Baby Daddy Simon

Baby daddy Simon

Things go array and it test Simon’s resolve

Makarov found out about you, about Ghost secret, and decided to attack you and your daughter.

It was a smear campaign against your daughter a young soon to by Olympian. She was called out for being the daughter of a murderer of a criminal, of a rogue SAS soldier.

Baby Daddy! Simon who was there in the audience as the reporters hounds his daughter about him

Baby Daddy! Simon who could only stand there and listen, balking his fist and glaring at the man who was upsetting his child

Baby Daddy! Simon who goes back to his team asking what happened

Baby Daddy! Simon who realize it’s Makarov targeting him through his family

Baby Daddy! Simon was alerted by you that you were shot at and so was his daughter

Baby Daddy! Simon who was undercover standing guard of his daughter as she apologized to the nation for something she had no idea

Baby Daddy! Simon who’s life flashes before his eyes as a bullet hit his child

Baby Daddy! Simon who grabbed his child and to the ambiance as you scream in the background

Baby Daddy! Simon who can’t bare wash his daughter’s blood off his hand once she’s in emergency surgery

Baby Daddy! Simon who holds you in his arms as you cry over your daughter

Baby Daddy! Simon who immediately ask Laswell and Price to put the two of you under special surveillance

Baby Daddy! Simon who will never forgive himself for letting his daughter and wife get caught up in his life

Baby Daddy! Simon who let you decide weather to keep your child on life support, as he doesn’t see fit his opinion is worthy to soeak

Baby Daddy! Simon who begins to hate Makarov the most after Soap’s death and Daughter’s hospitalization

Baby Daddy! Simon who by himself cried silently

Baby Daddy! Simon who Except you to hate him forever

Baby Daddy! Simon who begins to cut everyone off and truly begins to isolate

Request are open!!

Humanoid monster

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“What was that about?” Soap asks Gaz. The two of them backed down when the reporters got nosy, they followed her all night long hounding her for answers.

“Abraham believed In a theory, it's written in Latin so either she knows Latin or Abraham told her.” Gaz grumble digging through his notebook.

“What theory?”

“There was a time were humans and monsters got along, they worshiped this female deity. She was murdered, and war broke out, Abraham was born in the last few days of her reign.” Gaz explains finding his notes he had written about back when he was in school.

“So?”

“So Abraham no longer speaks about this time, and in one of his papers, he theorizes this deity is still alive.”

“Mate—”

“That woman is highly educated, she shouldn't be, she wasn't born here she *came* here. Teaching humans is banned in all states except for Switzerland, how does she know?” Gaz asks Soap shrug, it didn't sound important to him but from the look on Gaz’s face said it all.

“Mr. Garrick,” the two sergeants froze and turned to see Priscilla standing there peeping her head in head feather raising in slight embarrassment. “Do we need to cancel flight training?”

“No!” Gaz shouts and walks closer to her. “Your mother.”

“yes?”

“Did she go to school?” asked a question with a smile.

“No… Why?”

“Well your mother knows things she shoulders like a diety—“

“Oh you mean Abraham’s fairytales? he likes to tell fairytales when we were little, you know? of a better time where we’re all equal, it helped most of us sleep.” Priscilla says fondly with a sweet smile on her lips.

Gaz sighs and Soap pats him on the shoulder, with a small reassuring look and smile, “See mate, you overthinking it.”

“Your mother where did she come from?”

“She came from South America and found most of us traveling up to North America and sailing over to Asia, then traveling to Switzerland.” Gaz nods and the two walk to the field with the little Harpies.

The press saw them, and the monster swarmed them, “What’s your view of the orphanage director?” The first reporter asks.

“She’s my mother—"

“So she cut off your wings?”

“No! She found me like this—“

“If given the opportunity would you go home?”

“This is my home!” Priscilla shouts her frustration begins to teetering on tears. Gaz spread his wings out blocking her from the cameras.

“Don’t bother the kid—“

“As a soldier in the monster military aviator wing, what’s your view of this almost dystopian utopia?” One Gargon asks her snakes hissing with delight and anticipation.

“I am weary but everything here so far looks good, and the orphanage director didn’t know we were coming or how long we are staying,” Gaz said in the most PR statement possible. Switzerland has one of the biggest armies, and it is wise not to attack its citizens and their politics. The media followed them, Priscilla couldn't stop looking over her shoulder, they were making her uncomfortable.

“What's your relationship with each other?” a reporter asks.

“I'm helping the younger harpies fly.”

The reporters mostly watched, occasionally they would speak to their camera, and it was easy to hear them.

“Most of these harpies are missing wings or mutilated. We suspect that the orphanage—”

“Shut up, pendejo!” One of the kids shouts at the reporters. “We all had these injuries before the orphanage.”

“It’s done by you monsters,” another girl snaps.

“Why do you defend this place?”

“It’s our home,” nearly everyone replies.

—-

The air of attrition on cordiality was fading, for every child was a surveillance camera all going back to Mother Maia. This was not lost on anyone, not the soldiers or the reporters.

The children slowly became guarded. Weary and secretive. It wasn’t lost on the task force that they were no longer welcomed there. The gargoyle creatures that usually only watch began to show themselves more often, the dragons were more active, and they were expanding their territory.

Both sides of the war were left with little progress made, and far more interest in the orphanages. The human side is more than the monster’s.

“Maia,” Abraham walks into the dimly lit office. She looks up, and the veil hangs up on her hat hook. Abraham nodded and sat down. “My old contacts have warned me that the monsters have decided to hack—”

“I understand” Mother Maia responded in a calm tone, “I’ll change a few things. The only thing they will get is the spending log, it’s best.” She smiles and begins to type away.

“There have been talk about monsters adopting—”

“I will not allow it,” Mother Maia looks up, “we both know the children who will be adopted will be sent into the military or worse eaten, I am no fool and neither than you.” Abraham smiles and nods before standing up, his wings doing a small stretch.

“I am glad we are on the same page,” Abraham said with a smile, Mother Maia only nodded and continued to work.

Abraham always knew humans were not equal to monsters in strength, but their intelligence is quite admirable. It’s been centuries since Abraham found a human he could view as equal, but another Maia was that human.

She was articulate and wise for someone who never had a true education. And yet with his simple guidance, she was able to keep her children.

“What about the new disease?” Abraham froze and sighed. Everyone knew at this point, even the humans.

“The Monster scientists have named it Cerebrum deterioration, or as the soldiers call it brain rot.” Abraham studied Mother Maia’s face, most humans couldn't hide their glee when disguising this topic, all except for Mother Maia.

“How pitiful, has it linked to the human resistance?” she sighs the scars across her face rippling with the slight movement of her face.

“No, the scientists said it was discovered rather than made.” Mother Maia nods and continues to write.

“Let's keep informed if a war breaks out this could affect this free state.” Mother Maia said sternly. Abraham agreed. “And when the vaccine is made, be sure to be one of the first to get it, you are a model.” Abraham laughs but nods.

“You are a strange one—”

“I am only being realistic Abraham, even though you've been a pacifist for a few hundred years, you still hold power.”

“Of course.”

Serial Killer

So I always see a lot of headcanons of serial killer cod characters but what if 141 meets a serial killer reader? Like some John Wick shit... Even though I wrote a cross over.

i wanna know how baby daddy Simon would handle his kids teenage rebellion phase PLEASE 🙏

Not well.

This man loves his kids, he die for them, kill for them; however, he has no good representation of a father or how to raise children. He knows what a mother’s love is but does not know to be a good father.

His kids know he’s in the military, and that it and his identity needs to be hidden.

His kids probably grew up being teased for coming from a single mom. Bullied for not always having the latest clothes or technology (Simon didn’t think it was necessary. He will never let them live in poverty with no new clothes, but brand clothes make no sense to him.)

If his kid is a Boy, he be more involve and show a tuff love situation, like how he deals with recruits but less soul crushing and miserable. Maybe try to connect. If his Son becomes abusive or a womanizer Simon won’t let that slide.

If his kid is a Girl, who is rebelling by acting out and partying, he’s going to ground her and take away privileges. He won’t take brat behavior. If his daughter is rebelling by doing drugs and alcohol, straight to rehab.

If his kid is Nonbinary he has no idea what to do. He’s an old man at heart, struggle to understand or get. He thinks it’s stupid and it drives a wedge between them. His child is more likely do more self harming stuff Simon will step in.

In all I feel like his kids either gender or in between struggle with a sense of abandonment issues or daddy issues. It’s not that he doesn’t love them, but it’s because he’s technically dead, and does dangerous work.

It's called immortal shenanigans

Would anyone be interested in a COD fic where they meet a weird immortal?

Serial Killer! Reader

You were raised in hell, a world of violence, where violence was praised

You were one of the best, for you had no morals and only fall rules because it’s more convenient

You slowly ended branching out of the underworld into the mainstream world

Your first mistake was killing a SAS soldier, then two navy SEALs

You disguises yourself as a a PMC person and slowly recruited into smaller faction

You could not care for the war or who was who but money talks and you do love money

One of your client ask you to target a task force full of SAS memebers

The best way to kill an entire to is to join them

You were scouted straight out of a PMC by one of the higher ups.

Soap

Soap didn’t care you were a PMC, as long as you were good

Soap notice you had lots of scars, especially on your back, it was religious

Soap was the first to discover your ability to speak Russian and know a lot of shady deals

Soap and you ended up forming a strange twisted friendship base on the most dramatic comebacks

When Soap got injured you were there… you were so close to killing him when Ghost arrived

Ghost

Ghost kept his distance, their was something off about you

Ghost looked into your career, you were a PMC with no military background, how good can you be?

Ghost didn’t care for you, as long as your useful that’s good enough

Ghost found you hovering over Soap and thought that was suspicious

Ghost begins to follow you

Price

Price didn’t like nor hate you, you follow his order but show no respect for his rank

Price found your background suspicious and ask Laswell to look into you

Price notice where ever you go you tend to kill and ask question later

Price thought you would be the weakest to gore and violence but it seems like you were the most comfortable

Price also was inform Privates and rookies were being found dead

Gaz

He hated you

Gaz’s gut was tell him you were bad news and he never doubted his guts.

Gaz is very social and keep up with the other soldiers and when more than one we’re found dead he got worried

Gaz also found out the killings only begin after you join

Gaz would give you a lot of attitude and snide remarks of your his teammate

Laswell

Laswell felt like sje saw your face

Laswell begins to dig through any crime family once Soap told everyone you have a specific saint on your back

Laswell contact 141 one night that your a killer

She got no reply

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