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These are the thinkin / imagine posts

𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 part 1 , part 2 | tf141 x you

summary: you can't seem to reach the deepest part of their heart, no matter how much they love you, or how much you love them, so you leave.. but something happens and it's time to face them all over again.

𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝒹 oneshot | ghost x you

Summary: he's losing you to death, but you're still his and he's still yours

I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down oneshot | tf141 x you

Summary: They think you're dumb, but proving them wrong was easier than eating cake

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝒹 oneshot | cod x you

Summary: you save people lives like nothing and maybe..

Brainwashed Ghost oneshot | ghost x you

Summary: I mean.. the name says it all.

𝒜𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃?! oneshot | tf141 x m! oc & you

Summary: your best friend is at it again and now you gotta fight tooth and nail to drag out sum military men

THESE are the serie, short / normal / long ffs

꒰ HE’S MY MAN, we’re hand in hand💋ྀིྀི꒱ oneshot | ghost x you

Summary: You & ghost have a very unique relationship and soap is heavily pining for ghost and hopes he leaves you.. but.. oh well, you always win

𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 oneshot | price x you

Summary: Price is late and dead silent over the phone. Worry fills you chest.. but oh- here he is.

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 intro, part 1, part2, part3, part4, part5, part6 | Price x you

Summary: You and John are childhood sweethearts. John has to join the military at the ripe age of 18 and you tag along, despite your gender and hardships you become the Captain of one of the new task forces, but it all goes south in a mission.

𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 part 1, part2 | Ghoap x you ANGST

Summary: you weren't really part of the relationship.. were you?

𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 oneshot | tf141 x you

Summary: you fooled them.

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Longing -The fall of the leaves and the dormancy of an apple

/ˈlɒŋɪŋ/

a yearning desire divider: author1 |Read this, or don't complain

Loving you is easy, it's leaving you that's hard. "Keep loving him." "Or don't." "It's your life" [AS]

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖🍃

From: Non-MC

To: Caleb

I wonder if it's Autumn when you find this letter. I hope it is.

It's when apple trees transition to a period of dormancy and leaves fall. :)

When you find this letter, it means I'm gone from your life. Be past, present, or future.

I hope you're living the life you deserve. Perhaps fulfilled, or not.

You don't even remember me now. You must be wondering, who even is Non-MC.

I'm the person who cared and kissed your wounds.

I'm sorry for the lives we lead and kept leading until a (long) while ago.

I thrived in delusion, while you bathed in obsession.

With this, I, in no means, want you to remember me, or what we used to be. This is just a closure for something that should have never started.

So, I forgive you and myself for our past behaviors. May the weight on your shoulders lessen.

P.S go to the apple tree in your secret spot for a fading gift

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖🍃

His brows furrow. This must be a prank.. but the postscrip at the bottom of the letter makes him think otherwise.

Nobody knows about the apple tree in his secret spot. Not even MC.. doubt creeps in him.

Something akin to a memory flashes in his head.

A person is talking as they puts the seeds of the apple tree in the soil, their voice blurry and the sounds around them even more.

'It's not possible', he put the seeds in there and no one was with him at that time..

A stinging sensation makes him dizzy. He'll go to the tree to find out, 'this must be a sick joke'..

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖🍃

At the apple tree, in his secret spot, the blurry voice appears again, this time more clear.

"Don't squash the soil like that!"

"Greenie come on, nothing will happen", a stunned expression forms on his face, that's his voice, but younger.

The flashes are fast and too clear.

He sees himself and that person joke and have fun. Cry and hurt each other. So much, yet nothing he remembers happens in front of his eyes and by the end of it, Caleb's knees touch the ground and so his tears.

He tries to remember, who's that person and why are his memories so deeply altered. Was it because of the chip? No, it's impossible. He saved all the memories with the most important people in his life. Granny and MC. So, who is Non-MC.

"I hate you"

"and so do I"

"why would you chose her over me!?"

Silence fills his head. Why did they fight? What happened after that?

Ah, he remembers.

He chose MC over Non-MC again, then they fought and Non-MC swore to disappear from his life.

He didn't believe it, or, he chose to not believe your words. A mistake.

The memories blurr again and a sob leaves his mouth.

'no, no, no, NO', he didn't want to forget you again. Where were you?

As the question echos in his head, dizziness overtakes and his eyes shut.

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖🍃

'why am I here', Caleb wonders as he slowly gets up, it's night.. he doesn't even remember walking here. Perhaps he just felt overwhelmed.

Some questions pop in his head..

But he shakes them off.

He gets up, his steps rigid as he walks away from the apple tree.

A name is engraved at the bottom of the tree. 'Non-MC was here ;)'

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𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

warnings: reader is mostly female, accents are badly written, blood , Read this, or don't complain

A gasp leaves your lips as you wake up in an unknown bed.. your silky dress stained with blood..

Your eyes dart around to check your surroundings.

Ah.. a man with a mask faced you. Fear fills your senses as tears threaten to spill.. were you done for?

Was he going to hurt you?

simmer down hen another man gets in the room, he looks nicer.

w-where am I? the stare of the masked man made you cower a bit

base

aye, ye're richt

Your lips tighten in a firm line.

why.. why am I here?

no ken that ye ken it

Silence fills the room until another man gets in.

she's innocent he looks warm.

confirmed?

yes

A silence exchange passes through them as the masked man and the nice one walk out.

d'you remember what happened before coming here?

you felt sweaty all over now..

I-i just remember hearing fire and I think I f-fainted

He nods

You're safe for now, we'll keep you here.

A few weeks go by since that day. Everyone is good to you, not too hostile. Which reassures you. Everything was going to be fine.

You also got to know their names, or names in code.

Ghost, Soap, Gaz and their Captain..

...

They were so nice.. and unsuspecting, it made you chuckle.

Twelve reporting

Twelve, we thought you were KIA.

Nah, 'm too good for that, least I could do is die at base

You hear some rustling to the side.

Stay alert twelve, report back when you're ready to get taken to base.

A small smile plays on your lips as you neatly put the files in their place.. After all, you were able to fool Task Force 141.

. . .

You still remember very vividly what happened that fateful night. Everything was going smoothly, too smoothly.

And something was terribly wrong.

You could hear loud and clear the fast beating of your heart. You got caught.  Your chances of escaping from this trap varied from 3% to 0%. You fucking felt it. The rescuing, the injured, the kills and the whole plan, there was something fishy and now it was too late.   Your lips pursue together. Footsteps. You click your tongue against your lower lip. You were utterly fucked. Task Force 141 was going to annihilate you.  With a quick plan and agile movements, you were able to get in another woman dress. Silky, pinkish and stained with blood and within a few seconds, you were able to knock yourself out. 

With one last look at the important folder, you walk back in your room..

How will you play Task Force 141 now? :)

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𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒

Warnings: Ghoap is toxic toward you, angst , Read this, or don't complain

divider by stragergraphics

Seeing your two 'boyfriends' kissing wasn't something out of the normal, especially because you were the addition, the stupid add on, but today it annoyed you.

You just came back from a very stressful mission, your team nearly cut in half, transports not doing their work, medics acting like arrogant mutts. Your head was going to explode.

Stress was never easy to deal with, despite the medications and daily pills you assume to handle it better. Which is why, you would have loved for your boyfriends to at least pay an ounce of attention to you.

But no, mutts had to be on each other's lap, sucking the life out of each other, not paying any damn fuck toward your way. You gotta admit, you were used to it and it sometimes it turned you on, but today wasn't the day and they knew how risky this mission was, how stressed it left you..

All you received from them was a superficial glance, and that's all it took for you to utter those three words.

Let's break up

Their eyes set on you the moment you said that. Soap furrowed his brows and Ghost pursed his lips.

Silence filled the air, you knew they would act this way. No sadness, no anger, no emotions for you. Nothing. Because you meant nothing to them and you knew.

You were just a someone who filled the place when the other missed. In this house nothing was yours. Not even their love.

There was nothing that whispered home when you walked in. You didn't decorate this house, Soap did. Maybe you gave a few ideas, but it ended there. You didn't buy the groceries to fill the fridge. Ghost did and you never had the chance to ask for snacks. He never got you any either way. You weren't even sure he knew what you liked.

The only saying you had in this house was when you had to leave and when not.

Your presence was not something they wanted, nor needed. Sometimes they enjoyed it, sometimes not. Staying with them was a gamble that you took.

With a sigh, you grab the only thing you put on the living room. A picture of you.

It was an attempt to slowly walk your way in their normal and it obviously didn't work. The steps you had to take to reach it where something close to humiliating. It was seated in a corner, where darkness ate the picture into nothingness.

With a shuddered breath, you grab your only belonging and glance at the pair one last time.

What a joke, they weren't even trying to fake sympathy and finally, after two years, you made your way out of the hopeless situation they lured you in.

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𝒜𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃?!

Read this, or don't complain

Currently thinking about side character reader.

Your best friend has always been the center of attention and your life. You don't know why, but at least he's a good friend.

When he came out as gay it was no surprise, really. Staying by his side since childhood meant knowing him better than he knew himself, the same thing couldn't be said for you though.

At first, you were like an enigma in his eyes, something to unwrap, but the unwrapping never came, and slowly, through the years, you became a presence that never left his side.

Which was a surprise since he had such an eventful life.. from being humiliated to being wanted. Adopted child with rich birth parents that never meant to leave him, but someone kidnapped him? A glow up from one day to the next? Everyone drooling for him? Grades somehow always staying up despite all the sneaking out and drunk actions? And so on.. because that was him.

You wonder why he keeps sticking to your side and sometimes you wonder why you haven't left yet, since main character keeps on attracting trouble from left to right and DRAGGING you along.

Sighing became your new passion. You sighed more than you talked. What do you mean the boy that rejected him from middle school is suddenly rich and crying for forgiveness? And why is a random lady hugging him on her knees? The fuck are all those bodyguards for? No no no, stop bringing me in your shit !

Bitch never left you behind.

dis you?

...

You paled when hb bought four military men in your shared apartment.

In your head, you were already crying. You yet had to learn how to fight off military, FUCK. You barely managed to save his and YOUR ass from his criminal ex boyfriend.

And pepper fucking spray wasnt going to be enough to shoo away these bulky men.

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Thinking about brainwashed Ghost.

Brainwashed Ghost being used as a living weapon, and the lower rank soldier who has to guard him starts talking to him out of pity.

Brainwashed Ghost who after each mission starts looking forward to the voice of the lower rank soldier.

Brainwashed Ghost who starts to recognize and dissect the words, the tone and finally the lower rank soldier.

Brainwashed Ghost who gets rescued, and slowly and painfully nursed back to health.

Past brainwashed Ghost who meets the lower rank soldier, in a mission to bust open the facility.

Lower rank soldier guarding said facility.

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𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓎

Pairing: Jonathan Price x Reader ! hinted f for mysogney

Summary: You and John are childhood sweethearts. John has to join the military at the ripe age of 18 and you tag along, despite your gender and hardships you become the Captain of one of the new task forces, but it all goes south in a mission

Warnings: major character death ,, misogyny ,, happy ending? kinda ,, not exactly canon compliant ,, not proof read ,, Read this, or don't complain

This is part 1 of: The burden of being Captain

You and John have always been close. Your mothers had known each other since you were seven and your elementary school years were always spent together, especially the hot summers in the countryside.

One thing about you and John was that you would always protect him and he would always protect you. No matter from who, or what, you were always there for each other and your mothers couldn't be more proud.

A heartily giggle escapes your lips every time you remember the incident with Marina. Back then Marina would often tease you and force other children not to play with you, especially when John left the country with his family for weeks at a time, since there would be no one to cover your back.

One of the last days of John's trip with his family, Marina decided to pull your hair. Meanwhile John was excitedly running toward your classroom to surprise you, since he came back early and seeing the scene in front of him made his brain go into overdrive and within two seconds Marina was thrown on the ground.

Least to say, that afternoon was spent in the principal office as your mother coddled you and John's mother shouted and nearly pulled the hairs of Marina's mother. I guess you get where John's behavior comes from.

Being John's best friend was a blessing and he proved it to you countless times, especially when thirteen years old you and John were running in a flower field, your mothers watching from afar with sweet smiles plastered on their faces.

John was trailing after you, playing tag, laughter could be heard, birds chirping, sun shining and boom- You fell, a rock got in your way and before you could process the fall, he was on you, lips on your forehead and checking your feet like the gentleman he was. Your eyes soften, you remember the rush of blood going straight to your cheeks and the way your eyes met. Your knight in shining armor.

The day you turned sixteen, John asked you out on a date. Yeah, a real, big boy and big girl date and you agreed. He picked you up with his most loved and cured horse that you adored so much the next day at dinner time and took you to the finest restaurant in town. Your hands wrapped around his waist, forehead against his back, rosy cheeks, warmth spreading across your body like fire ignited gasoline.

"Scared to lose me? Is that why you're holdin' s'tight?" John tone was playful.. thud, thud, thud.. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"I'm not- not holdin' you tight" you yelp, a pout finding your lips and your grip on him loosens up. He shakes his head and lets out a soft chuckle, before tightening your hands on his waist.

"Never said I disliked it"

Your ears turn red and you let out a soft hum.

In the end, the date went smoothly, from John helping you down his horse, to pulling your chair and landing a kiss on your right cheek. The cherries on top were the yummy foods that melted on your tongue and your favorite sweet as dessert.

After dinner, it was time for John to take you home. Your happiness still present, but it was slowly running low in the charts, because you were going to miss him once he dropped you off at home. Though, tonight, he surprised you by swaying path and letting you sit in front of him, still holding the reins.

" hm- John- where are you takin' me? dad wants me home after dinner" Your voice a mere whisper, heated cheeks from the perfect date and perhaps for the excitement of what he had in store for you.

" secret " his breath tickled your neck and you were sure that he was grinning from ear to ear.

" our parents are going to kill us, idiot.. " but your tone held no bite; you were as excited as him, and being able to stay with him for more time made you feel fuzzy.

Your back was pressed against his chest as you both rode to the next destination, his breath fanning over your hair and hands very close as you both steered the reins. A comfortable silence fell upon you.

...

A soft gasp leaves your lips as soon as John guides you down the horse, your eyes fixed on the sky.. " they're mesmerizing.. "

John laughs softly at your awe struck tone. You were staring pretty hard at the stars, but how could he blame you? You always rambled about how much you adored them. He knew what he was doing by taking you here on your first date.

"oh my ! you can see my favorite constellation from here , look look !!" your words rushed, tone excited as you turn around to look at John's reaction to the constellation you were pointing at, but instead, you were met with another sight. Blue loving eyes on you.

The world seems to stop in that exact moment. Sparkly eyes looking at adoring ones..

John clicks his tongue on his lower lip and clocks his head to the side, a small smile painting his lips. You understood. Under the starry skies, you both were about to plunge into the abyss.

"…may I?" His voice soft and gentle, like a caress on the wind that teasingly brushed against you. It makes your heart flutter.

"you may.. " Your pupils dilate and your lips crash, it feels like a star is bursting in your stomach. The kiss is soft, but filled with hunger. That type of hunger that leaks of desperation, because finally, after so many years of pining, you're actually his.

When he took you back home, your mother looked at you with a knowing smile, while your dad held his tongue from scraping off the cheeky grin on john's face. After all, he was the perfect son-in-law that any parent could wish for.

From that night onward, your families reunited more often, to chat, or to enjoy their time together, plus, they were already using the titles of in-laws while throwing teasing glances and jokes at the new lovebirds.

Nearly two years pass by since that date and your relationship with him blooms beautifully, despite the childish fights and petty remarks that sometimes bounce around.

Now John is inching closer to his eighteenth birthday and while that would've been a joyful day, dread fills your bones, because war is knocking on your doors and men drafting once they reach legal age is obligatory again. Your heart aches at the thought of being away from John for a prolonged period of time, hell, you couldn't function without him and he couldn't function without you. But it's not like he could run away with you, it would be too cowardly and shame would be bought upon his family name for decades.

The situation trapped you in a train of thoughts. It was like watching a group of hungry wolves eyeing your sheep, but nothing could stop the horrific outcome, nothing could slow it down, nor make it less painful. The realization crushes you as you're hastily driven up a wall with nothing left to do. Maybe you could pray, but would anyone even listen? Probably not.

John was quite aware of the sadness and discomfort you've been showing in the past months, so he made the decision to take you out and gaze at the stars a few days prior to his birthday, because that was your favorite activity and he wants you to be happy.

However, things don't go as planned. The air feels dense, tension builds, and unspoken words bubble up in your throats. Your gaze lingers on his features for an excessive amount of time, and your hug feels suffocating.

What you were trying to do was as clear as day and it stressed John, because why were you, his partner, so dubious of his skills? He'll come out of the war alive, he'll survive to come back home to you. Why can't you understand?

Though, instead of telling you this, he cradles your pitiful face in his warm hands " It's going to be okay " his tone soft, his lips meet your forehead, trying to ease your distress.

How you wish you could just act blissfully and wait for him at home, but a forced enrolment didn't feel right, not in the slightest.

Your tongue is tied inside you mouth. There wasn't much to say and how could you comfort, or reassure him when tears were threatening to spill from your eyes at any given moment?

You wish you could beg him to run away with you, but it would be futile, he would never act like a coward, not tarnish his family reputation.

Unable to keep it in, a soft resigned sigh escapes your lips and a tear rolls down your cheek. " we didn't even get to marry "

You gaze shifts, now you're looking up, his expression a bit detached, your hands grip his shirt as your eyes meet under the same stars that saw your love bloom. " don't go " It's a plea, a tentative to keep him by your side. To be selfish.

" please John, I can't lose you, I can't " your forehead is against his chest, hot angry tears spill, wetting his shirt. No words come out of his mouth. Your tilt your head up, eyes wandering, trying to gauge a reaction, to understand, to search for something, anything- but nothing.

You slowly nod at the heartbreaking silence. Your tight grip on his shirt softens, knuckles turn white as crescents moons form on your palms.

Your gaze is set on the ground, and with a final sigh, you turn away, ready to leave, because leaving is better than being left behind.

" okay.. I'm going home then "

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

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I love you. I love you like flowers need water. I love you like kids love what excites them. I love you like the craving that I can finally satisfy. I love you like my happiness spikes when you're happy. I love, love, love, love you luviee and I couldn't be more proud of you, because hell yeah, you're my baby.

For my dear @girl-lostconnection, you deserve peace, cuddles and someone that eats your cheeks. 🌹

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My Roman Empire.

The Book of Yemoja

Goddess of Creation, Water, Moon, The Motherhood, Protection

Summary: Kyle was certain that when this mission went south, he was going to die. The last thing he remembers before waking up in a cold dark cell was hearing his Captain over the comms. He was screaming for him to answer, but darkness had already taken hold of him. He's drugged out of his mind. There are whispers and voices that he can barely make out. The only thing he can make out is warmth next to him and the low growl of another omega.

a.n: Hey, everyone Vanta coming at you with another omegaverse CoD au. This idea was originally penned by @beloveds-embrace . Find the post here. This can be read as a x reader story, but I am most definitely writing this in 3rd person.

cw: mentions of rape. mentions of drugging. religious imagery. depictions of sex and intimacy. mental health issues. trauma bonding. 18+ mdni

"Thank you," we all say in unison to @gazsluckyhat for tagging me in that post to begin with.

As always @ me if you want on the tag list

Dividers for this fic are from @strangergraphics

Chapters

Noctilucous - shining at night.

Elide - to leave out of consideration

Baret - strife; grief; sorrow

Knout - a flogging whip with a lash of leather thongs twisted with wire used for punishing criminals

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𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃�� 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃

Read this, or don't complain

Pairing: Jonathan Price x Reader is hinted female but just to talk about the misogyny, otherwise the gender is pretty vague Summary: You and John are childhood sweethearts. John has to join the military at the ripe age of 18 and you tag along, despite your gender and hardships you become the Captain of one of the new task forces, but it all goes south in a mission. Warnings: major character death ,, misogyny ,, happy ending? kinda ,, not exactly canon compliant

Part 1 - Falling is easy

Part 2 - Getting up is not

Part 3 - Tell me, so I say

Part 4 - Kitten Steps

Part 5 - It's nice, l know

Part 6 - The burden of being Captain

I'm currently writing each chapter, it will take time as I am very busy with exams and such.

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

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𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝒹

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Currently thinking about Medic Reader saving lives and resuscitating soldiers who are at the brink of death like nothing. As if you were simply looking at a pitiful child with no candies and filling their basket to the very brim, letting the child skip away in joy.

Soldiers and other medics call you Medic (x), The Hands of God. Every patient that was assigned to you came out alive and well, without exception. No matter the situation.

That's why you got assigned to many secret task forces and suicide missions, you never failed to get one more breath than the enemy and with you, the whole team.

Now, think about Medic Reader saving Johnny. Yeah, bye.

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I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down

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Thinkin about tf141 underestimating reader to the point of dumbification and when it's time to bring you on mission, they let you stay covered.

You obey- obviously, not because you agree with their thoughts about you, but because you didn't want to mess stuff up.

But when they get caught and their last hope is days away without counting you in.. well, everyone please brace yourself and buckle your imaginary seat belt up, because we're in for a wild ride.

Let's just say that reader is the opposite of the word dumb. With little gear (because the bastards left scraps) and a mildly good weapon you took the enemies down. One after the other, falling like domino, with nothing to halt the collapsing.

And when you're done, you wildy grin at your bruised and tied up teammates.

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𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹

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Summary: Price is late and dead silent over the phone. Worry fills you chest.. but oh- here he is.

Warnings: scare of him being dead

Fingers sweating, heart racing against your rib cage, eyes furiously darting back and forth from the phone screen to the door. Waiting for a notification to pop, or for the door to open.

Your breaths are labored, your husband, John Price, should have been back two days ago. Exactly 48 hours, 43 minutes and 7.. 8.. 9- seconds ago.

Last time you heard from him were weeks ago, his message reassuring you, his wonderful partner.

I'll be back before you know it I love you, stay safe

That's how you replied and you're slowly starting to regret it. Maybe you should've said more. Maybe you should've been aggressive and maybe you should've pushed your worry against him to the point of suffocation.. but you replied the way you did because he always came back. Always on time. Not even one second late and if he was gonna be late, he'd tell you over text.

It's fucking radio silent and you're holding yourself back from going absolutely nuts. If he got himself kille-

The door swings open, it's him. Sweating, still in gear, the smell of blood on him. He's back. Your husband is back and your legs move.

Despite his filthy look and smell, you hug him. No words exchanged. He already knew what was going in your pretty head and you already knew what he was going to say, silence filled the living room.

Finally, you help him undress, you throw his clothes in the washing machine, you fill his bath and get inside with him.

After he finishes whispering sweet nothings in your ear and you finish washing the soap away, he hugs you and you hug him tighter.

In bed worry goes to sleep and a comfort sensation fills your hearts. Yeah, he's back, you're there with him. Limbs intertwined. Eyelids dropping and muscles aching.

Sleep overtakes both of you and everything is back to being fine.

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𝒪𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒

No character in mind, just lost in thoughts.

Imagine craving someone so much that the words "I love you" are carved on your tongue and the fear of being rejected right on the tip.

Never quite denying, but always quite restricting.

You're sure that they can see it in your eyes, in the tears you pour, in the fresh baked goods you give them.

You're sure they can feel it when you hug them ever so tightly, when your hand meets their, or when you tug at their shirt for comfort and your worlds collide.

And you're damn sure that they hate it, but despite everything, they let you dream, they let you grip in that tight knitted hope, because they care about you.

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𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝒹 Ghost x Reader

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Imagine, you're bleeding, everything around you slow downs, the noise starts to muffle in the backrgound, white noise filling your ears.

You raise your hand to the sky, it's black from war, your fingertips dirty from the gun powder, your eyes wander to your body, red is all you see.

Then you hear a voice, it's so loud, your vision is blurry, who's talking?

Your earpiece long busted, so someone must be here with you.

You force strenght in your neck and look at who's talking, a soft smile finds your features, It's Simon.

You can't hear him, you nearly can't see him, but you feel droplets of water on your now uncovered face.

Was he crying? You're sorry, you wish you could cradle him and tell him that everything is okay, but it's not.

His fingers wrapping around yours. Interlinked.

You vision zooms in for the last times, barely, you see his eyes so clearly.. longing hetched on his features, already departing with you as your breath slows. Interlinked.

Eyes meeting. Hearts beating together for the last time. Interlinked.

You remember a mission that nearly got you two killed, both tied down in a cell, gun pointed at your heads, broken bones.. and yet, with him it was fine, with him you could endure anything.

Your heart breaks as you feel it, you're leaving him, takin death hand. Interlinked.

Your thumb weakly brushes against his gloved hand before dropping. Interlinked.

Interlinked

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𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹

part 2 of Beloved

You've been distant, they noticed.

You were always distant for them, it's not that they didn't love you, god no, they adored you, but you were distant.

They couldn't connect with you the same way they did with each other. It pained them, but none tried to fix it.

Now it hurts like hell, they see how your eyes sparkle and shine for your new team. They see the joy in every movement of your joints and jesus do they wish to be in your team's place.

They couldn't even bear to be in the same room as yours.

Heavy breaths, air strangely thick as their eyes follow your silhouette, hands clenching and unclenching, eyes darting from one place to the other to think of anything else.

They felt such strong regret, but what's done is done, now it's their turn to long for something they can never obtain.

Months went by and slowly you noticed their longing stares, how their breath hitched when you walked past them.

It felt good, but despite everything, you still wanted them, their attention, their love, their everything.

You bathed in their regret and longing, but how long until you break?

Before you knew it, a year went by, longing stares fading, or maybe you were looking away more often.

They were becoming a beautiful and painful memory.

That was until your team and theirs had to do a mission together.

Now you were on the clock.

Blood trailing down your head, broken ribs, blurry vision and an aching pain on the left, you just hope you didn't get some limbs off.

The mission went bloody wrong and you were paying for it while the others were screaming into the earpiece to track your location.

Last thing you saw was Ghost mask before everything faded to black.

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 ꒰ HE’S MY MAN, we’re hand in hand💋ྀིྀི꒱

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Summary: You & ghost have a very unique relationship and soap is heavily pining for ghost and hopes he leaves you.. but.. oh well, you always win.

Warnings: Reader is obsessive, Ghost is pliant and Soap is longing. The dynamic overall is toxic.

You love him, oh so dearly.

Being a soldier's wife is hell and heaven.

He leaves,

            only to come back in your arms with that precious stare, 

                                                                                               to leave again.

You're greedy, selfish and obsessive.

Your honey stare and tooth rotting smile screams red flag and Simon can't help but fall harder.

In love, or in the clutches of your obsession? only God knows the answer.

Maybe both.

After all, he deems himself filthy and undeserving of anything,

so,

                                     coming home to you,

                                                            such a precious little thing, brings him to his knees.

His gaze adoring as he plasters kisses on your lips, neck, stomach and knees.

Your man <3

But fury adorns your pretty eyes as you see him with that bastard, Soap.

Tears fall on your pink cheeks and Simon wraps his scarred arms around you, while Soap helplessly watch. A smirk finding it's way on your plump lips.

A choked sob leaves your mouth, covering the giggle.

John can only look, red eyes, darting back and forth between your stupid and hateful smirk and Simon pitiful eyes.

His hands clenching in fits, swearing to free his best mate, burying away his love, excusing his poor behavior behind a mask of friendship.

Honestly, Simon is no better.

He saw it in your eyes, in your actions, you were anything but the deceitful mask that you put on your beautiful face and he couldn't help but cling closer.

Knowing nothing but harm since birth, he could only fall further in your grasp, because even the sourest apple in the mouth of the hungry tastes like salvation.

And he saw it in his eyes. Oh he saw how John wanted him and hated your very core.

Despite his knowledge, he hugged you closer as his eyes found his, he loved his best mate, but you, you were everything, Simon's world spinned around yours.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  And nothing, or no one could change that.

Looking away, his lips land on the nape of your neck as you calm down, grabbing his hand and smiling to John, apologizing, but not really, about your strong reaction, pulling the strings.