#keegan x logan (mentioned)

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Hugging Headcanons (COD Ghosts x GN! Reader)

TW: Rorke. Mentions of the canon Ghosts ending, illusions to torture (nothing graphic)

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David "Hesh" Walker

As we all know, Hesh is very, very open with his emotions. Both negative and positive, it's very easy to see what he's feeling at a glance.

Which means he is also very open to tell you how he feels for you (after months of pining and annoying Logan about it. Who was ready to spill his brothers secret for him, just so he could have one night without hearing about you)

Not only tells you how much he loves you, but also shows it through his hugs.

Normally quite goofy, a lot of times ending in you laughing while pushing against his chest. Trying to create space between the two of you as he only pulls you tighter.

You two also have your fair share of serious, loving hugs when the moment calls for it.

Loves watching you jump then immediately relax when he surprises you and hugs you from behind. Has almost gotten nailed right in the nose for it though.

Will hug you everywhere and anywhere that it's safe. No regard for who's watching, or your surroundings (the exception being if the surroundings/situation is dangerous)

Hesh has developed the habit of seeking you out when he needs a pick me up. Especially when his head gets a little too loud, and life becomes a bit overwhelming.

Maybe it's the feeling of security when he's wrapped up in you, but he finds it easier to deal with his emotions when being held by you. These moments seem to help him find clarity in his thoughts, and help him gain new perspective.

Especially when he's dealing with problems or topics he feels hopeless and lost about.

Hesh is just all around more level headed when he can hold you and slow his brain down for a few minutes.

Keegan Russ

He's antisocial, appreciates having a decent amount of personal space. So 1 of 2 things happens:

If you're like him, and don't particularly like people being too close. He respects it, and finds it rather endearing watching the journey of you getting a little bit closer to him each day. To the point where standing beside one another comfortably is the norm.

If you're not like him, and love being up close and personal he'll eventually form a soft spot for you. Initially gets annoyed, but holds back the attitude because he does like having you around. But maybe over there.

Don't ask me why, but I get the vibe that while he wants to hug you sooner, he doesn't. For what reason? Nobody, including himself can figure that one out.

The first hug would be work related. Whether that be a heroic "oh shit" moment where he's doing something like the clichè cover your body with his. Except far less dramatic (nobody got hurt).

Or a way to not get caught when trying to go undercover.

No, those aren't 2 Ghosts. Just a couple of overgrown teenagers loving up on one another in that dark alley. It's fine.

After that first time however, he's hugging you during every quiet moment the two of you have together.

If you're shorter than him, he's going to rest his chin on your head and hold you tight into his chest. He always feels like you're this delicate thing that needs to be protected within his embrace (even though you're not and would likely chew him out if he ever said that out loud).

If you're the same height or taller -- he loves pressing his face into your neck. It brings him unlimited comfort doing this, but he'll deny it to no end if anyone asks.

Thomas Merrick

Another guy that gives me bear hug vibes (like Price). Not overly obnoxious, but if the situation or mood calls for it he's holding you tight and considering the idea of not letting go.

Otherwise very casual with keeping physical touch. Arm around your shoulders or waist when you're sitting next to one another or walking together.

While very private about his personal life, he unconsciously wants to keep in some form of physical contact with you.

Has totally done that thing where he rests his cheek on your head, just relishing in the moment.

Especially on long rides back to whatever destination. He's gotten a couple curious looks from the newest Ghosts for this (in his defense, Logan did think it was adorable. Hesh ruined it by showing his clear confusion because Merrick's a softie?!)

They were promptly shut down by one of the other guys giving them a look of warning. Just let the man have his small moments of peace....in peace.

Call him old fashioned, but he loves when he can hold you close and slowly dance with you. Music is totally optional.

He may or may not have imagined the two of you like this on your wedding day (if marriage is in the cards for you two).

While he can come off as hot headed, and loyal/defensive to a fault (literally slamming Hesh into a wall for stepping up at Keegan) I want to say he's actually fairly laid back at home. If he needs to step in and ensure you're okay, he will in a heartbeat.

But otherwise? Totally content just lounging around with you in his arms.

Merrick also appreciates when he's the little spoon. Or being hugged from behind. Something about the feeling warms his heart in ways he can't (and won't) describe.

Logan Walker

In the beginning, you're going to have to initiate most of the hugs. While he loves them, he overthinks it too much and talks himself out of it.

Loves (and I mean LOVES) being hugged by you. Everything in the world just lines up during the time he's being held by you. Nothing bad can happen to him when you're hugging him.

The first time he hugged you (was a "from behind hug" where he rested his chin on your shoulder) you could've swore your heart might've exploded.

His confidence eventually progresses to greeting you (when appropritate, nobody dying for hugs here) with a hug and forehead kiss becoming the norm.

Hear me out on this, beach date with Logan. Hanging out by the water when he hugs you from behind....then promptly dunks you both under the water.

He'd be fully clothed and dripping wet with you, but would have such a mischievous smile on his face for the rest of the day.

That was the most fun I've had in a long time. He would tell you later that day, waiting for the sun to dry you both off.

Little does he know you're probably plotting his revenge.

Post-capture, this would be one of the first things he finds to come back naturally. They wiped most of his mind and memory, but the feeling of you in his arms and vice versa seems to be ingrained in his muscles.

Even when the world becomes a bit too much for him to handle, the comfort of your hugs grounds him and wipes his mind for a second

Elias Walker

Throwing him in here to say it would only happen under 3 circumstances:

1). You become like a third child to him

2). You are in desperate need of some familial comfort

3). You were almost seriously injured/killed on a mission and thank God you're okay. Remember how he pushed Merrick off Hesh in the helicopter scene and immediately went to calm Hesh down? I'm thinking that kind of vibe.

I don't know, he's the dad of the game and I like the idea that Mama Walker was his soulmate. He has no interest in filling that role. He's content with his sons and team filling his heart

No matter what situation causes the chain reaction leading to a hug -- it's filled with comfort and understanding.

Like hugging a parent who truly cares, and wants the best for you. Leaves your conscience feeling lighter and your soul a little warmer

Gabriel Rorke

If you're on hugging tier with this man, you're special. Like....extremely special to him.

Maybe it's my overtired brain (that initiated this idea), but I could see you being the one and only tie he has left to life pre-federation (like with Logan - the feeling of holding you and being held is muscle memory. It evokes an unconscious reaction within him).

If you were by his side on the Federation:

He'd seek you out for some form of comfort, especially after capturing Logan and starting that process. No matter how brainwashed he is and hellbent on revenge, he knows first hand how terrible the conditioning process is.

For a kid he's never met, he feels horrible for doing this to him. But duty calls and you gotta do what you gotta do.

Especially on nights when he can't get the sound of the screams and agony out of his head...and his body aches in the same way it did years prior -- he seeks you out. Relishes in the feeling of you holding him and helping him forget about the atrocities.

If you're not part of the Federation with him:

I feel like you two would cross paths in the battlefield. Which would go 1 of 2 ways:

1). You get spared, he can't quite place the details but he recognizes you as someone vastly important in his life. All he wants in exchange for your freedom is a hug -- because apparently those were really important to him at one point before all this

2). You don't get spared. Again, some part of him screams and deep dives to try and remember who you are. Details are blurry or redacted within his head; but acting on instinct he pulls you close. Despite everything, you get your last moments alive in the arms of someone you once loved.

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Time To Earn the Mask

word count: 2k

pairing: keegan x reader {gender not mentioned}

warnings: guns and violence

summary: it's federation day and you're on your first mission with Logan, Hesh, and Keegan, trying to find the location of the Ghost enemy; Rorke

AN: yes believe it or not, before Ghost happened, Mr. Keegan P. Russ was my first love. COD: Ghosts will forever own my heart <3 happy thanksgiving y'all, enjoy :)

You looked down at the party happening 400ft below you. Lights shone in a dozen different directions, music blaring so loud you could hear the lyrics clearly from the building you were on top of. Thousands of people, enjoying the fireworks not caring that they could be mowed down by federation soldiers whenever they felt like it.

“What’s up? You looked upset..”

You jumped slightly at the voice coming behind to see your partner, Keegan. You sighed as you swung your legs around so you were facing him. His face was covered in black and gray warpaint, with his ghost mask, tucked in between the waistband of his pants. “It’s nothing, really, I’m fine” You answered, looking back behind you at the fireworks and the people down below. You felt his gloved fingers turn your face back to him, carefully trying not to smudge your own warpaint. “They’ll be fine, if it’s the people your really worrying about, okay?”He said, taking your hands and holding them in his own.

You felt the tension slowly release, not by much but enough for you to get ahold of yourself. The innocent people below didn’t know you and you didn’t know them, but empathy was the one thing you couldn’t bear to lose when the world itself was going to shit.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He gently planted his lips to your forehead and rested his head on yours. You knew how much he loved you, and he knew how much you loved him. “Keegan, we got our guy with information on Rorke. Ready to move in?” Hesh’s voice came in other your radio com. “Yeah, just give me two seconds,” Keegan answered back. You felt him slightly adjust one of his beanies, his favorite one you decided to wear on this mission, and pulled you to your feet. “Alright. Time to earn the mask. Ready, love?”He asked, planting another kiss on your forehead before pulling his mask out of his belt loop and pulling it down, all while looking you in the eyes.

“Ready..”

You and Logan took out guards while Hesh and Keegan called them out. You slid through an opening that Logan had made in the window and slipped behind Keegan to the control center. “Logan patch in over there, Y/N, you patch in over here,” Keegan ordered. You and Logan pulled out your virus uploaders and patched them into the control center, both your percentages climbing quickly.

Your eye widened suddenly when you started to hear a group of voices down the hallway. Guards. “Tangos coming. Finish up you two” Keegan quickly whispered. You could feel your hands shaking as you silently pleaded in your head for the virus to upload more quicker. You looked up to see your partner slipping into the dark, just wide enough alcove to hide, Logan following on his side soon after. “Y/N, Finish or Hide!” Keegan hissed at you. Your hands began to shake more as your final percentages loaded in. You ripped your uploader out of the circuit board and carefully backed up into the dark alcove. You felt your backside harshly press up against Keegan, his hands landing on your waist. “Such a tease..”He silently laughed into your ear, just loud enough for only you to hear. “Oh my god, Keegan, I’m sorry I’m so-” You started but felt his gloved hand press against your mouth as the enemy guards passed. You reached for a pistol near your left hip. “No, weapons down. Let them pass.”Keegan whispered into the radio just in case Logan got the same idea as you. You watched one of the guard’s stop, fidgeting with his tablet, and look right in Logan’s direction.

“Kee-”

“I see him, dont move a muscle.”

Keegan snaked around you, removing a knife from his tactical belt in the process. You watched as his head shot to the left and then his hand moved straight to the man’s throat, stabbing him instantly. He gently kicked back with his boot, signaling you to move out of the way, which you completed of course. “Wait for them to leave,” Keegan spoke into the radio. You listened until you couldn’t hear them talking anymore. Once the three of you were sure they were gone, you all made a bolt for the window.

“Kill the lights..” Keegan ordered silently. You watched Logan press a button on his uploader and the building light go out one by one. “Beautiful.”

You looked over at Logan taking out a guard, watching the guard’s body fall over the balcony he was on to the busy streets below. You kept close to Keegan while Hesh stayed close to Logan moving down the building. You all were careful not to make too much noise on the glass and alert any nearby guards of your position. You looked away from them to notice a guard walking out below you and signaled the others to stop.

“Hesh, Logan. Guarding moving out from underneath you, think you can one of you can take him out quietly?”You whispered into your radio, looking over at them. “Yeah, we can make it work. You and Keegan ready if more come out?”Hesh radioed back. You nodded your head. Your eyes trailed Logan’s body moving carefully down the building closer to the guard before dropping on top of him and stabbing him in the throat.

Two guards outside to the balcony after hearing the thud. Logan grabbed another knife and shot it right into one of the guard’s throats while you ripped a knife out of your belt and loosened your cable to drop on top of the other guard, knocking him straight to the floor before your knife entered the side of his throat, blood shooting across your forearm. Keegan drops right behind you and helps you to your feet. “Shit, Y/N. You alright? I looked away for a split second and when I looked back you were gone,” Keegan asked. “Yes, I’m alright. Come on, let’s go if we wanna catch this guy” You answered. You peeked your gun around your corners before signaling the group to move in. “Remember, we gotta shut down the elevators and seal off his chance to bolt. Hesh, You and Logan take the main bank, Keegan and I will go this way to the northeast corner, cool?”You asked, looking them all in the eye to make sure you had their attention. “Cool, we’ll cut the primary and secondary controls, and meet you two at your corner,” Hesh said before tapping Logan to move in his direction.

After you all rendezvoused in your meeting location, were forced to jump off a balcony into another part of the building, and killed probably over a hundred enemy soldiers in the process; you finally made it to the location Ramos was supposed to be in. Logan went with Hesh to the farther door while you stayed with Keegan, ready to rush him to get info on Rorke.

“In position”

“Likewise”

“Alright, let’s do this,” Keegan said before slamming his shoulder into the door, only to be met with an empty room. Damn it! he’s not here!”You said, stomping your boot hard into the ground. “I got him,” Hesh said before opening the door violently with Ramos, sending him over the desk and onto the floor. Logan walked over and yanked him up while Hesh removed a pistol from his belt and pointed it straight in between Ramos’s eyes. “He knew you would come” Ramos hissed, his hands raised above his head. You closed your eyes as you could feel your jaw tightening with every word. You fucking desiped Rorke, he killed your best friend Ajax, he was basically a brother to you. You wanted nothing more than to kill him, nice and slow.

You opened your eyes to see Ramos pushed against the desk, Hesh placing all his body weight on him. You stomped over to Ramos, slamming your hands on the desk and startling everyone in the process. “You got five fucking seconds to deliver coordinates on Rorke before I kill you, nice painfully, and slow. Four,” You said, your spit landing on his face as you held up your fingers. Keegan was honestly shocked to see you like this. He knew how much Ajax meant to you but didn’t know how much you kept bottled inside of you.

“Three, Two..”

“His location is in there! In an encrypted file!”Ramos cried out, pointing to the laptop that had landed on the floor next to the desk. “See, that wasn’t hard, now was it?”You said, taking your two fingers under his chin to make him look at you before the TV flickered on.

“I knew you and your little mouse would follow the bread crumbs”

You gritted your teeth as you met Rorke’s gaze from the screen. “Hi Y/L/N, how you doing?”He said, a smirk spreading across his face. You were about to answer back but were interrupted by Hesh. “You killed their friend and tried to kill my father you piece of shit!” “Hesh!”Keegan said, warning him not to continue. “The sons of Elias Walker. Boys sent to do a man's work.” Rorke said. You stood up straight, trying to keep yourself composed, not wanting to let your own tongue slip. “Where are you, Rorke?”You said, Keegan’s hand falling on your hip, offering you a slight amount of comfort. “Where I am doesn't matter. What matters is a decade ago Elias left me to die in this city… And from this night forward Elias lives with the knowledge he sent his own sons to their death.” Rorke spoke before motioning to cut the feed. You felt the ground shake from underneath you. This building was going down.

You grabbed Keegan’s hand before yelling at Logan and Hesh to move their asses, racing down the stairs as you raced the clock to make it out alive. “Scarecrow, mission compromised, we’re attempting-Ugh! To make an aerial exfil from the 52nd floor!”You yelled into your radio, taking command from here on out. “We need windows!”You stopped and yelled, Keegan’s eyes locked onto yours. “You know how much I love seeing you take charge?” He said, before being met with a small smack from your hand. “Get ahold of yourself for two seconds, you can gush over me after we reach the exfil site now come on!” You said, racing after Hesh and Logan; who unlike Keegan apparently, wanted to live. You and Keegan rushed out before being shot to the floor, the building’s support giving out and tipping the building sideways.

“Prep your chutes! We’re going down!” Keegan shouted. You felt your boots crack into a piece of pavement. You felt the building lean to the point that you started to fall. In fact, you felt yourself heading straight for the window. You crossed your arms across your face as you all crashed into the windows. You opened your eyes to see the build right on top of you. You opened the parachute with the boys and started to head to your exit point. “Scarecrow, we're airborne! En route to rally point echo. Good work you three. Now let's get the hell out of here..” Keegan said. You watched him look back at you and hold up the number four; your special channel, the first one you two ever communicated on.

You flipped your radio channel to four. “Yes, darling?”You said, your voice softening. “You were…amazing back there. There’s no way Elias won’t give you your mask after that” He gushed. You could feel your cheeks heating up at that comment. He always told you that, no matter what you did, but this time you felt like it could actually happen. “Honestly, If he doesn’t give you one, your getting mine,” He said. “Keegan..”You said. “Yes?”

“I love you a lot, you know that right?” “Yes..I do, but you know I love you more”. That one comment made both of you smile so big your cheeks hurt.

[yoitsjay]

Phoenix

Pairings: Keegan P. Russ x M!Reader

Summary: you had been hiding your abilities ever since your kind had been wiped out. But your team was in danger, you had to do something... at the cost of your life perhaps?

Warnings: mentions of death, COD typical violence, blood, gunshots and gun wounds, fire, revival, nudity

Word count: 3,161

You, like everyone else now, were a hybrid. There was no real or true human left in the world, not since the monsters and creatures began to mix breed with humans, and the humans of course fell in love with the idea of having a monster as a lover, who wouldn't? they were faster, stronger, more intelligent and in most cases, hotter. You were a member of the Ghosts, a renowned special forces team in the United States. You were a new member, unfortunate as that was however regardless the team accepted you as one of their own.. maybe because you were strong… or terrifying.

The Ghosts consisted of a mix of hybrids, Logan was a vampire hybrid with enhanced smell and super strength, Hesh was a werewolf hybrid with the smell, hearing, scent and vision to boot, Ajax was an avian hybrid with strong wings which matched his hair. And then there was Keegan, and keegan being the leader seemed quite powerful himself, Being a wraith he had the ability to disappear into shadows, physical shadows that could snap the neck of an enemy without much force. He was strong on top of that, with his training and his ability. Made him all the more sexy really.

And then there was you, one of the strongest hybrids in the world… a phoenix. This mythical legend is said to never die, and if it did it would simply be reborn from ash over and over again, the only thing to kill a phoenix is iron as it will burn them and kill them. Because they are so powerful they were hunted down and killed, all but you and your mother who managed to escape one fateful night… your father and brothers weren't so lucky, but you were.

The thing was, they had no idea that you were a phoenix hybrid, your mother told you to hide your abilities, lie and say you weren't a hybrid, or that you were something else completely. Now it wasn't entirely impossible to be a human in a hybrid run world, they did still exist but the few humans that were around were used as slaves for the superior like dragons, or other powerful beasts, so, human it was then.

Despite posing as a human you were still abnormally strong, and you had a faster regeneration rate than most other people in the Ghosts, but when they ask you always used the same lie, that you were tested on because you were human and it gave you regeneration, or inhuman strength when you were indeed human. Still, you were strong and funny, and if Keegan liked you then so did the rest of the ghosts. But in order to protect you and your abilities, you still had to hide it.

Currently you are sitting in a transport plane with the rest of the Ghosts, sitting across from Keegan and between Logan and Hash. They were like brothers to you, so them pushing and nudging you didn't really bug you. Ajax was seated beside Keegan and then of course there was Riley, the ever brave Ghost dog, who was laying in her own carrier, strapped down so it wouldn't move, but it was a big crate so she was comfortable. The test of the Ghosts were back on base or… dead, may they rest in peace. So it was just you and the boys listed already.

You were heading to Chile where you heard reports of some pretty bad militia reading havoc on the locals, while also wearing rumors that he was part of an Operation in Russia, a terrorist operation that you had to shut down. Little did you know how dangerous it all would be… regardless, the plane landed on a bare strip between two smaller mountain ranges, and there was already a big truck waiting for you. A driver was waiting outside with a more serious look on his face, however when he saw the Ghosts his smile grew and he waved as you and your team walked over. “Mr. Russ, Ajax, thank you and the rest of you for coming, we are in desperate need of your help now more than ever. I'll explain everything on the way but we need to get moving.” The man stated, and the Ghost piled into the car with you being right between Keegan and Logan.

See, you and Keegan had a secret you both hid from the rest of the team, a couple months ago you were in a tight situation with Keegan and it escalated… but not in a bad way. And ever since then you and him… well let's just say it developed into something that the rest of the team would tease you for. Regardless, no matter what mission you and Keegan were on it was always his personal mission to touch you and tease you in some form of way, whether it was when you were in a sniper position with him and he HAD to touch your thigh or ass, or hold your waist to keep you still. It was frustrating, yet you never stopped him before.

Keegan even had the balls to do something like that now, sneaking a hand behind you and down the back of your pants, subtly squeezing your ass which made you tense up quite a bit, though when the car suddenly hit a large bump in the road you took the opportunity to pull Keegans arm away, and instead grip onto him and Logan so you didn't fall forward since there were no seat belts. “Fuck that was a bad bump.” you played off quickly, patting Logan’s thigh which you previously had an iron grip on, shifting yourself so you were more comfortable in your seat. You pinched Keegan however, a subtle way of telling him “not here asshole” before letting him go too.

When you arrived at your destination Keegan and Ajax talked with the driver, getting more information while you, David and Logan took all your gear into the safe house where you would be staying and planning. The two brothers left their gear on the table like ruffians, however you took the time and instead moved them to a safer location so the table could be used to plan with a map amongst other things.

When Keegan and Ajax came back inside it was time to divide and conquer. Ajax stepped forward to separate the teams, however because there was an odd number between them there would either be a group of three, or two groups of two and one loner.

“Alright, Keegan and Logan and Y/n you're in a group, Hesh you're with me. Here's the plan. Keegan and his group are going to be infiltrating the West part of this compound here where we believe our target is staying. Hesh and I will take the East side. Once inside we split off and each take a section of the house, luckily enough there are five sections. Y/n you take the southwest corner, Keegan you take the northwest. Logan, you head to the center where there are some hostages being held, free them and arm them and then get their help to take over the compound. Hesh will take the southeast corner and I'll take the northeast. Clear your sections and if you find our target bring him to the center of the compound alive for questioning. If anything goes wrong, get out of the compound and meet at the rendezvous point here-”

While Ajax was explaining everything, he pointed to certain sections on the map, showing the team where they would all be going, and then again once they would split up. You felt uneasy, however. It's not that you didn't trust Ajax, or didn't believe that this plan would work, but you just had an uneasy feeling in your mind. A hum left your lips but you nodded to the plan, you wouldn't let anyone get hurt, that was a vow you silently swore to everyone.

However, now, it was time to rest as the infiltration would be tomorrow. There were not enough rooms for you individually so you split up again, however even though Keegan was offered his own room he rejected it and grabbed you to bunk with instead, bringing you to the master bedroom where he closed and locked the door once you both were inside. “God it's been weeks since we've been alone darlin I missed you.” He grumbled, dropping his bag as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you embraced him in return, pulling off your mask so he could see your face as you smiled at him. “I could say the same Keeg, but that was a risky move that you pulled back in the car.” you huffed, pulling away with furrowed eyebrows. Keegan shrugged, almost like he didn't care anymore which was probably the truth.

“Y/n I don't want to hide our relationship- whatever it is- from the boys anymore. They have almost caught us a dozen times now and I know they're starting to get suspicious. I know they won't judge, or tell anyone else… but I don't want to hide my feelings for you.” He huffed, sliding his hands down your waist. You sighed, leaning up and kissing his cheek which still had the mask covering it. You didn't bother taking it off, knowing Keegan would if he felt comfortable, but this was a new place, who knows who could be watching.

“I know Keegan… look- how about we tell them after the mission then. We have to keep everyone's heads clear for tomorrow, we wouldn't want to distract them and get them hurt.” You explained, and Keegan nodded in agreement. However before you could move away he quickly pulled you close, pulling his mask up over his nose as he leaned in and kissed you gently, smiling against your lips before pulling away shortly after.

“I'll protect you and them no matter what. You guys are my family, and you're my everything.” He spoke softly, kissing you again just once, only to pull away too soon, walking into the bathroom attached to the bedroom to shower and get ready to sleep. You rolled your eyes, having already showered before leaving so you just stripped down to the under clothes you had on, getting in bed and getting comfortable.

Tomorrow would be a wild day, you knew it.

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You were up before anyone else that following morning, now downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for the team with whatever breakfast foods were left in the fridge for you and the boys. There wasn't much, mostly ration tubes amongst snacks and other things, but you managed to cook up a pretty decent breakfast, setting the table.

You grew up in a house of women, being the second oldest you were taught a lot of the house chores too, so doing stuff like this not only came easy to you, but it was like second nature to get it done. The Ghosts were always grateful for your help and cooking however, it just meant they didn't have to cook for themselves as long as you were around.

When everyone was awake because of the smell of food, they all wondered downstairs to the table, thanking you, finding a plate and eating almost immediately. They were like zombies or robots, awake but programmed to do straightforward things like this… you chuckled to yourself before finding a seat and eating with them. Logan was somewhat excited about the mission, and his brother shared that excitement but you still felt nervous…

After breakfast it was time to leave, the Ghosts gathered their weapons and gear, arming themselves to carry as much as they could while you attached a med pack to the back of your gear, followed by a couple of reloads for your rifle and pistols, strapping knives to your legs, hiding some in your boots, under your sleeve where an arm sheath was, and then putting a hunting knife in its designated sheath on your vest, and lastly getting your radio in place.

When all of the Ghosts were ready, you left in the same car that picked you up from your transport plane. The driver brought you close to the compound but it was still far enough where you had to walk the rest of the way. Once you were close enough on foot you split into your groups, you Keegan and Logan, and then Ajax and Hesh going the opposite way. With your weapon in hand you fell into line behind Keegan as he sprinted to the west wall, you started looking for a way in without explosives while Keegan had readied the C4… but before you could place it, you pressed in a brick and with surprise the wall in front of you shifted and opened up to reveal a dark corridor that lead into the compound.

“Lucky me.” You muttered, allowing Keegan to take the lead again as you took your position second with Logan watching your back. Successfully you managed to get into the compound, and with a whispered battle cry, you split up with your group, stealthily creeping through the south west corridor, using your knife to Stealth kill anyone you crept up on. You did have a picture of what your target looked like. Short, brown hair and green eyes with a very pale complexion, always wearing his medals whether fake or real. Very arrogant.

You continued to search your corridor clearing rooms through your radio like everyone else, however just as you cleared the last room you heard gunshots from the other side of the building, followed by shouts over the radio from Ajax. “Hash Is down! Shot to the knee he's okay but we need backup! NorthEast corridor!” Ajax called out through the radio, immediately your knife was back in its sheath and your assault rifle was in your hands and you were running down through the south hallway, killing any enemy you stumbled across before running to the North hallway where you saw Hash clutching his knee. Immediately you got down on your knees beside him, shooting a few enemy soldiers who came up from behind you before you grabbed the med pack and started patching up his knee. “It went through Hash, I can't tell if it hit a nerve or not but I'm going to stop the bleeding.” You explained, not giving him any warning as you pressed down roughly with your hands, putting pressure on both sides of the wound. Soon Logan arrived and he covered your flank, but more and more soldiers surrounded you, and your team was starting to run out of bullets. Hash had passed out from the pain but that didn't stop you from holding that pressure. “Where's keegan?” You suddenly asked Logan, realizing he wasn't there. Logans eyes went wide and he looked around in a panic. That's when you heard sounds of struggle. A grunt left your lips, and you looked at Ajax. “we've got this, go get Keegan.” You pleaded, pulling your hands away when you were sure the bleeding was stopped (while secretly using the powers you hid to heal him faster).

Once Ajax moved, you covered his position and started shooting the enemies in front of him, eventually giving him a clear way to get to Keegan. He brought the man back, and luckily Keegan was uninjured. But Keegan, Ajax and now you were out of bullets, and Logan was running out even after using Hash’ bullets. It was like they knew you were here…

Just then explosions were heard from the south west corridor, then again where Keegan was. The house shook violently, and you quickly realized they were dropping bombs. “Quick, to the middle I have an idea!” You shouted, and Logan grabbed his brother who was still unconscious. You lead everyone to the middle, surrounding yourself with furniture and crates. Everyone was in danger if you didn't do something… you had to do something…

You stood up quickly, bullets whizzing past your face bit you ignored it, stripping off your gear as you looked down at Keegan. “what are you doing Y/n get down!” He shouted, but you shook your head. “I'm doing what I should have done long ago. I'm done hiding what I am Keegan. I'm not human, I've never been human… Keegan, Ajax, Logan… I'm The Phoenix.” You stated, and with that fire erupted out of your skin, but to them it wasn't hot fire, nor did it burn them, you started transforming into a large beast, covered in fire. Your wings spread out, and you covered your team with said wings as several bombs were dropped around you. However because you had covered your team and protected them, they were unharmed. The compound had been flattened, and obviously your target escaped…

But as the dust settled and Keegan opened his eyes, he realized that… you weren't there. You had sacrificed your life and now- you were a pile of ash in the middle of the Ghosts, hot to the touch. Keegan tensed up, experiencing not only the loss of a teammate, but the loss of his lover.

Keegan screamed, throwing a piece of furniture that surrounded them away as he took a few steps forward, Logan held his brother close since he was still unconscious, and Ajax just stared at the pile of ash. But… that wasn't the end, no…

Out of the ash, a fire sparked and suddenly a smaller version of the Phoenix you had turned too had materialized out of that ash, reborn you were, and once all the ash was gone, the fire went out and there you stood… naked as a newborn babe. A nervous chuckle left your lips, and immediately Ajax looked away, as did Logan. “Keegan?” You called out…

The man turned with disbelief, running towards you and picking you up in his arms. He didn't care if they were watching, but he pulled off his mask and he kissed you, setting you down on the ground before pulling away, quickly realizing that you were in fact naked. “well look at that, naked for me darling?” He asked with a smirk, only to get slapped on the arm. However he didn't care.

You were alive and safe, and now that he and the team knew what you actually were, they vowed to keep you safe. Once you got some clothes on, you were taken home, as was Hash who needed to heal still but he'd be able to walk again, thanks to you and your abilities…

Your target got away, but Keegan would find him, he couldn't forgive what had been done to you, even if you were revived it still called for revenge… and he would get it, for you.

[vcnillazelda]

nightmares

john “soap” mactavish x reader

summary: whilst on a mission, you confide in someone close to you about your past.

tags: reader was apart of ghosts, past relationship (keegan/reader), mentioned hesh and logan, soap is a sweetheart, ghost is grumpy, but he cares about his two idiots <3, story telling (probs a dialogue heavy fic sorry), night terrors, ptsd, mild age difference (reader is 19 and johnny is 24), shitty home lives, implied! abusive family, reader’s call sign is viper, angst with a happy ending, fluff, kisses, getting together, father figure price bc i’m mentally ill, some dialogue lines from child psychology by black box recorder bc i love them <3

yes ik this is probably gonna be inaccurate but i’ve been hyperfixated on this idea so i’m gonna write it.

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“logan!” you scream, tears flowing down your face. “logan- no!” the blonde crumbles to the floor, weak, injured, dying. hesh is distraught, keegan’s distant, you’re sobbing. inside, you feel like you’re the one dying. everything happens in a flash and you feel sick, stomach swirling like you’re gonna hurl. you’re washed up on the beach, waking up, sea water in your mouth. next thing you know, logan’s taken, and that’s where it all ends.

you wake with a gasp, jolting up onto your elbow. you had been lay on your side, your body now supported by your arm. “fuck..” you whisper, running your hand over your face, not caring for the skull face paint on your skin anymore. “viper?” johnny mutters, scottish voice thick with sleep. “sorry, johnny. didn’t mean to wake you.” you whisper, and he hums. “it’s alright. just don’t wake simon.” he jokes, and you humour him with a soft laugh, getting up and stretching a little. “i’m gonna go have a smoke.” you mutter. you hear a small rustle behind you, and light footsteps. of course he was going to follow you, both of you knew this. simon often called johnny your shadow, or your dog, based on how the sergeant would follow you around base as well as off base.

“need a light?” johnny asks, offering his lighter as you hold the cigarette between your lips. you hum, accepting your friend’s lighter with a small nod as thanks. “want one?” you ask, voice muffled slightly around the bud. “go on then.” soap pinches a smoke from your packet, which had been crumpled in your jean pocket. johnny let’s you lean close, lighting his cigarette with yours as you press the lighter into his hand. “thanks.” johnny puffs out a small cloud, taking the cig from his lips. you hum, taking a longer drag than usual before snatching your own cigarette between your fingers. “what was your dream about?” johnny asks, and you glance to him, smoke flowing from your nostrils as you sit in silence for a moment. “sorry?”

“you had a bad dream. what happened?” his eyes are mixed with adoration and worry, and you laugh a little. “it’s nothing.” you mutter, leaning against the balcony of the building’s roof. you had to give it to simon for picking a café like this, the view of the street was beautiful. “viper…” johnny mutters, clearly not knowing what to say otherwise. “just finish your smoke and go back to bed, yeah?” you sigh. “i’m worried about you.” johnny admits, and you nod. “i know.” you say, taking a drag of your cig. “then talk to me. i want to help.” his palm rests upon your back, and you sigh. “just go to bed johnny.” you whisper, voice small, vulnerable. “i want to help.” he repeats, voice calm compared to yours.

“i know you do, but you’re not my therapist.” you snap. the air between you both is silent and pregnant with anticipation. neither one of you says anything, but johnny’s hand leaves your back. “just go to bed. please.” you whisper, a silent beg. “i’m not leaving you, y/n.” johnny sits upon the bench near the railing, you glance to him. “why do you care so much? you barely know me outside of all this.” you mutter, looking away. “i care because we’re friends. whether i ‘know’ you or not.” johnny speaks softly. you both inwardly cringe, a small silence overcasting the balcony. “do you want to hear a story?” johnny asks, you look to him. “okay..?”

he pats the bench beside him, and you roll your eyes, sitting down. “i have a phobia of dogs.” he admits suddenly, you laugh softly. “what?” johnny hums, nodding a little. “it’s true. i was in the park with me ma’ and i got bit by this big doberman. had to go to hospital and have stitches along my arm.” he shows you the thin scar upon his forearm and you hum. “i was five, and i’ve been terrified of dogs ever since.” johnny finishes, and you smile a little. “thats a shame. i love dogs.” you reply, taking a drag from your cigarette. “you got any stories from your past?” he asks, and you hum. “i don’t think so.”

“come on, viper. you’ve got to have at least one for me.” johnny smiles. “alright, alright. let me think.” you pretend for a moment, in reality you weren’t thinking all that hard, but johnny sits patiently as you drag out the silence. “i stopped talking when i was six.” you admit, and johnny hums softly. “how come?” he asks, genuinely intrigued, cigarette left aside in an idle ashtray upon a bin as he turns to you. “i didn’t really want anything to do with the outside world. i was happy being quiet.” you shrug, taking a drag from your cig. “but, of course, they wouldn’t leave me alone.” you sigh through your nose. johnny’s clearly intrigued in learning about you past to the point where he looked adorable, head tilted a little, eyes sparkling. “they..?” he asks, and you nod. “my parents, they tried every trick in the book. from speech therapists to child psychologists.” you huff out a sour laugh. “they even tried bribery. i could have anything, all i had to do was say it.” johnny smiles a little at the thought of a tiny you retrieving gifts for speaking. “of course this episode didn’t last forever. i had made my point, it was time to move on.” you shrug, stretching a little. “your point?”

“got into an argument with my sister. i said i wasn’t gonna talk to her again. i won that one.” you laugh a little. johnny chuckles too. “how petty of you.” you nod, a proud smile on your face. he’s happy that you’re feeling better. you carried on with a story. “my school report always said i showed no interest. ‘a disruptive influence’ i almost felt sorry for them.” you shrug, finishing your cigarette, stepping and grinding out the lit bud. “when they finally expelled me, it didn’t mean a thing.” you shrug, leaning back against the arm of the bench, meeting johnny’s gaze as you tuck a leg under yourself, the other hanging off the bench. you take to using your arm as a headrest instead of leaning on the hard wood. “after some beatings and getting kicked out, i ran off to america… joined the army.” you mutter, soap perks up.

“why america?” johnny furrows his brows, and you sigh. “had some family in the army. i didn’t wanna risk it.” you explain, and johnny hums, letting you continue. “i lied about my age, at 17 years old i worked my way up as a scout and a sniper for a whole year until i was eventually put into a special task force of people at 18. we were called ghosts.” johnny chuckles a little at the name. “would a certain someone we know also have been involved?” he jokes, and you chuckle softly. “no. simon wasn’t there.” johnny let’s out a joking “aww”. “what happened in this task force?” he asks. you think for a moment. should you open up? fuck it. you had gotten this far. “this task force was responsible for fighting against a man and his homemade army… rorke. sleazy bastard. he used to be a ghost, y’know..?” of course he didn’t know, but he nodded anyway out of politeness. “so, we went after this fella. me, hesh- david, hesh’s brother logan, elias, merrick… and keegan.” you mutter. “keegan..?”

“we were seeing each other. kinda… i was being distant because at first because i had only turned 18 upon joining the ghosts, he was 38… i felt like i’d get him in trouble… but we grew closer. i told him everything and he simply held me and said “it’s all gonna be okay, kid”. he was so sweet… we were as thick as thieves.” you take a soft breath, gaze flitting away from johnny. he gently pats your shoulder. “where is he now..? if you don’t mind me asking?” johnny mutters. “he went back into the marines after ghosts disbanded.” you respond. “we went our separate ways as i came back to england.”

“why’d they disband? sounds like a good team.” he knew nothing about the team. he just wanted to know more about you. “everything went wrong. lots of people died… the leader of the ghosts was elias walker… david and logan’s father. he died in front of us, and we all felt helpless. it started crumbling there, but we kept on. then… the train- the fucking train.” you grimace, eyes closing. johnny stays quiet, hand rubbing your side gently to ease you back into talking. “what happened on the train..?” he asks after a beat of silence. “there was a fight- hesh got shot and the window broke and it flooded. i didn’t know what to do..” you whisper. soap furrows his brows. “flooded..?”

“we were underwater by the time hesh got shot. the window shattered and we had to scatter. both he and logan were w.i.a…” you explain, and johnny hums. “that makes a bit more sense. what happened after it flooded..?” you take a shaky breath, collecting yourself. “we got out, washed up on some beach… hesh was injured, so was logan. rorke, he was too, but he managed to get up… he-“ you choke up a little, and johnny acts on instinct. he pulls you into a hug. “take your time, doll. it’s okay.” he mutters, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “rorke- he took logan… dragged him away. i tried to get up, to help, but i lost them- i- i could of saved him, johnny…” you whimper, squeezing your friend tightly. “it’s okay. you did the best you could, i’m sure.”

“i was so scared… i froze. i found my way back to david and we cried together until we were rescued. a team swept the jungle, but we never found him… we never found logan- he’s still out there somewhere, johnny. i know he is.” you whisper, voice trembling. “if logan’s a fighter, he’ll be alright. the ghosts will find him.” johnny mutters. “it’s only david now. everyone split. rorke got away. he’s in hiding somewhere… i still have nightmares of him coming after me… after david too.” you mutter. “and that fucking train wreck of a mission.” your face nuzzles into johnny’s neck for comfort, tears wetting his skin. his palm gently rubbed your back until you felt a little better. “did you go home when they disbanded..?” johnny asks, hoping to change the subject. “yeah… i went back to england after seeing a psychologist.” you sit back a little, hands running along his arms before completely separating from johnny.

“it was a november day when i arrived home. all the christmas decorations came were already up.” you smile at the memory, but it’s bitter. “spray on snow, coloured flashing lights, and a damn christmas tree that played silent night, over and over again.” the two of you share a soft chuckle at the thought of the tree. “my parents welcomed me in with loving arms… but after an hour we were back at each other’s throats. that normal happy childhood back on course.” you joke, eyes still watery. “i’m sorry, y/n.” johnny sighs, unsure as to what else to say. “it’s alright. they’re long gone. i joined the army again, in england. that’s where price found me, picked me up…” you and the captain were close, a definite father-daughter bond between you both even though you had only served with the task force for two months. “he’s the reason you joined?” johnny asks, and you nod. “yeah. he saw what i could do and vouched for me.”

“i’m glad he did.” johnny smiles, and you smile too. “me too.” you mutter, glancing away almost shyly. “viper.. where’s that come from?” he asks, and you smile. “keegan always called me it. ‘little viper’. little because i looked so young to them all considering i said i was 21, forged documents and all… and the viper part came from how patient i was, yet my rifle had a sharp, sudden kick, like a viper strike i suppose. i was always quite happy at base, but i went quiet; hyper-focused in the field. sometimes they forgot i was there and i scared them on comms.” you laugh a little. “you still do that now.”

“back then it was worse.” you smile. johnny smiles too, that familiar fondness in his eyes. “it suits you… viper.” johnny mutters, and you smile softly. “yeah..?” you whisper, watching him as he moves in a little closer. “yeah…” his soft eyes flicker down to your lips, and you take that as an invitation. your lips meet, and it’s electric. the two of you part for a moment, checking the other’s reaction carefully before kissing again. your hand rests upon his neck, and johnny hummed softly, leaning in more. his hands slip under the hoodie you always wore under your tactical vest, and your own hands grasp his forearms, encouraging him.

“bloody hell, you two. was wondering where you two went.” a gruff voice snaps, and you both jump away. “simon..” you mutter, wiping your lips a little, looking to johnny and genuinely laughing as he blinks, dumbfounded. he had your face paint plastered faintly on his lips, black and white lines across his lips. quickly, he wipes his lips of the paint and simon rolls his eyes. “get back to bed both of you- separately..!” simon points between you both, clearly a bit grumpy. “roger that, l.t.” you smile at johnny who laughs a little. “is price still on watch?” you ask, and simon nods. “yeah. so get back to bed. we’ve gotta be up early in the morning.” simon commands, and you get up, passing by the tall, grouchy man. johnny does the same.

the room is dark, and you get back onto your makeshift bed, listening as johnny does the same. simon waits for a moment, probably smoking whilst he has the privacy. johnny laughs a little, and you smile. “what?” you ask, voice already humoured. “can’t believe we got caught like that.” johnny chuckles, and you giggle too. “i know. let’s hope he doesn’t tell price. he’ll have your head.” you joke. “yeah right. price loves me.” johnny replies. the two of you go silent as simon walks back in, watching you both carefully before getting to bed himself. as soon as you’re both sure he’s asleep, you both laugh quietly.

after what felt like forever, you had closed your eyes, yet you were anxious of falling asleep. you jump a little as someone nudges up against you, and johnny whispers softly into your ear. “sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.” he mutters, and you smile. “it’s okay. i thought simon said separately.” you joke, and johnny laughs silently. “he’s asleep. he won’t care when he’s awake and had some coffee.” johnny responds. you nod, rolling onto your side to cuddle into him. “so.. are we like..?” johnny trails off. “if you wanna be..?” you mumble, johnny smiles, kissing your lips gently. “alright. g’night, love.” he mumbles, a silent declaration. “good night, johnny.” you respond, squeezing him slightly as he cradles you close. you slept soundly for the first time in a year.

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bonus:

you wake up to the sound of a truck rolling past, raising you up a little as your perked ears listen. it passes by, and you relax a little. price greets you softly, and you groan, head falling back onto your ‘pillow’. over night, johnny had stolen your pillow, so you had decided on using his bicep as a pillow instead. it was warm and comfortable so you didn’t care. “want some coffee, love?” price asks, he was sat next to some coffee pot he found. “there’s no milk, unfortunately. but it’ll do you until we get back to base.” you hum. “five more minutes.” you whine, and johnny shuffles a bit closer, still fast asleep. “evac’s gonna be here in 45. it’ll give you some time to freshen up.” you whine softly, peeling yourself from johnny’s tight grasp and gently shaking him. “no.” he slurs out, and you sigh, shaking him a bit more. eventually, johnny wakes up, wiping his eyes with furrowed brows. you glance to price, who winks at you, either proud or smug that he’s caught you cuddling with soap. simon was sat in the corner, silently sipping his coffee; mask raised a little yet still somehow covering his face.

“mornin’.” johnny stretches dramatically after adjusting to being awake, sitting up as well. “morning.” the sergeant jumps as price chuckles. “coffee, lad?” the older man asks, holding up the pot. “uh, yeah… please.” johnny mutters, acting like a teenager being caught by his girlfriend’s father. in a way, the situation was like that. you shuffle over to price, slouching against his side dramatically as he pours the coffee into two cups. “sleep well?” the captain teases, and you sigh. “shut up.” you accept a cup of coffee, putting it to the side to let it cool. “and you?” price looks to johnny, specifically where your face paint had smudged off onto his shirt. johnny pulls his tactical vest on, cheeks flustered. “yeah. it was alright.” he mumbles, sitting slightly across from price and near you.

“good. simon told me everything.” price deadpans, and johnny chokes on his coffee. one because it was scolding, and two because of the captain’s bluntness. “simon..!” you complain, leaning forward to look at the lieutenant. “sorry.” he shrugs, voice seemingly bored. “no you’re not.” you sneer jokingly, breaking into a smile. “you’re right, viper. i’m not.” simon jokes along, voice still that same monotone. johnny is flustered, swallowing roughly to try and soothe his tongue. “my apologies captain… it won’t happen again.” he mutters, truly afraid of price snapping at him. “you’re alright, son.” the older man laughs softly, and you both deflate a little. “i’m technically not viper’s dad, but she’s the closest i’ve ever had to having a daughter, and i’d still appreciate it if you’d treat her right.” price states, sipping his own coffee. “price.” you sigh, running a hand over your face.

“i will, sir. i promise.” johnny responds smoothly, glancing to you. you smile a little, and johnny smiles too. “right then. now that that’s all sorted, let’s talk about something else, yeah?” price shrugs, and both you and johnny mutter in agreement, simon simply shrugs. “so, johnny… i hear you’re afraid of dogs?” price teases, and poor johnny chokes on his coffee yet again. “you heard all that? even viper’s-?” price raises his hand to silence johnny. “i know of viper’s past. she’s only told me and her psychologist.” you nod a little, it’s sheepish. “i see.” johnny mutters. “i know too. your conversation wasn’t exactly quiet.” simon pipes up, and you roll your eyes. “we know, simon. thanks.” you state sarcastically. johnny huffs out a soft laugh. the bickering and teasing swaps between you all, and you smile to yourself, feeling as though you truly had a family again.

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys

2. The Morning After

Summary: She wakes up the morning after with some fuzzy memory of the night before and Simon muses on the events of the evening.

I'm tagging this as x reader but it is in third person because I'm pretty garbage at writing in second person.

Words: 1.2k

CW: Dubcon bordering on noncon, rough sex (mention only, not really proper smut)

Christ her head was banging. Actually everything was throbbing pretty uncomfortably. The initial thought was that she must have drank a whole bottle of bourbon last night to be feeling like this, the ache between her legs and the scratchiness of her throat meaning she had probably done so with some very good company.

She sat up in bed with a groan when the fuzzy memory came back to her. A skull mask, a motorbike, blood rushing to her head and not being able to breathe. Oh God, her first night and she had went and had a threesome with the Boardwalk troublemakers. How pathetic and blissed was she that she didn't remember getting home? Honestly she didn't remember a lot of the finer details. Had she passed out? How did they even know where she lived to get her home?

She took account of herself. In clean underwear and an oversized t-shirt that certainly was not hers. She felt pretty clean actually and realised with some horror that her hair was damp. Someone had washed her. Someone had washed her hair. She was pretty sure that fully dead to the world to the extend that people had to wash and tuck her in was a level of fucked out that went beyond what should have been possible.

It's not like she was shy about it per se, if anything the way her legs wobbled when she got up was the same sort of satisfying as sore muscles after a work out. But there was no way she could work properly if the people who caused problems were going to be treating her like they had won her. And if she knew anything about men, that's what they would do. She'd be lucky if she could set foot on the Boardwalk without everyone knowing exactly what had happened, they had probably been crowing about it. So her options were to put up with it, to find another job elsewhere or to own it.

Experience told her the first two didn't work out. The third always did. The third was technically how she had met Keegan. It had been after a night with Logan that he had been insufferable about the next day, telling everyone that she was only mouthy until a firm hand got her all compliant and polite. It was Keegan that he had been saying as much to when she had arrived and made comment on how as she remembered it, he was whimpering for her by the end. Hadn't he needed her permission to cum? It was so nice seeing that little submissive side of his. Logan had promptly stopped bringing it up after that and Keegan had howled with laughter, their strange flirtationship starting from there.

A wave of light headedness hit and she decided that she could deal with it tomorrow. It wasn't like she needed to be anywhere, the way it worked at these places was you got paid when you showed up but you didn't have a set shift, at least not until you had established yourself. And catching the mess of her neck in the mirror she thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to lay low and see if she couldn't use the cold spoon trick to try and get the hickies to be less horrendous.

Today she could take a hot bath, try and stretch out her sore muscles. She had to eat, she felt horribly weak. Only when she went to the kitchen to see if she still had any of the junk food she had bought on her first day she found the place stocked with all manner of fresh foods, weighing heavily on steak, spinach and oysters of all things. She ripped open the cabinets to find they were full as well, some fancy brand of dark chocolate right at the front with a ribbon tied around it.

What the everloving fuck.

--

Simon was inclined to let Keegan fuck Johnny's brains out next time he was in town. This particular little gift was by far the best he had ever sent.

In hindsight of course she had been meant for them. What were the chances they came to see John at the exact time she was looking for Hellraiser. That was always how Keegan identified his gifts, had them sweetly going to the store to pick up one of his recommendations. Always horror.

Only this one had bite, this one fought the instinct to be afraid of Johnny when he got in her face. She had tried to soothe John, thinking they were there to mess with him. How sweet, what a demure little thing. Johnny had been chomping at the bit to eat her and Kyle had been a right git about it when he had lost the coin toss for the priveledge.

John had taken him to the side, told him to try her out, see what he thought. Simon hadn't really known what he meant, him and Johnny were going to kill her tonight. He laughed now, realising that John had known straight away they wouldn't kill her, they'd have one taste of her pretty little cunt and be gone for her.

He almost took her right there on the carousel, cock straining against his pants at her defiance. He had fallen in love with her right then. They had been watching her all night, the way she lost herself to her senses being overstimulated. They way she couldn't keep her hands off of everything around her, needed to feel something. He had to let Johnny ride his thigh to get some relief when the man was panting after her, ready to go feral. Such an impatient little mutt, he'd need to punish him for that later.

Fuck she had been so good for them, came so hard everytime they wanted her to. Fought against it when it got too much and then came anyway. Got Johnny begging real nice as well.

She wouldn't even remember the second round, not after being fed from. Couldn't have her knowing about them just yet, it would ruin all of the fun.

Johnny was such a messy pup about it, fucking her into the ground without even licking the bite wound closed, letting her get smeared with blood and arousal and dirt. And just when he thought they had pushed her to the breaking point she got mean, bit Johnny right back like she was the predator here. Even rode his face when Simon had picked her up and placed her at Johnny's mouth so he could bite at that artery in her thigh he knew Johnny loved to feed from. That was when Johnny had fallen in love, when she had been pushed beyond human into something feral.

He considered leaving her there when he fucked another load into her, groaning at the image of her waking up dazed and confused with him dripping from her. But no, their sweet little thing had done so well for them and they took care of what was theirs.

She'd need to get her strength up after all, wouldn't be fair to keep John and Kyle from her forever.

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hi! 🍓 anon again and I wanted to thank you on the kick request !!!! it's so fhfusjdhudjskxnd i need more kick fics fr 🗣‼️‼️‼️

anyways, I was hoping you can do logan x reader where they both go to the beach to relax after a tired some mission. as they walk alongside the ocean, logan picks up a rock that matches the reader's eye color and the reader does the same thing with logan

A/N🪶: Sorry this took me so long, school has been kicking my ass. Very cute idea! This fic will not specify Reader’s eye color.

Warnings: Mentions/descriptions of injuries, Swearing, Riley, Fluffy, Hand smooches, gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Eyes Like Gravel, Logan Walker x Reader

You plopped down in the chopper, leaning your head back until it gently tapped against the wall of the aircraft. 

You did good. The mission went as expected but it was still harder than any of you could’ve anticipated. David was stitching up Keegan, who had been stabbed. The cut was more grisly than you would like to admit. Not that you couldn’t handle it, you kind of had to if you wanted to be on a team like this, but that doesn’t mean you want to see one of your friends getting torn open by some terrorist bastard.

Logan was helping to hold Keegan in place and pinch his skin together for the suture. The bloodied man who was receiving the stitches was gripping Logan’s arm. You saw his fingers twitch every once in a while, whether caused by lingering pain or accidentally shifting the wrong way, you don’t know. Merrick sat beside you across the way as the men worked. Despite how exhausted you felt, both of you were ready to get up should anything happen.

Kick was up front flying back to base. You could hear him muttering into his mic, probably talking to Neptune or someone back home. It was about 1600 hours. Definitely not time to sleep but you could at least get food in a bit. 

“And… there. Should be good until the Doc can get a look at it.” David pat Keegan’s knee gently.

“Thanks, kid.” Keegan rasped. The chopper jerked, forcing him to shift again. Keegan grunted as he dug his gloved fingers into his seat. “Damnit.” His hand came up to cup the area the stitches were. The brothers helped him to position himself more comfortably. Merrick brought his hand up to his comms.

“Kick, what’s the eta?” He asked. 

Keegan wasn’t dying but he was still in pain. It made you upset to see the most careful person on your team have to grit his teeth. 

“10 or so minutes.” Kick called back. “How is it?” Keegan grunted again.

“Just peachy.”

You just wanted to go home, be away from carnage for a little bit. Maybe play with Riley. Merrick patted your back and massaged your shoulder from his seat. You looked at him.

“We’ll be home soon, kid, close your eyes for a bit.” You sighed through your nose and leaned back against the wall. You looked around the chopper, eventually meeting Logan’s eyes. Pretty little things.

Logan offered a small smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. You could tell he was still in work mode but he was trying to help. He always wanted to help even when he didn’t need to. He probably got that from David. You smiled back, forcing your muscles to work just enough to let him know you appreciated the effort. Logan seemed to relax a little at that.

You angled your head upwards and closed your eyes. Your focus was on your breathing, trying to force some of the leftover adrenaline out. Not that it would work, but as long as you tried, that’s what mattered, right?

Eventually, your descent began and all of you prepared to get off. Logan and David each used an arm to help Keegan. Merrick got off first and stood on the ground  as Keegan sat on the floor of the chopper and hopped off. The captain was quick to grab Keegan when his legs almost gave out upon contacting the ground. The two walked towards an awaiting nurse and the doctor on base. The brothers followed. David turned and called back to you.

“Hey, can you check on Riley and I’ll pick him up from you later?” You simply nodded and started walking the opposite direction. You missed the way Logan stared back at you for a moment.

You and Riley played for a little while outside. You threw a ball David had miraculously found on one of your outings. Riley never liked going without it. When he did have to go to work, he left the ball in one of your rooms, usually on the foot of someone’s bed. Riley ran back to you, ball between teeth. He dropped it at your feet and you took the time to pet him a little. The feeling of his fur was always relaxing on your fingertips. You still had some leftover adrenaline and were trying to force it down. Force the feeling of being watched out of your system, but every time that just made it worse.

Your breathing picked up when you heard a twig snap, your head swirling around as you snatched your knife from your side, the tip aiming at the source of the noise.

Logan. He had put his hands up. Your breathing was still hard as you brought your knife down and put it back in its place. Logan slowly approached you and signed to you.

“Are you okay?” You just nodded and breathed out your nose. Logan kept his eyes on you, you were avoiding eye contact. Logan sat without saying anything, patting the ground beside him. You swallowed and sat down on the grass.

You both sat in silence. You didn’t speak, Logan didn’t sign. You took turns throwing the ball for Riley. After about 10 minutes when you had calmed down a bit more, Logan paused. 

“Do you want to go to the beach?”

“Do you?”

“It might be nice.” You thought for a moment.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

~small time skip~ 

Riley ran along the beach, occasionally dipping his paws in the water before running back past you both. You giggled at his antics. He always had a way of reminding you that he, too, was not just a soldier. You and Logan continued walking as Riley kept running. You looked around at the empty beach, the colors of the sky changed, a gradient of pink and orange near the sunset and a deep blue as you looked away. It was refreshing. The calm waves with the painted sky. You inhaled the slightly salty air, a deep breath in, and exhaled. You closed your eyes and angled your head at the sky as you continued the deep breaths.

“Feel better?” Logan asks. His voice smooth. He usually saved talking for when everyone got home, when he could let the stress go. The walking must be helping him too.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “it feels better.” Logan stayed quiet for a moment. Riley came jogging back, he had something in his mouth. “Whatcha got, boy?” Logan squatted down and held his hand out. 

Riley dropped a rock into the soldier’s hand. It was almost oval shaped, one half wider than the other. The whole thing was almost the size of Logan’s palm. The color was a deep, bronze-like brown, with splashes of dark gray and light brown speckles. It was pretty. Logan looked up at you and showed you. 

“I guess it caught his eye.” He smiled. You grabbed the rock and stared at it. You met Logan’s eyes and held the rock near his face. Without moving his head, his eyes flicked between the rock in his peripheral and you, confused.

“The color of your eyes are really close.” He chuckled.

“I wonder if there’s one that’s a perfect match.” You looked out to where Riley had come from.

“I’ll look for one for you and you look for one for me, ok?” He nodded and you were off. You scanned the ground, trying to focus. You found dark browns, dark grays, light grays, ones that were almost white. Nothing. Eventually, you began picking up every brown one you saw before you ran over to Logan to compare it. Most rocks ended up being dropped back or thrown into the water. 

That was until you got closer to the water, coming across a little pebble that was stuck in the sand. It was light brown with darker brown dots across it. It was a tinge red, giving it a warm appearance. This one, it was this one. You walked back over to Logan determined to see if you finally found one. He turned to you and looked at it. You held it up to his face and he kept his eyes on you. Your smile told him everything.

“Perfect.” You whispered. Logan bit his lip trying not to smile. Both of you stared at one another, the rock long forgotten. Slowly, you both leaned closer to one another. His breath tickled your lips, your eyes fluttered shut, his hands held yours.

The moment was so perfect… until Merrick’s voice crackled through his walkie-talkie.

“Hey, I know you guys are falling in love and everything, but we need you back here.”

You jerked back at the sudden interruption. Logan looked at the sky and sighed. You heard laughing over the walkie. You met Logan’s eyes, your face burned a sudden shyness.

“We should, uh, head back.” You suggested. Logan nodded, whistling to Riley. As you walked, before you stepped off of the sand, Logan stopped. He grabbed your hand and took the rock you picked up, leaving his own in its place. He took your free hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss into your skin. Your body warmed as you stared at him. He watched your reaction, the slow smile that wormed its way onto your face. You returned the gesture, kissing his calloused hand as you kept your eyes on his.

You both giggled and continued walking back home, hand in hand, rocks in your pockets and Riley in front of you.

Even on the most tiresome days, you could always find the strength to smile at one another.

The End <3

Happy Valentine’s, cuties!!!

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Hi! May we please see something angsty like Logan returning home and either having been successfully brainwashed or just severely traumatized(again) and he falls in love with reader maybe?

If this isn’t your type of thing to write about that’s absolutely okay! Thank you for reading anyway!

Logan Walker x Best Friend! Nurse!Reader

TW- Brief mention of torture

Word Count- 1.3k

Summary- Recovery isn't always linear but we persevere.

[A/N]- So formatting may be a bit weird, this was written on a computer but had to be posted from a phone. Hopefully this marks the end of this hiatus!!!

Logan’s rescue had been no small feat. It took months to track down where they were keeping him and another week to prepare for getting him back.

You were there when they rushed him into the hospital near midnight. Hesh had all but demanded that you be one of the nurses to take care of him when he arrived. Nearly getting kicked out of the hospital for fighting with your supervisor, who didn’t want you on the team due to “personal conflicts.” Which was fair, it was a part of the rules set for the hospital staff. But you couldn’t care, you told them you would be there regardless if they scheduled you or not.

So you were on call, watching in horror as they rolled him straight into surgery. He looked so small on the gurney, his ribs defined and there were more darkened bruises and blood clinging to him than there was clear skin. You had stood there stunned with your mind racing a hundred miles an hour. Cataloging every visible injury. Looking up in a haze at the team members that had carried him in. Hesh’s desperate look as he stood there in blood soaked gear snapping you out of it, immediately getting to work.

Logan was in surgery for hours, his heart stopping twice and each time they brought him back sent striking pains of anxiety and despair through you. Eventually you had to leave the operating room but you did not leave the hospital. Sticking yourself to Hesh as he sat in the private waiting room, Riley laying under his chair.

There Hesh made you an offer, move in with them and help him get his baby brother back and that he’d even pay you for it. The only correct answer had been an immediate acceptance.

Logan had been wheelchair bound for the first few months but as he regained his strength, he was able to leave that behind. Graduating to crutches. He wouldn’t leave the house, he had become borderline agoraphobic. Often opting to stick to his brother like glitter or staying in his room, only emerging for meals and the little bit of exercise or therapy that his recovery called for.

You couldn’t lie to yourself, it hurt seeing your best friend barely acknowledge you but in these times you stuck near him at all possible times. Sitting in the living room with the both of them and conversing. Sitting in the chair in his room as you read books to him or watched movies. A routine was established and slowly the variants came. He wanted to sit on the back porch. A walk down the street and back. A quick trip to the store with his brother.

You took what victories you could get and you embraced the setbacks with gentle hands and a soft voice.

Waking him from nightmares, accepting that he will wake up violently. The first time it happened left bruises in the shape of his hands across your throat. And you can’t lie to yourself, it scared you and made you hesitate for a few days. Wondering how much of your best friend was still in there.

Tonight is no different. Well actually that's a lie. Today marked a full year since they brought Logan home. There was no celebration, no party but there were visits from the other men that make up the Ghosts. Merrick and Keegan had visited together. A bottle of bourbon and a few books in their hands. Kick and a few of Logan's old company dropped by to bring him assorted items found around the city.

You watched Logan take everything in stride. Somehow managing to smile and thank them even if it was forced.

Baby steps, right? That’s what matters right now.

-

Sleep evades you.

Rain pelted the windows with unrelenting force, the storm had rolled in fast. The wind and thunder rumbling so loud that you almost missed the startled cry from the man in the bed across the room from you.

Standing up from your chair and walking over to his bedside. Hands slowly reaching out to wake him as he tosses and turns, stuck in an unknown nightmare. It's routine at this point, having the action of waking Logan down to a science.

Placing both hands on his shoulders and shoving him roughly down into the mattress, then taking a few steps back as he comes up swinging like a mad-man. Technically he is, you silent muse before setting to work.

“Logan, hey it's alright. You're home, it's just a nightmare.” Your voice soft and non-threatening as you keep your hands where he can see them. Palms splayed out so he doesn't think you have a weapon hidden.

His eyes are wild. A scared and wounded animal being cornered by something much bigger than him. His head turns rapidly as he looks around for any possible threat as you reach over to turn the light on.

The dim beside lamp illuminating the room enough to calm him down.

He sighs and looks over at you, the look on his face speaks of volumes of exhaustion that you will likely never experience. Logan's hands begin to move, using sign language to communicate. He was never very vocal before Rourke, but he's completely muted now. Preferring to just sign whatever he needs to say.

“Thank you.” The motion from his chin out sluggish.

Nodding and sitting down at the foot of his bed, “Want to go sit on the back porch again? It's a good storm tonight.”

A tradition you two have taken up since his return. Logan won't tell you why but his dislike of the rain has become and obsession. You suspect Rourke had him somewhere dry…he was severely dehydrated and burnt when he was wheeled into your hospital.

There's a second of hesitation from the youngest Walker brother before he nods his head, his left hand making a knocking motion in the air.

Standing up and reaching out your hand to help him up from the messy bed. “Let's go then, I think David's asleep so we don't have to worry about his mother-henning.” Truly, Hesh has been trying his best and has definitely earned the right to be overbearing. But it's nice to have a moment or so where it's just you and Logan.

Slipping out the bedroom and through the house to the backdoor, lightning occasionally flashing through the windows. Immediately after opening the door and stepping onto the porch are you both assaulted with cold rain.

But you've already committed to the bit and with the way Logan tightens his grip on your hand to lead you into the storm, you don't exactly have a chance to retreat. You go to protest but the sleepy and happy look on his face stops you, that's a genuine smile.

Oh holy shit, he's smiling and you don't have a camera! That doesn't matter, as you are pulled into a spiral. Logan is spinning you in circles and a stutter in your heart you haven't allowed yourself to feel in a long time makes a return.

Viciously.

You laugh and follow the man, dancing in the rain like a couple of fools. It's dangerous, a night time thunder storm with heavy lightning? Neither of you can be bothered to care about the potential of a lightning strike.

Lost in the way that your hands touch and the look in his eyes, if the price of seeing him smile is ruined pajamas then so be it.

There's a moment where he stops, letting you two catch your breath as the sky flashes above. A split second where his eyes meet yours and he extends his hand towards you.

He's reaching out for comfort. And the swiftness that you accept his offer is laughable. Pulling him close into a hug that he doesn't reject. Instead he holds onto you like you might disappear if he lets go.

His lips are on yours and he dips you to punctuate the dance, like something from a romance movie lightning flashes to light up this moment.

Maybe everything will be alright.

[loganwalkerz]

Cod Ghosts, Fed Logan x Keegan mini fic/ideas.

Tws: obsessive unhealthy behavior, kidnapping, mention of torture but no details

Fed Logan idolising and putting Keegan on this pedestal because he was the closest thing Logan had to a friend and was the one to "rescue" him from Rorke.

He doesn't leave the federation but instead captures Keegan and keeps him inside a safe room instead of the feds base. One that Rorke used to use for Logan when the pits "magic" began to properly work to make Logan more complient and obediant. It's a step up from the pit. it's got a proper roof, heating, and an actual bed. The best part in Logans opinion? It's safe from the lower beings. Away from those that don't deserve Keegans beauty and godly grace.

Only Logan is allowed to view those things. He's Logans God, no one else's. He's Logans and his alone. He doesn't even let Rorke inside, he's insists that Keegan is just a mere pet to him.

But that's just to keep the higher off Logans back about emotional attachments. Because inside the room, Keegan is always treated like royalty. Like he's the lord above that Logan's been searching for his entire life ever since his mother passed.

At first, Keegan resisted. He tried to keep Logan at arms length, knowing how the federation had rotted his brain.

But Keegan also knows he can use Logans attatchemt to his advantage, so he continues to let Logan get more and more obsessed in hopes one day Keegan can play Logans mind into helping Keegan escaping the imprisonment but also so he can take Logan with him.

But for now he accepts Logans treatment inside the warm room he was given, letting Logan do as he pleased as long Keegan wasn't getting hurt. Even convincing Logan to not kill the other Ghosts but to bring them to Keegan as "fellow worshipers"

Basically, Keegans is willing to play into FED Logans new broken mind set for the chance of survival, not just for him but for his fellow Ghosts and logan. He knew Elias's spirit may be a little concerned, but Keegan knew the father would understand.

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We're Ghosts | Keegan P Russ x m!reader

Anonymous asked: "I was so fucking worried, when they'd said that you-" "Hey, it's alright. Look, I'm fine" with Keegan P. Russ x m!reader (pls that man is too fine 🤭)

summary: Keegan gets hurt, and although you know it'll boil your blood to find out what happened, you go to see him anyway.

tws: swearing, mentions of gun violence

You weren't known for sitting still, doing as you were told, and obeying direct orders; maybe that's why the Special Reconnaissance Regiment, the SRR, were so eager to pawn you off onto the Ghosts, knowing that you did better in small groups where authority was more blurred, but you didn't mind. You worked well with them, Keegan especially.

Keegan seemed to understand your way of thinking, for the most part, and he seemed to be able to balance you out; between your rash and hasty decisions, your distaste for Americans and lack of willingness to trust them, Keegan managed to find a way to use it for the betterment of the team and of the operations that you were sent on.

While you would shout and scream and lose your temper at the slightest little thing gone wrong, Keegan was quiet, reserved, and a Hell of a lot calmer than you. You worked well together, you really did, and it helped that you enjoyed one another's company as well; you liked being together, which made your teamwork that much better.

You waited in the office for Keegan to come back with the others, reading a copy of Sun Tzu's The Art Of War as you kicked your legs up on the desk and leaned back; Riley was laid in his basket, curled up and only daring to trot over to you when he wanted a scratch behind the ears or a chicken foot. But he whimpered when the door opened, and when everyone but Keegan walked in, you frowned.

"Where the fuck is he?"

"He got shot," Logan shrugged. "He's in the infirmary now."

You didn't think twice, getting up and heading towards the door, but when Riley tried to push his nose past your leg and get out, you sighed, and gently pushed him back. "Not right now, Riley, we'll go for a walk later, yeah?"

The dog huffed, returning to his basket as you managed to get through the door; the infirmary wasn't far, thankfully, and you ran as quickly as you could while your head spun. A thousand thoughts coursed through your head as your legs did all the work, a lurcher after a hare; your chest began to feel hollow when you got closer, breath leaving you quicker and quicker as your breathing got shallower and harsher. Tears in your eyes and your legs getting weaker as you crashed into the nearest doctor, nearly taking him down as you grabbed him and shook him.

"Keegan P. Russ," you huffed out. "Where the fuck is he?"

The doctor waited a moment for the shock to wash over him before he cleared his throat, and pointed down the hall. "He's down there, Sergeant... by the way, if you happen to come across any scissors, could you bring them to me? I lost mine, and need them back, Sir."

You didn't even answer, taking off down the hallway as you glanced at the names on the rooms, coming to a skidding halt when you saw Keegan's; you pried it open, and almost collapsed as you came crashing down on the scratchy navy chair beside his bed, immediately taking his hand as you swallowed thickly.

"Keegan? Keegan, you okay?"

Slowly, Keegan opened his eyes, daring to look at you for a moment; he let out a harsh puff of air, and glanced down at how you were holding his hand; he felt fine, a little tired and groggy and worn out, but he wasn't in any pain. "I was sleeping, asshole."

Gently, you brought your free hand to his face, gently rubbing your thumb up and down his skin as you sighed heavily, relief mixing with caught breaths. "Sorry... are you in any pain? Any discomfort?"

He shook his head, running a hand through his black hair, coating it with the swear from his forehead as he kept his eyes on you and made no move to wrench his hand free of your grasp. He turned his palm over so that he could properly lock his fingers with yours, his thumb resting on your knuckles. "No... go back to the office, Sir, I'll be there soon enough."

"No," you shook your head, clearing your throat to try and rid your voice of the melancholic breaking. "No, I'm not leaving your side. Not again."

"Go," he growled. "I'm fine."

"No," you argued. "No, Keegan... fuck, I was so fucking worried, when they'd said that you-"

"Hey, it's alright. Look, I'm fine." He made a point to tap his chest just to make sure you could see. "I'm fine, (y/n)."

"Where were you hit?"

"I wasn't," he sniffled, the oncoming of a cold starting to bubble to the surface as he wiped his nose. "They shot at me, nearly hit me, but didn't even break the skin."

You frowned, falling silent for a moment; but then you gritted your teeth, snarling quietly as you dared to tell him, "whoever shot at you, I'm gonna find the cunt... and I'm gonna kill 'em. I'm gonna rip their fucking head from their shoulders."

"No," Keegan growled, shaking his head. "That's an order, no."

You clenched your jaw, glaring down at him as your temper started to rise; the thought that anyone would even try to hurt him, even try and scathe him with a bullet, made you more wrathful than anything else in the world ever could. "Then court martial me. I'm not obeying that order."

"(y/n)," he hissed, sitting upright and speaking through gritted teeth. "If you disobey this order, if you disobey me, I'll kick you through the fucking roof."

"Then do it," you challenged. "No one, no fucking body, has the right to try and take you away from me."

He fell silent, casting his gaze to the wall in front of him as he felt his stomach drop; this wasn't just you protecting a teammate, this wasn't just a case of you trying to get revenge for a teammate. This was something different. This was something that couldn't be controlled and couldn't be squashed with mere orders. This was something that Keegan had never been exposed to before, and he wasn't really sure how he was supposed to react; he kept staring at the wall for a moment, jaw clenching as he sighed heavily, brought his hand to swipe down his face. He couldn't deny that his hand felt akin to a fucking lead weight as he kept staring at the wall; the blank grey canvas upon which sat a chrome light switch and a black television, the screen echoing his reflection.

Nobody was going to take him away from you.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

You shrugged. "I care about you, Keegan, a lot more than I care to admit, and I'll be fucking scorned and damned if some fucking trigger happy cunt with an AK-47 takes you away."

"Again," he cleared his throat, finally meeting your gaze as he stared at you, confusion evident in those pretty blue eyes. "What the fuck do you mean?"

"Keegan," you grumbled. "I wanna be your boyfriend. That's what the fuck I mean."

He nodded, dropping his gaze to the ground. "But I'm a ghost."

"So am I," you pointed out. "I gave up a very fucking decent career with the SRR for this, y'know. I became a ghost, too."

"You can't love a ghost."

"Then what the fuck am I feeling?" You asked with a sharp bite.

"Respectfully," he shook his head as he coughed softly, "shut the fuck up, Sir... you can be my boyfriend, I don't fucking mind, but... we're ghosts, (y/n). Don't forget that."

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Always Attract (Logan Walker x Reader)

TW: Mentions of alcohol and intoxication, otherwise more unedited chaos :D

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Keegester: Bring your boyfriend home before someone else does

You felt your eyebrows shoot up at the text, wondering how much trouble your sweet boyfriend had gotten himself into during their night out.

Give me 10 minutes, I'm on my way. Don't let him leave with anyone, he'll be too shy to leave in the morning.

You walked in, smiling as you saw Logan sitting happily sandwiched between Keegan and Merrick. You realized as you approached that this seating arrangement was keeping your boyfriend in place as the other two enjoyed their beers and soft conversation.

"He's been making a killing tonight" Merrick joked, sliding you a small stack of dollar bills as Logan hummed. Eyes closed as his head was leaned against the older man's shoulder. "We made sure it remained PG though". You stifled a laugh as your boyfriend happily nodded, eyes still closed and head perched on Merrick's shoulder.

Walking around behind the men, you slipped your one arm over Logan's shoulder, pulling him slightly back into you. Pouting softly as he tensed up with a sour look on his face.

"No freebies" he mumbled. Pulling himself forward and leaning against the bar. Keegan and Merrick howling with laughter as you sighed to yourself and grabbed Logans shoulder. "No freebies. I know my worth" he mumbled again, jerking away from you.

"I know your worth too Logan, now let's go home" you sighed, running your hand along his arm.

"Ma'am." He gasped, turning around to look you in the eye "how forward, I'm flattered but no". You watched as he focused on you, as his features softened into a small smile. "Love. You're here" you felt hands on your waist as he leaned his head against your chest.

"To take you home babes. Before one of your spectators beats me to it" you hummed, pressing a loving kiss against his hair.

"One of them has been buying all my drinks tonight, I could get them to pay for yours too" he looked up at you, chin against your front as he wore a proud, lopsided smirk.

"As tempting as that sounds, we could also go home." You wagered, gauging Logans reaction before continuing. "Change into pj's, curl up in bed and watch a movie on Netflix. How's that sound?" You regretted your wording the moment you saw his eyes light up, not with passion. But with a fire started by arson.

"Netflix and chi-" you slapped your hand over his mouth, giving him a stern look as you heard his muffled giggles and hiccups. You chanced a look at Keegan and Merrick, who were clearly highly amused by his antics. You shot Keegan a pleading look, hoping that since Logan looked up to him that maybe he'd convince the boy to go home.

"You're cut off kid, go home." Keegan chuckled, patting Logan's shoulder a couple of times before shoving him forward off the stool and further into your embrace.

"Lame" Your boyfriend mumbled, mouth still covered. He shifted, standing up straight as he (begrudgingly) followed you out to the vehicle. "Don't tell them, but I'm really happy I'm finally going home" Logan attempted to whisper as the two of you left . Clearly not realizing he was speaking at his normal volume.

"I won't say anything, but let's go get some sleep" you nodded along.

--

"Are you sure we can't do anything? I love you, I want you" placing a bottle of water and painkillers on the nightstand you rolled your eyes.

"I said we could cuddle and watch Netflix. Not fuck and then watch the credits. Now take your clothes off and change into this" you threw the pair of sweatpants at your still very intoxicated, very dressed boyfriend.

"You're giving me mixed messages" he complained, but started fighting to get his shirt off, getting about halfway before stopping. "I might puke". You nudged the garbage can closer to his side of the bed -- planning this out before you left to pick him up. Strategically placed garbage cans and bucket throughout the house.

"Then it's clearly time for sleep Lo" you rubbed your hand lightly across his now exposed lower back. Smiling at how he leaned into the touch slightly, before standing up to finish changing. Once he managed himself into his sweatpants, you flipped the blanket back, ushering him into the bed.

"Don't leave me, I love you so much. You're too good to me" he pouted, watching as you pulled the blanket back over him.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to brush my teeth really quick then be right back" You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before walking into the bathroom, quickly getting ready for sleep and cuddles with your extra loving boyfriend.

As you expected, Logan was out cold when you returned. One arm sprawled over your side of the bed as he laid on his stomach. You quietly slipped in beside him, smiling wide as you felt yourself be pulled flush against his body.

" 'm gonna marry you someday" you heard a sleepy, drunken whisper from behind you, before feeling a kiss pressed to your hair and a face nuzzle into your neck.

Bonus:

Keegster: Is he alive?

Ha, barely. Currently curled up in the bathtub with a bucket and crackers.

Keegster: He forgot his tips from last night. Merrick said he can't have them until he comes back to base on Monday

Isn't that big training op on Monday? With everyone under mandatory attendance?

Merrick: Exactly.

Taglist: (thank you beautiful soul for wanting to be part of this ❤️), @bloodonmyhands-1221

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Updated Request Information Guideline as of 3/5/2023 to Present

I've decided to update my request guidelines to better reflect my needs for submissions, what I’m comfortable with, etc. Please read this before you request anything.

WHO I’LL WRITE FOR:

Modern Warfare II - 

John Price

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Simon ‘Ghost' Riley

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Phillip Graves

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Modern Warfare (2019) -

Alex Keller

CoD: Ghosts -

Keegan P. Russ 

David ‘Hesh’ Walker

Logan Walker

Thomas A. Merrick

Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson

Kick

Modern Warfare: Multiplayer - 

Arthur

Nikto

König

Krueger

Misc. -

Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson (MWII (2009))

James Ramirez (MWII (2009))

Derek ‘Frost’ Westbrook (MWIII (2011))

Sandman (MWIII (2011))

Original timeline character ver., e.g., '09 Soap, Ghost, etc.

If you would want someone to be added to this list - please ask and I'll look into it!

WHAT CONTENT I’M NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING/GENERAL REFUSALS:

Anything involving - 

Dubcon/Noncon

"Dark" content

In-game characters being asked to be portrayed as toxic/abusive/obsessive/etc.

Daddy kink

Pedophilia

Racism/hatred of a certain group of people, etc.

Petplay & anything in that area

Intense descriptions of SA*

Intense descriptions of Self-harm*

*I’m alright with writing very light references/insinuations after the fact - but no way in-depth.

WHAT I AM COMFORTABLE WRITING:

Involving - 

NSFW/smut

SFW

Angst

Intense gore/violence

Character death (major or minor)

Character pregnancy/having children/being parents, etc.

Pretty much anything not mentioned in the above category, always within reason, is fair game. If you’re unsure about your idea, please ask.

IMPORTANT INFO:

I only write F!Reader x M!Character fics

I do not write ship content

I ask that physical descriptions be left out of requests so I can write as vaguely as possible 

I also ask that any smut/NSFW requests be vague, not incredibly vulgar. A little idea of what you want is perfect, but I would rather you don’t send in multiple paragraphs of just....y’know. I put my ‘read-more’ bars and warnings to separate the contents from the main header, if you get what I’m saying.

It may help me more if you include a few sentences of what you’re thinking for your request - like a basic outline or literally just a prompt

You may send in a request and I may not be able to write it for a while, so, please be patient. I’ll get there eventually!

Just a reminder that every request may not turn into a fic - it’s all up to the time I’m able to put into writing and if I get that spark of imagination. I mean no harm/have no malicious intent if I’m unable to post/work on your request. There are a multitude of amazing authors on this website that may be able to write for you instead!

And, remember, if you’re confused/want further clarification it’s perfectly fine to ask me! I have no problem with answering questions.

Finally, thanks to everyone who sends in requests, general asks, etc. It’s incredibly uplifting to receive such support! Love you all!

[simonxriley]

C, I, Q for the fanfic asks!

C: What character do you identify with most?

Simon "Ghost" Riley (OG). Without going into details we have a lot of similarities and he was just someone I could connect/identify with. Also Liz.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Angst 100%, both in reading and writing. I just love angst and will put it into my fic no matter the plot 🫣.

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

I have so many discarded projects, some I do wish I wrote. I do have this one discarded scene from Jade Helm where Tachanka was going to beat the shit out of Skylar's ex-highly abusive boyfriend, but i didn't want to do the whole legal thing so I scrapped it. I'll mention like two of the discarded projects i have. One is a werewolf au for Skylar. She gets attacked by a group of them while out on a mission, she ends up getting injured and she goes missing. It's pretty much about Tachanka trying to find her and Skylar trying to learn how to live being a werewolf. The other one I have is a Keegan x Liz fic. In all my fics with her she has never had a good relationship with Hesh, this time around she's going too. And not have a good one with Logan, at least in the beginning. Things change between them as the story progresses.

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Tagged by the lovely Callofdooty, thanks for it!

3 Ships You Like: HMMM. Kick x Hesh (what are these two called?), Zosan, and Keegan x Logan ( aka: Walruss).

Honourable Mentions: Keejax (COD: Ghosts), Ghosthusbands (COD: Ghosts), and Frobin (One Piece).

First Ship Ever: I think it was either, Aaron x Aphmau or Garroth x Aphmau. (All from MCD aka: Minecraft Diaries).

Last Song You Heard: "Hell is Forever" It's a Hazbin Hotel song. It has the Beetlejuice guy in it.

Favourite Childhood Book: I have the memory of a spoon, I don't know what I read as a wee child.

Currently Reading: Many Fanfics. But also The Silence of The Girls by Pat Barker!

Currently Watching: A Philza VOD from February 7th.

Currently Consuming: Cold Water.

Currently Craving: Nothing really.

Tagging: @uniquetosmbody @tokillamockingbird427 UHHHH and anyone else who wants to participate! :D

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📓 *Smacks table* your ideas, share 'em.

Wide eye shaking intensifies 👀

Uhh...uhh *nervous paper shuffling*

They're embarrassing, but I do have one I've been day dreaming about! I can't include my Ghost fic because I do have a solid start on that, lol.

So! The one that's been really slapping me in the face is a dragon au. Yes, you heard me. A dragon au.

So I don't have a solid plot right now, or plan, but the jist is that Logan is raised by his sweet little grandmother, who's supposed to be around 97 years old and still going strong. She can still lift things, she's agile and has great strength. Anyhoot, Logan is secretly a bastard to the King, the half brother to Prince David, but no one knows Logan is, not even Elias. Only Logan's grandmother and one or two others know, and they keep Logan relatively safe from any potential threats.

Dragons "aren't real" yet his grandmother is always telling him stories of his people and how he comes from an ancient and royal bloodline. He doesn't believe her, and even if he did, his royal heritage would hold no power as his entire family and kingdom from 300+ years ago were wiped out by a massive black dragon (supposedly) with dazzling blue eyes.

Logan is skeptical, but his grandmother still tells him stories. To support them financially where they live in a small house on the outskirts of their little town, he helps on a farm, and even takes care of an older blind gentlemen, named Rorke. He often tells Logan stories as well when he cooks and helps clean. Rorke will sometimes hold Logan's face and stare at him, Logan swears Rorke can see him, even if he is blind.

Now, he's also trained by two local ex knights who left their order to pursue more serious threats rather than political agendas of their kings. Even though Logan doesn't believe in the dragon myth, he allows Merrick and Kick to train him in the art of using large bows and weapons with special made black arrows with obsidian tips. They can be dipped in oil and launched via large bows to take down dragons. (Once more, supposedly. Logan is that one character that refuses to believe in fantastical things even when their whole world has gone to chaos). This is actually supported by King Elias, who does believe dragons still exist and pose a serious threat to his people. There are others who train with Logan, but Merrick and Kick (who is usually dressed in all black and has a mask covering his face from his nose down) focus on Logan and what he can do. They're all well built, with strong arms for pulling large bow strings and even stronger legs to keep them in position.

One of the stories his grandmother tells him is of this ancient prince and his family. The Russ bloodline. It is believed they had the power to harness and control dragons, and that is how they fought and won their battles. They would give their enemies a chance to surrender, and then would call upon their dragons to wipe them all out when they didn't. King Perseus Russ, his wife Queen Evette Russ, and their two sons prince Keegan and prince Daniel are seen on a tapestry Logan's grandmother keeps in a chest in her room. None of them are smiling and Keegan looks just like his father. Same blue eyes and black hair. Daniel looks like his mother, with black hair and deep violet eyes. (I've actually made Daniel an OC of sorts. Not much is known about him, but Keegan is said to have had a little brother named Daniel)

Logan's grandmother relentlessly tells stories of the oldest prince as if she knew him personally, often times dragging Logan from his work as if trying to warn him.

After Logan looks at the tapestry, the long dead Prince's gorgeous blue eyes seem to constantly lure him in, and at one point he steals a drawn picture he finds with his grandmother's things. These eyes and his past haunt him until he can't ignore it any longer and some serious shit happens.

Ye, it's not great, it's not even good, BUTT, I have plans and am still working out the details. That's just one of many though, lol. My brain never stops 😭 send help LOL

(what's even better about this fic is that Keegan isn't necessarily a good guy, lol. He does some bad stuffs)

This is actually also in the works! I did start working on it today, or the other day? Idk, I did start writing it though! (Even though I have like a million other WIPs I need to finish.) Thank you for the ask @tokillamockingbird427 !!!

I just looked at yours again and realized I put way too much info but I'm keeping it because screw it. My head is too full of thoughts, lol. I guess I could've just said "dragon au" and left it at that, lol.

[macravishedbymactavish]

Logan Walker x F!Reader

TW for everyone being traumatized following the canon Ghosts ending, swearing, mentions of injury and violence, more angst in this chapter than usual

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Chapter 03

Things were still far from normal, but taking small steps in the right direction. Since he let you peek through the cracks of the barricades he put up on his soul -- you've noticed him around base a lot more. Giving you small smiles, nods, and acknowledges you again.

It doesn't mean you still don't yearn to have him back. To hug and be hugged from behind, to sneak small kisses when nobody is around. To be tangled under the coverings, laughing about what you could possibly name your future children.

You've been wearing the sweater he left for you every night to bed. Except after a week of wear, it stopped smelling like him and slowly became another addition to your wardrobe. Part of you was growing increasingly concerned that you wouldn't be able to sleep without the sweater one day. The other part didn't care. If this was the last thing you got from him, it was to be cherished. It was still warm, still soft, still a reminder that he's coming back to you.

"Please take a seat" your heart all but stopped at Merrick's words.

The commander avoiding eye contact, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You felt the gaze of the sniper on you as he stood in the corner behind you, unmoving. Silent.

"I'm fine standing," you cursed your voice for shaking. You knew from the moment you returned to base that something was wrong. You, Keegan, and team Echo were to defend the carrier while Merrick and the Walker brothers were on their own mission.

"High profile, need to know basis" Logan explained the night before this deployment, holding you against his side as the two of you laid in the dark the night before you two split up. Assigned to different missions. "If Dad could see us now"

"He'd be so proud of you Lo. Proud of the both of you." Elias would be over the moon seeing his sons carry out a mission of this extent. Both following in his foot steps.

You knew something was different. Something went wrong the moment you returned to base earlier today. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, the atmosphere thick, passing whispers you could only catch pieces of.

"Shot in the chest"

"Not dead"

"Ballsy as fuck"

Your shoulders tense, hands balled into fists as Merrick finally looked up at you. Pain inhabiting his features -- fuck.

"As of 1900 yesterday, Logan Walker has been pronounced a prisoner of war." You swore your heart stopped. Your senses becoming slightly numb, your hearing muffled as if you were listening from underwater.

You were drowning.

"How?" Keegan asked, voice sounding a million miles away, despite him being right beside you now.

"Rorke" your attention snapped back to the man in front of you. No, it couldn't be "he was thought to be dead in the train crash. We were wrong. He came back and took Logan."

"And Hesh?" You envied how calm your friend remained, how stoic he could hold himself despite everything you've all been through.

"Took a round to the chest, currently sedated in medical," the older man paused, looking between you two. He knew Keegan long enough to understand the small gives in his stoic persona, while the pain was evident across your face.

"Right now, we heal up. Get back to 100%, then we plan on how to bring Logan home. We have all our global contacts keeping eyes and ears open for anything that could lead us to him or Rorke. Do either of you have any questions?" Don't cry. Don't cry. Do not cry in front of your team.

"Request to leave, sir," you whispered. Lungs burning as you felt like someone just punched you in the gut.

"Request granted, are you --" you didn't let him finish before turning and rushing out of the room. Making it halfway down the hall before stopping to take a shaky breath.

You heard footsteps coming up behind you, followed by your nickname being called out softly. A hand rested on your shoulder, urging you to turn around.

"Are you going to be alright?" You know he chose this question instead of "are you okay?". In this moment, nobody was okay, including himself.

"Uh...I" You whispered, running a hand over your face as you shifted your gaze to anywhere but his.

"I'm...I think I'm going to go and take a nap. Because this has got to be a nightmare that I'm bound to wake up from. " You felt your hands shake, your legs on the verge of collapsing underneath the weight of the heartache.

The tears finally fell when you made the mistake of eye contact. Seeing the same pain hidden behind stoic blue eyes. Fighting back a sob, you continued.

"Because there is no way I can handle this" your voice small, "there is no way I can even imagine this life without him. Let alone live it". You bit your lip, holding back a sob. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath.

Without missing a beat, you were being pulled into a hug. Any other person you would've been throwing hits; but you knew his physical contact was reserved for moments when it was truly needed.

"Please. Just let me go home". You sobbed against Keegan's shoulder.

Home. Could you even consider it that anymore? Given the news. Your home was missing, prisoner of war. You're going back to a house.

"Call me if you need anything. Any time, for anything. Please." You heard his voice break, knowing he was terrified. In 3 short months, he's lost 3 teammates he considered family, one currently in medical with severe injuries, and one destroyed right in front of him right now.

Jerking yourself awake, you willed your heart rate to slow down. Out of all the nightmares, this had to be the worst. The worst moment of your life replaying over again.

The day you lost him.

You rubbed at your chest, hoping it would alleviate the ache deep inside. Imagine how much easier life would be if you just never met him. You wondered that a lot at first, considering he wouldn't have been yours to lose if he was never yours initially. But in the same breath you reminded yourself of all the things you wouldn't have experienced if you never knew the shy Walker kid.

The swell of pride in your chest when you made him laugh the first time (a full body laugh that left you both in tears), the way he asked you out in such a shy tone (later admitting that he was terrified you would reject him, and he would have to fake his death and move to the arctic), the nights spent stargazing and making up constellations, the first time he told you how much you meant to him.

In hindsight, every ounce of pain was and is worth every second you spend with Logan. It always will be.

Your mind now wide awake and racing. You pulled yourself from the bed and wandered through the dark halls to the kitchen. Debating on whether to make a tea and try to sleep, or brew coffee, admit defeat, and start your day.

Being so focused on the internal argument between the exhausted and awake sides of your brain, you initially didn't realize the figure sitting in the corner. Staring out the window with a mug of his own.

"Nightmare?" You jumped, relaxing slightly when your eyes focused on the source of the voice. Just Logan.

"That obvious?" You raised an eyebrow before turning your attention to the cupboards, deciding on tea and sleep as the moon was still high in the sky. "What about you? Lurking in the dark." This was your life for the foreseeable future. Making small talk with the person you would go to the ends of the earth for.

It was a selfish thought, which was followed by selfish goals. Killing the asshole who broke him.

"Been off duty and most training since I've been back. Not a whole lot to do honestly besides sleep, eat, and read, " he shrugged, eyes scanning all over your back.

"You need a hobby," you teased. "That doesn't involve Riley," you gestured down to the dog who was sleeping at his feet.

With a slightly amused look, "then I guess I won't be inviting you to his next show dog competition. He's the prettiest pup around." That caught you off guard, causing you to burst out laughing louder than you expected to. Quickly pressing a hand over your mouth, listening to Logan shush you with a soft chuckle of his own you turned back to your tea.

"You could always raise goats" you shrugged, jumping slightly when you heard a laugh from right beside you. He's so quiet you didn't realize he got up.

He began grabbing your favourite additions to the drink, handing them to you silently, smile lighting up his features as he humored your suggestion in his head. He stayed standing with you, even after your tea was done. Close enough where his shoulder rested against yours. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, both drinking your respective drinks before he spoke up.

"I'm not sure if I ever want to do this again" your heartrate sped up at the thought that this could be the last night you have with your love.

"No, shit. I mean training and missions" a pained sigh, a small glimpse of the argument going on inside his head. "Coming back, I know how different it is for everyone".

"We don't fault you for it. We love you" you mumbled, fighting that nagging feeling again. To pull him into your arms and tell him everything would be okay. You instead took a sip of your drink, glancing sideways to study his features.

"But everyone isn't okay. Even though you're all trying it's different" you felt a shaky arm go across your shoulders, pulling you into his side. From this proximity to felt his heart hammering inside his chest, his body shaking with adrenaline. Placing your tea down, you reached up and held the hand hanging from your shoulder.

"Part of me wonders if I was worse at my job, would the ending be the same? They....he kept telling me how good my skillset would be, how I'd be "one helluva ghost" had things turned out differently for him years ago.....everyone kept talking about how I was best of the best" your heart broke at how small his voice was by the end.

"Part of me doesn't want to risk it. If I lose all my skill and become a professional dog trainer or join the K9 unit, then everyone will be safe if they find me. If they try to use me, " You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling him squeeze you tighter in this side hug. "Or....I raise goats somewhere"

"Whatever you decide to do moving forward, I support you. I'd follow you anywhere. The guys will support you. Everyone supports you." While some may not understand at first, almost everyone on base would be supportive of anything he decides to do at this point. Everyone just relieved to have him back home.

You stayed cuddled into his side, in silence. Letting him feel the emotions he needed to while not being alone, and letting your body relax against his side. Enjoying the warmth and familiarity of the close proximity.

"Hey love, don't fall asleep just yet. You're not quite at your bed yet" he whispered, nudging you. Smiling at the small groan of protest you let out. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your room." Cups placed in the sink, you followed him out of the room. Falling in step together.

The walk was silent, your hands brushing against each other as you walked. It reminded you of the time before you two started dating. The small, innocent gestures of him desperately trying to convey his feelings for you.

Baby steps, he's slowly coming around again. He's opening up to you.

"Here you are" his voice broke you out of your thoughts. His hands now stuffed into his pockets as he watched you unlock the door, bidding him a good sleep.

"Wait!" he quickly stopped you from fully entering the room, reaching down to the bottom of his sweater and lifting it over his head.

"Trade?" He smirked, holding it out to you, watching as your skin flushed. Remembering you had nothing on underneath the current sweater. "Or...keep both" he chuckled. Understanding your embarrassment right away. Thinking back to the first time he realized t-shirts and tank tops weren't allowed if you wore sweaters to bed; and how long of a night that turned into.

"Thank you. You clutched the new sweater tightly, taking in the sight of him in his pain black tee.

"Goodnight sweetheart" he whispered, slowly reaching out to pull you into a hug. A real one. You quickly returned the gesture, arms around his slim waist as your face was buried in his chest. "Thank you" you swear you heard him whisper against your hair.

For a moment, you were home.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @ai-luni