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galaxymacbeth · 2 hours ago

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PriceMillan, Ghoap, implied PriceGaz, copious amount of angst

It's nearing takeoff when Price, returning to the meeting room where they just went over the plan for their upcoming mission looking for something he forgets immediately, walks in on them.

They don't notice him, he thinks. If they do, they're too absorbed in each other to pay attention. It’s Soap and Ghost, engaged in some sort of silent conversation, Ghost with his arms crossed over his chest and looking down at Soap who is explaining him something with a quiet tone and serious eyes. It could be sitrep, exchanging intel, negotiation – but it does not look like that to Price, and he can’t think of anything that would not have been discussed with the whole team, not to mention in the dark.

No. He’s seen this before. Hidden away, illicit, often illegal. Always worth the risk and effort, apparently.

He wouldn't know. He's good at restraint. (For now.)

He should probably let them know he's here, and that they're exposed to anyone who just happens to walk in – he and Gaz don’t really care, but other wandering eyes just might. The damn door open and all… Price won't report them, but some of the men relish in being snitches.

But he can't.

It's like he's watching a memory.

He stands frozen in place, half-hidden behind the corner.

Ghost stands very close to Soap, their height difference apparent like this. Soap isn't small, but next to Ghost’s hulking figure he looks... almost dainty. Perfect for Ghost to crowd and hold. As if summoned by Price's musings, Ghost places one hand on Soap’s waist and the other to rest right under his throat mic as he backs Soap against the meeting table.

Price flushes. They press their foreheads together and Soap grabs Ghost by the collar, gloved hand holding onto Ghost’s jacket like a lifeline. Price feels a little hot under his collar, and watches as Ghost leans in and presses a masked kiss over Soap’s parted lips.

He's been there, before.

Years ago, in that abandoned ghost town in Ukraine, MacMillan pulled him down, certain he was going to die, and apologised. Pressing their foreheads together, noses brushing, MacMillan stared him deep in the eye and said ‘whatever happens, John, I am proud of you’ and ‘I'm happy I met you in this lifetime’ and then ‘please live’.

And just like Soap does now, Price surged into a kiss, held onto MacMillan like he would disappear if Price let go. Ghost and Soap are confirming what already exists, a final goodbye if it comes to that – MacMillan's touch was a confession, his shivering breath against Price's skin a damning admission, not a farewell but atonement before the end. Just like Ghost does now, MacMillan buried his shaking hands in Price’s hair, holding him like he’d never get the chance again. Price let out a whimper just like Soap, overwhelmed, head spinning with the heaviness of confirmation and conclusion, this song and dance between them coming to an end.

If they survive this, Ghost and Soap will share a hundred moments like this, reunions and separations over and over.

MacMillan recommended Price for a transfer to another unit.

‘It would not be fair,’ he’d said, marking Price's skin for the first and last time, his fingerprints and bites blooming on Price's skin for less than a week.

Those were the times. Price did understand, he did then and he especially does now. MacMillan was a better Captain than Price could ever dream to be – all he could do was to try and become someone worthy of his greatest secret, earn what his Captain sacrificed for him.

He turns away from the sight in front of him, just as Ghost grasps for the edge of his mask to lift it up, and this certainly isn't for Price to see.

He burns with envy, with jealousy, and wonders if one day he'll have courage to meet brown eyes and pull him in like MacMillan did in Pripyat.

Hold him close. Say farewell without any regrets. Face the battlefield with peace of mind, and bruises blooming on his skin like a brand of claim.

#gods how absolutely heart wrenching😭#beautiful

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galaxymacbeth · 2 hours ago

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『ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ』

『L.T.!K. Garrick x Black!Reader』

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Silent Treatment

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galaxymacbeth · 3 hours ago

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『ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ』

『L.T.!K. Garrick x Black!Reader』

『Series Master List』

『PT 1: Silent Treatment』

His phone sings and chimes the standard alarm that never fails to wake him up. It's Sunday morning, and he's already regretting Saturday night's choices. This time, Kyle is just glad he's waking up in his own bed and not someone else's. The smell of breakfast hits his nose just as he's silencing his alarm, and he's suddenly out of bed.

He shouldn't be able to smell breakfast because Johnny is out of town…also Johnny doesn't make coffee and he's smelling coffee in the kitchen.

The bedside drawer slides open, and he pops the false bottom out to grab his gun. Paranoia that he inherited from Price still lingers in his body when it comes to home safety. He creeps to the door and then down the hallway, peering around the corner to get eyes on the kitchen. A woman is in his kitchen cooking, and all of Saturday comes rushing back to him. Drinks, dancing, too many shots of liquor, and his sergeant goading him into showing that he could very much bag any woman he laid his eyes on. Unfortunately, the woman he bagged was still in his kitchen and not leaving his flat. The gun gets tucked into his sleep pants waist band, and his shirt is pulled down to cover it. One deep sigh later , and he's smiling when he enters.

“Oh Kyle, good morning honey, I thought I'd make breakfast for you.” She's pretty in general, light brown skin, waist length goddess braids, the type you find only on Instagram and in club sections. The only thing he recognized were her brown eyes, and that's why he went for her. They were almost the same as the fierce and angry eyes of the woman he wanted to bail out of jail on Friday night. He doesn't say anything for a moment before humming. He almost doesn't want to be rude, but he says

“Uhm, my roommate will be back soon, and-”

Her body tenses up, and she looks at him in shock. It's clear that she isn't used to being asked to leave. She probably does the leaving. It's a bit awkward as he stares at her and glances towards the front door.

She stares back at him and laughs in such a snooty way it makes Kyle's eye twitch. “Yeah sure, I'll grab my stuff and get out of here. You were fun, hit me up when you want another good time.” She flips her hair, and Kyle knows he must have struck a nerve.

Not even ten minutes later, he's alone in his place. The breakfast that the girl made was trashed. A waste, yeah, but he doesn't eat food that he didn't prepare himself or see prepared from strange women. At least not after the ex-girlfriend and spaghetti incident. He shivers at the thought and gags just a bit.

His phone rings again, and he groans. He's still got a headache from drinking, and the last thing he wants is to spend Sunday not nursing it. He's never letting Squats talk him into fuckery again.

“Yes kid?” He grumbles into the receiver as soon as he answers. On the other end it's loud, music playing, people laughing, signs of a Sunday brunch that's in progress. It's his sergeant, De’Shawn ‘Squats’ Williams, he sounds day time drunk at ten thirty in the morning.

“Hey, LT! I was calling because one, wanted to make sure you were still breathing! Last night you got hammered and took a whole dime home, wanted to make sure it wasn't another spaghetti incident! And two you gotta get down here, it's bottomless drinks for like fifteen pounds!”

Kyle huffed a laugh, “You take one trip to the States, and you speak like you're from Atlanta? We don't even have dimes here.”

“You get what I mean!” He shouts over the music, “Billy, she's here too but Captain Riley won't answer his phone!”

“And he won't. You know he doesn't particularly care for those things.” Kyle shook his head, “But I'm not going. I'm heading down to the precinct.”

De'Shawn groans like a toddler being told no, “Ugh, LT you're killing me and you're still pressed on her? She spit in your face! Also I'm sure your old precinct is tired of seeing you…”

“My cousin is an officer there still, so I'm always welcomed.” He pointedly ignores the reminder of what happened on Friday night.

The girl with an all black ensemble, dressed as if she herself was a mercenary and had stepped off a battle field. When he had seen her throw a smoldering tear gas canister away from a group of people, he knew he found something special. She was bathed in blue lights and the bright orange glow from the fires that were started during the riot, and appeared ethereal. It was unfortunate that she aimed the tear gas directly at the police, fully and intentionally for the sake of whoever she was protecting to get away.

He thought that her selflessness was courageous and attractive. Kyle asked about her towards the end of the night, asked about the woman with the tactical vest that had medic and a cross spray painted on her. When he found her behind bars, she was stripped of her armor, angry brown eyes watching everything and everyone. Her curly hair slicked with sweat, brown eyes red from the tear gas that no doubt caused her discomfort.

“LT, look we'll be here for the most part, swing through if you're still up for it.” De'Shawn sighs.

“Roll call is at six thirty in the morning sharp, don't show up hungover. Ghost will make you run laps.”

“Sure thing, peace!” He says before hanging up, the music and laughter on his end had grown substantially louder.

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“No she still hasn't asked for a lawyer or anything, do you plan on posting her bail?” Mason explained, he didn't even look up from his paperwork. Still in the middle of processing incidents from Friday night going into early Saturday morning.

“Really, is anyone coming for her on Monday?” Kyle asked as he leaned back in his chair across from his cousin.

“Why are you concerned? Do you plan on pressing charges for her assault on you?” Mason finally looks up with a raised brow.

“Of course not, just curious.”

“Hm sure you are.” He dead pans, “Do not try and fuck her…she threw a tear gas canister at my boys.”

“No,” Kyle defends instantly, “She was protecting people.”

“You just won't be on my side will you? Also this isn't military ethics, this is police and civilian laws and ethics.” He snaps his folder shut with an eye roll. Then after a moment of silence Mason sighs in defeat, “You can have Alex let you back there for five minutes to talk to her, after that go do something productive lieutenant star struck.”

He tries to hide the small smile on his face, but he knows his cousin can tell it's there. Kyle is up and out the door before anything else can be said. Secretly he hopes nobody is coming for this woman on Monday and that he will be the one to bail her out.

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The jail cell you sit in is a bit drafty, uncomfortable, and the overhead lights buzz loudly. You know it's not meant for comfort, but going on day two of being held hostage is insane. You don't bother with the one phone call, your brother will be in shortly to start your bail process. The police have tried to talk to you, but your lips stay sealed and shut. The polite good morning from some young, bright eyed, bushy tailed boy was ignored and he almost seemed to pout at your lack of response and dead eyed stare.

“If I don't come back with you guys and get arrested, tell Cecil, and he will come and get me.”

Were the last words you had told your group before going to save a pair of stragglers that were hurt and moving too slow. Your hands were still tender from grabbing the hot metal canister. The thick gloves you wore did their job for the most part. Your eyes finally don't feel like hot pokers are in them. The goggles that traveled everywhere with you had been given to another medic who had foolishly worn contacts.

“You're still here?” His voice, soft and smooth, greets you. He's prettier when not in riot gear, dressed as a civilian. A gorgeous smile, perfectly straight white teeth, brown eyes that sparkle with something, and that something can't be a good thing. In probably his only moment of good judgment, he doesn't get close to your holding cell. “Just wanted to swing by and see if you were okay, my offer still stands.”

His offer to get you out of this predicament, scotch free, record free, but with several strings attached. He isn't slick, wasn't slick when he made the offer while you were in distress. Your jaw clenched tightly, your molars grind together. For a second you think about spitting at him but you can already hear Cecil cursing you out. Instead you cross your arms and look away from him, the corner of your lip raises into a scowl.

Undeterred he continues this futile conversation, “We didn't get a proper introduction.” He chuckles, “My name is Kyle.”

He waits as if you're going to say anything, knowing damn well you won't. But you gotta give it to him, the open hostility doesn't phase him much. Next move you make, crossed legs with your body angled away from him.

“You must be a pro at the silent game.” He jokes, “Is anyone coming to get you?”

“Please stop talking to my client.” Cecil arrives before another offer can get made. He's not dressed like a lawyer at the moment, he looks like he just came back from a music festival. His brightly colored pink and blue hair is covered in glitter, he's dressed in a mesh shirt and black cargo pants. You have never been so happy to see a white guy in your life. He makes quite the sight with faded Fairy themed make-up and kandi bracelets and necklaces all over him.

The officer stares at him with a neutral face, probably upset that whatever scheme he had was interrupted. You however finally smile at Cecil, relief evident in how you sag just a bit.

Kyle glances at you and smiles, “You have a good one sweetie.” He nods towards Cecil and leaves the corridor.

Once he's out of ear shot Cecil lays into you, “Why is it always you that ends up in these messes?” He whines, “I had to cut my gang bang trip short to come get you!”

“Thank you Ce.” Is all you say, “What's the damage?”

“After some calls and stuff, we can weasel you out of this. Olandria said that we can-” He pauses and glances over his shoulder down the hall. An officer and Kyle are down by the door chatting quietly from what you both can see. “We'll finish this after.” He then looks at you and grins for another reason, “Oh did you notice my nipple rings?” He taps them and they light up.

The absurdity of the whole situation finally hits you. You've been arrested, you've been in a mini war zone that started off as a peaceful protest, and your brother is here fresh out of a festival half naked showing you his light up nipple rings. The laugh you let out is loud and boisterous, “Light up nipple rings Cecil? You've gotta be kidding me!”

“What? They were a gift from Carlos, who by the way is a total hottie.” He defends his choice in jewelry with such passion.

Meanwhile, down the hallway, while waiting with Officer Alex, Kyle can't help but smile. Your laughter and smile aren't directed towards him yet, and you haven't said two words to him, but the sound of you makes him feel warmth in his chest. Fierce, stubborn and sweet? He's gotta have you, and he'll do anything to make it happen.

By any means, necessary.

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Also special thanks to @lostintransist for the call sign. I love it!

#im in love #kyle gaz garrick

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galaxymacbeth · 16 hours ago

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did some HC designs for the 141.. These are gonna be the ideas and “lore” I’ll base my drawings/writing on + an unmasked Ghost design that took me fucking hours because designing a blond man is apparently hard as shit

+ CoD character height comparison I did for my headcanon

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galaxymacbeth · 19 hours ago

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Autistic femreader!xSimon “Ghost” Riley Part 4

A/N: I’m writing this from my personal experience of living on the spectrum. Reminder Autism is a spectrum and looks/feels different for everyone. Also I have little knowledge of computers programming and binary code.

Simon spent the whole weekend researching ASD. He feels like an utter arsehole for just moving you out of your little office and into theirs. Everything started to make sense to him, you eating the same time everyday, parking in the same spot, iced coffee on Mondays, you're love for strawberries. What seemed like nervous ticks were probably just stims sometimes. You loosening up over the last few weeks was just you letting your mask slip because you were comfortable around them.

When Simon needed breaks from the research all that was on his mind was what Kyle told him. Should he just let you go and not push further or should he embrace this. It will be a challenge but what relationship isn't.

While Simon spends the weekend researching and pondering his options. You spend the weekend in your egg chair wrapped in a weighted blanket reading. Friday night was a lot for you socially and now you need the quiet to recover. The book you are reading is popular on booktok about a man who works for a mercenary company. He uses the lead female house as cover waiting for danger to pass. She lives alone and is content in her life. He wears a mask and seems to become obsessed with her. You put the book down mad that it feels a little to close to home for you. There’s no way Mr Ghost would ever be interested in you. Sure he held your hand in the car but that was to just calm you down. He might of brought you back a hat but it could just be a thank you. There’s no way he likes you like that, on Friday you walked out in your most revealing pajamas and he didn’t even make a move. You practically had your whole chest out.(it was the closest thing you had to lingerie.)

You get up from your chair to go get a snack. You go into the kitchen and get out an apple and some peanut butter. You can feel that something is off. You can feel a draft in the room, a shift in the air. You grab the knife you were using to cut the apple and hold it tight. You turn the kitchen lights off and hide on the side of the fridge. You hear foot falls coming towards you. You take stock of what’s around you. The sounds of boots on tile cause you to jump out and stick the knife into the intruder shoulder. The intruder hiss in pain. You reach back and grab the frying pan and hit him in the head. The intruder slumps on the floor. You grab a cable cord and tie him up.

You hurry to your phone and dial the only number you could think of. The line rings until you hear a gruff “Hello”

“Mister Ghost I need help. Someone broke in and now he is bleeding on my kitchen floor. I would call the police but he called be bitch in Russian after I stabbed him.” The words spill out before you can even process what you are saying. Simon is up putting shoes on and texting Price to get the others and meet at your place. He stays on the line with you the whole drive over to your flat. His heart is beating faster than ever. He doesn’t even think he felt this anxious on his first solo operation.

He reaches your flat in record time, traffic laws are non existent in his mind. You are in danger and all he can think about is getting to you. He takes the stairs two by two and breaks the door down. He starts calling out your name and he hears a small here from the bedroom. He see the closest door open and walks over to find you inside on the floor. He picks up the blanket and ignores how heavy it is for it being just a blanket. He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. “Shortcake are you hurt anywhere did he hurt you at all.” You can see just how anxious he is. You pull him into a hug and cry. You know you are safe now.

Simon wraps his arms around you and squeezes tightly. From what he read this is helpfully for regulating your nervous system. It will help you calm down. He hears Kyle’s voice saying something about official military exercises knowing he is just trying to get the nosy neighbors to leave. Simon asks if you are ok to go out and explain what happened to the others. You nod and jump off the counter you walk to the closet and grab your blanket before you walk into the main room to talk to the others.

Johnny is in the kitchen with the Russian. You walk over to him and ask, “Is he dead? I didn’t want to kill him i figured if I knock him out you all could question him.” Johnny looks up at you and smiles, “No lass he is still asleep. Knocked him out good. You also stabbed and twisted the knife into his shoulder good job.”

Price walks into the flat next, “He got in through the balcony door. The bushes under are stepped on. You ok doll. Do you need medical attention?” You shake your head no. You’re not ok but you’re not hurt.

“No injuries she must of gotten the jump on him sir.” You look around your flat and you see the broken front door, blood on the kitchen floor, if the Russian came in through the balcony then the lock was broken. You liked this place and now you have to move, before you move you have to repair everything. You start to frantically look around and notice how everything looks the same but feels so different. You start to feel like your bones are itchy and your skin feels hot. All the lights are bright and you can hear the buzz of electricity, the tick of the second hand on the clock. Your breathing starts to become uneven and you just want to crawl in a dark, cold, and quiet place. Kyle and Simon take notice and act fast. They push you to your room. Kyle goes and turns on the soft light and Simon guides you to the bed. Kyle walks out and returns with an ice pack and places it on your neck. You start to match Simon’s deep breaths and you calm down some. “What happened just now. Is it something we are doing or is everything too much at once?” Kyle asks you in a soft voice.

“I think everything hit me at once. Also it’s going to take a lot of effort and money to fix things so I can move out. Moving alone is a nightmare and until everything is fixed I’ll have to stay at a hotel. All I wanted was apples and peanut butter and I didn’t even get to eat it.” Simon and Kyle look at each other and then back to you. “Pack a bag or as many as you need. Fill them with safe clothes, and support items you need. We will be right back ok.” You nod to Kyle and the two men leave the room to let you pack.

The men walk out into the main room and join the rest of their team. “Ok so was he a real threat or just an ordinary criminal?” Kyle asks. “Definitely a threat she can’t stay here or a hotel. I would suggest the base but she is a civilian. Johnny is going to take the threat to base and inform the proper people of the situation. Now to the question of what is going to happened with the girl. Who is she going to stay with?” The captain being direct as always. Kyle and Simon look at each other the back at the other two. She would be welcomed by Price and his wife but she wouldn’t be comfortable. Johnny is messy and that would drive her insane. Kyle pulls Simon to the side.

“You take her in Simon. Get a taste of the good life. See if this is something you really want. If not I’ll gladly take her in. I do think she will be far more comfortable with you Simon.” Simon takes in Kyle’s words. You would be more comfortable with him and if you stay with him he will have you within a hands reach at all times. No job or teammates to interfere or meddle.

“Ok I’ll tell her. Hopefully she won’t bite my head off.” The two rejoin the rest and Simon tells them he will take her home. Price and Kyle stay behind to clean up and secure the flat. Johnny rolls the man up in a tarp and carries him out. Simon takes a deep breath before knocking on your bedroom door. You shout a come in and he finally gets a chance to look around your room. A queen bed with strawberry print duvet. A balcony door with plants on the deck floor. A hammock chair in the corner, the opposite corner is your dresser that is neat and organized like your desk at work.

“Do you have everything you need?” You nod to the two suitcases and duffle bag at the end of the bed. “So that man is one of the bad guys we are chasing so a hotel is not safe for you. You are going to stay with me. I have a spare room and sheet that are far better than a shitty hotel. Kyle and John are going to clean and lock up. Johnny already took the guy out.” Simon goes to grab your two suitcases and your duffle bag. He turns to walk out when you speak up.

“Simon.” The sound of his name leaving your lips stop him dead in his tracks. You’ve never called him by his first name. “I’m scared and I don’t know what to do from here on out. There is no handbook on how to live after someone tried to attack you and you stab them. The last time I had a roommate was in college. That was hell for me. What if there are others after me? What if you really start to hate me after you live with me? What if I’m too much, too difficult?” You start to sniffle back tears. Simon drops everything and rushes over to you. Pulling you to his chest.

He puts a finger under your chin and tilts your head up. Tears in your eyes he hopes never falls because of him. “Shortcake let me help you. Let me guide you. I could never hate you Shortcake. You tell me what you need and I’ll make it happen for you.”

“No Simon. You don’t get it. I’m autistic and this is going to be hell for me. If you’re around it will be hell for you also. Any sense of routine is gone now.” You feel a little better after you got that off your chest.

“I know you are Shortcake. It’s fine. You’ll be fine. You and I will get through this together. Tomorrow is Monday and we will get iced coffee before we head to work. After work we will go get you safe food for my place. For today how about we go get some chips and get you settled into my place.” You pull him tighter scared he will disappear and you nod your head into his chest.

Kyle and John watch the both of you walk out him with your luggage and you with your yoga mat and weighted blanket. “Simon’s going to marry that bird.” John looks at Kyle and smiles.

“Captain I think we know but those two don’t.” Kyle smiles back at Price.

Part 3

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