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Honestly, idk why I even read angst fics......I literally sob every time. Every. Goddamn. Time.

It's like my own personal hell that I definitely can escape from but actually choose otherwise

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Guys can you imagine being in a relationship with Simon or just being friends and he takes a photo of you (unbeknownst to you obv) and he takes that with him on missions?

I can just imagine him sitting in a rotting skeleton of what once was a house- maybe a house? It's hard to tell anymore, clutching the small photo close to his chest. So no one can see and so he can pretend that he isn't here, that he's with you. You with your warmth and loving kindness.

But he's not with you, he's right here, in a shitty house on a shitty mission that's just taking way too long.

But soon, he will hold you for real, and he won't let you go.

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All I can think about right now is what if Simon goes on a mission where he has to protect female reader who is an enemy so he doesn't understand why he has to protect you (he has been reduced to a bodyguard lmaoo) but everything about you is completely classified- all he is allowed to know is your name and that's it.

Something happens during the mission, forcing and you Simon into hiding together where Simon discovers that you are actually one of the world's most dangerous hackers.....

And you know everything about him

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I just had a thought so obviously I’m gonna force it on whoever will read this 😃

141 team who meets reader at a firing range, the team came there randomly, almost impulsively. Being forced to take time off from missions is making them itch so ofc they go to the next best place.

They see reader and watch them hit bullseye after bullseye, you’re an absolute unit, shooting with the precision of a sniper who’s spent years perfecting their craft.

Eventually when they can all pick their jaws up from the floor they approach you, curious as to how long you’ve been in the Military- how else could you have gotten so good? You’ve clearly been trained to perfection.

Only for reader to confidently tell them that no. You are not in the Military and you never have been, you just have really freaking cool parents.

Obviously the team aren’t buying it but hell- you’re good. So after that you have a routine, you meet up with them at the range twice a week while they are off duty. And all the while they keep poking and prodding you, you HAVE to be Military! There’s no other explanation! You *have* to be lying to them.

Finally after weeks of poking and prodding a devilish thought takes root in you….they don’t believe you? Fine.

So obviously you do the most logical thing you can think of. Bring the whole team to your house for dinner, you tell them casually that your parents have just been asking about them and have pestered you into inviting them over for dinner (it’s partly true….your parents have been asking, but not for the reasons the team think)

You all arrange for dinner to take place on the next day you all meet up at the range, you finish up your session and then all pile into your car to head to yours.

As you pull up to your house Soap and Gaz bombard you with questions about your family and how come you’re taking them to your house without even telling them anything about your parents? Do you have any siblings? Why the sudden invitation to have dinner with you and your family?

Without saying anything you leave your car gesturing for them to follow. You’ve timed this *perfectly* down to the seconds, as they trail behind you, completely unsuspecting, you unlocked the front door and step inside.

Immediately you’re greeted by the warmth of your house and the beautiful smell of your mums home made lasagna, you hear the boys wiping their shoes on the mat by the door as you call out to your parents.

Your mum hums in response from the kitchen, cheerily saying that she’ll be there in a second, she just has a few more things to do. Before she says the magically words you’ve been waiting for, that you’ve been counting down the seconds for….

“Your Dads just got back from deployment! He’s just in the study”

And just like that, the whole team stiffens, backs straightening and shoulders squaring, Price flicks his eyes to yours, understanding dawning on his face.

Before any of them can ask you a question or even think to ask you, heavy foot steps are heard from down the hallway, getting closer with a steady heavy rhythm.

A man- no a UNIT of a man trudges towards you, hair greying and glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, eyes finding yours and melting at seeing his precious child. Your dad is old- that’s pretty obvious, he’s in his 60’s by now but good GOD he is built. Years spent in the Military has made him buff and covered in scares, despite his aging he is still stronger than most men you’ve met (probably including the team Ngl he’s a beast)

You watch as he steps into the warm soft light of the living room, just feet away from you. His dress uniform still on, he must’ve only gotten home mere minutes ago. Perfect. You watch the warm light flickers against the metals pinned to his chest, your dad isn’t just any old military man- He’s a General….a detail you very conveniently forgot to mention.

You feel it as the team hold their breaths behind you, trying and failing to hide your smirk, you give your dad a playful look before saying.

“Dad, you remember the guys I’ve been telling you about? From the shooting range who were absolutely convinced that I’m military?” You step aside, no longer allowing the boys to hide behind you (they would never hide from anyone but by god were they shitting themselves)

You watch silently as your dad’s face hardens slightly as he observes the team with scrutiny before looking directly at Price…

“Captain John Price, I’ve heard a lot about you, read your file too.” Before he glances over everyone, his eyes land on Ghost.

“Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, I’ve heard you’re quite elusive, the skull-” he gestures to the mask covering his face “- a nice touch, I suppose. Read your file too”

He looks at Soap and Gaz before saying “I’ve read all of your files actually, as soon as reader told me about meeting you guys.”

He watches intently as the team struggles to keep still, usually nothing would faze them, they’ve all met higher up’s, this is nothing new to them- except it is. They were completely taken off guard by this, unprepared.

You chuckle at your dad and the team’s very obvious shock before patting your dad on the arm. “Okay dad I think they get it. No need to make them shit themselves like rookies” while trying to swallow the laugh threading to push its way past your lips.

Needless to say it makes for a very interesting dinner….

🫣 Thoughts and feelings?

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Currently thinking about 141 team playing a video game all about guns, fights and strategy, something mind numbing to pass the time for them. Something easy and familiar until one day reader joins the server and absolutely obliterates them….they are enamoured obviously

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Okay guys…..this is my first time posting so I’m scared….

(Listen to the song ‘Lover, you should’ve come over’ by Jeff Buckley and you’ll KNOW)

But I just had a Ghost x reader fic and I need to write it down somewhere so here we go ig:

Ghost who finally found unconditional love, he found someone soft and warm. A sanctuary. His beloved. The only person that he trusted completely, his light.

One day something happens to reader (they could be a soldier too or in an accident idk) and they pass away. Dead. Just like that. And it’s agonising.

The first night Ghost has to go to the home you shared, he just can’t do it. There’s no point. It’s just a shell, like him now. When he is finally able to go into the house (he probably spent a few days outside bc it was too much for him) he would just walk aimlessly through the house, a deep emptiness in his bones, consuming him.

He can’t breathe. He doesn’t even want to, you were his air. When he finds himself standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, sheets still crumpled from when you two had woken up that day. Something in him shatters and cuts deep into his soul, his very being.

You were- and still are, his everything, you’re the reason he could feel again. Where he felt warm and safe. Loved. And that’s it. Just like that you’re gone….leaving him all alone. And cold…again.

He can’t breathe now, like his ribs are turning against him. Like his body is tearing itself up from the inside before he collapses at the foot of your bed. That you had left only a few hours ago, you were safe….a Few. Hours. Ago.

He can’t do it anymore as he stares at the bed, where he can see the slight dip in your pillow. Your favourite specific spot on your pillow, you always said it was the comfiest. The sheets where you had lazily kicked off in the morning, a sleepy smile tugging you lips as you looked at him over your shoulder.

He slumps over onto the floor, eyes glazed over as he lays on the carpet that you picked out. You always loved those fluffy silly carpets, fingers slightly brushing against the cold wooden bed frame.

He feels it inside him. Nothingness. A violent gnawing nothingness, tearing its teeth into his heart, mind and soul.

He had everything. For only a short time- years yes, but not enough. He wanted the cheesy romance movie life, the white picket fence and the two kids, a dog too. God he loves you.

And now….he has nothing. Nothingness forever.

(Don’t bully me pls- I’ll cry)

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Ngl this is not what I was expecting but why does it make sense??

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