How would each CoD character react to you touching their cheek for the first time? (In a caressing way)
A/N: Oh my god, this is actually the cutest and I couldn't think of a better way to start off this blog, thank you for this, love! I hope you enjoy! ~ Hannah
ALEX KELLER
Oh, this man is absolutely melting the second your hand cups the side of his face.
The goofiest damn grin on his face, corners of his eyes crinkling, soft laugh rumbling in his chest.
"How ya doing, sweetheart? Hanging in there?" Man is always concerned with you and your well-being.
Absolutely is the type of person to just completely nuzzle into your touch, soft sigh of content leaving his lips.
You aren't getting your hand back any time soon. Try and pull away, and he will absolutely pull the kicked puppy look. You can't bring yourself to pull away anyway.
ALEJANDRO VARGAS
"Oh, is there something you need, mi vida?" This motherfucker and his sweet, smooth voice. Love him.
He will gently draw you in close with a hand on your waist, that signature cheeky grin on his lips. He'll gently take your hand in his and just press sweet kisses to your fingertips.
This will lead to him pulling you aside for a moment, peppering you in sweet kisses and showering you in the most endearing compliments in Spanish.
Expect to be walking away with a spring in your step and a flushed face.
GARY "ROACH" SANDERSON
At first, he will look wildly confused, his brows furrowing slightly and his head cocking to the side.
"What's up, hun? Everything okay?" He signs the term of endearment with so much passion every time, it is absolutely the sweetest and most heartwarming thing. Any term of endearment he uses is always signed with more passion than anything else.
Once you let him know you just wanted to love on him, this cheeky little shit is flirting with you like crazy.
"Oh, just wanted to love on me, huh? Well, there's more ways you could-" He cuts his signing off with his own laughter when you playfully shove his face away, and he follows after you, making obnoxious kissy noises.
He makes it up to you, though, with the most affectionate kisses. He's goofy and that reflects in how he shows you his love.
(Can you tell I love Roach? I love him very much.)
JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH
Johnny will take your other hand, place it on his other cheek, and will gently press your hands against his cheeks to squish his face.
He hums happily, reveling in your touch as his eyes shut and his lips curl into a smile.
"Always know what I need before I even do, mo chridhe." This man is so, so whipped for you. Looks at you with so much love and affection that you might as well melt before him.
Do expect this to end up with you wrapped up in his arms, snuggled close, the Scotsman whispering some of the stupidest jokes known to man to you in an effort to get you to laugh.
JOHN PRICE
I have like a very specific image in mind for this one!
He tends to work himself to the bone, getting lost and caught up in his work, and its very, very hard to get him out of it. It's one of those nights where you find him hunched over his desk, nose buried in his work.
You walk up behind him, gently resting your hand on his cheek and he pauses, tilting his head back to look up at you.
Despite the exhaustion, his expression softens, the tender smile on his face highlighting the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
"It's late, isn't it...? Mmm... Alright, dearest, I'll head to bed."
He gently grasps your wrist and tilts his head to press a fleeting kiss to your palm, and then to the pulse point on your wrist. It takes a bit more convincing before he's off to bed.
(I'm a bit biased, I'm a major John Price simp if you couldn't tell.)
KEEGAN RUSS
Look, I firmly believe our resident masked men are softies, but they're all different in terms of their softness.
This man is a softie with you, but good god, is he suave and flirty.
"Mmm, what's up, kid...? Just looking for an excuse to see my face, hm? All you had to do was ask." It should be illegal how much this man's voice sounds like a silky purr.
Soft kisses to your fingers, knuckles, and the back of your palm. Fleeting kisses that barely meet, brushing against your skin and leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.
"Always so sweet for me, kid."
KÖNIG
(Apparently this man is a colonel? And from what I've seen, if he joined at 18, and if we take the average amount of time it takes to get to that rank... This man is likely in his early 40s. Dilf König? Dilf König.)
Masked man number two! Softie, but different from Keegan. This man is the shy sort of soft.
I imagine this would happen after he shows you his face for the first time. He grew up bullied for his appearance, among other things, and its made him rather insecure about his looks.
When you gently cup the side of his face after studying him for a moment, he heaves a shuddering sigh and averts his gaze shyly. But, the second you tell him how handsome he is, his face goes pink and he flushes shyly.
"Ah, meine Sonne und Sterne... You're going to make me melt." He then proceeds to kiss you softly on the forehead and tells you how much he loves you.
KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK
A pleasant flush works its way onto his cheeks and he gives you that beautiful smile full of sunshine.
"Missed you, lovely. You been taking good care of yourself?" Sweet, heartless man that he is, worrying about you even though he looks exhausted after his most recent mission.
Gently draws you into him and just hugs you tight, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and sighing happily. The second your cologne or perfume washes over him, all tension leaves him completely.
"Missed this. Missed you." Whispered words against your skin. He gently sways in place with you as you two embrace, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. Fully cherishes the moment.
"How's about some takeout and we finally watch that show you've been talking about? The House of the Dragon, right? Hopefully its better than the last few seasons of Game of Thrones." You have a stellar date in as you binge the entirety of The House of the Dragon and make up for lost cuddling time.
(Gaz does NOT get enough love and it's criminal. Perfect boyfriend/husband material right here. I adore him. Also? Man is absolutely gorgeous? Best man.)
NIKOLAI
(Russian dilf? Yes please! Underrated man right here.)
Late nights in bed, curled up with him are always the sweetest. Soft whispered nothings as you both lay together, skin on skin, fully content in a post sex haze.
He shoots you a lazy grin as you cup his face, his hand gently rubbing up and down the expanse of your back. "What's on your mind, мое солнышко? Laying there looking so stunning..."
Soft, playful kisses are placed along your jaw, a cheeky smirk on his lips when you begin to protest, laughter in your voice.
"One more round wouldn't hurt... We can sleep in tomorrow morning, Золотце." You know damn well you're going to be exhausted in the morning as he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin.
RODOLFO "RUDY" PARRA
(Rudy, my darling, my beloved, my SWEET! This man is also criminally underrated even though he's PERFECT husband material. SHAME!)
He happily returns the favor as you rest your hand against his cheek, his hand cupping your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours.
"Long day, cariño? Mmm, I understand... I'll draw us a bath and we can relax." He takes your hand, pressing sweet kisses to your knuckles before he draws a bath for the both of you.
You both spend most of the evening in the tub, you resting against his back as he holds you close, featherlight kisses pressed to your skin as you both talk about your day.
The both of you take such good care of each other, and there's never less than 100% put into your relationship on both sides.
SIMON "GHOST" RILEY
Masked softie number 3: Tender and longing edition.
His night terrors don't often wake you; he's usually fairly good at hiding them. The first time he does wake you is during a particularly violent one that has him thrashing and crying out in his sleep.
He wakes not long after you do, sweating and panting, his voice hoarse from how much he had been crying out. Once you're sure he's fully conscious, you gently rest your hand against his cheek and guide him through a grounding routine: 5 things he sees, 4 people he knows, 3 foods he likes, 2 things he hates, and one thing he loves.
As he talks, you become his sole focus as the night terror fades into the back of his mind, the grounding method working wonders.
And when it comes to the one thing he loves, he shuts his eyes and presses further into your touch, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. One hand gently clutches your wrist while the other rests against yours, holding your hand against his cheek. He doesn't need to say it. You know.
You always, always know. And with a kiss to his forehead and your thumb stroking against his cheek, you let him know. I love you too.
[I'M SORRY IF ANY OF THE TRANSLATIONS ARE INCORRECT, I TRIED MY BEST TO GET THE PROPER ONES!]
hello hello, I'm back again with more nikolai! I hope yall enjoy the continuation of this story, since I wasn't really planning on it when I wrote the first part and honestly i'm not sure how to feel about it lol anyways ENJOY!!
pairing: nikolai x gn!reader
word count: 3.1k
no use of y/n, no description of reader
I've retroactively given reader the callsign 'kilo 0-9' bc just referring to them as sergeant all the time felt a bit weird lol.
summary: the culmination of your efforts from your last mission leave a lot to be desired, but you're prepared to do whatever it takes to get your objective done.
warnings: canon-typical violence, fluff, soft nik, english speakers attempt at russian,
ao3
[one] || [three]
the night is quiet, calm – a rare moment of peace in the chaos that appears to be your life. the night air is cool, a welcome contrast to how sweltering the day had been; no matter how much time you spend here, it seems you'll never truly get used to the urzikstanian sun. it's the early hours of the morning now, the sun would be rising soon which meant you'd be back to work in a few short hours.
as you gaze up into the starry abyss, your mind in the clouds, you fail to notice the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. a presence in the corner of your eye startles you back to reality, snapping your head to face them as your heartbeat picks up.
with a small sigh of relief, you realise it's nikolai, sitting down beside you and mirroring the way you're leaning back against the low wall behind you. he regards you with an easy smile, and now your heart is racing for an entirely different reason.
"i didn't mean to scare you, милая." he chuckles, stretching one leg out and resting his elbow on his knee. there's so little space between you, you can feel the warmth radiating from him, and it takes a great deal of restraint to stop yourself from shuffling any closer.
"it's alright, i was just spacing out." you smile back, feeling the tension leaving your body at the sound of his voice. it's almost unnerving how quickly he's managed to worm his way into your heart, but it's been so long since you've felt such a connection with another person that you can't bring yourself to be bothered by it.
"why are you out here so late? other than to admire the view, of course," he says, gesturing to the sky above you. a moment passes as you watch the stars, appreciating the calmness of the night.
truthfully, this mission had you at your wits end, you could practically feel the grey hairs sprouting from your head with the amount of stress this was causing you. but it was almost over – you just had to push through the home stretch, and then you could finally rest.
"i just couldn't sleep." you murmur. looking back over to nik, you're surprised to find him already looking at you, an incredibly soft look on his face. "what brings you out here?"
"admiring the view." he says, holding your gaze. in an instant your face is on fire, the cold of the night long forgotten.
"stop it…" you mumble with a smile pulling at your lips. you place your hands on your burning cheeks, turning your head to look at the ground in front of you as you attempt to calm your heart.
there's another moment of silence between you, a comfortable break in the conversation where you simply bask in each others presence. it had been a long time since you'd felt like this with someone; with most people, you feel the need to fill the silence, to keep talking or they'll get bored of you, but not with nik.
"something on your mind, милая?" he nudges your foot with his own, bringing you out of your thoughts.
"it's nothing, just had a long week is all…"
"дорогая," he tuts, grasping your hand that rests in your lap to bring your attention back to him. you meet his eyes again as he continues, "you're not fooling me."
a weak sigh escapes you, "everything's just… a lot, right now." you admit, you gaze dropping to where your fingers are interlocked.
"i understand," he lets go of your hand, bringing his arm up around your shoulders and pulling you closer to lean against him. "i will always be willing to listen, if you need to talk."
"thanks, nik," you give him a warm smile, and lean your head against his chest. "i appreciate it."
"of course, милая."
✹✹✹
"if this deal goes through, there's no telling what kind of damage they'll do, how many innocent people will be hurt." farah has a serious glint in her eyes as she speaks, her hands planted firmly on the table where she stands at the head of it. you nod your agreement, sliding the map you'd drawn out closer to her.
"according my intel, our target – kattan – will be meeting with a potential buyer here tonight." you scan the various documents laid out in front of you, brows furrowed. photos, e-mails, files, logistics, all of which you'd collected on the op you'd gotten back from only yesterday, all amounting to the meeting happening tonight. it had taken a lot to get this intel, but despite how much you'd gathered it still felt like you were in the dark and it frustrated you endlessly.
as your gaze travels between the three others, you find yourself lingering on nikolai standing opposite you. the conversation dims to background noise in your mind as you study him, aviators perched on his nose, his black hair pushed back out of his face, his–
"so what's the plan, 0-9? roll in and take 'em out, quick and quiet?" alex asks, crossing his arms over his chest. you blink, feeling your heartbeat increase as you break your gaze away from nik. alex raises his brow, subtly, and you know he'd caught you staring.
"no, these guys are cautious, we have to secure the shipment first, or they might bolt." you reply, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "i have an idea, but you're not going to like it."
all eyes turn to you, and suddenly you're sure this is a bad idea, but you refuse to back down; this is too important.
"tell us," farah urges you, her eyes shining with something hopeful. you swallow thickly in the pause before you continue.
"the buyer is anonymous. kattan only knows their name, not what they look like, or their voice," your eyes dart between farah, alex, and nik, keeping your voice steady as you gauge their reactions.
"you're not..." alex doesn't finish the suggestion, already giving you a firmly disapproving stare.
"i'm going undercover as the buyer. it's the only way." it's a statement, you leave them no room to argue with your decision; but, as expected, the others aren't pleased with the idea.
"no, absolutely not–"
"like hell you are–"
"ерунда–"
the room devolves into shouting and various protests, but you only shake your head at their arguments. no words from them could change your mind, despite your own reservations about how dangerous this could be.
"sergeant, with all due respect, i cannot allow you to go through with this." farah stands up straight, meeting your eyes with a defiant look not dissimilar to your own.
"this is too dangerous, милая, there must be another way." nik's expression is partially hidden by his sunglasses, but the sharp downturn of his lips told you he wasn't going to let this go either.
"what else can we do? we have no idea where the shipment is, and we don't have time to find it ourselves." you respond, an exasperated tone in your voice as you gesture to the intel laid out on the table. "with all due respect, commander, this is our best option, whether you like it or not."
"we know nothing about these people, how they operate – this mission is not worth your life." farah crosses her arms over her chest.
"and what about the lives that'll be lost if i don't do this?" you argue, throwing your hands out to emphasise your words and the deep frown on your features, "we don't need to know everything, we just need to know enough. and everything we've got here? that's more than enough. i can do this, commander."
farah curses under her breath, turning away from you with a conflicted look on her face. the tension in the room is palpable as you await her decision, the silence between you nearly suffocating.
after a minute of contemplation, farah finally turns back toward you. "are you certain about this, nines?" she asks, fixing you with an intense stare.
"positive." you reply, a similar determined look on your own features. she nods, and looks across the files covering the table.
"then like you said, it's our best option." she picks up your map, "alex, you will go with them. park close by, stay in the car and provide backup if needed."
"commander, i insist that you let me go with them." nikolai speaks up, stepping around the table to be next to farah.
"no, captain. we need you here," she spares him a glance and shakes her head, handing the map to alex. his frown deepens, and despite having no intentions of backing out, you can't help but feel a little bad.
"but–" he begins to argue, but farah simply shakes her head again as she brushes past him on her way out of the room.
"don't worry nik, i know what i'm doing, and so does nines." alex follows behind the commander, giving nikolai a reassuring smile and a pat on the back as he passes by.
he doesn't look convinced, however, clenching his fists at his sides with the same conflicted expression still lingering on his face as he watches them go. with a light sigh, you come around to stand in front of him, reaching out and placing your hand on his upper arm. he looks back to you, removing his sunglasses and hooking them on his collar.
"we'll be fine." you let your hand trail down, closing around his fist and giving him a gentle squeeze. nik's expression softens, his hand unfurling and gripping your own.
"between you and me, it's not alex i'm worried about," the lopsided smile he gives you is sweet, but you can still sense the apprehension behind it.
"you don't think i can do this?" your question is intended to be teasing, but the way he reacts says that it went over his head. his eyes widen, and he gapes for a second before he responds.
"нет, of course i do," he takes your other hand in his, bringing them up to his face and pressing his lips softly to your knuckles, "i cannot help but worry for you, моя дорогая."
the familiar feeling of your heart skipping a beat disrupts your train of thought, your mind focusing solely on the feeling of him on your hands.
"i'm– you're– i'll be fine, nik." you stutter, cheeks burning as you refocus yourself. you were convincing yourself almost as much as him; even though it was your own idea, and you were more than used to being in deadly situations, you were still on edge.
"i have no doubt, милая." he smiles, genuinely this time, and your chest blossoms with warmth at the sight. "come back to me, alright?"
you allow nik to bring you into a hug, his arms curling around your waist as yours do the same. with your face hidden against his broad chest, you're glad he can't see the anxiety written into your expression.
"i will." you whisper, feeling his arms tighten around you. it's an empty promise; this mission is volatile, and you know there's never a guarantee that you'll make it back, but perhaps having something – someone – to come home to will give you the strength you need to get through this.
✹✹✹
the drive there is uncomfortably silent. the fifteen minutes it takes to arrive at the location feel more like hours, neither you or alex saying a single word as he drives through the deserted streets. if you were on edge before, now you were hanging by a thread. you leg bounces with pent up anxiety, an attempt to try and calm yourself down as you gaze out the window into the darkness of the night.
at last, alex pulls slowly into an alley a block or so from the meeting point, and looks over to you as he cuts the engine.
"you remember the plan?" he asks, brows raised and eyes serious. you shoot him a look as you adjust your earpiece.
"keller, we've been over this." you huff; and you have, more times than you could keep track of – you could probably say them in your sleep by now.
"just–" he stops himself, the tension of the situation clearly getting to him as much as it was you, "humour me."
"i get them talking, convince them to show me the guns, then you come swooping in and we take them down together. happy now?"
"i am," a small smile tugs at his lips, "be careful, nines."
"relax, i got this." you smile back before looking back out at the street in front of you. only a moment passes before you see a figure passing by, slow and on high alert. "that's our buyer."
although you didn't know what he looked like, there was no mistaking his nervous, almost paranoid, demeanour along with the hood low over his face. you and Alex share a look as you quietly exit the car and make your way towards him. having noticed the two of you, he was frozen in place, his eyes wide and face covered in tattoos that indicated some sort of gang affiliation.
before he gains the sense to run, you lurch forward and grab his arm, twisting it behind his back as alex covers his nose and mouth with a rag doused in chloroform. after a moment of struggling, his head slumps forward and his body falls limp in your hold. you and alex grab him by his arms, dragging his dead weight over to the car and piling him into the back seat.
with a nod of affirmation to alex as he secures zip-ties around the man's wrists, you cover your face with a black surgical mask and begin you walk to the meeting point. you lift the hood of your sweatshirt and shove your hands into your pockets as you shuffle along the road.
you round the corner, head on a swivel looking for any sign of danger just like you'd seen the real buyer do minutes before. all you can do is pray that your target doesn't see through the act. through the darkness, your eyes lock onto two people hovering next to a dark van, and there is no doubt in your mind that they're who you're here to meet.
it's only when your a few feet away from them that you can finally make out their faces – you recognise kattan, standing slightly ahead of his comrade, but what you don't expect is the spark of recognition when your eyes land on the second man. a chill runs down your spine as his face comes into view.
baranov; the head of a smuggling ring, and someone you're acutely aware is supposed to be dead.
you hiss a curse under your breath. he won't recognise you, will he? you're certain you've never shown your face to him, but people like him always have their ways, don't they? you stop a little further from them than necessary, just to be on the safe side.
“you’re late.” kattan growls, his eyes dark as he assesses you.
you click your tongue, “would you prefer i be followed?” you keep your voice low, gaze darting between the two of them and your surroundings. baranov stays silent, regarding you with a look so sharp it could kill. the uncertainty of whether or not he recognises you makes your ‘paranoid buyer’ act feel all too real.
“you have the money?” kattan asks. he takes a small step toward you.
“not so fast,” you hiss, taking a step back to keep the distance between you, “i need to see the product first.”
baranov and kattan share a look, communicating something without words, before turning back to you with their icy glares. after an incredibly tense pause, kattan backs up towards their van, his eyes never once leaving your form. he grabs the handle of the side door and slides it open, gesturing to the inside with his other arm.
“get in.” his tone is blunt, irritated. it takes you a moment to understand what he means, but you feel your mouth run dry when you realise.
“what?” you utter, your voice noticeably weaker than before. despite your best efforts to conceal your fear, it feels as though they see right through you.
“nines? what’s going on?” alex questions, his concern evident. you don't answer him, uncomfortably aware of the two sets of eyes burning holes through your head.
kattan gives a sharp sigh. “the guns are with our guys. you want to see the product? get in.”
“i’m not going anywhere with you.” you seethe, furrowing your brow in a glare to match his own.
“...0-9?”
he clicks his tongue, sharing another look with baranov before turning back to you. “then, you’re not serious.”
“no, i am.” you take a step forward, holding your arm out when he begins to slide the van door shut. “...fine, i’ll go – but if you try anything, i’ll make you regret it.”
“no, no– hey! you don’t go anywhere with them, okay? screw the mission, get back here, now!” alex is frantic now, trying to get through to you, but all you can think about is baranov; how he should be dead, and now you know he's not, you need to make sure he is by the end of the night. “farah will understand, this isn’t a failure. just call it off, nines.”
"then stop wasting my time." kattan spits, climbing into the back of the van as baranov watches you with that same ice cold glare.
"i have to do this, alex." you whisper, careful to make sure the other two don't hear.
"no! do not get in that van, nines, if you go with them, i can't follow, it's too risky!" this might be the most panicked you've ever seen – or rather heard – alex, but you already knew what you needed to do. you'd known since you first learned about this meeting those days ago.
with a steadying, almost inaudible sigh, you climb into the van after kattan. the cold dread that settles in your stomach as the door slides shut threatens to crack your stoic exterior, but for the sake of the mission you hold yourself together.
alex is still talking in your ear, but his words fade into static as baranov drives the van further away from where he's stationed. this place was a ghost town at night, not a single other person on the streets until the sun lights the sky; meaning any attempt to follow by alex would be incredibly risky. you just had to hope that the others would be able to track you, and you hadn't just doomed yourself by going with kattan.
Summary: Two can play the game.
Timeline-wise around Part III, before the hostage incident.
Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue
WARNING: Explicit. Smut warning. swearing.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
Everything changed after the first kiss.
He becomes more bold with his touch, deliberately brushing against your body every time you pass by each other, Always sitting beside you whenever he gets the chance, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.
Ruffling your hair before slipping his hand ever so lightly down your neck, caressing the nape of your neck before giving you a wink, making you burn up like a furnace.
Leaving his shirt unbuttoned on a hot day, as he takes a big swig of water, deliberately letting it spill over, your eyes follow the droplets gliding down his chin, along his neck and finally wetting his gold necklace and chest, dusted with dark fine hair. You can just see the corner of his mouth curling so slightly as he caught you gawking at his beautiful form.
Two can play this game, you decided.
Lying your head on his thigh while he is busy going through the flight plan, he would peek down at you through the gaps, eyebrow arching. With a sultry smile, You run your hand sensually down the length of your body, lingering a bit between your thighs. You can see his eyes darkening as you stick two of your fingers in your mouth, licking and biting on it.
Or groaning loudly after you pick up a box of supply, in the most obscene way possible, so much so the team will turn around and look at you, totally confused. Stealing a glance at him, you can see him clenching his jaw, trying to control his urge.
“You are playing a very dangerous game here, lastochka.” He warned you once he pulled you into the shadow of the building, while everyone else was away in the mess hall, busily celebrating the success of the latest mission.
“You started it.” You flash him the most innocent smile on your face as your finger slips through the opening of his shirt, playing with the chain of his gold necklace and dog tag. He growled as he grabbed your face, slightly rough, and crashed his mouth into yours.
LIttle moments like these are rare to come by, and the two of you always make the most of it. The sexual tension between you two is starting to get unbearable.
Caught up in the moment you started to grind against him as he nudged your lips open with his tongue, deepening the kiss. You can hear his guttural moan before grabbing your waist with one of his hands to stop you.
“Not here my little bird… not here.” You whined as you tried to chase his mouth for more kisses as he reluctantly pulled away from you. He closes his eyes as he leans his forehead against yours, gently brushing your cheek with his knuckles, taking deep breaths in. “I want our first time to be in a nice soft bed, not in the middle of a battlefield. Because,” planting a soft kiss on your lip, full of love,” my beautiful Goddess deserves nothing but the best. I will worship every bit of your body, with all my soul.”
Price must have caught on what is going on between you two. But he never said anything. He would look at you, and to his friend with a frown before narrowing his eyes at Nikolai,Don’t mess this up, his eyes warned.
Finally during a bit of break between long missions, two of you snuck away, separately to avoid anyone’s suspicion. Away from all the chaos, prying eyes, a little safe house in the middle of countryside he knew people hardly used to spend quality time with each other.
You woke up in the middle of night, as you felt his lip peppering you with kisses.
“… Nik?”
“Mmm.”
“ You are here.” Propping yourself up,smiled lazily as you returned his kisses.
“Where else would I be?” He smirked.
With the dim night light, you can see he has already taken his shirt off, discarded carelessly on the floor.
“Someone’s eager.” You teased as he kneeled on the bed, legs on each side of yours, hovering over you.
“Well, you are the one to talk.” His darkened eyes roam hungrily at your already naked body, full of lust and desire. When he came into the bedroom, seeing your beautiful body, draped only in the thin bed sheet, his already hardened cock twitched. He has been a very patient man, waiting for you, and now, tonight, he can finally have you.
You licked your lip as you watched him slowly pull his belt off, you can see his full arousal even before he removes his trousers. You gasped loudly as he finally shredded all of his clothes.
“I did say I will make your jaw drop.” Oh him and his cocky attitude,he laughed at your reaction as your eyes widened and gaping as his hardened cock, dripping with precum, you are sure he is bigger than any of the lovers you had before him. Your core burns with desire as your mind starts to imagine how deliciously filled and stretched you will be once he is within you.
Pouting slightly as you extend your hand out for him, inviting him into your space, he gently kisses your wrist, working his way up your arm, while keeping his eye contact with yours.
You gasped as he reached your neck, biting and sucking, leaving his marks behind.
“Making sure everyone will know you belong to me later on.” He muttered as he buried his head into the crook of your neck and grasped one of your breasts, gently massaging it.
You feel like you're going to burst into flame with anticipation, as he leaves trails of kisses down your body, towards the valley between your thighs.
Nudging your legs apart slowly, he ran his callous finger up and down the wet folds of your sex,
“So wet for me already?” he chuckled as he inserted a finger pumping it slowly, eliciting a moan from you. “Got to get you nicely prepared, my милая, look how tight you are.” You bucked your hip as he inserted another finger in, carefully twisting it. “I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my cock. Have you screaming out loud my name.” He leaned forward, tongue swirling around your clit. You grabbed onto his hair, pushing him closer, wanting more.
You were sobbing and withering away in ecstasy as he speeding up the pumping of his finger, curling up ever so slightly to hit the soft spot that makes you shudder, and finally grasping tightly to the sheet as he making you cum hard by sucking and humming against your clit.
Giving you no chance of recovery,he pushes and move himself back up towards you, leaning down to give you a deep kiss as he lined himself up against your soaking wet opening, sliding with ease in with one thrust. You hissed ,still overly sensitive from the blessed high you have only experienced minute ago, you clinch down hard on his large cock, eliciting a loud groan from him.
Holding you close while both of you take a moment to adjust to each other, he caresses your hair while whispering words of encouragement into your ear. You close your eyes,nuzzling your face into his neck, running your hand up and down his back as you enjoy the feeling of him fully seated inside you, stretching like you have never experienced before.
Starting slowly, he moves his hip, sliding the whole length of his cock out before slamming back into you, again and again. With each thrust, you moan and cry out to him, begging him to go faster.
“Patience my lastochka,” opening your eyes, you can see him grinning,”let me enjoy you, and making sure,” adjusting himself, changing the angle slightly to push himself deeper into you, “that your body will be craving for me,” and another harsh thrust, “and ONLY for me from now on.”
Hitting your sweet spot as he speeds up, you can feel the distinctive coil deep down, you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He must have sensed it too, he stopped his thrust, and you looked at him with confusion, and a squeal as he pulled you up into seating position. OH.
“I did promise you to go for a good ride didn’t I?” He purred into your ear, as grabbed onto your waist, lightly thrusting up. You nodded your head, slightly shy all of sudden from remembering your dream. Grabbing onto his shoulders, you adjust your legs slightly, to straddle him better. Lifting yourself off before sinking back down into his cock, you rolled your head back,enjoying him from this new position, with him trailing kisses down your neck.
“That’s it my beautiful Goddess, come for me.” Your mind went blank, eyes rolling back as he started sucking your nipple, digging your nail into his shoulder, the other grabbing his gold chain, screaming out as you came harder than before. During the haziness of riding out your orgasm, you can feel his thrust getting more sloppy before letting out a loud groan, his own orgasm hitting him, coating your wall with his hot cum.
The room was silent apart from the sound of both of you panting away, trying to steady the breath.
Your eyes started to flutter close, totally drained out from the love making session. You wrap your arms around Nikolai’s neck, snuggling into him, dozing off.
“Come on little bird. Need to clean you up.” Shaking your head, too tired to move. He reluctantly pulls out from you, gently laying you back down into bed, before heading towards the bathroom. You shiver slightly, missing his warm body.
He returned with a warm towel, cleaning you up with such tenderness, like you are his most treasured prize.
Climbing back into bed with you, covering both up with the blanket, and caging you into his embrace.
“Sleep well my lastochka.” He murmured into your ear, before sleep took over both of you.
“Mini! Did you hear what I said?” One of the fellow medic nudges you with their elbow. Blinking a few times before mumbling an apology, you turn your attention back to the group you are currently sitting with at the bar.
It’s one of the post-mission nights when a few people from the base gather at the bar near the barrack, enjoying a bit of down time.
“Looking at the boys again?” One of the soldiers teased you. You made a face before taking a sip of your beer, not answering the question directly.
“I don’t know how you aren’t together with one of them, I mean,” waving her hand towards where the task force 141 men are sitting, “look at them!!”, few of them mumbled in agreement.
Rolling your eyes, “Come on, they are like brothers to me. ONE of them is my REAL brother for fucks sake.” You scrunch your face.
“How about Captain Price?”
You Groaned. “Can you imagine falling in love with your DAD?!!!”
“Um, fair enough. OH,what about,” Pointing to Nikolai, who is currently in deep discussion of some sort with Price, “That Russian pilot, he has been pretty flirtatious with you, he’s not bad either.”
You turn your head slightly, Nikolai sees your group’s attention was all on him, he lifts his glass up,acknowledging the group and giving you a wink.
“See! I am pretty sure he is interested in you.”
Well he better be interested in me, you thought as you played with the chain of your dog tag. Because I already fucked and married that man.
The morning after your first night together, Nikolai woke up by himself, he wandered into the kitchen, his heart soared when he saw you, standing with his back to him, wearing nothing but his shirt, swinging your hip to the jazz music you are currently playing on your phone, cooking breakfast.
Sense of domesticity hits him. Like the task force 141 men, most of his life has been covered with violence and bloodshed. His life sways between the above-board and underworld, he has many allies as he has enemies. He never had chances for creating a family, or even remember when was the last time he had communications with his own family back in Russia.
He silently moved forward, hugging you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
“OH! Good morning love.” You lean your head into him, smiling. “I am sorry if I was a bit too loud, waking you up.”
“Be mine.”he murmured.
“Mmm?”
“Be mine, my little bird.”
“I am already yours, you bampot.” You elbowed him lightly, “Unless you didn’t remember any of what happened last night.” You blushed.
“… be mine forever.”
You froze. Blinking a few times, you weren’t quite sure if you had heard him right. Reaching out to turn the stove off, you turned around in his arm, lifting his face with one of your hands, the other brushing his messy morning hair away from his face so you can look into his beautiful brown eyes.
“… you really mean it?” You whispered, a hint of insecurity sipping through. He leans down to give you a soft kiss. “I don’t offer or promise anything I cannot commit to, lastochka.”
You never know what prompted you to say yes that day. But most of the time you trust your gut instinct, and that has saved you many times.
Steering the topic away successfully from yourself, the group of you spend the rest of the night gossiping about other soldier’s love life and remembering those who have unfortunately never returned from the battlefield.
One by one, people start to leave as it gets later and later into the night. Soap came up to you as the group was leaving, to check if you were going to leave with them as well.
You shook your head and lifted your new glass of whisky up, “Just ordered this. Plus I want to have some peace and quiet after all those gossipers begging me for your phone number.” You handed the three boys various pieces of paper, with numbers scribbled on them. “Here you go boys. Up to you what you want to do with them. My wingwoman duties are done.” You stick your tongue out at them. Giving them each with a big hug before shooing them back to the base, you let out a sigh as you finally get a bit of quietness for the first time that night.
“This seat taken?” You heard Nikolai’s husky voice as he slip up behind you.
“Depends?” You giggled. “Come on. Take a seat with me. Where is Captain?”
“He left right after the boys left.” Ordering a glass of vodka for himself, he sat down beside you.
Leaning into your husband’s shoulder, he slid his hand under the bar table, threading his fingers between yours as he grabbed your hand.
You haven’t seen each other for a few weeks. And soon you will be sent away again into another covert mission.
You couldn’t refuse this one. Laswell and Price promised you it wouldn’t take you away too long. Only downside will be you will be going dark, all by yourself, for the duration of the mission.
“…. I have accepted another mission, We will have to go dark for a while Nik, it won’t take too long. I’ll be back before you know it.” You smile up at him, stroking his hand. “I already told Captain I will take a bit of time off, no more missions for a while, we can finally go on the honeymoon we have planned for God knows how long.”
He frowned. He doesn’t like you going on covert missions, you are not a trained soldier like the others, nor were you trained for undercover or covert missions. But he knows if Price or Laswell had to ask you, they had no other candidates or they were desperate for help.
“Make sure you pull out if anything goes wrong, don’t be a hero, alright?” He kisses you, expressing his worries.
“You know me, very good at running away.” He side eyed you as you try to reassure him., “I will be alright Love. I promise you.”
Neither of you knew a few weeks after, you would disappear, sparking a huge rescue mission and return as a broken woman.
You can see I seriously gave up on the smut scene at the end lol. I really suck at it. I admire those who can write a great smut scene that flows.
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You were sat outside with the flowers, it had been a long day and you had lost a lot of patients.
You knew you did your best but guilt still seeped its way into your heart, the plaguing thought of 'What if I could have done more?' eating away at your brain.
You remembered something Nikolai had taught you to do, it didn't fix things but it did help somewhat.
You went and retrieved some paper and a pen before returning to your spot on the flower filled hill, you wrote down all your negative thoughts onto the piece of paper.
Carefully you folded it into a little paper plane and casted it out into the breeze, watching it flutter away before taking a drastic nose dive. Your thoughts carried mostly along with it.
"Darn... I can never get them to fly quite far enough."
You uttered to yourself slightly disappointed as you had hoped it would travel further away, you were snapped out of your thought process at the sound of heavy boots behind you.
"душа моя."
Your head whipped around to look up at him, the term of endearment bringing a small smile to your face.
"Hey, Nik."
"I knew I'd find you out here after today."
You solemnly nodded as he took a seat beside you, he had brought some extra papers. A tired smile on his face as well.
It wasn't long before he had you laughing again, both of you folding and tossing the paper planes out into the world, setting it all free for the universe to claim instead.
He tried to show you a few pointers on how to make the paper planes go farther. Naturally you couldn't resist teasing him.
"Mmm... Perhaps you're better at this then you are at flying helicopters."
"Hey- if you recall I kept everyone from getting blown up."
Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V
WARNING: Back to it's crack-ish fic route, with slight mention of PTSD, swearing, Mature theme.
I apologise if any depictions of symptons and military procedures might be incorrect.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
“Papa, What’s that??”
“That is a C-27J Spartan.”
“And and and that one??”
“That my dear, is a Mi-24 Hind.”
“Papa knows how to fly all of these??”
“Of course my принцесса. If it flies, Papa knows how to pilot them.”
Your daughter Anya, who is currently sitting on her father’s shoulder, looking down at him with her mouth wide open in awe.
“If your papa knows how to keep your Ma and uncle Gaz inside the aircraft, that would be wonderful.” You mumbled as you came up beside your husband and daughter.
“Oh my lastochka, you are still sour about it years later?”
“You nearly killed your wife that day.” you pouted, latching onto his arm.
“I fell in love with my wife that day.” he looked down at you, winking as he pulled his aviators down.
“Uncle uncle uncle poppaaaaaaa!!” Anya started wriggling around and waving as she spotted Ghost’s tall figure, followed by Gaz, Soap and Price. Lifting her off the shoulder with a bit of grunt, Nikolai sets Anya down. As soon as her little feet touched the ground, she ran straight to Ghost, latching onto his leg like a koala.
“I win. Pay up.” Ghost smirks under his mask. He picks Anya up as she giggles away while he tosses her up high before catching her.
Soap and Gaz grumbled as they fish out twenty pound notes each.
Gaz gave you a sheepish look, “ We were arguing who Anya’s favourite uncle is. So we thought this is the best way to settle.”
You glared at the boys. “By betting money?” Gaz and Soap pointed at each other, ““His idea””.
You rolled your eyes. “Well, going by that, all three of you are losing. She’s going through the Poppa Price phase at the moment. She insists on taking her Poppa Price doll with her everywhere she goes.” pointing at the little backpack Anya has on, you can just see crochet doll Price’s head just peeking out from the opening of the bag.
Gaz gifted you a whole set of dolls he crocheted when your daughter was born.
“.... Where did you get these made?” You gapped as you picked up the Soap doll, these are really well made, even down to the finest detail of the little scar on his chin.
“ I made them.” Gaz smiled proudly as he took other dolls out of the bag. Ghost with his mask on and the forehead frown, Price with his signature boonie hat and little cigar in his mouth, Soap with his mohawk, Gaz with his Union Jack cap, Nikolai and his aviator and headset, and there is you too, in a little combat gear. “You need to give me photos of your parents, so I can make them too.”
Who knows Gaz’s side hobby was knitting and crocheting? Now it make sense the scarf and jumper set he gifted you for your birthday years ago.
“This is an odd place for a family outing.” Price commented as he came up and gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek, and turned to shake Nikolai’s hand.
“What can I say, my daughter has inherited her father’s fondness for flying, she insisted us to bring her to the airshow when she saw it advertised on T.V.” you sighed as you looked at three boys playing with Anya. You were blessed to have your team family loving her as much as they have loved you.
Few soldiers in their uniform walked past your group, gasping in awe. Taskforce one-four-one has a famous reputation and was well known amongst the military. You can just make out some of them mumblings,
“...isn’t that …Captain Price’s team….”
“Lady Fortuna??”
“... THE famous Lady Fortuna? The one that brought the Russian mafia to their knees?”
What? How did the rumour about your failed mission become a skewed legend? You shivered a bit, not a memory you wanted to recall. You clutch onto your husband’s arm. Sensing your distress, Nikolai pulls you in with his other arm, comforting you silently.
“... and she famously shut the Taskforce one-four-one men up over the chocolate biscuits.”
Oh heaven. The famous chocolate biscuit incident. You groaned as you can feel your husband’s body shaking with suppressed laughter, while Price facepalms, shaking his head.
“I SPENT THREE DAYS BAKING THESE BISCUITS FOR THE WHOLE BARRACK, AND WHAT DID YOU BOYS DO??? ATE ALL OF IT?!!!!”
Gaz and Soap sat on the mess hall dining bench, head bowing down, not daring to look you in the eyes.
You finally came back to duty after over a year off to recover from your struggle with PTSD, and as appreciation and by popular demands by other soldiers, you baked a huge batch of your famous chocolate biscuit.
And an hour later after leaving them on the kitchen bench, you discovered there were only a few crumbs and less than a handful left in the tupperware containers.
You knew who the top two suspects were, and in no time you caught them in the other corner of the mess hall, eating away.
Ghost was watching the whole drama unfold, sipping on his tea. You turn and point your finger at him. “ YOU! I thought you would be the most sensible one, and don’t think you can get away with it! I can see the crumb on your lip!!” Simon quickly wiped his mouth and pulled down his mask, trying to deny any wrongdoing.You were in full lecture mode by the time Price swung by and looking for the biscuit, you dragged him by the shirt, not caring he is your superior, threw him onto the bench to sit with the other three men.
The four of them can see behind you as you yell at them without taking a breath, soldiers hearing there was biscuit but do a quick U-Turn when they see the hellfire that is on full flame.
You gained a second call sign after that, Lady of Hellfire.
“Ma!!!Papa!! Come come!! I wanna go see the planes!!” Anya’s tugging of your hand pulls you out from the memories of the past. Nikolai laughed as he picked his daughter up again and settled her into his arms.
“Alright! Now let’s go and look at that helicopter first… that’s the one Uncle Gaz and your Ma were rolling out from…and Oh that one over there.. That is a goodie too. I took your Ma on a date on that one…” You smiled as you looked at your teammate as they laughed at Nikolai’s conversation with our daughter.
Despite all the ups and downs. You were lucky to have Nikolai and your little Anya, and your brother and adoptive brother and uncle with you.
Makes all the challenges all worth it.
принцесса= Princess
Thank you to :
@homicidal-slvt,
@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature
@boughhs for sticking with me throughout the whole series. what started off as a joking idea for @homicidal-slvt, turned into a full fledge half crack half serious fic. It was a lot of fun writing it!!
I might have two more drabbles for these two coming in next few days. If I can get my brains going :)
MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of PTSD, torture violence, swearing, Mature theme.
I apologise if any depictions of symptons and military procedures might be incorrect.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
Your physical injury healed up in no time, but mental scars lingered.
Third night, he woke up, finding you not in bed, but wandering around outside the building aimlessly, totally drenched with the heavy rain pouring down.
First night back, he found you curled up in the corner of your room, sobbing away.
Second night, you woke up screaming, pleading the invisible enemy to stop the torture.
Night after night, Nikolai was there to soothe you, to reassure you. It breaks his heart to see how his little swallow has broken her wing, struggling to get back up.
At the end, they decided it was best for you to leave the team.
You panicked. You don’t want to be apart from your military family who has become such an integral part of your life.
“Staying here isn’t helping you with healing Mini.” Soap tries to reason with you.
“YOU GUYS ARE ABANDONING ME!” you screamed. “ You should have just left me there to die if this was the case!”
Soap took a step back. Hurt is clear on his face.
You stormed out of Price’s office, ignoring the calls and pleas from him and your teammates. Nikolai followed you back to the room. Calling out after you. Stopping just in front of the door, not daring to turn around to look at your husband,knowing you will start to break again if you face him. Clutching onto the dog tag and wedding band sitting underneath your shirt, you whispered a word of apology before shutting the door on him.
Deep down , you know very well in your state of mind, you need to step back. You know you needed help.
But the stubbornness inside of you refuses to acknowledge it. You were in a state of denial.
You closed yourself off in your room. Not even Nikolai’s begging and pleading could get you to open the door. You felt betrayed, Haven’t you done enough to prove yourself? What would you do after you leave? Going back to your parents? That will make you feel like an absolute failure. They weren’t happy when you told them the plan of following Soap into military life. They were hoping you would have stayed home and took over the family business. The headstrong impulsiveness of youth ignored their plea, with Laswell offered a chance to join the force, you grabbed the opportunity. You gritted your teeth and bare through all the challenges and ridicules from the non-believers, to reach what you have achieved today, seeing it all crumbling apart, you feel like everything you tried achieved up to this point is totally worthless.
At the end, it was Ghost that eventually got through to you.
“Let me go talk to her.”
He could hear you sobbing on the other side of the door. Knocking on the door few times, calling out to you, “Mini. It’s me. Come on.”
“Go away.”
Ghost looked at Nikolai, silently getting his permission, before using the spare key to open the door.
He slipped into the room through the slight gap of the door, before gently closing it. There you were,curling up in a ball on the floor, clearly exhausted from all the crying.
You felt a shadow and a body sat beside you. Opening your eyes, you were shocked Simon was sitting there, free of mask, looking down at you with a sad smile.
“Can I tell you my story?”
What seems like hours later, Ghost opens the door again, indicating to Nikolai that he can go in. Before Ghost left, Nikolai grasped his shoulder, muttering out his gratitude.
“I just want to help my precious sister get back onto her feet.” With that, he walked back towards the office area, where everyone awaited.
“Ненаглядная?”
You latched onto your husband as soon as you heard his voice, apologising again and again. Guilt is eating you up now, Nikolai has nothing but being patient and supportive, and yet you kept pushing him away.
“I don’t deserve you Nik.”
Holding you tight against him,while caressing your hair, “Nonsense.” Kissing you on the temple, “ You deserve everything in this world, my little bird.”
You started seeing the Military psychologist, agreeing at the end it would be the best if you step back from the front line until everything stabilises. You were relieved that you were given a lifeline, another chance.
“Going home?” Soap was surprised you actually brought it up yourself, he did initially think of sending you home back to your parents’ farm in Scotland for a while for you to get away from things that remind you of the terrible incident.
Nodding your head. “I think it would do me some good, the psychologist said so as well.” Stirring the cup of tea, “ They will refer me to a specialist I can see regularly for sessions while I am back up there. Besides, this might be a good time to tell mum and dad about Nikolai.” You sheepishly admitted.
Soap gave you side eyes, “ Yes, let’s talk about that.”he huffed, “I am not happy you kept us all in the dark for a long time.”
“Captain knew about it. Well, at least I THINK he knew about our relationship.”
“Nik really dropped the bombshell at a great time I tell you. “ Gaz barged into the conversation while reaching over your head to grab your famous chocolate biscuits from the table. Settling himself to sit on the other side of the table, munching on two biscuits at a time. “You two really kept us under the wraps for a long time.”
“You are just jealous.” “Am not.”
Pushing a piece of tissue underneath Gaz’s mouth for him to catch the crumps, “Well it was hard… he wouldn’t stop flirting with me while I try to keep a straight face about it.” Why are you talking about your love life in front of the boys? And when did Ghost appear and start listening in on the conversation? This man might be large, but he can really sneak around like a ninja.
“It’s hard not to get distracted when there’s a beautiful Goddess around you all the time.” You jumped slightly as you heard Nikolai’s voice appearing behind you. Groaning and covering your now burning face with embarrassment, you are pretty sure the chances of you dying from bursting your heart one day instead of being shot at by enemies if Nikolai compliments you with his flirtatious and flourishing words all the time. This man will really be the death of you literally one day.
“Take your lovey-dovey-ness somewhere else.” Soap grumbled.
“I am sure my Russian charm will win them over very quickly.” Nikolai laughed.You rolled your eyes, his optimism and ego never cease to amaze you.
“You are welcome to come back anytime when things settle Mini.” Price commented as he gave you a hug as you stood in front of the barrack, all packed and ready to leave. “I am sure Laswell and I can pull a few strings around when you are ready.”
“Thank you for everything Captain.I am sorry to cause such havoc.” You hugged back and apologised. Price had looked after you from the get go, treating you as an equal like any soldier, not caring about your background, also looking after you like his own. You really owe him a lot.
Turning towards his friend, Price shook his hand and gave him a good slap on the back, “Good luck on meeting the parents.”
Your parents certainly had the shock of their life when you came home, admitting to them about your ordeal, and introducing your new husband at the same time.
“I was hoping you would marry a good Scottish lad..” You heard your Da mumbled and your Ma kicked him on the shin. Nikolai took it all in a good stride.
Nikolai won your Ma’s heart quickly with his charisma and sweet words. Your Da was harder to convince. Until Nikolai brought out a few bottles of Scotch and Vodka.
“Where did you get these from????” Being the daughter of the owner of a distillery, you know a rare vintage when you see one.
“Soap and I found it last time we went… exploring.” Nikolai didn’t elaborate any further. You had a fair suspicion where it might be from, but you don’t want to know the details. The way your Da’s eyes glinted when he saw the bottles, your Ma reassures you as she pushes you out from the sitting room everything will be alright.
It was well past midnight when your husband crawled into bed with you.
“Mission successful?” You wiggle towards him, playing with his gold chain as he pulls you closer.
“He was harder to break through than Soap, but with a few drinks down, he was asking for a grandchild as soon as possible.”
“Oh hell. I knew this was going to happen. They had no success trying to hassle Johnny and now they are onto me…” you groaned.
You felt Nikolai’s chest vibrate as he chuckled. “You don’t want any?” his hand slides underneath your night shirt, running it up and down your back, sending shivers down your spine.
“Eventually?” Your priority now is trying to settle into new routines, get yourself better mentally, but having a family isn’t out of the question. You wouldn’t mind seeing a few little Nikolai running around, playing with their dad, uncles and aunty.
You are glad that your room is way on the other side of the estate. But you are not happy you had to walk, slightly limping the next day to the otherside of the house for breakfast.
“Why don’t we get some practice sessions now? Mmm?” he whispers into your ear as he starts grinding his now semi-hard manhood against you.
• summary – you and price meet up off base. you fuck lol.
• rating – 18+ [mdni]
• wordcount – 4.6k
• warnings – fem!reader, praise kink, breeding kink [i'm being so fr it's in bold], unprotected piv, oral [f!receiving], price is a whore for you <3, strong language
(let me know if i missed any warnings! ok hope you like <3)
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You had been off base for all of four hours.
It was supposed to be a weekend away from your colleagues and the cutthroat environment of a military job. You planned on enjoying a peaceful couple of days with the company of excessive amounts of alcohol, a spa, and that one situationship you had been dealing with for the past year.
So now, before your holiday even begun, you were already regretting even leaving.
You sat in a quaint little bar: complete with all the bells and whistles to make it seem like a 1920’s speakeasy. The light was dim, settling the room in a golden ambiance, as people conversed with each other, nursing crystal tumblers of dark liquor or caressing the thin neck of martini glasses.
You reclined into the plush leather sofa beneath you, a glass of— as the familiar bartender described it— your usual in your hand. You swirled it around your glass, watching the liquid slosh against the sides as your “situationship” rambled on about something (you had stopped paying attention five minutes ago).
“I mean, he drove to work in a Porsche and I drove a Jaguar,” Max downed the rest of his beer. “I think we both know who has the superior taste in cars, don’t we?”
“Mhm…” you hummed, taking a sip of your drink.
Max had never been the most interesting person— hell, he was actually really fucking annoying. His only redeeming quality was that you could fuck him and not feel guilty about leaving the next morning. Convenience, really.
Max peered at you over the rim of his pint glass, cocking his head to the side as he placed it back onto the table. “Something on you mind?” He asked, sounding genuinely worried.
You looked up at him, slightly startled. “Oh, no, sorry. It’s just been a long day—”
“Okay, great, now can I finish my story?”
You blinked at him as he continued, rambling on with no real punchline to his story— he was just trying to make himself seem richer. At this point, you were cringing. Embarrassing.
After a while of putting up with… whatever the hell Max was even talking about, you excused yourself. You popped to the bathroom, drawing out the process of washing your hands by a good five minutes, before reluctantly exiting the bathroom.
You collided with a wall.
Well, it wasn’t a wall. The wall was a man.
The body you crashed into immediately steadied you: two strong arms wrapping around your upper body, pressing you gently to a taut abdomen. You gasped out as the wall, smelling strongly of bergamot orange and whiskey, settled your firmly on your feet and held you within arms reach. Large hands gripped your shoulders, completely enveloping them.
You screwed your eyes shut, waiting for a drunken insult of some kind. “Shit, I am so sorry—!”
“Sergeant?”
You looked up, locking eyes with your captain. Captain John Price, the man responsable for leading your taskforce.
“Captain? I… I am so sorry.” You rambled, taking a step out of his reach and fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt. “I wasn’t looking where I was going—”
He laughed, deep and melodic. “S’all right, love. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
“No, sir.”
“Oh, none of that crap,” he smiled, nudging you softly. “John’s fine. Or Price, if you really prefer it.”
You nodded, hiding a small smile. “Alright, Price.”
Price looked you up and down, taking in your attire and the way you had dolled yourself up. He let a small smile fall onto his lips as he leaned back against the standing-table he was situated at, elbow across it.
“Who’s got you dressed all nice, love?”
You rolled your eyes. “I was meant to be on a date, but it isn’t going well at all.”
His smile faded. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing major,” you said with a shrug. “Just an old… friend. He loves to talk about himself, and he hasn’t asked about what I’ve been up to since I got here.”
“And how long ago was that?”
“Two hours.”
Price let out a low whistle, shaking his head slowly. “Sounds like a right arsehole, that one. Why don’t you just head on home?”
“I’d feel guilty—”
“You kill people for a living, sergeant,” Price quipped, grabbing his whiskey tumbler and raising it to his lips. “I doubt you’d feel guilty about leaving this tosser.”
You watched him take a sip of his drink, licking the liquor off his lips as he placed the tumbler back down. You sighed, realising that he was probably right, before squaring your shoulders and setting a determined look on your face. Price laughed at your expression.
“I’ll tell him I’m leaving.” You said.
Price chuckled, giving you a wink. “You go do that, love.”
You left Price and crossed the bar, to where Max was sitting on the couch, smiling at his phone. He was typing fast, and didn’t even look up when you cleared your throat to get his attention, now standing just a few feet from him.
“I’m leaving,” you said simply. “Thanks for… the company, I guess.”
Max looked up, shutting his phone off and shoving it into his pocket as he got to his feet. “Are we not gonna fuck?”
The words leaving his mouth sounded horrid, and you withheld a grimace at his desperate tone. You shook your head, “No, we’re not.”
He scoffed. “So this has been a complete waste of time, then?”
You stared at him, dumbfounded as he shoved past you and vanished out the door. He left you with the bill and, not only that, but he was your ride— and you heard the unmistakable sound of his Jaguar revving it’s engine and tearing off down the street.
You blinked, dumbfounded, at the door, trying not to let the stinging of embarrassed tears fall from behind your eyes. With a frustrated sigh, you were about to head to the bar and pay when Price stopped you, walking into your path.
“Come on, love. I’ll take you home.”
You shook your head adamantly. “Price, no, I’ve gotta pay—”
“I’ll put it on my tab,” he said simply. “Now, come on. I’ll take you home since that fuckwit wants to leave a lady stranded here.”
He ushered you gently out the door, a large, warm hand on your lower back. He didn’t let you protest: he just simply guided you out into the chilly night air. His body heat was warm against your back as he led you towards his car. His smell was intoxicating. You had the sudden urge to just whirl around and rub yourself all over him, collecting his scent like a cat.
Um, what the fuck— suddenly crossed your mind.
When you both reached his car, he opened the passenger door for you and allowed you to slide into the seat, before closing it and moving to the other side, clambering into the driver seat and slotting the key into the ignition, the car rumbling to life.
Once out onto the main road, he cast you a quick glance, both hands on the wheel, running his thumbs along the seam of the wheel’s curve. “We’re you staying?”
You gave him your address, and he raised a brow. “A penthouse suite, eh? We are clearly not being paid the same.”
You laughed, warm in his car. You smelt that same scent of bergamot citrus and whiskey floating through the car. It was tainted with cigar smoke and mint. You wanted to get the smell tattooed into your fucking brain.
The drive to your flat was comfortable. You talked with Price as though he was an old friend and not your boss. He seemed to enjoy your company, too: sparing subtly glances in your direction whenever you laughed, or whenever you got particularly excited when telling him a story. His eyes twinkled.
A few minutes later, Price had pulled up outside your building, killing the engine and hopping out of the car. You went to protest, but he moved and opened your door, beckoning you outside with a small wave of his hand.
“I’ll be walking you to your door, sergeant,” Price said, almost sternly. “I’m a man of my word. I said I’d take you home, so I will.”
Ignoring the heat in your cheeks, you allowed him to gently lead you across the foyer and into the lift. You hit your floor level and as the doors closed, you suddenly became aware of how close you and Price were to one another. You could feel his body heat. You could feel the gentle brush of his chest against your back every time he breathed.
Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol coursing through your veins, but you suddenly felt hot. Like, underwear getting wet kinda hot. In the corner of the lift, you shifted your legs, pressing your thighs together as the lift travelled upwards.
No way you’re horny right now, you thought as the lift doors opened.
You were quick to depart, hurrying down the hall and reaching your door in record speed, fumbling to get the keys out of your purse. You felt Price sidle up behind you. When you finally got the door open, you pushed it and stepped into the doorway, flicking the light on before turning and looking up at Price.
“Thank you so much for bringing me home,” you said sincerely. “And I am genuinely sorry if I ruined your night.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “You didn’t ruin my night. I’m always here if you need me, love.”
You bit your lip. The way he said that was way to hot for the way you were feeling right now. You could feel the flush creeping up your neck, and it seemed that Price took notice.
He cocked his head to the side, appraising you. “Are you alright, love?” He asked, reaching a hand out and placing it heavily on your arm. It was a solid form that was warm and strong and you had a sudden urge to just bite it.
What the fuck.
“Y-yeah, I’m okay.” You said. Liar.
Price raised a brow, looking at the way you squirmed under his gaze. Now, he wasn’t stupid by any means— he could read your body language like a book and it made a triumphant smile flicker across his face.
He shifted the hand on your arm and dragged it to your chin, gripping it carefully and lifting it, forcing you to look up at him.
“What do you want, love?”
You blinked at him.
He tutted. “Don’t get shy on me now, sergeant. Tell me what you want. What’s getting you all worked up, huh?” He stroked your jaw, your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You like the way I talk to you? You like when I call you love?”
You let out a quiet whimper, nodding. He smiled down at you, leaning in as though he was about to kiss you. But he stopped, mint and whiskey laced breath fanning across your face.
“Use your words when you speak to your captain.”
You swallowed. “Yes.”
“Yes…?”
“Yes, sir.”
He hummed, pleased. “That’s a good girl.” And then pressed his mouth to yours. It was possessive— his tongue breached past your lips, plunging desperately into your mouth as you tried to keep up. You wound your arms around his broad shoulders, sliding fingers into his hair and gripping the strands. He groaned into your mouth, pushing you further into your flat without breaking the kiss.
He slammed the door shut and locked it blindly, opting to move you around and slam your body up against it. He cupped your jaw with one hand, shifting his other to run down your side, brushing over your hip and settling on your upper thigh. He squeezed it as he slid one leg between yours, jutting his knee upwards and pressing it against your clothed core.
You let out a strangled whimper, choking on the possessive nature of the kiss as Price pressed your body against his knee, using the hand at your hip to help you move against it. You stuttered on a moan, breaking the kiss to take some short breaths, the pressure on your core alleviating the building sensations.
“This what you want?” Price grinned against your jawline, placing kisses there. “You want me to make you feel good, love?”
You nodded desperately, moaning out a pathetic “yes, sir,” before he was whirling you around and guiding you deeper into your flat. He eventually found your bedroom, and pushed you onto the bed. Your back hit the silken sheets, and he wasted no time in following you; pressing his body to yours and immediately reattaching his mouth to yours hungrily.
As the two of you kissed, he gently began to pry your clothes from your body. He slipped your shirt off, making quick work in popping off your bra. He moved down, planting kisses along your chest and across the swell of your breasts. He then drew his tongue, hot, over your right nipple before taking it into his mouth. You moaned loudly, huskily, gripping at his hair as he sucked. He moved to your left one, and repeated the process until you were a whimpering, needy mess beneath him.
After a moment, he leaned back and admired the hickeys he had created over your soft skin, running calloused fingers over them.
“This okay, love?”
You nodded, reaching up and looping your fingers around his belt. “Yes, sir.” You whined, finally managing to undo the buckle on his belt.
But he stopped you, gently pushing your hands above your head before he dipped down and kissed you again. The way he licked into your mouth made you squirm, fingers flexing beneath his strong grip. He released your arms, running his hands along the bare skin and all the way past your shoulders, over your breasts and along your sides.
His eyes never left yours as he popped the button on your pants, pulling them down your legs and throwing them across the room. When the cool air of your room hit, you realised just how wet you were— favourite pair of underwear, soaked through. Your face lit up in embarrassment as you felt Price’s eyes drift down your body.
“S’all for me?” Price uttered, finger skimming the edge of your underwear. He hooked his finger beneath it and let it go with a snap against the plush fat of your thigh.
You felt hot all over when you mumbled out a “yeah.”
“Yeah?” He pulled your underwear down your legs, dragging his hands heavily along your skin alongside it. Like your pants, he flicked your underwear across the room. Then, his hands were on your thighs and in the blink of an eye, you were flipped over.
Price lay on his back, arms wrapped around your thighs. You straddled his chest, hands resting on his pecs. Your fingers brushed through his chest hair as he looked up at you, an expectant look on his face. Your stomach flipped.
“Price…” You whined.
“Sit on my face, love.”
You hesitantly shook your head. “I don’t want to hurt—”
“Come on, darling,” Price drawled, tugging you forward. “You won’t hurt me.”
You let out a stuttered sigh as your thighs rested either side of his head, and you slowly sank your aching cunt down onto his face. You huffed out a load moan when he licked a stripe up your folds, before plunging his tongue right into your dripping heat. You snatched at his head, pulling his hair as your hips shifted against him— his nose nudging your clit, his tongue drawing animalistic sounds from your mouth.
“Price—!”
“That’s a good girl,” Price uttered against your core. “Ride my face, love. Take what you need.” He had an iron grip on your thighs, helping you rock yourself against his mouth. “Such a pretty, wet cunt. Tastes so fucking good.”
You moaned at his words. Your captain speaking to you like that with his face drowning in your cunt. What the fuck—
“P-Price…” You breathed. “Gonna… gonna come.”
He moaned against your cunt— the vibrations making that coil in your stomach tighten. He squeezed your thighs, running his tongue up your folds and swirling it around your clit, repeating this action a few times.
You felt yourself drawing tight, a thin sheen of sweat gathering across your bare skin. “Price—”
“I know, darling, I know,” he said. “Come for me. Come in my mouth like a good girl, yeah?”
“Yeah, fuck, Price—!” You came with a moan of his name, gushing into his mouth as your hips stuttered against his face. You felt him groan beneath you, tongue working you through your orgasm.
After a long moment, Price re-surfaced— shifting you carefully onto your back and hovering over you. You smiled hazily at him, seeing his beard slick with you, shiny. He hummed, pressing his mouth to yours.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you, sergeant?” He said into your mouth.
You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue. You hummed a response, too busy stroking his facial hair, feeling your own arousal sticky on your fingers.
When Price pulled back, his lips were flushed and his dark eyes glassy. His eyes scanned your face.
“Price?” Your thumb stroked his cheekbone.
“You gonna let me fuck you?” He grumbled, deep and low from his chest. “Gonna let me fill this pretty cunt?”
Your eyes widened momentarily as he shifted his gaze down your body. You arched off the bed when his hands went back to travelling down your sides. He sat back on his heels, spreading your legs as wide as they could go, warm hands on your inner thighs.
He stared at your dripping core, and you watched him harden even more in his pants.
“Such a pretty cunt, eh, darling?” Price ran two fingers along your folds, collecting a shiny mix of your arousal and his saliva. He brought his fingers to your mouth and shoved them roughly passed your lips. “Tastes fucking heavenly, too.”
You choked on his fingers, moaning. Wrapping your tongue around them, you noticed his pupils dilate even more as he watched you.
“Jesus…” He pulled his fingers out, then began tracing them along your core again. He watched his fingertips slip between your folds, and then watched the way you writhed in anticipation each time his fingers skimmed your aching hole.
“Fuck, just— Price, please—” You warbled, body hot. You could feel your arousal leaking out of you, pooling below your arse on the bedsheets.
Price laughed lowly, before sinking two fingers into your desperate cunt, right up to the knuckle. You keened, a high-pitched moan filtering between your lips at the intrusion. His digits were thick, dragging against your gummy walls, stretching you open with obscene squelching noises.
He cooed at you as he added a third finger. “Take it, darling. Such a good girl taking all three, aren’t you? This pretty cunt’s so good for me. Just for me.”
You moaned and wiggled against the bed as he pumped three fingers inside you. You felt full, satiated. Your slick was dripping down his hand, his wrist and sliding into the hairs along his forearms.
“Making such a mess, and I haven’t even given you my cock yet…” Price drawled as you fluttered around his fingers, hips bucking.
“Price, sir, need you to fuck me.”
He didn’t relent the movements of his fingers, and you felt your second orgasm building strongly within you. He tutted, clucking his tongue as he thrusted his fingers into you. “Want you to come on my fingers first. You can do that, can’t you, love? Come all over my fingers before you can come on my cock.”
You whined, forcing yourself to nod and nod and nod as your orgasm towered over you, looming like a shadow. “F-fuck, m’gonna—”
The words died on your tongue as your orgasm ripped through you, a blinding pressure released from your abdomen. A wet gush of arousal flooded beneath you, and you felt it. As you shook, legs trembling, chest heaving, you heard Price chuckling to himself as he retracted his dripping fingers.
“Such a messy girl,” he mused. “Look what you’ve done.”
You used your remaining strength to look down at where he was— his shirt splattered with your arousal, wet dripping onto his lap. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Price prevented you from shying away. He dragged himself up your body and placed kisses as he went— ending his exploration by settling a deep kiss to your mouth.
“You gonna let me fuck you now? You deserve it, don’t you? Been such a good girl for me, letting me eat that pretty cunt.”
Such lewd words coming from your captain’s mouth— a man of such impressive status and honourability— was slightly disconcerting. However, you couldn’t find into yourself to care, nor think about the HR nightmare the two of you were in the midst of causing.
All you were focussing on was ripping open your tear-lined eyes and watching as the captain— your captain— shed himself of his dress shirt and then his pants. When he pulled down his boxers, you literally tossed your head back and moaned, much to the amusement of Price— who chuckled lowly at you, gripping his cock at the base.
“Want it that bad, darling?” He mused, leaning forward to run the head of his cock up and down your glistening folds.
“Yes, fuck—!”
“Ask nicely,” Price placed a couple of soft kisses along the underside of your jaw. “Good girl’s ask nicely, don’t they?”
You whined out some pathetic excuse for a please, lifting your arms to thread your fingers into his hair as he hovered over you. His body was heavy against you: the weight of his cock firm against the soft skin of your inner thigh.
Price lined himself up with your dripping cunt, slowly pushing in. He released a low groan from the depths of his chest as his cock slid into your tight heat, your cunt fluttering around him. You joined him, breathing out panting moans as he sunk deeper and deeper.
With one final push, Price’s cockhead was nestled up against the plug of your womb, pulsing within you. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily.
“You feel… Jesus Christ— you feel so good, love. So tight around me,” his voice had a whiny undertone. “Can I move, darling?”
You nodded, full. It’s like you could feel him in your chest.
With a deep grunt, Price dragged his cock all the way out until the wet tip of him rested at your entrance— before he pushed back in roughly. You jolted, moaning as he set a pace that you hadn’t at all been expecting. You felt the need to be stabilised, your hands groping across his shoulders, down his back, along his arms. Your hands travelled down his torso, feeling the rigid planes of muscle and wiry hair.
Price panted in your ear. “Such a— fuck— such a good girl. Being such a good girl for your captain, darling. Making me— hngh— making me so proud.”
Your stomach and cunt fluttered simultaneously at the praise, eliciting a moan from both you and Price. He was truly fucking you into your bed: the mattress creaking along with the bed frame; the cushioned headboard knocking gently against the wall. Somewhere across your apartment, your radio was playing— you’d left it on before you left for the evening— and Breed by Nirvana was playing. Fitting for the occasion, considering—
“Fuck, gonna come in this tight fucking cunt,” Price groaned. “Gonna fill you up so good. Gonna stuff you full ‘o me.”
You writhed beneath him, back arching off the bed and aching nipples brushing against his chest. You were getting close, judging by the way that familial coil was tightening in the depths of your belly. Tighter and tighter as he fucked his fat cock harder and harder into you, deeper and deeper against your cervix.
A thin sheen of sweat lay across your skin, glowing. Price didn’t care, clearly, as he peppered kisses across your chest, sucking bites onto the base of your neck as he rutted into you, hips slamming against yours. You felt one of his large, warm hands slide from your waist and across your pelvis, settling a finger on your sensitive clit.
You whined, and he shushed your gently. “Take it, darling, take it. I know you can… come on.”
Price rubbed tight circles against the bundle of nerves as he fucked you, hitting that same spot within you that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids and whimpering his name repeatedly.
It only took a couple of seconds for you to reach your peak.
“Price, m’gonna come,” you gasped, trembling and snapping your eyes open. “Please, sir—!”
He groaned, gruff and pleasure-strained. “That’s a good girl, darling. ‘Course you can come. Come all over my fucking cock and show me how much of a good girl you are for your captain.”
Yeah, that was it.
You came, for lack of better words, violently. You legs shook, knees trembling as you arched your back off the mattress. Your body pressed tight to Price’s, his cock angling deeper as he fucked you through your post-orgasmic haze. Your breaths came in pants, face flushed and clit throbbing.
Price meanwhile was nearing his peak as well. He was fucking you into your silken sheets like a scene out of some kind of porno— large hands gripping at your waist, your thighs; eyes travelling hungrily down your body to where his cock repeatedly entered your tight hole. His cock was completely slick with you, his pelvis and lower stomach splashed and glimmering with your arousal.
“Gonna fill you up so good,” Price groaned, eyelids fluttering for a moment. “Come so deep in this cunt you’ll feel me for weeks— ruin you for any other man, eh, love? That fuckwit from the bar has nothing on me.”
You didn’t even have the energy to moan like you really fucking wanted too. Everything he was saying was going straight to your aching cunt, and it was probably sending you to an early ovulation. You felt like you craved him.
Price suddenly grabbed your hand, bringing it downwards to where his cock slammed into you. He pushed your fingers around your hole so that you could feel where his fat cock entered you over and over again. You moaned at the feeling, just as Price knocked your hand aside and folded you in half— pressing your legs up against your chest. A mating press.
He was huffing now, drawing near his climax as another one built within you.
“One more time for me, love.” He said and Jesus Christ you didn’t need to be told again.
Another orgasm overtook you before you knew it was there: drowning you and leaving you gasping as you gushed around him, hands gripping the back of his neck for support. You sighed out his name, airy and exhausted, as his thrusts began to lose rhythm.
“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he uttered. “So good for me. Now ‘m gonna fill this cunt so good— shit— fucking breed you nice and full. Might take, eh, love? You’d love that wouldn’t you? Love being all nice and fat with my kid, and I’d fuck you whenever you wanted— hngh, Jesus— give this needy cunt my cock whenever you wanted.”
These words were coming out of your captain’s mouth… Soap is never going to believe you.
Price let out a low, almost whimper of a sound as he thrusted sloppily a couple more times. “Take it, darling, fuck. Take my come. Fucking take it like my good girl. So proud of you.”
He came with a shudder and a deep groan: warmth flooding your insides and splashing deep into your cervix— helpful thanks to the fact you could feel him in your guts.
The both of you breathed heavily in tandem until his cock softened inside you and he pulled out carefully. His come oozed out of your hole, and he shoved it back inside with two fingers.
Price cleared his throat. “I’m gonna have to do a lot of paperwork to get us out of whatever mess we’ve just put ourselves in.”
You sighed. “Let’s not talk about work when you’re knuckle deep in my pussy.”
Price stopped talking, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips.
note: as promised, here it is!! inspired of course by the wonderful @sofasoap and their lastochka series, which is the entire reason i'm kinda obsessed with nik now tbh. this fic came to me in a vision from god, this might be the fastest i've ever written anything. anyways enjoy and i hope i can indoctrinate a few more people into the loving nik cult
pairing: nikolai x gn!reader
word count: 3.6k
no use of y/n, no description of reader
summary: after a headache of a mission, being shot at by your ride isn't quite the picture perfect ending you had in mind; but hiding out in the desert with him, now that's something you can get behind
warnings: descriptions of injuries, canon-typical violence, fluff, soft nik, minor character death, my poor duolingo knowledge of russian, nik relentlessly flirting with you, reader being a little bit of a mess
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your breathing was ragged, blood rushing hot in your ears and every sense on high alert. the ground felt like it might slide from under you, built up exhaustion of the last few days weighing heavily on your overworked mind. being stranded in less than friendly territory with no solid idea of when help was coming – if at all – had done a serious number on your composure; but it was so close to being over, the exfil site was up ahead, the tall office-looking building was within your sights now. all you had to do was make it to the roof and you'd be home free.
you weren't even sure if you were still being tailed, the frantic beating of your heart drowning out any noise from around you. though considering you hadn't been shot at in quite some time, you had to assume you'd lost your assailants at some point during your escape. your hand was beginning to ache from the iron grip you have on your gun, but you don't dare holster it – your guard wouldn't be down until you were safely within the walls of your own base, whenever that may be.
you skid to a stop just before the glass doors of the building, pressing yourself to the wall and slowly peeking around the corner. you don't see anyone inside, so you carefully push through the door and step inside, letting it click shut behind you.
you're just about to head for the entrance to the stairway along the back wall, when from the corner of your eye something grabs your attention; the short, almost undetectable glint of sunlight reflecting off metal, just slightly poking out from around the corner.
your heart misses a beat, eyes widening in the fraction of a second it takes you to throw yourself to the floor, narrowly missing the bullet that whizzes past and shatters the glass behind you. the shards rain down on your back and the ground, digging into your palms as you push yourself to crouch and point your gun in the direction the shot came from. whoever was there had disappeared around the corner again, bringing a frown to your face.
"you gonna fight me like a man, or stay hiding over there all day?" you taunt, masking the tiredness in your voice with aggression. or at least that's what you try to do; you're not sure how believable it is paired with the undeniable shake in your hands. you see a few drops of blood fall from them, silently cursing yourself for acting so carelessly. you could feel the tiny shards under your skin as you tighten your grip around your weapon, never once taking your eyes off where you'd seen the gun.
"those are fighting words, sergeant," a voice breaks the silence, deep and heavily accented. you narrowed your eyes – he sounded very russian, exactly like the people you'd been running from for the last three days.
"how do you know me?" you demand, your overworked muscles aching from where you were crouching. you hear footsteps, tensing your arms again, and the mystery shooter sidesteps into your view, his arms raised next to his head and gun firmly in its holster at his hip.
"i am nikolai, a friend of the commander." he offers, giving you a small, lopsided smile. your glare doesn't waver as you examine his appearance; the aviators hanging from his collar and the clunky headset around his neck suggested that he was a pilot, and farah had told you it was too dangerous to send more than one person to rescue you – and to top it all off, you can't deny that he's attractive.
uh oh. that's not a great thought to have about a stranger you just met, and in enemy territory no less.
"you expect me to believe that?" your voice is lower, testing. his smile grows, and he nods in an exaggerated, almost amused, manner.
"if i wasn't, would we still be talking?" he asks, beginning to lower his hands, but when you move your gun up to point between his eyes, he continues, "i will get you home in one piece, farah karim's orders."
you say nothing for a moment, considering your options. he hadn't given you any concrete evidence that he really was friendly, and not just tricking you – aside from knowing farah's name – but then again, your enemies so far had been much more keen on killing you than transporting you to a secondary location. that, and he was currently your only way out of here which meant you were summarily out of options. you'd have to have a talk with farah about codewords once you get back.
you sigh, lowering your gun, "i guess i just have to trust you then, huh?" he walks over to where you're still on the floor, and you hold your suspicious glare on him as he approaches.
"i guess you do." he's still smiling – though it's smaller now, more natural – even as he grabs your free hand and hauls you to your feet. you wince at the sharp sting of his hand digging into the countless slices in your palm, holstering your gun and meeting his eyes again. "even if i wasn't your ally, it would be a crime to ruin such a pretty face." he adds, and you realise in that moment how close he was standing to you – his chest almost touching yours, near enough that you could see the reflection of yourself in his deep brown eyes.
"i– you, uh–" for a moment all you can do is sputter, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. you snap yourself out of it with an exasperated shake of your head, you turn and march towards the stairwell, hoping he couldn't tell how thrown off you were. "let– let's go already, we don't have time for this…" you call over your shoulder, focusing your mind back on the situation at hand, and not on the way his smile makes your heart feel light.
he chuckles at your reaction, low and rumbling in his chest, before following after you. "of course, милая." he says, and you don't have to turn around to know he has that zealous grin on his face.
you'd barely slept for the last three days, only being able to get in two or three hour power naps every now and then, and as a result your body and mind were both well and truly at their limits. if you thought your legs were tired while you were running, they were positively agonising going up the seven flights of stairs to where nikolai's helicopter was waiting. the man in question didn't say anything more as you ascended the stairs, perhaps because he could sense your fatigue, which you appreciated. when the two of you finally got to the roof, it took all of your self control not to collapse onto the flat ground, but you manage to hold yourself together just a little bit longer as you approach the helicopter.
"the flight will be a few hours, you should use the time to rest, милая." nik says, sliding open the door and stepping up onto the chopper. he offers you a hand, which you gladly accept, letting him pull you up alongside him. you're again reminded of the cuts in your hands, but elect to ignore it until you're not about to pass out.
"way ahead of you, i'm gonna sleep like a corpse after this." you reply, groaning as you flop down into one of the seats. the noise of the engines wouldn't be able to keep you awake, not what you'd been through on this mission.
he laughs again as he slides the door shut, sending your heart fluttering, but thankfully he's already sitting in the pilot's seat, so he can't see the way you fluster at the sound. you busy yourself with putting on a headset and strapping yourself in while he starts the engines.
you're up in the air in no time, and true to your word, you're out like a light almost immediately and stay that way for the duration of the flight. your dreams – fortunately or unfortunately – are completely occupied by a certain black–haired russian, whose first impression seems to have had a very strong effect on you. it's almost strange, how much you liked nikolai right out the gate, the two of you had just met and you could already feel yourself getting attached.
✹✹✹
your much needed slumber is interrupted by the man himself, his hand on your shoulder gently shaking you back to consciousness. you open your eyes, blinking away the residual sleep and your eyes water a little with the sting of how tired you still are.
“we’re here, sergeant, time to get up.” nik is quiet, crouched in front of you with his sunglasses perched on his nose. you groan, your sleep addled brain not quite back up and running yet, but you push yourself up from your slouched position
“five more minutes…” you mutter, freeing yourself from your seat and earning a low chuckle from nikolai. your stomach flips at the sound. you stretch as you stand, feeling the substantial ache in every limb, your eyes following nik as he places both headsets back on their hooks. he must’ve taken yours off while he was trying to wake you up, you note.
“you weren’t lying,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice even before he turns to look at you, “you really did sleep like a log, i'm a little impressed.” you return his grin as he slides the door open and gestures for you to jump down first.
“what can i say? your driving was just that smooth.” you comment, revelling in the feeling of the urzikstanian sun on your face.
he hops down after you and opens his mouth to respond, but before he can get any words out another voice cuts him off by calling out your name. the two of you turn in the direction of the voice, and you smile at the sight of farah walking towards you with alex in tow.
“glad to see you made it back in one piece,” she places a reassuring hand on your bicep, before bringing you into a brief hug.
“glad to be in one piece,” you reply, pulling back from farah and giving alex a quick hug too, “though i'd be lying if i said it wasn't painless.” you look back at nikolai with a pointed stare. farah lets out a small laugh at his bashful, if slightly guilty, grin and guides you with a hand on your shoulder to walk alongside her.
"we should get moving, we're still not safe here. you can fill me in on the details when we get back to base." she leads you to the truck you assume she and alex arrived in, moving around to lower the tailgate and unload the two motorcycles secured on the back.
"it's too dangerous to continue by air," alex explains, helping the commander move the bikes and closing the tailgate, "you two can take the truck, farah and i will scout ahead on the bikes."
you glance back at nik before giving alex an affirming nod, walking around to the passenger side and opening the door.
"you're driving, unless you want me to pass out behind the wheel." you call out to him, a playful smirk gracing your lips. he returns the look, raising his hands in mock surrender and making his way to the other door.
"your wish is my command," he teases, settling into the drivers seat and as you click your seatbelt, you see him give you a wink over his sunglasses, once again sending your head floating. you quickly face forward again as you set off, watching the others disappear ahead of you and pretending your heart isn't beating wildly out of control.
✹✹✹
the drive is peaceful, a very welcome change to the pure chaos you'd been dealing with lately. you gaze out the windows, watching as the sun slowly lowers in the sky, casting the scenery in a golden glow. occasionally, you spare a glance at nikolai's profile, and with the way a tiny smile tugs at his lips whenever you look over, you can tell he notices your eyes on him. you both choose not to acknowledge it, much to your relief; you might just go into cardiac arrest if he flirts with you any more.
almost an hour of blissful peace and quiet goes by before you hear any news.
"there's a convoy headed your direction," you and nik share a look as farah's voice sounds through the radio, "find some cover and wait for them to pass, we can't afford a confrontation with them."
"copy that, commander." nik replies. the quiet between you was slightly more tense now, as you both scan the environment for somewhere you can take cover. the sun hadn't dipped below the horizon yet, but it would soon and the last thing you wanted was to be caught off guard in the dark.
"over there," you call out, pointing a ways ahead at a place where the ground dips behind a large rock outcropping, "we can park behind those rocks."
nik pulls off the road, coming to a bumpy stop next to the twiggy foliage as close to the rocks as he could get, and cuts the engine. you unbuckle and hop out, jogging around the back of the truck and kicking dirt over the tyre tracks you'd left behind, breaking off a stick from a nearby bush to scratch away your boot-prints. chances are the convoy wouldn't be paying that much attention, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
after sufficiently covering the evidence of the truck, you make your way back to stand with nik as he updates farah on your location. he dropped the radio into the back of the truck and turned to you, opening his mouth to say something, but pausing once his eyes land on you.
“your hands, милая,” nikolai's gravelly yet soft voice brings you back to reality, as he takes your bloody fingers into his own. “you are still hurt.” he looks up to meet your eyes, and even through his sunglasses, you can see the worried look in his eyes.
“yeah, never got around to patching them up.” you mutter, your gaze falling to your wounds as the pain starts to set in. you'd been so tired, paired with the adrenaline from earlier, that you completely forgot about the cuts and glass still littering your hands. nik gently squeezes your wrists, bringing your attention back to him.
“please, allow me.” he's lost the usually teasing tone, and the intensity in his gaze has you fidgeting in his hold.
“oh– uh, sure…” you stutter, burning heat rising up your neck to the tips of your ears at the tiny smile your words evoke. he lets go of your hands, opening the door of the truck and rummaging through the compartments for a minute. shutting the door again, he returns to your side with a small med kit in his hand.
he gestures for you to sit, and you get as comfortable as the hard desert ground will allow as he crouches next to you. your non-dominant hand is significantly more cut up, so he starts with that one; gently pulling it closer to him and wiping away all the blood and dirt that had built up.
"извините," he looks up and meets your eye with the same bashful look from earlier as he picks the glass out of your hand, "for almost shooting you."
"is that an apology?" you wince slightly as he starts to wrap a bandage around your palm, and he nods. "well, you missed, so I'll let it slide." you smile, watching him patch you up in the orange light.
he laughs, grinning at you as he moves on to your other hand. "so gracious, милая."
"what is that?" you ask, and he looks up to you with a questioning expression. "mee-la-ya? you keep calling me that." you continue, wincing again at the feeling of the antiseptic in your cuts.
"милая. it means 'darling'." he smiles, and carries on patching up your had like he hadn't just caused your stomach to erupt into butterflies. for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, mouth agape and any words you could come up with dying on your tongue.
"you, uh– you call all of your almost-homicides that? or do i get special treatment?" you try to ignore the stutter in your voice that betrays your nerves, and you can only hope that nik can't feel how your hands are shaking.
"нет. just you, моя дорогая." he's still smiling as he meets your eye again, soft and kind, and you get the feeling he's not teasing you this time. he's finished cleaning up your cuts, but he still holds your hand in his, a gentle touch you can't say you're used to experiencing. you choose not to question him on the new phrase, you're not sure your poor heart could take the answer.
"i'm, uh– flattered…" the words come out as a whisper, and you're suddenly very aware of how close the two of you are to each other; you can feel the heat radiating from him, see the way his eyes watch you from behind his sunglasses, and if you leaned forward ever so slightly…
the moment is interrupted by the low rumbling of cars in the distance, steadily growing louder and louder as they approach your position. although it's unlikely they'll spot you in the dim light of the setting sun, you still hold your breath as you listen to them drive past your cover. the groaning of the engines rolls past without faltering, and you release a breath you didn't realise you were holding.
neither of you dare to move until they're safely past where you're hiding. nik is first to break the silence, as you pull yourself up to mirror how he's crouching.
"looks like…" his words fade into white noise as you spot a shadowed figure over his shoulder, standing unmoving next to a motorcycle at the side of the road.
a moment passes, and at first you thought it might be alex, or farah, but you realise that they're both a couple miles up the road from where you are. but then your eye catches the orange glint of the sun reflecting off something in the figures raised arm, pointing directly at nikolai's back–
"nik!" you react on impulse, shouting his name as you shove him to land on his back with you over him, pulling your gun from its holster with one hand and holding yourself up with the other. your finger squeezes the trigger without hesitation, a bullet landing firmly in your target's chest.
their body makes a dull thud when it hits the ground. you look down, finding nik already looking up at you with a sufficiently shocked expression.
"бляаты…" he mutters, twisting his neck to look at the body a few metres away, before looking back up at you. "you saved my life,"
"let's call it even, then." you smile, shifting to get off of him, but he stops you with a hand on your waist before you can get too far. you freeze, his touch igniting sparks under your skin despite the layers separating you.
"how about i call you my guardian angel instead?" he utters, returning your smile with a suave one of his own. he lifts his sunglasses with his other hand, hooking them into the collar of your shirt and using them to gently tug you down closer to him.
"wha… y-you– i don't– uh–" you sputter, jumping away from him and falling backwards onto the dusty ground in your haste to get away. your brain feels like it's short circuiting as you cover your burning face with your hands, an embarrassed whine leaving your throat.
"why are you covering your face?" nik chuckles and you hear him shuffle slightly closer. you're glad you can't see the smug face you're sure he's making at you.
"...you fluster me." you mumble through your fingers. part of you hopes he didn't hear you, but the way he pulls your hands away from your face makes it clear that he did. his grip is featherlight, as if he were afraid you'd shatter if he was too rough. you will yourself to meet his eyes again, seeing him looking at you with such an intensity it has you wanting to cover your face again.
"you fluster me more, милая," he utters, his face so close to yours you can feel his breath on your face. you're almost worried you might burst into flames with how hot your face is.
"i think you're just saying that to make me feel better…" you mumble, your eyes involuntarily darting to his lips, inches from your own, and back up to his dark eyes.
"maybe," one of his hands comes up to your face, his thumb gently your cheek as you stare him down. "come, люблю, we should let the commander know we're okay." he stands, tugging your wrist to bring you up with him and retrieving the radio from the back of the truck.
he talks to farah while you stay by the truck, your eyes following his form as he inspects the man you shot; and you can't help the way your pulse skyrockets as you wonder, what have you gotten yourself into?
MAJOR WARNING: Triggers of mention of near-rape, torture violence, swearing, Mature theme.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
“So, to what I owe the pleasure, Nikolai?” Pouring two glasses of vodka, Sergio turned and pointed towards Soap, “Who is he? Your new sidekick?”
“My brother in law.”
“I am not your fucken brother in law.”
“Yes you are.”
“I didn’t agree for you to be in my family.” grabbing the glass of vodka Sergio offered to him, he sniffed it before taking a sip. “ Steaming Jesus, this is some strong stuff.”
“Best Russian Vodka you can get out there”.
“Hm. still a bit short compared to the best Scotch whisky.” Soap remarked.
“Now back to the topic. What are you doing here Nik. I thought business between us is all... Done.” Waving his hand gesturing signs of finish, Sergio wandered back to his side of the desk, settled himself down on his office chair.
“You have something of mine in your hold.” Nikolai mentioned as he casually twirls the tumbler glass in his hand.
“Oh? Not quite sure what you are talking about. I haven’t been in your territory for years.”
“A month ago. Near the border.” While staring dead into his eyes, Nikolai hinted to Sergio.
Soap watches the whole interaction silently as he slowly shifts himself towards the chair in the corner of the room, playing with a switch knife while other hand slides in the pocket of his jacket, grabbing hold of a little box.
“Ah, the Сука that was snooping around and killed five of my best men?” Sergio let out a sigh, exasperated
Within the blink of an eye, Nikolai surged forwards as he jumped over the table, his hand surges up and constricts around Sergio’s neck.
“Using that word on my WIFE again, and you will have your eyes rolling in that glass of vodka within seconds.” he seethed as he tightened his grasp. “You should be glad my Lastochka ONLY killed five of your men.”
“Soap.” Without a word, Soap passed him the switch knife. Pointing it directly at Sergio eye, Nikolai growled out the warning;
“Now, don’t forget who got you out of that deep shit with the KGB back in the day,” he sneered.” Also, what I got in my hand, will ruin your status within THE CIRCLE forever.” Releasing his hold, Nikolai moved back and speared the knife onto the table. “ You have one more chance, WHERE IS SHE.”
Sergio stuttered out the location where you were being held.
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Soap plastered an exaggerated smile on his face as he pulled the knife back out and stashes it away. “And Nikolai was right, you are easy to deal with.”
“Come on brother. Let’s go.”
“Told you I am not your brother.”
“Pleasure doing business with you … again. You better wish next time I wouldn’t have to threaten you with anything.” Nikolai threw his final parting words down as he left the room, leaving Sergio slumping on his chair.
Flicking Laswell a quick message as they leave, Soap discreetly drops a few more little square boxes into camera blind spot corners of the corridor.
“Green light from Laswell. They are on the move now. You were right about the locations.” Soap frowned as he checked the reply. “How did you know?”
“I know all the secret bunkers and hiding spots that Мудакl owns. And there are quite a few of them well hidden. There is always one that he always likes to take his prisoners to. I just need to double check with him personally.” lighten up a cigarette as they get outside, “I am glad I made the right guess.”
“... and looks like Sergio is quite eager to get rid of us already.” Soap mumbled as he took his gun, noticing a few of the guards started to follow them.
“Oh well. Your toys all set?”
“Of course.”
“Have fun with it then.”
Soap whipped out the detonator as Nikolai turned and shot at the guards that started to swamp them. With the press of the button, the sound of explosives started to go off one by one, until the whole building was engulfed by the flame and screams of people.
With the last of the guards shot dead. Nikolai and Soap piled into the car.
“... Thanks for the help Soap.”
“Mini is my sister. Of course I am going to help.” Soap typing messages to Laswell updating on the status as Nikolai started the car and heading towards the location to meet up with the team.
“When?” After a brief silence, Soap blurted out. Nikolai knew what Soap was asking about.
“ Right after the Safe house.”
“How do I know you are not just fooling around with her.”
“She warned me you were going to ask all sorts of questions when you found out.” Nikolai rolled his eyes but was still looking at the road. “I married her, isn’t that enough proof?”
“I can’t believe you two got together without anyone knowing about it.” leaning back into the seat to relax, “I just wish she will let me know earlier.”
“Soap. She really wanted your approval before we got married. But she was scared. She was so scared you would say no. She said to me once you were the best big brother she could ever ask for.” Soap smiled at the comment. “She looks up to you so much, she wants you to be proud of her. She wants you to know she can be your equal. That’s why she has been agreeing on all the covert missions. Trying to prove something.” Running fingers through his hair, frustrated, “I should have been a bit more open about us, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened.” Nikolai gripped onto the steering wheel tight, angry at himself.
Leaning forwards letting out a breath, “That’s why we try to keep her with our team each time we go out, at least we know she is safe, we can keep an eye out on her.”
“The Lady Fortuna.”
“ I don’t know how that rumour started. But everyone was trying to fight for her to be on their team. But it does seem to be a miracle every team she heads out with suffers minimal losses.”
The rest of the journey was spent in silence, both of them secretly hoping your own luck will help you this one more time.
A loud scream and stream of curses could be heard echoing through the compound. Price, Ghost and Gaz looked at each other before charging towards the sound.
Standing in the middle of the room, hand tied to the back. Blood all over your face and mouth, down from the forehead ,from headbutting the guard who was trying to force himself onto you. Another guard on the ground , blood pouring out from his neck. Like a caged animal driven into desperation, you have fought back and sunk your teeth and tore a whole chunk of flesh out from his neck.
That’s how the team found you. Your head snapped towards the door as they rammed through the metal door, pupil totally dilated, growling like a mad dog ,ready to pounce onto your next enemy. Gaz and Ghost quickly finished off the two enemies on the floor with shots of bullets.
They were shocked to see you in such a state. Bruises all over, purple and yellow, cuts and wounds, old wounds re-opened as they cut into it again and again, clear signs of torture.
“MINI!” Breaking out of the raging trance as Price called out to you.
“... Price? Gaz? Ghost?” your eyes suddenly clear as you focus on the men. Legs giving out underneath you, Price quickly catches you before you collapse onto the floor.
“ Did they…” Gaz gritted the question out of his mouth, not wanting to finish the sentence. Shaking your head, whispering a reply. “They tried. I fought them off.” You started shivering as the adrenaline courses through you.
Swinging his rifle around to the back of his shoulder, Ghost gently scoops you up. You loop your arms around his neck.
“... Where is Johnny??????” You realised you couldn’t see your brother with the team, panic started to set in again.
“He’s ok. He’s with Nikolai. They will be here soon. Come on, Laswell is waiting for us outside. I’m sorry.” Price patted you on the head. That familiar fatherly action from Price and having two of your brothers in arms with you for the first time in a month, tears started streaming down your face.
Retreating out from the compound and towards the humvee where Laswell was waiting, with sadness, guilt and relief all written on her face. You nodded to her in acknowledgement.
Lying down on the cot at the back of the humvee, after being quickly patched up, you closed your eyes, trying not to relive the horrible moments you've been through while in captivity.
Your last message to the team was telling them not to come for you, after stashing the package you were instructed to steal and also your dog tag and the wedding band, hiding your identity. You were ready to sacrifice yourself to protect the team and for the success of the mission. Deep down you regret not telling your husband about it. Not having the last chance to say goodbye to him.
That fuelled your will to survive.
As Soap would have said, “Your stubbornness will lead you to trouble.” You thought a few times in the middle of night, while the captivators left you alone in the dark, that your stubbornness has finally been a positive thing.
Sounds of two pairs of boot running towards the humvee made you open your eyes and lift your head, trying to peek out the back door, you saw Nikolai and Soap running towards you, Gaz helped you to sit out slightly as two of them stormed into the back cabin, Nikolai immediately surged forward and held you in a tight embrace.
You couldn’t hold back your emotions anymore, you let out an anguished cry as you buried your face into his chest.
“I am here now, my little bird.. You are safe.I am not going to let you go.” Nikolai took in a deep breath,trying hard to control his own feelings, not letting the tears drop. He finally had you back into his arms, alive and safe. His love, his little swallow. Landing safely in his embrace.
You felt someone else was grasping your arm, you turned your head slightly, Soap was looking at you, eyes red and sniffing. You left your husband’s arm for a second and went for a hug with your brother.
“Soap.” Ghost tapped him on the shoulder. “Gaz and I will take the other car. You stay here with Mini and the others.” Nikolai tosses the car key to Ghost. Gaz gave you a quick kiss on the cheek while Ghost gently ruffled your hair. “Good to have you back Mini.” With that comment, the two left to take the other car to follow the humvee.
You stayed in Nikolai’s lap the whole journey with him sitting you on the cot. Most of the journey was spent in silence with Nikolai whispering into your ears and giving you kisses.
“I am sorry. I should have let you know the details.”
“ I am not happy about that. I nearly lost you.” Burying his face into your hair and neck, “We will need to talk about this later on when you are better. You going on missions alone. This is not going to happen again.”
Leaning into his head, “I am taking that everyone knows about us?”
“My brother in law over there had a good talk.”
“ I told you, I am not your brother in law.”
“Johnny. Face it, it's too late, I married this man.” You squeeze out a little cheeky smile.
You heard Price and Laswell’s exasperated sigh coming from the front seat.
It’s good to be back with your family again.
But you know, the road to recovery, both physically and mentally only just started. That will be another struggle.
Yes I gotta admit I had inspiration from John Wick.
From a crack fic, this just went down a very dark road. oop.
Summary: Keeping it under the radar has its benefit. until it isn't.
Part I , Part II, Interlude
Warning : Mature theme. Violence, innuendos and hint of smut mentioned.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
Check out @shkretart for their beyond amazing artwork of Nikolai ( and the CoD boys )
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
LIke playing with Russian roulette, even Lady Fortuna’s luck runs out.
“We will go dark for a while Nik, the mission won’t take too long. I will be back before you know it.” you smiled at him.
He hasn’t heard from you for over a month. His little Swallow. Lost in the wild. No one will tell him anything. Why?
Because no one knows about you two.
It was an unspoken agreement. Keeping it lowkey. No one else needs to know. Keeping things professional on the surface.
Even if Price noticed. He hasn’t said a thing.
You started seeking him out more often after the safe house incident.
“You still got my phone number right?”
“ Maybe? Maybe not?”
“ I knew you wouldn’t throw it away.” The irritated look you gave him. He loves to get on your nerves. But at the same time he knows you aren’t afraid to bite back or correct him. He loves a woman with a bit of fire.
He takes on every chance that was offered to him to be close to you. Any mission that needs him to be back up, he is in. Need transportation? He will fly you and the team there. No questions asked.
“Payment?” He will look at you and half joke to the boy. “Mini can be the payment.” That never ends well, Soap jumps in ready to tear his head off with Ghost and Gaz tries to pull him back, Price looks at his friend with a knowing glare and shakes his head and you hide behind Price, utterly mortified.
He savours the time with you alone, on standby at the rendezvous point. Started off you shyly leaning against him. Offer him more of your baking ( he loves your chocolate biscuits) everytime you two share a cup of coffee, waiting for the team to return. The adorable little pout when he teases you and you couldn’t return with a witty retort in time.
Or that little smile on your face as you watch him checking through the gears and parts in the helicopter.
One day, he was sitting in the pilot seat, checking over the flight plan. It has been a long demanding mission. You have been up for two days straight, patching the teams up. He can see the strains and fatigue is starting to get to you, your red rimmed eyes says it all.
Putting down his paperwork, he waves you over. Dragging your sluggish feet over to where he is, he pulls you into his lap. You wiggle around a little bit, finding a comfortable position before leaning your head against his chest.
“Tired?” You nodded your head in response.
“Sleep for a bit.It’s ok. It will be a while before they return.”
“Nik.”
“Hmm?” Taking his sunglasses off as he looked down, noticing you were gazing up at him with glassy eyes as you reached up, one hand cupping his face, another running your finger through his hair, combing it with care and tenderness.
“Спасибо.”
He leaned his head down slightly, his mouth hovering over yours.
“Ненаглядная,” he murmured. “You know what would be better than thanking me with words?”
“Kissing you?”
“That’s my clever girl.” closing the gap as he finishes, he finally got the first taste of you. Those soft luscious lips he has been dreaming and craving for months. And he wants more.
He made sure when there were only two of you, away from the bloodshed and chaos and the preying eyes, he worshipped his beautiful Goddess with all this attention. Showering you with all his love, making sure your body will only crave for him, his mortal lover, calling out only his name everytime he pushes you up high.
“Where is she?” Nikolai demanded as he stormed into the briefing room.
“M.I.A. we don’t know.” Price snapped at him, already frustrated at the lack of details from your disappearance. And the guilt of pressing you into another covert mission. He doesn’t need Nikolai to come in and add more complications.
“Package extracted, safely hidden. THEY ARE HERE. DO not come looking for me.” The message ended up with the sound of a gunshot and your scream.
By the time they have reached your last signal transmission spot, you have already disappeared. All there left was the mission package you have successfully obtained and a dog tag with a simple wedding band attached and pool of blood.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Soap growled.
“Пиздец , Soap ,SHE IS MY WIFE!!” Slamming his hand on the desk, “I do have the right to be here and know what is going on! Just like you do!”
Deafening silence settled in the briefing room as the bombshell was dropped.
Everything became clear to Price from your hesitation, and your requests before you left.
“Alright. But don’t tell Nik about the details.” looking down on the floor, toying with your dog tag chain. “This might be the last mission I can take for a little while.”
“Getting tired of us stinky boys?” Price laughed.
Shaking your head. “Planning a trip. Promised someone I would take a break with them.” That little mysterious smile, Price knew not to push for anymore details.
You and Nikolai were planning for the honeymoon.
“Lads. Everyone needs to calm down here.” Laswell broke the silence. “Any personal questions, save it for later. Our priorities here are to try and find Mini, and get her out.” If she is still alive. The unspoken words.
Laswell turned and threw some files at Nikolai, he quickly flipped through it.
Pausing on one of the pages as he spotted a name. “Laswell.” he frowned. “Are you sure these are Bratva that are involved?”
“Positive.” Laswell took out another file. “Got any connections?”
“Connection?” He let out a bitter laugh. A vicious smile appeared on his face. The Russian bear has been awakened. “Their Pahkan owes me a favour. A HUGE favour.”
Everyone turned and looked at Nikolai. First time in days there is a bit of a breakthrough. There might be hope to find you after all. They will not give up until they physically see your body. Dead or alive.
People should know , they do not mess around with Nikolai , the leader of Chimera, or his loved ones. He will make them PAY.
Спасибо - Thank you.
Ненаглядная - precious
Пиздец - damn it
tag :
@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature
Summary: Immediately after Lastochka - Part II
Part I here
Warning : Mature theme.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
Your sixth sense never fails you. Body reacts before your brain switches back into gear.
Your eyes snap open and try to surge up, only to be pushed back down but a large shadow that is looming over you.
A hand covered your mouth as you tried to speak, through the dim street light streaming through the gaps of the curtain, you realised it’s Nikolai on top of you, his usually combed back hair in slight disarray, covering part of his face. In other times you would have been lusting over the sight of him, bare chested, firm muscles, gold chain and his dog tag dangling down just over your body. Dominating you.
Your brain is slowly booting back up, trying to remember what happened the night before that have you both in such a compromised position.
“Laswell will send someone out to extract us. We are to stay put in the meantime.” Nikolai updated you as you came out from the bathroom. There was no hot water supply, you managed to find basic toiletry inside the bathroom cabinet and brushed your teeth and cleaned your face with the extreme cold water.
“Sounds like we can have a bit of a shut eye then. “ you yawned again. “You coming?”
“To?”
“To bed.”Raising his brows, he smirked, “Being bold now are we?”
“Wipe that smirk off your face you bampot,” you look at him deadpanned. “There’s no hot water, the radiator isn’t working. It’s cold. I am not letting you sleep on that little tiny thing there.” Pointing at the small two seater couch. “I am cold. There’s enough space on the double bed to fit both of us. Come and keep me warm.” You finished the last bit of the sentence in a hurry, with heat burning your face.
He complied with your demand with no further question.
You already dragged out all the blankets you could find in the room, shaking it out and layering it up on the bed. You sneezed as all the dust flew around. God knows when was the last time anyone used this safe house.
Taking your boots off and jumpers off, you were eager to slip underneath the cover asap. The winter in this area is harsher than expected. You just hope with the blankets it will keep both of you warm throughout the night.
Making yourself comfortable, watch Nikolai taking his shirt off, double checking the bedroom lock is secure and curtains are drawn properly.
“Enjoying the sight?” flashing his signature smile at you as he caught you gawking.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Trust me, I have more to show you that will make your jaw drop.“ This man is definitely the biggest flirt you have ever met, even surpassing your brother.
“IF I ever decided to look at it.”
“ Aw, I am hurt Lastochka.” feigning disappointment as he pulls his belt off his pants. “Shut up and get in.”
Turning the light off, he lifts the cover and slides in. You let out a surprise squeal as you didn’t expect him to grab you by the waist, lifting you up and moving you to the other side of the bed, away from the door.
“Safer for you to sleep on that side.” He mumbled. Tucking you and himself in, you realise this man is like a human furnace. Letting out a sign of content as you wiggle closer to him.
“Comfortable?”
“Mmm.” “ Good.”
Both of you slowly drift to sleep, leaning your head against his body, his arm resting over your head on the pillow, shielding you from danger.
You are at the safe house. After that near failure mission. Memory slowly floods back.
Looking down at you, without a word, he jerks his head towards the bedroom door, someone is outside. You were instantly awake and on alert.
You nodded your head as he lifted his hand off from your mouth, and slid off the bed, gun in one hand, you grabbed your gun from under the pillow, following close behind him as he edged closer to the bedroom door.
You were shaking slightly from both the chill of air and nervousness. How did the intruders get in without setting off the alarm system?
You were glad your sixth sense woke you up and even more thankful Nikolai was up even before you. Or has he been on watch all the time?
Gun ready, he pulled the door open before aiming it at the two intruders who were standing right in the middle of the living room.
“GUNS DOWN NIK! IT’S US!!” Soap hissed before putting both of his hands up.
“Soap? Gaz?”
“Boys?” your heart leaped when you realised it was Gaz and your brother, you ran forward and gave Soap a big hug.
“You alright Mini?” nodding your head as he hugs you back. “Come on. Get your stuff. Ghost and Price are waiting for us.” pulling out of his embrace, you turn and give Gaz a quick hug and follow Nikolai back to the bedroom.
As the two of you get dressed and pick up your gears, a pang of sadness hits you. Why am I feeling like this? Did I want to spend more time alone with him?
The realisation that you have fallen deeper than you expected, hits you like a truck. And you don’t want to fight against that feeling anymore.
Shaking your head to push that thought away for the moment. Focus, got to leave this place first.
“Let’s roll.”
Gaz and Soap led you and Nikolai out of the safe house, to the awaiting dark van that's a few streets away.
Filing into the van, you saw Ghost in the driver’s seat, Price turned around from the passengers side.
“Good to have two back.” looking at you, “Got the chip?”
Fishing it out from the hidden pocket of your trench coat, you handed it over to Price.
Nodding his head with satisfaction. “Thank you, and I’m sorry Mini, for putting you in such danger.”
Shaking your head. “ You gotta do what you have to do. Besides,” Flashing a tired but cheeky smile, “ we made it out in one piece. Thanks to everyone.”
The rest of the trip was spent in silence, as Ghost drove everyone out of the town, back towards the safe zone.
Price peers into the rear mirror, noticing you have fallen asleep, leaning your head against Nikolai’s shoulder, no doubt still tired from the mission and ordeal from the day prior. He certainly did not miss the soft smile on his friend’s face as you subconsciously snuggle closer to him, seeking his warmth.
He sighed. He doesn’t like it, but what else can he do or say? Price hoped this wouldn’t create drama in the future for the team. He knows how Soap would act if he found out.
Summary: This is the chance,for Nikolai, Captain of Chimera, to show his quality.
Part II to Lastochka - Little Swallow
Warning : Mature to slight E at beginning. Slight violence.
Any Russian in here are from google. might be completely off. I apologise.
A/N : @homicidal-slvt planted the idea of Nikolai into my brain, and @shkretart, oh lovely Shkretart, HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR BEAUTIFUL ART WORK OF NIKOLAI?
and Price? and Simon? and Soap? and and and and EVERYTHING? Their art just makes me froth. Just go check it out.
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
You don’t know how you ended up in this position. Straddling him, one hand grabbing onto his shoulder,digging your nails in, the other grabbing onto his gold chain, moaning as you grind into him.
“That’s it my Lastochka, I did promise you for a good ride didn’t I?” he purred into your ear with his accented English as he grabs tight onto your waist, as he starts to thrust upwards, going deeper and faster. Tilting his head , trailing kisses and licks down your neck, until he reaches your breast, hovering over a nipple, teasing it a little bit before sucking.
You let out a scream as the orgasm hits you.
“You right Mini?”
You opened your eyes, realised Soap has grabbed onto your shoulder, preventing you from toppling over onto the floor. Then you remember, you are on the helicopter, on your way to the next mission, somewhere in the Eastern Europe conflict zone.
Looking around, all the men were looking at you, confused and worried.
“You didn’t sleep well again did you. What were you dreaming of? That was one mighty scream.” your brother gave you a disapproving yet worried look.
Shaking your head, you never sleep well the night before the mission. No matter how many times you accompany the boys to the frontline, you were never a trained soldier like them nor were you really supposed to be there. But somehow they wanted your expertise and the boys trust you caring for them over other medics.
“Um. No. I had a bit of a nightmare..” Rubbing your face trying to wake up,not willing to elaborate any further.
“What nightmare?” Gaz frowned, worrying about his best friend.
“UM.I . Um, I dreamt that you…” you stuttered.
“Me?” Gaz raised his eyebrow
“Yea You.. you pushed me out of the helicopter.”
You see Gaz’s face crumbling. Sorry Gaz, you apologise to him in your mind. There is NO WAY you are going to tell the truth. How are you going to tell them your damn mind and body are betraying you, lusting over a flirtatious Russian pilot???
You heard Nikolai let out a barking laugh from the pilot seat.
“Have I traumatised you so much Lastochka, that you keep having repetitive dreams about falling out,” he leans a bit closer, “ or were you dreaming about something else?”
You and Nikolai standing outside the helicopter, your face heated up at the suggestive question. Giving a glare and ignoring his question before turning away to farewell the boys, each of them coming over to pat you on the shoulder, mumbling a few words,before marching off into the forest.
Price was the last one to bid his goodbye, he gave Nikolai a warning look, Don’t you dare do anything to my kid ,before patting you on the head and took his leave.
“Lady Fortuna? What is that about? Are you some sort of good luck charm to them or something.” Nikolai muses as he overheard the boy’s mumbling.
“You can say that.” Early winter wind blows over, giving you the shivers as you reply to him, you hug yourself, trying to get a bit of warmth by rubbing your arms up and down.
Seeing your discomfort, Nikolai softens and jerks his head towards the helicopter, “Come on, let’s get inside. No use of us waiting out here for hours. I got hot coffee to warm you up.”
Taking out a flask , Nikolai poured a cup of coffee and passed it to you. Whispered your thanks, before digging into your backpack and taking out a container and opening it.
“I baked some chocolate biscuits last night. Take some before the boys come back and inhale it all.”
Two of you sat in the helicopter cabin, sipping on coffee and eating the biscuits in silence.
“So why Lady Fortuna?” Nikolai broke the silence, asking the question again.
Tilting your head,you thought about where to start.
“You know Soap is my brother. The best big brother you can ask for. “ You smiled as you bit into the biscuit.
“I look up to him. Follow him everywhere. Copy everything he is doing. But when he got into the military, into SAS, I knew I wasn’t made to be a soldier.”
“I had to try the other way. To his dismay. He doesn’t want me to get into all the blood sheds and all the horror he has witnessed. I don’t blame him.” Picking up your mug, you noticed it was already empty, Nikolai picked up the flask, poured you another fill.
“Using my brain instead. I studied hard. Got into nursing, paramedicine, post graduate studies, and trained myself up. And by miracle, Laswell recruited me into the SpecGru infirmary division. Despite me having absolutely no military background prior.”
“None at all?” Nikolai was surprised. Apart from that mid-air near misses, you seem to be pretty calm every time there is an attack happening.
“Unless you count those amatuer training sessions Johnny throws at me everytime he comes home for a visit, or the paintball survival games I've been dragged to by the boys, then no. Absolutely none.”
“You held up pretty well.”
“Thank you, I thought so too. Until you nearly threw me out of the plane.”
Nikolai let out a hearty laugh. “ Still mad at me for that Lastochka?”
You pouted. “Captain said you are a good pilot.“
“Hey, I saved everyone’s ass.”
Drumming the biscuit tin after you took more out, “Anyway, the team noticed a strange trend of everytime I get deployed with them, they suffer almost minimal or zero casualties, I earn the call sign Lady Fortuna.” Rolling your eyes, “ I became an instant mascot of sorts, everyone wants me to get deployed with their team, to be their medic.” You sighed with slight irritation in your voice. “But mostly I stick with TF141, with the Captain's team and my brother. Unless Laswell gives the order.”
“I don’t regret my choice, I get to be alongside my brother, keeping them alive, even though I believe my Lady luck status is superstitious, but if they help them to come back in one piece everytime, I am willing to tag along wherever they go.”
“Maybe I should steal the Goddess and keep her all to myself.”
“Captain Nikolai.” Putting down your now empty mug, you turn to face him. “You know that is not possible. Price won’t let you touch me, my band of brothers wouldn’t let you do that either.”
“Well what about you?” Looking at you right in the eye, “What do YOU want?”
“….” You don’t even know how you feel about the whole situation. Your mind keeps warning you it’s not a good idea to get involved with him. But this man, in front of you, has such charisma, you can’t help being drawn into him. You just can’t seem to figure out what this man is just toying with you, or he is being dead serious.
As if sensing your conflict, he patted your hand, “I am not forcing you into anything you don’t want to do my little bird.”
Two of you spend the rest of the day deep in thought.
“I am sorry Mini, you are probably the only one they wouldn’t recognise and less conspicuous amongst the crowd. “Laswell sent you undercover, as the last resort.
She promised you that you would have someone to extract you in case something goes wrong.
You were successful executing the first half of the mission, managing to plant the monitoring device without being noticed.
Completing the second part of the mission wasn’t so easy. You snatched the data chip from the designated hiding spot, before realising there are hostile agents following you.
Sliding the chip securely into your inner pocket of trench coat, you took a deep breath and broke into a run. Trying hard to remember the map of the area you work hard to imprint into your brain days leading up to the mission.
A broad figure darted out from nowhere and pulled you into the narrow alleyway.
“Keep running Lastochka, just keep going!!” There was only one person that would call you by that endearment.
Sounds of gunshots start echoing through the old streets,you follow the command, and continue to weave in and out of the narrow side streets, resisting the urge to look back.
You never ever expected you would be going on the run with Nikolai.
You heard a few more popping sounds and a grunt from Nikolai, you slowed your pace a little and turned your head, only to see him clutching his shoulder, stumbling slightly before urging you on.
“DUCK!” Quickly picking up a random object from the ground and with a split second warning given, you threw it straight into the attacker, who out of nowhere appeared from the corner of the street behind Nikolai, knocking the gun out of his hand.
“Nice aim, little bird.” Nikolai groaned as he turned and shot the gunman.
“You are hurt.” coming up beside him, you pulled his coat aside, checking for the extend of injury.
He waved you off, “ I had worse than this. Come on. There is a safe house not too far away.”
Arriving at the bottom of a rundown apartment about five minutes later, punching in the code for the lock, before pushing you in and closing the door after checking no one was following, both of you made your way up the stairs to the top floor of the building.
It was a very sparsely decorated unit. Old couch with a sad looking coffee table, no tv, simple bookshelves with few books, kitchenette and small bathroom and bedroom off to the side.
Nikolai secured the locks on the door, initiated the alarm system, before moving towards the window, lifting the dirty old curtain slightly, peering out to scan the street. Seemingly satisfied, he left out a huff, before making his way to where you are standing, as you look at his shoulder, concern evident on your face.
“There is a medkit in the bathroom.” Before he even finishes his sentence, you made your way into there, dug out a medkit that has seen better days. It has all the essentials in there, you are guessing there must be some sort of safehouse caretakers that goes around checking for supplies once in a while.
Nikolai already took his coat and shirt off when you came back into the living room. He wasn’t joking when he said this wasn’t the worst injury he had by the look of old scars that are scattered around his torso. Made you think back to your brothers and members you had treated, they really put their lives on the line.
Setting the kit on the small coffee table, you ask him to turn around. You let out a breath of sigh as you notice it was only a graze wound rather than a direct hit.
“Not a major wound. You should be ok within a week.” you mumbled as you patch him up.
“Told you it’s not that bad. Maybe your Lady Fortuna aura protected me from further harm.”
“ You didn’t have to put your life on the line to shield me.” You feel a bit guilty. You knew the risk of this mission, you accepted it even with protests from the boys. “ Why did you agree to be my backup?”
“I know this part of the world well. I have connections.” Turning himself around as you finish putting the last bit of the dressing on, “Can’t let my favourite little bird be in the danger zone all by herself.”
Lifting your head, you peer into his eyes, the deep brown orbs, boring into yours with such intensity and seriousness, you immediately duck your head down, cheeks burning.
“Why.” You asked again.
“You know my feelings for you.”
Indeed. He has been patiently waiting for you, and was true to his words from previous interactions, he hasn’t forced you into any situation that you are not consented to.
“Plus,” He cups your face, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Soap was threatening me if you pull through this mission with one slight scratch,he will be setting the whole task force after me.”
“He’s all bark and no bites most of the time.” You closed your eyes. Your wall of defence starts to crumble. Savouring the heat emitting through his big warm hand.
“I am pretty sure he was serious. You should see the look Price and Ghost was giving me as well. Gaz was gripping onto my shoulder pretty hard too.”You were touched that your team family was looking out for you. When you accepted the mission, you were eager to finally try to prove yourself. Not to be wrapped up in bubbles and be more useful to the team.
“They baby me too much.”
“They love you too much to send you into danger.”
With all the adrenaline rush finally wearing off, you let out a yawn.
“Come on Lastochka. Go get some rest. I’ll contact Laswell for exfil details. We should be safe here in the meantime.” Patting you on the head before pulling away, immediately you miss the warmth and his touch.
He stood up, bending over to pick up his stained shirt to put back on, you walked up behind him, leaning your head into his back.
“Спасибо Николай.” you whispered.
“Anything for you ненаглядная. Anything for you.”
Спасибо Николай - Thank you Nikolai
Ненаглядная - precious
Oh no now I'm having a lot of angsty feelings about Soap being "the least favourite" /and/ knowing it. It's all fun and jokes and everybody's laughing even when they go as far as leaving that little bothering feeling behind them and Soap might really believe it. It's all funny until they find themselves in critical situation and Soap is the fastest to make a hard decision and to make a sacrifice because he knows that if he would wait a little longer with making up his mind he might start thinking about it too hard. He has to be fast and let nobody get hurt (but he doesnt take himself under the equation).
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Soap centric fic
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“Sometimes I just want to lock you in your room and throw away the key!”
“Does that mean I’m demoted to least favorite?”
It was a running joke that started a while back when Soap had first joined 141. Back then Soap was the outcast. Price, Ghost, and Gaz had known each other for quite some time and it felt strange when Soap joined. Soap had somewhat knew Price but not as well as Ghost or Gaz. As time went on and he became more welcomed into the fold, that joke still remained.
Gaz and Ghost always seemed to be competing for being favorite. And when Farah was around she automatically took first place and Ghost and Gaz were then fighting for second place. And Soap? Soap was always in last place no matter what. He always acted like it never bothered him. Always joked with everyone when someone brought it up or even was the one who made the joke first.
That’s all it was: A joke. Just a joke that they all laughed at together.
But some days it feels like it isn’t a joke. Some days Soap still didn’t feel like he was a part of a family, just a member of a team. He doesn’t have rank over anyone, isn’t that important either. He’s just a guy that’s good at blowing things up enough that he was recruited into 141. He’s no one special.
Soap watches Gaz get put in a headlock by Ghost, Price laughing at them before he separates them. He had a hand on each of their shoulders to keep them in place as they laughed. Soap knew if he walked over their attitudes would change, that the father/sons moment would be over. So he stayed put, watching from the sidelines as Gaz hides behind Price and taunts Ghost.
“Watch your tongue, Sergeant,” growled Ghost in a playful manner.
Gaz just grinned, “You may have rank over me but-!”
He wraps his arms around Price’s shoulders, “I’m the favorite~”
Price rolls his eyes dramatically, “Here we go-“
Soap left as Ghost managed to chase Gaz off of Price and grab him again.
He ended up in the training grounds. He just walked until he found a secluded spot and sat. It was later in the evening but the sun wasn’t that low in the sky yet. Birds were chirping still so Soap determined that he could probably stay out here for a good bit before he would be missed.
He would be missed… right? If something happened to him? Right?
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They were cornered, unable to push forward without taking more causalities. Price was calling for support while Ghost and Soap were giving them as much cover as possible. Soap ducked down as a grenade is thrown, exploding far enough away that it wouldn’t rock their position. But still close enough where the shrapnel from the blast could hurt.
Ghost fell to the ground, a piece of twisted metal through the meat of his shoulder.
“Fuck-! GHOST!”
Soap felt panic set in as Gaz crawled over, desperately making sure Ghost wasn’t hit anywhere else. Soap could see Price, see him thinking. If there’s one thing that Soap knew about Price, it’s that his boys come first. He could see the man debating, his hand clutched over his radio in a tight grip. Soap knew he was thinking about doing something stupid so they could get out of there.
Soap acts without much more thought.
“SOAP!”
Soap charged out of cover, shooting at the enemy and drawing their attention on him. Somehow he managed to get two blocks away from where they were taking cover. Somehow he managed to get into a building and hold his ground and keep the enemy’s attention on him. Somehow he managed to stay alive. Eventually he ran out of bullets so he had to hide, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he waited. They were going to find him.
Soap sat there until the sun went down, still on edge and waiting for the enemy. But they never showed. Did he fail? Fail to get them off the others? Was all of this for nothing? Soap felt tears fall down his face. He could hear gunfire outside of the building. It sounded close. Who were they shooting at? Soap hears people moving through the halls of the building. He grips the knife he kept from the hell that was Las Almas (Ghost never made an effort to take it back) and waits.
He heard the door open to the room he was hiding in and he immediately held his breath and closed his eyes.
“Soap? Are you here?”
Soap opens his eyes, a shaky breath escaping him, “N-Nik?”
Soap stands from his hiding place to see Nik at the doorway. The man laughed out in relief and rushed over to Soap, pulling him into a fierce hug. Soap leans completely into the man, relief flooding him.
“We thought you were dead.”
Soap swallows back his emotions and tries to speak clearly, “Too stubborn to die in this hell hole.”
Nik laughs and pulls away, checking Soap for injuries as he makes a call through the radio.
“I found him. He’s alive.”
Nik motions Soap to follow him back through the building. Soap followed, one question plaguing them.
“The others… are they-?”
“They made it out. Thanks to you.”
Soap sobs out in relief, following Nik back to the ground. The trip back to base was the longer than the trip to the combat zone. Soap fell asleep after getting settled in his seat. It wasn’t a very pleasant nap, but it was better than nothing. He woke when they landed. When he got out of the helicopter, he could see Price. Soap nervously walked towards the stone faced man, unsure what was going to happen.
When he reached Price, he stood at attention.
“Captain Price, sir.”
Price said nothing. He looked him over, swallowed, then grabbed Soap and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Soap couldn’t help but return it, tears in his eyes as Price held him.
“Don’t ever do something so fucking stupid like that again! I thought I lost you…”
Soap stopped trying to hold back the tears and starts to cry. He clings to Price and after a couple minutes he leads him inside. Soap was soon jumped by Gaz who was in tears.
“I thought you were dead!”
Soap was almost knocked to the floor by the force of Gaz’s hug. But damn, it was a good hug. It took some convincing from Price and Soap to get Gaz to let him go.
“Where’s Ghost?”
“Medical. That shrapnel did a number on him.”
“Can I see him?”
“Tomorrow. He just got out of surgery not too long ago and both him and you need to rest.”
Soap didn’t bother to argue. He took a long shower, changed into his softest sleeping clothes (they were Christmas themed but he didn’t care) and passed out. Soap came to find that he slept like a baby after all that hell he went through. He slept past his alarm and well into the afternoon. No one said anything to him about it when he finally emerged from his room. Gaz found him quickly and made sure he ate breakfast before they both went to Price’s office.
Soap couldn’t remember the last time he spent so much time in Price’s office to just hang out. Gaz was practically attached to his side as they sat on the floor and enjoyed listening to Price cuss at the reports he was looking over. When Soap finally went to see Ghost, he was lucky the man was bedridden.
“YOU FUCKER! I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD YOU CUNT!”
Soap had to go to Ghost so the man could try to squeeze the life out of him with one arm.
Summary: Nikolai taking interest in a little swallow in Taskforce 141. to the dismay of Daddy Price and all her adoptive and real brothers.
Semi Crackish. Just for fun :)
A/N: Ok take two!! For @homicidal-slvt, this time it is really Nikolai reader fic LOL.
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
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“Oh hello! Who have we got here?” Flashing a big smile as he pushes his sunglasses up to have a good look at you. You immediately shrink yourself and hide behind Gaz. Underneath the swagger and flirtatious attitude, you can feel he is judging you, sussing you out.
“Oh. Here comes the dad.” Smirking, Gaz was ready to see the drama unfold.
“Nik. Stop gawking at our medic.” Gaz warned. “Otherwise you will have to deal with her overprotective brothers and dad.”
“ Ah Come on, I am sure our little ласточка wouldn’t mind. ”
“ Las..last.. ??”
“Lastochka, Little swallow.” He corrected your pronunciation. You tilted your head in confusion. “That’s right, because I am going to take you up high in the sky, for a good ride.” You are not missing the innuendo behind his words there. You grabbed onto Gaz’s vest tighter.
“Nikolai.” Price growled as he came up towards the three of you.
“I didn’t know you had a kid this old Price.”
“Well, I am not the brother you should be worried about, her real brother will be hunting you down like a mad dog, then we will have a real problem at hand.”
“She’s not my kid.”
“She might as well be the way you treat us all.” Gaz mumbled.
“Ah, so you are her brother then.”
Price sighed. “Come on. We have an important mission here. Buckle up.”
The helicopter shook on impact of the launcher hitting the landing gear, narrowly missing the body.
You have to admit Nikolai is one damn good pilot. All the impressive mid air manoeuvres, the near misses, had your heart jumping out from your throat.
“Gaz, remind me why I am here!!”
“.. I seriously don’t know. There’s no way out now!” Gaz shouted over the noise.
“ Incoming!! Hold on tight!!”
You stayed there for the rest of the flight, with Nikolai’s occasional reassurances to try to calm you down.
You let out a scream when you realise you were tumbling sideways, towards the door, on your way out into the bright blue sky.
Quick thinking and reflex from both Price and Gaz , they manage to pull you back just in time as they grab onto your safety cord.
“You alright Mini.”
Not trusting your voice to talk, you nodded your head furiously, after Price gave you a once over to check you are alright, he pushed you gently towards the cockpit area. “Go, stay there, be a lot safer.”
You scramble towards the front, grabbing onto the back of the pilot seat for your dear life.
“Sorry about that Lastochka, otherwise all of us would have been blown to pieces!” he laughed. “I promise you I will get you to your destination safely.” He reached over and patted your hand.
“Well, next time when I take you flying, Lastochka, It will be in a more pleasant circumstances.” He held onto your hand, which is still shaking visibly from the adrenaline rush. You blushed with embarrassment, There is no next time, you thought. At least not in a helicopter.
Quietly thanking him after letting out a shaky breath, standing up and picking up your gears after Price and Gaz shouted to you to urge you to move on.
Reaching down to your pocket to put on your sunglasses before stepping out, you couldn’t find it in your usual pocket. Patting around checking everywhere, you must have lost it when you were rolling out.
“Missing something?”
“ … Lost my sunglasses.”
Take his sunglasses off, and put it on top of your head, “ Here, have mine.”
“But.. “
“Mini, where did you get those sunglasses from?”
“I got plenty of spares. Plus.” flashing you a big smile again, “you can return it to me if you decide to take up my offer of leisure flight next time. I will also throw in a good old Russian hospitality and drink in there if you are up for it.”
Oh this man is definitely a big flirt, and he isn’t giving up.
“That looks awfully like Nikolai’s..”
Nikolai could feel four pairs of eyes staring at him like hounds going after their prey after he got out of the helicopter.
Things get even more chaotic when Nikolai shows up at the end of the mission, offering you, and only you, a ride back to the base.
Laswell had to come to your rescue and growl at all the boys, including Price for making a scene.
And you know it’s going to be a bumpy ride in the future when Nikolai sneakily slides his phone number into your hand before being pushed away by a very angry Soap and Ghost.
(crawling out of my cave as a husk) Finally… some Gromsko x Fem Reader content… from yours truly…
Summary: Sent on a scouting mission for Specgru, you’re kept company by Gromsko, among Poland’s finest soldiers. Bold, light-hearted, and deep down, very caring and passionate, he makes not only a great partner but great entertainment. As the sunsets though and you have to call it a day, an injury let’s him show his skills from JW GROM to you while you two settle down for the night… and maybe settle down for a little more…
Word Count: 13,397
Tags: Slight medical play, slight size kink, language kink, praise kink, heavy petting, marking, face sitting, multiple orgasms, slightly possessive, creampie
A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU TOO TO EVE, @ave661, FOR PROOF READING THE POLISH AS I KNOW ZERO POLISH! I can’t thank you enough, dziękuję bardzo, I love you bestie 🥹💙
🔞+ STORY
Also avaliable on AO3! Translation at the end of the chapter!
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The day was finally coming to an end, the sun starting to set over the mountains, casting warm shadows over your location. You were sent on a scouting mission, looking out on a base of a possible HVT. You were Specgru’s regular choice for scout, being small and easy to miss, light on your feet to the point you regularly snuck up on your own teammates without them noticing or you really meaning to. Obviously though, you couldn’t be sent in alone. You appreciated any company on these sorts of missions. Sure you enjoyed the nice quiet times, exploring and attempting to map a location from hundreds of meters away, but if you did it all the time, you’d definitely go crazy.
“I think it’s about time we call into HQ,” his voice boomed as he came up behind you. The orange of the setting sun lit the small bits of camo fabric that draped his helmet, practically his signature piece. Sobiesław Kościuszko, or as everyone else called him, Gromsko. “We at least know there’s gotta be someone in there that needs these guards around. It can’t be just some regular guy, right?”
You smiled softly, holding back a laugh from him being so light-hearted. You admit, you don’t really know much about Gromsko. Not that you avoided him or anything but… most interactions you had with him were from the battlefield. You know the amount of adrenaline and action brought out a new side in most people. On the field, he was loud, boisterous, a lil bit cocky but his confidence was not without merit. He was good at what he did. Though sometimes, you couldn’t understand what he was saying. With his thick accent and baritone voice, you could make out the fact that he slipped into Polish quite a bit. You’d hear passing conversations in the Specgru halls, how even when calm, he’d slip bits of Polish in there too. You yourself knew very little Polish, but you could tell he was just as vulgar in any language he spoke, often able to make out him yelling “Kurwa” when he was hurt or frustrated. From his tone, gruff and ranging from annoyance to anger, you could tell he probably wasn’t saying the nicest things to the enemy… or teammates for that matter.
hi! i saw you were doing matchups and was hopping to get one w one of the guys please?? i’m ambiamorous i’m not really shy but i’m introverted and kinda hate being in places w a lot of people. i’m really physically affectionate w the people i’m close w. i laugh really easily and love rice balls and i love cats and always pet them, kiss them, and hug them (despite being allergic) i also like to feed stray cats whenever i have the chance
Hi, welcome! I have matched you with! Heizou!
Heizou can blance out your introverted nature with his more outgoing one, and he's quite good at handling people of any temperament.
I imagine he found you while you were trying to coax one of the Inazuma stray cats towards you. He quickly deduced that you were allergic and your allergy symptoms were only serving to keep the wary strays away from you. He noted the dish nearby, filled with a cute Invigorating Kitty Meal, and smiled slightly before making his presence known to you.
You jumped a bit in surprise when he cleared his throat, and hastily stood up, straightening your clothes and tidying yourself as you muttered... apologies?
"Why are you apologizing?" he asked.
You hesitate, and before you can explain, he invites you for lunch, his treat. When you hesitate again, he remembers to properly introduce himself and then asks you again.
This time, you accept.
As the days slip by, you grow closer to the doushin, the two of you spending more and more time together, whether for "official" business or not. Heizou took to helping you with the cats, even going so far as to find a doctor in Liyue who could make allergy medicine to help you a bit.
There was never a big, dramatic confession. Despite Heizou's appearance to the public, he wasn't always an attention-seeking drama king. But the night he walked you home from Uyuu restaurant and slipped his hand around yours, the day you laced your fingers with his and squeezed, the day he looked at you with those green eyes as he kissed your hand. That was the day you knew, and the day you knew you agreed.
And you know, if he ever decided to make you his forever, you'll just look down one day to see a ring on your finger, and look up to see a mischievous yet pleading glint in his eyes.
can I have male genshin matchup please? i’m a girl, monogamous, an aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!! and I’m touch-starved. i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, I have long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3
hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3
Hi there! Congrats on being my first match up of the year! Year of the rabbit too, haha!
I have matched you with...
Diluc!
You are classy and cultured, as well as very educated. Of course, he takes some time to warm up to you, as well as learning to open up more, but your livelier personality makes it happen faster than anyone was expecting.
You impressed him from your first meeting, and every meeting after. Once you began to know each other a bit more, and he found out just how much you cared about your friends, that's when he began to fall.
Diluc's feelings manifest as protectiveness, so if you were at Angel's Share, and someone was talking to you, making you uncomfortable for any reason, and they just suddenly stopped and left. That's Diluc standing behind you. He's always gentle with you, though. Have you looked at his voicelines? He's a huge sweetheart, he's just got a lot of baggage that he's working through.
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"Master Diluc has taken to personally managing the bar at Angel's Share much more frequently, I've noticed," you overheard Lisa say to Amber as you passed by Good Hunter.
"Really? I don't go in there much, I don't really enjoy drinking, but if he really is, I wonder why?"
Lisa giggled. "Rumor has it that Mondstadt's most eligible is edging closer to no longer being an eligible bachelor."
"Oh, Donna is not going to be happy about that," is the last thing you heard from Amber as you continued on your way to the aforementioned bar.
If you were honest with yourself, you were running out of good reasons to be constantly visiting the bar, and you were also running out of excuses. But the Angel's Share was someplace where you felt comfortable and at home, despite not being anywhere near home.
And also, Diluc was another reason.
Diluc had given you the impression of being a cold, stony man, but as you spent more time in his bar, you got to know him a little better. He was warm, kind in his own ways, and while he was serious and solemn, he had his moments of quiet joys.
But the thought of him possibly having a lover stung just a bit. Of course, you had no claim to him, you were just a friend. But a part of you would like a little more.
You shook the thoughts out of your mind as you pushed open the door to the bar, catching the eyes of Charles.
"You're early, he hasn't come in yet," the man offered as he wiped out a glass.
"Oh, I know. I just thought I would come in first and give him a little gift, is all."
Charles nodded and returned his focus to his task. You picked a table in the meantime, and set down the covered basket you'd been carrying through the city with you. You'd spent a few days collecting items to put into this gift, because with this gift came some unfortunate news.
News that you didn't have time to dweel on, as Diluc came in the backdoor, putting his hair up in the high ponytail you liked so much. He caught sight of you, hairtie in his teeth, and waved with a barely free hand and a small smile.
You watched as he quickly took over for Charles, and manned the bar with ease. You went up to the counter to order a small glass of juice, then returned to your seat as business picked up.
Finally, the flow of traffic settled, and Diluc slipped put from behind the counter to make his way towards you. You gently pushed the basket towards him, and he picked it up gently.
"What's this?"
You fidgeted with your top. "A goodbye gift. I have to go back to the Akademiya in a few days, as my classes start again soon." You sighed, and smiled up at Diluc sadly. "I really enjoyed my time here, and meeting you was a wonderful thing. I really enjoy your company."
"Oh." Diluc sounded.... far more upset than you had been expecting. He gently set the basket down, then tapped your hand gently, a shiver quickly running through you at the touch. "Will you... follow me outside, please?"
You nodded, and let him guide you out of the tavern, through the back door. You expected him to drop your hand there, but he surprised you by taking both your hands gently in his own.
"I know I cannot stop you from leaving. But please. Keep yourself safe. For me." Something else lingered on the edge of his voice. An emotion you couldn't name, but that your soul recognized. Something sweet, melancholy, and tinted by the sound of "goodbye".
Something clicked in your head and you pulled his hands closer to you. "Of course. Protect yourself, as well? For me?"
Diluc nodded. "As you wish." He then embraced you, and after a moment, you returned the embrace. The two of you stood there for a few minutes, just like that.
Sometimes "I love you" hides unspoken in different words, or in small actions. Especially when danger hangs around. But you both knew what the other meant.
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I hope you liked it, sorry it took me so long to get to this! if the ending is weird, ah. I'm sorry. I felt like a pure "I love you" wouldn't do either of you justice, so please forgive me.
