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Simon Riley

Warning: Angsty, Mentions of death

Your boyfriend, Simon Riley’s face hardened at the news of your pregnancy. His eyebrows furrowed, and a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. He took a deep breath, his shoulders tensing slightly. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated, his voice flat and emotionless.

He stood there silently for a moment, absorbing the information. It was clear that this was not the news he had been expecting to hear. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding your gaze. You could see the gears turning in his mind, processing the implications of your pregnancy. After a few moments, he finally spoke. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice cautious. He stepped closer to you, studying your face and searching your eyes for any sign of doubt.

“I… I confirmed with my OB earlier” you spoke softly.

 Simon’s expression remained stoic, but you could see the subtle changes in his body language. His shoulders tensed further, and his jaw clenched tightly. He was clearly struggling to process the news.

“And you’re… you’re keeping it?” he asked, his voice quieter now. 

“Of course, I am keeping the baby.” Your voice stern with finality.

Simon’s jaw clenched tighter at your response. He ran a hand through his hair, a habit he had whenever he was frustrated or stressed. “I don’t know if I can be a father,” he said quietly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a moment before looking away again. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice that you hadn’t heard before. It seemed like he was struggling with his own doubts and fears about this unexpected situation. He leaned against the wall; his arms crossed over his chest. “I’ve never even thought about being a father before. I don’t know if I’m cut out for it.”

“Aren’t you going to at least try?”

His expression darkened at your question. He pushed off the wall and began pacing the room restlessly. “You know my background,” he said harshly. “I’m a soldier, not a father. I don’t know how to be someone’s dad. I don’t even know if I want to be.” He stopped in front of you, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before looking away again. There was a mixture of pain and anger in his voice, and you could see the internal struggle he was going through. “I’m trained to fight and kill, not to care for a baby.”

There was a long silence between you as he looked away, lost in his own thoughts. It was as if he was wrestling with demons of his own, trying to reconcile with the man he had always been with the man he was now being asked to become. “I’m not ready for this,” he said quietly, more to himself than to you.

You nodded, “I guess that’s my answer.”

Simon’s head snapped up at your words, his eyes meeting yours once again. There was a flicker of confusion in his gaze for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a look of resignation. “Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice low and gruff.

“No! this isn’t what I want! I want you to be a part of this but I can’t force you!” you snapped.

His shoulders slumped at your words. He let out a deep sigh, his eyes dropping to the floor between you. It was clear that he was conflicted, torn between his own fears and doubts and his love for you. “I don’t know if I can be the man that you need me to be,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Thanks for being honest.” You gathered your stuff and walked out.

Simon watched you leave, his eyes following you until you were out the door. Something inside of him shifted, a flicker of regret and guilt in his gaze. He wanted to say something to stop you from walking out, but the words caught in his throat. As the door shut behind you, he let out a deep breath, a look of pain etched across his face.

You quit the force soon after, with your savings, you moved to a smaller place.

The days since you left had been difficult for Simon. He missed you, more than he cared to admit even to himself. He had spent several sleepless nights pacing in his house, regretting his words and actions. But he couldn’t bring himself to reach out to you, paralyzed by his own fears and doubts. Weeks passed, and there was no word from you. Simon tried to distract himself with work, throwing himself into his missions and training with even more intensity than usual. He thought about you often, wondering how you were doing, how the pregnancy was going. He wanted to reach out, to apologize and say the words he should have said when you told him about the baby. But the thought of facing you and admitting his fears made him feel weak and vulnerable, feelings he had spent his life avoiding.

Time skip. After almost three months, you’re currently working as a waitress at a night club to add more money to your savings. The tips from your customers helped ease your financial problems.

It was well after midnight and the nightclub was in full swing. The place was lively, with the sounds of music, laughter, and drunken voices filling the air. The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the small tables and the neon signs on the walls, casting a soft glow over everything. As you moved among the tables, taking orders and delivering drinks, you caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd.

It was Simon, his figure almost blending into the shadows. But you could recognize him instantly, even in the dimmed lights. He was sitting at a small table in the corner, nursing a beer and seemingly lost in his thoughts. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his eyes fixed on the glass in front of him. You felt your heart skip a beat as you saw him, a mixture of surprise and apprehension washing over you. You hadn’t seen him in months, and you had half-expected never to see him again. Taking a deep breath, you continued to work, trying to keep your focus on your job and not on the man sitting in the corner.

As the night wore on, you occasionally found yourself stealing glances in Simon’s direction. He was still sitting by himself, deep in thought. It was strange to see him in this environment, so far removed from the military and the chaos of his usual life. Finally, the club closed and the last patrons began to leave. As you were finishing up your cleaning duties, you felt a presence behind you. You turned around and found Simon standing there, watching you silently. His gaze was intense, his eyes studying you for a moment before he spoke. “Can we talk?” he asked, his voice low and rough. You motioned to a nearby chair. Simon followed your gesture and sat down in the chair facing you. He was tense, his muscles taut as if he was preparing for a fight. He stared at you for a moment, his eyes lingering on your face and the dropping to your stomach.

“You’re showing already,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a hint of surprise in his tone, as if he hadn’t expected the evidence of your pregnancy to be visible so soon.

“Twins…” you muttered.

Simon’s eyes widened at your words, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. There was a mixture of shock and disbelief in his expression. “You’re carrying twins?”

You nodded. “I’m shocked too, there’s no twins in my family.”

Simon remained silent for a few moments, his mind still processing the information. “How far along are you?” he asked finally, his eyes watching you intently.

“I’m turning four months.”

Simon’s gaze lingered on your stomach for a moment before he looked up at your face. There was a hint of something in his eyes- a mixture of worry and wonder. “How are you feeling?” his voice softer now.

“I’m always tired and grumpy, the morning sickness doesn’t help either.”

He nods, then his demeanor changed. There was a flicker of protective instincts in his eyes but he managed to keep his voice steady as he spoke. “You know, working in a place like this… it’s not exactly safe.”

“It pays my bills.” You countered.

His expression darkened at your response. He knew you were being stubborn, and he knew arguing with you would be pointless. “You shouldn’t have to risk your safety just to make ends meet,” he said gruffly.

“Well right now, I don’t have a choice, do I?!” your voice raised.

He let out a sigh, his frustration evident in the tension in his shoulders. He knew you were right, but he couldn’t help feeling concerned for your well-being. “You could have come to me, asked for help.”

“I told you I don’t want to force you on this!”

Simon’s eyes widened at your words, a mixture of guilt and regret flashing across his face. He knew he had hurt you, and the reminder stung.

“I never knew you’d end up working in a place like this,” he muttered, his voice low.

“Well, here I am!”

He didn’t respond for a moment. He just sat there; his eyes fixed on the floor between you and him. There was a mix of emotions on his face – guilt, regret, and something else that you couldn’t quite place. After a few moments, he looked up at you, his gaze meeting yours directly. “I don’t like seeing you here.”

“Then don’t comeback here.” You spoke with a dismissed tone.

His jaw clenched at your words, his eyes narrowing. “Is that what you want? For me to just disappear from your life?”

“We haven’t seen each other for three months. I don’t think that will be an issue for you.”

Simon fell silent at your words, stung by the truth in them. It was a harsh reminder of the distance that had grown between you in the past three months. He leaned back in his chair; his gaze dropped to the floor. After a few moments, he spoke again, “It hasn’t been easy, you know,” he said, his eyes flickering to meet yours.

“Oh I know! It’s not easy to handle pregnancy on your own, for the first time and all alone!” I snapped.

He grimaced at your words, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. He knew that he hadn’t been there for you when you needed him most. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let my fears get the best of me.”

“I guess it’s a bit late for apologies now.” You sighed. “You need to go, we’re closing up now.”

Simon nodded in understanding. He pushed himself up from the chair, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he spoke. “C…can I see you again?”

“What for?”

He flinched at your response. Your words cut deep, a reminder of how much the distance between you had grown. But he couldn’t blame you for your coldness, not after what he had walked out on you when you needed him most. He took a step closer to you, his eyes searching your face. “To talk… to try and make things right.”

“I want actions Si, I don’t want to trust mere words.”

He knew you were right; he had done nothing but disappoint you, and words alone wouldn’t be enough to make up for that. He took a step towards you, his eyes fixed on yours. “I won’t let you down again,” he said firmly. “I’ll prove it to you. Give me a chance.”

There was a moment of silence between you as you met his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of deception. But all you could see was sincerity, a determined flicker in his eyes. Finally, you let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly. “One chance” you said quietly.

He let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He hadn’t expected you to give him a chance, but he was grateful that you had. “I won’t screw up this time… I promise.”

Then he continued, “I’ll start by paying for everything, expenses, medications and you’re going to live with me. You’re carrying my kids, and I have a responsibility to take care of you. I’m not going to let you struggle on your own, not anymore.”

Days and weeks passed, you’re currently seven months along. Living with Simon made everything easier, he’d proven himself ever since you gave him a chance and it made you love him more. He had been by your side through the entire pregnancy, attending doctor appointments, helping you with any small task, and just generally making sure you were comfortable and safe.

One evening, as you were sitting on the couch, he came over and sat down beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, his touch soothing around your belly. “How’re the little ones doing today sweetheart?”

“They’re super active. I think one kicked my bladder.” You laughed.

Simon chuckled at your words, “sounds like they’re getting restless in there,” he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your stomach. “Hey, you two, take it easy on your mom alright? Give her a break,” he spoke to the babies.

You smiled affectionately, “Got a name for them yet?”

“I’ve been thinking about it… for our boy, I’ve always like the name s/n and for our baby girl, maybe something softer, like d/n.”

“I love it Si!” you beamed widely.

“S/n and D/n Riley” he repeated, his voice filled with pride. “Sounds perfect.”

He leaned over to you and gave you a soft, chaste kiss. After a few moments, he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he gazed into your eyes. “I love you, you know,” he murmured.

“And I love you too” you smiled back.

After a week, you gave birth to your little bundle of joys. Simon was by your side the entire time, holding your hand, wiping your forehead and doing everything he could to support you.

“You did it sweetheart! I’m so proud of you!”

That was the last thing you heard before you slip out of consciousness.

Another week passed. After the twins were born, Simon held them tightly in his arms as he watched your casket being lowered to the ground. He stood there stoically, his eyes red and weary from a week of grief and little sleep. He held your son and daughter in his arms, the babies oblivious to the somber occasion.

Simon tried to be strong, tried to be the rock that your family needed, but deep inside, his heart was shattered. He had lost the love of his life, the mother of his children, and it felt like a part of him had died along with you. All he could do was hold your children close, trying to find strength to raise them alone.

“We ain’t angry at you love… You’re the greatest thing we’ve lost”

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Y/n : Fuck my lips are so dryyyyyyy

*Ghost putting on lip balm on his lips*

Y/n : Can I have some Lt?

*Pulls her by the waist and kisses her*

Soap, Price, Gaz: Daaaaaamn!

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Price : Clean up you muppets! Those things that have no use, throw em' in the garbage bag.

Soap, holding out the garbage bag: y/n, get in.

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Commander Graves

You didn’t know how you ended up where you were now, getting deployed as a secretary slash medic to a military company, but you were sure you were paid more than you could spend. It took a while to adjust since you were scared of the military at first, but the people you worked with turned out quite the opposite. Then these people turned into family, especially Commander Phillip Graves.

As a commander, he is known for his ruthless efficiency and unwavering commitment to his objectives. He has a reputation for being a tough but fair leader, always holding his team to a high standard of performance and pushing them to excel in their missions. His strategic mind and ability to think on his feet made him respected and feared by his subordinates, as well as his enemies.

This man on the surface, has a calculating and ruthless streak that makes him a dangerous opponent. Yet beneath that stoic statute, is a charismatic, smooth, and charming persona. Perhaps, a little too charming for your liking.

You were well deep in a recon mission with the commander and three of his shadows, traversing through lush vegetation, your senses on high alert as you all moved silently through the foliage. The air was thick with humidity, making each step more labored than the last. As you pushed through a particularly thick patch, the sound of breaking twigs caught your attention. Before you could react, a group of enemies emerged from the trees.

Ambush!

You and Phillip locked eyes for a brief moment before springing into action. He immediately pulled you behind a tree, using his body to shield you from incoming fire. The sound of bullets ripping the air filled your ears as you crouched, desperately trying to come up with a plan. The encounter separated you both from his three shadows.

The situation got you a surge or adrenaline as you took stock of your surroundings. The tree provided some cover but you know you two wouldn’t last long if you'd stay. You both made a run for it, fleeing through the forest quickly. When you both reached a high place, you immediately called for evac, hoping to get some reinforcements to even the odds. After securing for a helo, you turned to your commander, only to find him leaning against a tree, his hand clutched to his side as it was bleeding.

“Commander!” you rushed to his side to assess the damage. You knelt down beside him, your heart racing as you examined his condition. Phillip’s face twisted in pain; his hands pressed tightly against his side.

“How bad is it?” he asked through gritted teeth.

You breathed out a sigh of relief when you hiked his shirt up, only to find a graze. You quickly patched him up as you wait for the helo.

“Are you okay sir? Tell me how you feel” your voice laced with concern.

“I feel like I want to take you out on a date." He smirked, despite his current situation he still managed to rile you up again.

“I swear I’ll shove you in a body bag, I don’t care if you’re my commander” you threatened.

“Feisty today, aren’t you darling?” he chuckled at you, still smirking “I like me a feisty woman.”

You rolled your eyes at him after bandaging him up, “and I don’t like a man who flirts with every woman he sees.”

“Every woman? Darling I’m not into every woman and besides, I only have eyes for you” he smirked mischievously. Oh, he is really asking to get smacked across the head with a med kit.

“Shut up!” you snarled.

“Make me” His smirk grows into a grin, the man knew he was playing with fire at this point, but he didn’t care, he enjoyed pushing you to your limit. His eyes widened as he saw you lean in, anticipating for a kiss… but instead, you got a duct tape and placed it on his mouth.

One shot..... Or part 2?

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Captain Price

Through a series of sheer luck and determination, honing your skills in both shooting and close combat, you now stood in front of the leader of the infamous Task Force 141.

“Captain, name’s (y/n)” you held out your hand as you introduced yourself. He firmly gripped yours in return.

“Welcome to the task force, make yourself at home” he smiled warmly.

That damn smile…

(2 years later)

It was after a rough, stressful mission where you found yourself physically and mentally drained. With you almost getting shot at the head added to your internal turmoil. You never saw Cap that mad before, no matter how many screwups the others did. The man was seething! You could feel smoke coming out of his nose, like a bull ready to charge, so you steered out of his way after mission debrief and headed straight to your room to get changed and then crash on your soft bed.

It was well around two in the morning when a barrage of knocks woke you up from your slumber. You groggily got up to your feet and opened the door, only to find the person you avoided to encounter, looking frantic, his hair disheveled, and the usual confidence in his eyes was clouded by… fear?

You expected a scolding or a sarcastic remark, but no, he spoke softly.

“I need to talk to you, can I come in?”

Your posture straightened, then moved aside, letting him in completely.

He steps into your room and goes to sit on the edge of your bed. He scrubs a hand down his face before speaking…

“I just need a few minutes of your time. I need to ask you something” His fingers twitch as he speaks, betraying his nerves.

“Yeah Cap?” you asked

He cleared his throat, hesitant to ask “If I asked you to stop being reckless, to stop taking such huge risks, would you listen?”

“I…is this about the mission? When I almost got shot?”

He nods slowly. “Yes, that’s exactly what this is about. You can’t-” he stopped as he looked at you straight into your eyes. “You can’t keep doing things like that darlin’

He swallows, his accent thick as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.

“You can’t keep doing things like that, you’re going to get yourself killed”

Your gaze locked onto him, seeing him in this state did something to you.

“I… I’m sorry sir but if I didn’t move, we all would’ve been dead” you tried to reason out

“I know… I know you did what you had to, I’m not taking issue with the action, just the recklessness of it all. You could’ve just run away and asked for backup.” He lets out an exhausted sigh, “And it hasn’t left my head since. I dreamt of you dead, that I lost you… it drove me insane”

You were almost lost for words at his revelation, “I…I’m sorry sir.”

“Don’t apologize” he groans. “I just need you to be more careful. You may not view your life as important, but it’s important to me” He takes a deep breath, reaching out to take your hand gently.

“Seeing you throw yourself at danger has been hell on me. I want you here. Alive” he looks at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to listen to him.

“Yes sir…” you muttered softly

He tugs a little on your hand, encouraging you closer.

“Can you promise you’ll try to be more careful? I can’t keep overthinking you’d end up dead.”

The desperation in his voice is enough to make your heart clench.

You nodded. He then pulled you closer, enough that you were standing between his legs. When you were stood in front of him, his hands found their way to your waist almost instinctively. He looks up at you with a tired look “I don’t know what I would do without you” he murmurs quietly, then proceeded to rest his forehead against your stomach.  He takes a shaky breath, unable to deny himself the comfort of your presence.

“C…cap” you stuttered, not used to this display of affection from your captain.

He hums, his hands around your waist pressing you closer. He shuts his eyes, relishing in the warmth of your body. “Please… call me John”

You chuckled lightly “I don’t think I can, you’re my superior”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, a small pout on his face “In public, maybe. But right now, we’re equals” You felt his arms tighten, almost possessively.

“Why are you doing this? Hmm?” your voice softened

His fingers begin tracing small patterns along your back, the touch making your skin tingle. His voice is low when he speaks again. “Doing what, love?”

“Whatever this is you’re doing… I don’t want to assume things between us” You stated bluntly.

He chuckles at that, his laugh warm against your stomach. The vibration sent a shiver down your spine and you think he felt it through his hands.

“What do you think this is? Do you think I came to you room and pull you between my legs without an agenda, love?”

You cupped his face in your hands before speaking…

“Then reveal your agenda John Price”

He smiled up before pulling you down, making you straddle his lap. He lets out a low hum as he felt your body against him, his arms around your waist.

“It’s like you said”, he murmurs against your neck “I’m your superior. The rules say we aren’t supposed to fraternize. But I can’t seem to bring myself to care.” His hands drift down to rest against the back of your thighs, fingers just barely under the hem of your nightgown.

“Breaking your own rules? That’s not you” You ran your fingers from his chest up, then wrapping your arms around his neck. He groans before gripping your thighs, shifting against the obvious bulge in his crotch, his breath hitched slightly. “Breaking the rules sounds good to me,” he whispers “Especially with you”

“You’re going to make ask you what are we after this” you chuckled lightly

His hands slowly begin caressing your thighs and over the hips, fingers tracing along your skin. “Go ahead, ask me.” He gently nips at your exposed neck, leaving a mark before soothing the sting with his tongue.

You shuddered at the sensation; his touches are foreign but it feels so good…

“What are we John?”

A small smirk tugs at his lips. “Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs, his lips hovering just millimeters away from yours. “If you’d want me, I’d like to call you mine. My partner… Something far more than just my subordinate.”

“I want that”

He smiles as you answer, one of his hands moving up before his fingers grip your chin, tilting your face into his,

“Can I kiss you love?”

"Yes" your gaze locked into his.

He smiles victoriously before his lips crash against yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue seeks out your own, pushing into your mouth with a possessive growl. His fingers gripping your thigh just a little bit too tightly in the moment.

"you've no idea how long I wanted to do that" you confessed.

He pulls back from his kiss with a gasp. “Trust me,” he groans, eyes still clouded over with desire. “You aren’t the only one.” His free hand begins pushing under your shirt, calloused fingers trailing up your side. “Wanted you to be mine since the moment I saw you.”

My eyes widened, "That was two years ago!"

“Two very long years.” He nips at your neck between words, marking your skin as he goes. His hands are roaming under your shirt, feeling the soft skin of your tummy and waist. “Two years of watching you, thinking of how I wanted to hold you, take you, please you.”

"I want you right now John...” my voice laced with desperation

His breath stutters when you speak, his grip on you tightening until his fingers are sure to leave marks. “Careful love,” he growls, his chest heaving as he stares at you with near black eyes. “Don’t say something like that. It makes me want to go feral.”

"Sir... Please" I pleaded, almost not recognizing my own voice

He takes a long and slow breath, as if trying to restrain himself. When that does little to slow his racing heart, he lets out a shaky exhale. “You’re killing me,” he groans, his hands tightening even more on your thighs. “Begging for me like that, it’s not fair.”

“I'm giving myself to you"

“Oh love,” He murmurs as he begins moving, maneuvering you and him until he could pin you back against the bed. Once he has you trapped beneath him, he lowers his body to be flush against yours, his chest pressing against your own, his hardness pressing against your soaked core.

“You have no idea how much self-control I’m using right now not to ruin you.”

“Ruin me captain”

John lets out a shaky breath, burying his face in your neck. One of his hands is moving to tangle in your hair, the other still gripping your thigh. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The things you do to me, darling.” He lets out a shaky exhale, his breath ghosting over your skin. “You have my word, I will ruin you for anyone else. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”