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FAE RESTRAIN ME BEFORE I GO FERAL.

nsfw:

more simon corrupting religious reader thoughts.

simon, who likes to pick you up from church. your pretty smile turning into a bitten lip, your cheeks heat up as the guilt of what his figure means to you makes your heart race.

simon, who talks to your friends and pastor. his hand never leaving your waist, his big frame making you look so tiny. your legs squeeze against eachother as his hand starts to rub circles on your hip.

simon, who cant wait to take you home. he just drives to a secluded area. making you strip on the back of his black truck.

simon, who bends you over his lap, punishing you for being so dirty. poor thing just got out of church and is soaking wet on a big mans lap);

simon, who mocks you and pounds into ylu even harder when he hears a little 'oh god~' come out of your mouth.

simon, who has your eyes filled with tears as he is fucking into you, your faces smashed into the window, where you could see the side of your church, big cross standing tall above it.

simon, who knows that all you need is him. his big arms around your body comforting you.

"shhh, i know love, i know. don't cry, im here..."

GHOST AS A BF - headcannons

Gods, I’m so sorry if this is bad! I haven’t written in this kind of headcannon style before ^^;

I’m so hyper fixated on MW2 i played it recently and I can’t stop thinking abt the men

Warnings: reader is male!

BF ghost! Who immediately checks up on you after he gets back to you. The first thing you hear when he comes back is “how has my sweet boy been?”

Ghost is TENDER, have you seen what this man had been through?? He would never dream of hurting his lover or seeing him hurt, so he definitely will go to ridiculous lengths to protect you

If you’re also a soldier he’ll make sure he’s by your side of missions, he is glued to your side always.

Morning cuddles, night cuddles.. dude is climbed to you when he gets the chance.

The first time you saw his face it was a week after the two of you got together. He didn’t make a big deal of it either he just pulled his mask off and continued on with his day.

He’s not the biggest fan of pda, the most he’ll do in public is hold on your hand or have an arm over your shoulder.

He does stand behind you though in public settings, he’s your shadow.

He also cracks lewd jokes occasionally. Think the jokes with soap but dirty.

I’m so sorry that this is unorganized and shit, first post here so kinda nervous :,)

GHOST AS A BF - headcannons

Gods, I’m so sorry if this is bad! I haven’t written in this kind of headcannon style before ^^;

I’m so hyper fixated on MW2 i played it recently and I can’t stop thinking abt the men

Warnings: reader is male!

BF ghost! Who immediately checks up on you after he gets back to you. The first thing you hear when he comes back is “how has my sweet boy been?”

Ghost is TENDER, have you seen what this man had been through?? He would never dream of hurting his lover or seeing him hurt, so he definitely will go to ridiculous lengths to protect you

If you’re also a soldier he’ll make sure he’s by your side of missions, he is glued to your side always.

Morning cuddles, night cuddles.. dude is climbed to you when he gets the chance.

The first time you saw his face it was a week after the two of you got together. He didn’t make a big deal of it either he just pulled his mask off and continued on with his day.

He’s not the biggest fan of pda, the most he’ll do in public is hold on your hand or have an arm over your shoulder.

He does stand behind you though in public settings, he’s your shadow.

He also cracks lewd jokes occasionally. Think the jokes with soap but dirty.

I’m so sorry that this is unorganized and shit, first post here so kinda nervous :,)

It's too cute!!!

legit listening to "beautiful boy - John Lennon" rn hear me out ghost and his Mreader hubby cuddling with their new baby just wholesome fluffy stuff yknow🤯

When I tell you I cried writing this-- UGH! Thank you so much for this request! It was so sweet.

Adoption was no easy feat, anyone with a right mind would know that. There is a lot of paperwork, a couple of interviews, as well as money that goes into it. It was more difficult with your growing family, you decided bitterly. Most agencies looked at the jobs you and your husband held, you as a freelance writer at home and him as active duty military- well, the active duty military was more of a raised red flag to them. Especially because the two of you were looking for a baby, not a child- an infant.

When the struggle with adoption started, your focus turned less away from your work- which did ultimately have a deadline, to what could be done. In your heart, you felt this emptiness that needed to be filled, and Simon expressed himself the same at home. You sometimes wished that like him, you could separate it while working… but you had too much heart in you. (Those were Simon’s words- and he said that he was glad you were like that)

Tonight was one of those nights that you couldn’t focus on your work. All those creative writing and English classes in college, gone throughout the window. So, you settled on looking through other adoption agencies- maybe even some women who were pregnant that didn’t want the child, but wouldn’t do an abortion. What was the name? Ah, you didn’t care much to remember. The aged whiskey in your hand helped with that too.

As per usual, you spent about three hours looking for something new. A couple emails sent out to some agencies, the last two that would maybe consider interviewing you and Simon. The analog clock next to the TV expresses how late it was, so did the yawn that left your mouth. You decided the whiskey glass could be cleaned in the morning as you set it down on the coffee table, your closed laptop next to it. The front door and its eighteen locks (that’s an exaggeration, it only had four) needed to be turned before you could sleep. Right after you locked the first one though, you heard something through the door- something like… crying?

Now, you and Simon live in a nice neighborhood- with little to no crime activity, but that doesn’t mean something could happen. You retreat from the area for just a moment to grab one of the tactical knives hiding in the coffee table, then walked back to the front door. Very quietly, you undid the lock you’d just turned and very slowly opened the door. Nothing was directly in front of you, so you looked down and your heart shattered.

It’s always in the movies, so the scene in front of you is unexpected in real life. There is a large woven basket with an infant tucked comfortably with a blue blanket. Before you investigate further, you look around your yard and towards the sidewalk but see no one walking about- or running away. So, you bend down and pick up the basket, taking out the little note that’s sticking out as you walk back into the house. Just for a moment, the basket is set on the couch as you read it.

‘To who little Gregory comes to,

I’m sorry I couldn’t take care of him myself. When he was born in the hospital, everyone in the room was happy to see him but me. Gregory is the result of a… you know what case. I looked at him, and I couldn’t see myself at all- only him. I hope that you can find yourself to take care of him. Love him. 

Thank you.’

Oh… “Fuck.” You look down at the baby- who has been crying this whole time, and quickly pick him up from the basket. It’s probably really uncomfortable in there- and oh, how long has it been since Gregory has been fed? Christ on a Cross, when you talked about jumping into parenting, this isn’t what you meant! “Hey, Siri!” You’re trying your best to calm the infant in your arms, who is still crying, but it’s thankfully gone to hiccups now. “Call Simon’s work on speaker.”

“Calling Simon *work* on speaker…” You take a seat on the couch, careful not to disturb the now sleeping infant as you pick up your phone and bring it closer to your person. Gregory seems… smaller than the other infants you’ve seen with the adoption agencies, you wonder if it’s a birth cause or he wasn’t taken care of before being handed off. “Hey, I’m about to go on a mission. Are you okay?”

You breathe in and exhale slowly. “Simon. You need to come home, tell Price it’s an emergency.” Your husband makes a noise on the other line, and you can hear him beginning to protest it all- “Someone dropped a baby on our doorstep- I… I cannot do this alone right now.”

There is a lot of noise coming from the other line now, you hear shouting- it’s Simon doing it. And… Gregory has woken up, he’s crying again. “Och. Simon, on your way home, which you better be doing- or I’m going to find your captain and kick him into next month- get some supplies, like we’ve talked about. I’m gonna hang up because he’s woken up due to the noise, but if I don’t see your arse in thirty minutes, there will be words, Simon Riley.” Before he can reply, you press the ‘end call’ button and turn your attention back to Gregory.

What did some babies fall asleep to? What would calm the storm that the call to your husband created? You remembered seeing your sister sing softly to her child- but you can’t give bars for shit. So, you decide to hum, very quietly ‘Hey Jude’. And just like with your niece all those years ago, it seems to do the trick. Gregory stops crying, moves to hiccuping then starts cooing at you- reaching at your face with his little chubby baby fists. He’s just so cute… You wish you could fall asleep with him, but the other thing your brain processed is that this would be the beginning to several nights of restless sleep.

It’s another thirty minutes of you humming different soft songs, mostly rock- because you can’t think of an actual lullaby for your life right now. Africa, Every Breath You Take, Tears in Heaven, Hard to Say I’m Sorry, Can’t Help Falling in love, Beautiful Boy… so many others. It works like a charm with little Gregory, he only wakes up for a moment to gurgle and reach for you, before falling back asleep.

Ten minutes later, your front door opens- almost slamming, but Simon catches it. He’s carrying several bags from the local grocery store- all in full gear. He shuts the door as quietly as he can, but it’s a little noisy with all of the plastic bags in his arms as well as his gear. Everything in his hands is set on the ground in front of the coffee table, then Simon’s walking over to you, eyes widening as he looks at the infant in your arms. “You weren’t…” His words die down when you point with a random finger to the note that had been left. Simon scans over it while taking off his mask. “Oh… just the baby then? Was there anything in his basket?”

You shake your head, stopping the humming so you can speak- hopefully Gregory won’t start crying again. “Just him, his blanket and that note.” You gesture with your head to the bags. “Do you have baby formula? Bottles? I don’t know the last time he’s had anything… there was no information on it.”

Simon brushes Gregory’s head, moving some of the hair, then walks over to the bags. He takes out a lot of formula and a couple bottles. “Woman at the register looked at me like I was mad. Told her I had a newborn and she calmed her tits.” You snort and shake your head. “I’m gonna make some warmed milk for him, then set up his crib- that’s still in the car.”

All those agencies that said the two of you were incapable of raising an infant were incorrect. You were careful in waking Gregory and giving him the bottle, once your husband had come back with it. Before leaving the room to go get the crib he needed to build, he looked at you and… well, the kid was his son now, he’d say. There is a rare instance that tears are building in his eyes, and he allows them to fall. “Simon,” you call softly from the couch. He snaps out of it and walks over to you. “Why don’t you hold him? I’ll go get the crib.”

For a moment, his brain goes to the fact that his hands aren’t meant to hold something so small and precious- his hands are those of a killer’s… but the way you look at him, a hopeful look in your eyes and the softest smile. He slowly takes Gregory from you, one arm curling around his tiny body and the other keeping leg support and holding up the bottle. “Hi, Gregory,” he whispers. The baby coos back and makes the same grabbing motion towards him, the chubby fist brushing against his paint.

“Simon,” you’re now next to him. The crib that needs to be built is in the corner of the room. “Why don’t we just sleep on the couch tonight? The three of us? It’s in a way that we won’t crush him… and it’s late.” He nods silently and gets on the couch first, handing you Gregory so he can get properly comfortable. You follow suit, lying your head against the side cushion and setting up a little pillow wall with one of your hands. “Love you, Simon.”

He breathes in deeply, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His arms go around your waist, hands cupping around the side of Gregory’s body. “Love you too.” Simon waits until both of you are asleep first before closing his eyes. His mind drifted into how lucky the two of you were to have Gregory now as sleep took over.

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.....

'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....

'Adrenaline high' pt3.

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

Warning: foul language

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come in"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir?"

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

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

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

"Yes sir!"

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

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

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

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

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

"I will"

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

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

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

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

"GO!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you drinking my fucking tea?"

Oh shit....

'Adrenaline high' pt4.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adrenaline High pt5.

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

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

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

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

"Your bleeding"

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

"Your Bleeding."

A bit harsher this time.

"I'll be fine."

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

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

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

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

"Go to medbay Hound. Now."

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

"Or what soldier?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn't breathe..

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

In...

Out..

In...out..

In......

Out.

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

'Adrenaline high' 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...

'Adrenaline high' pt7.

The long awaited sequel 👹 I hope you all enjoy this little snippet of sugar and spice and everything nice. 😌 enjoy

Warnings:cursing,slight/light nsfw

The air as you walked seemed as suffocating as your thoughts where at the moment,you where utterly lost. Lost as to what had just happened give or take a couple moments ago. Lost at why Ghosts eyes held something else other than the undying urge to pummel you. It was like he proving something to someone..something...you.

That he was better than you perhaps? No. That he was stronger than you...

More dominant than you...

Thar mere though made you shudder....and then you thought back to the moment before, how well his body seemed to be against yours...how you both where pressed against eachother,panting... and then the thought beamed on the fact you felt his hard on pressed against you..

You felt your breathe hitch and face go red as you grumbled to yourself about getting hard over that moment.

Entering the locker room,the stream of a foggy bog of steam showed that someone was just here or was still here,but the lack of clothes in the cubby area of the room said otherwise. Undressing swiftly,you tugged your shirt off and tossed in a cubby nearest to the showers,as well as your dirty pants,socks and boxers. Huffing you places your boots and clean clothes in a neat pile in the cubby inched away from the dirty pile as you scrambled a spare towel and placed it on the hooked area of the showers before you waddled into the shower room,the cold tiles making your body shiver as the Luke warm air steamed to make way to goosebumps on your skin as you found that none was here. Good.

Heading toward the one shower that was in the back. In a corner,away from the others as well as an excuse to not to talk to anyone who came in whilst you where in here.

Fumbling limply with the water settings to your preferred setting you set it a more so steaming shower this time. The hot scolding water making you shudder as choked the cold out of your system for the time being,and as your scurried to scrub the dirt off of your body you became unaware of the world around you...not noticing that a certain masked person had made their way into the locker rooms to shower..

Simon had made his way to the locker room after taking a stop to med bay to get patched up, he was thankful it was just a forced impact break. Small one. A healing time of around 1-3 weeks. Not long. He huffed as he then glanced around and his eyes landed on a pile of clothes and an oh so familiar pair of black cargos and white long sleeve.

Narrowing his eyes away from it like a sneer or a mental scoff due to the moments before between you two. Shifting his hips uncomfortably due to the still evident hard on he quickly undressed,his body shuddering at the cold air that nipped his body. He then hesitated before taking off the cloth part of the cloth,leaving just the ghost mask,his dirty brown blonde short tight curls fell close to a growing out buzz cut but with slightly on the longer side. He'd have to get it cut sooner or later.. he then grumbled as he shifted his footings before he headed into the shower room,the evident producing steam and sound of running water alluded him to the fact that yes,you where here showering,and the sight of you standing there amongst the steam in the back corner just confirmed his suspicion even more...and made his lower abdomen area feel warm and funny. Like an adrenaline rush was hitting except it was like his stomach was churning in An excited way. He pushed the thought of you and ignored the still hard on that seemed to just become worse at the thought of you at the mere moment. Was had him so inflicted of you?..perhaps it was the fact that you where agile...deadly even in that aspect..or perhaps it was the way you held yourself,always ready,never hesitating,back always slightly twitching,ready to explode into action..or perhaps it was the way you looked at him,with those E/C orbs...the way they entranced him,made him shudder. It made him...

Human.

And that scared him,that this person he'd known only for so long made him feel...so...

Alive.

Turning on his water harshly,wincing at the creak of how loud it was,he began to wash himself,scrubbing swiftly taking in the fact that you where utterly unaware of his presence due to the water pounding directly over your head,drowning your ears with water and it's sound..

You didn't have a clue..

He then shuddered at the sight of you again..growling to himself he dared to shift his mask up and onto his forehead and scrub his face,his peach fuz slowly gliding on his finger tips and once he finished washing the black makeup off his face and his face in general he yanked the mask on and finishes scrubbing his body raw and clean. And then he watched you from the corner of your eyes. You still haven't noticed and just seemed to be enjoying the warmth of the water.

He envied the water.

He then rolled his shoulders and roughly turned his water off and stormed out,rushing to the locker room,drying himself aggressively,obviously frustrated and shoved his clothes on and out he left with a new thing of eye makeup and his mask remaining on but his face scarf stayed roughly held in his clenching fists as he entered a room....

You soon finished the shower, finding the water to turn your skin raw and red. Turning the water off you scurried out of the shower room and yanked your towel off hook and dried your hair and your body before throwing on your pants and socks,relishing the last of the steam of the showers warmth you then threw on your tight,black under shirt and tucked the bottom of in your pants before putting on your belt and boots.

Leaving the room with your clothes tucked in the crook of your arm you chucked them into the laundry hamper and then rustled yourself to you room,due to you having a thick curtains and the sun now in noon and that being directly above the base ,least to say you couldn't see shit. You swore you turned the light on when you just where in here,going to turn on the light on the desk near your cot set up you heard the door creak shut and click...locked.. within a moment of the heart stopping moment you had turned to face your attacker,only to meet the face of a Ghost mask..

Letting out a startled noise you felt your breath hitch as he leaned increasingly close to your face and then he spoke,his voice rough and grumbling,obviously pissed..

"Do you know what your doing to me Hound?"

Not wanting to find out you went to rush past him,only for him to block you with his body, narrowing your eyes as your heart pounded you went to take a step,only for him to ensure a harsh stride against you,forcing you to back up..and back and back you went until your back hit a hard surface. The wall...

Just my luck.

Letting out a scoff you then spoke,if he wanted to play a game,you'd play it.

"I don't know Ghost, WHAT exactly am I doing to you?"

You swore from how close he was to you that he felt his breath patter against you in a hitched pattern,as though he was laughing...

No he was laughing. Chuckling at you.

"You want to know what your doing to me? Your torturing me."

He then pressed his body closer to yours,taunting you almost,hovering over your body,as if to show how much bigger he was then you..and you decided to press back up against him,taunting him.

"And how am I doing that to you? Care to elaborate?"

You knew this was dangerous game to play..but..

Who said a little danger wasn't any fun?

You could just feel your heart racing,adrenaline going as you then felt his hands press itself against your shoulders,trapping you in place..

"If you say so"

And then all you could do was shudder against his touch as he spoke.

His right hand gliding down from your shoulder to your sides,gliding against your rib area,and then resting onto your hip bone area,his thumb grazing it back and forth like a bored child..

And his other hand slid itself up to your face,and roughly he gripped it,ensuring that he saw your face,your reactions to his words.

"The way you move, you speak, the way you look at me.. with those damned eyes...that damn look of hunger..want.. for something that you can't have yet."

You noticed his emphasis on the yet end...which caused your chest to spike and awake his right hand went and rubbed against your groin area,causing you to make a noise suitable to the moment and heat ti blaze against your face as he then whispered harshly into your Ears as he commuted to onslaughting you with his torturing touch as you grew hard with want against his touch.

"And I will show you what it is like to want that someone, that one thing, it's like a high you want but can't have..and I will show you what it is to not have it. You will have to earn now yeah?"

And just like that his hand left you throbbing and a gasping whined escaped your body with a breath you didn't even realize you where holding .. and then he gripped your face harsher,his lips mere inches from yours.

"And you will want. But you have to earn it. And I will torture,entrance you,just like you do to me" and with that with a gasping breath against your lips,he was gone,leaving you leaning heavily onto the wall of your room for dear life as your legs shook.

And he was right.

He was the drug,the high you wanted.

And now,he had you hooked.

Just like him.

In this little damn game of his.

'Adrenaline High'pt8.

👹 I hope everyone's day is going good! As well as the you all taking care of yourselves and I hope you enjoy the latest chapter.

Warning:cursing,mentions of violence and killing/blood, and NSFW(😌 yum)

Only the way the sound of your boots snapping off the floor of the helicopter sounded you to remind yourself of what had happened. What you did.

Two weeks you had been out on a mission and Simon did not make it any better with how you felt now or felt during it. He was always somewhere near you, whether it be behind you,next to you..or even the damned graze of a shoulder. The brush of a hand. A knee. And it was driving you mad. But now, you where tired. And felt dirty,as well as the fact of how the mission went.

The way the flames licked your skin as you set flames mercilessly to the ghost town that a cartel refraining precious cargo to terrorists alike: illegal firearms and drugs...lots of of them. And you utterly slaughtered anyone who stood in your way. You had enjoyed it. And that disgusted you bitterly. The way knowing that the earth was one last scum free. And the red staining your boots. And drying thickly in your hands and dancing on your tongue spoke to you like a whispering taunt. Almost teasing you with your enemies blood.

You remembered the gun shots. How you felt the blood soaking your clothes as you took down someone with a blade more than once or a gun shot at point blank...

Soap said one remark to you the entire mission,and that was after the mission. After you all had made your ways to the chopper.

"Now I see why they call you the Hound huh? A beast out there."

Beast.

Scoffing at the words you shoved past anyone who stood in your way as you weaved into 141s little section of the base and stormed to an open platform. Your body screaming as you leaned against the railing of the open platform as you heaved and let out a groan. Your throat burned.

You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't fucking breath.

Gasping shuddering breaths you dropped your rifle next to you. Not even bothering to give it as second glance or the though about having to return it to the armory for a moment. And so you leaned over the railing,your body shuddering and Choking on its own gasping lungs as the rain rammed onto you,soaking your every fiber... you could feel the metallic liquid that had stuck to your skin wash off...

Cleansing you...

Calming you...

Finally finding the ability to breathe a gasp of relief and life filled you again as your grip on the railing weakened and steadied.

"Fuck.. "

Inhaling deeply..and then exhaling you then shook your head and held back the bitter tears threatening to spill as you then looked at your now clean gun,also seemingly taking in what the rain had to offer as it pelted it surface as well as your skin with a sting.

Gripping to aggressively you then thundered your way to the armory,your wet clothes and agitated demeanor made most people walking past take a double look or scurry past.

You found your self practically taking your sweet old time with cleaning the rifle and your side guns as well as your blades.

Almost finding it peaceful to do so,cleansing.

Cleansing.

You never felt clean. You felt your skin twitch at the ache of knowing what blood didn't feel like it on it.

How thick it was.

How..warm..how it cooled...how it went from life..to lifeless.

Shuddering as you shoved your thoughts away and went on auto pilot..

And time passed.

And passed..

And passed..

Before you knew it you looked up to see the time before hearing a choked noise escape your lungs.

It was already 4 when you had arrived back..

And now it was 9... you've been here for over three hours...

And had cleaned most of the infirmary...

Shoving the blade you where cleaning back to its spot you rushed weakiky,feeling the after affects of the mission and how your body shivered from the soaked clothes you wore..and you found yourself sneaking into the 141 living quarters and found none in the room. And then a note read on the counter,clearly Mctavishes hand writing.

Reading your mood couldn't help but lighten as it wrote:

'We're out for drinks Y/n, your good to come when your ready if not there's prices left over Chinese from the other night if you want it'

Shrugging you smiled a bit,your face crinking at it before you decided to eat it later when you where hungry,now..now you just wanted clean clothes and a hot shower to scrub yourself clean of dirt,musty smells..and blood that lingered.

Approaching your room you opened the door and shut it behind you out of habit before you then noticed someone sitting on your bed..and an oh to familiar Ghost mask stared back at you..

"A little late to be coming back yeah?"

Startling back you sucked your breath in harshly before you spoke quickly as your heart rushed and pounded into your ears as the moon struck off him..

"What are you doing here?"

A little to quickly...made you seem..afraid of him? His face quirked to the left slightly as he the stood up,the cot creaking beneath his weight leaving it.

"Scared Hound?"

"Your not awnsering the question Simon"

"And your not awnsering mine Y/n"

You couldn't hold back the shudder that came from you ..either from the cold or how your name rolled off his tongue smoothly...causing more than enough goosebumps to replace the ones from the cold.

And then he approached you .and this time you didn't move. After a few strides he was hovering over you,his head tilted to the side Abit,reminding you of a confused dog almost.

His breathe smelled of tea,black tea to be exact and cigarettes..and something minty? You then flinched slightly as his hand came up to slightly tilt your head up toward him as he spoke,and you found yourself subconsciously leaning into his touch.

"I think you've been left teasing and driven mad for long enough yeah? I think you've earned yourself a little reward Y/n,don't you"

With a shuddering breath you nodded and watched as he leaned close to your face,you then found that the mouth cloth that covered his mouth to his neck was missing,leaving just his eyes and upper face covered. Taking in the blond tight curls of his growing out buzz cut and the way his slight blonde peach fuzz grazed against his skin..

Your body was buzzing alight as you stared his figure and watched as his eyes met yours and look crossed them. An exchange of knowledge? An understanding? But at that moment your weren't just a private and a Lieutenant. Not even two men.

You were just two Humans,trying to make the most on this planet,in the situations you where thrown into.

And then everything happened at once. The dark hiding your figures and his body still looming over yours mere inches from your face as his hand held it there.

And then, it happened.

Lips where pressing against your own with such importance,such neediness that you where both acting like you'd never get the chance to kiss again. And you didn't know if you would.

It was like sparks where pounding into your body and weaving round the air around you as you felt your body begin to buzz nimbly.

And then,you felt his hand that was now on your chin make its way to the back of your head and his other gliding down to the curve of your spine as your own danced along his body and one found its way to his shoulder and the other gliding and toying with the small curls that belonged to Simon. And just like that, as soon as it happened.

It ended.

Breaking it and inhaling harshly you looked at the piercing blue eyes that stared at yours,catching your breath with just a stare.

He was sickening beautiful now...

And bitterly he spoke. Knowing he'd be leaving to most probably meet the others at the bar.

"Wash up y/n, and meet us at the bar when your ready."

Knew it.

And with that He teasingly traced his hands in sync to up to your shoulders to Down your ribs and then resting at your hips. And then his face leaned dangerously close to yours.

And your swore you felt a peck on your head..

And just like that. Just like all the other times from before he has left you flustered and in the dark,and alone..and wanting utterly more...and driving you mad...

And then you shuffled and grabbed a suitable pair of ripped jeans you had and a black pull over and clean pair of socks and boxers. Kicking off your boots you rushed to the bathroom..and within the moments of you undressing quickly almost at gods speed into the steaming water you had swiftly rushed to wash your body and hair. Scrubbing off any bits of gunk or blood. And just like thar you where out of the shower and practically rushing to dry off and get dressed as the thought of what just happened danced in your head...

Swallowing harshly you then finished drying your hair and styling it the way you liked it you then returned to your room and threw on your boots. Not minding the little mud that remained thankful for the rain that had stopped as well...and out you went to the bar..

Once you've arrived you soon found your way to the table. Given the fact that a drunk Johnny and Alejandro where not hard to miss with a Ghost masked figure sitting and sipping his drink quietl..

Making your way to the seat across from Ghost you could feel his boots graze yours. Just adding insult to injury about the height difference between the two of you.

And soon a shot turned to two. And two turned three. And then three turned to four..

The Burning achol seemed to sooth whatever emotions had burned inside you about the masked man..

And before soon you all where shots and bottles deep and loosened up.

Even Ghost was feeling the tipsy affects of the achol..

And just like that the night had flown by and you all had found yourselves walking to the base drunkily laughing and joking in the cold dew nights air and the bright stars that shown proudly in the winter sky.

Feeling the frost nip at your ears you where soon greatful to have made it back to the living quarters..and as soon as Alejandro,Soap,Gaz and Price all had hit the couches to "watch a movie" and their shoes where off they had passed out cold ..all the while you and Ghost had found yourselves in his room sipping on the bottles you had taken home...and then you glanced over at him,only to find him utterly starting at you with such an intense look you had to look away..

And off to focusing on the floor below you and the bottle In your hand, and with an audible scoff and grunt Ghost had stood up he tipped his head back and slammed the rest of his bottle,wincing at the Burning achol that throbbed down his throat with his Adam apple dancing along his skin,and you watched from the tops of your eye lashes as he had shut the door and locked it. Before he turned to you..and then you felt yourself sober up almost immediately as your face went red and your head pounded...and you watched as Simon fucking Riley kicked off of his boots and loosely threw his shirt off revealing a very impressive build. He was obviously huge just by looking at him. But now seeing his upper figure bare to you..you could say that he was huge and utterly a unit. And then you weaved your sight away as you watched his hand go for his pants...and then looked up once your heard the bummed padding of socks strike the floor and watched as he had sat down next to you. Criss crossed..and then he watched you as you had downed the last of your achol.

And then by the time you had placed the bottle down and turned to face his sitting figure only to fin him sitting mere inches from your face. The smell of the achol you two had been drinking all night smelled in his breath...and just like that you watched his pupils dilate and expand as you caught your reflection in them.. and you turned away,almost hastily. Embarrassed? No you've had your fair share of military hook-ups...but this time..this time it felt..more than just a hook up and it spooked you.

You then watched him study you,watching you as you fumbled with your boots and kicked them off..and then you heard his voice rumble alive, "please..look at me.." his voice sounded weak,cracking almost...like a whine.

Did you just hear that right? Did you just hear Simon fucking Riley ask?..beg?..

Swallowing thickly for probably the millionth time tonight as you faced him and felt a grip slip into your belt loop and pull you forward toward him,and it was like your bodies where made for eachother as they spooned eachother..and soon you found yourself kissing Him as your straddled his lap,his hands finding themselves into your hair and gripping your waist,both of you sporting two very obvious hard ons.. And then he broke the kiss before tugging at you pants and looked at you almost like a lost puppy would. And with a gentle sigh you nodded and almost like clockwork he had tipped you onto your back and was now in the process of unbuckling your pants and pulling them off your body,leaving you to shudder at the cold air that struck your built legs as he tossed the pants to the corner of the room he then left peppered kisses on your neck before he then cradled your back and scooped you up,leaving you to cling to him by your legs at his hips as he held you up and carried you to his cot amd then towered over your body...and then you shuddered against his touch as his hands creeped under your black pull over and danced alongside your scars of battles before and your hardened physique from the years of service whipping it into shape,causing your back to arch against his body as he practically used his large body to cage you in as his hands traveled down to your boxers and with a single tug your hips lifted off of the cot and allowed him to expose you to the cold air...and then his right hand dragged down past hips...

And within a moment your body was shuddering at the teasing touches..and with just that desperate but hungry...lustful..primal stare you got from Simon.. alone...you know you where in for a long night

'Adrenaline high' pt 9.

I'm fr bugging with finals before break 😭

Warnings: NSFW CHAPTER!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"S-simon please!"

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

His.

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks.."

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

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

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

"I love you..."

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

This was a mutual understanding between two humans...

This was....

Love?

'Adrenaline high' pt 10.

Warnings:foul language and slight nsfw

Hey everyone ! I hope you're all doing OK! And good and swell in this time for the holidays :) sadly this chapter will be the ending chapter for this bitter sweet story BUT DONT FRET THERE IS A KONIG X MALE READER THAT WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW OR CHRISTMAS 👀

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Anyhow, enjoy this last chapter of this little spice of life :)

Simon stirred away in the sunlight, streaming down onto both your still figures, your bare backside pressed elegantly tightly against his bare chest as you slumbered,taking in the heat of the larger man who watched your sleep peacefully. He then felt his hand shift from your side down to your hips and began to gently slide his hand up and down your side,as if he was forcing himself to remember your touch against his, how your sides dipped and how your curves felt and how the daring mountains of ribs that where moving from every breath you drew mightly moved beneath his touch.

He cooed at you and watched it silence as he felt at peace..but not just at peace.. alive. He felt utterly alive and steady with you right now. And he didn't want to let that feeling go. Not now,not ever.

And he watched as you stirred,grumbling with a whine as you peered over your shoulder at him and broke a light grin at him and shot a quick, 'morning' to him as you rolled onto your other side to face him, and he found his hand placing it self onto your waist and pulling you closer to him, watching you envelope yourself into his warmth. And he spoke, with such a rough morning voice that it stirred you to fumble your morning demeanor and scramble to refind it. "Well, good morning to you too"

And that's when you looked up to see his supirsed and smirked expression on his face, and then it dawned upon you....the sudden realization that he wasn't wearing his mask... and you took in the sight of his face, your mind memorizing a million times over in the short span of such a few seconds. The way his growing out blonde buzz cuts tight curls matched him perfectly in a way... the sigh of his eyes...piercing blue and utterly memorizing you..and his nose..that looked to be defiantly broken a good few times over seemed to be perfect to you... he was perfect to you ..and that's when your gaze found its way to the scar on his thin,pinkish, chapped, and rough lips.. it traveled from the base of his left jaw with his face stubble, and it traveled up through a part of his lef side of the lips revealing part of his gums and teet,especially the canine teeth of his..and it utterly amazed you and looked...utterly beautiful on him.

"Your beautiful..."

The words left your mouth and left you stunned at what you said as your heart stopped before restarting in spasms as you realized what you had just said... and you watched as his gaze went wide before it softened as he replied to your voice.. "God's I love you." His voice cracked as he spoke..like he was afraid of saying that aloud..like he was afraid of even putting it out there to anyone..to you...

And then that single phrase made you think..and then you mouth opened and a single phrase that came out of your mouth made you want to slam your head into a wall.

"What are we?" It was fast,sudden..nervous.. afraid perhaps of what Simon would say?

All you knew is that He smirked and replied with such a crooked smirk that it made you shiver Beneath his gaze as his brows quirked up.

"Well..what do YOU want us to be hm?"

Fuck.

You then thought before beginning a mindless ramble to yourself in your mind before you suddenly spoke, quickly, as if you where afraid of the ability to speak to leave you before you two had stopped talking.

"Well,let's see, we both fucked,we're cuddling,we've saved eachother a million times. You make me nervous,I can feel your hard on rubbing against me, and we're in YOUR bed.. so..what does that make us Simon?"

"Well..thats makes you my Boy yes?"

My boy..

His..

Your his...

And him yours...

You then nodded and snuggled closer to Simon's body and breath with him,listening to his steady heartbeat with the comfortable silence surrounding you two.

As of right now, you weren't just two humans.. hell, you two weren't just "The Hound" and "Ghost"..you two were just, "Y/n" and "Simon"

Two humans just trying to find where they belong.

And you belong with him. And he belongs with you. Together, and you had found a high better than any drug, him. He made you feel.. safe, perhaps? And you..you made him feel alive, secure.

Both of you had found your own Adrenaline High amongst each other, each both making the other alive and moving...

And well... you both knew that the journey from here on out..

As you both laid in eachothers arms,both drifting back to sleep smiling...

That this was going to be one hell of a ride....

I hope you all enjoyed this small, lengthy ride of a journey as much as I have with this story, and don't fret! Like I said, there is one with Konig and you coming soon enough! Possibly in two days,and requests are always open :)

But thank you all that enjoyed this story and are going to look and find it it in the future. :) until tomorrow everyone.

'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.

'Pompeii ' pt2.

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

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

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

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

Looks like you were in for a dog fight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"HES OVER HERE"

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

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

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

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

"Choppers inbound Soap get some air into him!"

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

"Breath"

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

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

'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.

'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...

IVE NEVER SEEN ANY OF THIS PERSONS CONTENT BUT THEY HAVE MY FULL SUPPORT

Fuck them lazy ass bitches 😭 how can you write a whole novel but too lazy to put the gender of the reader.. I was peacefully reading a fanfic and then i got bump with "Good girl" or "Baby girl" MAN. IF I CAN WRITE A FANFIC I'M GOING TO BUMP YOU BITCHES WITH "Y/n pull out his big fat cock" ONCE I LEARN TO BE BETTER AT ENGLISH AND BEING ABLE TO WRITE A FANFIC IT'S OVER FOR Y'ALL.

Pls the Sigma x reader was soo cute😭. Thank you so much for writing my request! And don't apologize for taking long to weite it, it's completely understandable and stuff happens😁

Omg thank you for being so understanding I really appreciate it so much