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Chapter 6: Indian Summer.

Warnings: Angst.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two weeks later…

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

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

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Chapter 8: Fairytale Stuff

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI.

Chapter Notes: The mask is back off.

Long chapter but I couldn't figure out how to split it up without it being weird.

Synopsis: Simon was no stranger to torture and frankly, as far as torture went? This was pretty tame. What he hadn't ever experienced before, however, was coming out the other side with more than when he went in. - A random drabble that turned into a full blown story. The original title had been "Fairytale Stuff" but I changed it after some thought.

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They got back on a Tuesday, so early that it was late. It was three o’clock in the morning when he was shouldering his way out of the base, ignoring Price’s insistence that he catch some shut-eye before heading out. He had a much better bed to climb into. Even though he was beat… draggin’ ass as he made the ten-minute drive over to her flat. He pulled into the short driveway, killing his lights before they could flash into her front-window. He grabbed up his duffle- since he was officially starting his one-week long leave right then. He locked his truck and made his way inside, using his key as quietly as possible.

The storm-door made it impossible to be real quiet, though. He set his bag down and hung his key up on the hanger by the door… shutting and locking up behind him before he started working his coat off with a heavy sigh only to pause… he heard the smallest… most un-intimidating growl. He looked over… and down… and saw this pint-sized… no higher than his knee total… dark coated pup standing in the hall that led to her room. Gleaming teeth bared, ears pinned down, all the hair on his shoulders stood on end. He slowly pulled his coat off the rest of the way and hung it up before he peeled his mask off.

“Hey Riley.” His voice broke for how tired he was and how low he tried to keep it. He approached him slow, crouching down even though he was still growling. He held his mask out to him and whispered quietly. “Good boy… protecting her while I’m not here.” The pup’s ears were perking and lowering each time he spoke… eventually he inched close enough to sniff his mask. His scent must have been familiar because the pup sniffed his mask and then his ears perked up and his head quirked to the side… then his demeanor started to ease.

He approached him slow but curious, his nose going wild as he sniffed. Simon smirked and ran his hand over the pup’s soft coat. “Good boy.” As soon as he was sure he wasn’t going to give him away, he was heading down the hall, being trailed by a willing participant.

Simon eased the door open further and felt his chest clinch at the sight of her laying there. He diverted into the bathroom and took a quick shower, washing away the last month and a half. It took longer than he said… as if often did… but he’d managed to at least call her again and tell her that it would take a little longer. He left the bathroom door open so the humidity could get out and approached the bed with nothing but boxers on.

He smirked as he saw her curled onto her side in one of his old band t-shirts. The pup had since found its apparent bed and curled up onto it, watching him with shifting brows but not getting up. He eased under the covers and slid himself up beside her, sliding his arm around her waist and pressing his face into her hair and taking a deep breath. Si? Her sleepy voice met his ears and he smirked.

“Who else…” She rolled over in his loose hold immediately and wrapped around him. He held her close… and immediately felt… different. Damn, he missed her. He’d missed her so damned much. He had his face pressed down into her neck, her arms around his… he ran his hand down, following the rise and fall of her side… her wide hip… he grabbed at her thigh, her leg immediately wrapped round him. Missed you so much. Her voice was muffled since she was trying to burrow into his neck.

Her hot breath there was doing a number on him… he felt heat pooling in his gut and he knew he needed to back off of her but he just… he couldn’t make his limbs listen to him. He shoved his thigh between her legs and lifted her up just a little. He heard her breath leave her, felt her calf tighten behind him. He ran his hand up and threaded it into her hair, pitching her head back so he could see her in the dim light… he brushed his nose against hers, his eyes flicking between hers. He felt his heart pound out a heavy rhythm… felt her humid breath against his lips, felt her nails gently comb up the back of his head into his hair, sending a shiver down his spine and dumping even more heat into him.

They were… just friends. He yelled at himself… but… friends kissed… right? He closed the gap, pressing his lips against hers and it felt like all the breath got punched out of his lungs. She made this sound… like a small whine… and damn, did that work for him. Now… it had been years since he’d kissed anyone. Much longer than since he’d known her. And he’d not touched anyone since he met her. Even a little before. And that dry spell seemed to come roaring up at him all at once. He licked at her lips and dammit if she didn’t part them for him so willingly, so welcomingly.

He kissed her like he’d dreamed of kissing her… he rolled their weight until he was above her but not on her… not quite. He licked into her desperately, rocking his thigh into her and hearing her giving him another beautiful sound. Fuck… she was so beautiful, in every single way. Friends did this… right? He justified it to hell as his hand flew down her body and tugged his shirt up, calloused fingers racing over her skin as he felt his cock growing so damned hard, so damned fast.

She broke the kiss, gasping for breath… her fingers in his hair, gripping him tight… he pressed his brow to hers and took his own deep breaths… holding her eyes as he squeezed her hip. He could hear the rush of his pulse in his ears… could feel his heart slamming around in his chest… and he knew she could feel his cock pushing against her for how she was shifting against him. So many words of adoration and need pressed against his lips, all vying to get out that they bottlenecked and none left him.

So, he kissed her instead. He rocked up onto his knees and tugged his shirt up her body… breaking the kiss again to peel it from her. She graciously helped and her hair became a dark halo around her as he tossed it away. “Fuck…” He breathed out as he looked down at her. Yeah, he’d seen her before… a few times. But not like this. He cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her full bottom lip… feeling her lick at him as her hands ran down his sides made his eyes flutter.

He covered her, lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. He nipped and kissed his way down desperately, covering as much of her as he could… while she kept his hand against her face, covering it with her own. He sucked each of her nipples until they were sharp little points against his tongue… his only free hand tugging her panties down her legs as he looked up in time to see her suck his thumb into her mouth. His cock wept over that… friends did that, right… they did now, he said to himself.

He groaned as he slid further own her body, feeling her change to his index finger, sucking it deep into her mouth just as he shouldered his way between her legs. He had to pause, pressing his brow on her mound as he took a deep, shuddering breath, grinding his aching cock into the mattress to the feeling of her tongue swirling around his finger.

“Fucking hell…” He breathed out before he buried his face between her beautifully strong thighs. He groaned deep as soon as he split her with his tongue… his hand gripping the inside of her thigh, hearing her moan around his finger… he gripped her chin and jaw with the rest of his hand… and went to work on her. She tasted so damned good… sweet and tangy and perfect. He found her clit quickly, licked at her, circled it and sucked on her.

She was getting so loud for him… and he couldn’t help but push his finger as far as he could into her mouth. His other hand, he brought to his lips, breaking away from her to suck his own index and middle, wetting it with his spit before he eased them into her little cunt. She arched her back immediately, letting out a moan that went from muffled to not as she opened her mouth around his finger. He let his finger slide down her lip just a little… petting her tongue lightly. He pumped his fingers into her and back out slow… spitting on them when they were back out before pushing them back in.

The sounds she made for him… he wrapped his lips around her clit again and started a tandem rhythm… her hand moving his to cover her breast, where he massaged her greedily. Ah, god… Simon! She moaned his name and he groaned back… he couldn’t stop the sound and he couldn’t stop the way he ground his cock down into the mattress again… god, he was a mess for her. He moved his fingers faster, curling them up and dragging his fingertips against that spot inside her that made her whine.

“Come for me, love… come on…” He breathed out roughly before he latched onto her clit and shook his head just a little but fast at the same time. He felt her fingers dive into his hair, her nails scrape his scalp as she cried out for him. He felt her cunt flutter around his fingers, tighten down on them before she shouted out her beautiful release. He cursed rough and gently pumped his fingers as she came… licking up what he could before he eased a third into her.

She squirmed and gasped… and he kissed his way up her body until he was sucking on one of her nipples again. He left her breast and eased his fingers from her, feeling her hands on his shoulders, pawing at him. Si… I need you… I need… I need you. She was hiccupping and her voice was so husky and beautiful. He pushed his boxers down… his hands shaking… he kicked them off and was climbing onto her in the next moment, his brow pressed to hers.

“I’m right here.” He wiped his mouth off roughly with the sheet before he had a hand between them… he pet her gently, feeling her tremble beneath him… he coated his cock with her slick before he guided… pressed the swollen head to her still pulsing opening and felt her hands slid around his back, trying to pull him to her already. He set himself just enough so he could move his hand, near falling onto his forearms from the feeling. His mouth falling open as one of his knees slid up on its own.

He swallowed thickly… his eyes locked with hers. Friends… friends did this. He told himself. He rocked his hips towards her, eased his cock into her, felt it splitting her open. She gasped sharp, her eyes going wide.

“I got you…” He breathed out as his skin broke out into goosebumps… his balls pulling up tight from the feeling of how fucking tight she was. She nodded… and he ran his hand up, his thumb brushing at the tears that were coming out of the corner of her eye.

“I got you, baby…” He breathed roughly, his tenor trembling as he slid further into her. His other hand gripping her hip tight enough to bruise… his muscles all tensing… before he felt his cock bottom out, he clinched his jaw… groaning deep as he sank the rest of the way, feeling his cock stretch her. She let out a keen, a sound that made his eyes near roll. Oh god… Simon… feels so… so good… he gave a slight nod… he couldn’t form a single word in that moment, the feeling was so damned intense.

Friends… friends did—“I love you.” He breathed out the words, cutting off the lie he was trying to tell himself. “Fuck… I love you so much.” He groaned as he rocked on her brow, her hands sliding to his jaws, holding him there. I love you. She gasped as he started moving, his cock sliding out only by half before he filled her again, grinding into her.

His hips rolled in a steady, slow rhythm… his arms keeping his weight from crushing her… he felt her wrap her legs around his waist and he let out another low groan. He kissed her then… his hips starting to pump faster… feeling her cunt fluttering around him… he wasn’t going to last long, not at all… and he knew it.

He didn’t care either… he felt her pulling at him, heard her moans… he broke the kiss and kissed down into her neck, raking his teeth along her skin before he started to suck a dark mark there. His hands moved, sliding around her and down until he was gripping her ass tight… fingers digging in as he started snapping his hips… the sound of his groin clapping against hers filled the air… her beautiful moans, gasps, cries of his name… his deep chested groans… grunts… curses… whispers of her name leaving his lips as he felt his end drawing close.

The sound of their bed creaking in time with the rhythm he set… springs squeaking, the headboard knocking on the wall… all of it was a beautiful symphony. “Fuck… come for me, baby… come all over my fuckin’ cock…” He growled against her neck, feeling her nails rake down his back as he fucked into her. So close, Si… so… so close… he felt her going so damned tight.

“’m close, too, baby… where… where ya want me…” He breathed out roughly, pressing his brow against her temple. Where do you want… he groaned loud at the mere thought. “I wanna come inside ya, love… so fuckin’ deep in there…” He breathed out rough, his cock growing its hardest as he neared the end.

“Let me… fuckin’ hell, baby, let me come inside…” He kneaded the muscles in his hands, growing anxious as his thrusts started to grow sloppy. He felt her going so damned tight! “Fuck…” He felt how slick his lips were, was pretty sure he was fuckin’ droolin’ at this point and he didn’t care! “Milk me, please, baby… take it all… please… fuck… please…” He didn’t give two shits that he’d devolved into a simpering mess… he loved her… he felt comfortable and safe with her… and she felt so fucking good. Yes… ah god, Si… yes… please… she whined this whine that rolled out of her and ran down his spine, dumped into his cock and tightened his balls up.

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck!” He gave a shout, thrusting in deep as he felt her come around him, the rhythmic pulsing of her cunt driving him clean over the edge. He had the most intense orgasm of his entire life… coming hard and deep and long… his cock flexing, his sack so damned tight… white blinking behind his eyes as they fluttered, his back curling, abdomen tensing as he buried himself, nails biting into her ass as he gripped her so damned tight.

He couldn’t even talk, he could only moan, his knees spread so he could be as deep as possible… curled around her like she was going to try and get away though she was holding him just as tight. He felt her cunt sucking on his cock, pulling it all from him… and it felt so damned good… he swore he damn near died and went to heaven. Fairytale stuff.

He finally fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her. Her… his best friend… and his love. More than just friends… more than anything he’d ever had before. Even more than a fairytale.

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Chapter 7: New Addition

Warnings: None.

Chapter Notes: Pizza, hehehe.

The whole time he was gone… she was never more than a thought away. But it didn’t distract him. If anything, it made him more focused. He wanted it over and done with so he could get back home. For the first time, he was the one anxious to get home. He ignored the attempted jokes from the boys… and the knowing looks from Price. He did manage to call her after about two weeks. He had taken the sat phone when everyone was done… trying to be nonchalant about it. But Soap and Gaz started making a big deal about it, whistling and oh-ing like they were fuckin’ teenagers. He just flipped them off and ducked into the small room they used to make calls. He leaned against the wall and took a breath, dialing her mobile number.

The ring was a little fuzzy and it rang twice before it clicked over. H.. hello? “Hey, love.” Just the sound of her voice made nearly all the tension leave his shoulders. Simon! Sleep made her voice hoarse but damn, she still sounded beautiful. “Damn, it’s good to hear your voice.” It just hit him in that moment that this two-week stretch had been the longest in over a year that they’d gone without speaking to each other, that it’d been the longest they’d been apart. Hell, almost two years! God… he heard the rustling of blankets and smirked to himself, knowing she was in bed.

“Not quite.” She snorted a bit of a laugh for him and he couldn’t help the way his smile broadened beneath his mask. Are you… well, I won’t ask if you’re safe but… are you okay? I mean… have you—“I’m as safe as possible, love.” He heard her let out a sort of relieved sounding breath. “What about you… tell me something, anything.” He let himself slide down to sit, his knees bending comfortably as he started to let himself relax at least a little. Um… well… oh, hey, easy bud. Yes, I know—“Who are you talking to?” He felt a strange feeling wash over him. That’s what I was going to talk about. I um… I may have done something impulsive.

“Um…” I got a dog. “A dog?” He blinked a few times. Yeah. I uh… well, I thought he was a german shepherd but… he doesn’t have long hair. I adopted him from the shelter. “Huh.” He’s so sweet, Simon. “How old is he?” Oh! He’s just a puppy. Still has his milk teeth. He huffed a small smirk as he heard the smile in her voice. “What’d you name him?” Well, now it seems silly. “Ah hell… don’t tell me you named him something stupid like… pizza.”

She giggled and damn was that music to his ears. No. I was… well, I admit that it was an impulse and I was feeling pretty low. And I miss you so much. “Fuckin’ hell, love.” He breathed out, running a hand down his face as he felt his cheeks warm… a grown man, blushing over being told he was missed, he chastised himself. His name is Riley. He grew quiet. He keeps me busy. “I bet.” He heard himself murmur. Are… are you mad?

“Huh? No, love… I’m not mad. Not mad at all. I think it’s good.” And he did. “Can’t wait to meet him.” He glanced up when he heard a soft knock to see Price in the doorway, the man lifted his wrist in a show of time and he nodded. “Hey, love, I gotta go.” Oh… okay. “I’ll call again if I can.” Okay. Please, stay as safe as you can. “I will.” There was a heavy pause before he heard her take a breath. I love you, Simon. His breath caught and he heard her hurry her words. Talk to you when I talk to you. Bye. She hung up quick and he blinked rapidly before he pulled the phone away and folded the antennae down. She’d… she’d never said that to him before. He whispered under his breath. “Love you, too.”

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Chapter 6: Duty Calls

Warnings: Slight abandonment issues if you squint.

Chapter Notes: None.

A week later, he got his first deployment notice. And he found himself in the rather uncomfortable position of having to tell her that he’d be leaving for what was only supposed to be a month but could honestly be anywhere from that to three or four months. She… didn’t take it well.

He clinched his jaw as he stood in her living room, arms folded over his chest as she sat near frozen on the couch he helped her move in here. Where? He shook his head. He hadn’t removed his mask… he couldn’t. Not right now. His gear was all still on, too. Wh… how long again? “One month.” Are you sure? He shook his head.

He’d never had to do… this… before. The only people who gave a shit about him were people he was going with so… he was out of his depth. Will you be able to call me? He lifted a single shoulder in a rare show of uncertainty. Will I know anything? Another hesitation before he gave another shrug. Do you know anything? She had a bite to those words, frustration bleeding into them.

His eyes flicked down to her, since he’d been just staring at the wall over her head. But she was digging her fingers into her hair, her elbows on her knees. How the hell could he tell her that he didn’t fucking like this either? That for the first time in his career, he didn’t like this shit. He didn’t want to leave her here unprotected and alone. If he could, and he knew how incredibly stupid it was, he’d take her with him. But a warzone was no place for her. Even if he knew she was tough as nails. “I’ll call if I can.” He heard himself say. Fuck… those words sounded so damned cheesy. When are you leaving? He frowned then.

“In the morning.” She looked up at him then, her eyes big and round, her lips slack. So soon?! He swallowed down the sudden tension in his throat and gave her a curt nod. He watched her look around as if she were still kind of processing that. Are… are you staying here tonight? He tightened the muscles around his mouth and didn’t say anything. She looked back at him and he shook his head no. He watched her give him a subtle nod but it was shaky.

Shit, why the hell did it feel like he was doing something wrong?! He needed to study the mission details and get caught up with a lot of shit just like the rest of the team and he couldn’t do that here! His fingers ached from how tight he was gripping his biceps… his hands itched to reach out to her. “I… I gotta—” Wait! He had started to say he had to go… but she was on her feet in a flash, darting out of her sitting room.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and paced a few anxious steps. He took a deep breath and tried to tell himself that this was… this was fine. This was… this was just how—she hurried back into the room, holding something out to him. Her eyes were blood-shot and glassy. She sniffled… and it felt like a lance to his heart, knowing she’d been crying over him. Here. I… I want you to take this with you.

He blinked and looked down at her hand and… just… felt everything inside him and around him go still. He reached and took the braid from her hand… no thicker than a marker but… it was a braided lock of her hair. He closed the gap between them, his lips parted in… shock? He wasn’t sure but… he ran his fingers through the side of her hair that he saw she’d taken the barrette out of, feeling the sudden stop of a few inches at her hair line. He felt her hand hang on his wrist and her weight lean into his hand. It’s supposed to be for luck, right? He huffed a humorless laugh and found himself pressing his hands against the sides of her neck, thumbs up along her temples… bending down until he could press his brow to hers.

“Fairytale stuff, princess.” He was trying to joke… make light of it. She huffed her own humorless laugh before he felt her damn near throw herself at him, her arms tight around his neck. Her body was shaking so much. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up as he straightened, holding her in a tight embrace. You have to come back. He nodded, turning and pressing his face into her hair. “I will.” He wanted to tell her that nothing could keep him from her, but the words stuck to the roof of his mouth. “I… I want to stay the night but…” He swallowed thickly. “I gotta study up on the mission.” He breathed out. He felt her nod. Come back. She whispered the words so quiet and he heard the bone-deep fear in them. “I will, love.” He said into her hair. When he climbed into his truck… he already had her braid tucked into his interior vest pocket, where it’d stay.

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Chapter 5: Flirting

Warnings: Jealousy if you squint?

Chapter Notes: This is obv. not how the immigration process works but meh.

Over the next month, Simon fought everyone to keep her on post with him. But ultimately, he was over ruled. He did, however, manage to get her a visa. For keeping his ass alive, he said when he handed the papers to her. She was still in the hospital, but in one of the lesser rooms. They were both malnourished to the max, their livers in dire need of care… kidneys shot, the works. But he rebounded quicker than she did.

He spent the next six months getting his strength built back up, his body back to the way it had been before… and he avoided talking about his time spent in the fucking dungeon. He also became notorious for stone-walling when it came to talk about Marian. She was his friend. Never mind the fact that he barely slept at the base anymore. Marian had gotten a job at a café in town… and was renting a small pebble-side flat just on the outskirts. She had herself a small garden that she worked tirelessly in… a bike that she used to get too and from everywhere though he offered to let her use his truck. She had just laughed at that, citing that she’d wreck it in a heartbeat since they drove on the ‘wrong side of the road here’.

Her flat was littered with his stuff… random things that he left strewn about. She was also a clothes thief, he found out. She’d steal his shirts all the time. ‘They’re comfortable!’ She’d exclaim as he riffled through her wardrobe and take them back. ‘They’re mine!’ He’d growl back. But… secretly… he liked seeing her in them. She’d use them as sleepwear and he… he really liked it.

The boys were almost always wanting him to define his relationship with her… he said they were friends and that was it. Gaz had rolled his eyes at that, Soap had called bullocks, and Price had just given him a raised brow. But they were just friends. That was all.

That’s what he told himself whenever he’d wake up wrapped around her… his face buried in her thick hair, now that she was healthy again- he found out quick that her hair wasn’t straight and stringy… it was thick and had a slight curl to it.

That’s what he told himself whenever he’d accidently walk into the bathroom to grab something he’d left in there when he was getting ready in the morning and she’d already be in the shower… and he’d catch a glimpse of her fuzzy outline through the frosted glass and he’d feel his chest tighten.

That’s what he told himself whenever he’d come in late from training and he’d find her having fallen asleep on the couch, a book fallen in her lap… and he’d carry her to bed… pull her little shorts off of her gently because he knew she didn’t like to sleep in them… and leave his shirt on her… and tuck her into bed… before he dressed down and climbed in behind her.

That’s what he told himself whenever he picked up some of those sweeties she liked on his way to her place simply because he knew she liked them.

And that’s what he told himself when he saw Soap walk into the morning briefing with a take-away cup from the café she worked at and he felt a spike of jealous anger stab into his brain.

He was washing the dinner dishes while she dried them and put them away that night when he mentioned it. “Soap come to the café this mornin’?” She didn’t pause or freeze or anything, just nodded. Yeah. He stopped in. Silence hung between them while he washed their plates. He was onto their cups when she spoke again. Why? He shook his head and handed them off.

“No reason.” More silence. He turned the faucet off now that he was done and dried his hands when she handed him the towel… but he felt her eyes on him. He turned and looked down at her and she reached up, tugged his balaclava down until it popped below his chin so she could see his whole face. He frowned at that. Why. She pressed. The corner of his mouth twitched. Her brows perked just slight at that. He’s not allowed to get coffee? He pressed is lips together and he folded his arms over his chest, leaning his hip against the counter. Ah. You just don’t want him getting coffee from me.

“Johnny flirts too much.” He heard himself say before he could stop the words from falling out of his mouth. Her brows shifted and she set her hands on those shapely hips of hers. She was still in her day clothes, having not torn down for the night. A form fitting long sleeved shirt and a pair of what she called yoga-pants that hugged her in all the right damned places. Maybe I like his flirting. His eyes immediately narrowed, anger snapping in them. Oh, you don’t like that, do you?

He scoffed and shoved off, walking out of the kitchen and aiming for the bedroom to dress down. He was done with this conversation. But she followed, because of course she did. No, no, Si. Don’t run off. Tell me what’s up. I shouldn’t let Soap flirt with me, why? Is he an asshole? He pulled his balaclava and shirt off and tossed both into the hamper and sighed, feeling his anger leach out of him. Her tone wasn't condescending or teasing, it was an honest question.

“No. He’s not an asshole.” An honest answer for an honest question. “He just… he plays around a lot.” He tugged his belt loose and started working on his jeans. There’s nothing wrong with that. “He also sleeps around a lot.” He glanced over at her, she was pulling the barretts out of her hair and setting them on top of her dressing table. She gave a slight shrug. Never said I wanted to sleep with him. But it’s nice to be hit on, ya know. He sighed and nodded. “Yeah.” He understood that.

He left the top button undone on his jeans, his belt hanging loose as he walked up behind her, his hands settling on her hips as he bent low and set his chin on her crown. His eyes locking with hers in the mirror as she worked on taking her earrings out. “You know you’re beautiful.” He swallowed thickly as his nerves spiked. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. You have to say that, you’re my person. He raised a brow at her. “Person.” She nodded and he straightened, allowing her to work the rest of her jewelry off. Yeah, ya know. Person. Like… more than a friend. Not a brother but like… person. She turned around and faced him, looking up at him… his hands sliding around until they were resting on her sides. Her hands settled on his chest and he couldn’t help but take a deeper breath. Like… like a soul mate. She swallowed thickly and it was his turn to scoff.

“Fairytale stuff.” She nodded. Yeah that. His eyes were flicking between hers… they were hazel. Sometimes green, sometimes tan… even some blue in there in the right light. And beautiful. She was… just his friend. He told himself again as he felt the almost overwhelming urge to kiss her. He ran his thumbs in a semi-circle over the front of her hips and felt her do the same on his chest… the moment was so damned… intimate. And so damned them.

The corner of his mouth quirked up as he felt the need to break this building tension. “I can start flirting with you if you want.” She fought a smirk and he quirked a brow. “Come here often?” She barked out a laugh and bowed her head, letting it fall against him as her shoulders rocked. He slid his hands up her back and rubbed her lightly. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” She snorted another laugh and he swayed back as she playfully shoved at him. “Do you have any British in you?” She looked up at him with a gasp, her eyes wide as she slapped at him playfully. Simon! He held his hands up in faux innocence. “What?” You’re a terrible flirt. She shook her head and turned away from him, walking towards the bathroom… he bit his lower lip for a heartbeat.

“Hey, I know how to flirt.” Yeah, okay. She said with an air of disbelief before he took a long stride and bent low, wrapping his arms around her waist and brushing his lips against her ear. “The things you do to me, love…” He breathed out huskily… he felt her take in a sharp breath. “Could get lost in those eyes of yours…” He dipped his voice further and felt her shiver for him… in a very good way. S… Simon… the way she said his name though… it made him close his eyes and brush his nose against the shell of her ear. I submit. You can flirt. He had held his breath when she said she submitted but reminded himself fiercely that… she was just his friend!

He chuckled and straightened, letting her go. “Don’t you ever forget it.” He slapped her ass sharp and quick and playfully when she stepped away from him. She gasped and looked at him with high brows again. He just bounced his own dark brows at hers. She rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom, disappearing behind the door. As soon as it clicked shut, he let his head fall back and he took a deep breath, trying to ease his internal storm. What the hell was he doing!-he yelled at himself.

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IM WEEPING AGAHAHAHAHAGAHA

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I'm still working on the next chapter of Judgement - this week @ work has been... interesting. We'll just say it that way, yeah. Big, sharp, changes that our company is calling "restructuring". So... it's been a week™. But, I'm hoping to have the next chapter done by the end of the weekend and at least have the next one ready to go.

#life #work #restructuring ugh

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Chapter 4: Back Home

Warnings: Medical Setting, Injuries, Descriptions of Injuries due to Sexual Assault, Violence/Threats, Anxiety.

Chapter Notes: The mask is back on.

The next night, he chanced using the radio. He dialed into the secure channel and hoped like hell that one of their listening posts would pick it up. It did. Five hours later, they were both sitting on a heli heading for the UK with a stop-over in Germany for refueling. They’d been given blankets to cover up with and clean water to drink, MRE ration bars to eat.

Simon had snatched one of the black balaclavas on instinct when he’d boarded and pulled it on, letting out a heavy breath when he did… feeling a ripple of relief flood his system. When his eyes met hers… she just nodded slightly at him and he wrapped his arm around her as they settled in the seat, tucking the blanket around her tighter… generally fussing over her. When they landed in the UK, the boys were waiting for him… but he was distracted.

Distracted because his focus was on her as she was rushed to the infirmary. He murmured to Price as he walked himself there to get checked out. They patched him up… treated some of the cuts on his feet… gave him fluids… and when they left him in his room to sleep… he almost immediately turned his heart monitor off, unhooked it from himself and wheeled his IV pole with him as he shuffled down the hall in search of her room. But Price was sitting out there.

What are you doing, son? Price had stood up, nearly catching him off guard. Simon just shook his head at him, his throat going tight. “Where is she?” Price narrowed his eyes at him. Who—he clinched his jaw and the next thing he knew, he felt Price’s hand tightening around his wrist… because he’d grabbed the man’s collar and jerked him towards him… Simon forced himself to let go and take a breath. Price let go too but the man was staring at him with a furrowed brow.

“Just tell me where she is.” He saw the way Price’s mouth tightened but he kicked his chin towards the room just down the hall. Two-oh-four. He gave a curt nod and continued his stiff, shuffled walk. He let himself in… and was met with her standing there… IV pole in hand… wincing as she took a step towards the door. He smirked and saw how she deflated some. “Back in bed.” He pointed behind her and she sighed. Was on my way to find you. You shouldn’t be up and walkin’ ya know. He rolled his eyes and gave her a gentle shove towards the bed.

“Says you.” He couldn’t help but lightly guide her back up into bed, his hand gently settling on her hip to steady her. “What’d the doc say.” He said low before he grunted, climbing up into the bed behind her. She was rearranging the sheet and thermal blanket while he settled onto his side with a heavy sigh. Anal tearing. Can you believe that shit? My ass is literally torn. I thought pain in the ass was an expression, didn’t think it was a real thing. He heard the tremor in her voice and he knew she was trying to make light of it… trying to joke, like she always did. He slipped his arm around her waist, feeling his iv-line tug… he ignored it. He pressed his face into her hair and took in a deep breath. She smelled different. But she still smelled like her under the scent of hospital soap. So, she’d gotten a shower, good. “They give you anything for the pain?” She nodded. Yeah. She said it quieter. He nodded in return. “Good.” There was more silence and he felt the prick of awareness at his back, knowing that someone was watching them. He lifted his head and glanced, seeing Price in the doorway… he thought about telling the man to get the fuck out but he didn’t. He just settled back down. Maybe he needed to see this… who the hell knew. What’s gonna happen to us, Si? He sighed heavily. “Dunno, love.” And he didn’t. “Just sleep for now.” I’ll sleep when you do. He smirked. “That’s not how guard duty works.” How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not a fuckin’ soldier. He smirked again. “At least once more, rook.” He felt her hand cover his and lace their fingers, he curled his hand tight, holding her firm. You’ll be here when I wake up. She didn’t ask it… she stated it. He nodded. “I’ll be here.”

#call of duty #my writing #cod writing #fanfiction #simon ghost riley #ghost x oc #not beta read we die like men #just friends story #civilian oc

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Just Friends Masterlist

Main Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Marian (Civilian OC)

Supporting Characters: Very brief mentions of the rest of the 141.

Chapters:

Warnings: Descriptions/Mentions of Torture, Kidnapping, Captivity, Canon Typical Violence, and Smut at the end.

Ending: Happy because that's how I roll.

Piss in the Corner <- Posted

Strangers to More <- Posted

Run <- Posted

Back Home <- Upcoming 4/16

Flirting <- Upcoming 4/19

Duty Calls <- Upcoming 4/22

New Addition <- Upcoming 4/25

Fairytale Stuff <- Upcoming 4/28

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Chapter 3: Run

Warnings: Kidnapping, Captivity, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries/Torture, Sexual Assault/Rape(Implied)(Not by Ghost), Killing

Chapter Notes: The mask is off.

He didn’t solidify a plan until one day… one day that changed it all for him. They brought her back without her dress on. They threw her down on the floor, she landed on her hands and knees shaking so damned much. They didn’t even shackle her, just left her like that with a sick, dark, chuckle and locked the door. And just left. When he rushed over to her, she’d scrambled away from him. She’d pressed herself against the bars, shaking like a fucking leaf and he knew… he knew what they’d done. Even as weak as he was… even as injured as he was… a fury burned through his veins so damned bright that he thought he literally erupted in flames.

“Mare.” He breathed her name and watched as she just shook her head, her eyes squeezed tight, her hands gripping the bars white-knuckle. She was curled up as tight as she could get. He tugged the burlap ‘blanket’ off one of the bed-rolls they’d been ‘granted’ because of the cold. He approached her slow. “Come now… you know me.” He whispered and he saw her eyes crack… tears. For the first time in… easily months at this point… he saw tears.

She held her hand out, her palm facing him as it shook so damned much that it almost looked like she was waving. D-d-don’t. He shook his head at her and still, he approached… just enough to ease the burlap over her, covering her up. “S’just me, love.” He kept his voice low. She pressed her brow into the bars and wept quietly… and he just kept the burlap pressed against her as he settled beside her. And his mind started ticking off boxes. Things to do. And by the time she cried herself to sleep… he had a plan. It was a long-shot but he couldn’t wait for the boys anymore.

The next time that cell-door opened… he acted. He strangled the first with his chain… while the second tried to get at him, he used the first as a shield. She barely managed it but she did… she leapt onto the back of the second, her own chain, free of her, wrapped twice around his neck… she wretched it so hard and so fast, he heard the bones in the man’s neck snap. He went down quick and she was thrown, splayed on the ground before he managed to kill his guy.

They’d only been sending two for awhile now- thinking them both too weak to do anything. He quickly started stripping them… and she helped as she could. They dressed… she was swallowed by the shirt and jacket; she ignored the pants all together but she did take the man’s boxers. The pants would just slower her down, she said. He nodded.

The boots were a no-go, way too small. But because he was so damned thin now, he managed to fit into the pants. He wished they’d had a gun but he guessed that maybe that was a good thing. He had no idea how many of them there were up there and he knew that stealth was their best shot.

Once upstairs… she had the forthright to intervene into his plan and side-step into what looked like some kind of pantry. She grabbed freeze-dried foods… stuffing them into a sack along with a pot. She grabbed a box of matches on her way out and rushed back to his side. He managed to lift a rifle, a box of ammo, and most importantly, a radio… and they ran for it. He knew that whatever looked out for good, decent people was lookin’ out for her and he was just along for the ride because they made it out without sounding the alarm.

They were in the middle of fucking nowhere… but they covered a lot of ground. Both being barefoot though, sucked. Big time. By dawn, he couldn’t even see what had ended up being a fucking castle. They’d covered a lot of ground… but he didn’t want to risk using the radio just yet.

He built them a small shelter and she made a small fire… boiled some water from a stream and soaked some of the vegetables at the same time… made a soup of sorts. It tasted like nothing but they both drank it down greedily. He had sat on the bank and watched as she stripped out of everything and sat down in that ice cold water and scrubbed her body with some moss, as if she couldn’t stand it another moment. And though he knew that she’d likely be courting with hypothermia… he couldn’t bring himself to stop her. He just tried to warm her back up inside their lean-to once she was done. It wasn’t like she was a whole lot cleaner and she just got dirty all over again the next day as they transversed the mountainous terrain… but he knew it made her feel cleaner. They spoke little… and he hardly let go of her hand the whole time.

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As I post more of my writing - I figured this would be a better pinned post. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Judgement Masterlist Post (in progress)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Military (141) OC

Friends to Lovers Trope

18+ Chapters Planned

Warnings: Eventual Canon Typical Violence/Body Issues

Just Friends Masterlist Post (Complete)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian OC

Friends to Lovers Trope

18+ Last Chapter

Warnings: Kidnapping/Sexual Assault/Rape by Torturers (Not Described)/Canon Typical Violence

Off the Radar - AO3 Fic (Completed)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Civilian Nurse OC

Hidden Family Trope

18+ Last Chapter

Warnings: Canon Typical Descriptions of Injuries

Pregnant OC

As My Queen Wishes - AO3 Fic (Completed)

Konig x Operative OC

18+ Last Chapter

Healthy Relationship Konig

Pregnancy Talk/Intention

You Knew What You Were Signing Up For - AO3 Fic (Completed)

Cpt. John "Bravo-6" Price x Military (Non-141) OC

Hidden Wife Trope

Possessive/Protective Price

Canon Typical Description of Injuries

Life Progression Thoughts (Kids etc)

18+ Last Chapter

#my writing #call of duty #cod writing #fanfiction #not beta read we die like men #i make my own banners

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Just Friends Masterlist

Main Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Marian (Civilian OC)

Supporting Characters: Very brief mentions of the rest of the 141.

Chapters:

Warnings: Descriptions/Mentions of Torture, Kidnapping, Captivity, Canon Typical Violence, and Smut at the end.

Ending: Happy because that's how I roll.

Piss in the Corner <- Posted

Strangers to More <- Upcoming 4/10

Run <- Upcoming 4/13

Back Home <- Upcoming 4/16

Flirting <- Upcoming 4/19

Duty Calls <- Upcoming 4/22

New Addition <- Upcoming 4/25

Fairytale Stuff <- Upcoming 4/28

#my writing #call of duty #cod writing #fanfiction #simon ghost riley #civilian oc #header created by me #updated fic #ghost x oc

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Chapter 2: Strangers to More

Warnings: Kidnapping, Captivity, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries/Torture, Periods w/o Pads etc.

Chapter Notes: The mask is off.

More nothing… until he thought that he was going to go from a shared cell to a single. Then he heard the door open… and his eyes were trained on the stairwell.

The first thing he saw was a lot of dark, stringy, dirty hair swaying. Then the whole picture came into focus. A different man from the ones before came down carrying her over his shoulder, her arms swaying limp… another man behind him came around and unlocked the door for him… he came in and unceremoniously dumped her on the floor. She landed in a heap and he tugged her ankle up and away from her… clamped the shackle back and locked it, letting her foot drop with a thunk, the chain rattling before both of them left, locking the cell and not even giving him a glance.

Simon’s eyes flicked from the now empty stairwell to her crumpled form, where she’d yet to move. The corner of his mouth twitched before he cursed under his breath and crawled over to her, feeling his own chain stretch out… the shackle on his ankle tug. He grabbed at her shoulders and uncurled her, straightened her our… the smell of water and blood slammed into his nose and his lips pressed into a hard line. He swept her hair away from her face and his jaw clinched.

He eased his weight down and rested his back against ‘her’ bars… pulling her gently until she was half-assed resting her head in his lap. He wiped the blood away from her chin with his thumb, her lower lip split… the bridge of her nose had a sharp blood-line across it where it was no doubt cracked. In short, it looked like they beat the shit out of her. He didn’t touch her again… but his eyes moved over her.

Her dress wasn’t tight but it didn’t fall off of her either… he exposed her collarbone, where he saw the nasty bruise and busted skin… a sure sign that it had been broken. The time he spent sitting there watching her… gave him time to really study her. She was small but she wasn’t small in build. Her hips were wide and her thighs were too, but not fat. Muscle. Her arms were defined but it was clear that she’d loss some of her muscle. He had to wonder how long she’d been down here. Her hair was dark… brown or black, he didn’t know. It was long. Her cheeks had a slight hollow to them and she had dark circles under her eyes. Her hip bones jutted up just enough to tell him that they didn’t feed her enough. Probably to keep her weak.

The marring around her wrists told him she’d been tied often. The chaffing around the cuff on her ankle told him shed been cuffed awhile. She was dirty, smelly, and hell… there was no way she was one of them. Not unless she was a traitor to them. Her accent put her as pure American, which was strange but also kind of not? Hell, he didn’t know. He leaned his head back with a sigh, his hands remaining lax in his lap, not touching her… at least he didn’t think he was. It took him awhile to realize that he was thumbing some of her hair, a thick lock of it that he was passing between his fingers aimlessly. Her breathing was shallow but she was breathing… there wasn’t anything he could do for her except what he was doing… so… he just sat there.

And that became his new norm. Sometime he was the one taken, where he fought like a hornet but was ultimately over powered. The torture was pretty mundane, if he were to be asked. They wanted the standard information. Boring, really. But it was brutal. They were fed what he guessed was some kind of gruel, barley and freeze-dried vegetables. No meat.

Some days, he couldn’t eat nor could she for the way their jaws were swollen. Some days were harder than others. And he only guessed the day and night schedule based on his internal clock. Some nights were so damned cold that he found himself shivering… and those were nights where he found himself curling around her, trying to keep her warm. Slowly… and he knew it was happening, he didn’t do anything to stop it… he became increasingly protective of her. But it was because she tried to protect him. Ruthlessly. She was no soldier… but she fought like some hell-cat, vicious and dirty. She’d bite, kick, spit, yell, taunt, and laugh when the men who came for them would get angry. Some days, he knew they’d come for him… but she’d piss them off enough that they’d take her instead.

The first time she did that, he could hardly move from the beating they’d given him the day before… but he could still think well enough. And when they brought her back… he’d managed to pull her to ‘his side’ of the cell, her limp body barely compliant though she was actually conscious. He called her stupid for what she’d done… and she just smirked at him before she passed out in his arms. Eventually… they fell into a rhythm of sorts.

They helped each other. In ways that were so damned intimate that he wasn’t even sure he’d ever forget them. Intimacy that transcended any kind of relationship he could define. Sexual wasn’t even on his radar. Hell, she’d held his ass up so he could piss that first day… and more than once during their time together, she did more than that. Using bucket and the few spare rags they’d been ‘granted’ – she’d clean him and he’d clean her… whenever her monthly would hit, the first time – she’d apologized and tried to stay as far from him as possible.

He’d quickly scoffed at her and jerked her back over to him… he’d torn off some of his jeans to give her some relief, some sort of absorbent padding to help her out. They talked a lot… shared way more than they should, he was sure. He was so damned certain that Price and the boys would track him down. He was only marginally formulating escape plans because he was so confident that they’d find him.

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Just Friends Masterlist

Main Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Marian (Civilian OC)

Supporting Characters: Very brief mentions of the rest of the 141.

Chapters:

Warnings: Descriptions/Mentions of Torture, Kidnapping, Captivity, Canon Typical Violence, and Smut at the end.

Ending: Happy because that's how I roll.

Piss in the Corner <- Posted

Strangers to More <- Posted

Run <- Posted

Back Home <- Posted

Flirting <- Posted

Duty Calls <- Posted

New Addition <- Posted

Fairytale Stuff <- Posted

#my writing #call of duty #cod writing #fanfiction #simon ghost riley #civilian oc #not edited really either #not beta read we die like men #finished fic #posting on a schedule #header created by me

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Chapter 1: Piss in the Corner

Warnings: Kidnapping, Captivity, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries/Torture.

Chapter Notes: The mask is off.

Simon coughed deeply; a barking sound that jarred him awake. The first thing he noticed was the darkness that surrounded him… the next was that he had a gaping hole where his memory should be and a splitting headache in its place. The third… he wore only his jeans. His hand instinctively went up, patting at his bare face! Panic clawed at him, his eyes widening as he felt the stubble on his chin. He moved to get up, realizing he was laying down and he grunted, pain lighting up along his shoulder and down his spine. Not a good idea. He tensed, eyes widening as he looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice that had filled the dank darkness. He could hardly see but things were starting to come into focus… bars… a cell? Obviously underground- he could smell the dampness of the soil… could feel it on his skin, a shiver racing over him.

He shifted over onto his side and winced, pressing his hand into the damp floor… felt like dirt under his hand. Stubborn. He heard… her… again. A curse bit at the inside of his lips, his jaw clinching as he forced himself up onto his hands and knees only to feel a noticeable weight on his ankle. He shifted his foot and heard the clinking of metal… a chain? Seriously? He sighed as he shifted to a sitting position and winced, a sharp gasp escaping him despite the way he tried to silence it. He nearly fell against what felt like a rock wall, the pain that lit up his shoulder and upper back made him feel light headed and even weaker.

He heard the shifting of more chain somewhere in the near darkness and his wide eyes flicked around wildly searching for the source of it. He heard a ragged sigh and his eyes honed in on the source. A diminutive form not too far away from him… outlined against the bars. He didn’t trust that he was actually imprisoned with another actual captive. More like one of the captors put in here to make him loosen his lips with a false sense of comradery. After a few moments of near silence, the sound of their breathing became louder and louder before he heard her finally speak again. Piss in the corner when you need to. His brow shot up at that… of all the things to say… he shook his head.

For what felt like hours, they sat there in near silence before he did, in fact, have to piss. He sighed and used the wall to brace his weight, forcing it onto his feet, feeling his knees shake. Careful. He clinched his jaw and couldn’t help but flip her off… he didn’t know if she saw the gesture or not but he heard her mutter something so… she must have seen him move his arm or something. He took a few steps, his hand bracing his weight along the wall before he heard the chains rattling… he felt dizzy… and he wasn’t sure if it was his chain or hers but he knew that his head was starting to throb, his vision starting to halo dangerously and before he knew it, he heard a hissed curse, a rushed clattering of chains, and his knees buckled only to feel slender, almost gangly, wire-strong arms clamp around him, catching him up under his own. Stubborn jackass. He heard her hiss out as she steadied him.

“Get off me.” He growled out but the breathlessness in his voice belittled his biting words. She settled him against the wall and he felt how slight she actually was, her hold sliding down his torso to his stomach. Stop being so fucking proud. He felt the button of his jeans tug and he grabbed her hands in a crushing grip. “What the fuck are you doin’.” He growled out over his shoulder. She stilled but he could feel her shaking but… he didn’t think it was because she was scared of him. You wanna piss your pants like a toddler? He bared his teeth and felt like growling but he didn’t.

“Don’t need your fuckin’ help.” In case you didn’t notice, your pride has no place down here. He looked up and cursed under his breath before he jerked her hands off of him and tugged his own jeans open… and felt her hands steady him around his ribs. Try not to splash, yeah? He huffed and shook his head, reminding himself that this was far from the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done.

As soon as he was done, he tucked himself away, zipped up, and buttoned his jeans… felt her hands leave him… he turned around just in time to see her doing the same and he slammed his arm around her neck, tugging her back against him. They slid to the side, luckily away from the corner. He felt her fingers digging into his forearm as his back landed hard against the rock again, he hissed as they slid down until he ass-planted. She landed half on his lap, half off. Damn, she was smaller than he thought.

“Who are you.” He growled out against her stringy hair. No one. She hissed out and he shook his head. “Not good enough.” He felt how her muscles were tense and coiled, but not in the way that he was used to. She wasn’t ready to strike, she was ready to defend. “You got orders not to hurt me, little one, is that it?” She scoffed at him. Orders? What the fuck are you talking about?

“Orders. What are they!” He barked at her, jerking his arm tighter around her. She flinched all over and he felt her starting to squirm. What orders! The last order I got was for a double cheeseburger, man! Her voice was hoarse, breaking more than once as he felt a tremor work down her spine. His brow furrowed as he listened for and felt for any of the signs of deception that he’d been trained for and that he’d learned to detect. He… he felt and heard none.

“What’s your name.” He eased his arm but not enough to let her go. Marian. He heard her breath out and he frowned. She gave that up so quick… as if she didn’t even know not to. “Who do you think I am.” I don’t fuckin’ know, man… some unlucky asshole who pissed off the wrong people? He sighed and let her go but she didn’t move, she sagged against him as if she hadn’t the strength to move quite yet.

“Get off me.” He shoved her away and she rolled, crawling slow. He saw her grab her chain… which was the same size and weight as his… which was pretty damn heavy and big… and jerk it behind her. He only then noticed, now that his vision was pretty adapted… that she was wearing what amounted to a short kind of dress.

What felt like a few more hours passed before he heard what sounded like a heavy metal door somewhere above them clang open. His eyes flicked from the amber lit stairwell that was a little ways away from one side of the two-sided bar walls of their shared cell, which now that he’d had time to study it, was about ten by ten. He saw her lift her head and look. It sounded like three men… rough voices… rougher language. Russian? No… Bulgarian? Something like that – he wasn’t great at languages. He heard chain rattling and saw how she was sliding back, away from where he guessed the door was… she was pressing herself into the corner on her ‘side’ of the cell.

Three large, clad in black battle dress men appeared down the stairs. One was carrying a bucket, he heard sloshing… one unlocked the cell door and pushed it open… he started pushing his hands down into the ground but a rapid clicking caught his attention. One of them was brandishing a fucking cattle prod. He clinched his jaw. One of them started barking at him… he just glared at him and the end of the cattle prod. The one with the bucket set it down.

The third… he heard the chain rattle and a dark laugh. He flicked his eyes over and saw her grabbing tight to the bars beside her as that one pulled her chain tight, her leg stretching. She yelped when that one pulled it hard. He unlocked her shackle and though she struggled… she lost quick. He hauled her up, she kicked out and was just making a lot of growling sounds. He covered her mouth and jerked his hand away quick with a pained yell.

The one who’d previous set the bucket down had turned and slapped her, hard. She went limp and dazed… he grabbed her ankles and the three of them backed out of the cell, taking he with them, leaving the bucket. It took Simon a bit before he chanced checking the bucket. It was just water. He figured really quick that if they wanted him dead, they would have killed him. So, he drank a few handfuls before he put himself back against the wall.

For… again, what felt like hours… he strained his ears… he heard nothing but a subtle drip of water somewhere down here with him… and the sound of his own breathing. Nothing else. Absolutely nothing. He managed to shuffle himself to the corner one more time before he settled back against the wall, he took another drink of water… back against the wall… and then… nothing.

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Chapter 5: Check Mate, Mate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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