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Like Mother, Like Daughter: Simon Riley

Call Of Duty Masterlist

word count: 400

description: in which you and ghost have a baby girl who loves to copy your facial expressions

You always wore how you were feeling on your face, everyone could tell what mood you were in based on your facial expressions. It was one of the many things Simon loved about you, considering he was so stoic and neutral faced something that he learns from his years in the military. 

When you and Simon had your baby girl Liliana, you two always fought about her favorite was and who she favored more which was clearly you. But the one thing she loved to do was copy anything  and everything you were doing including your facial expressions. 

Simon found it hilarious when you would be glaring at someone graves for example and babygirl would try and copy or whenever you were mad him, he would not only have one set of eyes glaring at him but his own babygirl glaring at him because her mom was. But the moments you were happy and in a good mood, he would find that smile he fell in love with duplicated on y'all's mini which made his heart grow.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of Graves, making a displeased sound at seeing the man as you adjusted Lilly on your hip. Liliana saw this and immediately tried rolling her eyes at Graves and making a noise of disapproval before giving him her best side eye that she learned from her mama. 

Now the guys had heard stories about Lily copying you're facial expressions but never truly got to see it until today and their reactions didn't disappoint. Kyle was barely keeping together upon witnessing this. Now Soap couldn't hold it together at the sight of Liliana try to copy you at the sight of Graves and ended up laughing at the sight. 

"Ghost...does she always do this?" Price asked looking at you and Lily who were still side eyeing Graves. 

"Always. Anything mama does, she copies." He said with a smile.

"Like mother, like daughter." Price said with a smile as he looked over at you and Lily. Simon smiled at his comment before making his way over to where you guys were standing gently pulling your attention away from Graves and towards him. 

"That's my mama and babygirl." Simon said pressing a kiss to Lilly's forehead and then one on your lips. 

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Some photos for you sluts 🖤🖤

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felt like bringing this back because i’m in a mood to be fucked silly (when am i not?)

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Simon is cold, he’s rough, rude, and doesn’t give a shit about anyone else’s opinions.

Except for you, to you he’s soft, vulnerable, sweet, loving, and happy.

One day you go to drop off his lunch at base as he has forgotten it.

You walk in, dressed in a light pink sundress with flowers on it.

White sandals on your feet, your toes painted white and your nails done in a light pink.

You walk in and go up to the receptionist. All eyes on you.

“Is Simon here?” You ask softly, a small smile on your pink lips

The receptionist looks at you confused, “Simon? Ma’am I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re speaking of.”

A few minutes pass and you’re waiting on the receptionist, when all of a sudden a group of men walk in.

Everyone stands up and salutes them except you, you look up from your phone and see your husband.

“Simmy!” You run through the group of men until you reach Simon, hugging him tightly. The room goes silent as everyone stares.

Some people whisper knowing that he’s most likely gonna push you off and say a rude remark but he doesn’t. Not to you.

He wraps his arms around you as well and picks you up. “Hey love,” He kisses your cheek and hugs you tighter. “What are you doing here?”

You pull away and hug his arm, smiling brightly. “You forgot your lunch, where were you?”

“Just a mission.” He grumbles, he holds your hand and without even saying bye to his comrades he leads you to his office.

Leaving everyone shocked and confused, they all thought that he was lying when he said he was married. And especially they didn’t expect his wife to be so gorgeous.

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Simon was a light sleeper, he had to in his line of work, but he wasn’t just a light sleeper when he was on duty, but at home too.

So when one night he was woken by a clanging down in the kitchen, Simon sat straight in bed, clear headed and focused on locations the reason for that noise.

A small smile slipped on his face, someone was stupid enough to break into his home, must be Simon’s lucky day.

“Stay here, I’ll take care…” He whispered into the dark room, hand patting the space next to him only to find it cold.

You weren’t there.

Simon’s blood froze.

The smile was gone.

His mind ran with a million questions at the same time. Did something happen to you? Were you in danger?

Without hesitation he slipped out of bed and out of the room.

He searched the guest rooms but found everything empty and quiet. So Simon sneaked downstairs, seeing lights on in the kitchen.

To be honest, Simon shouldn’t be surprised. He should absolutely not be surprised to look at the clock on the wall to see the time being three in the morning and you, sitting on the counter, in one of his shirts and your unicorn slippers on while snacking on a freshly opened bag of shredded cheese.

“And here I thought someone broke into our home.” Simon announced his presence and stepped next to you, realizing that you had been daydreaming while eating.

“Damn, don’t scare me, Si!” You complain and cough harshly as you felt some shredded cheese making its way down your windpipe.

He laughed and patted your back, helping you to take a deep breath again. “Sorry, sweets. Like I said, thought we get robbed. What happened that caused me to wake up? Usually you’re quite as a mouse eating your shredded cheese.”

“You left the salad bowl out, I haven’t seen it, ran into it with my fat ass. Sorry for waking you. Know how much you love your sleep.” You mumbled and leaned against his side.

“Mhm… but not as much as eating shredded cheese with you at three in the morning.” Simon grinned and stole the bag of cheese from your hands. “That’s for waking me.” He ate half the bag before handing it back to you. “And that’s for making me think we were getting robbed.”

He stole a sweet kiss from your lips when you were closing the bag of cheese, grinning when you accidentally let it fall to the ground in surprise.

If anyone asks where I was, five words, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail. Sorry <3

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you were heading off to the island club to have brunch with your friends. rafe was outside on the patio, on the phone with barry. you step into his view—perfectly pink painted toes shown off by your wedged sandals, tight little body barely covered by the scraps of fabric you call clothes, your hair styled in pristine condition. you looked beautiful.

“rafe,” you whisper, trying not to be rude while interrupting his conversation. you messed with the hello kitty keychain on your shoulder bag. “I’m leaving now.”

rafe loses all his concentration on his conversation as he turns to stare at you. he tilts his head up, giving you that smug smile that you love so much. you giggle, stepping forward and gathering his face in your hands. you two engage in a sloppy, dirty kiss that would make the nuns at church gasp. he pulled you onto his lap, holding his phone an arm length away.

“rafe, I have to go!” you whined as he began kissing on your neck.

he sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. he nudges you off of him but still kept your hand in his. “alrigh’ get outta here,” he teased.

“yo! country club!” barry’s voice boomed through the phone. “‘r you listening to me?”

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"Private!" A low booming voice calls out, making the soldier who was unashamedly flirting with you and obviously making you uncomfortable, stop dead in his tracks.

You both turn your heads to the voice only to be met by Ghost himself.

A sigh of relief leaves your mouth and you smile as your husband approaches and puts a hand on the small of your back.

He turns to the soldier, "Bathroom duty for a week." He orders and gestures to him to leave, "Yes, sir!" He salutes with a slightly shaky voice, not daring to question the infamous Ghost and leaves, all the while you try to stifle a laugh.

Simon turns to look at you, "You ok, dove?" He asks, "Yeah, though admittedly, he made me really uncomfortable." You reply, "Well he will pay for that." He says, "I don't doubt it." You respond playfully.

"So what brings you here, my love?" He asks, his smile under the mask evident by the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes as his hand gently caresses your cheek.

"Oh, right... well, you forgot your lunch. Here." You hand him the bag, "Thank you, love. You didn't have to." He says gratefully, "Don't mention it, baby." You reply, getting closer and wrapping your arms around his waist with a playful smile dancing on your lovely lips.

And he gazes at you in awe, wondering how he got so lucky.

You raise your hands to touch the hem of his mask, "May I?" You ask and he nods, not caring if anyone sees. In that moment, it's only you that matters.

You slightly raise the mask to reveal his lips and you waste no time to kiss him so sweetly as you wanted to do all morning, "I missed you, Si." You murmur against his lips. Even though he's been gone for only two hours.

"Missed you too, dove." He responds as he fondly glares into your eyes, pecking your lips once more.

"See you at home, LT." You say with a smirk, "See you, luv." He breathes out as you turn to leave, only to turn back halfway and blow a kiss on your hand then wave him goodbye, leaving him awestruck while he thinks what excuse to use to get home sooner.

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Simon! Who did ask your son for your hand in marriage because…uh…who else was he supposed to ask?

Simon! Who carefully planned the entire day to make sure Ollie was in a good mood (because he knew that Boy, if he was sleepy, grumpy, hungry or simply just ‘issy’, don’t tell you that he knew that word, he would say no and then snitch)

Simon! Who first made the kids favorite pancakes, which then fell on the ground as Ollie tried to walk to the table

Simon! Who took him to the museum only for the dinosaur (the only part Ollie liked) to be closed for the day

Simon! Who took Ollie to the park but the kid fell and chipped one of his baby tooth (superglue it back together? He knew he would be a deadman if you saw this)

Simon! Who had to cut the park short cause it started raining

Simon! Who went to Ollie favorite ice cream bar and to low and behold…Ollie’s favorite flavor is out

Simon, who on the drive home, looks back through the mirror to see the toddler looking out the window and figures it might as well be now- so nothing else could could wrong

“Olls?”

“Des sir.”

“Can I ask you a question, Lad?”

Ollie blinked a few times and then nods, unaware that Simon couldn’t actually see him the entire time because he was driving, “Okay.”

“Your mum and I- well I love her a lot, you know that, right?”

Ollie nods.

“And you know how you and your mum moved into my house right?”

“Is cause you have cooler backyard.”

“Yeah- I do have a big backyard,” Simon trailed off for a moment and then clears his throat, “Olls, would you be okay with me staying around for a super long time?”

A pause. “That’s a daddies job. Momma said you’re her boy-frend and that you’re not my daddy.”

“But- what if I wanted to be your dad?”

A longer pause.

“Ollie?”

…

“Oliver?”

“You wouldn’t leave us like him though- right?”

Well great, he didn’t need to almost start crying on the highway, so he nodded, “Never leave you, laddie.”

Part two! 🫢

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Simon " Ghost " Riley x Fem!Reader

CW's : none

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" Simon Riley. "

The way his body tensed just the slightest bit at your words, the way his eyebrows furrowed in an almost unnoticeable manner, both of those actions spoke for themselves.

He knew he was in trouble whenever his little wife would talk to him in such a manner, mentioning his full name instead of some silly pet name.

While he was still comfortably sitting on the couch, his gaze slowly went in your direction.

You were standing there, both hands on your hips and your upper body slightly bended forward. A pose that would indicate that you were about to scold him indeed.

But he couldn't understand why. What did he do wrong? He couldn't recall anything.

" Yes, Mrs Riley? "

Your husband replied.

He was quick to cover up that he did tensed a bit just a moment ago. Instead there was now just a soft yet smug little grin on his lips.

While you just looked as if you were about to throw a tantrum.

" Where's my kiss? "

You hissed out. Almost as if you were genuinely pissed that you didn't get a kiss as soon as you got back from work.

Both of you knew though that it wasn't such a serious matter.

" C'mere. "

Was the only answer you got from your husband.

Yet you didn't miss the way his grin just widened more.

And the way he patted his lap, signaling you to take a seat, only reserved for you.

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Simon wants to marry you.

This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.

So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.

He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.

Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.

When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.

Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.

Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.

But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.

"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.

"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"

"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.

The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.

Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.

He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.

"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."

"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.

His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.

Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.

Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.

But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.

He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.

"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."

"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."

You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.

"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."

Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.

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together through it all

Simon Riley x fem!reader

Summary: being there for Simon during one of his many night terrors

“No! No! Fuck no! Please… please not her. DON’T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME”

Sweat broke on Simon’s forehead as he jolted awake, gasping for air. Stumbling, almost as if running from something, he made it to the bathroom where he threw himself over the toilet, puking his guts out. His whole body was breaking in cold sweat, shaking, with a blurry vision.

He didn’t hear you come in and almost attacked you when you placed a hand on him. He stopped midway, eyes bloodshot, his body only shaking harder when he realized it was only you.

“Si? Baby, it’s ok” your soft voice echoed in his mind, hand running up and down his back as he started vomiting again.

It wasn’t the first time this happened. Simon had severe ptsd, and this reaction was nothing new. He tried to warn you, saying you wouldn’t be happy with him. To go find someone that can actually love you normally. But he didn’t get to decide for you. And over time you got better and better at helping him when needed.

“You’re ok Si” you spoke gently, using a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

He didn’t respond, but when he finally looked up at you, his face was incredibly pale. His lips were losing color too, and his eyes were a little glossy. This panic attack was one of the worst you’d seen him have.

Your hands cupped his face, and without even realizing it, he leaned into your touch, almost to see if you were actually real.

“You’re ok now” you said. Again, he didn’t respond. His breathing was heavy, and he closed his eyes, leaning more into your touch.

You held him for a while, giving him time to relax. His head almost fell onto your chest and strong arms wrapped themselves around you. There was something different about all of it. The way he held you, as if he was almost afraid you would vanish into thin air.

“Do you feel alright enough to walk?” you asked, arms wrapped around his neck, holding his head close to your chest. He only nodded in response.

As you stood up, you gently helped him up too, using your body to support his.

Once you made it to the bedroom, he collapsed on the bed, but still refused to let go of you.

He didn’t speak, his body still slowly shaking as he buried his face deeper into your chest, taking in your scent, trying to convince himself you’re actually real. He’s not hallucinating. You’re indeed there, trying to wrap a blanket around him as he refuses to let you move.

Once the blanket was over both of you, you resumed your gentle touches, fingers running through his hair as his breathing was slowing. Your fingers worked like magic on him. Your patience, something he never saw himself worthy of. All the times he yelled at you during one of his episodes. And even now, he was about to attack you. He didn't understand why someone like you would put up with someone like him. He didn't deserve you, he was sure of that. But he will be damned before he lets anyone take you away from him.

“You’re ok now” you said again, kissing the top of his head “it’s just us here” you continued, nose nuzzling his hair.

He nodded, closing his eyes.

You only closed yours once you heard the soft snoring coming out of your lover’s mouth.

“I love you, Si” you said, earning yourself a little snore in return, which made you chuckle.

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Love Language

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Summary: Simon's oblivious and you just go along with it.

“What’s a love language?”

You frown, looking away from the near-finished deck on your laptop screen and to Simon, whose eyes are on the TV straight ahead. “What?”

“Someone mentioned it at work, seemed like a serious topic. No idea what they were on about.”

“They mentioned it to you?”

“No, I overheard.”

You close your laptop slightly. “It’s how you like to receive love. You can take a quiz to figure it out but it’s basically like getting presents or spending quality time together or verbal cues.”

“Did you take the quiz?” He quirks an eyebrow, looking at you now.

“Mhm,” you nod.

“And?”

“Mine is acts of service. S’why I was all over you last week when you did the groceries and laundry and made me a coffee without asking.”

“Tha’s why?”

“Yep.”

He frowns and looks back at the football game. “Should I take the quiz?”

“You can, but you don’t have to. Yours is pretty obvious.”

“What is it?”

“Physical touch.”

He tuts and shakes his head. “No it’s not.”

“Sure it is!” You laugh.

“I hate touching, s’not my love language. Mine’s like, food.”

“Okay, food is not a love language,” you set your laptop down on the coffee table, revealing your position on the couch. Simon’s facing the TV and you’re sitting sideways with your legs draped over his lap—a position he often maneuvers you into. Even now as he denies his love for physical touch and affection he’s playing with the hem of your sock with one hand and is feeling the smooth, freshly-shaven skin of your leg with the other.

He stares at your expectant expression. “What?”

You gesture to the two of you.

He shrugs and his face turns more confused. “What?”

You shake your head and grab your laptop again. “Oblivious.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next day you’re walking together through the park by your building, needing some fresh air. You’re hand in hand until you notice a bunny further up the path and you remove your hand from Simon’s to point it out excitedly. 

With no hesitation, Simon grabs your arm and lowers your hands so they’re back where they were before—between you and interlocked. He continues walking like nothing just happened—albeit with a slightly tighter grip on your fingers—but you smirk at the side of his face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

The movie’s only just started, but Simon’s already asleep on top of you. His head is resting against your stomach and your legs are tangled together. You continue to watch the action as your fingertips absentmindedly scratch at his scalp. Eventually you stop, opting instead to clasp your hands behind Simon’s back. He groans and you look down at him. He doesn’t move, but he groans again.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

He grabs your elbow to lazily direct your hand back to his head. You smother your knowing smile and resume scratching at his scalp and playing with his hair until the movie’s over.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Your grip is tight around the spindles of your headboard and your head is thrown back as Simon thrusts into you, until he pauses to unwrap your fingers from the wood and encourage you to wrap your arms around his neck instead. He does the same with your legs and his waist before carrying on.

You gently bite his earlobe with a smile.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Time for the shoe swap.”

You made it all night in your heels, but you won’t make the walk home. And that’s exactly why you brought a big purse to stuff your flats in for the inevitable. You dig your hand into your bag, depending on the streetlights to aid you in finding your shoes amongst the rest of your junk that you should really clean out of there. You feel them and are about to pull them out when Simon couches in front of you, facing away.

“What are you doing?”

“Get on,” he says from over his shoulder. “Acts of service, right?”

You smirk and nod like you fully agree. “Right. Acts of service.”

You hop onto his back and he adjusts you so your ankles are locked and your cheek is pressed up against his. “Good?”

You giggle and kiss his temple. “Good.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

“Sorry I’m late!” You huff as you rush into your office. “I uh…” was forced to make out for 20 minutes on my way out of the apartment and missed two trains because my boyfriend moped about having to be home alone on his day off. “I left my laptop and had to turn around.”

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Simon comes home exhausted, complaining about a group of young soldiers thinking they’re too good to take orders and clean up around base. You tilt your head in sympathy and grab his face to rub your thumbs on his flushed cheeks.

He snatches you up and runs you into your room.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“I think it’s words,” he says one morning while he’s got himself wrapped around you in bed. You can barely breathe. “My love language.”

You roll your eyes and shove his hulking body off of you to reach over to your nightstand for your phone, pulling up the quiz and shoving it into his hands. “Prepare to have your mind blown.”

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Landslide -Simon "Ghost" Riley

Based on a request: I was talking about military father-daughter balls with a coworker and as a fluff request to also cleanse your asks: How about Simon walking into his daughters room wearing his suit, going to ask his wife to do his bow tie because he's never been one for formal occasions and sees R/N is getting their daughter ready into her dress and doing her hair.

---- F!Reader, fluff, dad!Ghost, father-daughter moment ----

It's an old tradition that dads did with their daughters, something he never expected to attend and here he is, getting in his dress uniform. His ribbons, medals and the tight berret all decored him. As he was about to put his last medal on, he remembered the stupid tie. He was good at tying ropes but stupid ties that made him forget everything he learned were just…ugh where is his darling wife when he needs him?

"Bloody thing-" he gets cut off by a giggle from his daughter. Oh, that sweet sound that made him retire years ago. As his daughter giggles, he finds himself smiling and forgetting about the tie and the one woman who knows how to tie one is his sweet wife. Slowly, he finds himself walking to the bedroom, looking down as he tries to figure out how to tie this without looking and feeling dumb.

"And then daddy will dance with me?" your sweet daughter says and you nod. "He will and you best be on your best behaviour, okay?" You say as you fix zip her dress up and smile. Simon leans on the doorway and smiles. This is the life any soldier like him ever dreamed of.

He doesn't want to interrupt, this is a special moment after all and he hopes that this becomes a tradition. One that he can continue even with the little one in your soft belly.

Your daughter with a small pout asks if she will always be as pretty as she is tonight and before you can answer, Simon does it for you. "Your daddy's little princess, of course, you'll always be as pretty– no, you'll always be as beautiful and elegant as tonight, just like your mum," he smiles and winks your way.

He always has a way with words and always knows when to compliment you and your princess.

"Now sit still, I have to finish this braid," you softly say and smile. Your little girl is as eager as ever to go out with her dad tonight. And as you do her hair, Simons sits on the edge of the bed, watching you both.

He went from guns, infiltrations and bombs to having pink stickers, toys, dolls and bows all over his home and he will never complain about it. It's beautiful really. He knows that the change is so different but it's so good, he likes the car rides to and from school where he has to play two certain songs over and over. And Soap may laugh at him anytime he gets in the car after a night out and the radio station is on a kid's station but he is a dad and fuck does he love being a dad.

Once you place the last bow and apply the glitter to her hair, Simon is next. Here he was, standing like a little kid to have his mother help him with something. "I just don't get it, love," he says as he lets you tie the tie. You smile, tightening and adjusting his shirt, "Just takes time, Si," you kiss his cheek and chuckle a little as you have to clean his cheek from the lipstick stain. He smiles like a lovesick fool.

A cheeky smile appears on him as your daughter takes his hand, "We'll be late daddy." she reminds him and he smiles. He taught her well, that time management was always important and if he had to arrive at an event at a certain time, he was always there 10 minutes earlier and now so will his daughter.

"Alright, c'mon," he picks her up and kisses your cheek. "We'll be home at 10:30, alright love?" he brushes your cheek and kisses your forehead. "You and the little lad stay warm," he says as he closes the front door.

The whole night was amazing for them both. She received flowers when she got to the car because gentlemen should always give flowers on special nights and she always danced with him all night.

It is a night for the years to come, a new tradition that will heal the old wounds of an old soldier.

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

That Was a Close Call

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Summary: No one knows you and Simon are together and you want to keep it that way. Simon doesn't care who knows, but he might have a secret of his own.

You don’t want to leave. You want to stay naked and pressed up against him, head on his chest and fingers running over his skin. He has you wrapped up and you know he’s about to fall asleep. It comes so easily when you’re together. You’re both so relaxed and at peace in each other’s presence.

But you have to leave.

You kiss his chest a few times as you slowly pull yourself out of his arms. You let the sheets fall as you stand and collect your clothes from the floor.

“You don’t have to go.��

You huff. “Yes, I do.”

Simon rolls over. “I’m your superior, I’m telling you that you can stay.”

“Your being my superior is exactly why I need to leave,” you say as you button your jeans. “I need to get back to base before people start wondering where I am.”

“Who cares if people know we’re together?”

“They could think it’s inappropriate, a sergeant and her lieutenant. I don’t need people thinking I’m sleeping around to get ahead or you’re taking advantage of the lower ranks. And how bad would it look to Price if he knew two people on his team were messing around? The last thing I need is my boss knowing about my dating life.”

“We’re well past messing around,” Simon says. “Half your stuff is here. You’re going back to an empty room on base.”

“I know what we are Simon,” you assure him. “I just don’t think other people need to know.”

You finish getting dressed and lean over your side of the bed to kiss him.

“See you tomorrow?”

He pulls you back to peck your lips a second time. “See you tomorrow. Let me walk you out.”

“I’m good, I know where it is,” you smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Sleep well.”

You exit the room, gather your things by the front door, and head out of his apartment, locking the door behind you with your copy of his key. You pause before fully leaving. You want to stay—truly—but you can’t fathom what people might think of you before understanding the situation. You don’t want to chance people catching on, especially the rest of the task force and especially Captain Price. So you leave.

Keeping it a secret for a little while longer won’t hurt. You and Simon have a sort of secret language anyway. It keeps things kind of fun. Admittedly, you make more use of your signals and secret signs than he does but he understands them all the same. And he answers—meeting you at your room on base, warmly greeting you at his apartment, casually sitting down at the same table as you during meals like there’s nowhere else to sit, showing up at the gym as if he didn’t know you were there and offering to be your spotter simply because it’s convenient. The list goes on and on.

And it works for both of you. For now, at least.

One day it’ll be the right time to just come out with it. But for now, you want to keep it a secret. And Simon’s happy to do what makes you happy… in his own way.

He’s in Price’s office going over the intel informing their next mission when there’s a soft knock on the door. Price grants them entry and you poke your head in, making quick eye contact with Simon before looking at the man you came for.

“Recruits are waiting for you, Cap,” you tell him. “Soap and I got them all tired out. Think a couple might drop off and change their minds about joining.”

Price chuckles. “Good on ya, sarge. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod. When Price looks back down at the papers on his desk, your eyes shift to Simon and widen so he knows you’re communicating to him.

He watches you go through the familiar and overly complex motions—a couple taps to your nose, a flick of your head, a shoulder roll, and a vague gesture with your hands. He gives you a nod like he always does and then you exit and close the door behind you.

“The bloody hell was that?” Price asks, still looking down at his papers.

“Wants to eat together later.”

Price frowns and looks up at his lieutenant. “Thought that one involved pretending to eat.”

Simon shakes his head. “She thought that’d be too obvious ‘case anyone saw.”

Price sighs and looks back down at his desk. “God forbid anyone think she’s up to something if she mimics eating while she’s communicating like a baseball player all over our base.”

Simon smirks under his mask and can’t help but feel a wave of affection for you.

“When you gonna tell her I know?”

He shrugs. “Dunno. She likes the signing stuff. I find it entertaining. Might as well keep it up for a while.”

“Might be mad you didn’t say something sooner.”

“Not my fault you found out, tha’ was all her.”

“Right, hip thrusts are pretty easy to decipher, even when they’re part of a secret language.”

“She didn’t know you were there,” he comes to your defence, but he can’t help but find it hilarious. 

“As long as you’re not distracting my sergeant from her job, I don’t care what you do with each other.”

“Wha’ about her distracting me?”

Price waves him off while he’s reading documents. “Takes her job too seriously to do that.”

“The one hip thrusting in the middle of the commissary?”

“She’s also the one currently training the new recruits.”

“You asked me to come ‘ere.”

Price shrugs. “Could’ve said you were too busy shaping the future of our team.”

Simon slams the papers he’s holding onto his captain’s desk and storms toward the door. “Fuckin’ hell.”

“Hey, when you get there, tell her this,” Price taps his nose, pinches his cheeks, scratches his elbow, rubs his chin on his shoulder, takes off his hat, puts his hat back on, and then smiles.

Simon stares frustratedly from the doorway. “The fuck does that mean?”

“I don’t know, I just made it up. Go ahead and use it for something. Royalty free.”

Simon rolls his eyes and leaves. He makes it to the training grounds with a good 10 minutes to both check you out while you’re running drills and intimidate the recruits before Price shows up. 

And later when it’s time to eat, he drops himself into the seat across from you in the mess hall like you asked him to (although he would’ve anyway). When he sees Price heading toward your table, he says nothing.

“Evenin’,” your captain announces, and you immediately sit up as straight as possible and look anywhere but at Simon.

“H-Hi, cap,” you say.

“Just the two of you tonight?”

Your eyes widen and you look at Simon then. He’s relaxed behind the mask and you struggle to find words. Any words. “I-I, we— um, Soap was coming. I think. I don’t, he might be… um, shower. Showering.”

Price nods. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.”

You nod and wait for him to be out of earshot before you zone in on Simon. “You couldn’t tell me he was coming over here?”

He shrugs. “Didn’t see him.”

You huff before letting a small relieved smile rest on your lips. “Jesus. That was a close call, huh?”

He raises his eyebrows briefly like he believes you. “Very.”

[anangelwhodidntfall]

simon loves to see you wearing his shirts, as underneath there is nothing but a pair of comfortable panties in which you walk around the house, doing various chores and minding your own business, not noticing how he loops after you like a puppy.

the mere sight warms him from the inside, his brown eyes heats like black tea brewing in a mug as he watches you cook breakfast, the black fabric of his plain t shirt looks unbearably cozy and seductive on you, as simon's calloused hands leave the mug and reach out to touch you wherever they can, to put his hands under the fabric and stroke the naked flesh.

he's turning needy, obsessed with you in any way possible — constantly sticking to you and touching you, thin pale lips pressing into your jaw and neck with passionate, small kisses, hands stroking and kneading you everywhere they can, whether it's your plush asscheeks, rounded breasts or waist, as he presses against you from the back with all his heavy weight.

you allow him, loving his every touch, because it took him a long time to feel so relaxed next to you, and now he can't even afford to leave you anymore.

simon is always there, as close as possible to snuggle up to you or hold you, enjoying the warm touch of your hands on his body as well as his on yours, pressing you into his chest.

needless to say that the only thing of all the chores you managed to do was make breakfast for the two of you, and even that was with great zeal — because of the way simon groped you everytime and practically purred in your ear with pleasure, relishing in just simply being next to you.

and you can't refuse to simon when he looks at you with such tenderness in his still sleepy, warm brown eyes, because nothing terrible will happen if you take care of the rest of the chores a little later, right?

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.