'Pompeii'

'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' pt6.

I hope everyone day is ending on a good note or starting on one,and if not then i hope that this newest chapter makes your day :) Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing,and a little light NSFW(Eat up ya filthy animals 😌)

A stuttered groan erupted from your chest as it rumbled from a raspy breath escaping it. Shuffling your body slightly you felt aware of the sun peaking through your window and into your eye..bitterly you grumbled and held onto the warmth encasing your body dearly...taking it in one last time before you forced yourself to sit up... and you felt every bit of yesterday hit you like a brick. Your body ached..and cried slightly from the sudden movment after being still for so long. Huffing you ran your hand through your hair and wound up swinging your legs over the bed and gently letting them take the weight of your body as they padded onto the ground. Shuffling toward the bathroom you saw movement from the living room quarters of the base and then casted a blind eye towards it. All the while,you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched,until the door of the bathroom was shut. And you where alone. Staring into the mirror you saw that the small knick on your face. It was a straight jagged line cutting through your left eye brow and just a bit before your eye lid. It looked to be scabbed up and already in the healing process. Ignoring the promise you made to Ghost last night about stopping at med bay you just dabbed it with a wet Part of a towel before you went to brushing your teeth aggressively and then applying deodorant and washing your face in silence. Once the cold water hit your face,you felt your body jolt fully awake with a startled jump at the temperature of the water. Blinking through the droplets you stared yourself in the mirror again and fixed up your hair and then padded your face dry and headed out of the bathroom back toward your room. Peeking out into the hallway between your destination of safety and where you were at now seemed pretty empty. Quickly scampering to your room you shut the door and hummed. Taking in the fact that you now where now alone and able to get dressed for the day. Digging into your now..clean clothes..staring at the pile on your bed you just began to dig through your brows furrowed with confusion..these where not just here moments ago..so who?... shoving the thoughts away you shrugged to yourself. Not minding free clean laundry as you then shrugged off the pants you had on and roughly pulled on a pair of black camo military cargo pants and your good old thin elastic belt before flopping onto your bed and yanking your shirt off..shivering at the cold air that welcomed you..shaking slightly from a sputtered shiver you then yanked on a white under shirt. Tucking the tight and thin fabric under your pants belt line you then found a thick green jogger sweatshirt and threw it on..before grabbing a pair of good old white socks and yanking them on and then lacing your boots and heading out your door. Shutting it behind you as you then checked your watch..huh...10 am..not bad.

Hearing a loud laugh coming from the living space you then pattered you way into the room and found soap and Alejandro talking in the corner of the room on the couches and then Price and Ghost talking In the near corner. Ignoring the hulking figure whose gaze you swore glanced a baring glare at you as you made your way toward The dynamic dou,Alejandro and Soap.

Plopping next to Soap you listened to them suddenly abide their attention to you,Including you into whatever shanigans they where about to get themselves into.

Piping at Alejnadros now baring smile as he spoke...and that was never a good thing.

"Ah, Good timing Y/n, I just was about to see if Soap would take a round two with you in his own field eh? You would like that Soap, no?"

You then looked at Soap, A smirk now peeping onto your face as he stared at Alejandro with a gruesome glare as he then spoke toward you,nodding almost grimacingly at the mention of him utterly losing to you in the facts of speed.

"I would.. given the fact that your a quick fucker. But, where I lack in speed. I gather in Strength. "

"Oh,you bet your ass you are so on." And as almost as soon as those words left your mouth the three of you where basically scrambling over eachother to get off the couch,you the grabbed soaps shoulder and then grabbed the back of the couch and tosses yourself over it causing you top flop onto the floor with a light thump as you then scrambled to your feet,slipping onto the carpet in front of the door leading out and almost falling through the door you now fumbled to open.

Which caused Alejandro to let out a barking laugh as him and Soap Scampered after you as you finally got the door open..leaving a very confused Price..and a very intrigued Ghost... and there they stood,watching from the kitchen window to the main front yard to see just what you three where up to now..

Once you three finally stopped slipping on the mud and leaves of the now soaked ground from the mornings cold frost you caught your breaths before Alejandro stepped a couple feet away and basically announced the "rules" of this bet you and Soap had just waged on.

"Rules are simple, first one to get the other pinned longer than 10 seconds wins. You each take ten strides away from eachother.. and face your backs from eachother until I say go"

"Seriously Alejandro.. a cowboy stand off. Sheesh"

"Shut up Soap and focus on not getting your ass handed to you again.."

And with that bitter comment from Alejandro it seemed to shut Soap up and he focused on you. And as you two stood mere inches from eachother you rolled your shoulders. Preparing yourself for more than just a sore body after this.

As Alejandro instructed you faced your backs toward eachother and walked as he counted your strides...

"One..."

Your strides dug themselves into the ground as you walked.

"Two..."

You could hear the aggressive breaths of Soap as he prepped himself to most definitely give It his all..

"Three..."

Or just blindly rage this spar.

"Four.."

Your mind went blank as you walked..

"Five.."

The cold around you did not seem to be present at the late notice..

"Six.."

Nor did the morning soreness or grogginess you had just felt moments before.

"Seven"

This was it. You could just hear it in Soaps steps that he was evidently pissed at Alejandros comment at Soap losing to you in the bet of Speed..

"Eight"

You walked. Your face blank,your mind blank,but your heart utterly raced at the adrenaline starting to stutter at the rate your heart was going..

"Nine"

Little did you know it,but you had a set of glaring blue eyes on your figure as it marched to Alejandros shouts of the number for the strides.

"Ten,Hold."

And there you stood,body tensed like a race horse waiting for go ahead of the gates flying open..the anticipation now in the seemingly forever lasting moments was killing you..

And you stood..

"Go."

And with that you had turned swiftly to face Soaps still turning figure and in a moment he was now charging at you,side stepping out of his barreling figure he swiped a jab at you,which caused you to take on the defensive as you motioned out of his way.. which seemed to just piss him off more..

Swinging and deflecting a few more swings you felt your barricade of defense that where you arms go to the weave back just for him to grab onto the green sweatshirt and pull and with a singular motion he knocked his knee up in to your gut,sending a gasp into your lungs as you then held back as grunt..and then you felt him go to shift your whole weight to the ground by using your sweater as a rope almost..

Stepping back and digging your heel you slipped out of the sweater and with a harsh push with you right shoulder into his lungs you felt the air leaves his lungs as he staggered back,giving you time to step a few steps from him as you took on the defensive again,and just like that he was onto you again, and with a singular motion you dodged a few strikes and took a good two hits to you left shoulder you felt the ache of the Still healing muscle..twinning a wince at it as you then shot to his left only for the blow you slunk at his abdomen seem to just make him angrier as his nostrils flared at you before he had just bum rushed you to the ground,sending your head to bounce off of the graveled dirt beneath you and the world seemed in slow motion.. and before you knew it,the world had snapped back to speed just as fast as it slowed.

Gasping as you twisted out of his toppling figure as it landed on the ground a few inches from you as you scrambled to your feet only for his arms to find themselves coiled around you,locking your muscles and digging your heels into the mud you felt your air pipe block itself as your one arm was pinned and the other trapped with your head and neck in his grip..

And with a growl he hissed in your ear as You heard Alejandro give out some hooted comment..

"Give. Up."

And as you felt your body slacken slightly from the air blockage you felt your nostrils flare as your teeth bared themselves as you gritted them harshly..scrunching your face up you did so..

And then you felt your body fuel with the last amount of adrenaline it had left in its system for the moment and with a harsh yell you threw all your weight forward and did a front flip..taking Soaps startled Body with you..

Slamming him under you as your rolled with him you could just feel the air leave his body as soon as he had hit the ground..and you rolled off of him and and within a moment you had twisted from a laying position to an up and slammed your weight limply onto his now fetal positioned frame as he gasped for air on his hands and knees and on his stomach he went..

And within a flick of a moment you had pinned his arms behind him in your grip...

And you waited...

And waited...

"And we have a winner! Let the poor man up, Hound before you kill him"

A laugh left Aljendro as he spoke...and possibly he was laughing at Soa..or perhaps at you as you both strangled up to your feet huffing and puffing with dirt and mud smearing yous..your green sweater now doubt was going to need be cleaned again...and your white shirt now patched with mud and sticking with dew water and sweat from you both.

"Good try eh?"

"You owe me a drink Hound"

"Apology is given,deal"

And then Alejandro spoke..

"Now,I wonder who would give a go at you now eh Hound?"

"Me"

A harsh British voice spoke out..and you felt your heart sink as you looked up and saw Ghost and Price standing there..they had watched the whole thing...

Fuck..

You then looked at Alejandro who gave out a sorry look and then a shurg.

And then you could just feel Soap give you a sorry look..

Shit.

"OK! Chicos, this time you don't have to stride 10 steps. Just wait till my go."

You nodded before grudgingly looking up at Ghost who utterly stood over you it seemed..towering almost...

And he stared..almost pissed..no..his was pissed..

Fuck..out of everyone here it JUST had to be HIM..

"Enough with the small talk Alejandro. I want to see here what Hound..can really do." The venom seeping into his voice just made the skin on your back twitch slightly as cold sweat stammered your body. You've faced people bigger than Ghost.. possibly stronger. But you've seen what someone his size can do when they where as pissed as he seemed now..

And it seemed as though the venom in his voice wafted into the rest of the group itself as well... but they seemed unmoved..it would make sense given the fact that they had been around eachother most definitely longer than you had.. but the way it smogged itself into your body..the realization of what was about to happen made your legs shake slightly.. feeling like they'd buckle underneath the tactics of Ghosts Stare..his Ocean stared into yours..you saw obvious storms..but then you swore you caught a glimpse of your reflection in them..and then saw a twinge of softening..before they immediately hardened as he stepped back and took position..

And you set into yours. Your legs shaking slightly from the exhaust of the fight before...but then the rush of adrenaline pounding in your ears swept you into a bewildered state of panicked energy.

You had ni clue how'd you get someone like him back into his posture. As of right now he looked like a fucking brick wall..

Well..here goes nothing...

It didn't help with the fact that as soon as you had swept yourself into position your inner monologue was seeping itself into a million thoughts a second..

The same feeling you had gotten when about to face off Soap both times erupted again..

But this time instead of..well.. Soap.. it was like you where up against fucking Satan himself.

Simon was never the one to Crack or spark emotioned during a fight let alone over a sparring match.

But he couldn't help it with Watching you try to look threatening to him of all people.

Yeah,sure the way you looked at how you haven't slept in days added to your intimidation look. But the way your legs trembled slightly made him coo mentally at you...as it made you look...vulnerable..

He eyed your figure as it stood still.. and he peeked past your head at Alejandros... before focusing back onto you...

Just because he seemed to be..making himself closer to you..

Doesn't mean he's going to cut you any slack.

"Go!"

And just like that you had watched him bounce into motion.

Your face crinkled into a fighting motion as you ducked beneath a cocked blow and went to swing one of your own only for Ghost to dodge it like he was fucking Bruce Lee.. and within the period of ducking and Weaving..and then with one swipe of a blow you felt it graze off his masked nose before you cut your left heel backwards and then with a harsh momentum filled kick you felt a slight pride swell inside..

Yes your first blow! Finally!...

All for that to come to screeching halt and come crashing down as you felt your face scrunch up as exhaustion hit and your teeth bare primal like as you saw Simon fucking Riley holding your leg up into the air... the menacing glare he gave you sent cold shivers down your spine as the sweat that trickled down your neck Hairs rose like hackles..

"You can do better than that"

A sneer left Ghost,almost like taunt toward your predicament... with this sight of you.. panting,star struck almost... why he wouldn't mind a Shot of Bourbon right now.

You then came to the realization that he wasn't planning on letting go of your ankle anytime soon... foot..toes..leg.

Sending a Glance to your leg then to the murmuring group as they watched the silence cut through your fight..

It seemed you now had no other choice but to just let your plan fall into motion..

Literally...

You let your standing let now fall from beneath you,sending you into a short and quick free fall..using that momentum you used your flat palms,your fingers pointed inward.. to push yourself up...

The leg Ghost still had gripped twisted in an odd and way and felt a slight throb..

A small price..for a large outcome.

You propelled your loose leg up at Ghost. The leg straight and stiffened as it made contact to his face... and your other leg fell free..

It did its intended purpose...and then some..

Sending you to the ground with a hard thump as he staggered back gripping his nose..

"You got shit kicked in eh amigo?"

Alejandros teasing words danced in the silence as a staggered noise came from Soap and Price just seemed shocked as Ghost lowered his hand from his masked nose.

Red.

When Simon lowered his hand as he couldn't even belive the sight of what he saw..

Glancing at your now staggering to a stance figure he glowered a glare..

He could just feel the copper dancing on his tongue and lips as it dribbled onto the fabric of the mask..he didn't know if to be impressed..or utterly pissed...

But he felt alive...

Sending a snarl through his mouth as he spoke made your pupils dilate and your heart utterly sink at his next words....

"I'm not through with you yet Y/N"

The goosebumps that trickled onto your skin didn't do much to help with the exhaust you felt now as you prepared to give it your all at this beating you felt you had coming. You where sure you broke that fuckers nose.. just by the red that seemed through that mask of his...

And suddenly..

Everything unfolded..

Within a flash you where barely dodging Oncoming Swings at you,your ankle groaning under the pressure you where under as you now where primarily on the defensive. Knowing that if he knocked you once...just once..you where done for..

Some grazed your face,but holy hell did they feel like metal had just full on smacked you and left dents in your bones.. every swing or jab your way felt...invincible...

The velocity of everything that was going on way too much for your ankle to bear...and with one last twisting dodge you felt your breathe hitch....

You tripped.

Hearing the gasp for air that left your lungs sent you sprawling utterly to the ground harshly...

The center of your balance was now nothing as you went down but your legs flicked up and caught Ghost on accident..

Simon was too caught up into what he was doing and swinging and what he was feeling that he didn't even realize that his legs where knocked out from under him by yours as he went down after you...

And falling he did..

Direct ontop of your body..

"GAH!"

"Oof"

The area around yous went silent..not even a peep from the three that where watching as the thud that emitted from you two hitting the ground sounded like it hurt..

And then just as fast as your breath had left it it had returned in gasps only to be hitched again by the sight of Ghosts Eyes..

His glare meeting yours intensely as you both panted for air aggressively and sweat soaked both your bodies..

Simon could just feel your panting against his body..and he could utterly feel his zipper tighten at the sight of you being so ..vulnerable beneath him...the way your body cut the center of his lower half..made his shudder slightly in a sick ecstacy...

"Uhh...ghost. "

And just like that he had snapped out of it aware of who was watching.

Letting out a frustrated growl he almost snapped off your body and with that He was storming away and gone..

Leaving you utterly confused in more ways then one after feeling a certain something press up against you during that short moment.

What the hell just happened?

You watched as Soap waddled awkwardly toward your discarded sweater and picked it up as Price strode back into the house after Ghost. Probably to see the damage from your utterly kicking his shit in..

And then Soap helped you to your feet as Alejnadro and him joked about the fight ..but they went mute into your ears as your stuttered steps in front of them sheepishly into the base.. and with a slight muted mumble of telling the dou that you where ok and a couple of grumbling sentences of coaxing them to let you scrub yourself clean in the the locker room showers given the gave that the bathroom was now being occupied whoever.. and listened as they both agreed on washing your now dirty clothes for you...starting with your poor sweater..

And then you limped in silence toward your room and rushed the door open before nimbly grabbing a different pair of cargo pants..green this time and a black under shirt.. your socks of all things clean and untouched.. but you grabbed a new pair of those and boxers as you made your way to the showers...trying to wrap your head around what the utterly fucking hell just occurred outside...

This is my first official fic writing that I've released,and yes this is probably going to be a continuous one and if you have any requests please do send me or leave em somewhere. :) again enjoy it and do let me know if there is anything you'd like to see me write

Warning:contains: foul language

'Adrenaline High'

-ghost×male reader

Soap winced partially as the heat beat down on him, he could imagine what ghost felt with that damned mask on at the moment with the way the heat was going. Sweltering the entire team to be in a pretty cranked mood, despite soaps attempts to make it any sort of light hearted as they waited for the new recruit to get off the now landing helicopter...

The way the cold air of helicopters wings blew onto you did only so much to reap the hot air of the environment around you from twinning your mood just a bit. Your gear was simple. It was always simple. You always never knew when you'd need to move or run. So you kept it simple with just cargo military pants with knee guards strapped onto your knees,the regulated combat boots, a tight black long sleeved under shirt and a vest with a bullet proof vest sewn into it. As well as a few sheaths on your body that where either hidden in your boots or somewhere on your body that held knives as well two holsters on your hips that also hooked onto your held two pistols and your sniper was strewn on your back by its strap. You felt the helo shutter as it approached the ground and once it got close enough You unhooked yourself and slid off,your head held low as to not catch it on the blades before you where able to stand up fully. The heat of the sweltering sun beat Down on you as you approached the group ahead, your eyes narrowing in on Price. Captain Price. You then shifted your focus to the rest, your eyes barely grazing them,even the one with a mask.. Ghost. You where cut off of your thoughts before they even began when you watched Price begin to approach, his movements loose and almost welcoming, which most definitely mirrored your more so stiff and alerted body language. "So this is the 'Hound' huh? He looks like a pip squeak" Alejandro spoke almost with a small laugh as he smiles like a dog baring his teeth, watching as you and Price walked side by side. Seemingly talking as he motioned to the group and your gaze following. Then.. soap chimed in, "turns out he's been in the game as long as L.t has..and he's known for his utter brutal nature on the battle field.. Pipsqueak my ass.." muttering the last half out loud to himself as the steps of the two now approaching got louder and louder as their boots crumbled on the gravel below them.

Ghost watched, the heat causing him to shudder a breath as he watched the so called 'Hound' step off the helo and walk alongside Price. Listening in on Alejandro's and Soap's conversation causes him to narrow his eyes as he watched the newbie walk. Studying him. And watched as he approached with the same intent of a hard Stare right back at ghost. That was...until he heard what Price said next..

"Alrighty boys, you know em as 'Hound' and that's what'll go by til' they want anything different. They've been caught up to speed and will acting as another hand in this team. We bunker down for the night and then tomorrow morning we set out for the task at hand that's been on in our hands for a bit now. Taking down the cartel running the streets in the nearby villages that's somehow trickling weapons to places they shouldn't be.. Ghost. You and Hound'll be our main horse power tomorrow."

"Fucking hell.."

"Gotta be Fucking shitting me."

The two then stared at eachother as they spoke in unsion at Prices comment. You shot a look at Ghost which earned a small glare from him as the atmosphere around you two visibly became strained..

This is going to be one hell of a ride.....

'Pompeii ' pt3

Warnings: mentions of ptsd,war, and angst

Yeah, so just like the konig one, this is only to get one more part due to the fact that I wanted this to be a more so bitter sweet and cut to the chase type fic. But don't worry the longer ones are on their way

The blinding lights that seemed like the heavens gates opened up and beamed down onto your eye, utterly filling it with blurred circles and twos of everything. And then a snarl erupted from your lips at the blurred faces above you as you lunged upward with an impeccable view of the adrenaline swimming through you to fight at whoever was blurred in your vision until a harsh grip held your shoulders and utterly pinned you still back down against the beds groaning metal frame and mattress that seemed to drowning you. Everything burned. Everything rang. Everything was buzzing.

You were..

Alive?

Your focus then snapped back into reality, almost like a whiplash, and then everything went...quiet. So utterly quiet...the calm before a storm it seemed.

And then you saw a pair of blue eyes boring down into your own.

"Simon?"

It's been months and months of hunting down the rest of the cartel. And months and months more of rehabilitation due to your undying stubborness to stick with 141 even with a knurled face and one eye. And Ghost...no.. Simon was there every step of the way. You made it out of there barely alive, and they said, with a broken rib and almost a snapped spine... lucky they said. Lucky. But..it didn't take away your ability to shoot.. or even utterly be even perhaps a better soldier It seemed. Gave you an edge. And made you like a rapid dog with the wrong things.

And that just happened.

Price was smoking a cigar and got too close to you and then your blind spot, and once the smell hit you..

All you saw was the room filled with dirt and the smell of blood as you recoiled and swung yourself frantically in pain in the chair. Your vocal cords raw and pain stricken your eye tumbled to the floor and all you felt was excruciating pain and your face was pinned..and the smell of Burning flesh filled your nostrils as a cigar was all that was your other eye saw before it snapped shut as you reared around mad with pain..

it was too late for Simon, who was sitting right next to the two of you... and he watched as your pupil dilated and your scarred side of your face that now reveled quite the sight of some of your side teeth, including your lower jaw and upper,canines,gums,and tongue as well, and traveled up to the now empty and healed hole of an eye socket... roll into a snarl, more so your teeth baring as you twisted at Price and the white of your eye showed pure utter horror as strangled noise came out of you. Followed by a noise of a stool clattering the floor, Price yelling and the noise of a loud thud. You had whammed him right in his face, and Simon had almost ran out of his chair while the others checked on Price, and you practically reared out of your chair, panting harshly as you hit the tiled floor with a thud and Backed up like a spooked animal would frantically against the drawers of the kitchen. Your eyes were wide and horrored as you realized what you had just done. And then you saw the look in Prices' eyes change from being practically gobsmacked to a soft sorry look as he realized what had just happened.

Tears pricked your eyes as the images just utterly fluttered through your skull, and all you saw was Ghost veer into your vision.

And then he looked over his shoulder before snapping back to you as you spoke,

"Fuck! Price I'm sorry....I'm so sorry"

And then Price, as he was getting up, spoke, as he left the room, practically and evidently going to the infirmary to get it checked out with the knowledge that you had drawn blood,

"Easy kid, you didn't. There's nothing wrong, I should've known to stay away from ya on that side let alone with a cigar."

And with that He was gone.

And so was everyone else.

Just you and Simon.

And then, you felt yourself unable to even breathe, and as a harsh pant filled you lungs with gasps, a harsh hand gripped your chin to look him in his eyes. Your eye wincing as it struggled to focus on just one eye or let alone anything else in the room.

"Easy there, hey,Hey! Just look at me. I know you can still see my eyes through the mask. Focus there. You're fine. Your ok. I got you now. I got you."

And with a choked sound, you utterly just hugged the man, and you both sat there as you cried into his shoulder, and your breath returned..and you two sat there long after you had stopped crying, with you sniffling and him just sitting there holding you as he lowly whispered small words of encouragement and kindness? All you felt was the rumble of his chest as he spoke..his breath..his heartbeat

And slowly, by the steady and strong beat of the man that held you, you had been lulled to sleep.. and you found yourself with the best sleep you've had for months after the incident.

'Blood is the Color of Our Lives(And the Color of Our Blood)' pt3.

AHHHH FINAL PART OF THIS FIC, as said before twice, this was not going to be a long series fic like 'Adrenaline High'. This one was just supposed to be a quick one-shot type nice little spice of life fic. Enjoy the last Fic before the end of the year, everyone.

Enjoy and have a happy new year :)

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff :)

To say the least of König utterly wavering on the chair next to your bedside was an understandable understatement. He was utterly worried, partially sorrowful, and at the least part. Having only known you for giving or taking two days. He felt as though he'd known you forever. And now, here he sat, like a worried bird fluttering over you, hovering over the doctors. And now he pleaded for your still figure to awaken. Just for him to catch a glimpse of your E/c Orbs, to see the light utterly flick off of them like a sunset. Three days have passed. Three days of the head trauma you've suffered from the fall had caught you in a mid drift of coma and not a coma. And now here he was, standing up, his legs feeling wobbly, numb,and utterly weak from the denial of his own care and needs to watch over you with worry. And now here he was, quite literally staggering to the door to question another nurse to come in and check on you out of his own worrying and overbearing nature. And just as he went to reach for sullen doorknob..he heard a voice.. mumbling and quite silent... Your voice.. "König?" ... And then,he turned to see your figure sitting upright and still quivering from the mere strength it even took of energy to life yourself up, let alone you holding yourself up at the moment.

And you watched as he soon abandoned the doorway and seemed to cover the room's floor in just one singular stride. And now here he was, standing over your sitting up figure, and without warning, you just pulled him down and almost sent him toppling into you as now you held him into a tight hug. He stiffened beforehand, relaxing and catching his Bearings. And held you quietly back. As of right now, you were at peace of just holding him, and he seemed jist as well, but his legs said other wise as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. And you noticed. "Take your boots off, come on König." He jumped at your words that rumbled against his waist area as you spoke. And with a swift nod, he kicked off his boots and stared at you with an awkward look before he watched you attempt to try and lay down only to wince. Which caused him to act almost immediately. Like the flash and in a flick of a motion he had hoisted you up like a rag doll and slid beneath your now startled figure and gently placed you on his figure. The clothes he wore weren't his military gear, more just cargo sweats and a white t-shirt. Basically, what he was able to grab first before racing here to see you after he found out they had got you stabilized. And he was comfortable, and so where the arms he gently wrapped around your figure, which was wearing the usual loose fitting white t-shirt and navy sweats the Med bay had on hand to change soldiers just like yourself who came in needing serious attention and care. And soon, with his head resting gently on the side of yours,his lower face and chin resting on your shoulder,you felt his breathing slow and listened as he dozed off into much needed rest. Within a few more moments of listening to his slowed heartbeat and his breathing, you,yourself, were lulled to sleep...utter bliss of a full sleep.

You both may be hand soaked with Red, and your lives drowning in it, But you both bleed Red.

Blissful Red.

Red is the Color of Our lives (and Red is the Color of Our Blood) pt1.

Heyyy I took a little break for a couple of days, and HEYYY MY BIRTHDAY WAS YESTERDAY YEAHHHH

ANYHOW-

I hope everyone's having a good day and enjoys this entrance to our little story (this one's gonna be probably a 1-4 part series, maybe longer or maybe shorter

Warnings: foul language and mentions of blood

You've never been much of a fighter as a kid. You got your way to the military and to where you were now, all on your lonesome.

Having been in 141, grouped In after your first four years of service by Laswell and Price themselves. You wanted to be a medic, but you soon found that a sniper fit in your hands better.

And yet here you were, 3 years later, striking your feet harshly on the tread mill in the gym room as you sprinted forward,huffing and puffing as sweat slicked your body. And there stood Ghost timing and pulling you through this already hour long "light cardio" as he called it of sprints. And then, with one loud clap and a whitlse followed by Soaps voice breaking through the little bubble you and Ghost had built at the moment..."DAMN LOOKING GOOD Y/N" and then, with a nod from Simon,you began to slow before grabbing the sides of the treadmill to help your body slow to a jog,then a brisk pace before a stop.

Turning over your shoulder with a heavy breath, you watched soap motion you two to walk over. The Swedish man stood at the entrance of the workout facility, not moving, only watching us with a shit eating grin crossing his face. Before you and Ghost had walked side by side toward him, you were only a measly 5'9 "compared to these two. But, with their height, you make up for speed. And then, as soon as you stopped, giving Soap a wave before he spoke.

"Alrighty boys, we got a new member joining us today. He's been updated on missions and has proved to be a good addition to the team. He's already been introduced to everyone else, but you two. König. If you would step out of the dark please?"

And with a step to the side, an utterly massive mountain of a man steppes out of the dark, his head ducking beneath the door Frame as he stood over you three. And you watched him. Before your gaze snapped over to Soap as he spoke, both and you Ghost somehow simultaneously crossing your arms as you listened.

"This is Ghost, one of our main powerhouses to the team, big ol toughy eh? And this here is our sniper, Y/N, sneaky bastard. Well, I'll let you tow get back to it-"

"We just finished,actually."

Simon's voice sounded rougher, harsher. He was distant with even mentioning Konigs massive structure.

And then he stormed off.

"Exscuse him Kõnig, he's just grumpy today. But, welcome to 141." And then he watched his gaze lock to yours. And you found his green eyes entrancing, sharp, like a double-edged sword.

You then watched as he quickly tore his gaze from yours before you excused yourself and went on auto-pilot as you rushed into the main quarters and then into your room and grabbed something from the bag next to your cot. Yes, you did laundry daily,and yes, you took the time every day to repack everything in your pack. But, it was a habit, especially after living your life out of a pack and always being on the move, a thing trained to always be ready to be on the go, to need to move from place to place. And you knew you had to quickly shower and get your clothes washed due to the mission tomorrow morning that hung over your shoulder. All you had to do was scope and snipe out coverage if needed and take out people when needed while the boys went in and extracted the info needed and destroying the base, courtesy of Laswell and her best of the best bomb makers designing little things that go" boom".

In your hands were sweats,socks,boxers, and a plain sweater. Your boots now kicked next to your cot as you practically ran to the bathroom. And welcomed yourself to the cold air before encouragingly entering the warm shower, and you almost scrubbed your skin raw. Knowing that this could be the last shower you take in God only knows how long due to the mission length unknown if anything were to go wrong.

And just as you seemed to have gotten in, you were getting out and drying yourself off and shoving on your clothes to ignore the redness of your skin and out you went,almost slamming the door behind you..

Watching the laundry washer go on and on in a circular motion as you heard boots click in the quiet area and up your head shot up before you locked gaze with König. And this time, he looked just the same amount of towering out of his gear just as he would with it on. And at the moment, he is sporting his boots,sweats and a loose t-shirt.

And then, without a single word, he left the room. Huh, nervous? Perhaps anxiety. Shrugging you then heard the sound cry out from the washer before you opened it and threw the clothes into the dryer and sat back down watching it turn..and turn..and turn....

Before you knew it, you were being nudged awake by someone only for your eyes to snap open and you instincts to snap awake as you kicked your legs out and tackled the figure in front of you and hearing them land underneath you with an 'ooff' only for the motion detection lights to flicker alive only to reveal you had slammed poor König underneath you. And you became self-aware of where your hips were. Quickly scampering off of him, you apologized profusely as you helped him to you feet only to be silenced by a light German thick accent breaking through from underneath his mask.

"Ah, no worries. I'm quite surprised at how someone so small can pack quite the punch! But I walked past the barrack area and your door was open and you weren't there so, I came back here to find you sleeping."

Face warming up, you laughed to yourself before thanking him as you took your outfit from earlier out of the dryer and folded the clothes only to find him standing there waiting?

As if he read you like a book, he suddenly broke into words, sporadically speaking swiftly.

Oh- sorry. I was just gonna walk you to your room- if you'd be okay with it?"

You watched him fiddle with his fingers nervously like a child would when caught in with their hand in the cookie jar.

"You can walk me to my room König"

And with that, He seemed to lighten up, and in silence, you two had made your ways to your room, and with that, He abided you a good night and left you to your own devises. And with huff, you made sure your pack was all set and you put the clothes needed for tomorrow on the floor next to the cot as you set an early 4am alarm before lying beneath to small blankets covering you now, savoring them and drifted off the rest before the hell waiting for tomorrow as the image of green eyes drifted into thoughts of sleep....