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NSFW Captain MacTavish Headcanons

Tags: F! Reader, Power imbalances, Secret affair, Semi-Public sex, Fluff, CILF (Captain I'd like to fuck)

Captain MacTavish, John, as you know him in private, is a very serious, forthright type of man

(Though he prefers ‘sir’ when you’re in his bed, or over his desk for that matter)

You can tell he used to be much more reckless than he is now, used to taunt danger and escape the jaws of death just for the adrenaline of it. He’s one of the few soldiers that survived such a reckless approach to his work, and the grim reality of the risks he took, and how he fatefully defied them has settled in a severe glint of his eyes that speaks of his experience, the men he’s lost in the course of it all

Yet, to you, John is the type of man that still flirts with danger, and smiles in the face of consequences

You shouldn’t even be doing this to begin with- this secret affair of pretending to be his closest hand, his trusted intelligence officer when in reality all he’s doing is using it as an excuse to fuck you behind closed doors

“Swamped with reports.” He tells you when you offer him a cuppa one morning, not even looking up from the small mountain of paperwork on his desk. “I’ll be needing your help this evening.”

‘Help’ is defined as you riding his cock until your thighs burn once the rest of the base has gone to bed, and nobody in the surrounding offices is there to hear your breathless chants of his name

It’s almost shameful how much you get away with under the guise of being his trusted subordinate, a fact he fully exploits and plays to as often as he can

He opens doors for you, stands up for you in front of his fellow officers, lauds recommendations and praises of your work, takes you out to lunch under the excuse of mentorship, declares you as his protege that’s destined to follow in his footsteps

Your fellow intelligence officers tell you how lucky you are, having a captain who is so decent and handsome. A true gentleman, one who shows care and concern for your career development, who ensures you get recognition for the hours you put in, always having to work overtime but getting to work alongside the Captain MacTavish

“You’re his work wife.” Roach texts you, and when you show John he barks a laugh so loud you jump

If only they knew.

They don’t know about the way he’ll have you cockwarm him, fingers idly rubbing your clit with one hand while holding a phone with the other, talking to one of his agents in the field as he uses his knees to spread you out on his lap

Nor do they know about him catching you in the hallway and corralling you into a supply closet just to kneel and have you grind against his face until you have to muffle the sound of your climax, using one of the extra paper towels to wipe most of his jaw clean after.

He sends you on your merry way, gives you a smack on the ass for your trouble

They don’t know how he’ll insist you work through your lunch break, when in reality he’s eating you out slow and greedy with you perched atop the reports he’s yet to read, and warns you to not dribble wetness onto the files

They don’t know about the time he found you just before drills and left a load deep inside you, then stood under the rope wall to catch a glance and see if there was a wet spot in your pants that spoke of him

And he smugly ignored your reply to another soldier about why you were walking a little odd, telling him instead that you slept the wrong way

They don’t know about how you’ll visit him after a long, tiresome day just to have him crowd you into his bed, whisper filthy praises and pet names into your ear until you beg to tap out from the overstimulation

He calls you ‘Bonnie’ ‘Sweetheart’ ‘Little one’ ‘Darling’ ‘Angel’ ‘His.’

He tells you how good you look in his bed, glassy eyed and needy, how much he loves hearing you, teases you when you can’t bear the incessant filthy rambling and smack weakly at his shoulder, head flopping to the side as your chest heaves for breath

All the while he takes his time stretching you out over his fingers, greedily enjoying the sensation of you clenching down on him and wanting more

He fucks you slow and greedy, using his full weight and strength to bend you as he pleases, punch keening little sounds out of you and groaning in turn when you dig your nails sharp into the curve of his spine

He wears them proudly on the sparring mats, and through some miracle nobody suspects it’s you that put them there

He presses his forehead to yours as he’s buried deep inside you, reminds you again that you’re his, in a plea that sounds almost desperate with want.

He’s allowed to have you, he tells himself. He’s allowed this for all the things he’s done to better the world, even if it means bathing himself in cardinal sin

He makes sure to earn it too

Your longer sessions, those uninterrupted by duty or the gravity of your illicit affair, are often your favorite

They always end with you warm and sated, curled on his hairy chest and skimming your nails through the coarse carpet of hair that traps the earthy, musky smell of him familiar to your senses

He peppers you with kisses, reminds you of how much a good lass you are, of how much he adores you, how beautiful you are, how smart, how clever and bonnie you are

He asks you what he did to deserve a precious, sweet thing like you, and can’t help but wonder the same about him

He cares about you, that much is clear

As fun as this little secret of yours is, you know John didn’t walk into this idly. Nothing he ever does is without purpose. He spent his younger years fooling about, and now he’s settled into a man who knows exactly what he wants

And that’s you, soft and sweet and ready for him, sated and sleepy in his bed when he comes back from missions still stinking of smoke, hauling you to his exhausted form and falling asleep with you safe in his arms

He braces his chin over your shoulder as you stand in front of the sink the next morning, humming and rocking back and forth, trying to catch as many moments with you in his hold as he can

Later, he settles a heavy, calloused hand over your nap and drags you back so he can plant a kiss on the crown of your head when the others can’t see, a good luck parting before he boards for the next mission

In the rare days off, he keeps you in his bed until late morning, sunlight streaming through the blinds and onto your drowsy, dreamy expression

He tells you how he can’t be in the service forever, how he thinks he’ll head back to Scotland once he gets enough close calls. He tells you he wants you to come with him, how he knows the perfect place for you both

“And maybe a few bairns.” He adds, grinning at the thought. “As many as I can carry.”

You tell him you’ve watched him carry men larger than he is off the field, if that’s any indication

He considers this seriously too, nodding to himself in thought.

“We’ll need a bigger house.” He offers at last, and then bends to kiss your giggling smile one more

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ixynaa · 9 months

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JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH call of duty: modern warfare iii — oligarch

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ixynaa · 10 months

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I found this in my achievements from like a month ago…

PULL THE LEVER, KRONK!

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ixynaa · 10 months

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She came to him with a broken heart; little did he know that fixing it would bond theirs both together to the hells and back… oh yes, i did that

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PRETEND

Soap x F! Reader

You and Soap are two peas in a pod; and there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for each other. Including being close and intimate for a mission that continues on later in private.

Warnings: violence, language, sexual tension, p in v sex, fingering, unprotected sex, hickeys, lap riding

“Where is Y/N? We leave in three minutes.”

Soap turned towards the rest of the group as he adjusted the sleeve to his blazer. “Feels like too much.”

“‘Supposed to be, Johnny. You’ve got to blend in.”

Ghost stepped forward and fixated the com before sticking it into his ear. He walked towards the box in the back of the truck, pressing one of the various buttons.

“Sergeant, how copy?”

“Loud and clear, Lt.” he stated. He watched as Price walked towards the awaiting group.

“All right. Let’s go over the plan once more, before we’re on our merry, bloody way.” He said. “Soap, you and Y/N are going to go inside the club, pretend you both have a thing for one another. Make it look real. They need to buy it. These traffickers believe couples in the business are trustworthy and good for their operations.”

“Yes sir,” Soap said. He immediately thought of Y/N, and just how he truly didn’t have to pretend very much.

“Spend some time with them. Have a drink, dance a bit, get on their good side, and fond out their next move. Things don’t need to get bloody.”

“And if they do?” Soap asked.

“Then get the hell out of there until we can get there to help you.”

They all turned as a limo approached them, and Gaz chuckled.

“Goin’ to the prom, mate?” He asked, punching Soap’s shoulder. “Where the hell is Y/N?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The men turned and watched as Y/N approached, shocked by her appearance. Her (your hair color) hair was curled in large spirals, down her back. She wore a slim fit black dress, that cut deep to reveal the top of her breasts. Her makeup was done, along with her plump lips that were painted a deep red.

Y/N was in the middle of trying to put her black heels on when all of the men whistled and howled at the woman. Her cheeks burned a shade of red, as dark as her lips.

“Grow up, will you? God, you all need to get laid.” She said, wrapping the strap around her ankle.

“Is dolled up Y/N offering?” Simon asked. As they all barked with laughter, Y/N threw her heel at the taller man, who quickly caught it.

“All right, get in.” Price demanded as he opened the door to the limo. Soap watched as she got in, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat down. He turned and grabbed her heel from Ghost before sliding inside and closing the door.

Sitting across from her, Soap exhaled as he leaned back against the seat.

“Can’t blame them for laughing, I look like a god damn doll.” She said.

“I think you look beautiful.” Soap said, grabbing her heel. “Give me your foot.”

Raising her leg, she rested it on his thighs as he grabbed her ankle and began pulling the heel on. As he fastened the strap and tightened it, Y/N watched in surprise.

“I’m surprised you know how to put a heel on.” She said to him.

Soap smirked very lightly as he lifted her other leg. “Aye, but I have more experience taking ‘em off.”

Y/N rose a brow. “Whose heels have you been taking off lately?”

“Nobody’s, that’s the problem.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Aye, but I’m a stud. Admit it. No matter how stupid and snug this jacket is.”

Y/N looked him over as she pursed her lips. He wore a pair of black suit pants and a white button up shirt beneath the black jacket. The white button up was snug, his muscles threatening to burst from beneath the thin fabric.

And he was cleanly shaved. He wasn’t sporting his usual rough stubble, he was shaved bare. It showed the strength of his jaw as he clenched it tightly, followed by his full lips he’d purse off and on.

Soap watched her once she noticed she had been staring.

“Bugger, keep staring at me much longer, I’ll want to take them off of ye.”

Y/N swallowed as she folded one leg over the other. The tension was thick, and it had been like this for several weeks. Over the past few months, she had come to realize she felt something for Johnny. Relieved when the man came back from a separate operation, angry when he’d mock her or do things without thinking, or be jealous when he’d speak about his past relationships or one night stands.

She was in love with Johnny MacTavish.

“I’m sure your shirt says the same thing about your muscles.”

Soap glanced down at himself, as if he were actually concerned. “What’s wrong with my shirt?”

“Nothing.”

When they arrived to the mansion where the celebration was taking place, the limo pulled around to the entrance slowly. Y/N could see the several guards and other people that were attending the celebration, entering alone or with someone in their hand.

“Lt, we just arrived to the mansion.” Soap informed them as the limo came to a stop. Y/N peered out the dim window, eyeing the guards.

“Good. Just head inside, and act natural.”

“No, act like a couple.” Gaz instructed.

Y/N rolled her eyes as Soap reached for the door and pushed it open.

Soap turned and grabbed her hand. As she took it and climbed out of the limo, she pressed a hand to her ear, pretending to move her hair.

“Gaz. . .”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you.”

She could hear them snickering as Johnny moved to stand before her. The man stared down at her, inhaling.

“You having second thoughts? Cold feet?” She asked him.

“The only one here that’s gonna get cold feet is you in those heels, wee lass. Let’s go.”

The two headed up the staircase and towards the entrance where the guards stopped each of them to make sure they were part of the celebration list. As they approached, Y/N pulled herself together and forced a smile.

“Elaana Tovak. This is my husband, Markus Tovak.” She tried to display the best Russian accent she possibly could, even Soap was impressed. The man glanced over at her, surprised by the use of her tongue.

“Welcome.”

Parting ways, they allowed Soap and Y/N inside. As they walked towards the doors, Soap chimed in.

“Didn’t know you could speak a good Russian accent.”

“Do you realize how many nights I’ve stayed up, practicing that?” She whispered. She stopped speaking as a man passed, surprisingly close to her as his eyes lingered over her face and body. The woman pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, taking a shy step back.

“Good, but you should’ve been practicing to be my wife.”

Y/N looked up at him. “Who said I needed practice?”

Soap hummed as she moved forward and wrapped her arm around him, pulling her body close. Her warmth caused him to inhale lightly, staring down at her.

“Any more doubts regarding my acting, Johnny?” She asked, pressing a hand against his chest. “If I recall, this is a mutual act for this operation.”

Soap raised his hand to her face, pulling her hair over ear. “We’re in, Captain.”

“Good. Now stay on the low for now. Find an area to yourselves, grab a drink. . . Don’t show them you’re rushing to meet them.”

Soap wound his arm around Y/N’s waist. “What about whiskey?”

“On the rocks, please.” She said quietly. The man lead her towards the bar, where he ordered two glasses of whiskey. Handing one to her, he turned to toast.

“To us.” His eyebrows rose as she tried to suppress a smile.

“To us.”

Clinking their glasses, Y/N and Soap lifted their glasses and took a drink.

“What’s to drink?” Price asked.

“Whiskey.”

“Mine’s on the rocks.” Y/N mentioned.

“Good girl.” Ghost said suddenly.

Soap rolled his eyes. “Fur fucks sake.”

Y/N turned her head and watched as he tilted the glass back and devoured the rest of his drink. As he did this, he wiped his lips with his thumb. She blinked several times at how calm he was; he was immune to the bourbon.

She glanced over his shoulder and her eyes followed three men and a woman that entered the room. With drinks in their hands, they spoke to one another privately as their eyes lingered over the room.

“Price, I’ve got eyes on Yusef and his men and his wife.”

“What are they doing?”

Soap moved closer to Y/N, pretending to be having a conversation with her as he stared through the mirror behind her. “They’ve just walked in. They’re talking.”

“All right, just wait it out.”

“Buy me a drink, Y/N.” Gaz said. “But not on the rocks. That’s too fancy for me.”

“Shocked, you’re never this fancy any other time.” Soap said to her. Y/N rose a brow as she stared up at him.

“What’s with the change in attitude, husband?” She asked him. Soap shook his head and clenched his jaw.

“Ghost, of all people? Flirting with you?”

“I have no control over Simon’s actions. You, of all people, should know that.”

Soap grabbed the drink from her hand. “Yeah, yeah.”

Swallowing the remaining whiskey from her glass, she watched him with feral eyes. Her lips parted slightly as he set the glass on the bar.

“Are you jealous, Markus?” She asked him.

“I’m not jealous.” He responded.

“All right,” she said, standing to her feet. “Then come with me.”

Grabbing his hand, Y/N pulled Soap towards the crowd of people as they danced and swayed to the music. Once she found a perfect spot, surrounded by the growing crowd, she turned to Johnny, looking up at him.

“Dance with me,” she said.

Soap scoffed. “Yer mad.”

“No, but you are.” She stated. “If you’re not jealous, than dance with me.”

“Then I can’t dance with you, can I, lass?”

Her cheeks burned, and Soap smirked. She walked towards Soap and wrapped her arms around his neck slowly. As her body pressed to his own, Soap took in a breath and lifted his hand to press it against the curve of her back.

“So, you are jealous.” She said.

“Aye, but what does it matter?”

She shook her head. “There’s nothing between me and Ghost.”

“All right.”

She kept an eye on Yusef and the others as they approached other members at the celebration.

“They’re greeting their guests.” She said. “Maybe they’ll greet us, too.”

“Wait it out, Y/N.”

Soap could feel her hips against his, and he tried not ti let it affect him. But as he shifted, Y/N looked up at him.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t realize I’d have to be on a mission to get this close to you. . . To touch you.” He said to her.

Y/N slipped her hands down his arms and grabbed his hand. “And? How does it feel?”

“If I had more to feel. . .”

The woman grabbed his hand and pressed it farther down her back until his hand pressed against her ass. Closing his hand to give it a firm squeeze, Y/N’s face reddened and her eyes filled with lust as Soap breathed against her neck.

He could feel the thin material of the silk dress beneath his skin as his hand move over her ass. Soft beneath his palm, Soap scoffed.

“Damn a bhean, you’ve got nothing on beneath this dress, do you?” He asked her.

“You can tell just by feeling?”

“No outlines, nothin’.”

She took in a sharp breath as she pulled her eyes away from the others to look at him.

“Keep touching me, they’re walking towards us.”

Soap reached for her waist and pulled her flush to him. “I’m not complainin’ ‘bout that.”

The four came into view a moment later when they finally pulled away slowly.

“Welcome, I am Yusef, this is my wife Emilie, and these are my friends, Ronny, Blade and Liden.”

Soap extended his hand out to Yusef. “Markus Tovak, this is my wife, Elaana.”

Shaking his hand, he turned to Y/N and took her hand in his. Bending slowly, the man pressed a kiss to the top of her hand.

“Welcome, Elanna and Markus. Thank you for being here.”

“We couldn’t miss a night of celebration for your success.” Y/N said, her Russian accent ringing in Soap’s ears. “Tell us, Yusef, are you happy? I’d say you are. . .”

The man grinned as he pulled Emilie to his side. “Indeed I am. But, we have the whole night to speak of this. Why don’t we find a spot and speak together?”

“Perfect.” Soap said.

As they lead Soap and Y/N towards the top of the stairs, they neared the landing where a sofa was. They all sat down, and as Yusef sat, Emilie was quick to move and sit down on his lap. She took a cheerful swig of her champagne as Yusef placed his hands on her thighs.

“Come, sit.” Yusef said. Soap sat down at the end of the sofa, looking up at Y/N.

Moving forward, she moved towards the man and turned her back to him before sinking down into Soap’s lap. The man shifted slightly, resting his hands on her thighs as if they had done this before.

“How did you and Elaana meet?” Yusef asked as he took a drink of his champagne.

“We met during our first bust. We were moving the same cargo in Los Angeles, six years ago.”

“He was an asshole, but he began to grow on me within the first few weeks.” Y/N played along, taking one of his hands. She threaded her fingers with his own. “I guess it just went on from there.”

“What about you and Emilie?” Soap asked.

“Back in my hometown of Khiva. Yusef saved me from a previous marriage. . . We were also in the business, but he was no good. He tried to kill me, several times.”

“Thank God you’re here now.” Y/N said. “Us women must keep our men in line, no?”

Emilie laughed as Yusef smiled, and Soap suppressed a chuckle. “Yes. But Yusef is a good man. He does what he does to help his loved ones. . .”

“Now’s the time to start asking, Johnny.”

“So, what does it take to collaborate with you, Yusef? Surely, you’ve got enough room for my wife and I. We’re uh, we’re looking for some extra money.”

“How much extra?”

“Whatever you have to offer.” Y/N chimed in. “It’s admirable, seeing how far you’ve gotten. I always wonder how you do it! I mean, you must have an inside or something. Teach us your ways, let us know what you know.”

Yusef stared at them for a moment, and Y/N smiled as she leaned back against Johnny.

“Forgive me, Yusef. I’m coming off too strong. We just admire you work—”

“No, no.” He cut Y/N off. “I’m flattered. Emilia, go get my book so we can continue our conversation with our friends. Boys, we’ll need more drinks, shall we?”

They all stood. “Don’t move, I’ll be back with alcohol.”

Y/N giggled as they disappeared towards the stairs. As they got to the main floor, Y/N sighed.

“I thought for a second—”

“Yeah, you got lucky.” He said, shifting beneath her again. Y/N didn’t move, her chest tightening and her eyes widening as she felt something hard against the back of her thighs.

The woman’s breath hitched. “Johnny—”

She was cut off by the sound of gunfire echoing through the mansion, followed by several screams. Y/N was thrown down against the ground as Soap hovered above her, shielding her head as more bullets ricochet through the house. Lifting his head a second later, he grabbed Y/N’s arms and pulled her to her feet.

“Lt, we got a problem here.” Soap said.

“Someone’s not happy. Soap, Y/N, get the hell out of there. There’s a window in the room right across from you. Head inside and climb out the window. The limo is waiting out back for you.”

“But what about—”

Glass shattering downstairs caused her to jump. Soap gripped her arm and rushed towards the door, pushing it open.

“The one time we can’t bring our fucking weapons.” She said, pulling the window open. “Good, there’s lattice on the siding. We can climb down.”

Taking the lead, Y/N climbed out the window and down the lattice with Soap following closely behind. Once they were down on the ground, they watched as the limo pulled around and stopped near them.

“Come on!”

Climbing inside, they sped away from the mansion as smoke began to linger from the rooftops.

“What even happened? We were upstairs waiting for Yusef.”

“A group of men showed up and opened fire. First on the guards and then Yusef.”

Soap sighed as he leaned against the table. “We were this goddamn close to figuring out who helped him.”

“Well, we won’t find out now. He’s dead.” Price stated. “It was worth a shot. This one’s officially closed. Everyone go back to their hotels, we’ll head back tomorrow at 0600.”

As they all departed, Y/N and Soap were the only ones left.

“Well, that was all for nothing.” She said.

Soap rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. “D’you get a room?”

She shook her head. “No, figured I’d just stay in the on call room.”

“Aye, me too.”

Y/N pursed her lips as she watched him. “Are we going to talk about earlier?”

“About what?” He asked.

She swallowed nervously. “I could feel your dick, Johnny.”

The man began to laugh. “And that’s bad? What were you expecting to feel?”

“I didn’t know you—”

“What? Didn’t know I felt like that for you? Cause I do. I have for a long while, Y/N.”

The woman didn’t move as Soap walked towards her and pushed himself between her and the table. Staring up at him, her hands trembled as she pressed them firmly against his chest.

“You let me feel you up and uncover you bein’ naked under that wee dress yer wearin’. You made me touch you, hold you on my lap. And that wasn’t just for the mission, was it?”

Y/N cleared her throat lightly.

“And so I did. I touched you and I enjoyed every fuckin’ minute of it. Bugger, feeling your ass, practically melted in my hand. But you, sitting on my lap the way you did. . . Feeling you through that dress on my knee. . . Fuck me.

But now I’ve got Ghost praisin’ ya, he’s got an eye for you. And so do I.”

Y/N swallowed as she reached for the front of his button up. “I don’t want Ghost.”

Soap stared down at her as she fiddled with the top button of his shirt. “You have no idea what you do to me, leanabh.”

“Care to elaborate?” She asked him.

The man exhaled heavily. “Aye.”

Soap grabbed the woman beneath her arms, causing her to gasp as he lifted her and turned before setting her swiftly on top of the table. She watched him intently as he stepped forward, feeling his hands on the top of her thighs, his fingers creeping beneath the end of her dress.

You feel that, your heart poundin’ in yer chest?”

She nodded.

“It’s like that, all the time. If I’m just lookin’ at you or thinking of you.”

She tugged at his arms as his hands slipped beneath her dress. “Johnny—”

“You feel that tingling heat between your legs? That, too.”

Y/N reached for him. “What does it make you want to do?”

“Makes me want my hand between yer legs so I can feel you squirm and hear you cry while I touch you.”

She grabbed his hand and ushered it between her legs to her heat. Soap watched her as his fingers brushed over her folds, and the man sighed.

“No undies, and you’re soakin’.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Shut up.”

Grabbing his face, she pressed her lips against his and kissed him hungrily. Soap stroked her cunt, listening to the guttural moan from her as he did so. The man slipped his fingers through her folds, pressing his fingers against her clit. Y/N cried out as she yanked open his button up, exposing his toned chest. Soap flicked his fingers and slipped them into her heat, groaning at the feel of her warm slick coating his fingers as he pumped his digits in and out of her.

She arched her spine as she parted her legs wider. “Fuck, Johnny.”

He pressed his lips to the skin of her neck before sucking on it. “Me or Ghost?”

“You.”

“Good girl.”

Slipping another finger inside of her, she yelped as he kissed her eagerly. He held her in place as he worked her clit more, feeling her walls eventually clamp around his fingers.

“Johnny, I want you—” she was a sweaty, heavy breathing mess. “I want you inside of me.”

As he pulled away, Soap began unfastening his pants. “You’re lucky I d’wanna wait anymore.”

Y/N watched as his cock— erect and lively, came into her view as he pushed his briefs down to his knees. Shoving Y/N back on the table, the man grabbed her legs and pulled her forward before lining himself up at her entrance once he was situated between her legs.

As he thrusted inside of her, Soap groaned and gripped the edge of the table while the other grabbed the woman’s thigh. Y/N cried as she threw her head back against the table.

Hovering over her, Soap pressed a sloppy kiss against her lips before using his hands to tug her dress down from her chest to expose her breasts. They bounced slightly as the table beneath her wobbled, and he closed his lips around her nipple as he squeezed each breast in his hands.

“God, I want you.” She panted between moans. Her fingers slipped through his hair as he gritted his teeth, thrusting into her.

“You’re mine, bòidheach.” He whispered. “From now on. Only lips on these right here will be mine, yeah?”

“Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop.” She begged. She held his waist as he bucked his hips back and forth, slipping in and out of her slick cunt with ease. She was warm and soft, taking him smoothly. She had done this before, but he intended to be her last.

Soap grabbed the woman’s body and lifted her up with him as he stood. Pulling a chair out, Soap sank down into the chair, moaning as he pulled Y/N down on top of him. The woman’s nails dug into his shoulders as her lips moved with his own, her red lipstick staining his skin.

“Fuck!” He cursed as she stood, sinking back down on top of him. The woman moaned at this, swaying her hips before repeating these actions. Soap dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips, hard enough to leave red marks on her skin. She glided her hand over his chest, pressing kisses to his jaw, to his neck and to his chest. Soap grabbed her face and held her chin before kissing her, their two of them breathing heavily.

“Dia cuidich mi.” Her walls were tightening around him, and he helped her continue. Lifting her hips and dropping her back down, the man grunted as she whimpered tiredly.

“I’m close.” She whispered. She moved back and forth, the tingling sensation creeping over her. The tight feeling in her lower abdomen surfaced, like a rubber band that was ready to snap into two. As she rode him.

Soap gripped the base of her skull as he watched her inch closer to her climax. She was a mess, her once neat and perfect curls a tangled mess of hairspray now, along with faded and smudged lipstick. Her eyes were teary as she stared into his eyes, whining and moaning as she moved faster.

“Come on, come for me.” He instructed breathlessly. He sat there, helping guide her to finish. And after several rocks and bucks, she immediately tightened around him and shrieked as she came. She buried her face into his chest as he followed immediately behind, pressing his hand to her back.

The man sighed. “I’ve waited a long time for that.”

Y/N wrapped her arm around his neck as she steadied her breathing. “Yeah, me too.”

Soap sighed as he stroked her hair, steadying his breathing.

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SEEING RED PART IV

Ghost x f! Reader (Soap’s Sister)

MW3 Spoilers!

Warnings: Language, Sexual content, p in v sex, straddling, doggy, oral (female receiving), virgin reader, light praise kink, edging, mental illness, mentions of death

The last thing Y/N expected was to stand there in the middle of the night in the parking lot of Joe’s bar with her hands gripping Simon Riley’s jacket while their lips moved together in sync.

Simon Riley, of all people. The man who she hated with a passion the first time she had met him. He was cold, persistent on irritating her. But as the months passed, they eventually formed a bond. The same as he did with her brother.

Exhaling into their kiss, Y/N tugged at his jacket as she kissed him with more power. Simon wound an arm around her waist, keeping her body pressed against his own. Simon could feel his skin begin to tingle at their contact, which caused him to want more.

Y/N breathed heavily as she deepened their kiss by locking her arm around his neck. Simon pulled her forward, turning to push her up against the side of his vehicle. As he towered over her and kissed her roughly, Y/N quietly moaned as she tried to bury her face in his neck.

Their lips detached with a soft sound, and Simon held her close as she steadied her breathing.

“What does this mean?” She asked him. She was still holding onto his jacket, afraid he might back away at any given moment.

But Simon didn’t move. He stayed where he was, staring down at her as he brushed her hair from her face.

“What do you want it to mean?” He asked her.

“I want it to mean you want me in your bed tonight, with no questions asked.” She whispered, staring up at him. “I can’t keep ignoring this between us, it’s better for me to just accept it now.”

Y/N could feel his body against her own as she raised her hands to adjust the balaclava over his face again.

“Don’t fight it anymore.” She whispered. “Don’t fight me.”

“I don’t want to fight you.” He said, his large hands grasping her hips. “I’d win.”

Y/N smiled as she shoved her hands against his chest gently. Simon opened the passenger side door and ushered her towards it.

“Get in.” He murmured. Y/N obeyed, sliding into the seat as he closed the door behind her. She didn’t care her car would sit in the parking lot at Joe’s again. It was the least of her concerns.

As Simon slid in the car, he turned it on before immediately adjusting the temperature to turn the fan on. The moment between them caused their temperatures to rise.

Y/N hugged her knees as she tried to remain still in her seat. But considering where she was headed, she was having trouble thinking clearly. She glanced over at Simon several times, taking in how he’d tighten his hand around the wheel or when he’d bounce his leg once in a while.

Simon looked over at her, taking in her eyes. She was beautifully broken. He hated that she reeled him in like a fish on a hook, but he wanted her. He was tired of waiting. For several months, he pushed aside his feelings to keep himself from being attached. How would it look, that he had feelings for one of the Sergeants, let alone his best friend’s sister?

When they arrived to Simon’s, they walked inside with a shared anticipation that left Y/N’s heart pounding in her chest. As they entered the apartment and closed the door, she slowly turned around to look up at him.

“Simon—”

Her words were cut short as the man grabbed her by the neck and kissed her hard after removing his balaclava. Y/N relaxed in his grip, pressing her hips against the man’s.

“I want you.” He whispered to her.

“Good,” she whispered, taking in every inch of his exposed face. “Take me to bed, Si.”

Shrugging off his jacket, Simon leaned down and gripped the back of her thighs before lifting her off of her feet. Gasping quietly, she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as his lips pressed to her own. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently as he carried her into his bedroom. As he set her down on her feet at the end of the bed, he pulled away to look down at her.

Y/N gripped his arms as the man began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. Pushing them down her legs, she stepped out of them before fiddling with the buttons of her flannel. Simon pushed her hands away and quickly pulled it open, exposing her chest.

She wore a dark red laced bra that matched her panties, and the man groaned. Y/N’s cheeks burned crimson as he stared at the woman’s breasts as they pooled out above her bra. She was a thicker girl, who gained any man’s attention when she entered the room. She had the perfect tanned skin and a pair of (your eye color) eyes. She was beautiful in every aspect.

But seeing her like this before him, dressed in only her thin, dark red lingerie, with her soft eyes focused on him as she stood there and waited for what was next.

Simon leaned in and pressed his lips against hers before unclasping her bra. Pushing the straps down her arms, he watched as she allowed the bra to fall from her chest. Y/N stood there, reaching out for Simon. He stayed still as she reached for his hands.

Lifting his hands, the man exhaled as a sense of arousal burned through his body as Y/N placed his hands over her breasts, closing them over each round. She released a relaxed sigh as the man squeezed them in each hand, her nipples perking against his palms as he touched her.

“That feels good,” she whispered.

Simon kneeled before her. “Good.”

Moving his hands, he leaned in and pressed his lips against her sternum. Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders as he moved his lips across her skin before closing his lips over her nipple. He sucked it for a moment before tugging it between his lips, listening to the soft moan escape her lips.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered purposely against her skin, feeling her shiver. Y/N could feel his fingers grab the waistband of her panties. Pulling them down her thighs, he allowed them to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of them as he placed his hands on her hips.

“Simon. . .”

“Sh. . .” He whispered, pressing his lips against her hip. The man pulled her down to make her sit on the edge of the bed before him.

Parting her legs, Simon leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh as she leaned back on her elbows. The woman closed her eyes as his hands curled around each thigh, parting them farther until he could fit between her legs. Y/N watched as he lowered his face, using his fingers to part her flesh before tracing his tongue over her slit. The warmth of his tongue against her flesh caused her to gasp, her head dropping back against the mattress as he swirled it over her clit.

“Fuck.” She moaned quietly as she arched her spine. Simon tightened his grip on her thigh while his free hand kept her folds apart, giving him the access he needed to taste her. He slipped his tongue inside of her and watched as she squirmed beneath him.

“S—Simon, oh—" she bit down on her lip as he sucked her clit. She was already tender and swelled, causing a grumble to form deep within his chest. Her slick arousal dripped on his tongue and his chin as he worked her more, flicking his tongue in her heat. She was ready to burst already, curling her toes and bending her knees as she reached for his hair.

Simon made sure she knew she was now his. The man swiped his tongue through her folds, her curls brushing against his chin as she bucked her hips. Y/N gripped the sheets beneath her for leverage as she reached her climax again.

“Good girl.” He breathed against her skin. Simon stood and began unbuckling his belt as she laid there breathlessly. Y/N watched him, her chest rising and falling as she regained her breath.

Simon discarded his shirt when Y/N sat up. She observed the tall man before her, taking in every muscle and inch of his scarred skin. She reached out and traced her fingers over each scar, followed by the one near his abdomen.

Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against the skin softly. Simon ran his fingers through her hair, praising her quietly as she leaned back.

Climbing onto the bed, Simon climbed over her and pinned her beneath his body and kissed her hungrily. Simon listened to the small, heavy breaths leaving her mouth as she cupped his face in her small hands. She was ready for him, aching for him and ready to be with him.

Simon’s lips pressed against her neck as his hand rested on her waist. Pulling away, he helped guide Y/N to her stomach, where she bent her knees and rested on her hands. Simon’s arm wound around her waist, and he pressed a hand to her sternum as he pulled her buttock towards him. The man bent his knees and used them to keep hers steady against the mattress before allowing his hand to slip down between her thighs. Y/N was anxious, but she wanted him. She closed her eyes and allowed him to guide her to her own pleasure.

Taking his cock in his hand, Simon parted her thighs with his knees and pressed between her folds and against her entrance. Y/N gripped the sheets as he tightened his arm around her, keeping her still.

With a rough thrust, Simon grunted as he pushed through her entrance, hitting the halfway mark. Y/N gasped, yelping as she tried to stay still. She was tight, inexperienced, but she was all he wanted.

Simon pressed his lips against the skin of her back, breathing purposefully in attempt to keep her relaxed. Y/N sighed as she eased, arching her spine to press her buttock against him more than before. He used this moment to fully sheathe himself inside of her cunt, listening to her cries. Simon grunted, pressing his forehead to the curve of her spine. Kissing the skin there, he moved to press his lips to her ear.

“Can you take me?” He whispered beneath his breath.

She nodded. “I want you.”

Keeping her knees apart with his own, Simon pressed farther, sighing as he pulled back out before pushing back in. He could feel her warmth as she began to soak his cock with her arousal. Simon moaned as he moved, gliding through her smoothly as she finally eased. As he would move against her, she raise her buttock to move with him. She closed her eyes as Simon pressed his lips against her neck.

“You’re so warm and soft,” he said, holding her hip. He rammed inside of her, listening to the soft moan leaving her mouth as his skin smacked against her own.

“It’s. . . My first time.” She panted. She was ready to collapse, sweat beading upon her skin as she tried to stay with his rhythm.

This made his cock throb inside of her. The thought of being her first, filling that void, made him ecstatic. Simon wound his arm around her waist tightly, his fingers pressing into the skin of her stomach as he thrusted deeper.

“I knew you could take me,” he whispered, moaning between his gritted teeth. “You take me so good, Y/N. Fuck, you feel so good around me.”

Placing his hand on the curve of her spine, Y/N whined as the man pushed her down until her breasts were pressed against the mattress. With her buttock positioned high in the air, Simon kneaded the skin of each cheek as he took her from behind. He could feel her arousal coating his cock as he slipped out and buried himself back inside of her. Grazing her walls and brushing her cervix, he watched as she arched her spine.

She cried out. “Simon, I’m close.”

She breathed heavily as he gripped her hips and quickened his pace. He could feel the tingling sensation begin within the head of his cock, slowly engulfing the rest of him as he chased his climax.

“F—Fuck,” she could feel his hand clasp around the base of her neck gently as he continued working her. He was getting closer and closer, and as her walls closed around him, squeezing him. Simon groaned as she came with a shrieking moan.

Pulling out, Simon leaned down and pressed his tongue to her flesh for her taste. Y/N sighed as he did this, keeping her legs apart as he settled back inside of her.

Licking his lips, he slipped back inside of her and prepared for his release. He wished he could stay there forever.

When he finally came, the man moaned and quickly slipped out. Y/N collapsed against the bed as he finished.

Rolling to the side, he laid beside her as she scooted towards him. Her chest rose and fell as she regained her breath.

She rolled to her side to look up at him. “No regrets, right?”

Simon looked at her. “Negative.”

Her cheeks burned as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

At some point the next morning, Y/N woke to the sound of Simon’s phone going off on the nightstand. Stirring awake and opening her eyes, she turned her head to see Simon. The man was awake, reading something on his phone now.

“What time is it?” She asked, rubbing her eyes.

“19:00.”

She sighed. “It’s early.”

As she moved on the bed, her cheeks reddened when she remember she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the blankets. As the blankets fell from her chest, she quickly reached for them and pulled them back up again.

“Was Price,” Simon said. “I have to meet with him.”

“All right,”

As she tried to move from the bed, Simon gripped her arm. “Not yet. . . ‘S too early, remember?”

As he pulled her towards him, Y/N closed her eyes as their lips met. She exhaled into their kiss as she leaned in on her hands, his finger hooking beneath her chin. Simon pushed the blankets away before helping her on top of him to straddle him. As she did this, Y/N combed her fingers through his hair as his hands grabbed her hips.

She could feel him, hard and rigid against the flesh between her legs. She could feel her body begin to tingle as he squeezed her hips.

“Does this wake you up?” He breathed, squeezing her thigh.

“Only if I keep going.”

Simon took his cock in his hand and slid between her folds with a moan. She was already wet, soaking for him. He coated his cock with her arousal as he teased her, watching as she bucked her hips.

“Simon—”

She was aggravated, he could tell by her tone. She watched with burning cheeks as he grabbed her face and kissed her with slight force. Holding her face in one hand, the other grabbed her hip and pulled her down on top of his cock, taking him fully. Y/N cried loudly at the pain and discomfort, her cry muffled by his mouth.

“You can do it. You took we so well last night, right?” He encouraged her. Her nails were digging into the skin of both of his shoulders as she began moving on top of him, working his cock slowly. The woman released a shaky moan as she pressed her forehead to his, breathing heavily.

“It hurts,” she admitted between breaths. Simon’s fingers moved through her hair, holding the back of her head as she lifted her hips. “The pain will fade the longer you move.”

And he was right. Eventually, her cries turned to the moans of her pleasure as she rode him. When she’d move forward, she could feel his fingers teasing her clit as he touched her.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, winding an arm around her. Y/N gasped as he rolled over entirely, pinning her beneath him against the mattress. She whined at the change of position, her legs laying bent against the mattress as he thrusted inside of her. He was close to his climax now, determined to drag it out until she came around him again.

Simon panted as he pushed her legs higher, giving him more access to her. She laid there with her hands digging into the flesh of his waist, her breasts bouncing with each thrust into her.

He was close, and she was almost ready to come. He gritted his teeth as he moved faster, trying to outlast due to his competitive heat. He wanted her to come for him more than once, before he could a first time.

“Fuck, Simon,” she was beginning to tighten around him, which told him— along with the curling of her toes and the way she clamped her legs around him, she was ready to break.

“Good girl, come around me.” He urged.

But before anything, the pager on the bedside table went off, and Simon cursed. Forcing himself away from her, he listened to the woman’s yearning cry as he left her body. He, too, was angry. He was close, and he was left with an ache for release.

The man grabbed his pager and shook his head. Y/N sat up, hugging herself to hide her breasts.

“Who is it?” She asked.

Simon reached for his clothes on the floor as he tried to ignore the throbbing between his legs. “It’s Price. He wants to speak with us.”

“Didn’t you say it was early?”

As much as he agreed, the man grabbed her clothes from the floor and dropped them onto the bed.

“It’s urgent.”

OOII, ENJOY THIS AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! 🦃 🧡

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I love the part of MWIII where Soap wrestles with Makarov and gets a really cool eye scar like Captain MacTavish and definitely does NOT die ❤️

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SEEING RED PART III

Ghost x f! Reader (Soap’s Sister)

MW3 Spoilers!

Warnings: mentions of violence, language, death, mental health illnesses.

The world around Y/N seemed to move slow, like time had been stuck in the slowest frame possible. When she exited her car and stood outside of the local hospital, dreading to move an inch. She could barely get herself to go inside.

But somehow, she did. And as she did, she couldn’t find herself able to look around or take in her surroundings like she would on a normal day basis.

Taking a hesitant step, Y/N hugged herself as she entered the hospital. She walked slowly, following the signs and directions that would lead her to the morgue on the opposite end of the hospital. She truly did not want to have to do this, but she had to, in order for them to move forward with Johnny’s cremation.

She would have to confirm that it was her brother laying dead in the morgue with a twisted arm and a bullet hole in the side of his head; despite watching the entire scene unfold right before her.

Her stomach churned as she followed the signs through the hospital. She wasn’t sure if it was the constant turns of left and right that was making her feel dizzy and nauseated, or if it was because of where she was headed, or both.

When she reached the first floor, her heart was beginning to pound inside of her chest to the point she was afraid it was going to explode out of her chest. Her palms were sweaty and her body trembled. It was cold there, and it only got worse the closer she got to the morgue.

When she turned the corner, she noticed a security guard standing outside of the double doors. She looked up at the sign and took in a sharp breath.

Morgue.

He looked to Y/N and stepped forward.

“I’m here regarding John MacTavish.”

He nodded. “Doctor Halpin is inside, waiting for you.”

As he badged her in, the doors opened and she stepped inside. A young woman stood, dressed in surgical scrubs and a cap.

“You must be Y/N MacTavish, John’s sister?”

She nodded as she shook her hand.

“My name is Doctor Elaina Halpin. I’ve been taking care of your brother for the past few days. I want to start off by offering my condolences. I know this is a very hard time for you, but I want you to know that I’m here if you need anything whatsoever.”

Tears threatened to spill from Y/N’s eyes, and she cleared her throat as she hugged herself. “Um. . . W—Where is he?”

Doctor Halpin offered a small smile. “He’s just over here.”

She followed her towards a curtain that had been blocking off part of the room. Y/N felt bile rise in her throat as she picked at her lip.

“I need just enough time for you to confirm that it’s him, and I’ll give you all the time you need.”

As she drew back the curtain, Y/N noticed a body atop of the table, covered by a blanket. As she stepped forward and stood beside the body, she reached out with shaky hands to carefully grasp the blanket.

Tugging it down slowly, she exposed his face, and she immediately choked for a breath. Doctor Halpin waited.

“It’s him.” She said quietly. Her voice was a raspy breath, and she sniffled. “It’s Johnny.”

She nodded. “Take your time.”

As she left, Y/N couldn’t break her gaze away from his face. Even as she reached out and placed her hands to each side of his face and leaned in towards her brother.

“Goddammit, Johnny.” She cried, pressing her forehead to his own. “Oh, Johnny.”

Her tears blurred her vision, but she could still make out the man’s jawline with her eyes as her fingers slowly traced his jaw and chin. His rough stubble was no longer there, but his marble soft skin in place. His full lips a tint of purple and blue, fixed into what almost looked like a dull smile.

Sniffling, Y/N stroked his face as she closed her eyes.

As a hand closed over the woman’s shoulder, she opened her eyes and turned slowly. John and Gaz stood there, wearing melancholy expressions as they watched Y/N.

Y/N turned and wrapped her arms around the captain’s neck as he closed his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into an embrace. Fighting back the urge to break down right there, she fisted the man’s jacket as she choked on a breath.

“‘S all right, soldier.” He whispered. “We’re here.”

Gaz stepped forward and placed his hand on the woman’s back. “Always.”

As she pulled away from John and turned to Gaz, John pulled off his hat and neared Johnny. The man stared down at him as he pursed his lips, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this.”

Gaz hugged Y/N tightly. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” She whispered into his ear.

As she pulled away, John stood upright and cleared his throat.

“There’s one more who wanted to come In before you leave, but only three of us are allowed in. We’ll head outside so he can come in. We’ll be waiting for you both.”

John grabbed her head and pressed a kiss to the woman’s head before following Gaz towards the doors. Y/N moved back to Johnny’s side, reaching for his hand. His hand was so cold and his fingers were so stiff, but she still managed to mold her own with his.

She closed her eyes as they began to burn.

“I remember on your first day, Johnny wouldn’t shut the hell up about the newest addition to our team: “The Baby MacTavish”.

It came from behind her, causing her to smile as she recalled the memory as Simon spoke.

“He always said how you’d never hurt a fly, unless it hurt you first.”

She could feel him standing nearby now.

“He admired you, Y/N. He was proud to call you his baby sister.”

Y/N choked on a sob. “What do I do? How can I live without him? My brother? My poor brother. . . My only family.”

She wanted to give in to the pain. She wanted to scream and cry and beg Johnny to come back as she held him to her chest until he’d open his eyes. But she knew that it wasn’t going to happen.

“God, Johnny.” She sobbed. Simon wound an arm around the woman as she finally broke. The pain finally consumed her, having shattered slowly until all of the pieces met and collapsed.

Y/N buried her face into his chest as she cried, his hand holding the back of her head. She struggled to breathe as she tried desperately to kick through the panic attack.

“It hurts, it fucking hurts.” She sobbed.

“I know, baby.” He whispered. He held for a little while longer until she finally calmed.

“I have to sign it.” She told herself. Simon released her, and she looked up at him.

“I have to do it, before I change my mind.” She said quietly.

Doctor Halpin waited outside of the morgue until Y/N and Simon stepped out from inside. She watched as Y/N stayed at the man’s side, clinging to the wall for support.

“I’m ready to sign.”

She held out the clipboard and pen for her to obtain. “Sign on the dotted line with today’s date, and Sergeant MacTavish will be ready for cremation in the morning.”

Clicking the pen, Y/N held her breath and quickly wrote her signature on the dotted line, followed by the date in which she said goodbye to her brother.

John, Gaz and Simon looked between each other as she returned the clipboard.

“We’ll give you a call when he’s ready to be picked up.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” John said. The woman nodded and smiled as she disappeared back into the morgue.

Later that day, John and Gaz had promised a night of drinks to Y/N after the day in hell she had received. The only condition on her going, was to make sure that Simon was going.

“You wanted me here, then?” He asked as he swirled his glass of whiskey in his hand.

“I wanted you here because you understand me the most.” She told him quietly. John and Gaz were talking to Joe on the other side of the counter. “And Joe wouldn’t let me drink if I was alone.”

The noise she heard beneath his balaclava and deep in his chest was a chuckle, which caused her to lower her head as she smiled widely.

“I’m not responsible, I think Joe should really check himself into a facility.”

“He knows you claim yourself responsible for me.”

“You’re a big girl.”

“It has nothing to do with being a big girl,” she said to him. “It’s me not wanting to be alone, and when I’m with you, I’m not. Okay?”

Simon was silent as she grabbed another shot.

“I’m not getting drunk, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“All right.”

Y/N turned her head and looked up at him. Through his balaclava, he stared at her with dark, piercing eyes that were sometimes too difficult to read.

“If you want to leave, then leave. I’m not stopping you.”

“Why wouldn’t you stop me?”

“Because if you don’t want to be here, I’m not going to force you to.” She answered curtly. “I don’t want you to be here because you think you’re supposed to be here— that Soap would want you here. I want you to be here because you want to be.”

“How do you know I don’t want to be?”

“Because you’re not showing me anything that indicates that you want to be here.”

“Buy me a whiskey and we’ll talk.”

Y/N stared at him.

“Joe, one whiskey. And no, it’s not for me.”

A few hours had passed, and they hadn’t left until Joe closed the doors for the night. It was around two o’clock in the morning when Y/N, Simon, Gaz, John and Joe exited the bar.

“Thanks for the drinks, Joe. Much appreciated.” John clapped his hand on his shoulder. “All right. Simon, we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yes, sir.”

He patted Simon’s chest before reaching to cup Y/N’s face before following Gaz and Joe towards their cars.

Y/N exhaled as she turned to Simon. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked.

She shrugged as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. “For being here. . . For helping me, ever since. . .”

She cleared her throat. “I know you aren’t the type to open up to anyone, but you need to know that I’m always here for you. Wether it’s someone to bitch to about work, or if you need to tell any stupid army jokes to.”

Y/N was sincere, she always had been. But he knew that she was dangerous in ways nobody could explain. He could see it in her eyes the day that she attacked Shepherd— she would kill to avenge her brother.

But right now, she was. . . Fragile. She was soft, delicate, desperate for someone to keep her holding on.

Simon lifted his hand and cupped her face. When her lips parted, Y/N swallowed nervously.

“Simon. . .”

She raised her hands and tugged at the mask that hid his face. As she pulled it above his lips, she stared at them before taking a step forward.

Standing on the tip of her toes, he leaned in until she carefully touched his face, too nervous to make any sudden movements to scare him off, as if he were a stray dog. A mutt.

Simon could smell the perfume coming from her skin and the tequila from her lips as she inched closer. But once they were close enough, the man closed his eyes as their lips met.

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SEEING RED PART II

Ghost x f! Reader (Soap’s Sister)

MW3 SPOILERS!

You’re trying to adjust to life again after Soap’s death.

Warnings: language, mentions of death, depression, alcohol use, very light fluff :-)

When you lose someone you close to you, it’s almost like the world stops turning. Everything around you becomes still and silent. But in reality, it’s only you.

It had been two days since John MacTavish’s death. Two days since Y/N watched Vladimir Makarov end her brother’s life, right before her own eyes.

The images of his lifeless body on the floor, followed by a pool of his blood that stained her skin as she cradled his head in her lap, to the point where Simon Riley had to peel her away so they could leave.

Simon. Ghost had barely left her side ever since. The man had given the others strict orders to keep away from her during her time of grieving, and yet there he was, doing the exact opposite.

In his own time, Simon grieved. When he was alone, the subsided anger resurfaced to the point he could barely breathe.

If it were anyone else, he’d had left them alone. But with her, he couldn’t find the strength to stay away from you.

Simon stood inside of a conference room with John and Gaz, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Shepherd’s denying everything.”

“Of course he is.” Gaz said. “And he just gets to walk free.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” John said. “Laswell has a plan.”

Simon glanced over at the Captain. “You going to tell us, or leave us in the dark?”

“Soon, Simon.”

A knock came to the door, and they turned their heads to see one of the sergeants.

“Lieutenant Riley, there’s someone on the phone asking for you.”

His eyebrows furrowed beneath his mask as he walked towards the door and out into the hallway. Reaching for the hanging phone, he held it to his ear.

“This is Ghost.”

“This is Joe, you’re gonna want to come get Y/N.”

Joe. A bartender from Joe’s Drink and Dine, the bar where they all would spend a night to drink.

Simon propped a hand against the wall. Y/N hadn’t said anything to him today.

“Why’s that?”

“She’s here, Simon. She’s been here for a couple of hours. She’s shitfaced drunk right now, she’s getting weepy and quiet, I’m worried.”

Simon leaned his head back as he stared at the ceiling. “Put her on the phone.”

Shuffling occurred, and then there was a voice.

“Hello?”

Her voice was quiet, soft. But he could tell she was intoxicated, just by her breathing pattern. She had been crying, too.

“What are you doing at Joe’s?” Simon asked her.

“I just wanted a drink.” She said. Simon hummed as he leaned back against the wall.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asked.

“A few.”

Simon watched as John and Gaz exited the room, noticing him standing there with the phone. “Stay there, I’m coming after you.”

“Simon—”

“Don’t leave, Y/N. I’m not going to ask you again.”

“All right.”

Hanging up the phone, John watched as he began walking by.

“Was it Y/N?” He asked.

“I’ve got to go.” He responded curtly. “I’ll keep in touch.”

Ghost drove to Joe’s as quickly as he could through the storm, that only seemed to be getting worse by the time he reached the parking lot to the bar. Pulling into a spot and turning off the car, he slid out of the car and walked towards the front doors. The rain was cold and harsh against the material of his jacket, the rain spraying down his clothes.

By the time he got inside, he weaved his way through the dimly-lit bar, his eyes focusing on the girl that was slumped over at the bar. Resting with her head on her folded arms that laid on the table, her soft eyes blinked every so often as she fiddled with one of the small umbrellas from a previous drink.

Simon moved towards the bar and beside Y/N. Once she realized who he was, she slowly lifted her head, looking up at him.

“You didn’t have to come.” She said.

“I did.” He said, leaning against the bar beside her. Y/N twisted the umbrella between her fingers.

“Is this what you want now? To drink until you can’t walk?” He asked her.

“I just needed something to help.” She said quietly.

“So, you turned to alcohol to solve your problems. Is that right?”

Y/N turned to stare at him, her eyes teary as her lips quivered lightly. “I’m not a fucking baby, Simon. If you’re going to treat me like one, then fuck off.”

Simon stared at her as she buried her face in her hands, groaning lightly as she shook her head.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

Simon stood to his feet and grabbed her waist. “C’mon.”

Helping her off of the chair, Simon helped her walk towards the doors. Stepping out into the rain, he walked as quickly as he could while ushering her to his vehicle. Thunder rumbled loudly, and rain poured even harder.

By the time he got her into the car, they were both soaking wet from head to toe. Simon leaned inside and fastened her seatbelt before climbing in on his side.

Y/N hugged her knees to her chest as she closed her eyes. It was a quiet drive, the only sound the soft hum from the heater as the car warmed to a comforting temperature.

Simon glanced over to Y/N, adjusted the vents to focus on her.

“Joe called.” He spoke. “Told me you were there.”

“Joe’s a tattle-tell.” She murmured.

“Joe’s looking out for you.” He told her. His voice was stern, but there was no anger or resentment. It was just him.

“Joe shouldn’t have given me the drinks he gave me if he were looking out for me.”

“Are you going to lecture me, because I came and got drunk? So I could get over the fact that my brother just got killed right in front of my eyes?”

“Johnny wouldn’t want you doing this.” He told her.

Y/N was silent. Ghost continued to drive, waiting for her to speak.

“I can’t stop seeing him, Simon.” She said to him.

“I know.” He said softly.

Arriving to Simon’s apartment, Y/N walked in ahead of him, holding the wall to help her move steadily. As they entered, he helped her towards the couch, where she sat down slowly.

Simon stared at her as she quickly gripped the front of his jacket, holding him in place. He could see her poor bloodshot eyes, the way small rings formed beneath her tired eyes from lack of slumber. Her hair was wet and tangled from the rain, but she never looked so beautiful.

“What did I do, Simon?” She asked him. “I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to do anything, knowing that I have to do it without my big brother.”

Tears fell from her eyes and Simon instinctively reached forward before wiping them away with his thumb. Y/N sniffled, leaning forward. The man remained still as she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. He stayed there and allowed her to sob, choking for air as she gave in to mourn.

Simon pressed a hand to the back of her head as he held her. The sweet smell of roses with a hint of tequila burning his nostrils.

Simon pulled away when she looked up at him with sad eyes. He slowly pulled away, standing.

“I’ll get you a drink.”

Walking to the kitchen, the man grabbed a glass from the cabinet and turned the faucet on. Filling the glass, he walked back in to the living room, halting.

Y/N was laying on the couch, curled up on her side. The man set the glass on the coffee table before sitting down.

Reaching for the throw on the back of the couch, he draped it over her body before tucking it gently. He turned off the lamp beside the sofa before walking into the next room.

Entering his room, Simon slid off his jacket and his mask before setting it on the desk. He walked towards the bed and kicked off his boots before slipping under his comforter. The man laid there, staring at the window as lightning flashed within the distance.

A few hours had passed, but Simon was still awake. This was normal. The man never had slept good in his life. Considering his past and his occupation, it was rare to get a whole night of sleep.

His door opened slowly, and the man turned over slowly. Even within the darkness, he could see Y/N standing there. He couldn’t see her face, but he could make out her frame.

As she approached the bed, Simon rested an arm behind his head. He knew she was having issues sleeping.

The man moved over before drawing the comforter back. Y/N climbed onto the bed, slipping beneath the comforter before moving herself to be right up on the man. The contact caused him to stiffen lightly, his jaw clenched as she moved closer. She hadn’t seen his face before tonight, if she could see within the dark.

“I can’t sleep.” She said quietly.

“I can’t either.” He stated. He watched as the rain trickled down the window.

“How do you do it?” Y/N asked him.

“Do what?”

“Get through it. . . How do you keep going?”

Simon inhaled as he shifted slightly. “You just do. . . You keep going because they couldn’t.”

Y/N shook her head. “It isn’t fair. He should be here.”

“Life isn’t fair. If it was, we’d all get our way, everyone we’ve cared for would be alive, or wouldn’t treat us like dirt.”

It was silent for a moment, the only sound the pouring rain as it splashed against the window. Y/N stared at the ceiling as thoughts circled her mind.

“I wanted to kill him.” She whispered. “I saw him and I just lost it. Every part of me was forcing me forward to just grab him and kill him. Like Makarov killed John.”

“I would’ve let you do it if we didn’t need him.” Simon stated.

“I just can’t wrap my head around it. He was part of it all this time.” She said, tears spilling from her eyes. “I’m fucking drunk, I need to stop talking.”

Simon watched as she wiped her eyes with a loud sigh. She laid there beside him, sniffling quietly.

“He won’t get away with it.” He assured her.

“I hope not.”

“Trust me.”

For a moment, she allowed that to sink in. Trust me. She trusted Simon with her life, for the few years they had been working together. Since Johnny had been assigned. She was there to see their friendship grow, along with hers.

Y/N scooted closer to Simon and wrapped her arms around his masculine frame, pressing herself to his body. The man didn’t move, slightly hesitant as she pressed her cheek against his chest.

“I do trust you.”

A few days later, Simon approached John an hour later inside of the conference room. “What did you want to talk about, sir?”

“Shepherd.” He answered. Simon looked at him, his brows furrowed.

“What about him?”

John shrugged as he placed a gun on the table.

“Giving him what he deserves.”

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SEEING RED

MW3 SPOILERS!!

You are Soap’s sister, who’s absolutely furious after Makarov killed him.

Warnings: violence, language, anger, rage, emetophobia

There was a loud bang as as your body hit the floor. The breath escaped your lungs, causing you to choke out for air. Your chest ached and your insides churned as you tried to regain steadiness.

“No!”

You turn over and watch as Vladimir Makarov closes in on Soap. As your brother turned, the man pulled the trigger, striking him down.

“John!” The name fell from your mouth like a squeal, your voice hoarse as he fell to the ground several feet away from you. Your heart sank as he laid there. You could feel bile rising in your throat due to the fear of your brother as he laid there still.

“You son of a bitch!” You screamed, crawling across the ground. You reached for your gun, but there was no use. One of Makarov’s soldiers moved forward, stomping down on your hand. The echoing sound of crackling bones rung in your ears, and you screamed out as the bones in your hand shattered. Tears blurring your vision, you winced as another gunshot echoed within the air, the man standing upon your hand falling lifelessly to the floor.

Quickly, you cradled your broken hand to your chest as you rolled over. Makarov stood now, hovering over the Captain with his finger clasping the trigger lightly.

“Take this to hell with you, Captain.” He said. The venom in his tone sent a chill down your spine, leaving you to grit your teeth as you tried to reach for the weapon that laid somewhere beneath the dead man’s body.

“Never bury your enemies alive. . .”

Suddenly, your brother is on his hands and his knees before he launches himself at the man, shouting as he tries to knock the man away.

“Johnny, no!” You screamed, staggering to your feet.

Makarov gripped Soap’s arm before twisting it behind him, bending it at an odd angle. The cracking of his bones caused you to scream.

“Let him go!” You screamed. You could finally feel the gun beneath your fingers. As you began tugging at the weapon, your eyes flickered to see Soap fall to a knee.

Your heart sank and your eyes widened as Makarov pressed the head of the gun against Soap’s temple, immediately pulling the trigger.

“NO!”

“JOHNNY!”

Your ears rang as you watched in shock. Your body turned numb as the rest of the scene unfolded around you. The constant gunfire, the screams from Task 141 and the sound of the train soaring by all tuned out from her ears.

You couldn’t even feel yourself moving, crawling towards your brother’s body with blurred vision. You didn’t care what was happening around you, all you were concerned about was the blood pooling around Soap.

You mumbled incoherently as you lifted his head in your hands, your lips quivering as his blood stained your hands.

“Johnny. . .”

Simon’s voice caught your attention. You could feel him approaching. As he kneeled before you and studied Soap’s body, you still couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“Disarmed. . . Disarmed. We’re clear.”

Simon looked to you. Beneath the balaclava, the man clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth.

Gaz and Price watched the scene with melancholy. As the Captain lifted his comm.

“All stations, this is Bravo in the blind. Threat neutralized. Bomb is safe. . . One KIA.”

“We’ve got to get him out of here,” Gaz stated quietly.

“All right. . .” Price looked to Simon. “Ghost. . .”

Simon stood hesitantly before walking near Y/N. As he grabbed your arms to attempt to help you to your feet, your grip on Soap tightened and your body stiffened.

“No.” You said, but your voice was barely acknowledgeable. Your throat felt as if it were closing by the second, your mind spiraling.

Simon’s face was just beside you as he spoke.

“We’ve got to move Johnny.”

You couldn’t speak, only being able to shake your head over and over again. Simon’s hands gripped your arms as you shook.

“C’mon. I’ve got you.” He assured you. You allowed the man to lift you to your feet, holding you steady from behind.

“Good girl, keep going.” He wouldn’t allow you to look back as Gaz lifted Soap’s body and carried him the rest of the way.

When they reached base, the air was deafening silent. Vladimir Makarov had escaped on e again, and John MacTavish had been killed in the line of duty.

Laswell turned to the others as she crossed her arms over her chest. “How’s Y/N holding up?”

“She’s not.” Price responded.

“At the moment, all she is, is alive.” Simon said gruffly.

“If it weren’t for Ghost, we wouldn’t have been able to get her out of that bloody building.” Gaz muttered. “She wouldn’t let go of him.”

“And Makarov got away.” Price mentioned. “Once again.”

“It—”

They all stopped when the sound of yelling echoed from within the corridors. Drawing their weapons and rushing towards the door, they peered into the hallway where they noticed you standing just a few feet from Shepherd.

“You did this, you got him killed you son of a bitch!” You screamed, rushing forward. You attacked the General, shoving him down to the ground before closing your hands around the man’s neck. Security guards raised their weapons, but Price immediately raised his weapons.

“Stand the fuck down, now.” He demanded through gritted teeth. The guards obeyed as Ghost rushed forward, immediately grabbing your arms.

“Come off it,” Gaz an snapped as he attempted to help Simon. Ghost gripped your arms, prying you off of the General. He locked his arms around your body as he lifted you from the floor, ignoring your shouts of protest and thrashing.

“Let me go, fuck!” She shouted. Security helped Shepherd to his feet, where he dusted his suit.

“I didn’t do a goddamn thing.” He snapped.

“Let’s not talk about what you did do, all right?” Price muttered. The man pushed himself between the group as Ghost held you in his arms.

“You need to get your people under control, John. Or I’ll have them removed from this operation.”

“You don’t get a say in that, mate.” Gaz stated.

“You don’t either.”

“Shut the fuck up, Shepherd. Before I release her.” Ghost warned.

John chimed in as he glanced back at you. “Get her out of here, Simon.”

Your blood boiled and your heart pounded furiously as Ghost practically carried you away from the group, taking you a few hallways away into one of the on call rooms. Opening the door and slamming it shut behind him, he stood before the door to block it before releasing you.

You stared up at him angrily. “Move, Simon.”

“Take a breath.”

“He was in on this. He was in on everything, Simon! He is the reason my brother is dead! You want me to take a deep breath? Are you fucking mad?”

“Shepherd is already being evaluated for disciplinary actions. You want to kill him and put yourself in jail? You want to rot with the rest of ‘em?”

You shove your hands against his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Fuck you. Get out of the way.”

But he doesn’t budge. The man stares down at you with a steady gaze, that only infuriates you even more than before. You gritted your teeth and shove your hands against his chest again, shouting.

“Let. Me. Out! Why won’t you let me do this! He killed him! He killed Johnny, you arrogant, emotionless son of a bitch!”

You shouted between your words as you fought him, but he only stood there and allowed you to take your anger out; no matter how long it lasted. You hit, punched, smacked and kicked until the point he gripped your arms firmly.

That was when everything hit you all at once and came down on your shoulders, creating a heaviness upon your chest and a throbbing ache through your entire body as the grief settled in.

“Johnny. . .”

Ghost remained silent as you choked on a sob, his arms closing tightly around your frame as you began slipping towards the ground. The man slid down to the ground and held you, allowing you to scream into his chest as he stroked your hair. Your hands balled in fists against his chest, your face buried into the side of his neck as you clung to him for comfort. Ghost remained still, trying to soothe you until you could calm.

“You need to get cleaned up, Y/N.” He said to you. You were still covered in Soap’s blood, and you looked horrible from the lack of sleep from the mission and the stress of losing Soap a few hours ago.

You cried into his neck. “I have no strength, Simon. I—I can’t do anything.”

“Do I have to strip you naked and give you a shower myself?” He asked sternly. The man stood, walking you towards the shower room opposite the bedroom. The man left you just long enough to turn the shower on.

As he adjusted the temperature, he turned when he heard the sound of gagging. The man watched as you lurched over one of the toilets, emptying the contents from your stomach. Ghost drew the curtains back and turned back to you as you stood.

“Take these off.” He demanded, helping you free of your clothes. Once you were down to your underwear and bra, Ghost helped you get inside the shower before helping you scrub clean. He grabbed the bar of unused soap, tore off the wrapping and doused your skin with it. He scrubbed until the dried blood came clean from your skin, circling down the drain.

“We’ll get your hand checked out.” He said, watching you clutch the injured hand to your chest. It was most definitely broken, swollen and bruised from the stomp.

After helping you dress and warmed up, you and Ghost made an unwanted trip to the medical bay inside of the base where they examined your hand.

“It’s definitely broken, but it will heal after some time. No surgery is needed.” The doctor said. “We’ll get a cast and some pain meds, and you’ll get it off in the next six weeks.”

Ghost watched from afar as they placed a cast. After they were finished, he walked towards you, watching you stand to your feet.

“I’ll take you back to your room.” He said quietly. As you began to walk, you felt his hand on your side.

“Simon—"

“You don’t have to say anything.” Ghost told you suddenly. “I’m here.”

And for that, you were thankful. Ghost understood and admired your brother more than anyone else, he was his closest friend and his loss hurt him, too, but he knew that you needed him in this time of loss.

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