Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE
Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted
Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative
Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying
not to be "comment on fanfic even if they are oooold"
But I just read a pretty good fic published in 2014-2015 (you know, roughly TEN YEARS AGO) and I was like, damn this is so cool, I have to leave a comment, even if you know, they probably wont see it...
for the post abt simon being blonde or brunette idk what he looks like maskless in the og games but in the remakes leaked character model files hes blonde but in the comics hes brunette
ah yeah ive seen people talk about the comics and also say on wikia n stuff his hair is labeled as brown and IDEK
cuz then again i think people have been saying they miss his blue eyes from the og or somt because his eyes are brown now and even in wikia its been brown forever hahaha guess thats what comes with having a faceless main character xd
I love the idea of a perv ghost or graves. like stealing underwear and shit but the reader is into that 🤤
a/n: why not both ehe, grave's a little different i didn't want it to be so similar to ghosts'
not proofread!
↳ ⁀➷ ∵ ❝they like your drawers❞
∵ GHOST ∵
It wasn't uncommon for you to lose your drawers, you often did your laundry in big loads at the end of the week and sometimes they just go missing. But it was that last time, it irked you.
You walk into the laundry room after a long day of doing paperwork, the boring stuff to get your clothes from the dryer. on base the entire building would share the laundry room so it wasn't uncommon to run into different people, you didn't really expect to run into the LT though.
"Sir." You say, walking past him on his way out. He replies to you with a brisk nod. Then when you look at the machine you were using it was slightly open, what the hell?
You got your items, folding your uniform and pyjamas to find all your underwear missing. You groan, rolling your eyes. It couldn't have been him, right? Why the hell would he want—unless he fancied you but...it's Ghost, he wouldn't—well he might actually.
You're only annoyed because you're running out of panties.
The next time you run into him in the laundry room again but this time you're sat right in front of the laundry machine, waiting for the wash to finish to move your clothes to the dryer. You came later than usual, the time you tend to finish doing laundry to try to catch the culprit and well, Ghost stands there frozen as if he wasn't expecting you here.
"Evening, LT."
Ghost grumbles, but responds. "Sergeant."
"Doing laundry?" You ask, looking down at his empty hands with your brows raised. It was obvious now that it was him. Even with his mask and unreadable posture you can just tell.
You stand up leaning against the laundry machine as you unload your wet clothes into the dryer waiting for his response.
He only huffs, muttering to himself incoherently.
You finish your task and take leave your basket a top the dryer, it would take about an hour and half to finish the drying so you were going to leave, do something else while you wait.
You made sure to bump into Ghost on your way out, apologising insincerely, "Sorry, Sir. I should be more careful."
He doesn't say a thing, taking your impact like a tank. You don't see the way he lets out a massive sigh of relief not being caught, or so he thought. When you're gone he felt a bulge in his pants—not the usual bulge but something in the pocket of his cargos.
He reaches in with his bone painted gloves, ragging out a handful of unwashed underwear. He gulps, looking at them. He can't help the way his cock twitches at them, usually he gets them washed—dried but...these were fresh. He can't help but imagine how he was going to fuck his own fists with your panties buried in it. There is a handful of them, he was definitely going to pretend to eat you out with the fabric on his face later.
∵ GRAVES ∵
Your commander is annoying, he talks too much and can't keep his opinions to himself.
It was when you were leant over in the cockpit looking over at the pilot's dashboard. You look behind you, "We're approaching five klicks from target, Commander!"
It's the look on his face, the way he probably didn't even hear you. He's just looking at you with that shit-eating grin on his face. "You wear a thong to work, Lieutenant?" He smirks, looking back at his shadows shamelessly. "Boys, LT. wears the cutest little thong under her uniform."
Your eye practically twitch. Under your mask you sneer with annoyance as he laughs along with the team. You stand, walking back towards the cabin. "Anyone that laughs, I'll make sure doesn't come back alive." After all, you were above all their ranks but Graves.
They all shut up almost immediately, watching the way you glare daggers into Graves as you sat down. Graves lets you order the boys around, scare 'em. It's good practice.
He still smiles, that little shit. He takes his helmet off and sits down right next to you, purposely right up against the side of your body and hits your leg with his teasingly.
"Got anymore of 'em?" He whispers, his head bumping into yours.
You grunt, crossing your arms. "Shut up."
"You never wear 'em for me."
You scoff, looking him in those pretty eyes of his. "Cause, you don't deserve my nice underwear. I only wear 'em for special occasions."
"Who the fuck are ya wearin' em for then?" He's got a stitch in his brow. You like pissing him off, like pissing off a chihuahua but this dog bites pretty damn hard.
You lean towards him, bumping your forehead against the side of his head. "Who knows, maybe the captain of that team you hate so much."
"Don't you fuckin'—"
You stand to interrupt him, you can feel him seething next to you. "Let's go shadows! Let's take this fuckin' place."
During the mission you can hear how irritated Graves seemed and especially when he stands with you by his side giving Task Force 141 some respect after completing the mission with them. He keeps looking at you from the corner of his eyes as if daring to you fuckin' say something right now to the Captain.
You stand there popping your hip with your hand against the end of your rifle as it acts as a support, you turn your head pretending to make eyes at the Captain and overly nodding. "It was nice serving by your side, Captain."
You can hear Grave's kiss his tongue over his teeth. When you see him from the corner of your eyes his jaw was tight, clenching.
When the Captain gives you his regards, a flirty smile and a nod with his hat you beamed, more at the thought of how mad Graves probably was. It's when you stand and wave towards their squad that you feel Graves coming up to your side, his hand rolling up your hip before he grips it tightly.
You can feel his fingers looking for something, but he can't seem to find it. His brows furrow. Your hand comes up beside him, dropping his prize into his hand. "You wanted it right?"
You smile under the mask pushing off him. He holds it in his hand and you think you can see his cheeks redden. But then he notices you're walking away from him. "Where the fuck are you going?"
"To show that Captain how good my ass looks without 'em on." You point to the panties in Graves' hand and you swear you can see steam coming out of his ears.
He practically chases you down, grabbing you by your belt and holding you against him. You could feel it, pressing against your hip.
"You like making me jealous, don't you?"
"I like seeing you possessive, Sir, " You remark before nodding towards the panties still in his grip. "I'll need those back."
"Nah, they're mine now." He brings it up to his face, pressing his lips against them. "You can ride on the helo back without 'em. maybe instead my hands between your legs, hm?
Adler giving you his old dog tags to wear, but you get annoyed by how much they clink together when you move; so you end up stowing them inside your bra, to ‘keep them next to your heart’; only for adler to start smiling at the idea of something of his being smushed up against your tits everyday
simon has to let the little thing holding him back go, the betrayal makes it easy but that doesn't mean it hurts any less.
⟶ cw. third person, angsty, betrayal, shadow!oc, relations with graves
⟶ note. yessir our girl's callsign is leech xd she has a good story behind why she was called that but it is the same OC in all the drabbles i write xx
he didn't expect to open up to anyone, especially not in the field—on the job. the strange girl he had been getting close to stands against him right behind the fucking devil himself.
"what? did you think she was one of you?"
graves' words stung a lot harder than he expected it to. his eyes were burning with hatred watching her stand there next to him like a good little pet.
1-3, leech. shadow company, american flag stitched on her flag uniform. how was he fooled?
she didn't even catch his eyes, he can't see her face under her blood stained mark. the blood of alejandro's people after they took fuerza especiales hq and betrayed task force 141 and the los vaqueros.
she doesn't even make a move when alejandro is captured and detained. soap gets shot and ghost makes his escape. he even had the nerve to look over at her, if she was alright. she just stands by him, nodding to his orders without even a shift in her eyes.
fucking traitor.
in las almas ghost was separated him soap, only managing to communicate with him through coms.
"why are you still here?" her voice, it hits him like dagger to the heart.
ghost turns to her instantly pointing his gun at her with the laser sight pointed right at her. she had her hands up, walking through the darkness with a knife in hand—fresh blood dripping from it.
"bored of killing innocents already?"
she shakes her head, "if you call the shadows innocent."
he didn't quite believe her just yet.
"it's dangerous, ghost."
ghost scoffs, still pointing his weapon at her. "for you."
"i'm not the one being hunted." she saunters towards him, unafraid of the consequences, he won't shoot her, she knew that.
she sighs, close enough to him to smack her hand against the barrel of the gun away from her direction. he gets the opening to toss his gun aside and grab her, tossing her agains the wall with his forearm pressed against her throat.
her helmet is off, and her heavy plates too, ghost eyes them before she replies to his silent questions. "quieter this way."
"you're here to kill me?"
she rolls her eyes, those orbs the only things visible under her half-mask and beanie. "if i was, you'd be dead."
"you think too highly of yourself."
she laughs, "a girl's gotta' be optimistic."
her laugher dies down when he presses his arm against her harder, taking her breath. she winces slightly at the pressure. her eyes start to water but she doesn't show weakness.
ghost gets close to her, his mask pressing against the side of her face. "why'd you do it?"
"he's my...boss." she words out through her struggled breaths.
"that all?"
she had the audacity to scoff, "you know the answer."
he knew the strange little relationship graves had with her, he didn't like it. he doesn't pry for more. when a tear slips down her face he pulls away.
she coughs catching her breath. "if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were tryin' to kill me."
"i should."
"but you won't."
she knew him well. from the short time they had together, he couldn't do it.
"get outta here." he orders, he's no longer her superior yet he can she stiffens at the tone.
she sighs, rubbing her hand over her face. "that's it?"
"what else?"
"not gonna' beg me to go with you?"
ghost scoffs, hearing the quiet voice of soap through his radio. "no."
she's still a traitor, the rest won't accept it and deep down he knew if he had folded over the gentleness and soft tone of her voice—her charming personality then price might kill her himself. a traitor to the force, she was apart of the group that went after a hit on the captain's team, he isn't going to forgive that—not easily.
"shadow 1-3, this is graves what is your position?"
"ghost—"
"you should answer that."
she nods, knowing that it was pretty much over. it hurts him to turn away from her, from the thought of what it could've been but he had to, he had a job to do.
released a few parts of my case fic on ao3 : ) will upload it here to when it's done in one big part, 4/6 parts on there if anyone wants to read.
i haven't got time to check it over properly but will do so please don't be too mean about spelling mistakes and that sometimes my eyes don't catch em.
but enjoy anyway im really enjoying writing these bo6 fics
⟶ will write drabbles and short parts, you can also request drabbles about Jude/Adler or Jude/Case (from HIAHL, from my AO3) or Leech if you'd like to know about them a bit more x
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