#( i now have a garrick save file sigh )

[seluniite-archived]

me: i need sleep.

also me: expand on eira’s brother summore.

garrick korlys. 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 / 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞. fisherman’s son turned unwilling member of 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥. eira’s dumb older brother.

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Ghost Of Men: Call Of Duty Fanfic Prequel Part2

Simon 'Ghost' RileyOCWife

Trigger Warning: War, Vilence, PTSD Mention Child Abuse, Anxiety

Here's part 2.

It took a bit, here it is. I wanted to make sure that it was good before posting. I will start part 3 as soon as I can. This had been one favorites stories to work and thanks again for the likes and all the likes.

So once again thank you all taking the time to this and enjoy.

It had been a cold mislabel morning the rain was still coming with mixed of snow, in his. Ghost sat his desk that sat in the far corner of the room. It was a fairly large with black tile flooring plain weight walls, and large windows that sat was next to the desk, two old looking filing cabinets on the other side of the room where the only door way. Ghost sat his desk looking over some paper that Kyle did ask him to sigh before heading to John. He was looking through the pages making sure that paperwork he was about reach for his phone that on right side right to his phone. His eyes looked over to it and stair at it for a moment. He was about to reach it, then paused. "Now hold, Simon. Ya texted about 30 minutes ago. She's fine. So she's fine." He sit back his chair taking a few deep breaths. "She's fine. The baby's fine. There both fine." He picked up the pen and began writing down a few things. He spent 20 minutes doing that then his eyes landed on the phone again. He drops the pen and began reaching for his phone the stops. He began taking a few deep breaths. "Steady on, Ghost. Jus' relax." he thought to himself. "She's fine. The baby's fine. They're both fine. Okay? There's no reason to worry." He once again picked the pen and began working again, and after another 15 minutes. He leans against his chair and looked up the ceiling. "It's fine. They're gonna be fine. It won't be like last time..." As soon as he thought crossed his mind went back to the haunting night on Christmas Eve. He saw the bodies of his mom, his brother Tommy is own wife and son... Then saw Ellie getting shot the sound of gun fire clean as bell that ring is mind then his eyes snapped open. Ghost stood up breathing his heavy, and looking around his desk and grabbing his phone and began calling Ellie. After a phone rings she picked up: "Hey, sweetheart. What's going on?"

He felt his heart felt a lot more has soon as he heard her voice. "Nothin', Lovie. D-Doin' some paperwork." Hiding the shakiness of his voice. "Meetin' went on longer than I thought." "I figured." said Ellie. "I been watching HunterxHunter and I can't believe how good it is. I just fine Heaven's Arena arch. Tell Kyle he's good great taste." "Heh. Copy that." said Ghost. Then heard the door of his office being knocked. Ghost looked up at the door and said: "Ellie, I'm sorry but gonna have to call ya back." 'That's fine. Love you. Tell everyone I said hi." "Sure thing. Love y." said Ghost, hanging up his phone then called out:"... It's open." The door open and Kyle Gaz Garrick pop his head. "Is this bad time, Sir?" "Heh. Not at all, Kyle." said Ghost, with an amused tone. "Yar not Johnny. C'mon in." Kyle walked into the door and closed the door behind, and walked over the desk. "Luka ask me give this to you." He held up a vanilla folder. "Jus' put on my desk." said Ghost, as picked up the paper that he was working and put them in green that was laid open and put the papers in it. "By the way, Kyle, your timin’ is in impeccable as always." said Ghost, closing the green fold. "Got the paperwork ya ask me to look is done." "Oh, great." said Kyle, as he took the green folder for him. "Thanks doin’ that for me. You save my sink, L.T." Ghost nods. 'I heard your wife wasn't feeling to well. How is she?" Kyle asked. "She's doin' fine. Just a some bad mornin’ sickness and headaches, Gaz. Another she’s doin’ grand.” said Ghost, reaching for his mug and saw it was empty. "By the way she's been enjoyin' HunterxHunter. She just the Heaven's Arena, the YorkNewCity arc. The best one." "Yep. Not as good as the Chimera Ant arc." said Kyle. "Bloody hell. I know, mate. That arc is a fuckin' masterpiece. I love YorkNewCity more." said Ghost. "And Kurapika in an absolute legend." "... Okay, yeah, you make a good point.” "Heh. Anyway, how about we both get a cuppa, yeah?" "Sure. I could use, sir." Ghost stood up from his chair and he and Kyle walked of the office and began making their down the hallway. "Have you told Ellie about up coming mission?" asked Kyle. "...Not yet. Plan to when I get home." said Ghost. Kyle then looked at him, he knew that his Lieutenant was man of words and didn't like to talk about himself that much, Kyle then clears his throat. "I was wonder, Ghost, do you wanna go to the pub with me and Soap after work?" asked Kyle. "Sorry. Can't." "Oh. You sure? Seems like ages since all went all hung out together." "I know. But I did promises the missus I would be home after work." "... Alight, mate." It was huge room with blur flooring, and had about up too 20 tables that was spread out across the, with chair that were pulled in. With large glass windows that looked in the took up most the walls. The rain had stopped and the was thick fog was began covering haft the training grounds. There were few fellow solders that were sitting scatted around. Some were talking, playing a few bored games or read books.

In the far of the mess hall was sitting alone was Luka who reading a book he had his glasses on.

Just then his phone was ringing, and he looked up and saw he got a text. He reached for it and check to see who texted him.

(Text From Kyle)

*wanna coffee? ☕️🙂*

Luka then began texting and sent it.

(Text Sent)

*that would be nice*

*thanks*

Just then an arm came out no where in from Luka pulling a plain white mug of coffee in front of him.

"Here ya go, mate~." said Kyle, with beaming grin.

"AGH!" Luka jumps and looks up to right and there stood Kyle who laughing at him. As Ghost pulled a chair and sat down.

"... Jeez, Kyle. You scared the hell out me." Luka snapped.

"Sorry. But it was his idea." said Kyle, looking over Ghost.

Luka turned his head to him and glared.

"Wow. You suck."

"Need to be more alert, Lu." Ghost amused, as he took a sip of his tea.

"He's not wrong." said Kyle sitting next to Luka. "How's goin'?"

"It was rather pleasant..." Luka said, closing his book and placing it the table. "... But then you two jerks came here to annoy me."

"Just showin' how much we respect you." said Kyle.

Luka looked at him for a moment, and nods. "Fair enough. Anyway thank you for the coffee, Kyle."

He picked up and took a sip and asked: "How was the meeting?"

Kyle's face fell and lean against his chair. "Too. Fuckin'. Long." Then he grits his teeth. "Hearin’ Green's voice makes my ears bleed."

Ghost lets out low agreeable grunt.

"Yep. He's a jerk." Luka said. "But what about the mission you guys have to on in next few weeks."

Kyle was taking a sip of his coffee and then eyes widen, then looked at Ghost was staring at his mug of tea.

Luka sat there looking from to the other.

"... U-Um... Guys? Is there something wrong?"

Kyle looked him then at Ghost who asked: "Ya should let Price fill ya in."

Luka felt his anxiety.

"... H-How... bad is the next mission?"

"... To say, Luka." Kyle said. "It's... a very dodgy."

"Sergeant Garrick." said Ghost in a low voice.

Kyle felt his body tense up when he spoke, then fell silent.

As the 3 men sat there, Johnny came walking over he was about to say something when saw that they looked tense.

"Creepin' Mary and Joseph. What's got ya lot all gloomy?"

"Hm? Oh, hey Soap." said Kyle, with wave.

"Hello, Soap." said Luka.

"Luka." Johnny said, looking at him fondly and ben over and have him a bear hug.

Luka catch of grade, laughs a little began patting his back upper.

Ghost looked from mug watched them.

His teammates...

His brothers...

He watched for a moment, then said began reaching into his breast packet.

"Well, since you muppets are here. Attention."

The looked at him as he slide something onto the table in front of them. The 3 men looked at the ultrasound.

Ghost there looking at them.

"Since you lot are gonna be uncles I want you ya to know we're expectin’ a lit' baby girl." He said, leaning against his chair arms crossed.

The 3 men looked at him in shocked for a few moments and Johnny began grinning and said: "YES!!! I FUCKIN' BLOODY CALLED IT! I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE A GRIL!!" Then looks Kyle. "YA OWE ME AND REST OF THE LADS DRINK, GARRICK!"

"... Damn it..." Kyle groans, rolling his watching at Johnny giving a smug look. "I was thought the baby was gonna be a boy."

"Hahah. Like I told ya months ago: Intuition."

"You're a git."

"Aye! A Git who's gettin' free drink~!"

Luka sat there watching with a disapproval annoyance and shook his head, turn to face with a smile."That's wonderful to hear, Ghost. I'm very ha---." He felt his stop a chill run his as Ghost at there across the table a dark ominous expression in his eyes as he looking at Johnny and Kyle. "... You. Muppets. Made. A. Bet. On. Gender. Of. My. Kid?" said Ghost in a low voice.

As soon as they both heard him speak Both Johnny and Kyle felt their body tense up as they both sense an overwhelming sense of ominous doom coming over them.

Then month cleaned their throats, both put a mature adult act.

"That's great news." said Kyle. "Very happy for you and Ellie."

"Aye. A blessing for sure, L.T." said Johnny.

Ghost just him both his famous haunted 'Ghost' look. His dark brown eyes, then picked his mug of tea taking a sip.

"My heart almost stop..." Luka thought. "I... I forgot how terrifyin’ he can be..." Kyle thought. "... How can be so bloody scary...!?" Johnny thought.

Just then someone was walking over to them, a woman who looked looked to be in her mid two 20's, slightly tall, with short blondish hair tan skin. She was wearing a light green scrubs black and white sneakers and white doctors coat. Rebecca Jose was making over and said in a slight southern accent "Mornin' y'all." Both Johnny and Kyle jump a little and looked. As soon as Kyle saw he felt his face heat a little and his hearting a little faster. "O-Oh! D-Doc." he said, with a smile. "H-Hi. aftermoon?" "Hi, Gaz. How are you?" the woman said, giving him a sweet smile. "Well. Very well. Heh." said Kyle, shyly. The rest of the men looked over and Luka said: "Hello, Becca." "Good afternoon, lass." said Johnny. Ghost nods and took a sip of tea. "What' going on here? You 4 up to something?" Rebecca said "Not really. Just waffling about."said Kyle. "That's good to see. I think y'all could some down time, been workin' yourself to death." Then Rebecca looked over at Ghost. "Speakin' of death. Hey, big guy," Ghost looked up her. "I order the medicine you ask, it's in my office." Ghost nods and stood up he picked up ultrasound and his mug of tea. "I'll see ya lot in tick. That will be." "Roger, pops." said Kyle. "Take it easy, da." said Johnny. Both Luka and Rebecca both tried not laugh has Ghost gave them a look, and walked pass them. As soon he left Luka stood up himself. "I get back to work myself." He picked his mug and book. "I'll see ya two later, okay?" "Right. Ya coming with us too the pub, yeah?" said Kyle. "I'll stop by." said Luka, walking away, living the two younger men at the table. Kyle looked over Johnny who looked to be deep in thought. "Something on your mind, mate?" Johnny looked at him and thought. "Nah. Nothin' really Thinkin' about babies for L.T. and Ellie's girl. I was thinkin' Bridget or Abby." "Heh. I think that's up to both them.” said Kyle, with small laugh. Then thought to himself. "... All though, I think Sara or Ester." "Ooooh, Ester is a grand name, lad." said Johnny. "I like Josephine. We get call Jojo!" The two kept on talking Ghost had fellowed Rebecca to her office. It was like Ghost's but slight larger a still desk in the far corer two ver large book shelves, a pulled out cot that far life corer of the room, with small bedside table and lap on. Ghost looked the cot and said: "See ya added table." "Heh. Yeah." Rebecca said, picking small white bag that was on her desk and walked over the him. "I think it makes the office way more cozy.." She held up the bag to her him. "Here's the meds for Ellie." "Thanks, Doc." Ghost tokk the bag. "How's her headaches? Any better?" "Yeah. She said so at least. She did have wake up in the middle of the nigh' got sick." said Ghost. "Not sure what the bloody fuck she ate. This mornin' she put peanut butter on her eggs. ... I-Is that normal?" "Oh, yeah." said Rebecca. "Sometimes pregnancy make women eat some crazy shit. It's out there, for sure and gross. But normal." Ghost just looks and just hums. "Ooookay... Well, thanks again. Doc." "Pff. You don't have to thank me." said Rebecca, she then walked reached for her phone and pulled out. "Let's see... I think Ellie's next appointment is---." "March 2nd. 10:20 am." said Ghost. Rebecca looked at him a bit shocked. "... Really?" "Roger." "... Did have written down on your phone." "Negative, Jus' got a good remember." "... Uh... Huh..." Rebecca than thought. "... That's... oddly cool." Ghost was about to walk out when Rebecca said: "I gotta say Ghost you got this whole dad thing nail." He dead and looked down flooring. He... wasn't sure say but said: "... Still tryin' to learnin', Doc." "Hump. Well, you're doin great I think." He didn't say anything again just. "... Thanks again." And he walked out the office, closing the door behind him. He thought about what Rebecca had said to him. Was she being honest with him? Or what she mocking him in somewhere?

He looked down at the small bag in his hand before makig his away down the hallway.

[inkedsoldier]

Chew the Bullet - Chapter Three

A Modern Warfare series

Casey Vos is a liaison officer for the Dutch Special Forces. She has been stationed in Afghanistan and Syria, but now works everywhere they need her assistance. Specialized in counterterrorism and intelligence, she is unmistakably a great asset for the upcoming Taskforce 1-4-1, under the command of Captain John Price.

A/N: Here it is – the official chapter three of Chew the Bullet. Let me introduce to you, Captain Jonathan Price. Please, if you see any errors, let me know so I can fix it. It’s much appreciated. Well, I hope you enjoy! And please leave a note, vote or message with your thoughts! Bravo team out.

Warnings: angst.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Lyons wanted a better weapon. Kate knew exactly who she had to call to arrange that. The cell phone vibrated in his pocket while he tried to maintain his position on the roof. He slowly pressed the small button on his pack. “John?” the voice on the other end of the line said. He recognised who it was immediately, “Laswell,” he replied. “Where are you,” Kate asked, while he moved into a prone position. “Occupied,” he responded looking through his night vision scope, spotting the hostile on the building on the other side of the street. Jonathan Price was used to fighting in the shadows. He joined the infantry at the age of sixteen and has been on the frontline ever since. In charge of a highly effective unit, tasked with anti-hijacking counterterrorism, specializing in close quarter combat, sniper techniques and hostage rescue, he is one of the best in the field. The captain works closely with Western intelligence agencies assigned to aggressively pursue HVTs. Just like Casey he is on call to mobilize anywhere in the world with immediate readiness. “I got a problem,” the blonde CIA officer informed him. Word travels fast and he knew what she was talking about, “Russians?” Kate sighed, “Chemical weapons have fallen into terrorist hands. They could be anywhere.” The hostile was slowly getting in position to take the shot on the vehicle approaching; it was John’s mark to engage. He aimed down the scope, checked the wind speed and distance to avoid anything that would lead to missing the shot. He turned of the safety and pulled the trigger. One shot, one kill. “When can you brief?” Kate asked unknown of the situation. He slowly stood up and checked the scene in front of him. “We just did,” he stated before ending the call.

 10:33 AM Metropolitan Police Service HQ, London

Casey had been sitting on the floor in one of the offices at the headquarters for hours. Searching for any clue on what Al Qatala was planning next and finding a location on where the chemicals could be, she hadn’t discovered anything yet.  Papers were scattered all around her and the pin board on the wall was filled with possible leads, but nothing pointed directly to last nights ambush. Even the computer system took ages to open the encrypted files on the hard disks they found in the townhouse. Growing more frustrated by the minute a deep sigh left her lips. She wanted to have a tantrum and punch the wall like a grounded teenager. She felt like a failure. Why the hell wasn’t she able to find anything? What did she miss? The door opening and closing startled her out of concentration. “Here take this,” Kyle spoke. She turned around and watched the sergeant coming up to her with a bowl of porridge in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other. “You need some fuel if you keep going like this,” he advised with a smile on his face. The Dutch operator was committed to her job and he knew that. Nothing could stop her once she got sucked into a new mission. “Thank you,” she replied softly, just loud enough for him to hear. There was kindness in his smile, a gentleness. It was the smile of one who laughed with ease and could see right through her behaviour.

 Suddenly, an out of control beeping sound came from the laptop on the desk behind them, bringing them both sharply into focus. Casey jolted up and checked the screen of the device. A jungle of algorithms filled the screen, followed by multiple sources of footage from the Wolf. She held her breath and tried to concentrate as if her life depended on it. “… this can’t be,” the lieutenant uttered. “Piccadilly Circus… they are planning on attacking Piccadilly Circus! Tonight!” Kyle moves as if someone else is controlling him. His eyes are wide, looking right at the screen. “Bollocks,” he yelled. In situations like this, fast thinking is critical. The brain needs to work like a supercomputer, which is able to think properly, is logical and not afraid.  It’s an important source to survive. “Ok. Listen to me – this is how were going to do this. I call Laswell. You assemble the team. According to this…” Casey said as she pointed to the laptop, “… the attack is set up to take place at six o’clock. That means we got around seven hours to prepare and think of a strategy to stop it.”

 05:50 PM Piccadilly Circus, London

Piccadilly Circus is known as a busy meeting place and a tourist attraction in the centre of London. Video displays and neon signs are mounted on the corner building on the northern side, and in the middle the Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain can be found. The road junction is surrounded by several notable buildings, and situated directly underneath is the underground station. “Okay guys. The terror treat level is now critical,” Casey started. “We expect multiple attackers. Bombers or something worse. We got a negative on sniper support, but I’ll provide cover from higher ground,” she informed the team in the car. “Raven for Alpha-One, how copy?” the section chief sounded on the comms. “Alpha-One for Raven. Send traffic,” Casey replied. “Keep in mind we don’t want to turn London into a warzone,” the man stated. “Copy that. Alpha-One out.”

 After going through the strategy one last time, Casey made her way to the highest building for overwatch. Without alarming nearby civilians she managed to get on the roof and find the best cover possible. Dressed in all black gear she was ready for the mission. Earlier Kate Laswell informed the Dutch operator that Price was on his way to London for support on the operation. With her sniper rifle in hand she moved into a prone position. It was almost six - time to switch to night vision. “Alpha-One for Alpha-Two, over” she asked tapping her earpiece slightly. “Alpha-Two for Alpha-One. A white van just approached to intersection. Heads up.” Kyle notified. “A-firm. Be careful, Gaz. Multiple hostiles in view,” Casey reported back while she watched the team move out of the van. They slowly approached the suspects, trying not to spook them. Adrenaline flooded their systems when suddenly a man screamed and tried to ran towards the van in front of them. Two armed men got out of the vehicle before it speeded off to the intersection. A loud explosion and gunshots followed, leaving multiple wounded in the area, including Crowley and Brooks.

 It was pure chaos. Civilians tried to get out of the area, while suicide bombers tried to get in. Gunshots come thick like winter hail, cutting through the air. Casey could hear Gaz on the comms informing Scotland Yard about the detonation and hurt officers, asking for medical support. She removed the safety on the rifle and scoped for the terrorists. “All units, they’re taking hostages at Piccadilly station. I say again, we have a hostage situation at Piccadilly Station,” a female voice briefed in her earpiece. She couldn’t get a clear view on the underground station, but she saw Kyle going down the steps.

 On the opposite side of the junction, Price and two other soldiers entered the field. “Bravo six to Watcher, London just turned into a battlefield,” the captain stated. Closing in on the fountain a suicide bomber approaches the trio from the left side. But before he gets the chance to detonate the vest a bullet pierced his skull. “I thought you said there would be no sniper support, Laswell?” Price asked. “Negative on sniper support, John” was all she responded. Someone was bending the rules and the decision might have saved the lives of his team members just now. “They’re hold up in the Tanto building,” a female voice informed them on the comms. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on why he knew it. “Let’s move,” the SAS captain declared.

After clearing the bookstore and avoiding being hit by a car, Kyle moves from his position to the Tanto building. “Sergeant, suspects are retreating into the Tanto building to the Northwest. We need all units covering the Tanto building, now!” the section chief yelled in his earpiece. “I got your Six, Gaz” Casey informed him, before sniping down another bomber in front of the store. “Bloody hell,” was all Kyle Garrick managed to say. A piece of metal blocked the entrance of the building. With all his power he tried to move it, but one of the members of Al Qatala attacked him upon entering. Gunshots cracked the air, and the hostile went limp. “Blue! Blue!” Kyle yelled turning around. Price approached the sergeant, “I see you. You armed up?”

 It took them a few minutes to clear the electronics store. Unfortunately, one of the hostages was forced to wear an explosive vest. With six seconds until detonation, Price had to make the decision to save the other hostages from the inevitable explosion. Pushing the man off the second floor was the only option to safe the rest. After the teams secured Piccadilly Circus, Casey got down from the roof to meet up with Kyle and the captain. She was nervous to finally face the man that had inspired her during the times they worked together. Running her hand over the scar just above her heart, the officer reminded herself that she survived for a reason. Her hands shake in a way she couldn’t control, all she can do is loop her thumbs into the pockets of the jeans she was wearing, hoping she looked casual.

 Police sirens were wailing all around. Kyle gritted his teeth to remain silent, his face showing suppressed rage. “You saved lives today, sergeant” Price spoke coming up behind him. “It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, sir” the soldier replied, the anger clearly in his voice. “They sent us in half assed, so everyone can just keep pretending we’re not at war.” The SAS captain knew what he was talking about, “Yeah, lie of the fucking century, that is.” Anger boiled deep into Gaz’s system. “Then why have we got our hands tied? Lets just take the bloody gloves off and fight… sir.” John Price nodded, “Go on.” Kyle turned around fully to face the captain. “We don’t stand a chance in hell with these rules of engagement, Captain. They can tell us where, they can tell us when… don’t tell us how. We were tracking that cell for weeks,” Kyle told. “You had actionable intel on this?” Price asked. “Quite a bit, Price” Casey replied walking up to the two men. Though her voice was the same, had he seen her first he would have denied it was her. “…Case?” he asked wide eyed. She tried to speak again, but her voice falters into unintelligible croaks, so she just nodded. Casey wears a face like she’s expecting anger from the man, anger that doesn’t exist. She feels so much misplaced guilt. Before she knew it, he was hugging her tightly, tears dripping from her cheeks on her black vest.

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