#call of duty fanficition

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Reason for life

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x F!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Simon Riley finally made up his mind.

Right after the event of “Death, Comes easily” 

Warning: Mature theme. discussion of unhappy childhood, OC children, discussion of abuse, near death. Angst. slight deviation from canon as well.

A/N : I finally got to Simon. and this rounds up the task force 141 proposal series. *sigh*

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“Captain.” 

Head down, buried in paperwork, Price only let out a grunt, acknowledging Ghost’s presence. 

“John.” 

Price’s hand stalled. Slowly putting his pen down, finally looking up. 

Ghost standing in front the desk, hands behind his back, shoulder slightly hunched. Price noticed the redness in his fatigue looking eyes. Redder than usual. He noted. 

“Can I talk to you,” Ghost requested, voice soft, as he eyes the soldiers lingering around in the office,  “In private please.” 

Price stared at him for few seconds, before commanding the soldiers. “Alright, everyone out please. Lieutenant and I have important business to discuss.” Price stood up, ushering everyone out. 

Making sure the door is locked, Price turned back towards the desk, gesturing to Ghost to sit. Pushing the paperwork and files aside, Price took out a bottle of whisky and two tumbler glasses from the cabinet behind him. 

Pouring into each of the glasses, he pushed one towards Ghost. Ghost just stares at the drink, motionless for a while before he pulls his balaclava off, exhaustion evident on his pale looking face. 

“Do you still have the box?” Simon broke the silence after he drained the whisky from the tumbler. 

“So you made up your mind?” Price asked, raising his eyebrows, knowing what he was asking for. 

“I can’t delay it any longer. I .. I don’t want another regret.” Voice croaked, “I nearly lost her twice. I don’t.. I don’t know.. “ Simon buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath. “I would not forgive myself if I miss the chance again. If I can live through the nightmare again.” 

Price has noticed Simon hasn’t been himself lately, after the incident. He was quieter than usual, not even responding to any of Soap or Gaz’s attempt of banter or teasing. Burying deep into his own mind. 

The mission has traumatised Simon, and made him realise things. 

Another prolonged silence lingered between the two. Price took up the bottle, pouring another serve to each of the glasses.

“I’ll get it out from the safe for you tomorrow, Simon. Don’t worry. She wouldn’t say no.” Price comforted Simon. “Good luck Si. I am glad you finally made up your mind.” 

Simon slams the tin box onto the table, more forceful than he intended. He winced slightly at his mistake as he saw you frowning. 

You stare at the box with a cup of tea in hand, making no attempt to reach for it. He watches you, waiting for your next move. 

“What is that?” You asked,  finally curiosity got the better of you. 

“Box.” 

“Of course I know it’s a box.” you rolled your eyes, huffed at his silly answer. “What’s inside the box?” you asked. 

“Things my grandmother left for me,” he whispered. “Open it. Please.” 

Pushing the cup aside, you reach for the box,  Simon’s heart twisted as he sees you open the lid with slight difficulty. Your hands and face were still covered with dressings and bandages from the injuries acquired from the terrorist incident. You are still alive. He closed his eyes, deep breaths in as he tells himself, calming that distress and panic rising from his stomach. You are here in front of him. Everything is alright. 

His eyes open again when he hears the pop of the tin lid. You slowly and gently shuffled through the black and white photos, fading letters, and all sorts of trinkets were inside there.  Simon held onto his breath as you took out the item he wanted you to have the most. 

You held the green velvet box in your palm, like a fragile china doll, afraid it would shatter any minute. Your eyes flicked up towards him, and down at the box again. 

He nodded his head to urge you to open the velvet box. 

Your breath hitched as you saw two simple gold bands inside.

“My grandmother left me this box before she passed on.” Simon explained. Your eyes open slightly wider, he never talked about his grandparents before. “The only happy memories I have from my childhood. Her and grandpa shielded me from the violence and cruelty that my fath… father… “ he shook his head, body shaking with the painful memory. Taking a deep breath, he continues. “She left this in my possession. Her and grandpa’s wedding bands,  along with their photos and correspondence when they were courting.They were married for nearly sixty years before grandpa passed away.” Simon whispered with a sad smile and glint of tears in Simon’s eyes.

Your expression softens as you listen to him, recalling memories. 

Raising his head to look at you right in the eyes, “You gave me a reason to live, a reason for life. You and the children.” He professed as he took a deep breath, voice shaking. “I can’t apologise enough for the actions and the way I treated you.. I can’t lose you again. I nearly lost you, because of my stupidity. My own selfishness, My….”

“Simon.” You put the box down, reaching for his hand across the table, to stop his rambling.“ Both of us were in a bad mindset back then. There were too many things happening at once. We can’t go back. We can only move forward.” You lean your body forward, kissing his hand lightly. “If this is what I think it is, my answer is yes.” 

He let go of your hand as he stood up abruptly, going around the table to scoop you up into a tight embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You feel the wetness as his tears stream down your neck and shoulder, silently crying with relief. 

The weight is finally off his shoulder. 

He feels your arm reaching around his broad torso, squeezing tight.

“I love you very much, Simon Riley. The children love their Da as well, they ask about you all the time when you are away.”  you murmured, as you professed your love for him. “We will always be here for you, to welcome you home, and be your harbour when the storm comes, be your shelter when the time turns bad. You know you can trust and rely on us. Also the team as well. You have a family. You have us.” 

Pulling away from him, you gently grasp his hand, putting it over your heart.

“This is yours forever now. My love. For whatever challenges may come to us again. We will face it together.”

Simon is finally home. 

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“We loved with a love that was more than love.” – Edgar Allan Poe from Annabel Lee

UGH thank you all for being patient with me on this one as I finished up Something in the Orange ! We have Chapter Four that is following Alex & Gaz. Enjoy !

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Masterlist

I thought I'd make a quick masterlist so it’s easier to find all of my fics as this is also my personal page and so much can get sandwiched in between them all.

*These are technically listed in order. The oldest ones are top of each character list and then they are more recent as you go down them. :)

I’ll update and reblog a couple times a month, depending on how many I post. (All the new stories since the last reblog will be marked with a *)

I’ve also added whether their fluff/angst or whatever. Ones that don’t have any of that by them means that they’re not either fluff or angst and I didn’t know what you would call that (Also, if you think any of them are wrong, then please tell me).

This will get updated frequently without me always re-blogging so do keep checking back. :)

(List under ‘keep reading’)

This will NOT include inbox requests (ones I’ve answered as an ask)!

NCIS

Tony DiNozzo x Reader

Rule 12 

A Little Help?

Dinner With Senior (fluff)

Jealousy Undercover (angst/fluff)

Under The Mistletoe (fluff)

The Rest Of Your Life (fluff)

McGee x Reader

Lost Without You (fluff)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Silent Night (fluff)

Gibbs’ Jealously (angst)

Gibbs + Stars* (fluff)

Jimmy Palmer x Reader

Palmer Panic (angst/fluff)

Clayton Reeves x Reader

Reeves To The Rescue

No Pairings

Kidnapped (angst)

Disobeying Orders (angst)

NCIS: Los Angeles

G. Callen x Reader

Now You’re Here (angst/fluff)

Boatshed Banter (fluff)

Christmas With Callen (fluff)

Don’t You See (fluff)

Be With You (fluff-ish)

Someone’s Gonna Rescue You - TEMPORARILY ABANDONED!

He’s Back - Part One (angst)

Stand Down, Agent Callen - Part Two (angst)

Tick Tock Tick Tock - Part Three (angst)

Marty Deeks x Reader

The Part Where We Kiss (fluff)

Eric Beale x Reader

Come Back To Me (fluff)

NCIS: NOLA

Chris LaSalle x Reader

I Got You (angst)

Bull

Jason Bull x Reader

Late Night Work (fluff)

Bull + Guitar (fluff)

Law & Order: UK

Matt Devlin x Reader

Matt + Comfort (minor angst)

Gingerbread Kiss (fluff)

Daddy Duties (fluff)

An Attack Of Panic (angst/fluff)

Snowball Fights And Snow Angels (fluff)

Matt + Tension (angst)

Making It Worth Your While (fluff, soft smut)

Can’t Stop The Bleeding (so much angst/fluff)

Matt’s Plus One (fluff)

First Time (smut)

The Smoke

Kev Allison x Reader

Don’t Do This (angst/fluff)

Always Covered Up (angst/fluff)

Hornblower

Archie Kennedy x Reader

The Act Of Meeting (fluff)

Written Words Of Love (fluff)

Archie + Violin* (fluff)

Battlestar Galactica (Re-imagined series)

Lee Adama x Reader

Nightmares (angst)

A Hero’s Goodbye (angst/fluff)

Dance With Me? (fluff)

Lee’s Gift* (fluff)

Love and Protect* (slight angst/fluff)

William Adama x daughter!Reader

The Admiral’s Daughter

Supernatural

Sam Winchester x Reader

Panic Room Heart-To-Heart (slight angst/fluff)

Strike Back

Thomas “Mac” McAllister x Reader

McAllister’s Request

Dark Angel

Logan Cale x Reader

What’s Stopping You? (fluff)

Logan + Birthday (fluff)

Imagines

Imagine... being stuck at home with Callen when he has a cold (NCIS: LA)(fluff)

Imagine... kissing Sam when you’re grieving over Matt (Law & Order: UK) (minor angst)

Imagine... Hetty interrupting you and Callen (NCIS: LA) (fluff)

Challenges

Drabble Challenge Thingy

Valentines Drabbles

Drabble Challenge Thingy 2

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Pokemon FanFicition Chapter 5 part 1: The Headmistress

Headmistress Surge was the scariest lady Alex had ever encountered in PokeAcademy. She was related to the Viridian City Gym Leader in the Kanto Region, Lt. Surge, but nobody was ever supposed to compare the two. Lucille Surge, as she used to be called before she took the job four years ago as dean of the school, had a slight temper. Many journalists and cameramen were electrocuted for asking questions that ticked her off. She defeated countless gym leaders, Elite Four, even battled against the mysterious and powerful Frontier Brains, and rumors state that she battled a powerful legendary Pokémon with only one Pokémon and defeated it without even taking any damage. Many online reports said that she beat with it glare. Alex believed it.  She was skinny, but built and tall, long jet-black hair curled up into a bun, small librarian style glasses sat on her nose. She wore a white blouse, indicating to both Alex and Wendell that she was off duty and had to come stop a fight. Very bad. Sitting atop of the Magnezone made her look intense and terrifying, she had her arms crossed, her gaze never leaving the two that sat in separate force fields facing her.

“So, what were you two doing down there.” She asked calmly.

Wendell looked over towards Alex. The creepy grin and eye twitch had disappeared, and he looked just as terrified as Alex felt. Here we go. He looked back at her, “J-j-just having a friendly bat-

Before Alex could even get to finish his sentence, “I KNOW WHAT YOU TWO HAVE BEEN DOING! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS ON MY CAMPUS! You are lucky I came when I did! If I didn’t we would have a Pokémon Homicide on site and two students in jail.”

Alex and Wendell gulped and froze as the lecture continued, “I expect more from you both. Wendell, you are a bright and intelligent bug enthusiast. WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY!? You have already been in trouble for multiple occasions last year when you tried killing Pokémon.”

Wendell lifted his hands in the air for defense, “Headmistress I would never,” he tried to smile charismatically, however it still looked creepy, “I’ve learned my lesson last time, I swear.”

Her Magnezone flew closer to his force field, her glare felt powerful, like it was about to kill,

“If I ever. And I mean ever. Catch you trying to kill another Pokémon. It wont just be expulsion from this university you will have to worry about. You are banned from all tournaments this year, no exceptions.”

Wendell gulped, his head went down in defeat, “Yes Headmistress.”