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rileyslibrary · 8 months

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The Log Cabin: Wish and Hope

Synopsis: You go on a vacation with the Lieutenant at his log cabin.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2,617

A/N:

Wholesome fluff.

This is the final part of the story, but you can also read it as a one-shot. (Part 1 & Part 2 if you’re interested)

The inspiration behind the exterior/interior of the cabin.

Also, writing this chapter was quite the journey.

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The sun has almost set by the time you reach your destination.

Simon parks the car at the bottom of the hill, where the road ends, marking the boundary between civilisation and the wilderness. He retrieves his balaclava from the back seat’s pocket and scans the surroundings before getting out of the car.

“Get the axe and Bourbon from the backseat,” he instructs as he steps out.

You follow his directive, picking up the well-worn axe and a bottle of amber liquid from the backseat.

Simon slings his rucksack over his shoulder and tucks his mask into one of the front pockets. He takes your bag with one hand and a red toolbox from the car’s floor with the other.

You show him the axe and Bourbon from across the car, shaking both in your hands. With your supplies gathered, you exchange a nod—a habit you picked up from the field—and begin your way up the hill, leaving the car behind.

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You walk beside him, but he’s gaining ground quickly. He looks unfazed by the long journey—as if he hadn’t spent the entire day driving.

You, on the other hand, are exhausted. Each stride feels heavier on your legs, and the uneven path doesn’t help. The moss cushions your steps, making it difficult to gauge the depth of the ground beneath you.

Sometimes, you stumble, and he glances back to check on you. He looks you up and down, assessing you, before returning his attention to the trail ahead.

“Tired?” he asks, which feels more like a rhetorical question—an observation, a statement—than as a genuine concern.

You shake your head. Fatigue clouds your thoughts, and you fail to register that he can’t perceive your nonverbal response. He turns around once more, waiting for an answer.

“Nope,” you reply, forcing yourself to stand a bit taller. “Not tired at all.”

His gaze shifts forward, and you slump.

You try to focus on your senses, hoping to distract your mind until you reach the cabin. You look up at the tree branches, outlined by the fading light, casting a dark shadow above you. You listen to the birds calling, the insects responding, and a stream nearby. You take a deep breath, smelling the pine and wet ground. It seems like it rained not long ago. It’s a bit chilly. You wonder why you didn’t bring your jacket, only to recall that it’s August. Then you realise it’s August but in the Scottish woodlands.

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You must have walked for another fifteen minutes before the cabin finally reveals itself. It’s almost dark now, but you can see the worn wood that graces it. The hut is tiny, way smaller than you imagined, with a triangular roof and a chimney. How does one fit a fireplace in there? How does he fit in there? How are you both going to fit in there?

A small front porch extends from the cabin’s entrance, complete with a lone chair and a lantern hung next to the door. A serene pond reflects the darkening sky nearby, its surface motionless, still, mimicking the night.

As you approach the cabin, you notice a smaller room that you assume to be the toilet—a logical consideration given the cabin’s size. An open shower is nearby, next to a tree, shielded by strategically placed vertical logs for privacy.

Simon places your bags on the porch and retrieves the lantern. He fills it with fuel, lights it up, and hands it to you. He unlocks the cabin door, pushes it open, and motions with his head for you to take the first step inside.

It’s cosy. Intimate. How will he handle such closeness?

A two-seater brown leather sofa invites you to relax while a small fireplace stands against the wall. A compact table with a lone chair marks the boundary between the living room and the kitchen, which consists of a fire stove, a single counter, and exposed cabinets stocked with plates, cups, and utensils.

You concentrate on a nook at the far end of the kitchen, where a double bed is placed. It’s so snug it looks like the room was built around it. A small window in the bed’s headboard frames a view of the outside shower.

“Did you build this by yourself?” You ask, placing the axe and the Bourbon on the table.

Simon’s head pops in from the doorway at the sound of your voice.

“What?” he asks.

“This,” you gesture to the cabin. “Did you build it on your own?”

He seems surprised by your question. “Me?” he points to himself. “Nah, I found it like this.”

“You found it like this,” you echo, raising your eyebrows.

“I bought it that way and made a few tweaks,” he explains as he places your bags on the sofa and proceeds to get into the details of his modifications.

You focus again on the interior, capturing the nuances he points out. The stove, the sofa, the solitary chair beside the table – they all reflect his choices. That’s him; you’ve never seen him like this. Or, at least, this side of him.

“Also installed a couple of solar panels; I’ll go check on ’em,” he concludes, grabbing a flashlight from the toolbox. “We eat when I come back, yeah?”

You nod, but he’s already heading out, leaving you alone in the cabin. You set the lantern on the kitchen table.

You want to rest, but the sofa is covered with bags and equipment, and you’re too weary to clear them away. The lone chair by the table doesn’t look like it would do any favours for your achy back. Instead, you opt for the bed. You sit on its edge and pat the mattress.

Thoughts bubble to the surface, and your mind focuses on a particular issue—the sleeping arrangements. Yes, you’re comrades who shared a bed out of necessity before, but that was a different scenario—now, sleeping together in a bed while on vacation? A shared vacation? That’s an entirely different matter.

As you reflect, your fingers graze the sheets. They’re soft—inviting. Leaning back, you sink into the mattress, its comfort drawing you in. The hiss of the lantern, paired with your breath, becomes a lullaby in the cabin’s silence. As the emotional strain and the tension in your body eases, the bed cradles you, its comfort pulling you deeper into its embrace. The day’s worries fade away with each breath. You close your eyes one last time for the day.

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The morning sun filters in through the bedroom window, gently nudging you awake. You blink, focusing on the wooden wall that stands inches away from your nose. You sit up slowly. Strange—your body isn’t positioned the way it was when you drifted off to sleep.

You turn at the empty space beside you; he is not there, yet the slightly flattened pillow and the tousled sheets hint that he has occupied that spot. There’s also a subtle change in your clothing; while you’re still dressed the same as yesterday, your shoes are missing. You wiggle your toes.

The sounds of the outdoors seep into the cabin, and you look out the window. Yesterday must have drained you completely. Sliding to the edge of the bed, you plant your bare feet onto the cool wooden floor, spying your shoes near the cabin entrance. As you approach them, you instinctively reach for Simon’s jacket, hanging over the chair. Wrapping yourself in it, you inhale deeply at its collar.

You slip into your shoes and open the cabin door. The brisk morning air greets you first, biting at your skin, and you hug Simon’s jacket tighter around you. A weird sound is coming from somewhere nearby that feels out of place from its surroundings.

Your eyes narrow toward the source—something by the pond. You shield your eyes from the sun’s glare, and the source becomes clearer. Simon stands at the pond’s edge, wearing a grey shirt that clings to his sweat-dampened chest. Gripping the axe with both hands, he raises it overhead, the blade briefly shining before descending with a solid thud. It bites into the wood and splits it in half with an audible crack. Then again. And again. And again.

Occasionally, he lets out a soft grunt as he swings the axe, releasing the tension from his body until he repeats the same movement. The sweat glistens on his skin, and his biceps flex with every lift, then relaxing with each hatch.

“Morning,” you finally say.

He pauses mid-swing and looks up. He sets the axe down against a log and wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Dark patches are spreading from his underarms. He’s breathless, so he nods at you instead.

“What happened in there?” you ask, motioning towards the bed.

Simon’s lips curl up. A single droplet drips from the tip of his nose as he bends and picks up the axe again.

“You confused sleeping with dying; that’s what happened.”

You chuckle. “You couldn’t wake me up, huh?”

He shakes his head, still smiling. “For someone who claims to be ‘not tired at all,’ you sure fell asleep like a rock,” he says, swinging the axe once more to split another log.

“Tea?” you offer.

“Please.”

You grin. “Beg a little, will you?”

He lets out a chuckle. “Careful now,” he warns you jokingly, giving the axe a casual twirl in his hand and keeping on working.

You roll your eyes and make your way to the kitchen. You grab a kettle, fill it with water, and place it on the stove. Opening the tea box, you browse the selection with your finger, then turn to search for Simon outside, thinking of asking him about his tea preference. However, he’s nowhere to be found. Redirecting your focus to the options, you speculate he’d be content with whatever you choose; he wouldn’t bring them here if he didn’t like them. You settle on Earl Grey.

As the water heats up, you ready the teapot with the tea blend and look out the window above the bed. There’s movement. You take a closer look.

Simon stands right by the shower. He slowly peels off his shirt, revealing his upper body inch by inch, and drapes it over the partition as he steps into the shower. His jeans and boxers follow suit, finding their place next to his shirt. He lifts his hand and turns on the shower head, finally releasing the water he yearns for after his hard work. His eyes shut as he lets the water flow down his body, starting from his head, tracing the line of his neck, and continuing down to his shoulders.

Did you lose your ability to breathe, or did time slow down? Does it matter? And, close your gaping mouth; you’ve seen nothing extraordinary. I, on the other hand, have seen every inch of him. Pathetic.

At least, that’s what the kettle appears to be screaming at you as it whistles for your attention. You remove it from the heat, pour it into the teapot and set it aside. You return to the window above the bed; Simon is no longer there.

You curse at the kettle.

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With the soothing warmth of tea inside you, you set out on a hiking adventure into the forest. It’s a familiar trail to Simon, yet the landscape seems untouched—whispering leaves, twittering birds, the distant murmur of a nearby stream. Sunlight filters through the foliage, draping the ground with a delicate pattern of golden lace. Moss and decomposing leaves mingle with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers to create a unique scent.

As you continue on the trail, you get captivated by an ancient tree standing alone, gnarled and weathered by time. Its roots grip the earth like they were there before your kind began to call this place home, and its branches reach for the sky as if praying to the gods. You touch its trunk and feel unworthy.

“Naychuh.” Simon’s voice breaks the silence. It takes a few seconds for you to register what he just said.

“Indeed,” you add. “Nature.”

“It’s amazing how they can withstand everything and remain so strong,” he observes, tracing the tree’s bark with his fingers. “Resilient.”

“I wish I were like that.” You murmur.

He averts his gaze, releasing his grip on the trunk. “The environment definitely helps,” he comments, shrugging. “Plant this tree in the Caribbean, and it’ll be dead in a week, but here?” He taps the trunk. “It flourishes.”

“Our environment isn’t very… flourishing, Lieutenant.”

“Simon,” he corrects you with a smile and motions towards the path ahead. “This way.”

The walk continues, each step leading you deeper into the woods. Neither of you utters another word. The nearby stream does all of the talking for you.

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The journey back to the cabin is easy; you both seem relaxed, no matter the distance you have walked. The forest’s inhabitants appear to switch shifts, preparing for the night; birds cease to chirp, and owls take their positions. Shadows lengthen, and the air carries a gentle chill, hinting at the approaching evening.

You’re filthy but content. Happy. You light the lantern and pull out fresh clothes from your bag.

Simon squats in front of the fire pit outside, preparing it for grilling. He piles the logs he cut earlier into the pit, tosses in some dried pine needles, and lights them up.

Two very different ways of getting burned stand before you. You step closer to him.

“Mind if I hit the showers?” you ask.

“Go ahead,” he says, nodding towards the enclosure.

“Promise you won’t look?”

“Not a fucking pervert like you are,” he jokes with a playful smile on his lips as he pokes the fire. “Spying from the windows.”

“I beg your pardon,” you snap, your face slowly turning red. “I wasn’t spying!”

“Sure, you weren’t.”

“I wasn’t!” You retort and smile. “I was simply enjoying what nature had to offer.”

He stifles a chuckle and shakes his head. “We eat in 20,” he announces. “Go.”

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With the sun now entirely gone, the fire glows brighter against the darkness.

You sit side by side, close to the fire, content from the shared meal. Each of you holds a glass of Bourbon and looks up at the sky, admiring the shooting stars.

A chuckle escapes you, catching Simon’s attention.

“What?” he asks, his brows knitted together.

You look down at the glass in your hand, then back up at the sky.

“Nothing,” you mutter. “I just find it funny how trees stay resilient while stars fall.”

He follows your line of sight to the night sky.

“Trees fall, just like stars,” he says, swaying his glass. “And just like us.”

“Interesting perspective, Lieut—”

“Simon,”

“Interesting perspective, Simon.”

He nods. “We all fall when the time comes.” He whispers.

You tilt your head, studying his profile. He’s aware of your gaze, yet he doesn’t shy away.

“But every fall serves a purpose,” he continues. “Trees offer us warmth, for example.”

“And what about us?” You ask.

“We put ourselves on the line to protect others.”

“Is that what you think we do? Protect?”

“I try to find some reasoning behind it,” he admits, shrugging.

Your focus shifts back to the night sky.

“And what about stars?” you wonder. “What purpose do shooting stars hold? Creating a spectacle for us, the protectors?”

He takes a sip from his glass, a soft smile on his lips.

“They make us wish,” he murmurs. “They make us wish and hope.”

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1whore1gang · 5 months

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imagine being royalty and marrying into the Scottish royal family as a treaty/arranged marriage. When you arrive to the castle, you meet your bodyguard, Johnny MacTavish. He doesn’t deem you worthy to become Scottish royalty, thinking you don’t fit their customs, but he served as your bodyguard none the less.

NO CUZ HEAR ME OUT

Over time he watches as you fulfill your role, and accompanies you as you visit the towns and speak with the people, you learn about their way of life and culture. He watches as you put in effort to connect with your future country.

On the other hand, he listens to your sobs as he stands outside your door at night, ensuring you remain safe as you sleep. He knows you don’t want this, the man you’re marrying is a monster, even he knows this. He feels for you.

One night, he steps inside your room, unable to handle anymore of your crying. His heart was breaking for you.

“You wanna talk to me lass?”

“I’m sorry Johnny, you shouldn’t be seeing me like this.” Trying to wipe your tears and collect yourself.

“I’ve listened to you cry yourself to sleep for weeks now, I want to help you. I cannot stand to hear you suffer like this.”

Once you explain how this marriage was forced upon you, how you feel you’re too young for this and everything inbetween, Johnny sits with you as you cry into his chest. He’d be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t grown fond of you, maybe too fond of you.

From that night forward, he is overly protective of you, denying your fiancé any physical contact, acting as a mediator. He never leaves you alone, often finding himself asleep in the armchair in your room at night.

You two grow close, and one night while you’re on a walk through the garden, him following behind you, you two share a kiss.

It’s completely forbidden, absolutely frowned upon by every force of nature, but you can’t deny the way the feeling of his lips brought sparks to your nerves. Your body lit up at his touch.

You two begin this intimate affair, unable to stay away. The attraction is too strong for you both, and you both kindle something true. Something you’d never have with your future husband.

The wedding draws closer and one late night you both decide to run away. To stow away in a cabin on the other side of Scotland, far away from any life, deep in the woods.

There, you live a simple, normal life. You live freely and peacefully, praying they never find you.

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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yeyinde · 3 months

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Neil's recent pics are having such a terrible influence on me because i can't stop thinking about situations.

specifically about going hiking/camping deep in the wilderness to escape the city and the stress of it all back home. but you're underprepared for the reality of the backcountry, and there's definitely Something Out There. hunting you, stalking you. chasing you. you run from it, and get hurt. all alone in the wilderness that everyone warned you was too far, and too remote for rescue. but lucky you. an unkempt Scottish man in the woods comes to help. and Johnny is so sweet, so eager, and has everything he needs to take care of you at his home, don't you worry. he def has your best interests at heart when he leads you to this rural cabin on uncharted land. completely cut off from everything you've ever known. including rescue.

but he's for sure gonna let you go once the snow melts and your injuries heal. just ignore the part where he keeps calling you his wife, and talking about forever.

#i recently got into myths of the Appalachia which are honestly pretty similar to some of our algonquin mythos i heard growing up #and one is about mountain men kidnapping women (but its always skewed as kinda this love story??)#and this is def very influenced by that #soap x reader #cod #call of duty

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diejager · 7 months

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Oh, that’s such a good point about Ghost maybe turning a blind eye to his suspicions/observations 🤔 I can totally see that happening, given that he is not easy to trust people and is a ride or die once he lets someone in

and yeah, I can definitely see Price justifying his actions now that you’ve mentioned that quote of his. Fits his wayward character perfectly tbh.

And yay for you being interested in writing the Ghost fic😱 I’ll be eagerly waiting for it! And in the meantime I’d love your recs, if you can find them🤗

Right now, these are the only ones I remember and could find(I also included other characters in case ppl are interested in them):

The (Scottish) Cabin in the Woods by Charlie_M

Pairing: Ghost x reader x Soap

"Let's go camping," Soap said. "It'll be fun," Soap said. "A lot of fun," the psychopathic serial killer said. You didn't say anything, you were too busy trying not to get kidnapped - and failing.

Cabin in the woods (Director's uncut) by CaptainGremlin

Pairing: König x reader x Horangi

You and your friend group are definitely not a part of a typical slasher movie. Two weird guys you met at the corner store somewhere in rural Austria definitely not serial killers. You are definitely going to be saved. You are definitely not going to like being their little trophy.

The Forest's Wailings by mikatheartist

Pairing: König x reader

It's the end of the session, and finals are finally over! You and your friends definitely deserve a little break. One of your more reckless friends, Julian, suggests going to his family's cabin as a vacation. Of course, you have your reservations at first, but ultimately you decide to go. Things go well. But here and there, you can't help but hear shuffling and skittering... Just what exactly is in that forest? TLDR; You and a bunch of friends go to a cabin in a supposedly haunted forest. what could go wrong lol

I’ll add more when I find them!

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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I'm gripping the bars of my cage desperately, I'm chewing at the bars, begging, pleading for more zombie ghoap x reader au.

zombie ghoap x reader au coming right up chef 🫡

btw this is super similar to charliemwrites' jaw dropping ghoap x reader "the (scottish) cabin in the woods" so you need to go read that immediately (and leave a nice comment because charlie rocks)

cw for noncon puppyplay below the cut

i was talking to ceilidh a tiny bit about this earlier, and i think that johnny and reader met in like a cannibal cult kinda thing. very much so like that episode of TLOU, yknow? they both think they've found a little commune safe haven, but it very quickly becomes clear that that's not the case.

anyways, they end up trying to get out together when they realize what's going on, and have to kill a few of the cult members :/ they've been "stuck together" ever since

they threaten to leave the other for dead (or kill them in the middle of the night) constantly. it hasn't happened yet, obviously, but boy oh boy do both of them bring it up nonstop. they act like they hate each other, but honestly they just need to fuck

but they're sorta stuck together now. you're better off paired up with someone than on your own, that's something they both learned pre-cult fiasco. and, really, they don't dislike each other nearly as much as you might think based on the way they gripe

enter ghost. he spots these two survivors wandering through the forest, one injured and both filthy, and basically thinks to himself "hm. could be good in home entertainment"

(here's the deal with puppyplay like this - it's absurd, and we're just going with it. alright??? just WORK with me here)

if you didn't see, i put in the tags of the original post "#btw - he takes you home then chains you both up outside and says something like “this is where dogs stay” :/#dont worry you're perfectly safe (he has a high fence keeping zombies out) but he likes to hear how scared you get when you're out there all#you're both quite well behaved when he lets you in for dinner the next night <3#he only has to scold you once when you both complain about being made to eat while kneeling on the floor next to him"

you're probably both "behaving" because you don't want him to. you know. fucking KILL YOU. but this is also a zombie apocalypse au, so you're both totally feral too. and this is an apocalypse ghost too, which means he's probably way harsher and way rougher around the edges than he even is in canon

anyways i think soap and reader here are more likely to be like "lets wait this out and try to escape when he's not expecting it" except they're like... really bad at trying to play along

ANYWAYS!!!! ghost takes you two back to his compound, ties the both of you up outside for the night. he wraps soap's ankle first, gives him a stern command to stay off of it, and goes back inside like everything is normal. he watches you two over the camera while planning out how he'll build some outdoor kennels for the two of you

you're both cold and tired and hungry and scared the next morning, so it doesn't take much coaxing on his part to get you inside. it takes a lot more coaxing to keep you two on your knees :/

honestly johnny's ankle is so fucked that it's almost a relief to keep pressure off of it (even if it means crawling around on the floor like an animal) but you care a hell of a lot more. ghost threatens to break your ankles before you finally listen :/

he ties the leashes to your wrists, to keep you both out of trouble as much as he can. it's not like either of you are eager to go very far - his house is warm and you're both chilled to the bone from your night outisde

anyways. that's all i've got like, linearly. but i can offer some random little tidbits about their lives after

ghost makes you both eat from the floor. he gives you plates (no silverware) at first and lets you use your hands, and gradually works the two of you up to eating from bowls with just your mouths

you and johnny bicker constantly and simon frequently makes the two of you kiss to make up :( forces you to make out with each other while he smokes a cigarette and enjoys the show. no matter how mad you are, you both end up needy and humping the air when he finally lets you stop

he tries to have you two sleep in the same crate, but it does not go well. ghost very quickly realizes that you two will try to tear each other's throats out if forced that closely together for an entire night

sometimes one of you will try to get the other in trouble. there's one particular night where you trick johnny into misbehaving and he's stuck in the outside kennel all night - but it rains. and every time you glance out the window you see how sad and cold he looks :((( ghost lets you love on him the next morning, and soap is more than eager for a bit of comfort after such a miserable night

#sometimes i giggle putting a cw for noncon puppyplay cause like. why are you following me if you DONT like that lmao #but then i remember this stuff pops up in people's recommended. and i tag it properly #asks and answers #ghoap x reader #zombie apocalypse ghoap x reader

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auspicioustidings · 4 months

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Firewatch 13

Summary: All good things come to an end.

Words: 2.3k

CWs: Significant peril (and there's a cliff hanger about it so wait for the epilogue if you'd rather not deal with not knowing the outcome)

You curled up in Johnny's bed, both sad and happy that he was on night watch. Could you have stayed away if he wasn't? Honestly you weren't really sure anymore. This was just so fucked up now. What happened down the line if they got what they wanted (and was it only them that wanted it anymore)? Did you just stay here forever and never see another person? What happened if you got pregnant? Despite your reluctant care for these men you couldn't live like that. You couldn't entertain any idea of a happily ever after like this - the locked up girl was the start of the story not the end.

Johnny's room was like him, warm and a little chaotic. He had a gaming PC setup, disconnected from any Internet of course. It wasn't password locked even now despite you being mean the first night you were in his room and deleting a bunch of his saves. It had caused a fight when he got back and realised although by that time you had already had time to cool off and feel a little bad about being so petty. So you quietly apologised and when he continued yelling Simon had grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him out. You didn't know what he did, but they came back an hour later and Johnny was calmer. Said sorry for yelling.

It was always Johnny that you wound up having screaming matches with, although it was easy to forgive one another it seemed. You just had the same short temper, easily setting one another off. If you were very honest with yourself which you tended not to be these days, part of you hoped Price would intervene when you were screaming the house down. A very large part of you. The part that craved the way he had made you feel when he had bent you over his desk and spanked you. Your head had never been so clear and calm before and you wanted to feel like that again whenever things started to get overwhelming, but it wasn’t like you were going to fucking ask your captor to take you over his knee.

The idea was making you a little flustered and well… you had kissed Johnny today. Would it be any more dangerous to get yourself off in his bed? It had been a while and you were pent up and you’d be quick. You lay and listened for a moment for any sounds in the cabin but there were none. Dosia would be out in the woods at this time. Everyone else was in bed. Simon’s bed was right on the other side of the wall from you and you couldn’t hear anything, so he must be asleep. You slid your hand down, biting your lip as your fingers dipped beneath your waistband to gently get yourself feeling good.

You huffed when you couldn’t find a good rhythm. Shouldn’t this be like riding a bike? Still, it wasn’t like it felt bad, it just didn’t feel as good as you wanted. But you could get yourself there you were sure, just needed to get wet and the slide of your fingers would feel better. You were finally getting into the groove when there was a light knock at the door which was typical really.

“Come in” you called, not at all happy about it.

You were under blankets and had obviously removed your hand from your underwear so it wasn’t like anyone would know what you had been doing, not even Simon when he slid into the room and closed the door behind him.

“What?”

“Sounded like you were having a nightmare.”

Ah. Fuck. That stupid satisfied grin told you all you needed to know as he walked over and sat on the bed. So much for nobody knowing what you were doing. God what did he have supersonic hearing?

“Must have been.”

“That right?”

“So your stupid little pact thing is still going then?”

“Remind me.”

“Stupid wee bonnie thing, your naw going tae cum until ye get permission from every single one of us” you mimicked in your absolute worst impersonation of a Scottish accent.

Simon snorted at that and his hand shifted to follow the shape of your body over the blanket before taking your own hand and bringing it to his mouth, kissing at your fingers that had just been on your body.

“Don’t remember agreeing to any pact.”

“...you’re not fucking me.”

“Fair enough sweetheart. Getting you off on the cards?”

The thing about Simon was that he was always blunt with you. He didn’t dance around things like the others sometimes did, he always just asked exactly what he wanted to. It sucked when he used it against when you were trying to be annoying, not letting you keep winding up Price with saying you didn’t like any of the options he was putting forward for food and instead point blank asking you to name exactly what you wanted down to the ingredient list. And he didn’t have any polite filter, when you had mumbled about wanting a razor he had asked in front of everyone if it was "for your cunt”. Kyle had nearly choked on the apple he had been eating.

You considered, narrowing your eyes at his amused look.

“It’s a one time thing.”

“Uh huh.”

“Nobody else can know.”

“Not gonna be me that tells them.”

“I’m not sucking you off either.”

“Want you to jack me off at least. Only polite.”

“Fine. Not on my face.”

“Tits?”

“You’re pushing it Riley but I’ll allow it.”

“Magnanimous of you. Now open your legs, going to eat you out for fucking hours.”

He was not kidding and he was stupidly good at it. He was true to his word as well in that he didn’t tell Price or Kyle anything, didn’t need to with how loud he managed to get you, only chuckling when you smacked him after the scrape of his teeth made you yelp loudly. You let him stay after.

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“Quit yer bitchin’ Johnny.”

“Naw, shan’t. Move the fuck over.”

“You’ll wake her up.”

“Then I’ll fucking tire her back out, move!”

You grumbled and shoved at Simon to get him to move. You didn’t care who was in this bed as long as they shut up and let you sleep. It was lovely and warm in between them.

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“Oh shut up Kyle.”

“Didn’t say anything luv!”

“You were thinking it very loudly.”

You were not enjoying breakfast one little bit. Johnny was still in bed, Simon was smug as hell and Kyle and Price were definitely looking at you with amused ‘how was last night?’ looks, Kyle’s being particularly loud. Dicks.

“Come on little bird eat your pancakes, need to get your energy back after-”

“After what?” you hissed at him.

“...nothing.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You shovelled pancakes into your mouth like the most petulant child on the planet and ignored their chuckling for the rest of the day.

–

“You could just ask you know.”

Price was leant on the kitchen counter when you went to make yourself a cup of tea. The cabin was quiet with the other three off to town (which you were always upset about. You wanted to go into town). It had been a few weeks since you had fucked up and despite a mighty effort from both Johnny and Simon you had refused to do so again. They were winding you up something awful though and it had only gotten worse when Kyle joined in.

Heated glances, brushes of hands against your waist and thigh, lewd comments whispered right into your ear, them walking around in a towel still wet from the shower. It was annoying the life out of you and you were snapping more and more, ready to boil over and explode.

“To go into town?”

“You know that's not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean John?”

You both stubbornly stayed silent as you made your tea. You could outlast him, you could. You drank your tea in silence. You settled on the sofa to read a book in silence. You got up to wash your empty mug in silence. You settled back in to continue reading in silence. And all the while he stayed where he was, leant back with his arms folded watching you. Waiting.

“...you can do it again” you mumbled, annoyed and embarrassed.

“Hmm?”

“I'm not… it's not me asking. I'm just saying you can.”

“Right. And if I did and you wanted me to stop?”

“Red.”

“Orange if you need less.”

“Green if I need more.”

“OK” he agreed as he finally moved to come sit next to you. “Over my knee little bird, let's unwind you.”

It would be annoying that it worked except you were too boneless and relaxed after to hold on to the feeling.

–

“Doesn't this bring back memories?” Kyle grinned as he sprawled on the sofa in the watchtower.

You just rolled your eyes and wandered the small space, taking in the view properly since you had been distracted last you were here. You had asked to go on the overnight firewatch, desperate for a change of scenery after months of the cabin and the same walking route, and it had been his night.

You suspected the only reason they had allowed it was because they knew you were on your period given that you had to ask them to bring you supplies. As much as sex would probably help, you were very much just a grouchy, sleepy lump who was very apparently not going to be partaking in such things right now. Kyle could tear his clothes off and you didn't think it would affect you.

“Uh huh, near death, kidnapping, make out session. Truly a thrilling trilogy.”

“Aww luv come here.”

“Shouldn't you be watching. For fire” you deadpanned as you nevertheless went to flop on top of him.

“We’ll make a fire fighter out of you yet!”

He played with your hair like he knew you liked and the warmth of his body felt lovely. Whenever you shifted to try and get comfortable he would move exactly where you needed him to be no matter if it put him in an awkward position or not.

The walk up and down the stairs for the bathroom was God awful but probably good for you. But the real star of the show was walking the little balcony perimeter of the tower. The stars were so beautiful out here. It should have made you cringe at the cliche of it all when you said as much and he agreed they were beautiful while not taking his eyes off of you.

It was strange, but it actually made you feel happy. Neither of you spoke about that kiss you shared under the stars after, leaving that secret for the tower to keep.

–

“Dosia! Where's Dosia?!”

You were frantic and couldn't listen to them. Not when they were telling you to leave. Not when Price was dragging you up the path by the arm and you could barely see through tears. It was all happening too fast. You were laughing at Kyle trying to teach Johnny how to flip a pancake, you should still be doing that.

“Forget about her! You need to run, now!”

You had never heard him sound like that and it scared you. The sound of the fire rapidly ripping through the trees was deafening, the sky red with embers and the smoke already starting to choke through. Simon had sounded the alarm 10 minutes ago having spotted smoke from far in the forest and already it was rapidly spreading, all of them kitted up and heading out to try and contain it while the planes deployed to tackle it from above.

You were clinging to Price's arm. He couldn't go back that way. You didn't want him to go that way. That way was the fire. Why were they all going towards the fire?

“Look at me! You are going to run as fast as you can ok? And you're going to make it to town safe and sound.”

“I- n-no! You told me I was staying! I’ll tell everyone you took me and you’ll be in trouble! You- you need to keep me!”

“You won our bet” he said, grabbing your face and kissing you like he knew it was the last time. “Now for once do as you're told and go!”

You couldn't stop him and you were too terrified of following him as he pulled his mask on and went towards the danger, so you did the only thing you could do and followed his instructions. You could barely see through tears and tripped at one point, hearing the roar behind you as you froze on your hands and knees, wondering how they could ever survive. It was only a biting and clawing Dosia bursting from the trees to spur you to your feet that got you going again.

When you got to town the place was being evacuated as fire trucks were racing in from the nearest fire houses and planes were starting to streak overhead. One of the locals spotted you, damn surprised to see a dead girl emerging from the trees with cat in tow. They bundled you up in a shock blanket and put you in the passenger seat of a car with Dosia in your lap to get taken to the next town over. You found yourself watching the forest disappear in the rear view mirror, the ashes of your cottage still a stain on the edge. You wondered if their cabin would be the same. You wondered if they would be the same.

The bet wasn't your win at all. Price might have finally come to regret bringing you to the cabin, but you had forgotten there was ever a time you hadn't wanted to be with them weeks ago. And now you weren't sure how you were going to learn to live without them.

#mhairiwrites #cod #cod au #tf 141 x reader #it is not a Mhairi fic if I don't pull some nonsense at the 11th hour

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emmylous-world · 1 year

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TF141 and their wedding

AN: I was bored and don’t have a laptop so I’ll feed you guys this, what I think their weddings would be like, lemme know if I should do something else, like engagement rings and wedding bands, types of houses etc. enjoy heheh

TF141 x f!reader

TW: mentions of sex,

Ghost💀

He’s gonna be very generic, basic and plain. It would be in the fall, beginning of October. He’s not much of the designer so he’ll definitely let you do the picking and choosing, happy with whatever. But it’s gonna be on the ghost theme, everything black and red with roses and skull’s. it’s not gothic or grungey, just black, red and a little white in there. His suit is black with a red tie. It’s probably held on a field in the country in England, idk won’t go into detail. Would only focus on you the whole night, he touches you more and gives you more kisses then normal. Will not stop touching, always has a hand on you, I mean it’s his wedding day. But doesn’t talk much, just watches you. Got teary eyes at Prices speech. When his tired of everyone, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the cabin and consummate the wedding💀😏

Soap 🧼

Somewhat of Scottish wedding, definitely wears a kilt and the Mactavish brooch, thistle everywhere, the bouquet, cake, table decorations. It also be in august. Also I’m not sure if he would do a handfast first, but the wedding would definitely held in a castle in the highlands, and is sworn under God to be with you till the end of time. He cries when you walk down the aisle, can’t take his eyes off you, But after the wedding, the reception part, expect him to get pissed drunk. Plays some wedding games definitely, looses every time, cry’s at the speeches, every single one, he’s drunk so it’s a given. Eventually gets horny, takes you away to show you how much he really loves you😌

Gaz ☕️

Gaz would be basic like Ghost, it’s gonna be in the summer, in a tent. Pastel colours, and lots of eucalyptus. His suit would either be black or blue, I don’t know much about Gaz sorry, so I don’t know exactly what he would be like but would get drunk with soap and you, definitely would smoke a blunt later, get high and have the bestest sex ever. 😩🥵

Price🥃

This is literally based off of what I want for my wedding, bc I wanna marry this man’s and Ik it’s very much him, ferns and outdoorsy vibes, it’s when the daisy are in bloom (June, I think) or spring I can’t decide. It’s on he’s dad’s property, surrounded by forest. He’s an old man, so he’ll keep it traditional, your wedding band was his mother’s. his suit is a 3 piece navy blue tweed. Hands never leave you, and always looking at you with pure adoration also can’t stop kissing you. When the sunsets, he takes you to the horses on the property and y’all ride over to the hunting cabin in the woods, and he worships you all night. 🤭😏

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Ok great cause I've been DIEING to do a ask about them but didn't want to if you weren't ok with it

(Don't do this if you don't wanna for any reason)

One morning johhny and reader are still chained to the wall and reader wakes up and hee leg and hip and really bothering her and Simon dosnt come down for another few hours but johhny sees, he knows her tells and trys to coax her to at least feel a bit better but inside he's getting more and more agitated cause he can't help he r like he wants. By the time simon does come down reader has tears running down he race and is trying to rub her thigh and hip to ease it, the second johhny notices him he's just cussing at him to let him go or to do something and johhnys just tugging at his restraints to get to her. What would simon do in the end?

-🐇

Hey! Ask away, this is a great question!!

First order of business would be taking care of Kit. They’re in obvious, intense pain and the pup can yap all he wants but ghost’s first priority is taking care of his kitten.

He would disappear into the basement and come back with some of the Good Drugs. Johnny would be sobbing to see the instant relief on their face when it takes effect. While Kit is all floaty and limp, Ghost would help them stretch out and flex, massaging at the nerve pathways.

Then he’d unhook their collar. Johnny would perk up, instantly alert and demanding to know where Ghost is taking them. Ghost doesn’t answer, more focused on Kit babbling at him as he carries them upstairs.

Kit is laid in his own bed upstairs, specially designed for the chronic pain he also deals with. Once they’re settled in and half-asleep, ghost goes back downstairs to Johnny.

He lets Johnny curse and shout and fuss, waits until he winds down. Then calmly wipes at Johnny’s teary face with a damp cloth. Ghost explains that he’ll be allowed to come upstairs too if he starts behaving. Kit needs to be in bed, but this is a courtesy to Johnny, and it can be taken away if Ghost decides he should lose the privilege. And Johnny, even though he’s still pissed, nods. His worry for kit outweighs his anger.

Ghost takes him upstairs as well, doesn’t even correct him when he darts off to the bedroom and instantly climbs in with Kit.

“Easy pup, don’t hug too tight,” ghost reminds. Johnny grumbles, but eases his hold a little. Kit just hums and pats clumsily at his face.

#asks #my writing #thoughts™️#cod #fanfiction #reader fic #the Scottish cabin in the woods #serial killer au #john soap mactavish #serial killer ghost #🐇 anon

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random-german-cat · 3 months

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Blizzard

A MW3 fanfic bc why the hell not

Warnings: Nudity but no smut, fluff, hypothermia scare, lil bit of angst

Soap and Ghost were running from the Shadows and ran into the woods. The blizzard was picking up and helped them lose Graves' team. The sounds of chatter and gunshots slowly faded and got lost in the wind. The pair ducked under trees and hopped over stumps before eventually stopping to catch their breath. Ghost panted a bit and looked around, trying to figure out where they were. Their breath came out in short puffs, visible to both of them due to the cold.

"LT.. where are we?" Soap huffed. Ghost sighed and kept looking around

"I dunno, Johnny. But we better find out soon..." Ghost started walking north and Soap followed suit, watching their 6. They weren't dressed for the cold and the wind was sharp and col against their uniform's layers and exposed skin.

"There should be a safehouse somewhere around here" Ghost yelled back, it was the only way the two could hear each other against the wind.

"Got- Fuck!!" Soap yelled out as he slipped on a snowbank and fell down the hill and towards the river. Ghost quickly turned around and tried to grab Johnny, managing to grab his wrist before he made it to the river. Ghost sighed in relief and pulled his partner back up the hill. Soap dusted himself off and looked down, freezing in a horrible realization as sharp col pierced through his calves and feet

"Ghost... my legs-" Soap panicked and grabbed Ghost's arm "We're lost in a blizzard and now my legs are fuckin' soaked!" he became a bit hysterical, and frankly, Ghost was equally terrified for the sergeant.

"Soap- Johnny!- The worst thing you can do is panic" he tried to stay calm, hoping Soap would also calm down. He scooped up Soap in his arms "We're gonna find the bloody safehouse and get you warmed up" he reassured, letting Soap rest his head in the crook of Ghost's neck.

Ghost had been carrying Soap through the woods for about 10 minutes before Ghost saw the outline of the cabin. Soap was shivering in his arms and clinging to Ghost like his life depended on it

"Johnny.." Ghost spoke lowly to Soap

"Yea-yeah, LT?.." Soap's voice was even shaking

"We're almost there.. Jesus christ, Johnny-" Ghost was shocked and terrified as he saw Johnny's lips turning a faint blue.

"Huh?.. What's the matter?..." Soap asked

"Nothing nothing- Let's get inside and get you warmed up" Ghost ran to the cabin and locked the door behind them

"Ghost.. I'm really cold" Johnny tried to pull himself closer to Ghost, shivering and cursing under his breath

"I know, Johnny.. I'm gonna get you some blankets and a heater. Take off your soaked clothes" Ghost ordered, laying Soap on the couch in the main room. He didn't have time to hear Johnny's embarrassed reply as he ran around the entire cabinet, turning on the heater and grabbing everything that could possibly warm up his freezing Scottish partner. He had never been so scared before, if Soap died what would he do? He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head as he walked back to the living room.

"Johnny I got you some blankets" Ghost said, wrapping up Johnny's legs and body, but there wasn't a response

"Johnny?" Ghost looked at Soap, his eyes were close and he was limp. But Ghost could hear shallow breathing coming from him, which was the only thing keeping him from freaking out any further.

"Shit.." Ghost quickly stripped down to his boxers, thankful that Johnny was out for this part as he took off Johnny's vest and shirt. Ghost crawled under the blankets and held Soap close like their lives depended on it. He curled Johnny's freezing legs around his own and rested Johnny's head in the crook of his neck

"You're alright, Johnny... you're gonna be alright.." Ghost mumbled "You better be.. you're not allowed to die on me you bloody bastard..." he choked up a bit, "You're a damn good soldier.. and you're my best friend..." Ghost played with Soap's hair and held him close. The wind howled outside, but Ghost didn't hear it, all he could think, feel, and hear was Soap. He closed his eyes and just focused on warming up Soap.

Should I do a pt. 2?? *vine boom*

#soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #fluff #cold weather #soap x ghost #ghost x soap

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skellyghosts · 1 year

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DEAD OF NIGHT • SOAP X CIVILIAN!READER

SCENARIO: you're a civilian who got caught up in a mission soap was on. he ends up in your care while the rest of the 141 is dealing with the mission at hand while looking for him. you live in a small cabin and it's quite literally in the middle of the woods. it's big enough for one or two people, so taking in soap wasn't an issue. the only issue on the table was the fact he was bleeding out...

**told in y/n pov**

It was about 4am when I heard one of my windows shatter and my german shepherd, Nic, bark like a madman. I shot out of bed, not bothering throw on my pants and grabbed my taser from my nightstand, pure fear pulsing through my body as I thought about what this could possibly be.

I live in the middle of nowhere. The closest town was an hour away and there were no campgrounds. Was it an animal? Or maybe some freak accident? Will I have to use my Winchester knowledge and kill a monster? I had no idea.

Nic barked at me when she saw me enter the room, whining and growling to tell me about the intruder. She led me to the bathroom, my eyes squinting in the dark to see a trail of some substance smeared across the wood floors. My dog continued to bark loudly and pace around the hall. When I pushed open the bathroom door and turned on the light, I was met with a horrific scene.

It was like a murder scene out of a Criminal Minds episode. A tactical-armored man was lying in my bath, blood smeared across the white tile and staining the small rug in front of the toilet. He was unconscious and his left hand loosely covered a bullet wound in his side while one of his legs was slightly hanging out of the tub. I glanced to Nic, the canine whining and pacing back and forth since she sensed the distress.

"What in the fuck..."

I walked into the bathroom, my hands shaking as I held my taser. The man didn't seems to hear or notice my presence, but when I knelt down beside him and looked at the bullet wound, he inhaled deeply and coughed.

"Where am I?" His Scottish accent was coarse as he weakly opened his eyes.

"You're in my home." I replied to him as I got on my knees and lifted his hand. "I'm calling the police and ambulance. You can't be here."

"No! No cops or hospitals! The cartel's paid them off."

I frowned at his words. "Cartel? All the way in Upstate California? While it's not impossible, I don't really—"

"If they find me here, they'll kill you. Don't call."

I stared at him, his blue eyes looking into my (e/c). He coughed again, this time blood coming out of his mouth and I started to panic.

"All right, erm, give me a moment."

I stood up and opened one of the vanity drawers, frantically digging for a pack of floss. Once I found one, I rushed out of the bathroom to find a sewing needle in my room. While I was at it, I put on a pair of pants. My dog barked from the bathroom and I ran back almost immediately. The man was trying to pet Nic, my dog sniffing him curiously before letting him scratch behind her ears.

"So, what's your name?"

"Can't tell you that."

"Okay....Do you have a nickname or some other name I could call you?"

I threaded the dental floss through the needle after I cleaned it then walked over to the man, eyes set on me as I undid his tactical vest to stitch up his wound.

"You can call me Soap." He said before grimacing in pain.

"Sorry. I'm no doctor, but my friend showed me how to use a needle and dental floss to stitch wounds. And I saw it in a few shows."

Soap scoffed at my statement before wincing, gritting his teeth from the needle going through his flesh. "That explains a lot."

It was my turn to scoff as cut the floss and went to stitch up the last part of his wound.

"No offense, but what kind of name is Soap?"

"It's a call sign. It's what we soldiers in the military use to communicate and confuse the enemy."

"Oh."

I looked up to see him staring at me intently, his narrowed gaze softening as I continued to stitch him.

"I'm Y/N...just in case you wanted to know."

He nodded and leaned his head back against the bathtub wall, closing his eyes and sighing as he started to contact his team.

"This is Bravo 7-1, how copy?" He spoke into his communication device as he shifted to let me bandage his wound now. "Ghost, this is Bravo 7-1..."

Soap groaned in pain and grabbed my bloody hand, his grip rough and extremely tight. I panicked when he pulled me closer.

"Help me up."

"Do you have that much faith in me?"

"Y/N."

I shook my head and did the best I could to help him up. I was surprised I managed to get him to his feet, but his legs gave it out the minute we got into the hall. My dog started to bark in alarm before going up to Soap and prodding him with her nose.

"You need to take your gear off." I told him as I led him to my room, Nic trotting ahead of us and jumping onto my bed. I needed to get him in there so I could lay him down. I couldn't put him on the couch since it was too small for him and I certainly wasn't going to put him the floor.

"I'm fine."

"It's weighing you down and you need to rest. Let me help you take the vest off at least."

Soap didn't respond as I reached to take off the vest, the buckles unclipping easily and eventually it was off. I put it on the floor by my bed and helped Soap lay down, blood seeping out of the bandages. I ran into my small bathroom and grabbed all the towels, frantic to make sure he didn't bleed out in his sleep.

"You got any meds?" Soap asked as I wrapped the towels around him.

"I've got melatonin gummies with 15mg on my dresser? And I have ibuprofen."

"That won't work."

"Well, I'm not a doctor."

"Clearly."

I narrowed my eyes at him as he tried to relax in my bed, his eyes drooping from blood loss and exhaustion. Nic curled up beside him and nudged his arm with her nose, Soap flinching from being startled but gave her a few pets after relaxing again.

While he rested, I went back out to my living room to clean up glass and blood from the window sill. The cold night air blew on my face, making me shiver but I continued to clean up. The bathroom is what worried me since blood was smeared everywhere. For now though, I used bleach and a shit ton of paper towels to clean the walls, floors, and the bath tub. I rinsed out the inside of it then poured some bleach into the water. I scrubbed any blood stains that didn't come off just from the water then rinsed.

Once I was finished, I checked the time to see that it was 5:48am. The sun was just barely illuminating the sky in a dull grey and I could hear birds starting to chirp. I walked into my room to see Soap completely passed out. He was still breathing, but, from judging by the grimace on his face, in a lot of pain.

How the hell was I going to get major pain killers without a prescription?

Moira... I could get them from her. She might be able to get me some, but if she asks questions, I won't be able to answer them. Soap was adamant about not involving outside people, but if he wanted to get pain meds, I had to do this.

I rushed back into my room and got cleaned up quickly. I made sure my hands were free of blood stains before throwing on a new shirt, sweatpants and pulled on a cardigan. I grabbed my mini backpack and phone, then wrote a note for Soap in case he woke up while I was gone.

"Nic, watch him. I'll be back." I told my german shepherd as I walked out of my room. All she did was glance at me and go back to sleep.

Before I could close my door, Soap's communication device came on and a gruff British accent flooded through it.

"Soap, this is Ghost. How copy?"

I half expected Soap to shoot up from where he laid, but he didn't even budge. As for me, I didn't want to mess with his gear, but I had to tell his friend he was okay.

Walking over to it, I pressed a button and spoke into it.

"This is Soap's current caretaker. He's badly wounded and needs medical attention. I can't stay for long since he needs pain meds, but I assure you he's okay. I'm leaving now to get him a prescription...Whether this is illegal or not, that's my problem."

I didn't listen to Ghost speak as I stood up and rushed out of my room, his voice shouting from the device for Soap or me to say something more. All I thought about was the hole I just dug myself in since his team is going to be hunting me down now.

For right now though, all that mattered was getting Soap his pain meds and making sure he doesn't die....

x x x

pt.2 anyone?

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cerosin-bis · 8 months

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does anyone in yours HCs have a plan for their retirement?

Here are a few I can think of in CoD:

I think Soap would like to settle somewhere nice in a scottish suburb, and have his family nearby.

Minotaur absolutely plans to buy and/or refurbish a farm so his kids have a place to drop by whenever. He wants a big ass place to welcome people and family, but also because I 100% adopted @rawstfish's (or was it @modernghostfare idr but I know you both hc this) headcanon of the Bale twins having grown in a farm

I headcanon Syd to want to leave the military at one point to do months-long roadtrips in a 4x4 converted all over the world, going to all the places she hasn't seen yet, crossing countries or even continents!

Golem's life is the military but if he had an actual strong force pushing him do to it, he'd settle in a cabin in the German woods. Thing is, he's too afraid of changing his routine and would rather not think of what's to come, so he's not making plans. But they're here, in the back of his mind.

The others I either can't think of anything specific, or they literally don't have any plan as they are distinctly aware that if you remove them from the military structure they will shrivel up and die. (Price, Nikto)

In Rainbow 6, friends and I have a very elaborate headcanon of Maxim (Kapkan) and Timur (Glaz) either buying or refurbishing an isolated cabin where they can basically self-sustain with hunting, fishing, having a vegetable garden and stuff. This wonderful little one-shot by @erc-7, who's one of said friends, lives in my mind rent-free.

#headcanons #ask #call of duty #r6s

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mobscene-london · 2 months

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THE DATES SO FAR:

Travel to Costa Brava in Spain and explore the historical Tossa de Mar before having dinner aboard a catamaran ride around the coast at sunset.

A day in Heraklion, Crete, to explore the beaches, local architecture, and museums.

A visit to San Vito Lo Capo, Sicily, to embrace the beautiful beaches. An afternoon spent climbing the face of Monte Monaco, before winding down with a relaxing dinner in the town, with plenty of local wine to share.

Head to Tromsø, Norway, to go ice swimming in the Norwegian Sea. Warm up in a wood fire sauna, before heading into the city for a cosy dinner, and a night of great cocktails at the Magic Ice Bar.

Edinburgh, Scotland. A trip to the Camera Obscura and World of Illusions, filled with optical wonders and playful illusions, followed by a walking tour to the historic Edinburgh Castle. The trip will conclude with a night in a cosy log cabin surrounded by the beauty of the Scottish landscape.

A trip to Amsterdam to visit the art museums on the Museumplein, followed by dinner and live music.

A night out in Moscow. Italian food and French Champagne at Mario's, followed by a ballet at the Bolshoi Theatre. Finish things off with a late-night stroll to St. Basil's to take in the architectural beauty of the city.

Brunch date along the beaches of Tenerife, before joining the festivities of Carnival of Santa Cruz de Tenerife.

A weekend getaway to the small island of Malta, where they can submerge themselves in the culture, food, and scenery, far away from the busy life of London and all its drama.

An apartment in Central Paris, overlooking the Eiffel Tower, with prosecco upon arrival. A day of leisure, followed by dinner at the Sphére, located on Rue La Boétie.

Spend some time exploring Wine Factory N1 in Tbilisi. After plenty of wine tasting and bar hopping, an evening dining at the opulent Biltmore Hotel awaits; beautiful views over the city as the perfect accompaniment.

A pamper filled day at the luxurious Blue Lagoon Spa in Iceland, before toning it down with a beer and brewery crawl through the country's capital. End the night camping in one of Reykjavik's Geodomes.

The night consists of great food and live music. A chance to dress up and step into another world. Dinner at the Story Restaurant in London, followed by Abel Selaocoe and Britten Sinfonia at the Barbican Centre.

A trip to New York to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Empire State Building, Central Park, and do a food tour of the city together.

Private Island Living off the coast of Greece. A small Island villa just for two. Peace, quiet, and no nosey neighbours.

ADDED THURSDAY:

Enjoy a long-weekend away to Ibiza where you will experience both sides of the Island; nights out in the best clubs with the greatest DJs and the nights in watching sunsets by the beach, most luxurious dinners. A date with the best of both worlds.

Get tipsy together on a weekend away at Amalfi Coast. Stay in five-star Hotel Santa Caterina, with its far-reaching views along the coast, a luxurious beach club and two restaurants, for a four-day ‘Luxury Amalfi Coast Wine Experience’.

Arrive in San Sebastián just when the locals get started for the night, around 9pm. Choose from a number of Michelin star restaurants and spend the rest of the night drinking and enjoying the company. Wake up the next day for a walk along the golden beaches and explore more of the food the city has to offer.

Take a hike around the Isle of Skye and maybe a dip in the small water ways if you're brave enough. See the beauty that Scotland has to offer. The night will end at a cottage for 2 with a chef catered meal and an overnight stay.

During the day, enjoy a walking tour of Haga Old Town in Gothenburg, Sweden and a small boat tour of some of the archipelago. End the night with dinner at family owned Familjen where the mood is cosy and the food is all local.

A long weekend in Monaco. Enjoy the comfort of the iconic Café de Paris, spending the afternoon pampered in its spa before heading to an opera. Michelin restaurants, beach sunsets, and ultimate luxury mark a perfect weekend.

Austria. Visit the lakeside alpine village of Hallstatt in the Alps and enjoy a picnic lunch via boat ride. Attend an Austrian Apple Strudel Cooking Class in the afternoon before venturing to Salzburg to tour Hohensalzburg Fortress. Dine at the restaurant atop and attend a night-time concert there while taking in the balcony view of the historic town of Salzach below, including the river and mountains.

A weekend in Positano, along Italy's soaring Amalfi Coast. This includes a private boat tour to the island of Capri.

Sunset watching on a private yacht off the Greek Islands in quiet and private location, followed by luxurious but relaxed dinner and champagne. (edited to be in-keeping with geographical constrictions. Send a follow up date acknowledging this if you wish to change it. ♥)

Jetset to Finland, spend the morning exploring the snowy forest on horseback, try your hand at ice fishing before enjoying lunch prepared over an open fire. Experience the excitement of an overnight husky or reindeer safari to chase down the northern lights and return to the lodge the next afternoon to wind down in one of the glass house igloos of Kakslauttanen resort and enjoy the spectacular sights with a warm hot chocolate and a decadent five course dessert degustation.

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Hey! I’m not sure if your requests are open or not and if they aren’t, (or if you just don’t want to write it), feel free to ignore this. Can I get 7, 8, 37, and 58 for OPF?

~Btw, you are such a talented writer and I am in love with this series <3

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| natasha x fem!reader | prompts from this list | only pretty faces

warnings: child assassins

a/n: NICE

Scotland is engulfed in snow when you next look out of the plane window. The runway, almost invisible against the grey of the ground and the sky and the sweep of Edinburgh, looms ominously. You tuck your book away and touch the back of your head against the headrest.

Natalia will be there. It's a fact you haven't allowed yourself to dwell on the whole flight: hell, you haven't thought about it since you were choosing which suitcase to bring. Even just that single thought of her invades your mind like a storm. It has ever since you met her: but that's how everyone reacts. That's just the effect she has on people.

It's calculated and purposeful. She knows exactly what she's doing and she executes her effect with grace and ease. She's a paradox in and of herself.

And it's nothing to do with you. So you might as well stop thinking about her.

The flight attendant offers to help you with your suitcase as you approach the door, and you briefly entertain dropping it wheels down onto her foot.

"No, thank you," you say sweetly. A light Serbian accent, easy as breathing. She smiles back at you.

The air is cruelly cold the second you step out of the safety of the cabin. You've endured far worse weather. No sleet, but wind ruffles the furs around your shoulders and you pull your scarf up before it can get to your hair. You descend the plane's steps with grace, as a lady of standing would.

You're supposed to be twenty three, and rich. You're pretty sure you stand somewhere between sixteen and nineteen in actuality, but it doesn't matter, and it never has.

They've sent you a limousine to the airport and it glides up to the taxi rank like a panther under the threatening grey sky. Instantly, the chauffeur leaps from his seat and takes your suitcase from you, ushering you into the back of the car with his other hand.

The interior is luxurious. One of the more enjoyable missions: perhaps your handler was having fun spending her money. You slide the partition up and settle yourself into the seat, listening to the growl of the engine.

Not listening to the slightly too-quick thump of your heart. Not thinking about Natalia Romanov.

The hotel is expensive, too: five storeys of white stone and tall glass windows, and the interior carpeted in deep lush red. You think, briefly, about the colour of Natalia's hair. Of course she would choose this place, self-obsessed as she is. Her sense of humour. She's everywhere you look.

The handrail in the elevator is gilded wood. You tip the porter a hundred Scottish pounds when you take your case from him and he doesn't even blink as he folds it away into his pocket.

You knock on the white wood of room 45C with your gloves still on. Natalia leaves you standing there for a full minute before she opens the door, a wide smile on her face. She's in slacks and a blouse, her blazer discarded carelessly on the expansive bed behind her.

"Katya, darling," she says, in perfect, clipped West London English, and she seizes you by the elbows and kisses you on both cheeks. Then she drags you inside, endowing you with an onslaught of chatter and you barely have time to snag the handle of your case and drag it in with you before she shuts the door.

She lets you go and turns, arms out, still grinning but sleeker this time, not excited but pleased with herself. Persona dripping away.

"You're enjoying this," you tell her, switching to Russian. You begin to tug your gloves off.

"Aren't you?" She reaches out and brushes at the fur on your coat. "You look like you own half the oil in Russia."

"For this week," you reply haughtily, "I do."

"You're too good," Natalia says, still with that insufferable smile on her face. "Oh, come on." You raise an eyebrow at her. "Have some fun. For once."

"I'm here for business — not pleasure." You turn away to sit at the vanity and begin to rearrange your hair. Natalia slinks up beside you and bends to rest her chin on your shoulder. She surveys you in the mirror. Tilts her head this way and that. She seems, beneath her makeup, as young and brilliant as she really is, innocent and excited to be playing a glamorous older woman.

She's projecting what she wants to project.

Or maybe you can see right through her like no one else can.

"Your lipstick is smudged," she observes. You meet her eyes in the reflection, her contact lenses dark brown and solemn.

You bristle. "No it isn't."

"Let me fix it for you." Without waiting for an answer, she circles the chair and settles herself in your lap, like a cat on a pillow. You stiffen and look past her, refusing to meet her eye.

She can play games, but that doesn't mean you have to join in.

With an intense look of concentration on her face, Natalia leans forward and wipes her thumb gently under your bottom lip. You fixate on the twists of her braid in the mirror.

"All done," she says, looping her arms around your neck, elbows balancing on your shoulders. You finally look at her.

"Good," you say. "Get off."

A cool eyebrow is raised, undermined by the sly little smile on her face. "So you don't want me to kiss you?" She's so close you can feel her warm breaths on your nose, one after the other.

You'd be lying if you denied. Not that lying has ever, ever bothered you. But you just hold her gaze, and hold it, and hold it, like you're down seven feet of water and fighting the ocean to see who'll live the longest without air. And you break. "No," you say. "I don't." You must have leant closer without realising, because a coil of red hair is brushing your forehead and her skin is centimetres from yours. Her arms slide further forwards.

"I think you do," she teases. "We've kissed before, sweetheart. Didn't you like it?"

For missions. You've kissed for covers. And neither of you ever pressed it further.

What makes Edinburgh so different?

You narrow your eyes at her, determined to last longer. The weight of her arms and the curve of her lips in your peripheral is making this game hard. But she wouldn't have started it if she didn't find it fun in some way: and you know exactly which way that is.

You tilt your head. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" The words slide past with a bite in them.

Natalia looks at you, eyelids lowered, face blank. "I beg your pardon?" she says, in English, in that impeccable accent. You touch the side of her nose with hers, and neither of you pull back.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want, instead of tricking me into it?" you ask.

"But it's so much more fun this way," Natalia replies. Her voice is quiet now, dampened by the thrumming tension.

"So you do want to kiss me," you say, triumphant in your effort to turn the game around. Like swallowing a bubble and feeling it reappear in your lungs.

Natalia doesn't answer for a long time. The board is hers now. She can talk with all the bravado in the world, or she can kiss you. She can skip backwards out of the way, or she can kiss you.

She moves forward - she doesn't have to move far - and she does kiss you. A gentle, slow press, insistent. Her arms tighten at your neck.

It's like every time before. Your heart swallows itself with a skip. Your hands are on her thighs before you can stop yourself. And when she pulls away you try to follow her.

"Beat you at your own game," you whisper. And then you realise - this was her endgame. You walked into it like a dog at heel. She wanted to kiss you, and not only did she get what she wanted, she got you to want it, too.

"But you didn't win," she says. She's smiling. Your lips are burning. This is what you've been not thinking about: Natalia in your face, on your lap, touching you almost all over. This is what you wanted all along, too.

Maybe you should let her think she's won.

"Kiss me again," you say. You brush your nose against hers, content to let her lean in to you. "But don't stop this time."

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