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Ode to that child on the pavement
TERRITORIAL felony: A young Lukas (Alejandro Cooper in an ochre shirt) is accosted by the thugs on the street, for infringing on their piece of cardboard. Photograph courtesy Imdb. HUMAN BEINGS HAVE an ugly propensity to be cruel to one another. To throw children to the proverbial wolves out there. To lack basic empathy. The Namibian film Lukas, puts a human face on all of these horrors.…
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Ignoring the Aftermath problem I'm having at the moment- When starting this AU, I was 100% going for the NoCo ship. Everything was written with this ship in mind (and how its existence influences the game). In the meantime I lowkey got in the Alenoaheather hole and now,,, i have no clue which ship to do. Because if I do Alenoaheather then some things will change.
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Match Review: Manchester United 5-2 Leicester City
Well, that was a bit of fun, wasn't it?
This could potentially be Ruud's only game in charge of Manchester United, but it was a proper spectacle and a right old ding-dong of a cup tie.
Two goals from Casemiro (one absolute worldie), one for Garnacho, and two for Bruno Fernandes (one being a massively deflected free-kick) puts United through to the Quarter Finals of the cup, with Chelsea, Aston Villa and Manchester City all out of contention.
Something I have wanted to see was Casemiro as more of an 8 alongside Ugarte as the 6. Tonight we got that, and both players were immense. Based on goals it's hard not to give Player of the Match to the Brazilian, but Manuel Ugarte had a stormer of a game and his best performance in a United shirt to date.
Statistically, Ugarte had a 90% pass accuracy, 9 ball recoveries, 4/4 tackles, 2/2 aerial duels, and 2 interceptions. Beast Mode.
Leicester did score two cheeky goals through Bilal El Khannouss and Conor Coady, and it's worth flagging the how: a poor punch from backup keeper Altay Bayindir allowed the first, and calamatous defending failed to clear the ball for the second. Sloppy.
Aside these fumbles, United did dominate play and possession. 57% with United, 87% pass accuracy, 23 shots and 9 on target. United could have been a little more clinical with the shooting but that's a work in progress. The exciting thing was seeing United be more direct under Ruud Van Nistelrooy than under Erik Ten Hag - a style that seemed to really liberate Garnacho (stellar game), Bruno, Rashford and Dalot.
Garnacho is, on paper, on fire - not bad for the turmoil we see at the club. Today he had an 85% pass accuracy, 9 touches in the opposition’s box, 5 chances created, and bagged a goal and an assist. A very productive evening.
It should also be highlighted how Garnacho on the left, Rashford on the right led to Marcus moving to the LCF position and Zirkzee right, before rotating back. A little tactical tweak to allow the left+left overload, ala Brentford. Interesting to see, and possibly more likely to see again until a natural LB returns.
The only big concern of the game bar Bayindir being an obvious 2nd choice keeper and Lindelof being an obvious 5th choice CB was Joshua Zirkzee. He looked good in patches but still a bit lost at sea. It's the first season, so it will take time in the tumult that is Manchester United being shite and changing manager AGAIN but a goal tonight would have done him the world of good. Ah well.
The Carabao Cup draw has put United against Tottenham Hotspur away in the quarters; potentially a chance for Ruud or whoever succeeds him to get revenge for the shite 3-0 defeat in the league.
Next up is a tough tie against Chelsea on Sunday. Will tonight's big win against Premier League opposition be the catalyst for a good game at the weekend?
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Allison Janowski at DNC:
5:30 PM Call to Order Minyon Moore Chair of the 2024 Democratic National Convention Committee Gavel In The Honorable Veronica Escobar Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Texas Invocation Everett Kelly National President of the American Federation of Government Employees Imam Muhammad Abdul-Aleem Masjidullah Mosque, West Oak Lane, PA Presentation of Colors Illinois State Police Honor Guard Pledge of Allegiance Luna Maring 6th Grader from Oakland, California Welcome Remarks The Honorable Veronica Escobar Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Texas Joint Remarks Becky Pringle President of the National Education Association Randi Weingarten President of the American Federation of Teachers Remarks The Honorable Alex Padilla United States Senator, California
6:00 PM
Remarks The Honorable Marcia L. Fudge Former United States Secretary of Housing and Urban Development Remarks The Honorable Ted W. Lieu Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, California Remarks The Honorable Tammy Baldwin United States Senator, Wisconsin Remarks The Honorable Katherine Clark U.S. House of Representatives Democratic Whip Remarks The Honorable Joe Neguse U.S. House of Representatives Assistant Democratic Leader Remarks The Honorable Leonardo Williams Mayor of Durham, North Carolina Remarks The Honorable Raja Krishnamoorthi Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Illinois Remarks The Honorable Bob Casey United States Senator, Pennsylvania Remarks The Honorable Elizabeth Warren United States Senator, Massachusetts Remarks: “Project 2025—Chapter Four: Making America Weaker and Less Secure” The Honorable Jason Crow Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Colorado Remarks The Honorable Elissa Slotkin Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Michigan Remarks The Honorable Pat Ryan Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, New York Remarks Reverend Al Sharpton Civil rights leader Joint Remarks from representatives of “the Central Park Five” The Honorable Dr. Yusef Salaam Member of the New York City Council Korey Wise Activist Raymond Santana Activist Kevin Richardson Activist
7:00 PM
Joint Remarks Amy Resner Former prosecutor and friend of Vice President Harris Karrie Delaney Director of Federal Affairs at the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network Lisa Madigan Former Attorney General of Illinois Marc H. Morial President of the National Urban League Nathan Hornes Former student at Corinthian Colleges Tristan Snell Former New York State Assistant Attorney General Remarks The Honorable Maura Healey Governor of Massachusetts Remarks Courtney Baldwin Youth organizer and human trafficking survivor Remarks The Honorable Deb Haaland Remarks John Russell Content creator Remarks The Honorable Maxwell Alejandro Frost Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Florida Remarks The Honorable Colin Allred Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Texas Joint Remarks on “A New American Chapter” Anya Cook, Florida Craig Sicknick, New Jersey Gail DeVore, Colorado Juanny Romero, Nevada Eric, Christian, and Carter Fitts, North Carolina
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National Anthem The Chicks Host Introduction Kerry Washington Joint Remarks Meena Harris Ella Emhoff Helena Hudlin Remarks D.L. Hughley Remarks The Honorable Chris Swanson Sheriff of Genesee County, Michigan A Conversation on Gun Violence The Honorable Lucy McBath Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Georgia Joined by Abbey Clements of Newton, Connecticut, Kim Rubio of Uvalde, Texas, Melody McFadden of Charleston, South Carolina, and Edgar Vilchez of Chicago, Illinois. Remarks The Honorable Gabrielle Giffords Former Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Arizona Performance P!NK Remarks The Honorable Mark Kelly United States Senator, Arizona Remarks The Honorable Leon E. Panetta Former United States Secretary of Defense Remarks The Honorable Ruben Gallego Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Arizona Remarks The Honorable Gretchen Whitmer Governor of Michigan
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Remarks Eva Longoria American actress and film producer Remarks The Honorable Adam Kinzinger Former Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Illinois Remarks Maya Harris Remarks The Honorable Roy Cooper Governor of North Carolina Remarks The Honorable Kamala Harris Vice President of the United States
The speakers list for the 4th and final night of the DNC is here. The main speaker is Vice President and Democratic Presidential nominee Kamala Harris.
There could be a surprise guest or two.
Other notable speakers: Elizabeth Warren, Gretchen Whitmer, Ted Lieu, Tammy Baldwin, Al Sharpton, Roy Cooper, Gabby Giffords, Mark Kelly, and Maxwell Alejandro Frost
Performers: The Chicks, P!nk.
Illinois: Lisa Madigan, Raja Krishnamoorthi, Adam Kinzinger
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how would the 141 + konig and vaqueros react to reader (not part of the military,just a civvy) randomly having connections with a bid deal military person like someone on a higher rank💀 imagine them being "oh general ___? we had dinner at his house last week. i met him while I'm on a coffee run" or someone from 141 mentioning that they need something and reader is just like "hmm i might have someone for that"
this is so funny to me
ghost: he needed access to some computer data from a big law firm, but they refused to cooperate with him or the team. at dinner one night, you two were talking about your days when he mentioned his frustration with this law firm. “what firm is it?” you asked curiously and he told you it was a group called ‘Henson and co Law’. you started laughing and when he looked confused, you smiled. “i know their mom. i use to babysit them for her after their dad left the picture. let me see if i can get their mother to talk some sense into those brothers.” the next day, the law firm quickly gave ghost what he needed and asked him to give you their love.
soap: you two were laying in bed together, him having just return from a recon mission. “you know, this mission is being over complicated just because no one knows how to get into this gala. every time we try and get invites, they reject us!” he let out his frustration and you looked up from your book. “you talking about the Mason Gala? i can get you in. Helen Mason is my godmother!” soap immediately whipped his head towards you, desperately grabbing at your arm. “please doll! also your godmother is a multi millionaire?” you shook your head, getting your phone out to text the women and ended up securing the whole team and yourself tickets.
gaz: you two were on a facetime call while he was on a mission. the homecoming date kept being pushed back because one of the guys they were supposed to get intel from kept flaking. gaz was expressing his frustration with the whole thing when he mentioned a name to you that was super familiar. “wait a minute…you don’t mean Ben Klark? i went to high school with him!” you laughed when gaz lurched forward. “please tell me you still have contact with him! we need tech!” you nodded, grabbing your laptop to message him. the next day, three boxes showed up full with the Klark tech the team needed.
price: he hosted a bbq at your guy’s house every other weekend. you were bringing out trays of food to the boys at the backyard table. they were deep in work talk when you joined. “we just need to somehow get the Jacobsons sisters to agree to go undercover.” price shook his head, knowing the two girls would never agree. “you mean Vanessa and Amelia Jacobsons? their mom does my nails.” you mentioned causally, setting the tray of food in front of soap and gaz. “wait you know them?” price looked at you confused. “yeah the girls come into the shop whenever i’m in to gossip. i think i have Vanessa’s number. i can try and convince her if it’ll help.” you looked at the boys, confused as to why this was groundbreaking to them. the boys immediately started begging you to ask the girls and you giggled as you went back into the kitchen, grabbing your phone to text the two girls.
alejandro: you happened to be sitting in his office, waiting for him to take you to lunch when him and two other officers walked in. “what do you mean we don’t have a pilot? no one on this base can fly?” he sounded frustrated as the two officers shook their heads. “you need a pilot?” you asked, catching the three men’s attention. “why? do you know one?” one of the officers asked. “yeah my brother. he’s overseas in america but i’m sure he’ll be able to do it. he’s air force.” you grabbed your phone to text him. alejandro crouched in front of you, kissing your head. “you’re my favorite, did you know that? i’ll contact his C.O. and get him down here.” you smiled, squeezing his hand. “you still owe me lunch.”
rudy: he was working in his home office when you entered, a plate of food in your hands. “rudy honey? you gotta eat.” you placed the plate down on top of the stack of papers he had buried his face into. “i will once i can get a reputable translator for when we go to russia in a few days.” he groaned, softly pushing the plate to the side. “i think i have a guy for that.” you pulled your phone out and started texting. rudy looked up at you, the look of hope in his eyes. “i’m desperate. everyone i reach out to is so sketchy.” he rubbed his eyes and you nodded. “Mikael Petrov. i studied with him in college. great guy.” you handed your phone to him with the contact pulled up. “you are a blessing.” he stood before kissing you gently.
könig: you were folding laundry in the family room when könig came home. he kicked his boots off before collapsing in his favorite chair next to you. “rough day?” you asked, not looking up from your task. “ja. everyone is busting my ass to find a hacker that can decode this transmission we intercepted.” you chuckled at the very militaristic sentence. “you could’ve just asked me baby. i know so many people.” you placed his pile of laundry on his lap before kissing his head. “you know someone? a hacker?” he looked concerned at first. “don’t ask. college roommate for all 4 years.” you laughed before getting your phone out. “Emila Davenport.” you gave him her number before taking the laundry basket full of clothes back upstairs to your room. “i’m gonna marry you someday, maus!” könig called out and you laughed loudly in return.
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I can imagine human reader getting tierd of being the only one in the 141 without like hybrid powers and just pulls a full brainstorm and makes like spider man stuff. like we just make some web shooters or something and the boys when we show them are just O°O
Webs
Dumbfounded, that’s the first thing they felt. To combat your mundaneness, your powerlessness in the face of a world full of hybrids and monsters born with powers and using them. You were human in every sense, you were powerless, mortal and weak, but you were resilient, mind brewing with theories and hypothesis for a way to become better —greater so that you could match the other men in the Task Force.
It took you weeks of building and searching for help, having Laswell connect you to the brightest minds in both worlds : human and monsters, to have your little contraption built. It was all hard work and sleepless nights, cooperation between both sides until you had your little shooter in your hand. It would be the tech that would help you hold your own in times of need and when you separated, stranded on your own.
It was a surprise, certainly, to the hybrids you worked with, watching you swing objects and shrapnel left and right when they’re thrown at you. You used your newly-acquired gadget to make the area safer before you started on whatever wound Soap or König had, touching up any injuries you already patched up hurriedly, or wanting to clear the area.
Price had commented on it, praising your ingenuity to further your reach, being able to do more than asked of you. Ghost, Gaz and König were often the ones to watch you practice, the exercise you added to your drills to master your ability to swing from wall to wall. Gaz would fly over your head, ready to fly down and pick you up if you slipped or if the web wasn’t shot far enough. If Gaz couldn’t reach you in time, Ghost and König were the failsafe, catching you in their arms.
Horangi’s curious, his swaying tail and careful steps matching Soap’s excited wagging and skip when they asked you questions, a feline’s curiosity and a canine’s eagerness. You told them all you knew, the less technical parts of the construction without confusing them or yourself. You explained how it worked, how to change the fibre and how to use it.
Rudy was the only one tempted to try it out, letting you watch him fumble and stumble around with it while he hung in the air, feet kicking the cement wall. Alejandro would laugh, his smooth chuckle making both yours and Rudy’s cheeks warm, him from embarrassment and you from something warm in your abdomen.
Perhaps you’d ask a few bigger copies just to see how well the rest of the TF fared with your gadget, just for the fun of it, to laugh and look back at this memory with joy and laughter.
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Power Hungry. (Graves x Virgin!Reader.)
!nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, non con, virginity loss, Graves is pushy, military talk, blood, violence, no minors- you know the drill!
Soap is not dead on this blog, he’s alive and well. That was not canon here! XD NOT EDITED
It’s no secret that Commander Graves has a thing for you.
He has since the day he met you.
He didn’t care who was around when he flirted with you. He didn’t care who heard. You didn’t mind him or his flirting at first. You got along with him pretty well. You didn’t see him too much because you were apart of task force 141 and he was with his own group. But that didn’t mean you didn’t like him. You of course had no intentions of ever pursuing his advances. You were a scared virgin and that was that.
Things changed when he took over Alejandro’s base and attacked Soap.
He held you inside Alejandro’s base alongside him. Had you tied up. He killed many innocent people and threatened you. Held a gun to your head.
It was a weird day when Soap and Rudy said he died in the tank, and you heard nothing about him for months.
Until you were sitting in that office talking to Shepherd.
“Without an army you’ve got nothing.” Gaz spoke. You were standing next to him. “Wrong again boys.” When Graves appeared on screen your stomach fell. Knowing what he’s capable of. What he said he’d do to you if you didn’t cooperate. You tried to hide yourself behind Gaz. “Un-fucking-believable.” Soap groans. “Soap… you miss me?” You can hear the smile in his voice as he says it. You hear nothing but ringing in your ears for the next few minutes. Not until you hear your name and freeze up.
“Is that Y/N behind you, Gaz?” Graves smiles. He bites his lip and you freeze. “That’s none of your concern.”
“Oh come on. Let me see her. Show me that pretty face.” Gaz backs himself up into you. Giving you a chance to get out the door without being seen anymore by him. You’d have to thank him later. “It’s alright. She’s got some hard feelings.. I’ll make it up to her.” He smirks. “Fuck off.” Gaz growls. “You tied her up and threatened to kill her, I hope the next time she sees you she shoots you.” Soap rolls his eyes. Graves laughs on the other end.
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You’re stood next to Gaz when Graves tries to shake his hand. Gaz doesn’t make a move and you have to stifle back a laugh. You can tell it eats Graves alive that none of you will be nice to him, but that’s not something that’s going to change. Not ever. His betrayal was unforgivable.
When Makarov got away, the task force stepped back. They had no intel, no leads. Nothing. Shadows were staying on the base with 141 and you had live alongside them until they went elsewhere. So you kept to yourselves mostly. You did your very best to avoid Graves. Until you couldn’t. You were on watch, but your partner had changed. You had no idea who was waiting up there for you. Who you’d be on watch with for the next couple of hours. You expected maybe Captain Price or another shadow. But you didn’t expect him to be waiting there for you.
His smirk was knowing, he’d purposely put himself as your partner on watch from here on out and you felt your blood boiling inside your veins. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?
Why couldn’t he have been a good guy? Someone you could trust?
He stands up from his chair. His smile beaming as he made his way toward you. “Y/N.. how you been honey?” He smiles. By the time he comes to a halt there’s barely a foot of space between the both of you. Which gives you the perfect distance for a right hook. He doesn’t expect it, not from you. You’re sweet and kind.
He stumbled back, recovering from the hit. His eyes are wide when he looks up at you. Wiping his now bloodied lip.
He laughs. In complete disbelief.
“My name is Y/N. That’s how you’ll address me. If you don’t want to sit on watch alone for the next couple weeks, you’ll shut the fuck up and leave me alone.” Your demeanor is strong. Your chest is puffed up and you’re standing your ground. Something he didn’t expect from you. You pass by him, going to sit down. “Oh come on, you’re not still mad are you?” You freeze up. Swallowing hard. “You tied me up, held a gun to my head, and than went after my task force. I’m fucking furious that you’re still standing on two feet.” The venom in your voice stings him a bit. How you could hate him so bad.
He knows he deserves it.
“What’s it gonna take huh? To prove myself to you?” He breathes. “You’re a fucking dog, a filthy traitor. You’re never going to be anything more than the dirt on my shoes.” You make your way for the door. “You and I? Will never be friends. Not ever. As far as I’m concerned, you’d have been better off if you pulled the fucking trigger.” You seethe as you slam the door shut, going down the stairs of the watch tower and leaving him up there alone. You knew you’d have to come back tomorrow, but for now, you needed to get away from him.
You think about him a lot. You always have.
You think about how flirty he was when you first met him. How he’d make you blush. He’d wink at you in passing and your stomach would fill with butterflies. You always thought it was a stupid crush but your virginity is what kept you away. You were scared to lose it, and avoided the topic at all costs.
Seeing him now makes you realize it was more than just a crush. You had real feelings for him deep down and his betrayal cut deep and hurt worse than anything you’d ever been through. If he liked you like he said he did, why was hurting you so easy? If you like someone, how could you? You lost sleep over it, and the time you thought he was dead, you dreamt of him. You would dream about how it was all a mistake, that it wasn’t real. How he’d come running to your aid and hold you close to him. Reassuring you it was all fake.
And than you’d wake up. And he’d be dead again.
He was a lot easier to get over when he was dead. It was easier to cope with because of his betrayal. You shouldn’t care that he was dead because of what he’d done and that’s how you got through the grieving process. But now, you didn’t know how to feel. He was alive but it seemed harder to cope with.
The next day on watch, you were up there first. He came inside but didn’t say anything to you. Thank god.
He leaves you alone for the most part. Only asking certain questions about how the base worked. You were short with him.
It went that way for weeks. You kept to yourself and so did he.
It was him who finally broke the silence.
“I wasn’t going to hurt you, you know.”
You turn to look at him, eyes darkening. For a second he thinks he made a mistake. But he doesn’t stop. “I.. I was just trying to scare you. So that you wouldn’t run away.” He swallows down a lump forming in his throat. “I knew you’d be pissed. Of course I did. But.. I thought maybe if I kept you close to me for long enough, you’d understand.”
He sighs. “I was delusional. I was terrified.” He looks down at his hands. “I acted purely out of fear, Shepherd told me about the consequences of what could happen if those found out about what had happened despite me not knowing. I was desperate to cover it up. He told me to kill you but I couldn’t. That’s why I kept you tied up. I didn’t want to.”
“He used me and threatened me. He blackmailed me because he made me apart of it. And Y/N.” He breathes. Looking at you. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry for the hurt that I’ve caused you. It was never my intention, I tried to avoid it.”
You look down. It’s silent and he’s clearly waiting for you to say something. “What’s done is done.” You breathe. “Maybe you can spend the rest of your life making up for it. And maybe when you’re dead I’ll forgive you.”
And just like that, you’re gone again.
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For the next week or so, he decides to get close to Gaz.
He offers to help him any chance he gets and Gaz always says no. But Graves jumps in to help anyways. It drives Gaz crazy at first, until he gets used to it.
Gaz is helping work on a Humvee and Graves is passing him tools, offering to be a runner if he needed anything. “This is about Y/N isn’t it?” Gaz asks out of the blue one day. “What?”
“You’re only being friendly to me because of her, right?”
Graves sighs. “Gaz. I’m trying to make it up to you guys. I know it’ll take forever, but I’m trying.” He mumbles. “What I did was fucked up and if the shoes were on the other feet I’d have put a bullet in my head already and I’m thankful you haven’t because I know you want to.”
“She liked you.”
Graves freezes up. “What?”
“She did. She had feelings for you. She buried them deep afterward but she did. Had nightmares about you for fucking months after you died.” Gaz mumbles. “I… didn’t know that.” He sighs. “Of course you didn’t, because you don’t care about anyone but yourself.” Gaz wants to ring graves neck for hurting you. You’re like his little sister and seeing you be in love with someone who’s so selfish eats him alive. “I’m trying here. Okay?”
“You scared her.” Gaz slides out from under the Humvee. It’s where he’d been working. He picks up a towel and wipes his hands off. “I’ll never forget the look on her face when you betrayed her. When you betrayed all of us. She kept a fake face on, made us all think she was okay when she cried herself to sleep for days afterward. She’d never been so scared, she didn’t know who to trust or what to do. Captain Price had to send her off on leave for a couple weeks so that she could recover. She tried so hard to hide how she felt. Seeing you probably eats her alive, and having to work alongside with you I’m sure has ruined any kind of healing she’s done.” Gaz shakes his head. “And what the fuck she ever saw in you…” he scoffs. Throwing the towel down. “She’d be better off if you had died in that tank.”
He walks away, leaving Graves standing there alone, again.
He hated how bad this task force hated him, but he understood.
Soap is who he approached next, trying to keep him company. But Soap barely showed him the time of day and when he did it was the bare minimum. Soap hated Graves. With a burning passion. But that didn’t mean he stopped. Soap did all kinds of chores all over base, so Graves started helping.
He worked alongside Gaz, doing grunt work in the shop where Gaz tried to learn everything he could about the Humvee’s. He helped Soap with chores around the base, every single day. When he wasn’t busy that’s what he was doing.
For two hours a day, he was sitting up on watch with you. He never said a word, only did what he was supposed to.
When it came to missions, he let Captain Price control everything. He told the Shadows to follow his orders and do what they’re told and Graves did too. He kept his mouth shut and did exactly what they wanted.
On these missions, Graves watches Ghost like a hawk. Making sure he was safe, taking down a couple men that sneak up behind Ghost along the way. Graves knows to keep his distance and try to make amends by staying away, Ghost is too dangerous.
At the end of the day, if Graves dies on a mission, not a single person is going to care. He did something unforgivable, something he can’t come back from. If one of them decides they’ve had enough of him one day and kills him, they’ll cover it up and said he died in action. And that will be the end of Phillip Graves. It eats him alive day and night, but nothing compares to the way he’s hurt you. He thinks about back then, the way you’d smile and blush in his presence, roll your eyes at his flirting. Now, you were cold. Falling in love with him, or catching feelings. He doesn’t know which.
Having feelings for him destroyed you. Turned you into a cold hearted person. Who killed and served like there was nothing to it. All of the life you’d once been full of was drained because of him. Because he was supposed to protect you, but he was the one on the other side of the gun to your head. He stabbed you in back and you trusted him so much.
“What do you want from me Graves?” Soap finally snaps one day. Graves is helping him clean up the mess hall. Soap is stacking the chairs up and graves is sweeping as he goes. “I don’t want anything from you.” He mumbles. “What? You’ve been following every single one of us around like a lost puppy doing anything and everything we say, if you think that’s how you’re going to win us over it’s not going to work.” He scoffs. Graves shakes his head. “That’s no my intentions, Soap.” He sighs. “Than what are you doing?”
“I just want to work alongside you guys without hating each other. I can’t take back what I did, but I can be better. That’s what I’m trying to do.”
Soap rolls his eyes. “You betrayed us. We’re never going to like you. Not ever.”
“And that’s okay. But I’m going to do better and I’m not trying to prove that to you, I’m proving it to me.” Graves continues sweeping the floor. Leaving Soap with nothing else to say.
It goes on like this for months.
The task force worries of course, they don’t want to get comfortable with him because the last time they did that, he tried to kill all of them.
But they get used to it. To his help.
———
Graves follows after you. Hiding in the shadows. It’s late at night.
He doesn’t know what he’s thinking. Maybe he just isn’t thinking at all.
He knocks at your door quietly and you’re confused as you open it. But your heart rate picks up when you see who it is. What on earth is he doing at your door so late?
“Hey.” He breathes. He steps toward you and you hurriedly step back. “What do you want?” You say quickly. He raises his hands in surrender. “I just wanted to talk to you.” He breathes.
He can see your pupils are blown wide, you’re on edge. Had he really scared you that bad. He can see you clutching your sidearm. He sighs. “I swear I’m not going to do anything. You don’t have to be scared.” He breathes. “I’m not scared. The only thing between me and you is a bullet.” You breathe. “Just.. please. Talk to me?” He bites his lower lip, looking down at the ground. You sigh. “What do you want?”
He steps into your room, closing the door behind himself. “I just wanted to ask you..” he breathes. “Is it true you have feelings for me?”
“Had.” You finish.
“Okay.. so it’s true. You did have feelings for me.” He sighs. “Yeah. Until you betrayed us and put a gun to my head.”
He winces as the words leave your mouth. “I.. I wasn’t going to hurt you. I was just trying to scare you.”
He sits down on the edge of your bed, you’re standing in front of him, just a few feet away. “It worked.” Your eyes darken. You draw your gun from its holster, pointing it right at him. “Maybe it’s your turn.”
He closes his eyes as you move closer, pressing the barrel of your gun right to his forehead. He winces when you cock it.
“I’m sorry Y/N.”
He reopens his eyes, seeing that your eyes have filled with tears. Your hands have begun to tremble. “You’re not sorry.”
“I am. I’ve never regretted anything more. I hurt you, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.” He breathes.
Just as a tear slides down your cheek, you spin around to hide it. Wiping your cheek and shoving your gun back into its holster. “You need to go.”
“No.”
“Leave.”
“I’m not going. Not until you know how sorry I am.”
“Just go!” You wipe your eyes. You don’t want him to see you cry. “No.. not this time.” He breathes. He stands up, pulling you into him. You fight him until you’re sobbing so hard that you can’t contain it anymore and finally you relax back into him. He holds you against him while you cry. He pulls you back into the bed, your back against his chest as he holds you tight against him. You’re sitting in his lap but he’s got his arms wrapped around you. You’re still trying to fight him through sobs but you’re weak. He swallows hard, a lump growing in his throat.
Eyes fill his own tears. “I hate you.” You cry. “I hate you for what you did- I hate you for hurting me so bad.” You hiccup. “I hate you because I still care-“
You hang your head, trying your hardest to stop this panic attack.
He holds your arms to your side and keeps you there until your sobs quiet. Until you’re doing nothing but hiccuping. Thats when he finally stands up and sets you down. Kneeling in front of you. He takes your hands in his and forces you to look him in the eyes.
“You’ll never know how much I hate myself for what I did.” He swallows hard. You can see he’s got tear stains on his face. “You’ll never see how much it hurts me. Seeing you like this. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you so bad. And I swear to god on my life I’ll live the rest of it protecting you. You don’t have to believe me. But..” he grits his teeth. Trying to hold back his own emotions. “I care about you. And you don’t have to believe me. But I was never going to hurt you. I wanted you by my side. It’s why I kept you tied up. I want you, I’ve always wanted you to be with me. So.. forgive me, for what I’m about to do.”
You look confused, your heart has finally relaxed in your chest. “Wha-“
He stands up, pressing his lips to yours. You start to panic again, trying to push him away. But he forces himself on top of you. He forces you back onto the bed, using his weight to pin you underneath him.
He’d already taken his vest off. Leaving him in only a t-shirt and jeans. He reaches for his belt. Once you hear the rattle, your eyes widen and you try harder to push him away. “Wait- Graves wait!” You push him back. He only pins you down, pressing his lips to yours again.
He forces your pants down your legs, keeping his lips on yours.
You didn’t realize how strong he is. Because no matter what you do, you can’t get him off of you.
He grips the base of his cock, and just as he’s about to slide into you, you force your head to the side.
“Please! I’m a virgin!”
He freezes on top of you. You look up at him, and all he can see in your eyes is terror. He steps down onto the floor, quickly lifting his pants over himself. “W-what?”
You pull your legs up to yourself. Hugging them to your stomach. “I’m.. a virgin.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. He back away further.
“Fuck.. fuck. I��m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking- I-“ he reaches quickly to buckle his belt, going for the door.
“Wait!” You stand up.
He freezes up, his hand on the door handle. “Don’t…” you freeze up. Unsure of what you’re about to do. What you’re about to let happen.
“Don’t go.”
He turns back to you, swallowing hard.
“You said… you won’t hurt me.” You breathe. “Y/N..” he trails off. Looking down at the ground. “I want you to do it.” You look up at him. His heart thumps in his chest and he doesn’t hesitate to close the gap between you again. His lips are on yours before you have time to change your mind. He returns himself between your legs, exposing himself once more.
He presses the tip of his cock at your entrance. Looking down at you. He makes sure you’re wet enough, pressing himself inside of you. He tries to go slow but seeing you wince. He lowers himself into you. Covering your mouth and bracing himself before you have a chance to make any noise of protest. Thrusting himself inside of you. Your eyes widen and you cry into his hand but he shushes you, whispering into your ear to reassure you that it’ll only hurt for a minute.
And that fast, your virginity is gone. You’d given it to the person who hurt you the very most.
You look up at him. Eyes full of tears.
He finally moves his hand.
“Phillip.” You breathe. Hearing his full name come out of your mouth is foreign.
You wince as he slides out of you, thrusting back into you. “I trust you to take my virginity.” He clenches his eyes shut.
“But if you betray me again.” You whisper. “It will be me who kills you this time.” You look up at him.
He buries his face into the crook of your neck, picking up his pace and thrusting deeper into you. Angling just right to hit that spot inside of you that has you crumbling. “You’re not going to have to do that. I can fix this.” He breathes. “I can’t take it back but I can be better. I swear.” He mumbles. Hips rocking lazily into yours. “I’ll show you.” He grits his teeth. The weight of him above you overwhelms you. You have to remind yourself why he’s there. Not to hurt you. But to make you feel good. You hold back all of the racing thoughts by focusing on the way he feels sliding into you. You can feel him pulsing against you, throbbing against your gummy walls. You swallow him up, clamping tight around him. It’s the most intense pleasure Phillip has ever felt. Ever.
The pleasure is white hot and it settles into your lower stomach, his too. Like an oncoming tidal wave. About to wash away all of the pain and hurt.
Each thrust he takes into you, you forget a little more. How could he make you feel so good but have hurt you so bad? Your lips part as he glides into your spongy spot, a gasp leaving your lips as your thighs start to shake beneath him. He knows he’s got you cornered. He’s going in for the kill.
You shake and whine. Mewling out his name and pleas. You’re panting out how good he feels inside of you and he’s so close to falling apart, he feels like he’s going to implode. He raises himself up, taking deeper thrusts into that spot that you like. He looks down at you. Seeing your lips slightly parted. Sweat forming at your hairline. It throws him into a daze. How pretty you are and how you’re letting him fuck you, you let him take your virginity and as far as he knows, you hate him. You wanted him dead. You take in a jagged breath, eyes going from his eyes to where the both of you now connect. Watching his cock slide in and out of you. He’s big. He stretches you out. It hurt at first but you’ve gotten used to it. You’re amazed by how fast the pain had subsided.
You claw at his back through his shirt, holding onto the fabric for dear life as he tears you to shreds.
“I’m… I- oh my god.” You inhale sharply. He clamps his hand over your mouth once more. Resting his weight on you and thrusting into you lazily. “It’s alright. Give yourself to me.” He mumbles. “Go on baby. Give it to me.”
Your eyes roll back before clamping shut. His eyes widen as you clench down around him. A gasp leaving his lips as you throb. “Oh fuck- I’m gonna cum too.” He breathes. He wraps his arm around you, holding you still and tight to him. You shake from your orgasm tearing through you. Your eyes open, going wide when he lets out a moan. You say something into his hand but he’s still got it over your mouth. His thrusts come to halt as he reaches his high and you gasp as he cums inside of you. When he finally draws his hand away from your mouth, you’re too shocked to even know what to say. He presses his lips to yours and this time, you kiss him back.
He slides out of you, hearing you gasp as he does.
He moves himself to lay beside you, pulling you into him. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles. “I shouldn’t have pushed you like this.” He breathes.
You choose to say nothing. Not at first. You let what just happened sink in. Your chest feeling heavy once more.
You’re an idiot for trusting him with your virginity.
“Hey. Look at me.”
He cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “Stop overthinking. Just relax. No thoughts, it’s just you and me.” He forces you to look at him.
You nod your head.
———
A few months go by.
The task force hates to it admit it, but Graves is an important part to the team. He’s pretty much redeemed himself, but they try to keep their guard up anyways.
Soap and Graves are walking along the side of the building when they hear shoes scuffing across the floor.
“You know we all know about you and Y/N right?” Soap brings up out of the blue. Graves feels his blood going cold. “I didn’t know that.” He sighs. “Yeah. For a couple weeks now. Gaz wanted to ring your neck.” Soap laughs. “I’m the one who stopped him.” Soap sighs. “I hope you prove us all wrong. Because if you do anything to her..” he trails off. “You already know.”
“Yes I do.”
They hear the sound again but this time they decide to check it out. Surprised when they see a new recruit crowding you.
“Something going on here?” Soap mumbles.
“No. We’re fine.”
“No! I said to leave me alone!”
Graves is quick to intervene. “Woah- you heard the girl. Back off.” He gets between the both of you. “You touch her again and I’ll cut your hands off. Understand me?” He crosses his arms over his chest. Seeing the new recruit with fear in his eyes. “Come on. Taking you to Price’s office.” Soap scoffs. Grabbing a hold of his shirt and tugging him along. “You alright? He hurt you?”
You shake your head. “I’m fine.”
“Cmon, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
#call of duty mw2#cod mw2#soap mw2#captain john price#ghost mw2#price mw2#captain price#johnny soap mactavish#mw2 smut#graves x y/n#graves smut#graves x reader#graves cod#phillip graves
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Road to hell au creature cuddles, ranked from worst to best
Horangi: not at all interested in cuddling the typical way, and too small in his shifted form to really do much. Prefers to lay on top of König’s chest and suffocate him. Also, too many tails.
Soap: in human form? The best. 10/10 cuddler. But as a dragon? He forgets how big he actually is and the risk of crushing ghost is pretty high (not that ghost would actually care, mind you, but soap would. He very much would.) he’s also very pushy when it comes to cuddle time so if ghost’s not cooperating he will just scruff him and trap him
Rudy: he’s not super big on cuddling, but he is a reptile and he won’t turn down a good heat source (Alejandro) if offered. Also, he’s not a constrictor species so there’s less worry there. Feathers are soft.
Farah: excellent for cuddles, soft feathers and warm from her flames. She rarely had the urge to cuddle up to Alex (otherwise she’d be number 1), but the rare few times she does it’s *bliss*
Roach: big fluffy werewolf, of course he’s number one!! And he’s MASSIVE (like the size of a small car) so Gaz can just lay on his flanks and take a nap. Perfect cuddle buddy. You can’t get any better than this.
Honorable mention - Valeria: fluffy kitty says yes, sharp claws and teeth say hell fucking no!
Spoilers for road to hell under the cut
Nikolai: too big for proper cuddles in dragon form (he’s like two or three times bigger than soap’s dragon form) but he is very warm. Price likes to sit in the juncture of his neck and shoulder to do work while he’s napping
#road to hell au#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap#simon ghost riley#rodolfo parra#alejandro vargas#alerudy#gary roach sanderson#kyle gaz garrick#roachgaz#farah karim#alex keller#faralex#god so many characters and ships sjdjskdjjs#korangi#könig cod#horangi#nikolai cod#captain john price#nikprice#valeria garza
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Rudolfo time!!
(Slightly more kidnap-y but not entirely through his fault. Also, this character is mute, I hope i portrayed it well but please let me know if I’ve used any words or phrases that aren’t correct)
You aren’t actual cartel. Not a single one of them would protect you or have your back or even spare you a sip of beer. No, you’re just a runner. Transport messages, mostly. Code words that aren’t usually that clever, USBs sometimes. Once a shitty flip phone.
You don’t want to be cartel. Even tangentially as their messenger. But your family needs the money, badly, and they pay well. Especially when you’re good at what you do. And you are. Perks of a messenger who can’t speak your secrets.
In the end, you don’t even think it’s your fuck up. Just wrong place, wrong time, and a very important thing that you’re carrying for the cartel.
You don’t resist Los Vaqueros. Go along quietly and politely. When they ask you questions you just shake your head, hands trapped behind your back and unable to sign an explanation. No matter how they shout and threaten and explain how much trouble you’re in (and oh don’t you know it) you can’t answer beyond over-exaggerated facial expressions and weird half-gestures.
They drag you to their colonel and his second. The colonel is scary. Scarier than any cartel lieutenant you’ve faced. The more he yells and gestures, the more scared you get. You don’t know these men, after all, don’t know how far they’ll go in pursuit of stopping the cartel.
It’s Rudolfo that steps in, something in his face curious. He squats down in front of the chair they’ve sat you in, expression easy and calm.
“Can you tell us your name?” he asks.
You sigh softly and shake your head.
“Can’t or won’t?”
You swallow, blink once. Thankfully, he gets it.
“You can’t speak?”
Relief floods you as you shake your head, shoulders slumping.
“If we get your hands free, can you find some to communicate with us?”
You nod, leaning forward a bit. He clicks your cuffs loose and you’re quick to begin signing but he puts his hands up.
“Wait, wait, it’s been a long time since I saw LSM. Let’s get you an interpreter.”
They bring in one of the other Vaqueros, who speaks as your hands move. You tell them your name, where you’re from, answer their questions.
Please, I’m scared. I don’t want work for them anymore but my family…
Even the colonel has softened as you’ve cooperated, softens further at that last message.
“We’ll secure your family. In the meantime, write down everything you can remember. Locations, names, messages, packages. Anything and everything,” he explains.
He leaves Rudolfo in charge of you. You… don’t mind. He’s patient as you find a way to organize things, carefully written index cards organized in groups. Names accompanied by physical descriptions, where you saw them, what you brought them. Vehicles, code words, and anything else you saw while delivering.
Rudolfo is surprisingly kind to you. He offers you food and water, updates on your family. (They won’t speak to you for working with the cartel. You understand… but it hurts. Rudolfo is gentle as you cry into your hands).
He talks to you. You don’t understand why, but he does. Tells you about Los Vaqueros, Alejandro Vargas, himself. Waits patiently for while you write out answers about yourself.
When it gets to be late and you’re just entirely wrung out, you finally ask, why are you being so nice?
“I don’t blame you for trying to help your family. The cartel prays on the vulnerable. You made a mistake, and now you’re trying to fix it. That’s what matters to me.”
You’re not allowed to leave. Even if you were, you wouldn’t want to. The world seems even bigger and scarier than before, now that your former employers will mark you as a turncoat. You are, of course, but it’s frightening. It wears you out.
Rudolfo clucks after your health, asking if you’ve slept or eaten. You hardly ever have. He’ll cart you off for a meal or a nap, promising to stand watch, that no one will bother you. You often end up in his clothes, few of your own as you’ve got.
He’s also learning to sign. The first time he says, good morning how did you sleep, you start crying. He gives you a big hug until you stop.
When he has time you help him practice. He’s teaching the others too. They’ve learned how your hands form “Rudy” to help you find him.
One day, he and Alejandro sit you down. You’ve long exhausted what you can actively remember from being the cartel’s messenger. It was only a matter of time, you think. Your usefulness has ended.
“You’ve been granted a full pardon given the circumstances and your cooperation,” Alejandro explains. You’ve warmed up to each other quite a bit since you first arrived. “You’re no longer detained here.”
You nod, trying to blink away the stinging in your eyes. You should be happy, relieved, grateful. They didn’t have to pardon you.
But all you can think about is having to leave. You’ve come to feel safe here with Los Vaqueros. With Rudy.
“You don’t have to,” he blurts.
You blink at him, a bit startled by the unusual outburst. He runs a hand down his face, starting to flush.
“You don’t have to stay… but you don’t have to leave,” he explains. “We’ll keep you safe here.”
You stare, throat thick with emotion. He takes that to be hesitation and leans forward, taking one of your hands in both of his.
“Let me keep you safe. Please.”
You stay. How can you not?
You don’t actually know what your official job is on base - except that it’s a lot of following Rudy around. So, nothing to complain about.
He keeps a close eye on you always. That the others are at least cordial given your past. Has squared up with one or two others for questioning your loyalty. He’s not an easy man to anger but people quickly learn that you are the exception.
The first time he brings you a flower, you fawn over it before making him place it in your braid. After that, your hair is often adorned in dahlias and roses and honeysuckle. He swears that you smell like them even after they’re gone.
You’re in love with him, can’t imagine any other conclusion you could come to. It hurts when you see new recruits flirting with him, or women out at the bars. Can’t blame them either, really.
“Why the long face?” he asks after politely declining an offer to dance. You were hoping you hid in your drink fast enough. “No, no, not on my watch, flower.”
He stands and gently urges you to your feet, guides you out onto the dance floor and sweeps you into the rhythm of bachata. You fluster, hide your face against his chest as he laughs.
“There we go,” he chuckles, “that’s better than looking sad.”
You huff, caught between longing and enjoying the moment. He leads you through two more songs before taking you outside for fresh air, a hand on the smell of your back even once you’re leaning on the balcony.
“What is it?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”
You try to figure out how to explain without ruining everything. His eyes dart between your hands and your face, trying to decipher a garbled message that just won’t form.
I just…. like you too much, you admit finally.
He tilts his head, but pauses to consider that. Then shakes his head and crowds close. Your hands press against his chest, feel his heart beating hard and strong against your palm.
“Impossible,” he replies. “You can’t like me too much when I love you.”
And he says it so simply, like the desert is hot or the sky is blue. You stare at him, mouth parted. He grins, swoops in to kiss you, little more than a peck compared to what you crave.
“C’mon, let’s go home. We have a lot to talk about I think.”
Home brings clarity. It brings promises. It brings you a man that massages your hands when they get tired from writing, who teaches you his grandmother’s tamale recipe.
Home is a man who laces flowers in your hair. Who teaches you to shoot and how to pick handcuffs. He brings a life where you’re always pointed in his direction, or he in yours. Safe inside his base, with his soldiers.
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With the limited control over himself that Alejandro had, he made sure to pout in this selfie that his bodysnatcher tried to take.
"You think anyone is gonna be able to jerk off to this?!" the creature in control of Alejandro said. Still dripping in sweat from the takeover, Alejandro's body was forced to wander to the bathroom.
The creature snarled at Alejandro's reflection, as though talking to the mind of his captive host. "I just need to earn some money. You don't want me to drain your bank account, do you? No, you don't don't." The creature forced Alejandro's body to smile at his own reflection. Still a prisoner in his own mind, Alejandro tried to relax and allowed the bodysnatcher to do whatever they wanted.
"See, I can be nice when I want to be. You agree, right?" The bodysnatcher didn't wait for a response. "So, cooperate and I'll move on to some other poor sucker once I get enough cash to be comfortable. Don't worry, a slutty host like you is only fun for a few nights. I'd rather grab someone with real influence."
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John Price as a arm candy personal bodyguard
General HQ | Part I | Part II
(Enemy to friend to lover AU)
Price first met his wife on a mission where he's investigating her under the suspicion of smuggling. She's an antique dealer, and sells any kind of expensive artworks, and for that reason, she gave away a lot of bribes for the transport.
She laughed at him when he confronted her about it, and told him narcotics have no value over the works of art she collected.
She didn't hide her hostility whenever he and his men came to her place, and wouldn't hesitate to whack anyone who's careless at handling her collections with her cane.
(She has a black cane, with a golden lion's head on top)
They didn't find anything that could tie her to the case, but that didn't mean her name was cleared yet.
If they couldn't find the drugs in the warehouse, then they must've been unpacked right after they arrived at the port.
It took months of negotiations, persuasions, pressures, and an expensive bottle of wine to get her to cooperate with them.
Since it had a tie with Las Almas Cartel, he needed to call Alejandro and Rodolfo over.
He was actually scared that his presence would hinder the investigation, because Alejandro's personality might clash with hers. To his surprise, they got along well.
"I like him, he's very honest." She said, "Unlike a certain man in your force."
Their relationship was so bitter that he, a man who rarely complained, ranted about her over drinks. It was bad that the whole team and some of the upper ups knew about their dispute.
Still, they maintained some sort of professionalism whenever they needed to get on the case.
After several months of investigation, they finally stumbled upon the first breakthrough, and that is the fine china. The cartel had smuggled the drugs through the import of high-quality porcelain.
She was stunned when he revealed it at the meeting, and stared at the papers in front of her until the meeting ended. She then asked for his audience, alone in her office.
To his surprise, she wanted to know about his opinion on the plan, before she gave him her own thoughts.
"If what you said is true, then I know who the man is—rather, it's a woman."
She proceeded to tell him her plan to trap the suspect, and the possibility of capturing her. He nodded and took her plan into consideration. They discussed it until midnight, and for the first time, they shared the same thoughts.
The operation went smoothly thanks to her idea of giving the culprit a false sense of security, in which she collaborated really well by getting into her role.
The woman turned out to be her right hand, who usually handled the transport of her collections. During the capture, she begged her to help her and played the victim card, before she straight up threatened her. She did it so viciously, that he felt a pity for her. Yes, he hated her, but she didn't deserve to hear those words.
At night, after clearing up the mess, he paid her a visit at the office. Despite the indifference that she showed earlier, she looked as if she'd been crying when he saw her that night.
When she saw him walking into the room, she quietly sighed. "It'll take a long time before I can find someone as competent as her. She's irreplaceable."
"You'll find them eventually." He mused.
"But it won't be the same." She said, "She was my friend, I trusted her."
He kept quiet, as he understood what she truly meant.
"I don't think you'd understand, John." She began, "I'd forgive her if she stole any of the antiques and covered it up with laughable excuses, but this?" She shook her head, "How could she be so stupid?"
"Money can turn people blind."
"I gave her enough to support her and her family." She scoffed, "I don't understand how it's not enough, she could've asked—"
She paused, as she decided to hold back mid sentence.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For not believing you."
"... It's all in the past."
She turned to him, giving him a slight smile. "I'm in the mood for bourbon. Would you join me?"
That was the mark of their affinities
On the last day of the mission, she bid him goodbye in person.
"Goodbye John, I hope we'll never see each other again."
To any person who's not familiar with her, it might sound like she still harbors a hatred for him. But if they looked close enough, they'd see a small smile on the corner of her lips.
"The feeling's mutual."
She let out an amused snort when he lifted his hat as he left.
From that point forward, they lost contact for over a year, and would stay that way if he didn't send her a postcard on Christmas.
If someone asked him why he did it, he wouldn't know why either. The thought of her just came to him when the first snow fell.
Days later, as he browsed through the newspapers stall, he stumbled upon an article written by her about the modern depiction of Christmas.
"... while it might’ve lost its meaning in a traditional sense, it still holds the very core of it; to celebrate the blessing of life… For those who wrote without return addresses, I hope happiness would find you still."
He still carries the clipping of it to this day.
The thought of her soon forgotten as he received more and more missions, until one day, his team was in shambles as they were branded as traitors.
That night, he arrived at her door—bloody, and dazed—with a pitiful disclosure; "I have nowhere else to go."
She didn't say much, as she stepped aside to let him in.
After all of his wounds were taken care of, he confessed to her about his current status.
"So you've become a fugitive?"
"Not just me, but my whole task force."
She then asked about his plan and what he'd do in the future, but he hadn't thought much about it yet.
"One thing for sure, I'm gonna clear my team's name on this."
"... I see." She mused, "In the meantime, you should focus on your recovery."
He ended up taking her office's sofa as his bed. It was stiff, but certainly better than what he used to have.
The next morning, he woke up with a jolt when the door suddenly opened. With blurry vision, he saw two men carrying a wooden desk to the corner of the room, before she appeared to give them instructions. After all the things was settled, she turned to him to announce that he could work in this room.
"You don't have to." He muttered, still half awake.
"Well, where are you going to work then? The kitchen?"
He couldn't find the answer for it.
"Don't worry, John, I don't expect you to repay me in any way."
And just like that, she left the room, leaving him dumbfounded by the turn of events.
#cod#call of duty#captain price#john price x reader#price x reader#this is very self indulgent#I'd like to think that the reader is the rich one so she could take care of him after his retirement#idk#i feel like that's only fair#he worked hard for the army it's only fair that he got to live a comfortable life afterward
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Waking Lions 18
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Remember, if you kill me, I can't finish the story.
In which there is a war meeting, some new-old faces, and some secrets come to light. Aka Ace is in trouble.
Warnings: Miscommunication, swearing, shouting, public argument, Ace is still morally gray.
Word count: 2.2k
John Price x f!reader
The war room was significantly more crowded when you and John arrived the next morning.
Kate was there, as were the last two members of John’s little group. Soap and Ghost. Then there were two men you knew by sight but not by name. You knew they worked against Valeria.
That was potentially a problem.
Of course you, John, and Gaz caught all the attention when you entered the room. You caught the flash of Kate’s surprise as she looked from you to John, and shook your head a tiny bit. Later. You’d have time to catch her up later.
She stepped forward to introduce you to the other two. “Colonel Alejandro Vargas,” she said, nodding to one. “And Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.” She looked at them. “This is Ace.”
“Just Ace?” Vargas asked, eyeing you in a way that said he recognized you.
“Just Ace,” you confirmed with a smile, gaze flicking between him and Parra.
Vargas’s eyes narrowed. Yup. He definitely recognized you. “Laswell–” he started.
Kate held up one hand. “I trust her,” she said simply. As if it were that simple. It wasn’t. It never was.
But it was enough to quell Vargas, for now. His lips thinned but he nodded once, short and sharp. He did keep shooting looks at you, though.
As expected, you weren’t much use in this little war party. You stood back, observing the lot of them. The primary problem now seemed to be lack of manpower. There were three primary targets, now that Valeria was off the map.
John had called another group, but they seemed to be caught up in their own troubles. Farah, as you’d heard John call the person on the other end, must have been genuinely apologetic, but still unable to help.
Soap and Gaz tossed some ideas back and forth, but the two didn’t have a clear answer. You weren’t surprised, since they were the youngest of the group. Ghost didn’t join in, arms crossed over his chest, studying the map.
None of your contacts would be good for this.
Kate stepped out to make a call, and Vargas took the chance to move closer to John. You didn’t watch them, weight settling on one hip as you focused on their words instead.
“...evidence she worked with Valeria,” Vargas murmured, almost too quiet for you to hear, especially with Gaz and Soap still bantering.
“She’s an informant,” John replied, just as quiet. “Worked with Laswell for a long time.”
Vargas grunted softly, acknowledging John’s words. “Are you sure she doesn’t inform the other way, too?”
Kate came back into the room, halting their discussion, leaving your heart frozen. Well, Vargas was kind of not wrong… But only in certain cases. You’d always been careful not to give away too much. Besides, how else were you supposed to get the info Laswell needed?
Abruptly, anger at Vargas flashed through your veins. He had no idea what your life was like. No idea. Yet there he stood, doubting you. It was all you could do to clench your teeth and not bare them at the colonel.
“One more group will be joining us,” Kate said before anyone could ask. “They’ve been working parallel to us for a while, we just didn’t know it.”
You had a sudden terrible feeling about this.
“Who?” Soap asked, fortunately, so you didn’t have to.
Laswell shifted her weight, a move you saw that betrayed her unease, even if her expression never shifted. “KorTac.”
“Fucking hell,” Ghost grumbled, arms crossing over his chest.
Laswell held up a hand to stall any further protest. “They’re here to help,” she said, stern and no-nonsense. “You will cooperate as much as necessary.”
Nobody objected again, the silence thick and uncomfortable. You were trying to remember if you’d heard of KorTac before.
Planning stalled until the new people arrived, so you wandered out into the hallway. This was odd for you. You had no contacts to follow up with, no place else to be. No real part in the planning, and yet your life hung in the balance as surely as theirs did.
You didn’t think you liked this. Relying on other people. You hadn’t been stuck in a position like this since Kate had taken you in.
The door opened and Gaz stopped next to you, giving you a quick once-over. “Alright?” he asked softly.
“Good enough,” you said with a little shrug. The way the two of you were standing, you could still see into the room through the glass door. Ghost and Soap had migrated together, standing near Kate. Vargas, Parra, and John were on the other side of the room, Alejandro speaking.
When his eyes met yours through the glass, you knew he was talking about you. Probably yet again trying to convince Price that you were a liability, or that you’d go selling the information. You were not prone to hatred, very rarely allowed yourself the indulgence of it considering your line of work… But Vargas was giving your self-control a run for your money.
“Don’t worry about him,” Gaz murmured, making you glance at him. “Alejandro’s a good man, he’ll come around. He just doesn’t like that you’ve worked with Valeria. But Price knows what kind of person you are. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
You nodded, not at all convinced. His assurance was, well, less than reassuring. Because you were not a good person. Oh, you weren’t horrible, but you weren’t good. You did what you had to do to get the information you needed. You kept secrets. You had all kinds of contacts, many of them very firmly in the underworld.
Really, Vargas was not wrong to be wary of you. But he was wrong about one thing.
You’d never betray Kate, or John.
The door opened and Soap joined the two of you in the hallway. “You two have the right idea,” he said, settling on your other side. “Got an idea while we wait.”
“Yeah?” Gaz raised an eyebrow at Soap.
“Candyland rematch.” The Scot’s grin was full of teasing.
Gaz groaned. “Not a chance, mate,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re a vicious cheater.”
“Am no’!” Soap puffed up like an indignant rooster.
You relaxed, the banter helping to settle your nerves a bit. These two were good for that. You barely even had to say anything for them to keep bantering, too. Excellent.
Kate stepped into the hallway, ignoring the three of you, gaze focused on the elevator. Which made you straighten, also focusing on the elevator.
It dinged.
Three men stepped out, and your heart sank. Shit. Shit. You knew them. The giant was impossible to forget, hood still in place. Sunglasses took barely a second longer, and of course there was the one who’d actually grabbed you to start.
You were fucked.
The urge to run pulled at you, tugged at your feet and your fingers, echoed in your chest.
But you didn’t have a chance to act on it, Gaz nudging you into the room ahead of him. You ended up next to John again, dread making your heart beat fast.
“Alright, love?” John leaned close to murmur, just for you.
You didn’t respond verbally. You couldn’t. You just nodded once, short and sharp. That would have to be good enough for now.
The meeting room was significantly more crowded now with the three new additions. Kate had handled introductions while you were working past your urge to run, but you did manage to catch their names. Fortunately.
“Ace,” Declan said, voice just as you remembered from Finland. “Good t’see you again.”
There was a moment, a single moment, of dead silence. You swallowed. “Certainly better conditions this time,” you quipped, because humor was all you had left between yourself and imminent disaster. “So, what’s the plan, Laswell?”
“Again?” Price’s soft rumbled question derailed your attempt to get things back on track. “You’ve worked with them before?”
“Not exactly,” Declan answered before you could.
“Just a misunderstanding,” you tried to interrupt, gaze darting between the group of three and Price.
Declan snorted at you. “If you call Finland a misunderstanding, I’d hate to see what an outright mistake is,” he joked, apparently trying to lighten the obvious tension in the room.
Which backfired spectacularly. Price looked down at you, recognition in his eyes. “Finland?” he questioned quietly. “Is that why you wouldn’t tell me why you were late?”
Fuck fuck fuck you would rather be anywhere else right now.
“Wasn’t relevant,” you tried, waving a hand as if to dismiss the incident. “It still isn’t relevant, actually–”
“What happened.” This time, it was a demand, not a question. Price didn’t look away from you, jaw clenched, intent on getting his answers. This was not the man you’d shared a bed with last night. This was the Captain.
“Does it matter?” you shot back, taking a step away from him. Everyone else in the room had ceased to matter, all your attention narrowed down to this contest of wills.
“Perhaps this would be best revisited later,” Parra piped up. Trying to get things back on track to what actually mattered. Your opinion of him instantly shot up.
“Let these two finish their business first,” Vargas said, although why he switched to Spanish, you weren’t sure.
“Yes,” Price answered you, arms crossing over his chest, only emphasizing the size of him.
“John–” Kate started, stepping up behind you. Normally that would have comforted you, but now? Now you were already worked up.
“I got out of there just fine,” you pointed out, completely reasonably. “We didn’t exactly introduce ourselves, so I had no useful intel to give you. It was fine.”
“Your well-being is more important than useful intel,” Price rumbled, leaning closer to you.
Your scoff was louder than you meant it, even as you took another step back from him. “It’s really not,” you scoffed. “It never has been.”
Price froze, eyes going wide as the utter conviction in your voice hit him. Nobody moved.
For a room full of people, it was completely silent.
“Well then.” Price rocked back on his heels, gaze cool now, veiled, as he looked at you. “Maybe you should take a walk.”
You didn’t flinch, mostly because you were too shocked to move for long moments. He was dismissing you. Essentially.
You’d wanted this, you’d wanted out of this room. So why did it hurt so much to be let out now?
“What is the American saying?” Vargas asked, softly, but still drawing nearly every eye in the room. “Loose lips sink ships?” His gaze was only for you, though, too pleased with himself.
Wasn’t hard to tell that he knew of your association with Valeria. Dammit. You’d gone so long practically unknown, and now everything had fallen apart around you.
You couldn’t even think of words to defend yourself. You just ducked around Kate, ignoring her reaching hand, and slammed out of the office.
You took the stairs.
Sunshine made for a pleasant day, but you barely felt the warmth on your skin. You couldn’t figure him out. You really couldn’t. Your worth had always been tied to your deeds. Always. You’d always had to have something worthy to be worth anything. Your wellbeing was more important than intel? Not fucking likely. Maybe once, before Gray. Before Laswell.
But now? Everything you were was tied in to your job.
He certainly hadn’t complained when you’d brought him good intel, workable intel. None of them had. Even those three from Kortac - you’d given them all the info you had on the ultranationalists, and they’d benefited.
So why the sudden punishment for being good at your job? Why push you away now?
You swore softly, tipping your head back to glare up at the sky. Why did it even matter so much? One night didn’t change anything, clearly.
Price was set on being unreasonable, and you wouldn’t be the one to cave. Not this time.
You finally paused at a crosswalk so you wouldn’t get run down, shoving your hands into your pockets. Shame you didn’t have a room key, you could go gather up your things. Not that you knew where Kate was staying, anyway.
Someone stopped next to you, a reasonable amount of space between you. You paid the person no more mind as the light changed, busy stuck in your own head. Trying to figure out why this hurt. Trying to figure out what went wrong.
You turned to go down the street, only vaguely aware of where you were. But a call of your name stopped you.
Your birth name.
You turned to look, slowly, ice filling your veins.
Gray hadn’t changed much at all over the years. Not as tall as your nightmares would have led you to believe, but his hair was still dark, still styled the same. His eyes were still far too green, far too sharp.
His teeth were still entirely too white in his smile.
“I think it’s time we had a chat, don’t you?”
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Alejandro, Scott, Rock, and Justin reacting to affectionately being called babygirl by their gn S/O!
a/n: well. we all need to start somewhere, amirite?
Alejandro
Asks his S/O to repeat that. Surely he didn't hear them correctly?
What an... interesting choice. Wouldn't he be better suited to something else, such as "handsome" or "gorgeous"?
Honestly, even if it's said earnestly, it makes him die a little inside. #toxicmasculinity
Won't make a fuss if his S/O insists on it, but he'll (affectionately) call them something equally embarrassing just to keep things even. Whatever makes them cringe the most.
Just refrain from calling him such in front of the cameras, please? He'd hate for José to catch wind of it. He'd never hear the end of it.
Scott
Absolutely oblivious when it comes to relationship customs, so he easily accepts the new pet name.
Sure, he's a babygirl now. Whatever you say, S/O! Should he call them babyboy now or something?
Doesn't find out it's not a common pet name for dudes until he proudly declares he's his S/O's babygirl to the Toxic Rats, only to be met with strange looks & laughter.
Whatever! Being laughed at only makes him double down on it. Those idiots are just jealous they don't have someone to call them babygirl.
Rock
Depends on when it's said. If it's said in greeting, he's too busy hugging/high fiving his S/O to notice it.
If it's said while his S/O has his full attention, it definitely catches him off guard. Enjoy watching him try to play it off with a totally red face.
He's the type to call his S/O bro/dude regardless of gender, so it really doesn't bother him. Plus, ever hear of Twisted Sister or Alice Cooper?
Names have no gender, dude. If his S/O deems him babygirl, he's babygirl! He's just happy to have a cool S/O that wants to give him cute pet names.
Justin
Oh, that's cute, S/O.
Laughs it off and moves on, assuming it's meant to be a joke or elicit a reaction from him.
It has to be a consistent thing for him to actually address it.
More confused than anything tbh. He's used to people fawning over him and giving him cutesy pet names, but being called something with girl attached to the end is new.
Asks his S/O to stick to more masculine pet names in public. He does not want a tabloid to start calling him Canada's Babygirl.
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Repaying them for saving you. Part 1.
Getting spit-roasted by Alejandro and Rudy.
How you thank Alejandro and Rudy for saving you from cartel members? You let them spit-roast you.
Status: finished. 03-12-2023. [Part 1.] Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.
Read this on AO3. ~ ~ Masterlist. ~ ~ Word count: 583.
Warnings: mild torture and blood. Abduction by cartel, but they don't get far. Their dead bodies and blood are mentioned a few times. Sexual themes after being rescued. 18+ year age gap (22&40). Other: no use of y/n and no gender/pronouns. Neutral bodyparts/genitals. All italicised dialogue is meant to be Spanish. Short story. Please let me know if I missed anything.
You are a young adult, some cartel members intimidate you into the trunk of their car and you cram yourself in the small space. One closes the door on you, hurting your knee. Your throat burns from the cut they gave you, as a reminder that you had the pleasure to meet them and highly likely a foretaste of what's to come. They threatened to cut your throat, but just made a deep enough cut to have it bleed heavily. Your hand is pressed firmly on the wound to try to stop the bleeding. It's all over your shirt, hands and forearms. The windows are tinted so dark, you have a hard time recognising landmarks, even more because it's later in the evening and the sun is going down. The street and road lanterns don't help. On their way to wherever they planned to take you, they hit a roadblock by Fuerzas Especiales.
"Don't you dare make a sound." A cartel member sternly warns.
Two heavily armoured men in tactical gear ask your abductors to step out of the vehicle and put their hands on the hood. Through the darkened windows you see other Fuerzas Especiales soldiers watch closely, are unable to see you through that side of the window. They probably know these three guys are cartel. They have their suspicions at least.
"Affirmative. Move in." The bearded soldier closest to you says into his radio. The other soldiers watching draw their weapons on the cartel while moving to the car. "Cooperate and no one has to get hurt."
"You won't take us that easily." The cartel members grab the pistols that they hid on their bodies and immediately start shooting. You cover your ears against the noise. The gunfire stops abruptly and the trunk of the car opens, revealing one of the two men in tactical gear on the other side.
"Are you okay?" He stretches out his hand, for you to grab for assistance to get out of the tiny space. You take it and pull yourself out of the trunk. It's good to be able to stretch your legs again. His eyes glide over your body. You're not sure if that's because he wants to know if you're hurt other than the cut or he takes this chance to obviously check you out. You take this time to do the same to him. He has the prettiest dark brown eyes, to drown in, hair slightly curly and he looks to be in his early forties. A very handsome man. His eyes get caught on the cut on your throat, it's still bleeding. "Did they hurt you?" Your face heats up and you look away. That makes you spot the bodies of the cartel members and the blood around them and on the car. They're dead! Your body freezes at the sight of them, makes you audibly sick. The man's gloved hand forces you to look back at him. "Eyes on me, pretty. Don't take them off." While keeping constant eye contact, he leads you to their armoured trucks with a hand on your lower back. Whenever you try to look back at the bodies, he turns your head back with his hand. "Look at me." He sits you in the back of the truck on the outside of the blockage and talks to the other guy who came up to the cartel's car.
"Alejandro, let's go back to base, the other Vaqueros can handle the rest of the shift."
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Dim the lights (Gavi x Reader)
28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are here
Day 5: Holding Hands
"If you play Titi me pregunto again, I will crash this car."
Your laugh rang loudly through the car. Pedri smiled cheekily, leaning one arm against the window, the other gripping the steering wheel. The windows of the mini Cooper were rolled down, letting in the warm air of the summer night in Barcelona. Bad Bunny was streaming through the speakers, creating an excited vibe in the small vehicle.
"But it's his best song! Come on, even Ale agrees, and he doesn't even like Bad Bunny."
Alejandro looked up from his phone in the back seat. He has been scrolling through Instagram to quell his anger at being made to sit in the back seat. "Please stop telling people I don't like Bad Bunny. It's really hurting my social reputation."
Pedri swerved into the parking space outside the cinema. The stars had finally aligned for you to hang out with Pedri for the first time in months. He opened your car door, helping you step out, and then falling in step beside you into the cinema. You had met Pedri several years ago at a COVID testing site you were working at to make some extra money. He had to wait for about 4 hours to get his results. In that time period, you sparked up a conversation. He leaned against the chair in the clinic, legs spread comfortably, easily passing 4 hours while chatting with you. You exchanged phone numbers at the end.
"Is it okay if I save you in my phone as Pedri?"' "No offense, but no one would believe that you have my phone number."
Since then, you and Pedri had gotten closer as friends. He was sarcastic and dryly funny, a sense of humor that you could easily relate to. You tried to hang out at least once a month, but it was difficult with your school schedule and with him being an international football superstar. Most times, you went over to his place, hanging out with him and his teammates. It was at one of these hangout that you had first met Pablo.
You had pulled up to the house, a case of beer in one hand, and pounding on the door in the other. "Pepi, open the door! This beer is heavy and I'm a delicate and frail woma-"
The door swung open, and it wasn't Pedri. Pablo Gavi stood there, leaning against the frame of the door. His brows were scrunched together (as usual), and he looked you up and down, yelling over his shoulder, "Pedri, who is the woman banging down your door?" Pedri came over quickly, spying you over Pablo's shoulder. "Hermano, at least help her with the beer. This is y/n, she's one of my friends."
Surprising as it was to hear that Pedri had friends outside of the club, Gavi stepped aside, allowing Pedri to grab the case from your arms. You followed the boys inside as Gavi fell back dramatically onto the couch, and you took the spot beside him. He flinched, looking at you with bewilderment. "Are you afraid of women, Pablo?" "How do you know my name?" "Did you forget that you're famous?"
Pablo cracked a smile. He liked that you were able to fire back at him quickly, keeping up with his fiery and fast-paced nature. He exchanged numbers with you that day, getting your Playstation info to challenge you in Fifa 22, ego still bruised from how bad you had beaten him last time. He was like a schoolboy with a crush: always finding odd moments to text you. He referenced inside jokes the two of you had on his Instagram. He was, as the kids would say, whipped. But he had yet to build up the courage to ask you to hang out - just the two of you.
You walked into the cinema, laughing with Pedri and Alejandro, and Gavi's eyes lit up. ""y/n!" He called out, walking up to you with his hands in his pocket. He hoped the move made him look cool, even though it was to hide the slight tremble that he developed when he was around you. "Hello to you too Hermano!" Alejandro yelled at Pablo, who had forgotten to meet his two teammates that you had walked in with. "Where is Ferran?" "Right here Pepi, rest easy, no need to miss me." Ferran held 5 tickets above his head, reaching into the popcorn bucket in Pablo's hand. "Y'all ready to scream?"
The group had gathered to watch "Bones and All". Movies were an easy pastime, as no one would recognize the guys in the dark of the theater. You had been salivating over Timothee Chalamet the entire car ride over. As you shuffled into the theater, you found yourself at the middle of the group, sitting in the row next to Pedri and Ale.
"Hermano, switch with y/n." Gavi said. He was sitting beside Pedri at the end of the row.
You looked up at Gavi, confusion on your face. "Why?"
"Because Pedri eats popcorn and you don't. I don't want to hear you complaining the whole time that you're acting as a courier."
"Fine. But I will be salivating over how fine Timothee is for all 2.5 hours of this movie. So I don't want to hear a word from you Pablito."
He let out a breathy laugh like this watching as you sat beside him. He took this moment to stare at your side profile. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you laughed, crinkling at the edges. He traced the curve of your lips with his gaze, watching intently as your tongue poked out to wet them. A few minutes later the lights in the theater dimmed.
You brought one leg up, making yourself more comfortable, and causing you to lean slightly into Pablo.
"You're gonna thirst over him already? He's not even on screen. You're such a simp." He whispered to you. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes even in the dark. "Don't be jealous Gavi. Someone will thirst after you eventually."
The movie began, and you sat back to watch intently. You brought your hand to rest at your side, brushing against Pablo's in the process. He flinched away from the touch like he had been electrocuted. You met his eyes in the dark, trying to silently apologize, when you felt him grab your hand. You continued to look at him, now confused, as he laced your fingers together.
"Your hands are cold." He whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. This interaction had caught Pedri's attention, who sat beside you, and he glanced at the two of you with a look of "Please shut up and stop being weird". You tried your best to ignore how hot your cheeks felt, sitting back against the chair. You were no longer paying attention to the movie on the screen, but rather to the warmth of Pablo's hand against yours. He started to caress the back of your hand with his thumb, and you thought you would explode.
Did you think Pablo was attractive? Absolutely. You had eyes. Had you felt a spark between the two of you in the time you had gotten to know each other? Also yes. Did you ever expect Pablo to make a move so bold when he was sitting around all his friends, given he had never hung out with you alone? Not in a million years. When the movie ended, Gavi quickly separated his hand from yours as to not be caught once the lights came back on. Your face was hot, and it was obvious you were anxious. Pedri asked if you were feeling okay, a small smirk playing on his lips, as if he could read your mind.
"Yeah I'm fine, just ready to go home."
Pedri, Ale and Ferran glanced at each other, as they had all planned to go out for drinks. You told the to go, and Pedri tossed you his car keys, reminding you that you didn't make enough to get him a new one if it crashed. You let out a forced laugh, trying to play it cool.
"I'll go with her, make sure she drives safe."
"You might encourage her to drive off the road, Pablo."
The group laughed, and once you said your goodbyes, you and Pablo walked over to Pedri's car at the back of the dark lot. You went to the driver's seat, but before you could unlock it, you felt two arms around you, caging you to the door of the car. You turned to face Pablo, and he pressed his forehead against yours - lips an inch away from meeting.
"Wow Pablo. First you go seven or eight months without daring to see me alone, and then you hold my hand and get in a car with me on the same night? Have you been drinking?"
His breath fanned across your face as he laughed. His gaze shifted between your eyes and your lips, and his chest heaved slightly with the weight of his breathing. You could tell he was on edge - nervous about ruining this charged friendship you two had developed.
"I've been wanting to do that for a while, but you've never given me the chance."
"You never asked." Your heart was hammering in your chest, your back against the door of the car. He took another step towards you, cupping your face in his hands.
"Alright, then let me ask now: can I kiss you?"
You bit your lip and looked up at him, feeling more shy than you ever have in your life. You tried to lean up and capture his lips with yours, but he pulled his face away.
"I asked, bonita. Now I need an answer."
"Yes."
Despite you answering at just above a whisper, Pablo heard the response loud and clear, practically ringing in his ears. He brought your face to his, closing the gap and kissing you passionately. You grabbed the front of his shirt in fist fulls, trying to bring him even closer, kissing him with a hunger you didn't know you had. You kept him close, barely breathing, and biting at his bottom lip, making him moan out slightly. Once you both pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against yours again, he looked you deep in the eye, pushing your hair behind your ear.
"Pablo... we should probably not do this in public where people can take photos."
"You're right... Pedri's house is going to be free for the next couple hours, and you have his keys."
Your friendship with Pablo had been broken forever, but it had now ben replaced with something different, something better: a place for your romantic feelings to grow. You had also broken some laws and driven way over some speed limits on the way back to Pedri's, but you could worry about that when you weren't making out with one of the hottest Spanish men alive, who kissed you like you were the air that filled his lungs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Hey y'all - thanks for tuning into day 5! Tried to make it a little longer. I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has read and enjoyed my writing. On Wednesday I posted a Gavi oneshot inspired by the headache I was feeling that day. Today (Sunday), that imagine is on over 300 notes. I am overwhelmed by all the love and support, and hope you guys continue to enjoy!
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“The Hunt Is My Muse”
Holy fucking shit y'all, it's been a while since I've updated this fic. Finally managed to finish this chapter, so here you go! I don't remember if there was a tag list or not so uh...woe be upon ye ig, lol. Enjoy!
“Thank you for letting us use your interrogation room, Alejandro.” Price thanked him, as Soap kept Graves moving forward, Ghost at his side, in panther form.
Graves stayed quiet, even as Alejandro shot him a glare, before speaking to Price. “It’s no problem. You all are a part of this force as far as we are concerned,” Alejandro said, with a soft smile. “Mi casa es tu casa. It means that my home is your home.”
Price smiled. “Gracias, Alejandro.”
Soap pushed Graves into the interrogation room, Ghost following behind. Graves went to the chair without a single fuss, sitting down and letting Soap restrain him. Soap’s eyes narrowed. ‘Suspicious.’ He thought, before grabbing Graves’ chin. “Where’s all yer fight, ye bawbag?” Soap demanded. Ghost tilted his head, watching Graves closely.
Graves looked Soap in the eyes, his face expressionless. He didn’t say a word, which only raised Soap’s suspicions. Ghost let out a low growl, stepping closer, his tail lashing. Price stepped in, crossing his arms. “What’s going on, Soap?” The older man asked, and Soap looked back at Price.
“He’s doin’ nothin’. Nae dout he’s up tae somethin’.” Soap spat, his eyes narrowed further. He let go of Graves’ chin, stepping back. Graves let his head hang low, visibly refusing to do anything but sit there. Ghost snarled, just as Gaz entered the room who let out a sharp breath, his nostrils flaring.
“Alright, everyone out, I need to work.” Gaz ordered, and Soap nodded, leaving with Ghost and Price.
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Gaz came out about an hour later, sitting on the couch in the lounge, right next to Roach, who was rambling to Ghost and Soap. Soap looked up. “Any luck?” He asked.
Gaz shook his head. “Not exactly. He told me what we already knew, but nothing more.” He grumped, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Soap hummed, idly picking at a scab on his arm.
“Hm. He's bein’ too cooperative.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he stared into the distance. “I cannae tell if he's daft or suicidal.”
Ghost chuffed and put a paw on Soap's hand, drawing him back to reality. He looked down at the panther and used his free hand to scratch behind his ears. “Och, ah dinnae ken if it matters either. He's no’ goin’ free.”
Gaz hummed, tapping his fingers on the holster of his gun. “Not sure it's either of those.” He murmured, causing the others to look at him with confusion. Gaz shrugged, looking directly at Soap. “He mentioned something in passing as I was leaving. Something about how he just wanted to keep what he'd managed to build.”
Roach arched an eyebrow. “Shepherd threatened to destroy his life?” Gaz shrugged again and Ghost's ears flicked in irritation from the repeated tapping on the holster.
Soap slipped Gaz a pen to twirl as the other man began speaking. “Maybe. But I'm not so sure that it's that simple. I'ma talk to Price, see if he and Laswell can dig up Graves’ files. We're missing a piece here.”
Ghost growled, displeased with what Gaz was implying. Gaz looked at him with a sigh. “I know, you want him six feet under, but he could have extra information we need and I need to know where to push to get that information.”
Soap scratched Ghost's head, nodding at Gaz. “Aye, we can understand that. We're nae goin’ tae be happy about it though.”
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