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Breaking & Entering

This scenario was previously discussed and agreed to between you and Ghost. Everything that happens in this scenario has been carefully planned and talked about.

CW: (I tried to keep anything that might seem like dubcon to a minimum- reader does enjoy what is happening to them throughout the entire scenario!) mean! Ghost, teasing, pet names (doll, dolly, angel, angelface), talks of free use, creampie, mentions of multiple creampies, overstim, multiple orgasms, ghost plays the role as a stranger/burglar

“Are you sure, doll?” Your husband asked, caressing your cheek gently as he looked down at you. You held his hand into your own, leaning into his warm touch. “Of course hun, this was my idea.” You smirked, blushing slightly as scenario after scenario played in your head. The previous day, you brought up an idea to your husband to try and spice up your bedroom life.

You two had always discussed the idea of role playing, even watching films together to try and get inspiration. However, all that really came up was pizza delivery men, plumbers, etc. all too cheesy for you both. Then, you remembered what your husband did for a living. He’s probably broken into many homes, kicking in countless doors, all that. So, why not do something similar?

You two were making dinner together when you brought up the idea. Your words taking Ghost by surprise, though, as always it didn’t show on his face. “You want to, what?” Ghost put the knife down on the cutting board, giving you his full attention. “Act like a burglar love! But, instead of taking the money, you take me instead. Yeah?” You gave him a mischievous look, taking a step towards him and placed a hand on his chest. A low groan escaped Ghost, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you so he could kiss you properly. That night you two discussed what would take place, not completely as you wanted to keep an element as surprise for fun. Ghost assured you that if he was being too rough, you were completely free to use the safe word at anytime.

Today was the day, Ghost had left the house for personal reasons, but one of the surprises was that you’d never know what time he’d come home to act out this scenario, if he wanted to, he could come into the house not making a single noise, which is exactly what he’s planning.

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You were folding laundry on your bed, your favorite playlist playing in the background. It was a pretty relaxing day, you got a lot done. You cleaned all the dishes, vacuumed, even mopped. Once you were done with your laundry, you’d be able to relax for the day, aside from making dinner. It was around late November, so the sun was already beginning to set by the time you were folding laundry. What you didn’t know, is that someone was coming to intrude on your plans for that day. A tall and dark silhouette began to grow over your half closed door as the figure got ever closer to you, the music playing masking what little noise the figure made as he opened your door.

You were too preoccupied with folding laundry to notice the heavy breathing behind you, until you felt the warm breathes on the top of your head. You quickly turned around, but as soon as your eyes locked on the tall figure, a skull mask meeting your eyes, both his hands came and grabbed you.

The tall man pulled you into him, your back meeting his chest, he sat you down between his legs as he sat at the edge of your bed, one arm wrapped around your throat, his other hand on your forehead to keep you completely planted on his chest.

Your hands came up and clawed at his arms, kicking your feet and even trying to bite him, all fighting in vain of course, not like you wanted this to stop.

The first sound that came from the mysterious intruder was quiet shushing, the hand on your forehead trying to bring some faux comfort as his thumb gentle rubbed up and down.

“Wh..What do you want?” You finally asked, still clawing at the arm around your neck, more like a vise to keep you in place than to add pressure to your airway. “Money? I..I have money!” The man shushed you again, this time more assertively. You stopped talking, your breath extremely shaky, but you couldn’t help but notice the slight tingly feeling in your gut and between your thighs.

“I don’t want money, angelface.” His voice was very deep, and raspy, you noticed the British accent that rang through the room, not helping with the situation between your legs.

“I want you.” Quickly, the intruder manhandled you, moving your body on his lap the way he wanted to. The hand on your forehead came off, now that entire arm wrapped around your waist as he moved you slightly to the left, the other arm that was around your neck now off, the hand on that arm coming to your face, squishing your cheeks together and leaned your face up to look at him better, or rather, his mask.

It was an all black balaclava, a skull stitched onto it, but you could see two beautiful dark eyes surrounded by black makeup underneath. You could see the lust that glazed over the man’s eyes as you finally looked at him completely, you looked like a deer in headlights to him; big glassy eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“Me?” You asked in confusion, though your voice slightly muffled from the grip he had on your face.

The man leaned down closer to you, and you finally noticed just how much bigger this man was compared to you, his arms almost like a cocoon around your body.

“Yes you, dolly, I’ve been watching you.” He moved your face from left to right, examining you as if he’s never seen your face so close before. Mumbling a, “s’pretty” before he spoke up again, “watching you s’much, wanted to rob you, but you just looked so cute, wanted you instead.”

The look you gave him as he spoke confirmed that you were as into this as he was, making him chuckle and smile under his mask, he wanted to tease you. “You like this, dolly? You like a dangerous man like me, breaking in like I own the place, n’ telling you how pretty you are? Hm?” You couldn’t deny that this was all definitely turning you on, how could you? That deep voice, those big hands and veiny arms, those sweet and sinful words.

You nodded shyly, looking anywhere but at the burglar, not wanting to face him.

The man gently tapped your cheek, muttering a, “look at me.”

Your heart rate started to pick up, you were way too embarrassed to look at him.

The hand on your face now letting go and now latching onto your neck, the arm around your waist letting go slightly, a hand now coming up and resting on your chest.

“Look. At. Me.” You couldn’t ignore the way your thighs clenched at his demand, his voice going down an octave. He couldn’t ignore it either. You swallowed thickly and finally looked at the man again as he demanded, looking even more pathetic to him from your embarrassment.

He knew in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to see if you sound just as pathetic too, taking the opportunity and quickly pinched your nipple, causing you to let out a surprised gasp and slight, quiet groan.

“Oh dolly,” he sighed, your noise going right to his dick, “you have no idea how dumb I’m going to make you tonight.”

Without a second thought, the man stood up and threw you onto the bed, taking his shirt off and looked down at you, chuckling again as he saw your eyes rake up and down. “Like what you see?” He teased, grabbing your ankles and lifting them onto his chest, wanting easier access to you. The tall man leaned down, one arm snaking underneath you, the other planted next to your head.

Without a second thought, the man lifted his mask to the bridge of his nose, and dove in to kiss you on your neck.

Sure he thought your little whimpers were cute, but he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

Soon those little kisses turning into nibbles, and those nibbles full on hickeys and playful bites.

You tried your best to hold in your noises, and he did think your efforts to withhold them were admirable, but he was just too eager. The hand that was on the side of your head slowly traveled down your body, finding your underwear and made quick work to rub your most sensitive spot.

Finally an actual moan escaped you, a satisfied sigh leaving the man, “finally,” he whispered into your neck, “you sound so sweet dolly, bet you taste s’ sweet too.”

Both his arms retracted back to him, looking down at his work, pride swelling into his chest as he saw his bites all over your neck, already red and purple.

Then, he gripped the underneath of your knee, pushing your legs closer to your stomach as they spread for him. You felt his bulge press against you in his pants, a very noticeable blush rising on your face as he felt it.

The man saw your embarrassment and chuckled again, “not yet pet, fragile thing like you needs prep.” You then felt the man’s large gloved hands rub you over your underwear, somehow knowing all the right places to touch and rub you, choking on your moans and wiggling your hips from the way he played with you.

His other hand slapped your thigh, not enough to make you wince, but enough for you to get he message that he wanted you yo stay still.

“Oh fuck, m’ trying promise..” you whimper, gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he rubbed a particularly good spot. “Oh please, more?” You asked, stomach shaking from your jittery breathes.

“More? More what?” The man asked, wanting you to beg and use your words.

“In me? Need you, please?” You really tried to use your words, but the magic fingers this man had was molding your mind into useless puddy. The man then looked down at the wetness between your legs in consideration, but decided to indulge you since he knew you were already going dumb. He scooted back to give himself room, pulling your underwear down your legs and threw them on the floor, now having full view and access to the complete mess he caused.

Now his full attention was on your sensitive bits and his goal was to make your mind completely melt at his touch. Eagerly both his hands delved between your legs, one of his hands paid attention to your most sensitive bundle of nerves, the other teasing the outside of your hole, stopping completely when you squirmed too much for his liking. This went on got what felt like hours, when really in was about twenty minutes of nonstop pleasure and teasing, only to completely stop when you were mindlessly begging for him to get inside you.

“Need more,” you whined, lifting your head and looked at him with tears threatening to spill down your flushed, pink cheeks. The most depraved part though? Twenty minutes of his teasing and he never let you cum, not once, not yet.

Ghost gently tapped your bundle of nerves, making you jolt and gasp, your breathing beginning to shake again.

“You know you need use your words, dolly.” He grumbled, hands leaving you as he stood back up, taking his belt off.

The sound of metal clinking caused you to lift your head to watch as the man began to take his pants off, seeing them fall to the floor as he was now only dressed in grey boxers.

The imprint of how snugly his cock was pushing against the fabric made you feel like you were drooling, you could already tell it would be enough to make you lose your mind.

He noticed how mesmerized you were with him, he also noticed how you slowly started to get up on the bed. The tall man crossed his thick and veiny arms over his chest, his eyes following you as you placed your hands on his hips.

He knew what you wanted to do, but you were getting too cocky for his taste, you felt confident enough to get up off the bed without him telling you to, coming up and touching him as you wanted. Nuh uh.

His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing as a hand quickly grabbed your neck, squeezing tightly for your jaw to start feeling fuzzy; only letting go when you began to claw at his arm, throwing you back onto the bed once more.

Ghost hastily took his boxers off, grabbing your legs and lifting them both onto his shoulders, a hand shaking down behind your head and gripped your hair at the roots, tugging down to present your neck to him.

You could feel his large cock rub against your hole teasingly, his hips rocking against you deliciously. “You think you can get whatever you want? Think you can touch me when you want?” He asked, shaking your head ‘no’ for you with your hair, his tone mockingly sweet as he said, “no, no you can’t, poor thing.”

You winced and whined from the white hot pain from your scalp, growing ever wetter from the pain. You felt like you were going to cum if he just put the tip in, your mind was foggy, barely any thoughts running through your head, all you wanted was to cum, you’d do anything for it.

Fuck me,” you whispered, another moan leaving you as the man began to bite at your neck again, the rocking of his hips and his cock rubbing against you getting a bit faster. “Fuck me, please, do anything t’ cum,” you begged, you were so desperate for it you were willing to throw your dignity out the window.

Your hands came up and gripped his shoulders, then wrapping around his neck before you finished by saying, “use me, fuck me, please I’ll do anything just..just let me cum.”

Ghost was very pleased, he hasn’t even fucked you yet and you’re already begging for him to use you, and he was going to show you just how easy it is for him to use you exactly how he wants, to move you like the little doll you are for him.

Grabbing you again by the neck, he turned you so your stomach was on the bed, then grabbing your hips and lifting them in the air, placing his legs in between yours to keep your spread open for him, and he finished by grabbing your arms, both his hands grabbing your upper arms in a vise.

Leaning over, his breath was back on your neck, “want me to use you? Yeah?” He ever so gently and slowly put his tip at your entrance, putting the tip in like he had all the time in the world. “Could use a new toy like you, ruin you over and over all I want.”

Ghost took one last deep breath before he plunged the rest of his cock inside of you, bottoming out without a care left in the world, but, he didn’t start thrusting yet. He needed one more thing from you before he could.

“Just say yes, and you’ll be a little toy for me, one I can fuck and ruin whenever I want. My own personal cum dump, a toy I can unload time and time again till my heart’s content. Say yes and you won’t have another thought in that pretty head again.”

You were crying at this point, your legs already shaking, you could taste your orgasm on your tongue, you felt like screaming you were so desperate. Frantically you nodded, saying “yes” and “please” over and over again.

Ghost shushed you again, and then finally after all that waiting, began to thrust into you. There was no time for him to be gentle with you, he knew you needed to cum, and he knew he wanted you to be absolutely dumb and fucked out.

His pace was both hard and fast, if anyone was to walk in they’d think Ghost hated you the way he battered your hole. Big gloved hands dug and squeezed your arms, dwarfing them compared to him. Your head hung low as you didn’t have the strength to keep it up, pathetic moans leaving your mouth as the burglar in your house used you how he wanted. Quickly and suddenly your orgasm finally came, a silent scream escaping you as your body became ridged, legs shaking and threatening to give out as the man was so kind as to fuck you through it.

He could feel your legs shaking, clicking his tongue in pity as he knew you couldn’t stay up. Letting go of your arms, he let your upper body drop onto the bed, your hips still up in the air. Ragged and shaking breathes leaving your mouth, body occasionally twitching. After a minute, you tried to get up off the bed, only to be shoved back down by a hand on the back of your neck, knowing what you were feeling was the tip of his cock back at your entrance.

You whined and tried to crawl away from him, only to feel the man grab your thigh and pull you back to him, growling a, “not going anywhere. Having properly used you yet.” Ghost then got into position, sitting up and leaning over your weak body, one hand wrapping around the back of your throat to keep you in place, the other resting on the bed next to you.

He resumed his brutal pace on your fucked out body, keeping you in place as he used you for his own pleasure. He could feel that his own orgasm was coming around, looking down and fully indulging in how wonderful you felt around him.

“Want me to come back, dolly? I know you’re, oh fuck, you’re home all day. Come back whenever I want, s’ tight- use you how I want, where I want. Y’like that?” His thrusts were getting a lot quicker, but with a lot less rhythm, not like you really cared or noticed, being too lost and dumbed out on his cock to really think. “Y’want the big bad burglar to have his way with you again? Come back to use n’ ruin you load after load?”

Your only response to his pleasure induced ranting was just loud moans, the occasional curse being the only words you can form.

Finally, you felt his hips stutter, finally pounding into you a lot more slowly, but hard and with purpose. You felt the man spill his cum inside of you, fucking it into you and keeping you plugged with his cock for a moment.

And when you thought it was over, he just began thrusting again. You cried out, another orgasm reaching you as you felt this had lasted forever. “Mercy!” You cried, gripping and pawing at the bedsheet beneath you.

Ghost let out a low laugh, lifting your head by your neck and placed a loving kiss on your cheek before shoving you back down on the bed. “My dumb dolly wants mercy? I think you just want another load.”

*sigh* the feminine urge to kiss a big beefy man so he calls me pretty

Stupid idea that I thought up half asleep

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who got you pregnant when you two were teens (17)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who got yelled at by your father for getting you pregnant and band him from seeing you again

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who immediately went through all stages of panic. Got his ass beat by his father, before getting his shit together and start providing

Baby Daddy Ghost! And you were force to married

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who sent his first paycheck to you without even saying a word

Baby Daddy Ghost! And you fought because you two were scared

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who was there in the delivery room and was too stunned to speak and just nod along to what the nurses said, stared at his baby daughter until the nurses took the baby so she can lay on your skin.

Baby Daddy Ghost! who didn't let you drop out of school because he knew you had a bright future.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who went into Butchary so you could go to college (your parents were more opening and caring and help baby sit your daughter unlike his)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who come back from work and cradle his daughter and sleep with her.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who went into the military for his own purpose which you agree he should go into. (did college through the military)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who spend that summer saving Tommy and be more of a family man

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who divorce tokep you safe after his family was slaughter and move you into a rural place in England and keep a low profile when visiting you and his daughter. (remember he’s consider dead, visit at night and don't really leave the house to continue to deception your a widow)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who spends all his time off with your young daughter on his off time, (sends most of his money to you even if you have a good job he want to provide and your money can be use as fun money.)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who becomes more authoritative figure once she becomes a teenager and has to vet every man or woman she dated.

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who only tells the task force once they saw his personal phone’s lock screen (photo of his daughter on her birthday changes it yearly) brought her around and turns out she's a volleyball player (got some of simon’s height)

Baby Daddy Ghost! Who gets a little sentimental seeing his daughter playing volleyball in the national youth lead

so about baby daddy!Simon does he love reader? was it meaningful sex that started it or was it just a childish fling?

He surely was head over heels. First serious girlfriend, as a mama’s boy he wanted to be better for his partner and lover. It was a drunken moment, both thinking they know what they were doing.

When reader got pregnant she immediately hide it until she finally broke. They both freaked out reader told their parents. They did break up for a few month as they argue what to do, Simon wanted to keep the kid but it was mainly up to Reader. Simon talked to his mother, and after that conversation he immediately went to reader and they sorted things out.

When Simonfound his dead family he immediately drove to his house and killed one of the assailant. That was when he know its time to split up. Technically reader is a widow but between the two of them they are divorced.

Simon still loves reader, dearly he doesn't date still to some extent staying loyal.

can we have more stuff on baby daddy!Simon before the military? and before the divorce?

Definition of a girl dad. Extremely proud of his daughter no matter how his father demeaned him for not having sons like him. His daughter was a quiet well behaved baby which lurned him into wanting a second kid, but further along when he and Reader were financial stable.

You have birth at freshly 17, and it's likely Simon went into the military around 18 to 19 after 9/11. So he has 1 to 2 years before the military.

Ghost dropped out of high school he wasn't the best at school more preoccupied. He did take summer courses to get his GED, when reader have time to look after the baby.

He worked long hours, and come home exhausted and let the baby sleep on him reminding him why he was doing what he was doing. Simon is a kind man, before all the trauma maybe a little bit of a pushover quiet kid. On his days off he takes his kid off to playgrounds, shopping, walks. Was the one who saw most of her early first, first words and first walk.

Simon sacrificed a lot for reader and the baby, he knew Reader was fair smarter than him, and help reader find the perfect college even though it was a little far.

When 9/11 happened he felt his calling and went to reader and said he wanted to join the military, but didn't want to leave her with a young toddler.

She told him to follow his calling, the same words he used on her.

In all Simon went into the army as a loving husband and father, following a high call.

Baby Daddy Simon headcanons

Reader! Who films their daughter special moments from games, to birthdays, holidays so Simon can watch

Baby Daddy! Simon who always values his life so he can always go home to see his daughter

Baby Daddy! Simon who will answer every call reader and his daughter makes because no matter how small the reason it means everything to him

Reader! Who lets their young daughter film herself talking talking to her dad. It's mostly her rambling about her day.

Baby Daddy! Simon who keeps every single video he is sent and leaves long voice mails to his daughter

Reader! Who takes so many photos so Simon can feel like he's watching her grow up

Baby Daddy! Simon who tears up when he watched his daughter win her first volleyball game and seeing her scream with joy

Baby Daddy! Simon who immediately begins to lean about volleyball for his daughter sake

Baby Daddy! Simon who becomes pashonite about the game and spends hour talking to his daughter about it

Baby Daddy! Simon who was there for national watching from the back

Daughter! Who saw him and begin to play extra hard to impressed him

Baby Daddy! Simon who order food to the house so the three of them can celebrate

Does Baby Daddy! Simon still love reader? Does he ever wish they could have had more kids so their daughter could have siblings? I just need the knowledge if he still loves reader even though he divorced them for their protection 😭

Also, really obsessed with your nontoxic baby daddy! Simon headcanons 💕💕

Oh my god thank you! I know Simons is rough and can be scary but I 100% believes he couldn't hurt his family or partner, from his voice lines he wants to be better, wants people to be better than who he is.

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Yes 100% since Reader love him for him, he wishes he still could be married.

Simon doesn't date and if he does it to further the idea he is a single man who never been married or have children, Soap and Gaz have tried to hook him up with girls, theirs a running gag to see how he rejects these woman.

He still sends flowers to Reader on valentines and on their anniversary. Both Reader and Simon don't remarry or date even though they divorce, they still obviously love each other.

If they stayed married I see him having at least a son and two daughter and a dog for a pet. You know he be the dad every boy or girl is scared by except for his kids.

I see he would have a son who likes airsoft guns who likes motorcycles. A sporty oldest daughter who probably fights him on the boys/girls she dates and the youngest daughter who's super girly, always have panted nails. And a chihuahua German Shepard mix (aka a chihuahua with the coat of a German Shepard).

I definitely think on better days Simon does think about having a bigger family, being a family man, but those are only dreams.

Baby Daddy Simon

Reliving fond memories

Warnings: 18+, Smut, P in V, romance, mention of drinking

Whisky is the best remedy for a lost soul and the heart's desire.

He smelled of whisky.

You know what that means when he smells like whisky.

You can never tell him no. Not when those soft lost brown eyes stare right into your soul. The sadness melds into heated desires.

"Happy anniversary love," Simon whispers his hand pulls you in, and with his other handing you a bouquet of flowers. You know he had a few drinks, he did so every anniversary after leaving you, you think it's to build the courage to not fully face you.

You take the bouquet and try to pull it out of his grip, but he doesn't let you slide away from him. He buried his face into your hair before peppering her face with light kisses. You hate when he does this but at the same can't help but want it.

You often fantasize about your life before, living life not in hiding. To have Simon in your life proudly rather than sneaking around like star-cross lovers.

"Don't do this to me," You whisper It always brought you heartache afterwards. You slip from his grasp and set the flower in a vase before turning back, “(D/N) Will be coming back around dinner time—“

“That’s plenty of time love,” He whispers pulling you into a slow passionate kiss, You knew he still loved you, from the way he clung to you. His fingers interlocking in yours, how his eyes just searching for you, only you. Simon picked you up effortlessly sitting you on the counter and kissing you as if he was going to suck your soul from your lips, it almost felt nice being desired,

"Simon-"

"we're alone." He whispers, his lips ghosting yours as they part into a slow smile. It’s all in his eyes.

Desire.

Before you know it you’re in your bed— your marriage bed, the one Simon bought and assembled, the one that he helped move to your new place. The same bed you two sleep in here and there.

Simon kissed every inch of your chest as he moved downward, his callous hands pawing at your breast kneading it like he used to when it was painfully swollen before your daughter was born. Your back arched as the cold air-conditioned air hit your skin with his trailing kisses. Simon’s bare shoulders were always scandalous to look at, a man who always covered up seeing him bare-chested is always intimate.

Intimacy was the only thing he cherished more in sex, that and the vulnerability making loves bring. He had locked the bedroom doors, just in case. His hot wet kisses left shivers and goosebumps down to your pelvis, pulling your panties off and dropping onto the floor. Sex was something that Simon took seriously, he knew every inch of your body from what makes you wet, gasps, and pull at his hair.

His tongue swirls around your clit, lapping up at your wetness as he pressed his face further into it, his gaze possessively at you, lust, love, and pure desire staring back up at you. “You’re so pretty, Love,” You gasp and throw your head back, legs locking his head in place as you cum around his tongue. You let out a hoarse gasp and almost guttural moan. Simon chuckles and crawls forward giving you a sloppy kiss his tongue licking at your bottom lip.

You stared down at his cock, your mouth waters, it always waters for it. You almost felt like a virgin again, it’s very rare for the two of you to sleep together. He slowly eases into you, the ethereal feeling of someone you love filling you up, and the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. His movements were never rough or painful.

His spread is repetitive and you couldn’t hide your voice anymore, the low repetitive snap of his hips, the incoherent mumble of love, down to the way he smelled, everything was just heavenly.

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@yawnderu it’s a long time coming…..

Thinking about how Baby Daddy! Simon be the type to drop everything if you call or his daughter. If you need something fix he’s the man, will be there in ten with his tool box. He hates seeing you get scammed by anyone and insist he does it himself.

Baby daddy! Simon will also intimidate any strange men or boys who’s are stalking you or his Daughter. He is scary dog privilege.

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Request are open

Baby daddy Simon

Things go array and it test Simon’s resolve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baby Daddy! Simon who by himself cried silently

Baby Daddy! Simon who Except you to hate him forever

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

Request are open!!

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

Not well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How would Baby Daddy! Simon if Reader get's into another relationship?

Jealous. Jealous. JEALOUS!

That man is fuming, but he can’t do anything, it was his idea to separate.

Like why are you dating if you still have him?

He isn’t going to sabotage your date or scare him off, no he’s gonna do anything better than the guy.

Joke aside

I don’t see reader falling in love with another man. Simon is still around, in volved, and still active. To some degree you syill feel married tp him.

Hell he do anything for you and do you.

Omg I immediately fell in love with your babydaddy!simon fics🫶🏼🫶🏼

do you think them having a baby has affected their sex lives? Especially at the beginning when their daughter was really young and they were still together?

Thank you so much!!!

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Yes.

50% young parents too tired because a new born is a lot of work. Other 50% too scared, they does not need or can afforded a second child.

It takes awhile to get back to sleeping together. And for Simon it’s more out of deep love for the mother of his child.

Simon thought reader was pretty before and even after birth when her body isn’t the same it was still Gorgeous to him.

Sex isn’t rough it’s deep and passionate. This man make love as if it’s the last thing he can do.

Above the Ruins | one

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

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In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English. Two

Five days... Five damn days I've been hiding in an old abandoned building for a long time. Two days ago, my food ran out, and yesterday, my water. The desperation of starving to death or being hunted by those damn creatures haunted me. Stay here and die or risk going outside and also die. Trust was not something I had in abundance.

Looking through the window on the second floor, I observed people - or what was left of them - slowly walking, making strange sounds as if they were suffering. Maybe they truly were, but who isn't in these dark times? Look at all the chaos that has been happening in the past years.

Three or four years ago, a virus took over a small town in the south of the country. It started small, people with high fever one day, and the next day, they were eating their dogs and their children. And then even the dogs rose, along with the newborn babies, and sought food. Or rather, people. It was an outbreak, within less than a month, the city was overrun, then the country, and soon after, the world. At first, people were studying cures, but now? I have no idea. I lost contact with other survivors a long time ago.

Feeling my stomach growl for the tenth time just today, I decided to go out and try to find something to eat. The emergency stairs were safer since I only had a nail-studded bat to protect myself. I descended carefully, trying not to make too much noise. The city was hot, it seemed peaceful, as if nothing bad was happening.

Reaching the ground floor, I quickly looked around and decided to follow the main street. I couldn't go too far; the lack of food and poor nutrition in recent years hadn't helped me maintain my weight. I feel almost like one of them.

I walked slowly to a nearby grocery store, entered, and closed the door behind me. They were clever, but they still couldn't open doors. The store was a mess and almost empty. Luckily, I found a match, a canned corn, and a city map. Someone had surely passed through here.

Several months passed, and with them, my food was gone. I ended up going into the forest when I heard gunshots and those zombies running, like a herd. It was safer here, but also more scarce in resources. I felt myself growing weaker every day, colder than normal, and my clothes became looser. Maybe I'm starving to death.

I took the map I had and looked for the nearest river. Damn, it was about a four-day walk. I grabbed my backpack, which luckily or unluckily was light, and started my long journey. I tried to ignore the strong stomach pain, my trembling and aching legs, and the dizziness caused by lack of food.

The days seemed the same, during the day I walked as much as I could, and at night I tried to sleep as much as possible. Exhaustion consumed me. After some time wandering through the dense forest, I began to feel dizzy, my legs trembled and ached. I leaned against a bush, seeking shelter in case a zombie found me. It was hard, cold, and uncomfortable, but exhaustion overcame me, and I ended up falling asleep or maybe passing out.

...

Ghost walked cautiously and suspiciously through the dense forest. The only sounds that could be heard were the hoots of owls and the crackling of dry branches under his feet. He liked to search for supplies at night, as he could move through the dark corners of the forest and catch unsuspecting animals. When he heard a faint noise, resembling a moan, coming from a nearby bush.

With caution, he approached, holding his weapon ready to shoot if necessary. To his surprise, he found [       ], a young woman with a frail and malnourished appearance, huddled among the leaves of the bush. Her eyes conveyed fear, and her appearance showed the sufferings the young woman had witnessed in recent years.

Ghost quickly let his instincts guide his actions. He lowered his weapon and extended his hand.

"It's alright, you don't need to be afraid," he said, trying to sound gentle and reassuring.

[       ] looked at him with suspicion, but her need and exhaustion spoke louder. She quickly grabbed the hand of the older man, and he helped her to stand, revealing even more the precarious situation in which the young woman found herself. Her clothes were loose and dirty, her wrists thin, cheeks sunken, and her hair disheveled.

Realizing her situation, Ghost handed his water canteen to the young woman and quickly searched for food, finding a protein bar.

"I'm trying to find a refugee center. You can come with me if you want."

The young woman devoured the small bar of food as if her life depended on it.

"Refugee center?"

"Yes, some time ago, I received a message from one of my former coworkers. A refuge center has been established, and some survivors managed to reach it. I've been trying to find it for a few months."

The young woman looked at him. Ghost was tall, had broad shoulders and strong arms. A black mask covered half of his face, and his eyes were stained with some black paint. She didn't know if she could trust that man, but her options were scarce, and she knew she wouldn't survive much longer if she continued to live like that.

"I'll go with you."

"Alright. My name is Ghost."

"[       ]."

"I have a hideout not far from here. Let's go."

The young woman nodded and followed the tall man.

The cabin was old, and smoke rose from the chimney. Upon entering, she saw the crackling fire in the fireplace and a torn sofa with a messy blanket on top.

"Here," the man tossed a military jacket over her shoulders, and she quickly put it on.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome. It's just my job. Or it was."

"You were in the military?" Ghost nodded.

"How have you been managing in these past times?" he asked with curiosity.

"Not very well," she replied, her head bowed.

"Better than most, believe me. I'll get something better for you to eat."

"Please."

Ghost gathered a few more protein bars, canned soups, and more water. He handed everything to her and felt a tug at his heart seeing her eat so quickly.

Once satisfied, Ghost allowed the young woman to sleep on the sofa, as she seemed more in need, while he settled on the dusty floor.

"How old were you when all of this started?" he asked.

"16."

"How old are you now?"

The young woman thought, a long time ago she had lost track of time. She didn't know how old she was at that moment.

"I don't know," she whispered.

"19 years old," he replied, looking at her. The young woman looked at him with a confused expression.

"Three years have passed, and I barely noticed," [       ]'s eyes filled with tears, but she held back, not wanting to show vulnerability.

"Don't worry. There's still time to enjoy life. There are still many things waiting for you. This isn't the end," he tried to sound hopeful.

"And you? How old are you?" Ghost laughed.

"I'm 43 years old. I was a lieutenant in a task force. I retired some

time ago. A few months ago, I managed to get a signal and contacted my old comrade, who told me about the refuge. He and other survivors from the armed forces organized everything and are taking care of the survivors. I just don't know exactly where it is, but I have leads."

"That explains a lot. Thank you for helping me, Ghost. I hope one day I can repay you."

"You're welcome. I'm just doing my job as a human being," he squinted his eyes, giving the young woman the impression that he was smiling.

She slept well that night. She deeply believed in that man, seeing him as her protector, and Ghost felt the need to protect that young woman. These three years without seeing anyone had changed him. And he didn't hate it.

notes: This is my first fanfic posted on Tumblr. It's a bit short, I apologize. The story was also posted on AO3 and Wattpad. Please let me know if there are any spelling errors. I hope you like it!

Acima das Ruínas | Dois

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader masterlist Em um mundo devastado pelo caos e pela ameaça dos mortos-vivos, dois destinos se entrelaçam de uma forma inesperada. Ghost, um ex-militar endurecido assombrado pelos horrores da guerra, encontra [leitor], uma jovem perdida e desolada. Com sua experiência e determinação, Ghost decide ajudá-la, e juntos embarcam em uma perigosa jornada em busca de um centro de refugiados. notas: Inglês não é minha primeira língua, e inicialmente escrevi esta fanfic em português. Com a ajuda de recursos online, reescrevi em inglês. Um - três​

The other day, [name] woke up like never before in those three years. She feels like she finally slept well, without worrying about zombies.

"Good morning. I set aside water and soup for you," says Ghost.

"Thanks, Ghost!" [name] replies.

She quickly eats and goes outside, where she finds him. He's training with his back turned, improvising a bar on a tree branch. His muscles flex, his big arms with veins bulging due to the strength he's exerting to lift his heavy, muscular body. The girl feels a burning desire for the older man, a strange feeling for her, but not unfamiliar. She has liked guys before, but never like this.

When he finishes, [name] looks away, suddenly feeling warm.

"We need to go to the city to find food and clothes for you," says Ghost. The girl looks down, seeing her ragged pants, the giant military coat, and her bare feet.

"Yes, we do," she replies, giving a shy smile.

They took what they needed, like the rest of the water, weapons, and ammunition. The walk to the city was long and exhausting - at least for the girl. She was panting and dizzy. Her body was still far from healthy, with little weight and tiredness. Upon reaching the city, they sneaked through the corners. Everything was destroyed, and only the wind's breath and distant moans of zombies could be heard.

Ghost walked fast and determined, leading the way. His hands already on his weapon, prepared in case he needed to act quickly. [name] struggled to keep up, trying to ignore her sore feet.

After hours of endless walking, [name] felt her legs give way beneath her. She tried to lean against a nearby wall, but her body was beyond the limits of exhaustion.

"Ghost," she whispered, weak and trembling.

Ghost, already alert, stopped and turned quickly. His eyes narrowed when he saw [name] struggling to stand.

"Damn it, [name]! You should have said you were so tired," he said, impatiently.

[name] tried to speak, but her strength abandoned her. Her eyes closed slowly, and her body fell to the ground.

Ghost approached her in the blink of an eye, a mix of concern and anger evident on his face. He knelt beside her, checking her breathing and pulse.

"[name], wake up!" he exclaimed, trying not to let the worry show in his voice.

However, seeing her remain motionless, a wave of panic surged through his body. He gently shook her shoulders, desperate to bring her back to consciousness.

"[name], don't do this to me," he said, filled with anguish.

In a moment of vulnerability, Ghost let out an expression of genuine concern, revealing a glimpse of his true personality. He was more than just a tough shell; he cared deeply for [name], even in that short period they knew each other.

Ghost scooped her up like a bride and started walking again through the streets until they reached a gas station with a convenience store. He entered, placing the girl on the floor with his coat over her head, and returned, locking the door behind him.

After agonizing moments, [name] finally opened her eyes slowly. She blinked several times, trying to focus on Ghost's figure before her.

"Ghost... Sorry... I'm so tired," she whispered, her voice weak.

Ghost let out a sigh of relief and carefully helped [name] sit up. He wrapped his protective arms around her, providing support and comfort.

"You don't need to apologize, [name]. We're in this together, okay? I'll take care of you," he said gently.

[name] nestled into Ghost's embrace, feeling safe and protected.

"Rest for now, I'll see if there's anything useful here," Ghost said. The girl nodded and laid down.

Not long after, Ghost found canned peaches, sardines, and beans. He also found cases of water, sighing at the impossibility of carrying them all. Then he headed to the clothing section, where he found a long-sleeved blouse, loose-fitting pants, and a pair of boots that he thought would fit the small figure lying not too far away.

"[name], wake up! I brought clothes for you," Ghost called out.

The girl stirred and slowly got up. Ghost handed her wet wipes to clean herself, water, and the energy bars he had found. He then went outside the store.

...

"Ghost!" she called.

He turned around, seeing that the clothes fit her quite well.

"Shall we?" he said, approaching and offering his arm for her to lean on.

"Thank you again for taking care of me," [name] expressed her gratitude. Ghost didn't reply, but through his eyes, [name] noticed that he was smiling.

"Sorry for the question, but why the mask?" she suddenly asked, curiosity taking over.

"Old habits."

"Because of the task force?"

"Exactly," he replied, providing no further details, but still leaving the girl very curious.

They continued their journey together, with Ghost leading the way and always paying attention, stopping whenever he felt [name] was pushing herself beyond her limits.

…

They arrived at the hideout around two in the afternoon. Ghost lit the fireplace and put the beans to warm.

Ghost observed [name] with a serious and determined look. He knows that for her to survive in this world, she needs to be prepared and stronger.

"We need to work on your strength and combat skills," he said with a serious tone. "It will be necessary to ensure your safety. Let's wait a few days for you to recover your strength, and during this time, we'll train together. It will be necessary for us to reach the refuge safely."

[name] looked at him with a mix of apprehension and trust.

"Alright! Shall we start today?" she said excitedly, making Ghost smile.

"No, not today. Let's rest, and tomorrow morning, we'll start."

They sat together after eating, sharing stories of their lives before the apocalypse. G looked at the crackling fire for a moment, his eyes glimmering with melancholy.

"I had a teammate," Ghost said in a slightly hoarse voice, piquing the girl's curiosity about the mysterious masked man's past.

Ghost sighed and began to tell the story of one of his army comrades. He described Soap as a strong and courageous man with a unique sense of humor and a generous heart. He talked about the dangerous missions they had undertaken together and how they relied on each other in life-or-death situations.

"Soap was a true friend," Ghost said with admiration. "He was always willing to risk his life to protect others, and he had an incredible ability on the battlefield." He shared various stories and jokes they had shared. Ghost never thought he would miss Johnny so much and how he hoped he was doing okay. He would never admit it, but he saw his friend as a big brother.

[name] listened attentively, fascinated by the story, nodding and laughing. She imagined the adventures that Ghost and Soap had lived, the challenges they faced, and the victories they achieved together.

However, as Ghost continued, his expression grew darker.

"I managed to talk to him a few months ago, but I lost contact," Ghost said, his voice faltering a little.

"I'm sure he's okay, Ghost. You said he was a skilled man," she said, placing her hand on top of Ghost's.

"Yeah, I hope so," he replied, squeezing the smaller hand.

As the night approached, they prepared to sleep, wishing each other goodnight and falling into a dreamless slumber, at least for the girl.

Ghost suddenly woke up with a start, sweat dripping down his face. He had just dreamed of [name], lying in the middle of the street, her body bruised and cut, her few clothes torn and exposing her. The girl was whimpering, saying she was hungry and cold, but Ghost couldn't move to help her. Zombies appeared and gathered around the emaciated figure of the girl. Now, Ghost couldn't see her anymore, he only heard her cries for help.

His heart was racing, and his breath was heavy, indicating he had had a nightmare. He looked around, trying to calm himself and remember where he was. Upon realizing he was in the improvised shelter beside [name], a comforting feeling washed over him.

Carefully, Ghost got up from the mat and walked silently to where [name] was sleeping. He watched her for a moment, her face peaceful and serene, illuminated by the faint moonlight coming through the makeshift window. A wave of affection and protectiveness filled Ghost's heart.

He decided to lie down beside her, being careful not to wake her up. He settled under the covers, feeling the comforting warmth of the girl's body close to his. He wished he could ward off the nightmares and painful memories that haunted him,

but he found solace in the reassuring presence of the girl.

As he nestled beside her, Ghost felt [name]'s calm breath on his face and the gentle beating of her heart.

And so, embraced, Ghost fell asleep, finding peace and solace in the arms of the smaller girl, who was now awake with a silly smile on her face as she hugged the bigger man.

...

The next day, Ghost woke up determined. He woke up [name], and they had the best breakfast they could manage. Determined to teach her how to defend herself, he began planning their first training session.

They met in an open area where Ghost had improvised a training space. He explained that the goal was to teach her basic self-defense techniques and strengthen her body and mind.

He started with a simple warm-up, asking [name] to stretch and do light exercises. He wanted to prepare her body for the challenges that lay ahead. The girl followed Ghost's instructions, striving to keep up with each movement, giving her best even as her body was still recovering.

Next, Ghost introduced resistance and strength exercises, always alert to any signs of exhaustion in the younger one that showed she was reaching her limit. He set up a series of circuits that included push-ups, squats, sit-ups, and running around the space. He explained the importance of keeping the body in good physical shape to face the dangers of the outside world.

Ghost then moved on to hand-to-hand combat training. He demonstrated basic punching, kicking, and blocking techniques, explaining to [name] the importance of attacking accurately and defending efficiently. They practiced the movements repeatedly, with Ghost providing instructions and correcting [name]'s posture and gestures.

After the physical training, Ghost proposed mental training. He took [name] to a quiet corner and began teaching her breathing control and concentration techniques. He explained that the mind was also a powerful weapon and that the ability to stay calm and focused in stressful situations was crucial.

As they spent hours training together, Ghost noticed [name]'s gradual progress, even though she had to take several breaks during the training. She was becoming more agile, more confident, and stronger. He felt a mix of pride and relief to be able to help her prepare for the challenges to come.

"I'm proud of you. I have to admit, you did better than I thought you would. Impressive."

[name] smiled, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. She knew there was still a lot to learn, but she was grateful to have Ghost by her side, guiding and supporting her. She hugged him, leaving the man slightly uncomfortable, but he soon embraced her back.

That day, they realized they were becoming an even stronger team. They knew that with training, determination, and mutual support, they could face any challenge the world threw at them as long as they were together.

In the following days, Ghost continued to teach her how to use improvised weapons like sticks and knives. He demonstrated the proper moves and guided her to gain confidence in her own abilities.

Beyond physical training, Ghost also emphasized the importance of vigilance and strategy. He shared his past experiences and taught [name] to observe the environment, analyze possible threats, and act with caution.

As the days went by, [name] grew stronger and more confident. She performed the exercises with determination and persistence, overcoming her fears and limitations. Ghost was always by her side, encouraging her and praising her progress.

He also taught her about the importance of teamwork and mutual trust. They practiced combat strategies as a duo, honing their coordination and communication skills.

Over time, the girl transformed into a stronger and more resilient version of herself, leaving behind her pale and fragile appearance. She developed not only her physical abilities but also a survival mindset and an indomitable spirit.

Ghost proudly watched [name]'s growth and felt satisfied knowing that he had helped refine her into a courageous survivor. Together, they faced the challenges of the post-apocalyptic world, relying on each other and supporting one another to overcome all adversities.

notes: This is my first fanfic posted on Tumblr. It's a bit short, I apologize. The story was also posted on Wattpad (in portuguese). Please let me know if there are any spelling errors. I hope you like it!

Acima das Ruínas | Três

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

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Em um mundo devastado pelo caos e pela ameaça dos mortos-vivos, dois destinos se entrelaçam de uma forma inesperada. Ghost, um ex-militar endurecido assombrado pelos horrores da guerra, encontra [leitor], uma jovem perdida e desolada. Com sua experiência e determinação, Ghost decide ajudá-la, e juntos embarcam em uma perigosa jornada em busca de um centro de refugiados. notas:  Inglês não é minha primeira língua, e inicialmente escrevi esta fanfic em português. Com a ajuda de recursos online, reescrevi em inglês.

Dois - Quatro​

Vários meses se passaram e [ _ ] ficou mais forte a cada sessão de treinamento do Ghost. O peso aumentou, voltando a um nível saudável. Suas costelas não eram mais tão visíveis e seus braços não eram mais tão esqueléticos.

As the days went by, Ghost taught [_] about combat, hunting, weapons, and survival in general. All the knowledge he had gained from his time in the army was passed down to the younger one.

He felt proud of how the girl fought to survive in the end of the world. And [_]'s admiration for the older one grew stronger over time.

They had grown very close in the past months, and their connection had grown stronger. The cold shell of Ghost was breaking.

"Let's start packing up. We're leaving tomorrow. We need to get closer to the shelter," Ghost said determinedly, looking for more clues about the place.

"Are you sure?" [_] was unsure. As much as she felt stronger, she didn't know if she would still be a burden to Ghost. She also wanted to protect and help him.

"I'm more than sure. You've surpassed yourself in these past months," he praised, making the girl nod and smile.

They began to pack their things, taking only the essentials: food, sleeping bags, water, and weapons. [_] didn't know how to use weapons yet. Ghost thought it would be a waste of bullets, so he made a bow and arrow for her. She was skilled; she had good aim and could even take down smaller animals like rabbits.

Nightfall approached, and they lay down - this time, lying together - to wake up early the next day and begin their most challenging journey.

"Rest well. We need energy for tomorrow," Ghost said with [_] now lying against his chest.

"You too," she said, lightly rubbing his defined chest, feeling his muscles through the cold shirt he wore. "Goodnight, Ghost!" she said, falling asleep.

"Goodnight!"

…

As the sun rose, Ghost and [_] began their journey. They were headed for the city and then on to the north, trying to avoid zombies as much as possible.

But avoiding didn't mean they wouldn't encounter any. They walked through the forest towards the city and spotted a group of three zombies. [_] grabbed her bow and arrow, hitting one and quickly grabbing another arrow to kill the other two.

"Nice!" Ghost said proudly, smiling at the shorter one. They continued walking, avoiding any larger groups of zombies.

"Ghost, what if we find a car?"

"We can try to find one."

They walked through the buildings, searching for a car they could use. Most were stuck amidst other cars or were broken down.

While exploring the outskirts of a building away from the city center, they found a car in an open space.

"Ghost, look! A car!" exclaimed [_] pointing to the vehicle, its paint dusty and windows covered in dirt. They cautiously approached, ready to face any threats. The car was merely dirty and could easily be moved. Luckily, the door was open, and the keys were inside. Likely, the owner had been one of the victims.

Ghost started the car, the loud sound a welcome music to his ears. [_] excitedly got in, placing her backpack in the back.

…

They had been on the road for hours. The day was perfect, with the sun shining in a clear blue sky. It wasn't too cold or too hot; it was just right.

"Do you think we'll find the shelter?"

"Of course, we will. Once we get there, I'll try to contact the others, so we'll know exactly where they are."

"I'm scared, to be honest."

"Don't worry, we'll be okay," he reassured, holding [_]’s smaller hand.

After that, they didn't let go. Throughout the entire journey, the girl was acutely aware of the larger hand holding hers. She played with the veins on Ghost's hand, warm and rough, but still comforting. She felt the same way she did on the day they first embraced and slept together. It was a whirlwind of emotions.

She paid attention to every detail of the man. His blue-green eyes, his slightly blond lashes, his broad shoulders and strong arms. The way he held the steering wheel with his remaining hand, as the other was interlaced with his own, lightly squeezing. She yearned for him desperately. She wanted to see him without the mask and clothes, to see the real him.

"What are you looking at so much?"

"Nothing," she said, turning her face away.

"[]," Ghost said, slowing the car down and leaning closer to [_], cupping her face with the hand not on the wheel, lowering his mask, and kissing her lips.

She could have died right then, and she wouldn't have complained. Feeling his slightly chapped lips and the roughness of his beard made her tremble inside. Fireworks went off in her mind. Their lips moved slowly, unhurriedly. They savored the texture and taste of each other.

They pulled apart, their faces flushed and breathing quick. The girl broke into a genuine smile, feeling embarrassed and happy.

"We need to do this more often," she said.

"Yes, we do," the older one agreed, smiling slightly, putting his mask back in place.

…

They arrived in the city not long after. The city was like all the others – complete chaos.

Abandoned cars and houses, people turned into animals chasing after human flesh.

They parked the car near an off-white house that appeared to be closed. They entered silently, being careful in case there were any zombies inside.

"I'll check upstairs," Ghost said, and [_] nodded.

She moved through the living room, avoiding the sofas and the fallen table. Entering the kitchen, she encountered a zombie – a man. He was larger than her and attacked as soon as he sensed her scent.

The girl dodged his strikes, realizing that he was different from all the other zombies they had encountered. This one seemed stronger and more intelligent.

He punched her in the face, causing her to fall onto her stomach. He grabbed her by her backpack, making her let go immediately and fall again.

The zombie began destroying everything in the backpack – food, clothes, and the communication radio. In desperation, she leaped onto him, trying to hit him with a knife from the countertop. But she was thrown against a cabinet. She quickly composed herself and went after the zombie again, attempting to strike. Upstairs, Ghost heard the loud noise and quickly descended, shooting the zombie twice.

"Are you okay?" he asked, extending his hand to help her up.

"I am, thank you! I could have killed him quickly with one of these," she said, pointing to Ghost's gun.

"I don't have enough bullets to waste trying to teach you, unfortunately."

They removed the body and put it outside the house, closing all windows and doors.

"I'll try to contact someone. Where's the backpack?"

"That zombie destroyed everything. I'm sorry, Ghost!"

"What?" he said, slightly louder and irritated.

"He ended up grabbing the backpack, and I couldn't stop him," the girl said, growing desperate at Ghost's sudden change in behavior.

"You can't protect a damn backpack? It's no wonder you were nearly dead when I found you. And now? What are we going to do?"

the older one shouted.

"We look for another one. There might be one in an electronics store, I don't know," she whispered, frightened by Ghost's outburst. She knew she had done something wrong, but she didn't expect him to get so angry.

"We? You're the one who's going to look for another one, not me. And you better find one quickly."

Acima das Ruínas | Quatro

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader masterlist In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center. notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Three - Five

"Okay. I'll find another one!" [_] said with teary eyes, grabbed her knife, and headed towards the entrance door. She knew she had made a mistake, but she didn't think Ghost would get so angry about it. It's not like she was to blame – that zombie caught her off guard, and the same could have happened to Ghost, right? She wanted to believe that, but she knew it wasn't true. Ghost was too careful and skilled to make such a silly mistake. She was angry at everything and just wanted to quickly find another communicator.

The girl walked for a few minutes, sneaking between cars and buildings. Going in and out of stores in search of a working communicator, not some toy that barely functioned two meters away. Now she understood why Ghost had gotten so angry – finding a radio that could communicate on different channels wasn't easy. She also didn't consider that she probably wouldn't find a military communicator casually for sale in some random corner store.

The zombies didn't seem to have great eyesight; they relied more on noise and smell, except for the one at the house. That one was different. Its sense of smell was undoubtedly better than the others', and it was ridiculously fast.

After a few more steps, she decided to rest and find something to eat. There was a small market with only two zombies around. She sneaked up behind one of them, who was near a car, caught him off guard, and slit his throat. The other one, a bit further away, seemed to notice and turned towards the girl.

She walked slowly towards the market's entrance while the other zombie moved towards its now-dead companion. She felt bad for a moment; it was difficult to kill them, knowing that they were once people with their whole lives ahead of them. What had their lives been like before all of this? Did they have spouses, partners, children? Their pets safe inside their homes, still waiting for them to return?

This world was being cruel to all of them. In the end, everyone just wanted to survive – the zombies, the uninfected people. With her thoughts in chaos, [_] reached the entrance of the little market and entered with a loud thud of the door.

Like any other food-selling store, this one was completely destroyed. People went crazy at the beginning of the virus outbreak. They stormed into places in search of food, intending to return home, thinking all their family members were safe, only to find their spouse devouring their children.

The girl walked slowly amidst the mess, trying to find something edible when she heard a noise. She walked slowly towards the sound, already holding her knife and ready to put all of Ghost's teachings into practice.

Hearing the noise again, [_] turned around quickly, coming face to face with a tall man – not as tall as Ghost, but still tall – pointing a gun at her. He had a mohawk and wore military clothes.

"Lower the knife," he commanded.

"Lower the gun first. I don't want trouble, I'm just looking for supplies," she tried to sound confident.

"What's your name?" the man asked, lowering the gun after seemingly pondering for a few minutes.

"[__], and yours?"

"Soap." Soap? What a strange name. Wait…

"Soap? Like Soap from the military?" she asked, surprised. It couldn't be the Soap that Ghost had talked about, could it?

"I'm famous, and I didn't even know it?" he asked, laughing.

"I met one of your teammates." Ghost would be surprised by this. The girl was now excited. Still upset about how Ghost had reacted to her mistake, but if that hadn't happened, they wouldn't have encountered Soap.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Ghost, you know, the guy with the mask."

"What. This must be a dream. Where is he?" he said, now completely excited and relieved.

"He's in a house not far from here."

"And why aren't you with him now?" he seemed suspicious.

"We had a fight. I lost his communication radio, and he got really mad. Now I need to find it, but I haven't found any, and I don't think I will." She said, defeated.

"It's not easy to find a military radio in regular stores. Luckily…" he raised an identical radio to Ghost's.

"Oh my God. Ghost won't kill me anymore. I mean… you'll lend it to us, right?"

"Of course. Take me to where he is. He must be looking for Price to find the sanctuary."

"Yes. That's why."

"Ghost can be tough sometimes, but he's a good man. So, did he talk a lot about me?" Soap chuckled.

"He said you were a good friend," she said, laughing.

"Really? Well, it seems that all of this situation has softened the heart of the enigmatic Ghost," Soap said, smiling.

"Ghost," [_] shouted as soon as she entered the house.

"I hope you found another radio," he said, coming out of the kitchen with his weapon still hanging, looking angry.

"Better than that," the girl said, laughing, making Ghost raise an eyebrow.

"Hey, Ghost. Long time no see!" Soap entered cheerfully.

"No way. You're alive?" Ghost seemed to be laughing judging by the position of his eyes.

"Of course I am. This beautiful lady recognized me." Ghost looked somewhat indifferent. Her heart stung a little; he was still mad. "I hope you spoke well of me to such a pretty lady," he said, winking at her.

"Don't start, Soap."

"What? It's not every day we see such a beautiful lady, especially in the situation we're in. Or… oh my God, you two are a thing."

"It's not…" [_] tried to speak.

"Yes, we are. Now stop showering her with your charms." She might faint now. So, they were a thing? Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

"Okay, okay. Only a pretty face like that could win over our Ghost," Soap teased, provoking.

"Ghost, he has a communication radio that we can use. Sorry for destroying the other one."

"It's okay. I should apologize to you for getting so angry when it wasn't even your fault. I know you did your best back there. I'm proud of you," he seemed to laugh.

"Thank you, but I also had the best teacher, and without that, I wouldn't have found Soap."

Night fell, and a small fire was set up in the middle of the room while a can of soup heated up.

The girl leaned against Ghost, whose arm was around her smaller body. Soap stirred the soup and cracked lame uncle jokes, but it lightened the mood. He also didn't hide mischievous glances at Ghost and [_], receiving disapproving looks from the latter. It was good to have another person around, and Soap was quite entertaining.

"So… how did you two meet?" Soap asked curiously.

"I found her almost dead in a forest," Ghost replied nonchalantly.

"Hey! I wasn't almost dead," she said, giving a dirty look to the older man.

"No? You could barely walk."

"It's not easy to survive alone without any weapons, you know."

"I know. I'm just teasing you. You did a great job for someone who didn't even

know how to stab someone."

"So, Ghost was your savior?"

"In a way, yes. I can't deny that if it wasn't for him, I probably would have died or turned into a zombie."

"We decided to come here to try to talk to Price, but we couldn't, and then the radio accident happened," Ghost said.

"I get it. I managed to talk to him about two weeks ago."

"Where are they? Are they all okay?" Ghost asked, trying not to show his anxiety.

"Yes, they are. They're on a mountain, but I don't know the exact location. The conversation got cut off when Price was about to give more information."

"Damn."

After the soup was warm, they ate, then went to the second floor of the house.

"There are two bedrooms. I'll stay with [_] in one; you can take the other, Soap."

While [_] wasn't there, Ghost cleaned the rooms as much as possible for them to settle in. They were initially going to clean just one, but he thought she wouldn't want to sleep with him because of the fight, so he ended up cleaning both. Luckily.

"Alright, folks. See you tomorrow. Don't make too much noise." Soap said, making both their cheeks burn.

"Shut up, Soap," Ghost said, pulling the girl to the other room and locking the door.

"Don't mind him."

"Okay. I liked him… Ghost, sorry again for what happened earlier. I know I wasn't careful enough…"

"You don't need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have let my anger control me, and I should have gone after you. I was irresponsible," he said, holding her face in his hands, lightly running his thumb over her cheeks and looking into her eyes [eye color].

[_]'s heart raced; Ghost's deep green eyes seemed to be peering into her soul. She had to tilt her face due to his greater height. His fingers were rough with slight calluses, but they were perfect nonetheless. As his hands met hers on her face, Ghost leaned in, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues danced, and the need grew stronger. Ghost's hands left her face and moved to her waist, gently squeezing it, causing the younger woman to gasp and deepen the kiss even more. The room seemed to get warmer, her whole body craving Ghost. She ran her fingers through his overgrown hair, causing him to lightly grip her waist and butt. Both of them were drowning deeper into desire.

"We should stop. This isn't the right place or time," he said, still giving small kisses to her parted lips.

"I need you so much," [_] said, seeking the older man's mouth with desire.

"I know, beautiful girl. But we can't. I promise I'll make it up to you once we're safe," he said, ending it with a kiss and guiding her to the bed. They embraced and kissed the entire night. They couldn't imagine going through all of this without each other. They were each other's safe haven.

Acima das Ruínas | Cinco​

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

masterlist

In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Four - Six

In the morning, the sun rose with its warm light, painting the day with a pleasant atmosphere, although they couldn't escape the tension surrounding them.

Upon waking up, I noticed Ghost was absent from the bed. I went downstairs and found him and Soap engrossed in a conversation while examining a map.

"Good morning! Any news?" I spoke, trying to maintain optimism.

"We have an idea of where Price is and where the safe haven might be located," Soap said seriously.

"Really?" My curiosity was piqued.

"Yes. They call it Aurora Peak, where there's a military base," explained Soap.

"It seems like the safest place for them," I commented, assessing the information.

"And what about the distance?" I asked.

"It's a bit far… About an 8-hour drive. On foot? Well, only God knows," Ghost admitted.

"It looks like we have a long journey ahead," I murmured, already feeling exhausted just thinking about it.

"And we're not even sure if Price is there. We could risk going further from our true destination," Ghost expressed his concern.

"You're right… The most sensible thing would be to try to contact Price," Soap agreed, closing the map. "Well, I'm hungry."

"I am too," I said, realizing my stomach was complaining.

"I'll try to set up an improvised stove. Soap has some canned soups," Ghost grabbed old pots and grills, and the result was surprising. The food was warm and felt like a complete feast given the circumstances.

✧˖°₊

We decided to turn the house into our shelter for the time being. It was risky to go out without being sure the safe haven was there.

We did our best to secure the house, boarding up windows and reinforcing the keyless doors.

After having a meal that resembled breakfast, we realized we were running out of canned food for the coming days.

"We need to get more," Soap said, looking at the four canned soups we had left.

"We could go now since we have nothing else to do."

"I and Soap will…"

"What? Why?" I was surprised.

"It's not necessary for everyone to go."

"Everyone? There are only three of us. There's no reason for just the two of you to go."

"Why do you want to go? Stay here and rest."

"I don't want to rest, Ghost."

"Well, do whatever you want then."

"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not!" Ghost started to get annoyed.

"Yes, I am!" I approached him, shouting.

"You're not going, and that's final," he said with the same intensity.

"Why not?" I shouted.

"Because I don't want to lose you," he shouted. "Do you know what I felt when I saw that zombie on top of you? I thought he had hurt you, that I would have to kill you because he bit you…"

"Ghost…" I said more softly.

"Please listen to me. I'm begging you. Stay here…" he calmed down a bit.

"I… I understand. I worry about you too."

"I know, but I'm stronger than you, and I can take better care of myself. I'm not saying you're weak, quite the opposite. But I worry a lot about you, [name]."

"Ghost… I just want to help."

"I know, but I can't help but worry. I'm afraid a zombie could get you again. I'll feel more at ease if you stay here…"

"Alright, but just this time. You need to trust me."

"I do trust you. I just don't trust those disgusting Freaks."

"I'll stay here then."

"Thank you!" Then he hugged me.

✧˖°₊

Ghost

"She's got you wrapped around her finger, Lieutenant."

"Shut up, Soap."

We were heading toward a market that Soap had found before we met.

"So, how did you two meet?" Soap asked.

"I found her in the woods."

"You really like her…" Soap said.

"I just… worry. I can't help it."

"Well, don't try to, but you need to give her a chance. I bet you taught her some moves. She'll know how to fend for herself."

"I did teach her, and she's good, but before we fought, and I told her to leave, a zombie attacked her. That's how the communication radio got destroyed. I got mad, and when I realized she had really left, I went crazy…"

"The good thing is she found me."

"That worries me too. What if it wasn't you? After I started worrying about her, I realized I can't just worry about zombies, but also about another survivor… you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get it. You're right, but still."

"There are a lot of zombies here. I doubt there are many survivors. She'll be safer at home."

"You know what? She won't accept that every time, right?"

"I know. I need to learn to control myself, but… the fear I feel just thinking about losing her is too much."

"Look at that, Ghost in love. I can die in peace now," Soap teased, laughing.

✧˖°₊

[name]

After Ghost and Soap left, I practiced my aim. I wanted to get stronger so that he wouldn't worry as much. I believe he has some trauma about this, but I'm not sure. I read once that soldiers acquire many traumas throughout their careers.

I also went upstairs and checked. Miraculously, the shower still had water. It wasn't hot, but it was enough to get clean.

After a few hours, I heard knocking on the door. I approached it slowly with my knife ready to attack, if necessary.

"[name]? Are you okay?" I heard Ghost's voice, filled with concern.

"I'm fine," I said, smiling as I opened the door. "I was afraid it wasn't you."

"We brought plenty of food. We won't need to go out for a while," Ghost came in and put his arm around my shoulders as he led me back to the living room.

"There were many of them there?"

"Many. I doubt there are many survivors here," Soap said.

"I brought some clothes for you and things you might need," he handed me a black bag.

"Thank you, Ghost. While you were gone, I checked upstairs, and the shower still works."

"This house must have its own well. I'll check if the water is clean," Soap said, heading outside.

"You take a shower first," Ghost suggested.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. If we're lucky, we might even get a full shower. I brought soap and stuff for you to wash your hair…" he rummaged in the bag, showing me. "I also brought sanitary pads and other things you might need."

"Thank you, Ghost. Now that you mentioned sanitary pads, I realized it hasn't been that time of the month for months…"

"It could be due to malnutrition. Now that you're getting healthy again, it should return to normal."

"Yeah, you're right."

I put everything back in the bag.

"All set! The water is safe, and it won't run out anytime soon. This family definitely had money," Soap said excitedly.

"Thank you, Soap. I'll go first, okay?"

"Of course, miss. Go ahead!"

So I went upstairs and had the best shower I could imagine. I washed my hair and every inch of my body. I let the cold water envelop me, closed my eyes, and pretended that everything was fine. Our world was still the same. There were no undead in the streets.

Coming back to reality, I started to dry myself and looked at the clothes Ghost had brought. There were shorts, shirts, and a thicker jacket. There were also jeans and a hoodie, which was wrapped with… panties. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realized he had thought to bring panties for me.

I can't deny that it will be useful. I don't want to get an infection.

I put on some warm clothes and went to the room where Ghost and I slept because it was late in the afternoon. I put my things in the wardrobe and went downstairs.

"That was the best shower of my life…"

"We're at Alcântara Base…"

Ouvi uma voz vinda do rádio de comunicação que Soap havia trazido consigo, junto com os dois homens que pareciam crianças que tinham acabado de receber o melhor presente de suas vidas…

Above the Ruins | Six

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

masterlist

In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Five - Seven

"We're at Alcântara Base…"

I heard a voice coming from the communication radio Soap had brought along with him, accompanied by the two men who seemed like kids who had just received the best gift of their lives…

"Is it just you two?"

"No. Ghost has a girl" Soap says, smiling as he looks at Ghost.

"That's great, guys! If possible, I'd like to speak with her…"

Descending the rest of the stairs, I approach the radio.

"Sir?"

"Please, no formalities… What's your name?"

"[name]"

"Alright. [name], you're with two of my best soldiers. I want you to trust them and yourself. The way here is compromised… lots of undead roaming around, but we're managing to keep the survivors safe."

"Are there many survivors?" Soap asks.

"About 2,000 here, but more keep coming. We're getting a higher number than expected. We're also in contact with other shelters and the numbers are looking good. I'm hopeful."

"That's great, Captain" Ghost compliments.

For the first time in years, I felt hopeful. Just a bit more and we'd be closer to some semblance of the life we had before.

I looked at Ghost, smiling in relief, and he seemed to reciprocate through his eyes.

✧˖°₊

"According to Price, the best route is through here," Ghost points to a spot on the map.

"Do we have enough ammunition?" Soap asks.

"I hope so… we don't have much choice. We have food, weapons, and water. We'll leave in two days. Rest as much as you can!" he orders.

I sat on a couch farther away, feeling useless at these times.

"What are you thinking?" Ghost approaches, asking as Soap heads upstairs to shower.

"To be honest, I'm scared and hopeful. It's hard to explain."

"I understand. It's been years of loneliness and confusion, hasn't it? And now it seems like everything is falling into place and that everything will be resolved," he says as I nestle into his chest, listening to his heartbeat and smelling his scent.

"I'm afraid of not making it to the shelter, of not being useful on the way, and putting us in danger."

"[name], don't worry so much. You were trained by the best, remember?" I feel his chest move with what sounds like a laugh.

"Smartass."

"But I'm serious. We'll make it, you'll see. Soap is a great soldier too, we'll protect you and help you if we think it's too much for you. But you were really good in training, you'll be a great help, you'll see."

"I hope so…" I sigh, snuggling even closer to his warmth.

After a while, we returned to the room, and Ghost went to shower. He returned without his mask and with wet hair.

He was arranging some things in the closet while I sat on the bed, admiring him. Ghost had a very masculine appearance. Sharp jawline, straight nose, and mouth with some scars. Not to romanticize what he went through, but they made him even more handsome.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"You're handsome."

"Do you think so?" he asked, laughing and lying down on top of me.

"Yes, I do," I laugh, kissing him.

"We'll get through this. You'll see," he said, giving me one last kiss and then pulling me into his embrace.

✧˖°₊

[Ghost]

I wake up and go downstairs to find Soap.

"Good morning, LT!"

"Good morning, Sergeant!"

"Is the girl still asleep?"

"Yes. She's worried, and to be honest, so am I."

Ghost rubs his hand on his covered face and sits down.

"I don't know what to do, Jhonny."

"Did you teach her how to shoot?" Soap asks, sitting next to the lieutenant while offering him soup.

"No. I didn't have many bullets."

"Look, I have an airsoft gun. I think I can teach her with it if you allow me. Of course," he chuckles sarcastically.

"Sure, Jhonny. You have my permission," Ghost says, laughing.

"I'll respect you and your girl, LT. Don't worry."

"I never expected anything less from you, Sergeant," Ghost said, joining in the banter. "Why do you have a toy gun?"

"I thought it might come in handy at some point. I was right," he said, laughing and grabbing the gun.

✧˖°₊

"It's not hard, miss. Just aim a bit higher than what you want…"

Then [name] shoots with the toy gun.

"Why isn't it hitting the target? I don't understand," I hear [name] say, and I laugh at her impatience.

"You're not keeping your hand steady. When you shoot, your hand moves out of position and misses the target. Keep your hand steadier."

"I see…" then she shoots again, closer to the target this time.

"Good job, miss!" Soap praises her as they high-five. "Now try shooting farther. This gun is a toy, but it simulates a real one quite well. Don't worry, it won't be much different."

Then she shoots and hits one of the cups farther away on the table, letting out an excited squeal.

"Did you see that, Ghost?" she asks, looking at me.

"You're doing great, pretty girl," I compliment, making her smile even bigger.

After a few shots, her aim was even better.

"I think you're ready, miss."

"Thank you for helping me, Soap. It means a lot to me," she says, giving Soap a friendly hug.

"No need to thank me, [name]," he says, returning the hug.

"Now, both of you need to rest. We'll leave the day after tomorrow, don't forget!" I interrupt, handing them the soup I heated while they were busy.

"Thank you, Ghost," Madison thanks, and Soap gives a thumbs-up, already devouring his food.

"I'll leave one of my guns with you, [name]. Only use it as a last resort. Let's try to use knives first," I say, making both of them nod.

"So, is the shelter far?" [name] asks, taking a generous spoonful of soup.

"About 5 days on foot, but it might take us longer. We'll find out…"

"Wouldn't it be better by car?" she asks.

"No doubt, but it's too risky to find a car around here."

"Yeah. You're right."

"Let's try not to dwell on the problems, guys," Jhonny interrupts. "Let's try to be… positive? Yeah, I think that's the word," he says thoughtfully, running his hand through his tousled hair. "I have a story to tell you, miss."

"Go ahead," she says, smiling.

"Well. Before all this craziness started, when we were still living our fucked-up lives, but not as fucked up as now," he says, making us laugh, "we liked to go to a bar after difficult missions. It was good for distraction. Our big guy here would attract the attention of pretty girls."

Jhonny spoke, laughing, and [nome] narrowed her eyes at me, making me laugh.

"Once, a tall brunette came over to try to get a piece of our LT, and he just stared at her. It was scary, and the poor girl was getting more embarrassed by the minute," he laughed loudly. "She looked around, scratched her neck, and Ghost looked at her as if he were seeing all her sins."

"It wasn't like that," I tried to defend myself.

"Of course it was, LT. I bet the girl never approached anyone after that," he continued laughing.

I looked at [nome], and she was laughing uncontrollably, twisting in a strange way. It was good to see them more at ease and with less worry.

"I just didn't want anything with her…"

"That's why you looked into that woman's soul?" Jhonny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Then I'm special, Lieutenant," [nome] calling me by that name did things to me.

"You are. Believe me, miss. Who would've thought we'd need a damn zombie apocalypse for our old Ghost to find someone. Destiny is indeed strange."

"Shut up, Jhonny," I said, making them laugh.

"And you, miss? Tell us something about your life."

"Let me think… I was studying nursing when this happened. I was going into my second year."

"Wow. So you were very young when this happened, how old are you now?"

"I'm 23. I was 19 when it all started. Unfortunately, college didn't help me survive here, since I hadn't learned procedures yet."

"Do you plan to return to nursing when things get back to normal? Or at least close to normal?"

"Yes. Now, more than ever. All of this taught me that anything can happen, and we need to be prepared for everything."

✧˖°₊

[One day until the journey to the shelter]

We would leave tomorrow. Things were already packed. Spare clothes in [nome]'s backpack; extra weapons and ammunition with Jhonny; food, water, blankets, and first aid items with me. Each of us also had a silenced gun and ammunition.

It was already night, and we were all ready. We rested on the couches while going over the plans.

"We'll go this way," I pointed on the map. "Price said it's the best. We'll go in a line, me first, [nome] next, and Soap following."

"Okay," they nodded.

"We'll walk as far as possible and then take turns to stand guard while the others sleep. I'll take my turn and [nome]'s."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"It's safer this way."

"Ghost, I want to help too. I don't want to sleep while you two keep watch."

"Jhonny and I will take turns. We're used to getting by with little sleep. It'll be better this way."

"I want to be useful and help too, but it seems like you're taking everything away from me. When a damn zombie shows up, will you shoot for me too?"

"Ghost, the girl can take care of herself. Give her a chance," Soap interrupted me before I could retort what [nome] said, making me shoot him a glare.

"Alright, but I don't like this idea."

"I understand, Lieutenant. But the bird won't learn to fly if you don't give it freedom. Nothing will happen to her. As the captain said, she's not only with two of the best soldiers, but she's also trained by them," Soap said arrogantly, making us exchange fist bumps.

"Sure," I said sarcastically, watching [nome] thank them and both of them fist-bumping.

Above the Ruins | Seven

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

masterlist

In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Six - Eight

[Travel Day to the Refuge]

We were already with our backpacks and ready to go. We would have to pass through the city to get to the forest, the only problem is the amount of freaking zombies roaming the streets.

The plan was to try to pass by them without attracting attention and hope that none of them see us. Another strategy was to go in a line: me, [name], and Soap.

I was good at reconnaissance and the biggest of the group. So, I would choose the least dangerous path since I could see farther. Soap was very attentive, so he would know if something was following us. [Name] stayed in the middle since she hadn't experienced the same things as us, so her senses weren't as sharp as ours and also because I worry. I can't stop looking back to make sure she's okay.

A few minutes later, we were near the city center, where we would head to a preserved forest area. It was a bit longer route, but also safer, as people crowded in cities.

Leading the group, I made a turn to reach the core of the city center when I saw a group of about 5 zombies walking irregularly down the street.

I step back, making [name] bump into my back.

"What happened?", She asks.

"Zombies. Get down!", I speak softly as I crouch and walk towards the rear of a car, followed by the other two.

"Shall we shoot?", Soap asks.

"No. Too risky. We'll have to kill them one by one. Soap takes two on the left, I take two on the right, and [name] deals with one in the middle.", I say, seeing her about to protest. "Show me you're ready for bigger tasks, and then I'll give you a bigger task. For now, no discussion."

So we walk slowly with our knives. I quickly take one down, hitting its skull with my knife, and see another one coming towards me. I quickly retrieve my knife from the first one and throw it at the second.

When I'm done, I see Soap finishing off his second one, and [name] finishing off one with her knife.

"Good job, guys!", Soap says.

Returning to our lineup, we continue down the street, trying to avoid the zombies as much as possible.

After a long walk, going through alleys, choosing longer streets, and crawling under cars and trucks, we finally reach the entrance to the forest area.

"I think we can stand side by side here, but stay alert."

✧˖°₊

We've been walking for hours. Luckily, we hadn't encountered any zombies, which was actually expected.

"I'm hungry. Can't we stop for a bit?", the youngest one asks.

"Just for a few minutes. We can't afford to waste time now."

We choose a tree with a larger shade and quickly eat. We couldn't waste time here.

I take out my map and try to locate us.

"We should reach the next river by nightfall if we keep up the pace. The sound of the water will keep us hidden."

They nod, and we return to the long walk.

It was all long and boring. We didn't talk much to avoid attracting attention and we were always alert.

When night fell, we were already near the river.

"I'll take guard duty first.", [name] says quickly.

"Alright", I say seriously. I still didn't like this idea, but I know I can't make decisions for her. "Any strange movement or trouble, call me."

She nods. We didn't have sleeping bags or tents, but the ground seemed like a 5-star hotel after hours of walking. We light the fire and eat again.

"I'd like to chat, but I'm tired. So good night!", Soap says, already lying down, using his coat as a pillow.

"I'm also going to rest a bit, but if there's any problem, call me, [name]. I'm serious!"

"Don't worry, Ghost. Good rest!"

Then I kiss her forehead and lay down.

✧˖°₊

[name]

The forest was dark, and only owls and crickets could be heard. It was starting to get windy, making me a little colder, so I moved closer to the fire.

Looking around, I try to pay attention to any movement or strange sound. Observing the surroundings again, I noticed Soap sleeping and ended up laughing. The man seemed exhausted. His mouth was slightly open, and he breathed heavily. Now I understood why Ghost wanted us near the river. I laughed at the thought.

He was still asleep, but he was completely quiet. Which wasn't strange to me since it wasn't the first time I saw him sleeping. He still wore the mask, but I imagined what his bare face was like under the balaclava.

He was one of the main reasons I kept going. He was becoming everything to me, and that scared and delighted me at the same time. I had never had anyone like him before.

Talking about family wasn't my forte since I didn't know mine. I bounced from orphanage to orphanage as time passed until I reached adulthood. I never told Ghost about this; he didn't ask, and I didn't think it was necessary to talk about.

Snapping out of my reverie, I noticed movement in a bush nearby. I quickly got up, grabbing my gun and cautiously approaching the noise with small steps. Until the culprit of the movement emerged from where it was, startling me.

It was a rabbit and it didn't seem infected. It hopped around and sniffed the tall grass before munching on it. Its fur was white with small brown spots on its ears.

These were one of those moments when we pretended everything was fine, even when it wasn't. But this little creature gave me hope that everything would be okay soon. After a few minutes, I watched it leave and returned to my position near the fire.

Its warmth comforted me along with the gentle sound of the river. I didn't realize the hours passing until I heard Jhonny calling me to switch shifts.

"Good rest, miss."

"Thank you, Jhonny."

I lay down near Ghost, resting my head on his shoulder and enjoying his warmth. He noticed my presence and pulled me into his arms. Then I ended up falling asleep with both of us facing each other, embraced.

✧˖°₊

I wake up in the morning with the sun starting to rise and some birds beginning to chirp. I look to the side and see Jhonny sleeping while Ghost is heating soup cans on the improvised fire.

"Good morning!", I say stretching.

"Good morning! Are you hungry?"

"Very", I say getting up and sitting next to him near the fire.

"Here. It's hot, be careful."

"Thank you!", I take the can of soup and start eating.

"Good morning!", we hear a sleepy voice behind us.

"Good morning, sergeant!", Ghost says, handing another soup to Jhonny.

"I'm starving", Soap says and then devours the soup.

I took advantage of my shift to find the best route to the refuge. Maybe there's just one problem…

"What?", I ask.

"Do you know how to swim?", I didn't know. I mean, I could manage in pools, but I wasn't the world's best swimmer.", I joke, making Soap laugh.

"That'll have to do", Ghost says, looking at the river.

"Please don't tell me the best route you found is through the river."

"Then I won't tell you", he says, laughing as he stands up and looks at the river not far from us.

"Don't worry, miss. We'll help you if you need it."

"Thanks, Jhonny."

"Alright. The river doesn't seem too deep, and the waters seem calmer than yesterday. Let's get ready!", Ghost says, putting his backpack on. Quickly, Soap and I follow suit.

Ghost goes first, entering the water, with Soap following soon after. I descend slowly, testing the depth, and Ghost notices my discomfort, holding my hands.

Reaching the bottom, I let go of his hands and feel the cold water hitting my shoulders. I was trying to ignore the fact that I couldn't see the riverbed because of its dark color.

"Do you think there are any creatures here?"

"Let's find out!", Soap smiles and starts walking.

"Can you manage on your own?", Ghost asks.

"Yes. Everything's fine!", then we follow Soap.

The river wasn't very wide, and on both sides, there were trees upon trees. The morning sunlight gave us a privileged view of it all. If it weren't for the muddy ground making our walk more difficult, everything would be almost perfect.

✧˖°₊

After half an hour of walking, we noticed the river changing. The water that had previously reached my shoulders was now close to my mouth, making it impossible to look forward without tasting that muddy water. Our bodies, which had previously walked at our own pace, were now forced to walk more due to the increasing force.

"Damn. This is getting dangerous.", Soap spoke loudly, as we felt a strong current passing by us.

The water pulled us with force, making it impossible to walk. Desperation took over me when the ground disappeared from under my feet. I tried to swim or at least not sink, but the water was too strong.

In a moment of panic, I let desperation take over as I felt myself sinking completely and water entering my nose and mouth. I thrash around and manage to resurface, trying to catch my breath, but I'm pulled back down again.

I couldn't think rationally anymore. My brain was screaming danger and my lungs begging for air. While my feet kicked trying to reach the ground and my hands reaching for any salvation out of the water. It felt like the water had swallowed me whole and that it would keep me there forever.

I was about to give up fighting for my life and surrender to the coldness around me when I feel strong arms pulling me and then a strong chest behind me.

Ghost had pulled me and was holding my waist, trying to keep my head above water. I gasp for air quickly, seeking comfort. My thoughts started to clear, and my brain clung to the safety Ghost transmitted.

"[name]!", my eyes opened, and I realized we were still in that shitty situation.

"Shit!", I look ahead seeing Soap swimming along with the current.

"LT, it's a damn waterfall!", Soap shouted, making us widen our eyes.

And there was the reason for all this current…