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[personwhowrites]

Underground Ring

People screamed around you and it wasn’t mostly anger. People were cheering and booing your name as you walked to the boxing ring. Your gloves reflected the lights that shined and moved everywhere. You lived for this type of life, it was in your veins. The only issue that honestly held you back was your job. You worked for the army in the day time, you were valued as much as you were here. If anyone back at the base were to find out you knew it would be one hell of a meeting and possibly ending career.

You snapped out of your thoughts as your opponent stepped up, their build was bulky yet manageable by you. Underground fighting rings didn’t have weight classes, this wasn’t anything professional. This was a fun experience for anyone, so it never surprised you if opponents were bigger than you or smaller. You watched as their own gloves reflected the lights and people screamed their names.

You turned to your coach who slipped in a mouth guard. Their hands rested on your shoulders as he grinned.

“They aren’t a big size, sure they got a good build but your moves can do the work.” Your coach encouraged you as you nodded. “Bets been placed on you tonight, so live up to them kid.

You nodded quickly as he let you go, you rolled your shoulders and took a deep breath.Then you walked to the center of the ring, the opponent already there waiting with the ref. You glanced at the ref as he examined the opponent. Checking for any sharp objects, sure this was underground fighting but some rules were set. The ref soon turns to you and checks your own gloves, you let him with no issue.

“Try to keep it clean, no deadly hits for this round.” The ref explains to you and the opponent. “People placed money for a long fight so keep it long,but no kicking at least for now.”

You sighed and looked around, the crowd was booming with noise. Money was waved in the air as bets were placed. You glanced back at your opponent watching them as they rolled their shoulders and shook their head. They were nervous just at you, this fight would declare the best for this underground ring. With a quick move you shook your own head, smacking it slightly with your gloves to focus. Your eyes kept landing on the crowd. Something wasn’t right, you felt someone more important was watching. You kept scanning the crowd, your eyes trying to lock onto any unfamiliar face. Wait.. is that..?

“Fighters!” The ref called out making you look back. “You two ready!?”

Your nodded along the opponent, a bell rang out classifying the first match. You and opponent bump gloves before backing up. The ref signaled the two of you to start, immediately you put your guard up. The opponent stepped forward, throwing a quick jab at your block. You don’t budge and step back, your gaze turning to the crowd once more.

Your opponent notice your distraction and immediately threw a hard jab straight to the chest. You stumbled back and looked at your opponent as they jabbed you again. You barely manage to block their combo, if they managed to jab and cross you it would be hard for you to recover. Your body tense up as they kept trying to lower your guard. Their punches even with gloves were powerful enough to knock you back.

“Focus!” Coach tried to yell over the crowd. “Don’t let them get that combo!”

You look straight at your opponent, trying to focus yet your eyes scan the crowd again. You needed to be sure you weren’t seeing things, that the one person you worried being here isn’t really here. The opponent saw your distraction again and threw a fast upper cut then a cross knocking you back. You groaned loudly as you fell backwards onto the corner. You watched as they grinned, their blue mouth guard showing.

You knew that focus was needed, that you couldn’t just go down in round one. The ref called you out, telling you to stop leaning back. You quickly stepped up as your opponent backed up. You put your guard up once more, when your opponent stepped closer you threw a quick jab. Then followed it by another and a cross, your opponent narrowed their eyes. You were gonna combo them now, they hated how you focused up again. You tried to do a quick upper cut, but your opponent dodge and right hook your jaw. You take the hit but still stumble back, the opponent immediately grabs you into a head lock.

The ref immediately jumps in and tries to pull the opponent off. He soon does and pushes you back from them before speaking.

“No headlocks! Try to keep it long.” The ref yelled over the crowd. “And try to maintain clean for now!”

The opponent rolls their eyes, annoyed by the idea of keeping the first match clean. The ref soon stepped back letting the match continue, your eyes looked the opponent up and down. Taking the lead would be more best, so you step up as your opponent puts their guard up. You do a quick jab, they lower their guard trying to return the hit. You both exchange a quick right hook to the face, but you recover quicker and jab them. With a quick smooth move you manage to jab, cross and upper cut the opponent. They stumble back, making you proud that finally you’re doing damage.

They stare at you with anger, immediately they throw a heavy punch to your face. There is a loud crunch followed by the gasps of people, they just busted your nose. You groan and fall back onto the ring mat, your nose bleeding badly. You try to touch your nose but the gloves make it hard and painful. The opponent takes a change to charge at you, but the ref steps in front. Your vision is blurry, you don’t even notice how your coach hits the mat with his palm, he yells for your attention.

“Get up!” He yells as he bangs onto the mat. “Get the hell up, money is on your name!” He watches as you don’t move. “He’s counting down! If he gets to zero it’s over!”

You turn head slowly to look at them, but someone behind them catches your attention. You feel more blood gushing out as you make eye contact with Ghost and he wants alone. Soap stood to his left, an expression of horror on his face.

“Five!” The ref yelled as he count down. “Four!”

You look away quickly and turn to the ref. Blood now soaked the area you kneel down to and you’re making you feel worse. two higher ups that you saw and worked with were there! What are they doing here, how did they even find this place out.

“Two!” The ref yelled as he stare down at you with pity. “O—“

You stand up quickly, you can’t even understand but you did. Your opponent who was cheering for themselves stopped, the crowd yelling your name made him turn back and look at you. Soap looked at Ghost, knowing that what you were doing is illegal.

“You sure you wanna continue?” The ref yelled as you nodded. “You look rough.”

“Keep it going! We got rounds to give the people.” You replied before getting in a guard stance. “Ain’t that right!”

Your opponent scoffed but smirked seeing you wanted to keep going. Meanwhile Ghost and soap watched as you fight again, Ghost clenched his jaw as he watched very punch thrown. How you and the opponent exchanged heavy blows.

Your opponent blocks an uppercut, then swings with his right. You manage to dodge by an inch, quickly you step back and keep your guard up. You see a quick opportunity and try to swing but the bell rings. You lower your fists with the opponent, round one was over and so far you were losing by a lot. Slowly you drag yourself to your coach. You quickly spit out your mouth guard, you drink water fast and close your eyes. Someone else places a cold towel, you groan remembering your broke nose due to the pain now.

“You aren’t focus, what is going on!” He yells remarks as people are watching. “now focus! You got money bets on you by people you wish you didn’t.”

“Im sorry, I just saw someone.” You replied as your gaze now searched the crowd. “Remember how I mentioned I have another job.”

The coach nodded slowly before placing an ice pack on your nose. He pressed his lips onto a thin line seeing how blood gushed out. His helper helped you drink waster watching as it mixed with your blood.

“They’re here..” you yelled slighting to them. “I don’t even wanna know how they got this place.”

“Who?” The coach asked confused. “Your boss or something kid?”

You nodded and slipped your mouth guard back in. Your gaze meets with Ghost and soap, they’re trying to get past the security and reach your coach. The ref waves you and the opponent over, slowly you turn your attention to your coach.

“Let’s them pass! Or else I won’t be able to fight again.”You called out to your coach before turning away. “I need to focus.”

Your nose still bleeds but not like before, pain was still there. The ref stands in the middle of you and your opponent, knowing that rules would be forgotten now. You rolled your shoulders as the opponent grinned their golden mouth guard displaying. They leaned over slightly enough for you and the ref to hear them.

“Give up! This fight is mine more money was set on me.” They yelled over the crowd. “You can’t do it, im better at this!”

You didn’t reply, instead you focused your attention to where Ghost and Soap were. Your coach talking to security, pointing your way, the way he waved his arms seem desperate. Your nose still shake your head as the bell rings, you snap your attention back to your opponent. Soap and Ghost crossing their arms as the security shook their head.

You and your opponent nodded, soon enough it was round two. Ref stepped back, and immediately you swing at your opponent. A quick jab to break their guard, they stumble back slightly before turning to a push kick. The impact knocks you back, your breathing quickens. Rules were forgot now, meaning playing any style was on the floor. You watch as they take their gloves off, bandages covering their knuckles. The crowd roared with Nox emotions, this was underground fighting. No safety now, now fair rules to live up to. Quickly you followed their lead, taking your own gloves off then throwing them outside the ring.

Your opponent rushed at you, you dodge a left hook by an inch but not the uppercut. You stumble back shaking your head, your vision blurry. They immediately jabbed at your side, wind being knocked out of your lungs. You needed to focus, to find your way back to the passion. Quickly you blocked a jab from them, then tried to punch their face. You manage to get them in the jaw, taking the opportunity you low kick them . They raise their own leg to kick you, but immediately you get down and do a quick sweep kick. They fall down and the ref gets in the way stopping you from ending the fight so soon. Your opponent gets up, a slight stumble in their steps.

The ref exchanged a look with the opponent. The opponent nodded and spit his mouth guard, your eyes went slightly wide. That move determined the fight moving forward, a fight to whoever dropped first. By the look of it.. it your be you with your messed up nose. The ref stepped back looking at you waiting for you to spit the mouth guard. You spit it out and clenched your jaw, underground fighting wasn’t meant for everyone.

Meanwhile your coach he manages to let Soap and Ghost though. Their faces grim as they watch you exchange heavy blows with the opponent. They knew you were tough on the field but never expected it to be shown outside the field. Especially against a civilian who wasn’t holding back. They watch as the opponent spins, blocking your right hook and elbow you straight in the nose. It’s was unsettling to watch this, how people cheered and yelled out heated comments. Ghost eyes drift to a table of what seems to be judges, the bell rings soon enough. My coach calls me over, im bleeding badly and my eyes are starting to swell up.

“You okay!” He yells over the crowd. “Kid if you can’t keep going forfit! It’s not worth your life”

“I can’t feel my face” you replied with a worry and excitement. “How bad is my nose!”

“Bad.” Ghost hisses grabbing your jaw. “How the hell did you even get in this mess!”

“Ghost.” Soap yelled over the crowd. “We can’t make a scene.”

“Who the hell are you two anyways.” The coach asked taking Ghost hand from your jaw. “Sport, you gotta end the fight. It’s gonna get more messy if you keep going.”

“Your coach is right..!” Soap remarked and looks at the opponent. “They look like they will not hesitate to kill you mate.”

You glanced over, the opponent looked messed up. Their own eyes swelled by the hits and kicks. You look back at your coach shaking your head, you knew if you quit the money you got would be lost.

“I can do it!” You yelled as your coach gave a grim look. “It’s okay! I can take a beating.”

“That is true.” Ghost spoke up and stare at your opponent. “You remember back in a mission when you rescued me? How you took that enemy down and knocked them out.” He paused and looked back at you. “That opponent right there is the same size and build of the enemy. So finish it, so then we can have a nice chat about you sneaking out.”

Soap looked at Ghost surprised by the slight encouragement. Ghost wasn’t one to cheer on or make someone feel valued in public. The bell rang making you close your eyes, your coach stare at you with worry.

The ref waved you and the opponent over, you took a deep breath and walked over quickly. The opponent cracked their knuckles, there was no warning as the ref stepped back letting round three start. Immediately you both swing at each other, air knocked out of your lugs and theirs. People scream loudly, wanting bloodshed and their bets. The opponent jabs your side, a clear shot to your liver. With a groan you step back and push kick them, they stumble back as you hold your side. The opponent approaches again, you try to side kick them but they grab your leg and jab your side again. You break free and groan, you knew you would lose if you didn’t try to end it.

They throw a front kick, you stumble back and recover quickly to block a side kick. Having hold of their left leg you jab their side, they hiss and try to break free but you keep a good grip. You look at their other leg and kick them knocking them down, you let go of the left leg as the ref pushes you back. Before the ref can start counting the opponent gets up, the fight was getting more tense. Blood dripped from their mouth, and your nose still bled. Try charge at you again, a push kick to the chest sets them back. They set their guard up as you jab at them, when you get ready to throw a heavy hook they see an opportunity and near uppercut you. Imminently you stumble back your vision becoming blurry. Ghost makes eye contact with you, the fight needed to end.

You shake your head and recover just before the opponent jabs your side. You set your guard up and take a couple hits, with a quick spin you elbow him in the jaw. They stumble and hold their jaw, you don’t let them recover. You throw a quick jab and left hook at them, they fall backwards. Your coach cheers loudly, finally you took the lead for once. The opponent stumbles forward as you try to side kick them, they catch your leg and try to kick your knee. Before they could move their own leg you uppercut them, they drop your leg and stumble down to their knees. The ref doesnt step in, instead he turns a blind eye. You deliver the final blow with a round kick to the head, the opponent fall face forward. People scream of joy, and you can swear seeing Soap and Ghost hyping you up.

The ref holds your arm up declaring you the winner of this fight. Before you knew it you were tended to at the sketchy locker rooms. Ghost and soap stood to the side as your coach counted the money.

“I don’t even wanna know how you two know.” You finally mumbled as the medic examined your nose. “Or why you both are here.”

“It gets to a point where you think you’re being sneaky.” Soap warned as he shook his head. “Plus you always tend to disappear when bit fights happen.”

“Price is gonna be pissed.” Ghost sighed and looked at you. “You took two heavy hits to the nose. How does that feel champ?”

You stare at them before letting out a small scoff. He stares at you now more serious before speaking.

“What you do outside shouldn’t affect what you do back at the base.” He murmurs before shaking his head. “When I tell price, I don’t know what can happen to you.”

“You really gonna tell him?” You asked your voice now tired. “Listen dont tell him I ca—“

“We have to, what you’r doing is illegal and dangerous.” Soap spoke up and sighed. “Unless..”

“Unless?” You repeated confused.

“You keep winning and we get a cut.” Soap replies as he rubs his hands together. “Ain’t that right ghost?”

Ghost groans and rubs his face. He knew something soap didn’t. He has been watching you since you ever started this hobby. If he were to report you to price he would have to explain what he was doing here previously.

“I bet on you ether ways..” Ghost mumbles before turning his head to the side. “Always have been.”

“Wait what..?” Soap question but Ghost glares him. “Never mind..”

Ghost looked at you with a sort of pity, those moves you pulled tonight were just like the ones you used to rescue him. He stills remembers that day, how you took down someone twice your size. The image of your face showing fear hunted him and you knew it. The medic that looked at your nose gave you pain killers and called it a day. Your coach handed you a thick stack of cash and grinned.

“You sure you don’t wanna do this hobby more often?” He asked as flipped his money. “It’s a good earning.”

“No way, they aren’t.” Soap spoke up loudly and narrowed his eyes. “Not this job, they have better job.”

You let out a small laugh, they stare at you. A mutual understanding that they won’t rat you out unless you loose. This would be an underground secret between the three of you for now.

[personwhowrites]

Wolf in sheep clothing

In the work field everyone was fake, it didn’t matter what rank or status you were. The most common term to describe someone was ‘Wolf in sheep clothing.’ It was so common so it never surprised someone when they showed their true intentions. One person was worse than the one you met, everyone was here to climb ranks not make true friends.

You now stepped onto the base, your boots crunching under the payment. Miles away from home with so little energy, friends that came to the base disappear over time. Some finding their own path and backstabbing to climb faster. Their presence seemed to drop, as they took a step into the grim ranks of the base.

Knowing this you kept to yourself, at times it was an advantage. You did what was needed of you, following orders with respect. Your head lowered as Sargents barked out orders to you and other privates. You took most tasks that others tended to forget until they piled up;so why is he standing here? Why was a lieutenant staring at you as if he could read into your soul?

“You.” He said as he took up your size. “Follow.”

You stare at him, mouth going dry as he walked away expecting for you to follow. Silently you take a step out of line, other privates watch. Some share a look of jealousy and pity, your Sargent gives you a grim look as you pass him. The Lieutenant doesn’t bother to check if you followed.

“Rumor is you understand code better than some people we have here.” He stated than questioned. “Is that right.”

You pressed your lips to a thin line, both of you passed other soldiers. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

“Well?” He said crossing his arms. “Speak.”

“Where have you heard such things? Lieutenant.” Your voice quivers slightly as you clear your throat. “I can understand certain code, but that doesn’t mean I’m better than wh—“

“Good enough for this.” He replies turning away from you. “Keep up private.”

You nod slowly knowing you had no choice. You know this Lieutenant, not by personal status but by the rumors surrounding them. Stories told to new privates who enter the base, which included him.

Lieutenant Ghost a well known figure in the base along with his buddies. Ghost is rumored to lurk , report and test people when they saw them fit. Yet that was rare, as he focuses more on lurking than approaching. He was also the part of the highly praised team in the ranks, ‘Task Force 141’. A squad built on moving like wolves, the term ‘wolf in sheep clothing’ was their lived up hype. Many people try to get in, try to be one of them. So they become nasty, making the base earn the title.

“In.” Ghost murmurs stopping at the door and opening it. “It’s an order.”

You swallowed as you stepped into the room, it was small but private. A room like this would normally be used for briefings. You turned your gaze to the front and see not other than the team. Sargent Gaz, Sargent Soap and the one and only Captain Price. You could feel how your mouth gapes open. Chills immediately running down your spine as they gazed up from a laptop. Their eyes linger on your body, stares like wolves before they mask themselves up too look innocent just like sheep.

“You must be the private I heard rumors off.” Price announces as he expands his hand to a chair. “Please take a seat and do you want anything to drink? Perhaps coffee or tea and I can assure you my men don’t bite.” He pauses and looks at Soap. “Most of them.”

“One time, one fucking time I bite and you make it your whole joke.” Soap scoffs shaking his head. “I don’t bite kid.”

“I don’t know, you were biting me earlier.” Gaz snickers under his breathe making Soap head snap his direction. “What?”

“Enough, now you.” Price says pointing at you. “You have skills i need for this.”

“Me?” You question, before watching him grab the old laptop. “Couldn’t you ask someone in this profession? I can assure you my skills aren’t wha—“

“Professional aren’t what we want or need.” Price spoke as he placed the old laptop in front of you. “Take a seat.”

You stare down at the seat, your hand reaches to pull the chair out. Once you sat down price spin the laptop to face you, the screen glowing white. The laptop clearly was cheap, looked hand made. Your right hand gravitates over the keyboard, your finger tips brushing against it. Price watches you closely before tilting his head. Ghost turned to the door and closed it, the lock clicked. Blinds were drawn making the room more dim.

Price clears his throat before grabbing a stack of papers behind them. Gaz looks over at Price as he approaches you, his gaze now locks on your back. You looked innocent like a private who wouldn’t be so special. Price sets the papers near your right hand, he stands by and slowly places his own hand on the stack papers.

“Professionals wouldn’t even do what we want. They all tend to hesitate and call us insane for wanting this.” Price speaks and taps his fingers on the paper. “While you? You become inconspicuous. Ghost here has been monitoring you though.” He pauses as he signals ghost to stand to your left. “How is it a simple private like you managed to break through the base system? Just to change a simple schedule because it wasn’t to your liking.”

You feel the blood drain from your face, your lips now dry. Price lets out a satisfied chuckle at your reaction. Your head slowly turns to Ghost as he extends his hand on the laptop. Now pointing at it before he turns to look at you.

“It was hard to understand how you did it. Just a simple thing for you isn’t it?” Ghost spoke his tone serious. “I went crazy trying to figure out who did it. Who managed to get past the system the base depended on. Lucky me you slipped up on your way out.”

Your heart pounds against your chest, your hands now placed on the table. Your gaze now locked with Ghost, sending uncontrollable chills. Ghost moves back as Price clears his throat.

“Are you..” you try to speak, but words can’t even fully form.

“Accuse you of being the enemy?” Soap spoke up and grinned. “No, well not yet at least.”

“Johnny.” Ghost warns with a side eye. “Dont scare the kid.”

“What soap meant to say here no, but that’s if you help us get in this.” Price explains as he points to the laptop screen. “See we tried every modern breakers. Yet nothing works, this even has Ghost in a daze.”

“If he can’t do it, what makes you think I can?” You ask turning your attention to the dim screen. “Im not one for the job.”

“See thats where you’re wrong. You went into this issue with the wrong head.” Gaz speaks up and looks at you. “You act like a simple person with no idea of anything. A simple private with no connections to family or friends.” Gaz pauses and looks at price as he nods to continue. “How is it that a simple private like you has no identity. No background of any education or pervious living arrangement.”

“Oh and dont say you were homeschooled kid.” Soap chuckles more to himself. “We checked everything.”

Price removed his hand from the stack of papers. That’s when you paid really close attention, that top paper of the stack had one of many of your identities. You slowly glance at Gaz whose lips cured into a grin.

“See, you can’t simply disappear here.” Gaz explains as he points to the papers. “So, who are you really?”

“You seem to adapt that term on the base kid.” Price now spoke up and patted your arm. “A true wolf in sheep clothing.”

Your eyes wonder to the laptop, you knew you messed up. Mask slipped and now that private you spent years making was gone. Now you were here a puppet to a team who could be worse than you or perhaps an equal. At the end of the day you were just like everyone in this damn base. A wolf pretending to be an innocent sheep.

Your hands slowly extanded to the keyboard. With trembling hands you place them down and glance at price. The room lights flickered as Price displayed a large smile.

“So do you that cup of coffee?” Price chuckles as he places his hands on your shoulders. “Or are you gonna burrow this deeper than it should be ‘wolf’?”

[personwhowrites]

Brunette

It was a long night, you waited for price to return for his job. When he finally did you cozy up on the couch. After a while price took his phone out as you watched tv. You didn’t mean to glance at his phone as he scrolled on social media. Price glanced at you before shifting in his seat. Noticing how he quickly exited the app, but not shutting his phone.

“Im gonna get some tea.” Price mumbles setting his phone face down on the couch. “You want any?”

“Lemon tea would be nice.” You reply with a small smile. “Please.”

Price nodded and got up from the couch, he glance at you before he turned into the kitchen. You heard him mess with pots as he looked for the kettle. You and Price have been in a long term relationship, sharing phones or any other devices was normal. So when you reached for his phone you didn’t tend to look for anything. Yet your gut screamed at you to look, so you did.

You stare at the home screen before finally deciding to go back to his previous app. You pressed your lips into a thin line; there was nothing out of place. His account was the one you always followed! So why did your gut scream for you to look closer?

You paused for a moment when you went to his profile. You saw it, another account showing notifications. You didn’t know about it and he never mentioned anything about another account. You bit your lip hesitant to click on it, your finger hovered over the phone now.

“Everything alright love?” Price called from the kitchen. “Im boiling some water, so it can take a bit for the tea.”

“That’s fine! Im just reading.” You replied as he gave a satisfied hum.

You turn your attention back to the phone, your hand holding the phone shook. Your finger finally presses the profile which loads immediately. Not even a second in a message appears, someone under the name ‘Brunnet’. Your heart skips a beat as you see they sent an image; without hesitation you open the photo. Immediately you recognize the person, the new worker for Price. One he mentions pretty often and praised at the smaller thing. You feel stomach turning as you read more of the message. Your finger now stops at a message Price had sent.

“I love your brunette hair, how your beautiful brown eyes make me drown. I can’t wait to spend the late night with you again.”

Your heart pounds against your rib cage. You let the phone drop from your hand, slowly you look at your reflection on the tv. You weren’t brunette and you didn’t have brown eyes. The sound of the tv is drown by the sound of your heart beating really hard. Your hair was dyed, your eyes weren’t brown and worst of all. He had been lying about his late nights.

Price walks back into the living room, he holds two cups of tea. He stops at the edge of the couch, dropping the two cups on the floor. His phone screen dim, the messages on full display. Price looks at you, a look of relief and guilt. He pressed his lips into a thin line, he knows it’s all over now.

“I saw it.” You murmur, your hands now reaching for the phone again. “Brown eyes and brunette hair? That’s what makes you keep going?”

Price gaze was more focus on his phone, he cared more about it than you.

“Baby..” Price whispers reaching for his phone.

[personwhowrites]

Empty

Kyle or well known as Gaz in the base felt empty. He always watched as soldiers mingled with each other. How his team to fit perfectly; but him? He felt like an outsider watching them work and talk. Night outs in a pub were short, he couldn’t stand watching the team talk. Sure Price took him under his wing, but it wasn’t the same. He saw how differently everyone was treated, how Soap got the most praise. How Price stare at Ghost like a proud father, Price never really gave that look to him.

Did it sting? Of course it did, Gaz has been watching the team grow. Meeting people who hurt them or who team up well. He just didn’t understand why price took him under his wing, or why even try to keep him interested. Kyle didn’t speak his mind up, he could never. He could seem ungrateful, but it always nagged at him.

One night at a pub Kyle went alone, didn’t bother to tell anyone. He saw you, sitting there. Kyle saw you around the base before, you were a secretary floating around in a rush. He stare at you noticing the same look he felt. Your eyes displayed what he felt, exactly how he felt. Before Kyle knew it his body moved before he could think. He stare at you across from you, sliding a drink he order.

“Rough week?” Kyle asked looking at you. “I feel ya..”

You glance up and stare at him, meeting his gaze. You took note of his eyes, they reflected what you felt.

“You can say that again.” You replied with a weak smile. “You aren’t with the others?”

“Nah” Kyle said simply shaking his head. “I barely even try to be around them lately.”

“I seen that recently actually.” You remarked and watch as he took a seat. “Everything alright with them?”

Kyle pressed his lips into a thin line. He didn’t know what to say, unsure if you really wanted to listen.

“Just.. a lot.” He finally replied and sighed before turning to face the TV. “..A lot..”

“I know about a lot.” You replied and stare at him. “I been in a lot.”

Kyle chuckles and looks at you before shaking his head.

“You are here alone because?” He asked waving his right hand. “Normal I see you rushing around the base with papers.”

“Well maybe sometimes I need to rush to a pub.” You remarked and grin as Kyle returned a smile. “So why are you here really.”

“To think honestly..” Kyle replied and stare back at you. “Do you ever just need to get yourself together and try to remember it’s okay.”

You nodded slowly to his words, that’s what exactly is happening right now. You in a pub, staring into nothingness until he came along.

“Yeah at times i do that.” You answered honestly and looked at his hand. “Sometimes the feeling of being alone is too much. It drowns you, making you think no one is around you.” You pause letting out a shaky breath. “Even if there is people around you.”

Oh how Kyle knew what you meant, how the feeling drowns out everything. It consumes your lungs, throat and ears. Kyle looked down at his own hand, slowly he slid it over to yours. You looked up with him, now staring at each other.

“Ever think it goes away?” He asked as his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze. “The feeling of being out of place. Or even the gear of being replaced?”

“I don’t know..” You mumbled and squeezed his hand back. “What do you think Kyle?”

He stared at you for a long time, his hand on yours. The sound of people drinking and laughing in the background. He pulled his hand back and shook his head.

“I don’t have the answer myself, that’s why I asked you.” Kyle chuckled out, it was weak and sad. “Ever think to just leave and start over elsewhere?”

“Many times, the drowning is getting to that point I might do it.” You replied and stare at the drink. “You ever plan..”

“Even if I wanted to.. I can’t..” Kyle now mumbled and stare at you. “Team needs me for work, not for friendship.”

His words spoke for you as well, work. Work was the only thing holding you down to this miserable drowning. Kyle noticed how you reacted, the way you seem to lock onto each word.

“Same situation” He stated and sighed before rubbing his eyes. “It’s good to see.. im not alone. Well I mean it’s not good that we are like this b—“

“I get what you mean” You cut him off and smile. “At least we can bond over that.”

Kyle laughed and nodded slowly, he reached for his own drink and lifted it up.

“To drowning.” He joked but truth seeped through.

“To drowning..” You repeated lifting your drink.

Kyle took a sip of his drink, the mid-warm liquid sliding down his throat. He soon just looked at you, silence between the two of you. Finally Kyle started to make small talk, the long empty night now eventful with your presence.

When work came to place, you two became close there as well. Price took notice and watched as Kyle started to become more active with the team. One day during sparring Price pulled Kyle aside.

“They seem lovely.” Price said crossing his arms. “Never thought you would settle.”

“Settle?” Kyle uttered out wiping sweat. “Just friends.”

“Friends don’t go to a pub as an excuse to hang out. Friends don’t just stare at each other with longing looks.” Price replied handing Kyle a water bottle. “They seem ground you, like you do for them.”

Kyle stared at Price, he understood what Price meant. Yet he didn’t want to admit it, not yet at least. Kyle looked away from Price shaking his head. The emptiness he felt once before didn’t matter, you filled it up with your presence. He didn’t want to lose it, nether did you as you watched him from the double doors. You knew it was a dangerous game, love with the idea it healed.

[personwhowrites]

Revenge

It was an unspoken ritual between you and Price. You would meet him at his office after hours where he would guide you to the couch. It wasn’t about sex, no.. it was more meaningful. Price would sit next to you and talk, talk about his worries and issues. How he felt he wasn’t enough to guide the team. You being the janitor just sat there silently, listening to him ramble on. You didn’t even understand how it all started, but it didn’t matter. Price needed to be listen especially tonight.

“I don’t even know how much pressure I can handle. It’s become a lot since the higher ups dismiss my opinions.” Price mumbles as he slumps back. “I cant keep this pace up, I been crumbling and im worried one day I can’t handle it.” He pauses looking at his hands. “You remember soap?”

You do remember, you remember how price spoke of him with pride. Like a father who watched his son develop right. Price always talked well about his team, especially Soap. Price face always relaxed when he talked about soap, but not this time. His face was grim and eyes filled with sorrow once he met your eyes.

“KIA.” He said cutting the silence. “Sunshine died saving my fucking life.” He pauses again burying his face into his hands. “Ghost had to carry his best friend out as I stood there helplessly.”

You reminded quiet, taking in the news. You never met Soap personally, not even a look at him. Yet here you were, developing tears for a stranger. Slowly you reached for Price arm placing a gentle grip on it. Price looked up from his hands and stare at you, seeing your tearful face made him feel worse.

“You shed tears for a stranger.” He whispers as his hand wipes them away. “A pretty face like you should never weep.”

You didn’t speak, not yet. The words were stuck in your throat, how could you comfort a grieving man? Tell him sorry for his lost? No, no you couldn’t.. Soap meant a lot to Price. No words could describe sorrow price was feeling.

“I have a plan..” Price speaks letting his hand drop to his thigh. “A dangerous plan..”

He turned his gaze to his desk, a pistol laying there. You looked at him with worried and he turned to face you again. There was something burning now inside of Price, sorrow remained but the idea of revenge surfaced.

“Can you help me?” Price asked but it was more of a demand. “I heard down the grapevine you have good connections. Connections that can help me get into an office miles away.” Price paused and look at you desperately. “I miss him, I miss soap terribly. I can’t let him die in such a way. Where he isn’t avenged.”

“John..” you finally say and stare at him. “Whatever you have planned don’t do it. Soap woul—“

“Don’t tell me what soap would or wouldn’t want!” Price snaps standing up from the couch. “He died.. and the general is covering his ass!” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at you with pain now. “He didn’t deserve to die, if only.. the general…”

Price eyes became glossy, tears now devolving as he looked away. The dim light of the office reflected off his tears, you stood up and reached for him. Price moved back and looked at you taking a deep breath.

“Help me.. find me a way into that office, I know you would do this for me.” Price pleaded now, tears still running down into beard. “Tell me a way in, I’ll repay you in the future with anything.” He paused and reached for your hand. “Just.. do this for me, for my sunshine that now went dull. For the team that is torn apart due to his absence.”

You let Price take your hand, his grip was tight yet gentle. You looked down at his hand on yours, how you could feel his pain coursing. Price was right about something, you had good connections. You moved and worked a lot in the cleaning industry so it wouldn’t be a surprised you made good friends. Friends that owe you favors without any explanations or questions. You soon looked up at price, that look in his eyes was hard to look at. He wasn’t the man you worked for, he was raging and grieving.

“One.. day..” you finally spoke gripping his hand. “Give me one day.. and I’ll make sure what you plan goes well. No finger prints or anything that can lead back to you.”

Price pulled you into a tight hug, his body seemed to relax. As if you just lifted so much weight from him. Price pulls back and cups your face now, a real smile on his face. You stare at him knowing you involved yourself in a mess. A mess you would be willing to clean up and cover up. Price meanwhile rubbed your cheek, the look in his eyes still made you wonder. Would revenge truly make him happy? Would it bring back that man you listen to before, or will it kill him?

[personwhowrites]

Bourbon

Ominous, that’s what Soap could say about you. Sitting on a bar stool, sipping your drink caught under the dim lights of the pub. Soap watched how your lips touched the rim of cup, practically drooling at the sight of you.

Ghost and soap thought it would be nice to go to the pub, a get away from duty. Both men could do a glass or more of bourbon. And of course Soap would be paying since he promised Ghost if he came along. It was clear that a few glasses in soap was already started to loosen up unlike Ghost. Soap looked around the pub soon his eyes landing back on you. He lean back into the booth seat and grinned.

“You see them right there? Thats my bloody type..” Soap announces to Ghost, making him look over as soap pointed to you. “Look at them! Sitting there like the world own them something. Giving that danger type we look for on missions.”

Ghost stare at you, sipping his own drink. Something about you gave an interest, or maybe it’s just him seeing a part of himself in you. Soap looked over Ghost trying to read his eyes.

“You have a certain taste for depressing looking people. Why im I not surprised.. golden boy.” Ghost murmured setting his glass down. “You willing to talk to them? Or will you pull the ‘im too charming for them’ card again?”

Soap couldn’t help a chuckle escape his lips. He glanced over at you again as you seem to wave the bartender over.

“Upset that I might stop paying attention to you?” Soap joked and elbowed Ghost arm. “Cheer up mate, I could never let you go Lt.”

“I prefer if you did Johnny..” Ghost replied and turned his attention to Soap. “You gonna talk to them or not?”

Soap seems to hesitate, he didn’t know if he should approach you or not. Yet the sight of you reaching into a wallet as the bartender slid over a ticket in front of you made him stand up.

The bartender seemed uneasy about you, the way he watched as you scanned your wallet. Ghost now looking at the bartender noticed how they fidgeted and seem to look around quickly.

“Seems like the bartender also has an uneasy feeling around them.” Ghost says making Soap stand still. “You sure about talking to them?”

“What could go wrong?” Soap replied as Ghost stood up. “What?”

“Want me to come along.” Ghost stated than question. “I’ll stand by and maybe order another glass.”

Soap sighed before agreeing, he knew Ghost wasn’t gonna let him out of his sight. Soon they both walk over to the bar, soap taking the stool next to you as you set a twenty euro bill down. Ghost knew he had to make time for soap to talk to you, so before the bartender could take the money he waved them over. The excuse of a drink slipped his lips as soap soon turned to face you with a nervous smile.

“You look like you had a rough day.” Soap said trying to grab your attention. “Or do you always tend to look rough.”

You side eye him, before turning your head to face him. Soap saw the dark circles under your eyes and the light wasn’t doing you any favors. Your skin looked pale, your clothes looked roughed up.

“What?” You replied and stare at him, your tone was cold. “You looking for issues?”

“Woah, easy I was just wondering if you were alright.” Soap stutters quickly as he puts his hands up;as if to defend himself from your words. “No ill intention behind my words, im sorry.”

You turned your body to face him now, taking a good look at soap. You look him up and down the take a deep breath. Soap picked up immediately you were annoyed and frustrated. Ghost glance over at you and soap, seeing the conversation was going south. Worst of all the bartender was heading over again, Ghost knew he had to distract them again.

Without a thought he waved the bartender over again making them turn back. Ghost carefully pointed out how other people needed drinks making the bartender sigh and soon walk away. Ghost watched at the bartender now become busy with other customers.

Meanwhile soap tried to make conversation with you, but your responses were short and cold. Soap couldn’t blame you though, he was a stranger trying to crumble your walls.

“I never seen your face around this pub.” Soap tried again as you look over at the busy bartender. “You don’t talk much do you?”

You groan and start to stand up, but suddenly stop as you lock gaze with Ghost. Your body locks as he glares you, before his eyes signal you to take a seat. Which you immediately do, taking soap by surprised until he notice you looking behind him.

“Ghost come on, don’t scare them now.” Soap joked before looking back at you. “He isn’t gonna do nothing to you.”

“Hey, at least they’re staying right?” Ghost said taking the stool next to soap. “New face, I think my Johnny here asked you a question.”

“I don’t speak to strangers.” You replied finally now turning your attention to soap.

Soap laughed, but your gaze reminded serious. Ghost looked at you; chills ran down your spine. There was a long moment of silence between the three of you. You glance between the two of them, trying to study their interactions before sighing.

“Found this pub by accident; thought it was some old antic shop.” You say and look at soap. “Like I said before as well, I don’t do strangers.”

Soap let out a small laugh and glance back at Ghost. You saw them exchange a look before soap turning his attention back to you. The bartender now done with the other customers sighs and rubs their face.

“We won’t be strangers if we invite you for a drink will we?” Soap grins and signals the bartender. “So, what do you like to drink?”

You don’t say anything to soap, watching him as he just orders you bourbon. Your gaze turns to Ghost, he was watching you. Seeing how you reply and act towards soap. No escape now, ghost knew he couldn’t let you leave. Not until Johnny, his Johnny got a fill of you. Maybe he will take a bite for himself and figure out why his Johnny took a liking to you so easily. Not like if you have a choice now, they did just buy a drink for you and it was their favorite.. bourbon.

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feeling a part two.. maybe?

[personwhowrites]

Angel

Love, it was a hard word to describe when it came to Price. He never saw after it, which could explain his third divorce. Who could blame the poor ex—wife? Price loves his job more than anything. He relished in it, all the planning and coffee known to man. Kyle completely knew this and honestly seemed to understand it himself. He admired price to the point leader and family line was blurred.

Kyle also knew Price had no plans for thanksgiving and didn’t want him to be alone. So he invited Price for thanksgiving, and who was Price to reject an offer of free food and drinks?

When arriving to Kyle house Price was greeted by his family. Some even thanking him for keeping Kyle safe on duty. Kyle soon lead Price to meet you, a sibling he never really talked about. Price was taken aback when Kyle told him you were their sibling.

Kyle got called over by an aunt who wanted to greet him leaving you and price to talk. Price suddenly stiffen up, his palms became sweaty as he shook your hand. God you were an angel, your eyes soften as you introduce yourself to him.

“Price..” He managed to say as he let go of your hand. “Wow.. you look utterly gorgeous.”

“Oh.. uh thank you.” You say surprised by the sudden compliment. “I adore your sweater?”

Price let out a nervous chuckle, why on earth was he acting a child!?

“Kyle talks about you a lot, never stops talking. I gotta thank you though.” You say as price stands there taking in your beauty. “Saving him on duty a lot.. im glad he has someone like you watching his back.” You paused for a moment. “Yet again, I do want him to retire already. The family gets worried when he tells us stories of his job..”

“I can’t let that happen, he’s one of my best.” Price managed to say with a grin. “If I let him go, my team will be in shambles.”

“He must be really good..” you replied with a small smile. “Thats good..”

“He is.” Price reassured you before taking a look at you. “You are beautiful.. I never seen someone like you.Taking my breath away by just a glance.”

“Pardon?” You say as he caught you off guard. “Are you hitting on me?”

Price stare at you, his cheeks catching a color of pink. He place his hand on the back of his neck rubbing it. God why were you so beautiful, making him act like a fool. Meanwhile you stare at him confused and flustered, letting this awkward silence settle better the two of you.

Kyle now walking back looked at you then at price. His brow raised up before you excused yourself to help out in the kitchen. Price watched as you walked away into the kitchen, once you were out of sight price turned to Kyle.

“Are they single.” Price asked bluntly making Kyle eyes go wide. “Im serious Gaz, are they bloody single.”

“My sibling!?” Kyle exclaimed with a laugh making the grandmother look over. “I mean yeah b—“

Price suddenly grabbed Kyle by the shoulders. A firm grip as he stare directly at him.

“You always wanted to family right? Help me get with them.” Price replied quickly and soon shook Kyle by the shoulders. “We can truly say we are family.”

Kyle started to laugh before shaking his head. He has never seen Price like this, not even with his ex-wives. Price on the other hand kept asking about you, being dead serious with every question. Price yearned for a stranger he didn’t even know, a stranger that took his breath away in one go.

Now Kyle has to play matchmaker, but honestly he didn’t mind it. The idea of falling Price his brother in law didn’t sound so bad. Plus this could have perks to it, maybe even less work back at the base.

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I’ll try to post at least once a day..! Feedback would be appreciated! 💕

Edit: no stories are connected to each other, all are random and do not link to anything.

[personwhowrites]

Not so right

You focus into a bright light shining into your face. Someone was holding a small flashlight into your eyes. Without warning you jerked back and tried to focus onto the person behind the flashlight. Wires tugged at your chest.. heart monitor, IV tubing settling you done onto the mattress.

“Easy,” the doctor murmured, now turning the flashlight off. “Seems like you woke up finally, your team was worried for you kid”

You held your hand to your throat, a sign of thirst the doctor picked up on. He turned to your beside table grabbing a glass of water. He handed it to you, making sure you took slow slips.

“Where am I?” You managed to say, trying to make sense of the situation. The room was dull and empty except for the person behind him.

“You’re in the medbay,” he said, before shooting the person behind him a look. “You took a hit on the field, thought we lost you.”

The person behind the doctor snorts and shakes his head before walking over.

“Saying they took a hit is putting it lightly.” The man said and stare at you. “Gaz had to drag you back after an enemy got you from behind. He found you before I could.. before anyone could.”

The man still had tactical gear on, a skull patterned balaclava covered his facial features. Gunk, oil and what seems like blood stuck to him. There was a slight narrow in his eyes as he took the sight of you.

“Shot..?” You repeated, before staring back at him. “wait.. who are you? I don’t know you.”

“Seriously?” The man replied with a small head shake. “Can’t even remember me.. it’s me Ghost.”

“Ghost..?” You mumble and then turn to the doctor. “You are a doctor.. so can you tell me what’s even happening.”

The doctor looked at you as he picked up the clipboard on the front of your bed. You scanned his coat seeing the name badge, ‘Travis’. Travis seemed to hesitate as he read over your chart and looked up at you.

“Memory loss isn’t unusual with trauma, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.” Travis says grabbing his bronchoscope and pressing it on your chest. “Does your head hurt? Any dizziness or body ache at the moment?”

“No, I just don’t know this man.” You jabbed a finger towards Ghost. “Or Gaz. Or any of this.”

“This isn’t funny kid, if you’re pulling some ‘I lost my memory’ pranks drop it.” Ghost hissed before blowing out a frustrated breath. “I told price you might pull some shit like this..”

The name Price tigger something deep into your memories, you heard that name before buy where?

You looked at ghost, really looked at him. The balaclava, gear and voice. A memory flashing through your head, you saw him once at a promotion campaign.. a campaign for a fucking game.

“No fucking way..” you whisper before starting to laugh. “Holy shit! This is fucking insane.. whatever the fuck I took to sleep made me insane!” You kept laughing and held your head. “Im in a fucking video game.. an actual video game..”

Ghost and the doctor exchanged a look, before looking back at you.

“Oh! The worst of all..” You moved a hand away from your head and pointed at ghost still laughing, tears now running down your cheeks from the laughter. “I.. I didn’t even want you or this game! I would have preferred Ghosts! Where I could see Keegan.. not.. you!”

There was a long silence from the doctor and ghost. Ghost stared at you, a worried look in his eyes as he really thought you lost your memory. That the person he knew before was gone replaced by some lunatic who thinks they’re in some video game.

“..So definitely some memory loss..” Travis mumbles to himself as he scribbled down on the clip board. “..I’ll have to give them the booty juice..”

[gaybirdnerd]

The 141 group quote memes and vines at each other regularly when they're bored. Soap is so chronically online that he forces Gaz and Ghost to be fluent in meme with him.

*Soap, bored in a rec room one day, scrolling a random social media*

Gaz, sitting next to him and reading a book, similarly bored: "I brought you frankincense"

Soap: "thank you"

Gaz, beanie pulled over his eyes: "and I brought you murr"

Soap: "thank you"

Ghost, walking past and snatching the beanie: "murr-der"

Soap and Gaz at the same time: "Judas no"

Price, just watched the entire exchange from the door and watches them just go back to doing what they were doing as if it didn't happen, Ghost putting the beanie on over his balaclava: "I'm drug testing you all"

[personwhowrites]

I LOVED THE VINE ERAAA (the good side)..

[kairenn-n]

yes, babe, you’re sick and twisted, will you come back to bed- what? yes, of course you’re evil and irredeemable. now can you please cuddle with me

[personwhowrites]

Right?

Simon ghost Riley x f!reader (angsty), John Captain Price x f!reader.

Tw: cheating, unhealthy relationship, pregnancy talk.

It wasn’t the feeling of his lips you missed or his touch. It was the feeling of finally being wanted by someone after the world left you to rot. To feel undone and unwelcome by others around you.

Luckily, he was coming home. He was coming home to you and only you. You would get to feel his strong arms wrapped around your body, only your body.

Right?

That’s what you thought before finding him in bed with another woman. Someone who was the complete opposite, a cigarette between her fingers. He didn’t care, his persona was on.. his dumb fucking Ghost persona.

He didn’t even chase after you, not bothering to deal with your ‘pathetic’ ass. Not carrying that, you called his closet person he can call family.

Price.

That man coo you rotten, welcoming you into his home. Wrapping HIS strong arms around you, cradling you in his lap as you babble about what you feel, saw and thought.

Price a sweet old male, now spoiling you in his bed, making you forget everything about Simon Ghost. What could go wrong? Just sleeping with one of Simon’s closest friends. Nothing will go wrong right? Your period being late could just be anything. You aren’t selfish for just wanting to heal..

It’s not like you.. might of ended pregnant with the child of his boss.

Right?

[personwhowrites]

Diner Adventures 2

slight stalker!John soap Mactavish x gn!reader.

Tw: none!

Part 1

Picking up Soap’s handwritten napkin, was an odd feeling. This man annoyed you, yet still apologized with a handwritten note on some napkin covered in some slight grease. The cook gave you the stare of ‘you aren’t actually gonna..’

“Don’t say anything..” You say stuffing the napkins into your apron. “At least they stacked their plates.”

“You aren’t really gonna.. contact some stranger that kept nagging you..right?” The cook replies raising his right brow. “Don’t tell me you got for mohawk men..”

“At this point in my dating life, i might settle down for anything.” You joke with a small grin. “Come on, they seemed nice didn’t they?”

“Weren’t we just talking bad about them?” The cook groans and grabs the plates. “Again, didn’t he nag you about the menu? How disgusting it was and how on earth us Americans would eat that crap?”

“Yes, but he apologized.” You point out grabbing the empty cups.

“On a grease used napkin.” The cook reminds you before shaking his head. “They did seem hungry.. they ate everything up.”

“..you’re right..” You mumble looking at the empty plates in the cooks hand. “Maybe someone finally liked your cooking!”

“..That Gaz guy said i should stir the pancake better.” The cook chuckles and walks into the back.

You stand there for a moment, before quickly following. The cook sighs in some defeat as he stares at the dirty plates in the sink.

“We should get a dishwasher.” The cook mentions while placing the dishes in the sink. “It can help us.”

“No one in their right mind would be some dishwasher for a diner in the middle of nowhere.” You reply and walk to the sink. “Rock paper scissors?”

The cook groans and nods, soon you start playing rock paper scissors. As your about to throw rock, the manager comes in with a nasty look on their face.

“Aren’t you two supposed to be tending to the customers!” The manager hisses as she points to the kitchen. “Go go! I’ll do the dishes.”

You and the cook stare at her confused. What customers? Last time you both check there was no one. The cook hurries to the kitchen, before calling out your name. You walk out fast, there is a line of people waiting now. You both stare at each other, confused on how so many people arrived.

“Hello! Uh.. how many?” You say approaching the people.

“Party of five, can we get a table?” The person says as you grab the menus. “Thank you so much sweetie.”

You just nod and lead them to a table, you set them down grabbing their order of drinks. You rush over to the cook, telling him to help you get the drinks as you set down more parties of five or three people. The place was buzzing with activity, yet you didn’t understand how. Suddenly you notice someone on the roof coming down. You pause everything leaving the cook to tend to everyone. Rushing out you meet with stranger, a tool belt attached to his hips.

“Hey!” You shout approaching them. “The hell are y…you… doing…” you pause as you see the new lit sign of the diner. “..what?”

“Some Mactavish called me and my buddy to come by this diner.” The repair man says pointing his buddy. “Saying that the sign was damage.. but honestly you folks just needed to connect some plug.”

“What?” You say as the repair man shrugs. “..Mactavish?”

“Yeah some guy named John Mactavish paid in advance too.” The repair says and looks at the diner. “I drive by here all the time and I thought this place was abandoned.. good to know it isn’t.”

Before you could reply he walks away with buddy. Both getting in their truck and driving away into the dark night. The red lights of their cars soon turning smaller and smaller by the second. The cook exits the diner and shouts your name, telling you to come back and help him.

“Coming!” You yell before digging into your apron for the handwritten napkins.

You find Soap’s note, reading it over before quickly rushing back into the diner. The napkin stuffed in the back of your pocket..

When it came time for you to shut down for the day, the cook offered you a ride home. He knew how far you walked just to get to this diner.

“Just come on, I‘ll tell my wife I’ll be dropping you off.” The cook says with a warm smile. “She would rather me give you a ride than you to walk in the dark.”

“Fine..” you mumble as you two put your jacket on and the day shift comes in. “Come on that’s our cue.”

The cook waves bye to the day shift people, taking you with him to his car. You take the passenger front seat and watch as he gets in his drivers seat.

“..Those people who came to fix the car..” You pause and look down at your apron. “They said some John Mactavish guy called them at graveyard hours to come fix it.”

“Really now?” The cook replies pulling out the parking lot. “Well, it helped didn’t it? We both got a lot of tips and the manager actually did something for once.”

“Mark.. I think those four guys we tended to.. really are important more than we think.” You say looking at Mark with a a tense look. “What if they come back?”

“Didn’t the notes say they would?” Mark replies and looks at the road. “You still live at those apartment complex’s?”

“Moved out, i live more in the north side of town.” You reply and look out the window. The morning sunlight shining against you face. “Mark.. do you think that.. they might hurt us?”

“Christ.. you always think positive eh?” Mark mumbles stopping at a red light. “..well I don’t know..”

There was a tense silence as Mark drove again. He let out a frustrating sigh and looked at you.

“Mactavish you said?” Mark says and stops a parking lot. “Sounds Scottish.”

“Scottish?” You reply before remembering soap sounded different than the others. “..Scottish..”

“What’s the address?” Mark says pulling up Google maps. “To your new home.”

“Oh.. it’s… Avr. 2863 North.. aprment 2” you mumble looking at your apron. “…Mark.. do you think it was that soap guy?”

Mark stays silent before sighing and pulling up to your apartment complex.

“That’s for you to find out..” Mark say and smiles. “See you Monday, have a good day? Night? I don’t know anymore.”

You chuckle and get out the car, waving bye to him as he drives away. You walk over to your apartment, a cozy home for you and your lovely cat. Which you call “mr.boo”. His front two paws are white, his chest is plum up with white fur while the rest of his fur is black. . He quietly greets you with a slow blink with those beautiful green eyes before running over to your legs, circling them while purring.

“Good to see you too mr.boo.” You smile and kneel down petting him.

Mr.boo just meows, before walking away to his cat tree. Taking your shoes off and setting them down by the front door felt like a relief, you were home.. finally home.

After a warm nice shower you lay down on your bed. Looking at your apron on the bedside desk, the same question pondering. Is soap real name John Mactavish? You quickly sit up and grab the apron searching for the napkins.

Your body ache, but the question couldn’t be unanswered. You grab your phone on the charger and start to type in soap number. Your eyes slowly closing in the process, with a yawn you write a sleep text not even double checking as you click send. You set the phone down and fall asleep, closing the world with Mr.boo purring on your back.

After a few hours you heard Mr.boo meowing, he was hungry. Sheepishly you get out of bed, heading into the kitchen to grab a can of cat food. You reach other for a clean cat plate and open the can, setting the food down.

“Mr.Boo, come here baby.” You say with a yawn. “Come on..”

Within seconds, you hear your phone buz with activity. You walk back tinto your bedroom grabbing your charger. The notifications still blaring, one after another. It was the number you texted, soap number to exact.

Who is this? How do you know my name?

Do you need money?

Do you have someone I love? Who is it? what’s your demand?

Question after question, you stare at the messages confused. Then.. remembered, you texted soap in a sleepy state a couple hours ago. You scroll up to the text you sent.

John Mactavish is it? Thanks for the favor, might return one to you soon. Maybe price you less than allowed to.

The message seemed like some treat. You quickly start typing, and send him a message.

Im so sorry! This is the waitress from the diner. I fell asleep and just now saw the text.

You pause and bite you lip before sending another message.

You wrote your number on a napkin, apologizing for nagging me. Also, thank you for getting Simeon to fix that sign.

The message got read, there was some text bubbles before disappearing. You quickly type another message.

The maintenance guy said your name, so I thought it would be you since it sounded Scottish..

The message got read again before finally a text on his end shows up.

Maybe next time start with your name, had a heart attack over here. I thought someone bad had gotten my number lass

You sigh softly but then stare the message. Someone bad? Who is bad in his life? Another message came through, shaking you out of your thoughts.

You’re welcome to fixing the sign

You smile a bit and start typing back before another message comes in.

Diner was busy after that, wasn’t it?

You soon stare at the message, did he drive by with his buddies again? To see the massive crowd in that diner..?

Yeah it was

There was moment of silence, then a text back from Soap.

Text you later, I’m in the middle of doing something right now

You smile and start to type back.

All good, I need to rest anyways night shifts aren’t fun

The message was read but there was no reply. You set the phone back down before walking to the kitchen, looking down at the empty bowl.

“You eat good huh?” You call out to Mr.Boo. “Who wants a treat!”

The following day was spent with you sleeping, resting up. The next day was Saturday, a day off for you to wonder around town to get needed items for your apartment. There was a small market near your home, but it barely had the items you needed. So walking to a store that did was a pain.

You hear knocking on the front door. You stare at it puzzled, you weren’t expecting anyone or anything. You walk over and peer to the hole to see a deliver driver with a couple of bags. Unknowingly you open the door, the guy smiles.

“Here you ma’am! Thank you for shopping with Diamond Dove Market!” The guy said handing out the bags to you. “Hope you have a good day!”

Before you can even protest the guy walks away. Your phone buzzes, you quickly take it out and see a text from soap.

You should really rest, got you some stuff for the week. No need to go out there and walk. :)

You stare at the message wide eyes, this man.. knew where you work.. and now live.

[personwhowrites]

no post today :((((

[personwhowrites]

Hey Mama

Task force 141 x pregnant!reader(female)

Tw: some suggestive language, mention of intercourse? Comment if I need to add more.

It was a one night stand with a good looking fella gone wrong. Too many things in your mind seem to stop as you saw the positive pregnancy test.

“That explains the late period” Your roommate Jessica pointed out. “Who’s is it?”

“It could be a false positive!” You utter out bitting your nail before looking at Jessica. “Right?”

“False positives are a low chance. If you want I can run down to the drug store and buy a couple more.” Jessica replies and look at you with some worry. “Girl.. do you even know who you slept with? Or were you too drunk to even remember?” Jessica pauses and looks you up and down. “..I have a feeling you open your legs too much.”

“Okay first off rude! I do not..” you mumble and stare at the test. “All the time..”

Jessica can’t help but shake her own head. She’s disappointed, she seen many friends ruin their lives with surprise pregnancies. Most of them just being in their early twenties. Jessica sigh and grab the test before looking back at you.

“So you gonna guess who’s the baby daddy?” Jessica asks while throwing the test in the trash. “Well?”

“It.. could be four people..” you mumble out as Jessica face palms. “What! Listen! Men in uniform are such a turn on!”

“If it was good looking men I would understand but.. I’m gonna guess they’re what? Late thirties maybe fourties’ you slept with?” Jessica blurts and looks at you with some anger. “You can’t just open your legs for any uniform man!”

You roll your eyes, annoyed by choice of words. Jessica and you walk out the bathroom, she can’t help but feel frustrated for you.

“What about collage? That lawyer degree your been working your ass for!” Jessica mentions while going to the living room. “All down the drain! Just because you couldn’t close your legs for some uniformed guy.”

“For your information those four were in the army!” You correct Jessica while following after her, yet it doesn’t help the situation as she lets out a frustrating sigh.

“Four?! Four! I still don’t get how you slept with four men and didn’t even use protect! Have you learned nothing with all the girls we been friends with!” Jessica snaps finally and points her index finger towards of all. “Do you even know their names!? Numbers! Anything?!”

“Uh.. yes! One of them.. was named Ghost, another Gaz an—” You try to explain but Jessica just puts her hand up to stop you mid sentence.

“You know what.. I don’t even wanna know.” Jessica mumbles holding the side of her head. “Christ.. I’m not the one pregnant and I’m stressing out about it.”

You look away, a bit ashamed of putting her through this. Jessica looks over at you finally, slightly calm and sighs.

“I’ll go down to the drug store down the street, I’ll get you more pregnancy test.” Jessica mumbles and presses her lips into a thin line. “Meanwhile you find out who’s the baby daddy, just.. don’t make it a bigger mess.”

Before you could even protest Jessica grabbed her coat and shoes. Leaving you alone in the shared apartment.

You just started down at the floor before doing what she said. You walk to your room, trying to at least remember who was the last guy you were with. Tension grew as you remember that night, you weren’t with just one guy but four making it now impossible to remember who was the first or last one to use you as their cum bucket.

“Fuck..” you whisper reaching for your phone. “..fuck..”

You open your phone, putting the classic passcode of your best friend birthday. The Home Screen loads up, the background being a photo of you and your pet back at home. You sigh as some notifications roll in from Snapchat and Instagram.

“..damn it..” you mumble as you go to your contacts. “..I know it was Gaz.. Ghost..” you pause reading all of your contacts. “..soap and Price..”

You exit the contacts app and go to your messages. You scroll around for their names before finally finding them. You bite your lip, unsure on what to do now, should you be contacting them? How would you even start this conversation! A lot of scenarios,  started to play in your head..then a text.

It was from Jessica, she sent two pictures of pregnancy tests. Then another text reading these shits are expensive, you better pay me back next time.

You just rolled your eyes, going back to see who of the four men you would text first. Then another message, it was from an unknown number.

Open the door mama.

You stare at the text, before hearing a sudden knock on the front door. You covered your mouth and got up quickly from your bed, slightly on edge as you heard the knocking. Another text came from the unknown number.

I know you’re there, saw your friend leave a little while ago.

You grab your phone as the knocking continues in the background. It wasn’t aggressive, just some friendly knocking before it stops for a second. You tried to walk to the front door quietly, but the floorboards gave you away and the knocking started again. Then you heard Jessica, talking to someone she didn’t sound happy. The movement of plastic bags were heard, probably two male voices maybe more?

“Yeah yeah that’s what they all say.” Jessica says opening the door, almost knocking you over. “Christ! Hey careful or at least say something..”

You glance behind her, now seeing who she was talking to. It was that guy.. well… guys. You couldn’t speak as Soap took out the pregnancy tests out the boxes and read the instructions. Ghost grabbed the tests back from Soap and put them back in the bag. Price shook his head, putting his head in his hand. While Gaz looked at you with an awkward smile.

“Hey mama..” Gaz whispered as you stood there motionless.

Mama.. maybe that name will fit good enough until.. they figure out who’s child you’re having..

[personwhowrites]

Diner Adventures

Task Force 141 x gn!reader. (Platonic or romantic?)

Having to work at a small diner basically in the middle of nowhere wasn’t easy. It wasn’t even worth the pay, nor the customers. It was always some sort of ghost diner, cars passed it thinking it’s abandoned. You did tell the manager to fix the sign so maybe more people would come in.

Since, you being the only waitress, you never stressed out. Restocking was barely a thing needed, most of the time you spent it talking to a cook or down on your phone. Hoping that maybe one or two customers would come in into the diner.

Finally, one night looking down at your phone you hear it.

*ding*

Four men walk in, looking around before finally spotting you. You froze, it wasn’t just any average customers you would get late a night.

“Miss?” A Scottish accent spoke up breaking you out of your trance. “You open?”

You blinked a couple times before opening your mouth to speak. “Uh.. yes, sorry uh.. how many..?” You uttered out knowing it was just four of them. “Oh.. uh you guys want the bar or booth?”

“Booth.” A stronger voice spoke up and pointed to a booth. “That one will do for us.”

You grabbed the menus and walked over to the booth. You couldn’t help but side glance at them multiple times. They were freaking you out, it was obvious to them as well.

One of them placed a pistol on the table. The other two set their gear down on their laps, rolling their shoulders back before picking up the menu. The last one, that seemed to be the leader of the group took his hat off, ruffling his own hair as he stare at the window.

“Smoking allowed here?” He asked glancing at you now. “Don’t worry, they aren’t loaded.” He gestured to the guns. “I believe.”

“I..uh yeah smoke zone of the diner is the one you’re sitting at..” you spoke out, your eyes glued down to your notepad now. “What can I get you all to drink?”

“Coffee for me” the same man speaks up. “For those two muppets some sugary drink.”

You glanced up to see him pointing to a mohawk man, and another male wearing a baseball cap with the UK flag. Nodding you wrote down their drinks, then turned to the scary skull mask looking your way.

“Tea.” The masked man utter out. “Three sugar, packets on the side.”

You awkwardly nodded and backed away quickly as they turned their attention to the menus.

“Talk about freaks..” The cook said as you grabbed the drinks. “Who comes into a diner dressed like that.”

“Watch the tone.. At least we finally have someone in this dump.” You reply and look at the cook. “You can finally prove that you can cook.”

The cook rolled his eyes before glancing at the four men sitting in the booth.

“They don’t look American to me..” The cook points out. “That one guy with that cap, had a uk flag on it didn’t it?”

“They did sound… off, but who are we to judge?” You reply with a small smile. “I mean we are just three, counting the manager in the back working at some rundown diner.”

“Point taken, that Mohawk dude is looking over at you.” The cook says turning to the mild hot stove. “Think he’s into you?”

“Or probably trying to get my attention to order.” You say grabbing the tea. “Toss me some sugar packets.”

The cook shrugs and throws you some sugar packets. You mostly catch some of them, the cook chuckles as your clumsy hands. Setting the hot coffee on a tray with the two other sugary drinks felt odd. Something was odd about those four men. Their accents, their.. clothing style, I mean it wasn’t often you seen men like these in the diner.

Picking up the the tray that held the drinks you walked over. Setting it down in a booth behind them, you grabbed the drinks handing them each to them. You took out your notepad and smile, a fake smile they saw right through.

“So you fellas ready to order?” you asked holding the pen. “Or do we need more time.”

“We never been to a place like this before.” One perks up looking at you. “So, what would you rec—-“

“Ky—Gaz.” Another spoke putting his hand on the table. “What did we say in the car?”

“Sorry, Price.” Gaz says looks up from the menu. “Just, what.. on earth is a Nashville chicken on a waffle?”

“Oh, uh.. it’s some chicken tenders covered in a spicy tangy sauce.” You say before pressing your lips into a thin line. “..on.. top of a waffle..”

“You Americans eat that shit?” The mowhak man says before being elbow by his masked friend. “What! I mean it sounds disgusting.”

“Johnny.” The man spoke side eyeing him.

“It’s true aint it! Look at the photo doesn’t even look appealing!” The guy blurted out again. “Also Johnny? What happened to soap huh? Has our lieutenant Ghost finally losen up?”

Lieutenant? Wait.. are these men in the army? Your mind rushed to thoughts finally connecting the dots. That explains the gear, and possibly loaded guns on their laps and table.

“Ignore them..” Price says grabbing your attention again. “I’ll take some normal pancakes.”

“..normal how?” You say looking at him. “Like.. you want plain butter milk pancakes or uh.. something on them? Like berries or some kind of sweet?”

“What pancakes do you have?” Price breath out while looking at the menu. “..Christ..you have a lot.. uh..” he paused for a moment and pointed to some fruity strawberry pancakes. “Just bring me these.”

“Okay..” you mumbled out writing down strawberry pancakes. “For the rest?”

“You sell burgers?” Soap hummed while skimming through the menu. “Like ones that aren’t pure American grease?”

“Mactavish.” Ghost warns looking at soap.

“What, listen I’m on a diet.” Soap says looking at Ghost. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Or you’re just some picky eater.” Gaz charms in and looks at you. “I’ll the blueberry pancakes.”

“I’m not picky! Just.. look at all of this… on the menu..” Soap says and sighs looking at you. “Do you even know how much calories this all is?”

“On the bottom of the dish it lists the calories and what’s on the dish.” You reply now annoyed by soap. “I can just get you some salad.”

“Offend.” Soap scoffs and stares down at the menu. “Just get me something that doesn’t have a lot of calories.”

“So a salad.” You noted and looked at him.

“No something with just low calories.” Soap replies and slid the menu down.

“..a salad is the lowest calories we have.” You hiss now irritated by his actions.

“Or maybe a burger.” Soap grin noticing your irritation.

“Which one?” You asked in the most fake voice. “Because we have several.”

“One with the lowest calories.” Soap says and looks at his friend Price. “..actually just some pancakes…”

“..just get him a the highest calorie shit on the menu.” Price spoke out glaring down at soap. “Add everything on that burger.”

“I’ll take some pancakes too.” Ghost mumbles out to you. “Just plain ones.”

You nod, grabbing their menus and walking away. You can hear Price whisper yelling at soap. A small smile creeped on your face hearing at least he has friend or teammates that set him straight.

“What do they want to eat?” The cook asked as you approached him with the menus. “Well?”

“Pancakes and a burger with… everything..” you say and sit down in the high chair connected to the bar. “Well technically one stack of plain pancakes, a stack of strawberry pancakes and a blueberry stack pancakes.”

“Pancakes..” the cook mumbled out annoyed. “Did you even find out why they’re dressed like that?”

“From what I heard, something with the military.” You reply getting out the chair to help the cook set the batter of pancakes out onto the stove. “I know their names are Soap, Gaz, Price and Ghost.”

“What type of fucking names are that?” The cook uttered out before glancing at you. “You sure that’s their names?”

“Don’t know, but they call each other that.” You shrug and go to the nearby fridge. “Gaz let it slip that they aren’t from here tho.”

“Really? Where do you think they’re from?” The cook replies and presses down on the patty. “They look like those tea drinking Brit’s.”

“Now that you mention it..” you mumble looking at the four men who are all talking within themselves. “Their accents do sound British except for that soap guy.”

“Still can’t believe that’s their names.” The cook chuckles and looks at you. “What are you thinking?”

“..could be code names? You know like those cheesy movies?” You snickered with a grin. “Like I never thought that shit is real.”

The cook just shrugged and turned to focus on the food. Meanwhile, Gaz got up from the booth and wondered close to the open kitchen. Hearing you and the cook talk about them, their accents and names. His eyes narrowing as he heard you laugh about such an important thing to him.

“You think those guns are loaded?” The cook asked. “I mean, hey at least they would have the American sprit.”

“They are.” Gaz spoke up crossing his arms. “Where’s the bathroom?”

You immediately jumped and looked at Gaz before pointing to the bathroom. Gaz just walked away shaking his head, before you looked at the cook. He stare back at you before bursting out laughing with you.

When the food was finally done, the cook helped you take it to their table. They all gave you some glares, no words were exchanged in the process. You awkwardly took their drinks and refilled them, walking back you paused to hear them talking.

“Just drop it Gaz.” Price says shaking his head. “We just eat, pay and continue with our mission.”

“How can I? They’re speaking shit literally right in front of us.” Gaz hisses as Ghost rolled his eyes. “Is this how everyone is at America?“

“Hey at least we know that it’s not only graves.” Soap jokes and bites his burger. “On the other hand this burger is good.”

“Pancakes aren’t bad ether..” Ghost admitted while pouring more syrup on the pancakes. “Just enjoy the food.”

Price noticed you not far away and clear his throat. You walked over and set down the refilled tea, and two sugary drinks. Gaz just glared at you, before being kicked by soap under the table. Gaz glare now to Soap, as you stare at them.

“..listen, I didn’t mean to offend anyone here.” You mumble in an apologizing tone. “It’s just, we never seen folks like you four.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gaz snaps his head to you again. “Is it before we are different! Because we are ‘tea drinking Brit’s’?”

“Okay, maybe we did judge.. but we just neve—“ you try to speak but Gaz interrupts again.

“Save it, leave us to eat in peace.” Gaz hiss while grabbing his drink. “Go now.”

You stare at Gaz, before shaking your head. Turning away you hear them mumble something to Gaz.

A couple minutes pass and you hear them laugh. Or two or the four men laugh, the smell of cigarette being lit up caught your attention. The cook glanced up from his phone and stare over at the men, before looking at you.

“You need a break?” The cook says in a teasing tone. “Even though you always are on break.”

“Shut up..” you reply with a small smile. “How about you?”

“All good here.” The cook boomed as he looked down at his phone. “I looked up their bandages, I got a close eye to them when I helped you with the food.” He pauses for a moment and grins. “These four men are more important than we think.”

“Really?” You perk up leaning over to see his phone. “How so?”

“Saw a badge that said SAS.. and I googled it.” The cook said pulling up an article. “Special air forces, something from the British army.”

You stare down at the article, reading though it before glancing at the four men.

“..huh..” you mumble and sigh. “Well doesn’t matter now, they hate our guts..” you pause to get out of your seat. “I’ll just hand them the check so they can leave and we can all forget this ever happened.”

The cook just shrugs as you walk away to the front counter. Printing the ticket out, you glance at them as you make your way over.

“Here’s the check.. you guys can pay whenever you’re ready.” You mumble and place the check down. “Again I’m sorry if me and my friend offended the four of you.”

Gaz just scoffs and Price gives you a small apologetic smile himself. He takes out his card to pay, but Ghost beats him to it. Handing his card first and looking at Price with a small prideful stare.

“Don’t sweat it.” Price speaks up and looks at you. “Just.. watch what you say. The smallest things can bring you enemies love.”

You just nod and take Ghost card back to the front counter. You slide his card, paying for the food. You walk back with a copy of the receipt and a pen.

“Sign here, and uh.. you guys can leave at anytime.” You say and walk away quickly to the bathroom.

Ghost just nods and signs the receipt. Gaz takes the pen and starts writing in a napkin, soon soap takes the pen and does the same onto another napkin. When you returned back from the bathroom they were gone. The plates were stacked neatly and there were four napkins with handwriting from each of them. The cook walked over and glances at the napkins and then notice the tip on the receipt.

“Who the fuck just blows over a thousand on a damn diner.” The cook mumbles grabbing the receipt. “Are you seeing this?”

In fact you weren’t, you were too focused on the napkins. Their handwriting was so different from each other, their notes as well.

“Don’t judge too easy.. and tell that cook to mix the pancake batter better next time we come by.” -Gaz

“The food was great, sorry for annoying you. It was funny to see your nose scrunch up when I annoyed you. Hope you don’t mind that when we come back.” -Soap

“Saw you needed a cigarette, sorry I didn’t offer you one. Maybe next time I can.” -Price

“Try to catch the sugar packets better next time. I wanted three not two.” -Ghost

You smiled at the napkins and looked up to see them get in their car. They all glanced at you, before Price patted the car for the men to load up and get ready to leave. You turned your attention back to the napkins, before slowly noticing something in the edge of every napkin. Their numbers…

[dasybequackin]

A Break (ft Robyn)

They're eating ice potong :P

[personwhowrites]

This is so bloody cuteeeee

[konigsblog]

older boyfriend!könig x public sex...

tw/cw; public sex (exhibitionism), sex inside of a car, afab!f!reader, age difference/gap. 18+

könig can't handle his over protectiveness when it comes to his beloved, sweet girlfriend. he'll wait outside while you're at a college party, parked in a parking lot not far from the building.

könig will jerk off the entire time while fantasising about you, keeping a close eye on his phone in case it lights up with a notification that you're ready to leave and crawl into his arms again. you don't know that he's been here the entire time, if you did, you'd accuse him of stalking you when in reality he just cares. you're just used to the playboy treatment that other boys give you, könig protects his loved ones, like a man should.

he'll drag you to the back of the car, his hard cock aching and his heavy balls tight. he'd been stroking himself until his wrist began aching, fantasising about having sex with you inside of the car, where anyone could see. he twists his hand around his dick while scrolling through his camera roll and admiring your soft body in the lewd pictures you send him, in various different positions with different toys stuffing your holes. könig will convince you to bounce on his achingly sore boner with a tender and loving kiss to your cheek, his scarred and calloused fingertips spreading your folds.

“please, sweetheart— just relax, been thinkin’ about you the entire time, mäusi.”

he whispers quietly, his voice hoarse and strained and filled with lust, his thick, large cock twitching at the familiar, addictive texture of your velvety walls around his girthy length.

his thick tip drips with arousal and pleasure, the veins on his shaft more noticeable and prominent the harder he becomes, with his meaty cock throbbing and pulsating inside of your warm wetness, the sloppiness and the mess created between your supple thighs. your sore cunt aches at the thickness of his cock while you crave more, another inch. you didn't expect to be split open on his lap with his fingers nestled in your hair, his other hand kneading with the flesh on your hip.

“smell so good, little one. you’d smell even better with my cologne on your body, wouldn't you agree? let everyone know who owns you, my precious angel.”

he hisses out and buries his face in the crook of your neck, a playful grin plastered on his face as he bounces his darling up and down while you weep, guiding you through it with his thumb wiping away at the tears that roll down your soft cheeks.

you'll drive home in comfortable silence, your panties wet and damp with könig's milky load oozing out of you and staining your underwear, your body longing for his sensual, calming touch.