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!! BIG CHANGES !!

Hi! I know I have flung off the face of the earth, last school year left me with no time for writing. I am also proud to announce that I'm back! I'm gonna be changing my username and essentially just revamping my page, I hope you like the changes and expect new posts soon!! (with new fandoms :3 )

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✭ masterlist is also being reworked!

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"Why isn't there any [character] x [trait] reader?" Damn! Maybe it's because you are sitting there asking that question instead of writing it 🫶🏾 the creation of fandom is a collaborative effort. It's not like a streaming service or a store where things just magically appear for you to consume.

You wonder why the fandom feels "dead"? (it isn't actually but I digress) It's because new ideas aren't being put out there by as many new people! Whatever idea you have in your head that you're scared is "shitty" or bad has probably been done worse on ao3. Please just write that shit oh my god (said affectionately)

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A Soldier's promise || Fem!Reader X Simon "Ghost" Riley

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・❥・Tag's/warning: Angst, major character death, reader is pregnant with Ghost's child, trauma, slight comfort, mentions of antenatal depression, no mention of y/n in the military, comfort, grief. Depression and other serious topics.

・❥・Summary: Your pregnant with Ghosts child but Ghost has been deployed to an important mission. With you on maternity leave, you have no choice but to stay behind as your due to give birth, but will Ghost ever return?

・❥・A:N: I've had this idea for a WHILE. I cried whilst writing this, I explained it to @the-jarvy-party a while ago and they encouraged me to write it so, here you go!

I will not be paying for anyone's therapy after this

"I'll be back in no time love, I promise you. You take care of you both for me alright?" Simon pressed a light kiss to your forehead and rubbed your stomach, your little daughter growing rapidly inside.

"Stay safe...please." You were upset more than usual about Simons departure and no matter how hard Simon tried to put the mission off just so he could witness your beautiful baby into the world; Price just simply couldn't hold the mission back further then he could. antenatal depression was hitting you hard

"Always, darling...always for you." He murmurs, capturing your lips in a sweet and tender kiss. Stroking your cheek softly, his brown orbs gaze into yours and you try your best, memorizing every last detail of his face before he slips his mask down.

"To infinity..." Ghost turns to you one last time before he leaves.

"To the ends of the universe." You feel a tear drop from your face and with that, he was gone.

The house suddenly felt empty, despite signs of life blossoming in every corner. Trails of ghost could be seen in every corner. His "World's best soldier." cup still half full of coffee on the table. As much as it annoyed you that he always left it half full it was replaced with a sudden urge. You'd give for a million mugs of half full coffee if it meant for Ghost to remain home.

You were supposed to be used to Simon always leaving for a mission, but this time it felt completely different and you just couldn't figure out why.

You trusted him with your life. He'd always come back home to you, a little bruised but he came back home every single time he left that door. Yet somehow, a gnawing feeling was turning at your stomach.

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You and Ghost would call every chance he got, they were short and sweet but you cherished every time your phone would ring and the familure name of "My love." pop up.

To hear his voice was enough to keep you going, making each second that lead up to your point in pregnancy. Sometimes he'd send photos of him and the others. Always keeping you updated on their current status. He'd always remind you that you were strong and that you would make it through this. Simon would almost always ask you to move the phone so he could speak to your belly directly, saying how he can't wait to come home and meet the little angel you both worked so hard to have.

The nights were the worst. You'd often have frequent nightmares and you'd wake up in a cold sweat all alone in bed, expecting to be wrapped in his loving arms only to be greeted by the harsh silence of the night. Simon knew about these when he asked and he promised to have all the cuddles you could ever think of when he comes back.

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It was a Saturday night, you were packing things ready to give birth to your beloved daughter as you were only a week away now. You was expecting a phone call of from Ghost today since he promised you on Tuesday he'd call although the day was drawing to an end and you began to feel the anxiety creep in.

"He's probably just taking a nap...I'm sure he'll call in a few minuets...he's fine." You told yourself, folding a t-shirt into a suitcase.

The minuets turned into hours and the night turned into early morning. Your anxiety was almost like a volcano now waiting to erupt but you know for the safety of your little one, it was best not to worry.

So thinking nothing of it, you decided to go to bed. Maybe sleep will help ease your mind, praying you didn't have a nightmare tonight.

You decided to check your phone last time, hesitating to message him but you could never be sure if he would even read it. Sighing, you put it down and close your eyes. Trying to put your mind on other things.

You were suddenly jolted awake as your phone began to ring. You reach over and you see it's ghost, although it was 3:42 am. Ghost would never ring this late, you accept it and put your phone to your ear.

"Hey love! Is everything ok? You-"

"Y/n...baby....oh god..." You were interrupted by him, his voice sounded tired and you could hear faint coughing in the background as he was trying to hide his pain. A sudden worry shot you awake and you were on high alert.

"Simon...what's going on? Are you ok?" You blurted out. Sitting up straight.

"It's so good to hear your voice baby..."His voice was weak and you instantly knew he was hurt.

"SIMON?!-" You could hear Soap in the background, his voice rang alarm bells right through you.

"Are you hurt?!" You frantically try to keep it together, a sob almost breaking out.

"N...No no...just a little scratch." He was lying, knowing if he told you the truth you'd be devastated and he didn't want the last image of you crying,

"Then why do you sound...you're injured Simon don't lie to me." You say between gritted teeth, your chest suddenly feels heavy and you feel clammy. The reality of the situation becoming almost too much for you to handle.

"Shhh...shhh...I'll....I'll be okay love, how's....how's Lilly?" He grunts, knowing he doesn't have much time left. Lilly is what you decided to call your daughter.

"Simon don't you dare try to change the topic! Don't you dare." A cry breaks out and you feel your whole world closing in on you. Your heart racing in your chest, crushing you completely.

"The sky is so beautiful...it always reminds me of you, you know? They remind me the first time I looked into your eyes, my love...Your eyes shone so brightly compared to everyone else's...they reflect on your soul....a soul I am so glad I got to meet..." He wheezes, clearly in pain as he tried so hard to cling on for you.

"Don't talk like that, you are coming home and meeting your beautiful daughter we worked so hard for. 2 years we tried...2 whole years to create her...You are coming home to her...to me...to us." You angrily sob, trying so hard to cling onto any hope.

"I never did thank you...love...you changed me in a way I couldn't see...you....you saved me y/n...you saved me." His voice was getting weaker by the second and you could tell he didn't have long left. You wanted to scream at him, to tell him not to give up, to tell him to fight for you. However, it felt like your throat had been ripped out and you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

"Please...please Simon....don't leave me." You begged, tears welling in your eyes.

"Oh..love I'm not leaving you...as long as I'm in your heart I will never leave you...I...I just need to rest for a little while...I'm sorry I couldn't make it to see our daughter grow up...to watch as you both grow and be the most amazing and strong women you both will be. You've done so well...my love. You are so strong...so strong. You always had a strength I could never have. I... I love you so much..." He was crying now, it was always rare for him to cry, at least around others. A knife stabbed in your heart as you hear him cry. Knowing there was nothing in your power to make this change.

"Simon... I can't do this without you... I don't want to be alone." You tried to plead. Your voice was shaking and you found it hard to form a sentence.

"Maybe in the next life my love... Please... For Lilly's sake... Stay strong for her. She needs you. Remind her every day she is loved. I know you're going to be an amazing mom. She'll love you endlessly... Promise me that you won't give up on her." He whispers, his voice getting quitter.

"I don't want to be on my own Simon... Please... There has to be something. Where's Soap? Gaz? Price?" Your mind races through any sort of possibility that he could pull through with this.

"Y/n, I need you to promise me that you won't give up on her... Please..." He begs now, his voice straining.

"I... I promise." You mutter and tears stream down your face. Your sobs and the distance sound of gunfire fill the air.

"Simon... Are you there? Simon..." No response.

"SIMON? DON'T YOU DARE!" You scream. No response.

"THIS BETTER NOT BE SOME SICK JOKE SOAP TOLD YOU TO DO!" No response.

You screamed, you sobbed, you yelled, you pleaded.

No response.

You didn't want to accept the fact he's gone. There was absolutely no reason on why he had. He promised you after all, he promised to always come back home to you.

Your throat began to swell and your eyes pricked with tears. You're mouth sobbing as it felt like someone shoved an ironing brand right down your throat. You clutched onto the bed sheets and the sudden wave of his scent caught you. You slept with one of his t-shirts every night. The smell of him was your comfort... Now it was a painful reminder that the person who gave you everything and more was in fact gone.

Tears stained the pillow as you couldn't keep it in anymore. Your whole body was shaking and your chest burnt in pain. You gasped for breath as you struggled. Your painful sobs echoed through the walls.

A sudden knock caused you to jolt awake.

"Y/n, is everything alright in there? I heard screaming." A familur Austrian accent spoke from the other side.It was Konig, he could hear your sobs from the other room.

"GO AWAY!" You scream, gasping for breath.

"Bitter... Let me help you..." His voice was calming, inviting. You just sob and you cling onto the shirt. Burrowing your face in it. You could smell the familure scent of wood pine, gun powder and his cologne he wore everytime. Your tears damperning the fabric as you sobbed hard into the t-shirt.

"I want to help you... Y/n please... Whatever it is..." Konig pleaded. Sounding sincere, you lift your head up slowly and you open the door. Konig suddenly looks down at you, his green eyes widening at your state.

"Oh no no... Come here..." He wraps you in his arms and you just sob into his chest. His warm hands pressingly softly onto your back

"He's gone Konig... He's gone..." Is all you can say between sobs. Konig rubs your back tenderly, his hands moving in circles as he holds you close. Your sobs muffled by konigs chest. Your lungs were on fire as the tears just wouldn't stop and everything became a haze around you.

"I am so sorry y/n, truly... I really am." Konig sighs, looking at you sympathetically. His fingers pressed along your spine gently.

"I can't... I can't do this without him Konig. He... He promised me..." You tighten your grip around him. Wishing it was him, wishing that the phone would call again and it would be Ghost's voice. Telling you it was just a stupid game.

"I'm going to need you to take deep breaths for me ok? Think of Lilly..." Konig 's voice was warm, his words was soft as he desperately tried to get you to calm down. Your tears flowed from your check to Konigs hoodie, his mask tucked neatly in. You sniffle and you know Konigs right, so you pull away and begin to take deep breaths. "There you go y/n, deep breathes." Konig whispers, tucking some of your hair which was now matted with tears away from your face. Your eyes bloodshot from the tears, You wipe your eyes and you sob softly, trying so hard to keep keep everything together. Your sobs slowly subsided to sniffles, having no energy anymore. You felt so weak, so fragile. It felt like ghost took a part of you, a part of you you'll never get back. You loved him endlessly, he was your home and your safety. He loved you the same, you truly had a connection that made you inseparable from each other. You was each other's light. Together, their was nothing you couldn't get through. : ̗̀➛ You were cradling your beautiful newborn, Lilly gurgled and was sucking on her thumb as she slept peacefully in your arms. She had Simons eyes. That beautiful brown haze that shared the same spark as his. Konig was there with you for the birth and he quickly adapted to helping you look after the little one. He was amazing, despite his size. Lilly took a shine to him. Konig helped with everything, to feeding Lilly to even waking up in the middle of the night to change her diaper to let you rest. Although you couldn't love another, you was always grateful for Konig's company. You'd often find yourself in his arms after waking up from a nightmare. His arms becoming your only comfort. Konig understood your boundaries and he respected you, Never pushing himself on you. The task force returned around a month later, instead of the roaring of cheers as they came back from the mission. The boys were silent. Soap especially. The base became silent. Everyone was hurting differently. Price gave you the warmest hug when he returned. Price was like a father to you and he saw how happy you made Simon. Prices eyes were usually warm and swelling with life, but his gaze was different. Even he was hurting. Even Gaz was a different person. His bubbly self was now hidden behind a layer of grieve. The task force was a family and on that day, they lost a brother. You tried so hard to carry on. Every night you had night terrors, imagining Simon laying there in the battlefield in different ways. You struggled so hard. Mundane tasks felt so hard to complete as you were just a shell of who you used to be. Lilly was the only reason you kept pushing through. You promised Simon you'd stay strong for her, so that's what you'll do. The task force did their best to help chip in with supporting you. Taking it in turns to babysit her when Price would force you to get out there and have some time away. Simons funeral was small, since Simon never had family other than the task force and you. They never found his body but you still held a ceremony for him. The days eventually turned into weeks which turned into months. After a while you returned back to your work, knowing Simon wouldn't want you to waste your life away at home. Lilly was growing quickly and before you had time to process everything she was 3 years old. The older she got the more of Simon you could see in her. Her small button brown eyes and her cheeky little smile that Simon always gave you. She saw Konig as her father and eventually you began to fall in love again. You and Konig cared for one another, he was there for when you couldn't pick yourself back up. You found your solace with him and you learnt to trust again. Knowing this is what Simon would have wanted for you and in time, you'll see him again sometime.

There were times where you'd still breakdown, often triggered by a song Simon showed you as you hear it over the radio. Sometimes it'll be from finding old polaroid photos that fell behind a drawer. Often you and Ghost pulling funny faces or sharing a tender kiss. Each with dates written on the back of when you took them.

Eventually, you slowly rebuilt yourself piece by piece. With Konig's support. You became the best mom for Lilly. Making sure she was always happy. It was hard but you had no other choice but to power through. The task force became your family, they gave you a second chance and with the help of everyone. You finally left the past as it was. Only the ghost of it remained.

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.·:*¨¨* ≈☆ Ghost Headcanons≈☆ *¨¨*:·.

・❥・Some of my headcanons for Simon "Ghost" Riley

・❥・Will contain NSFW headcanons so minors dni please! ・❥・As again, these are just my personal headcanons, these will be different from others, So please remain respectful! :) ・❥・Masterlist

: ̗̀➛ Isn't to big on touch but when its just you two, he loves to hold your hand and during sex his hands are all over you, touching you anywhere he can find. Whenever he feels a depressive episode bubbling, he will often cling onto you. Your body providing him with all the comfort he needs. He won't touch you in public and at a bare minimum will hold your hand if you are nervous. : ̗̀➛ The big spoon, loves cradling you to his chest, your back pressed against him as you sleep. He loves to kiss your neck as you sleep, often rubbing his nose along your skin as your scent is all he needs to sleep. : ̗̀➛ Is actually a really good cook. Will cook you surprise meals when you come back from training or a mission. Always makes sure your well fed. Sometimes cooks you breakfast in bed when he has the chance with a kiss on your cheek and a good morning.

: ̗̀➛ More of a listener then a talker, if you ever have issues with a problem, he'll just listen to your problems. Making sure you always have someone to talk to, even if he can't always give you advice. If it upsets you he'll just hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to help calm you, followed by a tender kiss and him wiping away your tears. : ̗̀➛ Isn't great at verbally expressing his feelings towards you but he does so in small gestures. Bringing something back from a mission or tidying your house whilst your away. He loves it when your all cheesy with him though. He loves to be verbally reminded of all the romantic things you'd say to him. He'd treasure every word. He'd often replay those words if he's away and stressed. It keeps him pushing forward.

: ̗̀➛ Love language is spending quality time together, you don't have to talk but knowing your there in the same room together. Him doing his work and you just reading a book is more than enough to him. He also loves to give you small gifts, a token of his love. Is scared you might not like it but he always chooses the best gifts to give you. : ̗̀➛ With sex he doesn't care if its a quickie in the base's janitors cupboard or if its a long passionate make out session that drags on all night, he just loves how you feel around him. His main focus is to only please you more then his own release. He most if not all the time keeps his mask on. He loves dominating you and making you say he's yours as you squirm and splutter from under him. When you send him photo's of your body and you're away on a mission, he has no shame in beating off to it. When you come back or when he arrives back home, he will fuck you senseless, like a wild beast with his prey. Making sure everyone can hear your moans of pleasure as he fucks you hard, face first into the pillows. : ̗̀➛ His main kinks being dominating, tying you up and knife play. He loves how you squirm and flinch as he drags the blade across your body, he never ever draws blood though. Too afraid to ever harm you. He will leave his marks over ways though, biting and leaving hickeys wherever he seems fitting. : ̗̀➛ Aftercare consists of him making sure your clean, running baths for you and helping you in the shower, which leads to more sex 70% of the time. If it's a quicky though he won't bother unless you ask, which he's more than happy to give if needed. : ̗̀➛ If anyone tries to flirt with you, he'll see how you handle it but if the person flirting with you doesn't stand down. You can bet he leans over, eyes glowing red as he stares down the person. He trusts you well enough to handle your own situations and does his best to avoid causing a beating on your advancer. : ̗̀➛ Wouldn't mind having a threesome with you x him x another task force member. Although you only belong to him and he'll remind the other consenting party member to always know that. : ̗̀➛ Always stealing glances of you, loves watching you in your field. You look absolutely beautiful to him as you work. Can't help but smile whenever you catch him gazing at you. : ̗̀➛ His music taste is mostly metal, Deftones, Radiohead and Slipknot being his main bands. Isn't the one to "vibe" to it, but he'll listen to it whilst working. : ̗̀➛ Isn't to fond on animals since of his childhood, absolutely terrified of dogs and snakes.

: ̗̀➛ Has a whole sort of masks, isn't to fond of you messing with them so he keeps them hidden. : ̗̀➛ Is a decent dancer, will slow dance under the stars when he's in the right mood. Just wants to enjoy the closeness with you. : ̗̀➛ When he cries, he cries. Often hiding away so he doesn't feel embarrassed if you see him. When you do find him he'll begin to frantically apologies for doing so and he'll burrow his face in your neck as you hold him. He often has warning signs, like his hand will begin to shake and he'll dissociate with what's going on around him, : ̗̀➛ Frequent nightmares, hardly sleeps when he isn't with you. If he has a nightmare when he's with you he won't sleep after, just spending the rest of the night holding you as you sleep soundlessly. Constant eyebags under his eyes. : ̗̀➛ Only takes his mask off when your both alone, allowing you to touch and trace his scars with your fingers. Blushes at the smallest of movements. : ̗̀➛ Tends to take the LONGEST of showers, loves how refreshing the water feels on him. It helps ease any tension he may have had, : ̗̀➛ Loves taking walks out in the nature, sometimes if it's late at night. He'll slip away and just take a walk on his own. : ̗̀➛ Loves coffee, always has a cup before he works. : ̗̀➛ When at a party with the task force, he'll sit in a corner alone. Drinking away. : ̗̀➛ Isn't the type to get drunk, he'll have a few but not to the extent he becomes a drunken mess. Not a fan of over the bar drinks personally, loves the more richer alcohol

That's all for now, may update this if I find more that I can think off :)

I'll leave you with what i HC as Ghosts theme song since this song reminds me of him so much, my boy just needs a hug. He's by far my favorite character and I love the spooky boy so much.

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THE COWBOY YOU ARE | J. Escuella

javier escuella x f!reader

tags ; smut, cursing, riding a cowboy (iykwim), cowboy hat rule (look it up), afab anatomy , dry humping, p in v, switch!javier, switch!reader, teasing, cockwarming but only for a few seconds

wc ; 749

a/n ; save a horse, ride a cowboy ;) | my first smut on this app, so why not make it my boy javier

if wear the cowboy hat, you gotta ride the cowboy.

“You’re treading on thin ice, princesa” Javier sets his hat down on the table and huffs as he sits down. [ princesa - princess ]

“Is it so bad,” You sit down on his lap, “that i just wanna wear your hat?” Your hand goes to grab it and he swats it away.

“You know what happens when you wear my hat.” He warns you. Of course you knew what happened when you wore his hat, that’s why you wanted to wear it.

“Yes, Javi, I know what happens.” You grind down onto his lap and he swallows down a groan.

“Mierda, oh go-“ Javier bites down on his hand as you continue to grind down on him. The entire camp was either asleep or just in their tents doing stuff. So, you two were pretty safe out here for a bit. [ mierda - shit ]

“Shh, Javi.” You slowly reach for his hat with your right hand. Putting it on your head once you had a secure grip on his hat. “Oops…”

“You did this on pur-“ You grind down on his dick again, stopping him mid sentence. “God.” He whines and bucks his hips up against yours. That was your breaking point.

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“Javier-“ You manage to moan out his name as he kisses up and down the upper half of your body, leaving your jeans buttoned almost on purpose. You grip onto his hair, ruining the low ponytail he had it in.

“You don’t know what you do to me, especially when you do this.” He stands up, fixing the brim of his hat that was on your head. “I wanna see you ride me like the cowboy you are, since you’re obviously one now.”

You rubbed your thighs together for some friction, anything, to soothe the ache between your thighs.

Javier seemed so dominant until you slowly sat down on his dick, every time you’d grind down he was a whimpering, whining mess. Gripping at your hips, helping you ride him.

“Por favor, te necesito... Necesito esto.” Javiers nails dug into your hips, making you moan a little too loud. [ please i need you… i need this ]

When you both bucked your hips at the same time, it made your vision go white. It practically made you scream out in pleasure.

“Javi,” You throw your head back as you claw at his chest. “God… you’re so-“ You struggled to talk in between moans and whines that would escape every so often.

Javiers hands slowly slid up your body, cupping one of your boobs. His calloused thumb sliding over one of your nipples, making you shiver. “You don’t know how much… I- dios… worship you.” [ dios - god ]

It was true. As his hands went up to your face he flicked the brim of his hat up, exposing more of your face. It was red and had a thin layer of sweat covering it.

“I’m close-“ You struggle to moan out the words, gripping and clawing at Javier’s chest.

“So am I, hermosa. Just… mierda… a little bit longer.” He let’s out an animalistic groan as he looks down and sees where you two were connected. [ hermosa - beautiful | mierda - fuck ]

You eventually dive down and start kissing him once his moans and whines got too loud. He got more aggressive with his thrusts, though they were sloppy it still bucked your body upward.

Javier takes both of his arms and gropes your ass needily, like he was a starving man and you were his first meal.

He dips his left hand down to play with your clit, leaving you a moaning mess. Javier seeing you come undone this fast and this easily made him rut into you.

“Ple- please… I-“ Javier manages to groan out, “Inside…” He started panting, “you… p-please.”

“You can…” You grip onto his shoulder, feeling him thrust one last time into your throbbing cunt until he eventually came.

Javier puts his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his sweaty body. His face was slightly flushed, and his lips were swollen. He was trying to catch his breath but he had the most intoxicating smile on his face.

“So… how was the ride?” He looks up at you with hooded eyes, obviously trying to joke around.

You roll your eyes, kissing his forehead and pushing the stray hairs off of his forehead before getting up off of him to lay beside him.

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everyone check out @axofluff ‘s newest ghost fics… GOD DAMN

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ANTISOCIAL | König

könig x fem!reader

lowercase intended | warnings: cursing, guns, normal cod stuff

wc : 2515   (masterlist)

you and könig didn’t start off on the best terms, but after one mission your strict ‘no close relationships’ rule was broken.

translations at the end!! i’ve been wanting to write for könig for awhile - but my writers block hit hard. also i had to start writing this on my computer so please don't mind spelling and grammar errors.

könig and i really didn’t talk much, we put our energy into work rather than relationships. i also felt like könig didn’t like me too much because i took ‘his’ spot on the sniper squad.

regardless, we needed to work together. no matter what unit or squad we were on, we were all a communal team.

“cmon, we gotta work together for this.” i catch up to könig and he looks down at me, i couldn’t see his face but i could tell he was annoyed. “we aren’t gonna get any further than this if you keep being an asshole.” i snarl as he walks away.

i soon realized he wasn’t being bitchy, he just didn’t know how to properly express his emotions. so, now, we’re here. stuck in an abandoned house where könig was the only uninjured person in here.

he grabbed my sniper, taking a few of the men out. the muffled screams of our squad was heard throughout the room.

“k-“ i groan and hold my shoulder, “könig, i need you to,” my breathing starts to pick up, because as i was talking the blood soaked through my gear and flowed through the spaces in between my fingers. “i need you to take my radio and call for backup.” 

he only nods, sliding down for cover under the window. “wir brauchen verstärkung.” he clicks the radio off and slides it back to me.

“thank you.” i whisper, i felt weak. i hate how i let myself get vulnerable in-front of the man who i was supposed to be better than.

but in combat, being more skilled really didn’t matter because we were a team. 

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“really disappointing mission, team.” our captain paces the front of the room. he looks over at me before turning the board on.

“cap,” i raise my opposite hand up and he turns around. “if we’re gonna call up a replacement for me i choose könig.” i look at the man next to me.

“you’re choosing… a giant to be a sniper?” he rolls his eyes and scoffs. “yeah in your dreams, princess.”

“woah! don’t call her th-“ horangi raises his voice.

“you be quiet. you all are dismissed, ones who are able to go to the range.” the captain mutters something under his breath before we all leave.

“you’re just gonna let you talk to him like that?” horangi catches up to me and i roll my eyes.

“kinda have to,” i bite my bottom lip and look outside, wishing i could go to the range. “he’s a dick so something is coming to him.”

“that sounds like a threat…”

“hm?” i look at him and shrug, before walking ahead to my room.

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i hear a soft knock at my door, it was könig. “hey.” i smile and let him in.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers and sits down on my bed, his hand lingers on the soft blanket at the foot of my bed.

“for?” i sit next to him and wince when i sat down too hard.

“letting you get hurt.”

"that wasn't your fault, i should be more careful." i shrug and look up at him. "it was pretty cool how you just took out those men." i smile and i could feel pride radiate off of him. "you'd make an amazing sniper, that's why i nominated you."

"i could never be a sniper." he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "that's why they picked you."

"can't shoot with a shoulder that had a bullet through it less than 24 hours ago." i look away, towards the tv that was hastily set up on the dresser when we were stationed here.

"mhm, i forgot about that," he mumbles, his accent making such a simple sentence so much hotter than it was supposed to be.

"you have two useful, working shoulders, though." i try to lighten up the mood. "very useful." my hand goes up to his shoulder and he flinches away before i could realize what i was doing. "sh- shit sorry."

 i could tell he was flustered by the way he switched his sitting position, "i should probably go... bis später." he whispers, waving to me and gently shutting my door.

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 as my shoulder started to heal, könig and i’s friendship blossomed. which i was happy about, not only because he could help me but because it was my first (very) close friendship on the base and in general. 

i was at the store trying to shop for the base, roze comes up to the cart and dumps stuff into it. "ridiculous how he only picked us to do the shopping."

"i know," i roll my eyes. the pt said to start using my injured side of my body, since i kind of stopped using that arm. "it's better than könig being here, he'd fuck up the whole invisible thing." i struggle to lift up a bag of apples to put in the cart.

 "you're right." roze helps me lift the bag, "remember when he went into that target back in california…" we both shiver and i shake my head, not wanting to remember it. 

 as the weather heated up, we also were starting to have more training sessions - that i couldn't attend. i could barely get my gun positioned the way it used to be. 

 "atta girl." könig helps me put the sniper into my shoulder, just him saying that made me wildly miss the target. 

 "fuck!" i groan in pain, the gun recoiled and hit right where i got shot not even a full 3 months ago. "ah-!"

 "you're pushing yourself too hard, when i got shot in the leg it took me a year to fully recover and rehabilitate." salvatrice comes over to where könig and i were. 

 "i need to get back out there, i'm driving myself mad sitting in my room." i try and give her a smile before she walks off. könig was silent as i kept trying to hit the target, my shaky hands making my aim erratic. his slight readjustments would be pushed back by me, because that's not how i remember doing it. 

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 it was july when i realized a change in my agility, i was finally getting back in my groove (according to könig). 

 "mile time… 5:45. great job, diamond." captain checks his stop watch. nodding, i go to get a drink of water. 

 "target practice is next," könig fills up his bottle in the fountain next to me, he was seriously hunched over. "ready?" 

 "you fucking know i am." i smile and wipe off the corners of my mouth. "it's at 7 right?" 

 the rain was beating down on the buildings we used for sniper training, the sunset peaking out of the clouds in al mazra. i check to see if my ear piece is working and go to turn the safety off of my gun. 

 "you will not fire until i say so, i'm not having the problem we had the last time or we'll go back to strictly targets. immersive sniper practice is a privilege, not a right."  we all groan in response, i hadn't been in these since i started working for kortac so i just didn't answer the adrenaline waiting to fully run its course through my body. 

 fender started making up a mission from inside the center building in the makeshift city, it looked strangely like the embassy. "-and you're selected with the task to take out the star of the specgru, ghost." he fades out and i get my gun ready.

 konig comes up on my ear piece, "eyes on the target." i get my gun ready, looking through the scope to see a man in a ghost mask in the alleyway of the city - near where the heart of this 'city' was. 

 "locked in." i spit out the rain water out of my mouth and continue to look through my scope. i hear footsteps behind me, thinking it's the captain trying to help me improve my form. 

 "watch out, we're infultra-" my earpiece cuts in and out as i hear roze yelp in my ear. i look back to see another man in a red mask pointing a gun right at me. 

 "i would advise you to stop whatever you were doing, lass." he cocks his head to the side and i could hear him laugh. 

 i wasn't comprehending that we were in actual combat. "very funny," i get up and point my sniper rifle at him. "is this like… extra training?" regardless, i wasn't letting myself get hurt again. i shoot him in the arm before hearing someone yell very clear german. 

 "bloody hell!" he collapses, clutching onto his arm. "i wasn't gonna," his breathing labors and he puts his head back on the brick. "i wasn't gonna shoot." my eyes go soft for a second, pulling out first aid and setting it on the floor where he could reach it. 

 skipping a few buildings, i run into könig . "what the fuck is this?" i look up at him and he strugs, blood staining the mask he wore over his face. 

 "i didn't kill anyone, i didn't kill anyon-" he starts to panic a little and i make him run and we were both starting to get tired. 

 "fender and cap set us up, könig ." we climb inside of a building on the outskirts of the embassy. "those bastards." i whisper, trying to catch my breath. the rain covered our tracks, so i hope they weren't trying to find us. 

 "they have roze, too." könig whispers as we hear footsteps on the top floor. he puts an arm around my shoulders, putting me into his chest so i wouldn't make a noise. shit, i forgot to put the safety on my gun. it was in the corner of the room we were hiding in, but konig had a pistol that was digging into my side that i could use. 

 one wrong move and that gun could alert specgru where we were. the footsteps were outside of the room, my hand inching towards the pistol that was on königs utility belt. 

 "there has to be people in here." the mans accent sounded like he was from birmingham, definitely not the scot i shot before running. "i saw them run, the giant isn't so stealth."

 "just check each room on this floor, if they're in here, knock em'." it was ghost on the other side of the door. i quickly take konigs gun out of its holster and he jumps a little. 

 "yes, l.t." i hear a gun reload and a distant scream. 

 "i'm going to assist soap. keep watch, gaz." the window slides open and then it was dead silent, which was never good on a battle field. i make konig let me go and i stand behind the door. 

 i mouth the words 'stay' to him, because lets be honest. a 6'6 man isn't gonna be the quietest person on the planet, especially now where it matters the most. 

 "i know someone is in there," the man named gaz wiggles the door knob and i get my pointer finger on the trigger. könig moves behind a couch and gaz shoots down the door hinges. "ah, there you are." he reloads his gun and i shoot him in the torso. 

 gaz lets out a terrified scream, dropping to the floor seeing könig emerge from behind the couch. no matter how many times i did this i would always get a rush.

"i'll let you get out of this alive," i get down to his height, moving the flattened, damp hair off of my forehead. positioning the gun on his chin, feeling the heat of the gun from the time i shot him in the torso. "you just gotta promise that you never saw my face. promise me, big boy?" 

 "i p-promise. just," he opens his mouth from the white pain, whimpering. "let me live, ah god." i hand the pistol back to könig and he secures it in his holster. 

 "your wish is my command." i get up stepping over gaz so we could retreat back to the base. i rip both of our chips off the uniforms. 

  "das war heiß" könig chuckles under the mask and i shake my head. 

  "i don't know what you just said, but i'm flattered." i smash the chips with my boot and hear shots popping off in the distance. "we're leaving. getting our shit and leaving." 

 we could pack everything we had into one communal (big) duffle bag, and könig knew how to fly a helicopter so we took one. "you sure they won't care…" 

 "they're too busy kissing ass to notice. we'll land a few miles from my grans house." she lived in a rural, farming town so we were set.  "i can't believe i'm finally leaving, it was overdue." this is why i didn't form close friendships.

 "yeah, i'm glad i got to leave with you." könig had only his baclava on, retiring the ghost looking mask in the bag. 

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 "gran?" i call out and she gets startled. 

 "my goodness! i'm so glad to have you back." she hugs me and i smile. 

 "i'm glad to see you too," i can tell her eyes were looking up at könig, she wasn't exactly the tallest person i knew. "oh, this is könig. i told you about him?"

 he waves and she smiles at him, "well, welcome! um, room is upstairs." she thinks we were sent back home due to injury (aka, because we had enemy blood on our uniforms). 

 "i hope you like it here, we'll eventually move to the states. a friend of mine has a condo we can rent out." i set my phone on the night stand and he takes his boots off. 

 "i will never complain," he shakes his head and sets one of my grans cookies on his lap. "this is heaven." 

 "i would slap you if you said anything different." i look up at him as he brings the covering up to his nose bridge. "you have a nice face." i enjoyed to see him choke on the cookie from surprise. 

 "wh- huh?" his face goes red. 

 "you heard me." i grab my blanket from the duffle bag and cover both of us. "i'm not wrong, either." 

 his eyes dart around the room for a second before he rips off the rest of the mask. "still?" 

 "still." i study his facial features like i needed to memorize them for a test. if my feelings were murky and unclear from february, they were crystal clear now. a smile creeps up on my face. his voice and face matched up perfectly in my eyes. 

 "oh no, d- did i scare you off or-?" he starts to find something to hide his face and i grab his hands. 

 "no, no you didn't scare me off." i realized why he was an antisocial type person, he never got close enough to anyone to show his face and if he did they'd get scared off. "i think you're perfect."

 his shoulders relax and he lets out a sigh of relief. "wait, you think i'm per-" his voice cracks, i grab his face and kiss him to shut him up.

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translations

wir brauchen verstärkung : we need backup

bis später : see you later

das war heiß : that was hot

(könig also means 'king' in german)

[rosedorada]

IN THE MOONLIGHT | neymar jr

neymar jr x fem!reader

lowercase intended || warnings : fluff, cursing

wc : 1222 words (masterlist)

valentine’s day special | also this is set in paris, i wanted to clear things up because i know it’s summer in brazil rn

neymar’s first date with a paris lady doesn’t go as planned, soon realizing that his heart belonged to his best friend.

translations at the end :)

“i need this to be perfect.” neymar paces around the room and i sit on his bed.

“what does she like?” i cross my legs and he stops to look at me. “are you serious?” i blankly stare at him with a flat tone.

“it- it’s the first date, if that helps.” he starts to talk with his hands, getting progressively nervous and sweaty.

“it’s fine, but why valentine’s day for a first date?” i mumble and neymar goes to sit next to me.

“i’m fucked.” he puts his head in his hands.

“no, you’re not.” i put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and he tenses up. “it’s normal to be nervous.” i slowly take my hand off and put it in my lap.

“it’s not my first date, doce. it’s just,” he pauses for a second to look at the tv in front of us. “i can’t screw this one up.”

“you won’t, i’ve known you since we were 14. when have you, the ladies man, fucked up a first date?” i smile at him and bump into his side. “well, except for gabriela matos sophomore year.” i let out a chuckle and neymar groans.

“you said you’d let that go!” we both start to laugh. “thank you, though. i really appreciate you.” neymar hugs me before going to his closet. i pat his back with my hand.

i really appreciate you.

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“you promise that she won’t like… run away or-“ neymar was religiously fixing his hair.

i had to cut him off, “you’re being destructive. you’re an easy person to talk to, everyone loves you. you’re gonna be fine.” i get up off of the couch to stop neymar from fixing himself in the reflection of a metal bowl.

i grab his hands and take them out of his hair, fixing it one more time. “hey, i was fixing it.”

“you’re making it more greasy by doing that.” i let go of his hands, putting mine in my hoodie. “isn’t it time?”

“sh- yeah.” he kisses my forehead before leaving. “bye amor!” he runs out the door. my heart started to race, i got a little too caught up. he’s been doing stuff like that since we were 16, that’s normal for neymar.

i couldn’t help but let my heart race, my face heat up, and get all giddy like i have since he’s started doing it.

it felt like i was developing my teenage crush on him all over again and i knew that was gonna end terribly.

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i jump off of the couch once i hear the door open, screaming trying to find something to throw.

i grab the remote and chuck it at the wall, “god! fuck! why’d you do that?”

“woah! doce, christ!” neymar puts his hands up, “you almost hit me.” he bends down to pick up the remote.

once i see him in the glow of the tv, i realize that he didn’t seem too happy. “oh, neymar. what happened?” i soften my gaze and he scratches his arm.

i see his frown start to turn into a smile, soon going ear to ear. “HAH- sorry.” he clears his throat.

“not funny.” i blurt out.

“it went good, i’m just leaving my coat here and we’re gonna go to a show.” he hands me his coat. “she said it was good. i’ll see you later?”

it came out as a question, since i had a house not too far down the street. “oh- oh! yeah, i’ll see you later. bye, belo.” i wave my hand.

“bye, doce!” he closes the door and locks it before i hear his car speed out of the driveway. after zoning out for a few seconds, i realized i was clutching the coat he had given to me.

it smelt like him, or the cologne he really only wears when he’s in paris. he warrants being here a special occasion. i hear a crinkle in one of the pockets and decide to take the piece of paper out.

a bunch of random scribbles, probably to calm himself down. i flip to the back, it seemed like a draft of a love letter.

the jealousy sat in when i realized it was to the girl he was on the date with, though her name was written over another one. i don’t know why i’d be jealous. it’s not like neymar was gonna miraculously, automatically fall in love with me once i realize my own feelings.

“do i really want to know what this says…” i mumble to myself, biting the skin around my thumb. “yes, yes i do wanna know.” i unfold the paper to read it.

it was half finished, hearts bordering the page. he put a ton of thought behind it, and not gonna lie, it was sweet. i fold it back up and put it back in the jacket pocket.

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i feel the couch sink in next to me and i wake up. “hm?” i look up and see neymar smiles at me. “oh!” i sit up, “was it fun?”

“yeah, miss you though.”

“why’d you miss me?” i yawn and neymar puts his arm around my shoulders.

“she wouldn’t stop and enjoy the silent parts.” he pauses for a second. “like natural silence. she’s nice though.”

“awww, neymar is in looovvee.” i smile and he rolls his eyes.

“i might be.” he smiles and we sat in silence for a few minutes. “wanna do the tradition?”

“really? i would love to.” the valentine’s day tradition was a special one, in my opinion.

we’d sit where we can see the eiffel tower and talk for hours. i didn’t know he’d be up for it after being out.

“yeah, i’ll bring snacks. go to the car.” he hands me the keys and i get my shoes on.

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once we got situated, i admired the beauty of the symbol of france. i loved how it over-shined the city around it, how it glowed almost as bright as the moon.

“so, what do you wanna talk about?” neymar opens a bag and starts to eat.

“maybe your date?” i smile and he shakes his head.

“it really didn’t go too well. she was a great person, just not the right one for me.” my ears perk up when he said the last thing, he didn’t seem too sad about it.

“oh, well there’s always someone who is right for you.” yeah, me. i was talking about myself. i hope he got the hint.

“yeah, i’m just glad we got to keep this up.” he scoots closer to me. “i enjoy spending time with you.”

his words made me subconsciously smile, “i enjoy hanging out with you, too, belo.” i put my hand on his cheek.

leaning into my touch, neymar looks into my eyes. the lights from the tower made him look angelic, “y/n-“ i think we both realized what was about to happen. i could see the shift in his eyes, and i could feel the shift when he said my name. “- i can’t.”

he leans in quickly, taking me by surprise. i kiss back, the 15 years of pent up feelings finally came out.

“eu te amo.” he whispers to me and i smile.

“eu também te amo.” i kiss him again and he rests his forehead on mine.

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TRANSLATIONS

belo : beautiful

doce : sweet

amor : love

eu te amo : i love you

eu também te amo : i love you too

[rosedorada]

PEACE AND WAR

chapter three (masterlist found HERE)

simon “ghost” riley x (fem) reader

lowercase intended // warnings : cursing, gore, normal cod stuff, smut kinda idk

wc : 4.0k words

“bravos team offloads here. alpha team stays onboard to land downrange. both teams meet in the middle, we want hassan alive.” he looks back at the group. “but this is capture or kill.”

soap and i fist bump one of the marines before putting our goggles down.

“keep up soap, artemis.”

“razor-1, all bravo deployed. moving to secondary hlz.” my ear piece was a little loud, but i have shit hearing so it helped. i stayed closer to soap, since he and ghost were leading the operation.

we were told to get clearance. which was when the marines landed.

“all stations- razor-1 is bracketed, we’re getting lit!” i look up and see a flare going straight for the helicopter. “incoming- flares! flares!”

soap looks at me and then back at the helicopter for a moment before we start to catch up to ghost.

“shit, that was close.”

“second missile!” someone yells and we all start running faster.

“oh fuck…”

my radio was going off the charts, but you couldn’t respond.

“razor-1 going down! we’re going down!” i hear the controls and sirens blaring in the background.

“hold up.” i hear ghosts voice and we all stop running. i accidentally run into soaps shoulder as we all watch the helicopter crash.

“what the fuck…” i mumble and soap looks at me.

“alpha, what’s your status.” ghost turns on his radio. we all hear coughing. “alpha, how copy…?”

“bravo-“ the radio goes staticky. “alpha is immobile, multiple critical.”

“oh shit- we’re taking effective fire!”

we just had to sit there and watch them die.

“alpha, we’re moving to building one. hold tight!”

“ghost,” soap turns to him. “we need to secure that crash site now.”

“first, we clear for hassan, takes the heat off of alpha. then we’ll secure the crash site. clear?”

“roger that.” soap nudges me to get a good hold of my gun.

“let’s move.” ghost walks first and we all follow. “force up to the house.”

my grip was so tight on my gun it felt like my hands were gonna fall off, but you can’t be nervous.

“bring more ammo! fast! fast!” they knew we were coming too.

“fire at the helicopter- they will send others to help them!” we slowly walk up to the front door, ghost at one side and one of our partners on the other.

“kill all that they send here!”

ghost grabs an axe, “breacher up!” he busts the door in. “sweep through!”

i put my finger on the trigger, while soap gets two people. we all run in the building, my heart was racing at this point.

one of the bullets swipes soap, i throw my goggles up and shoot at one of the soldiers, hitting him right in the head before soap gets the other one.

“nice hit, artemis. right on the bullseye.” one of our partners nudges my shoulder before going upstairs to search for hassan.

“first deck clear! neg on hassan.”

“copy that, second decks clear.”

“rog.” ghost mumbles into the radio, soap peaks his head out of the garage door and shots start to get fired.

“contact! building two!”

i hit the first two guys near a car while soap gets the other one.

“balcony.” i whisper and soap goes to get him.

“all bravo, move on building two!” ghost yells and i put my goggles back on so i can see where i was going. i wasn’t shooting like a rookie right now.

soap and i were the first ones at the building, we were waiting behind the car.

“you’re doing great.” soap looks over and sees the rest of them running towards us. “i hope to see you after this.”

“wait, we’re splitting up?” i whisper to him and grab the sleeve of his shirt.

“i’m afraid so, i’m gonna go with ghost. you’ll be f-“

“okay enough with the sappy shit we got a house to take over.” one of the men come over and stop us mid conversation.

soap and i get up and he hugs me before following ghost to the other side of the building.

alpha comes back on the radio. “bravo, crash site is taking rpgs from building two… second deck!”

fuck fuck fuck

“they’re coming. take positions!” i hear the soldiers yell. i jump in through the window, one of the bullets hit me in the torso but i couldn’t let that stop me.

i shoot at the person who was hiding in the crawl space. “7-4 moving interior.” i forgot to mention i got hit… whoops. i take my goggles off. hoping i’d see soap, or… anyone, i guess.

i walk in and see ghost with sgt. weldon, they were looking down at a dead solider.

the three of us were walking up the stairs, i was slightly limping whenever i went up with my my left foot.

“they are inside the building!”

“pushing up to second deck.” sgt. weldon whispers onto the radio.

“7-4, moving up second deck.” i turn on my radio, almost silent from how quiet i was whispering.

“fire the rockets! i will cover the door!” there was more than one person in there.

“they’re up here.” he whispers, quickly looking back at ghost and i.

“okay, brother! kill anyone who comes through.” they are terrible at secretly planning.

i grab the flash on my vest, preparing to throw it. sgt. weldon peaks through the door, ready to shoot. they shoot at his side and shoulder, he scrambles to get onto the patio.

“ah- i’m hit!”

i throw the flash into the room, shooting at the solider that was getting up. i quietly walk over to sgt. weldon.

“fuck-“ he whispers, holding his side. “there’s one in the hallway.”

i turn my head to the hallway, nervously holding my gun. the man was loading something and i shoot him in the head. blood was on the soles of my boots as i walked down the hallway.

“we’re here today-“ the tv signal was going in and out. “…eader, and i am here to declare revenge..- killing of general ghorbrani.”

i throw the door open with my body and a woman looks over at me with a pistole loaded in her hand.

she goes to shoot at me, but before she could do that i shoot her. i sigh and look over, it wasn’t a tv. it was a laptop playing hassan on repeat at this point.

“ghost..” i sigh. “building two secure.”

“roger that, time to hit the crash site.”

“hey, we got a video of hassan.” i walk closer to the laptop.

“hassan is their hero.” ghost showed no emotion in this whole conversation.

“they’re gonna need a new hero.” i hear soap over the radio, and i smile. “heading to crash site.”

i walk out of the room to see sgt. weldon waiting for me, it looked like he didn’t even get shot.

“you good?”

“yeah,” he sighs. “the plate stopped it.” i catch up to him and we walk down the stairs together. “these the fuckers that hit alpha?”

“language, at least now we can secure the crash site.” i hit his helmet and he rolls his eyes.

“all bravo, circle up outside.” ghost comes on the radio, weldon and i start fast walking to get there. my left side starting hurting worse, i didn’t have any first aid on me either.

“ghost - aq’s got some real kit.” soap comes on the radio and i see him walking there.

“soap, artemis- we’re moving to the crash site to aid the wounded. rest of you hold here and cover us.”

my ears perk up when i hear my name.

“i’ll see you, sergeant.” i shake hands with weldon and hurry to catch up to soap.

“alpha 0-2. bravo 0-7, building two secure, we’re coming to you.” ghost takes the lead and i trail behind, my elbow digging into my side to relieve at least some of the pain.

“alpha copies all.”

“expect contact, aq is waitin’ for us.” ghost comes back on the radio before running into the helicopter.

“blue, blue!” ghost chants, soap and i then run into the helicopter.

soap looks over at me and furrows his eyebrows. “you look pale.”

“nerves.” i smile and he walks over to where ghost was, i lean up against one of the crates and wince in pain when the cold metal makes contact with my side.

“damn good to see you guys. we have five k.i.a, one wounded. i only have my gun and i’m low on ammo.” cpl. defields grabs his gun off of the ground. “help me move him.” soap goes to help but then gets cut off.

i hurry over to where soap was.

“no time, they’re here. get your gun on that tree line.” ghost almost seemed excited.

soap and i walk over to one of the windows, i sit on the ground and that’s when he notices that i was bleeding.

it wasn’t even that bad, i wasn’t bleeding as much as i should’ve and my vest puts pressure on it. soap doesn’t say anything but focuses on the tree line, so do i.

“got movement.” soap looks over at ghost and i get on my knees to point my gun out of the window.

“if you have a shot, take it.”

-

“let’s move out.” we all put on our goggles and push.

“those fuckers used us as bait, didn’t they?” cpl. defields talked with malice in his voice and i was here for it.

“they’re well supplied, fighting smart. thanks to hassan.”

i tuned out the conversation until i heard a plane overhead.

“flyboys are still on station.”

“keep them on standby, we’re moving in.” ghost, soap and i start running to building three.

i tightened my vest mid run to put pressure on the wound, but it just made it unbearable to run.

“visual on building three.” sgt. weldon comes on over the window.

“that’s our target, hassan could be inside.”

a sniper shot at soap and i, but it hit the dude right behind us.

soap takes out most of the snipers while i watching through the scope of my gun, i decided to go for it, taking the shot and quickly getting up to go to building three.

i slide down, hitting my back against the brick fence.

“… hope hassan is still in one piece.” cpl. defield cracked a joke.

“several pieces’ll do.” ghost chuckles. “all bravo, move up. i want this building locked down.” we all run to building three. “soap, make entry. let’s find hassan, dead or alive.”

i take off my goggles as soap moves in, i whip my head towards the doorway when i hear shouting, i peak my head in. this man had a bomb in his hand.

“back up!”

“fuckin’ hell.” soap groans, we all follow in. “close one.”

“you good?”

“aye.”

“negative on hassan.”

i hear shooting and internally panic, i was relieved when the last shot i heard was soaps gun.

“moving in, first deck.”

“heading in to the first deck.”

“check the bodies, we need positive id on hassan.” i tried to follow ghosts orders, i walk over to one of the bodies and check each pocket in their uniform.

“alphas interior. first deck.”

“7-4, first deck.” i turn my radio on, at this point my voice was showing i was in pain. i was light headed but i just had to get through this one last thing.

we were headed upstairs, the first deck was negative of hassan. he must’ve left when our helicopter crashed, there’s no way he would’ve stayed through all of this.

“heading up to second deck.”

“pushing to second deck.” soap reloads his gun, and we all get ready to fire.

“…st must pay for a century of… hostile…us.” their signal was going in and out again, man that must suck. they probably don’t have anything to do. “together we will avenge…eath of general ghorbrani.” he pauses for a moment.

we were already on the second deck when one solider was unfortunate enough to walk out the door we were surrounding.

ghost threw him against the wall and shot him. we walk in the room, they didn’t have their x-rays on so they didn’t see us coming.

“got two x-rays. not hassan.”

i put my finger on the trigger ready to shoot.

“dump ‘em.” ghost quickly looks over at me and i pull the trigger. “clear.”

we go to walk outside, a bullet almost hitting me in the leg. i shoot back, ghost urges me to move forward, following closely behind me.

he sees movement in the vents, shooting before i even realized someoke was there.

“heads up lads, sneaky little gits are everywhere.”

soap goes to get in front of us, shooting at another. “threat eliminated.”

“soap you got an-“ i got cut off by the shooting subsiding.

“he was here.” ghost goes to look in a desk. “this is a bloody ops center. poke around, soap.”

ghost didn’t realize that hassan’s uniform, and papers were on the desk.

“ghost- hassan’s uniform” i groan. “he was here.”

“we must’ve lost him when we secured the crash site.” ghost walks up behind me and soap walks in where i was.

“are you saying we shouldn’t have helped?” soap looks over at ghost, and i stop in my tracks.

“choices have consequences…” ghost shrugs.

“all bravo- we have movement out here.”

“on the way.” ghost walks out first before soap and i follow. “all bravo, circle up outside.”

they get a rush from this, and i was starting to as well.

“if hassan’s gone, then what the hell are they still protecting?” soap was almost out of breath, and so was i.

“let’s find out.” i run down the stairs to catch up to soap and ghost.

“what do we got?”

“a warehouse, roll up doors open… heard somethin’ inside.”

“copy.” ghost goes to the left of the door. “let’s clear it.”

i tighten the grip on my gun before following soap in. the lights come on and i was practically blinded before i threw my goggles off of my eyes.

“die in shame!”

“contact.” soap looks quickly over at me. “artemis, hit the bullseye.”

“copy.” i go over to one of the storage crates before shooting one of the guards that was walking around.

soap went towards the left while i stayed close to ghost. a bomb goes off and my ears start to ring. i shift to the left, the velcro of my vest digging into my wound.

i wince before looking over to shoot at two guards who were about to hit soap. i hit them both, and soap gets the one in the doorway.

i reload my gun before going up the stairs, soap was getting the people below.

“we clear?”

“all clear.”

“search it, let’s find what they were hiding.”

i slowly walk up to the top level of the warehouse, not knowing if someone was gonna be hiding for an unsuspecting person (me).

once i found that there was nothing, i look out to see that soap had his eye on the blue crate. i walk down the stairs to see what it was.

“what the fuck is this?” soap looked around. it was american, i could just tell by the way it was built.

my dad used to make shit like this.

“it’s all in english…” i slide past soap to unlock it. we all walk out to see what it was.

“steamin’ jesus.”

“ballistic missiles.” ghost looks over at soap. “it’s a mobile launcher.”

“these’ll go a thousand miles, at least.”

soap and i walk over to see what country it was from. he helps me step on a crate.

“7-6, get us through to laswell.” ghost orders and one of the men goes on the radio.

“roger, standby.” he clears his throat. “bravo 7-6 charlie to watcher-1, how copy?”

laswell comes through on my earpiece.

“this is watcher-1, send traffic.”

“laswell, this is ghost. we got something.” ghost walks towards soap and i. i look up and see an american flag on the missile.

“tell me you found hassan.”

“ghost, look at this.” i speak up, soap goes to look over at me. he must’ve seen the same thing. i move out of the way for ghost to see.

“ghost, do you have hassan?” laswell comes back on again.

“negative. we found a weapons cache, hassan’s got missiles.” ghost pauses for a second. “and they’re american.”

“0-7… this is gold eagle actual, repeat your last-“

“i’ll say again. hassan has american missiles.”

“how the fuck did he even get these?” i whisper to soap and he shrugs.

“gold eagle actual to ghost. move your team and call for fire, i want those weapons destroyed.” shepard comes on my earpiece again.

“roger that, actual.”

-

a helicopter comes to get us, once we sat down i loosen my vest. it was soaked in hours worth of blood, and definitely wasn’t gonna come out no matter how hard i scrubbed it.

“you were injured the whole time and didn’t ask for help?” soap sees me wince and take my vest off.

“maybe, i didn’t wanna bother you guys…” i groan and ghost looks over.

“you wouldn’t inconvenience us.” ghost gets up to get the first aid kit. “well, you wouldn’t inconvenience me.” he sits down next to me and lifts up my shirt slightly.

“it probably has sa- fuck!” i bite my hand when ghost puts the hydrogen peroxide on it.

“that’s why you were so pale, the crash site had first aid.” soap was angry at me, and for a good reason. “you could’ve died from blood loss.”

“it’s such a rookie move.” sgt. weldon chuckles and we all smile at the joke.

ghost puts his hand on my bra band to get a better view of the wound to stitch it up.

“do you have to stitch it like i’m actively bleeding o- oh god.” i put my head on soaps shoulder.

“it would’ve been less painful in the moment, artemis.” ghost mumbles, then grabs the bandages.

“yes, i- i know that.” ghosts hand was still firm on my bra band, when he was gone he patted my thigh.

“okay, we- you’re good.” he sits up and puts the kit away.

i didn’t feel light headed anymore, but i couldn’t sit straight up. “it still hurts…”

“you got shot, it’ll hurt.” ghost sits back down and rolls his eyes.

“you’re so kind.” i smile at him. when nobody was paying attention, he got closer to me.

“i’m glad you’re okay, though.” he whispers in my ear and i whip my head over at him.

“thank you, ghost.” i sincerely smile at him and the helicopter starts to land.

once we get off, laswell was there waiting for us. once we were allowed off, soap helps me walk to laswell.

“you guys did great, hassan is still on the ru- is private injured?” she looks up frantically to soap.

“yes, ma’am. she was hit but she’s all good now.”

“private needed stitches,” ghost walks up to us. “she’s fine now.”

“good, i’m gonna go i have business to do.” laswell starts running to the jet and i look over as she does.

“what’s she going to do?” i look up to soap and wince one ghost goes to my right side to help me walk to get the rest of my gear off.

“i’m not sure, i’ll ask shepard later.” ghost puts my right arm over his shoulder and they help me walk to the locker room.

i didn’t even need this much help, i lived when i was running around with an open wound on my torso.

“ghost’ll help you get the rest of your gear off,” soap sets me on the bench. “i’ll get mine off and then i’ll get an actual doctor in here.”

“kay,” i slightly turn over towards soap. “thank you.”

“anytime, artemis.” he smiles and walks out.

“is it okay if i help you take your gear off or…” ghosts tone lightens and i nod.

“of course, i can’t bend down or the stitches will bust.” i chuckle and then realize i shouldn’t have done that. “shit.”

“yeah, it’s your first combat injury.” ghost does to untie my boots, and then takes them off. “there will be plenty more, but the first one always hurts the most.”

“i didn’t even see the fucker coming, he just popped out!” i put my right hand on the bench, trying to keep my composure as ghost unbuttoned my pants, slowly pulling them down.

i had spandex under them, but i’ve also never felt the touch of a man in my life so.

“you sure you’re comfortable with me helping?” he was still in his gear but when he went to take my shirt off, he took his vest off first.

“of course, again i’d get more hurt doing it myself.” i watch as he then takes his shirt off, his hands then going to the hem of my shirt.

his eyes go dark almost, but he realized that he was just helping a friend.

“which one is your…” his eyes trail down to my chest. “locker again?” he clears his throat.

“25, i haven’t gotten a lock yet so you can just open it.” i felt awkward standing half naked in-front of a man i’ve known for a whole 8 months at this point.

“ah, okay. you only have a shirt in here, but it looks a little… tight.” he faces me and it was actually super tight. i wore it in boot camp and since then i’ve gained muscle.

“haha, yeah. uh just give me the shirt i wore on the mission.” i reach for the floor and he stops me.

“i’ll just give you one of mine, just wait.” he shuts my locker and goes over to his, he takes his mask off and puts a new one on, but doesn’t put it past the bridge of his nose.

“o-oh okay.” it made me stutter when he looked back at me. shirtless and almost maskless was a good look on him.

we both were practically half naked, and i got caught up in that when he was putting the shirt over my head. he gently put my left arm through the sleeve and then did my other arm.

“that better?” he smiles, ghost was so close to me.

“yes.. thank you.” i was out of breath, and i didn’t even know why. ghost looks over at the doorway to see if soap was coming.

“never speak of this ever again.” ghost grabs my face and kisses me. i kiss back and put my right arm around his neck.

“ghost…” i pull away. “we can’t.”

“we can.” he darts to my neck and kisses down to the neckline of his shirt. “i’ve been waiting to do this since i saw you walk in that damn room.”

he didn’t know what that did to me, i’m serious.

“oh god, ghost.” i throw my head back. “w- we can’t. soap is coming soon.”

“fuck i forgot about that…” ghost pulls away and takes his hands off of my thighs. “well, if he walks in then it’ll be on him.” ghost kisses me again.

his hands go to the hem of my shirt again, slowly taking it off of me. he puts kisses down to my chest.

“are you sure you wanna do this?” my breath hitches when his hand goes up in between my thighs. “ghost,” i moan out. “keep going plea- i hear footsteps.”

soap walks in and sees simons face buried in my boobs and his eyes go wide.

“i should’ve actually gotten the doctor…” soap chuckles. ghost quickly stops in his tracks and looks over at soap. “hey at least you’re pulling, l.t.”

[rosedorada]

PEACE AND WAR

chapter two (masterlist found HERE)

simon “ghost” riley x (fem) reader

lowercase intended // warnings : cursing, gore, normal cod stuff

wc : 1.4k

also, as i play the campaign myself. i realized how some of my things aren’t accurate. please excuse that. and thank you all for 100 followers!!

“good job last weekend… boys.” laswell sits down at the head of the table. “gaz and price will now be stationed in amsterdam, alejandro is staying in mexico until further notice.” she grabs the folder that was on the table and walks out of the room.

everywhere you go, everything is so fast paced and you really have to think before you speak.

gaz and captain price sigh and get up out of their seats.

“i’ll see you guys.” gaz waves to us and walks out, captain price following behind him.

“see you!”

-

ghost sits down in the chair next to me, then scoots towards me.

“we have eyes on a target.” he whispers to me, and i look over at him. he had his mask pulled up to the bridge of his nose.

“oh.. um.. i- whe- y- where?” i feel my face get red and he smirks.

“here let me put them in for you.” he was practically on top of me and i had to resist the urge to scream. a profile of a wanted criminal popped up, he was in al mazrah.

the same place where ghorbrani was (literally) blown up.

“there’s no way.” i lean back into my chair.

“there is, laswell let soap and i know that within a few months we’re gonna get him.”

i nod and look over at him, our faces were inches away from one another. he notices that i was staring at his lips and moved away.

“wait, is that why they’re stationing people?”

“yeah, you’re stationed with soap and i. laswell said others would be coming as well.” he leans back in the chair and taps his fingers on my desk. “you just sit here and do work all day?” he looks back at me.

“no.. i don’t just to work. i watch hulu.” i close the tab on the monitor.

“you use.. government property to watch that?” he gets closer to me, and tries to type something in. his left arm was across my chest reaching the mouse.

“um” i mumble and he looks up at me.

“oh, sorry.” he looks up and gets off of me.

-

“how are my bestest of buddies?” soap runs into the room and puts his arms around ghost and i.

“well, we’re running profiles.. so good i guess?” i look up at soap. he squeezes ghost and i and we hit foreheads. “fu- cmon soap.” i groan.

“sorry that i’m a lover!” soap huffs and grabs a chair, sitting in the middle of ghost and i. “ah, is he the du-“

“yep.” ghost cuts him off with an annoyed tone.

“i can never tell if you’re sarcastic or not under that mask, just take it off.” soap starts pleading and ghost wasn’t having it.

“soap, just stop asking he isn’t gonna do it.” i start typing and looking up occasionally at the monitor.

“what if i just rip it off?”

“i’ll bite you, soap. stop.” ghost swats soaps hands away.

“you should take the mask off, ghost.” i turn my head to the left and the two stop arguing.

“it’s 2-1, you have to now.” soap puts up his arms in defense and ghost rolls his eyes.

“no.” ghost was persistent and soap over dramatically sighs.

“artemis, help?” soap puts his head on my shoulder and i look down at him.

“i’m working.” i hear ghost chuckle, “what?” i look over at him.

“work is you watching shitty american tv.”

“like your shows are better.” i fold my arms over one another and soap starts laughing.

-

“okay, take one and pass it down.” graves passes the papers to me and i grab one. it goes around the table before shepard takes the last one.

“as some of you may know,” graves clears his throat. “we have eyes on the next leader for al-qatala.”

i read over the paper, it was literally a sentence.

‘capture hassan.’

“wait, you wasted ink to print something you could’ve just said?” i put the paper down and shepard holds in a laugh.

“well.. yes. but it’s important.” graves rolls his eyes. “you shouldn’t be talking to a superior like that, it warrants a punishment.” graves puts his hands on the table and gets close to my face.

“graves, she’s a rookie.” ghost pulls my chair towards him.

“i can easily station you somewhere else if you can’t handle this.” graves rolls his eyes and goes back up to the front of the room. “rookies don’t usually get the most important tasks.”

“just get on with the damn meeting, graves. stop arguing.” shepard slightly raises his voice.

“okay, within the next few months we’re going to be flying to al mazra with the US marines. laswell said this is a capture or kill situation.” graves was serious, and the atmosphere in the room became dark.

ghost and soap were ready, shepard seemed excited for this mission. but i was extremely nervous. i couldn’t fathom killing people to get only one person.

-

october 26th, 2022 (5 months since finding out about hassan)

“ready?” soap grabs my shoulder and we walk into the safe house. we’d be here until they give us the go ahead to leave.

“yep.” i sigh and grab my bag. soap grabs the key out of his pocket, aggressively trying to unlock it before ghost whips the door open.

“you need to address you’re here using the code word.” ghost shuts the door.

“fuck, uhhh… artemis check under that rock.” soap points to the rock in the garden, it had a small red dot on the top of it.

i go and lift it up, checking the bottom. there was a cover and i popped it open, i grab the piece of paper that was rolled up.

soap knocks on the door and ghost slightly opens it. “we love ghost.” soap sighs and ghosts opens the door fully.

“great to see you. take your shoes off at the door, put your bags upstairs.” ghost moves out of the way.

“fancy.. is this like…” i move my hands around. “lived in house?”

“used to be.” soap looks over and sees a box tv.

“it’s not that old, soap. shut up.” shepard rolls his eyes and takes his shoes off.

"it kinda is..." i mumble and set my gear down on the couch in the meantime.

-

october 27, 2022 (one day until capture or kill)

"if we're gonna get this son of a bitch, we're gonna have to stay sharp. especially you," shepard looks over at me. "rookies usually aren't as up to the task are you are."

"anything to stop terrorism." my voice was slightly laced with sarcasm, the cia didn't do anything to stop foreign and domestic terrorism - how could five people stop it?

"atta girl." shepard gets up to put his plate in the sink.

"don't call me girl, general." i lean back in my chair and ghost chuckles.

-

october 28, 2022

i was getting my uniform on and looked over at the desk next to me, ghosts mask was on it.

“uh, ghost?” i walk to the bathroom, mask in hand, across the hall, he opens the door and looks down at me. “y- you left your- do you shower with it on?”

“that’s my back up.” he grabs it from my hands. “thanks for being so concerned.” his eyes narrow, he was smiling.

“you’re welcome, i gotta get my gear on… now-“

“well, i don’t want to keep you waiting, doll. go on.” he closes the door and i feel my face heat up.

i was in bravo, with soap, ghost, shepard, graves and a few others - meaning that we’d take over the first two buildings while the marines took the furthest one.

“artemis can you help me with the helmet?” soap had his hands full, so i grab the helmet and secure it to his head.

“you know,” i grab my helmet and put it on my head. “for a country that uses most of its budget on military, there should be better helmets..” i strap the helmet on my head and soap scoffs.

“scotland has better ones.” he knocks on it. “we should be going now, though.”

soap helps me up on the back of the truck, “is this an actual war or-“

“wait,” soap looks at me with wide eyes and watches ghost start walking towards the truck. “it’s ghost!” he whispers and hits my shoulder before jumping out.

he puts his hand out for me and i take it.

“let’s get ourselves a win, yeah, l.t.?” he punches ghosts shoulder. “save ya a seat, sir.”

"fucking hell..." ghost mumbles and I look up at him, rolling my eyes before following soap to the helicopter.

11.19.22 // peace and war, chapter two

[rosedorada]

PEACE AND WAR

chapter one (masterlist found HERE)

simon “ghost” riley x (fem) reader

lower case intended // warnings : cursing, gore, normal cod stuff

wc : 1.4k

“we have a new recruit.” captain price walks into a dim room with five men sitting at a table in the middle of it. he ushers me into the room, closing the door behind him once i walk in.

“hey! you’re just in time for our meeting. things are getting juicy around here.” a man said, he had a british accent and only had hair in the middle of his head.

“soap is correct, now take your seat.”

I sit in between soap and a guy with a skeleton face on, he looks at me. almost like i was his next target on a mission, and once he locks eyes with me he turns back to look at captain price.

“he’s a little fucked up in the head, don’t worry about him.” soap leans over to me and i smile.

“i’m normal.” he had a thick british accent, he was kinda a bitch not gonna lie.

“i bet you are.” i look over at him, and he goes back to face captain price.

-

the plan was set, and now that the meeting was over everyone was trying to find a nickname for me.

“how about-“ soap tries to think of a nickname, but gaz interrupts him.

“no! your nickname will be ass i’m not here for it.” he crosses his arms over his chest and captain price rolls his eyes.

“i can’t believe these are the best soldiers in the world.” he mumbles and goes over to get coffee.

“well, she’s the intelligence part of the task force.” ghost spoke up, and the room went quiet. “so, make a name from that.”

“ghost, maybe you should come up with it.” soap looks over at him. “since you’re sooooo smart.”

“mhm, thank you.”

i’m not even sure how i got on this task force, i was fresh out of boot camp. probably a week or two.

“how about artemis? i mean she’ll be on the ground soon.” alejandro puts his cup down on the table.

“i doubt she’s good at accuracy.” ghost looks straight at me.

“you’re literally wearing a mask.” i speak up and soap starts laughing. “it wasn’t that funny..” i turn my head to look at him, he was practically wheezing.

“you should… take the mask off…” soap tries to catch his breath.

“no. don’t ask that again.”

-

“okay, we have a clear target. in the next week we’re moving to the middle east to eliminate it.” captain price turns on the tv, the target’s information being on the right hand corner of the screen.

laswell walks into the room, handing captain price a folder and then sitting down diagonal from where i was. he opens it up, and looks around at his crew mates.

“alejandro is gonna be stationed in mexico for standby… ghost, soap, gaz, and new girl will be coming to eliminate the target.” price closes the folder and sets it on a file cabinet in the corner of the room.

“question.” soap raises his hand. “how exactly are we going to be eliminating the… target?”

“great question, we will have all of your questions answered on the way to the middle east.” price shuts the tv off and walks out of the room, laswell following.

“okay. artemis, ghost, gaz.” we all look over at soap. “no matter how this goes, we’ll cover each others asses.”

“mhm.”

“of course!” i smile at soap and look over at gaz.

“totally.” gaz sits back in his chair.

-

one week later

we were sitting in a helicopter, and hair kept getting in my mouth. ghost was observing the interior of the helicopter, i didn’t know he could see through that mask.

soap was silently singing some songs from hairspray. “i can hear the bells.. well, don’t you hear em’ chime…” he was tapping his legs as he was singing.

“you’re gonna hear the bells soon if you don’t shut the fuck up.” gaz mumbles.

“hm? what did you say? couldn’t hear you.” soap gets closer.

“if we’re gonna be stuck here, together for like 4 more hours… can you both maybe shut up?” i look over at the two of them and ghost chuckles.

the three of us look over at him, ghost clears his throat.

“you just laughed! i knew you could do it, buddy!” soap starts cheering in his seat.

“okay, everyone. we’re landing about 30 miles away from where our target is. ghost, you’ll be the closest to the blast site. locate the target.” captain price comes out of the cockpit, “don’t forget to turn on your radios.” he throws me one and i catch it.

“artemis, gaz. you two will be in the control van, be on call at all times. soap, you’ll be with me.” captain price continues to talk about the procedures.

graves and shepard were talking in their headsets as they were landing the helicopter.

-

“we’re burning daylight here…” graves clicks the radio on, he was leaning against the inside of the van.

“copy, graves. stand by.” shepard was a few miles away from where the van was. “laswell, do we have confirmation?”

“watcher-1 to bravo 0-7, are you in position?” laswell was watching what was going on through a computer back in the states.

“nearly there.” ghost sounded like he was out of breath. “got a heli incoming.” i hear faint rumble coming out of my ear piece.

“that’s general ghorbrani.” laswell sounded so calm, and relaxed.

the palms of my hands were sweating, i couldn’t mess this up or i’d be off the team for good.

“you good?” gaz looks over at me and i nod. “ah, first time jitters. got the same thing.”

“…i’ll give him that.” i heard the last few words of shepards sentence. i spin in my chair, facing a monitor to the right of me.

“i’m eyes on.” ghost was extremely close to the target - i could see it on his body cam.

“what do you see?” i hear laswell start typing on her computer.

“armed personnel, amor and hardware… all russian.” ghost slightly whispers.

“what the hell are the russians doin’ with ghorbrani?” shepards southern accent was in full swing, but he was right. what were they doing with ghorbrani?

gaz taps me on the shoulder. “you got this, okay?” he gives me a thumbs up and i smile.

“thank you.”

“supplying iran, it’s an arms deal.” laswells tone of voice changed.

“you copying this, shadow-1?” shepard was practically breathing on top of his mic.

“we need positive id on ghorbrani before we kick this off.”

“ghost, can you identify the general?” shepard sounded so calm for such a high tense situation.

“armed escorts around one vip… russians are very happy to see him.”

“it’ll be the last time they do..” i chuckled at shepards response.

“visual on general ghorbrani.” gaz looks up at his computer, the coordinates popping up as ghost finished his sentence.

“copy.” laswell sighs. “all stations - target confirmed.”

“shadow-1, you’re cleared hot for launch.”

i heard graves celebrating outside of the van before getting serious again.

“roger that, actual.” he hits the side of the van. “ghost, you are danger close to the zone. this arrow is gonna pack a punch.”

“copy. approved.” i can hear ghost slightly step back on my ear piece. “send it.”

i enter the code on my computer, the monitor turning green.

“we got green.” i turn on my radio.

“all stations, shadow-1. missile ready for immediate delivery, stand by for launch.” graves droned on the radio. he was in the main van (where the missile is) while gaz and i were in the makeshift control center.

“coordinates in, gaz. target designated.” they were all so relaxed about literally killing a whole bunch of people.

“two.. one.. shot out.” graves turns off his radio. gaz and i could hear the missile soar from above us.

“you gotta control it. monitors riiiight up there. you got this.” gaz points to the monitor that was practically on the ceiling of the van.

“got it.”

“missile is loose.” graves comes back on the mic, video footage from the missiles camera turns on.

“link is good, target acquired. artemis, this’ll take manual guidance.” graves starts to read off the coordinates of where the missile is heading.

“you’re right in the pocket, artemis. stay with it.”

“check coming in hot, brace for impact.” graves was watching everything happen on his computer.

gaz was moving around, turning on a few switches.

“time to target… 5 seconds.” graves sounded super focused. well, of course he would. “termination in 3… 2… 1.”

i aim right for their base, and the video camera on the missile goes out of order.

“bloody fuckin’ hell.” ghost mumbles.

“bullseye, artemis.” soap exclaims.

“direct, target destroyed.” when ghost said that, we all cheered. i felt a little guilt though, but i soon realized i shouldn’t have.

11.3.2022 // peace and war, chapter one

[rosedorada]

PEACE AND WAR

prologue (masterlist found HERE)

simon “ghost” riley x (fem) reader

lowercase intended // warnings : cursing, gore, normal cod stuff

wc : 521

i grabbed my car keys and raced out of my house, my brother needed to be picked up from the airport. he had just gotten off of deployment and my dad said ‘it’s the least i could do’.

“your brothers flight landed 5 minutes ago, you’re close to losing your car.” my dad grumbles from the sofa, with his nose in a newspaper.

“sorry, dad.” i roll my eyes and walk to my car.

-

“hey, kiddo! i haven’t seen you in awhile.” my brother runs up to hug me, the scratchy marine corps uniform rubbing up against my face.

“i missed you too.” i hug him back, i haven’t seen him since 2016. when he was deployed back to the middle east for a pointless war.

“so, what’s up with the family? you can obviously drive now, what about-“

“so, mitchell is in college now. hes at app state in north carolina. and then, micah got married like… last year? i wanna say.” i kept my eyes on the road, but my brother could tell by my voice i wasn’t amused. “and i am still living at home, at the age of 20.” i sigh.

“hey, i mean it’s not bad. dad said you were working for the c.i.a the last time i called him.” my brother grabs my water and drinks it.

“gross, first of all. blake, be so for real right now. why would i be in the c.i.a?”

“well, you have the qualities for that. maybe dad just wants you to be just like him.. or your brothers? i’m not sure.” he puts the bottle back down and lays his head on the headrest. “i mean, you’re his only daughter.”

the word ‘daughter’ made my blood boil, whenever my dad would say anything about my brothers and i, he would rave about my brothers (mainly blake, because… military.) success and then ramble about me at the end.

“true.. true..” my phone vibrates in the cup holder and my brother grabs it.

“didn’t know you talk to guys..” blake reads the message. “especially about f-“

“HEY!” i look over and snatch my phone, almost swerving off of the highway. “that’s private.” i set my phone in between my thighs and keep driving.

-

my whole family sat at the dinner table, it was completely silent except for all three of my brothers chewing.

“so, how was the flight?” my dad stops eating to look at blake.

“it was good, i missed the feeling of cold air.” my brother grabs another piece of bread.

“good… good.” my dad sits back in his chair and the wood creaks.

it was awkwardly silent, so i excused myself from the table and went into my room.

i grab the laptop from under my blankets and look up how to apply for the c.i.a - i mean they could see my search history so why not hire me?

“bingo.” i click the job application link, and it takes me to a website that probably hasn’t been touched since 2006.

if my dad wanted me to be just like my brothers, i’ll be just like my brothers.

11.1.2022 // peace and war prologue

(thank you everyone for all the love!! i really appreciate it and chapt one will be up by the end of this week <333)

[rosedorada]

PEACE AND WAR MASTERLIST

simon “ghost” riley x (fem) reader

warnings : cursing, gore, normal cod stuff (use of guns, gore, blood), ptsd, smut

total wc for series : 7.443

last updated : 12.18.2022

on hold —

she was against violence, and just wanted to prove a point to her father. maybe it was a bad idea to fall in love with someone on her task force.

♡ - smut, adult themes

main masterlist

PROLOGUE : 11.1.2022

CHAPTER ONE : 11.3.2022

CHAPTER TWO : 11.19.2022

CHAPTER THREE : 11.19.2022 ♡

CHAPTER FOUR : 12. .. .2022

[rosedorada]

because I’ve seen a couple posts like this recently:

Do not be discouraged if you see someone with the same idea for a fic as you! Because that’s what we want–the same exact stories, over and over, through the unique lens of each writer! That’s the beauty of fanfiction: you can read the same story, slightly to the left, as many times as possible!

So please, post that fic that has the same premise as someone else. Write your version of it, and rest assured knowing that at the very least, one person will be delighted to find the same kind of story as one they just finished!