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~Ice and a Frilly Pink Bra~

The boys get captured and your the only one able to help.

Warning: Blood, violence, underwater suffocation scene.

A steady breath left your lips in puffs of white smoke. Snow fell atop the white camouflage as your crouched figure trudged through the thick snow. Your eyes raked through the dense forest for any sign of movement. You recalled what had happened. Following your lead on Markov into a deep Russian winter forest, you were ambushed before you could say “vodka.” You had trailed off to do a piss with Jonny throwing a joke about frozen white butt cheeks and his hopes to see them. You remembered the snow jumping into your collar as you threw yourself to the ground when gun shoots went off. And you remembered Gaz getting jumped, and a gun pressed to his head. The lads were then hauled away. You had been following the group for half a day taking note of the language, defiantly not Russian. Hungarian perhaps. Whatever it was you couldn’t understand it, which meant you had no idea what they wanted with your boys. Seeing as they hadn’t been shot yet, you could only guess they hadn’t gotten it. You settled in between two bushes as a building came into view. You whispered curses under your breath as you raised your gun to look through the site. It was a base, no small one either. Well fortified, with many pretty little toys that could cleave right through your skull. You watched the four men trail through the large gate and then watched them disappear behind it as closed. 

Breathing deeply, you tried to calm your worry as you dropped the sight. What the hell were you gonna do?

In capture situation’s John had enough belief in each of them to handle themselves. After all, your team wasn’t like others. Yet this. Your eyes trailed to the guards you could see counting almost fifty. And that was only those outside. You were going to have to save their asses. 

And if you were going to do that, you were going to need some supplies. After a quick stock up at your temporary camp sight and a detailed stake out you had formed a plan. A completely deranged and idiotic plan, but one that you could see working. Running up to the edge of the frozen lake you quickly got to work chipping away at the surface with the only thing available, a little travel shovel. The base itself had an outcrop that reached over the river. Of which some of their men used to fish on their down time, drilling holes in the ice to catch the poor buggers. When you broke through the surface, you took a few deep breath’s enjoying the last moments of warmth your clothes provided before shrugging your jacket off. Placing the small mouthpiece attached to the little oxygen tank in your mouth, you took a few more deep breaths. You ha been focused on forming the plan to realize how nervous you were. There was no backup now. It was just you. You were the boy’s only chance at survival. Gathering your little bag of goodies, you looked to the left peeking over the gather of rocks that kept you from view. Fear clutched at your heart, warning you of the dangers you were to face. Yet your worry for the boys trumped that. Your eyes narrowed as you stepped froward plunging your body into the icy cold waters. Your eyes adjusted to the dark depths, the moon light refracting of the surrounding ice. For a moment the immense cold locked your body in place. The surrounding pressure threatened to suffocate you. That was until the boys smiling faces ripped through your mind, forcing your lungs to take a deep breath. The cold was excruciating as you swam your way practically blind to your destination. Your face found the underwater chains before your arms did, and with the hit it knocked your oxygen mask from your face. In an panic you blindly searched for it, only for it to bounce between your arms before sinking to the depths. Cursing our clumsiness, you took a firm hold of the chains. Smart of them, not so much for you, though. Yet you had prepared for it. You tried to squeeze through one on the chain’s mesh pattern, only to pull back. You riffled through the bag looking for the familiar feeling of a little square lump of what Jonny called water proof C4. You tried to calm yourself as your lungs began to burn for air. You lumped the C4 to the chain the wires already attached to a little detonator you had prepared before. Getting as much distance, you turned away and pressed the button. A small pop sounded and you turned back to feel the chain link hanging loose. Quickly squeezing yourself though, you looked up, searching to see the small hole. Big enough that four men could all share. 

Your limbs protested as you kicked your way upward.

Inside the small little tent, a man sat fishing pole in hand, hunched over the hole in boredom. The line tugged against his grip, sending him snapping up and quickly reeling it in. Only he frowned as it suddenly stopped, seeming to get caught on something. He frowned as he saw the little yellow lure he used glistening just below the surface. He swore, giving it one more tug before kneeling down and hovering his head above the hole to see what it was snagged on. Not a sound was made, for it all happened to quickly for him to realize. One hand struck out the lantern light flickering across the edge of the blade that cleaved through his throat. His bloodied gasps were silence as he was pulled down into the hole. The red blood plumed around you as you heaved yourself out of the water, gasping as quietly as you could. You took a moment to catch your breath before pulling your body the rest of the way out. “So fucking cold, why do we have to come to these fucken cold places, why not a sunny beach, i’m not fucking built for this god damn fucking weather,” you grumbled to yourself setting the bag down. You pulled out your gun, pulling away the shoddy plastic covering you had improvised with tape wrap and a lighter to keep it waterproof. Then you steeled your nerves, rising to your feet, gun in one hand, knife in the other. Then you set out.

It had been two days since their capture. That was how long you needed to insure you had the guard routes memorised. And during those two days, the boys had had a number done unto them. Bruised and battered to kingdom come, the four of them stood hanging by chained hands from the ceiling just enough so they could stand on their tippy toes but nothing else. There captors wanted information. No surprised there. Yet the boys hadn’t broken, hadn’t uttered a single word in the face of their torture. “I didn’t know you were a ballerina ghost,” Jonny’s quip brought smiles to most of their tired faces. “Didn’t know you had such hairy underarms. Honestly could house a fucken chimp in those things,” Ghost gruff voice sounded as he momentarily let his weight go before picking it back up. Their shirts had been taken from them in efforts to make them more cold, but with their muscle and size it did little. “He grows them out for you to snuggle up to,” Gaz commented. He was the worst of the bunch, with a gash across his left side. “How you holding up, soldier?” John asked. “Just peachy, chief,” Gaz whispered, struggling to keep his eyes open. Three soldiers sat at a makeshift table, playing cards yelled at them. Probably orders to keep quiet. “Why dn’t you come over her and say that to my face, pretty boy,” Ghost taunted. Yet their captors were smart. While their arms were chained, that wouldn’t take their chances with their legs. They were running out of strength, which meant they were running out of time. And John hated to admit it, but he was stumped.  ”So when Y/N saves our asses do with grovel or play it cool?” Jonny asked. “She’s smart. It wouldn’t have taken her long to get in touch with Laswell for reinforcement,” John stated. ”So groveling?” Jonny proposed. ”Don’t do that. You’ll just inflate her ego,” Gaz said. ”You don’t think shell get us out on her own?” Ghost questioned John with a rise of his eyebrow. ”You do?” John wasn’t undermining you. He knew what you were capable of and would trust you with his life. But to take on this base single handedly was suicide. Ghost shrugged with a small nod. ”You know what they say, boss. Love makes you blind,” Jonny grinned smugly. ”Yeah so does a knife,” Ghost threated gently. ”Ghost and Y/N sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-OW!” Jonny cried out as Ghost threw a sharp kick to his thigh.

A knock sounded at the door, readying the men for what they were sure was another torture session. Two soldiers got up, one opening the door and one standing by the side. Just as the door peeked open the barrel of a gun silence slipped through, pressing itself against the man’s forehead. The soft thrum sounded as the guy crumpled to the ground. The other soldier reacted kicking his foot out sending the gun scattering across the room. He then readied his gun training it on the body only for it to slip up the side of the gun and shoulder barge the man. You tumbled to the ground, plating your knife deep into the side of the man’s throat. You squinted through blood shot red eyes, through the haze of your affected gaze to an origin of the frantic yells. You could make out a figure of a man, and a gun. Rolling over, you heaved the man atop you, using his body as a shield for the whole magazine the frighten soldier let out. When you heard the magazine drop to the floor, you lept over the body sprinting towards the blurred figure. Unable to load the gun in time threw out a wild swing. You dropped to the floor, using the momentum to skid across the ground right between his legs. You popped up onto one knee, cutting clean through the back of the man’s knee, bringing him to a screaming kneel. Your hand slapped over his mouth as you dragged the knife firmly across his neck. When he stopped struggling, you pushed the body away, standing there in a panting, shivering mess, your white camo pants and body stained with blood. And a astonishing sight for the lads to see. “Guys?” you questioned hopefully. “What the fuck happened to ye eyes?” Jonny asked at the puffy mess you used to be able to see out of. “There was this little punk that fucking pepper sprayed me. Like the fucken audacity,” you ranted blindly stumbling over to the closest figure. Your hands firmly patted against a few fleshy lumps. “Really in front of others?” Ghost voice reached your ears, bring a warm relived smile across your face. “You ok?” you whispered, blinking up at him hoping to see something of his condition. He relished in the softness of your voice and touch. He reviled in the relief that you were alright. “M’fine. Theres a pulley system to your left, three paces,” he said. You nodded, letting your fingers sweep across his six pack, bringing a pleasant shiver down his back with your cold finger tips. You were quick to release the boys, handing them each a gun you had picked up along the way. “Can ye see,” Jonny asked with what you were sure was a grin. “I can still see that dumb ass grin,” you muttered, giving his chest a slap. At the fleshy contact, you frowned. “Are you all shirtless?” you asked turning to them. To a scene you were sure would have tested all your morals. Four shirtless beasts of men with busted up lips and looking ruff.

“Yep,” Gaz grunted as they helped him down. “This is fucken bull shit. I swear to fucking god this is utter bullshit. Unfair fucken making me haul my ass though snow and a snowmans fucking ball sack to save your sorry kidnapped asses,” you grumbled to yourself as you tried to open a pocket on your pants. The boys all shared small grins. “Bullshit,” you grunted, finally freeing the watch from your pants. “We need to move, the gun shoots gathered attention,” Ghost said, glancing down the hall. “Doc, you got an escape plan?” John asked. “Yeah, um what does that say,” you asked holding the watch up to his face after you failed to read it yourself. “O eight hundred and nineteen,” he said. You frowned, thinking hard for a second. “That can’t be right,” you muttered, doing the calculation in your head. “Wh-” suddenly explosions sounded all around them, shaking the very room so viciously that it sent the group stumbling about. Ghost hand found your waist as he held you steady. The lights flicked before going comply dark, then suddenly an alarm sound and red lights started to flash. “My timing might have been a bit off,” you whispered. The lads all looked wide eyed at you but you couldn’t see their shocked expression as the aftershock of the explosions slowly settled. ”You used my explosives?” Jonny asked seriously. ”Yeah, I didn’t know how much to use so I kinda just guesstimated,” you nodded. A tear fell from Jonny eye as he bear hugged you. ”I’m so proud,” he sniffled like a parent seeing their kid graduate.  

“Jonny your lead, Doc how do we get out,” John asked as they all took their positions at the door. “Won’t be easy with a half blind half limp,” Jonny commented to you and Gaz. “Hook a left, two rights and if I placed the explosive correctly, there will be this big old hole in the wall,” you said walking over to the back of the line. You felt your hand get grasped and tucked into the back of someome’s pants. “Hold tight,” Ghost murmured, wrapping your hand around his belt. “If you want my hands down your pants just say,” you whispered back, gripping the back of his pants tightly. ”Easy,” he grumbled at you light-hearted but dangerous tease. “Alright, stick close. Got the directions, Jonny?” John asked. “Like a fucken GPS boss,” Jonny said as John moved to stand behind you. “Right. On my mark,” he said, allowing the group to settle into the mindset of the drills. “Go,” he said.

Thanks to the explosions that decimated a good half of the base, the group mowed their way through the chaos driven enemies with you handing onto Ghost belt for dear life. You all escaped. 

Making it back to the make shift base of your own, the boys quickly dressed themselves. Not caring for if the boys could see you, you reefed the practically frozen cloths off you. Your teeth were catering and you were shivering something fierce. Ghost moved his body to block your naked figure as he wrapped a blanket around you, worry quickly gripping him. “What were you thinking getting in water in this cold?” he murmured, picking up your hand’s to see them red and swelling. Second degree frostbite. “Sorry, was to buddy thinking about the dumbass who got themselves kidnapped,” you grinned now able to see enough to see the pinch of his eyebrows under the mask he had quickly donned. “The only reason you did ne get kidnapped is cause ye got the bladder the size of a squirrel,” Jonny commented. Ghost gathered your hands clasping his own around it, bringing it up to tuck under his mask. He let out a deep, warm exhale of air. ”Why didn’t you wait for reinforcements?” John asked in a slightly scolding tone. ”Those fuckers were turned into every signal for miles. They would have known I was coming,” you stated. “Hey Simon,” you smiled at his soft gesture. He hummed to focus on his task. “I have hypothermia,” you stated simply. Such a thing was no joke, the human body wasn’t meant to be at such a low temperature and it could be fatal. “Yeah,” Ghost whispered as the boys tuned in on your words. They took a moment to look at you. You looked like a dead man walking, lips blue with all the colour drained from your face. “You sure?” John asked as they quickly started to gather items for a fire. “Well i’m pretty sure Jonny didn’t magically grow a pair of double d’s in a frilly pink bra so yeah,” hypothermia brought on hallucinations. And why the sight was interesting to see you knew it wasn’t a good sign. In your delirium, you hardly noticed you were shuffled around until you suddenly became still. Warmth enveloped your naked body that was held firmly against something. As the something moved, you noticed it was someone. “Wow, now i’m disappointed,” you whispered. “Why’s that?” Simon asked. He had stripped down to his undies to provide more body warmth for you. The two of you were then wrapped up in emergency blankets as set before a fire. Gaz gash was easily tended to by John with a little bit of gauze. “This is the first time you’ve seen me naked. I wanted to do myself up you know. Mabey shave, wear some frilly lingerie,” humour was a good sign. “You don’t put a bumper sticker on a Bently love,” he murmured. “I’m already naked, you don’t need to try so hard,” you whispered sleep tugging at your consciousness. “Hey stay awake love,” he hosted you slightly. You hummed enjoying the pleasant feeling of his big hand stretched across the fat of your thigh holding it in place. You moved to snuggle into his chest resting your head on his clavicle. His thumb gently rubbed against your skin. “I’m just gonna nap, just a bit,” when you finished your sentence you would no be roused from your sleep again.

Ghost would hold you close, worry eating away at him for every passing moment. Luckily they were able to bring your body heat back up. You were rested snugly in his lap for a whole day before you woke up. With no time to waste you were jostled into some dry gear. “Can you walk?” John asked as you huddled around the tin door. You nodded, taking a step forward only to falter. With not a miss in beat Ghost reached down scoping you up into a bridal carry and marching out with the rest of the lads. “Simon, I can walk,” you knew you couldn’t. “You saved our asses, again. Let the man carry you,” Gaz quickly shut down any further protests. “Sure again,” you chuckled. “You did well, soldier,” John spoke up from the front of the group voicing the thanks you knew all the men shared. “If I did so well, you could have at least kept your shirts off until I could see,” you said, making Jonny chuckle. “Careful now. I could be the jealous type,” Ghost whispered loud enough for only you to hear. You looked up to see his gaze set forward. “Oh really,” you smirked slightly. “That right, I don’t like to share wat’s mine,” his voice dropped dangerously low as he looked down holding your eye contact. Mine, well, you didn’t dislike the way he said that. Your cheeks flushed as you narrowed your eyes challengingly. “I’m not an object to own,” you said. “Of course not. You're a strong woman with your own wants and wills. You could never be an object to me,” Your gaze softened at the sincerity at his words. “But you're still my woman,” he stated intently. My woman! You could have melted in his arms right there. “Fucken hell,” you grumbled in defeat.

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Shoresy x Reader

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At the beginning of a practice the blueberry bull dogs were getting ready. That was until Shorsey stood and took center stage of the changing room. Seeing he wanted to announce something the boys all got quiet. ”Alright. Announcement,” Shoresy called. He looked to his left and to the right. ”Y/N’s come home,” his announcement was met by cheers of excitement from all those who were a part of the pervious team. ”I hope she brings her cookies,” Sanguinet whispered with a giddy smile. ”Of course she’s bringing her fucken cookies. What do you think this is? A fucken funeral?” Shorsey snarked. ”Dosen’t she bring cookies to funerals as well?” Michales asked. ”Shut the fuck up Michales,” Shorsey yelled. ”Who the hell is Y/N?” Hitch asked. ”She’s Shorsey’s girl,” Fish said with a grin. Catcalls, cheers, wolf whistles, and everything in between were heard as Shoresy blinked with a plain face. ”RIght well, get that reaction out your system,” he said spitting into his cup. ”When she coming in?” Sanguinet asked. ”Fifty mintues or so,” Shorsey shrugged. ”Is she bringing cookies?” Fish asked. Shorsey sighed deeply, widening his eyes, daring Fish to ask it again. ”Alright, some of you already know the rules. But since there are a few new fuckers here, lets get a few things straight,” Shoresy spit into his cup clearing his throat. ”She is my future wife. You make a move on her. I’ll move your permanent residence to the grave. She’s an amazing fucken woman and she’s got a heart of gold as big as the fucken Atlantic. She can take a joke and can hand it back twice as hard, but you better fucken know your limits. If she offers you a cookie fucken take it. They’re the best fucken things in the world. If your allergic give your balls a tug and eat the fucken cookie,” Shoresy took on a surprisingly serious tone as he addressed the room. ”There worth it,” Sanguinet grinned like a little kid to encourage the new arrivals. ”Damn fucken right they are,” Shorsey said. “Anyway. Treat her right. Disrespect her my and my stick will disrespect your whole top row. Understood?” he asked. Hesitant but understanding, nods were passed around the room.

”Did I hear Y/N’s back?” Ziig asked, poking her head into the locker room with an excited smile. ”Y/N’s back?” Miig asked, looking around the room expectantly. ”Jesus christ we could have been naked,” Shorsey said, turning to glare at the two. ”Don’t worry, we didn’t bring our binoculars,” Ziig snapped. ”Yeha you would need binoculars to see over that big fucken nose,” Shorsey said. ”Fuck you Shorsey,” Miig glared. ”Fuck you Miig, barging in to the locker room is probably the only time you’ll be able to see a naked guy,” Shorsey bit back. ”Fuck you Shorsey,” Ziig glared. “Fuck you Ziig, go fetch a bone,” he turned away. ”She’s coming in about fifty minutes,” Sanguinet said. The two sisters excitedly ran off to tell Nat and to wait for your arrival. ”I thought your room had a feminine touch,” Goody commented. ”Really, what gave it away there bud? The tampons or the dresses hanging in the closet?” Shorsey asked. ”The plant in the cute little shark pot,” he said. ”Ye that thing is pretty cute,” Shorsey muttered. ”Right lets get to it,” he clapped. Throughout practice, many players’ eyes would shift to the entrance awaiting the excited newcomer. The new members were all excited to see who had managed to collar the great untamable Shorsey. And then it happened. The doors opened, and every head turned towards it. And there a woman walked. She was tall sporting beautiful black heels set under legs that could make any mans head snap round. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, a tight waist and a bountiful bosom. Her face was perfectly set atop smooth tanned skin and piercing blue eyes. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched and pointed and her hair curled around her head. Not a single strand was out of place. Whistles echoes from the boys as she came to a standstill flicking some hair over her shoulders. Shoresy’s face broke into an excited grin. ”Hi I think I’m in the wrong place. I’m looking for the platies studio?” she said, smiling at the group of handsome man. ”Oh that’s down the street. About two building down to the left,” a small voice spoke up from behind her. Having entered at the same time there was another woman behind the first. She was wrapped head to toe in winter coats and a beanie on her wavy brown hair and a scarf was piled around her neck coming up to her nose, leaving only a set of rosy cheeks and brown eyes poking out. She was much shorter than the woman, only a whopping 5’2.

”Oh thanks,” the woman quickly turned on her heel and walked out. ”MY GOD! WHAT A FUCKING STUNNING WOMAN!” Shorsey yelled out. A beaming smile broke onto your face as you shuffled further into the room, pulling your scarf down. ”Your too late. She’s already out the door,” you called back. ”MY GOD HER VOICE IS BETTER THAN HER ASS! SOUNDS LIKE THE FUCKEN PERLY GATES OPANING TO HEAVAN,” Shorsey called as he started to skate over. ”You wish my gates would open!” you called. ”WHAT’S IT GONNA TAKE? A NICE LITTLE BACK MASSAGE? A BIG BUCKET OF FRYED CHICKEN? YOU ME AND A COUPLE BEERS?” he asked, his voice going softer and softer as you made your way closer to the barrier. ”How about a kiss?” you asked, feeling the same giddy butterflies the man always made you feel. ”Missing tooth and all?” he asked with his little cheeky smirk. ”Missing tooth and all,” you smiled as you both stopped at the barrier. ”Come ere you,” with one swoop his arm reached over the barrior, capturing your waist and heaving you up, planting his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. You had been away from each other for an entire month so you can say the kiss got a little heavy. But it was still so gentle and romantic that cat calls were heard from behind him. ”God I missed you so much,” Shoresy pulled you to sit you on the barrier as he looked up to you like the goddess he believed you were. ”I guess I missed you a little to,” you grinned gently pinching his chin. ”Well I missed you like mad. Like I literally almost went mad. At one point I saw a bun of bread that reminded me of your cheeks and I almost kissed it,” he admitted honestly. You swear the man’s main goal was just to make you smile. ”Ass or face?” you asked as he pulled you closer. He thought for a hard moment. ”Well it was your face, but I guess it could resemble your ass. Wait no it dosen’t have that cute little,” your hand gently slapped his chest, shutting him up, but he smirked in its place. ”God I love you woman,” he shock his head. ”Love you too,” you smirked, reaching up to give him another little peck. ”You gonna introduce us Shoresy or should we give you two the ice,” one of the men called. You blushed, ducking your head. ”Get your asses over here then,” Shorsey called. ”Ready to meet the new team?” he asked as they all made their way over.

”Depends, are they good?” you asked with a cheeky smile. ”Yeah well, they’re not the worst,” he shrugged sliding to the side to face the team and put you of full presentation, his arm coming to rest across your lower back to keep you balanced and his hand on your thigh behind you. ”Right from left to right. Goody, JJ, Hitch, it’s funny because his full name is Ted Hitchcock and if you say it fast, it sounds like a ten inch cock. You got Dolo, you already know Mitch,” ”As a Goalie?” you asked with a propped eyebrow. ”What? Don’t think it suits me?” Mitch asked. ”Shut the fuck up Mitch,” Shoresy snapped. ”It’s a new look, you enjoying it?” you asked. Mitch smiled bashfully with a nod of his head. “Than that’s all that matters,” you added. ”God fucken damn. So soppy,” Shorsey smiled up at you. ”Shut it you,” you gently nudged him. ”Holy shit, he’s whipped,” Dolo whispered to JJ in French. ”Ah some French speakers. I recently went to Quebec. Beautiful place,” you spoke in French earning wide eyes from to two. ”She’s bilingual. Christ mate how did ya manage that?” Hitch asked. ”Anyway. Lads, this is Y/N. Y/N the lads,” Shorsey nodded between you two. ”How ya going mates?” you asked, your accent coming clear through. ”What did she say?” JJ asked. ”Now you know how we feel, you fucken whale,” Shoresy snapped at him. ”Shoresy,” you scolded him softly. ”Apologies, you fucken beached whale,” he added. ”Good christ man she’s not American is she?” Hitch asked. ”Worse, Australian,” you said with a wide smile. ”Austrian?” Dolo asked. ”No, Australian. It’s got an L in it,” Goddy said. ”What’s the difference?” Dolo asked. You chuckled as you watched them interact. ”So way back when the English rounded up all the criminals and fucked em of to the death trap of a tit fuck huge island. That’s where she’s from,” Shoresy said, nodding to you. ”So she’s a brit,” Hitch asked. ”Fuck no,” you chuckled. ”And who’s that handsome stud over there? Mister coach now?” you called across the rink to Sanguinet who smiled. ”And get ready. This one’s gonna be hard to remember,” Shoresy said. ”Oh god really. How did your brain go with that one? Need a tune up yet or is it still puting along?” you asked knocking your knuckle on Shoresy’s helmet. ”Not gonna lie after it saw you it started to short circuit a bit,” he admitted with a shrug. You chuckled as you looked at the next three. ”Ready?” Shorsey asked. You nodded. ”Jim,” ”Hello,” the first with a mohawk nodded to you. You nodded back. ”Jim,” ”Morning,” the one with long hair greeted. ”And last but not least, Jim,” ”It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N. I hope we get to know each other better,” the last one said with a small smile. ”So Jim, Jim, Jim, Teddy, Dolo, Goody and JJ,” you called them all off. ”That sounds a’bout right,” Shoresy nodded. "Y/N!” you all looked behind you as Miig and Ziig barreled down the hall towards you. ”Fuck me,” Shoresy groaned, holding you tighter. Knowing what was going to happen, you turned to him. ”Ill see you after practice ok,” you said leaning forward to pepper the mans face in kisses.

”YOU CAN”T HAVE HER!” Shoresy yelled in defiance, cadging his arms around you. Miig and Ziig almost knocked you off the barrier as they hugged you. Going on and on about how they missed you. “Jesus christ,” Shoresy grunted as he tried to move away from the two while still holding you. ”Well she’s ours now, sluts,” Miig said, grabbing your legs and giving you a tug. ”I’ll see you soon,” you said, giving Shorsey a last long kiss. ”Gross,” Ziig gagged, pushing Shoresy’s face away from yours and shoved herself between you two. ”I promise you, I’m gonna treat you so well tonight,” Shoresy smiled his little love sick smile as he still held on to you. ”Oh yeah?” you asked. ”Oh yeah. You’ll regret every second you spent away,” he said. You smiled as you were finally pulled away and basically kidnapped. And boy that night did Shoresy keep to his promise. Yet the best moment of it all, Shorsey would admit was just having you in his arms that night. Tucked into his side, completely tuckered out from the pervious activities. The next morning Shoresy would walk out of his room earning nods of respect from his fellow roommates who, despite your very best efforts, heard just how skilled Shoresy was. You weren’t able to look your new roommates in the eyes for at least a week after that.

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=The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

=Chapter 3=

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Once the dust of the new arrival had settled, the men were outside tending to the ship as they hit a bout of harsh winds. Looking through your bag for the twentieth time you sighed as you came to the realization. Now in a pair of brown pants held up by a pair of suspenders set atop a light blue button up your bare feet slapped against the deck as you walked past all the men who gave you sideways looks coming to stop in front of your brother who was tending to some ropes. ”We have a problem,” you announced, pocketing your hands. ”What is it?” Gus asked, slightly concerned. ”I haven’t any boots,” you stated. He frowned, looking down to your bare feet that you wriggled. ”You didn’t bring any with you?” he asked. ”I did. Quit a nice pair, actually. Couldn’t swim in them, though. The flight suit was doing wonders to try and drown me,” you explained. ”So why not take the flight suit off?” he asked. ”Well, that would mean I would arrive on deck with nothing but my skivvies. While I’m sure the gents would have enjoyed that I dought you would have,” you explained. ”I much prefer the flight suit actually,” Lassen’s comment earned a glare from Gus, making him chuckle. A smirk pulled at your lips as you looked back at Lassen who simply smiled. ”I would prefer the skivvies,” Freddy pipped in. ”Shut it Freddy,” Gus ordered. ”Yes sir,” Freddy smiled.

”Any of you boys have a spare pair?” Gus asked. Shortly after, Lassen placed a pair of boots in front of you. You propped an eyebrow, looking up at the smiling Swed. ”While I greatly appreciate the offer,” you picked up the boot that almost dwarfed the size of your head. “I’m more likely to drown in this boot than I was the sea,” you finished. ”Well it’s the only spare pair we have,” Gus said, taking the other. ”There are the best boots on the market,” Lassen boasted. ”How so? Made of special squirrel leather?” you asked. ”Yes, how did you know?” Lassen quick response to your quip had you smiling. A smile he found dangerously contagious. ”I could make it work. But I’ve had to gut the poor buggers. I’d hate to ruin such a good pair of boots,” you said. ”Please, think of it as a gift. A welcome to the team,” Lassen stated with a shrug. In spite of his statement he looked reminiscent on the pair of boots. ”Ah of course. Welcome to the team. Now let me cut up a pair of boots you clearly have some attachment to,” you took the boot from your brother holding them out to Lassen. ”I grew up running barefoot through the shire. I’ll be fine until we acquire another pair,” you gave a thankful nod and a kind smile. ”I insist,” he shock his head pleasantly surprised at your kind gesture. ”So do I,” you said. With a huff, he smile tilting his head to the side. ”Then I suppose we are at a standstill,” he said. ”It seems we are,” you sighed. ”Only difference is, when I’m stood at a stand still I never back down,” you finished pulling the boots back to you starting to fiddle with the laces. ”Neither do I,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. The poor shirt he was wearing strained at the flex of his muscles. You hummed as you took in the apple assortments of such he had. ”What ever shall we do then?” you questioned. ”Please Ma’am. No lady should be walking around bare foot while a man stands booted beside her,” he explained. You chuckled at the address. ”Listen closely, boys. Ma’am is not something I like to be called. You can call me Pat. Patsy, Patience. Miss or lad. Anything but Ma’am,” you beckoned Lassen down. He frowned but obeyed, leaning down. ”Good las,” you smiled, slinging the boots you tied together by the laces around his neck. Giving his cheek a little pat you smirked before moving away. He paused a wide smile spreading across his face as he straightened up to watch you walk away. ”Also,” you stated, pulling your sniper out of its case. Sliding a magazine into it, you cocked the gun. “We have a large ship off the starboard side,” you said, resting your gun on the roof of the control room. The boys instantly moved to examine it, squinting through the sun. You leaned down, looking through the scope. Seeing the nazi symbol you tisked. ”And they don’t look friendly,” you stated. ”What are we looking at, Patsy?” Gus asked. ”A problem,” you admitted honestly. You took in the large turret gun. “A rather like one at that,” you continued. ”Possibility of being blown to bits at the first sign of aggression?” Gus asked. ”100% Gusly,” you said, looking up from the scope. ”Right well. Hasey how’s your Swedish?” Gus asked. ”Non existing sir,” Hasey admitted. “Accent?” you asked. ”Only the one I was born widh,” he said. ”Right Hasey hidden below deck. Well stay up here, Pat you hide that gun of yours until the times right,” Gus said. ”You know I’m a terrible shot close distance brother,” you said. ”How does that work?” Hasey asked. ”Well the closer someone gets to me, the better the chance of my bullet misses,” you explained. ”You could hide down below,” Gus suggested. You chuckled amused by the suggestion. ”And miss a chance to gut a Nazi?” you laughed, shaking your head. ”Right then. Freddy,” Gus finalized, turning to Freddy with a grin. ”You're going for a swim,”

You watched the small little boat filled with Nazi solider’s trudge up to the boat. ”Stay safe Pat,” he whispered. ”Never,” you grinned. It was always your saying. Every time before you were about to go into something dangerous, he would say it. And you would respond the same way. The small boat pulled up to the side and in it stood a small little angry german. Lassen waited by the opening with his hands on his hips. There was a stale air as you waited. ”Where do you sail from?” from his little wings on his shoulders you assumed he was a Major asked in German. “Er, Sweden,” Lassen’s demeanor seemed to do a complete turn as he played the part of innocent little fisher. ”Do you speak the English?” the Major asked. ”I’m... I’m... Swedish but I speak a little English,” Lassen said. ”We’re coming on board,” The Major stated. They quickly filed onto the vessel the Major ordering the boat to be searched. ”All are welcome. All are welcome,” Lassen now stood next to the steering wheel beckoned them all on as they passed by. You stood by the entrance of the below deck smiled, giving small greetings. ”Even the little one. He can come too. Welcome,” while you could understand why Lassen was so nonchalant about it, you couldn’t muster any more than a smile as the Major stepped up to you, looking you up and down, his eyes shamelessly resting on your chest for a moment longer. But being a woman, his question wasen’t for you. He turned to the boys. ”Why are you here?” The Major asked accusingly. ”Just a little sailing holiday,” Gus said with a rather good Swedish accent. The major hummed, his gaze turning back to you. Where his eyes once again fell to your chest. Seeing the gaze and the discomfort it brought you, Lassen stepped up, placing a hand on the Majors shoulder, drawing his gaze from you. ”A jolly holiday trip,” he said. ”Take your hands off,” the major demanded, his already sour gaze turning more so. While there was little suspicion about it, he didn’t trust them in the slightest. Or perhaps he didn’t like them. ”Papers? Passport?” He asked. Gus pointed to the control room where Lassen reached in and retrieved said forged papers. Your eyes flicked to the man behind you as they searched every part of the boat. Lassen handed them over, “Here you go,” knowing they were well-forged passports. The major wasn’t able to find any fault in them.

”Any other people on the boat?” he asked. ”Just the three of us,” Gus stated with an innocent shake of his head. ”Anybody else down there?” The major called down below deck. ”Nein,” one responced. ”Even so. A lone woman on a ship with two men. Of which she shares no last name to,” The major returned to full height flipping open your passport. Your heart sunk, but you kept your face calm. ”Ah. You see, In Sweden we are a very progressive country. Equality between man and woman is very important to us,” Lassen called. The major hummed again, a sick smile twisting his face. It wasn’t a good enough reason. You could see it. ”Ack, don’t be like that,” you chuckled bashfully. “You will excuse my fiance, he is a little shy. I told him I had never been out to sea before. He surprised me with this little holiday to celebrate our engagement,” you played the blushing bride as you smiled innocently batting your eyelashes. Leaning closer, you whispered. “You know how men are, they would rather roll over dead than admit they have a soft side for their women,” you chuckled. The Major studied you looking for any lies. You could see the clogs ticking in his mind. One more push. You moved your mother’s old wedding band you wore on your middle finger to your enjoyment finger before holding it up wiggling the gold band, it catching the sun and the Major’s eyes. He was convinced. Although he wasn’t happy about what he was convinced of. ”It is a shame you are engaged. If not, we could have taken you aboard for a proper celebration,” The major was a man at sea, had been at sea for a long time. To see a woman in any state would arouse the desires he had not been able to tend to. You could feel the eyes on you, the sicking hunger they all shared for fresh meat. “Perhaps we still will,” he reached up, dragging his fingers down your cheek. You forced a laugh at the disgusting feeling that washed over you as you dropped your cheek, subtly moving away from him. ”Come, come, we have lots to eat...” Lassen stepped up behind him, firmly directing him to the table of food and wine you had set out in hopes to appease them. ”Take your dirty hands off me!” The major snapped. All at once it was like someone had tripped a wire. The soldiers scattered around the deck all trained their gun on you all. Most on Lassen who was harshly shoved back at gun point till he was forced to sit on the ledge by the steering wheel. You yourself was pushed up against the mast. ”And you, put your hands in the air!” The major snapped towards Gus who did what he was ordered. You all held your breath as Gus and Lassen shared a look. There were a few moments of silence before a huffy laughed crept up from Gus. ”Oooh! Ho-Ho!” Lassen quickly caught on laughing as well as he pointed to Gus. “You’re in trouble now! You’ve been a naughty boy!” he teasingly called out as they both broke into drunken laughter. The major glanced down to the almost empty wine bottle. ”I’ll give you 100 francs to shoot him,” Lassen offered. ”Don’t shoot me!” Gus mockingly waved his raised arms. The major looked between them, bewildered. ”He hates Germans. You should really shoot him,” Lassen said. If only the major knew. ”I... I’m sorry. You are very scary,” Gus tried to get his laughter under control as the major debated his life’s decisions.

”Make him walk the plank. He loves wood,” Lassen added. The major then looked to you, who gave a sheepish shrug of your shoulder. Moving past you, he approached Lassen. ”Dirty drunken animal!” he slapped the passports back to his chest. ”Guilty as charged,” Lassen sung with a smirk that had their laughter striking up again. ”Lets get rid of them,” your blood ran cold at the german which you perfectly understood. “Take the woman,” he ordered, his dirty gaze claiming you as his prize. Your hand slipped behind your back, catching your brother’s gaze. He knew you could speak german. And he knew you heard the words whispered. You placed your thumb in the middle of your palm and closed your finger around it. It was a simple enough sign. It meant danger. Not that you needed to pass on the information. ”I carry a can of kerosene for just these sorts of occasions,” he nodded to one of the solider’s who received the spoken of can. “It’s been a while, but the last time someone laughed at me when I boarded their vessel, I gave them the choice. Either swim to shore or take their chances on a burning ship,” the major looked between you all. To all your faces as the smiles left from them. Lassen glanced over his shoulder to the solider pouring kerosene onto the deck. “Hans and I wondered which option they’d choose, death by water or death by fire. Oddly, they chose both,” he smirked. ”They made it until the very last moment, until their hair was on fire,” he commented reaching out to tug a strand of your hair. “And their blistered skin,” his hands trailed down, slipping between your buttons popping the top three and flicking the material open to show the top of your cleavage. “Peeled from their fingers, before they immersed themselves in water in the vain hope of reaching shore,” he hummed in satisfaction taking a moment to admire your bosom before nodding to two of his men who flanked you. The man pouring the kersone did so right over Lassen’s boots.

”One of them sank immediately and perished. But to our amazement, the big one, he showed great spirit. In spite of all the odds...he painstakingly made it to shore,” he moved away from you, focusing on the boys, the kersone spilling over the food you were defiantly going to eat. You looked over the poor destroyed treats running your tongue over your teeth. You could feel your patience getting thin. The boys were getting riled up as well. The cruelness of the Majors story was sickening. ”We followed and cheered him on,” The major feigned encouraged excitement. “And rewarded this impressive achievement with a bullet, to the back, of his head,” Lassen eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. A cruel man. “Isn’t that funny? Why aren’t you laughing?” the major asked. The tension was so thick at that point just about anything could cut it. What did though was a bang, then the sound of bullets firing from below deck. The soldiers erupted in confusion and at the very second Lassen snapped up his arm, lashing out. The knife he gripped with white knuckles slashed clean across the major’s throat. The blood sputtered from the clutched wound, the crimson red running through the pretty white sailor’s uniform. He then turned to the one on his left and did the same. Gus unveiled the gun he had hidden under the table, taking out the soldier who stood on the far front of the ship than the one at the other. You stamped your foot down on the edge of your gun, hidden by a simple rucksack, and the barrel snapped up into your hold. Hoisting it up, you tucked your finger on the trigger, tilting the gun first to the left, hovering it right under the solders chin before blowing his brains into a beautiful burst of red. You then tilted it to the right and did the same. Hasey emerged from below, quickly taking out another two while Gus took out one that ran from around the side. Hasey walked past you as you hoisted your gun up into a proper position, taking out the one that followed him as he took out the remaining soldier on the boarding boat. You all then turned to Lassen as he expertly dispatched the last three with nothing but his knife. He walked past you shoving a solider, all the while stabbing his neck until he went limp. He then shoved him to the side before literally gutting the last one before shoving him over the side of the ship. The solider he had killed moments before hung over over the railing. Reaching down Lassen grabbed the scuff of his pants, lifting it and chucking him over board. All of which Gus watched with a bemused smile and you with an impressed prop of your eyebrow. ”Nice work, Lassen,” Gus cheerily said setting his gun down. With all the danger now disposed of, you let your gun lower.

“Work, looked more like art to me,” you said, Lassen giving you a breathy nod of acknowledgement. ”There’s more where they came from,” he said, gesturing to the war ship behind him. ”Yes,” Gus squinted off. You moved forward, getting yourself ready, resting your gun on the railing as you kneeled. Lassen groaned as he heaved up the dead major with one hand, the other pupating the major’s hand to wave limply. Gus opened his spy glass, looking through it. ”Not sure it’s working, Lassen. The captain looks rather agitated,” Gus stated as Freedy emerged from the sea hoisting himself up onto the boarding boat. ”They’re bringing their guns to bear,” Gus barely finished the sentence when a missile was shot. The boys all looked behind them as the missile exploded into the sea a fair distance from the boat. ”They’ll find their range soon sir,” Hasey warned. ”Freddy, should we be worried?” Gus asked. ”Oh, I don’t think so, sir. It’s a rather large explosive, so I set a rather large fuse. I located the outside of the powder room, so when it goes bang, it really should go bang,” Freddy explanation was finished by another missile firing. ”Closer...” Hesey stated, the worry clear in his voice. ”Taking out the captain won’t stop the missiles,” you stated. ”Bet you a tenner for a cock shot on the captain,” Gus suggested. A split second later you had changed target and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out and you pulled back. Gus chuckled maniacally as the captain doubled over, clutching what remained as blood spattered onto the wall behind him. ”Should be any second now, chaps,” Freddy stated. You had to admit you were getting nervous. They seemed to have their range now. The boys felt it, two nervously shifting from foot to foot. ”Freddy?!” Gus questioned. A moment later the explosive went off, then the powder went off, resulting in a spectacular explosion. You whistled as the wind from the explosion wafted over you all. ”Good work, Frederick,” Gus congratulated him. ”Thank you, Captain. Now, any chance you can tell us what we’re doing here, sir?” he asked. You propped your gun against your shoulder looking at your brother, wondering the exact same thing. ”Dry yourself off, frogman, and I’ll tell you,“ Gus said, collapsing the spyglass. ”The curiosity is eating us all up, sir,” Hasey said.

”So fiance?” Lassen asked as you all waited for Freddy. ”What you didn’t know?” you asked with a half serious expression. ”Lassen you bastard. Didn’t even ask for my blessing,” Gus commented. ”I would have if I had known. I mean, it’s all so sudden. I’ve only met you this morning,” Lassen said gesturing to you. ”Your right. It was a rather long courting period,” you nodded, a smile breaking your face as you couldn’t keep up the act. Hesey watched in amusement at the interaction. ”Do I have any say in the matter?” Lassen asked, raising his eyebrows. ”Course not darling dear,” you grinned. Lassen grinned back, taking note of the funny feeling that stirred within him. The way you called him darling. He liked it very much. Once Freddy had changed, you all gathered around the table all looking to Gus expectantly. Freddy was seated at the table. Hasey leaned against the stairs and Lassen found himself a seat on one of the beds. You sat opposite your brother fiddling with some of the charting instruments. ”I apologize for all the secrecy, chaps. But this is an unsanctioned, unofficial, and unauthorized mission. If we’re picked up by the Brits, we will all go to jail. If we’re picked up by the Germans, torture and death,” Gus explained. Lassens lips twitched up in a a half smirk at the audacity Gus had. You leaned back in your chair. You knew it was going to be a danger. Your brother only ever called on you when he absolutely needed it. ”So, it’s just the four of us, and her then?” You frowned at the slight quip Freddy unknowingly gave. After all he held no malice in his words. ”Five of us, And Captain Appleyard,” Gus said. You perked up at the name of your old friend. ”Granny’s gonna be there?” you asked. The nick name granny came around in a sort of roundabout way. Appleyard = apples = apple pie = granny smith’s apple pies = granny. ”He’s responsible for securing this information. He is, however, in a spot of bother. He is being held by the Germans on La Palma,” you frowned at the news as Gus pointed out the small speck on the map. ”Our first job is to liberate,” Gus stated simply. ”Oh, so, that’s all, is it?” Hasey asked sarcastically. ”No. We need to confirm Appleyard’s intelligence. That’s why there are two more agents on their way to Fernando Po by train, as we speak,” Gus explained. You picked up a measuring instrument, plotting it along the map to ruffly calculate the time it would take to get there. ”Doing what, exactly?” Lassen asked. ”They’ll be ensuring that those ships are filled with supplies, so they’re worth blowing up in the first place,” Gus said. ”I mean any german ship it worth blowing up,” you muttered. ”True but these ships insure and supply the uboats that have been giving us a hard time,” Gus explained. ”No u boats means Americans on British soil and the British feed,” you whispered realizing the importance of such a mission. Gus nodded. The seriousness of it all sunk in to the group. ”So no pressure, then?” you stated with a bright smile.

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The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

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A new little thing as an Anders Lassen romance.

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=The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

Upon the Maid Honour the four gentlemen sat around their communication device. Hasey listened closely on the headphones writing down the translated morse code. ”Rendezvous confirmed. Arriving by Aunt Hilda,” Hasey read out as they all turned to Gus, who smirked. ”Aunt Hilda?” Freddy asked. ”When we were children, we were looked after by our aunt. Mean old woman. We called her the enemy. It means dear old pat will be arriving in an enemy vessel,” Gus seemed to ponder the strangeness to it just as the others did. ”Enemy vessel. Hell be bringing Nazis with him?” Lassen asked. ”No, Pat’s far too smart for that. Probably nicked a boat and doesn’t want us to blow it up,” Gus shrugged. ”So this Pat fella. A sniper, you say?” Freddy asked, voicing the curiosity they all shared. ”One of the best,” Gus stated proudly. ”Some to watch our backs from afar?” Hasey acknowledged the well thought out addition. Having the extra security of a guardian angle watching over them would provide unfathomable reassurance. ”Exactly. Our own little guardian angle,” Gus nodded. ”And when will our angle arrive?” Lassen asked.

A day later, all the men, minus Apple, stood upon the deck of the ship. Gus finished his last rotation, sighing as he lowered his spyglass. ”Two hours late. It’s not looking good,” Freddy commented, taking a draw of his pipe as he rested up against the railing. ”Your right. Dear old Pat’s never late. Something’s wrong,” Gus muttered, a sinking feeling filling his gut. ”Don’t worry. If he shares any of your blood he’ll be fine,” Hasey had heard of Pat many a time. And he knew how deeply Gus cared for his younger sibling. ”Still,” Gus tapped the spyglass nervously as he scanned the horizon. Lassen sat atop the roof of the boat, frowned as a soft buzzing entered his ears. Tilting his head, he listened closer. ”Can you hear that?” he asked. ”Hear what?” Freddy asked. Turning his head once again Lassen held his hand to point to the sky. ”That,” he said. The rest of them listened in and after a few seconds, they could hear it. ”Sounds like a,” Hasey trailed off as they all shared a look. ”A plane,” Gus finished as they all stood to their feet, each searching the sky in worry. For there was another threat upon the path of the sea they were taking. Nazi bombers looking for British destroyers to sink. Bombers that if they didn’t find what they were, looking for could take out their anger on a little Swedish fishing boat. ”There!” Freddy pointed out to the left of the boat. They all rushed to the side, Gus looking through the spyglass. There, painted with big nazi’s symbols, was a fighter plane, headed stright towards them. ”ARM YOURSELVES MEN!” Gus’s yell had them all scrambling for weapons. Hasey was the first down below deck, rushing for where they kept the guns. Freddy jumped down after him. Gus and Lassen watched as the plane swooped down faster than expected. ”TAKE COVER!” Hasey emerged from below deck his gun raised searching for the plane, his head jerking up as it soared over head. Seeing a mass dropping from the plane, they all threw themselves to cover. What they assumed to be a bomb landed on the deck with a heady thud and a slight bounce. After a few seconds of not being blown to bits, they all recovered, looking at the so-called bomb. Gus was the first to approach. ”It’s a bag,” he stated, unzipping it to find an assortment of clothes and guns inside. They all turned to the right where the plane continued to fly, away and lowering inch by inch steadily. To their surprise, the pilot jumped from the plane, disappearing into the water below. Shortly after, in an explosive mess, the plane crashed into the waves.

Calmly the leather flight cap bobbed from the depths of the waves to watch the plane you had previously been in sink into the waves. With a small satisfied smile you turned around and started to swim towards the ship.

As you approached, you paused slightly. You couldn’t see your brother. The possibility of the meetup being a trap was quite probable. After all, you have made a long list of enemies. Your hand clasped around your lower leg where the outline of a knife handle could be felt. With your assurance plan still intact, you continued on. You were in quit a large flight suit which in no way made it easy to swim, but it also covered your womanly curves. Gus, and Freddy held their new acquaintance at gun point as you heaved yourself up the side of the boat. Coughing and sputtering, you played the waterlogged victim as you kneeled down. Hasey with a handgun in hold, crept forward. ”You alright lad?” Hasey tried to get a better look at your face, keeping his distance while slowly creeping forward. Only he wasn’t distanced enough. You took one quick look around, your vision clouded and stinging from the salt water, made out no recognizable features. So you did the next logical thing. Your hand slipped under your pant leg gripping the knife tightly as you lept forward, elbowing Hasey in the neck. The poor lad gasped in shock as you took his hand, spinning his arm around, holding it in a lock, as you kicked out the back of his knee, bringing him to kneel.

Your movements were too quick and sudden for them to react, and you held Hasey in such a way that you used his body to shield your own. With a painful twist of the arm, his gun clattered to the deck. The glint of metal put them all on edge as you pressed the blade to the lad’s neck. Now these were strangers to you, quite possibly enemies. More than likely, Nazi’s with the guns they held towards you. So you held no remorse as you pressed the blade into the soft flesh, drawing a drop of blood. You cursed yourself for the stupidity of falling for such a trick, your mind racing with an impossible plan to get yourself out of the mess you had made. ”DROP THE BLADE!” Freddy demanded. You paused. English?

”Come on now, don’t be stupid,” another said with a heavy Swedish accent. Swedish? You peeked out from behind the lad’s shoulder. ”Shoot em!” he yelled. Irish? ”You’re not Nazi’s,” your soft voice, although gruff, was unmistakably feminine. That fact had them all pausing in shock. ”I would hope not,” a voice all too familiar drew your gaze to the man that held the gun to the left. ”Gusley?” you questioned. Gus’ eye widened at the familiar nickname. ”Pat?” he questioned. You moved further out from behind the lad, displaying your full face. You blinked rapidly, your vision clearing as you squinted. It was your brother, you were sure of that. Only you almost didn’t recognise him with his new but stylish beard. ”What on earth have you got on your face?” you asked. ”What? You don’t like it? I think it’s rather stylish,” Gus laughed in joy at your arrival, brushing his hand down the length of his beard. The other men frowned but eased up at the sudden friendly exchanged between the two. Even though they were beyond confused as to why he referred to you as Pat. ”Captain, who is this?” Freddy asked hesitantly. ”Ah Caps. It is my incredible honour to introduce to you Pat. Pat is short for Patience, my dear little sister,” Gus smiled brightly. A smile that greatly over shunned the utterly perplexed expressions of his fellow sailors. ”Pat This is Anders Lassen, Freddy Alvares, and that poor chap your seconds away from decapitating is Henry Haynes,” Gus introduced the small group. You frowned, looking down at the lad. ”Malcoml’s little brother?” you asked. ”The one and only,” Gus stated. ”Can’t be, he’s far too pretty,” you said, Hasey unsure whether or not he should be offended by the statement looked to Lassen for help. Just as confused as he was, Lassen shrugged. You looked to the giant of the man, your eyes flickering worriedly down to the knife he held at the ready. Then back up to his eyes as your gazes meet. Handsome, you thought. ”Agreed. But don’t suppose you could let him go, regardless. He’s looking a little frightened,” Gus said. Realizing it wasn’t a trap, your body relaxed your hold on the lad, losing raising your blade up with an open palm to show you meant no harm. At the action, the other men seemed to calm down, their weapons lowering. Hayes scampered from you retreating to the safety behind Freddy’s gun. ”Patience. I missed you,” Gus’ smile was filled with love as he opened his arms, awaiting the hug he was sure to receive. You pondered a moment for the most acuate answer to his assumption. You started to move towards him, the knife falling to the deck as the same hand reached up to grasp the piolets cap. Gripping the top of it you were now mere steps away from your dear brother. A man you loved without bounds. The others watched on to what they assumed was going to be a heartfelt reunion. Only there shock exploded when you ripped the cap from your head, your long fiery locks alighting in the bright sun. And your right hand reeling back. When Gus realized what you intended to do with the hand, it was too late. The cracking sound of a nose breaking filled the air around you as you let loose one jolly good and well-deserved punch. Falling flat on his ass holding a now bleeding nose, Gus recoiled from the shock. ”Fuck you, Gustavus,” you spat. ”What in the blazes was that for!?” Gus asked in bewilderment. ”For getting yourself arrested, you idiotic numpty. Honestly, how stupid do you have to do to do such a thing?” you scolded the fully grown man like a toddler. ”Well, it wasen’t exactly my intention,” he grunted, pushing himself to his feet, cursing as he looked at his bloodied hand.

”You know how worried I was about you? Thought you were captured by enemies. Imagin my surprise when I was informed that your in fact not capture but arrested for what was it again?” You asked sarcastically. ”You know I can’t seem to remember,” Gus shrugged, whipping the blood on his cuff. ”For blowing up a fellow majors shack after you lost a BET!” you snapped. ”He cheated,” Gus shrugged. The scowl on your face had his hands raised in defense. ”My dear, I sincerely apologize,” he placed a hand over his heart, giving you one of his famous cheeky smiles. With a sigh, you felt the grip on your anger fade away as you closed the distance once again. Only this time, you wrapped your arms around the brother you had dearly missed, hugging him tightly. ”Bloody idiot,” you whispered. With a warm smile Gus’ arms enclosed around your small figure, him having to lean over slightly to rest his chin on the top of your head. ”Good to see you Patsy,” he whispered back. ”I am so confused,” Hasey earned nods of agreement from the other men. ”What’s there to be confused about?” Gus questioned, pulling back to tuck you under his arm. You glanced over the men properly this time. Taking them all in. ”Pleasure to meet you all,” you gave a small polite nod. The group examined the pair of you. Gus’ bright bloodied smile and all the way down to your bare feet. Due to you having kicked them off in the struggle of swimming. A strange pair indeed. ”I wish I could say the same,” Hayse muttered, his fingers brushing against the small cut. ”I apologise. I thought you were Nazis,” you shrugged. ”You thought we were Nazi’s?” Lassen asked, nodding to where the plane had disappeared. “Your the one arriving in a Nazi plane,” he stated. ”Yes well. I was in enemy territory. Options for transport were limited. Apologies for the scare gents,” you said, brushing back a few strands of hair. A few more seconds of accepting and computing the new arrival was had. ”Quit a slow lot, aren’t they?” you whispered to Gus, who chuckled. ”Give them a second,” Gus said. ”So this Pat isn’t a lad at all. She’s a woman, your little sister, and a sniper?” Hayes clarified. ”Why didn’t you tell us before?” Freddy asked. ”You didn’t ask. In fact, you assumed. Not once did I call her a him,” Gus explained. ”Didn’t call her a she either,” Lassen pointed out. You looked to him, finding no malice in his statement. He held your gaze steady, offering a small smile as he propped an eyebrow.

”You’ll forgive me gentlemen. I do enjoy the theatrics surrounding the Angle of Death’s gender,” he stated with a cheeky grin. ”Please tell me you didn’t just put me on a boat with men that think a gun has no place in a woman’s hands,” you sighed a look, daring them to protest otherwise. In a time where woman were considered creatures of the kitchen, there were many that would frown upon your presence. ”Gus says you're good enough for this team. That’s good enough for me,” Hasey shrugged. ”From what we just saw, I’m sure you're well capable,” Lassen gestured towards you. You nodded, then turned to the last one, who, while his gun was lowered, was still at the ready. ”No problem here,” he stated, letting it hang at his side. ”Good, well, i’m going to get changed out of these wet clothes. Any of you poke your head down there, I’ll chop your balls off and force feed them down your throat before I pulled them out of your stomach though your gut. Understood?” you asked, picking up the knife stopping at the entrance to below deck turning to them all awaiting a answer. Nods and agreements were passed around and when you were satisfied you went below deck. ”What a woman,” Lassen comment had each and every one of them nodding with remarks of agreement.

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Gus March-Phillips. A great, if not slightly mad man stood in a room in front of some very high-ranking men. Who in all their mighty power were in Gus’ opinion, groveling for his help. A welcome and successful change from pervious accusations of insubordination and such. In any case, it gave him a chance to kill Nazis again. And he would not pass up such an opportunity. ”If I’m to do this, I’ll need my own team. You won’t like them.They’re all, uh...” he paused to think of an accurate word. “mad,” he admitted honestly and with the upmost respect. ”They’ll need to be. Give us their names,” a man Gus knew affectionally as M stated, gladdened at the agreement. ”Henry Hayes. A smart, young Irishman who hates the Nazis because his older brother, who was a close friend of mine, drowned after a U-boat sank his fishing trawler. I’ve taken him under my wing ever since. He’s cunning, quiet and wily. More to the point, Hayes is a magnificent sailor and I trust him,” Gus started. ”If we’re going to try and sink a large ship, we’ll need Freddy “The Buzz” frogman. He can swim across the channel with his feet tied together. Admittedly, he’s a convicted arsonist and a terrible misery unless he’s destroying something. But he’s very good at blowing things up,” M listened closely as he lit his pipe. The second recommend man coming at a bit of a shock. ”Next, we’ll need the Danish hammer,” Fleming, the one who was in charge of writing down the names, looked up at the familiar and infamous title. “Anders Lassen. Grew up wrestling bears and hunting elk on his family estate. He’s a legend with a Bowie knife and a bow and arrow. He ran away at 18 to fight the Nazis after the Gestapo tortured his brother to death. He gave up filleting game for gutting Nazis. He then turned up on our shores ready to fight alongside us. He is an uncontrollable mad dog who knows a hundred creative ways to kill a man,” Gus finished. ”Most importantly, we’ll need Geoffrey Appleyard,” Gus stated. ”Yes, we thought you might. That’s why we sent him on a reconnaissance mission to Fernando Po. Unfortunately, the Nazis nabbed him on his return,” Fleming said with an apologetic smile. ”All the more reason. He knows what we need to know. He’s a master planner, a master survivor, a chess grand master and a surgeon with the blade. We spent two weeks together in a Dunkirk foxhole and if it wasn’t for Apple, I would still be there today. No Apple, no mission,” Gus put forth the ultimatum, speaking with nothing but reverence for his friend. ”I’m afraid that’s impossible,” M said with a shake of his head. ”Why?” Gus asked. ”Because he’s being held by an entire German garrison on La Palma,” M’s explanations barley even registered to Gus. Who with a nonchalant shrug said, “La Palma’s on the way,” The beautiful Marjorie scoffed at Gus’s blatant confidence, with heron by her side sharing in her opinion with a shake of his head.

”That’s insanity,” M thought Gus had to be joking. ”You let me worry about that,” Gus said dismissively. ”Alright we have our list,” Fleming stated, moving to set the pen down. ”Uh-ah,” Gus wagged his finger at him. ”It looks to me you're assembling more of a platoon than a team,” M said, taking a long draw of his pipe. ”Only one more. Patience Evangaline March-Phillips,” M sighed at what he knew was long coming. ”March-Phillips? A relative?” Marjorie asked, intrigued at the mention of another woman’s name. ”I’m sorry, a woman?” Fleming asked with a small scoff. Marjorie’s and Gus’ heated looks had him swallowing his earlier statement and writing down the name to avoid their gazes. ”My dear little sister. She’s made quiet a name for herself. The red angle she’s called,” everyone in the room could recall the name. A famous name that had eared its reverence. Yet that fact was overshadowed by the announcement that the owner of the title was a woman. “One of the best snipers the world has ever seen which last time I checked has successfully dispatched every target assigned to her. She can dispatch a man from about 2000 yards away. She’s also a wiz with anything mechanical. Anything that breaks she can fix. She knows how to build a gun from scratch and can name every kind off the top of her head. She’s fluent in seven different languages and she dabbles in aviation. That, of course, only covers the skills she is proficient in,” A beaming pride shone through Gus as he spoke of his little sister. ”Mad like you?” Heron asked. ”Alas, she is the sensible one of the two of us,” Gus chuckled. ”Very well. If you wish to bring your own flesh and blood into the folds of danger, so be it,” M’s statement had Gus glancing down. Of course, he wouldn’t want such a thing. If he had it his way, his sister would be happy tucked away in some country home, falling in love with a farmer with her only care being what to cook for her next breakfast. That was half the reason he threw himself into the war. Only she threw herself in right after him. They had stayed together in their earlier military days. Their time together ended when they were separated and Gus was imprisoned. ”She was put in danger the moment Hitler gave his first salute,” Gus stated. It was true. It was not only the solider’s who were facing danger every day. Air raid’s of Britain left no woman or child safe. ”Very well, you have your team,” M’s nodded. Gus smiled, cocking his head slightly, his eyes raking down M’s body. ”I must get me one of those coats,”

Stepping out into the cold night air, lighting a cigar at his lips, Gus on his person sported several stolen items. A total of 8 Cigar’s, not counting the one alight between his teeth. 1 high quality, gold cased lighter. 1 tailored high end coat. 1 belly full of high grade liquer. And one gleeful smile.

On the other side of the world, sat in a little shack, was a woman. About her allied solider’s shuffled about at their down time, playing cards and such. The only woman in the room, she held in her hands a dismantled hand gun, intently cleaning every nook. The rays of sunlight filtered through the shoddy window slightly, her simple features, her focused brown eyes and her well kept but unruly brown hair bound tightly into a braid. That woman was the sister of Gus. ”Patience, personal message, from a,” a young solider barely wet behind the ears frowned at the name upon the piece of paper. “Duchess Dickward,” her movements stilled, and she slowly turned a glint of familiar recognition passing through her eyes.

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“What in the blazes happened?” Price asked calmly his last nerve hanging on for dear life, as he examined the two in front of him. The yell that was received after many moments of silence.

“I DON'T KNOW!” you yelled back tears gathered in your eyes. You stood there. Drenched to the bone, knees all scraped up and a small section of your hair singed down to your shoulder. Simon's unconscious body lay sprawled on the ground, his feet tucked under your armpits having to drag him the rest of the way to your rooms. 

“We were sitting on the pier and there were these candles, then my hair caught fire and then Simon tried to put it out and then he tripped on the table somehow and we both fell in the ocean but Simon hit his head. He said he was fine but then he passed out on the way here and and,” you sucked in a snotty breath the realization hitting you.

“I RUINED MY FIRST FUCKING DATE, I KNOCKED THE FUCKEN UNCONUOIUSE! I MEAN WHO DOES THAT!?” you cried loudly. Jonny who had appeared with Gaz wasn't helping the situation having burst out in hysterical laughter. 

“SHUT UP!” You snapped at them only earring heavy laughter.

You sat in the med bay next to Simon's bed reading the report the other nurses had written up. Your knees had been patched up. And you had changed into some dry clothes. Simon had a slight concussion, nothing to worry about. But still. You looked up to his mask faced with a deep sigh. Trust you to wreck the first date. It had been going well until that moment. You were talking, laughing. You had seen Simon’s hand inching closer and closer to your own. 

“I’m so fucking stupid,” you grumbled dropping your head into your hands.

“Well, I wasn't going to say anything,” Simon's gruff voice had you snapping up moving to stand.

“Thank fuck your a’right,” his eyes cracked open to look up at you.

“It will take more than a lil hit to the head to stop me love,” he murmured.

“That's all it took. Nearly squashed me when you keeled over,” you muttered checking his vitals before shining a light in his eyes to check his response. He watched you fuss over him with the same funny feeling he always got when you looked after him. He debated briefly to lie about another ache or pain just to continue getting the same treatment.

“You would have caught me,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, I did. Tore up my knees doing so. You know how many weeks of teasing I'm going to cop cause of it. Jonny alone will make every dick sucking joke under the sun before noon, watch it happen,” you grumbled.

“Price already thinks it's a weird sex injury,” you muttered bashfully remembering the raised eyebrows you got with your explanation. 

“On the first date? Bit adventurous don't ya think?” you could see his smug face through the mask.

“Shut up,” you mumbled plonking down on the side of the bed. “You ok though?” you asked softly.

“I got to go on a date with the prettiest woman in the world. I'm fucken ecstatic,” he shrugged. You flushed, it was a new kwirk Simon had adopted. As if freed with his confession he had started to say the most out of pocket sweetest things. It shocked you to say the least.

“We need a crash cart. Full head scans!,” you called into the hall.

“Look at that, Docs blushing,” he mused. You cleared your throat returning to his gaze with a teasing smile.

“Some date it was,” you muttered, your expression falling slightly. He reached up, taking the burnt strands into his fingers. “Certainly was interesting,” he muttered. 

“You can say that again,” you huffed, an embarrassment crawling up the back of your neck. Yet before it could reach your head, it was stopped.

By Simon's hand that slipped onto the base of your cheek, his large hand being big enough to cup your cheek, his fingers sliding into your hair. His thumb gently brushed your cheek bone. “It was the best first date I evea had,” he whispered. You loved the soft side of Simon. You really did. But it was still a shock to your system.

“You sure you're ok,” you playfully reached for his forehead. Only as you did Simon snatched your hand gently yanking you forward. Your chest fell onto his, your faces hovering inched from each other. You could have sworn you could feel Simon's heart beating twice as fast as yours. 

“Wanna hike my mask up for me love?” he asked his thumb to stroke the corner of your mouth, his thumb brushing your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your heart thumped in your chest as his other hand moved to your lower back to keep you propped against him.

“What for?” you asked with a blush that reached the tip of your ears.

“So I can kiss till ya knees buckle,” you could see that stupid grin through his mask. 

“Thought you were going t-to do it at the lookout?” you stammered.

“Well plans change,” he shrugged. “But a promise a promise,” he whispered in that dangerous low tone that challenged your very innocence. 

“Can you stop being so fucking sexy please? It's a lot,” you let out a shaky breath. He chuckled deeply, his laugh bouncing you top him slightly. He was laughing at you, in a moment like that. It was one of his amused laughs too.

“You're an ass,” you grumbled, your blush deepening.

“A sexy one apparently,” he whispered. 

“So you gonna lift my mask or do I have to do it myself?” he asked. You were about to respond when you both heard the role of an nurse stool. You both turned to the left where Jonny slid up to the bed, propping his elbow on the bed so his face was at a level with yours.

“I'll be more than happy to help LT,” he grinned. You dropped your face into Simon's chest officially passing away from embarrassment.

“Kill me now,” you begged.

“You know when we said look after her we didn't mean, let her beat you up,” Gaz strolled over to the other side of the bed plonking down on a chair to copy Jonny's position. 

“We shoulda given ye the talk instead of him,” Jonny smirked at you as you sat up Simon reluctantly letting you go.

If looks could kill Jonny would have been dead, cremated, buried, raised from the dead at least five times and killed all over again. That was what Simon wanted to do at that moment. 

“How long were you guys there for?” you whispered, hiding your mouth behind your clapsed hand.

“Long enough to hear you ever so nicely ask Simon to stop being sexy,” Jonny was having way to much fun.

“Don't worry. We didn't see any of the knee action,” Jonny winked at you. His attention was grabbed by Simon who reached over, tightly gripping his collar and pulling him down to his level.

“I’m going kill you. Get your affairs in order,” Ghost growled.

“Come now Simon, we were only making a wee joke. Ain't that right bonnie?” Jonny asked looking to you for help. The realization of the predicament washing away his amusement.

“Would you like to be buried or cremated?” you asked seriously.

After Simon was discharged you all walked out of the med bay, you side by side to Simon watching Jonny and Gaz replay your previous predicament. You had to say Jonny was going a bang up job acting as you.

“Oh Simon,” he pretended to swoon.

“I'm gonna kill them,” you whispered in promise.

“Not if I get them first?” Simon hissed.

“You can't get both of them. That's just being greedy,” you grumbled watching as Jonny dramatically fell into Gaz arms.

“I'll let ya have Gaz,” he suggested.

“Fair,” you shrugged in agreement.

“How are we doing it?” you asked.

“Knife obviously. No gun shot. Silent,” he said.

“True, but a lot of clean up. Could leave a blood trail,” you pointed out. 

“It's gonna rain soon,”he shrugged.

“And the bodies? We would have to drive them out of base,” you stated.

“Weigh the bodies down and chuck em in a lake,” Simon said.

“Sounds like a plan,” your agreement was followed by a short moment of silence that was broken by both of your chuckles.

“What a night huh,” you whispered.

“Not finished yet,” he whispered. Before you could ask what he meant a hand clasped around your waist pulling you into his side. His body bent over leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet and tender kiss, his other hand holding his mask up. It was bliss, sweet and warm. It made your toe tips tingle. Pulling back your eyes that had fluttered close opened briefly catching a glimpse of the bottom of his face. His stubble sat on a sharp jaw line with scar’s poking out. One even pulled the left side of his mouth making his smile every so slightly crooked. The way he stared deeply into your eyes had you frozen. You stared back at him with the same such eyes. Both filled with admiration. 

“Well now I'm just disappointed,” you shrugged. He frowned, pulling his mask back down but didn't move from his position.

“Why's that?” he asked.

“Knees didn't buckle in the slightest,” you shrugged. The corner of his mask pulled up in his smirk. “Didn't know you'd want that sort of kiss in front of an audience,” he grinned. Your eyes shifted to the boys still stuck in there own little world having not noticed the kiss.

“You Simon are one hell of a sweet talker,” you whispered.

“Just for you love,” he whispered back, straightening up to continue walking, slipping his hand in yours. You smiled your whole body on cloud nine as he gently tugged you close.

In the end, you thought the night went pretty well.

“GHOST AND Y/N Sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. AHHHHHHHH!” Jonny's high-pitched scream sounded as he sprinted off Ghost hot on his heels.

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It was a mission—not a particularly hairy one, but not a walk in the park, either. Ghost was positioned in a semi-high building, and his sniper was set up in front of him, providing cover for the rest of the team as you all moved up towards the target building. You always felt safe having Simon on overwatch. You knew he would keep you all safe. After all, he was the best sniper on the team. 

“Can feel your eyes on my ass LT? Got a good view?” Jonny asked.

“Looking a little flat,” Ghost grumbled into the coms.

“Not looking at it from the right angle. Looks fucking fantastic from here, mate,” You tapped Jonny's shoulder as you walked past him, peeking down an alleyway. You were switching between point man. All taking turns as you cleared through the abandoned alleyway between the factories. You were at an old factory compound of sorts, probably used to build cars or something along the lines of manufacturing. 

“Not looking bad yourself,” Jonny joked. 

“Focus,” Price called you back into silence as you approached.

It happened suddenly; the bang sounded around you, only it came from above. Dust spurted from the ground beside your foot.

“SNIPER!” Price yelled as you all scrambled for cover. Ghost's eyes narrowed as he sought out the sniper. You flinched as the concrete you were hiding behind chipped and scattered over you. Ghost found the body perched in the window and shot. Only about six windows to the left, and another sniper sat. Ghost had given away his position, and the enemy took advantage of that. Ghost was pressed right up against the side of the window. His temple rested on the window frame. A window frame shattered upon the impact of the bullet. His eyes fluttered for the briefest second. He was trained not to flinch in situations like that. His heart stopped as he moved, seeking out his attacker. He spotted him and took his life with a single bullet before he could get off another shot.  As the gunshots ended, Ghost comms were filled with worried questions. He didn't answer any of them. The dull ringing from the shoot thrumed in his brain, but his eyes were on the bullet hole. It sat inches from his eyes. He had been inches from death. Not uncommon in his field. He had been in the same situation a thousand times over. But there was something different. It was you. Your voice. Your worry. You demands of worry that he answer you. He could have lost you. He could have never seen your face again, seen your smile, heard your laugh. That could have all been lost to him. He was filled with a deep regret. And at that very moment, Simon made up his mind.

He shoot up, pushing the sniper to the side and standing in the window. Upon seeing his body appear, you all let out breaths of relief.

“OI! LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” he yelled, pointing directly at you.

“Me?” you asked, pointing to yourself.

“YES YOU! I LIKE YOU! SO YOU BETTER START ACKNOWLEDGING MY FUCKEN FEELINGS!” he yelled. Everyone's eyes went wide. With your thick skull, you wondered what he exactly meant. You and Simon had never officially become friends. 

“Ok? I would hope so!” You called back. You wondered if he had actually been shot and was in shock. 

“NO! I LIKE YOU AS I WANNA KISS YOUR FACE AND STUFF! AND WRAP MY ARMS AROUND YOU AND SHIT!” he couldn't understand the words coming out of his own mouth. His heart was thundering in his chest. 

“Oh, so you like like me!?” you called. Were you hearing him, right? Was that actually Ghost talking to you. 

“YEAH!” he nodded. There was silence as you looked up at him.

“Are you an imposter or something?” you asked. He must be. 

“STOP DICKING AROUND! YOU LIKE ME? OR NOT?” he asked. It was real. The shock somehow took over your mind. Trusting words out, you hadn't put a single thought into. 

“OF COURSE I LIKE YOU! YOU FUCKING BLIND!? I'VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR FUCKING AGES!” You were angry at his question. Yet, at the same time, you were unbelievably happy.

“FUCK OFF NO YOU HAVENT!” he yelled.

“YES I FUCKING HAVE! ALL THOSE WINKS! AND THE FOOD I MAKE YOU! AND DON'T EVEN MENTION THE COMPLIMENTS I GIVE YOU ASS ALL THE TIME!” you screamed. Unwise in your situation. Sure, but your screams were half due to your excitement.

“WELL,” Simon trailed off. “GOOD!” he declared.

“FINE SO WE LIKE EACH OTHER!” you clarified.

“SEEMS SO!” he yelled.

“GOOD!” you yelled.

“FINE!” You countered.

“STOP WASTING TIME! GET BACK TO THE MISSION!” he snapped.

“YOU'RE THE ONE THAT CONFESSED!” You snapped back. The boys watched on in utter shock.

“Did they just confess to each other?” Gaz asked, perplexed as the rest.

“I think so,” Price said, not entirely sure himself.

“Alright, let's get this done,” You were jacked up on adrenalin as you started to lead the way again. 

After all was said and done, the building cleared out, and the mission was complete. You all piled into the helicopter. You and Ghost sat opposite each other, you with a perplexed frown as you struggled to comprehend it all and Ghost with a blank expression, his inside raging with anxiety. What next? He thought. Should he kiss you? No, that would be too awkward in front of the others.

“Why do you like me?” You asked. It was a reasonable enough question.

“Can't I?” he asked gruffly.

“Depends,” you murmured. Once again, the boys watched on. They didn't know if it was an argument or not. 

“I don't know why. Just do,” he muttered.

“Wow, so you don't have a reason?” you asked sarcastically.

“I got plenty of reasons,” he said defensively.

“Why won't you tell me any of em?” you asked.

“Because quite frankly, there are really sappy reasons, and if I say them out loud, those boys will never look at me the same,” he jabbed his thumb at your audience. Price wanted to offer to leave the room, but seeing as they were in a chopper, that wasn't an option. Gaz and Jonny loved it, though. 

“But you'll tell me?” you asked.

“Of course. I'm going to marry you one day, so it doesn't matter,” he grumbled. Your eyes went wide.

“Since when did I agree to marry you?” you asked. You would say yes in a heartbeat, but he had just confessed. You have just confessed. 

“You don't want to?” he asked in offense.

“I didn't say that,” you snapped.

“Ok, are ye having an argument or confessing because I am beyond confused,” Jonny spoke up, raising his hand. 

“Can it,” Ghost snapped at him before turning back to you.

“So we like each other. that's established. When we get back I'll take you to dinner,” he stated definitively.

“Wow, dinner for a first date. So original,” you said. You were not sure why you were arguing. Perhaps it was the nerves.

“Well, shame on you 'cause it's gonna be fucking fantastic. I'm going to take you to that pasta bar you've been talking nonstop about. I was going to get every pasta dish there cause you can't decide which one to try, and then I'd put the leftovers in little containers and freeze them so you can eat them when you go on your little midnight kitchen raids. After dinner, I was going to take you to the ice cream place on the beach I really like, and then as we're walking, I'm gonna slip my hand in yours. Then we were going to walk up to the little lookout area, and you were gonna say the sunset is beautiful. Then I was gonna say it sure is, while I actually meant you're beautiful. Then you were gonna look at me, and then I snog ya,” he laid out the details, making your heart swell.

“Jokes on you, I don't know what snog means,” you stated.

“It means I will kiss ya till your knees went weak doc,” his voice hummed dangerously low in promise. You face flushed fifty shades of red at the simple thought of his lips on yours.

“And what if I kissed you first?” you challenged.

“I would like that very much,” he said.

“I don't have a nice outfit,” you said.

“Love you could wear that and you'd still be as beautiful as you always are,” he said. You let out a deep breath. It was a lot. The hot flushes came with every sentence he said. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Gaz whispered to himself. 

“Fuck it,” you grumbled. Ghost eyes widened as you lunged at him. One hand grabbed the bottom of his mask, hiking it up to his cheek, clenched in your fist. Your other hand grabbed the scruff of his collar, yanking him forward. And you placed your lips on his. Simon's mind went blank, his body filling with warmth as your soft lips danced across his. Utter pure bliss, that's what he felt. His eyes fluttered closed as his hands reached for you. Only you pulled back, your face flushed; you were unsure if your heart could take a moment more of it. Ghost opened his eyes to your smile, faint but still there. It was hidden under your nervous expression. You pulled the mask back down, pushing off his chest and moving back to your seat.

“Ha, I fucking win,” you grunted, grinning in victory. For the argument or the confession, you weren't sure, and you weren't even sure if there was any competition to begin with. You definitely had won; Simon would knowledge that any day. Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms over his chest hoping to hide the loud thudding of his heart.

“Indeed you did,” he nodded. You nodded back, and you two continued on like nothing had even happened.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Jonny yelled.

Back at the base you had quickly walked away your head a muddled mess. Ghost watch you leave before turning to the boys.

“How did I do?” he asked.

“You know what for you, Ghost. You did pretty well,” Price gave him a pat on the shoulder. 

“That was a cluster fuck, and you know it,” Gaz said.

“But she likes me back. That's good,” Ghost sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“Fuck your thick,” Jonny grumbled.

“Got something to say, Jonny?” Ghost asked, slightly defensive.

“She's head over heels for you, Lad,” Jonny chuckled.

“Really?” Ghost questioned. Jonny simply groaned, shaking his head and walking away. 

So there you stood in front of your room door, in the best outfit you had, which happened to be a button-up and a pair of jeans. You couldn't believe it. You were actually going on a date. Well, you thought you were. You weren't really sure. The knock on the door had your heart in your throat. Opening it, there stood Ghost. Both your heats raced with nervousness as silence filled the space between you. Both unsure of what to say. 

“Hi,” he grunted holding his hand out. His hand which held a small flower. A weed with its roots still attached. “I uh, there were'nt any better flowers and this was the only one,” he said. The poor lad had squared the base for any flower he could find. You smiled, taking the poor little thing in hand.

“I love it,” you said. He nodded, clearing his throat.

“Shall we go?” he asked, gesturing you to the door. 

“Give me a second,” you said, grabbing a small glass, filling it with water, and placing it beside your bed. “Ok, ready,” you said. He nodded again, holding a motorbike helmet out to you. Simon always rode his bike. A beautiful adventurer that you were jealous of every time you saw it. It was silent as you both walked out to the bike. Seeing Simon slip his helmet on, you did the same. Tugging it down, you started to fiddle with the clips. Simon waited patiently for a bit but quickly got tired of your struggle. 

"Come er," he grunted, grasping the bottom half of your helmet, his fingers brushing your nose as he tugged you close. You shivered as his fingers grazed your neck, and he quickly got to work. Your eyes focused on his that were focused on his hands. You still couldn't believe it. It all seemed like a crazy dream you were going to wake up from. 

"See something you like?" he asked. Heat flushed to the back of your neck at being caught.

"Don't baby me," you grunted, slapping his hands away in a flurry of waving slaps. His smile once again appeared in the corner of his eyes as he moved to the bike. Staring it up, he slipped a pair of gloves onto his hands before gesturing you on. He tried to hold back a huff of amusement as you awkwardly threw your leg over the high bike. You attempted to shimmy your way on, but you slipped back. 

"Need help?" you slapped the back of Ghost's helmet, telling him to shut up as you tried again. Only this time, when you slipped back, Ghost's hand reached back, catching your thigh with his large hand and, with one heave, helping you up. Settling on the back, you glanced around, unsure of what you should do. You had never been a passenger on a bike. You gasped slightly as Simons's hand was still on your thigh, tugged you forward so he was slotted flush between your thighs. He tried to ignore the pleasant feeling of the softness enveloping him.

"Here, hold me tight. Lean when I lean, and if you want me to stop, tap my chest twice. I won't be able to hear you when we're moving. If you want me to slow down, tap my chest once," he tugged your arms around him, failing to notice your blush. 

"Alright," you muttered, slightly nervous, pulling yourself to rest flush against his back. The poor man lost all sanity right at the moment. so much so that he froze for a couple of seconds. 

"You ok?" you asked, peeking round him.

"Y-Yeah," due to his muffled voice, you didn't hear the voice crack. 

"Also, one more thing. If I tap your thigh, it means hold on tight, a'right?" he asked. 

"ok," you nodded, entirely focused on his instruction.

"Good," he whispered stating the bike. The loud rumbling filled the night. 

And Simon pulled away, praying to all the gods he knew to give him power to focus on the road,

and not the feeling of your tits pressed flushed against his back

and not your palms pressed against his abbs

and not your thighs that would squeeze him at every turn

and not the feeling of your hand clutching dangerously low as you both went over a bump. 

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141 walks into a bar. There are well known.

"Look it's the brits,"

Y/N and Jonny: *Argast, repulsed, deeply offended gasps of shock*

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~Hangover~

Synopsis: Titles pretty self explanatory.

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The next morning you were happily cooking away, watching the minutes pass by on the clock. Usually the boys would have been up half an hour ago. You would have to wake them up soon, though. You all had a mission briefing soon. Now you are a good person. But last night they did have you running across town and dealing with police because of their antics. So you set up a speaker in the hall, turned it on full blast and played an obnoxiously loud ‘Can Can Dance’ song. Hearing the cacophony of groans, you smile, returning to the kitchen. You watched as Gaz, Jonny and Price all dragged themselves into the wreck room heads bowed and pinched nose bridges.

“Well good morning sunshine’s and daisies!” you made sure to hit your voice with a slightly higher and louder pitch, making most of them flinch and groan.

“Shhhhhh,” Price hushed in your general direction. Hearing the speaker suddenly die out, you peeked around the corner to see Ghost standing there with his eyes barely open and a now impaled speaker on the end of his knife.

“Good morning,” you smirked. He looked at your smile, giving a grunt before walking to the table, throwing his defeated opponent upon the table, the bang making them all wince.

“Well well well. What happened to you guys' last night?” you asked, placing two large plates on the table. Full of food they might or might not want to eat. 

“We, uh, we had a few drinks,” Price said.

“Of, a few?” you asked, piling up your plate and beginning to eat.

“Yeah, I think,” he murmured, grabbing a plate for himself.

“How's your chest Jonny?” you asked. Jonny looked up at you with an accusing look, wondering just how you knew about the bald patch on his chest.

“Don't know what you mean, doc,” he grumbled.

“Aha sure. How's the head Simon?” you asked.

“Fine,” he muttered. Everyone looked at his head and to the slight bulge on his temple that the mask failed to hide.

“Got to say didn't pin you as a booty shorts type of man Gaz,” you added turning to Gaz. His face paled as he recalled the pink bedazzled pants he had quickly thrown into the bin. Your smirk widened impossibly wider. You were having way too much fun.

“And sir,” everyone went silent as you turned to Price. He looked up at you with a slight warning.

“I'm sorry about the hat,” you said. Everyone was silent for a few moments as they took in your smug grin.

"I'm to fucken old for this shit," he grumbled reaching for his tea.

“Alright you know what happened last night don't you?” Jonny asked.

“Who me? How could I know? I wasn't there remember,” you said. They pondered. That's the thing. They couldn't remember a damn single thing other than starting a drinking competition with the airforce boys.

“Did. I um d anything embarrassing?” Gaz asked bashfully. You pretended to think.

“What do you define as embarrassing?” you asked. He groaned, and Jonny chuckled.

“What are you laughing about Jonny?” you asked, taking a bite of food. His smile fell as he quickly shut up.

“You came to get us?” Price asked. You nodded.

“So, what happened?” Gaz asked.

“You know I don't think you would believe me even if I did tell you,” you hummed.

“Try us,” Ghost said.

“Right, ok,” you cleared your throat pushing your plate away. 

“So I get a call at 2 am in the morning. You rang me from a random phone, at a phone booth, that you didn't use and you have my contacts up on Gaz phone that you also didn't use. You were all just sitting on the curb eating a shit ton of Macca’s. It was an event to get you all in the car. Then when I did get you all in we went to a bar to pay of your tab. A bar that takes away your left shoe to make sure you don't run out on a tab. Which you guys did. Oh, wait sorry. I forgot the part where you all took a dip in a fountain to save ducks from drawing. Well Simon saved the ducks, Jonny tried to help but somehow started to drown in knee high water. Gaz tried to save him but couldn't and then Price apparently saved you both. Anyway so across from this bar is a police station. And you brilliant genius’s tried to pick a fight with a whole police force. Because apparently one of them tried to arrest Gaz. And the only reason why was because Gaz stole a stun gun. Then when I threatened you with lazwell finding out you all legged it down the street. Ghost almost took out a low hanging beam and Jonny and Gaz took out each other. I then had to track you all down again. You all put up a fight thinking I was working with the police. I had to tie you three up and put you in the back. Captain you were in a fucking tree. Honestly don't know how you got up so high. And Simon was in the trunk the whole time. So half way back to base you somehow managed to convince yourselves that you were kidnaped and jumped out of said car. I looked for you again and you called me to inform me you all had been arrested. Lucky for you I'm a sweet talker and got you guys off with a warning. Then I got you back and had to lug all your asses back to your beds,” you finished of the story with a smile. The boys all stared at you, first processing your words and then flat out denying them.

“Bull shit,” Jonny said in denial.

“Well, have a look at this and say that again,” you pulled out your phone and showed them the photo. Their faces fell as they took it in.

“Delete it,” Ghost ordered.

“What? Fuck no. Do you know the shit I had to go through last night? I earned this,” you stated.

“Sargent, I order you to delete that photo,” Price commanded.

“Captain, can i just say you have the cutest sweetest little giggle I've ever heard in my life,” you cooed. Price's face snapped into a glare.

“Giggled?” Jonny smirked.

“Captain's a giggling drunk,” you nodded. 

“Delete it,” Ghost ordered again.

“Make me,” you challenged. A scream left your lips as they all pounced on you, successfully pulling the phone from your grip and deleting the photo. 

“You all assholes,” you grumbled, taking your phone back.

“Not a word about last night to anyone,” Price ordered, pointing at you.

“Yes sir,” You gave a mock salute, grinning ear to ear.

“What's that?” he asked, pointing to the smile.

“What's what sir?” you asked innocently.

“That smile. What have you done?” he asked.

“Nothing sir,” you smiled, batting your eyelashes before walking away. 

Across the base, Laswell had just entered her office, tea in hand. Sitting down at her computer, she opened her emails going through the more important once before finding one from you. Reading the topic of blackmail, she moved closer, taking a sip of her tea.

As she opened it her eyes went wide at the picture she saw spitting the tea out in a mist.

Later that day you found Ghost sitting on the couch rubbing his temple. 

“Here,” you said, holding out some tablets to him with a drink of water.

“What's this?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” you asked with a smirk. He shrugged, hiking his mask up to his nose and taking the tablets. You were slightly taken aback seeing the half of his face. And from the half you could see he was handsome. What you loved more was the stumble he wore. Yep he was definitely blond. 

“Huh,” you hummed.

“What?” he asked, pulling his mask back down.

“Knew you had a stubble. Jonny owes me a tenner,” you smiled. Again, the Dajuvu washed over you. Ghost thought back to the time you were in the hospital. To the time you held his face so tenderly and looked at him so softly. He wished you would do it again. 

“Hey, wanna hear something worth its weight in gold?” you asked, your cheeky grin taking over. He nodded, and you slotted yourself next to him, your arms pressed against each other. You opened up your phone going into your recorder. Shuffling impossibly closer you held the phone up between your ears. 

“What?”

“Shhhhh,” you hushed him, your hand unknowingly dropping to his biceps to pull him closer. He leaned down, his head gently knocking on the top of yours. It was comedic really. His whole upper body was bent over while you were just sitting there. 

Softly a giggle sounded from your phone.

“What the hell is that?” Ghost asked as he continued to listen.

“That is our dear captain giggling,” you chuckled. Simon couldn't help the laugh that burst from his mouth. And not one of his half chuckles. No it was a real laugh. I mean, who wouldn't be amused by it. Your smirk turned into a warm smile as you looked up at him. 

“Fuck, That’s hilarious. That's really Price?” he asked. You loved it, the way his smile reached his eyes.

“Yeah, but not as amusing as you tighty whities,” You grinned, patting his leg and getting up. He froze. Sure, he wore tighty whities when he was in civics. They were comfortable. 

“So you took advantage of me when I was drunk and unconscious?” he asked teasingly.

“Oh yeah definitely,” you grinned back with a wink. You went to leave but paused, stepping back to face him. “I didn't see your face if that's what you mean. I kept my eyes closed when I took your mask off,” you added. 

“I know,” he muttered. You frowned and were about to ask about it when Price called the two of you for the briefing. 

“Come on,” he said, walking up to you and putting you in a headlock. Which wasn't hard. He practically dragged you out.

“Don't go telling anyone about my tighty whities. Copy?” he asked.

“Sure thing, Sir,” you grinned tapping out. He smiled, releasing you. You walked side by side. Something you hoped one day you would always do.

“You owe me a speaker by the way,”

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~Drunk Boys~

The boys from 141 get drunk and you have to pick them up.

Warning: Drunk, violence.

Parts inspired from New Girl. If you know you know.

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One lovely evening you sat in your little office space. The boys had headed off quite some time ago for a few drinks. Your usual Friday night outing didn't include you that time because of a few reports you had put off. It was pulling onto 1am when your phone started to ring. It was a new number you had never seen before.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking,” you said.

“Hey uh doc?” It was Gaz voice that came through the call. 

“Gaz?” you asked.

“Who you talking to?” you could hear Jonny ask in the background.

“I'm talking to doc,” Gaz stated.

“Oh, why?” Jonny whispered.

“I don't know,” Gaz murmured back. It didn't take a detective to establish by their slurred tones that they were drunk.

“Gaz, why are you calling me from a random number?” you asked.

“I don't know. Our phones got wet,” he explained.

“Our?” you asked.

“Yeah Me, Soap, Ghost and Price,” he stated with a sassy tone, as if it was your fault for not knowing. 

“So you fucked you phones?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Gaz nodded.

“And you called me, why?” you asked. There was silence for a bit.

“Captain, why am I calling Doc again?” Gaz asked.

“Because we lost the fucking car and we need a lift back to base,” Price snapped in the distance.

“Because we lost the fucking car and we need a lift back to base,” Gaz tone was much calmer and sweeter than Prices. A small smile worked its way onto your face.

“Alright, ill be there soon. Where are you?” you asked, making your way to the door.

“Not at the base,” Gaz said.

“I know that Gaz. Where are you now?” It was like talking to a toddler.

“Oh, We're at McDonalds,” he said before the line went dead. There were three McDonalds in the town. You thought they would be at the one closest to the bar. You were right. You were about to pull into the car park when you paused. Alittle down the street, right under the McDonalds sign sat four blobs. Driving up to it, you slammed on the brakes at what you saw. 

Price was sitting with his arms crossed. His hat looked to have been ripped in half and then shakily put back together with some staples, a tuft of his hair sticking out the top. Next to him Ghost with a traffic cone on his head and one tucked in his lap as he sat cross-legged. He was hugging it, and the one in his lap had been drawn on, and made up to look like a person, with a hat and a bikini loosely tied around it. One of his jacket sleeves was missing as if it had been torn clean off. Jonny sat next to him shirtless, with a patch of hair missing from his chest. Over it a pink glittery 21st birthday sash. His mohawk sprinkled with glitter and a kilt. Gaz had left in a pair of jeans, he was now in a pair of pink booty shorts that you would place money on that had some word like bitch or booty on the back of bedazzled gems. A crown of beer cans ducked taped around his head compelled the fit. All about them, strewn across the floor was a variety of McDonald's food, ranging from ice-creams to nuggets. They were all happily munching away. And they were all missing their left shoe?

You got out of the car phone at the ready.

“Say cheese boys,” you called. Drunkenly, they all looked up in your general direction, taking a photo. You chuckled, pocketing your phone and hands as you looked over them all. Wondering what the hell happened to them. 

“Ah, it's doc. What are you doing here, lovey?” Jonny asked in excitement, throwing his hands to the air.

“I'm here to pick you boys up,” you said.

“Pah, no we're alright. We've still got to go to another bar. Ain't that right LT?” Jonny asked, waving you away.

“Aye. I want another lager,” Ghost stated defiantly.

“I think you boys have had enough. Just look at the state of ya,” you gestured to them. 

“Wow, body shaming. Shame on you Y/N,” Gaz slurred, shaking his head disappointingly.

“Your all wet. Each of you has a piece of clothing damaged and all of you haven't even made eye contact with me yet,” you explained. Instantly, they all turned to stare into your eyes.

“Bull shit,” Jonny hiccuped before taking a bite of his burger. 

“Sargent, Report,” Price spoke up. You paused, considering his words as he stared down at the road in front of him.

“Report sir?” you asked. He nodded, tipping forward ever so slightly. Your eyes widened. He was absolutely plastered. They all were. 

“Your all drunk as fuck,” you said simply, your sentence finishing in a bewilder chuckle. The boys could hold their liquer, hell you have ever seen Gaz and Jonny drunk. 

“Am not,” Jonnys offended tone had you laughing again.

“Of sorry. My mistake, your only eating ice cream burger because you want to,” you jabbed you fingers at the burger in his hands. The ice cream was dripping down his arms and it looked like he had stacked nuggets, chips and a shit ton of cheese into the mix.

“As a matter of fact I did want to,” he said moving his hand about, the contents of the burger slopping onto the ground.

“Awww,” Jonny whined.

“Five second rule bruv,” Gaz said reaching bow to pick up a handful of the mess reconstructing the burger and handing it back to Jonny.

“Thanks Gaz,” Jonny seemed genuinely thankful. You held back a gag as he moved it to his mouth.

“Don't eat that,” you warned. You sure as hell didn't want him getting sick of all the gems that were now thrown into the burger mix. 

“I'll do what I want to do, because I can do whatever I want to do because I can do it,” he slurred.

“Jonny you eat that burger and I'll never speak to you again,” you proposed the ultimatum. He paused, pondering for a moment.

“What if I drink it?” he asked.

“Your gonna drink a burger?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Aye,” he nodded confidently.

“I bet you a tenner you can't,” Price spoke up. The poor man looked to be dozing in and out of sleep.

“I'll take that bet,” Jonny said.

“Jonny that was on the road,” you pleaded.

“And?” he asked.

“Put it down,” you ordered sternly. With a grumble, he chucked the burger down like a toddler throwing a tantrum. The boys held back their giggles. You heard that right giggle. And it was stared by none other than the man himself. Price. He was giggling. The high-pitched noise sounded off coming from him.

“Ohhhhhhhh mums mad at you,” Gaz joked, nudging his side.

“Sod off,” Jonny grumbled.

“Alright where’s the phone you called me from?” you asked.

“Why?” Gaz questioned.

“Because you called me from a random number, which means you had someone else’s phone. By the state of you lot I wouldn't be surprised if you stole it,” you explained.

“Right, it's over there,” Gaz grabbed his thumb to the phone booth. You first thought they had called you from it, but when you noticed the little pink box, you walked up to it to get a closer look. It was an iPhone. In a pink case, it was cracked to kingdom come and they had somehow lodged it in the credit card reader. You tried tugging it out to no avail. What you did find was Gaz’s phone propped up on the little stand with his contacts open with your name and number on it. Deciding not to question the backwards thinking that led them there you pocketed Gaz’s phone, walking back to the boys.

“Alright, I want the truth ok. What happened?” you asked a little concerned.

“Meet up with some airforce boys. They tried to act all high and mighty,” Price shrugged.

“Said they could drink more than us,” Ghost added.

“We had to prove them wrong,” Jonny explained.

“And we did. But then they brought out, Um what was it called?” Gaz clicked his fingers. 

“Abstanance,” Jonny proclaimed proudly. 

“Absinthe?” you asked in shock.

“Hell yeah, drunk those fuckers under the table.” Ghost nodded.

“Dunk yourselves under the table by the looks of it. Why are you wet? And what the fuck happened to ya shoes?” you asked.

“The ducks were drowning,” Gaz stated simply.

“And there was a bar that takes your shoe when you start a tab. It's to prevent running out without payed your tab,” Jonny added.

“So you all rescued ducks and ran out on a tab?” you asked. The boys pondered for a moment realized how bad it sounded. 

“Yes,” Ghost nodded.

“No,” the rest of them said. 

“And only Ghost rescued the ducks, I fell in, Gaz tried to rescue me but couldn't and Price saved us both,” Jonny explained as if it fixed it all.

“You shouldn't have been hanging around ponds this drunk. It's dangerous,” you murmured.

“For your information, it wasn't a pond,” Gaz stated defensively.

“Oh yeah, what was it?” you cooed back.

“It was the fountain,” he pointed across the way into the park where a fountain was lit up. A knee deep fountain. 

“Right, get in the car. Come on,” the boys groaned.

“We can't,” Gaz said.

“And why not?” you asked.

“Cause,” he trailed off. “Legs an’t working,” he finished. The boys all gave him approving nodds thinking his excuse was to tire brilliance.

“Well, I guess I'll just help you. Come on,” you helped Gaz up first, sliding him into the back of the car. 

“I don't wanna go,” Jonny whined.

“I know big guy,” you cooed. Sliding him in next to Gaz, you shook your head when they started giggling. 

“Your turn,” you gestured Ghost up. 

“Am I under arrest?” he asked.

“What? No,” you shook your head.

“Oh really. Seemed like it.” his hint of sass had you pointing to the car. With a grumble he got up and walked to the car, slipping into the middle seat. You frowned, ducking your head to see the other door open, Jonny now sitting at the far side and Gaz nowhere to be seen. Looking back to the makeshift picnic, you saw him back at the phone booth.

“For fuck’s sake, Stay,” you order the two in the car. Walking up to him, you frowned as he held the phone up to his ear.

“What you doing Gaz?” you asked.

“Ringling Doc. She needs to come pick us up,” he said whole heartedly forgetting that you were there already. With a huffed you took him by the arms, pulling him back. You sighed when you saw Ghost and Jonny sitting back on the curb happily munching away. You sat Gaz in the back of the car, deciding to lock the back door this time. You then filed in Jonny than Ghost. Closing the door behind them, you made your way back to Price.

“Come on sir,” you called softly. He looked up to you and with the biggest beaming brightest smile, and he giggled. God you had never seen anything more pure.

“Your sweet Doc,” he said. 

“Thank You sir. Now can you get in the car please,” you begged. 

“Yes Ma’am,” he nodded, suddenly shooting to his feet. And with that, he toppled back like a domino landing in the bush.

“Christ,” You scrambled to get him out, practically carrying him to the car. Putting him in the driver's seat you buckled him in. When your head rose to make sure the boys were all in you were met by empty back seats. 

“Doc, we can't leave the boys,” Price stated pointing out the window. Where the three men were gathered around a tree relieving themselves. Only Gaz seemed to just be standing there and Jonny appeared to be pissing on Ghost's boot.

“Get in the car!” You called out the window. Begrudgingly, they all piled back in. 

“Hang on, I need a piss,” Price spoke up just as they all buckled in. With a tired sigh you patiently waited. Then when he returned you drove off. 

“Wait, a minute, this ain't the way home,” Gaz suddenly pointed out.

“Yes I know. I think I know the bar you're talking about. We're going to go back there and pay your tab and get your shoes back. The higher ups would have a field day if you guys got in trouble,” you explained. Pulling up to the bar, you parked the car.

“Wait this is a police station,” Jonny pointed out. Yes, on the other side of the street, there was a police station. 

“We should go fight that police officer,” Ghost suggested.

“What? What police officer?” you asked.

“The one we stole this from,” Gaz said, pulling a taser gun that had been tucked in the back of his pants.

“You stole from a police officer!” you exclaimed.

“First of all he was an absolute piss head. A real fucker,” Price spoke up in a logical tone.

“Yeah, he tried to arrest Gaz,” Ghost added.

“Prick,” Gaz grumbled.

“Let's do this Lads,” Price grinned at the rest of them. Like a toddler hyped up on sugar.

“Actually, I think that might be a bad idea,” Gaz spoke up.

“Gaz,” Price called and Gaz hummed in response.

“I got two of these and you got two of those. And we got whatever da fuck Ghost is, lets go,” he held up two fists before stepping out of the car.

“No NO nonononono,” you reached over trying to grab at Price, but he was already gone.

“I swear to god if any of you move I'll give you tetanus shots in the morning,” you threw the threat back at the remaining men in the car. The tetanus shot was one of the worst shots you could get, and they all had bad memories of it. So at the threat, they quickly did their seat belts back up. 

“Christ,” you hissed, quickly hopping out of the car when you saw Price walk up to an officer hanging around outside.

While you were trying to deescalate the situation and explain to the cop why there was a drunk man trying to pick a fight, the boys were watching from the car. 

“She's scary,” Gaz whispered.

“What a fucking woman,” Ghost grumbled.

“I think I'm gonna ask her out,” Jonny declared. Ghost head snapped around faster than light.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled.

“Don't tell me what to do,” Jonny rumbled back.

“I bagsed her. You can't do shit,” Ghost said.

“Fucking when?” Jonny asked.

“Just then,” Ghost stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“You can't bags a woman,” Gaz interjected.

“I know, women are strong beautiful beings to be respected and we are to respect their choices,” Ghost said, all the boys agreeing.

“But I still bags her,” he added at the end. 

“Fuck you Brit. If you like her, do something bout it!” Jonny snapped his blink slightly delayed. 

“Suck a cock scotsman,” Ghost snapped back.

“Do-Do you think you can beat me in a physical altercation of feisty cuffs?” Jonny fumbled with his words, raising his fists slightly. His aim was to star threateningly at his face but he missed the mark slightly staring at his knee. “I will beat you in a way you have NEver Beeenn beaten before,” Ghost stared at Jonny’s unfocused gaze. Before casually reaching over and giving him a gentle backhanded tap on his face. 

“OHHHHHH,” Gaz called from his middle seat.

“DAMMIT!” Jonny explained as if he had just received a full on punch but didn't move in the slightest.

“You just got hit in the face lad,” Gaz giggle.

“Hit me again!” Jonny dared. So Ghost did, repeating the same action. Only it didn't seem to compute in Jonny mind the second time. “I dare you, you put your hands on me one more time, Cause I swear, it will be an, I will-” Ghost reached over his wrist wrapping around the back of Jonny neck.

“Come closer so I can put you in a choke hold,” Ghost asked politely.

“No!” Jonny declared going to hit back only for his hand to completely miss and fall to the side harmlessly. The two fumbled in the back of the car not really accomplishing anything.

“Guys, look he's gettin the cop!” Gaz announced. They all looked out the car window to see the cop walk off.

You had tried and failed to calm them down. Price had demanded to see the cop that tried to arrest Gaz. The boys all piled out of the car, some more graceful than others, before rushing up to you.

“Oh god no, get back in the car please!” you begged.

“Gotta get loose,” Jonny stated, starting to do jumping jacks.

“Guys Doc is right. We should go,” Gaz stated.

“Pussy,” that one word from Ghost was all it took for Gaz to shrug his jacket off and start stretching.

“You guys are really gonna fight a cop!?” you asked, bewildered by it all. 

“Yes we are!” Jonny yelled confidently.

“No you're not!” You yelled. You couldn't believe it. It was like all common sense had been turned off in their heads.

“Ohhh Jonny’s in trouble,” Gaz grinned.

“Fuck you,” Jonny called reaching out to try and give Gaz a slight tap on the nuts.

“Dont touch my balls!” Gaz cried. 

“Yeah Jonny,” Ghost chuckled, amused by it all only for Jonny to try and hit his. Bewildered, you were utterly bewildered as you saw the group of highly trained soldiers all become involved in what you assumed was a game of hit the dick. They were all relatively bent over trying to protect their jewels while simultaneously trying to hit each other. Even price had been pulled into it.

“Guys come on,” you begged. 

“He touched my penis!” Jonny cried in a high-pitched voice.

“Don't touch my penis!” Gaz screamed right back. 

“Can I help you boys?” A cop walked out of the station.

“Officer. Hi. I am so sorry about them there just a little drunk, I'll get them home safely,” you quickly interjected yourself between them.

“It's the cop!” Jonny declared pointing at him. The cop was beyond confused. Because for one, he had never seen the boys before in his life. 

The truth of the story was that it was a comply different cop that had tried to arrest Gaz. They looked similar, and that was about it. And the only reason why he was trying to arrest Gaz was because he had stolen his taser gun.

But the boys could hardly see straight, so when they heard the cop was there, they trusted his words comply. 

“Come on, let's go!” Jonny declared as they all crowded around the poor man. Well, you tried to keep them back trying to speak over their taunts for a fight. The cop spoke into his radio, requesting backup.

“Please, this is all a big misunderstanding. They're actually really nice blokes,” your words fell on deaf ears.

“Pig!” Ghost said.

“Oh look, the little boy needs back up. We can take em,” Gaz said.

“If Laswell finds out about this, she’ll have your heads!” Your yell instantly had the boys silent.

“FUCKEN RUN!” Price ordered the fear filling them. Instantly they took off down the street.

“Serpentine!” Gaz yelled had them all running in a squiggly line. Which had Jonny and Gaz running into each other. Ghost even knocked his head on a low post not even flinching as he kept on running. That left you standing there out the front of the police station with a group of police officers. And you all watched as the boys disappeared down the street. 

“So um that,” you trailed off, pointing to them. “I uh,”

“I have no explanation for that,” you whispered in defeat. 

When you found Gaz he was still running down the street.

“GAZ GET IN THE CAR!” you yelled out the window.

“FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK POLICE WOMEN!” he yelled.

“WHAT!?” you yelled. He instantly stopped running up to the car window.

“I have nothing against women, officers. I understand how my words were terrible. I just heard you were a woman and everyone calls you all policemen so I wanted to be inclusive but I realize I was just singling you out,” he explained drunkenly.

“Gaz I'm not a police woman. Get in the fucken car,” you ordered.

“You can't fool me. FUCK POLICE WOMEN!” he yelled, taking off sprinting again. 

“Fuck this,” you grunted slamming on the breaks and jumping out he car. Gaz wasn't really sure what happened but one moment he was running down the street and the next he was in the back of the car the seat belt cut and tied around his hands and feet.

The others were a bit harder to find. Price was up a fucking willow tree. Getting him out of the tree was a fucking mission. You ended up just throwing random stuff at him until he eventually fell out. You used branches to tie him up and put him in the car as well. Finding Soap was a lucky find. You saw him stumbling down the street and when you called out to him he rushed into a club. As you walked in you realized quickly that you wouldn't have much luck finding him. It was packed to the brim and you couldn't see over anyone's heads. So you make your way up to the DJ booth.

“Hi, I'm trying to find a drunk scotsman. He's a vet. Do you mind?” you asked, gesturing to the microphone.

“Anything for our boys,” he said, handing it over.

“If you're a Scot and wearing a kilt, come up on stage for your prize!” Everyone cheered as you tucked yourself behind the DJ stand. Jonny walked up on stage basking in the cheers, raising his hands high in the air. 

And then you crash tackled him to the floor, tying him up with some power cords.

“Fucks sake Jonny,” you grunted after you had lugged his body out of the club and into the car. 

“Wow, they caught you before me, Captain. I'm surprised,” Jonny grinned smugly. You spent the next hour searching for Simon. You were about to give up when you decided to ring his phone. If Gaz’s still worked there was a chance his did too. Hearing the ringing you frowned. It wasn't just coming from your phone. Looking back to the boys, you could hear the muffled sound.

“Hello?” Ghost asked through the phone. His actual voice sounded once again from the back. Getting out of the car, you rounded it before pulling the boot open. There Ghost lay, his large body comedically tucked into the back, the Traffic cone still in his arms.

“How long have you been in there?” you asked.

“Since you caught Gaz,” he stated simply. With a deep sigh you gestured him out of the back. You knew you didn't need to tie him up and helped him to the front seat. Locking the doors, you started to drive everyone back to base.

“Boys, we've been kidnapped,” Price stated slowly. 

“Like hell we have,” Jonny whispered back.

“What are you boys whispering about back there?” You asked. With your eyes on the busy road, you failed to see them untie themselves and jimmy the lock.

“RONDEVU AT THE PUB BOYS!” Price ordered. Instantly, they all threw themselves out of the car and legged it in opposite directions. You had slammed on the brakes once they had done it. You watched them run, letting your tired head fall to the steering wheel.

“Give me strength,” you pleaded. This time you weren't so lucky in finding them. 

What happened was your phone rang again. From a new number.

“Hello?” you already knew who it was.

“Hey doc. Can you come pick us up? We lost the car,” Gaz's voice wafted through.

“Sure where are you? You asked.

“The police station,” he whispered bashfully.

So there you were back at the police station. You smiled bashfully at the officers the boys had tried to fight. Luckily for them you were a sweet talker. And the fact that they were military helped as well. They would have been charged with theft of a police officer and walking out on a tab. But you returned the taser gun, which hadn't been discharged. And you paid the tab with a generous tip getting their boots back in the process. The boys embarrassingly walked out of the station looking like puppies that had just been kicked. 

“Are you mad at us?” Jonny asked.

“Not mad, Just disappointed,” you shook your head. For the four drunk men the sentence was devastating, making them drop their head in guilt. A tiny smile pulled at your lips.

“Come on, let's get you home,” you ruffled Jonny's hair gently pulling them all out of the police station.

“Can we get McDonalds on the way home?” Gaz asked.

“I want an ice cream,” Price spoke up.

“Sure, why not?”

This time, the drive was much more peaceful. When you got back, you made sure they were all changed, well hydrated and tucked into bed. Which was incredibly hard because they had hit the pass out drunk stage. Ghost was the hardest. You managed to get him on the bed and his shirt and jacket off relatively easily. You paused momentarily as you saw his bare upper body. God damn the greek sculptures could take pointers from him. Your gaze softened as you saw all the scars and bullet holes that lined the ripples of his muscle. He's been through a lot. You felt slightly perverted as you undid his pants. Only they were wet and long, so you stood there yanking at them pulling them off inch by inch. Now you were using your whole body to get those bad boys off, so it didn't surprise you when you flew halfway across the room when you finally got them off. Breathing heavily, you gently lifted his legs back onto the bed. Grabbing the blanket, you tucked it up to his chin, your hand brushing against the wet mask. While the room was heated, it was still cold. Plus, you couldn't tell if it was water or blood from the hit that was on the top. 

“Alright Simon, I'm gonna take off your mask. But I'm gonna close my eyes so don't worry. I just don't want you waterboarding yourself in your sleep,” you whispered. He gave no response. With a deep breath, you reached up and closed your eyes. Your hands gathered the material at the bottom of the fabric and started rolling it up. In your focus you hadn't noticed Simon's eyes snap open at the movement. His hand had almost snapped around your wrist, only stopping when he saw your eyes closed. Slowly, he let his hand fall as you pulled the mask fully off. 

“Alright, now let's see if you did any damage to that head of yours?” you asked. Your hands brushed away his hair from his face, humming at the loose curls. His heart stirred as he stared at you, loving the blissful feeling your hands gave him as they moved across his face. When you were happy that it was only a lump he had sustained a small giggle left on your lips.

“That's gonna be a shiner mate,” you whispered.

He watched as your smile dropped slightly when her thumb brushed over a scar. You got a weird sense of DeJa'Vu as you thumb gently traced the scar. So many scars. Life certainly hadn't been kind to him.

"What am I gonna do with you huh?" you asked softly. Brushing his hair back once again, you stood.

“Night Simon,” you whispered before blindly making your way out the room. Simon watched the door close before looking up at the ceiling. His hand clasped over his rapidly beating heart as he came to the sudden realization. 

He was absolutely smitten for the Doc.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

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~Cowboys and Men = Part Two~

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“She's her own woman. Who knows not to mess with pretty little cowboys like you,” Jonny stated. He didn't like the cowboy from the moment they meet. Weather that be due to the insult or not was unimportant.

“We’ll see about that,” Arthur smiled, walking away.

“Can we kill him?” Ghost asked.

“Such a pity a civilian was caught in the crossfire,” Jonny shrugged, adding onto Ghost’s statement.

“I volunteer. I'll just say my aim was off,” Gaz offered.

“Easy boys,” Price shut down the idea. But he wasn't necessarily opposed to it.

Tommy was a good rider for his age. He stayed on the back of the beast of a bucker longer than anyone else. Then it was your turn. 

“Fucken hell,” you whispered as you climbed into the pen sitting atop the horse that moved around ready to send you straight to hell. 

“You look nervous,” your head snapped to the side to see Tommy smiling at you.

“He's wild,” you nodded down to the horse.

“You can still back out,” he suggested. That smile he wore, was he being suspicious or just a dick. “Ain't no shame in being a buckle bunny,” he stated. Your face settled into a frown at the insult.

“Lets go!” you announced. Man, that horse rocked you. You lasted an average amount of time. At one point, you lost your hat. You were thrown from the horse in a dramatic fashion tumbling across the ground. The people cheered as you got yourself to your feet. When you recovered from the fall, you looked around for your hat. It had fallen out of the arena. With your body still buzzing with adrenalin, you jogged over to it. As you were about to reach down Arthur had picked it up. 

“Than-” your words trailed off as he took off his own and placed yours upon his head. Your face flushed as you were reminded of the hat rule. He grinned, leaning down over the railing holding his own out to you.

“Ohhhhh looks like she's got an admirer. You two youngins be safe tonight,” the announcer called as wolf whistles sounded front the crowd. You brushed your nose, ducking your head in embarrassment.

“Will she take the hat?” the announcer asked. 

“Take the hat! Take the hat!” the crowd began to chant. God, how did it happen? Spotting Tommy watching from the side, you second guessed your actions. In one of the meeting Price had order you all to blend in. To play the part.

If he thinks you're a buckle bunny you'll play the part of a buckle bunny. You took Arthurs hat and placed it on your head, the crowd going wild. Arthur smiled, tipping the hat to you as you walked off. 

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It was game time. You all convened drawing your hidden guns as you headed for Tommy, only when you arrived at the garage he was gone.

“The fuck?” you questioned. When returning to Arthur he meet the team halfway with a sorry look.

“He left early, right after your run,” Arthur stated in an apologetic tone.

“Let's go. We should still be able to catch him on the road,” Price suggested.

“Hey, come on. He'll be here again tomorrow. You'll have a better chance then anyway,” Arthur held his hands up to slow you all.

“Why's that?” Jonny asked.

“Less people. He stays for drinks after,” he stated. 

“You better not be fucking us around,” Ghost warned, turning fully to tower over Arthur.

“Wouldn't dream of it,” he answered. You all turned to Price ready to act on his decision.

“Fine,” Price stated. The boys walked off, ready to head back to the ranch. You walked up to Arthur with a bashful smile.

“Here,” you said, handing his hat back to him.

“You know the rules, right?” he asked. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. If you put on a cowboy's hat, it meant one of two things. He was coming home with you or you were going home with them.

“I do. But I was playing a role. To keep Tommy thinking I'm the buckle bunny he suspects,” you said beckoning for your hat. Arthur looked slightly disappointed at your words.

“I see. But I want you to know the offer still stands,” he said, taking your hat of and stepping closer to place it on your head.

“And while I'm flattered, I'm sorry but I have to refuse,” you stated with a small smile.

“It's the Ghost boy isn't it?” he asked. You sputtered a resonance as you chuckled, stepping back.

“Funny,” you said fixing your hat so its brim covered your eyes from his gaze.

“Well, if I was him I'd get a move on,” Arthur stated with a knowing smile before walking off. With a huff you shock your head searching for the boys, unknownst to you one particular one with a skull mask was situated in a shadow watching the whole situation with an uneasy feeling in his belly. 

“If I were you I'd get a move on,” Ghost knew Price had approached him. But his statement still made him jump.

“Don't know what you're talkin bout,” Ghost muttered.

“That cowboy’s working his magic. I’s get in before you regret it,” Price stated with a knowing look. Ghost stared at his Captain a man he trusted with is his life.

“Men like us don't deserve a woman like her Captain, we don't deserve happy endings,” Ghost muttered. Price nodded. A part of him wanted to agree.

“Well she deserves the world. And if she wants you in that world are you going to refuse?” Price asked.

“She deserves better than me John,” Ghost whispered. His hands were dipped in too much blood to ever hold her.

“I don't think so,” Price shrugged.

“Oh yeah, what do you think?” Ghost almost snapped at the man.

“I think you deserve each other,” he whispered, giving Ghost shoulder a firm pat before walking away. He didn't say it with malice. He said it with a kind smile. Trying to tell his solider that he did deserve happiness.

That night you were all sat round a fire with a few of the ranch hands. All drinking and simply enjoying the night. Some shared stories. Jonny made up a few of his own playing the part of the cowboy. One of the ranch hands were plucking a banjo admitting he had just started to learn. After a few seconds he was forced to put the instrument down by the many annoyed ranchers.

“Damn thing sounds like a cat dien,” A rancher called.

“Come on now, the banjos a beautiful instrument,” you called out in defense. You were sat in between Price and Ghost on a log.

“You did hear what we hear right?” Jonny asked, pointing to the embarrassed lad. 

“No offense, but you need to hear it played right. It can be beautiful,” you said.

“Oh yeah prove it,” Gaz dared. With the help of a little alcohol you shrugged, standing up. “Hold that for me, will ya sweetheart?” You asked passing your bottle to Ghost who automatically took it. 

“Not your sweetheart,” he grumbled. You chuckled with a wink before walking over to the lad.

“May I?” you asked. He handed over the instrument and the picks which you slipped onto your fingers. 

“Didn’t want to say anything before, but it probably would help if ya tuned it,” you said plucking a few stings to get the right tune. Arthur stood from his seat, which was semi center allocated and offered it to you. 

“Why thankyou sir,” you tipped your hat as you sat down.

“Now, no one make fun of me. I'm a little rusty,” you whispered.

“There is no way you know how to play that thing,” Jonny muttered. You smirked giving him a wink as you adjusted. 

“This one's called sugar hill,” you muttered before you began. To there surprise, a cohesive and beautifully uplifting melody echoed from your fingertips. Your audience was silent as smiles settled onto their faces. It was peaceful, beautiful. It was a moment you wished you could freeze. Yet when the song ended so did your little fantasy. Everyone cheered and clapped. 

“Oncour!” Arthur called.

“Alright, if the crowd wishes,” you grinned befor diving into another song.

After a while everyone was sort of talking to themselves. You sat by the lad form before giving him a few pointers.

“So Ghost was it. What do you do?” Your head snapped up at the question much like the other boys. Next to Ghost saw a woman, drop dead gorgeous and she knew it type of woman. She sat really close to him. A seductive smile on her lips. 

“I'm on Anna’s team,” he stated simply. “I know that. What's your speciality?” she asked. She was just making conversation. Only it wasn't just a conversation for Ghost. It was an interrogation. One he need to keep his cover though. His mind went blank. All he had to say was something to do with horses, or management. After all you didn't think the boys would be asked anything past that. Laswell certainly didn't so she didn't give the boys specialised jobs in your so called team. In all Ghost’s wisdom he turned to look for help. His eyes mistakenly rested on Jonny.

“He's uh. He's our musician,” You and Price almost smacked your foreheads at the words. Out of all the jobs Jonny could have chosen he chose musician. Ghost eyes narrowed into a glare for a split second before becoming blank.

“Oh my, that's amazing, what do you play?” she asked, moving closer. So close that her chest brushes by his arm. Your frowned at the gnawing feeling that settled in your stomach.

“Guitar,” Ghost answered.

“Oh you're in luck,” the woman dispersed to the back of truck before pulling a guitar out. Great, just great. She trusted the instrument into his hands with an excited smile.

“Will you play something for me? Please,” she flashed her pretty eyelashes. 

“I don't feel like it,” Ghost stated.

“Oh come on. What, you not a real musician then?” she pressed teasingly. Ghost was a good soldier, so he knew he had to do whatever he could to keep his cover. So to all your utter shock he slipped the guitar on. And started playing.

I can't help falling in love with you, by Elvis Presley. 

I can't help fucking falling in love with you by Elvis Fucking Presley. 

His voice was beautiful, deep and steady. Like the beat of an old tribal drum. His eyes focused solely on the guitar as he sang. The team was shocked into slack jawed silence. Simon Riley was singing and play the actual guitar. You never thought you would see the day.

And you found yourself wishing. Wishing that the person he was singing to was you. A stupid dream. You didn't see it, in fact you just missed it. Ghost had looked to you, a slight flicker of his eyes caught by very few. When you looked up at him, his eyes had returned to his guitar. Two gazes so soft, only for it to have been missed by the two they were intended for. It was painful for the boys to watch. When the song finished, everyone cheered yet again. The girl wasn't wearing a hat so when she reached over and took Ghost and placed it on her head with the bite of her lips, almost everyone cheered and whistled. The girl blushed and ducked her head. The hat rule. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.

They look good together. You thought. His eyes were focused solely on hers as she spoke. 

A sad smile spread across your face as you acknowledged the painful truth. Simon would never be someone like that to you. Sure you were friends, well, you hoped you were friends. But he had never made any clear signs. Every time you would say something sweet he would shoot it down. Just remembering his pervious comment, your throat stung bitterly. You were good at hiding dejection, you could pretend like it didn't affect you at all. But it did. 

Love wasn't in the cards for  you. You supposed you had accepted that fate long ago. Still knowing the fact didn't make it hurt any less. You tried not to think about it as you continued to teach the guy. Still, the mind rarely listens to you. Moments of the past passed through your mind, all the times you had tried to flirt. Tried to lay down a hint. Tired to be sweet. Tried to show him that you liked him. All ended in either being shot down or ignored. It wasn't like he was rude about it. He just didn't leave any room for misinterpretation. Misinterpretation you constantly enacted when you failed to see the expressions his mask hid.

And it didn't help that the only time he was sweet to you, when he held your hand so tenderly in the hospital. When he pressed his lips to your palm and leaned into your touch. Due to the drugs you couldn't remember a single moment of it.

“So what do you think, we proper cowboys now or what?” Jonny asked Arthur.

“Well you ain't proper cowboys till you've played cowboy poker,” Arthur shrugged.

“The fuck is cowboy poker?” Jonny asked. 

“This is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever done,” Jonny looked like he was about to shit himself. At the moment you all were sitting around a shitty plastic table on shitty plastic chairs. You Gaz, Jonny, Price, Ghost Arthur and another lad. In the middle of a coral.

“So we just sit here!?” Gaz asked as he breathed deeply and quickly on the point of hyperventilation. 

“Yes sir,” Arthur sung from beside you as he handed you a bottle of whiskey. You took it downing a good two gulps.

“This is stupid,” Price grumbled.

“And yet you're still sitting here,” you stated, handing the bottle to him.

“Not a word to Laswell. Understood?” he gave you all pointed looks.

“What scared you'll get in trouble from the missus?” you asked.

“The wife?” Arthur asked. You all chuckled as Price shook his head, handing it to Gaz.

“Are we really doing this?” Jonny asked. At first he thought it was just a joke, but as he saw the bull being rounded up he was staring to grasp the situation.

“Whatever you do Jonny, don't get off the seat,” you said.

“This is fucken mad,” he whispered shaking his head and snatching the bottle from Gaz.

“Forget your big boy pants back at the shop Jonny?” Ghost asked.

“Fuck you LT,” he snapped.

“SOMEONE WANNA EXPLAIN THE RULES?” Gaz asked.

“Last one at the table wins the pot,” you said watching as they slipped the bull int he chute that lead to the coral.

“Don't worry the bull always goes for the table first,” Arthur shrugged.

“THIS IS CRAZY!” Gaz screamed.

“Yeah not much smart thinking went into the creation of this. Pretty sure it was just booze and idiocy,” you stated.

“Set em free!” Arthur yelled. The sound of the gate crashing open sounded and the bull was let lose.

“Fuck this,” Gaz was the first to leave taking the bottle of whiskey with him. You all watched as the bull locked in on its target. It cleaved through the table Jonny and Price leaving before it hit. The table was destroyed and Arthur jumped out the way before the bull plowed straight through him. That just left you and Ghost. 

“Scared big guy?” You asked.

“Never,” he stated. Your eyes locked as the bull found the two of you. You were a little way aways from each other, You had sat on opposing seats so that meant the bull was going to choose one of you. It was a stare of between the two of you as you heard the bull fast approaching. 

Were you a little angry at Ghost? sure. You liked him and he didn't like you. A small flicker of childish rage bubbled within you. How dare he not like you? What was wrong with you? Why not you? It was a stupid little thought, but it was still there. So you kept his gaze, both of you refusing to look away. 

And one moment Ghost was there and the next he wasn't, broken plastic chair legs flipping through the air. The bull had slammed into him. 

“Oh shit,” a chuckle left your lips as the bull ran off. “You alive big guy?” you asked, rushing up to him in a bit of worry. Your eyes watching the bull that fought with the piece of chair stuck on his horn. You had to get out of the coral.

“No,” Ghost grunted painfully.

“Come on, don't wanna get hit again do ya?” You asked, pulling the man to his feet. The two of you rushed to the fence of the coral. Ghost found his thoughts not on the worry of the bull hitting him for a second time but focused on your hand. Which held his tightly as you pulled him away. Making it just in time, the bull pulled to a skidding stop as you both flung yourself over the top. You hit the ground beside Simon your hands still clung together. As you gazed up at the stars loud laughter erupted from your chest as you gave his hand a squeeze. Simons eye on the other hand was focused on you.

“That, my fiends is cowboy poker!” Arthur called, holding his hand out to you. You pulled your hand from Ghost’s grip and took the offered helping hand.

Later that night, when everyone was asleep, you snuck out to the field, taking the banjo in hand. You continued to drink as you rested upon a tree plucking the banjo as you tried to sort out your thoughts. Which unfortunately constantly pulled themselves back to a certain activity you though Ghost, and the girl were partaking in. Unbeknownst to you, Ghost had completely ghosted the girl, avoiding her at all costs.

 “The fuck you doing out here?” Ghost voice had you flinching, knocking the bottle of booze all over you.

“Shit,” you cursed.

“Drinking on the job?” he asked with a teasingly disapproving tone as he approached.

“Well, can't always be the model soldier now can I?” you asked, putting the bottle to the side whipping the alcohol the best you could. 

“The boys got worried when they woke up and you weren't there,” Ghost explained. You checked your watch. It was 5 am around the time you all would usually get up. You had not realized that you had sat out there for so long.

“I'm a big girl,” you shrugged.

“True,” he nodded, sitting down on the log closest to you. 

“Didn’t know you could play the guitar. Much less sing like an angle,” you muttered.

“Think I sing pretty?” he asked. You smiled.

“Like a siren Simon,” you said flashing him that smile he loved so much. 

“Didn't picture you as a Elvis fan,” you said.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah, picture you more as a heavy punk. Maybe a little rock,” you shrugged with a teasing smile.

“Well for your information I partake in the enjoyment of the country quite often,” he said.

“Oh, really?’ you asked, a small chuckle leaving your lips involuntarily. A contagious one seeing as Simon's shoulder shook slightly with a chuckle of their own. 

“I wanted to be a cowboy when I was a kid. Dreamt of owning a farm of my own,” he admitted. You paused your plucking. Simon had never talked about his past before. It seemed to serious for him as he quickly changed to a joking tone.

“The guitar original started as a way to impress the ladies,” he stated.

“Well you don't need any help there. That chick seemed smitten with you,” Simon briefly caught onto the slightly bitter bite that came at the end of your sentence. He wanted to believe it, but he also believed it could be his mind playing tricks.

“Just like you are with the cowboy?” Simon didn't know why he said it. Perhaps he wanted you to repute it.

“Who? Arthur?” you asked with a snort.

“What? He's got the horses, money, he's alright looking,” Simon shrugged. You shook your head the whiskey bring out your honesty like it always did.

“Nah. He's uh, he's not the one for me,” you stated simply.

“Who is?” The blatant question caught you off guard. You chuckled nervously, casting your eyes down to the banjo as you plucked it.

“I uh, I don't know,” you muttered. Simon tried not to be dejected at it. “The fucker better hurry up though. I'm getting impatient,” you joked, your eyes flicking up to Simon”s for only a second. It was only a second they needed to be caught in the pools of brown. Simon was studying you, like he did to everyone. Taking in everything about you. But there was something else in his eyes. He seemed like he wanted to say something. Price's words burned in his mind. He wanted to offer himself up as a potential candidate. But as hard as he tried, his tongue simply wouldn't move. You waited a few moments for him to say anything. Then you waited a few more. A sad smile spread across your face. It wasn't possible.

“The girl you end up with is gonna be one lucky bitch Simon,” you whispered turning away from his gaze as you stood. You put the banjo down as you watched the sun rise.

“You think?” finally his mouth wanted to speak. It just didn't say the right thing.

“I know it,” you whispered, patting his shoulder as you walked past him, back to the house. Your hand squeezed his shoulder before slipping off. Simon’s hand reached up, his fingers missing your’s by mere millimeters. 

In a bush nearby, Soap slammed his palm over his eyes, cursing his two teammates under his breath.

Everything was going great. You and the team had a plan. You were seated at a bar area with Tommy not too far away. The second day's events came and went. And now you were just waiting. Waiting for Tommy to peel away from the group so you could nab him. 

A beer was placed down in front of you.

“Sorry I didn't order this,” you spoke up to the bartender.

“He sent it for you sweetheart,” she said, pointing to Tommy. You forced a smile, giving him a cheers motion. He politely dismissed himself from the people he was talking to and made his way over to you.

“Hell of a ride yesterday,” he said.

“It was average,” you shrugged. He smiled as he sat down beside you fairly close. So close in fact that your shoulders were pressed together. 

“Yeah, it sure was,” he stated. Your heart stopped as you heard the click of a safety. A moment later you felt a cool metal pressed through your shit into your side. 

“Well shit,” you muttered, deciding to take a large sip of the beer.

“Shit is right, sweetheart. Now listen close or i'll blow your guts over that lovely girl next to you,” he threatened nodding to the woman who sat beside you. He had a gun pressed against you.

“There's an awful lot of people here,” you stated.

“Good thing my gun has a silencer on it. And if I'm not mistaken, you look a little drunk,” he said his lips twisting into a cocky smirk. 

“Wouldn't be surprised if you passed out, you know. But being the general man I am I’d be sure to take you to a quiet spot,” he suggested. He was right. The music was blaring. Nobody was paying attention to you. And you were alone. You were the lookout. The boys were stationed elsewhere in wait for him. But he didn't know that.

“My boys are watching mate, I wouldn't,” your words got cut off by his boisterous laugh.

“No sweetheart. You see, I know they're waiting for me tucked in little hide holes around the exit. I know you're all alone. Now what you're going to do is tell your little friends that I'm on the move. Heading in a completely different direction than they think I am. Then you and I are gonna slip out the back where I have a car waiting,” he explained it all. 

“And if I don't comply?” your question was answered by the gun being pressed further into your side. Yet your gaze remained unfazed. Unshaken. There was no fear in your eyes. 

“Then I kill him,” he stated, nodding to the bartender. “And her,” he said, nodding to another random person. “And her,” he added, nodding to a little girl who walked by. You stared at Tommy trying to see if he was speaking the truth. To find any lies in his eyes. You couldn't see anything, he was good at hiding his thoughts. And you couldn't risk it.

“How did you know?” you asked. 

“I got a little tip off,” he shrugged.

“From who?” you asked.

“And why would I tell you?” he asked.

“I don't know, cowboy to cowboy?” you suggested. He chuckled again.

“You may be a cowboy kid. But there's things that are a little bit more important than that. Now on with it,” he stated. Rolling your tongue along your inner teeth, you pressed you finger to your ear.

“This is Bingo, Bushy, you there?” you asked. At the other end of the coms, the boys all frowned in utter confusion. 

“What is she on about?” Jonny asked.

“Doc? This is Bravo 6. Repeat your last?” Price asked.

“Bingo has visuals. Target on the move. Casper and Dirt are clear to engage. He's headed for the west car park,” You hoped and prayed that the boys would understand.

“Good girl,” Tommy said, reaching up to rip the earpiece off before you could get a response from them.

“Capser and dirt? What's that supposed to be? Me and Ghost?” Jonny asked. 

“She's not using out code names,” Ghost stated into his comms the realization washing over them like a wave.

“Somethin’s not right,” Price grumbled gruffly.

Tommy had quickly taken you out of the bar area to the secluded back. You were walking to the car, the gun now pressed against your back. Your hands were clasped behind your head per his orders as he had taken your concealed weapons, but he still didn't trust you.

“Isn't this the part where you say I'm not going to get away with this?” he asked.

“Don't need to say something I know is gonna happen,” you shrugged.

“What?” his question was answered by a gun shot. You moved to the side and back, slamming your body against Tommy pinching the arm that held the gun between your arm and side. His pain scream ripped through your ears, a shot having cleaved through his leg. Your hit sent him flying to the ground as you ripped the gun from his grasp falling with him. Pulling your elbow back you stuck him in the face. 

Bullets ripped above you as the boys took out the few enemies that emerged from the car. Flipping Tommy who was wallowing loudly in pain over you slipped some zip ties around his hands. Pulling them taunt you glanced back at the car gun at the ready. Finding all enemies neutralized you stood.

“Doc you alright!?” Price was the first to make it to you.

“Course. Took your time,” you muttered.

“Ghost had to get into position,” he nodded to the shadow that stood on a nearby building sniper on his shoulder. Holding your hand up in thanks, he simply nodded.

“We look like a bunch of rag tag outlaws in these getups,” you stated as you heaved Tommy up along with Price. 

“Price she alright?” Ghost voice pressed into Price comm.

“She's all good,” Price said back.

“Tell em to stop worrying. And remind Jonny he still owes me a photo,” you told Price. When Ghost joined back up with you, you flashed him your usual smile.

“Thanks for having my back Big guy,” you held you hand out for a fist bump. 

“That not your blood is it?” he asked nodding to your pants. You looked down.

“Of course it's not mine. What feel your shootings getting a bit skew?” you asked. As you went to look up your vision was blacked by the brim of a hat. A hand placing it on your head and ruffling your hair with it.

“Quick thinking Doc. Good job,” Ghost hand left your head where he had placed his hat. You tilted it back watching as Ghost loaded Tommy into the back of the truck.

He had put his hat on your head. Through your faint blush, you shock your head. He didn't know about the rule. You told yourself to stop being delusional as you got back to work.

Little did you know Ghost knew all about the rule. Thats why his heart hurt so much to see you willingly taking another man's hat. As you left Price was talking to Arthur. Arthur's eyes scanned over you all as he waved a small goodby. You waved back falling to notice Ghost standing behind you with the smuggest look of victory on his face. After all you were still wearing his hat.

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You sat along with the other boys of the 141 as you stared at Laswell. She had just delivered the news of your next mission.

“Well shit,” you grin widely. Why? The mission was right up your alley. You had personal experience practically having grown up in the thick of it. The boys, however. You were almost certain that none of them had even come close to anything like it.

The mission. Going undercover in an American rodeo. 

“So you want us to play cowboy?” Price asked.

“That’s right. Long enough till you find this guy and bring him in,” she stated tapping her knuckle on a photo of the target. An older man with a grim surrounded by gray hair and a killer mustache.

“Y/N you'll be the one participating in the rodeo. The boys will be your team,” Laswell explained simply. 

“Her team?” Jonny asked, jabbing his thumb at you. “Why can't I be the horse rider huh?” he asked.

“Can you ride a horse?” Laswell asked.

“Well no, canne be hard, can it?” his question had you chuckling.

“Its an invite only event, we've got a contact. You'll head out tomorrow to show him what you got. He'll slot you in where he can,” Laswell focused on you as she spoke.

“Sure thing boss,” you nodded.

“Honestly Laswell, I think I could do a pretty good job,” Jonny stated.

“The fact that you think a rodeo only involves horses proves how unqualified you are for it,” You stated.

“And you are?” Jonny asked.

“I grew up in the saddle of a horse, mate. You're looking at a genuine drover,” you gestured to your body with a smirk.

“The fuck is a drover?” Jonny asked the rest of the team. Gaz simply shrugged.

“Alright dismissed,” Laswell said. 

You were quickly dispatched to the good old US of A. You were dropped off in a random field via helicopter. Your team walked up to two men on horseback. The one on the left was tall and buff with golden hair to die for. The other was slightly shorter and stubbier. But they both had one thing in common. They looked like genuine cowboys. Hats and everything.

“Howdy!” Jonny called with a terrible American accent.

“Fucken hell,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Forgive him. He's hit his head a few too many times,” Price stated.

“That stunt his growth too?” The blond asked. Your laugh broke through your lips as Jonny’s smile fell.

“The one you just shut up is Soap, that's Gaz, Ghost. I’m Bravo and that’s Doc.” he pointed you all out the cowboys, tipping their hat’s to you.

“Ma’am, I heard you're the only one with experience in the saddle,” the smile the blond gave you was slightly flirtatious.

“Since I was two. Grew up on a cattle station over in Australia,” You stated walking up to him to give them both a firm handshake.

“How could you choose the military life over one in the saddle?” he asked.

“Plan to get back to it one day,” you said your attention being grabbed by his horse that tried to nibble your jacket.

“He's gorgeous. Mustang?” You asked, reaching up to brush his nose.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nodded. “Care for a ride?” he asked with a wink. You chuckled at his obvious flirting attempt.

“Sorry mate. Not planning in hoping in any saddle that aint my own,” you said, giving the horse a pat.  

“Alright, well, this is Sam, my name's Aurthur,” he stated.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Price stated spoke up drawing the attention off you. 

“Pleasures all ours, Come on by the looks of you, it seems like we've got some work to do,” he stated.

“Work of what?” Gaz asked.

“To make you a lot cowboys,” he said with a grin.

First order of business, if you were to pass for cowboys, you had to look the part. Aurthur generously offered to take you all shopping. Your choice was quick, picked out for practicality. A simple light blue button up. A pair of denim jeans, a comfortable pair of boots and your old hat. You pulled the beat up looking thing out of your bag. It was your simple cattleman hat shape, in a dusty brown colour. It was scuffed and dirty, but it was yours. Setting it atop your head, you smiled at the familiar feeling. Slipping on the dark leather jacket, you fixed the collar before stepping out of the changing room.

“Look out,” Jonny stated from their allocated seats, all gathered in front of the changing rooms.

“So how do I look?” You asked, giving them a little pose.

“Like one hell of a rider,” Aurthur spoke up.

“So so,” Gaz tilted his hand back and forth.

“Oh yeah, let's see you do better,” you said tauntingly.

“Watch a master at work,” Gaz stated. You all waited for his outfit choice. When he stepped out you almost died of laughter. Tassels, tassels and fringe everywhere. On his head sat a bright red Tom Mix hat.

“What you don't think it's good?” he asked jokingly. 

“You look like you'll fly away in a light breeze,” Jonny joked.

“Eat shit soap,” Gaz flipped him off.

“Nah, I'll show you how it's done,” Jonny spoke up. Yells of shock sounded from you all as he walked out in a pair of assless chaps. Only they weren't assless. In fact you saw a lot of ass due to the fact that Jonny only wore the chaps. Nothing else. He held a small bowler's hat in front of his privates as he pretended to act confused. He turned around, giving you a clear view of his rosy red cheeks.

“Fucken hell,” you chuckled, tipping your hat down to cover your gaze.

“You know, I don't think I put these on in the right order,” he stated. Even the Price cracked a chuckle or two.

“Might get a rash ridding a saddle like that,” Ghost stated.

“I like it,” you said. Jonny gave you a wink.

“Come on Captain,” Jonny encouraged Price when his ass was contained again. 

Price walked out in a good pairing. A deep red button up, a pair of jeans, some lovely light brown boots, a light brown fleece jacket and a white brick shaped hat. 

“Captain my captain,” You whistled.

“Where did you find that fashion sense cap?” Ghost asked.

“Quiet you,” Price warned playfully.

“You know those videos where a baby sees their dad with their beard shaved for the first time and they just break out crying,” You asked. Jonny hummed in acknowledgment.

“I feel like that with that hat he's wearing,” you whispered. Jonny chuckled.

“Alright Ghost your turn,” Jonny said slapping Ghost shoulder. Ghost slowly moved his eyes from the captain to Jonny daring him to hit him again.

“Alright, be that way grumpy,” Jonny muttered. “Guess it's my turn again,” he stated. With your help, Jonny walked out in a tight black long sleeve shirt, a denim jacket and jeans. Black boots and a brown rolled brim with a puncher crown. He looked alright apart from the obviously large belt buckle he wore. A picture of a bulls head engraved on it.

“Compensating?” you asked, nodding to the buckle, getting a bird flipped to you.

“At least his ass is covered this time,” Ghost grumbled. Gaz tried again, deciding on a cowboy version of a lumberjack. Plated shirt with a vest jacket, a dark blue pair of jenes and a black version of his original hat. 

“Careful Gaz, that shirt looks a little tight,” Jonny called.

“That's the point,” Gaz stated with a smirk flexing his biceps.

“They can try all they want. The look of a cowboy is something that comes naturally. A look, ma’am that if you'll let me say looks extremely good on you,” Arthur leaned down to whisper to you. You smirked, shrugging.

“I don't know, I think they're pulling it off,” you stated. You chuckled as Gaz tried to perform his best cowboy walk. Hand on his belt and slaughtering forward before making a gun motion with his hand. And Jonny, who pretended to slow motion, to doge said bullets.

“Yeah sure,” Arthur muttered, making you chuckle harder. As you continued to watch Gaz and Jonny make a fool of themselves, you failed to notice a certain pair of eyes set on you. 

“Careful Lieutenant, you glare any harder and he might just get the message,” Price smirked as he saw the slightly pissed expression hidden behind the skull mask.

“Don't know what you mean, sir,” Ghost grumbled before walking away. 

Noticing Ghost's missing presence, you went to look for him, finding him in front of the many hats on display.

“Having trouble choosing?” You asked, walking up to him.

“Any pointers?” he asked.

“Can't help you there. This was my uncle's hat. He lost it when I won a bet,” you said.

“But,” you trailed off, your eyes searching through the hats. You smiled, reaching out to grab one.

“Yeah, this one,” you said, placing it on his head. It was low and pinched a grayish black.

“Yeah, that suits you,” you stated simply with a satisfied nod before walking away. 

When you all returned to the ranch, Simon changed into his outfit. Black jeans, dark brown boots, a black leather jacket and dark grey button up. On his head sat the hat you chose, and he still wore his skull balaclava.

“Well hello handsome,” Jonny called as he walked out to you.

“Zip it Mc’tavish,” he grumbled. Jonny chuckled as he walked up to you. In the pen Arthur walked out a horse already saddled up. Spotting other ranchers gathering round to watch with eager grins, you quickly assessed what was happening. It was a bucking horse, or at least one they were trying to break.

“Alright, lesson one of being a cowboy. Staying on a horse that doesn't want you to stay on,” Arthur stated with a wide grin.

“Any volunteers?” he asked. You chuckled, shaking your head as Jonny raised his hand eagerly.

“Love the spirit scots, man. This here is Bessy,” Arthur said, gesturing him forward. You whipped your mouth as Jonny confidently made his way into the pen.

“Ello Bessy,” he smirked. 

“I'd say goodbye to your balls now Soap, while you have the chance,” you called out to him.

“Ah, away with ye. I'll be fine,” Jonny waved you off.

“He's gonna eat shit isn't he?” Ghost asked folding his arms over his chest.

“All five courses of it,” you chuckled, pulling yourself up to sit on the railings. 

“He has medical cover right?” you asked Price that only shock his head at his soldier stupidity.

“Alright Soap. hold on tight,” After Arthur gave him a basic run down and when Jonny was sat comfortable in the saddle did he stepped back.

“You're gonna set a timer, wanna make sure there is proof when I stay on longer than those bastards,” Jonny nodded back to you all, giving you a wide confident grin as the horse started to pad at the ground.

“Sure thing, champ,” Arthur grinned. “Go on, give her a kick,” he suggested casually, taking a few cautious steps back. 

“What like this?” Jonny asked, kicking his heels gently into her sides. 

You knew pigs couldn't fly, but Jonny sure could. One buck had the poor man was out of the saddle onto the horses ass, then the second buck had the man cartwheeling through the air before landing flat on his ass his legs split in front of him. You and Gaz was practically dying of laughter as Jonny rolled around in pain holding his manly jewels. After Jonny’s poor first display, the ranchers started to pass around bets. 

“Who's next?” Arthur asked, turning to you lot.

Gaz sat on the back of Bessy looking like he was about to shit himself.

“Ok what do I do?” he asked shakily.

“Hold on,” Arthur stated simply.

“I know that, but I don't know the first thing about horses. Do do I pat it?” he asked.

“Sure, it probably won't do you any good though,” Arthur shrugged walking back.

“Come on Gaz,” you called encouragingly.

“I changed my mind, I want to get down,” Gaz stated. As he shifted his weight in the saddle, Bessy fell into a fit. Bucking and kicking like crazy. Gaz lasted about four seconds before he was bucked off. 

“This is bullshit,” Gaz grumbled, limping back to you trying to remove the dirt from his mouth. 

“Are the betting on us?” Jonny asked nodding to the growing group.

“There ranchers, this is probably the best entertainment they've had all week,” you stated.

“Yeah well they should stop,” Gaz grumbled.

“Why? They're actually betting in your favor,” you lied.

“Really?” he asked with a small grin of hope.

“No,” you chuckled, shaking your head, Gaz's smile instantly falling.

“Your acting way too high and mighty or this,” Gaz stated.

“I think I'm acting the right amount of high and mighty for my skills,” You shrugged.

“Skills we haven't seen yet,” Gaz grumbled.

“I don't need to prove anything,” you shrugged.

“Well, if ye so confident in yourself lass. How bout a wee little bet?” Jonny asked.

“Depends on what it is,” you smirked. With the smirk Jonny already knew you accepted the bet. 

“If anyone of us can last longer than you, you owe us all a week of sick leave,” Jonny put the offer forward. In the military you need a doctor's note or your medic's permission to have a sick day. Which was practically impossible to get. You don't abuse your power but you didn't put up with their bullshit either. So they only ever got sick leave when they were actually sick. And not a man cold either, they had to actually be sick.

“And what do I get?” you asked.

“Bragging rights?” Jonny suggested.

“I'll settle for a picture of you in the outfit you rocked back at the shop,” you stated, pointing to him. Jonny grinned widely.

“Deal,” he said as you too shook on it. 

“You ready, boss?” Jonny asked, turning to Price.

“A week of sick leave, you said?” he asked, debating if he wanted to be a part of your shenanigans.

“Yes sir,” you nodded. 

“Right,” he muttered, pushing his hat further down on his head before slipping in the coral and shaking his jacket off his shoulders.

You had to give it to Price, he was pretty good. And he looked like he stepped right out of a cow boy movie. The mustache and the fit was just perfect. You sucked in a breath as he was thrown from the horse. Impressed cheers came from the others. He lasted almost ten seconds.

“Ghost?” Jonny suggested.

“I prefer to keep my balls unpopped,” Ghost grumbled.

“Guess that's me then,” You spoke up. Walking up to Bessy you smiled brushing her nose before walking round her to where Arthur stood.

“Need a hand?” he offered.

“Nah mate,” you said effortlessly, swinging yourself up onto the saddle and taking the reins in hand. The familiar creak of the leather saddle and the ruff feel of the reins was welcoming. You settled into the back of the saddle, leaning back slightly. You pressed your hat down far enough down your forehead that the only thing you saw was your hands and the horse's shoulder blades.

“Alright, lets fucking do this,” you whispered before gently kicking her. You leaned back as far as you could and pulled the reins tight as she bucked wildly. Your body was jerked about left and right back and forth, yet you held on. The boys had to admit they were impressed. The ranchers cheered as the seconds drew on. As you hit the thirty second mark you swore as the horse slammed up against the side of the railings. To avoid you leg getting crushed you lumped off, the force sending you flying over the fence, right into Arthur who just happened to be sitting stop it. The two of you hit the ground in a cloud of dust. A relatively soft fall for you due to you landing on the cowboy.

“Fuck you alright?” You asked as you quickly hopped off the poor man.

“Look at that, falling for you already,” he groaned, painfully accepting your hand to help him up.

“That line usually work?” you asked with a small smile. You had to admit he was kinda cute.

“Well I don't usually have pretty women tackling me off the fence but here we are,” he said. You chuckled, shaking your head picking up your hat.

“How long was that Jonny!?” You yelled across the coral.

“Too fucking long!” he yelled back. You grinned smugly making your way back over to the boys.

Gaz and Jonny were adamant on getting those sick days. Price opted in for a few more tries, coming only four seconds from your record before he called it quits.

“Not gonna have a go Ghost?” you asked nudging his side.

“Risk getting hurt before the mission, not likely,” he stated as you watched Jonny narrowly avoid a broken bone. 

“Fair enough,” you muttered. The boys could not beat your best. With bruised bodies and prides you all retired to your a few spar rooms in the bunkhouse.

The next morning, you all gathered before dawn. Arthur said you were gonna learn how to ride. The boys walking a bit slower than they usually would. You were all assigned horses. Ghost and Price and Gaz were going well after some instruction. And Jonny. Well let's just say he wasn't built to ride horses. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. Loud laughs sounded as the horse started to trot slightly, sending your little scotsman's bouncing rapidly in his saddle.

“Fu-Uck En H-EL-LL,” he said through bounces as his head bobbled around. You rode up to him gently pulling on the rains to get the horse to slow down.

“Come on Mate. your ancestors road these guys into battle,” You said.

“Nah, these are American horses. If it was a scottish horse I would be grand,” he stated definitely. Amused by his logic, you just shook your head. To your surprise, Simon pulled up on the other side of Jonny. “Having a bit of trouble there?” Ghost asked smuggle. “Fuck Ye LT,” Jonny grunted, trying to glare only for him to slid sideways in the saddle. You reached out holding his jacket to keep him steady as he readjusted. Ghost smirked before trotting forward. You rode up to his side looking over his posture, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding both the reins. 

“You’ve done this before,” you stated.

“When I was a kid,” he muttered.

“It shows, You're a natural,” you said.

“Not as good as you,” he said.

“Oh stop it, you'll make me blush,” you grinned. He glanced over at your smile, grunting in response.

“So this is your dream, huh?” he asked. Your grin turned into a fond smile.

“Yeah. I want a nice plot of land in the tablelands,” you stated.

“Table lands?” Ghost asked.

“I'll admit you guys have some nice green pastures in England. But the tablelands. Man, it's something different altogether. Rolling green hills right out of a picture book. It's high up, lots of rain, and rainforests. Fog will roll over the hills in the cold mornings and arvos. I'll have five horses, shit ton of chickens and cows. Maybe a goat or two,” your shrugged. “Two dogs. One working kelpie and and little staffy,” you continued.

“A big old cottage that I built myself. Oh, it's gotta have a basement. Definitely a secret passage. Maybe a fake skeleton chucked in there.” your words had Simon smiling as his eyes settled on you. Settled on the sparkle of your eyes as you described it all.

“Oh and there will be this big ol tree. If I have a family I'll string it up with fairy lights and lanterns. I'll invite you boys round for week long adventures. Big ol fire place next to it,” you reminisce of a life that you possibly might never get to live. After all, your job wasn't necessarily safe.

“Oh so I’m a part of this future huh?” he asked. The instant your gaze turned to him he realized what he said. His face flushed as your smile became impossibly brighter.

“Of course,” you stated simply. Only when you did think of all those things you left out one key part. Whenever you thought about your future, the annoying prick in front of you would pop into the frame. Helping you build the cottage. Putting one of his masks on the fake skeletons. Him in the tree hanging up the lights. Him sitting next to you around the roaring fire. Clearing his throat his face flushed deeply as he looked back to the path in front of you. You didn't see the flush though. You simply saw him avoiding your gaze. For a moment, he wondered if he was having a heart attack. He thought it was the only explanation for his rapid heartbeat.

“Were going for a run care to join?” Arthur called back to you.

“Sure,” you called back. 

“So you ready to show me just how good you are?” You leaned over to Ghost with a taunting

“Perhaps,” he grunted.

“First one to the tree up on that ridge,” you suggested.

“Are we betting anything?” he asked.

“Bragging rights?” you shrugged. “On three?” you suggested.

“Alright, three,” he stated kicking his horse into a gallop. An excited grin stretched across your face as you did the same. The cantering group let out exclamations of surprise as you two zoomed past them in a full gallop. Even with his headstart you quickly caught up to him. Riding would forever feel different to everything in your life. It felt like flying, but so much more magical. As you were neck and neck you looked over to Ghost who looked to you. With a wink, you dropped the reins, opening your arms out as the horse pulled forward. You won by just an inch. 

The next day it was game time. You were strapped up and dressed up for your rodeo. You left a little earlier than the boys. You were hanging around beer in hand playing the part as Arthur introduced you to a few people. Chucking your watch you glanced at the time.

“They should be here by now,” you muttered.

“Speak of the devils,” Arthur muttered nodding behind you. A low whistle left your lips as you took them in.

As everyone took them in. Women, buckle bunnies and men had their eyes set on the group. They looked like a master piece of hot manliness. And you had to admit they looked good enough to have anyone's panties dropped with just a word. There boots kicking up dust as they strutted through the crowd. You swore the music was perfect of their entrance, looking like a scene out of a movie.

“Boys,” you nodded to them as they approached.

“Anna,” Price nodded to you. Your cover name for the mission.

“Come on, I've got to introduce you to someone,” Arthur stated beckoning you all over. You sucked in a small breath as he took you all to the target. 

“Tommy,” Arthur greeted the man like old friends.

“Arthur, how are you, my boy?” he asked. He was an older man, a true cowboy.

“Good Good,” Arthur nodded as they embraced.

“So you're the one Arthurs has been speaking about. You should know outsiders aren't usually welcome here,” the target stated as he turned to you.

“What scared of the challenge?” you asked with a teasing smile. The man paused a beat before breaking out into laughter.

“She's a spunk fire all right. Name’s Tom, everyone calls me Tommy,” he greeted holding his hand out to you.

“Anna,” you introduced yourself.

“Anna, you dont look like an Anna,” he said.

“Oh yeah, what do I look like?” you asked.

“Some real classy name. Like Evangeline or somethin,” he stated.

“Well, you certainly look like a Tommy,” you said.

“Why thank you ma’am,” he tipped his hat to you.

“And who are these fellas?” he asked turning to the boys.

“I'm her manager, Cole,” Price introduced himself. “These boys are on the team,” he stated, pointing to the rest who gave nods.

“I see, well fellas I'll see you out there,” he stated giving you another nod before walking off.

“So we grabbing him?” Jonny asked.

“To many people here,” Price mumbled.

“After the main event you'll have your chance, that's when he goes home,” Arthur said. You nodded, glancing around you. Fancy profession buckers were walking all round you. 

“Nervous Darling?” Arthur asked. The boys gaze snapped to him, some pissed of some surprised. The way American men say darling is just something different.

“I'm about to strap myself to a state of the art bucking horse. Of corse im fucking nervous,” you muttered.

“Don't worry. Come on, there are some other events before. Let's get you warmed up,” he stated. You needed to keep your mind occupied, so you agreed. Steer wrestling and roping was your go to. You didn't place first in anything but you didn't do too bad. The boys looked at you in a different light as you rode beside a young bull, jumping off your horse to wrestle it to the ground, flipping it over and tying its legs up. 

“God damn,” Jonny whispered as you stood to your feet holding your hands in the air.

“She's good, really good,” Arthur stated as he stood by the boys.

“That's our girl,” Price stated simply.

“So, what are you lot to her?” he asked.

“What?” Gaz asked squinting at the man.

“You lot seem real close. I know you're a team but I don't want to step on anyone's toes, I'm a gentle man like that,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean step on anyone's toes?” Price asked, his arms folding over his chest taking on the protective dad stance.

“Look if she's spoken for I'll back off. But I don't see no ring, and she calls you all by name. No pet names,” Arthur trailed off before turning to Ghost.

“So I guess im asking what are you to her,” the question was pointed at Ghost the boys quickly catching on. Ghost turned fully to him tucking his hand under his arm pits where his guns sat, hidden by his jacket. Although he made a point to let the smooth metal peek out.

“I'm the guy that fucks you up seven ways to Sunday if you hurt her,” his voice was deathly low, shaking Arthur up a bit. Yet it was Simon's glare that had the man really scared. 

But he also got the answer he wanted.

“So she's available?” Arthur pointed out with a grin.

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