#mhairidrabbles

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OK so yes to the idea of Simon taking care of Johnny's widow and baby. And they do not mean to fall in love, in fact they both fight it like hell, but it's inevitable. They give in eventually, try to make a go of it and find contentment in each other. Johnny's baby starts learning to talk and calls Simon dad. The pain of Johnny being gone becomes a dull ache that is overshadowed by the love they have for one another.

Three years later when Makarov is dead and John MacTavish is revealed to be very much alive having been working deep undercover for MI6 is when things get complicated.

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TF141 who are your worst nightmare/wildest daydream on your holiday in the nice all inclusive that you've went to alone because your partner cheated on you and you couldn't get a refund.

Price who keeps being in the tiny elevator with you in the morning. You never get to press buttons, he always does it for you. Cages you into a corner with his big body whenever it gets crowded without saying a word, just giving you an indulgent smile like he's amused by how much looking after you need. Always has a hand in the small of your back when you get out.

Ghost is always on the lounger next to you. When you try to move into the stronger sunshine as soon as your back is turned your stuff has moved right back next to where he's sitting. You've never caught him moving it and you cannot work up the courage to accuse him without proof. He applies suncream to you every 2 hours without fail, not even warning you before hands are massaging it in to your back.

Soap and Gaz absolutely catch you anytime you are using the hot tub. Doesn't matter how quiet a time of day it is, as soon as you relax two big bodies are bullying their way in next to you, bantering away with one another like you're not even there. They'll inevitably play fight at some point, but with you in the middle hands keep landing on your bare thigh.

At least you never eat dinner alone, one of them always just grabs your plate and puts it at their table.

God help you if you indulge a little too much in the free bar because they're only going to encourage you and let you get messy drunk and rant about your ex and how this was supposed to be romantic and how you were really looking forward to this big castle visit with a fancy dinner you had planned but its too pathetic to go alone.

They take you the next day <3

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Retired active combatant turned HR reader who has just about had it with the 141s schenighans and is about to go into Captain mode if they don't stfu and start filing their fucking paperwork like I stg Riley if I get one more complaint from the recruits about you intimidating them I am going to give you a full ass disciplinary DO NOT TEST ME!

Yeah so anyway Soap is chewing through glass when he sees a photo of them in their old gear, Price is trying to figure out how to coax them back to active duty because holy fuck what a record, Ghost is speedrunning getting a disciplinary (and constantly laughing and asking reader if he's going to get punished for being such a bad boy) and Gaz has somehow managed to fuck up asking them out for drinks about 5 times now.

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Ah, to be but a lady living alone in a cottage in the countryside that inadvertently becomes a military base against your will as it's in a tactically fantastic location for a very specific mission.

Ah, to be grumpily baking bread for the men who have told you that sorry they are not leaving and this isn't America babe so no 3rd amendment for you now please stop being so damn difficult we'll be out of your hair in no time.

Ah, to yell at a big scary man in a skull mask to get his damn gun off of your nice sofa and go do whatever it he is doing at the table like a civilised person and have him just fall head over heels at the bravery.

Or to keep telling Price he needs to trim his beard because he is not eating at your table looking all scruffy and have him fall head over heels at the audacity.

Or to laugh at Soap's stupid jokes and have him fall head over heels at the humour.

Or to take only a second to be shocked before grabbing the first aid kit and a sewing kit and figuring out how to knit together the knife wound Gaz has and to have him fall head over heels at the toughness.

Don't mind me I'm just in my mind palace enjoying everybody loves you and can't stand how stubborn you are in equal measures hours.

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Simon would be the best person in your corner going through a depressive episode. He gets it, he's not going to push you to be happy, he's going to let you be abrasive and cagey. He'll leave you in your little nest and tidy around you making the space clear and clean to help a bit. He'll do laundry because he knows it's an insurmountable task to you. He'll take out all the steps of a shower that make it seem difficult, like all you need to do is stand there and he will do the rest. He'll dry you off and blow dry your hair and put it in braids so it's out of your way. He'll make sure you eat good food and let you help cook in the ways you can even if all you can manage is grating cheese.

If you are willing to speak to the doctor he handles that too, making the appointment taking you there and back. He'll offer to speak to your boss if you can't right now to get you some time off.

Like he never makes your lack of energy a problem, he just works with it and keeps you in a safe and clean environment because he knows that will help. He doesn't coo and celebrate when you walk into the bedroom to help him put on the clean bedsheets even though it is a big step because he knows it'll only make you feel babied, he just gets on with it.

You'd never feel like this is your fault with Simon. And whenever the time comes you will be there for him when he goes through the same.

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Reckon Gaz would see you having one of those moments where something tiny goes wrong but you just have a meltdown because it is the last straw. Like you bump into a display at the supermarket and a few cans fall and you are just hyperventilating and starting to cry.

And Gaz is a good guy, but he knows sometimes it's better to have someone who sort of gets it, so he just steers you out of there (he will tell you off later for letting a stranger just take you) and takes you to John MacTavish because Gaz has seen him do this before. Johnny gets it but he thinks it's better to have someone who can settle you so he steers you to Simon Riley. Simon can settle you, he does it for Johnny, but he also recognises THAT HIS SEARGANTS HAVE JUST KIDNAPPED A VULNERABLE CIVILIAN FFS YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOTS WE ARE TAKING THEM TO PRICE RIGHT NOW TO FIX THIS.

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Ah ha awful freak Ghost who needs his girl to kiss any new weapon he gets for luck.

By his girl I mean your pussy and by kiss I mean he's putting it in there I am so sorry.

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TF141 who, as half a joke and half because the base is sick of hearing Soap and Gaz get into loud arguments about books, ask the local library about a book club sort of deal.

They explain they would never be able to really commit to weekly, and the librarian takes Price's number and grins that she may have a solution.

You then get a text. You love books, you started both the book clubs that run at the library but you tend to be a little flighty once they are up and running. Would you like to start a new one that would be a bit of a challenge to get off the ground?

It's unexpected that these 4 gruff men are easily filling the hour discussing and debating themeing and the like, but oh man you like them a lot. You like that Price absolutely turns into somewhat of a guffawing, condescending asshole if someone doesn't like his favourite character. You like that Simon had to listen to the audio book for Shuggie Bain because he wanted to make sure that he wasn't mispronouncing any of the Scots in his head. You like that Gaz will discuss the raunchiest smut books in the world with you like they're classics. And you like that Johnny is always incredibly passionate to the extent that the little afternoon tea club is syncing up times with you when they can because the old biddies adore listening to that Scottish man ranting and raving about books.

Book club brain rot curteousy of @bunnyreaper saying the words book club to me and my brain going into overdrive.

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Oh by the way Price is delulu about his team being an extension of him, so he does not understand what you are whining about when he has called Gaz in to handle you while he is doing paperwork.

NSFW

Like you are gobsmacked while Gaz is eating you out and Price is asking why you are bitching, he's giving you what you want, he's right between your thighs isn't he? You cum on another man's tongue but with Price dirty talking you like it's him doing it.

It escalates from there, people you have never met show up for dates with you as Price. They are using Price's pet name for you. Keegan let's himself into your apartment with Price's spare key to enjoy the romantic dinner you've made and then bends you over the counter to fuck you. You are getting fucked by people you do not know and you don't even know their name so it's Price's name you are crying out.

Full credit to Noel for adding that they probably have an earpiece on so Price can not only hear everything but can give instruction :)

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"You being this pathetic might be doing something for me."

Johnny only groaned and flailed, still face down in your lap. Poor thing. You couldn't help but laugh at him as you continued to pet his hair.

"Come on, I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

"...told him he looked nice today."

You grimaced a little. That wasn't so bad even if it was absolutely rizzless behaviour from a man who had done a fantastic job of charming the pants right off of you. You were about to say it wasn't so bad when he continued.

"While he was wearing his tac gear."

"...so he's covered head to toe, in a mask, as usual, and you told him...?"

Johnny whined and nuzzled his face into your thigh as if he could vanish there.

"You dae it."

"What?"

"Why can't you dae it?"

"And what happened last time hm?"

"Wisnae my fault!"

"You never told him we were open! The man thought I was trying to cheat on you!"

"Aye well didnae ken how tae bring that up in conversation without it sounding like me trying it on!"

"Johnny we are actively trying to try it on" you laughed as he groaned again.

You could only hope that one day Ghost would stop being oblivious and you and Johnny would start being more charming. It would be worth all the embarrassing failed attempts.

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Wait because being on TF141 and anytime you all go out together the boys do rock paper scissors to decide who is playing the role of your possessive boyfriend that evening because they know you hate people relentlessly hitting on you when you're just trying to relax 😌

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Someone pls either write or direct me to a 'you wake up in Vegas having married stranger John Price who was totally sober and just agreed with your drunken proposal and now he's fully treating you like his wife and is talking about raising your children in England because it's safer there and referring to you as the missus whenever possible' thank you in advance

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Wait, hang on, everybody shut up a second. Reader who is marked as a target for tf141, they're not told why, just told they need to bring this person in alive.

But reader has been running their whole life so is very good at figuring out when they're being followed and slipping away and it is starting to drive the team absolutely mad.

And then to their fury their phone numbers get added to a group chat? And why the fuck are they in a gc wherein the welcome they get is the likes of Philip Graves or Konig being all "Ah, you too huh? Yeah so we got the contract for this bitch 2 years ago and they're still not in custody".

So now they actually have contact with this person. And it's insane how good they are at running and hiding. But honestly they don't seem bad? Like they're bantering away in the gc and teasing them when they get away and shit and maybe at one point they let slip something along the lines of "I've been running since I was 8 years old, you're not going to catch up" and that gets the gears grinding. Now it's a mission to find out exactly why the fuck whoever is paying this much money is after this person.

Reader would get themselves caught when they come back to save one of them instead of running when they have the chance.

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Captain Price wondered what it was this time as he entered the common area to find his Lieutenent snorting, his Seargants full blown howling and you, his Corporal, looking absolutely moritifed, fingers raking down your face as Soap got on his knees in front of you.

"Oh naw! I've went and tripped so I have, dinnae want anyone tae think I'm doing something neferious with my wee sister."

"Shut up shut up shut up" you chanted.

"Grab a camera will you Gaz? This kind of stuff makes good money."

"Good thinking LT. Come on Soap, get closer."

"Don't encourage him!"

"Having fun are we?"

"Captain! Make them stop" you whined, shoving at Soap's head between your legs.

"You'll never guess who got on like a house on fire at that medal ceremony" Simon said to Price, smug grin perpetual.

Price raised an eyebrow in question as Gaz sidled up to his side, looking giddy to be able to tell him.

"Spotted Soap's dad with the Corporal's lovely mother. Looked like they were getting pretty close outside" he almost sang as you cringed.

"I ken my old man, reckon he'll have gotten close inside as well."

"Soap! Captain make them stop!"

"Oh, no no. This is a family matter, you'll need to sort it out with your step-brother. I'm sure I've seen a movie where the step-sister convinces her step-brother by-"

You screamed into your hands and resigned yourself to never ever living this down. You hoped you mum was happy.

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You work a non-combat role and off handedly mention one day that your family never really did the whole big Christmas thing growing up. You don't even have anything planned, you'll probably just stay in your flat and order takeout you guess.

Soap overhears this conversation and thus begins hours in the war room with the team planning because will they fuck be letting their favourite little paperwork bitch be spending Christmas alone.

You threaten to write them up so goddman hard when you wake up Christmas morning to find they broke in, decorated your flat to look like a hallmark movie, bought a bunch of presents and are currently making breakfast in the stupidest matching pjs you have ever seen (dinnae fash bonnie! We got you a set as well :) )

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I love your work! May I please request ghost finding a captured civilian in an enemy base and taking her for himself?

Ah little posessive freak Ghost my beloved <3 I didn't know if you were looking for fluff or twisted Simon so I've leant towards the latter!

CW: Attempted rape (non-graphic), kidnapping

They had been warned there were going to be civillians in the building, but it wasn't the first time Ghost had to work around hostages to get the job done. It was an understanding on the team that whereever possible it wasn't going to be the huge fucker in the skull mask who dealt with that side of things. If they knew where hostages were being kept, that's where they sent Gaz or Johnny or even Price to settle them and get them out. Not the Ghost.

And that was working smoothly once again. Gaz had radioed in saying he found where they were being kept, had taken out their guards and would wait for the all clear for an exit route for the handful of doubtless terrified little civilians looking at him like he was the second coming for saving them.

They were all accounted for and that always made Ghost feel some tension bleed away. The last thing he needed to be worrying about was hostage situations.

The rest of the mission was easy enough, taking out any enemies and finding the saferoom to snoop around in for intel. It was laughably easy to get into. Saferooms only really worked if the person who knew the code didn't spill it at the first little twist of an arm, the press of a knife against their throat. They only worked if they were used. But obviously playing at warlord the man was arrogant, thought he could easily take on whoever came at him. Idiot. The moment he had the code, Ghost had no more use for him until he could get him somewhere for a proper interrogation, so he was smacked in the skull with a pistol and out cold. His fingerprints and eye scanner worked just fine even with him unconcious and the code he had given beeped with a green light and the click of a lock.

It was a damn good thing that you assumed it was your captor coming in and so were aiming the cast iron at where his face would be. Instead it smacked into the tactical vest of a much taller man. You hissed and spat and fought like a feral cat when the man immediately reacted by grabbing your wrist and twisting so you cried out and dropped the pan. There went your weapon, there wasn't much else to use in this little safe room but for the small implements in the kitchen and you hadn't felt confident with a knife. A blunt object with a larger surface area had felt like a better bet.

"Don't fucking touch me! I'll claw your fucking eyes out!" you spat out at what you were sure was a bloody monster.

You had been a victim of wrong place wrong time about 12 hours prior. You had broken down on a stretch of road that barely got any use and had fuck all phone signal to get help, so were at the mercy of someone passing by. Just your luck the someone passing by was some slimy asshole with a compound nearby he thought to drag you to. He had found out quickly he wasn't getting his hands on you without a fight. You were a bit of a mess, shirt torn and what you suspected was a cracked orbital bone from where he had punched you after you bit his tongue. You wished you had bit fucking harder.

The only thing that had saved you in the end was the alarm going off. The man had thrown you into the safe room, telling you that once he had dealt with whoever dared break into his base he was going to fuck you bloody. You'd kill him before he got the chance. You'd fucking kill him before all this adrenaline fuelled fight turned into fear and had you accepting your fate.

The monster in the skull mask didn't have the laugh of a monster. It was gruff but there was something very genuine about it. He had his hands on both of your wrists, locking them so you couldn't scratch at him with yout body pulled right into him so you couldn't kick either. Your wrists were pinned at your chin so you couldn't even bite at him. Didn't much stop you from fighting, trying to just drop all of your weight to get him off balance. The added weight did not phase him in the slightest.

"Settle sweetheart, I'm the good guy."

"Do good guys often wear skull masks?!" you hissed back, still struggling to no avail.

He manouvered so that you could see out of the doorway and to the passed out man on the floor.

"They do when they're going after bad guys."

It was like all the adrenaline had finally burned off at right that moment and you felt yourself go boneless in his hold, fight gone. You had a sick moment of being disappointed that you could see that the man was still breathing.

"We sure all the civilians are accounted for?"

You felt a little dazed as you squinted back at him before realising he must have been speaking on the radio. Whatever he heard back must have been interesting because he looked at you, considering, before twisted the little dial to another channel.

"Got a stray, let's keep it out of the reports."

Simon knew that the 141 would back him up. After all, him and the Seargants had always admired the relationship between Price and his wife even if when they first met she kept trying to murder him. She had grown out of it after a few years.

And Simon had never felt like this before. He thought you truly would have killed him if you had been able when he opened the door. It was love at first murder attempt for him.

He cooed at you and comforted you the whole way through exfil. It wasn't until you realised that you couldn't leave that it really started getting fun.