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Task Force 141 x Genz Gn Reader

Stupid idea I'm gonna call the series: Madness from Another Dimension (MAD)

TW: Mention of death

It was an accident. Honest to god a full-on accident. One minute you are walking the next fall from the sky. You hit the ground kinda hard and look around. A few people stared at you nearly as shocked as you. You were instantly grabbed and dragged into a building.

You looked around and immediately began to smile uncontrollably. Price was standing right in front of you and so was Soap. Your heart begins to accelerate with joy.

“Who the fuck are you?” They ask aggressively. “How did you get here?” You stare at them, and a nagging question hits you like a truck you had to know.

“Shepard is he Bold or has a mustache?” You yell frantically. He stared at you dumbfoundedly.

“Answer—”

“ANSWER ME! BOLD OR MUSTACHE??”

“Bold.”

“Is Gaz’s black?”

“How do you know him!” Price points his gun at you.

“IS HE?”

“Yes!”

“OH THANK GOD!” You shout collapsing onto your knees and laying on the ground your anxiety settling. “He’s bold this is fantastic!” You cheer.

“What happened if he had a mustache and Gaz wasn’t bold?” Soap asked seeing your excitement in a weird light.

“I would have cried!” You state look at him.

“Why would a mustache make you cry?” Soap asked squatting down next to you so confused.

Your mouth falls open— you had so many things to say. Where do you begin? How do you begin? You didn’t want to die! You haven’t seen Ghost in person yet! You had to hear his sexy voice in person!

“Let’s start from the beginning.” You wave your hand around. Price folds his arm waiting.

“I was walking home and fell out of the sky and here I am.”

“Love that’s bullshit.”

“Mofo I locked eyes with a motherfucker, he saw me fall and go out there, he can confirm it!” You yell.

“Two, I think I’m from another dimension.” The two stared at you and then turned to each other.

“Your fucking crazy,” Price snaps grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to a room and shoving you inside. “You are under confinement by the military.”

“Well….” A few hours pass you and where terribly bored Soap took your phone without you even noticing. Your mind races around, how did you even get here?

The door opens and four people step inside. You felt yourself smirking and tried to swallow that smile. You look down, all of them are here. How fun.

“Hello, John Price, Johnny MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, and lastly the famous Ghost— Simon Riley—”

“How do you know our fucking names?” Ghost barks, you feel a shiver run down your spine, and smile uncontrollably again.

“While are you smiling.”

“Nothing—” you hunch over cackling, you really need to get your nervous laughter under control.

“Tell is!” Price snaps his irritation visible.

“It’s just… your video game characters for me. from my world.”

“You are insane—”

“Kyle you joined the British army in 2014, Ghost joined after 9/11, Soap you met Price in 2014. Am I wrong?” You ask them getting serious, and they look at each other.

“Alright say you are from another world and we are video game characters to you, why does it matter if General Shepard has a mustache or not?” Soap folds his arms still hung up on your lash out.

“Simply I needed to know what timeline I was in.”

“Alright you are crazy,” Price growls storming up to you.

“The game you are part of is called Call of Duty, it’s a point-and-shoot game made for boys and men. It is all about war and the military. There was the original timeline and the reboot, I had to know which one.” Soap touched Price's shoulders and pulled him back. He was probably the best to ask questions.

“Alright, which timeline are we in?” Soap looks down on you, with cold eyes that turn you on.

“The reboot.”

“You referee the reboot—”

“You all died in the original timeline.” Your words shut them up. They had this look of shock. They turn to each other, maybe you are crazy you seem crazy. They had nothing to say.

“What does this have to do with his mustache—”

“It’s how I associate things in my mind.” Soap slowly nods, a weird association but he got it. He also has particular associations, this was yours.

“One I ask if Gaz was black because in the other timeline he was white?”

“I WAS WHITE?” Gaz yells shock written all over his face. He looked shocked and bewildered. His mouth hung open and he looked pale.

“YOU WERE WHITE AND THAT TURN ME FOR THE LOOP!” You yell back feeling the hype again. “You were also a background character, not really important.”

“You were killed right in front of a helpless Soap.”

“I—”

“Ghost you were shot from point-blank range and your body burned, you were betrayed. I miss you, Roach.” Ghost reached his hand out— he needed clarification.

“Soap dies in your hands Price and you were severely injured. and implied died from it”

“Wait wait wait!” Soap interrupts “Let’s go back to Gaz, I watched him die?”

“Yes.” Soap turns to Gaz who looks back there is shock in their eyes. They seem to share a little moment together.

“You said I was betrayed, who?” Ghost asks next.

“You should sit down,” you comment. This soap was less trusting or maybe the same as old Ghost but it’s best if he sits.

“I’m fine,”

“Ok.” You stand up and look him in the eyes, “You were with a comrade who’s not in this reboot called Roach. He was shot in the chest and you were shot in the head.” You explain calmly.

“By who?” Ghost demands again.

“General Shepard.” The room grew dead quiet. Ghost uncrossed his arms in shock.

“Also in that timeline, I think World War 3 happens.” You casually state.

“You think?” Soap snap.

“I never played the original one, but I remember my brother’s behavior after he was mourning.”

“What happened to the general after he killed me?” Ghost quietly asked.

“Soap stabbed in in the left eye killing him.” Ghost nods his head, at least his killer died.

“You said Soap dies in my arms, how.”

“Severe blood loss acting getting majorly injured for the 3rd time.”

“Man, that’s…”

“Lame?” You finish Soap’s words he nods and looks a little disappointed.

“Price continues on the mission but at the end, he is implied to be dead. He died smoking a cigar.” Soap and Gaz chuckle and turn to Price.

“Who killed me?” Price asks.

“Russian terrorist.”

“Alright… this timeline who dies.” Soap folds his arms ready to hear the most gut-wrenching stuff.

“None of you died.” Soap let out a long sigh and turned to the others with a smile. Gaz nods his head in a sigh of relief. “But that shouldn’t make you too happy don’t get careless.”

“How do we believe you?” Price finally spoke up. You look around, At the start of the game, all of them have known each other for a long.

“I know you found American missiles with a terrorist group.” The air turns hostile, how do you know this?.”

“Your next stop is Amsterdam… say hi to Alejandro for me.” You smile and sit back down leaning back with a smile.

“If you know the future, tell us!”

“Go to Amsterdam I don’t remember the cartel but the next place after Amsterdam is Mexico. I’m telling the truth if you don’t believe me go. I can't give you all the information I don’t remember but I can tell you the major plot points. Come back when you're done.”

They turn back to you before leaving. As the door closes you collapse onto the bed and begin to giggle, you’re living the high life. Hot military men all around you. Ghost even talked to you that’s all that matters. They will be back, of course, they come back. They need to know more and you can enlighten them.

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jealous neighbour simon jealous neighbour simon jealou—

it’s a weird one because how do you say “yes i’m single, but I’m also sleeping with the lad next door who’ll probably kill you if you step foot in my house” to some poor soul who only asked for your number lmaooo.

jealous simon wouldn’t make an appearance for a while, like you’d have to be somehow established in your unestablished situationship lol. at the beginning you were using one another for your releases, the pair of you convenient and accessible — “don’t be catching feelings” you’d both tease. and it worked. then things shifted and you both just stopped making excuses to see each other. he’d stay longer, making his way to your couch instead of your front door, texts would change from: fancy a shag? to: wanna get a curry? small amounts of evidence of one another would end up each others homes; items of clothing, hair ties, shampoo’s and body washes. an extra key would end up on your key rings, like a binding of trust. and those things were huge for simon, even if he didn’t know it. you became a significant part of his structure, meaning that if you left, he’d definitely notice. so you can’t really blame him for feeling some type of way about you entertaining other people.

the first time he succumbed to the green eyed monster, you’d just lowered yourself on to his cock, your head thrown back in bliss. when he mumbled “who’s nathan?—” completely catching you off guard, halting your hips from moving. your eyes snapped open to find his burning into yours. your brows scrunched, baffled—

“—didn’t look through y’ phone, he text y’ when you were downstairs.”

“o-oh. i met him when i was out the other night.”

you began moving yourself against him again, inconsistently and slowly. his gaze didn’t move from yours, eyes telling you more than his mouth was. but you were too riled up from the foreplay to notice that he wasn’t quite finished with conversation. your rhythm picked up, wanting to feel him more until—

“you plannin’ on seein’ him again?”

“not put much thought into it.” you replied bluntly, stopping your movements once again. noticeably becoming impatient. “but probably not.”

he only hummed in response. his brain ticking away. it irritated him; the thought of ‘nathan’, the thought of him, in here, with you and just the fact that he was indeed, bothered.

“jealousy doesn’t suit you, si.” you mocked. like prodding a rabid bear with a stick, you knew exactly how it was going to go down.

“pfft— i ain’t fuckin’ jealous.” he bit. almost instantly, his eyes went dark. forcefully grabbing your waist and pulling you down so you’re skin on skin, your head in his neck. his hands grab your wrists, pulling them behind your back as he began vigorously fucking up into you, forcing your brain to become nothing but a cock drunk mess.

“he wouldn’t know what to bloody do with ya, darlin’.”

a/n : this was a mess i’m sorry but i had a thot. jealous ghost makes me feRALLLLL.

them your honour.

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imagine being simon’s personally appointed handmaiden. a very uncommon practice for a king, but he was also unwed, uncommon for a king of his status and age.

a very gruff man with a hard exterior but over the years you two had developed a great rapport with one another. mostly waiting to be behind closed doors to really let loose when it came to both of your respective personalities. in front of the other staff and royalty you were quiet and obedient, but when it was just you and simon you could rib the masked king for days, feeling a thrill in your stomach whenever you got him to huff out a laugh. he could dish it right back though, pulling mind numbing puns from out of nowhere that you pretend aren’t funny. it makes him laugh even harder when you roll your eyes, your only acknowledgement of his “jokes”.

you two were very close, spending most of your waking moments with him. you didn’t expect to like it as much as you do when you were originally appointed to be the king’s sole handmaiden. the king was quite intimidating, the task itself seemed so daunting and you had just assumed that he would be using you for more nefarious duties. while a life of servitude may not have been what you pictured for yourself, a life of servitude for simon was definitely not what you had pictured either.

he was big and imposing and impossible to wake up in the morning. over time you had resorted to flicking water in his face when he was getting really close to sleeping through some of his important appointments that morning.

he liked his baths scalding hot. you would turn your back to him as he shrugged off his robe and submerged himself in the steamy water, pretending to futz with his towels. you always felt something in your heart settle when you heard his deep and satisfied sigh as he finally allowed his muscle to relax under the hot water.

he always wanted you to pick out his clothes. didn’t matter the ocassion either, he said you never lead him astray with your choices. you always felt a sense of smug, satisfation when he finally lumbered out of bed and pulled on the clothes that you had already laid out for him without a word.

the other servants talk, of course. whispers and rumors bouncing off the castle walls about all the time you spent with the king. you tried not to let it get to you, simon promising to get rid of anyone who spoke a cross word about you. he was a man of his word, having banished a knight the month prior who had made an awful joke about the little peasant girl keeping the king’s bed warm at night.

your relationship with simon had well surpassed just your duties, he was kind and although you would never say it to anyone because he’s the fucking king, you consider him a friend. but you can’t help but realize how many moments you two have had recently. moments that cross the bounds of your relationship.

you sat in your little stool behind the tub simon currently was sprawled out in. having just finished washing out all the soap from his blonde hair you sat back, relaxing your aching body for a moment before you would have to get him out and send him off to bed.

“long day, ah?” he commented.

all you could do was hum in affirmation, eyes closed enjoying the quiet of the king’s large bathroom.

“here,” he murmured, not wanting to disrupt the quiet tranquility you two had created, “pop your feet in.”

you cracked an eye open to see him start sitting up in the tub, turning back to you. “what?”

once he saw he had your attention he settled himself back down, shoulders against the basin of the tub. “slip your shoes off and just,” he motioned to his shoulders, voice dipping low. you could picture his eyes slipping shut again.

you hesitated for a moment, realizing the gravity of what he was asking of you. but he was also your king and even though you two had an unconventional relationship, you dare not go against his wishes.

you slip your shoes off and bunch your skirt up in your hands, pulling it over your knees as to not get it wet. you did as you were instructed and pulled a leg over each of his shoulders, shuddering at the hot water alleviating the tenderness in your feet.

“feel good?” simon pondered.

“yes, very much so,” you can’t help but smile, “thank you, simon”

he laughs to himself, just a little breath huffed through his nose, “anytime.”

you slipped your eyes back shut and allowed yourself a moment to sit and breathe and relax. the feeling of movement snaps you out of your reverie, simon reaching up a hand to loosely hold around your ankle. you see his head shift, his stubbly cheek resting against your calf. you had asked him if he wanted to shave before his bath, but he declined, cranky from his long day and just wanting to get into his bath.

you’re shocked at the touch, not as if you and simon hadn’t shared casual touches before but this seemed. emotional. intimate.

you dare not upset your king, but you know something like this can’t go on for much longer. “should probably get you to bed soon, your highness.” you know he hates it when you use his title when it's just the two of you, but you feel the need to have a degree of separation between the two of you, if not you fear you might do something stupid like reach down and get your fingers through his hair.

simon sighs against your skin and you burn at the way you can feel his lips moving, “just a little bit longer, please?”

you can never deny your king, but you never want to deny simon.

previous part

the idea is, you're higher ranked than ghost, and he kinda has a crush on you, which, obviously, he doesn't show. he brings you tea, runs with you, just to be around you more.

Simon is on his way to you with his tea, made specifically for you, when he hears you, speaking with someone on the phone. His senses tells him it's better to pop up other time, but he's too nosy for that. So, he stops in his tracks, listening who could you be so in conversation with.

"It's- yeah, honey. It's just a difficult mission, 'm gonna... stay a bit longer in the job. I'm so sorry."

Honey? He can't figure out if it's you speaking to your kid, or, God forbid, husband. Maybe you are bubbly and oversharing, but in the same time, he knows nothing about you, besides the fact that you prefer to work by yourself, and then lead your team. It's something that lingers on his mind; you never told team you're married, but you would if you are, yeah?

Why keep these things to himself?

It's a dumb question. Simon knows better than anyone it's better to keep everything hidden, especially if it's about something so fragile like a family. Yet, he can't keep himself from wondering, if your hand is taken by someone.

If so, he'd be lucky to have you, he thinks. You're such a lovely person, so... warm, a feeling that Simon hasn't experienced in a long, long time.

He knocks a minute after you end the conversation - minute and three seconds to be exact, he doesn't want you to suspect anything. To know he was listening, it's not professional, he's aware. He's aware of many unprofessional things, not the first time he did something like this. Thoughts in his mind are rushing; how to approach you, how to make you say something about this phone call, but he only nods in a silent greeting, leaving mug with tea on your desk.

You speak first. "Needed that, especially today. Thank you, Simon."

Simon. You're one of the people that refuses to call him Ghost. He feels giddy every time he hears that.

"'s nothing." he shrugs, looking at you with question in his eyes; why today? You're the one who's willing to tell him things, so it's not bad to pull the strings a bit, no? "Everything's alright, colonel?"

It takes you a few seconds to answer, when you warm your hands around big mug. "Mad family. Nothing new."

"Husband?" he asks, before he thinks; he feels a cool shiver down his spine. It slips, he didn't intend to ask that, to say that. In one second, it's just a thought, and in another, it's something he says out loud.

His control is crushing.

Surprisingly, you're not mad. You're more... sad, but you're smiling anyway. "Married life is complicated." you nod, and it's enough for him to just nod as well, and leave the room.

You're married.

It complicates everything.

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