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Louder than bombs

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female Reader.

Continuation of this

Synopsis: You thought you had a normal, happy life with your fiancé. But everything changes when one day, after a terrorist attack, your fiancé dies, and you discover he had a lover.

That married woman, who died at his side, brings a mysterious man into your life, one who will continue to haunt you.

Will you be able to rebuild your life? Or will you fall for lies again?

CW: Hurt/Comfort, cheating, mention of a terrorist attack, canon-typical violence, insecurities, anxiety, healing process, intrusive thoughts.

Soon...

Tag list: @graybird320 @mandythemint @unsociableraccoon @freddiweasly @matumogs @xxfinding-torixx

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PLEASE I need more of the fennec fox hybrid after they meet 141 and what happens because I'm like actually dying to know 👉👈

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Hi sweetie! Sorry for the delay, work's been killing me :( I'm glad that you liked! Thank you all for the support! Here's second part of Fennec!Reader x Predator!TF141

Regardless of the violent bumping of your heart and the need to run away you stayed firm, controlled. You'd endured many predators before, bullied from them and other hybrids, that was just another experience to put in the list.

So from that first encounter, you stood your ground, demonstrating impeccable professionalism, making your boundaries clear in a subtle but clear way. They, for their part, were quite kind to you; even Ghost, who barely spoke, seemed to soften his demeanor every time he addressed you. While by nature your instincts were alert 24/7, you were aware that you were safe. You could smell it, the way they tried to keep their own scent at bay, and the sound of their hearts beating more gently in your presence didn't go unnoticed by your sensitive ears. It was strange. On the one hand, it was nice to be treated as something more than a pet who had no place in the army. They recognized your efforts and, of course, demanded perfection in every training session.

But, despite their friendliness and professional demeanor, there was a huge barrier separating you from them. And that kindness, ironically enough, seemed to be the very thing that kept you at a distance.

You were part of the team, a member, and at the same time, not. You couldn't even say for sure that you were part of the pack, not because you didn't feel welcome, but because every day there was something subtly reminding you that you were still kind of a mistake, a predator turned prey. It was subtle, but almost immediate. It started with Soap, who was friendly to you from day one. Too much. And more than friendly, it was almost condescending, like a teacher dealing with the shy kid in class. You tried to downplay it, seeing that the Scotsman was generally a radiant man with everyone, always making someone smile.

Until Gaz also entered the equation. While you could describe them all as gentlemen, he was undoubtedly the one who shone the most for his manners. Manners with you were much more pronounced, almost old-fashioned. If he was around, he'd open the door for you and never let you carry anything unless it was a direct order. Did you get some coffee? He was already at your side, carrying that small glass that weighed barely more than your cell phone. But again, you didn't want to think anything of it, seeing that he was naturally charming.

The really weird thing started with Price and Ghost. First, the Captain began marking territory, scenting every area outside the team's control. Your office door, your bedroom door, and your locker were marked every morning with his own scent; fresh tobacco and petrichor with a hint of amber. It wasn't just your spaces, but the entire team's as well. But why? While it was normal in packs, you didn't detect any scenting when you arrived, it was something that happened overnight.

At the same time, Ghost had become your shadow. The wolf was silent, almost like the flight of an owl, but your greatest skill, your superhuman hearing, could detect him even when he was hiding in the darkness, watching you. It wasn't like a predator; it was more like a kind of terrifying, silent guardian. And the whole mix was a broth that cruelly played with your own instincts. Because no matter how gentle they were with you, it was still weird, too forced, too...

Intrusive.

Your mother's words followed you day and night.

"To the world, you are prey, don't forget it."

You knew it, you'd experienced it a thousand times, human or hybrid, it didn't matter, you were considered something easy to break.

Even though everything looked fine, you couldn't explain it. That kindness wasn't normal, and without understanding it in words, it was there, telling you you were in danger. Ironically, by the third week, all that sweet act made you even more alert. That voice inside you told you they were traps to get you to let your guard down so they could attack you mercilessly, rip your heart out with a bite, and drain your body of all life.

So, even knowing that those men would be incapable of harming you, that Kate would never have brought you in with them if she knew you'd be in danger, the fear that the honeyed nature of their treatment provoked in you ended up gradually distancing you. You raised your protective barriers even higher, and every minute you were always attentive to their movements, their false words, and masked smiles.

Until finally, your first team mission arrived. One night before leaving, you couldn't sleep, consumed by the anxiety of not knowing what would happen, not because of the enemy, but because of your own team. But no matter how many possibilities you considered, none of them included what actually ended up happening.

All your belongings had been scented by the four men: your vest, your uniform, and even your boots. Not in a strong or invasive way, it was subtle enough to go undetected, but at close range any hybrid could smell it much better than your own scent. And that was just the beginning.

You were never alone; you always had to be accompanied by one of them, and what at first seemed to scream that it was a trap to attack you and blame the enemy, since there would be no witnesses to your inevitable end, it ended up further confusing your already enervated senses. They weren't with you in a threatening manner; on the contrary, they stood in front of you like a shield, even more alert than usual, in a tension that seemed to petrify their muscles, making them harder, impenetrable.

You all entered an underground base, made possible thanks to stations abandoned years ago.

The plan was a surprise attack, and so far everything had gone well, without any problems, several enemy casualties and no alarms raised. Until, just as you and Gaz were advancing through one of the tunnels, you could hear each member of the team in the distance, as well as the enemy, who didn't suspect anything. Or so you thought. Meters away from you, in a narrow tunnel where Soap was moving around placing bombs that he would detonate in case of emergency, you heard footsteps behind him. Even if your instincts feared your own team, your loyalty made you react and move before reasoning.

"Soap, they're coming toward you." You immediately moved in his direction when you heard other footsteps approaching. Gaz tried to stop you in vain, so he followed you, quickly standing in front of you, but there was no time to complain or even think about it.

Then came the chaos. Footsteps from the team moving alongside the enemy, followed by bullets from all sides. Your vision focused on Soap, who, despite still standing and shooting at the enemy, was wounded.

"Gaz, get her out of here!" Before you could understand Price's words, Gaz grabbed you by the waist with a force that almost left you breathless, and without thinking, he dragged you away.

Finally, you understood.

During all that time, it wasn't that they were trying to lure you down like a trap, but they weren't entirely sincere in their actions either. Simply put, they saw you not as prey, but as a fragile creature that needed protection.

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PLEASE I need more of the fennec fox hybrid after they meet 141 and what happens because I'm like actually dying to know 👉👈

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Hi sweetie! Sorry for the delay, work's been killing me :( I'm glad that you liked! Thank you all for the support! Here's second part of Fennec!Reader x Predator!TF141

Regardless of the violent bumping of your heart and the need to run away you stayed firm, controlled. You'd endured many predators before, bullied from them and other hybrids, that was just another experience to put in the list.

So from that first encounter, you stood your ground, demonstrating impeccable professionalism, making your boundaries clear in a subtle but clear way. They, for their part, were quite kind to you; even Ghost, who barely spoke, seemed to soften his demeanor every time he addressed you. While by nature your instincts were alert 24/7, you were aware that you were safe. You could smell it, the way they tried to keep their own scent at bay, and the sound of their hearts beating more gently in your presence didn't go unnoticed by your sensitive ears. It was strange. On the one hand, it was nice to be treated as something more than a pet who had no place in the army. They recognized your efforts and, of course, demanded perfection in every training session.

But, despite their friendliness and professional demeanor, there was a huge barrier separating you from them. And that kindness, ironically enough, seemed to be the very thing that kept you at a distance.

You were part of the team, a member, and at the same time, not. You couldn't even say for sure that you were part of the pack, not because you didn't feel welcome, but because every day there was something subtly reminding you that you were still kind of a mistake, a predator turned prey. It was subtle, but almost immediate. It started with Soap, who was friendly to you from day one. Too much. And more than friendly, it was almost condescending, like a teacher dealing with the shy kid in class. You tried to downplay it, seeing that the Scotsman was generally a radiant man with everyone, always making someone smile.

Until Gaz also entered the equation. While you could describe them all as gentlemen, he was undoubtedly the one who shone the most for his manners. Manners with you were much more pronounced, almost old-fashioned. If he was around, he'd open the door for you and never let you carry anything unless it was a direct order. Did you get some coffee? He was already at your side, carrying that small glass that weighed barely more than your cell phone. But again, you didn't want to think anything of it, seeing that he was naturally charming.

The really weird thing started with Price and Ghost. First, the Captain began marking territory, scenting every area outside the team's control. Your office door, your bedroom door, and your locker were marked every morning with his own scent; fresh tobacco and petrichor with a hint of amber. It wasn't just your spaces, but the entire team's as well. But why? While it was normal in packs, you didn't detect any scenting when you arrived, it was something that happened overnight.

At the same time, Ghost had become your shadow. The wolf was silent, almost like the flight of an owl, but your greatest skill, your superhuman hearing, could detect him even when he was hiding in the darkness, watching you. It wasn't like a predator; it was more like a kind of terrifying, silent guardian. And the whole mix was a broth that cruelly played with your own instincts. Because no matter how gentle they were with you, it was still weird, too forced, too...

Intrusive.

Your mother's words followed you day and night.

"To the world, you are prey, don't forget it."

You knew it, you'd experienced it a thousand times, human or hybrid, it didn't matter, you were considered something easy to break.

Even though everything looked fine, you couldn't explain it. That kindness wasn't normal, and without understanding it in words, it was there, telling you you were in danger. Ironically, by the third week, all that sweet act made you even more alert. That voice inside you told you they were traps to get you to let your guard down so they could attack you mercilessly, rip your heart out with a bite, and drain your body of all life.

So, even knowing that those men would be incapable of harming you, that Kate would never have brought you in with them if she knew you'd be in danger, the fear that the honeyed nature of their treatment provoked in you ended up gradually distancing you. You raised your protective barriers even higher, and every minute you were always attentive to their movements, their false words, and masked smiles.

Until finally, your first team mission arrived. One night before leaving, you couldn't sleep, consumed by the anxiety of not knowing what would happen, not because of the enemy, but because of your own team. But no matter how many possibilities you considered, none of them included what actually ended up happening.

All your belongings had been scented by the four men: your vest, your uniform, and even your boots. Not in a strong or invasive way, it was subtle enough to go undetected, but at close range any hybrid could smell it much better than your own scent. And that was just the beginning.

You were never alone; you always had to be accompanied by one of them, and what at first seemed to scream that it was a trap to attack you and blame the enemy, since there would be no witnesses to your inevitable end, it ended up further confusing your already enervated senses. They weren't with you in a threatening manner; on the contrary, they stood in front of you like a shield, even more alert than usual, in a tension that seemed to petrify their muscles, making them harder, impenetrable.

You all entered an underground base, made possible thanks to stations abandoned years ago.

The plan was a surprise attack, and so far everything had gone well, without any problems, several enemy casualties and no alarms raised. Until, just as you and Gaz were advancing through one of the tunnels, you could hear each member of the team in the distance, as well as the enemy, who didn't suspect anything. Or so you thought. Meters away from you, in a narrow tunnel where Soap was moving around placing bombs that he would detonate in case of emergency, you heard footsteps behind him. Even if your instincts feared your own team, your loyalty made you react and move before reasoning.

"Soap, they're coming toward you." You immediately moved in his direction when you heard other footsteps approaching. Gaz tried to stop you in vain, so he followed you, quickly standing in front of you, but there was no time to complain or even think about it.

Then came the chaos. Footsteps from the team moving alongside the enemy, followed by bullets from all sides. Your vision focused on Soap, who, despite still standing and shooting at the enemy, was wounded.

"Gaz, get her out of here!" Before you could understand Price's words, Gaz grabbed you by the waist with a force that almost left you breathless, and without thinking, he dragged you away.

Finally, you understood.

During all that time, it wasn't that they were trying to lure you down like a trap, but they weren't entirely sincere in their actions either. Simply put, they saw you not as prey, but as a fragile creature that needed protection.

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Hybrid!TF141 x Hybrid!Reader

Part 2

Being a hybrid in the army was very common, after all they were stronger, faster, with superdeveloped senses. And maybe your abilities were incredible, but at the end of the day it didn't change what you were. 

A fennec hybrid.

The smallest of the canines, a predator that looked and smelled like a prey. To carnivorous hybrids that's what you are, a prey, barely little stronger than normal humans, a sweet soft scent that could confuse anyone, making you pass almost for a rabbit or even a mouse. To herbivorous hybrids it was even more complicated. The big and average ones considered you kind of a prey too, an insect they could just crush with their paws, instead of a menace you were a bother. And to the smaller herbs like rodents and small birds, you were still a predator, your sweet scent instinctively made them reject you to protect themselves, and it wasn't nothing personal, it was just instinct. 

To make it worse your own instincts didn't help either. In theory you were a carnivore, but you also needed fruits and plants to survive, which made you more like an omnivore. Even when your skills were incredible your temperament was docile, easy to live and get along with animals, any other hybrids and humans. And talking about humans, they considered you as a cute dog hybrid, a pet, some of them even called you a "chihuahua" because of your big ears.

Yeah, being a fennec hybrid sucked. Not to mention that due to all the disadvantages your species were extremely reduced, barely forty hybrids distributed all around the world counting you and your parents. 

Not a human, but not considered as enough animal to your hybrid fellows. Since you had memory all that you could remember was rejection from everyone, only finding acceptance in the army, where your hyper sensitive hearing sense was like any other, you could hear even the water that ran through the underground piping systems, the climate was a joke to you, extreme heats or colds no matter to you, you resisted them equally. Water wasn't necessary to you, and to the moment of fleeing away you were the fastest. 

Sadly, your abilities weren't enough to most of your fellow soldiers, to them you were a pet and nothing more. Same reason why you never had a team, you never fit in any, there was always a reason that made everyone reject you in one way or another, even in the slightest things. The only ones who treated you with real respect were the dog hybrids, thanks to their friendly behaviour and advocate tendencies they made you feel accepted. It would be better if the army allowed more of them to join as soldiers and not just as medics, but well, it was something. At least in your free time you could spend time with them. 

Maybe that's what made you trust in Kate Laswell, an Australian Shepherd hybrid, one of those rare cases of military dogs. In a mission you met her and got along very well, and noticing your perfect skills she convinced you to join the Task Force, a team and a pack of predator hybrids. Intelligent, controlled and skilled as hell, the perfect place to show the world what you were capable of. 

So there you were, walking through the halls of your new base heading towards your Captain's office, guided by Laswell whose words of how the men were only excited you more. 

And that's what made the blow harder, stealing the air from your lungs like a kick in the stomach. 

The woody smoky smell mixed with the hard beating of big hearts, pumping blood with the unique strength of a predator was overwhelming. Immediately the hair on your tail stood up and your heart raced, a reaction that you hadn't had in years since you joined the army a decade ago. You tried to calm yourself, they were predators like any other you'd treated in the past, nothing to worry about.

Lies that died the moment Kate opened the door, revealing your new team. She presented each one of them, but all that you could hear was your brain screaming to you to run away as fast as you could. 

Captain John Price, brown bear hybrid.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Mackenzie wolf hybrid.

Sargeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, puma hybrid.

Sargeant Johnny "Soap" Mactavish, lynx hybrid.

All of them were natural predators of foxes.

Just fucking great. 

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SingleDad!Simon x Reader

You're almost in your 30's, a chief assistant in a small company, almost considered as the second in charge by the rest of employees. It's a good job, a little too demanding but nothing exaggerated, you have time for yourself and the pay is 10/10.

So, your job has a support program where they hire young people between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two so they can gain experience while earning a minimum wage. This is how you meet a young girl, Paulette, she’s nineteen and very responsible, brilliant, charismatic, her feet firmly on the ground. Almost since her first day she gets along with you pretty well, she follows you everywhere in full admiration and tells you all her secrets, making your heart flutter tenderly.

Months pass by and the corporate Christmas party is coming. Everything goes fine until Paulette gets drunk badly, you didn't even know how it was possible, one moment you left her for ten minutes to talk with your boss and when you came back she was all drunk and giddy.

Of course, you decide to call it a night and give her a ride to her home. It's the first time you're at her place, despite that she's a social butterfly and you're her loyal confidant, she doesn't talk much about her family, you only know that she lives with her father, a man in his 40's, and that her mother never was in the picture.

When you arrive at her home you expect to be received by a typical dad, waiting for her in shorts, a white t-shirt, and sandals with socks. However, the man that waits for you two in the living room is nothing but.

Tall, broody, intimidating, face full of scars and a tattoo adorning his burly arm. He looks at you like you've been the one who put her daughter in that bad state, and just when you're ready to apologize and explain yourself, he speaks so gently in that deep voice that makes your skin crawl.

"My girl is causing you trouble, huh?" Then he carries her as if she weighs nothing. "Wait here, sweetheart." The petname bubbles inside your chest and before your brain could process it he's already gone.

Ten minutes later he comes back to the living room where you're patiently waiting.

"Thanks for taking care of my girl, not only today but always." Although she doesn't talk much about him and her uncles, Paulette has been talking about you from the start, how a wonderful boss you were and the kind way you treat everyone, always glad of being under your wise wing. She even considers you as a big sister, her role model.

And Simon couldn't be more grateful to you for everything.

Since that day he’s started to invite you to his home, at first with the excuse of thank you for all your sweet gestures towards his daughter. However, by the fourth date he goes straight to the point. He wants to enjoy your company, just you and him. And how could you deny something to him when he's been nothing but a true gentleman with you?

You like him, and he likes you too. Even when none of you admit it out loud you know it, the attraction is powerful, electrifying, a warm sensation that tickles inside you making you feel like home.

Love it's inevitable.

But you couldn't love him. You shouldn't. Not when Paulette's heart could be broken for your betrayal. She trusts you, she's let you form part of her world, of her family. You're her sister, her best friend, her confidant. She's already had a bad experience with her own mother from the moment she was born, you couldn't do the same to her.

And if her happiness means you stay away from her father, you'd do it.

"I'm sorry, Simon... But I don't love you." You lie, breaking his and your own heart. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles tenderly, holding onto you. He knows you're lying for his daughter's wellness, and that only makes him love you more. You want to stay there, to retract yourself and let him take you, hold you tighter and never let you go.

But you have to be strong, for her.

So you pull your hand away, look at him in painful silence, telling you everything with your watery gaze. Then, stand up and without looking back you walk away, feeling how with every step your heart breaks more and more until turning into tiny sharp pieces.

Before it even started, that love story had ended. It hurts so much you feel like dying. But you're doing the right thing, even if it’s killing you.

Right?

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It's incredible how much damage one person can do to you.

Your dad, a heavy smoker had died from lungs cancer when you were only fifteen, you saw him dying day after day, connected to an artificial lung to breathe. He made you swear on him that you’d never smoke, not even once. And you kept your promise; you even avoided smoking other things like weed.

And now here you were, at the building’s roof garden smoking a cigarette that you took from your husband. Because as if the pain of being cheating for a whole year after five years of marriage, you wanted him to kill you physically too.

“I thought you didn’t smoke, sweetheart.�� You were startled slightly, turned around and saw your neighbour, still and huge as a mountain, his chocolate gaze focused on you as if he could read your very soul. You smiled slightly, barely a ghost before bringing the cigar to your lips and take a deep breath.

“I don’t. But there’s always a first time, right?” He snorted softly and shook his head, then approached to you, his steps barely audible despite his burly body. When he was just next to you, he took out his own cigar, lit it and brought it to his lips.

For some minutes none of you said anything, just enjoyed that comfort silence between. You’d never talked to him beyond a greeting, only knew his name and that whatever his job was, was related to security or something like that since he was quite reserved, not to mention that there were times when he would disappear for weeks. But even so he was gentle, and maybe that was enough for you to feel comfortable around him, even at this moment.

“So, why have you decided to kill your lungs?” It was hypocrite, you both knew, but at the same time it was kind of funny, talking about healthy habits when he was doing the opposite.

You didn’t answer right away, he didn’t expect it either. He was sure that you’d tell him something like having a hard day or problems at work. So, when you answered in pure raw truth, he almost lost his breath.

“It’s my birthday, and my dear husband is cheating on me right now with his favourite nurse.” You exhaled heavily, feeling how your soul abandoned your body alongside the burning smoke. “Being doing it for a while.”

Why did you keep putting up with it? Well, at first, when you discovered it by accident it was because you loved him so much that you hope one day, seeing your love and efforts he’d stop cheating on you. That’s why you even didn’t tell him anything. But now you didn’t love him anymore, you were with him because you simply gave up, now you didn’t care. If you got divorced, good, if not, good too. You could just leave and don’t look back or sue him and take everything away from him since you had enough evidence.

Did it matter at this point?

“Fucking bastard.” He muttered and crushed the cigar with his heavy boot, wishing that it was your husband instead. For some reason, even when you didn’t pity yourself anymore, he made you feel good, noticed, important.

Worth of something better.

And that was enough to sprout a tiny tear than ran down your face.

“Hey, don’t cry, luv.” He wiped away your tear, and the brush of his knuckles made you smile silly, fluttering your heart. “He’s not worth it, you’re too much for him.” Oh God how beautiful his words reverberated inside your ribcage. Your smile widened and a little weak giggle came out from your chest. “There you go, much better.”

And you stayed like that, enjoying each other’s company, feeling how his mere present could heal your tired heart. That’s what you needed, company, someone who noticed you and without words could make you believe that after the storm sun always comes out.

“It’s still your birthday, luv. What if we celebrate at my place?” You nodded almost instantly, eager to spend more time with him.

And that’s how you were now sitting in his couch, your legs extended over his lap, both of you eating your favourite food from your favourite restaurant, laughing of his dumb dad jokes. All the pain that kept your heart broken vanished little by little, just by seeing his beautiful smile dedicated exclusively just to you. And of course, the delicious cake he ordered helped a lot too.

A single person could make damage on you, but it was even more incredible how a person could love your shattered parts and help you to rebuild yourself. Because hurting someone was easy, but loving and staying even in the worst was priceless.

And just like to you he was an angel sent from above, to him you were the most beautiful and rarest of the treasures, one that he’ll protect with his own life.

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I'm glad that we all collectively agreed that Kate Laswell is an angel, always protecting and saving reader when TF141 are assholes against them, and putting order into the messy life that these men have.

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TF141 at Macdonald's

Y/N trying to protect their fries from Soap and failing miserably: Dude stop, get your own!

Soap: Nuh-uh, sharing is part of a good team.

Y/N: *Proceeds to lick all the fries.*

Everyone:

Soap grabbing a drooling fry: Do you think that your saliva's going to stop me?

Ghost: *Grunts like a feral mutt.*

Soap returning the fry: 'Cuz you're right sweetheart. Enjoy your fries!

Y/N: :)

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The first explosion was the one who took him away. And the second, the one that exploded inside you, took a part of you.

Two years together, and three months being engaged with an incredible man. Your life wasn’t perfect, but it was beautiful, and you couldn’t ask for more. At least not until today.

As a teacher you had to attend to the end-of-scholar-year ceremony, especially since you were awarded as the favourite teacher of the year. An award that your beloved students made just for you.

Sadly, your fiancé couldn’t attend with you due to his work, being a lawyer wasn’t easy, and you knew it, last minute calls were common so this wasn’t the first time that he couldn’t be there with you. But it was okay, you understood it, and he made it up to you in one way or another.

The ceremony was beautiful as always, full of emotional moments, tears of happiness and gifts, not to mention the delicious meal that the parents made for everyone. At noon, just when you were talking with some moms and drinking cider, in the blink of an eye the whole school fell in a tense silence, so heavy you could feel it crushing you.

One heartbeat, one breathing, and just when you exhaled a cell phone rang and like a domino effect, one after another began to ring with incoming calls, breaking the silence. Everyone was looking at each other while some parents answered the calls.

A cry echoed in the room, a scream that itched your bones like needles. Then another father started to yell at whoever was at the end of the line, followed by more parents crying or asking desperately for their beloved ones. In less than a minute the cheerful ceremony died and turned into a chaos.

What was happening?

Your cell phone rang, and the sound felt like a stab directly at your heart. With trembling hands, you managed to answer, it was a miracle that the other person could heard your broken voice. A strange woman asked for you, calling your name, and when you confirmed that it was you, his voice crashed into you at a thousand miles per hour.

“There was an attack in the city centre, among the victims we found your partner.”

White noise was all that you could hear before a silent scream came from your soul, your knees became numb and then everything went black.

You didn’t remember much, your brain barely registered fragments of your surroundings. One of your co-workers gave you a ride towards the temporal morgue where the corpses were gathered waiting to be recognized.

And there he was. Marcus, your fiancé, the man you loved and who you thought you’d get married soon. That morning you’d seen him, kissed him and heard his voice calling your name. Now he was dead, his naked body covered in blood and bruises, without an arm because the building had fallen into him.

A bomb had killed him, then a second bomb exploded inside you, leaving you half alive. But the final bomb was just about to explode.

“We found him inside a hotel room, he… He was with another woman.”

If you screamed, froze, cried or denied everything, you didn’t know, you couldn’t remember no matter how much you tried. And well, being honest, you didn’t care either.

From that moment on you went numb, moving in autopilot, existing but not living. You had to take care of his corpse after all, even if you didn’t want to. Again, just to save the energy to survive, your brain didn’t register everything, barely the most important events like signing the legal documents and calling funeral homes, though at the end you didn’t dire any service.

You just were there in the waiting room, looking into nothing, breathing, existing like an empty shell. How long have you been there? You didn’t know.

“You’re Marcus' woman, huh?” A cold deep voice made you react, as if you were coming to the surface after hours at the bottom of the sea you breathed abruptly, deeply. Then looked at the strange man who called you and your body froze for a second.

Tall, burly as a truck, looking at you with cold rage. Or well, that’s what it seemed since all you could see were his eyes, the rest of his face was covered by a skull balaclava. He was a military and judging by the dirt and blood stains all over his uniform, he’d been part of the rescue soldiers.

For the first time in hours, you felt something more than pain or numbness. It was almost certain that he knew about Marcus and his lover considering his job. What did he want? Make fun of you? Pretend to feel sorry for you just to get information out of you?

You frowned and spoke seriously, almost furious.

“Who are you?”

The man didn’t respond, he just stayed there, standing still as a statue, looking at you without blinking. Five, ten, fifteen seconds passed, probably more, but he didn’t move an inch, and that made your skin prickled. The tension was so thick that you wanted to speak, but before you could, he finally answered.

“I’m the husband of your man’s lover.”

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Fun fact: Most of the time, clothes size increases on weight, not height. That means that if you buy clothing your size and the same one but 3 sizes bigger, it’d fit you lengthwise, although it doesn't fit you widthwise.

Now, Ghost who's not only burly and chunky, but also tall as a mountain. This poor man always must have his clothes made or buy on special shops. Because maybe an XXL shirt would fit him right around his huge torso, but at lengthwise... Well, let's just say that he always ends up looking like a burly Winnie Pooh, with his exposed tummy greeting the whole world.

Probably König has the same problem

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“Excuse me?” You didn’t know if you were incredulous, confused or what. You’d accepted to have a date with Dylan, a medic from the base’s medical wing who had been spending the last weeks courting you and asking you on a date more than once.

You weren’t convinced at first, but he was charismatic and funny so at the end you accepted despite that the team weren’t very happy about it, especially Ghost who almost barked in disgust.

“You’re too good for him.”

Well, maybe he was right. You realized now that you were there, looking in disbelief at your date in the driver seat and another woman in the passenger seat, why? Because she was his best friend, ergo, where he went, she went too. Oh, and since she got dizzy, she needed to go in the front seat.

Just when you were about to just quit and leave, you noticed a little camera in the dashboard.

That was a prank. Dylan wasn’t trying to lower you and manipulate until you turned into a submissive insecure woman. No, he simply was an immature man playing toxic teen pranks. A man with a child mind.

Good, just damn great.

Despite that you smiled almost as sweetly as the woman and just got into the back seat. Once the engine started Dylan forgot about you completely and focused his attention on Pauline, his friend. While they were talking and laughing as if you weren’t there, you simply took out your cell phone and send a message to the team’s chat group.

After all, two can play the same game.

You giggled softly reading their replies, insulting him and even John promised to talk with Dylan’s superior to increase his workload. Of course, your laugh drew his and Pauline’s attention. Why were you laughing? That wasn’t part of the joke. Dylan asked you who you were talking to, and when you responded nonchalantly that with your team since they cared about you, Pauline intervened.

“Oh darling,” God, her fake cloying voice unnerved you “don’t feel insecure, talk with us, it’s a date after all.” Really? Was she forcing the situation to make you looked like the insecure woman who couldn’t accept to your date had female friends and didn’t pay attention to you 24/7?

Just before you could respond her your cell phone rang. Simon was calling you.

“Hi Si.”

“Send me the stupid restaurant’s location.” Saying he was furious was understatement, he was even speaking in that commanding voice that he’d never used with you. “I’ll come for you.”

After sending him the location he continued talking to you, making you laugh to Dylan’s displeasure. Even Pauline was uncomfortable, but they couldn’t say anything, after all, they were the ones who started this, who tried to make you less just for a stupid joke they’d probably post on TikTok later. As if it was funny to hurt others.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but the moment you arrived at the restaurant, Simon was already there. Had he run the red lights? Probably. But he didn’t care, not when it came about you. When you opened the door ready to get out, he approached you and helped you, Dylan was surprised confused to see him there but tried to act confidently.

“Hey, Lieutenant.” He extended his hand and Simon ignored him completely, not even deigned to look at him, his attention focused on you.

“We’re going.” Before Dylan could ask and protest, Simon continued. “Enjoy your date with your friend.” And so, without saying anything else, Simon guided you to his motorcycle, where he helped you to get on it, secured your helmet to then drive in the middle of the night. He didn’t tell you where, but it wasn’t necessary, you already knew.

After ten minutes you arrived at your favourite coffee shop, one that served bubbled tea and taro pies, in addition to having a small library. Just the mere smell of sweet coffee made you feel lighter; he always managed to make you smile even in the worst scenarios.

They say that when you hit rock bottom, all you have to do is go up. And maybe that was right, because you spent that night laughing with Simon, enjoying each other’s company in a new level of intimacy. Despite that at first you felt stupid for having given Dylan a chance, and even felt unworthy, Simon soothed your insecurities, after all nothing had been your fault, we all make mistakes, and he’ll be there always for you to help you up.

And maybe that bad experience with Dylan wasn’t that bad, not when two hours later Simon was kissing you right at your doorstep, confessing his love and promising to never let you down.

Who would say that sometimes we need to get a little lost to find the perfect path?

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Gods were real, as real as earth itself. There are gods of all kinds, the good ones, the bad, and a not so small group that could be described as unpredictable.

Those goods pretended to be good, to help people who prayed to them and made an altar for them. But if you dared to do something that they didn’t want to, even the most innocent thing, they’d punish you as if you were Judas himself.

And their evil wasn’t limited to humans; they also loved to make other gods suffer. But not the good ones, they were older than them, wiser, impossible to break. Just like coward humans, they enjoyed picking on those who were equal or weaker than them in some way.

And they found the perfect victim.

The Task Force 141 had died months ago in a mission that went terribly wrong. But they didn’t reincarnate as any other human, no, their virtues made them chosen by some of the most important gods. Justice, wise, strength, temperance and death.

They were chosen to take their places and mark the new generation of gods. In a capsule where time was completely different from how humans know it; these men were trained until they controlled their powers in a perfect balance body-mind. They were already wise in their human life, that’s why they were chosen.

However, they didn’t have the experience of a god itself, and this depraved group of unpredictable gods decided to have fun at expense of one of them.

Simon Riley, the new god of death. A wise god, death was just a change, a rest before a new beginning, a time to reflect and learn before being reincarnated again. Just as his predecessor, Simon was a composed man, guarded, serene, stoic and imponent, a man with a golden heart under the scars and quiet behaviour. But then again, he was inexperienced as a god.

So, one day when he was doing his duties, a god pretending to be the god of love set a trap for Simon while walked the earth collecting the souls of abandoned animals. One stroke and the god of death felt infatuated of you, a simple woman who was passing by.

Or so it seemed, because that evil god had chosen you previously. You, a woman with a sad past and deep emotional scars. And this wasn’t a simple infatuation, no. Simon fell in a delusion in which he believed that you were soulmates even when he knew the concept was a human invention, soulmates weren’t real, but he believed from the inside out that you were his predestined.

Not only that, but this delusional infatuation controlled his mind to the point that just two days later he simply kidnapped you and brought you to his kingdom, He dressed you in silk made of stars, filled your room with magical flowers, and treated you with the sweetest kindness. Because even though he was deluded, he was still a noble god.

He adored you, cared for you as if you were made of fine crystal, taking care of you without caring about neglecting himself in the process. And that's why he couldn't understand why you cried all the time, why you were afraid of him? Why you tried to run away? You were soulmates, destined to be together. You must have loved him as much as he loved you. So why did you look at him like he was a monster? Wasn't his love enough? Wasn't he enough?

Day after day, while you cried and searched for ways out, he suffered for you, dying from what he believed was love. That illusion could bring him a physical pain that was destroying him.

And while his brothers didn’t know what was happening and tried to help him, to make him see reason, those evil gods were enjoying his and your suffering, planning something bigger in the shadows.

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“You know? I’m sure that we’ve met before.”

Those words caught his attention; he looked up from his book to focus completely on you.

“Wha’ do ya mean, luv?” You pout slightly while thinking, trying to put your ideas in order. You knew you didn’t express yourself clearly, to you it’d sense, but from the outside it sounded weird.

“I don’t mean like, in a traditional way. We met just when I joined the team.” He frowned lightly, trying to understand you, so you continued. “I know we’ve met before, not in this life.” For a moment, everything was silent, you were still sorting through that carousel of ideas while he imagined your words.

“Ya mean, like reincarnation?” You nodded immediately. “Do ya believe in that?”

“I’m not sure, because it’s a spiritual concept that I’m not completely familiar with, but it’s a feeling, something that I know within.” He looked at you with that neutral expression of his, not judging you, he would never, he was just thinking about your words.

“Like soulmates?” You frowned and shook your head.

“No, no. None of that new age shit, those people are anti-vaxx, you know? That’s creepy.” He chuckled wholeheartedly; he loved the way your nose wrinkled when you made that grimace of disgust he loved so much. “I mean, we’ve met before in every past life, not because we were forced to do so, but because he chose each other.”

That fluttered his heart, his blood felt warm, hot like a volcano. Several images passed before his eyes, you dressed like a medieval maid, or like a hippie rebel woman driving in your Chevrolet G-Body while listening to The Beatles. And the best part was that he was next to you in every picture, seeing your beautiful smile that was made of sun rays.

“Is tha’ so?” He grabbed your hand tenderly, his thumb caressing your warm skin. You melted at his touch, just a simple brush was enough to make you feel safe and loved.

“Yeah. I know that I’ve met you in each one of my past lives, and in every one of them, I’ve chosen you. Not out of obligation but out of free will, because I wanted to be with you.”

This time he couldn’t take it anymore, his heart was ready to explode like hot soda, bubbling and uncontrollable, so he put his book aside, almost throwing it, and he crushed you in the couch, hiding his face in the crock of your neck. You giggled and patted his back tenderly despite that he was swallowing you with his body.

“And you know what else?” He growled softly, causing tickles through your body. “Perhaps we weren't always a couple, maybe our love was sometimes platonic, maybe sometimes we were family, simple friends, or even gender reversed." While you were caressing his scalp you could feel your hearts beating together at the same time, a rhythm of love. "But I know that in every version of us, in every form and no matter the time, we have chosen each other."

Finally, he looked up at you, his eyes were watery, glossy, but oh so full of love and devotion.

“And I’ll always continue to choose you.”

There was nothing else to say, he closed the almost non-existence distance and kissed you tenderly, a devotion that was like worshiping. Because you were right, in every past live you’ve chosen each other, loving in every possible way. It wasn't a matter of being predestined, but of loving in its purest and most sincere form, a love that transcended the tangible and life itself.

A love that you’d experience a thousand times over, and always, both of you would find a new way to love each other.

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Warm, the perfect word to describe him. He’d always been warm, like a human heater. With him winter wasn’t cold anymore, if you were cold all that you needed was to just sit in his lap and his body would react by wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer to him.

And even now, completely asleep, he continued to be warm.

How calm he was like this, with no worries in mind, no nightmares, no duties. Just calmness. His muscles were too relaxed, as always when he slept with you. With your fingertips you began to trace his tattoos, each one of them. Some newer, and some older, for you they were perfect like him.

Reaching his shoulder, you came across his most recent tattoo, the one he got for you. It was your initials and just below the date he met you, decorated around with a crown of your favourite flowers. Although it was small, it stood out among the rest, which were military related.

An ached stabbed in your heart, an overwhelming pain knowing how much he loved you.

“I love you, Simon.” You murmured softly and then kissed his arm so tenderly. Then, you resumed your path of caresses and continued tracing his skin. Chest, clavicles, neck, and finally, his face.

Every feature was caressed lovely by you, worshiping him like a god himself. How could you not? He was roughly beautiful, strong frown, crooked nose, scars decorating his face like stars above the night sky. Your favourite was the one he had on his upper lip, in every opportunity you had you kissed it tenderly, tracing it with your lips.

Nobody had ever done it before. Maybe because he was closed and basically only you and his team knew him under the uniform and that skull balaclava. Or maybe just because you were the first woman who loved him from the inside out honestly, purely. The first who accepted him the way he was, with his virtues and flaws, including nightmares and fears, patiently accompanying him to heal them.

And how couldn’t you? He loved you fiercely with every cell in his body, his skin craved for you like the one of a starved man, and when you made love, he worshipped you like a goddess. Every touch was like a prayer of love, and climax was an experience that transcended the earthly plane.

Your soul and his were one.

Footsteps were getting closer to you, without turning to face them, you knew who they were.

“It’s time, dove.” John’s voice echoed through the sanitized room, crashing against you like a car going a thousand miles per hour.  Tears began to sprout through your eyes, your whole body ached, a pain that you could feel it in your soul. His words tore your heart with reality.

Two years ago, a mission went terribly wrong; broken bones, punctured organs, and three heart attacks in just 48 hours plunged him into a coma. His brain had suffered irreversible damage; if he miraculously woke up, he probably wouldn't walk or move again. And in all that time he didn't, so, in the end, the doctors had been clear: Simon would never wake up.

With a broken soul you grabbed his hand and kissed it, rubbing it against your face like a pray, begging to bring him back to life.

“I love you, Si…” As a goodbye you kissed his petrified lips, soaking them with your own tears.

The doctor injected him with the liquid that would finally stop his heart. And in just a minute, the endless beeping of the machines echoed throughout the room, resonating like white noise in your ears.

Not caring about anything else, you collapsed right there, screaming and crying in pain, still holding the hand of the man you loved with all your heart, apologizing again and again and begging him to be with you again.

Simon Riley was finally dead, and with him, a part of you too.

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They’re strong men, fearless, brute, the damn Task Force 141, elite soldiers born to take lives as if they were simple weed to cut. However, above all they were human, therefore, they’d weaknesses. And one of their greatest weaknesses was ironically, one of their most valuable virtues.

They were loyal and obedient to the bone. Unless it was a life-or-death situation or something that went against their convictions, they obeyed like well-trained dogs. And you discovered it one day when you entered Price’s office, they were all gathered around him looking at a stupid video that Soap decided to share with them.

There was no dominant intention, simply with a firm serene voice you spoke.

“Sit.” And they did. They immediately sat, back straight and attention completely focused on you, waiting for you to speak, or to give them another order to fulfill, or even better; to give them a reward for being so well-behaved boys.

Needless to say, since then you’ve taken advantage and from time to time you order them to do simple things like sit, speak, greet, or turn around. You could swear that they even whine and salivate. And the worst one was Ghost, if he had a tail, he’d surely wag it happily whenever you called him good boy.

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He was looking at you, petrified, not knowing what to do or say, as if even his own heartbeat could break you or the reality itself. You were pregnant, and the way your eyes shone with a mix of sadness and uncertainty wasn’t helping his shattered brain at all.

“Is… Are they mine?” His voice was barely audible, but to you it was heard louder than ten bombs. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out, it wasn’t necessary, your eyes spoke for themselves.

Are you serious?

There was nothing else to say, you raised your hands in resignation and turned around, ready to leave. One step and he was already grabbing your wrist, not hard but firm. You looked at him with teary eyes, heartbroken, and God that image tore him from the inside out. 

“No, no, no, love, no…” He wrapped your face in his hands, so delicately as if he was touching the most fragile glass. “I… I didn’ mean tha’, I…” He tried; he really did. But he didn’t know how to explain himself.

Simon never doubted you, could never do. He trusted you with his life, if one day you told him that clouds were made of cotton, he’d believe you without question. What he didn’t believe about you being pregnant, was that he believed himself incapable of creating life.

Blood was covering his body and soul, his hands were destructive weapons, the man he once was, was now buried inside the shell of a monster. Even in that moment, after two years of being with you, he couldn’t believe that you loved a man like him, so tainted, dirty, unworthy of love.

But loving you had been a light in his life, beautiful and warm, his refuge and safe place from the mess that the world was. He could barely believe that you, a beautiful spark loved him just the way he was, that you fit perfectly in his life and body, like fragments of the universe itself.

And now he was realizing that he was not only capable of being vulnerable, and that his hands could touch something without breaking it, but that now life was making him realize that he could create life, something as marvellous as a baby.

Words could never describe the ocean of feelings running through his soul, so he did what he was better at; proving his love with actions. He knelt in front of you, grabbed your hips to bring you closer to him and then buried his face in your belly, rubbing his face and kissing every centimetre, as if he could melt into you.

“I love you.” With those words he made it clear. He belonged to you and you to him, you were one, and the proof of that love was growing inside you.

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Part 2 of this.

That night you spent hours crying on your bed, regretting your decision of confessing your feelings.  You thought you had nothing to lose, and now the man you loved had left your life forever, and that hurt even more than knowing he loved someone else, because at least you could be there with him, being friends as always.

You didn’t sleep at all, said that you managed to sleep an hour was a lot to say considering that every twenty minutes you woke up because of the terrible nightmares that attacked you. So, it was hard to concentrate, not only you were physically tired, but emotionally too, your heart was broken, torn from the inside out.

That’s why you decided to just put a barrier between you and him, it’d be the best for you. You avoided him as much as you could, if you needed him for anything word-related, you just went straight to John. Instead of staying in your office, you worked with the rest of the IT workers, at mealtime you excused yourself saying you’d a lot of work and locked yourself in the cleaning room to eat secretly. And when the team wanted to spend time together just to chill out in the common room, you immediately made excuses to just avoid being with them, and therefore with him.

The first two days, despite of your broken heart and constant escapes to the bathroom to cry a little when reality overwhelmed you, you managed to avoid him Olympically, as a professional ninja working in the shadows.

Until the third day.

You were making some corrections to the IT equipment, however, the notebook where you wrote the improvements that needed to be made wasn’t anywhere. With a heavy sigh you headed towards your office, alert to your surroundings and praying to not met him. Once you were there, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and quickly approached to your desk, searching for your notebook.

“Do ya need this?” That deep voice startled you; you turned around in one leap and ran into him, who was right at the door, looking at you, and since he wasn’t wearing his balaclava, you could see the sad expression drawn into his face, dark-circled eyes and a furrowed brow. If his mere presence wasn’t enough to eat away at your heart, his decayed and broken appearance was a stabbing directly at your soul.

Your notebook was held in his hand, and you had to gather all your strength to speak firmly.

“Yes. Give it to me, Lieutenant. Please.” Despite your doubts about why he had it, you decided to get straight to the point. He, for his part frowned even more at his rank, looking hurt.

“No. We ‘ave to talk.” He closed the door right behind him and slowly approached to you.

It was weird. You felt like a lamb with no escape, but he didn’t look intimidating, he looked more like a wounded wolf than a real threat. And even so, the air was thick, heavy to breathe, and your heart was pumping so violently you could feel it in every organ.

Fortunately, he stopped just two steps away from you.

“’m sorry for t’other day, I shouldn’t ‘ave ran away…” He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding looking at you, his voice was so weak it felt scattered. “I― I’ve tried to talk to ya to explain myself, but ya always find a way to walk away even before I can see ya…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” Finally, he looked up, focusing completely on you as if he was trying to read your soul. “I should’ve never told you about my feelings knowing that you didn’t feel the same.” He took another step and when you stepped back, he raised his hands like he was talking to a wounded animal.

“That’s what ’m trying to tell ya, I feel the same way ‘bout ya.” Time stopped around you, your heart skip and beat and felt like air was being drained directly from your lungs. Meanwhile, he looked down once more, his body was tense and numb at once. “I love ya, so fuckin’ much it’s driving me crazy.” He let out a weak laugh that was more like a snort in surrender. “I’ve always loved ya since secondary school.”

For what felt like hours none of you said anything, not a single word. You couldn’t after all, your brain was working at a thousand miles an hour to process his words, only to be filled with more doubts.

“You’ve always been like a star, always sparkling and lighting my fuckin’ world…” Again, he took a step forward, and this time you didn’t retreat, which was a good signal. Although you didn’t know if you want to believe him or not, he seemed so honest, so raw, but the story between you said otherwise.

“What about Jennefer? And the girl you used to like back then?” He immediately shook his head, almost upset.

“Back then I thought that ya could never love me back, but everyone seemed to know about my feelings and I..." He sighed heavily. "I was scared, and believing that if ya knew you’d hate me, I decided t’ lie." One more step and he was right in front of you, separated by a few centimetres. His hand reached out for you, coming close to your face only to stop midway, and you hated yourself for wanting him to touch you. “And Jennefer… ‘m not going t’ lie, I used to like ‘er. But when ya came back into my life, my love for you was reborn intensely…” He snorted once again, completely defeated. “And I made the same mistake believing that you’d never love me back…”

One second, he was so close his breath was tickling your face, causing chills throughout your chest, and the next he was knelt in front of you, grabbing your hands tremblingly.

“I’m so, so fuckin’ sorry swee’heart, ya don’ have t’ forgive me, but I swear that I’ll spend my whole life improving myself for ya, to be the man who deserves yer love.”

You didn’t answer, you just stayed there, feeling his warm calloused hands wrapping yours with delicacy, his body betrayed him with subtle tremors that denoted his desire to cry. Your heart hurt too much, but now it wasn’t a negative pain, it was an overwhelming ocean of feelings that crashed against the other.

“You’re an idiot…” Your voice was barely audible, but he heard it clearly and out of inertia his grab tightened, and the tremors became even more noticeable. Still, you took his face carefully making him look at you. His watery eyes ached deep inside your heart. “But you’re my idiot.”

When those words let your mouth the exhaled hardly, in the blink of an eye he stood up and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you as close as him as possible. You immediately melted into him, feeling finally at home. A home that could heal all your wounds.

“I love ya, I love ya, I fuckin’ love ya.” With one hand he grabbed your face and without further ado he crashed his lips against yours in a kiss that started awkwardly, in a mixture of desperation and love, only to transform into a kiss as sweet as it was intense, so much so that it touched your soul.

Perhaps that love story didn't start idyllic and had setbacks along the way, but, like a seed, it finally blossomed, marking a new beginning. The sweetest of all.