way Soap had started prompting her, getting her to elaborate more when he heard Indie’s hoot and Price make his trademark overly loud groan. He looked again… chewing on the inside of his cheek as he watched Indie gesture in a victorious manner at Price and Price wave her off with a broad grin. What the hell was going on? He was in an episode of the twilight zone or something! Price didn’t play pool and since when did he start singling Indie out for anything other than to brief about a solo op?

Soap batted his lashes at Stacy, scrunching his nose and chuckling at parts of her story… he wanted to know every juice detail. He had to! He had to know everything about this woman if she was going to be the LT’s girlfriend. Which, she had to be because why else would she be here?! Any ammo she could give him, he wanted! Maybe she could give you a haircut. Gaz chimed in. Soap growled behind his grin. “You watch yer fookin’ mouth, boyal.” This prompted Stacy to giggle and the LT to take another long pull of his beer. Soap didn’t miss the way he kept checking on Price and Indie, which Gaz was also doing. He wasn’t ignorant to the sudden shift in dynamics either but he was willing to let anything slide tonight!

Price barked out another laugh at the words that came out of Indiana’s mouth in response to him sinking another shot. Who knew you had such a way with balls, Cap. “Well, I’ve been around a couple for quite a while.” She snorted and he couldn’t help but chuckle again. Movement over at their table caught her attention and yet, she whipped around a little too quick. He came up beside her, feigning lining up another shot, leaning into her space just enough to barely brush his shoulder into her. “Don’t let it bother you, jus’ keep havin’ fun with me, love.” She looked up at him with wide eyes and a certain air of panic that made him just stare down at her with a steady gaze. She clicked her teeth together and gave him a curt nod but he saw the way her cheeks flamed, just enough to give away her embarrassment. Not over him, no… but over being found out, he reckoned. He gave a nod in return.

Simon frowned behind his mask at the distance between him and Price and Indie. C’mon Simon. Stace beckoned him from the sidewalk and he let the door shut behind him. He’d just brought her in to meet everyone before taking her out to a proper dinner. But something had felt off… and something hadn’t set right with him about the way Price had virtually swept Indie into the back of the pub, away from all of them. It’d bother him quietly for days.

#cod writing #cod fanfiction #judgement story #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #female OC #morgan indiana turner oc #a little poking fun #gaz and soap texting #ya know those two old muppets who make fun of everything? yeah that's them #not beta read we die like men #not edited really either

[cluelessrebel1988]

A video I made of all the canon characters and OCs currently in @theconvergenceroleplay. The song is “Marching On” by OneRepublic

The Characters are as follows: 

Supernatural

Naomi (Amanda Tapping)

Jenna Winters (Odette Annable)

Sam Winchester (Jared Padalecki)

Dean Winchester (Jensen Ackles)

Charlie Bradbury (Felicia Day)

Kevin Tran (Osric Chau)

Jo Harvelle (Alona Tal)

Ruby (Katie Cassidy)

Lucifer (Mark Pellegrino)

Eileen Leahy (Shoshannah Stern)

Crowley (Mark Sheppard)

Castiel (Misha Collins)

Max Banes (Kendrick Sampson)

Andrew "Drew" Haraldson (Grant Gustin)

Harry Potter

Taylor Weasley (Melissa Benoist)

Dominique Weasley (Indiana Evans)

DJ Lake (Seán William McLoughlin)

Ron Weasley (Rupert Grint)

Fred Weasley (James Phelps)

Alexandra Summers (Idia Eisley)

Lily Potter II (Holland Roden)

Ginny Weasley (Bonnie Wright)

James Potter II (Dylan O'Brien)

Lucy Weasley (Saxon Sharbino)

Molly Weasley II (Zena Grey)

Jacob Kowalski (Dan Fogler)

Colin Creevey (Hugh Mitchell)

Victoire Weasley (Amber Heard)

Tom Riddle (Frank Dillane)

Logan Mills (Munro Chambers)

Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton)

Seamus Finnigan (Devon Murray)

Shona "Nani" Duncan (Zooey Deschanel)

Hermione Granger (Emma Watson)

Teddy Lupin (Luke Newberry)

Dean Thomas (Alfie Enoch)

Miles Thomas (Ryan Potter)

Lysander Scamander (Colin Ford)

Lee Jordan (Luke Youngblood)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Jemma Simmons (Elizabeth Henstridge)

Natasha Romanov (Scarlett Johansson)

Darcy Lewis (Kat Dennings)

Angie Martinelli (Lyndsy Fonseca

Peggy Carter (Hayley Atwell)

Sam Wilson (Anthony Mackie)

Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow)

Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr)

Booker Harmon (Michael B. Jordan)

Steve Rogers (Chris Evans)

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Aldrich Killian (Guy Pearce)

Elektra Natchios (Elodie Yung)

Mantis (Pom Klementieff)

Leslie Shade (Kylie Furneaux)

Peter Quill (Chris Pratt)

Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan)

Nebula (Karen Gillan)

Leo Fitz (Iain de Caestecker)

Daisy "Skye" Johnson (Quake) (Chloe Bennet)

Wanda Maximoff (Elizabeth Olsen)

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Sherlock

Mycroft Holmes (Mark Gatiss)

John Watson (Martin Freeman)

Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch)

Molly Hooper (Louise Brealey)

Anthea (Lisa McAllister)

Mary Watson (Amanda Abbington)

Irene Adler (Lara Pulver)

Greg Lestrade (Rupert Graves)

Eurus Holmes (Siân Brooke)

Doctor Who

Rose Tyler (Billie Piper)

Jack Harkness (John Barrowman)

Jayda Osmi (Nicole Bonifacio)

Jacob Robens-Osmi (Tristan Wilds)

Sky Smith (Sinead Michael)

Clara Oswald (Jenna Coleman)

Percy Jackson

Hylla Ramirez-Arellano (Eiza Gonzalez)

Annabeth Chase (AnnaSophia Robb)

Hazel Levesque (Amandla Stenberg)

Frank Zhang (Booboo Stewart)

Kaiser Jäger (Max Riemalt)

Leo Valdez (Jake T. Austin)

Nico di Angelo (Jakub Gierszal)

Rachel Elizabeth Dare (Luca Hollestelle)

Will Solace (Burkely Duffield)

Zoë Nightshade (Anjli Mohindra)

Jackie Long (Melissa Benoist)

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano (Victoria Justice)

Clarisse La Rue (Leven Rambin)

Percy Jackson (Logan Lerman)

The Vampire Diaries

Elijah Mikaelson (Daniel Gillies)

Katherine Pierce (Nina Dobrev)

Davina Claire (Danielle Campbell)

Damon Salvatore (Ian Somahalder)

Stefan Salvatore (Paul Wesley)

Lexi Branson (Arielle Kebbel)

Elena Gilbert (Nina Dobrev)

Caroline Forbes (Candice King)

April Young (Grace Phipps)

Rebekah Mikaelson (Claire Holt)

Indiana 'Indie' Davis (Lily Collins)

Jeremy Gilbert (Steven R McQueen)

Bonnie Bennett (Kat Graham)

Vicki Donovan (Kayla Ewell)

Tyler Lockwood (Micheal Trevino)

The Hunger Games

Primrose Everdeen (Willow Shields)

Clove (Isabelle Fuhrman)

Madge Undersee (Abigail Breslin)

Finnick Odair (Sam Clafin)

Dexterous LaFevers (Colin Ford)

Glimmer (Leven Rambin)

Christopher 'Kit' Odair (Douglas Booth)

Johanna Mason (Jena Malone)

Shilo Mellark (Alex Pettyfer)

Annie Cresta (Stef Dawson)

Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence)

Thresh (Dayo Okeniyi)

Willow Mellark (Emily Rudd)

Merlin

Morgana Pendragon (Katie McGrath)

Gwaine (Eoin Macken)

Percival (Tom Hopper)

Lancelot (Santiago Cabrera)

Hunith (Caroline Faber)

Balinor (John Lynch)

Mordred (Alexander Vlahos)

Merlin (Colin Morgan)

Freya (Laura Donnelly)

Rielle (Indiana Evans)

Kara (Alexandra Dowling)

Sir Leon (Rupert Young)

Once Upon a Time

Peter Pan (Robbie Kay)

Graham Humbert (Jamie Dornan)

Emma Swan (Jennifer Morrison)

Grace (Alyssa Skovbye)

Helena (Tristan Mays)

Regina Mills (Lana Parrilla)

Felix (Parker Croft)

Elsa (Georgina Haig)

Zelena (Rebecca Mader)

Aurora (Sarah Bolger)

Anna (Elizabeth Lail)

Killian Jones (Colin O'Donoghue)

Anastasia (The Red Queen) (Emma Rigby)

Fiona (The Black Fairy) (Jamie Murray)

Divergent

Christina Kravitz (Zoe Kravitz)

Eric Coulter (Jai Courtney)

Tris Prior (Shailene Woodley)

Will (Ben Lloyd-Hughes)

Fox Marvel

Kassandra Dare (Nicola Peltz)

Amily Jacobs (Elle Fanning)

Daisy Oliviera (Tori Kelly)

Jubilation Lee 'Jubilee' (Lana Condor)

Scott Summers (Tye Sheridan)

Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)

Chase Maelstrom (Asa Butterfield)

Sean Cassidy (Caleb Landry Jones)

Ajax (Francis) (Ed Skrein)

Alex Summers (Lucas Till)

Ellie Phimister (Brianna Hildebrand)

Jasper (Lindsey Morgan)

Hope Cooper (Zendaya)

Anise Lovett (Adelaide Kane)

Peter Maximoff (Evan Peters)

Brooklyn Winters (Crystal Reed)

Laura Kinney (Dafne Keen)

Jean Grey (Sophie Turner)

Star Trek

Khan Noonien Singh (Benedict Cumberbatch)

James T Kirk (Chris Pine)

The Maze Runner

Thomas (Dylan O'Brien)

Minho (Ki Hong Lee)

Elizabeth (Maia Mitchell)

Newt (Thomas Brodie-Sangsta)

Harriet (Nathalie Emmanuel)

Sonya (Katherine McNamara)

DC Cinematic and Television Universes

Kara Danvers (Melissa Benoist)

Cisco Ramon (Carlos Valdes)

Thea Queen (Willa Holland)

Felicity Smoak (Emily Bett Rickards)

Hunter Zoloman (Teddy Sears)

Oliver Queen (Stephen Amell)

Melanie Silver (Saoirse Ronan)

Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie)

The Joker (Jared Leto)

Harrison Wells (Tom Cavanaugh)

Caitlin Snow (Danielle Panabaker)

Jesse Quick (Violett Beane)

Alex Danvers (Chyler Leigh)

Chato Santana (El Diablo) (Jay Hernandez)

Patty Spivot (Shantel VanSanten)

Floyd Lawton (Deadshot) (Will Smith)

Clark Kent (Superman) (Henry Cavill)

Ray Palmer (A.T.O.M) (Brandon Routh)

Adrian Chase (Simon Morrison) (Josh Segarra)

Sara Lance (Caity Lotz)

Barry Allen (Grant Gustin)

Dinah Drake (Juliana Harkavy)

William Clayton (Jack Moore)

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) (Gal Gadot)

Mon-El (Mike Matthews) (Chris Wood)

Winslow Schott Jr. (Jeremy Jordan)

Zoe Lawton (Shailyn Pierre-Dixon)

Jae-Yoon Hyunsik (Park Chanyeol)

Iris West (Candice Patton)

Dante Ramon (Nicholas Gonzalez)

Star Wars

Bennal Derek (Bradley Cooper)

Han Solo (Harrison Ford)

Aeli Serit (Shailene Woodley)

Kylo Ren (Adam Driver)

Orson Krennic (Ben Mendelsohn)

Armitage Hux (Domhnall Gleeson)

Alter'Li Fond (Holland Roden)

Callen Derek (Kellen Lutz)

Barriss Offee (Nalini Krishan)

Padmé Amidala (Natalie Portman)

Rey (Daisy Ridley)

Leia Organa (Carrie Fisher)

Lord of the Rings

Tauriel (Evangeline Lilly)

Legolas Greenleaf (Orlando Bloom)

Thranduil Greenleaf (Lee Pace)

Bilbo Baggins (Martin Freeman)

Gimli (John Rhys-Davies)

Raviel (Rachel McAdams)

The Mortal Instruments and Shadowhunters

Max Lightwood - TMI (Jack Fulton)

Cecily Herondale - TMI (Alexandra Daddario)

Shane Burciaga (Adam Lambert)

Magnus Bane - SH (Harry Shum Jr.)

Louis Adams (Dylan O'Brien)

Amelia Lockhart (Madison McLaughlin)

Clarissa 'Clary' Fray - TMI (Katherine Mcnamara)

Alec Lightwood - SH (Matthew Daddario)

Kayden Jacques - SH (Victoria Justice)

Jace Lightwood - TMI (Jamie Campbell Bower)

Maia Roberts - TMI (Meagan Tandy)

Disney Live-Action

Belle (Emma Watson)

Evie (Sofia Carson)

Rapunzel (Mackenzie Mauzy)

Little Red Riding Hood (Lila Crawford)

Sharpay Evans (Ashley Tisdale)

Mal (Dove Cameron)

Jay (Booboo Stewart)

Ben (Mitchell Hope)

Giselle (Amy Adams)

Henry Turner (Brenton Thwaites)

Carlos De Vil (Cameron Boyce)

Twilight

Jane (Dakota Fanning)

Carlisle Cullen (Peter Facinelli)

#The Convergence Roleplay #The Convergence #Supernatural #Harry Potter #Marvel Cinematic Universe #Sherlock #Doctor Who #Percy Jackson #The Vampire Diaries #The Hunger Games #Merlin #Once Upon A Time #Divergent #Fox Marvel Universe #Star Trek #The Maze Runner #DC universe #Star Wars #Lord of the Rings #The Mortal Instruments #Shadowhunters #Disney Live-Action movies #Twilight #OneRepublic #Marching On

[wildmtthyme]

Chapter 1: Crush

Warnings: None?

Chapter Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, Sam (OC K9)

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Simon groaned quietly as he cracked an eyelid… way too much to drink last night, not that he’d let on that he had over imbibed. He was sprawled on the couch not in the rec room… not in Price’s office but in the living room of one of their squad mates. It was all Soap’s fault, of course it was. He scrubbed at his face, shifting his balaclava a bit but by no means taking it off. He glanced around the familiar living room, spotting Gaz sacked out in the recliner.

He stretched and forced himself to sit up… he needed—he blinked when he heard a door open upstairs and the telling jingling of dog tags. Not the kind they wore, no… these were attached to a collar. “Oi Sam, no.” He cringed when the shepherd trotted towards him, ears perked and tongue lolled out in obvious greeting, tail waving high. The soft padding of bare feet made his eyes flick up and just like always… he felt himself go still as he watched her walk into the room.

She saw him… glanced over at Gaz and promptly rolled her eyes and yet, deflated somehow. I need to hide the key better. She walked over to the front door and opened it up, a single snap of her fingers and the dog rerouted to head out instead of continuing towards him. He’s taking care of his own mess this time. Simon just watched her as she left the door open and walked into the kitchen, the sound of water filling a kettle signaling the start of another day.

Within an hour- Simon and Gaz both had played deaf and dumb as they sat at the kitchen table, sipping their tea and Simon with his toast and Gaz with his eggs as Soap tried to get one of them, any of them, to go back to the spare bedroom and wake the girl up that he’d brought here last night and get her to leave. No one was biting. Do it yer’self, mate. Gaz said around a mouthful of eggs. Indie, c’mon, please. Simon scoffed at the way Soap crowded Indiana in the kitchen, trying to pout and throw her puppy dog eyes while she sat on her kitchen counter drinking her tea. No fuckin’ way, Soap. You broke into my house last night! Soap did a dramatic fall to his knees, his hands clasped between them. Please, Indiana… you gotta help me! – I ain’t gotta do shit, now make her some tea like a proper gentleman and stop being a fuckin’ slag, Soap. Soap had the decency to look offended and put out at the same time. But he climbed to his feet and did just that.

He made a cup of tea and carried it back to the rear bedroom and half an hour later, a woman looking a little worse for wear bashfully made her exit, tossing them all a little wave. Gonna drive her home! Soap called out over his shoulder as he was walking out the door. Simon and Gaz both immediately tensed but didn’t have time to call foul. I swear, he’s gonna knock one of them up one day. Indiana muttered before she whistled and Simon’s head snapped to her just in time to catch a set of keys out of the air that she’d launched at him. One scratch on my baby, Ghost and I’ll have yer ass. He smirked under his mask but was already climbing to his feet, quickly tucking the keys in his pocket before Gaz had the mind to try and take them from him.

Simon let out a slow breath as he slid behind the wheel of her car… it was a damned dream and Gaz was already pouting. Don’t see why she lets you drive it. The man muttered as he slouched and continued to sulk. Simon had no idea either… but she had let him borrow this car a few times, in situations just like this. He’d never asked. And she’d never really offered. But as he turned the key and the ram air rumbled to life in a satisfying purr that vibrated his bones, he felt a very good shiver race through him.

He dogged Americans plenty but one thing they got right was the muscle car. He carefully backed the Judge out of the garage and down the lane… and took both himself and Gaz back to base. Her car was this beautiful black color that glinted in the morning sun, catching the rays just right. And it had some damned kick that he loved testing on the short drive. It was almost enough to make a man forget about his worries for just a minute.

Morgan cleaned up after the boys when they left, muttering to herself as she did so. She really had to start hiding her spare key better. Then again… it didn’t bother her all that much, not really. They were her team, what could she say other than that. They’d each of them been through thick and thin together. If Soap wanted to catch a few hours of play time with someone, who was she to stand in the way of that? It wasn’t like it kept her up at night.

Besides, she felt worst for Ghost and Gaz in this situation, they were the ones who’d been forced to sleep on her living room furniture and she knew Ghost didn’t fit on that couch all that well. She knew too that if Ghost really wanted to let them into her house, he could. The fucker had a key. She didn’t know if Soap and Gaz knew that, though. Either way, one day Soap was going to meet his match and then he’d know.

He’d know why she didn’t mind all that much when she came downstairs and saw Ghost on her couch. Or why she didn’t mind letting him drive her precious car. Or why he had all these privileges that none of the others had. As it stood, she was fairly certain that no one knew the whys of it and if she had any say at all in the matter, that was how it was going to stay. She showered and dressed for the day, her mind still rolling over the topic.

She’d been head over for Simon since pretty much the first week she’d been assigned to the one-four-one and ever since she’d figured out that he was so off limits, she’d felt every inch the pathetic woman for it. It had nothing to do with rank and everything to do with the fact that… well, she knew where she stood in the grand scheme of things and it wasn’t on a set of spike heels with her tits thrust up in his face (not that she could get her small boobs to thrust up anywhere).

She figured it out the first time they’d come back from a mission together and they all went to the pub. The first time she watched Ghost hit on some woman who was dressed to the nine and was very much not like herself. All curves and long hair and makeup and short skirts and heels and… she sighed as she tugged her helmet on in her garage. She was never that woman. Was never going to be that woman. And most days, she was fine with that.

She was lithe and strong; she could do things those women couldn’t. She could defend those she cared about, take down men twice her size… but it sucked… just a little… when she had to watch the man that she loved consistently leave the pub with those women. She slapped the sides of her helmet sharply, not even feeling it but more of the action itself. “Stop it.” She growled at herself before she threw her leg over her other baby. One kickstart later and the Indian roared to life, the rumble and the vibration doing well at making her mind go blissfully numb as she made her way to base.

#cod writing #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #morgan indiana turner OC #cod OC #pining #tomboy OC

[wildmtthyme]

Chapter 4: The Judge

Warnings: Mentions of the draft, obvious hints of war and death (minor).

Chapter Note: This is just kind of a little drabble. From the car's perspective. No, there's no supernatural stuff going on, just a kind of "what if" with a little ground work happening at the end.

Chapter Characters: The Judge (1969 GTO Judge), Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Random OCs for the sake of the story, John "Bravo 6" Price

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

He was built in 1969 in a factory in Fremont, California… a man named Luis was the one to apply the decal that would mark him as special amongst the other GTO’s that came off the line. His shiny black paint that wasn’t just black caught the eye of many envious onlookers when he was unloaded at the small car lot in Sacramento, especially when he took pride of place in their showroom. But it was a young kid who saved all summer who finally came in and laid down his purchase price that rolled him out onto the free streets of his early years. The kid’s name was Tim, Timmy to his friends and Timothy to his father. He had just graduated high school and had a pension for going a little too fast, learning quickly that his ram air cooled engine was not to be taken lightly. But he never mistreated him and Judge knew right away that he had been this kid’s dream car. They spent three amazing years together, cruising the scenic highways and byways, enjoying the amazing California sun, sand, and surf. He didn’t even mind the temporary rack the kid put on his roof to hold his surfboard. That all changed when they called out those numbers during the last draft lottery in 1972. His father drove him back from the bus station and parked him in the garage, throwing a brand-new tarp over him once his engine had cooled down. He never saw Tim again.

Fifteen years later, the sun was brighter than he remembered it being. The auctioneer was loud and talked way too fast. The people that poked around under his hood, jabbed fingers into his seats to test their springiness, and checked to make sure he still had all his original parts were confusing. He was bought for half his original purchase price and loaded into a shipping container. He’d never see American soil again. Being exported to the United Kingdom was an adventure he hadn’t considered but one he was being sent on anyway. He couldn’t help but wonder if Tim had been this nervous when he went away. He was unloaded straight into a small, almost too tiny glass fronted metal building with other American imports. He wasn’t there long before a middle-aged man bought him for thrice what the importer paid for him. The man couldn’t stop yacking about how cool it was going to be to have a muscle car. But it wasn’t cool. He got a scratch on his fender the first day. Turns out… he was just too big for this country. Too big for the roads… too wide for the towns… and too loud for the villages. And too expensive to keep fueled. Within a year, the man parked him under a lean-to shed beside an old stone building. The man didn’t want to get rid of him but couldn’t afford to drive him either. The roof leaked and the wind blew the rain in sideways anyway. The mice from the fields made a home in his backseat cushions with the rubber from the wires they chewed through. What was once sparkly black pain turned dull and what was once beauty turned just as gray and drab as the country he found himself in.

With the new millennia, the Judge felt a small hand force the handle on his driver’s side door open, jarring him back to a certain kind of consciousness. The woman was slight but confident, had an air of knowledge when she popped his hood. She muttered under her breath, cursed the state he was in and by the end of the day, he was being loaded onto the flat bed of one of those strange flat nosed trucks. She called herself Indiana. It took her years to restore him. She took her time and did it right… sometimes it’d be weeks where he would see nothing but the closed door of her garage, nothing but a motorcycle for company. Then, she’d be back and it was like she never left. When she had to wait for parts, she’d just move on to fixing something else. It took her two years before she was turning her garage into a paint booth. He was nervous then… would she paint him some obnoxious color? Like neon green?! Or that gaudy orange?! But he needn’t have worried. She’d sent away for the special black. And finally, the last thing she did before applying a sturdy clear coat was apply his decal. If he could have purred, he would have. She brought him back. Decades of being left to rot, forgotten and neglected… and she made it all go away. The first time she took him out… the world had changed so much but she treated him right. She knew where she could take him and where she couldn’t. And though his anxiety spiked when she pulled him back into the garage… he quickly got over that. He became her daily driver. He wasn’t some fancy thing to keep locked up. He was a car. Her car. He’d hear people at her work ask to drive him and she’d shut them down right quick and in a hurry. Because he was her car. And that’s how it stayed. For a long time. He grew comfortable in that one, undeniable fact.

Until a fucking redwood slid behind the wheel. He called himself Simon. He didn’t care if he called himself the fucking Pope. If he could have not started, he would have done that. But he wasn’t going to embarrass all of her hard work. Simon was nervous… as he should have been, Judge had thought. But… eventually, he came to accept that sometimes this giant of a man would drive him. He only accepted it because he always came back to her. And for years, that’s how it stayed.

But then something changed. He wasn’t sure what exactly. But someone new climbed behind the wheel. Another man. An older man. He was respectful and reverent, not nervous. He seemed almost… giddy, in a certain sense. He didn’t go too slow but he didn’t see what he could do, either. He drove him like she did. Like he was just a regular car. It left him… wanting the man to test him out… let him show him what he had under the hood. Let him blow someone’s doors clean off. But he didn’t test him. He knew things were changing, things he didn’t understand. When they arrived at base that morning… and Simon was standing there, looking like someone had stolen something from him. Judge didn’t care what was going on with the men, as long as one of them made sure the keys found their way back to her hand at the end of the day.

Because he was her car… and always would be.

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Chapter 5: Check Mate, Mate.

Warnings: Jealousy if you squint? Simon being kind of a jerk and Morgan being kind of a punk.

Chapter Note: Originally, this was going to be 'Indian Summer' but that chapter's leadup was getting way too long so it just ended up its own chapter all together.

Chapter Characters: Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Bravo 6" Price, Mentions of Stacy.

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Simon’s brow furrowed as he glanced over at the Judge again, parked in Price’s usual spot, the car looked entirely out of place. He had… so many questions. And absolutely none of them doused the odd discomfort he felt over seeing his Captain pull up in that car. He respected Price, had known him for a long damn time but in that moment, he’d felt the urge to charge over and jerk him out from behind the wheel and throw him down onto the pavement. He checked his phone again. Nothing. He’d texted Indie as soon as he could see straight. -WTF is Price driving the Judge?- It’d been radio silence from her. He sighed heavily and scrubbed a hand down his face, the fabric of his ‘on base’ mask shifting but not revealing anything. An hour later, he heard the unmistakable rumble of her Indian in the parking lot. He forced himself not to go out there and meet her, confront her for not answering him.

Morgan sighed behind her desk, tapping out the last few words on the report she was finishing up. It was nearly lunch time and she was starving but she was also avoiding going to the mess. Because she knew Simon was waiting somewhere for her. Probably ready to jump her as soon as she left the office she shared with Soap and Gaz, both of which were currently on a mission. She had just saved the file when she about came up out of her chair, her door bursting open… she looked and immediately glared at Simon- who was balancing two trays and making his way gingerly into the room before kicking her door shut again. He wasn’t doing it to be loud or anything, just the result of not having hands to wrestle the thing with. “Well, hello to you too.” She muttered before she readjusted her chair.

Simon clinched his jaw, reminding himself that he’d agreed (with himself) that he wasn’t going to come in here all pissed off. That bringing her lunch was just a way to keep her contained and that she wasn’t the enemy. She was his best mate. He could just bloody talk to her. He set her tray down and ignored her side-eye as he settled into the chair in front of her desk, balancing his tray on his lap. “Figured this was the only way I was going to see you today.” His eyes flicked up to gauge her reaction to his statement. The sigh and the way she frowned slightly gave him a lot of information.

Morgan shook her head slightly and leaned back in her chair, grateful for the food but not looking forward to the discomfort the conversation was going to bring. “Been busy.” She inched her tray around just a little and ignored his huff of breath. She heard him peeling back the seal on his salad dressing, watched as he doctored up his lunch… and ignored the way he pulled his mask up to perch on his nose. She got busy doing the same when he didn’t say anything else.

Simon ate in companionable silence for quite a while… until half his lunch was gone. He was busy stabbing repeated layers of lettuce onto his fork, licking the oily feeling of the dressing off his molars when he decided to finally speak, knowing now that hunger wasn’t the cause of his anger, still – he’d keep it under control. “You and Price seem to be getting pretty close.”

Morgan scoffed through her nose and finished her bite of food. “Guess so.” You let him drive the Judge. She nodded, stabbing more aggressively than she had to in order to get the greenery onto her fork. You two fucking? She straight up choked on a bite, having to beat a fist against her chest. Her eyes wide as she looked at Simon with disbelief. He was just staring at her in that nonchalant, cool, don’t give a fuck kind of way of his. “What?!”

Simon lifted a single broad shoulder, his mouth twisting into a sort of shrug. “Just askin’.” Jesus, Simon, no! He took another bite of food even though it all tasted like ash now. “Would you tell me if you were.” He flicked his eyes back up to her, looking up at her from under his heavy brows.

Morgan was looking at him like he had grown a third fucking arm. “The fuck.” She couldn’t help but breathe out before she blinked rapidly at him. “It’s not any of your fucking business who I’m fucking, Simon.” She saw the way he slowly rested his fork down, his spine slowly straightening as he took on that air of Ghost for that brief moment. “But what the fuck? Price? You think I’d fuck my Captain, are you out of your fucking mind?”

Simon shrugged, keeping that ice cold exterior intact. “Not sure what to think. You’ve been blowing me off left right and fuckin’ center for weeks. Spendin’ all this time with him and now he’s driving your precious fuckin’ car.” He knew he was being way out of line with this but there was just… something about the amount of time her and Price were spending together that just… rubbed him the wrong fucking way.

Morgan set her fork down entirely and eased her tray away from her, a clear indication that she was done eating, not that she expected him to take her tray or anything, she’d do that in a bit. “Last I checked… I’m not your fuckin’ girlfriend.” .Check. She paused for effect. “Last I checked…” She perked a brow at him. “You already have one of those.” She stood up and picked her tray up, holding it in one hand easily. “So, how about you worry about her business instead of mine.” .Mate. She walked out of her office easily, she didn’t storm out or stomp, none of that. She just went to the mess and returned her tray before heading over to the gym to get some PT in before returning to her office, hopefully to find it empty.

Simon clinched his jaw tight as Morgan said her piece and left him sitting there in the wake of those pointed words. Check mate, indeed. And her point was made. True… he’d not really talked to Stacy a lot lately, in truth… he’d been too caught up in what the hell was going on with Price and Indie. But maybe that should change. Maybe he would call her and spend the weekend together. He got up and took a different route to the mess to return his tray, feeling a strange emotion somewhere between anger and discontentment fuel him as he texted his girlfriend.

Price held the punching bag and grunted as Indie landed on hell of a punch. “Hell, what’s got you so pissed off, love?” She shot him a heavy look, one thick with warning and he shifted his weight to be more behind the sandbag rather than beside it. Not because he was scared or anything… but… still, she had one mean left hook. He’d found her here when he went to her office, looking for one of the reports she was supposed to have done for him earlier but… there was no sign of her. He checked the parking lot and her bike was still here so he went to the next logical place and found her here wailing on this poor punching bag like it had disrespected her Momma. He spotted her and kept quiet until that devastating punch. “C’mon, Indie. Talk to me.” He grunted again when he had to brace his weight against another heavy hit, a kick this time. Nothing. “Liar.” He said pointedly. Another hit. Just… Simon. She panted between the words and he sighed because of them but braced again.

Morgan had worked up a good sweat and wasn’t even feeling the burn in her muscles at this point. What the hell had gotten into Simon today?! Price and her?! HA! It wasn’t always about sex! He, of all the god damned people on the planet, should fucking know that. Like she wasn’t allowed to have another guy friend. -hit- Like she wasn’t allowed to spend time with someone else. -hit- While he was off fucking some woman every whenever, however often he did it! -hit- And did she pitch a royal fit? No! -hit- She didn’t! -hit- She blinked when Price staggered back, realizing that he wasn’t quite ready for that hard of a kick. “Shit. Sorry.” He shook his head, waving the apology off. C’mon. It’s after six already. Let’s head out, let me make you some food and you can tell me about what has you all… he gestured between her and the bag. Homicidal. She smirked and gave a slight nod before she headed to the locker room.

Two hours later, John found himself sitting on her couch, his legs laced with hers as she sat against the opposite armrest. “You and me? Fucking?!” His brows were so high up that they nearly touched his hair, his blues sparkling from the wine he’d been drinking and the amusement both over the very idea of such a thing. She threw another piece of popcorn at him, which he batted away and which Sam ate readily. She gestured to him though and nodded, her expression similar. I know! What about any of this gives that impression?! He couldn’t help the laugh that barked out of him as the idea presented itself again. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was acting jealous.” She got quiet after that and he sighed, his hand settling on her shin. “Simon’s never been one for change, Indie. You know that.” She nodded.

Morgan picked through the dwindling bowl of popcorn that was perched on their knees. “I know. I just…” She shook her head at the whole thing. “I mean, I don’t get it. Even if we were, which… ew, just to be clear…” He nodded in agreement to her sentiment. “But even if we were… why would it even matter to him? I mean, really.” She felt his hand tighten on her leg. It would still matter, at least some. You are his best mate, love. She nodded and let out a heavy breath. That’s probably all it was. She watched as John took another sip of his wine… something she still found kind of funny. While she? She took another sip of her beer. What time do you leave tomorrow? She sagged down into the cushion. “Probably going to head out about three or so.” He nodded.

John tilted his head as he studied her. Indie was about to head off on her annual summer leave, a biking trip she took every single summer. Only this time… she wasn’t going with Simon. They’d already talked about it at great length, the guilt she felt over it and the fact that she felt like she needed the space – needed the clarity. He just said she should do whatever she felt was right for her. And that Simon was a big boy, he’d be alright. In turn, he’d agreed to watch Sam for her. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken care of the K9 and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. It was, however, the first time he had house set before. Granted, it wasn’t to be on a daily basis but he was going to come out here every few days so Sam could get a good stretch in and he could check up on the place. “Speaking of Simon… have you even told him that you’re leaving yet?” She sighed and he gave her a chastising look. “You need to at least tell him, it’s four weeks, love.”

Morgan groaned as she let her head fall back. “I know.” But she knew Simon was going to freak out about it and she couldn’t explain to him why she needed to go alone this year without giving herself away or further hurting his feelings by saying she needed to go specifically without him. “I figured I’d call him tomorrow night. Or… text him or something.” The look John gave her made her throw her hands up. “I can’t tell him that I need to take a break from him without hurting him and I can’t tell him why so it doesn’t hurt him without giving it all away!” She threw her arm over her eyes and groaned again before she felt the soft pat of a piece of popcorn landing on her face, glancing off and landing on the floor before being devoured by Sam. She looked at John sharply only to have to bite another piece out of the air. It’ll work out, love, don’t worry. Take the time to clear your head. She nodded and tossed him another piece, which he actually caught this time and the bright look of victory on his face was actually kind of adorable. John slept in the spare bedroom that night, having had way too much wine to drive back to his flat. He fell asleep with a small smile on his face over the memories of the evening… after the heavy conversation, their talk turned to lighter… far more entertaining topics. They told funny stories and just generally had a good time… which was something that was so damned easy to do with her. And he’d never seen himself as one to sit there throwing popcorn into someone else’s mouth like that – especially someone whom he wasn’t even seeing. Simon was so off with his question… John just didn’t see Indie that way. It was as simple as that. He didn’t see her like a sister or… a daughter or anything, she was a friend but… was quickly growing into one of the closest ones he’d had in… many years. Lenore would be happy that he had found someone to spend some time with, so he wasn’t buried in his work or sacked out on his sad sofa. He was certain she would… and she would have loved Indie, truly. She really would have.

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Chapter 3.5: Texting Interlude

Warnings: Jealousy if you squint?

Chapter Note: Phone screenshot is of Ghost's phone (I think I finally pinned down the right generator to use).

Chapter Characters: Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Simon "Ghost" Riley

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

#my writing #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod writing #fanfiction #judgement story #morgan indiana turner oc #fake texting #story texting

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Chapter 3: Price's Right

Warnings: Slight body insecurities?

Chapter Note: Phone screenshot is of Indie's phone (trying to find the right generator to use).

Chapter Characters: Morgan "Indiana" Turner, John "Bravo 6" Price, Sam (OC K9)

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Morgan tried. She really tried not to let the whole ‘Stacy Situation’ get to her. The few more times Simon had brought the woman around the team, she’d been nice to her because, after all, absolutely none of her own personal issues were her fault at all. Stacy was an innocent bystander in all of this. Hell- Morgan felt like an innocent bystander most of the time when it came to her damned feelings over Simon. No matter how hard she tried… it felt like she just couldn’t get him out of her head. And while it used to be a kind of pathetic pining feeling… now… more often than not, she just felt… sad. Because now… there it was, right there in her face, the walking, talking, embodiment of who she’d never be. What she’d never have.

Stacy was gorgeous. Curves in all the ‘right’ places, boobs that actually required a bra, the whole package. Simon’s typical fare. She had long brown hair streaked with lighter toned highlights that the woman either had naturally or would curl into these long loose spirals. Again, gorgeous – credit where credit was due. And again, it didn’t necessarily make her feel envious in the sense that it made her mad or anything. It just made Morgan feel… sad. And she became more determined than ever to finally get Simon out of her head once and for all- to get over him. Because this shit sucked. On a massive scale.

She gave herself a firm nod one morning over her coffee, a hand aimlessly scratching at Sam’s head right behind his ear while the shepherd leaned against her hip. She blinked and cocked a brow down at her phone, which was hooked to the charger on the counter as it dinged at her. It was a Saturday and luckily, that meant no having to go to work. She really hoped this wasn’t Johnny trying to get everyone together, again… so he could bombard Stacy with a million questions about her and Simon’s relationship so he and Gaz could shoot texts back and forth under the table like those muppets who judged everyone in the theater. She plucked the phone and blinked at it a few times.

Price smirked at the phone and tucked it into his back pocket before he slammed the tailgate shut on his old truck, his eyes flowing over the gear he’d already loaded up. He mentally checked off everything they’d need. Rods, check. Tacklebox, check. Ice chest, check. Picnic basket, check. He gave a firm nod and trotted back upstairs to his second story flat, grabbing his coat and boonie, locking up and heading back down to hop in his truck, tossing both behind him in the extended part of the cab. He’d been trying to play buffer for weeks now between Simon and Indie. At first… it was because he clocked what he was certain had been there for a while and something he had been kicking himself for not noticing sooner. Indie’s crush on Simon. Then again, she was damned good at hiding it. So good that it was painfully obvious that no one else knew, especially Simon. But, at first, he had wanted to stop any sort of rift in his team. They all needed to work together flawlessly, their lives and the success of their missions depended on it. But… the more time he spent with Indie… the more he realized that she was actually… a really nice person. She was kind. And that was a rare trait, never mind their line of work. And she was actually… hilarious. In truth, he didn’t know why her and Simon hadn’t gotten together already- they’d been best mates for years. He turned out onto the street and rolled his window down, letting in the crisp nearly Spring air. A nice, relaxing Saturday, fishing was just what the doctor ordered.

“This was a wonderful idea.” Morgan deadpanned as they stood under the tree by the banks of the brown water river, the sky opening up above them. She was soaking wet… poor Sam had already tried to shake his coat out at least three times, sending dog-scented water cascade out over both Price and herself. This tree had been the closest shelter that promised any sort of relief from the deluge.

Price chuckled, offering up a shrug as he wrung his boonie out. “At least we caught some fish before the rain started.” He looked over at her, she looked like a drowned rat and he couldn’t help but chuckle again at her appearance. She glared at him and he shook his head at her antics. “Ah, we’ve been through worse.”

“True enough, doesn’t make this pleasant.” She eyed the Captain with a suspicious eye. This impromptu fishing trip was… strange, to say the least. But it was like the culmination of the past few weeks of his… sudden attention. She didn’t get the vibe that he was coming onto her or anything like that, thank all that had ever been holy. Just… she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe he was lonely? Hell, she knew that feeling. She stuffed her hands into her pockets. “Alright, Cap. What’s eatin’ ya.” When he raised his brows at her, she gestured with her shoulder at their surroundings. “You got me out here in the middle of god’s nowhere… something’s gotta be on your mind.”

Price smirked at her. There was that kindness. Here he was, doing this for her… and she thought he needed something from her. He shrugged slightly, tugging his hat back on. “Just thought you could use the company.” She quirked a brow at him, her blonde hair disheveled from the way she’d brushed it back without thought. “Can’t be easy… seein’ Simon with his girlfriend every weekend. Thought… maybe you could use a break. If we’re out here, Soap can’t rope us into visitin’ the pub.” The moment Simon’s name left his mouth, he saw her shoulders tense.

Morgan blinked only once and gave a shrug. “Doesn’t bother me.” She watched Price give her a look. She muttered under her breath, sighing after before shaking her head. “Damn you and your… supernatural… perceptive… you’re a freak of nature, you know that?”

Price smirked and lifted a shoulder. “Probably. Doesn’t change the fact that I noticed.” He shifted his weight, leaning towards her. “Also doesn’t change the fact that I know it hurts you, seein’ him with her.”

Morgan’s face twisted up and she looked away from him quickly. She was quiet for a while, the sound of the rain around them. Eventually, she let out a shallow sigh. “I try not to let it get to me. I really do.” She felt his broad hand slip onto her shoulder, giving her a grip there like he did whenever the mission they’d been on didn’t go as planned… the same hold he gave all of them.

Price frowned slightly. “I know. See that, too.” He didn’t like the far off look she got in her eyes. “What do you want to do about it?” She shot him a confused look. “We’re a team, Indie. I’ll support you no matter what.”

Morgan hated the way the center of her chin shook just a little, how her eyes stung and her nose itched. “I just… I want it to all go away.” She nearly whispered. “I don’t want to…” She gestured lazily in front of her, her hand having slipped out of her pocket. “I don’t want to want him anymore. It hurts too much and I don’t have time for it.” Her shoulders fell, a feeling of being defeated filling her up.

Price nodded. He understood that… when your heart craved something that you couldn’t control. Something you couldn’t have. He saw the way she rubbed at her nose, how she blinked rapidly. He closed the distance between them and pulled her into a warm hug. “Give it time.” He didn’t know what else to say other than that. He felt her lean into him, as if she were so damned tired of this that she couldn’t hold her own weight up anymore.

Morgan let her forehead fall against Price’s shoulder, she nodded and just let the moment exist, with no expectation, no preamble, nothing. Just her and her Captain… no… her and her friend. She didn’t get that romantic vibe coming off of Price. Women had a sixth sense about these things. “Thank you, John.” She felt him rub her back slowly. Anytime, love.

#call of duty #fanfiction #cod writing #my writing #judgement story #captain john price #morgan indiana turner oc #john bravo 6 price #sam the k9 #not beta read we die like men #not edited really either #wanted to get this out before work this morning

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Judgement Masterlist

I'm working hard at trying to keep this all neat and organized. :D I'll edit as needed and keep it up to date but for now - it's obviously rather empty. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Main Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley & Morgan "Indiana" Turner (OC - I give all my female OC's the same callsign, I just like it.)

Supporting Characters/Cameos: John Price, John MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, König, Markus (OC), Nikolai, Sam (Dog OC), Kate Laswell

Chapters: Currently Planned 41 (I know! I know... I know I said on main that I was wanting to learn how to write shorter things but... this just kind of got away from me! In my defense... these are going to be short chapters... at least... that's the plan).

Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Warnings: Body issues/self esteem issues. Canon typical violence/injuries. Real-life common injuries. Couples issues and continued insecurities. I'll add more if it comes up but for now, that's it.

Ending: Happy. Because I love a good happy ending. :D

Character Introductions and Headcanons.

Simon "Ghost" Riley Judgement Headcanons <- posted

John "Bravo 6" Price Judgement Headcanons <- posted

John "Soap" Mactavish Judgement Headcanons <- upcoming

Crush <- posted

The New Girl <- posted

Price's Right <- posted 3.5 Texting Interlude <- posted

The Judge <- posted

Check Mate, Mate <- posted

Indian Summer <- posted

Turn Around <- upcoming

#my writing #judgement masterlist #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #konig cod #nikolai cod #kate laswell #ghost x oc

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Chapter 6: Indian Summer.

Warnings: Angst.

Chapter Note: So, I've been sitting here with this chapter kind of written up for weeks now - but work has been absolutely insane. So, I figured I'd just go ahead and send it out. I'm not happy with it but meh, is what t'is, right?

Chapter Characters: Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Bravo 6" Price, Mentions of Stacy, Sam (K9 oc).

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

The next afternoon, Morgan let out a steady breath as she felt the wind on her face… the dreary countryside would soon give way to the beauty of the coast but not before she’d have to stop for the night. Still… that was a ways out yet. Her bike was loaded down with its saddlebags, her leathers felt comfortable in a way that only years of owning them could provide… and the gently winding road was like a siren in its own right, calling her to leave her worries behind. Her annual trip was cathartic and necessary, no matter what was going on in her life. And yes, there was a pang in her heart over not hearing the added rumble of Simon’s Triumph beside her… but it was necessary. While she knew she’d always love Simon… she was hoping that the time and the miles would help her to fall out of love with him. To not feel her heart skip a beat each time she heard his voice or saw his beautiful honey colored eyes. She was trying… God knew she was fucking trying… but it was hard when he was there all the time. When he was busting into her office with lunches and swinging by every day to pop in while she was working. She blinked away the sting the whole situation brought and forced herself to focus on the road. Nothing else mattered in that moment. That was the thing about riding��� it was just you, your bike, and the road. The rest of the world could just fall away.

Simon felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he sat at the restaurant, listening to Stacy talk about a particularly needy client she’d had that day. He fished it out and checked the screen… and while he felt the sudden and intense, immediate urge to open the text, seeing as it was from Indie… he didn’t. She’d said it herself. He had a girlfriend and he should focus on her. So, that’s what he did.

The next morning, Simon climbed into his truck fighting a yawn… he knew he should probably feel bad about nearly always leaving so early whenever he stayed over at Stacy’s place but he just… didn’t. He’d work on that… add it to the list, right? He hung his phone on the magnetic cradle and the screen lit up, his notifications flashing for a moment… a reminder that he’d received a text last night. He swiped the box open and blinked a few times because… surely, he read that one wrong. Goin’ on leave, be back in 4 weeks. He felt a sudden, sharp pain fly across his chest and he swallowed against a strange tightness in his throat, his brow lowering as his expression turned into something close to angry. He turned his truck on and backed out of Stacy’s drive a little faster than he should have, not that it made much of a difference. The next thing he knew, he was throwing the truck in park and killing the engine in front of Indie’s pebble-side. He felt a strange… odd sort of… panic? He wasn’t sure what the fuck he was feeling, if he was going to be honest as he let himself into her house with the key he had on his keyring. “Indie?!” He barked out… nothing. Not even the jingle of Sam’s tags. He hauled himself up the stairs, taking three at a time before he found himself at the top, her room was basically the attic… and it was only past a barely there door that he was in it. The bed was empty. He charged back down the stairs and through the house, nearly tripped over the threshold as he shouldered the door open into the garage, flicking the light on. The Judge was there, sitting like some kind of strange guard but her bike was gone. He locked up when he left and was sitting in his truck, engine off, for a good five minutes before he tore his phone off the cradle and mashed her contact harder than required because come on, not buttons anymore. He hung up on the voicemail, not trusting himself to leave a message. He was… kind of stunned, really. So… he just went home.

He had just gotten out of the shower when his phone went off and he nearly dove for it, mashing the green icon that glowed beneath the crystal skull he had as her contact photo. “Where are you?” The words just fell out of his mouth, hard and commanding, like they were on a mission. There was a beat, a pause before she spoke. Nearly to Devon. “Specifically.” Another pause. Why? “Because I’ll put in—” No, Simon. She cut him off before he could really get going. He sat down on the edge of his bed and felt… he wasn’t sure. “What the fuck, Indie? Wha…” His word died out as he threw a hand up and let it fall back down. “You just went without me?” For the first time in four years, they weren’t taking this summer bike trip together. He heard her sigh, could hear the quiet wind in the background, knowing she was pulled off alongside the road somewhere… knowing that she was out there alone, he could just picture her sitting on her bike with the phone pulled up to her ear, helmet resting on the seat in front of her. And the thought made him, not angry as he suspected it would have but… actually, kind of sad. He couldn’t help but remember their last face to face conversation. “If this is because I asked about you and Price, I’m sorry. It really isn’t any of my—” That’s not it. “Th…” His voice fell off again as he swallowed against that damned tightness in his throat. “Then what…” He heard her sigh before she spoke. I just needed to get away, clear my head. “About what!” He couldn’t help the way his voice rose up, his hand lifting to push his thumb and index into his eyes to fight off the stupid, irritation that was showing up there. Things, okay! Can’t you just… I just need the time. Can you give me that? Please? He heard a strange… sort of plea in her voice that he’d never heard before and it made him feel… hell, he had no idea! None of this made any damned sense to him! He let out a heavy sigh, bowing his head even though he gave a slight nod. “Yeah, a’ight. Just… just be safe, okay and… n’ let me know where you are every… just keep me updated.” He settled on that. Alright. He heard a strange hesitancy there and something told him that… he’d hardly be hearing from her. He wanted to ask… if it was him? If he’d done something wrong? I need to get back on the road. He frowned but forced himself to bid her goodbye. When the line went dead he sat there for a moment… before he flung his phone across the room like it was a skipping stone, listening as it collided with the drywall, putting a noticeable dent in it just above the baseboard. He wasn’t mad at her. He was just… upset. Upset. He’d never really understood the word before now. Not really. Pissed? Hurt? Angry? Sad? Those things, those emotions he understood. But the generalization of just being ‘upset’? That had eluded him until now. Because his emotions were all over the place about this. But… if she needed the time… he’d back off.

Two weeks later…

Morgan trotted past the open gate of the rental she’d booked for the night, a bright grin on her face as she watched Sam leap out of Price’s truck and race towards her. “Hey, boy!!” She fell down to her knees, the sandy soil pooling around her jeans as she gave the excited shepherd a good scratch, chin lifting to avoid his excited kisses. Hey, love. She was stand back up when she felt John’s arm go around her shoulders, giving her a firm squeeze. “Hey, old man.” He chuckled and she leaned into him, his bag hanging down from his hand as they walked to the cottage, Sam racing happy circles around them. Later, she sat on the back deck that overlooked the beautiful Cornwall coast, nursing a beer as she watched the sunlight fading, chuckling as John fought against the gas grill. Bloody thing. “Extra crispy there, Captain?” He shot her a mock glare. Too many muppets at the dials of this thing over the years is my guess. She smirked as she watched him pick up his glass of freaking wine, while he flipped a burger with the turner in his other hand. If that wasn’t a juxtaposition, she wasn’t sure what was. Sam had tired himself out, running on the grassy lawn that came with the place, and was now sacked out in the grass, lazily biting at bugs. You talk to Simon? The question came flying at her like a damned bug. She winced slightly and felt a streak of guilt fly through her. “A little.” She weathered a look from John. It was the truth though. She’d texted Simon a few times since she’d talked to him on the side of the road. Just locational data though. She didn’t know what else to do… her plan of trying to get over him wasn’t exactly working. She just missed him like crazy. But she gave herself a pass. It had only been a few weeks. She wanted to ask how he was doing but she bit the inside of her cheek a little instead.

They ate passable burgers and drank their drinks at the outdoor table… talked about nonconsequential shit late into the night. John had missed having Indie around and he didn’t hide that fact either. He had taken four days off, plus his weekend to travel with her. In his truck. He wasn’t about to get a bike or anything crazy like that. He was certain Lenore would come down from heaven and smack him upside his head if he did that. As he laid on the couch, listening to the sounds of the waves coming in through the open windows, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted about these two muppets. Simon had been going through the motions at work but he was a mess, even though he didn’t want to admit it. He missed Indiana and her going on this trip without him had hurt him. But John also knew why she needed to get away from him. This whole thing could be solved if they’d just get over their hangups and get together but he also knew that there was a very real possibility that Simon might not actually feel romantic about her. And that would shatter Indie’s heart. And she very well could leave the team if that happened. It was as delicate as a bomb… and Simon had no idea.

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