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Summary: Now that you and Simon have worked out on living accommodations for your soon to be born son. You're getting closer to your due date and everything has been... moderate to say the least. But will you and Simon overcome the barrier of trust ?
Call-Sign or Nickname: Hera or Lil Light
Word Count: 10.6k Words
A03 Version
Your POV
Honestly it’s been, something having Ghost…well Simon around whenever he wasn’t at base. Sometimes you wished someone would pinch you to remind you this wasn’t some fanfic imagination (or is it ?)…
Either way, it’s been about two months since you and Simon agreed to work together to raise the child. Was definitely going to be like co-parenting but you both had everything planned out. Being both apart of the military had definitely played a part in both of you being detailed and determined to ensure everything goes according to plan.
Your mother sometimes found it laughable how much you two have over planned on every detail. But to you two…it was just having backup plans and touching all the bases.
Last month, Simon insisted on helping with the nursery along with your Uncle Daryl’s help. They revamped the once guest room into the nursery, painting the walls a light blue that you and your mother picked out. They put together the crib, with its no climb corners and fluffy mattress.
Every extra detail, from the cabinet full of diapers, baby powder, cleaner supplies and necessary items. Closet full of clothing of different apparels some even Simon disagreed with needing but you found it important your son have all different kinds of clothing for different occasions.
This also includes the bookshelf full of books to read with him, and basket of toys that your son can pick from. Everything was ready. Least to your mom and uncles opinion
But to you and Simon, there was much more to be done before he shows up. As of now... Simon stood in front of you across the island his elbows resting on the marble counter while you sat on the high stool with your iPad open tapping away on the screen, as you two discussed…
Simon gruffly states “We are not naming ‘im that.” He huffs holding his cup of tea to his lifted mask lips. This is the closest you’ve come to seeing him, honestly it killed you not knowing what he looks like still.
Like Gaz joked, if your son gets all the genes from him then you could possibly know what he looks like. You sigh softly rolling your eyes “Why not ? I think Xander is a cute name…” you bite at your lower lip.
Yes, this was the hardest task of them all, coming up with an agreeable name that you both would like. He glances at you, over the edge of his cup “Over my bloody damn body. Next.” He grumbles taking a sip. You grumble “Fuckin’ hell.” You scan through the list of names so far that you’ve found off the baby name dictionary. There was over a million of name choices for boys. Yet, so far, as you two gone through different meaningful names, none popped out to either of you.
This made you worry, you were expecting in about 28 weeks now…you have a check up tomorrow and neither of you have come up with a name yet. What if you two are too late ? What if when your baby is born that you two can’t agree on a name and have to call him “Baby 1” until you agree on one. It made you stress a bit. And that’s why the two of you always postponed the topic.
“Simon…we can’t keep rejecting every name…I’m only 28 weeks away…” you say lowly, your other hand resting down on your stomach. You begin to trace circles on your stomach.
Ghost’s POV
It didn’t take a genius to see how stressed out you were. The more weeks that went by, not only did you get more emotional but the lack of comfort made it impossible to do anything you used to. Ghost has no experience with women pregnant. Only memories of hearing about his once sister in law…but that was a touchy subject for him and he couldn’t bring himself to remember the last image of her.
Yet, sometimes he couldn’t help it…stealing a glance at you. You were someone he treasured now, much to his resistance, and he feared his presence would alone put you in danger. That never seemed to bother you though... He wanted you to start trusting him, to understand him for why he is the way he is...one day, he will. Just not today.
Your POV
Fall, was slowly shifting to winter, the chill in the air made it insufferable to want to do any kind of work. From just even walking outside to get the mail you did not want to go out into the cold air to retrieve it. “Ugh...why is it already bloody cold.” You huff, setting down your tablet down. Your hands stretch out to wrap around the hot cup of cocoa. It was the one drink you could have, since caffeine was off the table. Tea was more something you savored in the mornings and evenings but you have been recently craving chocolate so this was the best you could get for now.
Simon grumbles in response before leaving the kitchen to stalk somewhere, “’Snt it always ?” You huff at his remark rolling your eyes then stroking your belly.
Ever since Simon got back from his recent mission he been hounding you in every way. Shoot, the man wouldn’t even let you make yourself a cup scared you’d burn your belly. As if when he was gone you never did but you allowed him to be overprotective.
You take a slow sip from your cocoa, unlike you who rushes the process of making cocoa, this cup wasn’t as good as the ones Simon had made for you. He always made it perfect. He always made sure to use fresh cocoa and simmered a kettle of fresh milk (non fat since it was safe during pregnancy) he followed the doctors orders to the T. Which is hilarious, because you’ve seen the man ignore doctors orders after breaking his ribs to go to the gym to spar anyways.
As you mindlessly sipped your cup, you forgot to blow on it and burned your tongue, letting out a screech before fanning your tongue. Regretfully dropping your cup, as it crashes down onto the hard surface of your tile. What you didn’t expect was the man himself to rush to your aid as if you got attacked by an intruder. He jumps over the couch with ease, taking in the scene.
You can see the perplex in his eyes as if analyzing the situation seeing what the cause of your yelp was. Taking in the scene he immediately relaxed his shoulder just slightly satisfied that there was no actual harm, except the kind you’ve made for yourself. He strides over to you “You good ?” you blush seeing him ever so close, his cologne reaching your nose. Despite you being sensitive to certain smells, it seems your nose never got tired of smelling his cologne. His eyes study you then he reaches out to take your hands which puzzles your mind until you see his eyes squint down.
That’s when you see the red tint on your fingers. You burned yourself when boiling the milk. Blushing a bit and mumbling softly “Ah..that was when I was warming the milk…nothing serious.” His sharp eyes look down to meet yours.
Yes down…the man towered over you insanely…
“ Didn’t I ‘ellya to leave the cooking and shit to me…” he grumbles the words before withdrawing himself “I know…but Simon I’m not entirely helpless.” You pout, but you can see his eyes briefly crinkle…did he smile ? “Mhm…right….Go sit down. ‘ll clean it up.” You were about to protest but a sudden punch in your stomach had you gasping out.
Simons eyes blew up, seeing you putting your hand on your stomach as if reeling from a pain. Once you composed yourself, you see Simon’s outstretched hands bracing you at your elbows. You start laughing softly out of breath “Holy shit…your son’s a kicker.” You take a breath. Then meet his eyes as he gives you a puzzling look. It was endearing to see the stone cold lieutenant confused and unable to understand what was going on.
His almond brown eyes look at you confused “What ?” he asked sternly, as if the idea of you giving birth now made him feel taken by surprise. You laugh at the slight confusion plastered on Simons face. He seemed even more taken back that you’re laughing after showing signs of being in pain. However you feel a slight instinct while you have him close…
You gently grab at his hand, one he flinches from the sudden contact as you look into his eyes, “Trust me ?” you ask softly waiting for confirmation to proceed.
Ghost’s POV
One minute you were grasping onto him for your dear life, nails digging deep into his hoodie sleeves, then after a few breaths your laughing about it. He couldn’t figure out what to make of the situation. His mind still reeling if there was something wrong with the baby for you to react such a way.
Yet, when you ask him to trust you, it was like a whiplash. You know he questions anything to do with trust. The idea makes the Ghost want to crawl out and pull away. However, the Simon part of him wants to reach out and grasp onto this new unknown feeling…
No it wasn’t unknown…it was just something long forgotten and buried from years of betrayal.
When you asked him this, he felt deep down he could trust you. From the missions together, he trusted you. Against his better judgement. He trusted you and confided in you in a moments weakness for both of you to be in an intimate moment together. He trusted you from the moment he saw you again and was willing to give him a chance because despite him breaking it, in honesty you were willing to give him a chance.
He wanted to take a chance with you. Even if it was unfamiliar territory and he didn’t know what he was going to be walking into.
When his eyes meet yours, you give him the most doe eyes imaginable…
There’s just something about the way you look at him which makes him want the Ghost to stay in a corner and allow Simon to revel in the contact and embrace this new found feeling of interaction. So…for once…he let his guard down.
Nodding his head slowly, he didn’t know what to expect when you took his hand. They were still in his signature skull leather gloves. But it was the kind of contact that felt like electricity coursing through his nervous system. Slowly and tenderly, you soft hands guided his to rest on your stomach. For a moment he was confused by this…until he felt it.
It was subtle. Like a poke onto his palm. Their son was kicking.
For the first time, your son showed no signs of life, the doctor having to reassure you that he was very much healthy and breathing. You would joke it was because of him that their son gained his personality. However, now it seems your son wants to let you two know he’s there.
It was a moment for sure. Simon didn’t know how to feel or even know how to acknowledge the feeling he was expressing.
True happiness.
The little bundle that gave you and him a chance of unity to work together. An experience he never thought imaginable until he met you. It was a moment he wish he could keep with him forever. Especially as he looked down at your face.
You had the softest smile on your face, your eyes closed feeling the little kicks hit against your stomach as you still press Simons hand on your stomach. Seeing you in your cozy autumn dress that snugged your body, just reaching to your knees and your hair, down . You looked perfect. This moment felt perfect. For once it was nice to experience something mundane. To experience something he’d call…
His family.
It was this moment he wanted to give himself entirely to you, swear to you, open up to you. Yet, he figured when the time was right he would. For now.
Soaking in the moment of their little life they created. Who for once Simon was eager to meet. Yet, he’d never would admit it out loud, especially with the guys pestering about it. But he’d shrug it off and tell them he just wants your suffering to end.
It felt like the world stopped in that moment, it was just you two enjoying this moment together, Simon couldn’t resist it. His other hand slowly reached up to your cheek. Your eyes watching his every move. Yet you didn’t say anything. He was hesitant. But you just looked at him, almost reassuring him to keep going. Your doe eyes bore into his, they weren’t of hunger like the night you two laid. No it was a different kind of intimacy. One of companionship. But most of all…
Trust
He gently stroked your jaw line, as he slowly leaned closer to your face….
Your POV
He kept leaning closer by the minute, your heart was pounding harder than ever. You can’t believe this was happening. Was he going to kiss you ? His eyes drift down to your lips. It was a subtle question without words needing to be said. You knew what his eyes was entailing. It was something you learned to understand about him long ago.
Slowly you let go of his hand that still rested on your swollen stomach. He had no intentions of withdrawing even after your hands were off his. You slowly reach your hands up to the edge of his mask tucked under his hoodie. His eyes don’t leave yours. He’s watching you. Studying you. Seeing what next move you do. But there’s no sign of discontent. He wants you to do this. You can tell by his eyes. They speak so much more volume that any words spoken can comprehend.
You tentatively begin pulling up his mask, my eyes remaining on his as you do this. You’re expecting the worse as you slowly pull it up, but he doesn’t recoil or stop you. No. He just keeps looking at you.
So you keep going. Passing it just over his lips, revealing his perfect lips, that are slightly shaded pink, his stubble jawline as if carved out of a statue. His jaw adorned with tapestry of scars. Some danced along his cheek, it seemed long you were only seeing the tip that seemed to run up. There was one that crossed over the corner of his lips. You remember that one, when you two were together that night. Even though it was dark and everything was rushed you remember pressing light kisses over it. Almost wishing for those awful memories of it to wash away from his perfect skin. But it was something you accept and love about him…
Wait love ?
Do you love Simon ? Maybe….or maybe it’s just your hormones..
He looks at you still, my eyes meeting his, as you slowly lean up, he seems to lean in as well and just when our lips were grazing each others…
His phone rings…
He withdraws so fast it almost hurt. His eyes seemed to squint, almost as a sign of annoyance…He seemed to almost wished it had happened but at last, someone had to pop it.
You clear your throat eyeing down to his pants where the phone rings “You going to get that ?” for once you see him contemplate almost considering to ignore. For a few seconds you see him battle within himself…it was painful to watch the Ghost himself wanting to rebel. So you made the choice for him. You slowly withdrew from the close contact as you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m going to go….um…make another cup.” You leave the room quickly, well at least as quick as your legs could take you as you headed back into the kitchen. Stealing a glance at him as he looks your way, rolling his mask down as he digs into his pocket for his phone.
Ghost’s POV
We were so close to kissing, and of course something had to disrupt it. It felt like luck was never on his side. As always all the good in his life gets taken from him even from brief moments.
He answers the phone. He was agitated from the disruption and the person on the other was going to hear how angry he was for the intrusion.
“What you want ?”
Price : “Aye…good ‘earing from you too Simon. What’s with you eh ? How’s the little light ?”
“Price…” Simon felt the pit of his stomach dropped. “She and the bugger are fine.” He leaves the living room going outside to take this call, he couldn’t risk you hearing it… “What’s the news ?”
He hears Price hum softly and slight shifting in the background, he was readjusting himself in his seat, means he doesn’t have something good to say... “Ah…we got a lead. Shepard will fill you in. You’ll be dropped at the base in a couple days. That’s all I can share over the phone…”
Simon stayed silent. His eyes casting at your complex, this mission was important he knew that…in fact in most cases he would’ve put that before anything so why…
“Simon…I know you have a lot going on…I don’t blame you for wanting ou-” “I’ll be there.” There was silence for a moment as Price let out a sigh. “ ‘Right, I’ll send you where to go. You leave Monday (the day was Thursday) Good luck Simon.” With that he hung up. Looking at his phone screen silently. Hearing the words Price was going to finish he couldn’t even process those words.
Out ? This is all he ever known. Sure things are different now…but are they ?
He began second guessing his choices now for allowing himself to get close. Perhaps going on this mission will do him some good. Ghost heads back into the complex where he finds you finishing your new cup, but this time of tea, that you just poured for yourself. As you were letting the bag rest inside your cup, as the warm water seeps it.
Your eyes meet his, and once again he feels Simon wanting to crawl out and take over, but he shoves him down. Ghost needed to be present. “That was Price.” He watches as your features shift, it was brief it was a slight sadness peeking your face. But you recovered quickly averting your eyes from his looking into your cup. “Ah…when do you leave ?” you start dipping your tea bag up and down into your cup looking into it, deeply. As he says lowly “In a ‘ouple days.”
Your eyes look towards him…it once again made Simon want to claw out, the need to be there for you. But he can’t . Not now knowing he has to leave you at such a bad time. But you surprised him….
Your POV
Yes, the news hurt, the sudden change in his aura as he went back to being Ghost. Cold reserved and untouchable. It hurt how quickly his demeanor changed towards you. However, you understood. You have been in his shoes and you knew it would be inevitable. That came with the job. You guys were stuck to this life whether you wanted out later or not. The job demanded you.
You were an exception given your predicament. But you knew this was what Ghost lived for. It’s all he’s ever known. Nodding your head slowly. “You should probably get packing than, shouldn’t ya ?” you let out a low dry laugh. It seemed more of a huff then a laugh. But the fact was…it was amusing.
Of course you knew the reality of the job. If a lead came up of course they’d jump at it. Especially knowing the urgency for the mission. You didn’t know the full extent but you knew enough, and your time in the field to know such. You sigh softly “Look…Simon. You don’t need to worry about us. I told you this.” Your eyes meet his, his eyes remained unmoved from you. He was looking to see if you were covering up with lies, but they weren’t they were genuine.
“When you find the chance…reach me. I’m sure by then he’ll be born…” you bite at your lower lip. As much as you would love Simon to be there during birth you sure as hell weren’t going to make him feel guilty for leaving or make it seem like he has to choose. No, now more than anything he deserves to know he’s welcomed back. You smile softly at him, approaching him slowly.
He doesn’t withdraw as you approach, his eyes never leaving your movements as you drew closer as you gently reach your hand up, watching his expression. Ghost doesn’t budge or withdraw though, so you place your hand on his masked cheek. “Trust me?” You reach up as best you can against this tall giant. He lowers himself down though, enough so you can press a kiss onto his masked cheek before looking into his eyes.
He didn’t need to say a word.
You saw all the conviction in his eyes to know he planned to come back for you and their son…
“Thomas…” you blink at the sudden name…as you recalled his brother name being Tommy. Then you slowly began to understand, he wanted to name your son after him.
“Thomas…I like it.” You smile softly holding his gaze, he seemed to appreciate it. A part of you wandered if him wanting to name their son after his brother was a way to prove better. Almost swearing this time…he won’t lose his loved ones. You knew nothing would happen. Simon would return from the mission when it’s over and get to meet his son. Maybe things will play out better for you two. You don’t know…but you were willing to see what this choice leads to.
The Next Day
Honestly from the events of yesterday, you nearly forgotten about your appointment for today.
It was thanks to your mother reminding you before she left for work, and Simon sudden urgency to usher you out of the complex into the car.
To say pregnancy befuddles your mind was an understatement, you could barely think straight. It was painful to think too. Your once strategic, organized, and determined mind was a train wreck.
It could be from the lack of sleep now, you felt so bloated, but also it was impossible to get out of bed comfortably let alone sleep. It seemed your unborn was like his father, in the quietness was when he made himself known. Which he would either kick your stomach to the point you had to sit up and walk around or he demanded food to be deposited into your stomach. With which you’d made a late midnight snack.
Since being closer to your due date, and time flying by effortlessly, you started noticing Simon insistent on staying in your complex to make sure you get the help you need. Because of this, your mother had decided (since she has so grown to love Simon) that she’d stay at your uncle’s place while Simon was present so you could lean on him more. Of course you hated that she left you with him, sometimes his silence was unbearable and you worried you burden him with helping you with tedious tasks. But perhaps it was because your mother knew nothing would happen while he was there.
So, Simon spent most nights in your mother’s room that she loaned to him. However on some midnight scouring through the refrigerator, you’ve learned he would often sleep on the couch. Mostly because he knew you’d wake up craving something and didn’t apparently trust you enough to open a simple yogurt container. Silly little things like that he worried about your well being. As if you were out on the field fighting for you life, Simon was there at your six to keep you safe from such tedious civilian tasks.
Oh, and driving with Simon has become quite the most stressful part of the trip. The man, bless him, as big as he was must drive crazy do to discomfort. He was a bully man for the matter and being used to harsh conditions he drives almost like a madman. I’m always bracing the handle on the door because, his turns were painfully sharp. But you know the wiser, correcting or even judging a man’s driving skill is not a debate to go on. The drive was of course short, since the man nearly blew through 3 stop lights, you knew he’ll probably get tickets about it. Wondering how embarrassing that was you were the reason for his reckless driving. Yet, he got you there safely.
Pulling into the hospital parking lot, it was packed. Rows of cars lined up, but Simon found the most closet spot to the entrance as possible. Yes, the man drove through every single aisle in the lot to find the BEST one. Sighing in relief you release the seat belt buckle freeing the slight pressure that was pressing over your chest and lower abdomen a bit too tightly. You were just collecting my bearings for a few seconds, before feeling the coolness brush your right shoulder.
Glancing over, you see Simon had already hopped out of the truck and was now opening your passenger side door. You take the chivalrous act turning yourself in the seat, it was much harder to get in and out of cars. Especially harder, in a big pick up truck, that Simon drove.
Luckily, Simon, was there to help you, his large arm nearly caged you in the front as you use his arm to balance yourself and ease out of the car. He doesn’t touch you, just uses his body to help you get out. It was such a subtle gesture but meant a lot. Because, your mother would’ve struggled much more trying to help you out. “Thanks...You didn’t have to.”
You knew that was a lie, you did need it, it was painful to change positions now, your growing baby, had decided to expand ever so more, your once small physique outweighed by your growing baby who just so happens to have the DNA of a giant. Yes, this still bugged you. Of all men to get knocked up by, why did YOU have to do it not only with your lieutenant but the biggest man you ever known. Was a cruel joke the thought of pushing out his baby often sent shivers down your spine.
Simon must’ve noticed as you can see the squint in his eyes and crease in his brows “You cold ?” you wave you hand dismissively supporting your back as he walks closely at your side, on your right of course. “No, I’m fine. Just uncomfortable. God I can’t wait to push him out.” You huff, even walking barely a mile was an effort. You were already out of breath by the time you both entered through the automatic sliding doors.
The hospital was bustling, taking in patients and front desk ladies answering calls. Simon tenses from the atmosphere. This is his first time coming with you. From your last checkup, he simply drove you and your mother and your mother would go in with you. This time after many attempts at persuading him you won over him.
And Simon, wore something less terrifying than his usual apparel. He wore a black surgical face mask, it went up over his nose, he had no black smear paint over his eyes for once, but his hoodie cloaked his hair and shaded his eyes from the light. Immediately you sat yourself down in the chair, Simon however, stood near you. Like a looming bodyguard, the man just did NOT know when to relax or let his guard down. You could see his eyes shift to every person in the room as if waiting for some surprise attack.
A part of you didn’t blame him for this habit, when you first started having to live as a civilian you doubted every single person. You can’t imagine how untrusting Simon must be feeling, to be so exposed and you’re certain to him, the worse part was being weaponless.
However, him being on edge was not helping your anxiety for this appointment. Yes, you trusted your baby was fine but it still didn’t stop your mind from worrying. Slowly you reach up and touch his arm.
He nearly jumps. But of course he’d never admit it. He looks down at you, seeing it was your harmless hand resting on his arm as you say lowly “Relax Simon…you’re stressing me out…also you’re making everyone else anxious-” he huffs under his mask, giving an eye roll as you look at him serious not going to put up with his attitude “I mean it. You either sit down or there will be hell.” His eyes look at you seriously, debating if should challenge that minor threat.
But of course, you were a women to your word. And you’d never forget. In fact you planned to give him an ear full about his demeanor. You were okay to an extent but sometimes you just wish he let his guard down when in civilian area so he didn’t stress you or anyone else in radius.
Finally he grumbles lowly, moving to sit in the seat to your right, near the entry, as he finally sat done. You couldn’t help but smirk, the chair looked ridiculously small holding him. It was a miracle it didn’t collapse. That would be a humorous sight.
Now he was quite the sight himself, standing 6’4 practically lean killing machine. His mystery aura probably was an attraction to many civilians, especially youthful ones. As just so happens a bunch of teenagers were gossiping and giggling in the corner of the lounge. Why they were there was beyond your brain capacity, they seemed too young to be pregnant…was that normal in society? You felt so old…
You could hear little what was said but tried not to feel the bubbling feeling in your chest “Oh-My-God, he’s hot…” “He’s a tall dark drink of mystery” “I dare you to ask his number.”
Honestly, if these girls think their whispering was low enough they were not even trying. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at Ghost. His eyes focused dead ahead at the front desk. Surely he was hearing the words these girls were saying.
It didn’t help he was in the most….hottest sitting position you’ve seen. His legs were spread arms crossed over his chest, you know he wasn’t doing it intentionally more for comfort since he barely fit the seat. But you couldn’t help how attractive he seemed. You didn’t blame the girls for finding him attractive, honestly you wished you knew if he was attractive without the mask too.
His deep voice broke your train of thought, “I can feel yer eyes on me y/n.” his eyes slowly shift to you, which made you blush. You didn’t realize you had stared at him long enough for him to notice. Than again nothing gets past his radar. “Well…can’t help it…you got quite the fan girls over there.” You snort.
His head looks in your direction, his eyes squinting obviously not finding it amusing as you can see his brows crease processing your features probably and attitude, as he then asks “You jealous ?” You could see the corners of his eyes crinkle, the bastard was smirking “S-Shut up.” You huff smirking trying to ignore the burning in your cheeks as he speaks again shifting in his seat “Plus I’m not here for bunch of kids. Got my own to worry about, yea ?”
How this man says stuff so casually astounds you. He seems too calm and collected it makes you wish you could open his brain up and know what’s running through it.
Ghost’s POV
Having eyes on him has always been something he had been used to. From recruits shaking to their bones of what he’ll shout, to his victims petrified of their life getting taken from his hands, and now civilians. This though, was something he’ll never get used to.
Civilians seemed to walk aimless with no purpose and oblivious to their surroundings. Without a care in the world. It sometimes baffled him how relaxed these people were, unaware of the raging war that he and people like him were fighting to keep the peace, that these people took for granted.
Yet, today, he was here with you, doing something so mundane to take you for your pregnancy checkup.
Honestly, he would’ve taken you here every day if he could, this whole pregnancy process had him on edge. He never felt so helpless in his entire life.
Unable to help you with all the weight you were carrying and the discomfort you were having to endure in order to carry his child. You didn’t deserve this, yet motherhood almost seemed to suit you.
His eyes couldn’t help but glance at you subtly when you would pretend you weren’t staring at him. You had the most earnest smile, too pure for the military, your hair had this shine to it, but in a way was done hastily in a messy bun. However, it looked attractive for you. From your clothes, you always wore something cozy and snug, today wearing a loose v neck top with a plaid jacket to keep you warm. Some stretchy pants that curved around your hips and thighs nice especially your protruding belly.
From your ripped nails (a habit he absolutely disliked one you did even on duty), fresh clean smooth skin, perfect face structure. Everything. You had bewitched him in ways he could never comprehend Which makes him think back to when you two laid together…it had been so long ago. But at nights it was something that plagued his dreams and had him wanting to experience it again.
Of course then a women in a white cloak approaches the two of you, sending him a bit more on edge with the women’s plastered smile. Was too white for Simon’s liking. She stops short of him, eyeing him before looking at you “Ah, Y/n ! Ready for your check-up?” she smiles at you…
So she’s the doctor…. “Yes I’m ready. Also this is-” You look to him a bit. He knew you were trying to be considerate in his choice of giving names…yet for you he’d let this slide. “Simon.” he says blunt and uninterested in interacting with the doctor, he only came to make sure the baby was okay as per your request, well more of begging.
You give him the biggest smile, hearing him use his name to greet the doctor. Just seeing you happy for something so minor gave you the greatest joy…why you held him so high he’ll never understand but he held you the same way too. You slowly stood up, getting to your feet, he gives you his arm, that was still in his pocket to assist, which you take his subtle gesture.
The doctor blushing and biting her lip, it bothered him. The way she looked at him. He only liked when you looked at him that way but something in him wanted to snap at her for such but he refrained. Instead walking behind you as the doctor led you to the ultrasound room.
Entering the room, he had to duck his head a bit, the doors were definitely not made for men his height, obviously more for women. You giggled at his struggle as he shot you a glare which stopped your adorable giggles but still plastering a smirk.
“Alright…you know the drill, momma. Sit down, lift up, and relax.” The doctor was now getting the machine wheeled closer, and turned on. You turned to the laying chair, Simon’s seeing it was a bit high for you as he moved closer in front of you.
You give him a questionable look, but he simply gestures with his hand, that he’ll help you up. You take it, his arms tense as he helps you up, you blush when it seems to get into the chair with ease. Looking up at him you whisper softly, “Thank you…”. He simply nods his head stepping back to stay out of the way. Choosing to linger against the wall as the doctor comes to your side now, once you lifted up your top exposing your stomach.
It's the first time he’s seen your belly bare, you were never naked or wearing shorter tops since pregnant. You still had that tattoo on your right that that ran just under your arm down your whole side. It was a bunch of rose vines tangled around skull head, butterflies, ribbons, but most of all a peacock head with the feathers spread on the side pulling a chariot.
It was the most detailed tattoo he admired on you when you rested on your side beside him after you two were intimate. He remembered looking at the details put into it, and how it seemed unique.
He never asked though, but he did his own researching. Hera’s chariot was pulled by the peacock. Which made since considering your call sign. Not to mention the meaning behind Hera, as the goddess of childbirth, he prayed you had that luck on your side.
The doctor had spread some gel substance on your stomach just at your lower abdomen as she placed the probe there. The monitor on the screen started giving a swoosh sound and bit pulsing but it was all grey and white visuals. Until she worked the probe more on your stomach to show the view of…
Their son.
The doctor looked at the monitor seeing how the baby was curled in the fetal position all curled up. Simon felt an odd feeling looking at the screen.
It felt unreal actually seeing it on the screen. The doctor than began speaking “That’s a healthy looking baby. Wow I’d say he’s about…3.997 kilograms (8.13 pounds) !” you nearly groan inwardly as he did his best to stop himself from huffing a laugh. The doctor arches a brow “I take you’re the dad ?”
The question made Simon stiff but he simply just nodded his head slowly, which the doctor giggles “Yeah go figures, he definitely got the dad genes y/n.” you roll your eyes as you remained still while she continues to examine the monitor making sure everything else looks good. That’s when you brought up “Oh can you take the pictures. I want a few if you don’t mind.” The doctor smiles at you nodding her head. “I figured you’d want that. I’ll send to you via email and I’ll print out a copy that you can pick up at the front.” She smiles, clicking on the machine to capture the ultrasound picture and having it printed to the printer at the front desk. His eyes never leaving the ultrasound.
He couldn’t help but glance at your face. You looked happy, admiring the monitor of your unborn child. It was a moment he would remember. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at that being his son he’ll get to meet when he gets back from the mission. He definitely had a reason now to come back.
Your POV
After everything seemed clear, the doctor went over what to expect with the contractions and asking where you would be giving birth.
Then even gave advice that Simon could help you with by doing the gentle lifting. This of course made you blush as you sat on the examination chair “It’s a great exercise and harmless. Relaxes the body from the heavy weight you been carrying that child. Plus Dad will get an opportunity to see how much weight you’re carrying.” She laughs softly “I can show you how to do it dad if you’d like to help her ?”
A part of you knew Simon would definitely feel uncomfortable with that suggestion or even volunteer to do something remotely having to touch someone. It’s something about showing attachments in public that isn’t his forte. In fact you only feel he stuck around for the kid sake since he probably wanted to be better than how he was raised.
You could see Simon shift uncomfortably his eyes darting away as if the idea wasn’t something he wanted to express or do. “Ah…it’s okay. I think we sho-” “Show me.” Simons deep British accent seem vibrate in the room. All eyes were on him now. You were nearly gaping, but looking at him uncertain wondering if he only was feeling obligated to do it for the doctor to not judge “Simon…really it’s okay. Let’s just g-” “I want to.” He stops you which makes you blush from embarrassment. The doctor laughs softly “Okay then ! Y/n stand up and Simon right ?” he nods his head.
You stand up getting out of the chair as the doctor comes behind you “Alright, so what you’re going to do is links your fingers together like this” as she shows her both hands linked then stands behind you. You awkwardly stand there unsure what to expect. “Then you come behind, make sure y/n you can lean back into me..now I’ll use my legs to just slightly bend and keep back flat then slowly lift…” the moment the doctor lifted your stomach, it felt like all the weight was well…weightless.
It was so satisfying…you almost forgot how it felt to not having carried so much weight.
In the moment your eyes slowly flutter close you can hear the doctor continue to lecture “Only lift about two inches, should do it. Now when you release you have to do it SLOWLY.” She gives you a few minutes enjoying the session before slowly lowering your stomach. It was relaxing for the moment and made you almost wish she hadn’t stop. However your eyes flutter open, looking to see Simon’s eyes were on you.
It made you blush realizing how relaxed you were in the moment that you were unaware of his watching eyes on you. “Alright dad. Ready to try ?” you blink realizing what was about to happen as you watched Simon push himself off the wall. He nods his head at the doctor as she sits back to observe. Your heart beats harder as he walks around behind you, his looming presence all so familiar as it made you feel déjà vu when you had first met him…
2 Years Ago 141 Meeting at Base
The helicopter hummed loudly, despite the headset you wore to dull out the loud blades. You had your hair braided down over your shoulder to keep the wind from whipping your hair in your face and you wore a cap to keep the strands down. Your eyes shift as you feel it began to descend hitting the landing platform. Once confirmed the pilot let you know you can get out. Which you hastily do so, standing up keeping low as you open the side of the chopper. You had your duffle bag swung over your shoulder as you climbed out.
The blades made your hair fly crazy but you kept low until clear from the blade. Finally taking in your surroundings of your new base it was exciting to be working with Captain Price. You had met him on a mission many years ago in Urzikstan where you assisted in helping Karim escape. Luckily you weren’t needed much for medical side, but you did aid in freeing commander Karim’s men and women. However she would never know, you were a female that was there. Most times you wore attire that hid that you were a women.
It kept the fights even. No one would go easy on you or suspect they were beaten and killed by a women. That’s how you liked it.
However the main reason you hide yourself, was how you got your name…
“Ah Hera ! You made it.” You turn you head having dazed off as you noticed Price striding over to greet you.
His muttonchops were fuller, you remember the last you two had spoke he was considering growing out a beard but was unsure what style. It was very unique style yet suited him. You gave him a tender smile “Captain Price. Wouldn’t miss joining up with an old friend now.” You smirk. He shakes your hand fondly then gently pats your shoulder “Why I picked you for my taskforce. Come. The lads will be joining soon.” He nods his head for you to follow which you do.
He gives you a brief tour of the base, seeing the gym, cafeteria, lounge room, medical wing (your favorite) his office, meeting room, baths (as of course he had to mention there were no separate ones for women but would ensure you had a key to lock when using it,), and lastly your bunker.
Your name plate was plastered on the door in a silver plate with your rank y/n, “Hera” and your l/n. Price opened your door with ease showing you, your neatly made room, with the bed in the corner, pale beige walls, old wooden floor boards, a desk and chair, a counter space in the corner where you can buy your own appliances for small kitchen ware and a small closet for your clothing.
Typical base room. Small simple and tidy. “Thanks Price.” You smile at him as he smiles back, his muttonchops crinkling as he smiles as you could no longer see his dimples cheeks when he smiles, but you knew they were there “Please y/n, no need for formalities, you can call me John” you smirk “What ? Already playing favorite Cap ?” you give a wicked grin as he simply chuckles shaking his head stepping to your door. “Ill see you tomorrow for briefing. 0600 sharp. Rest of the lads will be in tonight. Rest up.” He nods his head, as he leaves you in your room.
Taking a breath, you decide to look around the room taking in the surroundings and debating on what you could do to lively it up when you get the time and chance to go shopping. For now you planned to rest up, and unpack. Tomorrow will be when you meet the rest of your team. You had heard their names but was not permitted to seeing their files on each one. Probably because you’ll be meeting them anyways. For now…you needed rest so rest was what you planned to get.
Next Day at 0400
Your alarm blared annoyingly at your bedside stand as you moaned annoyed. As much as you should be used to waking up this early your body however seemed to hate every moment of it. Groggily, you reach over to stop your alarm, after embarrassingly missing the stop button after three attempts, you finally silenced the cruel bastard.
Slowly you positioned yourself up so that you didn’t fall back to sleep and grabbed your hygiene stuff and spare clothing to go get ready.
Peeking your head out the room, the bunker halls were silent, you were the only one up at this hour, thankfully. You slipped out of the room and shut the door quietly aware your other teammates were probably trying to get every last bit of rest they can muster. You make your way to the bathroom, you planned on at least making yourself presentable today. Having brought your towel and other hygiene supplies, you began showering first to wake yourself up.
Dipping yourself under the cold running water to wake you, while you waited for the water to warm up, sent shivers down your spine. Taking cold showers was definitely a way to wake you. But once the warm water hit it made you melt. You could stay under the streaming water forever, however, today you planned to make a good impression.
After finally finishing cleaning yourself up and drying yourself, you began to dress into your attire. After putting on your sports bra, and boxer pants (yes, they were more comfortable to wear underneath heavy cargo pants and military attire. Plus no lie, it curved your ass nicely) then put on your thick beige cargo pants that had plenty of pockets. Then putting on a tight long sleeve camo top. It was a collar type with a zipper and you always kept the zipper halfway down to make it breathable.
Once you finishing dressing and tying on your duffle boots, you got your hair slick back in a tight bun using some gel that slicked your hair perfectly.
Satisfied with your apparel, you glance at the watch on your wrist, it was 0500, you had an hour to spare. Walking out of the bathroom with your discarded clothes and hygiene you went to your room to return your stuff then decided to grab yourself a cup of coffee to wake up before heading to the meeting room.
However what you didn’t expect, upon walking into the lounge where the coffee maker would be, was a tall looming man cloaked in all black hunched over with a cup. The man was massive it was insane. You couldn’t help but freeze, like a deer in line of sight of headlights. The man surely wasn’t military was he ? He must’ve sense your presence as he side glanced you, barely shifting his head to glance back at you. His eyes scan you head to toe, before you hear a huff.
‘Whats his problem ?’ you frown at the odd behavior as you slowly make your way over to grab yourself a cup “Um, Morning, sorry wasn’t aware someone else was up. You are?” his eyes glare at you annoyed as if your question was the most ridiculous thing he heard. But instead of pleasantly answering, oh no he turned and left. Just up and leave. You stood there dumbfounded wondering what the hell the man problem was for him to be so cold. ‘God…he must not be a morning person.’ You roll your eyes as you begin to work on your cup of coffee.
By 0549 you made you way to the meeting room where it would be taking place, you have yet to see anyone aside from the grumpy cloaked man.
Opening the door to the meeting room though you see Price eyes look up to your figure as he smiles “Ah Hera. You made it.” yet, he wasn’t alone. Two other member were seated. One was muscular, he had a nice round chiseled face. Beautiful blue eyes, but you’ll never admit that to him and a Mohawk. He seemed lively as he spoke up “Aye you ‘ust be Hera ! Names Soap.” He gives you a toothy grin, odd name for a handsome face, you dare not question that name. “Nice to meet you.” You nod your head to him, as the other man who you knew smirked “Good seein’ ya Hera. You gotten taller ? Or is it just your boots ?” he smirks playfully as you roll your eyes “Tough love Gaz” He laughs softly, his laugh was too pure for this world, as his slightly curled hair was under his ball cap, wearing his light blue button up rolled up sleeve shirt under his vest. He always was a handsome man, even since he was a little boy he was handsome and you two were close buddies since middle school and through boot camp.
Just when you were about to question where the last member was “Um so where’s the other gu-” but Price spoke up, and his eyes weren’t on you but rather something or rather someone behind you “Ah, good of you to join us Ghost. Lads…and erm lass meet Lieutenant Riley. You can call him Ghost.”
As if slowly registering all the eyes shifting behind you, you slowly glance your head behind seeing him looming behind you. The man was tall. It was insane how much he over towered you, it made you feel incredibly small with a bunch of big men. Yet he was different.
Looking up to meet, his almond brown eyes, that were piercing down at you, you could see hint of blonde of his lashes despite it smeared with black paint, and his face was covered with a mask, that had a literal skull plate on top of it that had chips on the eye rim of the skull. The man was menacing yet as beautiful as death. You couldn’t help but swallow the lump that was slowly forming in your mouth as you couldn’t tear your eyes from him…working with him was definitely going to be interesting…
Present Moment
It was hard to believe they were literally in the same moment as before. You were looking up at the menacing man in the past with fear as he looked at you once with distaste . However after doing missions together, the two of you had worked up a good bond, a respectable one that had each other’s backs . Yet that led to an unknown attraction, one you’d presume was just lust that resulted in well…your predicament.
Simon gently leaned forward, you felt his broad chest at the back of your head as your felt his chest muscle flex when his arms slowly, hesitantly encircled you. Your heart raced harder against your chest, this was just him helping and you were making it seem like he was kissing you.
God why could you feel his breath through the mask against your neck, it made the hair on the back of your neck, go up. The moment your felt his muscular arms go around you, it made you almost shiver but you forced your body to stay still. The moment he had his hand gently coming under your stomach, your breath slightly hitched. Even though his hands were gloved, it still sent your body into a huge heat wave.
You prayed with all your might be didn’t notice how enflamed your cheeks were or how his subtle touches sent your body emblazed. Then when he slowly lifted, of course having followed the instructions to the T, the moment he lifted your stomach you felt yourself lean more into him, and he was pressed into you.
When he lifted you could definitely feel, his biceps were flexing as he held your stomach, he seemed so gentle for hands that could be so brutal. It was impressive how he could be ever so careful when needed to be. You didn’t even think it was possible.
You don’t know how long he was holding your stomach, or what the doctor may have commented, probably praising him for doing a good job, but in that moment you felt….
Safe.
It was the only word you could describe the feeling. Even if it was something Simon wasn’t keen to do, you honestly don’t know his reason for wanting to do this…but you felt this made you feel completely safe from everything. It was a comfort you were neglected having as a child. When you threw yourself into the military you wanted to harden yourself to not rely on anyone for safety, yet meeting Ghost. That changed everything.
From the moment you two first went on mission together, you wanted nothing more than to trust him and knew he’d keep you safe no matter the cost.
He showed that multiple times when you put yourself in the line, a few times to save wounded or even take a risk, and every time. He was there having your back.
So now…here he was…weaponless, out of his comfort zone and having to do something gentle, you felt entirely safe once again.
You didn’t even realize how relaxed you were that you had leaned into him and let out a soft sigh. After some minutes, you feel him slowly lower your stomach, the moment ending but it was nice. Even better than when the doctor did it.
She seemed pleased nodding her head “Well you seem like a natural ! Okay ! When you start getting contractions, call me ! We discuss by then. I have your number and your mother’s. I’ll send you some things to read okay ?” You nod your head. “Thank you Doctor. Andrea.” You smile as she nods her head opening the door out of the room then leading you both to the front desk.
You could sense Simon lingering behind you as he followed you closely. The doctor goes behind the front desk walking to the printer as she grabs the ultrasound picture. There was 3 printed out as she handed them over to you from the desk. “Alright. You both are set ! Can’t wait to meet the little one.” She smiles giving you both a wave. As you do the same. Looking up at him, you smile at him holding the pictures.
Ghost’s POV
When doing the belly lift exercise, a part of him worried he may hurt you or the baby. Yet, he was very intent on following the doctors direction to the exact T. He watched intently as you expressed a sense of relaxing when doing it. Like it was the first kind of relief you experienced since being pregnant. All the more reason he wanted to do this.
When it was his turn, his eyes landed on you, you seemed nervous. Was it because of him ? Even when he got behind you he could tell your heart rate increased and you were trying to control your breathing. It was as if his presence makes you flustered. However he tried to control his own reaction to being right behind you and having to actually touch you more closely than he’s ever done.
When he carefully lifts your stomach, immediately he realizes how much weight you’ve been having to carry. ‘Bloody hell…no wonder she’s barely sleeping.’ As he holds your stomach up, he couldn’t help but feel proud at how much of a fighter you were. Not only were you fighting through the pain of carrying the child but also you were willing to do this alone if he didn’t plan to be there for you.
There was a sense of regret as he felt the slight strain in his muscles, honestly it was impressive to him how you didn’t complain as much as you did.
However, he regretted having to leave in a couple days for this mission. Knowing you’ll be going through this alone. Even though he knew you wouldn’t be entirely alone having your mother and uncle a part of him hated it wasn’t going to be him. He just hopes the mission will be done without any complications.
Once he slowly lets go of your stomach, even though he’d willingly hold it for you as long as you needed he finally let go knowing you’d want to go home and get off your feet. Especially how swollen your ankles were.
As they left the ultrasound room and made their way to the desk, they once again passed the young girls who once again began staring at him. Briefly he saw your face slightly twist with once again jealousy. Why you would get jealous was beyond him…you were much more than some teens and it angered him you thought less of yourself when you were carrying their child.
All the more reason he couldn’t resist casting a quick glare in the girls direction which obviously got the message clear enough as they looked terrified. You luckily were all the more unaware as he remained close behind you as you collected your pictures.
The smile adorned your face would be that of the sun, it was bright and gorgeous he wanted to capture the moment himself.
They both then walked out of the hospital, finally as they make their way to his truck. As they drew near he steps ahead of you when they drew near opening your door for you. He then holds out his gloved hand for you to help get into the car, it was something he thought even if minor you seemed to appreciate it instead of trying to pull yourself in. With his strength he eased you into the passenger seat. Once he was sure you were safely seat he shut your door then walked around to the driver side.
When he got in. He noticed you had already put your seatbelt on and was looking at the ultrasound photos. He couldn’t help but smile. You seemed so happy just since the growing baby in your stomach and it made him smile to himself seeing you this way. As he put the key into his engine, your hand reached out onto his. For a moment he thought something was wrong as his eyes looked down at you. Then you spoke “I want you to have one.” You extend our in your hand one of the ultrasound pictures. They were small yet perfect. “That’s if you want it. I don’t know…maybe just something to hold onto to-” you pause, as he watches your face turn teary, you were getting emotional “Sorry, nevermind. Silly thought. I know you don’t wan-” he didn’t even realize he said something until he saw your eyes flutter up to meet his.
They looked so innocent and pure. Sometimes he couldn’t believe you used to be able to take men his size down in a heartbeat. But a part of him like seeing you this way. It made him want to protect you even more. Which is why, against Ghost’s better judgement. Simon said it. “No. I want it.” Simple words.
He could see you were wondering if he was being serious or not so to prove it, he reached out for the little printed picture that you let him take as he took a glance at it briefly before pulling out his wallet. “When I’m on the mission, plan to put it in my vest.” He mumbles lowly, he could see something drop in the corner of his eye.
When he looked it was a tear. And another. ‘Fuck…was it something I said ?’ but then he saw you smile…god you were really bringing out Simon more and more. He then reached his gloved hand tentatively, to your cheek. Once again his eyes watching for any withdrawal or dislike.
But he saw none, and you had already begun to reach to cup his cheek as well. For a moment he expected you to pull up his mask again but instead, you lean forward and press a kiss over his mask on his cheek. Right where his left cheek scar crosses over. It was almost as if you knew the story behind the scar, because in that moment, he felt his walls slowly crumble, and he pressed his forehead against yours.
It was the closest you two have ever been And honestly, he was grateful you weren’t pushing him. You knew his limit and respected. And this made him feel trusting in you. Because you trusted he’ll one day open up to you when he’s ready. Now he planned to when he returned from the mission…everything.
He doesn’t know what you two will be when he comes back. Or how you two will be having a child together but he knows more than anything he wants to put his trust in you.
Here is a compiled list of my John Price x fem!reader series. domestic fluff and angst, some smut. Listed in order of events. Here is a family outline.
Guys Check out this Fic !!! I have reread this ongoing series....too many times to count. It's THAT good ❤️ Love the content 🥺 My favorite writer on Tumblr !
Okay so a little backstory on this new series that's been in my drafts...
You as a reader will play a character. Your character was held in a laboratory and was made into a project. That project left you with a unique ability to shapeshift into a wolf. You'll be joining the taskforce 141 slowly working alongside them. Over time you'll confide more with Ghost. But also, things from the past will start to show up and that puts things at risk for your missions and yourself.
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Also, never fear ! My Choice Our Consequence will still be continued ! I'm already working on Chapter 4 and can't wait to share it ! This series again WARNING it will contain emotional moments and will hit viewers deeply, however I PROMISE it will get better over time...we just have to suffer a bit together. 👉🏽👈🏽🥹
hey! I hope I don’t come off as rude but can you please specify in your description that there will be a vague description of the reader’s race/skin tone. like in episode 3 of my choice our consequences the reader is said to have “fair skin” and “silky hair”. It kinda threw me off when i read that with no warning lmao😅
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My apologies, I was completely unaware I wrote that ! You're completely right and I made the following correction. If you notice any more please let me know ! I truly understand though, and kinda wanted to make the reader more optional in look for anyone of color, physical appearance etc. Sometimes I get carried away with writing random words then I go back to edit and sometimes miss things I just wrote out whatever came through my head. Sorry for throwing you off 🥹
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Summary: Ghost...here ? This is a lot to take in after nearly having an uncomfortable confrontation from your neighbor. Yet, even with your ghost looking over your shoulder there's still things that need to be addressed...
Call Sign: Hera
Warnings: Cursing, Graphic Description, Harming, Injury, Fighting, Confrontation, Google Translator,
Clarification: y/n (Your name), s/c (Skin color), h/t (Hair Type), h/c(Hair color), etc...Let me know if I need to make corrections or add more.
Word Count: 7.6k
A03 Version
Your POV
Complete and utter shock…You have no words, no emotions, nothing to what you’re witnessing.
Now back then, you probably would’ve stood your own and probably flipped the guy onto his back. But of course, that was when you were not practically carrying a child in your belly and was all stealth on the field. Yet, besides the annoying feeling of not being able to stand your ground like you used to, a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, like a buzz that fuzzed, was, what would have happened if Ghost wasn’t there ? Would Michael have beaten you ?
Maybe, you should thank your lucky stars and be grateful that your shadow, decided to show up of all times and swoop in to save you.
Again, so much going through your mind right now, until you saw the pain flashing through Michael’s face. Ghost wasn’t letting go of the man’s wrist or restraining himself for that matter. He was in full blown rage. You don’t know how much he had seen of the interaction, but basing on his aura and well, how he looks like he’s murdered the man in a hundred different ways just from his gaze alone, it’s obvious to presume Ghost had seen plenty.
Michael whimpered a bit in agony “Let go of me, cunt!” But that earned him an another painful twist, which resulted in a loud crack and pop. With which, he screamed in agony having the chance to withdraw his hand, now cradling it as Ghost obviously relented to just breaking his wrist. An easy fix luckily but God was he daft ? That’s straight up assault charges, but guess he’s confident knowing he’s got powerful allies to back him up.
With which Ghost stands in front of you now, he seems to tower even more as the man screamed in more pain, loud weeping pathetic pain, “The fuck is wrong with you ! You broke my wrist !” he was wailing, you wanted to roll your eyes, this was the most minor wound anyone could receive out in the field, in honesty you could probably snap his wrist back in place but you were not in the mood to be helpful. Yet, Ghost’s deep angry voice sent a shiver up your spine, so grateful you’re not on the receiving end, “If you EVER put your fuckin’ ‘ands on ‘er again, I’ll make sure you don’t have any limbs.” He drew close to your assailants face making the man shrink. “Do I make ‘yself clear ?” his eyes narrowed on the man. With that, Michael scrambled away running to his home, whimpering from the pain but not daring to look back.
You look in the direction where Michael was retreating, as you sigh out, a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. God, sure, you knew he had been persistent for a while now, but that had never resulted in being aggressive. Let alone right in front of your home.
Maybe they should move…as your mind was obviously rambling, you felt those eyes on you. It was a tingling feeling. Others may not get it but you did, you always knew, when you felt it…as you look back, your eyes met his. It was unusual. You never seen Ghost so…revealing ? Well wasn’t too revealing, but still…You were used to him always in his gear and his signature balaclava with the skull stitched into it. Now, he was simply in a black hoodie, paint still smeared over his eyes which brought out the hazel color in his eyes, he wore jeans that really showed off his thigh muscle ‘God…why is he so big…’. And to top off his look with black heavy boots, his signature black mask with skull markings that just covered over his nose and tucked down into his hoodie.
He was very looming. Honestly if you didn’t know him you’d find him terrifying. Which than made you think, you’re surprised your neighbors haven’t come out threatening to call the police because, he looks like a criminal. Sometimes you wondered if he at all considered for other people to least dress somewhat less criminal looking. Least so people don’t mix him up with a common criminal who robs banks. Sure, what he actually does, isn’t better but there’s justifying reasons for it.
Of course your eyes may have lingered a bit too long on him because his eyes squint at you as you hear his voice, yet softer, with a gruff edge ask “You good ?” you nod your head sheepishly. “Uh, yeah, thanks for stepping in…”
Now with your mind settling from the excitement you couldn’t help but frown now as you opened your mouth, “What the hell are you even doing here Ghost ?” ,boy did you wish your mouth had a filter.
You wanted to slap yourself in the face, really, the man saves you from something that would’ve escalated to something worse and the first thing you do, is question by asking, why the hell he’s here. Granted, it was a valid question, and you dare not wonder how the hell he found your address. Let alone how long has he known where you’ve lived and now of all times decides to make an entrance.
You knew your address could only be accessed from higher ups or maybe Gaz gave away your address. ‘Oh, that boy, when I get my body back I’m going to throw his ass in a sparr’
Either way, why did he come in unannounced and why the hell he has the audacity to come here. You remember his words painfully like it was yesterday. ‘You’re a burden to this team…we don’t need dead weight. If you can’t get better than your no use to this team.’ yet here you are like some damsel in distress having to be saved by HIM. The man who questioned your abilities and made you feel useless to the team. Why of all people was he here ?
It was bad enough his words put a damper on your confidence as a fighter. But now it’s all the more to believe the words because of your lack of ability to do anything while pregnant. Now, you’re not one for self shaming, but you couldn’t help it. As the days turn to weeks, your belly became more swollen. Once easy tasks had become harder to complete. Besides the fact the baby made you weigh more than what you used to weigh, which definitely made you insecure every time you stood on the weight scale in your bathroom. But also the fact, that your diet was messed up. The odd combo of having ice cream with pickles dipped in peanut butter, god, the old you would’ve been repulsed. How did you wound up in such a state.
It was bad enough you were judging your now appearance, granted you still had the same resemblance and was somewhat fortunate to not had changed else where aside from your stomach. However, due to this child’s abnormally large size to your small stature, you had gotten stretch marks across your lower abdomen just below your belly button. Now you know there’s creams to apply for it, but you’re not very optimistic about it. Heck, at this point does it matter ? In about 4 months you’ll be pushing the baby out of you and no one would bother touching you anyways, let alone look at a naked body such as yours.
But enough with the self judgment, sometimes you did actually felt amazing for having a somewhat healthier body. And sure despite some limitations you didn’t let them slow you down or deter you. You especially weren’t a quitter and would be damned if a once easy task had become hard you’d fight like hell to fix it yourself. Just the kind of person you were. But your self doubt and insecurities were a topic for another time…since there was a more looming issues before you.
He obviously seemed taken back by your question as his eyes twitched slightly, probably irritated that you’re upset with him yet, his eyes drift down to your stomach. You can see it was subtle and it made you even more squirming. It was as if he was x-raying you as you stood in front of him. Instinctively you cover your stomach with your hand almost as a way of trying to protect it, with which he pulls his gaze away from it looking into the direction the man ran to “Wanted to see you…I can leave if you rather-” yet you interject “No, it’s fine…just…” sighing softly “Sorry just the whole thing took me by surprise.” You start soothing your stomach, your new habit now that your showing more.
Ghost simply glances at you, it was an awkward silence. What do you do now ? Tell him it was good seeing him and make him leave ? Perhaps… “Price sent you…?” you tilt your head slightly looking at his stance, he seemed, uncomfortable? Maybe it’s because he’s in civilian neighborhood. It’s probably unusual for him to be in one if only to hunt someone down “Not exactly.” You raise a brow…this man is one of few words and it’s annoying trying to figure him out, but for now you’ll play along. Maybe it’s time to open up and crack this man once and for all. “Want to come in ?”
You nod your head to your home, already making your way in that direction since your feet were killing you. The added weight that you’re having to endure carrying this child is something you’ll never get used to. Then again…
Stealing a glance at Ghost who absentmindedly is following you his gaze shifting around the streets, still on edge it seems, your child’s father was HUGE, and that’s not even an understatement. Already your child is abnormally big as you remember your doctor’s words ‘That’s one big FETUS ! I think this one breaks the record. He may become one tall man one day’ her words echoing through your mind made your eyes roll. Oh yeah, it’s easy for others to laugh about it when they’re not carrying the weight.
Opening the door to your apartment, you glance at him, who seemed once again uncertain with entering an unfamiliar territory. You continue into your place mindlessly, setting the mail down on the counter, glancing through it to see what unnecessary or necessary mail you’ve received today. Ghost seemed to still be at your entry like a vampire waiting to be let in, in honesty, you probably wouldn’t even be surprised if he was.
Ghost’s POV
Seeing you again, being near you felt unreal. It has been far to long since he had been around such an aura. Yet, it still didn’t change how uncomfortable he was in civilian territory. Especially having to be, well casual. You seemed so used to it, like the idea of leaving the violence behind was an easy feat. The way you held yourself in the area and walked around the kitchen counter scanning through the enveloped mail. It was an unusual sight.
You were probably the most fiercest women he knows as someone who has personally fought alongside you and was in tough predicament out on the field. The fact you’ve gone from killer to almost house wife, he envy your ability to be normal. It was something he knew he’d never obtain with his past holding him back, or from the scars being a constant reminder to the enemies he’s created over the years of fighting. Now, he knew you had your fair share of enemies, in fact the two of you had common enemies.
Watching you intently from the front door in the hall, he took in the living room surrounding. It was comfortable for sure, everything Gaz said was true. The things that caught his eye most of all was your already preparation for your newborn. There was a highchair near the island that had stools, there was toys in a basket neatly set in the corner. There was a variety of stuff toys, obviously for the unborn child. He than steals a glance your way.
It was true, you always glowed and brighten up in a room, but there was no doubt…You being pregnant only double the brightness of your surrounding. It suited you. And made you more breathtaking, Ghost had to shift his gaze away before you caught him, since your senses seemed even more heightened. From his peripheral he could see you set down the mail, walking over into the living room where he was as you spoke softly, your arms crossed over your growing belly, almost using your stomach as a resting place for you arms. “Why are you really here Ghost…?” your eyes were studying any little feature he dare show you. In honestly he would be joking about how much you act like him with those eyes but decided against it.
His eyes taking in the photos adorning the walls and mantle. There were mostly you with another women and man. The women he immediately could tell was related to you. She had your features, so he presumed she was your mother. Now he knew a bit of your history, he heard you didn’t have a father, but did have a father like figure so you had to presume the man was him. You seemed so happy when you were younger oblivious to the cruelty of the world, but even that never changed the light in your eyes. He then says lowly “Wanted to see if it was true…”
Yes, his choice of words always did bring out the cutest frown on your face, and was more adorable with the pout while pregnant. He never thought he’d get tired of your expressions which is why he always broke off the personal connection growing by creating some distance with you yet never minded cracking a bit of jokes. Ones you always reminded him how human he was and that sometimes it never hurt to get close.
Yet, now he sees the consequences to it. At the time, he thought by pushing you away was the best decision to keep you two from falling deeper, perhaps maybe for himself. The idea of caring for someone, let alone anyone knowing what he does, as well as knowing your enemies would want your head as much as his. There was that deep underlying fear, that even if he did all he could to protect you on the field it wouldn’t be enough.
Yet, he never imagined that not only would his feelings for you jeopardize both your bonds to one another, as he can clearly see you’re on the fence with him. Justifyingly so considering the last words he said to you. This was different though now, the two of you made a risk in indulging in each others physical needs and it now reeks the consequences.
His eyes once again land on your belly, it was almost laughable. He was always about never making friends or keeping those close. Hell, even the old man Price was more safer than him, had no family or loved ones who would be endangered. If anything he least expected Soap to be the one to slip up, yet, as fate would have it, he was the one. Well least he was presuming.
The timing, your sudden departure, and the fact he would’ve been the only possible father because your ex hadn’t touch you long before the break up and you weren’t the type to sleep around. Of course that time was a spur of the moment but obviously it has become now a bigger problem than imaginable. “I need to know y/n…am I the father ?”
Your POV
Straight to the point. God is this man not ever so blunt ? You can tell by the way his eyes raked your form, he was probably already conducting the time frame. Which you too wouldn’t even question. You and your ex hadn’t had intercourse in nearly two years and you were always on missions so it was impossible to go out and find a partner to get laid with. Not to mention he knew as well as you did the timing was on the dot. There had to be no doubt, especially…as your eyes glare daggers at his inhumanly godly body.
The man was a beast in carnation, he was heavenly favored by the gods especially no doubt Ares God of war. The fact he could probably pull off the Greek god for his stoic personality, amazing physique and great ability on the battle field. Hell, you would believe he was the carnation himself…but back to the point…your child was big. Which he was unfortunately obviously getting from his biological father.
You huff annoyed at the thought which made Ghost somewhat confused but you simply wave it off and respond “I think you and I both know damn well the answer to that.” You were staring daggers at him now. To be fair yes, you were being petty because well how dare he shows up as if you two are on good terms after his words to you. And why the hell does he even care if you’re carrying his child or not. “Look Ghost, just cut to the chase...” Your eyes squint at him, daring to look in his eyes which were of course ever so studying you. Like a predator eyeing his prey, god did this man ever not be in hunt mode. “I think I can say, as well as I know you to an extent, you…respectfully don’t give a flying fuck if this child is yours or not.” Your eyebrows slightly crease into a frown “Yes. It’s a 99.99 perfect chance this child is yours just by timing alone and size.” Again another huff as you move your hand to your hips “For months Ghost I’ve managed on my own. You don’t need to be here. I don’t need your pity. Or protection.” You glare at him, the incident with Michael still fresh in your mind.
This obviously doesn’t sit will with him as he deeply grumbles “Didn’t seem that way.” You were mad now. “I never needed YOUR protection. I am PERFECTLY capable of handling my own. Now you made it worse than it needed to be.” All this built up emotions from the night Ghost pushed you away, to making the decision to leave the taskforce and have to write out the resignation form, to going through your pregnancy progress on your own (well not entirely your mother and uncle have been supportive but still) “God did you even think about what you may have caused now ? I could get in trouble, or god forbid threatened.”
You huff in exasperation, it was only fueling you that he wasn’t so much as reacting just simply glaring. “And I really don’t appreciate you acting like you’re MY child’s father whe-“… and then all hell broke loose. Ghost’s voice became much deeper and rough sounding, “The fuck you mean I ain’t the kids father ? I think it’s fuckin’ bloody obvious as you said.” He was squaring his shoulders, a stance he often took when making his enemies tremble and it sure as hell wasn’t going to fly with you. “You don’t want anything to do with me. What makes you think I’d let you go anywhere ne-“ His eyes angry, they were blazing, in fact you almost thought they were red. But there was something else…something like desperation…“I always wanted you Hera.” He huffs in exasperation. But you were simply shell shocked. Blinking.
Ghost’s POV
God it was getting out of hand, he couldn’t get anything through to her, so he had to say it. “Y/n…you are not a burden…” he sighs a bit then looks away from your eyes, he couldn’t handle it. The way you looked at him so he focused his eyes on your youthful pictures “I said that cause I couldn’t stay focused…you plagued my mind and judgement.” Deep down he never wanted to admit this, you had brought out the weakness in him and it made him feel exposed. As if his shell cracked ever such a minor chip and now he felt all his enemies could target him there.
“You became a light to my shadow Hera…you are the embodiment of the goddess…” he huffs to himself, since when was he poetic of cheesy Fuckin’ ‘ell, now I’m far gone. “Every night I wonder where you went. I regretted those words…I don’t except your forgiveness. I can’t even promise you anything that you deserve. But…I do want to be better. ”
Your eyes bore into him as you take in his words. He knew it was a lot for you to consider but he waited for your response. In all his years, being in the field he sometimes felt a pit of anxiety, mostly with anticipation for what could happen on the field. Fighting always heightened your senses, always being alert, ready to take action, prepared for plans to change or fail everything.
In the matter of few minutes of absolute silence his mind ran through every possible outcome that could happen between you two. You could continue to lash at him and tell him off. Perhaps even threaten to never allow him to show himself in your presence or your son’s. Or perhaps he expects you to admit that he perhaps isn’t the father, however that’s a slim possibility however his mind was still prepared for the worst yet, he hoped…you’d forgive him for his wrong, and allow him the chance to be there for you in any way you allowed him. It felt like an eternity had gone by, but he noticed your lips begin to part, letting out a shaky sigh
“Fine…” you say softly.
His eyes widen a bit, fine means yes doesn’t it ? She’s agreeing ? To what ? Why was his mind so scrambled, god you made him lose his train of thought but he was grateful you agreed. “However…” ah, of course a catch, he had anticipated something along those lines but was unsure how you were going to do such. He watched you intently, trying to read your body for any sort of hint as he waited,
“You were the one to say trusting those you love will get you killed right…I want to trust you Ghost. But I need time to gain that again.” You say softly, obviously remembering when he said words similar to such…
Of course you’d use his words against him. He always used that for his reason to not get attached to teammates, yet look how far that has got him. But he simply nodded his head agreeing to this. He knew he betrayed your trust, and he knew he’d have to work to gain it back again. Although…
“Fair enough…I also may have a upcoming mission.” He knew you’d understand it was inevitable if a lead shows up with an opportunity he and the task force have to take it. He just hopes he’ll have time to prove himself though.
He watches as you nod your head slowly “Yes of course…I don’t expect you to be here all the time.” You sigh softly, he knew you were just saying that to put him at ease and of course you understand, you were once apart of the taskforce so you know when a mission comes up you leave everything. This was why, most the members of the taskforce never seek relationships or commitments to having a family. It was too dangerous not just because of enemies but the fact the person or people they love would be left wondering if they’ll return or not.
However, he knew you were tough, but as your pregnant state, you were a bit more delicate. You were to be a mother, every choice you make would effect your child’s lively hood. Who you chose to be around or whether or not to keep him around. Yet, even knowing what he may put you and your child through, you still were willing to give him a chance. A life he never thought obtainable or worthy of having.
Even though he knew how much making up he had to do. He didn’t care. Just the fact you were giving him this chance was enough…he just wished he could share this moment with his family. Deep down he certainly vowed…to his son that he won’t let anything happen to him or especially you.
Your POV
Insane ? Maybe, just maybe. This probably wasn’t the best case scenario for you or your child especially knowing Ghost’s lifestyle and well dangers of being close. A part of you worried he’ll create major distancing or worse send you off the grid. But you just had to steer him from that path, perhaps it’ll be good for both of you to take a chance. However the nagging thought of asking him if he considers leaving the taskforce one day, was tempting to question but you knew better. It was his world. His family. You never would dare take it from him. But you also were worried what that would entail for you and your child. But guess that’s a thought for another day.
Just when you were about to question him about the mission, since you so missed the action and the deep curiosity of how much he’d willingly tell, unfortunately was postponed. The front door opened and immediately Ghost stood at ready as if reaching for something.
Immediately you knew. Quickly you let your voice be used “Ghost w-” but boy did that man have reflexes as you held your breath, watching the knife fly in action and launch to the opening door, but landing instead right next to the side of the door where the figure head nearly stuck out. Which happened to reveal you most shocked, Uncle Daryls head.
His eyes looked at the embedded knife in the wall processing, then almost as if reaching for something himself you step in front of Ghost hands outstretched “Uncle stop ! He’s with me !” you panicked of course you could feel Ghost’s aura, he definitely was NOT happy you put yourself between him and the unknown intruder.
However as you gave a quick glance to Ghost, you could tell the gears in his head turning. He seemed to relax realizing you happened to know the person walking through your door. Rolling your eyes, you swear that’s definitely going to be something you talk to him about before this baby is born. The idea he has weapons on himself with the possibility of accidently making your child get poked by one of those blades did not sit well with you. Your uncle once composed pulled out the knife from the wall, swinging it in his hand impressively “You got nerves garçon (boy) .” His eyes glaring at Ghost yet for once Ghost eyes seemed at ease.
Your Uncle approaches you eyeing between you and Ghost. Before handing out the knife past your shoulder “I can see how you became an SAS…très impressionnant (very impressive)” He mumbles the last words flipping the knife for Ghost to take at the hilt, which Ghost nodded in return.
Sheepishly you acknowledge your uncle smiling softly as he takes in your features “Hé, petite lumière (Hey,lil light). Didn’t know you had…guest.” He studies Ghost once more, obviously still on edge with the masked man who loomed behind you “Yes…my apologies. Ghost…this is my Uncle Daryl. He was commander in the air force at his time. Uncle Daryl, Ghost.”
As you slightly stepped aside, you gave your uncle the knowing eye look, one he could read immediately. His eyes shift to your belly than to Ghost. He figured it out. Nodding his head outstretching his hand “Ah…explains a lot. Pleasure to meet you son.” Thankfully, Ghost reluctantly returned the gesture, ‘Shocking. The man didn’t glance at you when you first joined the taskforce, yes the minute he meets your uncle he’s all friendly..’ “Sir. ‘pologies for nearly ‘itting you.”
He puts the knife back into a holster in the back of his hoodie. Rolling his shoulders almost his way of releasing the tension as your uncle waved him off. “Nonsense…I’m glad to know y/n was always in good hands. You have my gratitude. Your rank ?” he cocks his head curiously. “Lieutenant, sir.” Ghost didn’t seem bothered in indulging in your uncle’s curiosity, you thought maybe it was his way of showing you he’s willing to know your family to be apart of your son’s life. But of course you knew that’s his only reason.
Sighing softly “What brings you here anyways Uncle, I thought you weren’t coming until next week ?” you ask curiously your hands on the back of your hips, it was kind of aching standing for so long especially from the weight. Your Uncle shifts his gaze away from Ghost, he must think he’s impressive and wants to pick him apart already. “Ah, your mother wanted me to swing by and check on you. Your neighbors called her...” His eyes squinted seriously. You knew he knew. Word travels fast it seems, maybe your neighbors saw you entering your home with Ghost and thought he was a robber or something. Or had they seen the whole alterations between Michael and Ghost. Your uncle looks to Ghost once more “I take you’re the one who made that asshole cry like a girl ?” you blink. Then again. “Huh ?” you were taken back, because, your Uncle was undeniably trying to hide a smirk that he was trying to keep in a firm line across his lips…Was your Uncle relieved ?
Ghost’s POV
Honestly Ghost didn’t think perhaps your mother or uncle would come walking through the door. It was instinctive action to launch his weapon at an unexpected visitor. Yet, his intention anyways was only to send a warning in case it was Michael coming back to harm you. However, he was relieved it was your Uncle and not your mother. Even though wasn’t the best way of meeting, he could tell your uncle was not only impressed but almost grateful knowing you were on his team. He couldn’t help but feel his lips tug into a smirk at the reminder of the man crying in pain and running off. But it also made him frown to question…just how long has that man been harassing you ? Your uncle once again spoke “You smoke Ghost ?” he notices you face scrunch up in disgust, one he couldn’t help but want to chuckle to yet refrained from such as he looks back at Daryl “A bit sir.” Your uncle nods his head before jabbing his thumb in your direction “Well, best keep your distance from this bloody hound. Her nose becomes sensitive,” you were flustered yet your brows twisted into a frown “Its not m-” Yet, your uncle waves you off then looks at him “Come smoke and walk with me Ghost.”
This obviously made you concerned as you eyes between your uncle and himself. He knew what that entailed, your Uncle wanted to figure him out himself. Couldn’t blame the man, he hears you nearly been harassed and then happen to have a man in your home who practically almost killed him. He had good reasons. Ghost nods his head, taking one last glance at you, who seemed to be nervous about the two of them interacting privately yet you kept your mouth shut. Ghost gave you a comforting look, slightly relaxing his eyes, almost to let you know it’ll be alright, one you obviously read and gave a subtle nod. You watched as him and your uncle went out the front door.
As Ghost and Daryl walked from the front door, after securing it, and hearing the door latch lock ‘Good. She’s locked in.’ Daryl simply walked to the end of the driveway as Ghost absentmindedly followed him. He didn’t know where the man was leading him as they walked down the sidewalk but Ghost continued to follow. He didn’t know what to expect honestly. Considering the man was once a commander perhaps he was going to be getting a talking to. They walked a good distance, as they made their way to a clearing where a bench overlooked a pond with ducks swimming in the water. The man finally went to sit down on the bench letting out a sigh and digging into his pocket pulling out his packet of cigars as he mumbled “Since she’s been pregnant best to smoke far away. Learned the hard way from when my sister was pregnant with y/n.” he pulls up his lighter with the cigarette in his mouth held between two fingers, yet Ghost stood still. He stayed standing under the tree, that provided a shadow cast over the bench from the glaring sun, his back leaning against the wide trunk as he simply stayed silent waiting for the man to speak his mind. “I presume you two talked hm ?” he says after letting out a drag, the smoke getting taken away from the cool autumn air once more as the man watches it fade into nothing. Ghost simply looks at him but says lowly “Yes sir.” The man chuckles “No need for formalities. You can just call me Daryl son.” He takes another drag of his smoke eyes focused on the scene before him, Ghost stayed silent. He didn’t know what the man was leading into.
“You know…y/n is like a daughter I never imagined having.” He finally breaks the silence. As he takes another drag from his cigarette, puffing out the air slowly watching it mist away into nothing “Did she ever tell you about her father ?” he side glances to Ghost’s direction with which he shakes his head, “No.” he frowns a bit. He had wondered what happened to your father, in fact, it was one thing he was always surprised never hearing about it. “Hmph, for good reason…her father was an fuckin dick. Used to beat up my sister whenever he was drunk.” He took an even longer drag, Ghost’s eyes observing him, he can see how this topic angered him “And Everytime…I would get a call from y/n…begging to come back and save them both.” His eyes look to the pond “As you can imagine…it’s rather…difficult being in the military…” his eyes sadden.
Ghost knew what he was going to say. He didn’t need to hear because he could already conclude… “I couldn’t come back to save them both. Too busy fuckin fighting across the world…which is why I retired early”he looks to Ghost, with which Ghost was surprised to hear this as be blinked a bit, his mind questioning his reasons for sharing this…however Daryl spoke again… “I understand your lifestyle…however you have to understand my concerns if you’re always away doing missions and y/n is on her own raising your kid.” Your uncle sides eye Ghost, as he studies him.
Ghost understands the gravity of his words and knew what he was asking of him. Was he willing to take on the role of being a father ? Honestly the idea still made him, scared. It was an uncomfortable feeling. He never imagined his weakness would be having a child, yet his past trauma always served as a reminder why he stayed on the path of solitude. He feared he’d be no better than his father…even though deep down he never would dare lay a hand on his son let alone you. Yet, what if he lost his temper one day ?
Maybe he was dwelling too much into it, but he truly almost considered it being best the child never knows of existence but he’d willingly provide for his necessities…yet Daryl drew him out of his mind “If you think keeping your distance would do the kid good, you’d be mistaken.” Ghost eyes dart in the man’s direction…he read him. That easily?! “I get it. It’s a big pill to swallow…but running won’t make the kid go away. And quite frankly inevitably that kid gonna want both his parents working together to provide him a life he deserves, that neither of his parents had.” He huffs out a puff of smoke “I can’t imagine what you went through…but can take a few guesses…” with which they both locked eyes studying one another. Ghost waited for him to proceed… “You will become the father you need to be. Don’t think too much into it.” His eyes cast away, as Ghost took in his words, then mumbles softly “What if I can’t ?”
Ghost crosses his arms tightly gripping his biceps while staring off into the distance, he couldn’t help but feel doubtful. His trust in others and himself were slim to none…
Daryl stood up approaching him, the pats him on the shoulder “Well, I can’t tell you the future but I know this. You will do better. Both of you will. In the end…you both want the same.” He glances at the masked man, which Ghost returns the gaze “Safety…that’s all a kid wants and needs. Shouldn’t be too hard you did well for my niece. I’m sure you’ll do the same for your son.” He taps him on the shoulder then begins heading back to the complex.
Ghost took a few extra minutes to process Daryls words. It was true. He’d protect you with his life and especially for your son’s sake. A part of him already wanted to protect his unborn child. And Daryl was right, he’d give anything and everything for his son to not go through the same thing as he did or what you went through. No…he refuse to allow that.
Walking back to the complex your uncle was giving you a hug and kiss on your cheek. Obviously saying his goodbyes and about to leave. He watches as you smile brightly and return the gesture. Civilian life, suited you. Especially soon to be motherhood, with your growing belly, your s/c, and h/t yet messy hair done up in a bun. There was no denying you were attractive when you were lean and fighting on the field or on the sparring mat. Yet, Ghost never felt more attracted to you then now, seeing you as the mother to his child.
Sure he still doubted his ability but he sure as hell was going to try to give his all as a dad. He walks up. Both you and Daryl notice his presence as Daryl shakes Ghost’s hand. “Take care of her son.” Ghost firmly shakes his hand back “With my life sir.” He nods his head, as Daryl smirks looking back at you “Aye, mi lumière he’s a keeper.” He chuckles seeing your cheeks tint a shade of pink as he makes his way to his car getting in and starting the ignition. Both you and Ghost watch him drive off as Ghost takes a glance at you, his eyes widen seeing your wife eyes looking up at him.
Your POV
Seeing for one, both your Uncle and Ghost still in one piece made you feel relieved they had gotten along. Yet your uncle seemed rather eager to take his leave as he tells you to let him know if you need anything and to of course take care of yourself. Watching your Uncle and Ghost shake hands brought a quirk in your brow, they had some sort of mutual nodding expression. Like no words needed to be said as they read each others minds. ‘Since when do they talk telepathically’ you roll your eyes to yourself. Ghost eventually moves to your side as both of you watch your uncle drive off. It was then you broke the silence… “What did you two talk about ?” your curiosity got the best of you as you turned to look at Ghost fully.
He remained unfazed by your question, side glancing you, as if looking down at you he had to crane his neck slightly more just to look at you. ‘The gulls of this man’s genes for being so tall and huge. I swear if this boy ends up of a paste of him, I’ll strangle this man in his sleep.’ Waiting, it felt like it took an eternity until he spoke “Just promised I’ll do all I can for you.” This surprised you. You were taken back. Ghost wanted to look after you ? You seem stunned as he took in your features regaining your composure “You don’t have to you know…I don’t have any intentions of tying you down, I wouldn’t even care if you-”his eyes slitted sharply as he glared down at you with such eyes.
Angry wasn’t exactly the word for his eyes…it wasn’t disgust. There was no word for it.. “Never EVER think that y/n.” he says deeply. It made you gulp slowly looking at him. Now it wasn’t that you were scared of him for your safety, no, you trusted him with your life, it was the fact he showed genuine fear. This man was a stone cold, one kind of expression man. The idea of seeing him fearful at all, was almost disturbing. “I- o-okay…” you didn’t know what to say, as you began rubbing your thumb in circles over your stomach, but a sudden shock wave jolted up your arm as you met his eyes again. “I mean it y/n. I’m not letting you do this alone.”
If you thought you were once an emotional wreck, you couldn’t stop the tears from dropping even if you tried. Deep down you wanted to blame your hormones for such, but honestly. Even if you weren’t his words would still impact you. Ghost was a man true to his word. He’d rather die than break his word, it was why it meant a lot to you. He was willing to stick by you through this pregnancy and take a chance with raising his kid. It warmed your heart knowing, you got lucky to have someone willing to be there.
You knew Ghost and You could relate on a level of not having those you trusted be there for you. The fact you two were going to try was enough for you. You smile gently at him, as he just looks at you “Thank you Ghost.”
Ghost’s POV
After considering your uncle’s words and knowing that all you wanted was stability for your soon to be son. You wanted to give him the life at least knowing him so that he felt complete. Ghost knew he couldn’t provide or become the man you probably needed right now or even when your kid grows older. But he was willing to try and be better. He knew deep down he wouldn’t harm you. In fact it made him feel more determined to do better for you. Which is why, when you looked at him with appreciation after he comforted you with the words you truly needed to hear. He then blurted out “Simon.”
Your face seem to twist in confusion we if unsure what that name has any relevance to this conversation. He couldn’t help but smirk at your confused face. How he just adored you, it scared him how much he was willing to go far with you. But he wanted to take that step. He then says once more to clarify, “Call me by my name.” his eyes bore into you waiting to see your next reaction as your lips seem tempted to say the name out loud, to try it. Which he so desperately wanted to hear from your lips. He gives an assuring nod with which you speak softly… “Simon.”
That did it for him, his heart began hammering hard to his chest it felt almost painful. He wouldn’t even be surprised if you could see how hard his heart was beating in his chest but he tried to remain stoic and unfazed. But God how easy you made him react let alone his body. No, even his mind. You had bewitched him in all aspects and he had no way of breaking this spell that you have him bound by. But he didn’t care it was worth it. He knew his choice was the right one and he was willing to go the lengths with you. Whatever it takes. But of course…with you…you’re like Soap and Gaz. “Now…about you throwing knives at my family. That’s got to change.” You give him the most wicked smirk as he couldn’t help but give a low chuckle.
“I take there will be ground rules eh ?” you smile at him nodding your head, the way your hair bounced with your movement, you really had him entranced. “Yup. If you want to be a part of your son’s life-” my son…you admitted it. It flowed out of your mouth so easily. Yet they were words he was still having to process and accept. He refocused on your words… “We need to clear things up and discuss things to agree on. Okay ?” he simply nods his head. Looking at you. Then you smile subtly then nod your head to encourage him to follow you, which he does immediately.
Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad…maybe there was no accident. He remembers Price words from long ago… “Everyone deserves a life Simon. You’ll find yours.”….they were once words he scoffed at but now…looking at you, and the growing baby inside you…he started to believe that maybe he did deserve this.
Summary: You called your friend Gaz, and want to catch up with him and obviously explain your absence, maybe even hear how the other members of the taskforce are doing. You miss them, but you're adjusting to the life of being pregnant...it's just the weight of your child (besides heaviness) father lingers in the back of your mind...how will you ever tell Ghost ?
Expectations: Mentions of SA, Assault, Cursing, Victimizing, Narcissistic behavior, manipulation, Stalking, Smoking, Drinking, etc..(Let me know if I miss anything)
Call Sign: Hera or Lil Light
Word Count : 4.3k (Sorry it's short gotta keep a good cliffhanger)
A03 Version
Your Home at 10:00 AM
Gaz now stands in front of your door, he had showered, dressed in his civilian clothes and ran to grab your favorite pastry; scones. He wasn’t sure what to expect behind the door, in fact he was terrified, he was scared to see your light diminishing due to depression or maybe an illness. It was something he always loved about you. You lit up the room. It was something Soap and him always brought up how it seemed to brighten whenever you enter. You left a hole in the taskforce and everyone knew it. Reluctantly he raised his fist and gently knocked on the door. Shifting his weight on his feet, he took in the smells from outside, it was a cozy complex for sure. You obviously made more money than him. He then heard the doorknob began to rattle snapping his attention to the door where he saw YOU standing there.
He must’ve been holding his breath, because when he release the cool air of the fall autumn took it away. There you were standing with the door cracked peeking your head out. You haven’t changed. The smile adorning your face made him want to melt, you still were just as bright from the last time he saw you. Yet you looked different…almost mature different. You were wearing a black button accent, with long sleeve. It looked almost like a dress but stopped short of your thighs, where it was covered by some jeans that snug nicely. And a cute black slip on van shoes. Seeing you in civilian clothes was different, however, it suited you. You hair was done up in a messy bun, with strands coming down the sides of your forehead and cheek. You were still stunning.
“Gaz !” you say softly yet excited. “Hey doll, wow so this where you been hiding. You’re not even far from our base !” he huffs in disbelief, to think it probably wouldn’t have taken long to run into you from the base yet here you were. When you opened the door wider you encouraged him to come in which he did. For the life of him he couldn’t see what could possibly be wrong with you to resign from the taskforce, you seemed perfectly healthy and well normal, so why ? “Gaz is that…” he stood there confused as he waited for you to finish your sentence. “Is that scones I smell ? “ your eyes widen with glee, as he then remembers he collected you some that were in his arms. He chuckles “Yeah, I come bearing gifts.” You laugh softly encouraging him in “Come in” he steps through the door as you take the scones from him, walking into the kitchen. Your place is definitely more cozier than he anticipated, it also seemed well….tidy. But something else about it that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Stepping into the living room, the couch was facing where the tv was, with a fire place in the corner that was lit, it kept the room warm even though the house itself seemed well insulated. There were pictures of you adorning the mantle over the fireplace, with a women, your mother from the looks of it. She looked like you. You shouted from the kitchen “Earl grey tea I take ? “ he responds back loud enough for you to hear, “You remember well y/n” he laughs softly taking in the room. Before hearing your steps walk back into the room. You outstretch your hand to give his cup, which he takes. After which you began to sit down onto the couch, a bit carefully too he noticed. Odd. Seemed like you were physically struggling to sit, yet walked fine. “Come sit Gaz, I can see questions running through your forehead” you snort at this then began blowing into your cup, with the steam blowing in front of your face. He chuckles at that. “Quit bloody reading me yeah ?” he takes his seat on the other end of the couch from you holding the cup.
Your POV
For a while the silence and the acknowledging each other’s presence was nice. It was hard to believe he was in your living room. You missed him. You missed all the lads of 141. Yet you knew he had questions especially your reason for disappearing. You set your cup down, onto the coffee table that was a bit more pushed away than needed “I know you’re wondering why I resigned…and why I didn’t say goodbye.” You say this with your gaze away from him, your knees tucked under you as you had your elbow on the back of the couch, your hand holding your head.
Sleeping has become a bit of a challenge for your but obviously Gaz was unaware of your current predicament. You purposely picked this top to hide your bump, not in shame, okay maybe a little but not the reason of choice. No just to not rush to the topic immediately when you greeted him at the door. He seems to look at you from the side where he was seated on the couch, almost seeming to be curious what the answer is. You sigh softly, here goes nothing… “I left because I found out I was pregnant Gaz.” His eye blow wide open nearly sputtering his tea, but instead chokes it down as you pat him on the back. He waves his hand vigorously almost ensuring you he’s fine. When he clears his throat after his heaving stopped, “You wha’” his eyes immediately follow where your hand placement moves to. You show the curve of your bump. Your black top hid it perfectly, that smoothing it down more only made the bump more pronounced.
Gaz POV
The moment you smoothed down your top, his eyes went wide. You had a protruding belly and how the hell did he not notice it. You barely changed. But that explains a LOT. The place was so tidy and everything seemed harmless. It was because the place was practically baby proofed. The edges of the tables were rounded. The fireplace had a gate pushed away so no toddler could touch the heated grates. Everything was made safe for a baby to be welcomed into the place. Also the soft carpets adorning the living room, dining, and he’s certain other places of the home were made to ensure the baby wouldn’t crawl on hard wooded flooring. Every little detail Gaz began to understand why the place was done such. His mind was now settling with this revelation but now “I see now…well, wow congratulations.” He laughs out softly leaning forward hugging you gently, making sure to avoid your bump and not squeeze you hard. “Thank you Gaz…it’s something. Adjusting to sleeping is harder than I thought. No one warned me about the need to use the lute more though.” You laugh a bit now rubbing your stomach in a soothing habit. He watches you intently, you seemed happy with this so it made him happy for you but “Whose the dad ? If you resigned then…does that mean it was someone from base?” He cocks his brow at you, which you were blushing heavily biting your lip “Oh yeah..that so happens to be…Lieutenant Ghost..”Your eyes avoid his when you mumbled the last words lowly and quickly through gritted teeth. Yet, Gaz was frowning trying to figure out if he heard you right. “Um..I’m sorry did you just say Lt ?” he surely heard you wrong…surely ? But you seemed to play with your hair now shifting a bit in your spot as his eyes shot wide “Lt ?! The Ghost ?!” You blush more “Shout a little louder would you…I don’t think he heard you from the base” you snort as Gaz looks at you directly. “Bloody hell Hera…” he shakes his head “I don’t even want to know when and where but damn…” he huffs looking at you “Does he know ?” tilting his head leaning forward with his elbows on his knees “Mmm…no…” Wow…he was stunned. He was expecting anyone anyone…but the Lieutenant ? Why didn’t you tell the Lt, about his soon to be kid ? Why did you leave without an explanation or bye ? More questions seem to run through his mind but seeing you rub your belly tenderly, you seemed content “Well…wow…you ever plan to tell him ?” you keep stroking your stomach, he was beginning to catch on that it was to calm you not the baby as you sigh softly before answering “I do…just I don’t know how to go about it you know ? It’s scary...we are talking about Ghost here.” Gaz nods his head slowly. Well he found it more hard to believe you even slept with him since you're heavily pregnant so obviously he must’ve been gentle enough unless…”He didn’t…um...” your eyes widen shaking your head “Oh gods no ! Ghost and I…well we both consented. Just didn’t plan this.” You point at your stomach indicating this wasn’t a part of it as he nods his head. He decided this topic wasn’t going to make it better and decided to change the subject. “Do you knoew if it’s a girl or boy yet ?” you seem to be grateful for the change in subject smiling softly “Yeah…it’s a boy.” Your eyes seem to soften, seems like the idea of a little boy running around melted you. He was happy for you. “Wow…a little Ghost. So if he doesn’t get your looks I’ll know what Ghost looks like.” He smirks at his joke as you playfully punch him in the arm, laughing. “Oh shut up !” the two of you seem to drift into more lighter topics.
Gaz enjoyed hearing about your ultrasound visits, your lifestyle, and excitement to be a mom. You even gave him a picture of the recent ultrasound that was the day it confirmed your son’s gender. Even now the baby was in almost full form, it was amazing to think you would be birthing a little bundle into this earth and you were leaving the harsh lifestyle of the dark world. It was always something you guys would talk about whether you all would ever have a life outside the military or even settle down and start a family. Looking at Price it seemed like they all would be going down that road of never ending fighting. But seeing you, actually living a mundane life. He envied you, yet he wasn’t ready to stop fighting. There was much to get done and with the Intel his team were gathering he sure as hell wasn’t ready to stop fighting.
Eventually it became late, he needed to get back to base, which you understood, you had made him a hearty meal and the two of you simply enjoyed catching up. Of course you didn’t pry into his mission only asking about his improvements and asking about everyone else. Yet even as he stands outside your door you give him one final hug as he smiles “Keep in contact aight ? No going off the radar doll. I want to see my godson too” He laughs softly as you smile at him “Got yourself a deal Kyle. Be safe out there. Keep fighting the good fight.” You nod your head at him as he smiles “Yes ma’am” with that he makes his way to his car, getting in and driving off. Except what you didn’t know was Gaz was going back to the old base where he knew Soap would be returning as well as Price. He had already sent messages to both Soap and Price wondering if they were headed to base which they both replied yes, to which Gaz was going to share the news of you to them. And hopefully find Ghost too.
Pulling up into based, and getting approved after showing his ID, Gaz parks his car in the garage getting out as he makes his way to the lounge room. It’s been a while since he been here but he was happy to be reuniting with the gang. As he glances down at his phone that was buzzing in his pocket he wasn’t aware of anyone until he heard a loud familiar Scottish voice “Aye ! Gaz ! You bloody arse the fuck you been lad ?” He was striding towards him as Gaz snorts. They bump fists then clasping and bringing it into the chest to pat each other’s back. “Good seeing you too mate. Price here ?” With that he hears the all so familiar Liverpool accent echo through the garage “Was wondering when you turn up son.” Gaz smiles as Soap steps back, with Price taking out his hand to shake “Good seeing you too Cap, glad the gangs all here.” He pats his shoulder as the three men make their way to the lounge.
Once they settle Gaz, Soap, and Price had been drinking already, Ghost hadn't shown up yet. The three were already catching up by the time Ghost show up, with that Gaz and Soap were already drunk with Price taking slower sips from his bourbon. Ghost takes in the sight of the gang all together simply silently seating himself into a chair, sitting down with his arms crossed listening to both of them ramble through a drunken state. However, things seem to escalate quickly when Gaz speaks loudly “Oh yeah ! I saw Hera today !” he smiles giddily. With that the room becomes deadly silent. Price seems surprised by this, Soap is utterly shocked, and Ghost well, he was just as both but did better at hiding it. Remaining unmoved as Soap spoke up “What ?! Bonnie alive ?! Why wasn’t invited ! How is the lass ?” he seemed eager to know setting his bottle of beer down to hear. Price simply takes a drag from one of his cigars listening intently “She’s good. She actually the one to reach out to me and invite me over. Her place is cozy.” He smiles proudly, obviously in his drunken state to admit he seen your home.
Ghost POV
This makes Ghost squint his eyes hearing that Gaz was able to know where you live. When he gets the chance he plans to get the address from him soon. He wants to know where you are. Maybe convince you to return. Yet, Gaz continues, “Oh yeah, and she’s expecting soon! Almost forgot. She sent me home with the ultrasound of my godson.” Ghost head nearly whips in his direction, as he happened to have been looking elsewhere for a brief moment before hearing this revelation. His eyes nearly widen by this news. The first time he breaks the silence “What.” He sounded angry which made everyone look in his direction but he remained neutral not daring to show his anger. Yet, he couldn’t help but notice a hint of Price’s features shift. Gaz continues as he fumbles into his pocket pulling out the picture handling it to Soap who sat closest to him “Oh shit ! Look at that bugger ! Wow didn’t think she’d settle down. How far along is she anyways ?” You’re pregnant…so…did that mean you resigned to live a more mundane life ? No impossible you wouldn’t have been allowed to knowing about an upcoming mission. Yet, still no one would’ve approved of your resignation without a medical reason so did that mean…Gaz spoke up once again, with Price walking over to glance at the pictures. “Well…not exactly settle down but yeah ! She’s 21 weeks so far ! She’s excited…” that’s when any other words coming out of Gaz’s mouth were dulled out.
That long…that’s how long you nearly left the base…did that mean ? No…impossible. You said you were on the pill. Fuckin’ ‘ell I need a smoke… with that Ghost abruptly stood up walking out of the lounge Soap and Gaz were too busy looking at the pictures in the moment, yet Price noticed. He took the moment to leave after Ghost knowing exactly where he’d be going as he left the two on the couch. Making his way down the hall Price went up to the roof where he knew Ghost would be, of course smoking a cigarette. He didn’t care Price followed him. He knew it was him, he gotten accustomed to everyone’s footfalls so hearing his didn’t surprise him. Ghost was leaning against the railing silently smoking, taking slow drags from his cigarette as Price did the same with his cigar. He then broke the silence but Ghost didn’t dare to seem bothered. “So…how are you holding up Simon ?” he grumbles at the use of his name stealing a glare in Price’s direction. “I figured.” He says with a heavy sigh puffing out from the drag as Ghost continued to do the same. The men stood silent continuing to drag on their cigars, until Price once again spoke “I know you’re wondering why she resigned…and Ill be honest-” he sighs again rubbing the back of his neck making it crack “I played a hand in the idea…however I wasn’t aware she would do it so soon. I didn’t sign the approval though. I know you been questioning that.” Which was true. Ghost did. It was either himself, Price or…”Laswell…she signed it off. Found out after she left of course. She wanted to make it as discreet as possible.” He huffs a bit with Ghost standing still, only listening but flicking at the end of the cigarette “Did you know ?” he says lowly not daring to look in Price’s direction, a part of him already knew the answer yet he wanted to hear it. “Mmm. She made me swear I not tell until she was ready to share.” Of course…why would you share with him ? He disrespected you and made you feel pain. God, you were pregnant then too, you probably was emotional. Fuck…now things were adding up. How tired you were, sickness, fainting, everything…yet Price once more snapped him out of his mind as he slipped him a paper holding it out to him to take. Which he did looking at it, which made him freeze…it was your address and phone number. “Call her…you two obviously have lot to catch up on. And quite honestly I know about your little scolding to her.” This made Ghost flinch…all this time he knew… “I don’t think she’s mad at you Simon…but you two need to patch it up so you can get your head in the game for the upcoming mission.”
With those words…Price puts out his cigar, that seemed to have had enough and walks away. Ghost looks at the slip of paper for the longest time. Should he call you ? Should he go to your house ? No…you’d probably freak out if he stood at your door. Would your boyfriend answer instead of you ? Fuck..he hated that idea. Did you know who the baby’s father is ? He stomped his cigarette out putting the piece of paper into his jacket pocket before making his way to his bunker. He has a lot to consider…he just didn’t know how to go about it. Surely worse that would happen is you tell him off.
A Week Later
He finally gave in…his car parked down the street from your place. All this time you lived not entirely far from base. This whole time you left him in a turmoil of his mind wondering if you left because of him and quit because you thought you would never be good enough. Ghost came to you place every day since he found out. But every time he just sat in his car looking at your home that barely showed any life forms. He wondered if you were even there. Or maybe he got the wrong place. Well guess you wouldn’t do much moving being pregnant…and fuck the idea you’re pregnant. Gaz mentioned your mother and Uncle were taking care of you which set him mind a little relief especially cause he did a bit of digging himself finding out your uncle was in the air force. A commander no less. No father image though. Did he die perhaps ? Yet movement caught his attention, and his eyes widen.
It was you. You were in a beige fleece button top, long denim tights and slippers. Your hair was longer, more smoother in a tight ponytail. He probably wouldn’t have recognized you honestly, he’s so used to seeing you in military attire and always having your hair in a tight bun. So seeing you, relaxed was different. You make you way down the steps and that’s when he can see it…from the angle it’s not hard to miss. Your protruding belly, it’s not full but it’s definitely sign of growth. The baby from the ultrasound. When Gaz and Soap were passed out on the couch, he took the liberty to steal a glance at the photos, usually he wouldn’t care but since it was you, it was a part of you he couldn’t resist. Seeing your name and last name with the date and details of the fetus made the whole thing more reality.
You were walking down the steps grabbing the mail, as you were scanning each one carefully. He had already got himself out of the car, standing across the street behind a tree well hidden, he couldn’t resist. Was it wrong? Yes. Shamefully so,yet he honed his skills in stealth and hiding from enemies he had to do it in order to just see you. Yet, it was cut short as a man was jogging into your direction. He was a in a long tight sleeve top, with short pants, and running sneakers, From Ghost’s observation he was fit, not nearly as tall as him of course. Staning roughly at 5’11”. He had dark brownish hair with hints of red tint. He stops short in front of you and he could hear him call your name. You look in the man’s direction. Then…slowly appearing onto your face…you fucking smiled.
The fuck…who is that ? And to make it worse…when the man leaned in to hug, you hugged him back. There seemed to be a hint of awkwardness during the embrace which he couldn’t tell if due to your stomach or uncomfortableness with the man. Who the hell is that man ? Ghost was now clenching his fists, glaring daggers into the unknown man’s way. Just seeing the two fo you socializing made him furious. However that’s when things got worse. The man reached to gently touch you on the arm. Now Ghost had a keen eye and was exceptionally good at reading body language. You immediately were showing subtle signs of being uncomfortable, while you two were engaged in a conversation. Yet even when you shrugged your arm to rid the man’s hand from contact he wouldn’t bug off. Now Ghost was even more on edge, in most cases he would’ve trusted you to handle the situation, however, you’re now pregnant. Which definitely limits your once athletic quick abilities to fend for yourself. Even now he can see you start to pull away, you body moving back towards your home. For anyone, that’s a clear sign you’re uncomfortable and want to be left alone, but the man didn’t relent. This was now pissing Ghost off more.
You POV
When your neighbor Michael came running towards you, you immediately groaned inwardly. Apparently he was the kind of man who thinks all women would fall for him. Perhaps when you were naïve and not knocked up he might’ve seemed somewhat attractive, but boy was his ego annoying. You tried to remain pleasant through the interaction but now you were uncomfortable. He was too pushy. From hugging you, which you didn’t like, he reeked of sweat and made you want to throw up. You hated the close proximity, yet even when trying to withdraw yourself he didn’t care. He was too pushy. Asking to take you out and asking why someone like yourself was pregnant alone. It was creepy, he tried touching you more than once and even going as far to proclaim he’d never leave you if he knew he was the father. Maybe to some women they would’ve felt swooned over, but not to you. It was disgusting. You knew him, he had women coming in and out of his place constantly. The man dated women like the next best phone. He was definitely a red flag “Oh I can’t…sorry…sickness you know. Good chatting-” but oh now the minute you tried to walk back to your door he’s grabbing your arm standing in front of you, as if blocking your way to heading back into your home.
“Woah, you’re making it seem like I’m a bad guy ?! What’s the rush…I’m just offering you a good time.” He seemed more agitated and you were getting nervous with annoyed. “I told you…I’m not interested I-” he huffs “What is it going to take you to accept ?” He was a man who can’t handle rejection. The idea that you were rejecting him obviously made him more furious and was damaging his ego. You spoke through gritted teeth, yet tried to remain composed, “Nothing…now please let go of my arm. Now” Your eyes were blazing, you were pissed and uncomfortable. You were warning the man now. Yet what you didn’t expect was him to snap back “God you’re such a bitch. I’m just trying to be a decent man show you a good time…I get being pregnant makes you moody but damn y/n I just just wanted to show you a good time.” He glares at you, “You’re acting like I’m attacking you ! You’re overreacting !” now you were worried…but before you could say anything you saw Michael’s eyes shift to behind you, eyes widen, it was quick. His grip was roughly removed and you felt a warm looming figure behind you. But most of all, you heard a familiar deep angry British voice say roughly “Hands off” it spoke with authority, one you heard countless times through comms or when training. That’s when your eyes trailed up to look behind where you saw…
Summary : Hera has returned home, yet your absence has put a damper on the taskforce 141. Everyone is confused of your absence and it takes a lot of getting used to being a civilian now and being pregnant now.
Expectations: Confessions, Past Smut, Shooting, Cursing, Pregnancy, Reveals, Reconnecting, Smoking, Drinking, Assault, Google Translator etc.
Call-Sign: Hera or Lil Light
Word Count: 6.7k
A03 Version
Ghost’s POV
Quit ? You ? That almost seems impossible to believe. He composes himself once more looking at Price for any sign of misunderstanding. But who was he kidding, this sort of topic isn’t something Price would make up into the thin of air let alone joke about. He could tell this was taking a heavy toll on him, as if this was the last thing he would’ve expected. As he should, because he probably was unaware that it was due to him scolding her for making her quit. Least, that’s what he told himself. His eyes narrow seeing the paper before Price, it was your resignation form. You filled it out yesterday and gave it to him. He stood for the longest time processing, had his words been too harsh ? Should be have approached you yesterday and apologized for what he said to you. Yet, Price was the one to pull him from his thoughts… “I was hoping she wouldn’t go about it this way…unless you had a hand in the decision?” he cocks his brow at him waiting. But from the sound of it, why was he asking as if the two of you talked as if you both needed approval from another ? “Sir ?” he was confused, why would he make a decision for you ? Obviously this made Price eyes widen “She didn’t say or mention anything to you ?” he then narrows his eyes on Ghost, Ghost was just as confused as he cocked a brow, crossing his arms over his chest “Should I have been aware of a choice the Sargent had made on her own accord ?” Price huffs at that rubbing his forehead, something was eating at him… like he knew something that Ghost didn’t knows. However he seems to brush it under “Nevermind Simon…I thought you two may have discussed or something before she wrote in her resignation.” He sighs at this leaning back in his chair grabbing a cigar and his lighter. Stressed. This wasn’t at all what they were expecting from you. Out of everyone you were the most driven and dedicated to staying with the taskforce. You saw them as family, and felt accepted. Ghost couldn’t help but feel slightly, disappointed? When he said those words to you, he expected you to more prove him wrong…but guess you didn’t. Yet, why is it bothering him so much that you didn’t. He looks back at the Captain “Sir…was there something I should know" he asks curiously watching the Captains movement as he took a drag of his smoke yet eventually landing his eyes back on him. “Honestly, it’s not my place to say Simon. But, when the time is right, I’m sure you’ll get the answer.” He sighs heavily, Ghost could see traces of stress in his voice that the very idea they’ve lost another member would take a toll. And it would, being asked into this taskforce is no easy deal. You’d be a hard person to replace, and quite frankly it’s too soon for it.
Ghost takes his leave from Prices office, he lingers by the door for a moment processing his words and his own with you. This felt like horrible timing, he wished he knew where you live so he could snap some sense into you. Maybe Johnny or Gaz knows where you live ? Perhaps he should see how they’re handling the news if they know about it. Surely she would’ve said goodbye to her best friends ? Though it’s odd that she didn’t even give Price a chance to coax her otherwise, and why wasn’t Price making efforts to get her back? For her to even leave would’ve required a signature approving her reason to depart, therefore someone higher rank has given it to her. But who ?
He trudges down the halls of the bunkers then sees one of the doors wide open, deep down he knew exactly who the room belonged to, well had, as he stands in front of the doorframe, your room. He can see that the room is a bare state now. The bed perfectly tucked and made, with an extra blanket laying at the end, folded neatly, with the pillow at the top fluffed up. From the desk cleaned with even some new pencils and pens in a cup and blank sheets of papers laid neatly, obviously done for the next person to inherit this room. He couldn’t help but be reminded of how the two of you spent that night together. It was a moment he let himself go, let Ghost go, and brought out Simon. He felt vulnerable to your touch yet felt the power that always coursed through you spread through him. Yet now, as he stands in the middle of your room, it’s cold, empty, lifeless. It feels more as if you were killed off never to be seen again. That made it feel worse. The fact that you made a room warm would be loss now. But most of all, he didn’t realize how dark his vision had become without your energy . You bright aura that shined so dominantly, it gave Ghost a headache sometimes because he was never used to such a sight. No matter when you’ve been shot at, stabbed, nearly blown up (as he still remembers the incident like it was yesterday). Every hellish moment, he was there with you during them saving you at the last minute or finding you. Even then, you never, ever, let it diminish your light. He takes in his surroundings once more, before silently leaving the bunker as he walked out the door he could hear the familiar footfall patterns of two Sargent’s obviously coming down probably to collect you. Instead they are faced with a skull mask.
Gaz curses in a mumble and Johnny practically jumps when Ghost steps out through the room. They both were obviously not expecting the looming man to step from your bedroom, but Gaz quickly recovers. “Afternoon sir, is y/n up ? We hadn’t seen her in a while and thought she was cooping herself up in there.” They both look at him expectantly he frowns a bit, it was a fleeting moment one neither would’ve caught as he now knew, that not only did you leave somehow with approval and never told himself or maybe the captain but you didn’t even tell your closest friends. The Sargent’s. He looks away from them glancing down to the other way of the hall saying gruffly “You won’t find ‘er ‘ere. She resigned from the taskforce.” He could hear the sharp intake of Soap and as he glances at them with his arms crossed now, they both are wide eyed and shocked. Soap is the first to speak “What ?! I don’t fuckin’ believe it !” he peeks into your once room, seeing how bare it is, he start rummaging through everything as if looking for any sign that just maybe, maybe, you left for a bit and would return. He flung open your closet where your clothes used to hang but it was empty, except for extra hangers on the pole and extra blankets, towels, etc laying on the top shelf. Gaz stands there stunned yet, sadden as Soap still seems to refuse you’ve left as he curses “Fuck !” his efforts are to no a vail. You had cleaned out your bunker spotlessly, there was no practical evidence of you living here for all these years. And that’s what hurt more. Gaz mumbles softly. “She didn’t even say bye…nothing…” he almost whispers it. Ghost could tell it was tearing the inside of Gaz. You two were hip and bone. He remembers when the two of you found out that you were part of the same taskforce exclaiming how you both met on a mission in Paris and you were aiding Gaz’s team to collecting more Intel. So seeing that not only were they not told of your soon departure but you had left without a word to your friend. Ghost breaks the annoying silence, in some cases he would’ve enjoyed it, but it was painful now, usually you were the one to break the moment with your cheerful demeanor and made everyone forget what they were glooming or stressing about. Now you were gone. The effects obvious now. “Soap, Gaz, you two are needed to train the privates. Should get to it Sargent’s.” He watches as they both seem to straighten up at the order, walking out of your once room slowly, Gaz lingering last as Ghost observed him. “Did she not say anything to you Lt ?” he still looking at the room but glances his way as Ghost meets his eyes, “No.” Gaz nods his head painfully, almost having to accept the reality, he took his leave of the room leaving Ghost last. He takes one last look, a reminder of the place he seen her so many times, before leaving. He shut the door to your room then went to his office to get some work done. Maybe, just maybe, he hoped they’d see you again. Maybe you would come back ?
Your Pov
Honestly it was scary leaving, the base was your home for so long. Wearing your military attire was all you’ve ever known., yet now you were dressed as a civilian in a cab heading back. Already you felt butterflies in your stomach, it was thanks to Laswell for making the changes and approving you resignation and to leave the base. Already driving home, you were about three hours from your home and already excited to see your mother. You had called ahead to let your mother know you’ll be returning home which she was ecstatic to know you’ll be home. She just didn’t know you were pregnant and you had to leave the taskforce because of it. That was a conversation you were dreading. Your mother being a single mother and raising you on her own, had always wanted you to do better than her. She made the mistake in dating your father who had one too many issues that your mother to this day refuses to share the details. All you knew was you mother hightailed as far as possible, dishonored by her own parents for being knocked up before marriage and choosing to keep you. Yet to her, you were a blessing. You gave her motivation to keep living and honestly embrace motherhood. You were never a complicated child, sure as you got older you rebelled but you respected your mother above all else. She inspired you to join the military because you saw her as fearless and determined as a soldier. The moment you hit 16, things were getting harder financially so you asked her, no pleaded with her to let you join the service. Of course emotionally she refuses but you had encouraged telling her how it was your wish, even though you simply joined to support your mother. Every paycheck you received went to your mother. And you made certain she was given it on time. This allowed your mother and you to look into a new home that was more suitable than a dingy old flat. You both ended up saving up on a nice townhouse that had more rooms than your old flat. It was a three bedroom two bath, a decent size kitchenette, living, and one office. One bedroom is upstairs and the other is upstairs next to the office.
You knew immediately that the third bedroom will likely become your unborn child’s bedroom. A part of you seemed excited to prepare for the baby but another part of you terrified, you left at a crucial time for the team. You would have gone on a mission to eliminate and it was a top priority but now with you out, and no reason to be allowed to return for a long while it broke your heart to think that you’ll be looked at differently. Definitely probably in the eyes of the Lieutenant, you knew he took betrayal seriously and to him you’re probably certain he believes you did just that.
Sighing heavily you rub your brows you draw closer and closer to home, passing by valley, meadows, woods, homes, farmlands and more each passing by in a haze. It’s almost hard to imagine that this world is peaceful when there’s war raging elsewhere. Knowing exactly your team will be giving their lives for this exact peace while you would not be there to see it through. You don’t realize how much driving gone by until you see a familiar street, as your driver turns down it. Your home, how it seemed unfamiliar, all the rows of homes lined up nicely in different shades it was emotional seeing it once more. When the driver finally pulls to the front of your driveway you nearly suck in a breath. Seeing your home digits on the door as you can seeing your mother’s car in the driveway. You smile to yourself, opening your purse you grab out the cash to pay the driver, adding an extra tip for the ride as he gets out to pull out your duffle bag. You travel light, you didn’t have much anyways. Taking it in hand you thank him as he then drives off.
Standing in your driveway it felt unreal, you never thought you’d come home honestly. With always being on mission you honestly thought you’d die on the field before you ever could be home again. As sad as that reality was, you were always away. From one base to another it never ended. And Laswell always needed your for a mission so it was impossible to be in one place for long. Which you didn’t mind, however, sometimes you were homesick or close to facing death. You don’t know how long you were staring at your apartment but the next thing you knew, the door to your home flies open, your eyes quickly snap in that direction, immediately thinking your mother must’ve seen you through the window. She was in pure tears rushing down the three steps as you began to get emotional to “Mom!” you cry as she tightly embraces you you don’t remember dropping your duffle bag you’re just overwhelmed, she’s crying holding you and it makes you feel so loved once again. “Oh my god ! Y/n !” She sniffles as she strokes your cheek looking at your face you had one tiny scar over the top of your brow nothing serious, least not compared to the ones on your body as she hugs you again “I thought you wouldn’t get here for another hour ?” she smiles at you happily taking in that you’re in front of her as you laugh softly “Well, that would ruin the element of surprise.” You wipe your eyes but she immediately begins to do so too before wiping her own. “Come ! Let’s get you inside ! Oh I just can’t believe my little girls home !” you smile bashfully, knowing it’s not the only thing you brought home. Yet you followed your mother waist to waist carrying your duffle as you entered your home.
Couple Hours Later
It doesn’t take you long to settle into your room, your mother insists on making you a grand meal upon your arrival and had even already contacted your Uncle Daryl to come see you. You were his only niece and favorite. He raised you as if you were his own daughter so hearing he’ll be arriving made you smile. As you walked around your place you couldn’t help but smile seeing the pictures hung of the two of you when you were much younger. It almost made you hope you could share the same experiences with your own child…This also made you come to the conclusion that you’ll have to tell your mother and uncle about your unplanned pregnancy. The thought made your stomach feel more acidic, but you kept it down in your stomach. Though the thought quickly left your mind when you nearly jumped from your seat upon hearing the front door open abruptly. Turning your head you see your Uncle Daryl, who obviously out of breath and eyes scanning the place until he sees YOU.
The tears prick at the corner of your eye as you stand up and he takes long strides to meet in the middle. Embracing you in a tight hug. You missed him. Your mother sneaks a peek seeing the two of you embracing as she also starts to get emotional and comes in to join the hug. Your family. One you sometimes forget because you’re so consumed in your job. You don’t know how long the three of you hold each other, or who was the first to withdraw but you sniffle wiping your eyes then smile “Good seeing you Uncle,” he huffs smiling back with the biggest one, showing his dimples. He was your mother’s big brother, so of course he looked after the two of you. He too was part of the military, the Air Force to be exact, and he was another inspiration for you to joining the military. Yet you never imagined you’d be in more dangerous situations than him. “Good seeing you again lil lumière.(little light)” He seems to do a quick scan over you, probably looking for any kind of wounds, which fortunately are in areas well hidden so you thanked your lucky stars. Otherwise he would’ve gone on a rant about how unwise you decided to join the most dangerous type of work. Honestly you were glad you could share a bit with him, of course not classified information but it helped to share her struggles and things only he would understand and handle emotionally better than your mother could. “Momma, is making our favorite tonight.” You giggle seeing his eyes widen with excitement “Oh you shouldn’t have Monica ! Hell, I’m trying to keep this old body still in shape and you trying to fatten me up !” he laughs at this which your mother playfully whacks him on the arm “Only thing fattening you up Daryl is your wine.” You couldn’t help but stifle a snort as he looks at you to her offended “Sorry Unc, she’s got a point.” He grumbles in French, which you caught a little how he says we disgrace the French tongue. However your mother rolls her eyes and goes on her way to continue cooking as you go to sit down with your uncle. “So…what brought you back ? And I don’t want to hear,” as he uses the air quotes incorrectly “That you wanted a vacay. I know you better than that.” He leans close as he was seated across from you in a lounge chair waiting for your response. You shift in your sheet, his narrowing eyes felt the same as your Captain. Which would make sense because your Uncle was once the Commander of his unit. “Well…I resigned from the taskforce…” his eyes shoot wide open, obviously shocked. Yet he goes straight back to composing himself narrowing then once again “Why ?” it came out gruff and you felt like you were on the pedestal being scolded by your homeroom teacher. “I-, I wanted to tell you both honestly…not just one of you.” He cocks his head to the side confused, what you didn’t know was your mother was ease dropping in the conversation as she steps out with concern written on her face “What is it sweetie ?” your uncle seems to be processing and calculating different reasons why you would have resigned from the taskforce, let alone been allowed to. You could practically see the gears in his brain churning with every possibility. You must’ve been holding your breath because you quickly blurted out “I’m pregnant.”
In a quick huff you take in both your uncle and moms facial. Complete shock. Your uncle seems to be going between your eyes and stomach almost probably finding it hard to believe and possibly questioning how along are you because you sure as hell didn’t look it “3 weeks…I’m three weeks pregnant.” Biting your lower lip you couldn’t help but feel anxious with the growing silence between the two as you spoke “Look, I know it’s horrible timing. It wasn’t exactly intentional… and I’ll be allowed back in the task force once the baby is born but the station chief made the call and got me out so no one would question my absence.” You pant out, you said it so quickly your mother must’ve been confused on some parts but her eyes were welling up and it made you more worry that it was because of disappointment “I- I know…I’m so-” your mother latches herself around your neck hugging you as your left dumbfounded as she speaks softly stroking your hair “Oh sweetie, if you’re happy with having this child, I’ll sport and help you. You have NOTHING to apologize for.” she looks you dead in the eyes and you feel a sense of warmth. You should’ve known, your mother would walk through hell with you and trust you entirely. You’ve done nothing but look after her and provide her a good life, so she was beyond willing to do the same for you and your child. You glance over at your uncle who seems to be processing, as he says lowly “I knew something was different about you kid…” you and your mom look at him confused as you never felt nervous until you saw him smile. “You’re glowing as much as your mother did when she was pregnant with you mi lumière” he stands up and comes over rubbing your back at you give him the most appreciative smile “Thank you… both of you” felt like a weight came off your shoulder. Telling them was a big deal and knowing they’d still support you made you feel so much better. You Uncle then looks serious at you “So, do I want to know who the âne (jackass) of a father to this baby is ?” You mother once again reaches over and whacks your uncle who curses “Qu’est-ce que c’est que Monica ?!(What the hell Monica)” you begin laughing as your mother giggles, with your uncle huffing in mild amusement. “Well ?” he cocks his brow looking at you as you blush a bit “I- I can’t tell you yet, but I promise he’s a good man…in his own way.” He squints his eyes at you questioning your choice of words “If that’s so…why isn’t he here ?” obviously your mother senses you tense from the subject giving a glare in your uncle’s direction “What Daryl means is ! As long as he’s a good man we’re happy” he grumbles a bit “Bien sûr Bien sûr (Of course of course) , but why isn’t he here with you meeting us ?” he cocks his brow again as you sigh knowing he won’t be letting go “Because…I didn’t tell him exactly he’s going to be a father…”he rubs his face with both hands obviously more stressed. Your mother seems taken back by this news as she tentatively asks “Why not sweetie ?”
A good question indeed, honestly the idea of telling them the father is your Lieutenant would sending your uncle to his grave early. And no, not from the idea but simply because you know he’d be yelling his hat off to Ghost and would likely get himself well handed to him. Sighing heavily “I didn’t get a chance, they were preparing for a mission.” You’d hope they’d buy it, your mother seems to have. But your uncle ? Hah, impossible he could read you like a book and as he should considering he used to be a commander. You mother claps her hands together standing up “Well ! This is a cause for pie then and I’ll need to run to store to collect some stuff. Write a list dear, I know those growing cravings will get to you soon.” She smiles with delight going back into the kitchen leaving you with your uncle.
He stares at you for a few moments as if waiting to make sure your mother was actually in the kitchen continuing to cook. When he’s satisfied, hearing the clattering of pots and pans against the stove or her bustling through the fridge for ingredients he then speaks lowly “So, what’s the real reason the father doesn’t know?” he squints his eyes at you, felt more like an interrogation then question, however you probably wouldn’t be surprised he’s using his Commander tone in order to get an answer from you. In all honesty it worked. “Because his my superior officer. I was told to tell him but quite honestly I don’t think he would’ve…” you bite your tongue considering your next words tentatively “I don’t think he could handle having a child. He barely knows himself.” You say softly. Hoping your uncle wouldn’t pry further. Which he wouldn’t. He understood every soldier has traumatic experiences in the military especially being in the SAS. He had no doubt you’ve seen things he would’ve rather your eyes never witnessed. With that answer he nods his head. “Well…one of these days you need to tell him. Perhaps you’d be more surprised by the outcome.” He pauses for a moment stroking his chin and looking out the window “If I’m being honest y/n, I think telling the father would make him better. I know when Monica told me, I was horrified for her. But then,” He smiles “Then when you were born it all changed. Before you I was short tempered and…” he grumbles “Not gentle with my choice of words which I got a firm scolding from Monica during his hormonal stages.” The idea your mother would have yelled seems hard to believe, even when you did wrong she never raised her voice at you. “Tell him one day y/n. I think your child deserves that chance at least.” Pondering on his words he leaves the room to go help your mother continue cooking with you contemplating on his words.
Maybe you should…perhaps ? What’s the worst that can happen ? He rejects you once again ? Tells you your on your own when you’ve already mentally accepted that fate ? Maybe your uncle is right, you don’t know. Ghost is still a mystery to you. Sometimes he’s snappy and harsh to others especially during missions. But you know he means well. Infact you couldn’t help but think about the times he was more…nicer to you. Like the time you were at the shooting range you were working with different weapons at the time, but particularly was working with a heavy set rifle that always made you sore in the shoulders…
You huff annoyed after having pulled the trigger on this rifle. It was bulky and heavy, when it fired it sent a painful ache up your shoulder upon impact. Now usually your preferred rifle was lighter and easier to handle the impact into your shoulder. Yet this one, this one was so big and bulky, the idea of carrying it onto the field seemed impossible. You’re only average height standing 5’7, which apparently to everyone else is very small since you usually get picked on. However, you always made up for your size with your agile self and quickness. If a bigger opponent used their full strength you had to be quicker. It’s why you did so well on the field especially hand to hand combat. You had you fair share of training with other recruits, privates, and Sargent’s McTavish and Garrick. Soap always gave you a run for your money but you always held your ground. Yet, you never dared to attempt against ghost. He was a forced to be recon with. You seen soap spar with him and seeing the big brute of the Scottish man easily subdued was terrifying.
Withdrawing your gaze from the scoop you grab the binoculars to inspect how well you shot it, not a bulleye, you hit right outside it. You were close…but it wasn’t good enough. A mere inches off is enough to give the enemy time to fire a shot back at you or detonate you and your team. The progress you’ve made with the weeks of practicing seemed futile. You almost were considering telling price you were not cut out for this particular mission which required you to be watching soaps six while ghost would be overwatch. Why they were making you go, you understood. They wanted to get in quick only relying on stealth and to not attract attention. Not saying ghost would, but his large stature would give way to the enemies quickly. Yet, you’ve seen him infiltrate buildings with ease but this mission was hoping to shed no blood shed. Sighing heavily you lean away from the table, “you keep gripping it like that you’ll never hit your target right.” The words from a deep voice made you almost jump, as you quickly reached for your knife quickly swing it behind you, only for your wrist to be caught, inches from ghosts looming neck. You let out a shaky voice “Lieutenant..” You were embarrassed now, relaxing your stance as he releases his hold on your wrist before looking right over your head where you had missed your target once more already having hit it 7 times to no avail. “When you fire don’t fight against the shot, you tense alters your movement when looking through scope.” He nods his head “Try again.” You raise a brow at him but obey. Not like you’d ignore your lieutenants orders. Facing back and getting into position, you then start to feel his hand readjust your stance, it was subtle, he used his boot to nudge your feet, he used his gloved hand to fix your elbow, then poke at your shoulder to moving it back and relax. When he seemed content after fixing your stance he simply grunts an approval. His back leaning against the table as you take the shot. It felt different, not as abrupt when the bullet launched your whole body seemed to absorb it better, and when you lift your gaze from the scope to look at where it hit you see you finally hit the bulleye. You’re shocked …you made the shot, but that’s not what was shocking to you, ghost helped you make it. Glancing up at him, his posture was looking at the base but his eyes were gazing down at you. “Not bad.” He mumbles before pushing off the table and walking off. You’re left stunned but appreciative. He didn’t have to help you, let alone adjust your stance. You began continuing to practice doing that stance until the day of the mission. Honestly, it paid off.
Now that that you’re thinking back on it, perhaps that’s when you began to notice other subtle gestures Ghost would show to you. At first you just thought it was his way of correcting you but now maybe…it was perhaps he cared enough to do so. He never took the time to do that with other recruits or privates. So maybe ? Perhaps you should give him the benefit of the doubt at least give him the chance to see if he wants to be a part of your child’s life. For now…you’ll wait. You’re certain by now they’re deciding best course of action eliminating General Ghorbani, that was the mission you were tasked to go with Ghost yet instead you’re dealing with his unborn child growing in your stomach. Probably best to wait it out. Though one thing is certain, you owe it to Soap and Gaz…
Few Months After Eliminating General Ghorbani
Ghost’s POV
Recently Ghost was just filling out paperwork, having to write down everything that happened per week for higher ups to see from different points of view. Gaz had gone back to his original base, working to get some intel and Soap, he knew he’d be returning tonight. Felt like everyone had gone their own way. Just the thought of how everyone seemed to slowly fade away made Ghost tense. First you, then Gaz, then Soap, and Price. He knew they’d return but the idea he was surrounded by no one he trusts made it hard. A part of him would never blatantly say it out loud but, the minute you left there was nothing holding them together now. Metaphorically you were the chip on a glass cup that kept everyone together, the minute you fell off the rest soon cracked.
During your absence, he would never admit, he spent every opportunity dwelling on his words to you. He wondered if you hated him so much that you turned on them all because of his choice of words. He felt like a bloody idiot for saying them. The only reason he said it, he had hoped to cut his own feelings for you. It was never to doubt your abilities. Far from it, he knew what an asset you were to the team. Besides your bubbly personality and calmness during tense times you were a skilled fighter. He seen you take down a man not as big as himself, but fairly tall as Soap and you easily had the man struggling to keep up having the man shift to a defense stance. You were a sight when in a fight. In fact it was almost alarmingly attractive to Ghost seeing a women so lean yet small hold your own. The image of you from that night often played in his mind, it was torturous. He can hear how you moaned out his name, arching your back from the immense pleasure and begging him to keep going and give you more. It’s been 5 months…5 long grueling months and not a minute of breather. It’s hard to believe how much he needed your presence, how you kept him sane when not out in the field, in his zone. Sometimes he wondered how he would cope with the life of mundane lively hood. Were you living such ? Knowing what you know and have seen out in the world, did you forget it all ? Did you let your guard down ?
That’s when other thoughts, ones he absolutely hated crossed his mind. Did you find someone ? Probably by now, no doubt in his mind you found a bloody bloke who is a lucky bastard to have such a fearless yet regal women. The mere thought of you walking hand in hand with a man who probably could never protect you as well as you could yourself. But no, the idea that HE wasn’t the one protecting you even though you weren’t a damsel in distress. The urge to always protect you in the field was natural instincts for him. He didn’t realize he was gripping his pen tightly until it snapped. Looking at the broken piece of plastic he let go pushing back from his chair simply looking at his hands.
For years, since he was a mere teenager, he only saw himself capable of fighting. Then when he became a soldier all he could think about was killing. Yet when you joined the taskforce and he had himself between your legs, he could see he could perhaps also be gentle. You brought that innocent Simon Riley out of him, the boy who couldn’t fight against his father’s abuse. Couldn’t stand up for his mother when his father was a drunken state. Yet you, you reminded him that he was very much Ghost and Simon. His hands could touch your perfectly smooth skin gently tracing every inch of you, getting the most pleasurable reaction he ever heard. Yet he could also be rough just enough to send you over the edge and begging, clawing him for more.
Grumbling to himself, he pulls out his packet of cigarettes, grabbing one. Lifting his mask just over his nose, he then put the wrapped piece in his mouth then lighting it. He took a drag before puffing out the smoke, the nicotine hitting him hard as he shut his eyes. He did everything in his power to find a way to look to where you were. But even with his rank, he was limited to much. Couldn’t access the full extent to your file as most of your information was black. Not as covered as his but enough for him to be annoyed with because he bloody couldn’t stand he didn’t know where you were if you’re still alive and how he can contact you. This was an annoying addiction that drove him crazy. Where the fuck were you ?
Gaz POV
Honestly seeing the number pop up on his screen while he was in his bunker on a base near London he frowned at bit. It was his personal phone yet only few people could access it since it was a secured number that could not be traced. So he answered “Ello ?” waiting for a response he almost thought it was someone playing a practical prank on him until he heard a soft familiar voice “Hey Kyle…”, you. He was utterly stunned, his throat felt tight and his heart beating hard. “The fuck…y/n ?” you let out a tired laugh as he felt his heart flutter. “Yeah, it’s me silly. How are you ?” you seemed shy, but the same soft spoken as ever. He didn’t know how long he must’ve been silent but it obviously must’ve made you question “Kyle ? You still alive there bud ?” he snorts “Yeah Yeah, I’m just…wow. I’m shocked if I’m honest. How about you ?” you sigh a bit, he could hear you sounded exhausted. Were you not sleeping ? “I’m doing alright…just tired. I- I just missed you. How is everyone ?Been on a lot of missions since ?” he smiled, you were so motherly, he swear his mother would love to know you had reached out to him… in honesty you two knew each other well. Gaz had brought you once to meet his mother during the holidays and she took a liking to you immediately. His mother would always joke about how you were the daughter she always asked for. “Yeah…I’m actually in London working on getting some Intel. I haven’t heard much from Price. Sure the old man out smoking a cigar on a hunting trip. Soap and I keep in contact…Ghost, well haven’t heard much from him honestly. He isn’t much a talker. Oh ! My mam wants to see you again one day ! She was worried when I told her you left.” He could hear you humming as you listened to his update. “Aw, well I’d love to see her again…actually…if your free sometime, I’m sure your mission is important but I’d love to meet you up some time.” He smiles at this “Yeah ? Say where and when.” He chuckles and he holds his breath hearing you laugh. It was airy, he can’t believe how much his missed your energy “Alright, well I’d love to have you over from some tea at my place. Just let me know when you can come by.” He perked up at this. He never been to your place, in fact you seemed very secretive about showing it. He never asked why, so he always volunteered to take you to his place. “Id love that Hera.” He smirked saying your call sign, he can already imagine you grinning “Ah good old days, unfortunately not much of Hera anymore. I don’t think I ever can honestly…” he frowned at this, he wondered if that’s why you resigned from the task force. In fact thinking about it you seemed exhausted, your voice wasn’t as chirpy like you used to be. You seemed out of breath with a few sentences. Were you ill ? “Are…are you ill ?” he asks hesitantly. He huff softly from your side “No…not exactly. It’s complicated, but I promise when we meet I’ll explain. Not like I could hide it anyways.” He now was more curious…did you secretly get sent off on a mission and got seriously hurt ? Were you that ill, you had to resign ? “Well, actually, I’m free today if you are ?” he looks at his clock. It was 06:20, you still were just an early riser as he was. “That would be great. I’ll text you my address. See you soon Gaz.” He can imagine you smiling, as he smiles too “Yeah, see you soon Hera.”
Summary: You're a sniper/medic, part of the team 141. Everyone considers you their light, however, your light has diminished and has started taking a toll on the rest of the team because of a choice you made...now you have to face the consequences of your actions and live with that reminder forever..
Expectations: Slow burn, Breakup, Depression, Panic Attacks, Yelling, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of SA, Romance, Slow Romance, Fighting, Violence, Blood, Killing, Shooting,Stabbing, Smut, Fluff, Flirting, Teasing, etc...
Call Sign: Hera or Lil Light
Word Count: 7.4k
A03 Version
Did you predict this would happen to you ? No...not to your full extent of your brain capacity. Were you regretting that night because you were emotional that night and took a huge risk ? Absolutely ! You wanted to kick yourself so hard for how stupid you were for not being rational, and God for bid even allowing him to keep it in. Yet, there you were, trembling in your bathroom holding a mere plastic with such simple symbols that held so much weight...
"Fuck..." you mumble to yourself. To be honest, you were horrified by this revelation, because you had broken up with your ex over a month ago, and neither of you had sex in well ages... yet during your time of solitude, you took the liberty to drown your pain with another man. Now in some cases this shouldn't be a big deal right ? I mean...just tell the man you laid with, that apparently your birth control didn't really prevent the bastards bloody seeds from entering your womb and creating a growing child. Oh yeah, with that, your ex decided to walk back into your life wanting a second chance, and he's been awfully persistent in stalking and threatening via text messages and more. Oh and to top it off...the possible father to be, had been avoiding you like the plague. So yes...everything is just lovely. You groan out in a choked sob yet you grumbled with anger. Of all people and of all times...why you ?
Over a month ago~
You had to get yourself together though, because unfortunately you weren't some mere woman who just happened to be knocked up...oh to make it worse you just so happened to be a Sargent who is part of the task force 141 as their designated sniper/medic and to make it WORSE. You were supposed to be leaving for a mission in the next hour. You dropped the plastic into your sink as you slouched down onto the cold tile flooring pressing your back to the wall and cradling your head "Oh fuck...what am I going to do" you nearly sobbed trying to hold back your tears from gushing down your cheeks.
God forbid they notice the tear stains on your cheek, or puffy eyes that are blood shot and red nose, your team will definitely be on your arse about what's got you so moody. Honestly when you noticed your mood being more...well gruff you simply thought it was due to stress. Especially what happened a month ago....all you wanted was to be left alone to eat your breakfast especially with how horrible your morning has started, the one solitude moment of peace and enjoyment. Mind you, you loved the company of Soap and Gaz (your teammates) but for some reason, their obnoxious banter and rowdiness was only making you irritable. Honestly you thought it was from lack of sleep considering a week prior your ex has been unrelenting on getting a hold of you, asking for forgiveness and wanting to try again.
He was a civilian, you knew him since highschool before you enlisted. However, this job demanded a lot and your time became few and few. Which caused a tear in your relationship, even though your ex knew of the reality of your job you always did your best to reach out to him and spend any waking hour to contact him. Sure, there was signs of distancing but you didn't know better....then after one mission, you came back early, and as eager as you were to surprise your once boyfriend, you found him on your couch with another woman. It was an earth shattering moment. In that moment of weakness you did something stupid...
I don't know how long I was standing outside in the rain...shaking and crying. An hour ? Two ? Three ? Did it honestly matter ? The image of your boyfriend in between the legs of a woman you've never seen on your couch shattered you into pieces. You were standing before the gates at your base, debating on whether to return to your bunk, but everyone knew you would be going home to your flat to be with your boyfriend. Yet the idea of confrontation by your team wasn't something you wanted to deal with at the moment. Let alone for them to see you in such a state. So you decided to do your best to sneak past everyone. Slowly dragging your feet, you made your way into the building where all the bunkers were, you could hear members laughing loudly and celebrating as you passed the lounge area. You tried to remain unnoticed and silent, sneaking by, which in the moment you thought you were successful. Drawing near as you kept walking down the halls to your door, however, what you didn't realize was a looming shadow who was watching your every move. Just as you were about to open your door-
"Why are you drenched ?" A deep Manchester voice spoke, that all so familiar voice sent a rush up your spin and it wasn't even from the cold of your soaked clothes. His voice always made you tremble and flustered. Hesitantly you made eye contact with the owner of the voice, seeing the balaclava of the skull man standing dauntingly 6'4" with his blonde lashes partially slitting his almond eyes that took in your features. Even with his eyes on you, you wanted to shrink. Mind you, Ghost and you had no qualms with one another but you always found him intimidating yet together you worked well as a team. "I- went for a walk and ended up getting rained on" you fumbled up a lie avoiding eye contact squeezing your hand on the door knob silently praying he wouldn't notice.
"That so?" He says lowly. It makes you gaze back up at him once more not fully looking in his direction as he had his arms crossed still looking down at you, you heavily gulped "Y-Yeah ?" You could see a partial shift over his eyes, it meant he raised a brow at you before approaching you more as he stood directly behind you now, his chest nearly pressing up behind you, this made you hesitantly turn to face your Lieutenant who was looking down at you more seriously. His head tilting down at your short figure his arms coming down to his sides. You had to put a hand up onto his chest to stop him from drawing any closer as your heart began to race and you immediately averted your gaze from his towering figure.
You didn't even realize he had you pinned into your door with his hand over you gripping the ledge of the doorframe as you could feel the rise in your cheeks. "You 're lying. What did he do ?'" his eyes scanned over your features. Obviously the rain did very little to hide your tear stained cheeks and the redness in your eyes. Yet you still refused to meet his gaze. For what felt like an internity his gloved hands reached up and lifted your chin slowly. The sensation of his rough leather skeleton gloves made your eyes widen as he tipped your chin up to meet his looming gaze. How could you look away now. Your eyes latched on to his menacing gaze. You can see his eyes slightly flickered with some kind of emotion...now you wouldn't consider yourself an expert on reading his expressions but you'd like to think you could a little....yet it was impossible that Ghost...the Lieutenant Ghost was sympathetic for you ?
Don't even think you realized what was happening or that he had slightly lifted his balaclava up just over the bridge of his perfectly shaped nose, that showed the hint of a scar that peeked under his mask across his strong high bone cheeks and perfect lips that has a scar slicing the right corner. You didn't even realize then, he leaned near your ear and whispered "Y/n...snap out of it" ....wait no thats not what he said.
"Oi ! Earth to y/n ! You get any shut eye ? I miss your sexy voice Bonnie" Soap snickered as you were brought back into the moment having been in position, as it seemed your mind was seamlessly going to recall that moment between you and the Lieutenant yet, your body already knew what it was doing. You had your sniper rifle in front of you with the scope brushing at your long eyelashes. You were stationed not that many klicks from where the boys were moving into action. You could see Soap stealthily moving around another building trying to move closer to the targets building without alerting the guards until they've breached their walls. Of course, the living myth and legend was leading them closer to the building, he camouflaged impressively well into the shadows for such a big guy.
Again your mind was drifting and the static in your comms rang through your ear as your Lieutenant spoke "Hera. Take the two on the west building." This snapped you to attention as you shifted your scope as he had directed, your finger moving to the trigger as you took a deep breath to stop your queasy stomach. Pulling the trigger you took down one man, who crumbled down quickly the other becoming aware of his partner down but before he could so much as spread the word you had pulled the trigger already and he was down as well. You radio into your comms "Clear. Proceed with caution Bravo 0-7, there's 4 at the back entry." You locked your rifle as you moved your eyes from the scope "Copy that Hera." He says through the comms. You had to shift positions now, lingering in one spot was dangerous, as you slid back from your spot out of sight hitting your comms "Alpha 2-8 moving positions" you swiftly made your way to another spot that gave you a different angle to where the boys were going to be entering as you got into your knees setting down your rifle.
Yet something felt very wrong. You were frozen to the spot, listening intently, your nose, due to your pregnancy, it was heightened and you could smell someone's sweat from where you were. Over the comms you could hear that Soap and Ghost had already breached the walls making their way to find the enemy hiding within the walls. Behind you, there was nothing but high grass, and you were wearing beige clothing to blend to the tall dying grass.
You pull out your knife and pistol, clicking off the safety and check it's loaded. Even now the scent was more potent, you wanted to throw up, the unwanted man was wearing heavy cologne of sorts and for anyone in the SAS that's a stupid move. Even now you could hear the ringing in the comms as Ghost and Soap updated on their movement and such.
Yet even when you heard them ask "Soap, to Alpha 2-8, what's ya status lass ? " you could hear the slight panic in Soap's voice yet right now you were remaining still observing your surroundings. Even now you can hear how frantic Soap was becoming and the deep booming voice of your Lieutenant sounded through your earpiece "Hera. What's your status." He sounded gruff and annoyed probably not to you but you did catch between the two over the comms that the enemy was not in the building and that it was a setup.
That much you already knew. You reached for the comms pressing the button and speaking softly "This is Alpha 2-8....my post has been compromised" and yet that is when you saw your stalker lunge out from the tall grass, immediately you pulled the trigger, but not before he tumbled into you having a knife in hand slicing your shoulder deeply, you yelped upon impact, tumbling to the ground, hitting the back of your head, but not hesitating to wrap your legs around the man who was trying to stab you hovering over you with him trying to push it down to your throat. You grunted trying to hold his grip as he straddled you down, you can hear Soap frantically calling through the comms "Oi! Hera ! Answer us Bonnie !" You couldn't as you grunted pushing with legs to knee him in the groin which caused him to roll off you. Quickly you reached for your dagger and rolled to where he was stabbing down hitting him then the chest, as you didn't hesitate to grab your pistol that was tossed to the side and shoot him in the head.
Panting hard you held your stomach immediately feeling sick, the blood all over your hands and face, the scent...oh God that potent iron scent. You had to move away to empty your stomach all the whole Ghost and Soap were making their way back to your last known location hearing you hurl your stomach. Ghosts loud booming voice could be heard from a distance while he hit the comms "Hera !" You began to cough more as you tried to take deep breaths. Reaching painful to the comms with your wounded shoulder "I'm good. Just had a tussle."
You were shaking looking away from the dead man, not aware that Ghost and Soap reached you. They took in the scene then you. Soap quickly approaching you seeing you look sick and bleeding "Jesus Bonnie... thought we lost you, you sure ki-" he paused mid saying "Aye...you good ?" You were going to respond but it felt like your stomach was acidic. You didn't even know. But your vision began to blur and you fainted. You could only feel strong arms quickly catch you before the fall but it was numb everywhere throughout your body. You could see the skull mask hovering and the slight glimpse of the Mohawk figure looking over you trying to get your attention. But your eyes closed.
White, a color you probably absolutely hated seeing that blinded you in every corner. Sitting in the chair your legs dangling as you fiddled with your fingers. You had recovered after you've fainted when they loaded you on the chopper, you assured the team you were just dehydrated. But of course, Lieutenant gave you that knowing glare that made you relent. You knew what the doctor was going to say, he drew your blood, tended your wounds, and checked for bruising which was on your hips, wrists, and chest.
Even now your anxiety was high as you nearly jumped out of the chair at the sight of a familiar doctor who you'd often work with around the med base. Dr.Connar. Good looking man, he was slender tallish(no where close to military big like Ghost) tustled brownish black hair, deep brown eyes and genuine smile. He was holding your chart and you knew what to expect. "We have got to stop meeting like this y/n." He snickered seeing you as he pulled up a chair in front of you as you gazed up at him waiting for the inevitable. "So...your wound isn't infected. Just some mild bruising will be gone in a couple days. You hit your head I see. Slight bleeding nothing serious though...." this was when he gazes up at you seriously over the chart we he was reading resting it on the table to the side, he leaned forward his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at you seriously
"As you know... protocol. I have to check your blood to ensure you were not given anything into your bloodstream or got an unknown infection." You nodded your head slowly not averting your eyes from his serious gaze. "Then you also know...I must give this report to your Captain of your condition? " you flinched as he considered it as a condition now looking down. His eyes still boring into you as he let out a sigh "What the fuck y/n ! You should've been nowhere near the battlefield. You could've been seriously hurt or killed !" You flinched a bit more, tears forming in your eyes as you couldn't hold it any longer.
"You don't think I don't Fuckin' know that ?!" You cry out in anger yet he doesn't so much as flinch just simply gives you a sympathetic look. "I didn't ask for this ! Any of it !" You get out of the chair huffing annoyed as you began pacing the room his eyes watching your every movement. " You know since you are my patient I'd have to put in you are suspended from combat, training, or field work. Considering even maternity leave by second trimester." He says so casually but it makes you glare daggers at him, deep down logically you know he's right but...fuck you didn't want to have everyone questioning you why you're being pulled off when you are physically fine.
"Please Peter....don't do this to me." You beg him looking at him, he stands up placing a hand on your shoulders making you look at him "Y/n... believe me. I am not doing this as your doctor. I'm doing this as your friend. If something were to happen to you-" you interjected "Nothing will, I can fight-" yet he grips your shoulders more firmly "No ! You could've lost it or your life ! I will not stand by as your doctor or friend to put your life or that child in harms way !"
Child. Huh. Funny, you just found out... could barely even consider it a child as it's just a mere embryo at this point not even a human body formed yet. But deep down, without so much thought your hand slid down touching your stomach and Peter guided you to sit into the chair. "You're my dearest friend. I know this is terrifying...but you have to think outside yourself now" you glance at him as he was boring into your eyes. You knew he was right...deep down you would want to protect your growing child. However, knowing the horrors of the world and your enemies made you terrified to think the timing was just horrible. You couldn't stop. The tears rolled down your face heavily and you sobbed into your friend's shoulder as he let you, hold you.
The next day, you were asked into the office by Captain Price, everyone was expecting you to have to hand in your medical sheet, yet you begged your friend to allow you to talk it out with your captain. You were terrified. Gazing at the door in front of you that had Price's name plate on it, you tentatively rasped your knuckles onto it. As if immediately you hear the Liverpool accent gruffly acknowledge "Enter." John has always been a comforting Captain despite his ranking he valued every solider it's why you remained loyal to this taskforce especially after being handpicking from him. He glances up from the piles of papers he was signing off seeing you enter as he gave you a content smile "Good seeing you Y/n. How are you feeling?"
He motions for you to sit as you do so nervously, "Good sir...um I brought you my medical chart" you reluctantly stretch it out within hand to offer him to look at it as he takes it, even before he opened it you spoked "Permission to ask a favor sir ?" This caught his attention as he set the file down taking in your nervous features. You looked nervous, barely looking like you've slept and definitely have been crying. He tips his head to tell you to go on "Go on..." you let out a shakey breath. "I'd like to request that...my medical condition not be shared outside this room please ?" You almost whispered the please, your eyes begging him to understand and this was a request he was taken back from. Setting the file down rather to hear it from you then read it himself . Honestly John's heart was beating so hard, it was going loudly in his ears "I'll agree...that is if you tell me what it is you have ?"
Honestly his eyes raked over your form, despite being small, you weren't exactly weak, infact he wouldn't even consider you the type to have an illness so imagine his surprise to your request yet nonetheless he was patient and understanding.
You bite your lower lip gripping at the knees of your cargo pants shamefully looking down starting to shake, John placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You didn't realize he was sitting in front of you at the edge of his desk leaning forward. He was willing to wait until you were ready to tell, and looking into his ocean eyes you gave in "I- I'm pregnant sir..." his eyes were wide for a moment reeling from the news.
Sure he knew you had a boyfriend but you hadn't interacted with him in months that much he was aware of. He would console you some nights when you'd cry about being distant and how he doesn't treat you or touch you the same. Of course he wanted to support you, you were like a daughter to him, so he spoke softly yet with authority "I can see this is a big deal...then I am to presume..." glancing at your figure he didn't know much about pregnant women but he could tell you were no where near showing. "I will not reprimand you y/n...but I need to know." He looks at you seriously waiting.
You knew what he was asking for and it made you even more scared. Having to tell your friend was already a huge step but to tell your captain? "L-Lieutenant G-Ghost sir..." you looked down with shame.
However Price was more shocked than anything. Their Simon Riley? He wanted to gawk at this news but knew that's not what you needed right now, quite frankly he had to contain to his rank. Sitting back "You are aware of the consequences to such inappropriate conduct ? You could be stripped of your rank and court martial." He frowns at you seriously which you nod your head seldomly "Y-Yes sir" he sighs out pinching the bridge of his nose "Does he know ?" This makes you flinch. You really did not want to walk up to your Lieutenant and tell him you're possibly pregnant with his child. That's a big F no. You glance up at your Captain. "No sir... I don't think I can." He gives you a look as you respond immediately "Please Captain, I don't want to cause trouble. I'm begging you. Please make an excuse to suspend me." You gave him a pleading look.
Now under most cases he would've given into your puppy dog eyes but this was serious. You were asking him not only as a Captain but as the best friend to Ghost. To go behind his back and lie to him. He crossed his arms over his chest letting out a deep sigh "Y/n...I am not keen on withholding information from my lieutenant-" you were about to interject yet he raised his hand, which made you silence blushing heavily heart racing "However...I'll grant this request on ONE condition." You seemed hopeful with this proposition. Yet John gave you a very straight look, "I don't care when you do it. But you MUST tell my Lieutenant." He looks at you daring you to object. Now deep down you wanted to. The fear in your eyes was evident. Approach Ghost ? No way...I can barely handle his intense gaze let alone confronting him about this. You bit the inside of your cheek considering it, before relenting "I-I agree sir...when I find the right time. I will. I promise." He studies you looking to see if you were lying but he found none, if anything he just saw how fearful you were from all this so he had to trust you.
Nodding his head accepting that answer he moved back around to his chair sitting down "I will work on a reason for your suspension until you've well..." he seemed flustered to say the least as he cleared his throat. "I'll have Laswell make sure to come up with a decent reason to keep the other lads off your radar." You smile gratefully nodding you head. As you salute him then take your leave. You didn't realize how much you were holding your breath as you let out a shaky breath. Great...now how do you tell a Ghost that he knocked you up ? Grumbling softly you began walking to your bunker, by now, Price was probably working up a reason for your suspension so it seemed only right to pack. Perhaps maybe you'll find the right thing to say to him...why you....such a big responsibility on your shoulders and yet you have to make a choice. Yet depending on what you choose...will it be good ? Or make it worse ?
You make your way down the hall, heading to the food court where everyone was gathered, grabbing their trays of food. Seeing faces that were unfamiliar or people you recognize but never really got to know. Everyone was chatting with another. You took in the room, it was almost overwhelming. Especially the smell, god, the smell of men was potent. Was it always this musky smelling with different colognes drifting through the air. It made you want to hurl your stomach. That was when you felt a large arm drape roughly over your shoulders causing to grunt from the impact as you look up to meet a familiar blue eyes and Mohawk figure. Soap. “There you been lass ! Save a seat for ya’ !” You sigh inwardly “Jesus Christ Soap, I just got discharged-“ he seems to immediately look at you worriedly “You broken Bonnie ?” he studies you almost inspecting to find the source of your pain “Nah, I’m good. Just bit sick to the stomach” he seems to relax at that patting you gently on the shoulder and pushing you to go up to grab some food “Glad you good, had us worried there for a ‘ec, shoot, don’t think I’ve ever seen LT so panicked.” He wiggles a brow at you which makes you shrink and blush before batting his arm away as you grab a tray to pick out food. “Oh hush Soap…any news since-?” you ask curiously as you grab fruits and a salad then take a glance in his direction.
He was stacking his plate up with everything. Jesus that man could eat. It made you start to realize now that you should probably eat more than you’re used to since now you’ll be feeding for two. You decided based on the selection of food presented that you would think your stomach would tolerate is a simple chicken sandwich. Placing it on your plate Soap mumbles lowly “No…nothing. Fuck’n sucks. Feels like we just chasing shadows.” You look up at him sympathetically and toss and apple at him which he fumbles to catch yet does looking at you “You need to even out your diet Soap. Need some form of fruit or veggies in that belly of yours.” As you look down with a smirk to his tray. Boy this Scottish man can eat, not one not two BUT three sandwiches. You snort shaking your head dismissively walking toward where Gaz was seated at a table waving the two of you over. As Soap snaps back “Oi ! I’ll have you know I gotta feed my gains ! We all can’t be tiny and slender like you” he grumbles. This makes you blush, because already you felt you were more bloated than usual. Sure the bump wasn’t as pronounced if anything looked like you gained a few pounds. However, you were always athletic and physically in shape.
Taking a seat next to Gaz you smile at him, which he returns the gesture “Glad to see you well Hera. Had us all worried.” You blush and smile at him. Oh Gaz was probably secretly your favorite he was charming and sweet and absolutely the best kind of friend you could ask for. He is the definition of blood brother. You two always looked after each other and you were the one who mentioned his name to Price so there was a mutual friendship long before the taskforce. “Sorry for making you worry…by the way where’s Ghost ?” you cock your head looking at both men. They seem to frown at the mention of his name but Soap finally answers “Honestly…’aven’t seen him much lately…LT been very weird lately. But I bet he’ll be happy to see you up and about,” he pats your shoulder playfully smirking at you. You laugh softly. Eventually you finally begin eating, guess they seem oblivious to asking why you fainted which you were glad. They knew exactly how to make you relax, between their bickering and story telling they made you relax and feel normal and forget about the looming secret growing.
Immediately your instinct is to reach to your thigh where you usually wore your strap holding your dagger but of course. You were literally butt naked. Turning fully to look at the figure, you realize it’s none other than Ghost. You breathe out a sigh “Fuckin’ hell Ghost. Why you have to be such a creep !” you hiss out in an annoyance after nearly being scared trying to soothe your heart rate down as you look at his eyes rake over you. “You need to sharpen your awareness then. Could’ve been anyone.” He says seriously, his arms crossed over his chest looking at you. Now not only were you flustered but him correcting you at the moment really triggered you as you snap, “Well I shouldn’t need to be on guard on base !” you glare at him, yet he doesn’t so much as seem bothered by your features. Instead he approaches you, moving closer as he looks down at you. Your back pressed into the edge of the sink as he leans forward-
The day went by so quickly, you went with the boys to shoot some rounds, finally approved by your friend to hold a rifle to shoot some rounds. Of course, your aim is flawless when holding your favorite rifle It made you feel normalize in your life. After that you decided be best to take a shower as there are so few women on this base, and most the building was set up for men, you’d often wait until late as possible to be able to shower in peace. Taking a change of clothes and a towel you enter the shower room setting your bag down and undressing. Immediately your eyes scan over your naked form, for now you showed no signs. In fact you still looked sleek and fit. Yet you knew the wiser. Glancing at the side of your profile, you immediately felt insecure, the idea your body will change and expand that you’ll put on weight made you shiver. Tearing your eyes from the mirror you step into a shower stall and turn on the water. The gushing of cold hits your hand as you wait for it to warm up, now normally your body could handle such, but now you felt it was too cold to tolerate. Even with your body barely been pregnant long it already seems to be shifting to accommodate this unborn form.
You step under the warmth of the water letting it glide over your body. Its almost cleansing feeling the water graze over your body, as you comb your fingers through your scalp down to the end of your hair length. You began rubbing yourself with your bar of soap and sponge taking your time to clean yourself fully. Once you finished you turn off the water and wringing out your hair before reaching for your towel. The bathroom room was now full of your shower steam as it fogged the mirrors. You stood in front of one of them with your towel wrapped around, leaning closer you use your hand, in a circular motion to clear off the fogged mirror only to see a skull mask looking directly at you.
Ghosts POV
When they heard you over the comms tell them your spot been compromised he felt horrified that they wouldn’t have been able to get back to you on time and would’ve found you dead. Yet instead, they found you losing your stomach. It was all weird. You were if anything the most toughest women he’s met aside from Laswell, and that speaks volume. You were someone he let his guard down with, without regret. He didn’t mind showing you his darkest side, his pain, his reminders, and face. You took him in. You acknowledged him. You were patient with him too which is something he respected about you. You were someone who carried them self with such maturity, purity, and selflessness. And he…stupidly took advantage of that. From that night.
The minute you began to faint, he was immediately lunging to your side and catching you before you hit the ground. Judging by your state, didn’t seem like you were wounded extremely. Maybe some bruising. However, he found it unusual that you were losing your stomach after killing a man. I mean, everyone’s done stuff that made them sick, but he’s seen you calm and collected stabbing a man in the neck when you were lunged at one time during a mission. He always found you resilient so seeing you this sensitive seemed odd. Soap disrupted his thoughts looking down at your passed out form “Oi, Bonnie !” he immediately checked your pulse yet he knew wiser “She ‘s alright Soap. Just fainted from the looks of it.”
He then reaches to his vest still cradling her in his arms as he radios in the help, “Nikolai, bring the helo to RV. Coming in hot, Hera fainted.” He immediately picks you up bridal style, despite wearing a vest and armor you were still light. He nods his head, “Keep up Soap” as he already begins running to the rendezvous. Upon seeing the chopper lower, you began to stir in his arms and mumbles hoarsely “I-Im good. You can put me down Ghost.” He doesn’t even look down at you saying deeply “Didn’t look that way Sargent.” Yet you protest more, which he relents to setting you carefully onto the ground. His hands honestly wanted to linger over you longer but Soap came in supporting you with your arm over his shoulder “Aye ! Glad to have you back Bonnie. Gave us quite a scare !” he shouts over the loud chopper blades as they both walk in sync to load in.
Ghost lingers a good distance scanning their surroundings before getting into the chopper. He sits across from you, his eyes not leaving your frame. You seem distant... Like your mind was elsewhere yet you tried to remain present in the moment. He couldn’t help but try to read you as you made your best attempt to assure everyone you’re fine. But he could see otherwise. The way your eyes fluttered, how you forced a fake smile that seemed to work on others but couldn’t fool him. He also couldn’t help but notice how your hand instinctively went to touch your stomach.
He squinted his eyes, ‘Did you get hit in the stomach ? Is she hurt ? She didn’t seem bothered when I had my hand there carrying her.’ All these thoughts ran through his mind during the whole flight back. Once they finally returned, you of course tried to brush off that you were fine, yet Ghost wasn’t having it. You were off. He could feel it. He simply gave you a stern look and a sharp tone, “No. You’re getting checked up. End of discussion Sargent.” This made you flinch with his tone, but he had no choice. You wouldn’t have listened to reason no matter how much Soap begged or even asked you. However one thing he did admire you for, as a soldier, you always obeyed orders. You made your way to the med base, his eyes never leaving you as he wanted to make sure you actually headed that direction, yet Soap pulled him from his line of sight. “Gee, LT, didn’t have to be all ‘trict on ‘er.” Ghost side glances Soap with a slight brow raise. Then huff. “I don’t care. She needed to be told. She listened. ‘nough said” Taking his leave before Soap could say anything else he needed to get his mind off you.
Now he stands in front of you, with you barely covered before him. This was different. He could see the traces of bruising form on your shoulder. One was peeking just above your cleavage. His eyes took you in as your drenched form stood in front of him shying away from his line of sight as he was so close to you. He’d give anything to feel you again like before especially as you stand here practically exposed to him. Yet, as much as he wanted to give into his temptations... “I ‘ear you been askin’ ‘round for me,” his eyes scan between yours as you seem to gulp at this, obviously indicating it was true. “But now you loss for words ?” you bite the inside of your cheek, obviously he hit a nerve. Cocking a brow as he saw the strength in your eyes that always made him honestly want to give in. You spoke-“I was….there was something I wanted to tell you,” he tilted his head to the side narrowing his eyes a bit then nods “Well what is it ?” He takes a step back from you, his broad arms crossed as he gazes down at you.
He was leaning close to your ear, you were trembling before him, your hands out pressing onto his hoodie chest. His heart rate spiked from under your touch. Your lips said one thing but your body said something else. He watched you that day talk excitedly about seeing your boyfriend. Yet, he finds you a mess with tear stains avoiding everyone. He knew. He bloody fucking knew it. Your boyfriend was everything he hated and would even compare to as his own father. You who fought everyday, gave yourself willingly, everything as an amazing women and girlfriend. Only for that selfish prick to break it. It boiled him. To see you this way, you were their light. To see you so diminished was something he'd tear the world to bring that shine out in you. He leaned close to your ear “Say the word love. I’m here.” Your eyes looked up at him, oh those doe eyes. He would surrender to that sight in a heartbeat.
You were his weakness…
...but he also learned to see you were also his strength. You mouth slowly began to parts your eyes seemed to show a since of strength ‘Fuck…even when broken she stands strong. This women…’ he didn’t waste a minute crashing his lips onto your trembling lips. They were so plump and soft. You tasted salty from your tears, which he sucked away but the lingering taste of cherry from your lips made him want to devour you more. His hand sneaked down still holding under your chin, while the other unlatched from above the doorframe to rest on your hip. Pulling you closer to him, he could feel your hand slowly slide up his bicep to his neck. The sensation feeling of your soft fingers fleeting over it made him more riled. He immediately let go of his hold on your chin and opened the door to your bunker. He guides you in his hand pushing you in at your hips as he almost guides you to your bed in the corner. You stop just in front of the bed, his hands cupping your cheeks and neck kissing you more fiercely. You’re the one to make the first move, during the intense heat, you begin tugging at his belt loop. He can feel it. Yet-
Being practically naked gripping your towel around your dripping body was definitely not how you imagined telling him about being pregnant, however, maybe you can ask something else- “What happened a month ago... do you regret it ?” perhaps getting some kind of answer will bring out the courage to tell him. You watch for any kind of shift in his eyes yet you barely see much. However his eyes does narrow in on you, you wonder if he sees you’re dodging what’s the real reason you’ve been asking around of his absence. Just when your mind was planning to handle whatever response he gives, everything hit you like a bullet into a vest-
Wrong, because less then two days later he was making his way to the Captains office, knocking on it and telling him of his arrival. With the Captain deeply grunting to come in. What he wasn’t expecting was to see the Captain, stressed ? The man looked exhausted like he was fighting a battle of some sort. He looked as if he was atlas holding the world over his shoulder, every muscle tensed and jaw clenched using every ounce of power to keep going. Then when the Captains eyes met his, and the words came out, Ghost world came shattering. “Y/n, has quit the taskforce…” his eyes went wide, he was a man to hide any emotions but this…he wasn’t expecting you to up and leave. Did you even say bye to everyone? Were you crying your eyes out when you decided it ? But the one question that bothered in the back of his mind was; Was it because of HIM ?
He grunts a bit “Was a one time thing.” His eyes unwavering and stoic as if this is such a silly subject to be bringing up as he decided it was best to burn this bridge before his feelings got worse for you. He could not allow this to become more. He promised- now swore he’ll never get attached and he stupidly did. It was obvious for Soap to see, and if that was the case, how many others would notice too ? “It meant nothing Sargent. We both needed an escape. If this is what you wanted to waste my time for than we are done.” ‘Fuckin’ ‘ell, that should do it…’ he thought to himself, yet what he didn’t expect was to see the tears daring to form in your eyes he simply just stood there, your little fists were gripping the towel so tight your knuckles were white and your jaw was clenched. Yet, he didn’t stop there. He should have. “You’re a burden to this team…we don’t need dead weight. If you can’t get better than your no use to this team.” He said it…damages done.
The words hurt him just as much as it seemed to have hurt you. But instead of lashing out, which honestly he would have preferred you do then maybe he would’ve taken back his words. You… just stood there silent. It was worse than a ticking bomb going off. Your eyes were blazing with anger and he can see your tears wanting to crash down yet you suck in a deep breath, he honestly was expecting the worse, and you just went to grab your stuff. You began changing you didn’t even care if he would be watching or not, of course he wouldn’t dare instead was looking at the sinks only daring to listen to you as you shuffle. In matter of minutes you were dressed, holding your bag about to leave, you hand on the handle yet you stop. Looking at him ,‘Fuck…now I’ve done it. Price gonna rem me for it now’ he thought but instead you look at him with that same strength in your eyes “Good night Lieutenant.” It came out sharp he could hear it the slight venom in it but he didn’t so much aa react. He stupidly just stood there side glancing you before you finally took your leave. He then gazes back at the mirror, seeing his reflection he hated what he was seeing in himself but it had to be done. Maybe when you’ve cooled your head he’ll approach you differently. Perhaps these words would encourage you to do better. Perhaps now he won’t distracted by your alluring presence. Right-?
Summary of this Series : Dating Ghost has it's ups and downs, you both are busy with your jobs(you work at the ER) . Some days it takes a toll on you during his leaves. You live peacefully nonetheless and always happy when he returns, because no matter what, nothing bad would ever happen to you...right ?
1. You're Mine 2. All Those Who Suffer 3. Hang On 4. The Unexpected 5. Home is Wherever You Go 5.5. Longing for You 6. Gone 7. Back to You 8. Home at Last 9. All I Ever Wanted
Undercover
Summary for Series: You're an undercover CIA, your job has always been to extract information from your targets to report back to Laswell. This time, things are different you'll be working with a team called 141, yet everything seemed to fall apart, you've become compromised and endangered. Now you have to have a babysitter to keep you safe, yet, it turns to something else~
1. Last Time 2. Little Goddess 3.Too Close for Comfort 4.
Meeting Death
Summary for Series : By chance meeting, you thought you come face to face with Death itself, yet he goes by Ghost. Your first meeting is heated...but over time it becomes a change of pace for both you and him. Yet everything has their consequences, and Ghost has to accept the consequences for bringing you into it.
1. Big Tree 2.
My Choice Our Consequence
Summary for Series: You're a sniper/medic, part of the team 141. Everyone considers you their light, however, your light has diminished and has started taking a toll on the rest of the team because of a choice you made...now you have to face the consequences of your actions and live with that reminder forever..1.The Consequence 2. Big News to All (Part 1) 3. Big News to All (Part 2) 4. Covering Bases 5. Trusting in You Safety
Upcoming Stories
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Summary for Series : You as a reader will play a character. Your character was held in a laboratory and was made into a project. That project left you with a unique ability to shapeshift into a wolf. You'll be joining the taskforce 141 slowly working alongside them. Over time you'll confide more with Ghost. But also, things from the past will start to show up and that puts things at risk for your missions and yourself.
Silence the Reaper
Summary for Series: You’re a Captain of a team called the Silencers, you’ve been assigned to join forces with 141, yet lead an entirely different team, consisting of a man who looks like death himself-Ghost. Will this new team dynamic be a pain or a blessing ?
Ride or Die
Summary for Series : There’s something about bikes that Ghost can’t really explain, only something other riders would understand, but none have come close. That was until he met…you(female reader). You become someone not only, does he find solace in your company that turns into a unique bond beyond companionship but someone much more that he’d go above and beyond to die for...
Never Miss A Beat
Summary for Series: Reader is a contemporary dancer and performer, entertaining people from across the world with your shows. Unexpectedly gets hired to perform at a military base for soldiers. Little did you expect to get the attention of a mysterious solider. Whether for lust of your moves and performance, you become just as hungry for his touch...
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Summary for Series: You're a Captain of a team called the Silencers, you've been assigned to join forces with 141, yet lead an entirely different team, consisting of a man who looks like death himself-Ghost. Will this new team dynamic be a pain or a blessing ?
Summary for Series: By chance meeting, you thought you come face to face with Death itself, yet he goes by Ghost. Your first meeting is heated...but over time it becomes a change of pace for both you and him. Yet everything has their consequences, and Ghost has to accept the consequences for bringing you into it.
Summary for Series: Reader is a contemporary dancer and performer, entertaining people from across the world with your shows. Unexpectedly gets hired to perform at a military base for soliders. Little did you expect to get the attention of a mysterious solider. Whether for lust of your moves and performance, you become just as hungry for his touch...
Summary for Series: There's something about bikes that Ghost can't really explain, only something other riders would understand, but none have come close. That was until he met...you(female reader). You become someone not only, does he find solace in your company that turns into a unique bond beyond companionship but someone much more that he'd go above and beyond to die for....
Summary: By chance meeting, you thought you come face to face with Death itself, yet he goes by Ghost. Your first meeting is heated...but over time it becomes a change of pace for both you and him. Yet everything has their consequences, and Ghost has to accept the consequences for bringing you into it.
Expectations: Smut (18+Only), Kissing, Licking, Teasing, mentions of Alcohol, Pet Naming, Cursing, and more.
Pet-Name: "Doe", I felt this was a suitable pet name because well, female deer, innocent, bubbley eyes. Fitting ain't it ?
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Ghost was focusing on the shelf of liquor before him, already irritable after a failed mission. Just when he thought his night couldn't get any more worse after learning his flat had no available liquor, he couldn't bloody find his favorite bottle on the shelf. He was grumbling with anger studying the spot his favorite liquor would be...that was until he felt someone run into him which he thought would make it more worse until he looked down upon....you
You were in such a rush to find some liquor to drink away the feelings you've had and how tired you were, that you didn't even register the man in front of you until you ran face smack into him. You rub your face, mumbling to yourself "S-Sorry..." But you voice hitches looking up to seeing his large looming figure, a skull balaclava covering his face. Wearing a black hoodie and black cargo pants. If you were drunk you would've thought he was Death himself ready to take you. Your eyes met his slightly slitted eyes, they were dark and almost hypnotizing as you snapped into focus again. "Didn't see you there...my apologies" in that moment you wanted to slap your face...How could I not see him ?! He's a big as a tree ? His towering figure would make anyone crumble to their knees yet, here you are looking up at him as if he was God himself.
Ghost studied you intently, he wasn't used to people not noticing him. Usually people would dodge him the minute he entered a room, yet here you were saying you didn't even see him...you truly piqued his interest now. " 'S alright, shouldn't have looked like a tree ya ?" A small smirk crosses his face under his mask, as his insides were reeling wondering who the hell he was almost like he was flirting with a women he just, well, got bumped into. His eyes wonder down from your hair to you toe, you were average height, seemed to be fit yet, with nice inviting curves. His eyes landed on the laminated cards attached to your coat, as he recognized them, noting you were in the medical field.
You laughed softly, it was airy and inviting, "Maybe...but I shouldn't make it a habit to run into trees either." Your eyes wander to where he was looking at as she cocked her head slightly nodding to the shelf "Grabbing a drink ?"
He had almost forgotten he was originally glaring at the shelf for not having his favorite drink as he had his hands clenched slightly, mumbling "Can't find my bloody whiskey anywhere..."
It took every part of you not to giggle, seeing a man so upset to not find his particular drink made it seem almost adorable to you..."Well what was your favorite drink ? Perhaps I could suggest something similar to it ?"
His eyes were glaring daggers at the shelf that when you offered your suggestion his head sharply snapped back to you, his eyes slightly slitting unsure what to make of this interaction...he wasn't used to interacting with a civilian, especially one willing to stay around longer. He gave a curt nod, accepting your help as he told you what his favorite liquor was.
Hearing him tell you, his favorite liquor, it didn't surprise you actually, having used to work at a pub while studying in medical school, you knew how to make a drink and you were good at finding drinks that would meet someone's tastes. You carefully scanned your eyes over the options even so much as sliding in front of him to scan closer at the variety of brands of liquor on shelf. You could feel his eyes watching your every move, almost like a lion watching their prey try to tiptoe out of view.
Almost like a dance, your fingers seem to make gentle airy movement over the liquor, as he watched with his arms folded as you eventually touch a bottle scanning at it, pursing your perfect lips and furrowing your adorable eyebrows. He almost chuckled to himself, how amused and dedicated you were to finding a drink. Snapping back to focus, you had finally picked up a bottle, handing it to him holding it in your small hands as he looks at you as you spoke "This one is similar in taste to yours... however with a hint of sweetness." Your eyes gazing back up at him with his eyes heavily studying you, made you want to gulp under his stare. However, you did not let his gaze waver you considering he didn't seem like a bad guy. After realizing you were still holding onto the bottle despite him reaching to grab it, you finally withdrew feeling his gloved hands brush up against yours, almost causing a tingle up your whole arm.
This wasn't at all the night he was expecting however he thoroughly enjoyed your warm presence. It was definitely a change of pace Better than Johnny's annoying jabbering he thought to himself. Everything about you seemed inviting, he would kill to know you more and touch your gorgeous body, the thought made him blush, which he was grateful for still wearing a mask as he grumbled to himself. You were tempting, he wanted to once let himself go. In which he said the unthinkable, something he doesn't even know he had said except the fact you looked up at him in surprise from the sudden question..."Would you let me take you home ?" He cursed himself wanting to kick himself for even asking obviously knowing it was dead of night and it would be foolish of anyone to walk with someone like him, and yet he hoped maybe the two of you can put each other at ease.
The sudden question surprised you for sure, you didn't even realize how wide your eyes were to him or how long you were in a trance of shock. Sure, the idea of seeing what's under that think leather jacket and inside those....STOP IT y/n. Composing yourself, you took a soft shakey breath, giving off a smile you couldn't hide. "I'd love that."
A beat...
You swear your heart could be heard all throughout the store and that your face was as bright as the red stop light. It seemed like everything around the two of you had froze and it was just the two of you. Finally snapping out of the haze, you cleared your throat walking briskly past him "W-Well... probably should start walking back, don't want to keep you late." Glancing back at him, as he was fully facing you, still holding the bottle as he nodded his head "I am in no rush." His deep voice making you shiver, you thought he'd be more scarier but he almost was tempting.
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The walk to your place was probably the most silent and peaceful walked you've had in a long time. Despite passing by a bunch of men who seemed drunk at a pub, none bothered you like before. You frowned curiously surprised no one tried to go after you, that was until you remembered who was lurking behind you like your shadow. Honestly, you sometimes forgotten he was following you and that you had offered him to come to your place. You humored the idea of suggesting he get a bell because he was beyond silent, despite his large size, his steps were quiet. When you finally came to your duplex condo, it had a gate to enter into your little front yard, with a porch. Making your way to the door, you slotted your key into the key hole before opening the door and hitting the lights. Opening the door enough for him to enter as well as you hung your coat on your coat hanger.
The room lit up, Ghost studied the room, in front was a rustic living room, a love seat couch, and a chair to the opposite side, in front was a little fireplace tucked in the corner where in front was a tv. Judging by the decor and how updated the place was he could tell, you had fine taste and obviously had no issues with money. He glanced into the direction of the kitchen seeing that it was large as well, even the appliances were huge. He noted to himself Bloody hell, for her size, you'd think she feeding the whole neighborhood with that bloody ass fridge. Eyes glancing at you seeing you now only in your top, jeans and heels he now was given more view of your body structure. Watching you make your way into the kitchen as he follows somewhat keeping his distance as you open a cupboard, leaning up against the counter to grab some cups to drink out of. While you were leaning forward on your tiptoes, he couldn't help but look down at your perfectly shaped ass...the thought made him twitch as you seemed to be struggling a lot longer to reach the cups. Sighing, setting the bottle down onto the counter, he comes up behind you grabbing the cups you were trying to get.
In that moment you really felt smaller, looking up to see his outstretched arm over yours, grabbing the cups effortlessly, as you felt his chest press gently onto your back. You prayed to the gods (even though you weren't religious) that he did not feel how hot your body had become or that his close proximity sent a shiver down your whole body, biting down onto your lip to not let a soft gasp escape. Looking up (regretfully) your eyes made contact with his dark eyes now that you both are closer, seeing his blonde eyelashes squint down at you. Almost like neither of you had blinked you worked up the courage to let out a soft low voice "T-Thanks..." You watch as he sets the cups down in front of you, feeling his arms brush up against your side. You're not sure how long you were staring at the cups, until you felt his hand turn your cheek gently already heated more than ever as you felt his breath near your ear. Before you could process, his lips were pressed onto yours, engulfing you into a heated sensation. It was warm and addictive. His kisses was swallowing and sucking your core, your eyes fluttering, as you felt his hand travel down your neck. You didn't even realize he had removed his glove, and you were feeling his bare hands trace down your throat down your shoulder to the other side of your waist. Barely processing you turn yourself into the kiss, feeling him urge you to face him. Looking up at him, your eyes fluttered up to meet his bare face, your eyes were hazey from the heated passion, unable a chance to take in his features. Trailing your fingers down his wide chest that tensed under your touch.
By God did he have no control over his actions around you, the way your ass looked from a far, to feeling the heat radiate off your body, he couldn't resist it. It was like your body was calling him, whispering to him to touch. So he did...he didn't even care to show his face to you, mind focusing on the passion. For once, he wanted to let go, forget about everything, for once, he wanted to be Simon. The kiss was so warm, your lips soft and plump, his hands caressed down your clothed body as he began to tug on your top wanting to see more. You seemed to allow, without so much as waiting for a verbal approval he slid up your top now exposing your bra that cupped your perfectly formed breasts and cleavage. Gripping the outside, under your breast he slowly trailed his hand down past your ass, lifting you up at your thighs onto the kitchen counter. Carefully to not hurt your head. He felt you claw to tug on to his shirt as he obliged with this lifting it over his head as his bare chest pressed closer to you, feeling your legs wrap around his waist once more.
You thought you guys wouldn't take a breath, it was so intense, moving so effortlessly through this heated passion. Your hands tracing over his bare chest, feeling his wounds of many kind, your mind wondering as you kissed Are these....battle wounds ? What kind of man is he ? Despite your curiosity behind these markings, you were too engrossed with the passion.
Ghost was already wanting to take this to the next level, as he lifts you up, feeling your arms hold tight around his neck, as he carried you up to your main bedroom. Once inside, having shut the door behind him he lays you down onto your back in the bed, as he looks down at you. Seeing you on your back made something in him tug more, finding your body more submissive and drooling. Running his hands up your legs to your thighs he squeezes your ass making you arch your back, letting out a soft gasp. He takes this opportunity to remove your pants sliding them off completely, looking down at you hungrily seeing your exposed body in panties. Leaning down watching you stomach rise and fall he leaves soft kisses trailing down, your hands touching his cropped blonde hair as he worked his way to your panties. He tugs on them with his teeth as you feel his breath against you, shivering under him as he pushes it to the side revealing your already wetness. He growls softly "Already eager lovie ?" He chuckles to himself finding you quite the treat, as he grins at you, the darkness and the moon glistening on his bare skin. He leans back down as you let out a louder breathless moan feeling his tongue work over your clit.
"F-Fuck..." You shiver out moaning, your nails gripping the sheets feeling his tongue tease your neglected clit sucking it feeling it get more wet. Your body shiver and tense from him eating you out, his head burying in between your legs. You arch your back more pressing your head into the mattress, you legs slightly shivering from his lapping tongue. Feeling his breath puff onto you just was sending your body into a spiral of feelings, you could feeling your walls clinch as he pushes his tongue into them. You let out a louder moan "Ahh ! Fuck...r-right there !" You whimpered a bit unable to control what came from your mouth, you could feel him smile against you. Made your stomach tighten feeling this immense pleasure, so much, you than felt him slide to fingers into you, unexpectedly, it felt like your body was high and you clinched the sheets even tighter. He chuckles softly "'Atta girl, lemme taste you doe" he says with a slur, as you pant more tossing your head to the side almost fighting the climax. Yet, in your failed attempt you done so, how could you win ? He was thrusting his fingers into unrelenting, your body not used to such an aggression yet it was addictive. Your thighs were shivering, and before you knew it, you climaxed letting out a loud shakey moan.
Finally making you reaching climax, was far more rewarding than Ghost had expected. Seeing your body twitch and arch from the release of the pleasure made him twitch more with hardness. You were truly better than any whiskey he's drank. He licks at your wetness and leaking cunt, tasting you as he removed his fingers from your insides. Looking down at you almost limp body, was more drawing as you were panting looking up at him with innocent eyes. He smirked "You taste delicious doe, tell me, are you aching for me to destroy that cunt ?" it was husky as he leans over your body pressing his already bulging and throbbing self against your cunt grinding against you. It causes your body to push up on him, almost seeming to want to stay close to him. Now you've really sent him over the edge, he stepped off the bed looking down at your spiraled out body. Unbuckling his belt before dropping his pants and boxers, revealing his large hard member. Seeing your eyes widen and cunt tighten made him smirk more as he hears you whisper in a whimper "I-It's so big...." He hovers over your body grinding his bare throbbing member against your wet cunt as he rubs his hands up your thighs, waist, to caress your breasts...you perfectly designed ones. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle doe, I promise I won't break ya" . He looks down back at where your cunt and his throbbing member were rubbing as he felt you grip his arm, looking down at you surprised. "N-No...I want it hard." This really made him throb as he gentle closes his hands around your throat "Say that again..." ...this time your eyes glistening as you lean up closer to his face panting still as you gentle trace your nail up his biceps to his neck. "Fuck. Me. Hard." You say with such strength, it make him shiver.
Mustering who knows where the courage to talk like that, you felt yourself become smaller as he towered over you small body. In an instant, he flipped you onto your stomach, so effortlessly, you couldn't believe how strong he was. Your hair whipped to the side as you felt him pull your ass up and back to the edge of the bed. Eyes searching for him behind you, you see his large hands grip at your hips flesh, feeling him lean down grabbing one of your wrists and putting them behind you as he puts his face near your ear whispering "You're going to regret that tomorrow..." before you could say something, you felt him push his large member into you with such strength, your walls felt like they were going to break as your one hand clawed the sheets and the other your own hand which he was pinning down with. You hear him groan out a little "Fuckin hell, you're tight...you've been deprived little doe" you shiver, your walls adjusting to his size as he holds himself there for a minute letting your walls adjust, until he began thrusting. It was a moderate pace, feeling him slap himself into you with each push sending you over the edge, you moan out louder each inch he pushes "Yes ! F-Fuck !...." You let out breathlessly moans each thrust he makes. The pace begins to quicken as he doesn't let your walls fully adapt to his large member.
Eventually he lets go of your wrists moving up to your throat gently pulling you up to look at him. Looking down at you, made him crave you more as his pace quickened and feeling you arch up against to his back...really sparked it more. Everything about you made him grave and lavish your whole body. How your eyes glistened looking up at him as he hits deep into your cunt, the way your lips are parted moaning out and panting with exhaustion and lust, how your body shook from each thrust. For once...he was enjoying himself, letting himself truly go. Sure he's had his past flings with other women, it was okay to satisfy his needs...but no...something about YOU made him itch for more. Leaning down he kissed you more cupping under your chin, his thrusts still hitting hard.
You were in an entire bliss state, running your hand down his back, feeling every grave of a scar. He truly was a handsome man, you could get used to this. His thrusts hurt, but felt so good. It was painfully addicting. Deep down you knew your body was be sore everywhere, every inch made you ache, your legs trembled as he continued to hit your spot. Moaning through kisses, until he stopped looking at you, how his eyes loomed over your body. Pressing your head back into the bed as you could feel him throbbing against your walls, it was sensational, you walls were clinching around his large shaft already numbing from the rubbing of your walls.
Ghost didn't know how long he was going for, but he felt himself throb uncontrollably making a rough thrust before releasing himself into your womb. You moaned out loudly your body shivering as he can feel himself pour into you. "Fuckin 'ell that was amazing..." Looking down at your body as you seem to be catching your breath as he was too. Leaning down kissing your neck gently leaving some bite marks and then sucking them gently. You shivered panting softly as he wraps his arms around you mumbling near your ear "You're a tough little doe" you giggle breathlessly almost feeling the effects "You sure weren't kidding on being rough" he chuckles pulling himself out as you sit up slightly watching as he pulls up his boxers.
You pout a little "Leaving already?" he smirks at you "Thought I was just only supposed to escort you ?" You laugh a little but was feeling a little more tired from the whole session "I wouldn't mind if you stayed the night." He looks at you, staying in bed with you did look inviting, looking over at the clock it was late. He could probably make it back to base before afternoon. Looking back at your begging eyes he relents moving to the side of the bed as you get off to get a shirt on, before crawling back under the covers. Laying onto your side facing him, Ghost pulls you at your waist pressing you against his chest as you lay close to him. Smelling him, seeing his scars on his chest. You trace your finger over one that looked deep that was just above his heart. He didn't say a word. Feeling your touch made him drowsy and before he knew it he was fast asleep with you in his arms.
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By morning he was awake, first time he actually slept. The sun was creeping through the blinds. You were still fast asleep sprawled out on your side your shirt exposing your bare ass. The reminder of what had happened last night. He watched you breathe, the way your hair was a mess spread like a beautiful web over the pillow. You were gorgeous anyone would be stupid not to hit on you. Looking at the time he decided to get up getting his clothes from the night before on.
At some point you felt a dip in your bed mattress as you felt something linger near your cheek, fluttering your eyes open, it was him, the man you slept with, yet without a mask. He was handsome. Beautiful even, his tustled dirty blonde cropped hair, dark brown eyes, scars adorning over his nose, cheeks, brow and lip. Even with the scars he was handsome. His devilish grin made you want to melt as you look at him "Morning..." He speaks softly "Morning little doe, how you feeling ?" You stretch as he looks at you doing so, tempted to touch you again but resists his urges. "Mmm, sore..." You laugh softly as he gives you a smile "No surprise there love. I have to leave." His voice seemed disappointed as he looked you over. Your eyes looking back at him "Will I see you again ?" You sit up painfully as he studies you for a moment. "Yeah.... we'll see each other again. Give me your number." Handing you his phone after opening a contact tab for you to fill out. You do so, before handing it back to him. Looking into his eyes he looked back as you ask softly"By the way....I never got your name ?" This part Ghost dreaded yet for some reason he felt comfortable enough to tell you "Simon...Simon Riley" Saying his name on your tongue made you blush a little, he seemed pleased as well cocking his head to the side "And yours little Doe ?" Pushing a strand of your hair to the side, your breath hitches. "Y/n...y/n l/n" as he repeated it, smirking a bit.
As much as he would've love to spend the day with you, he had to get back to base but he didn't tell you where or what he does still which you didn't mind. He told you to rest, since you body was very much aching from the night as he went out the door. After putting his balaclava and hoodie on, he stepped out your apartment. Glancing back at it, studying the layout, the street, your address. Everything keyed into memory hoping to return soon. For now he had work to do.
