⣠pairing: simon "ghost" riley x OC
⣠status: ongoing
⣠genre: rivals to lovers (sort of?), dramedy, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, slowburn, idiots to lovers
⣠rating: +18
⣠total word count: 248k
⣠warnings & tags: depictions of violence, injuries, military inaccuracies, smut (masturbation, grinding, fantasies, oral sex, p-in-v), minor character death (mentions), slight sexism, depictions of torture, depression, 2nd person POV
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Simon Riley had always been a man in control of himself. He'd mastered his mind, his body, and his temper, all to become the perfect killing machine. Analytic, emotionless, efficient. The perfect soldier. Nothing could ever stop him. Nothing could ever tame him. So why the fuck was the new Lieutenant able to make him lose every ounce of control in his body without trying?
Michaela Duarte swore to the heavens that she wouldn't make the same mistake again. She buried herself in her work, shoving her feelings, her past, into a neat little box nestled deep inside her heart, out of reach, so that no one could hurt her ever again. So she could endure. So she could survive. So why the hell was Lieutenant Riley so good at breaching the walls she'd so carefully put up?
twenty. bed rest
âł med leave keeps you restless. ten days after the mission, you make too many pancakes.
twenty-one. the pub
âł the 141 celebrates your recovery by heading out to a pub.
twenty-two. indulgence*
âł desperate and frustrated, simon goes on a run to clear his head, but soon finds out that his growing obsession runs deeper than he imagined.
twenty-three. weakness*
âł you and simon give sparring another try.
twenty-four. punishment*
âł try as you might, the sins just don't wash away.
twenty-five. denial is a river*
âł your body keeps betraying you.
twenty-six. playing matchmaker
âł something's wrong between you and simon, and john intends to find out one way or another.
twenty-seven. something's burning
âł as a token of your gratitude, you bake cookies for kyle.
twenty-eight. little deaths*
âł it's hot outside. you're going insane. there's only one way to get this over with.
twenty nine. had to open your mouth
âł as part of price's scheme to get you and simon together, you're forced to endure a gruelling pub quiz session that ends terribly.
thirty. london
âł to clear your head, kyle invites you to spend the weekend with him in london.
thirty-one. damage control
âł with you gone, johnny and price stage an intervention for simon.
thirty-two. the laundry room*
âł duty calls price and kyle on a mission. with them gone, it's only a matter of time before the tension between you and simon explodes.
thirty-three. you shouldn't want me either
âł hours after the encounter in the laundry room, simon gets a call.
thirty-four. losing grip
âł in cyprus, price, kyle, and johnny struggle to maintain the status quo.
thirty-five. fallingwater
âł a storm looms on the horizon as you infiltrate konni's base in the black sea.
thirty-six. simon
âł falling, falling, falling, falling.
thirty-seven. the mouth of the wolf
âł one year ago.
thirty-eight. saviour and ruin
âł the mask comes off.
thirty-nine. lovesick
âł at the ULF base, the team suffers from your fallout with simon.
forty. the war ahead
âł emotional and physical exhaustion threaten to rip the 141 apart.
forty-one. paper trails
âł thanks to shepherd's intel, you set the course to pluto island to find makarov's oligarch financier.
forty-two. sitting ducks
âł as the team ambushes a convoy in the frozen siberian tundra, simon wrestles with his feelings, while you finally make a decision.
forty-three. stay
âł before you head to verdansk, you and simon finally have a conversation you'd been putting off for way too long.
forty-four. in one piece
âł you, johnny, and simon head to verdansk to stop the gora dam from being blown to bits.
forty-five. something stupid
âł after the mission, you patch simon up.
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i know it's a lot to ask activision to write an actual decent plot with actual soul and an exploration of the tf141's grief post soaps death but good god i hope they do not fuck this up. i'm hoping for a 5/10 at least.
reader who is, unfortunately, a âtoo honest for their own goodâ kind of drunk who gets dragged to the bar with tf141.
âkyyyle,â you slur, leaning over the table to which Gaz cracks a smile. âso prettyâŠanyone ever tell you youâre pretty? like âmen should be buying you dinnerâ pretty.â
soap snorts, an amused smile on his lips. âYa donâ even get a handsome, just fuckinâ pretty.â
âoi, piss off, soap,â replies gaz with no real heat behind it. âand you,â he starts, bringing his attention backed to your slumped form, âare a shitty drinker.â
you giggle, barely lifting up your head from the table.
price shakes his head, taking a large swing from the pint. âkids these days.â
the laughter dies down, everyone enjoying the relaxing ambiance thatâs been so hard to enjoy with missions on end these days. that is until-
âugh- Iâm so horny.â
the table stills, all eyes landing on your slumped form before soap bursts into uncontrollable laughter. his fist slams the table as gaz tries to still the man whoâs slightly tipsy and leaning back in his chair.
âbloody hell,â ghost mumbles, crossing his arms. âyouâre one them, huh? those honest-to-god-drunks.â
âyou shouldnât be saying those things out loud,â advises price, knowing full well that itâs going to go unheard seeing as youâre shit-faced drunk right now.
you groan, forehead connected with the table again. âyou donât get it. youâre old- probably have the sex drive of a tumble weed.â
gaz and soap have a poor attempt at stifling a laugh and even ghost cracks a small and an unseen smirk at your comment. price doesnât bother with a retort, knowing youâll have your regrets when they tell you about this conversation in the morning.
soap puts an encouraging pat on your back. âaye, cmon lass, if ya wanted to get laid, all ye gotta do is ask.â itâs clearly a joke but your head perks up anyways.
âdonât tempt me, cause Iâve thought about it.â
âyou donât sayâŠâ his eyes light up with interest.
ghost interrupts with a warning tone. âdonât encourage her, Johnny.â
âtoo late, LT.â soap stalks around your chair, sliding his arms âround back. he leans in close till you pick up the scent of beer on his lips. âtell me, what dâya think of?â
you match his lean with one of your own, eyes blown wide and curious. âare you rough in bed? tell me youâre rough in bed.â
soap smirks, flashing a charming wink. âaye, lass. why? want my handprint on your ass?â ghost flashes him a stern look but soap merely shrugs unapologetically.
you groan at his answer, âgod, I hope I remember that in the morning.â
âwe get it. we get it. youâre horny for soap. letâs stop before I hurl.â gaz puts his hand on your shoulders, urging you to drink more water.
âdont be jealous, gaz. youâre in there too.â
and suddenly, the angel on his shoulder disappears. âoh yeah?â
âgod, you have no idea how hard it is to work with hot men all day long. takes everything in me to not just give up on the mats and let you just pin me down.â
by now, soap has his phone out, recording this for evidence when youâre inevitably going to try to walk back on your words in the morning.
âwould love to be bent over a desk, donât even care whoâs behind me. or whoâs the biggest? LT? probably not you then- at least not first.â
you ramble on and on⊠about how you could get off to the gruff sound of your captains voice alone, or how sometimes youâd be soaking wet through your panties if they praised you enough.
and itâs not until you go into an explicit and ultra-specific scenario that involves all four men, some rope, vibrators, and a blindfold, going to ultra-specific detail about soap in your pussy, price in your mouth, and how maybe youâd even let someone in your ass, does someone do the sensible thing of slapping a hand around your mouth.
âIâm gonna take my hand offâya, and youâre gonâ be quiet, yeah?â
your eyes glance up to a stone cold stare behind a mask, meeting his gaze before you nod. âgood girl.â
his hand slowly withdraws and youâre silent. it stays that was for a moment, everyone unsure how to break the tension left in the air after your revelationâŠthat is until-
âaye, whatâs that LT?â
and that, would be the stiffy thatâs hardly concealed behind his jeans- perhaps he needs to buy baggier clothes from now on.
you stare at it. then you stare at him. âgod, I knew you were big.â
i think the ghost x price confrontation is a lie (i mean the specific scene from the teaser).
hear me out.
trailers always lie. i think that's a truth everyone into movies/tv shows/video games has universally acknowledged. so far, we've only seen a teaser of the game. it is meant to draw hype.
so, price has been established in the previous games to be extremely loyal to those he holds close. he's loyal to the 141. he's loyal to kate and farah. who else? idk. but he's loyal to them specifically. and sure, his arc in this game is him facing the consequences of his actions in mw3 and following a timeline of reckless and dangerous acts that's been established since the first game. but i think when push comes to shove, price won't harm ghost or gaz. i don't think he has that in him, and not because he doesn't have the capacity -- he's more than capable of taking on simon or kyle in a fistfight, and in the trailer we see him beating someone to death -- but because he doesn't have the willingness to harm his former teammates, the ones he led and bled with, especially after soap's death, which really threw him off the deep end.
so what happens with ghost? from the patch in his arm we can interpret that he's joined the SAS again, and maybe he's been tasked, along with other operators, in hunting him down. that "you broke a lot of rules, price" line sounds more reluctant than not. maybe simon's conflicted about the whole thing. maybe he's just doing as told. maybe there's something deeper going on. we can't know.
the scene we see on the trailer, plus the audio snippets (you broke the rules/no more rules) belong to different moments entirely. maybe simon says that line the moment they capture price after beating that person to death. i don't know. i might be grasping at straws here. but i do think the ghost/price confrontation is a lot deeper and not what we've seen in 5 seconds of a teaser. time will tell.
idk who pointed out that Price's face looks way more like Barry's in this game but it's soooo funny to think that someone at Activision had to genuinely say out loud "hey we should cash in on the fact that Barry Sloane is a stone cold fox"
