HAYLOFT ➣ Simon “Ghost” Riley x Original Female Character; angst, hurt, betrayal, eventual smut, gore and violence
short summary: Marzia Moretti, known as Siren, is one of the secret agents of the CIA, meant to deal with missions quietly and gather information. Not only did she work on her biggest mission for seven years, digging for information about the Sicilian Mafia which was running the most secretive human trafficking business, but she also did this to get revenge. Recently, she gets assigned to Task Force 141 in order to finish the mission once and for all.
part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8
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I’LL ALWAYS COME HOME - Simon “Ghost” Riley x Younger Sister Riley (platonic); shared trauma, hurt, acceptance of inevitable, Simon watching Twilight
short summary: coming back late, means watching movies with his sister.
SILENT LOVER ➣ tiny blurb
WHY, SIMON? ➣ tiny blurb
JOHN PRICE
HONEYMOON HEADCANONS ➣ John Price x Gender Neutral Reader
HAPPY ENDING ➣ John Price x Wife Reader; hurt, fear of loss, fluff
short summary: he has a nightmare and you’re the only one who can calm him down
REASSURING LOVER ➣ tiny blurb
RADIANT ➣ John Price x Pregnant Wife Reader; fluff, domestic atmosphere, fear of throwing up
short summary: you wake up in the night from the pregnancy sickness and your husband comes to help you
JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH
BLAZE ➣ John “Soap” MacTavish x Gender Neutral Reader, callsign Blaze; angst, hurt, fear of loss, eventual fluff
short summary: you were never the one to listen to his orders, now look where it got you…
TALL READER HEADCANONS ➣ John “Soap” MacTavish x Tall Reader (afab!reader)
short summary: him coming from the mission too late, you think about dismissing him from the Special Forces. After all, you have a higher rank than him and the idea is appealing.
short summary: you playing a game with him leads into a game you don’t think you can handle
FULFILLING LOVER ➣ tiny blurb
MISC
SHORT READER HEADCANONS ➣ Alejandro Vargas, Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Valeria Garza, König x f!reader
LONGING LOVER ➣ König tiny blurb
DOMESTIC HEADCANNONS ➣ Alejandro Vargas, Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Valeria Garza, König, Rodolfo Parra x gn!reader
Hey, I really love your story. But I have a request. Can you do like Ghost x GN!/M! Reader they have a fight and broke up. The reader secretly stalk Ghost and find out that he has found someone new. It brokes the readers heart because they still love him. I don't have another idea anymore but can you do it more angsty😌i just want to cry🥲
If You'd Want - You'd Stay Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN!reader
first of all, I'm terribly sorry for such a late response and second of all, if you ask for angst - I shall deliver...
warning: pure angst and hurt
It wasn't like other times. It wasn't just another fight. It was the one where Simon aggressively draw an ultimatum, packed his bags and never stepped foot in this flat again.
Your body was twisted in between the blankets, laying in the bed you once shared with Simon and you buried your head in between the pillows as the pain with the memory of his departure plagued your mind. For these past few months now.
"Can you just—not go?" You hesitantly asked.
Jesus, it hasn't been full forty-eight hours and he was gathering his gear again. He just came back from a mission that was over two months and you had no idea the whole time if he was even alive.
"You know I can't. I can't deny direct orders from my superior." His answer was always the same - direct orders, superior, for a month or two.
You huffed out and stood up: "For how long?" Your voice was sterner than usual. But you were sick and tired from waiting for him. It wasn’t as if he was leaving for a casual business trip - he was constantly risking his life and every day out there meant another day in which you could get a call and find out he was dead.
How much longer can you endure it? How much longer could he make you endure it?
"A month or two - it's not specified."
Here it was - the same answer as always. But this time, you just couldn't take it - not anymore. "I just got you back. You cannot be actually telling me that you're leaving me for another two months!" Your voice was stern, surprisingly, as you weren't good with arguments. You were always trying to bottle your feelings up, but when was the time to release them?
Simon angrily shoved his gloves into the backpack and turned to you: "What do you want me to do, huh? It's my job - I don't get to choose when or where to go!"
At this point you would've just stayed silent, just like the other times, but not this time. You just couldn't anymore. It always seemed like he didn't care about you. Like he didn't care about the damage he was doing to you with his constant departure. Why did he even need you if he was constantly leaving you?
"What about me, then? What about us? How long will this go on? A year? Two? Five?! What about what I want?" You were desperate. You didn't want to lose him. You just wanted him home.
His eyes clouded, not with sadness or the sudden realisation that he has been horrible to you, but with anger. "If you cannot handle who I am - then why do you even bother?"
"Because I love you! Because I actually want us to have a future. But how long will I have to wait for you? How long—until you'll realise that you have to care about me too?"
There was a beat of silence.
"I'm not planning to retire," he finally said and it completely shattered your heart.
You took a step back, your face feeling burning as your eyes were stinging with prickling tears. In the depth of your heart, you really thought that he was going to choose you.
"I'm not going to wait for you anymore."
Something flashed in his eyes, but you couldn't decipher it - hurt, perhaps? It has been so long until it was just the two of you together and it was as if you couldn't read him anymore.
"Fine."
It was horrible that his last word to you was just—fine. It plagued you. You didn't even know if he was alright, if he was even alive. But he didn't call you and you weren't going to call him.
He made his choice and it wasn't you.
You grabbed your phone from the bed table and the screen flashed right into your face: 12:04 am. Putting the phone down, you sighed - ever since he left, you had a horrible time trying to sleep.
That's why, you slowly stood up, threw a simple outfit from the clothes splattered around the bedroom, grabbed your phone and car keys and left the flat.
You often found yourself on the nights like these, when it got too overwhelming, driving to a fast food place nearby where you and Simon used to go. Well, at least at the beginning of the relationship. When you were still so eager to help him. To save him from his nightmares.
You quickly drove there, parked your car in your usual spot and got outside. It was a chilly night, even if everything seemed so cold towards you. Closing the door, you gazed into the place, through the windows, to see a group of teenagers having a blaster - probably on their way to some party.
And in the corner where you sat, well, where you used to sit with Simon - sat a couple. You slightly squinted your eyes, looking at the two seated people and your heart dropped.
Your car keys dropped on the asphalt and you leaned to the door of your car, trying to catch a breath - it was Simon. Jesus, you could spot him from miles away, you had his silhouette memorised into your bones.
And he wasn't alone.
The male, sitting in front of him, was laughing wholeheartedly and you could notice that Simon's shoulders were slightly moving - he was laughing as well.
You quickly moved down and grabbed your car keys and got into your car as fast as you could. You put the key in the engine and twisted it and grabbed the wheel, but you froze.
You were sitting right in front of them.
And a piece of you was relieved to see that he was alive. He was back once again. But it was only a reminder that he never needed you. He never cared. Because there was something hard you had to understand, but you were just never ready for it: you can't fix someone who doesn't want to be fixed.
You couldn't save Simon and now, you were the one who needed saving.
I’m so sorry for not being active - it has been hectic lately! There are so many asks in my inbox and I’m not sure I’ll be able to do all of them! But fics are coming! Please be patient! xx
a/n: to the anon who told me that my previous drabble "killed them in the best way"
warnings: death, angst, read this if you are in the mood for crying
The dog tags of his carried his identity, his heart. And now you were pressing the chain with his initials to your chest, trying to breathe. The metal of the chain seemed to be burning your skin, the initials, engraved on the useless metal, seemed foreign. What once was his chest pressed against yours, now it was just his name.
They called you to get to the base - they never called you. You weren't a part of the military anymore and you knew immediately what had happened when you got that call. Now you were standing inside a little room with his body lying on the cold surface, his military gear on him.
To all the days you were together, you desperately tried to make all of this work. Tried to soothe his nightmares and protect his soul, which was shining so bright ever since he met you. You kept on repeating him, over and over again: "Simon, you're half my soul. Such a beautiful soul."
To all the days you played apart, when he couldn't handle your compliments. When he couldn't accept nice words being told to a murderer. But only you were able to tell him things that he believed in - Simon, you're worth loving.
You let him inside of your heart and cherished him the best you could. Sharing your imperfections, your worries of this day coming, you were in each other's lives. Foolishly, you realise, as the chain of his dog tags were burning scars into your body.
And he made you promises, heart to heart, that he'll always come back. That there is a reason for him to survive now, but you never understood why he left. Why he couldn't just stay if you were enough for him to live? Why put you through all of this pain, knowing well how it will end?
You finally walked closer to his unmoving body - Simon was never like this. He was a calm soul, but he always slightly moved. The twitch of his legs or his fingers tapping the surface soothed you with his presence. There was no movement. It wasn't Simon anymore. It wasn't your Simon.
"I'll come back. You know I will." It was his promise every time he stepped out of the home you two shared. And after that promise came other, useless ones, that it will all soon end. You finally understood how it will end - his identity in your hands, his touch left to freeze underneath you.
You didn't even realise how much love you could put inside of someone that broken. How much love he put inside of you. It blossomed like a little flower during every spring, it glowed when the sun shined - you two glowed. But yet, he always went away. He always left with a promise.
He broke it. And as you were taking off the skull mask, you realised he died as a Ghost. Did your Simon even exist? Was he just a distant memory of yours? A dream? But underneath that mask was him and it was the moment you broke down, clutching the mask of his against your body.
You wailed for your love from the bottom of your heart and your lungs. You wailed as you remembered the tender kisses you two shared. Your breath got stuck in your lungs as you remembered his sweet words, his sweet remarks, his sweet voice. You remembered his tears and how you wiped them, how you kissed them away.
You never got to say until death do us apart. But it did. It tore you apart.
The breathless whine in your voice shattered his heart - you were fighting him. Your blood was already staining his clothing, sinking through the fabric and engraving his skin with your pain.
He tried to get you up, but you wailed and all he was left to do, was hold down to bullet wound covered until the help will reach you—just a few more minutes.
The smile of yours was stained in crimson, your body was slightly spasming, wanting to cough in pure pain - everything was tingling, but slowly growing numb. Yet you watched him.
“Just stay with me. Stay with me. Eyes on me.” He was demanding. But it wasn’t only the concern of your superior, it was concern of the man you shared the bed with. The man you gave your heart to. The man who told you to be careful before this.
You opened your mouth, letting out a small wail, but you kept on smiling. Your hand weakly raised, moving towards his face, towards his skull mask. “Lemme see you—one—last time.”
Shaking his head, he couldn’t allow himself to do that. It wasn’t the last time - it will be just like every night when he sneaks into your room. When you take off his mask so gently and kiss his scars, bringing a smile onto his face.
“The help is coming—this isn’t the last—“
Your hand dropped and his eyes widened. The fresh tears were staining your cheeks, your eyes slightly opened, but unmoving. The last breath got stuck in your chest and froze.
He remembers the way he screamed. The way he ripped off his mask and begged for you to wake up and look at him. Look at your Simon. He remembers the way the help came, but it was too late. He remembers being pulled away from your body. The tantrum he caused in the base—the men he punched, the furniture he destroyed.
He remembered why it never works in this line of job.
Sunny… You’re a Godess… I love your work ! Are you comfortable with alphabet headcanon ? If it’s a yes, can I ask a SFW alphabet for Price ?
JOHN PRICE SWF ALPHABET (john price x gn!reader)
I'm back to posting after my exam session! Thank you so much for this request and your kind words! I hope you will like this as it is my first time writing something like this!
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A = Affection
Price is a fairly affectionate man. He loves to get his hands on you - not very big on PDA, but he doesn't back away from occasional kisses in front of others. His hands in yours is a must. And trust me that he is not afraid to tell you he loves you or that you look beautiful in front of others—yes, he will get some teasing from others, but nothing will shut them up quicker than the look from their Captain.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He's very caring as a friend - that man has a huge golden heart. Most of his friendships start on the military bases, meeting new people, and working with them. Since his job is a massive part of his life, it's unlikely for him to make friendships outside his job. However, he does have a friend from school with whom he reconnects a few times a year and just talk about anything.
You just know that he will remember any detail you tell him about yourself. He won't forget your birthday—he'll miss it, yes, because of his work schedule, but as a best friend, he will try to avert your wrath with something you enjoy.
C = Cuddles
Cuddle bear. That man needs to hold someone or be held. Big on being the big spoon, of course, there is nothing he enjoys more than having your body against his and sharing his warmth. If you are the type of person that's always cold - great! He'll make it his personal mission to warm you up immediately.
The type of man to admit he loves cuddling and won't ever be ashamed of it. He enjoys being held and if you do, especially in the middle of the night, unconsciously, that man will melt on spot.
D = Domestic
Price is old-fashioned so a domestic lifestyle is his dream. He is the type of man to move to a house near a lake when he's finally retired. Would totally build a sauna or a tree house, or even get handy and build a house by the lake.
Pretty decent at cooking, but doesn't go beyond searching for new recipes or trying new tastes. If your palette is more defined and you introduce him to the different cuisines, he'll definitely lick the plate you make. But if it's his turn to cook - expect simple English food.
The man is clean - the military forced him to become tidier. There aren't unnecessary decorations or stuff that he doesn't use in his house. It's important for him to live in a tidy environment, so his place is kept as tidy as it can be.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Price would tell you the truth. He wouldn't be the type of person to sugarcoat it or lie about wanting to end the relationship. He appreciates communication and even if he knows how much it will hurt you, he has to be truthful because he owes you that.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He would definitely propose to you quickly. If you are in a relationship for two years, three years max - he's already down on one knee. He is definitely the guy to fall in love quickly, but he doesn't trust everyone with his feelings. So if the two of you are dating for quite some time, it means he trusts you unconditionally and, why wait any longer? He gets weak from thinking about marrying you, please bear with him.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Super gentle! His touches are never rough. His worst fear would be hurting you accidentally - he would never forgive himself. His job is so violent where he has a place where to shake off his negative emotions. With you, he's bare. The loss, and the environment of his job fall down on his shoulders and he allows himself to be vulnerable.
H = Hugs
Back hugs. Back hugs. Back hugs. Back hugs. Just give him the opportunity to be behind you and he'll always wrap his hands around you. It doesn't matter if you are alone or in front of other people. He has this hidden urge to always protect you and be close, and holding you in his hug is one of the many benefits of having you near.
His guilty pleasure is emotional hugs. When he gets back from a mission, after months of not seeing you, drained emotionally and physically. But the way you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him closer, making him wrap his arms around your back, slightly squeezing you, makes him shed a few tears. Home. You feel like home.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Would want to say it sooner than he actually does. But he waits for the perfect opportunity where he knows that you are comfortable with hearing him say it. Even though in the first months of when you two started to date, he mumbled those three words in his sleep.
J = Jealousy
Price totally gets jealous as he is protective over you, but he doesn't get into an obsessive mood. Authoritivity is a huge part of him, so he knows his worth and he knows no one in their right mind would mess with a Captain's partner. However, when he's jealous because a newbie keeps eyeing you, making weird moves towards you, the newbie will be silenced quickly. Price doesn't have to say something, it's enough to catch his look. The look that will make the newbie question their place in the military training.
K = Kisses
Simple kisses with him are the best. Really enjoys pecking your lips too many times to get you all worked up and giggly. But those kisses after you two share prolonging eye contact— His lips find yours, his heart bursting into flames, the heartbeat ringing in his ears. It was odd for him to feel so in love every time he kissed you. It's as if he's falling in love over and over again and that feeling is so addictive that he kisses you again and again, and again.
If he's in a rush, he'll kiss your cheeks softly, his hand lingering on your face for a second longer before he storms out of the house.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Price is great with children. However, he's only good with children that are of his own or in his family. He might feel weird if in a playground a random child asks to pass him the ball that rolled to his feet. It also depends if he has children of his own or not. If he has - he'll be the best father to ever exist. He'll shower them with affection and protect them, trying to spend every moment with them. If he doesn't have kids but wants them, you will notice that random walks through the playgrounds in the park are getting more often.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He'll not let you get out of bed on a lazy day. Where is the rush? Not only it is hard to leave bed every morning on its own, but when he is your personal heater - it's impossible to get up early. If you'll insist on getting up - oh, you better believe that his Captain side will come out at this point. He'll order you to stay and even if you would try to disobey, something about his authoritative tone makes you fold and you have to stay. And, trust me, if you behave, he'll make your time worth it.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Not a fan of staying up late or doing something at night. He has a pretty ruined sleeping schedule, so any type of sleep is important to him. Occasional date nights or movie nights happen, but you understand better than to keep him awake. As much as he would want to be a night owl, he really is not. There are too many times he dozed off on the couch when you two were watching a movie after midnight. Please, let that man get him a well-deserved eight hours of sleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)
He's a closed-off person because of his job. He's in the Special Forces, and he doesn't go chit-chatting about his job left and right. Even in a relationship, he doesn't share all the details - he's not allowed to. But if we are talking about emotional things, he'll warm up to you gradually. Not the type of person to trauma dump you because he cares about your well-being as well and is afraid to scare you away. He knows that he is deeply messed up, but he acknowledges his flaws and traumas and tries to work on them the best he can. If you are a dear person to him, trust me, he'll hand you his heart over. Please cherish it.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He's not really patient. He is used to people obeying his orders and a military job means that everything has to be done fast and cleanly. He doesn't put up with teasing aura well, especially in serious moments.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)
Everything. Price is definitely that type of man to pull out dates in a conversation:
"Remember the place we dined on the 16th of September?"
"What?"
"2015."
"It was eight years ago, how should I—“
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
The first time you laughed at his dad's joke. Not only it slightly stroked his ego that you laughed at his horrible joke, but the sound of your laughter made him swoon. Ever since that time, when you called him unfunny, he reminded you of that time when you laughed:
"Your laughter said otherwise."
"Then you were funny. Now you're just getting old."
S = Security (How protective are they?)
The field of his job does leave him paranoid. Many horrible people might go after him and might use you to get to him. He doesn't know what he would do if you would get hurt because of him. For instance, he'd track them down and wreck them and then retire. Your security matters the most. His job is already to clean up the mess silently and to slightly make it better, but you are everything to him. He'll search the whole world just to find you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Isn’t the best at coming up with grandiose or innovative gifts, but will surprise you with flowers, sweets and little things that remind you of him. He’s far better with you just telling him straightforwardly what you want and he will get it for you.
However, he does put a lot of time and sanity into arranging a date. Ordering a table at some fancy restaurant, making sure the setting is nice, ordering flowers, getting you some new clothing for the occasion. It stresses him out, but it always ends up romantic and that’s all that matter.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Smoking. It helps him clear his mind and he really started to smoke because as soon as he joined the Army, he learned that smokers get a few more minutes of free time. He doesn’t smoke a lot, but a few cigars when he is feeling stressed calm him down just a bit.
Forgets to eat when he’s focused on his work. If there are days when he has to deal with paperwork, you better know that he forgets to eat and to drink enough.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s not self-conscious. Why should he be? His body is trained, pure muscle and gorgeous (have you seen that teeny tiny waist of his—lord…). He keeps his beard well groomed as well as any other hair on his body. It’s important for him to look presentable not only because soldiers must look well, but also because he knows he is a well-looking guy. Not in a narcissistic way, but you won’t catch him moping about his looks. But compliments are always appreciated.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He needs you like fresh air. His life is messy - one mission to another. Different locations, different settings. You are the only security in his life. The only still moment that makes him breathe easier and sleep calmer. There isn’t a day he doesn’t think that you are everything he has. Everything he has ever wanted.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
When he is absolutely exhausted, he will snore so loud. It will drive you and everyone crazy. Waking him up and making him fall asleep again will only worsen the situation.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
A really erratic person just doesn’t work with him. He needs stability. He just doesn’t click with a person that changes their opinion every second or isn’t able to express feelings. Communication and honesty are the most important things for him - he cannot stand lying and that would break his trust completely.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
If he’s with you - always holding you in his arms. It’s a must. If he’s away, there is already a collection of polaroids Soap has taken of Price sleeping while hugging a pillow.
Will talk in his sleep occasionally - some incoherent bullshit. But sometimes, you can actually ask questions and he will answer you.
Ghost would be a silent lover. Prolonging stares and ghost touches when you are near him. He’s afraid of words—of telling you something wrong. Never been good at comforting someone.
If he’d fall in love with you, he’d be scared - he doesn’t want to be like his father, to dump his anger and trauma on you.
Even if he’d like to forget his feelings for you. Even if he’d like to stop himself from thinking about you—he knows better. He wears a mask, yes, but he isn’t an emotionless being who doesn’t need love.
He can shape himself into some sort of resemblance of a man for you. Because deep down, he knows he deserves to be happy. With you.
He deserves a new start. Where he can be better. Where the ending can be better.
After attaching the dog tag beside hers, he carefully placed the chain over her head, on her skin. Offering a piece of vulnerability felt like someone had gutted him out, bringing him down to his knees, but he made this choice.
Looking at the dog tags - his on top of hers, she smiled and, God if it wasn't the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. The slight tug of her lips, and the quiver showed that she was holding her wide smile back as she looked at his dog tag - read his name for the first time.
As much as his body was preparing to hear his name again, after all these years, she didn't say it. She let the dog tag claim its place beside hers.
"What?" He finally asked, the anticipation making him feel as if he was a teenager again, or a child waiting for candy.
"Nothing," her voice was lifted, "I like your name."
Hi! Could I request some general comfort (gn reader) with König, ghost and graves? Feel free to add more
If you decide to do this, thank you sm! <3
COMFORT HEADCANNONS OF COD CHARACTERS X GN!READER ghost, könig, graves, valeria
I'm a huge sucker for comforting writing, so thank you so much for the request. I hope you'll like it!
SIMON "GHOST" RILEY
Simon is not the best at comforting. He's not very big on words, so don't expect him to give you a whole monologue, praising you and giving the who hurt you speech. At first, he might give you some space and read your body language - there are some times when you are irritated to the point that you get mad at him for even touching you.
He's an observer, so if you will come home with your head hanging low, shoulders slumped forward, he would know you are in a desperate need of a hug. Not that kind of simple, greeting hug, but a hug where he slightly squishes you. That kind of hug where you grasp his shirt in your fists, burying your head in his chest and letting your feelings flow away.
If you start crying - his heart breaks. The man doesn't understand how others can be cruel to such a good soul. Once again, your crying can slightly make him freeze for a few seconds, but he'll start rubbing your back, pulling you closer.
Once you'd pull away, cheeks puffy and eyes glistering with tears, he'd slightly lean down, evening out with your height and wipe your flowing tears away. "Tea?" he'd ask. And you'd be a fool to refuse this request because the tea he made was the best you ever tasted and he made it rarely.
You'd be beside him when he makes the tea. You love to observe him do something so simple and domestic. And soon, there are two cups of steaming tea in mugs and he sets them on the table, making you sit down on the kitchen chair.
He'll push another chair right beside yours and sit like that so he could face you. His legs will have a hard time fitting as he doesn't want to waste any space between you two. But you two will end up close, his hand resting on your thigh, gently rubbing circles.
"Wanna talk about it?" He'll ask. But most of the time you will just shake your head and mumble a small 'later'. He'll press a kiss to your temple and his lips will linger for a second longer, feeling the softness of your skin before pulling away.
"Come on, love, you can choose what to watch," he'll offer and your eyes will light with delight. There was nothing more you enjoyed doing than watching corny romcoms with Simon, just to see that man struggle to go through all of those cheesy conversations and your ability to recite them.
"I know how much you suffer. Can't do that to you." You'll try to reason, but you could do that to him and he knew that.
He'll chuckle, a small breath that indicated—yeah right. Tapping your thigh, he'll rise from his seat: "Don't play hard to get. Let's go watch the bloody vampire circus."
"It's Twilight, Simon. And it's the national treasure of this century."
KÖNIG
He can read you very well. Sometimes it might seem that his mind can be occupied with too many things at the same time - the post-adrenaline shake or just some sort of nasty embarrassing shit that has happened while doing grocery shopping, even with all of that he reads you like an open book.
It scares him when you are not feeling well. If you are crying - he is shattered. Imagine him catching you in the bedroom you two share, wiping angry tears off your face as you tried to control your breathing. The man is already on his knees in front of you before you could register his presence.
There have been a few times when you have dealt with his panic attacks - they were nasty and quite scary at some times, so he already felt like he owed you. The small mumbles, the 'nothing' would make him desperate - he wanted to make you feel better.
That's why he'd gently grab your face in his hands, making you look at him even if you kept trying to turn away so he wouldn't see your tears. He'd caress your face so gently as if a feather was stroking your face. His full of love, worried eyes would meet yours as he'd gently beg:
"I'm here for you, mein engel. Please don't hide from me. I'm here."
His words would undoubtedly make you sob, but you'd move away from the bed, slipping forwards right into his arms and there you two were - in a warm embrace on the carpet of your bedroom. He'd gently coo in your ear, stroking your hair, gently rocking you.
It would feel so heavenly to be held by his strong, but loving arms. The way you knew that he'd get rid of any harm coming your way. He'd kiss the ground you walk on if you just asked. Even if it may be hard to show your vulnerable side, you knew that you two were bare in front of each other. Seeing each other's souls on display. Offering vulnerability.
You were the one kissing his pain away when he was having a hard time breathing, his hands desperately pulling you closer as if you were the oxygen he needed to survive. Now he was the one holding you and you were wondering - what would you do without him?
You'd calm down eventually and your slightly trembling body would collapse in his. It was as if you could be in his arms forever and never whine about anything again; the feeling of safety was so sweet, the taste lingering on your tongue as you allowed yourself to be coddled by him.
You'll hear his heartbeat - rhythmical and strong. You'll hear the way a single touch of yours would cause his heart to spike, making you gently smile to yourself. And in no time, you'll pull away from his alluring warmth and offer him a soft smile, taking in his worrying features.
"Alles gut?" He'd ask.
"Mit dir - alles gut."
PHILLIP GRAVES
That man can be demanding and giving out orders quickly - sometimes he'd forget it's just the two of you and the demanding tone would make your eyebrows furrow just a little bit. But if you're feeling down - God forbid he'd ever use that tone on you.
He'd be quite talkative to make sure you're okay. Keeping that eye contact with him, no matter if you are crying, is very important to him. "Come on, baby, look at me," he'd coo. "Tell me what’s going on.”
It’s important for him to hear what has happened or how you are feeling. You have to talk with him—he appreciates it when you tell him how you are feeling without the ‘nothing’ bullshit. It shows him that you trust him enough to display your feelings, even the ones that make you cry.
If it’s some shit going on at your work, he’d definitely be the kind of partner to silently fix the issue without you knowing. Someone’s being rude to you? Commander Graves is already at his service. Most of your friends and acquaintances know that your partner is in the military and there is gossip going on around him if he is a soldier or a mercenary. But that didn’t matter to him or you—no one wanted to fuck with him.
He’d kiss the side of your forehead a lot while you’re pouring your feelings out. He’d try to soothe you with the idea of getting a delivery and just spending the evening together. Hell—if you are completely on the edge, he’ll promise you that he will clean his schedule a bit and get a few days off. And he’ll keep to his word.
If, let’s say, you barricade yourself from him - lock yourself in the bathroom to pour your feelings out - he’ll sit outside the door. At first, he will try to convince you that you should let him inside, but when you don’t move an inch, he will just stay there until you are ready to face him.
And when the door would open, he’d raise from the ground so fast and bring you into his arms immediately. He does that not because he doesn’t understand what personal space is, but because he just needs to be there for you when you are having a hard time.
And yes, even if he isn’t a wardrobe sharer—you better believe that the next morning you wake up, there will be a sweater of his folded right beside you to wear.
VALERIA GARZA
If someone makes you break down, you best be sure that Valeria will have that look on her face of ‘taking care of that person’. She can easily take care of nasty business without you knowing. Your safety and well-being are her first priority.
Definitely that kind of woman to ask ‘who did this to you?’ almost instantly, but if you are crying that sentence will have to be pushed a bit away. Despite her bossy demeanour, she knows how to soothe someone. Let’s be honest, she has been through horrible experiences in the Army which made her toughen up, but that doesn’t mean she is an evil person.
As I said, your well-being is her first priority. She may not be home a lot, but she tries to make it up to so. So if she comes back and you are feeling down - she may think it’s her fault at first. And most of the time it is and trust me, she’d like to be with you more often, but it’s not easy. Especially with the business, she is brewing.
She’ll get you anything you want at that moment. From a box of chocolates to a nice homemade stew. Because in moments like these, she always remembers how human you both are. Relationships need work to be maintained and ups and downs are common. Even if expressing emotions is normal and awaited, she never wants to see you cry again - it's too painful.
"Just come close," you'd ask, your voice hoarse from crying. The woman in front of you would quickly shut up with her questions and sit next to you.
"I'll take a few days off and-"
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Valeria. I am fine with your work schedule."
She knew you weren't fine, but she was beyond thankful that you were still here with her. "I always go around yelling about who did this to you when most of the time it's my fault, no?" She dryly joked, chuckling.
You just needed her home. "I know how much your work means to you."
Alejandro would be a fulfilling lover. Your wishes are his commands. If he could, he’d kiss the ground you walk on. He will do anything you please—just ask.
Between his missions, he makes sure he spends his time with you completely. Showering you in kisses and sweet words is just the beginning. He often brings you flowers and little presents. Whatever reminds him of you - he will get it.
Absolutely loves having you in his arms—he always works so hard to keep your protected. His job isn’t easy - it’s messed up and one wrong step could put your life in danger. There is nothing more he fears than losing you, but he is too selfish to let you go.
Because of his lifestyle, he tends to do a lot with you. Not only cuddling in bed, but going out and just sometimes watching movies—anything you like.
When you are expressing your worry about him getting hurt - it’s as if a bullet has struck him again. He knows he is putting you through hell, but he has to keep his hometown and you safe. He has the power to do that, but he keeps on talking about retiring. He wants to have a family with you one day.
For Alejandro, it’s important that you would be there for him. There will be days where he will be struck with a loss and want nothing more than to be in your arms—be there for him. Hold him close, kiss his forehead, rub his back. Tell him how much he means to you and how important his role is in work. He trusts your words. Your opinion is important.
Because at some point, he will retire and he will come home with a nostalgic smile telling you that he is all yours. All yours to have. He may or may not tell that he wants to have four children and he may or may not earn a horrible gasp from you, but it didn’t matter back then.
Alejandro wants to fulfil all of your wishes—he will eventually fulfil your biggest one. Him coming back home.
König is the longing lover. Not because he has social anxiety or that he has a hard time to be among people. He needs reassurance both from you and from himself.
He longs for you. It’s as if you are the most beautiful art piece he has ever seen in his life and he cannot stop himself from visiting the museum over and over again until all of the guides and security guards know who he is.
The domestic feeling you provide him makes him long for you. The way the house smells like breakfast in the morning and the way the scent of herbal tea overtakes it in the evenings. And your poppyseed cake—oh…
Being in the military sometimes takes the strength out of him—seeing death, being among other people he may not tolerate well - it’s tough. All of those remarks about his height, the way he looks, the way he couldn’t be a sniper—he just wants to come back home to you.
A little glued thing he was next to you. Where you are - he is. Not to mention the way he enjoys the fact that he can always heat you up and that’s why he follows you around. That’s why he sometimes turns the heater off just so he could have a reason to hug you.
You have never seen him in his sniper mask—he only wore it to protect his identity at needed times, not to put distance between you two. He loved the way you looked at him, the way you traced your fingers on his crooked nose, the way you stroked his hair—he knew you longed for him too.
It didn’t matter if you two were apart for two hours or two months—he ached for you. He didn’t know that it was possible, but he couldn’t breathe normally without you. It was as if everything was worse without you—too many people, too loud, too much, too much, too much…
With you, he was him again. Not a soldier, not König, just him—your beloved.
They bring home an animal and surprise their SO with it - what are bringing home? Author’s choice for what characters you want to work with. I just think it sounds fun. You just König is bringing home something tiny and fluffy.
WHAT ANIMALS WOULD THEY BRING YOU? (könig, ghost, valeria, soap x gn!reader)
thank you so much for this adorable request—it was so fun to write it!
KÖNIG
And there he was, standing near the door frame, holding something so soft, fluffy and tiny in his muscular arms. Now you couldn’t really figure out if the animal was actually that small since he was held by that giant.
You rose from your bed instantly and König, with the widest smile on his face you have ever seen, came closer to you, revealing a small bunny cuddled up in his arms. It was light brown, small and horribly cute. Its huge ears were hanging around its small face, the cute nose slightly twitching.
Handing the bunny to you, holding it firmly by the tummy and supporting its back legs, he started to explain himself: “I know we didn’t agree on having one, but he was just outside our house and it’s cold—“
You two didn’t plan to adopt a pet because you two didn’t agree on what to take. If it was up to König, that little fool would adopt the whole shelter and now, that wasn’t a bad idea, but he was also the one the most away from home. You possibly couldn’t deal with that many pets.
You took the soft little creature in your hands and you felt tearing up—embarrassing, but the cuteness was killing you. The fur was so soft that you wanted to nuzzle your nose into it and just rest like this. The bunny didn’t seem to be afraid, but it was looking around at the surroundings.
“What do you think of naming it?” You asked instead, showing that you were fine with keeping the adorable little fluff in your hands.
König tried to conceal his happiness, so he sat down beside you and sightly shrugged:
“König Junior.”
Giving the look to your beloved, you were sometimes taken back by his choices. “Absolutely not.”
“I found him—“
“The name sucks. And it’s somehow narcissistic…”
“First of all, how dare you—“
“I think it should be called Bun or BunBun.”
The man slightly squinted his eyes, slightly shaking his head: “And that’s a good name for a bunny? Oh mein Gott…”
SIMON “GHOST” RILEY
You were running out of the bedroom as soon as you heard the front door opening—Simon was home. After months.
The sight of him made your heart warm up. You never really knew when he was getting back—the dates were getting pushed and pulled in weird ways and you learnt to just wait patiently and hope for the best.
But this time it wasn’t just Simon. A small German Shepherd dog was beside him—it wasn’t a puppy, still young, not the size of a grown dog, but still with a childish skinny face and long legs.
The dog was anxiously sniffing the corridor, staying close to Simon. He didn’t even have to tell you what happened as it was clear already - he found it on the battlefield and knowing how much Simon loves dogs, he couldn’t abandon it.
“Hi,” you smiled, welcoming your partner into a warm hug, and pulling him even closer. You always tended to do that—you were touch-deprived and it has been too long. But now, you had to pull back earlier and gently move down, extending your hand at the dog in a soft manner.
The back legs of the dog were bandaged and there was a nasty wound on the side of its tummy where the fur was shaved off, the wound already healing. The dog sniffed your arm and gently poked it with his moist nose, making you smile. You let yourself gently pet his head, scratching his ears and soon, the dog was cuddling into you.
“Found him in the field. Poor guy was left after an explosion. Took him to the vet—bit limping, but he’ll be fine in no time.” Simon explained, his heart warming up at the view in front of him—you gently scratching the dog’s tummy.
“How did you name him?”
Simon slightly gulped—he sucked at those things. Moving down, he gently rubbed the dog's head, the dog playfully running around him and nuzzling his nose into his palm. “M’bad at these things… So Riley.”
You hummed and slightly tilted your head: “It fits him.”
“Yeah?” Simon didn’t expect your approval.
Looking away from the dog at your beloved, you smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek: “Yeah. And I hope Riley will give you a reason to come back home more often. I see I’m not fairly enough.”
Standing up, you gave him a playful hurt look as you went into the kitchen to get some bowl and pour some water for Riley and make some tea for the dad Riley. In the corridor, you overheard him chuckle, his footsteps growing closer to you, the dog following.
“Already jealous of the dog, aren’t we, love?”
VALERIA GARZA
There was a cat in your lover's arms and you couldn't help but raise your eyebrows in pure surprise. You haven't seen Valeria in quite some time, but that was common for her. One morning you would wake up with a note on your pillow that she'll be back and has some work to do.
You didn't know where to look actually—at your perfect-looking partner, who managed to look extraordinary no matter which time of the day it was. Or should you look at the cat she was holding in her hands—
"I know it's been too long," she already tried to explain so you wouldn't give her the much-deserved silent treatment. "And I know how much you like cuddles, so..." She extended the cat towards you and you took the fluffy cat in your arms.
It was just a simple cat - not a fancy breed or anything. It wasn't small - Valeria probably stopped at the animal shelter and the thought of Valeria there made you chuckle. The cat was completely black, green eyes shining with pure curiosity as it sniffed you. But as soon as you started to pet its little head, the lulling purring tugged the corner of your lips up.
"So what, am I supposed to accept this cat as an exchange?" You gave her a look, slightly squinting your eyes. "Are you leaving me?"
You tended to be a little bit over-dramatic and Valeria rolled her eyes at you but took your mood swings as a champ. Well, mostly because she deserved your anger and then a sudden need to devour a whole-ass pizza.
"Leave you?" The bossy tone was overheard in her words. She gently raised one eyebrow up, stepping closer to you, placing her hands on your arms, leaving shivers where she touched.
You were weak when she touched you. She had too much power over you.
"You were gone for two months, Valeria." You reminded.
"I got you a cat," she tried to reason.
"Yeah, keep up with that pace and this house will be stuffed with cats."
Valeria sighed, but a small smile appeared on her lips—God, how much she enjoyed your little bickering. "Por Dios... Give me a kiss already instead of grumbling..."
And you couldn't help but comply, happy to have Valeria back home and the small fluff you soon decided to call Alejandro just to piss off her more. But then with a common agreement, the cat was called Alex.
Even if you still call the cat Alejandro when Valeria is gone.
JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH
You wanted to smack that smug Scottish man across his handsome face because he just brought you an Eastern Box Turtle. Not that the turtle wasn't cute or that you didn’t want to have a pet. But that smug bastard just said why he bought a turtle.
"You remind me of it - I got it for ya."
"John..." You inhaled, looking at the unmoving turtle in his palms. "Did you just compare me with a turtle?"
"In good ways only," he defended his good cause.
Exhaling a bit too loud, you looked at the turtle that was still quite small, but it will grow a bit more in years. "Yeah? What good qualities? They are slow, look like lizards with a shield on..."
Soap quickly covered the turtle's head with his palm and slightly moved it away: "Hey! He can hear you!"
"It's his classification—where the fuck did you even get it?"
Soap placed the turtle on your lap and you just froze slightly - it wasn't as if you could pet him, but it was quite pretty.
"Said you wanted a pet - so I got ye a pet." The man was such a fool sometimes, but you couldn't be mad at him. There wasn't a reason to be mad. He always tried too hard to please you and his efforts were always so nice. That's why you gently hit his shoulder and shook your head:
The scars on his body carried so much pain that he tried to bury them aside—the nightmares reminded him of every one of them, but that didn’t matter. Not when he was admiring the fresh red marks moving all the way down from his shoulders.
Crescent marks were left on his shoulder blades - a reminder of the pain that felt too good—he gulped. It wasn’t enough - he wanted to see his whole back. Taking a small mirror from the counter he placed it behind him, turning it so he could view through it the crimson on his back.
Fuck—they were so beautiful.
“Eyes on me, doll, come on,” he slightly tapped your cheeks as your eyes were focused on the swinging of his dog tags. Eyes slightly crossing, the little furrow between your eyebrows and your mouth, just slightly agape, showed how scrambled your brain already was.
Your legs positioned at the sides of your head, knees to your chest as he was pounding his cock into you so deliciously, making you slowly drift away from reality and think about him. The way your spongy walls were pulsating against him, trying to push him out—too much too much too much—on the edge of your fourth orgasm you were going to crumble completely.
But he didn’t intend to stop. With a sharp trust, you could feel the way the tip of his cock was bullying your cervix. The pain was burning, but good, too good—you couldn’t even think about it. Your eyes finally raised, meeting his eyes and he couldn’t help, but chuckle mockingly.
The wide, teary eyes of yours were showing how fragile you were. It was almost silly that he was barely done with you and you were already overstimulated. It turned him even more on, that was fucked up of him, he knew that, but when you looked at him like that—
“Atta girl.” He praised, meeting your frantic nodding as you sucked his praises into yourself as a sponge. Completely under his control. He could have you undone with just his voice.
The grip on your thighs only tightened—he’ll leave marks and he’ll kiss them every day after. His thrusts quickened—moans got stuck in the back of your throat, the sounds of his pelvis snapping against yours - wet and sinful - it was too much. Your hands gripped his biceps, moving forwards, wrapping your hands around him and digging your nails into his skin, moving them down—
The memory of the previous night made him lick his lips slightly—you marked him so beautifully. At the corner of his eye, he was forced to turn his stare from his marks to the doorway, where you stood, leaning to the wall.
In his shirt—so fucking pretty. You had a bit of trouble walking this day and any type of clothing seemed to piss you off when you were that sore, so his shirt was like a haven, much to your and his pleasure.
And if he wasn’t a sight to see—that man was pure muscle and scars. Body trained to be a soldier and it was visible. His beauty put Michelangelo’s David into deep deep shame and you felt so smug to be the one to get lost in his soul and beauty alone.
“I’m sorry, love, was I too rough?” You mockingly asked the same phrase he always asked you after sex. The man chuckled, leaning slightly back on the counter of the sink, eyeing you up and down.
His marks were nothing compared with what he left on you.
“Got the tongue right there for someone who couldn’t stand up this morning.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and moved to stand in front of him. His calm gaze looked at you, his hands already on your body, pulling you even closer.
Your eyes moved to the fresh marks on his biceps and a few hickeys and bite marks along his collarbone. He really let you mark him however you wished while he fucked you into oblivion.
Gently touching the hickey you left at the nape of his neck, you noticed the way his skin gently shivered, making you smile a bit. You took the chance and gently, with a feather-like touch you moved down his chest, down to his toned stomach and even lower—
Sucking in a breath, he mumbled: “Wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Innocently you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He could see right through you, but he couldn’t resist you. “M’just admiring you.”
Hooking your fingers at the edge his sweats, you pulled him closer into a kiss—lazy and slow. He responded eagerly, pulling you closer, but moving slightly with you out of the bathroom. His tongue swirled around your lips, humming into the kiss:
“I’ll be gentle—promise,” he mumbled into your mouth, his lips already moving down to your chin, leaving wet kisses.
“I’ll worship you,” he whispered, kissing the hickey on your neck from the last night as if he tried to reason with you to go down on you. As if you could say no—you wanted him so much even if your whole body couldn’t handle anymore.
Wrapping your hands around him, you let out a breathy moan, feeling the muscles flex underneath your touch. “Keep up to your word now, will you?”
The grin on his face—so fucking wicked and sinful made you feel as if you were with the devil himself. But as if you should care—not when his words made you melt into a puddle.
