'Pompeii ' Pt3

'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.

Im literally sobbing right now, like I'm literally crying as Tumblr just glitched and just deleted a whole two days' worth (32 hours to be exact) of me writing out drafts and getting the ones for this fict in progress to be posted tomorrow and tonight. Great. Awsome. Everything is just Awesome.

'Adrenaline high' pt2

Reason why it took so long for this part to come out(I planned on having this out yesterday)was due to the fact that mid writing this my Tumblr crashed and when I opened the app again my draft had been deleted so i had to rewrite it all again.

But I hope you all are having an amazing day and are taking care of yourselves and have eaten or drank something today and if not please go do that now. And above all please enjoy part 2 :)

Warning: foul language, gun fire,and mentions of blood

There's a ton of things in life you'd confidentially say that you've done in life or can live with or have checked off the little list of life.

But being fully ass deep in a swamp with Simon Fucking Riley would not be one of them on your list.

Your body was crouched low as the hindering feeling of thick mud water swarmed at you upper thigh,cutting off just below your ass,which you where utterly most thankful as you did not even want to start thinking above the kinds of things that where in this water at the moment as you trampled through it. Your gun laid heavy in your hand as your muscles twitched at every little sound and noise on reflex,your fingers grazing the trigger as you marched behind the silent Ghost. The crickets swarmed like a buzzing to your ears and to the area around you,which in any case blocked out any silence that would have been between you and the hulking figure in front of you. And to be frank,you'd take the silence any day of the week over the constant and guttural egging of the chips coming from all around. And then you listened as a crackle came alive in your ear piece and a voice boomed through it.. Prices voice to exact. It was stern and straight to the point. Good. The quicker they got this done,the quicker they can get out of this forsaken fucking place.

"Remember boys,In and out. Get the hard drive and then get to the rendezvous point where a helo will be waiting for pick up."

And then a click sounded and then nothing..leaving you both back into the utter feeling of awkwardness as the crickets around you seemed even louder,like a taunt this time.

"Once we get to the point we'll split,you'll be acting as outside watch and I'll be in and out. Understand?" His gaze met yours almost lazily as a nod came from you as you then continued on,now next to him as you both approached the ledge that showed to be the way out of the swamped area.

Once you both where able to get out of the swamps murky water you set off Once more,hiding in the brush and weaving like lions toward its prey would,and then you both stopped Once reaching the gates..the ware house looked empty..too empty,shooting a look to the other man he nodded and off he went,and like clock work you both went your separate ways and out of eachothers sight. Crouching low into the grass you watched the building as your layed down onto your stomach and your muscles locked into position like pistons just waiting to explode as you settled into place,keeping track of the time as it went...and watching it..and waiting through the scope of your sniper rifle..

You glanced down to check your watch after what seemed to be forever and your brows crinkled in confusion at the time it read,10 minutes have passed..? Then where the hell was?

Not wasting time to finish the thought you clambered to your feet and made quick work on the couple feet ahead of you as you approached the side Ghost had taken off to,and found a window slanted open.. hoisting your gun over your back you lifted yourself up and into the cracked window and onto the wooden and dusty floor your boots went, creating a muffled sound as you winced at it. Someone definitely heard it. You reached for your earpiece to try and Connect to Rileys channel a sickening sound caused you to freeze, a loud smashing sound and then a Grunt followed by a thud. And just like that you where moving with a blade in your hands tracking the area in which the commotion had came from. And then in the door way sickeningly lit by the moon you stared at a knocked unconscious ghost with a small puddle of blood was forming as well as a smashed board of wood that layed a couple inches front Ghosts head. And then your eyes locked on the other hulking figure that was crouched over Simon's body..and a glint caught you eyes. And just like a Piston you exploded in action.

Leaping onto the man you grabbed his shoulders and used the momentum of your jump to yank him with you to the left and sending you both to the hard wooden floor, once your spine even grazed the ground you used you knee to send a quick kick his open legs and then kicked him away with your other leg,your blade sinking into his throat as you shoved him away sprawling to the ground with a harsh thud a few inches from you,scrambling you rolled into a crouch above Simon's unconscious body,your body shaking from adrenaline as you pushed the large man onto his back and off his stomach and frantically searching for a pulse and found relief into finding one..and then before you knew your hands where already flying to a capsul on your belt and out came a needle,flicking it sharp edge you shot Ghost a sorry look before slamming it harshly into his right arm and injected it,and just as soon as the needle left his arm and was thrown somewhere,a harsh force shot you into the ground gasping for air as a grip around your throat formed..and just as soon as it had happened,it was gone. And there in front of you was a bewildered looking Ghost,whose chest was heaving and a hand was cradling a wound on his Rib..blood. And then in his other hand in a vice grip remained a hard drive..no..multiple In a baggy. And a apologetic look crossed his face,but before a single word could escape either of your mouths shooting and sounds of many people stomping you way caused both your heads snapped at the commotion that sounded a bit to close from comfort from the doorway... "Fuck,Do you think you can stand?" With a nod he got to his feet and almost as though he wasn't bleeding out he watched you scrambled to your feet as your pulled out a pistol from its holster that lay at your hip..

The sound was getting closer and from the looks of it,Simon looked as though he was going to pass out any second. And with a single fleeting moment you grabbed a chair with one hand and whipped it toward the only window in the room and watched it utterly crumble at the chairs impact..

Oh who knew a mission like this could have gone so horrible fucking wrong...

After moments of clambering and gun fire you both found yourself scrambling through the thicket of the wooded swamp area around you,or well you as you where now supporting Ghosts limping figure as he stumbled with your hurried stride. You where almost dragging him at this point as red filled his grip on his side and that urged the adrenaline in your body to be able to even hold his huge body up at this point. And then as you turned and fired another shot a clicking sound made your heart drop..out of bullets in the only gun that was able to be grabbed at the moment and you where not about to ask a now passing out Simon riley to grab your gun at your other hip. Tossing the gun somewhere you kept running not even daring a glance back as gun fire rained upon you two as you ran.

Breaking out into the opening you watched as a helo landed a couple of feet ahead of you two and out came Alejandro and soap who where both racing toward you two with guns firing past yous like hell was on their asses. Which opened a second for you to let a twinge of relief release itself into your body for a split moment.

Not even giving a second to talk they grabbed the now almost limp ghost off your aching shoulder as you ran behind them and into the helo. The adrenaline still pounding in your ears by the time they had ghost secured and stopped the bleeding had vanished and your shoulder ached heavily as you sat and felt a pounding feeling in your head swarm. It was only then when soap had stopped to try and talk to you..key word..try.

Anything that had came out his mouth was muffled out by the high pitch ringing in your ears..and then you felt it,the utter pain that was exploding into your shoulder like a heart beat..you lurched forward to steady yourself as a harsh breath came from your lungs..and your hand shot up to you shoulder only to feel something wet and warm,causing you to quickly retract your hand as your vision blurred...red?.. you looked up to soap only to find him yelling incoherent words to Alejandro as you felt your self and any conscious you where clinging to utterly crumble and fade to black as you felt yourself hit the cold ground of the helo with a harsh thud with the last sight before everything going black was a hand belonging to someone reaching out toward you as everything went sickeningly black...

After many moments of darkness and quiet you felt your body fly awake and then the next thing you awoke to with a sickening gasp as you snapped awake was a fucking skeleton mask...his mask...just a couple inches from your face....

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt4.

Heyyyyyy, I hope everyone is having an amazing day. Also, there will be changing perspectives here and mentions of horse riding. Keep in mind that I don't have a lot of info on the military and how they do things, but I know for a fact that they have mount units so we're gonna get that and also a look into your past as y/n in this story. :) Enjoy

🤠 cowboy y/n yall yee fucking haw (I also work as a ranch in the summer at my uncles ranch I do have 3 horses that I own so I have background info on things)

Warnings:foul language, fire, mentions of death of animals, and trauma as a child. As well as slight nsfw. 👹👍

Pitted bitterly as you walked.. no stormed, out of the training area you face reddened and hot. You didn't like how every time he touched you today, you got nervous..butterflies..and everytime his gaze cut through you.. you felt..alive. You felt as though his mere touch had burned you, and it was to the point that it was uncomfortably itchy. Like the skin itself was burning. Grouching a breath you released from your lungs, almost like a snarl. You had felt flames on your skin. Merely grazing your flesh. And it hit too close to comfort. Breathing in heavily, you then shuffled your steps to stilled position. Before glancing around and mapping the area around you. And then your gaze flicked to the signs on the walls that assisted privates to their areas. Stables?

Your bare feet snapped against the dry cold ground, stamping shrubbery and sticking down against the rocks gravel that cut your bare padding on your feet. Your hands feebly held multiple reigns to multiple horses as they plundered forward blindly, being guided by you in the dark as your father shouted words at you. Guiding you and the animals blindly away from the flames that licked your heels and seared your flesh and hides like a tease.

And once you had clambered up the hill side with these powerful mounts behind you...to safety, you turned, and all you saw was Fire. Buring your barn to the ground... and you smelt it..the coursing of the wood to ash, the hay bales billowing smoke out into the world around it... in slow motion, like a movie played in slow motion, it went.. and so did your reality until your ears winced at a shrill whinny that reared of pain and agony...fear...

Oh no...

You turned to your father only to have him shove more ropes holding steeds in your hands before he had plundered down the hill like something feirce..and into the flames... your uncle shouting at him and holding back your six giant drafts from plundering into the dark...

And all you could do was scream your fathers name as he disappeared behind the smoke and flame... and waited and waited... until the flames had died thickly.. and left you and your uncle in tears. You had lost your mother to sickness. And now here you were. Standing at his funeral as the summer day blew peacefully. He had gone back for his wife's horse. Your mother's horse. The last thing you had of her. A pretty white Dutch harness horse, bold and bright was the mare..like your mother...and now here you were at your fathers funeral in his futile attempt to save you mother.. it was said by your uncle that the two were found together in the mares stall, him holding her in a futile posture.. holding her in a hug like stand around the neck, and her with her body on the ground with her head in his arms..

The smell of horse and hay welcomed you like a bitter breath as the air around you blew into a smoky white, dancing amongst the air like a ghost would. The cold chasing the fire, he had ignited into you away for the time beinv.And then you locked eyes with Laswell herself..

And she approached your stunned figure like a deer in headlights, and she spoke..as you stood there like a babe caught doing something it wasn't supposed to. Embarrassed.

"Ah, long face soldier, at ease. I see you've come back to your roots, cowboy?"

A nickname she knocked onto you Like a billowing stallion. Once she had reached your files past and read it, you got the name. And every time she gave it to you,you felt like a child again. And you hated that. But loved..craved it at the same time.

"Yes ma'am."

"Drop the formalities here. We both came back to a place of safety and familiarity. Something that reminds us of home cowboy. Now, since you're here, do you perhaps remember how to ride?"

"I learned how to ride long before I've walked Ma'am."

"Good, come. Let's find us two mounts and saddles and hit the field. I think it'd do us some good."

And so, you went, tracing the stables like a kid in the candy store, your eyes peering and pursing at the horses around you as Laswell tried to find one to her liking as you did as well. Wanting to be reminded of home...

König grumbled as he stared at your retreating figure. Finding himself doe eyed at your outburst but pleased at how he prodded you to snap it open like a book. Seeping himself into what your thoughts were like worm. And for that split moment, he had done it. He had seen into you like a glass window with no curtains. The way your face scrunched up as you bared your teeth down at him, a rapid dog. Fitting for the Hounds of Laswells squadron unit. You hadn't broken his nose, just bloodied it, and knocked the wind out of his mountainous lungs, and had yelled in his face... with those damned y/c eyes. They seemed to just utterly shatter anything he had of a defense of his own being. And he didn't like that. The way they crawled his skin like a snake.

Poised and ready to strike.

He then, instead of making his way to infirmary, went to the bathroom. And yanked off his mask. His face reddened and seemingly bristled like he had been knocked out. And he had almost been. His nose reddened and dried with blood..the bleeding had stopped. Taking a piece of toilet paper into his hand, he roughly switched on the faucet and dabbed the scrunched up toilet paper with the water before limply wiping his face. Once done, he had thrown the bloody "rag" into the toilet and flushed. Before yanking his mask back on and storming outside to the track. Needing to find any relief to the tension, he still felt that frustrated him, gripping a sweater of his with him with a rough toss of his shoulders. And a slip of his arms it was on...and so was the cold that nipped his face as he made his way up to the track, noticing Soap and Ghost where up there just due to their outlines and head shapes... even from a distance he can tell.. A dynamic duo..

You had situated your eyes on a big black stallion. Who gave a small blow of his nose at you. Dutch harness horse. Approaching him slowly, you then shifted your knuckle to his tender nose and let him sniff, letting him tickle your skin with his breath. Humming in satisfaction, you then brought your hand up to the front of his face, the bride of his nose gently before giving it a light pat. His eyes, deep and loosened, a gentle giant. He then snorted before his ears swiveled forward toward you and then to something behind you. Noticing the change of ear movement, you then heard hoof clops..and then Laswells voice, turning you found her with a thoroughbred bay tacked up and ready to ride.

"Meet you out there, cowboy. Also, his name is Angus."

And with that, she had left you to your thoughts and mere presence with this horse. "Angus Huh? Well, you sure fit the size, boy." You then glanced around before spotting a wall of tack. And names that belonged to the fitted tack. Walking over, feeling the horses eyes follow you, you searched for his name before finding his saddle. Western. And then his bridle and toughened leather reigns so that they didn't drag on the cobble smooth ground. Grabbing them, you then approached the stall wall and tossed the saddle over the side, and let it rest there before evidently keeping the bridle in his gaze before slipping the cold heavy bit into his mouth and watched him relax into your request of him allowing you to slip the rest of the bridle up his head and behind his ears and allowed you to Thighten the straps onto his face snugly but comfortably. You then opened the stall door before slipping into the stall with the horse. Grabbing the saddle pad with a quick motion, you had placed it onto the groove of his back before his shoulder blades and not passing your three finger spacing of the saddle away from his strong shoulders and evidently good withers. Then came the saddle into your hands like old lovers, tenderly and gentle to you. Hoisting it onto Angus's back, you then situated it and tightened the girth of it on his stomach before double checking everything and then opening the stall door and grabbing the reigns and leading this battle horse out of his stall. His ears are ready and altert.. and it seemed it was only you and Laswell that were out here. Moments of peace for you two are not common with your tanking of field in professions.

Shutting the stall door behind you two, you then placed the reigns over his head and gently onto the saddle horn before holding him steady and then placing your foot into the stirrup. And then pulled yourself up and onto his back, gently placing your weight into his back to let him get a feel for you. You then situated your other foot into the other stirrup before taking the reigns into your hands and urging the stallion into a canter to the paddocked field that was, upon the sunlight glaring your eyes, gated as soon as you stepped out of the stable and evidently huge and lengthy. Enough room to well enough ride even the most profound race horses of the day to top speed and limits in one go.

König had approached the track to get a workout in, only to see Ghost and Soap Gaucking of the fence at something, following their gaze to down below, he had found them staring at the paddock for the mount unit. Pursing his lips, he strode over before making himself known, though he knew the two had already known he was there with their trained senses.

"What's are you both looking at?"

His accent strong and thick, and cutting through their murmuring, Ghosts gaze glanced at König before he nudged Soap, as he went back to watching the thing that was happening down below in the paddocks. Soaps voice,snapping Königs observation from Ghosts face to Soaps now moving one.

"Just watching Laswell ride. And a certain special team captain. Never knew that they knew to ride."

"Especially like that,nothing about having a background that involved riding was mentioned in profile briefings."

Ghosts voice pulled a look from the mountain of man as he glanced back down, this time his body shifting to face the paddock themselves and leaning against the fence he watched. Yes, there were two riders, but.. oh..

Oh..

Your hands held deeply into the mane of the now galloping but not sprinting horse below you, Laswell yelling something to you as her horse fell behind the massive strides of the mount beneath you,your quads pressing lightly into his sides and this was the speed he was giving you. Thunderous and daring.

Your one hand found itself patting his neck before restoring itself to the reigns that held his head. You had made a bet with Laswell, one lap around the whole paddock. A race. The first one to win owed the other a free smoke after this.

And well... not even at the first turn, and you had high hopes for her to beat you two.But the minute you had rugged an urged from Angus. And he had lunges forward, ears pinned forward and body lunging you had to hold at his thick neck for a moment before finding his mane with the reigns. The wind snapped the air from your lungs, and your face was beautifully, and your hair tossed around in the wind with the stallions mane that blew into your gaze like grass of the world that tore up beneath his hooves.

Konig found himself watching intently..almost too intently. Watching your body move in such sync with such a powerful animal. Amazed him. He has tried horse riding twice. Both he had found himself utterly over powered by the sheer strength the horses here gave. But...then again,...most backgrounds in the profiles had been backed out during briefings. But not his. And not yours.. well, for the file he had been given about you... he had read your background. Country grown and then sprung out into the world like a thrashing steed that you now rode upon. He read that you had climbed the ranks fast with your wits upon you, and the fact that you were a soldier...and a damn good one at that. And now here you were... riding seemingly strides in front of your superior on a horse that towers over you in strength and speed.. and he then watched you lean forward.. and watched as your quads evidently tightened at how you know held yourself into the saddle, your arms moving vastly with the horses head as it surged forward like a damn tank. A whistle sounded in his ear as he glanced down at Soap as he laughed before speaking, " Wouldn't wanna be caught ensared in those legs, they'd bloody snap a neck if needed, look at em just easily holding a beast like that." He felt something stir in him that made him bristle..not rage...not disturbance... jealously... he was feeling..jealous?

You felt the ground beneath you tremble as you both strode away with an ease much like a breath away from Laswelll and the througbred she rode. You now knew why such a strong looking thoroughbred wasn't on the race tracks. After zipping the second turn and making your way hallway through it, you then found yourself giving the horse his head, moving your arms with him swiftly and your body leaning forward and low. Your legs tighten against the saddle and his sides as you urged forward roughly and in response he had lunged forward and unleashed a speed that burned your face with stinging air and numbed it, a speed of such a mass of power that could have torn your arms clean out of their sockets if you dared to try and halter , hearing a loud whoop and something fumbled into the wind from Laswell you smiled to yourself as you both rounded the last corner before crossing the last corner...you had won.

Letting out a loud victory, whoop you then patted the stallions neck whilst trying to pull him into a slowed canter..and you did so with an evident grit of your teeth as you slowed the power house of an horse down to a slowed canter before he reared in decimated defiance or perhaps he too had felt victory. You cringed close to the horse own rearing body before he lowered himself back on all four hooves. Leaning his head down, he huffed before you laughed at him. Patting his upper neck, you then turned to look at Laswell, hair tossed and unkempt from the wind as she trotted up next to you and Angus.

"Well, I guess I owe you a smoke cowboy."

And as if on cue, she slid a cigarette pack out her pocket and tosses it to you. Grabbing it with a hand, you then slid the reigns onto the saddle horn, slipping two out and a lighter tucked into the plastic surrounding it before stuffing the rest into your back pocket you then handed her one before lighting one and then offering her a light, one that she thankfully took.

Inhaling the bitter breath of the first drag, you then looked out to the sky, clear..and the sun setting.... And then you felt that feeling again. Serena.

"I know you miss her, I do too already. And I'm sorry, I know you'll hate me now, maybe forever, for not letting you go, but your team needs you. And so does this operative mission."

"I know Laswell. That's why it hurts. Because I know I can't mourn. Not until I'm in my grave. Maybe then I'll be able to mourn. Perhaps not. Probably not. "

"Ain't that the fucking truth."

In silence, you both worked the horses out with a slow, cool down walk back to the stables as you spoke. Sharing bitter things of the past and a smoke. Simple things like that can change many things.

Huffing you put your smoke out with your dog tag, avoiding serenas as you did..like a hooligan before stuffing it in a place of your pants that'll be probably lost..

Dismounting,you then went your separate ways. She briskly thanked you for your time and cleaned and brushed her horse and tack up..and before she went to leave, she approached your still figure as it seemed to be in sync of a conversation to the horse with praise..

"You know, Angus's main rider and soldier assigned to him was killed a few weeks ago by a sniper, right on His back. I'm sure he'd love for someone to connect with. And I'm sure we'll both be here for a while Cowboy. He's all yours."

Nodding and a quick thanks you hid the excitement that now hid the grief that had pitted itself in your stomach through a crooked smile as you patted the stallion and grabbed his stall birdle and halter before slid the riding one off, the bit slipping right out of his loose and relaxed mouth before he shook his head and snorted and stood perfectly still as you slipped on his other one and clipped the lead onto it before tying him loosely to a post inside the stable and undid his girth and took of his saddle and then his saddle pad, putting them back to where they belonged you then went to work with rubbing his joints out and muscles loose, before scrubbing his coat and brushing it out to where it shined. Satisfied with your work you then took it upon yourself to make sure he had fresh water and feed...well...he was Yours...now..

Yours.. it's been..awhile since something had been..yours.

Leading him into his stall, which he went into with no issue, you then slipped off his halter and lead and hung them up on the hook next to his stall door. And bid him a good night before sliding the stable doors shut and glanced at him one last time before you took yourself back to the main base.. and back to the main hall... until a rough hand gripped your forearm and yanked into the darkness of an unlit room..not out of place for sleepy privates or soldiers otherwise...

Going to let out a yell, you felt a hand clamp down on your mouth mufflung it as the door was kicked shut..hearing the door Scruff against boots..

And shut you in complete dark.

And a sudden release of you,sent you stumblung forward for staggering on your heel to turn around in the dark..only for the sudden turning on of a light blinded you, sending your face to scrunch up at the sudden blinding.

And then a glare exceeded your face as you realized who had gripped you into the darkness. That damned snipers blanckava with bleach stained tears bore down into you with his damned eyes.. feeling that feeling you had felt earlier from him arise, sent your body buzzing with a hushed whisper of a border of an angered front bear itself up to hide the butterflies in your stomach..

"What do you want König?"

Your eyes narrowed at him as he then tilted his head to the side...like a fucking snake.. before he then approached, slowly. Like a hunter to an injured animal. And you sure as hell felt like a cornered beast as he advanced to the point you now were stuck up against the door.

"Well, for starters, I did not know you could ride like that..."

His face crept dangerously close to you before, then he watched you try to Avert your face and gaze away from his mask and peering eyes. Pursing his lips, he let out a grumble and rolled his eyes...

And his large roughened had found itself gripping your chin and lower face and forcing your head with enough force you swore you heard it Crack and your body startle from whip lash..

" Tsk tsk mein Schatz, I heard something from the Sargeant that caught my ears."

Cooing at you as your eyes furrowed until he leaned down close to your ears, his breath tickling them as he held your face still.. and you realized the mirror faced you both..... and you saw that he wanted you to see you reactions....

Gritting your teeth, that you knew he evidently saw or heard from your half exposed mouth... as you spoke..

"What is it that you heard coming from someone's ears whose not even in my regime nor task team König?"

Spitting the words out, you felt the butterflies in you worsen as he was enjoying this..like a game of cat and mouse...

"Well-"

Cutting himself off, he then pulled his face away from your ears to now being in front of you now, his eyes boring down into yours.. now blocking the mirror...his eyes now forcing themselves to be your mirror..

"I heard him see something about not wanting to be caught between those strong thighs of yours. Now it's had me wondering Maus.. on just what he was implying hm?"

And you felt your eyes widen, and you watched them go doe like in his reflection... and you shuddered at his eyes dragged themselves upon your figure.

"You mother fucke-"

"Hm.. I think that language is not needed in this moment, now is it..Cowboy."

The nickname chilled you..how did? No. It's not time for that.. thinking but not thinking you blurted out two simple words...without thinking..

"Fuck you.."

His face seemingly shifted as he smirked before using his free hand to pull off his snipers blanckava. Revealing a sharp jawline with a dark stubble and brown hair so dark that it could be mistaken as black that was short and poofed..like a growing out buzzcut that was freshly shaven two months ago.. his hand that now held your face had its thumb up against your bottom lip. His crocodile like eyes, now hidden by his blown up pupils.

"Wouldn't I love to take you up on that offer Leibe."

Your face then went red. And you knew that he knew it was..saw it was red now due to the look that crossed his face.

"Now If i did that, you'd be in tears."

Your face then narrowed at him as your gaze sharpened at his. You felt yourself practically drag your eyes up and down his figure that bowed over you and leaned against the wall with one hand,the other still holding your face still in his gaze.

"Prove it then," tilting your head to the side only to be pulled roughly back to being straight and still from his grip that now was harsher than before. His gaze now sharpened, breathe ragged...

"Are you sure?" His voice raspy and quiet this time. It's almost like a tender prayer to your words. Afraid of what was to come next. Fragile..like Glass he became in his expression as he awaited your awnser painstakingly..

"Yes."

Confirmation to his prayers like the divine themselves you saw his expression slip into a tender but smug smirk before he studied your face for any hesitancy. Even for an asshole.. a giant among men.. he cared. Rolling your eyes at his waiting, still body, you then used your two free hands to pull him forward and initiate the kiss. His body startled..he startled..before he leaned into hungrily. His hand released your face before both of his rough hands found themselves gripping your sides before trailing down your ribs that fluttered against his touch..until he reached your hips.. and hoisted you up into the air with ease. And your legs found themselves around his sides, resting at his upper hip area comfortably. And with a gasp, he broke the kiss...and before a full breath found its way into your lungs, you then were sucked back into the whirlpool of feral emotions you both felt at the moment.

And then you felt him walking due to the sway motion you felt against his hips moving in rhythm. And then you felt something hard touch your rear before he let you go, his hands finding themselves on either side of your now still figure as he broke the kiss as he studied your face with such a tender look. He had placed you onto the desk that every barrack room came with. But he had..two.. this one you noticed was empty and clear..while the other one had arranged products of hygiene,books and folders for paperwork. He then tilted his head to surround you with just him. And only him..enveloping you in the cedar smell of the woods the grandfather's of the giants that gifted him height such as the one he now had lived. A divine thing he was indeed.

A hand then roughly gripped at your hip before he tugged at your pants.. and you noticed the audible tent growing in his pants.. as if getting the memo of your eyes drifting, he was now quickly fumbling with his belt buckle and boots.. and well you..where a stuttering fumble of a mess.. your boots soon kicked off as your pants were mid way being yanked off by you alone.. until two large hands found themselves speeding up the process..your boxers being the only things hiding the now evidently boners you both had.. until you both sank back into a kiss. This one slower..deeper and much more decisive than hungry... but his teeth found your bottom lip and tugged.. before your hands glided up to the base of his neck to the rounding of the muscle that flexed and shuddered every time you fluttered over them..before your hands found themselves at his hips...and with a ringed tug you sent him a message that seemed to transpire red to flash through his eyes... as he tugged his boxers off with utter ease..until his hands found themselves at your hips and tugged at your boxers as well.. and without warning, tugged them off with enough force your legs burned for a moment until his utter grazing touch that slid up them as they now rested both at the crook of his own hips made them burn even more..like an electric touch... and that made your eyes go doe like as he cooed at you with pursed lips through a smirk....

Until he rested at the base of your inner thighs and made you shudder deliciously in his gaze.. And his gaze was rough.. and animalistic...

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...

'Pompeii' pt4.

Heyyyyyyyy suprise surprise New update!!! 👹 🙌

Warnings: cursing, nsfw and a sweet end

Enjoy

It was seemingly weeks upon weeks of finally completing missions and aching yourself to the thinness of patience and energy of any kind you were finally what they would call "back to normal," in your nature, well, basically it was like putting a muzzle for the time being on a growing rapid dog, and soon the muzzle will grow to small and will need a new one. But for the time being, you are here and not snapping or lashing out on people over a cigar, or anything else for that matter for the time being that'd usually send you in a frenzy of flashbacks.

And that'd be thanks to Simon.

He was there, and you where there for him. Bittersweetly he'd be there, on missions covering your flank or there when needed for a comforting shoulder.

And now he was here standing here, his face revealed to you... his hair curled and blonde. Seemingly a slightly grown out buzz cut. His face had a scar on his right side, like a slash. Quick and sharp down the side of his face, slightly turning his left lip side down. His blue eyes bore down into your own eye like a love sick puppy.

"You're so.. Beautiful.." Murmuring the words, you grazed your hand gently to the left side of his face and daringly traced the scar with your thumb. And you felt him cringe away slightly in reflex before he relaxed into the palm of your hand before electing out a hard sigh. And he gently rested his forehead against yours. And you both stood there in peaceful silence on the balcony area of the base.. alone...and in silence.

You then shifted your head up to meet his now glancing gaze before he tilted your chin up, forcing your neck to Croon to meet his gaze before his thumb nudged your lower lip, gently grazing the scar of the exposed area of your mouth before he lowered his own lips to yours and pecked the around it hungrily, tickling you with his blonde stubble and reaching a slight giggle from you which then lead to your gently pressing the kiss against him. And this time, he returned it deeper with a content groan. And then within a few moments of staring into eachothers eyes, you both where racing through the base, his mask being rushingly shoved on as you two bounded like crazed children down the hall before rushing into his room, the door slamming behind you two, and once you turned to lock the door,the moment you turned he was towering over you, his mask discarded on the ground and him already pulling you into another onslaught of deep kisses and you returning them gladly like a starved animal. And then, with a slight tug of your shirt from him, you'd found that it was too hot,and with a glad break of the kiss you had found air,and cold relief from the air. In return, he was already kicking off his boots and scrambling to rushingly get his own shirt off. And with a quick grip of your hips, he had hoisted you up to his own and now pressed your back against the door,and with an effort you had kicked your boots off as you sought after him as his hands rested at your hips holding you down, teasing you. And casing your sweats to be painful for you with the growing of your hard on and the movement you two were making against eachothers hips had you both pressed against each other needingly.

And then, with one swift movement, the bed had made its way to caress your mere figure as his hands had already found their way to pull off your sweats and boxers in one fluid motion before his own, leaving you flush and reddened against the cold air that goosebumped your skin..and utterly made your shudder against Simon's own warm and rough hands as he went to work with you, caressing your chest and then traveled down your ribs before your hips and then with one moment that lead to the next, your legs where against his hips and you clinging to his figure as though your life depended on it... and the sounds you made where like utter and pure heaven to his ears.

And it seemed like an entire orchestra of music had played before he heard your voice heighten and your back against his chest, and watched your eyes squeeze shut and your brows furrow as the noises you made got louder and cracked slightly...and so he swiftly pounded you into a rough climax and sought after his own, leaving you I'm over stimulation as he let out a few groans,his body rocking against your writhing one that gladly took what he was giving,and then with one snap of his hips and a desperate cry from you, he was sent over the top and had came. And with a panted groan, he looked into your lust clouded eyes and watched as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder,catching your breath. And him his own, and the with one slight grab of your hips, he pulled out and settled himself next to you, and then fumbled with the covers and your shivering figure until you both where flush against one another under the covers and listening the eachothers battle drummed beating hearts and drifted off to sleep...