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Hello! I just wanted to say that your fics have such a distinct feel that it makes it feel like a cinematic masterpiece so moving as each sentence is full of detail and care itās INSANE
Could you do one where the 141 as a whole are able to go on leave for a few months but reader doesnāt really have a place to go? Like due to thier participation in the military their family has essentially cut contact with them and the military has been a placeholder for their home-lifeāhow would Ghost react?
Once again I love your works and hope you have an amazing day ā¼ļø
A/N: Hi, anon! Thank you for your kind words. Hereās the story; enjoy! :)
Youāre at the baseās garage, squatting on the roof of a battle-worn 1994 Land Rover Wolf, welding a rack that had been blown apart during your last mission. Itās quite admirable how these vehicles can withstand anything coming their way and still stand strong after so many years.
How long are you going to stay strong? The sparks dance around you as you manipulate the welding torch, wishing there was a similar way to mend your scars and those youāve hurt in the past with your decisions.
But these things are far more complex than welding metal; you canāt mend fractured relationships with mere tools. It takes understanding and empathyāqualities that seem foreign to those once close to you.
Or maybe theyāre right, and youāre unworthy of their forgivenessā¦
You close the oxygen and fuel torch valves, lift your welding mask, and wait for the molten metal to cool. You assess the seams and sigh; it needs more work. You put the welding mask back on, reignite the torch, and continue.
As the heat emanates from the torch, glowing around your gloved hands, it suddenly flickers and sputters before its flame eventually dies out. Baffled, you lift the torch in your hands and shake it. You turn towards the valve, only to see Ghost standing beside it, holding the handle. Heās dressed in civilian clothes, though he still wears his mask and carries a rucksack over his shoulder.
āI was calling out for you, but you couldnāt hear me over the...ā he trails off, pointing at the torch.
āIām sorry, Lieutenant,ā you say through the mask, āthis thing is a pain to fix.ā
Ghost looks at the rack, then back at you. āDoes it need to be fixed now?ā He asks.
āIt does.ā You insist, not wanting to disclose the actual reason.
āLiar.ā
Your eyebrows shoot up from behind the welding mask. āExcuse me?ā
āYou expect me to believe that while the rest of the team is on leave and doesnāt require that vehicle, you absolutely need to fix it.ā He says.
You look at the torch and then back at him. āI must do it so itās ready when you guys return.ā
āWhen you guys return.ā He repeats. āSo, youāre not leaving.ā
You forcefully turn to face him. āI am leaving.ā You assert.
āOh yeah?ā He provokes you. āWhere are you going?ā
āNone of your business, Lt.ā
āSee?ā He says and lifts both hands, āYouāre lying.ā
You lower your head and throw the torch onto the roof. āWhat do you want me to say, huh?ā You murmur, āWhat?ā
āThe truth,ā he replies, āand take that bloody mask off while youāre at it.ā
āWhy should I take it off?ā You sneer and point at his mask. āYou wear yours all the time.ā
āYou can see my eyes, though, canāt you?ā He explains and points to his face. He gestures with his head towards you. āLet me see yours,ā he commands.
You roll your eyes and lift the mask. He removes his balaclava in return.
āWhatās wrong, Y/N?ā He asks. āWhat exactly are you trying to fix?ā
āMy relationship with my family,ā you think to yourself and feel your face getting warmer than before when the wielding flames were burning around you.
He stands there with one thumb tucked under the rucksackās strip. Heās waiting for an answerāa proper, truthful answer.
āThis is my home.ā You whisper, shrugging and lowering your head.
āWhat about your family?ā He asks, and you shake your head, tears start filling your eyes.
āAny friends?ā He asks again, this time softer.
You give him another negative shake of the head, which causes the tears to run down your face. You quickly wipe your cheeks with your gloves.
He removes his rucksack from his shoulder, drops it to the ground and puts his hands on his waist.
āHave you tried talking to them?ā He asks.
āI did,ā you reply, ābut they donāt want anything to do with me. I disgust them, and Iām not proud either...ā
āNobodyās proud.ā He admits and puts one hand on the roofās rack, āBut somebody has to do what we do.ā
You sniff and rub your nose. āSee? Thatās why Iām here, fixing that damn rack; somebody has to do it.ā You explain. āI donāt have a choice.ā
āNot necessarily.ā He shrugs. āNot all of us will go see family or friends; Price is travelling to the Caribbean alone as we speak, and Iām off to Scotland.ā
āWith Soap?ā
āFuck no!ā He yells, and a chuckle escapes his lips. āHe has no idea Iām going there.ā
Your lips curl up, and he returns your smile. He knocks on the vehicleās roof twice and opens his mouth to say something, but he hesitates and stops. You decide to break the silence.
āThank you for listening to me.ā You whisper.
He bites his bottom lip and pats the roof once more.
āWanna come with me?ā He asks.
Your face warms up again but for a whole different reason.
āT-to Scotland?!ā You ask, surprised.
Ghost scratches his cheek and nods. āYeah,ā he replies, āitās a small cabin in the woodsāit has a single bed, an outdoor toilet, and weāll have to hunt for food. But it has a beautiful pond for swimming and plenty of hiking trails.ā
āWow, wow, wow, one bed?!ā You shout, throwing your hands up, āThatās a bit too forward, donāt you think, Lt.?ā
āCome on!ā He smirks, āAs if we havenāt experienced that before. Weāll make it work.ā
You look at him, and he returns your gaze. Youāre grateful for his offer, but doubt still lingers.
āThank you, Lt.,ā you reply, ābut I need to finish that rack.ā
āBollocks!ā He shouts and smiles. āHow long will it take you?ā
āThatās not what I mean-ā
āHow long?ā He repeats.
āSimon..ā
He drops the smile and looks you straight in the eyes.
āIām serious,ā he whispers.
āYouāre just offering out of pity.ā You speculate, and he throws his head up, letting out a sharp chuckle.
āVery bold of you to think Iād invite you out of mere pity.ā He says. āI thought you also had plans; thatās why I didnāt offer before. Iām doing it because I found the opportunity.ā
You look at him, contemplating his words, then shake your head.
āThanks,ā you say, āmaybe next time.ā
He picks up his rucksack and begins walking towards the garageās exit.
āWeāre leaving in an hour!ā he shouts as he walks towards the door.
Thinking about soap and ghosts banter during Prison Break, more specifically the way soap hypes up simon. Its all very "woah look at this cool guy!" Also I'm just very much in love with the the way Soap just cannot shut up. He's constantly commenting but not in a way that makes me think "ugh chatty MC in a video game." But more like "this is just how he is and by god will he talk."
Nothing can top the "fucking beautiful, sir!" Though. Johnny just likes seeing cool shit. I think thats the best thing about shipping them, not only are they compatible as a ship but they're also just fucking bros.
Summary: You are an exhausted medic and Ghost wants to help you catch some Zs.
CW: unprotected sex, semi-public (private, in a public area), slight degradation, praise.
TW: pussy, hole, clit.
You havenāt gotten any sleep for a few days now. Just working none-stop. If youāre not patching up soldiers back to good health, youāre filling out copious amounts of paperwork. Even the little free time you get, itās always spent awake and frustrated. Your mind betraying your body as always.
Simon Ghost Riley, is a frequent visitor, has come to get patched up again. It still baffles you how much his body has gone through yet itās still functioning almost perfectly. The amount heās endured would drive any person mad.
Thankfully heās not too wounded just a few slits on the biceps. You grab your supplies and proceed to do your job. āYou look tired.ā He says, concern laced in his words.
āHeh, yeah havenāt slept in a bit. Nothing to worry about.ā You say avoiding eye contact.
āI can help with that.ā You laugh it off not sure what he is implying by his statement. āIām serious. A good fuck might help you sleep.ā You swiftly look up at him, shocked at the sudden vulgar implication. You look in his eyes hoping it is just his way of joking around.
But no, he seems dead serious about this. āI-I donāt knowā¦ā You canāt believe youāre even contemplating this. It should be completely out of the question. Heās not just your superior but heās also your PATIENT. No matter how you like at it, itās completely inappropriate.
You finish patching him up and stand, āIf youāre not interested, I wonāt force you but Iād love to pleasure you.ā He says as he puts his hoodie back on. You bite your lip as you look away. Fuck, you really do want this. āOk.ā You sigh succumbing to your desires. His face lights up. He quickly flips you onto the bed, face facing the pillow below you.
He unbuttons your pants and removes them enough to expose you voluptuous ass and soaking wet pussy. He slowly inserts two of his fingers and itās already too much for you. Youāre so out of practice and his fingers are so big. He starts moving in and out of you, pace already quick and deep.
āIf someone walks in, weāre fuuuuuuccckked.ā You manage to spit out as he fucks you with his fat fingers.
āWell, we better be careful then.ā Ghost replies. He removes his fingers and you look behind you to see him. He pulls out his cock. Itās huge, pre-cum already dripping from the tip.
You moan as he slides his cock into your hole. The stretch slightly painful as he goes deeper into you. He stays in place to let you adjust. āFuck youāre giant.ā You gasp, feeling so full as you try to take a deep breath.
You start moaning uncontrollably as he starts moving in and out of you. āYou moan like a slag, Love.ā He says smirking as he fucks into you deep. The headboard slamming into the wall rhythmically as you moan loudly.
āFuuuuck Simonā¦!ā you tense as you start feeling your orgasm nearing.
āAs much as I love your moans, Love, we donāt want someone to hear you now, do we?ā You try to suppress your moans but you realize itās way too difficult. You bite the pillow to muffle them.
āSimon Iām gonna- gonna cum!ā You warn as you get close to the edge.
āAlready?ā He asks.
āIām sorry Iām sorry Iām s-sorryyy.ā He starts rubbing you clit and you gasp at the touch, bucking you hips closer towards the bed.
āCum for me then, Sweetheart.ā He whispers in your ear. āYeah thatās it cum all over my cock.ā You start to clinch around him and he groans.
You orgasm as Simonās name flows out of your mouth, clinging to the pillow for stability. He pulls out, cock still hard, and lets you catch your breath.
āWait, Si, you didnāt cum.ā You slightly turn to look at him. He pulls your pants back up and zips it closed.
āDonāt worry about me.ā
āAt least let me suck you off.ā
āThis was all about you, now get some rest.ā He kisses your forehead and covers you with a blanket.
Once your head lays on the pillow, exhaustion washes over you and you submit into sleep.
Reblogging again because I got an anon last week whining cause they did this to one of my unfinished series and the bot killed Y/N so now they want ME to give them a happy ending. Like. No. Suffer, bitch.
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