Hi loves, I'm CC, and I've just started on my writing journey! I love all things Call of Duty, so have started writing a few drabbles about our favourite Operators :)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
Captain John Price 🪙
König 👑
Keegan P Russ
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick 🧢
Johnny -Soap- MacTavish.
Phillip Graves 🔫
This has taken foreverrrr, so sorry if you've been tagged in a bunch today, but i am allll up to date :)
He sneers down at you, his body caging you in over his desk, as he leans in. His eyes are cold, unlike the Captain you knew before.
Before the rumours. Before the whispers in the mess hall.
"So, you fuck around, do you, bunny?" He asks, but you know he doesn't want a reply.
He is so close to you, the air charged with something thick and heavy.
He leans further in, his breath lingering on your skin, eyes boring into yours.
You squirmed in your chair, eyes flickering down to his lips and back. When the rumours got out, you were crushed. In fact, it was the opposite. You had eyes for one man (this man) , not multiple.
You start to shake your head, a defiant flicker in your gaze.
His voice trails over you, and your cheeks flush. Being this close to the man you crushed hard on, even on bad terms, was enough to make you melt.
"What, no one to satisfy you at home? Poor. Little. Bunny." He scoffs, his voice dangerous and low.
You whimper, his scent, his gaze, his voice. Was all becoming overwhelming.
You tilt your head up, so close you could kiss him. He leans in, brushing one hand on your cheek, baiting you closer.
Just as you think he is about to kiss you, he pulls away, still close enough to cage you in.
"Why on earth would I kiss you, Bunny. Who knows where you've been, or with who?"
Not me finding a bourbon/sweet musk body mist in Primark and thinking how the 141 would react to a new perfume of yours, specifically a masculine scent...
He froze, as if someone had dumped cold water into his spine.
The eyes. They don't lie.
You looked down into the bundle in your arms, speaking softly with a smile on your face, narrating your shop to them, unaware of the man stood still behind you.
You adjust the little one, so their head was over your shoulder, eyes locked on something behind you.
You place the ice cream in the basket, and turn, apology for taking too long already on your lips.
Your eyes meet his, and its your turn to freeze.
Pulling your baby tighter to you, as if you were shielding them from something, you muster up a greeting.
"Never expected to see you again."
He flinches, eyes taking it all in. You seem softer, stronger even. and something in him, that has laid dormant for years, stirs.
"They mine?" He gruffs out, his voice deep and quiet, he already knows the size of him is intimidating, and he doesn't want to scare the baby.
One nod was all it took, but he knew, because those eyes weren't just his, they were his mothers too.
He holds his hand out, taking the basket from you.
"Whatever you need, i got it."
So... part two.
Does Ghost pay for everything and offers to help take it home?
Stubborn reader refuses and Ghost gives her his number, just in case?
He froze, as if someone had dumped cold water into his spine.
The eyes. They don't lie.
You looked down into the bundle in your arms, speaking softly with a smile on your face, narrating your shop to them, unaware of the man stood still behind you.
You adjust the little one, so their head was over your shoulder, eyes locked on something behind you.
You place the ice cream in the basket, and turn, apology for taking too long already on your lips.
Your eyes meet his, and its your turn to freeze.
Pulling your baby tighter to you, as if you were shielding them from something, you muster up a greeting.
"Never expected to see you again."
He flinches, eyes taking it all in. You seem softer, stronger even. and something in him, that has laid dormant for years, stirs.
"They mine?" He gruffs out, his voice deep and quiet, he already knows the size of him is intimidating, and he doesn't want to scare the baby.
One nod was all it took, but he knew, because those eyes weren't just his, they were his mothers too.
He holds his hand out, taking the basket from you.
"Whatever you need, i got it."
So... part two.
Does Ghost pay for everything and offers to help take it home?
Stubborn reader refuses and Ghost gives her his number, just in case?
"I'm too old for datin', Gaz." John admits, stretching on the sofa in the common room, his form almost swamping the furniture as his broad shoulders mirror the size of the back cushions.
"Not old, Cap. just haven't found the right woman." Gaz replies easily, not looking up from his phone.
"Anyway, its Valentines Day on Friday, and you gotta come with me." He persists.
John raises an eyebrow in jest, a small smile on his face.
"I know we are close, Gaz, but i think your wife might have something to say about me crashing your valentines dinner." He laughs, a deep rumble echoing around the room.
"Jess has a sister, she's single, you are single...." Gaz teases, a playful tilt to his voice as he shrugs, his eyes bright with mischief. He sits on the chair opposite the sofa, phone still in hand.
"Not liking that look, Gaz." John frowns, sitting up with a stifled groan.
"Cashing in that favour, Cap." Gaz smiles, and John curses under his breath.
"Fine, but we are square after."
Friday came, and you looked at yourself in the mirror, twisting your body to look at your outfit. You had found the dress at the back of the wardrobe, and was grateful for it. Black, stretchy and fitted in all the right places, you knew at least the dress wouldn't let you down.
Smoothing down the fabric, you give yourself a shaky smile. Jess had put you up to this as things hadn't gone so well with dating, and you were just thankful you weren't alone on Valentines.
Heading to the cab outside, you wrap your coat around you and get in, giving directions to the resturant.
Walking in, you held your head high, looking for your sister and her husband, Gaz. You got on well with him, and trusted them when they said they had a nice evening planned.
Waving over at them, your smile falters for a second.
You didn't expect a mountain.
A broad, tall, moutain with steel blue eyes and an easy smile, pulling out a chair for you.
"Hi." you introduce yourself shyly, thanking him for the seat, missing the way Jess and Gaz look at each other, like two people knowingly in on a secret.
"Hi, I'm John." he gruffs back, his tone deep and warm.
He sits next to you, his thigh brushing against yours at the sheer size of him, and you struggle to keep it cool.
Throwing your sister a look, to be met with a smug smile, you order.
The night goes on really well, the food was amazing, and your breath hitched in your throat every time his arm brushed yours, earning a little laugh from him every time.
"Shy little thing, aren't you?" He says quietly, taking the time to study you, his gaze flickers over your face, stopping at your necklace.
"I won't bite." He assures you, but you know he would if you allowed it, the man had a calm aura, but dominant through and through.
"I didn't expect a mountain of a man." You retort softly, barely louder than the room, but he heard it, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he laughs, a deep, rich laugh that snagged your attention like a spell.
"A little fire, i like it, love." he notes, taking in the way you look at him, eyes soft as you laugh back, his spine tingling as your laugh wraps around him, commiting it to memory.
Gaz and Jess head to the bar, leaving you two alone, the room seemingly smaller now its the two of you.
" Didn't expect this tonight." You admit.
"No? I can say the same. You surprised me, gorgeous, funny, a little shy thing under all those layers."
You blush, a mixture of the warm room, wine and proximity to John. Something clicked between the two of you tonight and you are reluctant to let go from your grasp.
Minutes pass, and both your glasses empty as you carry idle conversation into the night. You two only stop when you see the wait staff cleaning up the tables for the night, your phone beeps.
'Had to leave, babysitter called. Have fun!'
You smile, knowing your sister, she probably grabbed Gaz and left early, the pair of them known for being matchmakers.
"Looks like its just us. And it's closing time, so can I walk you home?" John asks, noting the quiet room.
Nodding, you stand, allowing John to drape your coat over your shoulders.
"I feel like I've known you forever. Is that weird?" You ask, taking his arm as you step into the night.
Shaking his head, John looks down at you, smiling.
"I feel the same love."
You both walk in a comfortable silence, your heels clicking on the pavement as you keep up with his long stride before pausing at the path to your house, the streetlight illuminating you like a halo. You peer up at him through your lashes, pulling your coat around your body like a shield.
"I don't put out on first dates." You warn.
"Luckily I'm a gentleman." John retorts, his arm still linked with yours.
"But-" you pause, your gaze flicking to his lips and back up to his eyes.
"I suppose a kiss goodnight would be fine."
John smiles, leaning in close.
"Gonna call me tomorrow?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
You nod, breath caught in your throat as you lean in, your eyes full of promise.
His lips press softly against yours, his hand around your lower back, pulling you in close, his body warm and strong.
You melt into him, your hands carding through his hair as you deepen the kiss, your body flush with his for a few moments, the world around you ignored.
Reluctantly, John pulls away, leaving you glassy eyed and stunned.
"Call me tomorrow, sweetheart." He says, helping you to the door, keys in hand.
"Why tomorrow?" You enquire with a raised eyebrow, chin tilted up slightly.
"Because then it will be our second date, and there's only so long I can be a gentleman for." He winks, enjoying seeing your cheeks redden as you process what he's saying.
"Goodnight, John. As blind dates go, It was my favourite." You say, opening the door to your house.
"Likewise, sweetheart. Goodnight, sweet dreams." He says, stepping back onto the pavement.
Watching as you shut and bolt the front door, John takes out his phone to message Gaz.
'Only you could have me go on a blind date with your wife's sister as a favour settled, and find me my perfect woman.'
..........
A/N sorry its long and rambly. Ive had writers block for weeks and this is what came of it.
Imagine Gaz finding comfort in a soft smile across from the coffee shop, the smell of freshly baked pastries and cinnamon fill the air as you ready your shop for the day.
"Kyle?" You call, holding his drink, and he almost doesn't answer, he hasn't felt like Kyle in a long time, maybe even forgotten under the weight of the cap he always wears, but with you, he could be.
