#thoughtsandbones

[thoughtsandbones]

A cranium full of tea and coffee

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Cafe Reader

Synopsis: Ghost takes a trip to a cafe out of town and meets a curious young lady and bond over books.

Warnings: Fluff basically, slightly OOC Ghost.

Song inspo: Baba O' Riley - The Who, Asleep - The Smith, With You - AP Dhillon, Wise Enough - Lamb and Excuses - AP Dhillon

A/N: (Discovered AP Dhillon a few weeks ago, because I have a bad habit of listening to songs/bands I already know...) SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL COFFEE SHOPS!!

(Reader is wearing glasses cos who doesn't love glasses...? Also I assume my reader is South Asian because there is a lack of South Asian representation for COD fanfics sorry not sorry)

MASTERLIST

It was quiet rainy Thursday afternoon in the the small town centre of Maidsfield. Ghost had the next seven days off and he was already bored out of his mind in his flat in London that he decided to take a train to a nearby town centre, Maidsfield, on the outskirts of London.

As he sat on the train he pulled out a book from his rucksack, flicking through the pages. His firm fingers ran over the bumps of the illustration on his new hardback copy of Stephen King's Salem's Lot.

Ghost hated the hustle and bustle of London cafes. All full of business folk, rushing in and out, talking too loudly on their mobiles, hosting noisy meetings next to him.

Office folk should stick to the office he remarked to himself the one and only time he went to a chain cafe in central London when a bunch suits sat next to him cackling over their espressos. When he looked up from his book he caught one the suits staring at him, giving him an odd look. Of course Ghost was wearing his signature skull balaclava, which often meant every day folks staring at him with odd looks.

Ghost returned the book in his backpack and sighed heavily, hitting his head back on the headrest of his seat. The carriage he sat in was virtually empty. He looked behind him as the train pulled to a stop and the other passenger got off. Ghost took this opportunity to go the toilet and switch from his regular skull balaclava to a black face mask the covered his nose and mouth, leaving the top of his head bare.

Before placing the mask on, Simon quickly brushed out his messy light brown hair so it was somewhat neat. He didn't wear any black paint today, partially because he forget his standard paint at base and also thought he'd give his skin a break today. Giving a final glance at himself in the small mirror he sighed again and raised his eyebrow at his reflection.

Simon left the toilet, and swung his backpack over his right shoulder, and stood by the doors as the train reached his stop. When the doors opened, he stepped out and pulled up his hoodie to combat the rain.

Walking out the station, Simon stood momentarily to the side. He realised he had to no idea where he was going in this new town. This was quite unusual for Simon, always a man prepared for anything and everything, especially on the battlefield. But this was not the battlefield. For the next seven days he had to acclimatise to civilian life.

Coffee shop sprung into his mind at last, and he walked down the road past various hurrying from shop to shop, trying to shield themselves from the onslaught of rain that came battering down.

Simon didn't mind the rain, he was strangely comforting to him, but as it became heavier he soon realised he had to find refuge in a warm cafe.

A chain coffee shop was just on his right, Simon glanced into the shop and saw that it was very busy, partially full of suits.

Fuck chain coffee shops he thought and walked on down further into the town. Simon was determined to find a small cafe that was not too busy.

Turning right down a small alleyway, Simon walked down the cobblestones pathway and noticed a coffee shop that drew him in instantly, Cerebrum Coffee Potions, which had a logo underneath of a white skull with a snake wrapped around the base.

Simon walked in and saw that it was virtually empty

"Afternoon!" Said the lady behind the counter who working behind the coffee machine

"Afternoo'" Simon said, shaking off the rain that drenched his jacket.

He noticed on the side a winding staircase that led upstairs. He took in the cafe, the various gothic art in black frames and antique tables and chairs adorned the bottom floor.

"Bit wet outside?" The lady said laughing slightly at Simon's drenched jacket and hood that covered his damp hair.

"Just a bit" Simon said, forcing a chuckle moving over to the till, gazing at the menu behind.

"What can I get you?" the lady said wiping her hands on her apron.

"Tea, Earl Grey please" He said and the lady typed away on the tablet. Simon gazed again at the winding staircase.

"There's space upstairs if you'd life" The lady said, noticing Simon's wondering eyes.

"Cheers" He said, returning to look at the total amount on the card machine.

"That's £2.30 please" She said, Simon pulled out his card and tapped it against the machine.

"Wonderful, I'll bring it up to" She said

"Thanks" Simon said, and made his way up the staircase, the walls were also decorated with more artwork of various skulls, both human and animal, woven with flowers or snakes.

As Simon reached the first floor, he noticed a younger woman, wearing a black hoodie, blue jeans with bright pink boots, sitting in the corner typing away on her laptop. Tortoise shell glasses framed your face that moved as your scrunched your nose. You looked up at Simon, who moved to the table in the opposite corner.

You smiled briefly as you locked eyes with him, Simon nodded back as he took a seat. Returning to typing, Simon pulled out his book and placed it on the table as he took his wet jacket off and placed it on the chair next time.

His eyes wondered at the antique coffee machine opposite him, serving as a condiment table. So far, he felt comfortable and relaxed compared to the chain coffee shops that had previously been in.

The barista came up the stairs holding a tray and placed it on the table where Simon sat.

"Anything else I can get you?" She asked him

"No, all good thanks" Simon said, moving the tray close to him and taking the black teapot, white teacup and saucer off and setting it to the side.

The barista smiled and walked over to the other lady in the corner.

"R/n, how's the report going?" She asked

You looked up with a disappointed look, pouting your full lips at the barista.

"Awful Jane" You sighed "Only so many times I can say experiment didn't work out well due to lack of time" You continued

"Awh, well I'm sure your supervisor will understand" Jane replied giving a smile.

"Hmm, hope so" You said smiling before returning to her laptop.

Simon watched as the barista walked back down the winding stairs, before pouring his tea in the cup, where he noticed there was also a skull embossed in black on the side.

I like this place so far Simon thought to himself as he poured the tea into his cup, placing one sugar cube, taking the vintage spoon stirring the hot dark amber liquid before adding a dash of milk.

He gazed at the lady in the corner again, who was making funny faces at her laptop as she typed with fervor, leaning closer and closer to her screen.

After he was sure that she wouldn't look, Simon took off his mask and took a sip of his tea. The taste of bergamont slid over his tongue, mixed with the sweetness of sugar. The warmth soothed his cold shoulders as he took another sip.

"Ahhh" Simon moaned aloud, he looked up briefly to see if you had noticed, yet you were still typing away, one eyebrow raised and only inches away from the screen of your laptop. Stopping momentarily, you rest your head on your left hand, with your pinky finger you slide your glasses up your nose bridge.

A part of him wanted to say 'Any closer and you'd be in your laptop' but he held his tongue. He opened his book and began re-reading the first chapter of his new hardback.

You sighed heavily and withdrew from your laptop, you leant so far back that your head hit the white brick wall behind you. Your skull bounced softly. Confusion struck you. You hit your head again on the white brick wall, and your skull bounced again.

Simon looked up curiously as you repeated the move, eyes bewildered as you knocked your head again.

Why is the wall so soft? You thought, whacking your head a bit harder this time, and then repeated the motion a few more times, staring blankly at the red walls in front of you. Withdrawing your hands from the keyboard of the laptop you touch the brick wall, as you pressed against it, felt it was soft slightly.

Of course it's a fake brick wall... You conclude, bouncing your skull again. You look over at the man in the corner, who was staring at you with his bright blue eyes in confusion. Your eyes widened as you realised you were not alone... The man in the corner had locked his eyes on you, you noticed his

"Ah sorry" You laugh nervously "It's a fake brick wall" you add smiling at him and touching and pointing to the wall behind you.

Simon was taken aback by that smile, that showed dimples in your cheeks.

"S'alrigh'" He said before returning to his book, smiling under his mask. Returning his focus back to the book, but his eyes flickered back to you.

Picking up the cup, Simon took another sip, taking pleasure in the sweet hot tea, he turned the pages of his book, fingers tracing the edges of the next page as he read on.

You got up from your table and went downstairs, grabbing another coffee from Jane. As you made you way up the stairs, you noticed that the man was reading a Stephen King book from the bold font on the spine.

"Stephen King fan huh?" You blurt as you caught eyes with the man again.

Simon cleared his throat "Yeah" he said closing the book, showing the cover.

"Salem's Lot!" You say grinning at him "I like Carrie, got a signed copy when he came into town last year at Page Stoner"

Simon leaned back in his chair, wonder captivated him.

Finally, someone who also likes Stephen King he thought, reminiscing the time he tried to get Johnny to read this book, but refused stating he hated anything to do with horror.

"Carrie is a good one" he said moving his hand from the table and resting it on the edge of the empty wooden chair next to him.

"Did you go to Page Stoner to see him?" You asked, taking a sip of coffee, still standing near his table.

Simon was confused, Page Stoner?

"Ergh no, I'm not from here" He said

"Ahhh" You sigh, "Where do you hail from then?"

"London" Simon said, not telling the whole truth "Wanna sit down?" He added motioning to the chair opposite him.

"Sure" You said smiling, setting down your coffee on his table "Let me just pack my things" You said, realising that you left your stuff unattended.

Simon watch you sit in the chair opposite, taking another sip of coffee.

"What's your name?" You ask

"Simon" He replied

"Nice, I'm R/n" you say, smiling again brightly

"Nice to meet you R/n" Simon said, admiring the dimples in your cheeks.

"So what do you do for a living?" You ask

Simon looked down at his half empty cup. He knew this was dangerous territory and didn't want to give too much away.

"Army" He said, blue eyes meeting yours.

"Ahh, Royal Marine?" You guess, judging by his muscular and tall build.

"Can't say" He murmured, taking his mask off, so he could take another sip of his tea.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to pry" You said, looking down at your cup of coffee, briefly looking at his face, you saw a glimpse of several scars over his lower jaw and over his nose.

"It's okay" Simon replied "How about you?" He asked placing his mask back on.

"Student, studying a masters in chemistry at UCL" you say "But I live here, commute to university"

"Nice" Simon said, looking down at his cup, observing you as you took another sip.

"How's your tea?" You ask

"Best Early grey I've had" Simon chuckled, tapping the edge of his cup with his right hand.

"This coffee shop is great. Better than those shitty chain stores"

"Indeed" Simon agreed with you.

"You like any other Stephen King books?" He asked, clearing his throat again.

"Yeah, I love IT and The Shining" You say, remembering you had a copy of The Shining in your bag, pulling it out to show Simon.

Simon took ahold of the book, flicking through the worn pages, clearly read many times.

"Didn't get this signed then?" He said, opening the first page of the book.

"Nah, was only allowed to get one copy signed..." You said remembering the look on Stephen King's face when you brought five of his books with you to the signing.

"Did you try and get more than one book signed?" Simon asked, grinning under his mask.

"Yeah..." You said, guilt flooded your face, cheeks turning slightly pink.

The rain outside pounded against the window where they sat, you look out, eyes trailing the raindrops running down the glass. Thunder bellowed outside. Perfect weather to be inside.

"Good thing you settled with Carrie" He said, setting his eyes again on you.

"Hmm" You smile in agreement

"I haven't read The Shining..." Simon started, staring back down at your copy, running his forefinger against the creases of the worn spine.

A grin appeared on your face as your eyes met. Simon saw your deep doe eyes glisten slightly.

Was this guy flirting..? You ponder,

"I haven't read Salem's Lot.." You replied, grinning mischievously.

"Want to do a swap?" Simon suggested

What are you doin'? A little voice spoke up in his head

"I'd love to" You say beaming at him.

Simon took in your big smile, that it made your dimples even deeper which caused a warmth to spread across his chest.

"Any chance you have a pen?" He said without thinking

Don't do it the little voice whispered again in his head

"Sure" You say, reaching for you rucksack, and taking out a pen from the outside pocket and handing it to Simon.

Simon grabbed a clean napkin from the tray and wrote his number down, his fingers went numb slightly as he hurriedly finished the last four digits.

"If you're in London the next few days, we should meet up" He said, handing the napkin over to you.

Taking the napkin, you fingers graze his for a moment, Simon ran his fingers against yours, a sharp zing simmered from his fingertips, up his arm to his chest, he quickly retracted his hand before temptation grew to hold your hand in its entirety.

The stairs creaked as Jane the barista came up, stopping just at the top.

"Sorry, guys, I'm about to close" She said

"Ah shit, it's 4:30 already?" You say bewildered checking your watch.

"Yep, times flies eh!" Jane said as she made her way back down.

Both you and Simon began to pack your belongings, Simon handed Salem's Lot over to you, and he placed your copy of The Shining in his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"You heading home now?" You ask

"Yeah, train station actually." He replied

You nod at him and then peer out the window, it was still raining. You notice his jacket was slightly damp still. Your heart fluttered a bit, as you thought about offering to walk with him... He seemed so enticing and it was actually great to meet another avid reader of Stephen King.

Pulling out an umbrella from your backpack you hold out to Simon

"Think you might need this" laughing slightly as you motion to his damp jacket with the umbrella

Simon chuckled and moved closer to you, peering down at your slim frame and then looked out at the ever persistent rain outside.

"Think we both need it" He said raising his left eyebrow and then motioned with his head.

"Guess we'll have to share it then" You say smiling

"I'd like that" Simon said, gesturing you to go first down the stairs.

Once outside, you opened the umbrella, Simon took ahold of it, placing his hand briefly on your back as you both walked away from the coffee shop. You were quite surprised at how tall he actually was when you stood beside him. Together you walked down the wet cobblestones towards the train station.

Simon looked down at you and smiled under his mask. Today, he was grateful that he hated chain coffee shops, because it meant he met someone sweet like you.

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[thoughtsandbones]

Our fellow hidden humorous

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc (codename: Blue)

WARNINGS: Mention of alcohol, mental health/self harm scars, fluff, just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

(shall we speed up with the fluff? 💀💙)

Song inspo: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John and

Word count: 5.1K

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4 and PART 5

Part 6

~A 141 pub outing~

This time last week you had set foot back on this base. 7 days. It has been 7 days and you were slowly making yourself blend back into the military regime.

You feel the joy of routine that was brought with the army. Getting up early, exercise, join in on the occasional drill, practise shooting and then the rest of the day in the infirmary as the 141's in house doctor and as a liaison doctor with the Royal Medical Corps on base. The previous experience you had with the 141 had made you a valued asset again for the team.

The infirmary no longer barren but upon near completion. Semi-operational you had started to compose a list of tasks that needed to completed. Both in your head and in your black journal that had been a staple in your medical career. Tasks written down on each page, occupying each of the minutes that passed each day. 20 minute run. Surgery for 3 hours. Rotations that needed to done. Focusing on the task at hand.

It was exactly 17:05pm today. Thursday. This exact time last week you landed here at base. Your new place of rest. The next chapter of your life.

You now realise how tense you were last week. The first few days you scrunched your shoulders. Contracting the muscles in your back, on edge and rigid. No longer feeling rigid, but you remain stoic and composed.

Soap invited you out this evening to the local pub that the team frequented. You vaguely remember it. It had been a long time, and honestly you were not that much of drinker back then.

Exercise had helped ease the tension. Drills had helped you ease the looming anxiety by focusing. Sinking into the moment.

Price, Soap and even Ghost had been impressed by your eagerness to attend these drills and practise shootings.

"Shame you can't come with us on missions and patch us up there and then." Soap had said after you unloaded your last mag on the L96 sniper rifle and were placing the rifle back in its storage.

You smirked and shook your head.

A deep grunt came from Ghost next to him as he placed his weapons away.

"Come to the Anchor this evening" Soap had suggested as the three of you left the shooting range.

You mulled over the thought a feeble "hmmm" comes out of you

"Lt is coming, Gaz is back today and Price will be there too" Soap continues, adamant in his attempt to join them

You look up over to Ghost, who was a few paces behind you, who was looking at you. You could feel his eyes drilling at the back of your skull. You then turned back to Soap

"Maybe, need a few things to finish up in the infirmary" You say finally

"Lassie you work too hard" Soap says trying swat you. You dodge his attempt and give a small laugh.

Ghost watched on as he saw Soap talk to you. How could he talk to you with such ease was beyond him. The past week he could not keep himself from looking at you whenever you entered the mess hall, passed each other in the hall; you'd always give a smile, not the one he remembered, not the one the one that brightened your eyes and made them crinkle in the corner, but a small one that only used the left corner of your lips, and was quick, as if your lacked the energy to smile properly.

He still hadn't told you who is really was. That the man walking behind you, under the mask was Simon. Simon Riley. But now he was no longer the Simon who was a sergeant under The Captain, not the same Simon you knew. Not the one who you used to tease along with the other four cadets. He was now just Ghost.

The three of you headed back to your rooms, crossing the near empty tarmac of base. The sun setting low in the horizon. Ghost watched as you turned your head to the sunset, he could see the side of your face, a smile creeping across your lips as you gaze at the sun, the rays making your brown skin more radiant.

On the way to your room, situated just two doors down from the infirmary you turn to both Ghost and Soap

"I'll see you guys down at the Archer then" you finally give Soap his much awaited answer as you unlock the door to your room.

Soap turns towards you "Aye lassie knew you'd come" he glees

"See ya later" Ghost says to you, you turn to him and smile nod your head to him and then close the door to your room.

Collapsing on your bed. Briefly recharging your social battery for this evening. You convince yourself that this evening will help you bond with the team and gain their trust.

"A hot shower seems perfect right now" You say to yourself

Price and Soap seem to have taken you in warmly. Yet Ghost... You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he did not like you...

Later on that evening

It was 20:30pm, you walked down to the pub, hands in the pockets of your leather jacket. A quick google map search showed it was only 10 minutes away outside base.

Your hair was wavy as a result of the braids you put in earlier during the practice shooting session, letting your hair loose this evening. Wearing black skinny jeans and a baggier grey t-shirt covered by a leather jacket. Opting for your trainers this evening.

Once you were near the pub you spot Price, taking a drag of a cigar, and Ghost outside, next to the other smokers as they both conversed with one another.

One stark difference you notice is that Ghost had swapped his hard skull mask for a black balaclava that had a skull print in white on it. He had the hood of his hoodie up. You notice the black paint wearing off around his eyes.

"Evening" you say to them as you approach the both of them

"Hari! Price exclaims before taking another drag of his cigar

You look over to Ghost who gives you a nod hello. Nodding back and giving him a smile, noticing in the street lights above that his eyes. They were blue, surrounded by long blonde eyelashes. Your eyes drew into his like a magnet.

"Soap and Gaz are inside, we'll join you in a bit" Price said, continuing to take a drag.

You nod at him and walk through the door. You see Soap and Gaz in the corner. Walking over to them, they both look up at you, Soap starts grinning

"Alrigh' lassie?" Soap says

"All good, yourself" You reply back smiling as you sit down, Gaz gives you a nod whilst he took a sip of his pint

"Good" Soap responds.

You hold out your hand towards Gaz "Nice to meet you sir, I'm Hari" you say

Gaz nearly chokes on his drink when you call him sir

"Please, call me Gaz, sir is reserved for Price" he says laughing "Nice to meet you Doc"

You smile at him

"Let me get yer a drink Hari? Wine?" Soap presumes

"No thank you, I'm not drinking alcohol this evening, I'm assisting in a surgery tomorrow with the RMC" You reply

Price and Ghost came back inside, Price sitting next to you and Ghost opposite of you, you smile at the both of them.

"Surely you can have one glass of wine? I'll get you one!" Soap says placing his hands on his thighs ready to get up.

"Bold of you to assume I like wine" You quipped at Soap and give him a playful smirk.

Price and Gaz laugh, Soap gaped at you and Ghost smirked under his mask.

"I'm going to grab a drink , anyone want anything?" You say as you get back up, hoping no one will follow you as you look around the four men.

"I'm alright thanks" Gaz says giving you a nod

"Got my pint, cheers Hari" Price says

"Nee' ter fini--s' this -brew" Soap says suppressing an upcoming burp tapping his pint.

"All good 'ere" Ghost says looking at you. You smile back at them and turn to walk to the bar. Ghost's gaze follows you, he noticed you rotate your right shoulder two times as you walked to the bar clenching and then unclenching your fist.

"New doc seems nice" Gaz said as he surveyed you, taking a sip from his pint.

"Aye, lassie is a nice one, a wee bit puzzlin' though" Soap says

"How so?" Gaz asks, confusion taking ahold of his face looking at Soap and then Price

Soap drops his head and brings his hand up to cover his mouth and ~quietly~ burps.

"Soap relax, she is just settling back into military life, and has done extremely well over the past week" Price said, his face brightening. "Infirmary looks amazing, and she's joining in on drills and practice sessions." He adds.

"Wow, considering the shit state it was before, hope it looks good" Gaz says.

"Does look really goo'" Soap says, his words slurring a bit. "Like a hospital" he adds.

Ghost kept his eye on Soap, and then looked down at the two other empty glasses besides his half-finished pint in his hand.

He's part pissed already Ghost thinks and reverts his eyes to you standing at the bar. Your brown hair loose and wavy cascading down your back. You shift between one leg and the other, left hand in your jacket pocket, your fingers on your right hand tapping against your thigh as you wait for the barman to finish serving a group of ladies on the left of you, several of whom kept glancing over to him.

You lift your right arm and flick the shorter strands of hair back and turn around to look behind you and you meet Ghost's gaze, and take a deep inhale through your nose and smile at him. Ghost diverts his gaze down to his drink and swirls the ice in his glass.

You turn back around facing the bar, no longer feeling Ghost's eyes drilling in your back.

"Sorry, I'll be with you in a few moments" the barman says towards

"No worries mate, take your time" you respond, giving him a weak smile.

Thinking back to his eyes. The wearing off the paint had shown his true eye colour. Blue. An enigmatic deep blue that left you bewildered and drew you in like a magnet, somehow, you don't know how, those eyes have looked at you before.

I wonder what kind of person he is you think to yourself. Who are you behind those blue eyes. What thoughts linger along the grey matter enclosed by your cranial bones.

Once you get your drink, pint of Coca Cola, with a lime wedge and ice, you head back over to the table where the rest of the team sat.

Ghost looks back up over to you and sees you looking right back, your drink in hand.

You keep your eyes locked on him as you make your way over to the table; continuing to think about the voice of his inner workings seeping through his spinal fluid

You grab a cardboard coaster that lay near Price, and place your drink on top.

"Wha-t'd yer ge'?" Soap asks, heavy Scottish accent looms

"Pint of coke" You say dryly, bringing up the cold glass up to your mouth and taking a sip, relishing in the sudden rush of the cold coke moistening your tongue that became dry.

"How was leave Gaz?" Price asked Gaz

"It was good, nice to relax a bit" He replied

"Do anything nice?" You ask him. Gaz looks at you and smiles,

"Saw few mates back home and played bit of football" He said

"Thin' we sho-ud' shots" Soap suggests out loud

You and Gaz look up to Soap, he was slightly swaying and wide eyed. Is he pissed? Thinking to yourself.

"Wouldn't mind one" Gaz said, giving Soap a pat with his right hand on his back.

"I'll have one too then Soap" Price says

A few moments later 5 shot glasses appeared on the table as Soap and Gaz place them in the centre of the table

Soap moves each of the shots in front of Gaz, Ghost, Price and you.

"Ah Soap" You say groaning, as he moves the shot towards you.

"C'mon Hari" Soap says noticing your grimaced face.

You take another sip of your coke and look at the shot in front of you. The unknown 25 mL colourless liquid.

Lifting up the shot to your nose, you instantly identify the liquid from the strong anise-flavoured smell. Sambuca.

"Nope" you say and slide the shot back into the middle of the table.

"C'mon" Soap said again

"I don't do sambuca, it's vile!" You explain, giving the shot a disgusted look and pushing it further away

"Okay then" Soap says huffing.

"Right lads" Price says picking up his shot, the other three follow his move "Welcome back to 141 Hari" Price resumed nodding to you as you meet his eyes.

You pick up your coke and join in the cheers, laughing slightly as the big glass towered over the shot glasses.

As you took a sip of your drink you noticed Ghost pull up his balaclava with his left hand whilst holding the shot in the other, and placed the edge of the shot in his mouth tilting his head back. This glance revealed his pale skin, dry lips that moistened with drops of sambuca, you noticed blonde stubble across his jaw. You diverted your eyes back down to your glass as he brought his mask and head down.

Ghost looks at you as you take another sip of your drink, you look back at him, locking him in with those glassy brown eyes, a few strands of your short hair fall, the ends touching the warm brown skin, near the edge of your cheek, he noticed they have pink hue. Another strand touched the corner of your lips, lips that were glossy and a slight pale red. His eyes spanned across those lips, noticing two very small brown moles, on the edge of the top lip on the left, and the other just above.

Soap and Gaz grimace after taking their shot, Gaz chases the shot down with a sip of his pint.

Feeling flushed all of a sudden, you take off your jacket and place it on the back of the chair, bringing your bare right arm on to the table and holding your glass and placing your left arm on your left thigh.

"Who's gonna have the spare shot?" You ask around the table smiling at the guys.

"Not me" Gaz says "Hari you're right, that stuff is vile" he adds

Price chuckles at Gaz and then takes a sip of his pint. You laugh at Gaz's comment.

"Aye, I'll 'ave it" Soap says grabbing the shot and downs it.

Leaning back in the chair and lifting your right arm, you run your fingers through your hair, pushing the shorts strands away from your face.

Ghost notices a black bone tattoo on your upper arm on the back, starting near your elbow and disappeared up your arm covered by your t-shirt. He traced his eyes back down your arm and then back up to your face. His eyes meet yours, locked in as you lower your arm down on the table again.

Soap also took note of your tattoo

"Nice tat'oo" He said slurring his words. You turn your gaze to Soap, you noticed his eyes became super wide. The alcohol was thoroughly coursing his body. "Why a bone?" He adds

"Never knew you had a tattoo" Price said looking at you arm as you lifted it up, pointing your elbow to the sky, your biceps flexed as you lifted the sleeve of your t-shirt down near your underarm, showing your tattoo in its entirety to the team.

"Cor lassie you have some muscles!" Soap blurted out pointing towards your arm. Gaz shakes his head and laughs.

"Johnny's drunk" Ghost said as he looked at him disapprovingly.

You were taken aback by Soap's comment and lowered you arm.

"It's the humerus bone" you say smiling, showing your teeth, looking at the tattoo

Soap was surprised by your smile, the same one who showed briefly on your first day. He felt a warm feeling spread across his chest. To be honest, think that was the alcohol

"Yer real pretty" Soap says gazing at you

Price and Gaz look at Soap with shocked looks and then turn to you. Ghost narrowed his eyes at Soap and then looked at you.

You snorted and then scoffed, shaking your head.

"Soap's off his trolley" you say to Ghost, who nods in agreement.

"Come off it Soap" Price says "Getting you some water" he adds and then gets up from his chair heading to the bar.

"'Onest-ly, yer are" Soap adds "Yer got a fella back home?" Soap asks grinning, his head bobbing.

"Fucks sake Johnny" Ghost gruffs, nudging him slightly in the sides and looks back over to you with cautioned eyes. Why did he have to get this pissed tonight he thought.

He saw how your face changed from that smile to annoyance. Your eyes wide as you come to grasp what Soap said.

"Nope, no one back home" You say say looking at Soap and then back to your half finished pint of coke, and take another sip, you meet Ghosts gaze again, you look back down as you lower the glass.

Soap tried to reach over to you, Ghost pushed him back slightly with his left arm, as Soap nearly knocked an empty glass over. Price walked over with a glass of water to Soap and set it in front of him.

"Drink up sergeant, you'll have a killer hangover tomorrow" Price says to him shaking his shoulder. Soap takes a sip of water. "Doc ain't going to be looking after you tomorrow" He adds looking over at you.

Price took in your face full of concern, your dark thick eyebrows burrowed close together. He suppressed a chuckle when he looked back over to Soap who started to hug the glass of water.

"You alrigh'?" Ghost asks noticing your face still was stern. You look up at Ghost, eyebrows still furrowed and lips pursed.

"All good" You say giving him a smile. "What you drinking lieutenant?" You add, nodding your head towards his glass, where the ice nearly melted

"Bourbon" he said picking it up and swirling the glass.

"A man of corn whiskey eh?" You say back to him, smiling.

"I love Kentucky" He says taking in your warm smile, and then felt the edge of his mouth curve a bit under his mask.

"Speakin' o' love" Soap butts in, sliding closer to Ghost, with his glass of water in hand pointing at you. Ghost turns to him in annoyance whilst you look on, bracing yourself for another drunk comment.

"Here we go" Price huffs, eyeing Soap as he watches the sergeant continue his drunken behaviour he'll surely regret tomorrow. Gaz places a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Ever been in love?" Soap says towards you

You scoff again at his bluntness, shaking your head.

"Long time ago" you reply taking a longer sip of coke, placing the glass back down, continuing to stare at the last remnants of ice in Ghost's drink.

"Awh did he break yer hear'" Soap said eyeing you, leaning across to Ghost who tried to nudge him off his shoulder.

You look up, and smirk at Soap's remark. He takes a sip of his water

"Yeah... she kind of did" You said, looking straight at Soap to take in his reaction.

Ghost's eyes widen at you. Soap chokes and spits out some water, some of it on Ghost who shoved Soap away from him. Price and Gaz laughed.

"Fucks sake Johnny, get a hol' yourself" Ghost grunts. You reach in your jacket pocket for a pack of tissues and hand one to Ghost.

"Thanks" He says grabbing the tissue and wiping his jacket.

"Time for us to head back now Soap" Price said chuckling and checking his watch, getting up from his seat and moving towards Soap who tried to get up by himself but was struggling.

"Gaz gimme a hand" Price says attempting to help Soap stand up and grab his jacket. Gaz gets up and moves towards Soap and Price.

You still sit and grab your drink, taking another sip. You eyes meet Ghost's who was still sitting as well.

"You two coming?" Gaz asks looking at you and Ghost.

"I'm gonna finish my drink" You say, lifting your glass.

"I'll walk back with you" Ghost says, looking at you.

"Don't have to, base isn't far" You say back to him

"Don't min'" Ghost says as he watches Price and Gaz carry a drunk Soap off his seat and put his jacket on. He notices Price staring at him and then mouth "Tell her!" He sighs and looks back at you. Don't want you walking back by yourself this late he thinks to himself as he checks his watch. 11:05pm.

As Price and Gaz steady Soap, their arms wrapped around his shoulders, you hear a small whelp "She broke her hear'?" coming from Soap as they walk off behind you.

Laughing, you turn to Ghost who had his eyes on you. Still watching me are you? You think.

"Do I have something on my face?" You say, moving your left hand up and scratching your cheek.

"No" Ghost says, still looking at you.

"Then why are you staring?" You say back, giving him a smile, as you place you left arm on the table, wrapping your fingers around the glass.

Ghost looks down, trails his eyes on your fingers curved around the glass and moves his eyes up your wrist. His eyes narrow as he notices long white scars spreading from your wrist to the top of your lower arm. White scars in contrast to your brown skin. You followed his eyes, and removed your arm from the table, and placed your arm on your thigh.

You became so used to the scars on your arm that you forgot they were there until other people stare or made comments about them.

"Bad habit of mine" Ghost says finally "Sorry" he says looking up at you. The blue eyes drawing you in.

"Listen, I know you have reasons to be cautious" You begin "Price told me about Shepherd" You add sympathetically.

That fucking traitor you think scowling to yourself.

Ghost takes a deep breathe and leans back in his chair. A chill overtook his body. He grabbed his drink and then lifted his balaclava to take a sip. Liquid courage he thinks hoping it'll help ease the upcoming confession.

You briefly look at the exposed skin, so pale and dull. When was the last time your skin felt the sun you wonder.

"My file is probably a piece of shit" You say, breaking the silence. You couldn't stand a potential mentor hating you. Suddenly, without the alcohol, you found the courage to just blurt your thoughts.

"It's only logical to be suspicious, but I mean no harm. I'm just here to help and want to be values member of the team" You confess.

Ghost looks at you, a feeling of slight guilt overrides him. A lump was forming in his throat. Why is it so hard to tell you he thinks

"I know" He says at last, clearing is throat, yet the lump persists. He leans forward, his blue eyes darting over your now worried face. Eyebrows furrowed, but your eyes have a sad glaze to them.

"Shall we start fresh lieutenant?" You say, offering your right hand towards him and giving him a smile, a smile that made your eyes crinkle. The smile Ghost recognised.

He extends his hand out, and shakes yours, your soft warm hands wrapped and engulfed his calloused cold hand. Ghost noted the firmness of your shake, gripping his hand. You start to let go and Ghost follows your move. Sitting up and leaning a bit closer to you.

You pick up your glass and take the last long sip of coke and remaining ice, crushing it between your teeth and letting it flow through. Lifting your phone out your inner jacket pocket you realise it's nearly midnight.

"Shoot" You say and then look up to Ghost "Is it alright if we go? Have surgery tomorrow morning" you add

"Course" Ghost says leaning back and getting up. You follow through, grabbing your jacket and putting it on.

Ghost comes round the table and stands near you and watches as you slip your arms in your jacket and then look up at him.

"Ready?" You say giving him a smile

"Yeah" Ghost says, placing his hands in his jacket pockets and readjusting the hood of his hoodie, even though nothing else could hide would already hid with the mask of Ghost.

"Thank you!" You say to the barman as you head to the door

"Cheers guys!" He replies looking at both you and Ghost, Ghost nods back and follows you out. He takes a longer stride to reach the door before you to open it, letting you walk through first into the darkness outside.

"Thank you" You say as turn round facing Ghost once outside, waiting for him to close the door. You both start walking side by side on the pavement, under the glow of the orange the street lights.

"You've been good in drills." Ghost says turning to you. The only compliment that was able to come out of his mouth. You grin at him, and then look down at your shoes walking on along side him.

"They're good, tough but good." You say smiling at him, you lift your head up view the night sky. Unable to make out any stars, no moon this late... The orange street lamps did not help at all.

Ghost follows your gaze, curious as to what you were looking at.

"Somethin' wrong?" He asks looking back down at you, you turn to look at him, a puzzled look swept across your face.

"No, just trying to see the stars" You say pointing to the sky

"Oh" Ghost says "Why?" he asks

You turn to look at him, disbelief was the next look that took ahold of you as you scoffed

"Because..." you start motioning towards the dark sky, trying to see any stars, but had no luck due to the street lights. Looking around you try and find an area that wasn't near any artificial lights. Up ahead you see a small wooden area.

"C'mon let me show you" You say turning to Ghost and then walking up ahead, your pace quickening. Ghost follows, taking his long strides that match your slight jog.

As you both reach the wooded area you walk in a bit whilst Ghost watches you continue to look up in the sky.

Away from the lights, your eyes focus on the night sky, you see three dots in a slight bent line. Orion's belt.

"Look here" You say pointing to the stars. Ghost looks up, waiting for his eyes adjust, and tries to navigate them to where you are roughly pointing. He sees the bright white speckles coming out against the deep dark blue of the night. No clouds in view. He sees three dots.

"Those three dots?" He asks keeping his eyes on them

"Yeah, that's Orion's belt" You say, getting a bit close to Ghost, looking at the belt as well "Then if you look up, you'll see two other stars, same as you go down" You add pointing with your finger. Ghost follows your instructions and looks at the additional four stars, two at the top and two at the bottom.

"It's like a body" He whispers and looks down at you, seeing a look of awe transform your face as you look up at him.

"That's the constellation Orion, it's about 2000 light years away" You start, looking back up at the night sky. Ghost looks back, taking in the stars that scatter the night sky. Both of you stand there in silence, taking it in, surrounded by the woods whilst a gentle wind flows through the leaves of the trees.

"What about the other ones?" Ghosts asks turning around and noticing the other stars that have become visible. Never before had he looked at the night sky like this.

"Urm, not sure" You say. "Shit, it's past midnight" you say checking your phone again, you look up at Ghost "Maybe another time, sorry I need sleep" You say

"Course" He adds and starts walking back down out of the woodlands with you. You quicken your pace. "Thank you... Hari" Ghost says, turning to look at you. You smile back at him

"Made you interested in the sky now" You say smirking and turned to look ahead.

Ghost nodded "Yeah" he whispered

The both of you headed back to base, enjoying the silent walk back, the night sky now obscured by the flood lights, making any view of the stars impossible.

Heading to your quarters, Ghost follows you, just a few paces behind, and watches as you take your key out the jacket and unlock the door. You turn towards him.

"Good night lieutenant" You say, Ghost notices your eyes become weary and tired.

"Good night Hari" He says, nodding. You give him a smile and close the door.

Ghost walks down the corridor to his room, unlocking the door and walks. He locks the door and takes his hoodie, top, jeans and balaclava off, heading to the bathroom. He looks at the reflection in the mirror. Looks at the person starring back. Simon Riley. But it wasn't the Simon Riley you knew.

Fuck

How could you bewitch him and make him forget to tell the one important thing that Price kept bringing up to him each day in the past week you had arrived.

Simon splashed cold water on his face, grabbing a bit of soap and washing the remaining black paint off his face. He dried his face with a towel and looked at himself again. The scars running across his nose, his left temple, and his cheek.

You had scars too he said, remembering those white scars scattered on your arm. Did you do it yourself or was it in Siberia? Ghost thought as he shuffled to his bed and collapsed. His mind now full of thoughts and questions of you.

Who was that woman who broke your heart? He thought as he buried his face into the pillow, the remnant feeling of your firm grip of the handshake you gave pulsed through his hand. He remembered how soft your hand was against his rough calloused war torn hand.

He drifted off to sleep, recalling the image of the Orion constellation in the night sky, Simon felt a part of himself open up a bit more...

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[thoughtsandbones]

Beneath the stars, wonder consumes us

Simon "Ghost" RIley x South Asian Reader F!Medic

Part 2 of Between your hands, I open

Warning: Fluff, profanity, slight angst, established relationship (ish), period mention.

Inspiration: I got high under the beautiful night sky looking at the stars and got lonely. So here I am writing this at 1am...

The Task Force 141 had just come back from a long mission in the jungle, location classified. But you could tell it was the jungle from the damp rain that soaked Soap's once green jacket to now almost black and the mud and leaves that covered both Ghost and Soap's shoes. He was picking green leaves off various parts of his gear and discarding them to the side. Ghost narrowed his eyes at Soap and gazed at you standing by the window of the infirmary, eyes focused on your clipboard and scribbling away.

Looking up briefly from your clipboard you frown as the pile of leaves and dirt grew on the side of the bed next to Soap.

"Souvenir from the op?" You ask Soap who looks up, eyes widening suddenly realising he was being observed.

"Clear it up Johnny" Ghost gruffed as he got up from the med bed adjacent, stretching his arms and groaning as he picked and checked his gear he took off before being treated.

Soap gathered the remnants of the jungle in his hands and discarded them in the bin.

"Sorry Y/N, bit of out it still" He mumbled, collecting his gear and getting ready to leave after being treated

"Remember to take your pills before you go to sleep, if there are any issues, page me" You say "Don't get the bandage wet" You add, running through the mental checklist of what else they need to be aware of.

"Aye, we know, thanks Y/N, you've been great" Soap says smiling at you, and then glances over to Ghost who was leaning on the med bed looking at you as you continued to scribble away, flicking away a piece of your long brown hair that fell across your face.

"You comin' Lt?" Soap asks

Ghost looks over at Soap "In a bit, got somethin' to do first"

Soap gives a mischievous glance over to you and then back at the Lieutenant. Of course he'd want some privacy after the chaos of the mission ended... he thought. Soap says his goodbyes and left the infirmary.

"Was beginnin' to think he wouldn't leave" Ghost groaned moving over to you. You put the clipboard down and smile at Ghost.

It has been a long 3 months apart. You were glad he was safe and back, bruised and tired, but back here in your vicinity. Without thinking you swiftly moved over to him, wrapping your arms across his waist, squeezing tight, taking an inhale. The stale cigarettes and damp rain filled your senses. You closed your eyes and took in his scent and warmth. Ghost wrapped his arms around you.

He didn't care that he was still damp. He didn't care that his feet ached and knees were about to give. He was just glad to be back with you.

"Missed you" You whisper, pulling back and looking at Ghost -no, Simon. You gazed into his blue eyes, the black paint staining his skin. You looked beyond the skull mask, beyond the barrier he put up, beyond this exterior is the man you love.

"Missed you more love" You said pulling you in closer, with his right hand he lifted the edge of his mask revealing his messy blonde beard and chapped lips.

Without hesitation he pulled you in and kissed you, his dry lips being brought back to life with your soft lips. The familiar taste of cherry soaked his mouth.

"Nice beard Si" You laughed pulling back as the roughness of his unfamiliar beard tickled your skin.

"Need a shave" He said, pulling the mask down, his left hand holding yours as he grabbed his gear and swung it over his shoulder.

"Think you should keep it" You grin at him. He turns to look at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Alrigh' let's get goin'" He said pulling you towards the door, you followed his lead as he led you to his room, still holding your hand, not wanting to let go.

As he unlocked the door, Ghost let you in first, you took in his room, plain and neat. Ghost moved over to turn the bedside table lamp on. The succulent you got him last year was by the window and the little donut you crocheted him sat on his bedside table were the only personal items in view.

Taking off your white coat, you place it on one of the empty hooks next to the door and watched as Ghost took off his boots and fatigues, placing his gear in their allocated drawers hanging his vest up. Unloading his knives and placing one by the bedside table. You continued to watch his he stripped down to his black boxers, his skull mask remaining on. He turned to you.

"Knew you was watchin'" He huffed moving closer to you.

"I like watching you" You smile back reaching towards his face, cupping it between your hands. "Can I?" You ask as your fingers trail down the edge of the fabric of his skull-plated mask.

"'Course love" He said, pulling you close to him, wrapping his thick arms around your waist, his hands resting on your bum.

You lift up the mask and reveal Simon. Simon Riley, his tired blue eyes glistened brightly as you traced your fingers over his lips before reaching up to kiss them.

Simon groaned as your fingers ran through his overgrown blonde hair, twirling the hands through your fingers as he kissed you harder. You pulled away and stroked his cheek. Simon looked a bit confused

"Listen, I'm on my period..." You begin

"That's okay love, I'm just glad to be here with you" Ghost said kissing your forehead before hugging you again.

"Need a shower" He says "Smell like Soap" He chuckled slightly. He gave another kiss on your forehead before heading off to the shower. You hear the rattling of the pipes as the shower is turned on.

Heading to the window, gazing at the night sky. It was clear, no clouds in sight. In the distance, you could see the stars. Leaning on the window sill, you ponder at the night sky.

How small we all are in relation to the universe... You think. In another life you think of the possibilities of what you and Simon could be doing.

Would you two be together? You wonder, both coming from different walks of life, you become lost in the thought if you would ever meet Simon had you both not joined the military. Would he even look at you if you were just some woman on the street? What would his life be like if those things that happened, didn't? What if..?

"What if? What if..." You mumble and let out a sigh and move from the window sill to his bed, sitting on the edge. Losing yourself to your thoughts.

Simon let the last of the hot water run over his hair and down his back before turning off the tap and stepping out. Steam filled the bathroom and fogged up his tiny mirror.

He gazed at the shadowy blank figure staring back at him. The black paint gone, just a little remnant that was lodged under his eyes, that looked like eyeliner. Taking a towel, he rubbed it over his body, bruises had covered his lower abdomen and adorned his thighs. The hot shower and pain medication and helped alleviate the majority of the pain yet the was still an ache that lingered under his skin. Simon took one last look of himself, he followed the condensation running down the mirror and looked at his gruff beard. 3 months of growth under his mask he didn't recognise himself. Running his hands over his beard and down his neck, he decided for this moment, he'd forego shaving and keep the beard.

Simon opened the door and entered his room. He saw you sat on his bed, gazing out the window, you turned to look him. He walked over to you and kissed you on your forehead.

"Night sky looked clear when we came back" Simon said, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turn your head to him and smile slightly

"Show me the stars love" He whispered, looking up at you.

"You're so doting suddenly" You say

"3 months has been long time" He said

"You not tired?"

"A bit"

"Want to sleep?" You ask

"Let's go out for a bit, fresh air?" Simon asked kissing your shoulder again.

You smile at him and nod. Both getting up, Simon changed in his black jeans and hoodie, and slides a black jacket on. He passes one his old jackets and hoodies to you, knowing how much you longed to wear his clothes. Simon gave one final kiss before putting on a clean skull balaclava on, skipping the black eye make-up this evening. Ghost grabbed a thin blanket from the bottom of his drawer and tucker it under his arm.

As you both walked out, the cold air struck your skin. Ghost went up to the guard on the lookout and told him that he'd be with you down by the woods, no training tonight, just spending time with his loved one (But he didn't tell the guard that part). Both you and Ghost walked over the edge of base that had a little wooded area. Taking the blanket out from his arm, Ghost laid it down on the grass and sat down elbows resting on his knees, as you joined him, he laid down and pulled you close to him.

"Wow it really is a clear night" You say in awe of the clear dark blue skies as the stars were sprinkled across.

"Yeah, knew you would love it" Ghost said looking across at you.

You look back at him, his eyes twinkling in the night sky. Resting your head on his shoulder, Ghost moved his head so it rested on yours slightly.

"Can you see that bright star up there" You said pointing up at the night sky to a very bright star

"Blue-ish one?" Ghost asked

"Yeah, that's Vega, 2.5 times bigger than our Sun"

"Is it a part of a constellation?" He asked, fascinated about your knowledge of stars, space and other things he would never have thought would be interesting.

"Part of Lyra, yeah" You respond

"Hmm. It is pretty"

The crickets were chirping in the bushes surrounding the both of you, the wind rustling the leaves on the trees. It was a beautiful night.

But you couldn't help but wonder back to the thoughts that took over your mind back in Simon's room. What if you hadn't met?

What if something bad happens on a mission? What if he doesn't come back again? No more moments like this.

"You alrigh' love?" Ghost asked

"Hmm? Yeah, just thinking" You say still gazing at the stars

"What you thinkin' about?" He asked

"Just... nothing, it's silly" You say shaking your head.

Ghost rolled over slightly and turned so his face was directly above yours, blocking your view of the stars above. Ghost lifted his mask, pushing it to his forehead. Simon was revealed, and the moonlight bathed his beautiful pale skin, his blue eyes brighter looking at yours

"Tell me love" He said, eyes now focused on your mouth and then back to your eyes.. He could tell there was something off.

"Thinking about.. what if... We never met?" You say quietly, looking away from him.

Simon sighed, with his right hand he held your chin and moved your face gently so you were face to face again.

"I would be missing out on so much" He said, before placing a kiss on your lips "No point in worrying about what ifs, I am here with you, a beautiful and fuckin' smart woman" He says grinning placing another kiss on your lips.

"Sometimes I get into my head a bit too much" You laugh

Simon gazed at you, the moonlight soaking your brown skin, he kissed your cheek before rolling onto his back, this time holding your hand and bringing it to his chest.

"I've been through and seen a lot of shit" He started "Not once did I think I could ever find someone who would make me feel..." Simon started

You look over to him, now it was his turn to contemplate, you turn and rest your head on his chest, with his left hand he cradled your skull, his fingers running through your hair.

"This" He finished

It was small and rare moments like this that made him feel human and connected. After El Gordo, his family's death and too much betrayal, he thought he would never have true companionship. Most women who saw him were only interested in a quick rough fuck, that often left him empty inside. He had nightmares of doing terrible things to women. He blamed El Gordo for those thoughts and nightmares.

But then you came along, slowly breaking down the barriers. You had your own shit too, Price stated you were a real fireball when it came to treating soldiers, not taking any of their bullshit. It was one of the first things he noticed about you.

You slowly crept in through the barriers he put up. At first he thought it was just sex, but then it grew to something more than that. The more time you spent together, the more he longed for an actual relationship. Someone to hold in the cold darkness of the night. Someone like you.

"This does feel good" You say, breaking the silence, wrapping you right hand around his waist, squeezing him slightly.

"Y/N..." Simon whispered

"Yes Si" You say

"Thanks.. for this" He said "I care a lot about you"

You smile into his chest, you felt Simon's steady heartbeat quickened slightly.

"Me too.." you whisper "I really like you, I think you're a great man too" You say looking up at him smiling before resting your head back on his chest.

Simon smiled back down and kissed your forehead, his fingers scratching the nape of your neck.

Looking back up in the night sky, he looked at Vega, and the surrounding stars. In this moment he felt so small against the immensity of the universe. As he looked around he saw a bright light shoot quickly across the sky; a shooting star.

Simon was in awe of what he saw. A rarity to see a shooting star, but he saw it. He took it as his chance to the word he struggled with most, but he knew he felt it the most with you.

"I love you Y/N" He whispered gently, squeezing you tighter

You smile again into his chest, getting up slightly, you smile and place a hand on Simon's cheek. Tears began to fill your eyes. It was hard for him to say that.

"I love you too" You say, a tear ran down your cheek and was quickly wiped away by Simon's thumb before he pulled you in again for a kiss.

The stars looked down at the two of you as you were caught in an embrace. The two lovers cuddled up with one another as they continued to wonder at the night sky, away from the chaos of their lives. They let the stars consume them, as did their love for eachother.

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[thoughtsandbones]

The dots that begin to align

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies, surgery, blood, gore and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

Word count: 3309K

Song inspo: Don't Fear the Reaper - Tom Jones, Halo - Haley James Scott ( BethanyJoy Lenz), Sinner - The Last Dinner Party

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

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MASTERLIST

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15 I and PART 15 II

Part 16

The midday sun radiated through the windows into the infirmary. Ghost noticed the light bounce off your brown skin and across parts of your face. Anytime you looked up and out the window, the sun rays changed the colour of your eyes to the shade of honey brown that made Ghost's heart flutter.

He savoured the silent moment with you as you finished the last suture. Gazing upon your face full of concentration, as if nothing else was on your mind, just the wound in front of you. He watched as you straightened up and marveled at your handiwork, the neat stitches all in equal space and length.

"Going to just cover it with a bandage" You say as you reach over to the trays next to the med bed and pull out a medium sized dressing.

"Thanks Doc" Ghost said clearing his throat, he got up and leant slightly on his elbows.

"How does it feel?" You ask him "You can sit up if you are able to" You add looking briefly at his naked toned and muscular upper body, the edge of his long mask covering the edge of his shoulders, that mole on his jugular not visible.

Ghost sits up slowly, and swings his leg over the edge of the bed. Looking down at his stitches, he admired the neatness and precision. You moved closer to Ghost, and then began to apply the dressing over the stitches.

"Next time let us know if you were injured too" You say not looking at him

Ghost looked down at you, not breaking your concentration from the dressing.

"Johnny was more important" He gruffed

You roll your eyes and look up at him, meeting his gaze.

"So are you sir" You respond finishing applying the dress over his lower abdomen, trying to not ogle at the various scars over his body.

He scoffed at your response. Him? Important? Nah, just another gear in the machine of war he thought to himself.

You shook your head in disapproval, not wanting to start an argument with your lieutenant, you just ignore him. Taking your gloves off and throwing them in the hazard bin.

"All sorted" You say and weakly smile at Ghost, his blue eyes still focused on you. "Need a shirt?" You ask

Ghost took in that sad smile. "Thanks Doc, be alright, room is only down the hall" He said getting up from the med bed and watched as you cleaned the bed.

You nod at him and finished clearing up.

"Don't get the bandage wet, no heavy lifting or you'll rip my handiwork" You sigh, eyelids becoming heavy with every blink.

"You need some sleep" Ghost said leaning back against the door watching as you discarded tissues and equipment in their appropriate bins.

"Hmm" You say gazing out the window, eyes becoming heavier, leaning against the window sill. The crash was oncoming. Long surgeries where the brain had to be kept active, focused on the task at hand took up a lot of energy. Saving Soap. Poring deep into his flesh and bones. Rewiring his nerves.

"Doc?" Ghost said, watching you look out into the sun now high up in the blue sky over base.

"Hmm" You mumble again "Going to sleep now" You say plainly. But still you did not move.

Ghost came forward a bit and kept his eyes on you. Noticing the reflection of Ghost coming towards you, you turn to meet his gaze.

"Going now" You say, moving away from the window and past Ghost, briefly glancing at his naked torso again.

You open the door and head out first, Ghost followed behind you and stepped to the side as you turned to face the door and drew out your keys, locking it. Your eyes wander up to Ghost, who was still looking at you.

"You're doing that staring thing again." You say without thinking, but then your eyes widen when you realise what you said out loud.

Ghost chuckled and looked away.

"Sorry, that just came out wrong." You quickly say, looking at him then moving your eyes to the floor.

"S'alrigh'" Ghost said, crossing his bare muscular arms "I do stare a lot.." He mumbled looking back at you. You smile weakly again at him before bringing your right hand to cover mouth as you yawned.

"I need to sleep" You say moving your hand from your mouth to rub you brow bone.

"Go sleep now. That's an order Hari" Ghost said laughing, moving his hands to your shoulders, his bare hands could feel the skin and bones under the fabric of your scrubs as he guided you towards your room. You move along with him yawning one more time as your unlocked the door, turning one last time.

"Good night Lieutenant" You say wearily.

"Good night" Ghost said nodding as you gave a meek smile.

Ghost moved away from your door as he heard the lock clicking, and made his way back to his room. After getting in, he walked to his bathroom, taking his mask off, revealing Simon in the mirror. Black paint mixed with sweat had smeared across his cheeks and down the sides of his nose. He took a few steps back looking his upper body, various scars scattered across the skin, lifting his arm and smelling himself, the smell of old sweat coming off him was strong. He felt a tinge of embarrassment, cheeks and ears going red at the thought of you being repulsed by his bad odour.

"Fucks sake" He said and then turned to the shower and stripped off his dirty trousers and boots. Getting into the shower and letting the hot water run over him. As he grabbed his loofah he noticed the white bandage in the corner of his eye.

"Don't get the bandage wet" he remembered you saying. Simon turned the water off and grabbed a towel patting the now wet bandage dry.

"Fucks sake!" He said through gritted teeth, patting the bandage slightly harder, underneath the wound ached. In the moment of building anger, he wanted to rip off the bandage and attack the wound, an attempt to punish himself for being so stupid.

But your tired eyes flickered in his mind. If he destroyed your hard work, you'll be even more pissed at him and then revealing himself would be a lot harder.

Simon leant back against the white tiles of the shower, the droplets of water soaked onto his skin as he slid down, wincing as he brought his knees up.

"How could I be so stupid" He muttered to himself. With the towel he covered his lower abdomen, hoping it would absorb the moisture from the wet bandage. A heaviness wafted over him, eyelids drooping, he closed them.

"Just for a moment" He said "Rest here just a moment" He said again to himself, breathing sharply through his nose and exhaling. He drifted off, the white light of the bathroom still on glaring sharply at him even when his eyes were closed.

...

The unexpected beeping of your pager woke you up from your short sleep. Your eyes open slowly, and with your hand reaching for the pager, reading 999 - ICU, you threw the covers off the bed and leapt out. Cold shock giving you a sudden bolt of energy.

Soap! You think.

Grabbing a set on new scrubs from your drawer, you quickly put them on. The pager beeped again: 999 - ICU

A heavy sick feeling planted itself in your stomach as your tied the laces of your trainers. You think of all the possible things that could've gone wrong. But everything was fine! you pleaded with yourself. Grabbing your scrub cap, and unlocking the door you run out, not bothering to lock it.

Every second counted

Running down the stairs, you nearly toppled over Captain Price who was walking up.

"Hari! You alright?" He said, eyed widening

You looked up at him with worry in your eyes

"It's Soap" You cried, showing him your pager that went off again: 999 - ICU

"Go." Price commanded nodding at you, and you did. Quickening up the pace as you jumped down the final set of stairs, and running down the hall to entrance of Building 2.

As you ran across the tarmac of base, adrenaline coursed through your veins, you went through the mental checklist of what you did and what could've gone wrong.

Perhaps there was another nerve that was damaged... You think as your ran towards the entrance of the RAMC building.

Your legs felt like giving up, but you could not. Soap mattered now more than ever, and it was your job to save him. To look after him. All of them.

Reaching the reception area before the ICU, you see Clarissa writing on the whiteboard.

"Clarissa!" You wheezed as you buckled over, trying to catch your breath "What happened?" You added, gasping for air. Clarissa turned towards you, her braids swinging along with, her face confused..

"Ah did you find out about Gaz?" She asked moving over to you.

"Huh?" You said looking at her confused "I got paged" You gasped

"What?" She asked, checking her pager on the waistband of her pink scrubs. "I didn't page you..." She mumbled checking the board to see who else could

"I got 999 - ICU" You blurted out, breathing in slowly. You could feel your heart pound against your chest.

"Let's go" Clarissa said, motioning with her head towards the door of the ICU. You followed her, placing your hands on your hips.

As you both walked in and moved to where Soap was, you could hear the steady beeping of the machines. Clarissa moved over to check his stats and you moved closer to the headrest, looking at Soap's face, still asleep but no longer intubated.

"Did he wake up?" You ask looking at Clarissa

"Think so, no longer intubated..." Clarissa said, trailing off at the confusion as to who would take his intubator out.

The doors of the ICU opened, and you both turned to look over. It was Dr Jones, dressed in blue scrubs, his brown hair slicked back, green eyes focused on you.

"Ah Dr Kaur, nice of you to respond to my page" He said moving the the end of the bed where Soap laid.

You looked at him in astonishment as he looked through the charts.

"You paged me 999?" You said bitterly

"Yes." He said looking up at you, smirking slightly "You performed an unauthorised medical procedure" He continued.

Unauthorised medical procedure, the words echoed in your brain, you were taken aback.

"Excuse me? I was paged by Peyton - Dr Marie - for an injury on one of the 141" You said, glaring at him as he moved around Clarissa, not making any eye contact with you.

"Yes, I am aware, but I have no official medical certificates to state you could operate" He said looking back at you, the same smirk lingered on his face. The smirk that made you want to slap off his stupid face.

"Official medical certificates?" You asked. Anger began to simmer in your blood "I was a Neuro registrar at Foxham, this was a neuro injury" You spat at him.

"So I have been told.." he sighed "But I also heard that you had a nervous breakdown a few months ago. Heard you went psychotic whilst on shift." He said glaring at you.

Those words hit you in your core. How could he know?

"I-I er" You stammered, looking down at the steel railing of the med bed where Soap was. Your heart began to race, and sweat began to seep from your skin.

"As a consultant, and therefore your superior, I want to see your medical certificates and records pronto" He declared moving over to you.

Clarissa watched him edge closer to you. Why was he doing this now? she thought.

"Dr Kaur did a fantastic job, without her I don't know if the patient would have survived" Clarissa said, speaking up and glaring at Dr Jones.

"I didn't ask for you opinion Clarissa" He huffed "I want to see those certificates, I am sure you can arrange to do that" He said

"What now?" You asked, still stunned at the revelation that he knew about that incident at Foxham.

Did Peyton tell him? Surely no... She would not do that... You think, your mind began to race with the possibilities of how he could know.

"Yes now." He said, giving you one final stare before walking out of the ICU, your head bowed down, staring at the laminated floor, your vision becoming hazy.

"What a cunt" Clarissa said moving to you, placing her hands on your shoulders. "You okay?" She asks, doe-eyed.

You look up, and tears formed in your eyes.

"Oh honey" Clarissa said and brought you in close to her, giving you a hug. You wrap your arms around her and began to sob. The tiredness and the sudden building of anxiety poured out of you like a broken dam. You sobbed into the scrubs that Clarissa wore, tears making patches of her pink scrubs darker.

"Honey, you did a great job. Sgt MacTavish is doing well." She said pulling away but grasping your shoulders tight, trying to reassure you. "I'm near the end of my shift, let's grab a coffee or tea?" She suggests

You bring your hands to your facing, wiping away tears and rubbing your tired eyes. Sniffling at the thought of Peyton betraying you.

"No, I need to go home. Get those certificates and prove to that asshole I am worthy of my title" You say sternly, grabbing a tissue from the box on the bedside table and blowing your nose.

"I'll give a lift, where do you live?" Clarissa asked

"Windsor, so about 30 minutes from base." You said

Clarissa nodded and then grabbed your arm and walked out of the ICU with you.

As the doors closed, Soap opened his eyes and looked up around him, still shocked at the conversation he overhead.

"He was a cunt" He muttered in agreement with Clarissa before closing his eyes again.

...

As you reached Clarissa's car, it was only once inside and looking at the dashboard you saw it was 17:36 pm. 12 hours ago you were in the OR with Peyton and Clarissa, delving deep into Soap. 12 hours later you were on your way back home, a place you hadn't been for almost 3 months.

Clarissa turned on the radio and inputted your address in the car's inbuilt navigation system. You laid back into the passenger seat, drained again, but determined to prove your worth to that bastard.

"What is his problem?" You blurt out

Clarissa briefly look at you and then turned her attention back to the road.

"I don't know, he's always been intimidated by strong women, even us nurses." She sighed

"Ever thought about complaining? You ask

"Yeah, but I just could not be bothered. I just hope he moves on up to a desk job soon" She replied

"Hmm" You mumbled

You closed your eyes and your head rocked gently side to side with the motion of the car, you let the noise of your thoughts fill your brain as Clarissa drove on, humming to the music that came out of the radio.

Twenty minutes later, you both had reached your home. It was a small apartment complex near the town centre. As Clarissa parked up, you took the keys out of your scrub pocket, and picked the key that would unlock your home.

"Mind if you stay here?" You ask, turning to Clarissa who smiled and nodded.

"Of course, I'll go to Sainsbury's and get you something to eat" She said pointing to the local Sainsbury's opposite where she had parked.

"OOoh, could you get me a chicken caesar wrap meal deal please" You ask, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, sure thing" She said smiling before opening the door and getting out. You follow her move and get out too.

"I shouldn't be long" You say

"Don't worry, take your time, I'll be here" She said, giving you grin before walking off to Sainsbury's.

You turn and sigh, and walk up to the door of the apartment complex, buzzing in the four digit code and walked in.

Heading up the stairs, you reach the outside of your apartment, staring at the white door, gazing into the peephole. Sliding the key in, you turn and it clicked, pulling the handle you open the door and walk in. The smell of lavender fills your nose, the plug-in air freshener was working it's magic and instantly calmed your nerves.

You gazed around your home. Taking it all in. Nothing had changed, the books on the bookshelf where still there. Curtains you had slightly drew where still in the same position. Walking over the fridge, you open it. It was of course empty apart from a few bottles of sauce. It was exactly how you'd left it.

Moving towards the door of your room, you walk in and dropped yourself on the purple sheets of your bed, groaning into the pillow.

Aches vibrated along your legs, arms feeling weak, your turnover and stare at the ceiling that was covered in small plastic glow in the dark stars, not glowing due to the brightness of the room. Sliding off the bed, you sit crossed legged on the rug beside the bed, and pulled out a green box from underneath and opened it. It was filled with personal pieces of paper that dictated your life so far.

GCSE and A-Level results, papers from the doctors, national insurance details, old pay cheques. You stopped as you got to a piece of paper that had the confirmation of a place in the cadets that had been signed by The Captain. The early beginnings of your military career. You placed it on top of the other papers and sifted through until your found an A4 envelope with all you training from medical school, your results and certificates from the exams taken as a junior doctor up until last year when you were about to undertake an exam that would've made you a consultant.

"Heard you went psychotic whilst on shift." That sentence echoed again in your head. Your mind flashed images of your breakdown, how you nearly hurt yourself and others during your episode... The lump in your throat began to form. Clearing your throat you rummaged deeper in the green box of memories of times long forgotten.

At the bottom of the box you saw something gold glisten in the light. You reach for it and realise it was framed photo, a photo of 5 soldiers, all in green fatigues laughing. There was you in the middle, your hair short and baring your teeth, to your left was KD and MG both also pulling funny smiles, and then to your right was The Captain and Simon Riley. You took in the four faces of the soldiers, all of whom were now dead and gone. Bringing the frame closer, analysing the details of their grins. With your thumb, your run it over Simon.

"I miss you Simon" you say, your voice slightly breaking as tears begin to fill your eyes. You look closer at him, his big grin making his eyes crinkle, he had lifted his head up slightly towards the Captain. You gazed at his neck, something familiar caught your eye.

The mole on his jugular was there, plain as day. You had seen that mole, that size and in that region before. You squinted harder, a slight tingle flowed through you.

"No way" You whisper, bringing the frame even closer that it nearly touched your nose.

There it was. It couldn't be a coincidence. That same mole in the same spot was also on Ghost.

Could it be.. that Ghost... was actually Simon Riley?

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[thoughtsandbones]

Doth thy demons dwelleth in the darkness too, my belov'd Reaper?

🚨WARNINGS: Mention of mental health illness mention, profanity, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies, blood, gore and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

I do not consent to any AI or anyone taking my work!

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

Word count: 6043K

Song inspo: Summer High - AP Dhillon, Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Club, Sinner - The Last Dinner Party, The Lara Croft: Tomb Raider Legend soundtrack.

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

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MASTERLIST

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15 I, PART 15 II and PART 16

Part 17

The tiny specs of dust floated amongst the surrounding atmosphere, highlighted in the beams of sunlight that penetrated your room. A few settled down on the frame still clutched in your hand, the gold frame sparkled from the light as you tilted it, staring deeper into the image of Simon. That mole on his jugular kept drawing you in, beneath the skin, the vein you thought for the past 13 years had been burnt to ash was actually flowing steadily. The deep crimson blood slithers from his brain back to his heart after all.

Could it honestly be that Ghost is Simon Riley... or Simon is Ghost... One in the same. You thought to yourself, you get up lay down on your bed, the framed photo at the tip of your round nose.

Time stood still for what felt like hours.

It would make total sense, he knew your old name. You recall the day you first met, when he said that name. The inscription of the former shell you shed. That person who you haven't been able to come to terms with. Unable to reclaim the innocence of not knowing the cruelty of mankind. The lust for war over land, oil, weapons or whatever it is people fight for nowadays...Unwilling to let go that guard you have down.

That mole drew you in again, displayed on the only available photo you have of him.

Did everyone else know...? Surely. Perhaps not... A supposed dead man displayed by a skull face was filled with irony. You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Simon's smug face startling new and old people with this faux relic of his former self.

Checking your watch, you realise you spent perhaps too long wondering about the past. No time like the present to find out the answers to the questions that flushed through your synapses.

Gathering your selected files and papers, placing the gold frame on top, you put the lid back on the box and slide it back to its former spot. Placing the chosen contents in a spare tote bag, swinging it over your shoulder.

Glancing around your room you look at the knick knacks laying in their places. Collecting dust and time. The gemstones you once fiddled with when looking out the window laid dormant.

Heading back down, you meet Clarissa back in her car. Once back in the passenger seat, you feel a lightness overcome you.

If Ghost really is Simon Riley, then it means he had his own reasons to hide. After what brief knowledge you of have of his supposed death, a part of you understood. Yet there was a slight annoyance growing inside of you.

Clarissa noticed you pursing your lips and frowning as you lulled your head side to side with the smooth motion of the car. After contemplating whether or not to tell you about her encounter with Gaz, the cute sleauthe, to fill the quietness.

But she was reminded of your sudden snore coming from your mouth that you were a surgeon who dealt with an extremely serious injury, and then be ridiculed by the moronic Dr Jones.

As Clarissa drove up to the gate of base she called in a favour from a new friend, Kyle Garrick, to help with getting permission to drive up to the rear of building 2 so you could get back with ease to your quarters.

Clarissa was guided back to the emergency back entrance of Building 2, you woke suddenly with the familiar sound of a large tank thundering by. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and blinked several times, trying to focus them to know your exact location.

"Go get some sleep" Clarissa said as she gazed at you as your rubbed your temple.

"Been a long day" You scoff slightly and then yawn again.

"I'm gonna talk to your Captain about Jones and get something done" Clarissa said

You had heard what she said and nodded, unable to move your jaw to let the words escape.

Exiting the car you to wave Clarissa goodbye and then make your way back up to your room. As your reach your dear you look down the corridor and see the rough outline of Ghost's door...

Taking a deep breath you open your door, the tote bag carrying the gold frame and your documents swung as you strolled into your room. Closing the door behind you, placing the tote bag on one of the hooks and then stripping off your scrubs and crawl back into bed. Gathering the strewn duvet cover from when your were first paged nearly 2 hours ago.

As you cocooned yourself your mind went back to Ghost - or Simon Riley. How 3 hours ago he was shrouded in mystery. But now... You have an idea of who he really could be...

I hope it is you Simon you plead quietly within the emptiness of your room. Your aching bones and flesh beg into sink into the mattress, sleep came quickly this evening as the heaviness of your strung out body shut down.

...

Simon took another deep inhale, his tongue became even more drier as it touched the roof of his dry mouth. Trying to moisten his mouth with saliva, he swallowed the little that came out down. He looked up and realised he had fallen asleep in the shower. The white light of the bathroom pierced his still tired eyes. Simon adjusted his body and sat up straighter, his back bracing the cold white tiles.

With his left hand he touched the now dry bandage and sighed with relief. As he got up, the wound pulsated with pain across his abdomen. Finally, he was feeling the full physical effects of the mission. Simon examined his pale naked body in the mid sized mirror.

Bruises began to appear, especially on his stomach and right shoulder. He could make out the thick red imprint of his gun strap. Brushing his fingers across his shoulder, he felt grains of sand roll against his skin. Simon resorted into having to wash himself with a damp towel and small splashes of water. All in order to avoid the bandage and the wound you stitched together from getting wet.

After feeling far more fresher, Simon wore his comfiest black joggers and socks that had a little German shepherds embroidered on the cuff. Slowly he put on a black vest and then a grey zip up hoodie, but leaving it unzipped. He laid down on his bed and took in the calm silence.

The ringing in his ears came back suddenly; tinnitus. An ever so common issue for soldiers, especially given close contact with flash grenades. Simon tried to forget the images of a bloodied Soap out of his mind, but they, along with the many demons, echoed within his mind.

Suddenly, there was a sharp rapid knock on the door, Simon knew all too well that it was Price. Gently getting up he reached for a clean skull balaclava and put it on and sliding on his trainers.

Ghost opened the door and saw Price, also showered and refreshed, not with his signature boonie.

"Alrigh' Price?" he mumbled, as he leaned against his doorframe.

"Not bad, Soap is awake" Price said, giving a slight grin, which grew as he noticed Ghost's eyes widen.

"How is he?" Ghost says grabbing his keys and moving out of his room, zipping his hoodie as Price moved out the way.

"Alive and well. You can see him, Gaz is there right now" Price said as he watched Ghost lock his door and then turned to face him.

"Let's go"

"Have a good rest?" Price asked

"Somewhat" Ghost gruffed "Can Johnny walk?" He asked

Price chuckled and gave Ghost a light pat on his shoulder

"More than that, he's dishin' out gossip to anyone who would listen" Price huffed

"Really?" Ghost said confused. Hours ago Soap was near the edge of death, and now he is gossipping.

"You have to see it for yourself" Price said

Both Price and Ghost made their way to the ICU where Soap was recovering. And recovering well Ghost assumed as he heard the sergeants laugh fill his body with ease; finally safe and alive.

Ghost approached the edge of the bed, Soap and Gaz finished their conversation before turning their attention to him. Gaz gave him a brief nod.

"Lt! You finally came!" Soap exclaimed his arms reached out, both which had ECG cables coming out him. Ghost saw the biggest grin he had ever seen coming from Soap's bruised and grazed face.

"Johnny.." Ghost mumbled

"Can yer believe that I am alive?!" Soap said, spitting out a laugh, lightly clapping his hands together "For sure thought I was dead" Soap laughed again finally resting his arms from excessive movement on his stomach.

Ghost narrowed his eyes at Soap and crossed his arms. He was acting like he had just had a small tumble and not got shot in the back.

"How's the legs?" Ghost mumbled moving closer over to Soap.

Soap gripped the blue hospital blanket, pulling it up slightly and revealing his wiggling toes. Ghost felt another wave of relief ripple through him.

"Alright Soap, put your stinkers away" Gaz said poking at Soap's feet with his charts that he was looking through earlier.

"Pfft, wanna gimme a sponge bath Gaz?" Soap grinned at Gaz who looked back him disgustingly at the thought.

"Come off it Johnny" Ghost said shaking his head at Soap.

"I was only jokin' Lt!" Soap chuckled

Ghost took in Soap's face and the shared moment of relief and serenity with Price and Gaz. The team was safe, wounded and shocked in places but back in familiar territory.

Gaz sat back down and continued to chat about who would give Soap a sponge bath, asking Price how much or what would it take... Price huffed and said something along the lines of not even if my right leg was blown off.

The conversations between the three faded as Ghost grabbed a chair and sat down, observing his comrades.

"Hey Lt, you hear about Doc?" Soap said, turning his attention to him

"Eh?" Ghost grunted looking up at Johnny with narrowed eyes

"Well, I was laying here, recovering, just woke up from the coma" He starts

'Wasn't a coma mate" Gaz said, Soap ignored him

"I hear a conversation slowly drift into my ears as I lay here recoverin'" Soap continued

"Ah he's telling the long version" Gaz interrupted and quickly went silent as Soap shot him an evil look.

"That Jones fella apparently paged Doc 999 - ICU.. Bless her soul, she must've thought I was dyin' again" Soap said sympathetically towards Ghost, whose eyes were still narrowed at him.

"Runs down here, and Doc notices my intubattery is out"

"Intubation tube" Gaz corrected stifling a laugh with his hand.

"Spit out the short version Johnny, I ain't got all day listenin' to fairy tales" He said sighing

"Pfft thought yer'd be nicer to be me since I am recoverin'" Soap spitted, point to his back.

"Basically, Jones paged Hari on the basis of doing an unauthorised surgery and said to show him her qualifications" Gaz summarised

"Oi, I was tellin' a story here!" Soap shouted, and flung a piece of apple at Gaz from his tray.

"Cut it out Soap" Price said and Soap promptly had a guilty look on his face.

"Wait, what?" Ghost said, straightening up in the chair

"Jones think she committed medical fraud" Price said

"But she saved 'im" Ghost said, throwing his hand out to Johnny

"Aye she did, oh forgot to mention the part Jones said she went psychotic at Foxham"

"Soap.." Price said sternly

"I didn't say anthin'" Soap exclaimed

"You say a lot shit Johnny" Ghost said "What you mean psychotic?" He added

"She apparently had a mental-" Soap started

"Alright, that's enough" Price stepped in "It's all been sorted" he added

"Is she leavin'?" Ghost asked, worry began to tremble through him.

What if you left before he could tell you who he was?

"No, she's staying." Price said

"Good" Ghost said aloud, then realised he said that aloud.

"Takin' a likin' to her ey Lt?" Soap said, giving him a mischievous grin.

Ghost looked away from Soap, he could feel his cheeks and neck getting hot.

"Not the only one" Gaz said, leaning back in his chair looking at Ghost and Soap with a grin. Both looked at eachother.

"I said she was pretty, I'm not in love with her" Soap shouted back at Gaz

As Gaz continued to tease Soap, Ghost got up and put the chair back

"You going?" Price asked

"Yeah" Ghost said moving closer to Price "Might see Doc, see if she's alrigh'?" He added

"She's knocked out at the moment, give her a till tomorrow" Price said and Ghost nodded.

"You goin-" Price started

"Give me 5 days." Ghost said looking straight at Price, who nodded and smiled, he gave him a light pat on the shoulder and let him go.

During the walk back to his room, Ghost made a promise to himself, to you.. 5 days, Ghost checked his watched, it was the 8th of October, 5 days would make it October 13th... He soon realised what day that was; the day The Captain died.

...

Finally after a good sleep, you were feeling slightly better. Yet the inner itch of anxiety trickled down your nerves anytime you heard the words Jones said to you...

"Heard you went psychotic whilst on shift."

Everytime that sentenced pierced your grey matter, your body shuddered, an attempt to rid the thought.

The hot droplets of water scattered across your naked body, taking your bamboo loofah, scrubbing your apple soap, creating a nice lather. You watch the bubbles accumulate as you scrub clean the sweat, the gunk trapped in crevices and bringing new life to the skin.

The fresh apple scent uplifted you, in combination with the hot shower, you felt like you could melt away...

But the oncoming thoughts of the revelation made the previous day flooded your thoughts.

Why would he take so damn long? You thought as you scrubbed over your knee and then down your calf.

But in your mind, you reasoned with yourself.. If you had been betrayed and then supposedly burnt alive you would keep that a secret. Anonymity was literally his name. Ghost

There... But not there really.

Getting out the shower, the cold morning breeze drifted into the bathroom, hitting your fresh skin.

After getting ready you made your way to the mess hall. As you locked the door, you gazed down the corridor to Ghost's room. Checking your watch it was 9:36 am, he would most likely be doing paperwork or something...

Heading down to the mess hall, it was there in the near empty hall you saw Ghost sitting alone on a lunch bench, a cup in front of him. As you both locked eyes, your mouth instantly curved into the biggest grin as you stared at the man hiding beneath the mask.

Your mischievous big grin made Ghost wary of you suddenly as he saw you walk in the mess hall, grabbing breakfast.

Something is up he thought to himself

Watching as you grabbed some breakfast, he kept his eyes on you until you sat right in front of him.

"Morning Lieutenant" You said, trying to not say Simon... Another grin appears.

"Mornin' Doc" He said, puzzled still by your big grin.

He watched as you slowly tilted your head to the side, strands your long brown hair falling too, as if you were analysing his inner workings. Trying to figure him out

"Is it your turn now doin' the starin'?" Ghost huffed, folding his arms

"Hmm perhaps" You replied

Ghost grumbled and looked down at his near empty tea in his mug.

"How's your injury?" You added as he remained silent, now it was his turn to stare at you.

"Fine. Better" He said.

"Good" You said, sucking in some air. You could feel some tension rising between you.

"Heard about Jones" He said, breaking the silence

You look at him, shocked at the bluntness.

"How did you-" You started

"Soap" Ghost said

"Soap?" You questioned "He's awake?!" You exclaimed

"Yeah, he's all good, you did a great job" He said, his eyes softened as he met your curious brown eyes.

"Good..." You say, taking a sip of coffee "What did he say about Jones?"

"Something happened at your old hospital" Ghost said, studying your face for any reaction.

"Yes..." You whispered, dreading the conversation that will follow.

Ghost took a deep breathe in.

"Tomorrow, we need to resume trainin'. Assume you've been doin' some since we've been away" He said changing the subject.

Shocked that he wasn't going to question you, you smiled briefly at him.

"Yeah, definitely, and yes, been training with the martial arts team on base too" You replied

"We shall see how well you can spar tomorrow" Ghost said.

He picked up his mug and said his goodbyes. He knew not to pressure you into giving him information he desperately wanted to know.

Within your own darkness, you seem to be hidin' your own demons too Ghost thought as he walked out.

...

It had only been a 3 days since Ghost, aka Simon Riley, had his deep wound stitched up, and yet he was persistent on picking back up the training, especially hand to hand combat training.

It was no surprise, the Simon you remember was proficient in unarmed combat. Now added with his Ghost persona, daunting others in his stride.

Each time you greeted each other in front of the training room he booked out, you'd ask him how he was.

"Alrigh'" He gruffed

That was his usual response. You didn't want to annoy him any further so you bit your tongue.

Finally, on the fourth day of training, you pinched a nerve with Ghost when you kept repeatedly asking if he was okay and if his wound be able to handle a beating or two.

"So far, I've overthrown you... 7 out of 8 times past three days" He snapped at you, blue eyes narrowed at you.

"Pretty sure it's 6" You replied bluntly as you recall the time you were jumping repeatedly to try and pull him over.

"7" Ghost retorted crossing his arms and stepping closer to you

"You are twice the mass of any normal combatant" You say rolling your eyes edging over to the mat.

"Well if you could knock me over, then it'd be easier knocking normal people" Ghost said following you onto the mat, and got into his ready position as you did the same.

He watched as your face changed, the fire suddenly lit behind the eyes as you narrowed your eyebrows. Waiting for your move, because he knew you would lunge first with a kick. And you did, he used his right arm to swat it away as if the oncoming kick was a fly. He took in satisfaction from your frustration at his easy block.

"Too predictable" Ghost muttered as he circled you slowly.

Taking a deep inhale you let out a deep sigh

"I don't have the upper body strength to take you down" You hurled back at him

"Just try it" He calmly said

Pulling your arms closer to your chest and face, jolting forward and giving a right punch. Ghost dodges.

Ghost decides to up the game and throws a punch, you duck and attempt to trip him with your legs again. He sighs and raises his leg in an attempt to kick you but you block with your right arm and side of the body, with your left arm you grab his thigh but Ghost quickly uses his upper arm to push you back - you stumble with the amount of force he put with such ease.

"Good attempt" He groaned as he stretched his neck and arms. where the muscles laid too defined under his scarred pale skin.

Meanwhile you were panting for air like anything. Walking off the mats you grab your flask and take a quick swig from it. The water replenishes the dryness of your mouth.

"Ready for another round?" Ghost asks, and you swear you heard a glimmer of laughter

Turning around placing the flask down in its own spot, wiping away droplets of water from the edge of your mouth, walking back up to the mats and face Ghost, getting back in your stance.

Lunging first again, you manage to hit Ghost and block one of his oncoming punches. Using his thigh as a stool, you jump up and twist round to his back and wrap your legs around his shoulders hooking your feet against his lower back, trying to use your core to tip him over, but you just ended spinning yourself to his front, feeling you slip, Ghost instinctively grabbed hold of your waist, keeping you from falling and snapping your neck.

"Ain't ya gonna listen to me and not use your legs?" He said gruffly

A small groan come out from your mouth.

His calloused fingers of his right hand grazed the brown skin beyond the edge of the joggers you wore. His grip around your hips tightened as he felt you relaxing your upper body, yet the grip with your legs over his shoulders remained.

He heard you panting slightly as you hung below him. Your tank top rose, unveiling more of the warm smooth brown skin. Like magnets, his eyes took in the vulnerability of your position as you hung casually.

You're gonna pounce he thought, planting himself and engaging his core, his wound although padded and nearly healed (Ghost thought) throbbed dully.

Yet you lay still. Ghost peered down at you again, his eyes laid on your breasts, between them he quickly looked at your chin and then the edge of your round nose. For a moment, he let himself glance at your breasts and then trailed up from your ribs to the protruding skin, a bronze glow as a beam of light bathed that region... Within his chest a ripple formed that gave him ease. His eyes wandered back up to the legs wrapped around his shoulders.

Taking your vulnerability to his advantage; Ghost grabs you right arm with his left and pulls you up and then over him. He heard you yell in disbelief as you were flung over him.

His right hand was no longer securely on your waist but now grasping your right inner thigh, making you lose grip over his shoulder.

Falling on your back you groaned with growing agitation as he threw you down.

"Was that necessary?" You groaned

"I ain't a damn tree" He snapped back, surveying you as you sat crossed legged down on the mat. The black tank top was perfectly fitted, showing your toned arms as you leant back. Ghost looked away and turned his back slightly

"Built like one" You muttered to yourself quietly and get back up up, rubbing your sore back and shoulder.

"Look, come here" Ghost said, rubbing his the skin underneath his mask, then motioned with his hand.

You came closer, and he took hold of your right arm gently.

"Form a fist" He said still holding your arm as you tightened the muscles lying beneath the skin.

"Good" Ghost said, and you looked up at into eyes blue eyes. Simon's blue eyes. As your eyes meet you feel a sharp zing bolt across you, quickly glancing back down to your fist, the feeling spread down to where he held your arm.

"Now, hit me with your upper arm-" He began and proceeded to move that part closer to your body "close like this" he added, and look down at you, meeting your eyes once again.

"'Kay" You sighed, engaging your core.

"Use your arms this time" Ghost repeated and gave a nod for you to go ahead.

You aim for Ghost's chest, he dodges, you attempt again to hit him with your left hand and you hit his chiseled torso.

"Good" he said "Block and defen' now" he added, and he lunged forward suddenly, delivering quick and sharp punches.

You block two, and then grab his right arm, and attempt to hurl him over, but due to his large size he remained where stood.

Thrusting your backside into him to try and get a bit of momentum, but he stood still.

Ghost felt slightly awkward as you kept getting close to his front, he felt your back, especially your bum, hitting his cock. He took a step back and turned his waist to the side, yet you followed his move in attempt to try and bring him down. With his left hand, he wrapped around your waist and lifted you up over his head.

"Not again!" You yelled as Ghost you mid air. He chuckled slightly as he brought you down but you swung your left leg around the back of his waist to try and swivel yourself out of his hold.

"Stop!" He yelled as he lost his balance and you let go of his waist with your leg, but still held onto his right arm. The sudden change in weight and momentum made Ghost fall right on top of you. Your face slammed into the mat, and lips making contact with the grit on the mat, saliva sputtered out as you groaned with annoyance and tiredness.

Ghost lifted himself off of you, he noticed your bare shoulders, as your tank top had a strap in the middle, exposing the tattoo he saw briefly one time on your left shoulder.

As you panted on the mat, Ghost stood on one knee over you and examined the different four flowers coming out of what looked like a skull. He gazed at the black monochromatic skull; an odd reflection of the skull he wore over his own.

He moved back and up, watching as your back muscles flexing as you pushed yourself up from the mat.

"Last round?" You say, wiping your hands together to get rid of the grit from the mats.

"Until you knock me over then it'll be the last roun'" He said, standing in the centre of the mat. Stretching his arms over his head and gazing back at you.

You meet his blue eyes again. Part of you so badly wanted to run up, jump and take his mask off and be huzzah! But that would be a total invasion of personal space and you figured he'd just toss you back to the ground as soon as you made any move.

Best bet is to keep on the defensive mode... Wait for him to strike

After about a minute of circling one another, Ghost struck first, punches that struck you on the side, yet you began to dodge them, delivering punches in return.

"Finally" Ghost said aloud, as he looked at your delivery of punches, few which he blocked and few a he took. He looked deep into your brown eyes, full of focus and determination.

Throwing more punches, blocking and then attacking.

"Good" Ghost said again and he swung out his right leg, doing a high kick and you block it and try to toss him over. It didn't work. Instead you let go his leg, and he swiveled trying to kick you again, you blocked and then remembered a move... A sudden rush of adrenaline charged through your blood.

With his back turned, it was then with your right leg that as you quickly crouched, hooking it around Ghost's left leg causing him to stumble, allowing you the edge to push his back with your left hand.

As Ghost fell forward he felt your hand grip his right ankle flipping him over like a pancake onto his back. Before he could fight back, you lunged on top of him, pinning his left arm with your right leg and your right hand near his throat. Your left knee was placed just on his hip, just the right amount of pressure to prevent him from getting up.

It was one of his signature moves. The surprise attack he would often use from behind.

How could you.. But then he remembered... Simon...

Him

You learnt it from him.

You kept him pinned down in the same position, forcing your entire weight on the points you held him down by. Boring your eyes into his. You could see the remaining black painting creased as he squinted his eyes at you.

"Gonna get off me?" He growled, hoping that would intimidate you.

Yet you persisted. Keeping the same stern look you stared at him. Tightening the grip you had on his right arm.

Annoyance began to grow in Ghost. But then he figured if you knew, then this was the consequences of his own making.

Your fingers were splayed against his throat covered by his skull balaclava. There was a terrible temptation to how badly you wanted to slide your fingers underneath, revealing the mole on his skin that covered his jugular.

What colour was it?

Smooth and circular or rough like potato. What shape is the mole?

As you thought of the mole, your grip began to tighten slightly on Ghost's throat.

Ghost felt his anxiety building inside as she tightened her grip on his throat.

How could I be so fuckin' stupid Ghost thought to himself, he pushed himself up but you were exerting all your strength into keeping him where he is.

"Do you know?" he croaked

"I know a lot of things, to which are you referring to?" You retorted

"Hmm" Ghost groaned, he shifted again under you, yet you remained.

"The day we first met.." You started, thinking carefully of the way you were wording your thoughts. Ghost eyes widened, becoming more attentive.

"Go on.." He said

"You said my old name, how did you know?" You asked, eyes narrowing at Ghost, hoping to catch him

"Looked through a file" Ghost lied quickly. Unable to bring himself to tell the truth.

You smirked, eyes narrowing further.

"Nah, pretty sure the Captain redacted my name"

Ghost drew all of his strength, he managed to get his right leg up and with his knee shifted his weight so that you stumbled off of him as he turned over.

"What you gettin' at?" He said getting up off the mat, lending out his right hand to help you up. You take it, and Ghost helps pull you up.

You know.. Ghost thought to himself as he watched you study his face

"I think I know who you are.." You whispered

Ghost felt a cold tinge begin within him, he crossed his arms over his chest, partly to stop his shaking hands being in view.

"Who am I?" He asked, stepping a bit closer to you

You take a deep breath.

"Simon Riley"

At the moment, Ghost's entire body went cold. What felt like an electric shock bolted in his body.

He was lost for words.

"What makes you think that?" He asked

"You have a mole on your neck, and Simon also had a mole" You stated, wanting to be done with the mind games and for him to take his mask off.

"Had?" Simon asked "Must mean he's dead"

"Supposedly dead" You said slyly.

"How'd you know this Simon had a mole?" Ghost asked, fully relishing in the moment of teasing you. He could sense the gears working overtime in your brain.

"I have a photo" You snapped "And I'll show it to you" You said, walking off the mats.

You were tired of the running around the questions. Answers were needed. As you looked behind you, Ghost began to follow your footsteps as you lead the way.

...

Ghost followed you into your room and closed the door behind you.

You pulled out the gold from that had the photo of the five soldiers, staring at it one last time before handing it over to Ghost.

Looking down at the image in the frame, Ghost recognised the Captain, you and a younger version of himself.

There he was. Simon Riley, before the betrayal, before the chaos and when he had a family. When he had a life outside the military.

Ghost looked up at you, your face still had the same stern look, he could tell that you wished it was the same Simon under this mask, the same Simon that was in the framed photo.

Standing in front of Ghost, he was leant back against the wall. The foreboding skull face whose eyes still protruded glared at you. Every now and then those blue eyes blink, replenishing the moisture of his lense covered in black paint ridden skin.

"I thought you were bacon"

"Bacon?" Ghost said in surprise

You tilt your head up, and watch as Ghost - no Simon - cock his head to the side, taking in an inhale as he shifts his weight about.

"Fried to a crisp" You muttered

"That ain't bacon love" He retaliated

You mouth curved when he said love... A cold pleasant feeling rippled through you.

"Is it you?" You ask, voice-breaking slightly, you could feel your eyes beginning ot sting as tears formed.

Ghost sighed, he placed the golden frame upright onto the set of drawers near him. He reached with his slightly trembling fingers, grasping the edge of his mask and took it off.

Your heart skipped a bit, mouth opening wide as the person finally revealed was alive.

"Simon" You murmured, stepping closer to him. It wasn't the same Simon in the photo. His blonde hair was not so blonde, dirtier blond-brown, and was messy and long on the sides. His jaw was covered in stubble, and as you stepped closer your could see scars scattered over his face; one over his nose that ran near his left eye, another across his cheek. His eyes looked tired, but the black paint didn't help.

Taking in every detail, you scan his face. Your mouth curved as you savoured this precious moment. Unable to stop the tears and the tightness in your chest as you got close to him. Simon.

Simon watched as the tears that fell from your eyes finally trickled down your cheek, dropping down to the floor that held them both in this moment of silence. He reached out for your hand and pulled you closer to him.

He took in your sorrow, guilt riddled him like an aching virus. He brought his hands up, his fingers tracing the bronze skin that glowed in the candlelight, trailing his forefinger and thumb against your skin, taking in the softness. Simon sighed and bowed his head slightly, he looked up and saw more tears coming from your eyes, wiping them away with his thumb. The rough palms grasped the nape of your neck, lulling your head back as he weaved his fingers through your brown hair. Simon gazed back, and closed his eyes placing his forehead against yours, his cold sharp nose tip pressing into your round nose.

"Ru" He whispered finally, his eyes still closed, yet he felt your wet lashes flicker against his.

"Simon" You croaked, and sighed deeply into him, Simon felt you relax and pulled in close to him, wrapping his warm strong arms tighter around you. Taking in the comfort as you melted into him.

Each inhale brought in a mix of cinnamon, musk, cigarettes and sweat. A perfect elixir that soothed your melancholy.

"Didn't mean to take so long" Simon gruffed

"I knew something was up" You said, sniffling as you pulled away, wiping the tears away with your wrist. Looking up at Simon, who still held you close to him.

"I just needed time" Simon said, his forehead touched yours has he took another inhale, a weight finally lifted off him.

Reaching around his waist, you wrap your arms tight.

"You took your time, then I took the shot" You said chuckling slightly into him. His grip on you tightened and you could feel him laugh a little too.

As Simon held you in his embrace, thankful that you were not mad, he finally felt his inner demons quell within the darkness that had put a hold on him for far too long.

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Uncertainty comes between us

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, self harm scars, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Hurt - Nine Inch Nails, No Blame - Christina Chong, Sinner - The Last Dinner Party

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12 and PART 13

Part 14

Peyton barged into the infirmary, her grin greeting you when you look up from your laptop.

"Oh piss off!" You moan aloud and you watch her shake her head, her short blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight.

She walks over to your desk, her white coat swinging as she walks.

"What are you doing here?" You bite at her not getting up from your chair and crossing your arms.

"You are being so rude!" Peyton shrieks back "I'm trying to be nice here" she said in a lower tone, laughing a little bit shoving her hands in the pockets of her white coat.

Leaning back and spinning slightly in your chair you roll your eyes.

"How long you been here?" You ask

"6 months" Peyton replies giving you a smile

"How did you know I was back?" You ask, you felt like you were doing an interrogation.

"Heard about a little scuffle you had with Dr Jones" Peyton chuckles, sitting down on the chair opposite you.

You lightly laugh back, still not giving in to the conversation

"How.. you been?" You slowly ask

Peyton gives you a wide smile, and twiddles her fingers against you side of the chair

"I've been good" She says "Heard you had a breakdown at Foxham?" She bluntly said.

Wow, straight to the jugular you think and you scoff at her rolling your eyes and turning the chair with your feet.

"Yep" You say sharply.

"Was it like-" She starts

"I'm not talking about it with you" You snap, circling back facing Peyton. She sighs and leans back in her chair, eyes still stuck to you.

"So you're back with your old crew?" She asks, changing the subject.

"Not my old crew" You say "Just not directly with the RAMC" You add leaning forward, arms sliding along the edge of the desk.

"Going on missions?" She asks, it was now her turn to ask the questions

"No.." You say, not indulging in the fact that you were beginning to train to go on missions.

Peyton looks at you curiously, even though it had been a year or so since you last met, the three years together meant she knew when you were hiding something. You were being blunt and avoiding eye contact.. but there were other reasons as to why you would be still angry with her.

"Yeah.." She mumbles, suddenly her pager goes off, that is attached to the waistband of her scrubs. She looks down and saw that she was needed back in one of the wards.

"We should catch up properly" She suggests at you, you were looking down in your black journal.

Some things do not change she thinks

You look up and nod, smiling weakly at her. "Hmm, yeah we should" You say slyly, staring back at her as she checks her pager.

"Nice seeing you again Ru" She says

"See you around Peyton" You say, smiling and then looking down at your journal, staring down at the blank pages.

Just my luck you wonder. Running into your ex at work. You plant your head on top of the pages of the journal, letting out a small groan.

Price's office

It was 5:36 pm when Ghost knocked on Price's office door, with a deck of cards in his hands, tapping the deck against his thigh as he waited for Price to answer. When the door opened Price was on the other side, Ghost peaked in, no one else was there.

Price had said 5pm for this little pre mission gathering. Of course he had tricked him.

"You said 5pm" Ghost gruffed as he walked in to the office. Price knew Ghost didn't like these 'relaxing' gatherings that he started having after they got back from their last mission from Chicago.

"Team bonding exercise Simon" Price huffs patting his on the shoulder. "I knew you come late if I said it actually started at 6" Price added

Ghost grumbled as he sat down on his usual spot on the sofa, drumming his fingers against the deck of cards resting on his thigh.

"You brought cards Simon!" Price bursted out, smiling at him. Ghost looks away and then looks down at the glasses Price placed down on the coffee table. Ghost counted five glasses.

"Who else is coming?" He asks Price

"Gaz, Soap and Hari" He says turning back to his desk where he brought out a carrier bag, bringing to the side of the coffee table.

"Alrigh'" Ghost said

"How was training with her?" Price asks sitting down on his armchair.

"She's lacking crucial core strength, but will improve" He said

"Hmm" Price mumbles "You haven't told-" Price starts

"Not now" Ghost interrupted him, knowing full well where the conversation was going. "Need to focus on this next mission" he adds looking over to Price who nods

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, Price got up and opened it, Soap and Gaz came in.

"Alrigh' Cap?" Gaz says holding a board game, scrabble, in his hand.

"Got Monopoly" Soap says tapping this box

"Looks like it's turning into a games night" Price said closing the door behind him, checking his watch, it was 5:55pm

"Actually sir, this is yours" Gaz says handling the scrabble box to him and taking a seat on the other armchair whilst Soap sat on the sofa and the both laughed.

"Was wondering where this went" Price said setting the game on the coffee table, he was about to sit down, until there was another knock on the door.

Ghost looked up at the door, his heartbear quickened.

"Hari! You made it" Price said patting you on the shoulder, he noticed you holding a mug, Price let out a small chuckle as he let you walk in.

Walking into the office with your mug, and you notice the rest of the team were already there, Gaz, Soap and of course Ghost. You scan round looking for a place to sit, but the only viable option was the small space between Ghost and Soap on the sofa. You notice both men ogle at your bare legs briefly before shifting to the sides as you make your way to the empty spot.

Price orders Gaz to get some ice from the his break room next door, Gaz gets up and leaves.

Ghost switched his gaze from your long brown legs to your pale green shorts and back down at the deck of cards still in its box, he shifts slightly as he sees you in the corner of his eye move to the small space between. Ghost shifts himself further into the arm of the sofa as you sit down.

Bad idea wearing shorts you think as you sit down between Ghost and Soap.

"How you doin' lassie?" Soap asks grinning at you

You turn to look at him, looking blankly at his grin spreading across his face.

"Not bad, yourself?" You say, squeezing your legs together, both Ghost and Soap had their legs spread.

Gaz returns with a bowl full of ice and sets it down on the table and returns to the small armchair.

"Better now" He says winking at you, you smile flatly at him, looking down at empty mug still in your hand.

Ghost overhears what Soap said and turns to him and looks at you, you turn to him.

"How are you lieutenant?" You ask.

He looks down at you, blue eyes baring into your glassy brown eyes, this was the first time he was in close proximity with her.

"Good" he says, trilling his fingers against the desk of cards still in his hand.

"Captain, you're allowing us to drink this evening?" Gaz says perking up at the sight of Price holding a bottle of dark amber liquid in his hand as he heads back to his chair.

"Just one lads" He says "And lass" Price adds looking up at you, now remembering you were here too.

"Nice" Gaz says who quickly grabs a glass from the centre and places a few cubes of ice in it.

"Aye, what is it sir?" Soap says reaching for a glass.

"Scotch" Price says pouring in Gaz's glass that he held.

"So no tea?" You say gesturing to your mug that was in your hand, moving slightly forward.

Ghost looks down at the empty mug that you held within your hands, his eyes linger on your skin, looking at the mole on your right knee.

"Yer can have tea if you'd like, kettle is next door" Price says sitting down on his chair

"Try a bit o' scotch Doc" Soap says nudging you as he grabs a glass from Price and hands it over to you. You take the hand off him and stare at the ice surrounded by the amber liquid.

"Guessin' you never had scotch" Gaz says

"Oh I've had whiskey before" you say "Just don't like the burning sensation"

Ghost can't help but roll his eyes at your comment.

"You've not had good whiskey" He said looking at you as he grabs his glass from Price.

"Ghost loves his whiskey" Gaz laughs and Ghost grunts in response, you smile at Gaz and then turn to Ghost who was focused on the contents of his glass.

"Alright lads and lass" Price begins, bringing his glass up in the air "To a safe mission, cheers" He brings is glass in the middle and the glasses clinks with the others.

You take a sip of the scotch, and couldn't help but wince as the liquid scorched your throat and left a bitter taste on your tongue. You meet Soap's eyes and he laughs at your disgusted face.

"You're supposed to savour it" Soap says, swirling his glass in his hand.

"Savour what? The burning?" You retort, rolling your eyes and placing the glass on the coffee table.

Ghost pulled down his mask once he took a sip. He let the whiskey slide over his tongue before swallowing it. He couldn't detect any other flavours apart from burnt oak. Price got the shit whiskey.

"Shit whiskey that's why" Ghost said looking at Price who tutted and sat back in chair.

"Well I couldn't your fancy whiskey from Tesco's Si-Ghost" Price said, slipping up on Ghost's name. He cleared his throat and took another sip of the whiskey to avoid the glare coming from Ghost.

"Does this fancy whiskey actually have flavour?" You ask, turning to Ghost. Ghost meets your gaze, your brown eyes luring him in.

"Yes" He says, turning away from you so he could take another sip when he lifted his mask up.

"Noah's Mill cost a bloody fortune" Gaz says "£80 for some american whiskey"

"Tastes good though" Soap chimes in

"Prefer a good pint of Budweiser" Gaz replies

"You ain't got fine taste" Ghost says turning to Gaz

"Ghost you drink like an old man" Gaz adds and takes another sip of the scotch.

Ghost shakes his head and drums his fingers against the glass.

"Yer like to drink doc?" Soap says clearing his throat and turns to you, his knees touching yours.

"Not much, can't deal with the hangovers" You say, and take another small sip of the whiskey, this time letting the liquid settle over your tastebuds, trying to see if there was any flavour to this drink. None. You swallow and wince again at the burning.

"Canny imagine you being this wild party lass" Soap says smiling

"No, I wasn't, would have a few drinks after work at the hospital" You say, not giving into the bad benders you'd go on...

You swirl the glass in your hands, feeling squashed slightly between Soap and Ghost.

"Alright, let's play a game" Gaz says, sensing your discomfort. "Cards Ghost?" He said looking at the deck of cards placed on the edge of the coffee table near Ghost. Ghost picked the deck up and handed it to Gaz.

"Rummy?" You suggest

"Good idea" Price says nodding towards you.

Gaz shuffles and deals out the cards. Ghost picks up his stack and partakes in the game, silently observing you and everyone. Nights before a mission were always uneasy for him. The dread of not coming back lingered in the back of his head. And now, with you here. What if he couldn't come back for you?

Soap played his run and picked up a card from the stockpile, Price and Gaz exchanges looks of curiosity, it was Price's turn and he picked a card from the discarded pile and huffed. Gaz, threw down three kings and then it was Ghost's turn. He picked up a card, five of clubs, and then looked over to you. You held your cards close to your chest and picked up a card, queen of hearts, and then threw down three queens with your left hand. The one he nearly crushed.

The game ran for a few rounds, Gaz making a quip at Soap, saying that he was cheating somehow, Soap getting defensive and muttering to himself in his Scottish slang. Price, who's pile of cards in his hands seem to grow as he didn't play his run. You laughed as Gaz threw down his last run, and yelled

"WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!" Pointing at Soap, who threw his cards down on the coffee table and scoffed. Gaz collected the cards and placed them on the box and handed them back to Ghost.

Price looked at his watch, it was nearly 9:15 and the crew had to be up in a few hours.

"It's time for some sleep" Price said, slapping his thighs with his hands. "We need to be fresh for 4am" He adds

The others nod and mumble in agreement and slowly get up. Ghost was the first to get up and head to the door, he turned back towards Price

"Cheers Price, G'night all" He said nodding at everyone in the room. He was met with a chorus of good nights, Soap yawned and waved at him. He saw you smile at him before he left.

"Be safe, and I'll be here when you all get back" You say, picking up the mug and moving towards the door.

"Thanks Doc" Soap says

"Good night Doc, we'll see you when we get back" Gaz said, he puts his fist out and you bump it with yours and smile at him.

"Good night everyone" You say again, leaving Price's office and heading back to your quarters. When will they return you did not know, but you wished they'd come back safely.

...

You laid in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Placing the covers over your head you shut your eyes and trying to drift off. The little cover you made became too hot , tossing the covers off and laying on your back you stare at the ceiling. There was a knock at your door. Throwing the covers off, you look at the alarm clock on the side table, the red numbers that read 10:15 pm flared in the dark.

Who would be needing me at this time? You wondered, getting up from the bed, turning the lamp on, putting on a pair of shorts that lay on your chair, not wanting to great who was on the other side in your bright pink lacy underwear. Opening the door you were greeted by the masked man, Ghost, wearing a think black t-shirt, his muscular veiny arms on show.

Ghost himself was unable to sleep, guilt riddled him as he lay in his own bed. The worry lingered in him before the mission as always, but there was something else, he had to make sure your arm was okay.

"Lieutenant, are you alright?" You ask, rubbing your eyes before looking up at him.

"Yeah, I just..." He trailed off, looking at you and then behind into your room, your bed covers a mess. Clearly he had just woken you up and the guilt increased within him.

"Your arm okay?" Ghost asks, clearing his throat, looking down at your left arm.

Looking down at your forearm, you remember the grip he had. The dull pain came and went, but it wasn't agonising. There was a little bruise from where he grabbed you, lifting your arm up to show him.

"It's all good" You say, smiling slightly.

Why are you so concerned? You thought

Ghost notices the dark red bruise on the forearm you held up in his eyeline. He looked back into your doe eyes and gently took ahold of your wrist, turning your arm over so he could see the other side. Three long red marks, remnants of his fingers that gripped the flesh, trying to crumble the bones had painted your brown skin.

"It's nothing Lieutenant" You say watching him analyse the marks he left. He brought his left hand up, tracing the bruise he made with his fingers, his rough skin going against your soft skin.

"Ghost?" You say, bewildered at how gentle he was being

"Hmm"

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm" He mumbled gently, his steely blue eyes fixed on your arm.

Ghost continued to trace the bruise with his fingers, the warmth coming off your skin was strangely comforting him. He looked up and saw the white scars scattered across your arm. Without thinking, he began to move his fingers, tracing the bumps of the horizontal scars that were near your inner elbow.

You looked at his scars that were on his arms, bigger and judging by the pink and white tissue, these were deeper. Your eyes meets the tattoos on his left forearm, skulls, bullets and bombs.

"These happened a long time ago" Ghost concluded, breaking the silence.

"Yes" You whisper, trying to pry your hand back from Ghost's hands, he let go.

"You don't do that anymore?" He said folding his arms across his chest looking down at you, still in the doorway of your room.

"No sir" You say looking back at him, moving back into your room. "Would you like to come in?" You ask

Ghost takes a deep breathe in. He knew he was in dangerous territory, his eyes flickered to your bed and then around your room. Stepping in to your room, he closed the door behind him slightly, folding his arms again.

"Can't sleep sir?" You say looking at Ghost, now in the middle of your room.

"Just needed to make sure your arm is okay" Ghost said "That was irresponsible of me" He added

"You had a panic attack sir, it's understandable. Plus, I am okay, otherwise I would've said" You reply smiling at him

The upfront honesty was a breath of fresh air for Ghost. He moved closer to you.

"I owe you a cuppa Doc" He said

You look at his blue eyes glazed and became slightly crinkled, a sign you took for him smiling underneath his mask.

"Yorkshire chai when you come back then" You say looking up him smirking.

Ghost gave out stifled huff, turning away from you to the little lamp on your bedside table and then back to you. The yellow hue had bathed your skin, your eyes turning a shade honey brown, drawing him in.

Just like that he stepped closer to you, reaching his arms out, pulling you into him. He wrapped his left arm over your back and his right he held your head in his chest. Ghost closed his eyes, hoping you wouldn't pull away.

You were shocked at first, but you wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing tight. Taking his scent, a mix of cigarettes and musk, eiter from his aftershave or antiperspirant.

Ghost slowly let you go, his hands bracing your shoulders, he cleared his throat and looked at you as your held onto his elbows.

"Sorr-" He began

"Did you know there was study that showed hugs reduce blood pressure and stress" You blurt

Ghost was taken aback, and smirked under his mask and let go of you, folding his arms across his chest again.

"Yes, levels of oxytocin increase in the brain" You add "Just some things I know" You say smiling brightly at Ghost

"Hmm" He mumbled "Do feel a bit better" He added

"Good" You reply. "As your doctor, I am happy to help" You add looking at Ghost, whose eyes began to wonder around your room where they finally rested on the alarm clock on your table that read 10:40 pm

"Need to actually sleep" He said, gazing back at you, you nod and smile at him

"Big day tomorrow" You whisper "Good luck with the mission, I'll see you when you're back for that tea"

"'Course doc" Ghost said, he moved to the door and walked out, stopping momentarily to look back at you "Thank you... for the hug.." He mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

You laugh slightly, and walk towards the doorway and look at his steely blue eyes. "Anytime Ghost, I'll always be here" You beam at him and he nods at you

"Good night Doc" He said

"Good night lieutenant" You reply and wave at him as he walked off down the corridor to his room. Closing the door you let out of a sigh and a smile had taken a hold of your face.

There was something there between the two of you, you were not sure what, but there was some weird kind of pull that made you curious about the masked man, Ghost.

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[thoughtsandbones]

Within the field of danger

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, self harm scars, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Weak Became Heroes - The Streets, Sinner - The Last Dinner Party and Special Ops: Lioness Main Titles - Andrew Lockington

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13 and PART 14

Part 15 I

This Chapter will be split into two parts!!

The AQ operative had flung himself onto Ghost, he has been ambushed when he entered the greenhouse, his gun was near the doorway, he pushed the AQ soldier off him and lunged towards his gun, arms reaching to his handle, but the AQ soldier drew his knife and sliced his exposed waist, cutting the straps of his vest in the process.

"Fuckin' bastard" Ghost growled as he grabbed his gun and shot back at the soldier and who flung back after being sprayed with bullets.

"Ghost where are you?!" Price yelled over the radio, in the background he could hear ongoing gunshots.

"Greenhouse" Ghost growled again, his fingers tracing the gash the AQ soldier gave him.

"Meet at the greenhouse!" Price announced over the radio

"Copy Price" Soap quipped

"Copy sir" Ghost said, reloading his gun and adjusted his tactical vest. He didn't have time to open up his med kit and patch himself up. Every second counted.

AQ operatives were circling the 141, Ghost had been separated from the rest of the task force, a truck full of AQ soldiers had cut him off away from the Price, Gaz and Soap when he was covering their six.

"Lt, I'm 2 minutes away from the greenhouse" Soap said over the radio

"AQ is boxin' us in" Price shouted "Gaz and I are 5 minutes"

"Johnny, I'm exiting the rear of the greenhouse" Ghost said over the radio, checking his corners as he moved outside, looking ahead he saw Soap running up to meet him. Suddenly, an AQ vehicle drives up behind. The sand and dust was caught up in the air, making it hard for Ghost to see properly.

Aiming down his sight to shoot down the driver, but didn't notice the other AQ soldier peep out on right and shoot at Soap.

Soap buckled down as he reached Ghost, his left hand reaching his lower back. Ghost's stomach lurched.

"SOAP'S HIT" Ghost shouted down the radio, moving towards Soap, still shooting at the AQ vehicle. The driver dead, the two soldiers jumped out, Ghost quickly dropped them as he covered Soap who had fully collapsed on the ground.

"We need extraction now Nik!" Price shouted, he could see Ghost covering Soap in the distance near the greenhouse, he looked up in the clear blue skies, no sign of their extraction.

"I'm nearly there" Nik said over the radio

Ghost turned his attention to Soap, who was on the face front on the ground, he rolled over on his back.

"Where you hit Johnny?" He said checking his front and legs

"Back" Soap groaned, wincing as he tried to turn over, his legs feeling numb.

Grabbing his right arm, Ghost pulled Soap over his shoulders, he heard Soap cry out in pain with the movement.

"We'll fix ya on the helo" Ghost said carrying him over to the landing zone.

"My.. le-legs" Soap whimpered "Canny feel m-my l-legs" Soap staggered.

Ghost felt cold shock run through him.

"Ghost, covering your six" Gaz said over the radio, running up behind Ghost as he carried Soap

"Nik where are you!?" Price shouted looking up in the skies before scanning the surroundings in case AQ show up

"I see you" Nik said over the radio

"Simon-" Soap started

"Johnny, hang on" Ghost said looking up at the helo as Nikolai descended down to their position

"AQ!" Gaz shouted as he spotted multiple AQ trucks drive up to their position. Gaz and Price moved together protecting Ghost and Soap as they shot back at AQ whilst the other two went into the helicopter. Gaz and Price followed shortly after.

"Let's go Nik!" Price said as he moved further in the helicopter, Gaz closed the doors, Nikolai began to ascend, leaving AQ behind.

Ghost crouched over Soap, turning him over and saw red gushing down his back. He reached over to his med pack, taking out the cellox, ripping the dressing out of its package and began packing it partially in the wound and then around Soap.

"Lt-" Soap began, his bloodied left hand reaching up to him.

"Stay still Johnny" Ghost said calmly.

"Can't feel my legs" Soap whimpered

Ghost was struck with that same cold shiver going through him.

"Jus-t shock Johnny" He said

"How long 'till we get back?" Gaz said moving over to Price

"Couple of hours" Nik said over the radio

"We don't have a few hours" Price said looking down at Soap, pushing down the feeling of guilt and anguish down. FOCUS he thought, turning back over to Nik

"Lt I'm not gonna make it" Soap said, using all his strength sitting up slightly, Ghost helped him, grabbing his left blood stained hand, gripping tight, he looked at Soap's sudden pale face.

"Shut up Johnny, Doc's gonna fix ya" Ghost said, looking down at Soap's bandaged stomach

Soap gave out a weak laugh

"She shoulda come with us" He said, his eyes closing, he lulled his head back

"Doc's gonna fix you up" Ghost said again, shaking Soap, his eyes still closed. "C'mon Johnny" he added, shaking his arm harder, hoping the tightness of his grip would keep him awake.

Soap felt himself fade away, the voice of Ghost becoming distant, he mentioned you again, everything faded to black...

...

It was 3am and the sudden beeping of your pager awoke you. You reach up and rubbing your eyes you see TRAUMA along with RAMC flicker across the small digital screen. Leaping out of bed, you quickly get ready and rush out and head over to the RAMC building.

You meet Peyton, already prepped in trauma PPE down in the the Emergency entrance.

"What happened?" You ask as you wash your hands down by the steel sink behind her

"Member of the 141 has been injured, gun shot wound in the lower back" Peyton, says looking out on the blank white painted H on the landing.

You look up, your heart quickens at the sudden mention of Task Force 141. It had been five weeks. Over one month. It was another Wednesday to you... Drying your hands, you place the yellow PPE over your dark blue scrubs, the same ones Peyton was wearing.

It was odd. Working with your ex, especially in the military. She was cadet like you, her Dad Texan and English mother born in London. Growing up in Houston, then heading to medical school in the UK, where the two of you met up...

You shake your head, trying to rid the sudden rush of images of the two of you, when you were together, and then the moments where everything had changed.

"Who got shot?" You asked, walking up close to the landing pad and then back to Peyton

"Sergeant MacTavish" Peyton replied, looking at you, her eyes meeting your widened eyes.

"Do we have contact with them?" You ask, rushing over to the phone that hung by the entrance

"Yes, phone number is 0113 998211" Peyton rolls off, watching as you punch in the numbers. The line rings, there was a click at the other end, a gruff voice spoke.

"Price"

"Captain, what is the situation?" You say.

Taking in the information Price gave you, you respond back to him on what they should do to help; pressure, keep the area clean and use the cellox. All of which he had already done.

"We are 10 minutes out" Price says "See you soon" He says. You hang up and turn to Peyton

"OR being prepped?" You ask and Peyton nods, she closes her eyes. She savours the quiet. Bracing the oncoming chaos.

You watch Peyton as she breathes in and out, all controlled.

The distant whirring of a helicopter approaches, the noise becoming louder as Nikolai touched down near the emergency entrance of the RAMC.

You and Peyton jump into motion, instinctively grabbing the gurney, and wheeling it towards the helo.

From the helo, Price and Gaz descend first, arms outstretched towards Ghost who was carrying an unconscious Soap.

A cold rush ran through your body, quickly suppressing it you bring to a halt as Ghost approached, his khaki fatigues dirty and dusty. The skull plated mask he wore gave foreboding feeling as he carried a lifeless Soap over and places him on the gurney.

"Shot in the back" Ghost grumbled heavily, looking dead at you. Expecting you to do your miracle work and fix him.

You watch as Price and Gaz take off the gear and help out Nikolai, turning your attention back to Soap, his skin pale and adorned with the dirt and grime. Blood had soaked his grey t-shirt and green army vest. His once cheerful face was expressionless. This was

"Help me roll him" You say towards Peyton, who lifted Soap so you could see where the bullet went. Examining the wound, which was covered in cellox, tracing the bandages with your latex gloved fingers.

"Good call on the cellox" You say not making contact with Ghost.

"Let's go" Peyton said, you began to roll the gurney until a bloodied skeleton gloved hand grabbed your elbow tightly.

"You gotta save him" Ghost said plainly, feeling a lump form in his throat. His blue cold eyes piercing you.

"We'll do our best" You reply.

The grip he had on your elbow tightened.

"Save. Him" Ghost growled

To be continued...

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[thoughtsandbones]

hi there!

i just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing :)

happy near year and happy holidays if you celebrate. i hope you’re doing better during this hiatus and know that there are people thinking of you (including me) <3

absolutely no pressure for you to open this and respond/share, have a nice day/night regardless!!l

Helllo Starryrina!

I have been well sort of... Finally got out of the bad relationship and just been kind of 'recovering' the past few weeks. But it is indeed a New Year and new things are on the horizon ahead.

It is currently assessment month for me, I'm not sure if I will return with a continuation of my ongoing series yet.... But you never know! ;)

Hope you have been good and had a good Christmas and New Years and keeping well and hydrated!! <3

ThoughtsandBones 💙

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[thoughtsandbones]

The way you ease my trepidation

Kyle 'Gaz" Garrick x F! Black OC (Clarissa Edwards)

Because I keep seeing posts on people excluding our guy Gaz who's LITERALLY THE MAIN CHARACTER YOU PLAY IN MWI and MWII!!!!!

The storyline follows my main fanfic from Part 15 II - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Profanity, fluff, medical inaccuracies (because all my knowledge regarding medicine comes from Grey's Anatomy and that one stint I did as a first aider)

A/N: This is my first time writing a black character, I've heavily used @writingwithcolor as a guide to ensure I am doing my best to represent the characters. Please do let me know if there are any issues!

Song inspo: 'No Blame' - Christina Chong, Move - Milo Greene, Maan Meri Jaan - King and Nick Jonas, Phantom Studies - Marcel Dettmann and Ben Klock

As Kyle made his way to the RAMC building, Soap's voice echoed in his head.

"Can't feel my legs"

"Lt I'm not gonna make it"

He tightened the grip he had on his vest that he still had not taken off, tainted with Soap's blood when helped Ghost with packing the cellox into the gunshot. Checking his watch it was 12:15pm.

Doc should be done by now he thought to himself as he walked through the double doors, walking past all the medical personnel and straight to reception.

He was met by an empty desk, and looking around the wards he could not see the Doctor nor any other authority figure. Kyle slid his hand into his back pocket retrieving his keycard.

The ambush from AQ when they were in Al Mazrah was something they had not expected, especially not with the kind of hardware they were carrying. State of the art machine guns, snipers, RPGs and up armoured vehicles. All this reeked of Makarov's doing.

Squeezing his fist tighter at the thought of Makarov's smug face made his blood boil. He smacked the reception desk hoping to release some of his built up anger, but it didn't help.

It was then he noticed the big whiteboard behind the desk on the wall and moved closer to it, scanning down the list of patient names until he found John MacTavish, his eyes slid across the row and saw Dr Hari Kaur and Dr Peyton Marie as surgeons assisted by Nurse Clarissa Edwards, Nurse Jenny Mao and Nurse Mikey Way. He then saw he was in the ICU bed 12. Looking down at his all-access keycard, Kyle grinned slightly and made his way to the double doors where the sign pointed ICU.

Once he arrived at the ICU, Kyle made his way to bed 12. There he saw Soap, laying on his back, eyes still closed and intubated. Cables where attached to Soap which were connected to the machines surrounding him, beeping rhythmically. The pipe coming out of his mouth was so unnatural an uneasy sick feeling settled in Kyle's stomach as he stepped closer.

"Soap?" He said, hoping that somehow the Scotsman could hear him and wake-up.

But no answer.

"Jesus" He whispered as he rested his hands against the bed where Soap laid. "You gotta wake up mate" He said nudging his left hand slightly.

Still no response.

Kyle sighed and closed his eyes, running his calloused hands through his hair and scratching the nape of his neck.

"Excuse me, what are you doing in here?" A voice behind him said sharply. Kyle turned, his eyes met a nurse dressed in baby pink scrubs that made her deep sepia skin glow, there was a green stethoscope wrapped around her neck that was crowned by black braids that swayed as she moved closer to him. In her hands she carried a tray with a big bag of liquid with a long thin pipe coming out of it.

"Err.. came here to see Soap" Kyle said, trying to remain cool, straightening up to appear more authoritative

"Dr Marie said I could see him" he lied, hoping she won't pester him...

"Really?" She said, her brown eyes widening, a grin appeared on her face. "When did you speak to her?" She asked moving over to Soap setting aside the tray on the overbed table, and then checked his charts that was in the folder hanging on the end of the bed near his feet.

Kyle cleared his throat. Gotta bullshit my way out of this he thought

"Few minutes ago in reception" He said, smiling at the nurse, trying to look at her keycard to identify her.

The nurse looked up from the chart and at Kyle, and raised her left eyebrow.

"Now, that's a lie as Dr Marie is currently snoring her head off in the on call room."

A wave of guilt and anxiety rushed over Kyle as he was rumbled.

"Err-" Kyle stuttered as he looked around the ICU, shifting his weight before looking back at the nurse who was still giving him a cautious look.

"I'm sorry I lied, just needed to make sure he was okay" Kyle admitted, looking back at Soap.

The nurse slightly relaxed, putting away the charts back in the folder and looked at Kyle as he gazed upon Soap. Her gaze met his and his eyes wandered back to her, she gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Alright, five more minutes, I need to give him some meds so you can stay here with me." She sighed moving towards the alcohol gel dispenser, squirting the foam on her hands before rubbing them together.

"Thanks Doc" Kyle said grinning at her

The nurse laughed "I'm nurse Clarissa Edwards, not a doctor" She said "Doctors wear blue scrubs, nurses wear pink or green" She added putting on a pair of pale blue gloves.

"Ah okay, that makes sense" Kyle said, now remembering Dr Kaur always wearing blue scrubs "It's nice to meet you Clarissa, I'm Sergeant Kyle Garrick"

"Nice to meet you too Sergeant" Clarissa said, giving him a big smile. Kyle watched as she moved over to the tray on the overbed table, grabbing the IV bag and hooking it onto the IV stand, and then moved to Soap's right hand, taking the stopper out of the cannula on the front of his hand, inserting a syringe with saline to flush the cannula.

"What's that you doin'?" Kyle asked curiously, peeking over to see what Clarissa was doing

"Just doing a saline flush, making sure any residual medicine is pushed into his vein, and prevents infection." She said, briefly looking over at Kyle's curious face.

"Ah I see" Kyle says "Did the operation go well?" He asked

Clarissa looked up. It was natural and normal for fellow soldiers to be perplexed about medical procedures, especially when their teammates were involved.

"The op went well, Dr Kaur and Dr Marie did their best" She said, not taking her eyes off the cannula as she attached the line of the IV bag.

Kyle hesisted a bit, his left leg began to shake rapidly, the heel of his boot making a rapid tapping sound against the vinyl floor. Clarissa looked down at his foot and then back up to Kyle's concerned face, sensing the oncoming trepidation.

"He got shot in the back" Kyle blurted without thinking, looking at Clarissa, who narrowed her eyes and then returned to the cannula, using an alcohol wipe to clear up the dirt between Soap's fingers.

Kyle wanted to smack his head against the wall. Stupid thing to say, of course she knew that he thought, turning away from Clarissa he rolled his eyes and brought his right hand to his face, running his forefinger and thumb across his brows.

Clarissa took her gloves off, and took a deep breathe in through the nose before exhaling through her mouth.

"The bullet was removed, there was a bit of nerve damage, but Dr Kaur did a neural graft. We won't know the full extent of any damages until he wakes up" She said to Kyle who still had his back to her.

Kyle turned back around

"He said he couldn't feel his legs on the helo" Kyle said, eyes glazed with tears as his mind took him back to the moment in the helo when Soap said those exact words to them.

Clarissa moved away from Soap and then walked around the bed, facing directly towards Kyle.

"You and your team did the best you could, the cellox was a great call, it definitely saved his life" She said, placing her hand on Kyle's shoulder.

Kyle felt a ripple of warmth wash over him as she placed her hand on him, he gazed at Clarissa, who smiled at him, he was struck by her striking beauty and kindness.

"It will take time, at the moment, it is a bit too early as he needs rest to aid recovery" Clarissa stated, smiling at Kyle. "We are keeping an eye on him, and we have the best doctors and nurses around in case anything happens" She added

Kyle's anxiety eased as she continued to reassure him that Soap would be okay.

"I suggest you also get some rest Kyle, I'll give you a call when he wakes up" She said

The continued reassurance and smiles that Clarissa gave him additional comfort. Kyle felt at ease.

"Thanks Clarissa, I'm sorry for barging in and lying" He said, looking guiltily at her

Clarissa laughed and smiled broadly which made Kyle's heart flutter as she gently tapped him on the the shoulder.

"Better get going, don't want to get in trouble" She said

"Ah I won't get in trouble don't worry" He said smiling back as he headed towards the door.

"Not worried about you! I'm saying me! Only authorised personnel are allowed in the ICU, especially not those covered in blood and dirt... no offence" Clarissa said, winking Kyle.

"Shit," Kyle said, realising he dragged his dirty combat boots into the ICU, breaking the clean protocol, he hurried to the door and opened the door, allowing Clarissa to walk through first who had whispered a thank you to him as she passed.

They walked out down the corridor back towards a now busy reception area.

Kyle turned to Clarissa who moved behind the reception desk, grabbing a whiteboard pen before scribbling the names of medicine and time administered on the row where Soap's name was. She turned towards Kyle who was still standing by reception.

"Thanks again Clarissa, you were really helpful" He said, smiling back.

"No problem Kyle, I promise to call you when he wakes up and when I get proper authorisation from either Dr Marie or Dr Kaur" She said, laughing slightly as Kyle widened his eyes at the mention of Dr Marie.

"You won't tell her-" He began

Clarissa's eyes widened and she shook her head as she noticed Dr Jones walk in behind Kyle.

"Clarissa, I need you to check on Miles in ward 3" He said not making any eye contact with her and moved towards the board.

"Yes sir" She said looking at him cautiously as he scanned the board "I'll speak to you later Kyle" She said finally before walking off. Kyle watched on as she walked off

"Bye Clarissa!" He yelled at her and laughed as she turned and gave him another wink.

Kyle walked back out the doors of the RAMC and basked in the sun that shone down on base. Relief washed over him as he took a big inhale through the nose. Checking his watching it was 1:36pm, he had been up for over 24 hours, and decided to take Clarissa's advice of getting some well deserved rest as he headed back to his quarters.

He hoped to see that dazzling smile soon.

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[thoughtsandbones]

I am in a cafe in the city trying to study, but this cafe is literally got Simon 'Ghost' Riley written all over it. And by that I mean all the skulls and gothic drawings...

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[thoughtsandbones]

Series Update:

I have an upcoming chapter in the works. But it will be a LONG one, and I want to make sure I do what I have planned/thought justice.

Please do bare with me and also I am looking for help with my title of the next chapter (In regards to Shakespearean english) , if anyone is able to help please do DM me! :D

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[thoughtsandbones]

Life took a tumble...

So You know how I said I was back... Well last two weeks I had a mental breakdown over assignments and I completely fell out of life and just dissociated. Yay we love mental health disorders.... If that makes sense?

In regards to coming back to writing, I will continue the last draft, but I am not sure I how feel about still writing war related fanfic, especially with the genocide going on in Palestine 🇵🇸. My heart aches for all those people, and I am so fucking lucky and privileged compared to those in Palestine, who are being killed by those actual terrorists that is Is-not-real, and their government.

The original storyline I had planned out just does not seem right to write about anymore. And the next chapter may be the last for a while.

But in the meantime:

Falasteen hurra 🇵🇸

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[thoughtsandbones]

Little Update

Hello Folks,

I am taking a bit of a break from writing, motivation and inspiration is lacking and my mental health hasn't been the best over the past weekend.

Not sure how long I will be gone for, but I will be reading on here, just not posting anything.

Hope everyone is having a lovely week!

#thoughtsandbones #thoughtsandboneswrites

[thoughtsandbones]

Hello again

Hi all!

I have been away, not been feeling the greatest, and also been a busy end of university period.

Currently, I have part 14 in the works, should be published soon. This weekend I am hoping to create a masterlist and ~official~ title for my xOC series. I am hoping if someone can help me on how to create a good masterlist post, I keep seeing other blogs with cool masterlists with nice banners and wondering if folks have any tips?

Please also follow my tag: #thoughtsandboneswrites

Happy reading! :D

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[thoughtsandbones]

hello!

this is my first ever ask on tumblr and your blog is also the recipient of my first tumble reblog, so thanks and congrats on helping me come out of my shell in a way on here :)

anyway, i’m sending this ask because i saw your relationship post and i just wanted to say that MEN AINT SHIT ‼️‼️

but fr tho, i want you to know that your feelings about the relationship are valid and i think you should talk to your partner about how their actions are making you feel. also keep in mind that you’re always going to have your readers (aka me!!!) to support you in your “filling the void” fanfics and that you’re not alone in this :)

i hope feel better about all this and know that i look forward to see your notifications of when you post!!

- starryrina ➶-͙˚ ༘✶

Omg Starryrina 💙💙

Thank you so much for this, honestly made me smile and just tear up a bit.

Will try speaking to him (again..) but honestly this relationship has been crumbling for a long time :(

Mainly got back into writing to just cheer myself and now you wonderful readers! I will be back soon with another chapter for our lovely duo.

Thank you again for the kind message, my inbox is always open and thank you thank you for the support and love you give, it has honestly made me feel better ❤️‍🩹

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[thoughtsandbones]

Good evening folks,

Just want to say thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged and commented on my ongoing series. You guys have been a major inspiration and reading other writers work has inspired me greatly.

September has flown by and I am now back at university doing a post grad and there's a lot of work. Before I knew it, it was October and it's spooky season; Halloweem, All Hallows Eve etc..

I have a few ideas definitely of upcoming chapters, so bare with me. Also glad to finally figured out how to make and use banners, my old mind didn't realise I could use canva.

Hope everyone is having a safe and cosy October, wrap up warm and take in the season change.

Yours sincerely,

ThoughtsandBones

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