Adrenaline High Pt5.

Adrenaline High pt5.

I hope everyone is doing OK and having a good day! Sorry about the long time stretch between this update and the last one. I've been busy with school,sports and work but now my schedule is clearing up abit so expect some more frequent updates, possibly daily ones. :)

Warnings: foul language,mentions of anxiety,and angst(duh)

The journey back to the base practically sucked any possible conjunctions of energy left out of your body due to the adrenaline wearing off. Leaving you with an aching body and heavy feeling eyes. Grumbling as you shuffled behind Soap and Alejandro as they spoke you could feel Ghosts rumbling steps behind you and Gaz,as well as Rudy. Who seemed to be jumpy at Ghosts mere presence. Anyone would really,but that's the thing. You weren't,and you where sure as hell weren't going to be any time soon. All you saw in Ghost was that he was just like the boogeyman. Something that hid in the dark and shadows. And you weren't scared of the dark.

After the processing of Talking to Price and him reporting to Laswell you felt yourself practically drag your now dazed mind to your room and you blindly grabbing sweats and black tank top as well a change of boxers. Kicking off your boots with a groan as you stepped away from the pile of blankets and a mattress ontop of a cot that you called a bed before utterly turning the corner harshly and slamming into someone's chest.. looking up as you scampered as few steps back you where only swiftly looking up to meet a pair of hard blue eyes baring down on your own gaze.

"Your bleeding"

Scoffing you then gave a mumbled apology and went to shove past the hulking figure.

"Your Bleeding."

A bit harsher this time.

"I'll be fine."

And again you went to push past..and again you where denied.

"Ghost I promise you I will be fine now let me fucking past"

He seemed to try and puff himself up more,to appear..intimidating?

Shooting a glare at him as choked out sound of aggravation found its way into your voice as you again when to shove past him,this time budging him a bit..but only to be shoved back harder by him.

"Go to medbay Hound. Now."

"Unlike your mere beliefs of my name leading me to be a fucking lap dog, I am not Ghost. Now let me fucking past or so help me-"

"Or what soldier?"

Letting out a hiss through your teeth you felt your nerves reach their last end with this man as you harshly shoved past him,letting out a hard voice as you spoke.

"Don't fucking try to care when you dont."

And as the bathroom door went to swing shut you swore you heard a whisper from him.. pleading almost,'I do'

Standing there as the hot water steamed and stung your skin was not helping with the strangled feeling you felt as you practically clawed at you skin at the dried blood on your body,groaning at the feeling of the now apparent cut over your eye burning as it was washed out by the water and soap trinkling out if your scalp.

And you found that some of the blood from the gun fight from earlier wasn't coming off...

Causing you to panic and scrub even harder..and harder... and harder.

Before soon you felt like you couldn't breathe as the mere thought of the blood forever staining your hands scared you..

You couldn't breathe..

You let out a strangled noise as you leaned against the wall,the cold wall greeting your back almost greedily as you slammed your eyes shut and forced air into your lungs..

In...

Out..

In...out..

In......

Out.

And with that you immediately turned to water off and got yourself dressed and dried off in silence. No thoughts to yourself..your eye had stopped bleeding..and you weren't taking a trip to med bay at this time of the night. You couldn't shake the feeling,that manic drowning feeling..and so,you took yourself and your wallowing thought to your room and with that you flopped weakily onto your bed and entangled yourself with the blankets..and as you drifted off into drained sleep...you swore you could make out a Ghost mask at your door...

'Adrenaline high' pt3.

I hope everyone is having an amazing day so far and if not I hope reading this makes it better for you even for a moment :) enjoy!

Warning: foul language

To say the least with a fucking ghost mask in your face to fleeting moment your eyes open,freaking out is a perfect reaction.

As if on cue you let out a startled noise from the literal pits of hell as you let out a hard left hook which sent the Larger man stumbling back with a groan as you lurched forward..and immediately felt the adrenaline in your body wake you right up alongside the near heart attack experience you just had.

"Jesus fucking christ Simon!" a harsh breathe came from you as the now respectively pissed off Simon Riley stood and stared at you at a safer distance a couple feet back.

"Do you just fucking sneak up on everyone and shove your face against theirs?!" The words hissed out at you as a groan audibly came from you as drumming sound pounded into your skull,and then the aftereffects of lurching upward and using your bad arm to knock a man his size back was coming to light with a oh so nice heavy throb to it.

Wincing you then rubbed your temples before muttering a sorry to him as the sound of something caught your attention in the silence..his voice.

"No,I don't. But that's not why I'm here. Two days you've been out Hound. It's time to get up,Your wanted in Prices office once you've.." you listened to his gruff voice trail off as his blue eyes glanced up and down your now slightly shaking figure that now had a death grip on the thin covers of the hospital bed in med bay..suddenly becoming aware on how shitty you must be looking at the moment. And then snapped out of your self conscious thoughts as he continued,the sound of his throat clearing audibly before he began. "Become seeable. See you there in 20" and with that,almost like a robot he turned and began to walk,and just as he was about to stride out of door he looked over his shoulder at you,watching a you staref back at his now still figure. "Don't be late y/n"...and he left. Leaving you to Bare a hard glare into the back of Ghosts retreating figure before you huffed and grumbled like an angry child would as you shoved the blankets off before swinging your legs to the side of the med bed and stood slowly,your legs crooning at the glee of be used again after...two days?.. your brows furrowed as you began to space out during the journey of making your way to your room and snagging clothes and quite literally stalking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you a little too hard..

The way you looked in the mirror,under the whitened light that was overhead made you cringe a bit. Your eyes sunken in,sad looking almost from being asleep but not actually resting and your hair...sticking to some of the dried blood from the fight and dirt in frenzied strands it sat,greasy and flat looking. Causing you to feel dirty and shudder as you tore you gaze from the mirror and turned the shower on,testing your still slightly aching shoulder in the water,you found it to not sting as much as you had thought it would. Almost tearing the clothes you had on off as you scrambled to get under the hot water you stumbled before huffing as you kicked off the last pant leg into the pile now sitting near the door as you waddled into the warm water. Your body relaxing and you letting a groan that wouldn't be misplaced in the bed room..which caused you to roll your eyes at yourself as you began to wet your scalp and scrub your skin and body until it hurt..and then you got out after what seemed forever..but in really you knew was only eight minutes. Awkwardly drying your self off you threw on the clothes you had on,military cargo pants that where held a little higher then your hips with a thin elastic belt and a black tantop..and you caught a look at your shoulder,the wound was red..mean and ugly as it was stitched tightly and cleanly shut..not sign of infection..you glanced away from it and went back to the task at hand,hiding your dog tags under the shirt as you dried you hair,scrambled white socks on and then brushed your teeth and deodorant before scuffing to your room and yanking a pair of military boots on.. and on your way you went to Prices office,with a good three minutes to spare as you made your way down the hall way to the office. But the thoughts of what this was about was sending you through a whole loop..and then you stood out side the door before you rapped against the wood With your knuckle once before a voice boomed.

"Come in"

Prices voice. It was heavy and did not sound happy nor angry...just heavy..

And with a harsh swallow you reached for the knob and twisted before stepping into the office.

And the sight of Price sitting at his desk with Ghost standing near him sent a message to you..possibly the wrong one.

Oh good God is this how you lost your job? Because Ghost couldn't fucking watch his back properly? And then that sent a thought of disdain toward him. Mayne he wasn't so great if he did a simple mistake. Maybe-

"Y/n" Prices voice rang out as you stood there,position tightened and your back as straight as it could get as you stared ahead with you hands behind your back.

"Yes sir?"

"You can sit. Your not in trouble. Just a meeting soldier."

And with that your body relaxed a breath you didn't even realize left your body almost urgently. And then you crossed your arms and waiting for what he was going to say,all the while you could feel Ghosts gaze boring holes into you.

"With the uncovering of not just one but multiple Hard drives of information and planning of the cartel we've been able to break some ground . In the following week we will all move out to a town,or well a ghost town neighboring the one you two just where. That is where their storing all of their drugs and weapons.. and so,we will be in charge of quite literally blowing it to the ground..understand?"

"Yes sir!"

In unsion you both spoke and in unsion both your gazes locked..and so did a glare match at both your faces..and then prices voice said something that made your day..

"Now get the hell outta my office". And with that as ghost was making his hulking ass to the door,you shouldered past him roughly as he muttered something after you and off you marched off to wherever your feet where taking you..and soon you found yourself outside with joggers and a thick red hoodie.. The bitter air woke you right up as it filled your lungs sharply,burning them as you felt your gaze snap to soap and gaz who both had obviously noticed your arrival to the track as they approached and soon you three where talking and walking.. and then soap spoke loudly,making himself known quite well even though you and gaz where hearing him perfectly fine without his screeching...

"Say...how about a race? First one to finish 400 meters win a free drink yeah?"

And a smile broke out onto your face as gaz laughed nervously.

"Oh your on McTavish,But..here's the question,who'll stand aside and say ready set g-"

"I will"

Gaz blurted almost immediately. Eagerly,which caused you to bust out laughing as Soaps utter dumbfounded face.

"Ok,well,to the starting line Y/n"

It was nice hearing your name other than hound..reminded you that you where human and not just a dog to laswell..

You followed behind soap as he approached the starting line,and Gaz stood on the grass area of the inner track and glanced around as the two of you took positions. And the world around you seemed to slow and dispate,your shoulder...soaps nagging and taunts as you looked ahead..you took a basic sprinters position.."Runners on Your mark"..your body working like clock work as your relaxed your shoulders as the adrenaline In your soared.."Get set"...your head lowered and your legs raised...and then Gaz's words thundered into air around you..

"GO!"

Springing Into action you flew upwards,your legs pumping hard and fast as you approached the middle of the first turn on the track with soap riding the inner lane..and so..you pushed him harder as you both broke the first 100 meter line. Your legs now lengthening in stride and your arms pumping harder,your stride became larger,more so exaggerated..and then mid way through the second 100 meters you felt yourself stride away from Soaps figure..and soon you found yourself utterly flying through the last turn and down the runway,your legs flying swiftly as your breath hissed in quick short pants and soon you found yourself thundering through the finish life and slowing to stop as your leaned over and began huffing for air as you listened to Gaz laugh at Soap as he soon after many moments..many moments..crossed the finish line. Once you caught your breath you stood up with your hands on your hips to find Alejandro and Ghost standing next to Gaz..approaching the trio as Soap was quite literally gasping for air still on the track.

And then Alejandros voice broke through,a laugh in his tone as he spoke.

"Who knew even with a busted shoulder you'd be flying out of here like Diablo himself was ok your ass" a smile spread across his face as you laughed with him at Soaps pouting face before you found Ghost baring a stare at you,which sent a slight shiver down your warm body.

"So..Alejandro you up for a run?"

"You take me for a fool Hound? You will outrun me worse than Soap!"

And then you all agreed to head inside to the base,and in jostle words and jokes you all walked,even Ghost slipped in some comments but you always found his gaze always on you..and to be frank it was slightly pissing you off In a way..ignoring it you shoved the annoyed feeling you had down your throat bitterly and once you found yourself in the warmth of the main room you found yourself scrambling to the kitchen for a hot drink..tea sounded good..now let's just hope Ghost doesn't throttle you with a tea bag if he find you drinking it. You listened as the group dispersed,Gaz and Soap flopped onto the couch into the "living room" and Alejandro slunked off to somewhere and Ghost?..you didn't have a clue and to be frank you did not care as you shuffled around in the cupboards and hummed as you found a thing of green tea,snaking a tea bag into your hand you then,like a giddy child filled a mug up with water before placing the bag onto the counter and then into the microwave..and before you knew it,you where sipping a cup of now Luke warm tea at the kitchen counter on a stool as you heard snores..? Was it night already? Glancing to your watch you felt your throat go dry..it was 9 at night..and here you where,sipping you 4th cup of fucking tea as you stared at the wall like it was interesting..and then a voice made you jump..

"Are you drinking my fucking tea?"

Oh shit....

'Pompeii'

Ghost x Reader

Warnings: Blood,mentions of guns,warfare, cursing, and above all else, utter angst.

Hey, so this will be one of the darker fics I will be writing. Be mentioned this will reflect on what happens to soldiers during wars and after and will show the light of military relationships and how relationships like that are. Anyhow, I hope everyone is having an amazing day and to get some rest pls!

It was a hot summer day, the sun beating down like a glove on a small boy with tufted Y/C hair that seemed to whip in the wind wildly boldly leaped over a log, laughing as he did so, his toy gun made of wood aimed and firing at pretend enemies that stood in his way, a "pew pew" would escape his giggling lips as he did so. And as he weaved in and out of bushes, he grabbed a pine cone and threw it laughing wildly with glee as it rumbled the sun into a dance with its shadow that blocked out the sun out the boys eyes and spoke with a glee filled voice.

"GRENADE!"

The worda left you with a spoken sound of a blind yell, explosions sounded ahead of you that rung your ears raw, almost mufflung everything else around you as the smell of metalic and utter gun powder and sulfur stained your nostrils as your eyes held ahead harshly, your gun aiming and firing as you watched your grenade fly and hit its target and watches the artillery truck blow up into nothing more than smoke and flames. Your gun held tightly in your hand as bullets flew from it, landing its mark from its chambers into the body parts of the men and women who stood in your way.. and you did so without a single thought as you crouched behind a crate of rubble and fired from cover as the onslaught of bullets and explosions filled your ears... but the utter terror of soldiers wounded all alike that laid down on the field everywhere, either with dead corpses or not they laid and cried out in agony and fear.. And the medics could only grab so many at a time.. You then felt a bullet whizz past your face, and on pure reflex, you fired a returning bullet or two and felt your adrenaline soar as you moved forward, firing and firing, reloading and reloading as you and your team.. Moved forward, utterly sprawling the area with gun fire and dead bodies ontop of the already dead or wounded.

And it seemed like a repetitive cycle until the enemy fell. Until the terriostic group, you were all sent out here to dismantle for the US governments peace of mind was down and left in utter nothing. You didn't remember who for Or why you were here. But all you was that you got here with no help, not from family, none. All you knew was that the blood soaked your skin and dusted it, holding a sticky feeling to it. Your body heaving with breath and ache as you marched in line to the chopper, all you thought of was just stalking to the infirmary and getting your guns cleaned and put away and a shower...you almost gagged at the smell of the blood and weeks upon weeks of being out on the field finally setting it. The way the mud caked your boots and your pants, your rolled up sleeves covered almost every inch in dirt and blood. You shivered and continued on to one of the many choppers waiting for you ... and once you had gotten your footing into the chopper, you slunked into your seat and dozed off..

The boy found himself racing home to meet his dog and his family. Knowing his Ma was making dinner,the dog waiting in the yard for him,and his pa soon to arrive home from work. He approached his little red house with a blue roof with white doors and window frames and races into the back door to meet his mom with a hug and to be greeted by his dog woofing, a German shepherd, who was a puppy, a child much like the young Boy. He was home.

Awaking to the chopper door opening and the cold air seeping into your bones was one of the many ways to awake lately. And your body protested you standing up and picking up your pack, your life, everything all you've had and known for five years was sitting in the bag you now where slinging over your back. All you've known..for what seemed like forever. And as soon as you stepped off the choppers ramp, you were met with rain, heavy,skin stinging rain. Glancing up to let it hit your face, all you could appreciate was appreciate it. To just soak it up for just a moment as you walked in line with the other soldiers. All moving their way to the amrpty and then obviously to the showers and then bed. Oh, how badly you wanted to sleep. To rest.

And then that beautiful thought came to light and then suddenly shattered the minute you heard your name being called.

"PRIVATE L/N GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

Shit.

Whipping your head to the noise, your commanding officer..the heaf fucking hancho who seemed to have a stick up his ass.

General Fucking Sheperd.

And it seemed to be another with him.

Twisting on your heel, you jogged with what the last of the energy you had left could muster. Your body groaned and cried as you did so, and then, with a sharp stop in front of them, you folded your body into a sharp soldier salute pose and spoke with as much of a voice you could ever speak with at this point.

"SIR!"

And then with that, you put your stiffened and dirty arms behind your back and stood there with your shoulders crying out from the ensured indent you have from your pack holding itself on your shoulders for as long as you had been deployed for.

"At ease L/N, This is Captain John Price. Otherwise known as your new commander as far as you are now concerned."

He motioned to the man. Who seemed very well aware of taking care of himself if it even ever came to him having to do it. He seemed to be a different shepherd. Someone who actually knew what it was like on the field. And you could tell just by the scars that illuminated from his hands in the post lights of the base you had landed on.

"Sir?"

"You are now assigned to help Captain John Price and his task force team alongside our shadows to go to Las Almas and take down the cartel there and get information on the four missing missles that somehow went missing in departure and delivery to their location. That is all you need to know as of right now. One hour, you have to clean your weapons and freshen up and meet out here for departure to their base on their chopper. Do not be late soldier."

"YES SIR!"

And with that, you turned on your heel and practically dragged your legs toward the Amory and took apart and cleaned every little speck of your gun, two pistols, their holsters and the knife hidden at your lower back, your boots, you upper thigh and one hidden at your calf area. And cleaned their sheaths. And with that, you left, took them along with your pack, and into the barrack area that was filtering in and out soldiers of any rank and kind as you set your pack down into your barrack room,before rushing to grab clean clothes and your giant duffel bag and began to pack every thing you had,your clothes that where here, your thin blanket, and whatever else you had there , checking the time. Still have 45 minutes left. Good. And with that, you grabbed the normal white socks and military camo print cargo pants and a thin black skin tight athletic long sleeve and then a dark blue crew neck sweater before you rushes to the showers...and scrubbed and scubbed every portion of your skin as it cried out in glee from the contact of the hot water on it. And just as you were in there, you were out, and drying off and shoving your clothes on and once your boots were on and your belt was clicked you quickly dried the rest of your hair till it was a damp dry and headed out,throwing your..well used to be your clothes into the hamper,knowing they'd be given to another private once washed and repaired. And then, within a split moment, you had your pack on your back,tightened against your back as much as it could be, and then your duffel bag with your things from your now barren barracks in one hand ,while a duffel bag that held your weapons and a good amount of respected ammo magazines for your gun laid in it. And out onto the helo pad area you went, your eyes searching for a tan Kahki grey bucket hat, and spotted it before glancing at your watch. 7 minutes early. You then jogged over to Now your captain. Price was his name.

And then once he saw you in his line of sight, he spoke, and he reminded you of an old dad you saw one to many things in life..hah.

"Alright, soldier, load up, and welcome to 141." And as you ducked from the helos sharp wings and finally made it inside of the metal belly he contuied as you both two your seats across from one another.

"I've read your file. When it came to your background, it was blacked out. So I'll hone off of the past stories for now. But you've been here for 5 years and have shown amazing marksmanship and other qualities for anything other than a private on a task force that was deployed out to fo the dirty work the shadows or the US government didn't want to do. So why did you deny to be brought up another status?"

"Because I prefer where I am Sir."

"Drop the formalities L/N, just call me Price."

"Price...why me?"

"Because I'd prefer a fresh set of eyes and attitude on my team. And besides, you're just what the team needs as of right now."

"Sir?"

And with a deep sigh, he spoke once more. Almost either surprised you still called him Sir or letting off whatever thought he just had of his nose, he looked serious doing it as his gaze meant yours.

"You know how to use a gun, a blade, have passed the courses like they were a playground,and have shown to be an amazing soldier on the field L/N.. And we need that if we're to take down this cartel and find these missiles."

Firepower. And manpower.

All the help of What they can get.

And then, at that moment, you knew deep down that this was going to end in millions dead or utterly laying your life on the line.

And you knew what option you were going to take in the end at the end of the day.

Soon arriving to the Base, you were met with an empty helo pad. Quiet. Strange to your usual busy in and out one back at...home?

Ignoring that thought, you followed Price out of the chopper and briskly charged through the base with him as he pointed and explained where what was where and what was what. Normal placement for everything, just like back at the other base other than a few things that'd be easy to memorize in a couple days. And then it came to the barracks, you both passed down an empty hall only for you to see someone with a shaved mowhawk to be sitting on the couch in what seemed to be the main area of "their section of the base " as Price had said watching TV.

"You'll meet the boys tomorrow, but this is Soap, Soap you know bout L/N," and then he turned, and you watched as Soap grinned like A child as you and Price have stopped.

"Welcome to the team kid"

With a nod, you then continued after Price down the barracks, glad to find them empty as your then found yourself standing at the doorway of what was now your home for the next give or take time of how ever long. Possibly your last. Scoffing that thought, you gave thanks to Price as he patted your shoulder and left you to retire for the night as you then unpacked your two duffel bags but left your battle pack to the side for the night knowing you'd repack and go through it tomorrow. And once shoving your clothes in drawers and personal items and hygienic items on the small dresser that belonged to you. Only then did you untie your boots and belt and slip out of your muddy and obviously worn boots before setting them next to your clean ones and with a Groan you pulled out your phone and set your alarm to wake up on your usual sleep schedule othe than the fact of a normal schedule for weeks for being deployed for such a long time. And thje you set it on your charger next to the cot that had a pillow before laying your thin blanket on it and shifted your clean pants off and folded them and left them on the dresser side before gripping a pair of sweats in your hands and yanked them on before turning the side lamp on your dresser off and layed in your bed, finally finding peace and rest for a mere moment of rest...knowing the night will be restless like all the others from the years of war. As soon as you were prime out of the crop of training, you were thrusted into war and then into secret missions like the one you were just on. And the things you've seen have been utter horror, so you lock them away..only for the day because in the night they surface. And haunt you. And so you lay yourself down into the cot mattress and found yourself utterly succumbing to sleep gladly...

Finally, being able to ignore what was going on around you and what was to come. To leave it for the morning. The utter morning will it hit you again, and you'll feel it. But that's the morning, now you slept.

'Adrenaline high' pt 9.

I'm fr bugging with finals before break 😭

Warnings: NSFW CHAPTER!

The way his eyes stared into yours as you stared at each other had your heart slamming against your rib cage almost hurriedly. Like a spooked bird frantically flapping around trying to escape a cage. And you watched as his right hand traced up to your ribs and rubbed the daring mountains of bone that expanded and contracted with every harsh and desperate breath you took..and he felt them hitch as your breath held as his left hand lay now teasing your hip bone area. Rubbing in circles and tracing down close to your now erect hard on and then tracing back up,causing a frustrated and desperate whine to trickle through your body,shuddering to his touch as he chuckled deeply.. and before you knew it, he had moved his way back up to what your pull over exposed of your collarbone and began to leave harsh marks. Almost like a rampant dog would when marking its territory, wincing at the harsh feeling of the way his teeth nipped at your skin and the way his tongue lapped at it with every mark he left.

"Easy now, no need to get all worked up yet." Demanding almost. And just like that, he had left your skin utterly feeling naked without him there marking it. Claiming it to be his almost.

A yelp escapes your lips as you could feel his fingers grazing your hard on,teasing..draggin..and utterly driving you insane, Choking on the breath that was able to enter your lungs all you could do was shudder and writhe beneath his touch deliciously.

And Simon enjoyed it. Watching you tremble and shudder beautifully beneath him..and then he let out a dark chuckle once more as he left you to the nights cold air as he scuffed off his sweats and boxers. The sight of his cock bare to you sent shivers down your spine and then you traced your gaze up to his..and there it was...the look that almost caused you to cry out either in desperation or utter temptation.. his eyes dark and hooded beneath his mask,the blue ocean that lurked within his Iris's shone through the slight light the moon offered..and his eyes seemed to trap you..hypnotize you..and you found yourself leaning into his touch as his hands found themselves tracing your hips,dragging up to the curve of your spine and then down to holding your hips in place...and then you realized the sudden stop in motions. He was waiting for the consent to proceed.

Nodding all too quickly to what he was asking, you felt something hard prod your entrance,slightly wet already with precum. You felt your grip tighten on the bedding of the cot beneath you felt him enter you slowly,and you didn't even realize how tight you were until now as a squeal almost left your lips from the feeling of him stretching you out slowly..teasingly.. you watched him shudder and groan against you... and soon after many moments of coaxing and pushing...and dirty sweet words from the two of you,his hips connecented with your ass.

"So beautiful.." Murmuring came from his lips as he then began to slowly set the pace,rocking his hips at an utterly teasing pace as he slowly left you feeling empty only for him to fill you back up again as light gasps ajd groans came from you and shuddering breaths left the man above you...and you could just feel him taking up every little space and crevice in your body..fitting like a glove around him almost...as if you where built just for him..and him alone.

Suddenly, Simons pace began to get harsher.. and his breaths turned to grunts... and your body twitched against his own,back arching and lungs coaxing from the lewd sounds escaping your mouth as he soon began to have his way with you..and he watched utterly fixated on your body shuddering against him as he pulled out and you almost pulling him back in..like your body needed this. Wanted this. And by the gods did you want this.

Crying out, you felt his body press harsher against yours as the grip he had on one side of your hip was sure to leave a bruise as he trusted harsher into you,almost enticing the high that you both where after. And he watched as your legs were now desperately rocking with your hips with his thrusts..and as your eyes were shut,head titled back and arms desperately clinging to the pillow beneath you ad tears where obviously pricking your eyes ...and the sound of the noises you made where music to him..utter music..

And then he noticed how desperate your sounds were, how.. high they were..

Letting out a Grunt, he gripped your hip with one hand and the other holding his upper body up above you as he teasingly slowed the pace,dragging out the high you were utterly on the verge of hitting.

"S-simon please!"

He seemed amazed at how you were utterly putty in his hands... you were all like this..just for him.. only for him.

His.

Not giving a response, he suddenly let out a harsh snap of his hips and returned to an utter harsh pace and watched as you fell apart...

And all you could do was just let out voice cracking groans and whines as you could just feel the pressure in your abdominal area building and building... and then, with one snap of his hips, you came, and he continued slamming into you and utterly sending you into over stimulation, and you listened as Simon's thrusts became more desperate sloppy and his breathing heaved..and you swore you could here a frustrated whine followed by a chain of groans come from him...

And then.. with one final snap of his hips, he came.. and he watched as you shuddered at the feeling of his cum filling you up inside.

And watched as you breath heaved with his,like you were one, and then your eyes met, and he couldn't help it..but just kiss you on your head before holding your hips tenderly and gently pulled out causing you to seeth a breath through your teeth before gently sitting yourself up and used your arms to hold yourself up. And you watched as he motioned for you to stay, and he grabbed one of his personal clean towels and wiped himself off before he pressed the towel against your entrance and then cleaned you off and threw the towel in the basket he had in his room... and then, within a moment of silence,it wasn't an awkward silence. It was peaceful between the two of you. This silence was saying more than words ever could possibly.

And with a creak of the cot, he got up once more and grabbed the discarded clothes, and threw his on quickly and quietly before handing yours to you. And he watched as you nimbly pulled your boxers onto your body.. before he realized you had jeans and within a flash, he had a pair of sweats in his hands.

"Thanks.."

And he watched as you pulled them onto your body, these where obviously too big for you, but they'd do.

And then, as if he was waiting for you to the pants on to do this, he practically crawled onto the bed and shifted under the covers before pulling your upright figure in the warmth cocoon with him.

And as you comfortably set against him like he was a portable heater and as you drifted off to sleep, you swore you could hear a faint murmur that rumbled from his chest...

"I love you..."

And you realized this....this...

This was a mutual understanding between two humans...

This was....

Love?

'Pompeii ' pt2.

Warnings:foul language, implications of ptsd,depictions of warfare and gore.

Hey, so as you see from the warnings alone, this is going to be a darker fic. As said before, this won't be a romtically centered one, and will be placed mostly in flashbacks and warfare.

All you remembered from the night before stripped a Groan from your lungs as you shifted in the bed to your alarm, straining an alarm beeping into your face. Sitting up, you lazily hit the alarm and checked the time. You then threw your legs over the edge and let them dangle as your eyes ached before you rubbed them harshly. Aching. You felt a headache coming.

Hissing through your teeth, you dragged yourself out of the bed. More so a cot with a thin sheet. As you made your way through the dark and cold floor to your door and slid it shut all the way, hearing no sound come from anything else around you before flicking your light on. And then you did the routine of getting ready swiftly.... before you heard movement buzz alive around you. Fuck. Swiftly tugging on your pants and socks, you muttered lowly as you soon got yourself put together..and then the rush of the routine as blurred as you threw on deodorant and almost ran to the bathroom and scrubbed you teeth and face with cold water before you now found yourself finally tying your boots and outside in their little area of the base before where price had told you the night before the meet them. And well... least to say watching them all March in right after the other made you purse your lips precisely on why you hated moving team to team. The issues of acceptance and how long it took for yours and their presence to be normal to one another in any aspect.. and one by one, did you meet them. But all you caught were the names. Soap, Alejandro,Gaz....and Ghost. You peered at the masked man before huffing through your nose as Price had 'closed' the meeting, and that's when you noticed the Shadows had arrived.. and then everyone dispersed, but two gazes. The one they called Ghost and yours. And with one final stance, stare, and breath, you had turned your back and revised the singer words you had caught as you had spaced out during the verifying of introductions. But had caught the entirely of the mission.

Looks like you were in for a dog fight.

The small boy whimpered as he had scraped his elbow on a rock harshly after being flung into the ground by a group of larger boys, stronger boys. Meaner. And he watched as they all reached for him as his back twitched in their vices... and all he could do was run. His little feet strike the dirt ground as he cries out for his ma..his pa..or his dog as he raced for his home,as the others gave chase.. his elbow hurt, his face ached from the punch he had taken to it that had definitely made him lose a tooth as his cheeks felt clammy and his face swollen, and so he ran, as fast as he could.

You never knew that someone's little mistake would wind up here now. You heaved a breath as you watched with a darkened, exhausted stare at the men around you as they sneered at your bondaged state. Tied to a chair that was against the wall, a hard concrete wall that made your bones ache against the rough wood of the chair. Your legs ached... and so did your arms as you were sure circulation had been cut off from them from the tightness of the rope alone, let alone the force you had been yanking at them with.

Inhaling harshly in the smoke filled air, you let out a rasp as you decided to fetch down memory lane to think about how you got here.

Oh yes, that's right. You were sniping, covering the men, a shadow was supposed to ...SUPPOSED TO.. Watch your flank. Turns out they did not .. and caused you to take a butt of a gun to your head. And here you were...for the gods know how many days or weeks or even hours... all you knew was that your body ached... your face dried and sticky with blood... and your left eye laying on the floor a few feet from you. You remembered being injected with something... that made you feel... funny. very funny. funny to the point that you were so out of it to the point where you didn't even realize what was happening until you had lurched forward and spat in the man's face....and with that a blade appeared and had hooked your upper lip and tore a good amount of skin off...and your eye being practically clawed out.. you felt the dull ache remind you of the screams that had left your mouth from it moments after.... shuddering from the ache of shitless job of bandaging your face, let alone stopping the bleeding they had done...to keep you around longer, for the information you still held from them....they said...as they burned your fresh wound with liquor and cigars..the smell of Burning flesh and metal that rest still in your nostrils caused you to gag. And then watched as they watched you... waiting for you to crack...hawking... waiting for their leader to come back.

You've been through your fair share of being around for quite some time of tortures, you're prefer water boarding over your eye being plucked out of your face and it being burned any day of the week to say in this situation.

Least to say the fact that your body felt sluggish and hard to breathe.. and cold..so cold... was not a good sign..and then the knodding out happened. And you were awoken with a large.. and loud..boom. One that practically shook the building and caused dusting of the ceiling to dribble down..and before you knew it forgein languages where being shouted in your ears ..and you where untied,pinned to the point where you couldn't even move your body with the fact of being shot..retied and dragged to your feet,and with that your body sagged and limped to keep up with what was happening around you until you realized what was happening..a recuse. Sneering at the man dragging you practically, you felt yourself sag and then stumble forward before you pretend to fall forward, which, in fact, you almost just passed out at the moment..the pain overbeared your senses and lead to explosions ringing your ears and gun fire sparking your adrenaline alive...you where alive alright...just barely at this point.. panting as your chewt ached with the definite prominent of a bruised rib ...you quickly caught the glimpse of glass..in the sand..a sharp shard..gripping it in your hands, you felt yourself being yanked back up from the sand you had grazed and dusted your skin with...and the with a harking yell you had been shoved forward..in front of the man and then pinned...held there with a gun to your head... this was it... you managed to make out in your blurred vision was familiar structures..soaps bald sides...prices hat. Alejnadros voice ...Graves yelling and Ghosts yells as they fired their guns and yelled for something..for you..

Glancing up at them, you mustered the most sorry look you could give them before grabbing the sharf of glass you had just hidden and twisting and stabbing right in the shoulder area near the neck,the jugular. And then, with a reflection of a reflex, the gun went off right next to your ear,causing you to rear backward and with that you took the now scrambling and gurgling fortune with you tumbling down debris and sand and dirt..and bodies ..and with a loud thump you had connected to a large piece of stone...more so your back...your ears rung...and you felt something trickle out of them...and you realized you could only hear muffled...wincing you attempted to get up only for your body to give out and limply lay there. You panted and watched the man you had brought down with you dead..and with that you had realized who it was....Hassan.. letting out a small huff, you felt the air leaving your body..and with one last glance around you felt the area around you rumble as watched as debris fell around the two of you...and then you felt your eye roll to the back of your head as everything had went black with a loud boom being the last thing your heard...

The boy had found himself hiding underneath a thick brush backing away frantically from the clawing hands of the older boys who had whooped him over nothing but a rock being kicked at one's shoes on accident. And here he was, crying and backing away from the reaching hands of them. Before a bark was heard and a gun shot... a warning shot..and with a 6 scrambled out the brush and toward his dog and his pa... he was safe...as the others ran off..and off to home he was carried as his father cooed to him with how brave he was..and how his dog stayed near them...

And the next thing you knew. .a bark and a wet nose where what you were being greeted with..your mangled side of your face now pressed into the dirt,your bandage now slipped off and resting as a border between the filth and the filth it was already in.

"HES OVER HERE"

Feeling your heart sink as you heard footsteps approach, you struggled to get up.. but found yourself unable to breathe properly, gasp more like it as a thick amount of a sheet of fallen debris was directly on your back and rib area...

And with that, you groaned and began to panic before a familiar Ghost mask came into view that had said something to the dog...something...you couldn't breathe...

And then, with that, Soaps face came into view as he coaxed your now shaking figure as the others now where pushing this thing off of you...until you felt the weight lift off and a harsh breath knock you into a spasm as it refused to enter your body..

"Fuck, Price he's going into Shock! We found hassans body, and now we got our boy, and he needs medical now!"

"Choppers inbound Soap get some air into him!"

And with the blazing sound of a chopper in your ears, all you heard was a harsh British voice and a rough smack to your back,

"Breath"

And with that air entered you lungs causing you to inhale and exhale lowly with a groan as your body rocked in and out of eachothers consciousness of your mind. And with a Grunt, you had been lifted and carried limply to the chopper onky for the last thing for you to see for the time being was a Ghost mask...and your cold body shuddering against his warm one as the medics rushed to him and you and practically yanked you out of the warmth yoru body needed.. and with that,once the oxygen mask was upon your face,you had collapses underneath the darkness in your eye lids...

Into the cold..dark waters of the dark and what it held for you...

'Adrenaline high' pt4.

I didn't expect this to blow up so quickly! Thank you to everyone who keeps coming back for each new chapter and the new readers. I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter :)

Warning:foul language, mentions of violence and gun fire.

The time had flew by..faster then you'd have liked it. But bitterly you accepted the passing days by training or planning with the team. Only small moments did you find yourself time to just relax. And yet here you where,with the pounding of the helicopters winds spinning in the air and the rain pounding against the metal frame of it. Your hands gripping your gun harshly as you stared out of the open sides of the metal stomach,gripping it a bit to hard,was it nervousness? No,it wasn't nerves nor was it calamity burning itself into your mind. But it was because of how fucking close Simon Riley was to you as a whole throughout the passing days. Every corner you turned he was there,or everytime you turned around he was there..like a fucking Ghost.

You held back a scoff at the comment..oh the irony.

Grinding your teeth as you stared ahead,you could basically feel his eyes baring holes in the back of your skull, which lead to an uncomfortable shift in your position and how pissed it made you..no frustrated. And it frustrated you even more as to why you couldn't figure out why he frustrated you.

Many moments followed with your nerves just being raised higher and higher in your deep thoughts before they where bitterly snapped by a voice,Soaps voice calling out to you..

"Hound, snap out of it and let's go." He seemed rushed almost..afraid? No,just rushed as you followed him out of the planes metal stomach,crouching low to avoid the hammering blades of the helicopter and to hide amongst the forest and its high grass. And then you began to move alongside Soap,watching his signals to you as you followed them.. which was basically him telling you to stay next him while Ghost and Alejandro took the rear..and soon you found yourselves in the concert jungle of what looked to be a Ghost town. And as you went on..you where Thankful for the rain as it muffled out any silence gun shots or take downs needed as well as the night concealing you four as you weaved like snakes through the dark. And you noticed how concentrated everyone was. Even you,no snide remarks from you or Alejandro..no jokes from Ghost or Soap. Just silence and the rain as it pelted down...that is...until a voice rang out into the open comms of your ear pieces.. Price.

"Remember,the only thing you are here to do is to cover the bottom floor so Hound can make their way up and blow the building to the ground..And one Last thing...if it's large and moves..shoot it down." And with that..silence once more.. as you all approached the coordinated destination..and the adrenaline soared in your body as your gripped your gun...here we go..

The wind was knocked out of your body as your where slammed into the wall of the second floor room...the one you where in at the moment trying to get the explosive device to get all set up... your back throbbed as well as your shoulder. Snapping back into reality you ducked just in time to avoid a knife swipe to the head as your hand found its way to your pistol and within a moment a hard bang echoed a ring into your ears and splattered blood all onto your forearms and face..your body shuddered at the feeling of it striking your skin..

And then within a moment you where back down onto the ground...and then you heard a click..success.. you grabbed your gun and went to bolt but once you twisted to your left..the feeling of a bullet whisking past you had you rolling behind a book shelf and covering yourself and returning fire of two guns against one in this fight right now...blindly you looked around before your gaze found a thing of gasoline..without thinking twice you reached up to your comms and yelled with a shake to your voice as you continued to return Fire. Watching a body drop in the hallway... "Get the hell out of here NOW!IM BLOWING THIS DAMNED PLACE IN MINUS 45 SECONDS,GO NOW!" And with the harsh scowl you ignored the shouting replies and protests before you whipped around the corner of the book shelf,throwing the unlided gallon of gasoline blindly before shooting a few more shots..watching the last body in your sight drop as you pulled out a lighter and threw it..before utterly breaking out in a sprint and smashing yourself through the window..just for you mid air body to be limply thrown from the impact of the mixture of flame. Gasoline. And a bomb. You hit the ground a couple yards away harshly with a thud as the air in your body left it..sending you to be gasping and feeling as though you had severe white lash as your vision swam. Stumbling to your feet your limply gripped your gun and as you took a strangled step forward you felt a hand grip around your waist and begin to practically drag you with them as they ran feverishly..and you went to blow a bullet into their brain but caught sight of a Ghost mask in your blurry vision...and within moments of being dragged by Ghost you found your bearings and began to utterly fly through the forest,your feet striking the dirt and puddled mud ground as you glance behind you,dodging gun fire to see basically the other other running at the same pace..and then you saw the helicopter..and with one last desperate lepa you jumped into it and reached out and grabbed Soap before pulling him in after you..Alejandro flying past soap and into the wall of the helicopter..was soon followed by Ghost practically leaping over the two of you as the helicopter took flight..and soon..as you found yourself in the air,and the Adrenaline wearing you nudged Soaps body off yours. Taking the signal he gave a quick thanks and scampered off to somewhere out of your visions view as you stare at the flaked blood and dirt on your forarm..then the feeling of being stared at returned..and with a sickening turn you held your gaze with Ghost..and watched as his expression go from surprised. To relief..to utter and complete pleasure.. he was enjoying this little game..this little damn game oh his..