#not putting this in the cod tag I'm too cute for that

[wordstome]

writing for cod is so deeply unserious because I don't like cod the game and I hate the military

[strawberryya]

Santa baby

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

synopsis: Christmas is coming around, and you decide a new outfit is in its right place - for you and your boyfriend of course. Will he like the holiday themed outfits you have picked out enough to give you a couple needed gifts in return?

word count: 3.4k

genre/cw: SMUT, cosplaying Santa for devious purposes, idol au, establish relationship, softdom!san, sub!reader, a slight voice kink, use of sextoy, unprotected sex, cockwarming, oral sex - both recieving, borderline cumplay, soft aftercare.

rating: 18+

a/n: surpise @millennial-fangirl! I'm your cod secret Santa! I'm so sorry this took forever to finally post, but I hope you like it nonetheless!!

network tagging: @cultofdionysusnet @svthub @k-labels @kvanity-main

How would San react to the slutty reindeer outfit? Would he think the tail was cute? You imagine the look on his face as he opens the Christmas present you are trying to pick out. Usually, he would be the one deciding what you would dress up as. This year you want to try something new, you want to surprise him with a sexy new outfit. For him. 

When you see the sexy Santa outfit hanging neatly on one of the rows of the toyshop, you can’t help yourself. It was so perfect. Tiny red briefs in velour, black gloves, and a matching belt… you figured that the belt had other purposes than holding up the nonexistent pants. You want to see San in the skimpy outfit. You need to see how it would fit snuggly around his large cock, and experience the feeling of the leather gloves when they meet your plush skin. 

You are getting too excited just thinking about it, and Christmas Eve is still a whole week away. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts you take a set of the skimpy outfit for San and continue browsing. 

Maybe you should get something for yourself as well? You debated it for a bit, looking at all the different seasonal and general costumes. You had quite a few at home already, with San loving to dress you up you had tried on quite a few over the years. When you spot the matching Mrs Santa Claus set you realize what needs to be done. 

After all, he needs something pretty to look at too. This was his present after all. You could hear his seductive voice as if he stood right beside you, “Such a pretty whore, all dolled up for me on Christmas Eve.”

You imagine his smirk as he sees what you have planned for him. Your stomach flutters with anticipation at the thought. He likes to be dominant just as much as you love being his submissive, but sometimes you want to be the one taking the initiative, the one to take control. Picking out the sluttiest Christmas outfits for the two of you as a Christmas gift felt like the perfect opportunity for you to do so. You get to choose what and how it is going to be done. At least, that’s what you have in mind right now. 

Before leaving the store with your new costumes, you ask for a good recommendation from the staff for your third surprise for San. A vibrator, just a small little thing that you could use as a helping hand to make him feel as good as possible. You don’t use toys on him very often, but why not? They always make you feel good. You decide to try it out this once. 

The gifts are wrapped in red and gold when Christmas Eve comes around. After a week of thinking daily about how to go about giving him the gifts with the best result, you decide to put on your own outfit and hide it under your pajamas until the right moment. 

San had not had the day off. The life of an idol could not be put off even on holidays such as this. You watch his performance on your TV as it airs, fixing your boobs in the lacy bra one last time before covering up with your Christmas pajama shirt. There was a matching velvet choker, but wearing it could ruin the entire surprise, so you decide to hold off on putting it on until later. The show was a holiday-themed special, San was acting even cuter than normal, fitting right in with his group members as they danced and pranced across the stage in their snowman outfits and reindeer headbands. It is adorable, you can’t deny that. 

San has some serious talent when it comes to hiding his dominant streak. The cute cheek pokes and eye smiles almost convince you that he isn’t the same man who had ordered you to choke on his cock just a couple of nights ago. You had gladly done so of course, but it is sometimes hard to believe they are the same person.

The door slammed shut, making you almost jump out of the couch where you were sitting while waiting for San to arrive. He seems agitated as he drops his bag on the floor. He falls onto the couch the moment he sees you sitting there looking pretty and soft in your red and white checkered pajamas. His head buries itself in your thighs, making your cunt clench a bit, but innocently enough for you to chuckle it off as you begin patting his head. “What’s wrong Sannie?” 

“Too much cuteness, can’t do it anymore. So, so tired.”

He groans into your thighs after looking over to the TV and noticing that you are watching his performance. “Please, turn that off, I really cannot look at that anymore.” 

You chuckle but shut off the TV. “Rough day then, huh?

“Very. But I am free now~,” he says, suddenly sounding a bit more cheerful, his sharp eyes looking at you instead. Arms folding to hold his head up, his biceps balancing on your thighs. He looks so charming, you think. Leftover makeup is still sparkling on his cheeks and in the corners of his eyes. You wipe his cheek gently, “I have an early Christmas present for you. Maybe that will cheer you up and get you in the holiday spirits?” 

San gives you a pleased smile in return, pulling you down with a gentle hand to kiss you softly. He tastes like chocolate chip cookies. It made you not want to pull away, but the thought of finally seeing his reaction to his gifts finally won over the pleasure of feeling his lips on yours. 

You run to fetch the box from under the tree that you had decorated together a couple of weeks ago. The shiny red and gold paper is glistening in your hands when you excitedly hand it over to San. You position yourself next to his legs on the soft carpet, looking up at him with so much hope in your expression. He’s sitting up now, the sweats he had worn when getting off work showing off his dick-print, it feels a bit like he is teasing you even though he doesn’t know it. 

“What is it?” San asks, eyebrows curiously knitting as he picks up the rather light package he had seen under the tree for a couple of days now. 

“You can’t ask me that! Just open it!” 

He doesn’t waste any time ripping the paper open after that, the red and white fabric soon appearing to the both of you. San picks up the gloves, the briefs, the hat, and the collar. There is nothing more to the outfit, it’s honestly even less fabric than what you have on underneath your pajamas… You watched his face turn from a small smile into a dark smirk. 

“Are these for me, baby?” 

You nod, meeting his piercing gaze. Heat spread across your skin when San stood up without a word, throwing off his shirt, picking up the tiny Santa collar, and putting it on without much effort. He had practiced putting variations of these on your neck for years, and it wasn’t much harder adorning his own neck with one. 

His proportions always stunned you, and seeing him so causally pulling his pants down to reveal his large bulge sitting prettily in his boxers made your mouth water. His body is seductive, that was the only way to put it. The small red and white briefs are quickly pulled on, and you can’t help but be a bit sad that he was putting on more clothes right now, even though you loved seeing him try on his Christmas present just as you had planned. 

“Will you hand me those, love?” Obediently you hand over the black gloves and the hat he pointed toward, earning a “Good girl,” from San. The way his voice isn’t hiding the smirk behind those words is making your walls clench around nothing. He is a vision when he stands towering above you, your eyes flickering over the details of his body. Gloves snuggly hugging his hands, arms veiny just like the pretty part right above the edge of the snug briefs. He has gotten so big during the last couple of years, his broad shoulders make you want to throw your arms around him, inviting him to do whatever he pleases tonight. 

“You like what you see, don’t you?”

“Very much, San, I like it a lot,” you agree, gaze still wandering between the different parts of his body. 

He scoffed, “Don’t you think you’re enjoying yourself a bit too much? Have you been a good enough whore this year to act this shamelessly? And you know very well that it’s Sir.” 

You suck in a breath. His stern, but teasing tone made your heart beat faster. Not to mention the way his gloved hand has begun fondling his clothed cock. 

“I have been a very good whore, Sir.” 

“Oh, really?” San flirts, a smirk growing wide on his lips when you begin unbuttoning your shirt. You look down, intimidated by the way he watched you, embarrassed about having planned this entire thing out as a Christmas gift. When the red fabric covering your breast begins to show he bends down to your level on the floor, a leather-gloved hand lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him while you pull the rest of your pajama shirt off. 

“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, won’t you?”

You do as he wishes. Your breath is shallow as you let him inspect your figure, still kneeling on the floor in front of him. Your tits are barely being held back by the red lace. You wait until San nods with approval at your new lingerie. He sits back down on the couch, your gaze catching the way his bulge has grown even more. 

“Are you all dolled up for me, baby?” He asks, not expecting any answer. “Will you show me the rest of your outfit now?”

You were reminded of the collar you had hidden in your pocket, pulling it out and handing it over to San submissively. “Could you help me put it on, Sir?” 

With a swift hand, San helps you snap the collar in place. The golden bells that adorn it ring prettily as you run your fingers over it. His touch lingered on your neck, the warmth of his hand chasing chills right down to where the heat had begun pooling between your legs. Without a word, you stand up. Carefully pushing down your pants to reveal the last piece of your outfit. The lace is already sticking to your wet lips. It’s a lewd sight, the fabric covering almost nothing, your bra making your tits look like they were about to burst the tiny thing open at the seams, and the collar ringing softly as your breath moved your chest.

”Like it?” 

“Of course I like it. You have indeed been a good little whore this year,” San responds, his eyes meeting yours with hunger. “Come here, pretty girl.”

You straddled him without hesitation, needy for his touch. San’s hands quickly find your curves, gently caressing you with familiarity and need. His erection presses deliciously against your cunt, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. 

You kiss down his body, eager to please him with your mouth when you remember that you have almost forgotten about the third gift. “Wait! I have one more thing,” you mumble, getting yourself off from your confused (and horny) boyfriend. When you returned with yet another gift in your hands San doesn’t hesitate for a second to rip it open to see what could be more important than an orgasm right now. The tiny red vibrator that he unwrapped was a good answer to his questions. 

“For you?” he asks. 

“No, for you.”

San’s eyes widen when you take the vibrator from him. You had made sure it was ready for use right away. Proud to have prepared so thoroughly, you giggle a bit as you start kissing up his thigh, knees firmly planted on the carpet again, hands fondling San’s erection. It’s fun challenging San’s authority in this way. His hard cock smacks up against his abdomen when you pull down the fabric covering him. He groans above you as you lick along his needy shaft. You let your saliva drip down, sucking gently on his reddened tip. One of your hands works at the base of his erection, and the other fiddles carefully with the vibrator. A slow buzzing sound melts together with San’s pretty sounds as you press it against his hip, slowly dragging it toward his hardness. You hollowed your cheeks, letting the vibrations of the toy go through his hardness, softly at first. 

He jerks up into your mouth, his body fighting to regain control over the situation. With a firm grip, he pushes your head down further on his needy cock. He’s lost in the chase of his own high, the way you are gagging around him only taking him closer to the edge. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably, even when he isn’t ordering you around with words. His actions always manage to give him the upper hand in these situations. He cums down your throat with a series of moans, so pretty you almost begin detesting the vibrator for giving off any sound at all that distracts your ears from hearing him. You let him fuck your throat until he pulls you off of him, teary-eyed and heaving for air. 

“So good for me, fuck-” he gasps out. He looks down at you, hands desperately clinging to his thighs, your nipples having been pushed up above the edge of your tiny bra, hardened and suckable. Cum is dripping from the corner of your mouth, he reaches up a gloved hand, wiping it up only to order you to open your mouth once again. You lick the tiny amount of spilled cum from the black leather. 

You are becoming needy. As much as you love pleasing him, you crave his touch too. Will he grant your wish if you simply ask? It was always a gamble, whether or not he would continue to play with you or please you like you needed. 

He was always careful not to move too fast, loving to tease you and play with you until you were ready to take him inside of you. But after preparing for the surprise and wearing the sexy lingerie while lounging around, and then seeing just how quickly San had slipped into the usual dynamic between the two of you, you felt like you could take him with ease. 

To be completely honest, you are more than convinced that you can take him. Your cunt aches for him. 

“If you don’t stop wiggling your ass like that I might think that you’re already ready for me to get a taste of that sweet pussy,” San smirks as he watches your thighs squeeze together in search of some relief. 

“I’m ready for you, Santa baby.”

“That’s cute,” he scoffs, “You seem like an eager little whore today.”

He gives you a look of mischief. An expression you love seeing, since it tells you that he has made his plans for what to do with you next.

“Can you lay down for me, pretty girl?”

You rise from the floor and position yourself next to San, your pussy available for him to use as he sees fit. The black leather gloves he still wears touch down on your soft thighs, helping you spread your legs for San to see just how wet you have gotten. With a swift finger, he pulls your red panties aside, watching as your folds spread beautifully. Slick and glistening. 

He hums, “Such a sweet pussy you have, baby. I just can’t get enough…” 

You gasp as he dives in for a taste, finally giving you something to help satisfy your urges. His tongue swipes at your pussy lips, lips kissing your clit, eyes closed, and his moans reveal just how much he’s enjoying himself as he eats you out. 

A warm feeling spreads throughout your body when he sucks on your clit as a finger or two begin slipping into you and curling against your sensitive spot. He has a talent for making you cum fast, and hard. You are grinding up against his face when your first orgasm washes over you. 

He works you through it, kisses against your inner thighs and a calming touch making sure you ride it out until you are panting and begging him for another. 

San’s eyes shine at the pleading sounds. “My very own little whore, so desperate for cock.”

“Please… just one more!” 

“I need to give you something back for this wonderful Christmas present, don’t I? A couple more orgasms sound like a good idea to me,” he says as he pulls you up by your arms, and with your assistance, you are now straddling him as he kisses you. He doesn’t taste like chocolate chip cookies anymore, now he tastes of you. It makes you feel dizzy. 

You slip onto his hard erection, taking him in with a moan. He helps you start bouncing on his lap, the bells around your neck ringing softly as he stretches you out. The gloves aid him in holding a steady grip around your hips and thighs as he lifts you as much as he can while simultaneously watching your pussy coating his cock in your slick. His muscles become even more defined with each curl. You can’t take your eyes away from him. You whimper that you are close, and in response, San reaches down to pick up the tiny vibrator that lies next to him on the couch. 

He presses the toy against your clit, your walls contracting around his length at the sensation. You are coming undone within seconds, but he doesn’t remove the vibrations, overstimulating you until you are squirming on his lap. Nails clawing at his bare, sweaty shoulders, and walls squeezing him uncontrollably. 

You didn’t mean to come a second time, but when you go silent, and your entire body tenses against him San knows that he has succeeded in returning the favor. He cums inside of you, filling you up, eager to see it run out of you. He would’ve eaten it out of you, but you are already spent. Next time, he decides. 

With a soft hand, he removes the toy from you, a gentle touch soothing your clit while you whimper at how sensitive he has gotten you. He lets you calm down, his cock softening inside of your warmth, just how you like it. It makes you feel close to him when he lets you feel him like that. 

“I’ll go get some towels, could you stay right here for me baby?” he says, soft voice feeling like a warm blanket around your exhausted mind. You nod and slide off of him, missing his warmth the moment his arms let you go. He comes back with damp towels and water, making sure you’re cleaned up completely, and that you drink the entire glass of water before he finally forces you on your feet so you can go to the bathroom. He has taken the Santa outfit off, instead, he’s dressed in the nice grey sweats from before and a simple t-shirt. He dresses you in your softest pajamas and gives you new underwear. He patts your hair while he snuggles up next to you in your shared bed. The lights from the Christmas tree shine their warm light all the way to the bedroom. You let San take care of you completely, falling asleep in his warm embrace after having begged him for at least ten kisses. 

“Thank you, that was a really nice present, baby.”

You smiled a drowsy smile, “I’m gonna have to think up something for New Year’s now because I wanna do this again…”

“Maybe I could be the one to surprise you, I have some ideas already,” San said and pulled you even closer, fingers running softly across your back. 

Reblogging and commenting is highly appreciated!! Hearing what you thought is what makes writing and being here overall so much fun! Ty and ily 💕

[randomnfandom]

Simon "Ghost" Riley

So I'm still in recovery but its been 2 months and I said I'd give you more stories so here is a short one because I'm not in a state to do my normal long ones

Simon Riley from cod x Reader (You)

Unexpected Acts of Sweetness:

Ghost, with his tough exterior, surprises you with unexpectedly sweet gestures. Whether it's leaving a note with a heartfelt message or picking a flower during a mission, his thoughtfulness melts your heart.

Shy Affection:

Ghost, known for being reserved, becomes a bit shy when it comes to expressing affection. His way of showing love might be a gentle touch, a soft smile, or a subtle glance that speaks volumes.

Shared Snacks:

Ghost has a weakness for a particular type of candy or snack. You both develop a tradition of sharing these treats during quiet moments, turning simple snacks into cherished bonding moments.

Movie Nights:

Despite Ghost's tough image, he secretly enjoys cuddling up for movie nights. You both take turns picking movies, and it becomes a delightful mix of action-packed films and surprisingly heartwarming romances.

Matching Accessories:

Ghost, in his mysterious way, surprises you with matching accessories – maybe a set of dog tags with engraved initials or a pair of subtle matching bracelets. It's his way of symbolizing your connection without being too overt.

Playful Teasing:

Ghost may be serious in the field, but when you're together, he's not afraid to engage in playful banter and teasing. His dry sense of humor emerges, making you laugh and adding a lighthearted touch to your relationship.

Spontaneous Adventures:

Ghost loves surprising you with spontaneous adventures, whether it's a late-night drive to a scenic spot, a surprise picnic, or a sudden decision to explore a new place. These unplanned moments become some of your favorite memories.

DIY Gifts:

Ghost, being resourceful, often makes DIY gifts. It could be a handcrafted piece of jewelry, a small scrapbook of memories, or even a personalized item with a significant meaning. The effort he puts into these gifts makes them extra special.

Taking Photos Together:

Ghost may not be one to smile for the camera, but he indulges in taking photos with you. The candid shots capture genuine moments of happiness, and you both create a scrapbook of memories that grows over time.

Protective Gestures:

Ghost, true to his nature, is protective of you. Whether it's a subtle arm around your shoulder or a reassuring touch, you feel safe and loved. His protective instincts manifest in gentle yet meaningful ways.

In the midst of the chaos and danger, your relationship with Ghost is filled with these cute and endearing moments, making the tough operative reveal his softer, more adorable side.

Hope you enjoyed loves <3

[southernbluebellereader]

Ghost with fem reader[if possible]

Most of the people at the base are not from latam but one time let's say she finds out one of the nurses is and they end up singing together no me se rajar

I'm from Latam and i keep imagining him with a latinoamerican reader doing latinoamerican things👀

A/N: Hi Bestie! We love Ghost with a Latinx Reader. I'll do my best and I hope you like it. The song is so good, I love it! Since you mentioned the reader finding a nurse who's Latinx, I'm going to make the reader a nurse - I hope that's ok! Also, I don't speak Spanish that well, so please bear with me lol

Turquesa

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Latinx AFAB/F! Nurse Reader (COD MW2)

Song: No Me Sé Rajar - Vicente Fernández

Warnings: None? Fluffy and cute. Awkward Ghost. Minimal use of Y/N. Killing of a cockroach.

Master List (tag list at the bottom)

Work was work. Fun was fun. There was nearly never a time and a place for fun in work or work in fun. Simon knew that - with the occasional dry to the bone joke he'd tell to Johnny.

Then there was you. Always a smile on your face, always walking with a certain rhythm, and somehow always has music playing at some capacity. Working as a military nurse gave you the opportunity to travel far and all over the world, but sometimes you just missed home. And you couldn't just hop on a plane and go home, so you try and keep as much of home as you possibly can - music was one of them.

Being one of the few nurses from Latin America, it was kind of hard to connect with the other nurses, but you managed. Simon sometimes felt a little guilty when you felt lonely. But firmly enjoyed when you talked about your culture.

Every time he came in to see you, whether he was bleeding or not, he firmly enjoyed hearing you curse in Spanish. He thinks his favorite word is chancla. The only reason he knows what it means is when he caught you throwing every other one at a cockroach in order to kill it, while kneeled on top of one of the counters of the nurse's station, shrieking in Spanish.

He heard screaming and incoherent Spanish curses, and then things being thrown across the nurse's office. Quickly walking over there, slightly worried, he placed a hand on one of his guns and stood by the wall, peaking his head from the doorway. Sighing in relief and in amusement as he saw you perched on a counter with no shoes on and a tissue box in hand, hair sticking to your face, looking around frantically.

He revealed himself in the doorway and took a few steps inside, looking around slightly, then up to you, "Ye alright?"

Almost jumping at the sound of his voice, you looked up at the dark clad soldier, "Simón! Please! I saw one of those - whatever the fuck they're called, the cucaracha."

Smiling under his mask, he looked around the floor and wall, "I think you mean cockroach, Y/N." Simón. How it made his heart flutter every time his name rolled out of your mouth. There were very few occasions where he'd heard his name in other accents, but yours was his favorite.

Too focused on the floor to respond, "There! Over th-"

Simon looked down to the floor towards where you were pointing, seeing the brown little critter try to make a run for it. Simon quickly stepped on it with his boot, you yelping and covering your mouth at the crunching sound. Chuckling dryly, he lifted his boot to look at the damage done.

"Wait there, let me clean it." You hopped down from the counter and put your shoes on, then pulled out a few disinfectant wipes. You walked over to Simon, smiling slightly nervously, then crouched down in front of him, beckoning him to lift his foot so you could clean the floor and

You being scared of a cockroach and not all the blood and other injuries you've seen amused him. Once you were done cleaning the floor and the bottom of his boot, you stood up and quickly threw away the wipes with the remnants of the bug. While looking back at Simon, you looked back at him, "Thank you, Simón, I'm glad you were here."

Chuckling, Simon crossed his arms, "The things you've seen and the blood you have to deal with on a daily basis, and a cockroach scared ya?"

"Cállate," You chuckled and started picking up the things you'd thrown on the floor. Simon started to help her out, placing them on one of the counters for you to put away. Not sure how to tell you, he simply blurts, "I'm going away on a mission."

"Oh." You look up at him. He's standing in the middle of the nurse's station, holding a box of gloves. You weren't sure what kind of relationship you had with him, but all you knew is that he liked you. At least more than most people.

He'd let you sing to him in Spanish every time he came in - even for something minor. He'd even let you scold him. He was curious about her.

"Where are you going?"

"South America."

Knowing that he couldn't tell you much more than that, and that he couldn't take you with him - you were needed at the base.

"I'll bring you something back when I come back."

And that he did.

He came across a little shop at the end of his mission, little blue turquoises laid out on a table outside the shop. A little nervous, the shop keeper answered him in Spanish as to how much each stone was when Simon pointed to him. He nodded and paid the shop keeper and picked out a few of them to bring back to you, thankful that you'd spoken enough Spanish for him to figure out how much to pay. He kept the stones in his breast pocket the whole way back to the base, occasionally placing his hand over it to feel them, hoping you'll like them.

As he walked down the hallway to the nurse's station, music and sound software trumpets echoed into the hallway. Smiling slightly under his mask, he hid behind the doorway, craning his neck so that he could see you- dancing?

You had your arm hooked and looked in with another nurse's arm, both of you singing in Spanish.

dicen que si vuelvo encontrare la muerte (they say if I come back I'll find death) que por ti la vida me van a quitar. (that for you my life will be taken away.) Piensan asustarme para que te deje (They think they're gonna scare me into leaving you.) pero nunca nadie lo podra lograr (but no one can ever achieve it)

Not wanting to disturb you, he was happy you'd found a friend.

"Simón?"

Shit. Simon stepped into the doorway, filling it up with his size, then took a step inside.

"Simón! You're back!" You nearly ran up to him, smiling brightly as he wrapped a large arm around your neck, his eyes smiling at you. He looked back at the other nurse, slightly taken aback by his appearance. You looked back at her and smiled, beckoning her to come closer, "¡Ven aquí! No muerde, este es el Fantasma - Ghost." (Come here! He won't bite, this is Ghost)

The other nurse smiled slightly and walked up to them, and introduced herself. Before Simon could begin speaking again, you and the other nurse started speaking Spanish.

"English, please," Simon interrupted, getting ahead of himself and wanting to give you your gift.

The other nurse chuckled and took it as her cue to leave.

"Sorry," Y/N smiled, "I'm glad you're back. When did you come back?"

"A few hours ago."

Remaining in his embrace, you watched as he dug into his breast pocket with his free hand and pulled out two quarter sized turquoises, holding them out in his palm to her.

"Aye, where did you get these?" You looked into his hand and touched them gently, then looked up at him.

"Little shop in South America. I told you I'd bring you something."

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Simón! Thank you!" He moved his arm from your shoulders to your waist, holding you close as he rested his chin on your head. His cheeks felt warm and slightly sore from all the smiling he did under the mask.

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[thatunusualwriter]

𝙲𝚘𝙳 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚡 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 1

"𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕥 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕖"

Character pairing: (CoD) Simon "Ghost" Riley x Short!Chubby!Reader (is gendered as a "she/her" throughout the story, and has subtly pointed out details about her appearance.)

Summary: After a long time Y/N's best bud, Johnny MacTavish, returns home but fails to inform her some folks will be tagging along, so her anxious ass has to deal with that and one of Johnny's friends isn't exactly a people-person as she'll come to learn. 

Warnings: Vulgar language, talking about mortician profession, sadism, dark humor, slow burn, Reader has social anxiety, subtle description of DID for Simon. 

A Free-form fic! Not exactly connected to the game's story. First time ever writing this kind of stuff, pls be kind. :D

Enjoy! Tell me if you want part 2 where things could be more spicy, who knows.

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Tonight is the night, alright!

The hype vibrated from head to toe in her body, it has been like that for a week and Y/N had not bothered to contain it either. Her best bud, an old friend, finally could pay a visit — for how long, she had no idea. And thank God Johnny had called a week ahead. Y/N's introverted, anxiety-strung heart and brain could prepare for socializing.

The pep talks added little to no encouragement while she prepared to look just as comfy as acceptable between people with her signature dress code. But as long as one of any of her friends are around she didn't have to be that self-conscious with how she looked, she supposed, being told many times by each of them that she was loved for being who she is. And she silently took their words to her affection-overflown-heart.

Y/N, being the minimalist that she is, used very subtle make-up just to cover the pimples, mascara, and nude eyeshadow to bring out her eyes and put on her favorite outfit that shouldn't magnetize too much attention but it's her personality that could beam with broadness of confidence when around people she loves and it's what always made her stand out in the crowd. Little did she know about that.

She kept wondering if Johnny changed a lot, that Irish lass donkey she knew might not be the same after what he must have gone through in the military, yet deep down she knows it might be the case but she'll still love her friend no matter what. And knew she would be a shitty friend if she wouldn't even consider embracing the new him. 

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"Alright, okay. I'm good. All good, all set..." Y/N whipped a fleeting look at her reflection, leaning against a bathroom sink with tense shoulders.

"We are still friends and I will act like there wasn't almost a 10-year separation, like back in the old days," she ordered at herself, sighing and dabbing with the pad of her finger at the uneven makeup foundation she came across under the soft light with a grunt of annoyance.

Then she stopped her finger-patting altogether and stared into her own eyes in a moment of silence. "10. Years."

"Holy fucking saint Maria—" Y/N snorted in disbelief with her blurting, self-commenting since there was no one else she could talk to currently.

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It was fifteen minutes before 9 pm, a time they agreed on to meet, Y/N fancies going a bit earlier just to be safe, you never know what could happen on the way to your destination. She saw a few stray cats on the way and some came close for a pat, some just threw an irked glare but she found those kitties cute anyways. It made her all giddy, excited to share this moment with her friend once settling down. While being more of a dog person, Johnny not even once said her cat obsession ramblings bothered him, listened, and nodded sympathetically.

The bar she was invited to was one of those she could call her kindergarten. When being a little gremlin, Y/N's parents liked to go there for socializing with their friends and some conveniently had children too so she always was under a watchful eye, the owner knew her very well and enjoyed it when she stopped by.

But the contrast of her being around people versus her extroverted family, as she grew she became rather a loner for needed peace and only visited when being tugged along by friend/s, very few understood her. Especially with the profession she chose.

Thomas, the bar owner, respected that, he's one of those laid-back uncles for every fun. But he does very much miss the rowdiness of the tiny beastie Y/N used to be, only keeps it to himself.

"Aaaalrighty! Almost there." Y/N smiled, cheering in her thoughts with excitement, eyes squinting at the first window of the building from across the street.

Doesn't look like a busy day inside. It's Thursday, too.

Y/N marched inside silently, when noticing not much of people were around, especially unfamiliar faces, she immediately beamed when setting her eyes on a man behind the bar's counter which she approached with a grin.

"Tomb,"

Thomas looked up, droopy eyes under bushy brows gave a spark of joy as he mustered a little smile.

"Beastie,"

Ah, sweet, sweet nicknames.

"You doing good?" Y/N leaned against the countertop's wooden edge with her palms and the back of her hands squished against her chest.

"Same old, same old. You decided to leave yer cave on your own?" Thomas pulled out a beer seidel from a sink and began to scrub it, preparing it ahead. 

With a coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she waltzed to the other side of the counter, following one gruff voice from around the corner where the booth room. "Nope. I'm not that bat-shit crazy. But I am seeing an old bro."

Thomas smirked under his mustache, head bobbing a curt nod. "Have fun, kiddo."

With a nod, Y/N slipped into the wide room. Speak of the Scottish devil and he shall appear.

Johnny MacTavish, a burly man stood in front of one booth, talking to someone who maybe stopped him when he was passing by them. Y/N thought she would never see the man give in to her ideas when it came to haircuts, he has a mohawk, a short one but still, it was a fucking mohawk. And Johnny wore it so fucking well while at the same time looking dopey as always, she used to tell him it's the shape of his face.

Now, not to throw herself under the bus so early but he grew — maybe a few inches, a foot? — since she last saw him. And she obviously notices the difference when her metabolism stopped a long time ago to reach that sweet 4'12, life just isn't fair.

Y/N was taken aback, he still had his friendly odor about him but now there was... also maturity. He obviously went through some shit. And she hesitated. How should she approach him? "Fuck! Didn't plan ahead!"

Johnny unconsciously chose for her, he turned with his lean torso and crossed hands, looked at her fiddling with a strap of her shoulder bag on the spot, then turned fully and marched at her with open arms made of broad muscle earned by hard work.

His blue orbs held hers welcomingly, his laugh is hearty. "Y/N!!"

That's all the consent she needed to be sprinting towards his hug and managed to wrap her short arms around his torso while he laid around her upper back, over her shoulders.

"Heya, John!" Y/N grinned against his shoulder happily. "Johhny-booooyye!" she sang with affection.

Johnny snorted, enjoying himself in the softest warmth he hadn't felt for 10 years. When he let go, he checked Y/N from her toes to her face and an impish grin pulled up on his lips. "Lass, ya seem to be shrinking than growing."

His statement earned him a punch just below his ribs, it was gentle but he held that spot as if he'd been stabbed and it made Y/N laugh while calling him childish and a donkey.

"Ooh, you big baby, if I made it hurt bad ya wouldn't even be standing by now!" Y/N boasted with a sadistic smirk that always siblings secretly shoot at one another to make the fun more thrilling with the silent threat.

Both knew it was meant to be took lightly, it's just joking around, but a couple in a booth they stood next to shifted uncomfortably and Y/N took pity on them and nudged Johnny to go to his table, his arm lifted to rest over her shoulder and she took it as a side-hug so she snuggled closer of course.

They passed by two empty booths. Two. And they are walking towards that one he stood by just a moment ago.

Oh no... 

The inkling perked up her senses with the alarms already going off and the uneasiness arose when they headed closer and she saw a man or... two?

Shit— don't tell me.. No, no no...!

It's four people.

Four. fucking. strangers. that started at Y/N in curious silence. They looked at her like she has been expected. Great. Because she didn't expect them. 

MacFucking betrayal!!

"Who's this MacTavish?" someone asked.

Y/N's anxiety spiked and if she could she'd be the living embodiment of steam, vaporing away thanks to the sudden overheating and she began to sweat. Her little hand's fingers in the middle of her traitorous' friend's back twitched and cramped in a cupping shape, ready to claw, Johnny felt that slight poke and — tried to — gave his best comforting, tiny squeeze on her shoulder. It was good enough grounding to keep her from sprinting away.

All the beaming confidence she had carried from moments ago disappeared with a snap of fingers. Sudden anger began to bubble inside her ribcage so she took long, soft breaths and concentrated on those while looking around. 

Her eyes swiped over the figures so quickly she couldn't register even the tiniest detail on each individual and looked at the table in front of her instead.

These people are military soldiers, so of course they could see her stress-strained body language and shy fumbling with her digits. Johnny wanted to apologize that his team joining was a quickly made decision he didn't see coming and forgot to call her when his captain wanted quick info about his friend before he could leave the table and then there she was. 

"Guys, this lass is Y/N L/N. My good ol' friend, and don't let this cute face fool ya, it's just a camouflage." Johnny tried to encourage everyone from keeping silent, especially his old friend.

"Nooooo, no, no, nooo, I don't wanna meet new people! I'm not mentally prepared for that!! God!! Johnny!! No—" 

A man, at the seat's edge, shifted and turned to properly face her and his extended hand appeared in her tunneled view. Y/N hastily met the gaze of the one the arm belonged to, out of politeness. Her left arm for no reason whatsoever wanted to reach back for his hand but she quickly and clumsily switched it with her right one and shook his hand properly. 

And here this old man worried she could be a threat.

... Little did he know... 

"John Price, a pleasure to meet ya in person, miss." The old man chuckled, his short beard and mustache showing it clear as day that he didn't mock her, wrinkles formed around his tired eyes as he smiled with amusement and it somehow eased Y/N's nerves so she meekly smiled back.

Now that she had a better look at him, and an excuse for her to look, she noted he was not that intimidating. Strict-looking, yes. She almost saw her father. By her impression, he looks like a hard-working person with a lot on his shoulders, a burden not meant for sharing.

"I'm Soap's captain, and this is the rest of my crew." John turned towards his said people and began to motion to them one by one as if fearing they wouldn't introduce themselves politely enough. This could have been the case for some of them. But when he said "my crew", Y/N knew that he was a proud papa, and it radiated off of him. 

Something else John said grabbed her full attention and she frowned ever-so-slightly as she thought it over.

"... "Soap"?" Y/N parroted, her confusion discreetly traveling up to her friend.

Johnny pursed his thin lips back before clearing his throat, not meeting her gaze. "That's what they call me. At work," he added the last part quickly.

Y/N's expression suddenly matched Johnny's when she turned her head back to look at the table, but the tugging upwards corners of her lips gave her away as well as her sucking in a breath.

"Dun't."

Scrunching her eyes shut, she allowed a soft, throaty snicker or two to escape past her sealed lips. Turning her head away and covering her mouth with the back of her hand to shield her face, she managed to giggly chant out: "Sorry, sorry... Sorry." she wasn't really sorry.

Then, Y/N whipped her head to face him, an impish grin on her face. "Do they call you like that because of that...?" she subtly hinted and didn't notice how those people around the table leaned in to hear.

"Classified, ya gremlin." Johnny growled, but not menacingly, not at his old friend at last, his coworkers got a nasty glare and everyone laughed. 

Y/N from the rush looked at those five people, who might be men, every individual had a specific aura about them. Every one of them was different, looked different, laughed differently, and didn't give off that vibe of a bad person. Only you'd think that an odd bunch like them wouldn't get along with the screaming contrasts between them.

When she caught herself looking up and down from the shortest to the tallest guy there she flushed and glanced away before someone would notice, but had an inkling at last one of them had noticed.

She had no idea how she got sat down next to this guy named Rudolfo Parra, he introduced himself right away and they shook hands, Johnny sat at the edge of the booth's seat, blocking her way out. No matter how much she tried to scoot not to be squished against both men with her and their size was a bit difficult, her anxiety had it easier when a certain man with a mouth, mask with a skeleton's jaw print, and hoodie for shadows to coat over his face sat right in front of her across the table, hence the reason for his piercing stare.

He was tall, taller than the others, and, by the looks of it, broad too and he made Y/N feel so small that she was beginning to think his cold stare began to tell her she was not welcome at their table. And, hell, if she wouldn't have her soul so small inside her she would've asked him to look away or ask what's his problem. But there was no desire for her vocals to start working now, her tongue as if swallowed, she didn't know what to say. Maybe she leaves the boys to take the lead this time in her life. So she just avoided his gaze altogether since she doesn't have to, yet. 

Y/N's attention focused on the next introducing man.

"Alejandro Vargas," the man smiled and she returned it genuinely back, almost smiling from ear to ear and reaching to shake his hand as well. "And, apologies if this is rude to ask, but could you tell us how did you and Soap meet?"

Y/N's shoulders eased and she comfortably leaned back against the seat's leather head rolls. "Ahhh, it's a boring story," she began, not expecting the hundred percent of attention she got by that and it made her shoulders shrink a bit on reflex. "He needed a roommate and I needed a place to stay at. Really nothing juicy."

Johnny erupted in hearty laughter next to her, starting to feel the nostalgia. "It was relatively okay at the start until we started butting heads—"

Y/N had toned her friend out when thoughts with inner voices pulled her in for an urgent chat in her brain. The masked guy was silent and either stared or kept looking at his glass of whiskey, it unnerved her that the introductions seemed to end with Alejandro, and wondered if the mysterious guy felt just as awkward as her. It's obvious that no one will take pity on them and introduces the guy for his sake, he could be more anxious about strangers than she is, it's a theory. Y/N amid Johnny's storytelling took the leash of confidence and after a moment of hesitance made her move, reaching her little hand out across the table between the glasses with alcohol towards that man as elegantly as she could, she has been enough of a klutz for one day.

Her friendly smile was genuine, and soft, and reached her eyes. That's what the masked guy saw when his cautious, dark orbs of hazelnut traveled from his drink to her hand, and then her face. And when she noticed the tiredness she felt a little concerned, if he is alright or looked like this 24/7?

He began to be unsure how to react towards this stranger that his comrade, military brother, described as the "nicest soul that ever walked on Earth.". He was wary and was quite obviously showing it, but she returned it with politeness he couldn't tell if it was for Johnny's sake or just because she wanted to know him.

"Uhm, hi, uh...?" Y/N finally found her voice and tried to keep it low so it wouldn't grab much attention on those two now, fortunately, the other men let them be.

But it seemed the world around just ceased to be, it was just her and him and although coldness had radiated off of him she tried her best to stand tall and face it with her warmth. They don't have to be friends, but it is not like there has to be some bad blood between them either.

When she thought, after the long silence, that the guy won't answer her, Y/N was about to take her stretched arm back until his big and gloved hand grabbed onto hers. It was comical to see, he was twice as big in comparison and it looked like her hand could be swallowed into the black cotton gloves with a print of skeleton digits. 

It was startling, and she nearly yelped at the sudden contact. Instead, Y/N found calmness in staring at their hands in awe, and although it seemed he forced himself to this touch, he kept being expressionless. But the heat of her palm was soothing, although he has gloves his skin underneath was still cold which he didn't think much of until now.

"Ghost." his voice was raspy, rumbly from within his chest, and an accent had a light lick to it. It was the first time she heard him talk and made sure to secure this into her memory treasure chest at the back of her head. 

But she voiced her thought on something completely different when they let go of their hand-hold.

"Damn boy, you got paws!" Y/N blurted out, still staring at his said, gloved hand.

Once everyone around her went quiet she flushed from ears to shoulders and offered an awkward grin as soon as everyone began to laugh, even Ghost looked amused with the way his eyes with smudged black liner around them crinkled. Might as well go with the flow as well, so she laughed at herself too if Ghost wasn't offended.

"Why paws?!" Rudolfo asked, hollering in laughter as he supported his whole self against Alejandro's shoulder who was laughing just as much.

Y/N tried to mask her embarrassment with a pout, crossing her arms over her bosom defensively. "Look— Hey, I just passed by stray cats in the Sherwood, okay! 'M still thinking about them!"

Johnny's giggling calmed and his palm rested on her crown before he began to rub, messing up her hair. "Y/N, ya know ya shouldn't be walking in that street." 

"You're not my dad, Soapbar!" Y/N retorted with a huff and everyone was hollering in their seat, and she joined with soft snorting, feeling a little proud at her creativity with words. Her hands grasped at his wrist the hand that bullied her. She growled as they played around before he put her in a headlock as an excuse to hug it out without squeezing, just like they always used to. 

Y/N glanced at others and found Ghost looking at Johnny with this odd expression that wasn't there before, like a new face. Are they close friends? But the thought of these two dating seemed as more of a plausible thing behind this expression, and it thrilled her, actually, that Johnny got himself, someone. But there was this stinging pain... Jealousy? Worry that she might not be that much important to her Irish buddy? People always did come and went in her life, which Johnny knew. He wouldn't abandon her like others, right? He was the brother she never had.

Ghost and John gently hit their glasses against each other, the captain drowned his drink in one go and then left for the bar counter. Alejandro and Rudolfo talked to each other in their native language but everyone who doesn't understand a word can pretty much guess they're shamelessly flirting. Y/N snuggled up against Johnny, sighing contently while she squeezed him the best she can in an embrace she had returned and it made Johnny smile against her hair which he nuzzled his nose against, it made Ghost wonder if Johnny truly sees Y/N as his sister and nothing else.

Then again, affection has always been foreign to him. To them.

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"Why did he call you Beastie?"

"Why do they call you Ghost?"

In all honesty, Y/N is still shocked he spoke to her in the first place. Although his curiosity about her made her somewhat happy, since she's curious herself it's only fair he could answer any of her questions as well and she made sure to hint at that broadly, and Ghost understood loud and clear.

Johnny had abandoned them long ago and went who knows where when he didn't bother to take his drink with him, nor did he go to the toilets. John has been seated at the bar counter ever since, both he and Thomas watched the sports on the small tv and seemed to have a good time. Rudolfo and Alejandro did go to the bathroom and Y/N had an inkling that it was not because one of them needed to vomit. It was just Ghost and her, and she was quite alright with the expectation of silence to be between them. 

When noticing he fell silent for a little longer than Y/N would've liked she tried to coax him further into talking, stopping the chat now would be awkward.

"Don't get me wrong, ghosts are cool, but I'm really curious about the reason behind your nickname— Also, why can't I know your real name?"

Taking it as a good sign for not being ignored and still having Ghost's full attention she tried not to shower him with every one of her questions on her tongue, she had yet to learn the limits of this man of how much further she can take things personally without asking a subject she herself wouldn't want to answer. Being neutral is hard, but smiling isn't, so she hoped she looks very inviting for him to talk with her. 

Now Ghost's pointed silence got her all antsy, her leg began to jump with rhythmic bumping of her heel against the tiled floor. His brows twitched ever-so-slightly and Y/N noticed, she realized that he was uncomfortable and it was a boundary she shouldn't cross.

Fuck! Is he irritated with her now? Maybe she should just shut up...

"A-ah, it's classified, like Johnny's, right? Okay, I don't mind." Y/N answered her question and chuckled, rubbing at the nape of her neck, her leg had no intention to stop bouncing.

He leaned forward on one elbow against the rattling table, and the sharpness of his eyes melted back to that tiredness Y/N noticed earlier this evening. "Well, since I don't have the blue-collar on me now," something about that throaty grumbliness that sounded just a tad bit softer made shivers run down her spine. "It's Simon. Simon Riley. I just didn't wanna tell ya earlier."

Y/N blinked, confused, her head tilted to the side a bit and one brow quirked up. "Why?"

Simon heard the gentleness in her voice, but she didn't sound that much meek, her wide eyes of curiosity spoke volumes themselves. He frowned slightly and searched in the depths of her orbs a little longer before finally answering her as emotionlessly as possible: "I didn't know if I could trust you."

And he still didn't hundred percent, it's 50/50. It's not like he needs to be your friend even if Johnny would love it if that happened, nor will he open up to her, but sitting here in awkward silence is something he doesn't want on his day off.

Y/N responded with a hum, looking at him knowingly and her eyes softened while she straightened her head not to strain her neck any further. "Understandable." she gave him a kind smile, to which he responded with a gruff hum of sorts.

Simon placed his big paw on her bouncing knee and stopped it without even trying to restrain her leg, her muscles froze at the contact and she stammered incoherent words in surprise, apologizing. What for? She had no clue. But she always does this automatically.

Y/N grasped onto her glass, filled with soda and ice cubes, her digits pinched her straw before twirling it. When he let go of her knee she could still feel the pressure of his grasp present on that spot.

God damn, why must big hands be so attractive?!

Clearing her throat, she glanced back at Simon who took a sip of his bourbon when she wasn't looking, now he just adjusted his mask over his chin. Had he pulled it up from below?

"Thomas calls me that, well, since ever I was a toddler runnin' around here. I wasn't a bad kid, I just couldn't stay still. Literally ran off whenever someone turned their back for a second." Y/N smiled fondly at those rebellious memories and Simon listened intently, leaning comfortably on his elbows. "I was just assertive when things... took a turn in the kid group here. Pretty much got myself a tag of an outsider, but it's better than to pretend I am who I ain't."

Their gazes locked and she felt a sudden heaviness in the mood which she didn't like, so she cracked up a cocky smirk.

"Literally had to break some teeth so the brats wouldn't mess with me."

Simon's brown eyes darkened and he snickered lowly, amused, and leaned back with crossed arms over his wide chest.

"So a small, innocent woman has a kill count on 'her own?" he was grinning under his mask, liking this unexpected turn of her showing her viciousness that still could be there. And something told him she still had it in her. It was intriguing.

Y/N grinned playfully, something of a thrill sparked at the small of her back. "What, the only military are allowed to have skeletons in their closet? If we won't count you, Bones." she chuckled, finally feeling at ease. "Too bad, I got some in the freezer as well."

His dark-brown eyebrows rose up before they furrowed down, when Y/N noticed his confusion she cleared her throat from the sudden awkwardness.

"Sorry— I thought Soap had told you of my job... I'm a mortician."

"Oh..." in all honesty, how can he answer?

"Yeah, hah ah," she stuttered. "Sorry if it's... weird."

Simon shrugged his broad shoulder, it's not like he should be one to judge in the first place. "A job's a job."

Y/N smiled softly up at him, humming softly in return. But she was lost, how should they continue their discussion about anything really? Now it feels too odd—

"So I'm "Bones" now, huh?"

Being lost in thoughts, she was startled and blinked at him but he enjoyed watching her small, plump frame trying to shrink under the table while her face looked like a tomato. "Well— U-umh uh... I didn't mean—"

Simon exhaled longly. "Quit it. You got nothing to apologize for, Beastie."

Twirling with her digits on her lap, she looked up at him over the edge of her lashes, her blushing has yet to go away. But by the fucking-whoever-is-up-there, this is so embarrassing!! Making nicknames are for her best friends or family, not strangers you are just getting along with. Maybe she got too excited, she should lay low, for her, he doesn't look like the type that like things rowdy in their life unless given no choice.

The fact that he used her nickname made her naive, big heart feel things. As much as she fears new people she loves having friends, new friends.

"Y-you.... don't mind then?" Y/N asked hesitantly but couldn't look up from her glass. 

"I expected to be called Paws or something." Simon rumbled out, entertained by her asserting hiss to try to mask her embarrassment, and it irked her that he made fun of her.

"Guess you aren't that creative with names."

Y/N abruptly stood up, a little balled fist rose into the space between them and she still was a head shorter than him sitting. She swears he's smirking under that mask.

"SHUT IT YA DAMN BRIT!!"

Literally couldn't come up with a better insult. 

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Replacement ★ (Ch 1) OC x Simon "Ghost" Riley

ao3 version of this can be found here! welcome back y'all and heres my brainrot of COD <3 callsign "trick" (hence the link name), femme mc but the pronouns switch here and there to they/them im new to this kind of stuff, so if you think sumn (like a tag) is not right, let me know!!! first chapter (this one!) ★ prev ★ next

★★★★★★★★★ chapter tags: // anxiety, older brother price, captain OC, Simon “Ghost” Riley/OC, trauma mentions, emotional support pup, OOC Ghost (for a reason), spiteful Ghost, enemies to lovers (enemies), vague mentions of death, canon deviation, brief-ish panic attack with decent description, angst no comfort, no smut :( ★★★★★★★★★ bite-sized synopsis: captain trick has a rough and anxious first day.

Okay. The first day with a new squad, and here I am. I’m on a cargo ship, landing in 3 minutes, and just barely mentally collected. It’s gotten to the point I have to anxiously pet Axel while taking in deep breaths; ironically he is more relaxed than I am on this plane. Planes always gave me bad anxiety, and my emotional support pups nudged my hand with his snout to alert me. So I sit back in my seat, close my eyes, and brace for the usually-rough landing.

But despite my attempt to relax in my seat, I can hear the soldiers behind me talking. I can barely hear it through my earmuffs, but I can still pick out details of it.

“Did you know 141 is stationed here for the month?” One soldier asked with excitement.

“Yeah, dude! We get to see Ghost! N’ I heard a rumor Captain Trick is joining them, that’s why she’s— on. this. plane! ” Wow. Okay, well it seemed like I was a hot topic.

I dozed off to continue bracing myself, gritting my teeth and an extreme grip on the seat’s armrests. ★★★

We landed. And after 5 minutes we were let out of the plane, Axel staying at my side as we walked off the plane. Uy, it’s cloudy as hell down here. Maybe I even have to change my goggles to compensate for the cloudy conditions— but that doesn’t matter as much. What does matter is who is waiting for me.

“Verdano!” John Price, my good old friend, was there with his taskforce to greet me. We greeted each other with a hug and then talked for a few moments. But already, his squad was gawking at me, especially this one with a mohawk, who I briefly waved at. Then John turned me to face the group awkwardly and Axel forced his snout into my gloved hand to be a comfort. “Everyone, this is Verdano. We met a few years ago and we’ve kept close contact, thas funny, innit Ver?”

I nod at John while I was too terrified to speak to the group yet. So instead, I give a polite wave and a bow of the head. But I noticed that not only was the mohawk gawking at me, but the other guy with a skull mask was also staring at me. Huh. Two skulls, hm?

“I’m Seargent Johnny MacTavish! Callsign Soap,” said the mohawk (now MacTavish) while putting his hand out to shake. Of course, to be polite, I took it in a firm shake and a gentle nod of the head. Then he directed to the skull one. “N’ this is Lieutenant Sim— Ghost! Ghost, his callsign’s Ghost.”

John leaned into my ear like he was telling me gossip. “He isn’t too fond of others sayin’ his name. Other than you n’ I, probably.” I nod in understanding before giving a small wave to Ghost. Jeez, I really do not feel like talking today.

Then they showed me Gaz and Roach. Gaz has a noticeable Union Jack flag on his hat, his posture being upright and much more at attention than the others. But that didn't stop a light smile on his face while greeting me with his name and a handshake. Roach is the silent type like me and waves back. Aww, he has two antennae on his helmet that look like roach antennae. How cute!

“Come on, Ver. I’ll show you around. N’ everyone? Remember, debrief at 1700.” John put his hand on my soldier and led the way to the main base, dismissing his squad as he and I caught up on some much-needed talk. ★★★

That Ghost guy has been stalking me while I'm exploring the base on my own and familiarizing myself with the layout. I catch him looking at me in the shadows, just suddenly appearing in the same room as me, and doing that thing I’ve had to cut my own L.t’s from doing; intimidating the rookies.

Well, he’s gonna have a rude wake-up call.

I especially noticed it when he was stalking me as I looked over my favorite sniper rifle, the beautiful McMillan Tac-50 in my hands. I even caught glimpses of Ghost looking amused in the eyes, it was… odd. I was fascinated by this man. Like, who names themselves Ghost? And isn’t considered an edgy teen? ★★★

1700 rolled about, Soap sitting to my left and Ghost sitting to his left. But John was punctual as usual, everything being ready for the second it turned 5. 

“A’igh! Now that everyone’s settled, Verdano?” Oh yeah. I was gonna introduce myself. Got it. I took every ounce of bravery in my body and took a deep breath before going up in front of everybody. Shit, I haven’t talked! Does that mean they’re gonna be upset over how I sound?

Fuck. No time to think, I straighten myself out and put on my brave voice.

“Good evenin’ ev’ryone,” my Mexican accent mixed with my Aussie accent obviously stunned some people in the room. Uy. It really was a harsh mix, I remember everybody points that out at least once when they were familiarized with me.

“I’m Captain Annette Verdano. Callsign Trick. You mighta heard o’ me, you mighta not, either way, it doesn’t matter.” I take a deep breath and Axel is nuzzling my hand. “I am officially yer co-leader for Taskforce 1-4-1. It’s a pleasure to be workin’ with y’all, I hope we really do get along! 'N I hope you can kick my ass at least once." Okay, nailed it. Absolutely 100% nailed it despite the pit in my stomach saying otherwise. The pit in my stomach made me feel completely wrong.

But to keep up appearances, I give a nod of my head and sat back down while John took my spot. He was already starting to talk about an upcoming mission in a month, and leaving me to recharge from that.

Sure, I handled platoons before. But I haven’t done one since Xio. Our platoon was the last one I managed, the one she was in, and the one we met through. Fuck it’s been a year. I need to sort my shit out, especially with these upcoming missions. At least I have Axel at my side. ★★★

Then it was sleeping time in the barracks. Since this wasn’t really their actual base, we had two people in a room. MacTavish and Gaz shared, myself and Ghost shared, while Roach and Price had their own. I didn't know why though. But apparently the reasoning for pairing Ghost and I was “the respect that lurks with wearing the mask”. Aka, just so we can wear our masks without pestering the other to take it off.

When I entered the room, there were little to no decorations. Just a perfectly made bed with a few teddy bears. One had a mohawk like Soap’s, the other a mustache and hat like John’s, one with little antennae to hint to Roach, and the last one had a UK hat like Gaz. D'awww, t hat’s oddly endearing. I set my shit and the files I was tasked to read before sleeping tonight on my bed across from Ghost's. Shit, the number of files I had was excessive. Two boxes full of them! Either way, it was time for me to settle down. I took my helmet off just to replace it with a regular hat right after, dropping my vest onto my bed, and just taking off general heavy shit. 

Eventually, I could have the pleasure of a nice shower, especially since we had the privilege of a bathroom each to share in our rooms. I haven't had a shower for a long while, and at this point, I’m sure I reeked, but I know nobody would get close enough to smell. Thank the shower gods for blessing me on this fine day. ★★★

I felt comfortable now. I was fresh out of the shower with my hair washed and dried with a fresh balaclava that had my signature animal skull on it, walking into the main room from the bathroom.

“Ghost?” I called out when seeing him flip through my boxes of files, sitting like a mom waiting for her out-of-control kid to come back at 12 AM.

“Annette Verdano, age 28, Captain at 25. Has two parents in Bendigo, Australia n’ two brothers servin’ the Mexican military in Las Almas, notably part of Los Vaqueros. So you immigrated to Australia, n’ then joined the military for a green card?” Wow. He liked to talk a lot. I lean against the bathroom door frame and stare him down. “Yeeep," I drew out obnoxiously. "Ended up havin’ more fun than I thought I would, been parta the military since I was 16. Over 12 years in service, y’know?” I laughed a bit before walking over to him sitting on my bed. “Put my files down, Ghost. Is there a reason why yous lookin’ through my sheet?”

“You’re three years younger than me ‘n a captain, you don’t think that’s suspicious?” He tried to taunt me by waving my own file in front of me, then standing and putting it out of my reach. Damn, my height.

He was amused by my struggle too. I can see it behind his eye black when he raised it up and over his head, still hella out of my reach. “No. I don’t. I worked damn hard for my position ‘n I fuckin’ deserved it. You can shove my insignia up your ass if you have a problem with it, Lieutenant.” I used my authoritative voice, hands on my hips and that angry captain stare.

Ghost tilted his head, his eyes narrowing back at me like he was trying to square me up. From what I read from his body language in the meeting, I definitely somehow pissed him off. Maybe he’s salty about how he isn’t a captain and I am.

“I ain’ gonna say it again, Lieutenant. You better drop that file before I teach you how to respect your authority again .” With a bite in my voice, he yielded. Dropping the file on my bed and going to his side of the room to collect a few things and disappear into the bathroom.

I sat on my bed with a hard sigh before grabbing the file he was looking over– mine– and reading it. What did they put on my file?

It was a few pages. The first page with my full name, basic details, when I got promotions, and my time at the military academies. Then the second with my qualifications, missions, etcetera, etcetera. Then my health pages, detailing my hospitalizations and mental health shit. I couldn’t help but notice the three sticky notes added to my file at the bottom in John’s recognizable shitty cursive writing.

Allowed to wear their mask! Helps their mental health coping, don’t ask to take off was the first one. It made me smile knowing how long ago John wrote this, he was the one I went to for help to allow the army to let me wear a mask. 

Next note, Emotional support dog (the big ass Doberman) is registered as Axel Rose. All his documents are put in his own file which should be at the back of this one. D’aww. He even got all of Axel’s documents put together for me. I can tell this one is newer, the ink is still dark and nearly untouched.

Last note… Do not mention Simon Riley. At all. Or Xiomara Garcia (their late wife) only other squad members she led are allowed to speak about her. 

. . .

That last note kind of made me feel something in my chest. Hurt. I grabbed onto the dog tags hung around my neck, Xiomara, Simon, and my own dog tags. 

I miss them both. I miss them so much. I miss Simon making me feel safe and assured, watching my six and being my cover fire when I needed him to be while I reloaded my rifle before taking the final shot to save the both of us. And then I miss Xiomara making me feel self-assured, confident. I miss seeing her smile and how she’d cheer everybody up with her encouragement, then kiss me every time some random person asked her out at a bar or in the mess hall.

Fuck. Not even a mask like the one I wear is something to keep me from my past, especially not when fucking John is the one writing them.

To be fair, I did go to him a lot about it. I vented to him, he vented to me. Since both of us are Captains, there is a silent understanding between the both of us about the things we’re forced to witness. Choices we’re forced to make, just to keep everything fucking running.

Yet somehow, all of the emotions in me flowed out the second Axel perked up and jumped onto my bed to curl into me. He laid his heavy head on my lap and closed his eyes with calm breathing. My boy really did know me so well, his ears lowered while showing me unconditional love and care. Well, I guess John really does care about me too if he’s putting these notes in my files for others. As far back as a few years ago, even.

I changed files, flipping through MacTavish's, then Garrick’s, then Sanderson’s. Finally reading Ghost’s files, right in front of his dumbass on his bed lounging. He was glaring at me past his balaclava when I put up his file to block my face. I was s kimming through the information, and I finally actually looked at his name.

Simon Riley.

. . . This day just keeps getting more and more fucked. Every single minute, I get assaulted with something else. I pulled up Simon’s dog tag around my neck and compared the service numbers on the document and Si’s dog tag. But as I expected, it was completely mismatched. Fuck. I hate when I meet other Simon Rileys– it’s happened a few times, but this one was easily the most hurtful since I can’t actually compare faces.  I hold his tags tight in my hand to the point I got white knuckles, doing my best to keep it all in after my heart skipped that fucking much. Then I looked at his tags and read them over again, and stared at the picture of him I had added to a silicone dog-tag-shaped picture frame.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Shit, am I having an attack? I can't tell. My breath won’t steady, my eyes won’t clear, the feeling of a knot in between my stomach and throat. I want to puke, bile running up from my gullet to wedge itself in my throat. My mind hurts, it hurts so much. If Simon had seen me like this he would hug me, Xio would hold me, and I would be taken care of. If they were here, they would make it all better. They would make sure every ounce of pain was gone, every single ounce. They would take every bit of hurt in me away if they were just here.

But neither of them is here. Axel alerts me the second he could and puts his big paw on my hand. I put the file down slowly and took deep breaths. In through my nose, hold, exhale for as long as I can. It took a few moments but with Axel's gentle snout-prodding, my breathing tactics, and clearing my head to think of simple things like mushroom spores... the panic fades slowly from my body. The adrenaline goes down, and I'm left without much breath but much nicer thoughts.

Ghost could see me panicking I’m pretty sure. But he didn’t seem to care, and that’s how I like it. I closed the files after having done a tiny bit of my research on everybody in the group and I decided to pick up on it before I start one-on-one training with the squad tomorrow.

He stared at me with dark eyes like he could see through me but I didn’t care. I just put the boxes next to my bed and lay on my back, content with falling asleep just like that.

While I can. ★★★

I woke up bright and early at 0430, the sun peeking out by the time I was ready and out of the room. I had a quick smoke before going to John’s office after having a protein bar just to keep me somewhat full. “I read up on ev’ryone. ‘N thanks for tha lil’ notes on my file, John. It was real sweet o’ you.” 

John shook his head while sipping his coffee, nearly black just as I remembered. He only adds a spoonful of sugar and that’s it. “No worries, Anne. Y’know I need to make sure the generals can take care of ya!” He belly laughed a bit while leaning back in his chair. “You remind me of a siblin', Anne. I want you to be just fine– even if I know you can watch yourself.”

With a brow raised, I slightly laugh. “Fair dinkum, John?” I asked with a curious tone in my voice while I tilt my head.

“Fair dinkum, Anne. Whatever the bloody hell that means.” He laughed again, just as giggly as I remembered. But he calmed himself down quicker than before to show that old smile I was familiar with. “You’re just like-a sista to me. N’ may God n’ the Queen strike me down to say otherwise.” Ah, he’s even more of a British cunt than the last time I saw him too.

But either way, the expression was sweet. It brought an unprecedented smile to my face behind my mask, only being outwardly expressed when I raised my goggles over my cap. “Ah crikey, John. Guess you’re like my damn oldah brother then, aye? Just my third n’ ‘bout hundred years older than me, viejo .” By the way his mustache moved when he squinted his eyes like he was trying to understand and made me laugh. “Oh wait, forgot! You tea drinkers don’t know Spanish. Guess I gotta teach you someday,” I said with a taunting tone. John’s face scrunched with embarrassment, slightly reddening from what I caught.

“Oh, don’t be makin’ me take the piss now, Annes!” He groaned while shaking his head out of frustration. I will forever call him viejito and he will never understand. 

“Viejito blanquito. There. If you surprise me with how whipped into shape these boys are, maybe I’ll consider tellin’ you what that means. But so far with that puto Ghost you mixed me with, I ain’ too impressed,” I explained with a slight huff at the mention of Ghost. “N’ no warnin’ ‘bout his name either, John?” I feign offendedness with an exaggerated tone and a gloved hand dramatically pressed to my chest. “How dare you, you drongo!”

Luckily John had picked up on my humor over the years. He knew I wasn’t actually pissed, but he also knew I wasn’t necessarily positive about it either. “Well, he came about durin’ a good time. It’s just unfortunate the names are exactly to Simon– God bless his heart. I didn’t want to scare you away from this because of it.” He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes and bulky arms folded over his chest. “You know I would’ve told you if it weren’t for that.”

With a heavy sigh, I understood what John was getting at. “A’igh, a’igh. I understand you, mate.” I sat on the chair across from him past his desk, scratching the back of my head. “Still, did you have to put me in the same room as him?”

He noticeably bit his inner cheek while averting his eyes like he was thinking. “I know you don’ like curtain twitchers, ‘n I trust Siii… Ghost. I trust Ghost to not be like that with you, ‘n I know you wouldn’t be like that with him either.” 

“But why not fucken uh… I ‘unno, Garrick? Or MacTavish? Even Sanderson? They all seem like fine lads to share rooms with, y’know?” I bitch and moan about this but with decent reasoning, throwing my head back dramatically.

Price leaned forward. “As much as I love ‘em, Johnny pokes at Ghost ‘bout his mask here and there. In his sleep he even tried gettin’ a peek ‘n the Lieutenant nearly killed him.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh when recalling the incident. “But Kyle ain’ as bad as Johnny, I’ll give that bloke that, but he still asks about it from time to time. I bet he’d ask Johnny to do the dirty work for him too, as much as I love ‘im.”

Then his head popped up after his shoulder hunched a bit. “N’ Gary? He ain’ too bad, but I know you like your sleep. He’ll be up at night wakin’ you up with him screamen at kids online, that’s why he has his own room. Nobody wants to bunk with Gary.”

With a defeated sigh, I groan like a teenager and lean the chair back, dangerously teetering on the edge. “Fine. Fine. Youuu win, you fucken boga–” The door opening suddenly made me and the chair fall right down from how unexpected it was.

Now I was at the feet of the biggest cunt I’ve ever met after embarrassing myself by falling back in a chair like a high schooler. Just like in high school. Staring down at me like I was a peasant was the almighty– hella tall too– Ghost. Or Simon Riley as I’ve learned to my own dismay. I quickly got up from my place on the floor to see John barely holding it together, stifling his laughter while his face flushed red. I swear, he was about to start banging on the damn table too.

I rolled my eyes at John and held all the embarrassment I had building in my chest, pushing in my chair and pushing past Ghost. “I’m gettin’ brekkie. N’ I ain’ savin’ you a bite either, Jonathan.”

He shut his trap real quick after I used his full name and shut the door on my way out. Then I went back to the barracks real quick to grab Axel– assuming he was even awake by now. Sometimes that dog will sleep well into the morning if I let him. Gotta love him.

After I grabbed him and was making my way to the mess hall with him by my side, Ghost was watching me in the shadows again. Intimidation, hm? Might work for rookies but not me. I might make him give me 50 push-ups just for trying, pull rank on him for all I care. But oh well, I was eventually distracted by the special banana nut muffins they laid out for us under a heat lamp. I grabbed one, some fluffy eggs, and a mug of coffee before going and sitting at a table in the corner. Of course with a plate of eggs and raw meat, they graciously provided for Axel with me, watching him tear that food up.

But my peaceful eating was disturbed. By Ghost, again. Of all things. He had the gall to grab a mug of coffee, a banana nut muffin, and a random newspaper (that I didn’t even know we had access to) just to sit in front of me at my table.

Well, I’m not giving him a response. Instead, I just finished my food and waited on Axel, giving him little scratches on the top of his head. Then we wash up, Ghost washing up right after we leave, and then we go on a run around the perimeter of the base. ★★★

Was he really fucking stalking me now? I’m running around the base and he’s about 3 meters away, so I fall back a bit within earshot of him while he was acting oblivious that he was following me. “Aye, L.t. You keep followin’ me n’ I might hafta assume you have a crush on your new captain!” I shouted out.

“I'm shadowen you, Captain Verdano.” Oh. This was definitely John’s doing.

I roll my eyes and fall back further, Axel at my side while we jogged. “Well, I dismiss you from shadowen me. Y’know he only wants you to shadow so we can bond. ‘N even then, it ain’ gonna work all that well.”

The tension between us was palpable as we jogged, both of us barely breaking a sweat with our heads forward.

“Any stories ‘bout your time as captain?” Ghost finally asked, somewhat breaking the stupid tension between us and making me breathe a sigh of relief.

I had to think… hm. I got one. 

“Mission in Siberia. We were workin’ with a PMC called Kortac. My squad n’ these few contractors were penetratin’ this base ‘n attaching explosives all around it to just wipe it all off. This one massive hulkin’ mass named König was helpin’ us out. He taught me a few things about how bottled-up emotions can really make someone into the deadliest weapon imaginable.” I explained, tone heavy. “We all got in pretty fast, I was usin’ the vents to my advantage to get the drop ‘n snipe them off to just help my crew out. My wife Xio was fucken shit up too! She came in from the side doors, the fastest sweeping I’ve seen, thas beau o’ a lady. Her callsigns Treat, ‘n we always tease her for it.”

“What happened to her? Are you two still married?”

I was so enveloped in talking about her that it felt like she was still here. As if I’d go to the barracks to see her in bed with a book. The sinking pit in my stomach got deeper and Axel prodded me again with his snout to alert me. I felt a slight panic build up again and I’m reminded. Reminded too fucking much of the nights I spent next to her in the hospital bed.

“She passed away a bit ago.” I clenched my fist, deep breathing like my therapist said, while we slowed from a jog to a walk. “This is my first squad since she passed. They got another captain f’r the last one, just so I could take a bit of a break.” Why am I being so open? Eugh.

I shake my head. “Anyhow, that’s outta the way.”

He narrows his eyes at me and I can swear he raises an eyebrow behind his balaclava. “You miss her much?”

With a light feigning smile behind my mask, I go back to stoicism as usual. “With all my life. I miss her ev’ry day I don’t see her, but I know she’d want me to continue my career. She was one helluva Lieutenant, Riley. I hope you live up to her.” I gave him a light nod before going back on my jog.

As much as I love Xio, I have to be a captain. I can cry over her when it’s appropriate but right now? I had some research to do on the boys. ★★★★★★★★★ thank you so much for reading!! and please send in some asksss! i beg of youuu! will post next chapter after some editing tomorrow <3

[emjiroki]

I love your theme by the way and the header is so cute KJSDNgjer also I copied and pasted the whole list then erased some lmaooo so you have a bit to answer but I hope you don't mind <3

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I definitely don't mind!!! (Thank you for the compliment on my theme btw! I just LOVE valentines day and all it's pretty colors 🥰)

I'll put this under a cut so it doesn't get too long 💕

😅- well honestly I deleted my cringest story about a year ago and it is now archived somewhere deep in my Google docs. It was a Hawks x Reader x Endeavor fic that was three parts. The title was cringe and the whole thing just wasn't planned out very well

🦅- I try my best to outline! Trying to have some organization helps me keep things in line but most of the time the characters and scenes have a mind of their own, I'm just along for the ride.

🤗- advice I would give would be don't limit yourself! Write whatever you want and don't put yourself in a box. Writing something you enjoy truly is key to having a successful story because you put your all into it. And it's not all numbers, just because something you wrote and posted didn't get a lot of likes does not mean it wasn't good! Don't be discouraged!

💞- oh wow I have so many lol Shoto, Mikey, Enji, AngelDevil and Aki and lots and lots more. (Um also Simon "Ghost" Riley from COD but I don't talk about him that often)

😍- Favorite Character to write is probably Enji. I got labeled as a top Enji writer pretty quickly (and unexpectedly) and he's just fallen into the muse category. I feel alot of freedom writing his character and hopefully don't make him to ooc lol

🤲- Hmmmmm well I guess I could.... Knight Enji WIP it is

 Enji had a direct view of the door to the chapel from where he stood posted to the King's left beside the window, and he thinks he might have been the first to see you in the doorway. It was suddenly very hot underneath his heavy armor and he was thankful that he didn’t need to wear the helmet because he might have fainted. Was that his heart hammering behind his eyes, through his fingers tips, and toes? He was sure he died and somehow made it to heaven, broke down the pearly gate, and clawed his way through the clouds to get a glimpse of the angels as you walked through the held-open doors and seemed to suck the air from the room. The closer you got to the alter the more dry his mouth grew, the more his big hands shook, the more his stomach knotted. The stained glass of the church windows glimmered against your skin. Red, Blue, Green, He traced your features in every color, etching your beauty into his memory as a keepsake forever. He would crave it into his flesh if he could, down to the bone so after he’s dead and gone even the worms would know his devotion.

🤯- Genre I struggle with is any sort of mystery. I really don't know why I can't think of good plot twists to save my life. I usually have to talk out my plots with my husband

💔- an old Levi fic I wrote that I never released and is still archived in my docs. It's bittersweet and I just love him so much it hurts (also Oni's Heart pt 3 after readers been taken and Enji is depressed for a bit. Sad.)

🤭- em writes ✍️ is my go to tag for my fics so I can organize and em talks 👄 is my most often used I think

🥰- I LOVE reader interaction!!!! It makes me so happy! And YES PLEASE ASK ME THINGS! I'm always open to questions! And love discussing characters and plots and stuff! MY INBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN 💕