Because in the end? Even if you do it all correct. Even if you at first donât show me any negative outwardly. Even if you tell me all things Iâm dying to hear.
Iâll never not question things. Iâll always wait for that other shoe to drop in the beginning. Iâll sit there in the silence of my night and go on spiral until only my self preservation kicks in enough and start to shrink back into my dark corner.
Because to me Iâd rather let go of something I never had than lose something I wanted. Iâd rather think the worst than know that it is true.
a/n: you have no idea how much I LOVE medic!reader so this is my spin on it đșđșđș and like private but not secret relationship with simon holy shit I live for that shit
desc: poor guy unknowingly hitting on the lieutenantâs lovely wife
warnings: descriptions of wound/gash, slight foul language
You were nose deep in your paperwork when the doors to your office opened, making you whip your head to look at the intrusion. You body relaxed at the sight of Ghost and Soap, casually walking to your desk. Tilting your head a bit, not noticing that either of them were injured so it confused you why they were visiting the medbay.
âIs everything alright?â You asked, looking up from your seated position to look at your behemoth of a husband. âYeah. Jusâ wanted to see you.â He said softly, palms on the desk and slightly leaning over it. âAnd whatâs Soap doing here?â You tilted your head to see the man behind the lieutenant, busy with his phone. Ghost crossed his arms and you could feel his annoyance radiating off his stance from the corner of your eye.
âAye, doc.â Soap greeted you as he lifted his gaze from his phone. âIâm just tagging along, got some questions to ask L.t.â
âShouldâve asked during the damn briefing.â He said, tilted his head a bit to glare at the sergeant. You knew how much your husband hated it when people interrupt the times you guys were together, since the chance to spend time with just you were rare in the chaos that happened everyday in the base. Sometimes you were confused if he was annoyed or jealoused.
âI forgot, alright..â Soap pursed his lips and scooted away a bit, to give you and Ghost some privacy. Not a lot of people knew about your marriage with Ghost, but they know you were married by the beautiful ring on your ring finger. Only the task force knew and over time, they learned the silent queues to give the both of you some space and you were incredibly grateful for that.
Ghost placed his left palm on the table and leaned in slightly, eyes laser focused on your face. âWhat is it, Si?â Your tone was heavy with exhaustion as Ghost looked down at you, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed a bit under the balaclava he wore.
âYour shift ends in a bit, right?â He brought a hand to gently cup your jaw. You nodded. âI want to take you out for dinner. You need a break, love.â He said, voice hushed as he took in your tired eyes. There was a moment of silence as you lowered you gaze to the papers on your table, before looking back at him.
âIs Soap coming along too?â You teased, fighting a smile. âGod no.â He replied right after the words left your mouth. You laughed before continuing, âItâs a date then.â A grin formed on your lips. âIt is.â You felt his warm lips over the mask as he kissed your forehead, before joining Soap to sit in one of the empty patient rooms to wait for you. The door to the room was open, so you could hear a faint conversation and Soapâs laugh while you continued your paperwork.
Not five minutes later, the doors to the medbay opened again and a soldier walked in, clutching his hand. You looked up from the paperwork and your eyes widened slightly at the blood on his hands. âWhat happened?â You immediately stood up and walked over to him, guiding him to sit in an empty room right beside your husbandâs.
âAccidentally cut my hand open while working in the garage. Itâs not as bad as it looks.â You were sitting in front of him, his palm in your hands as you carefully inspect the gash. Your eyebrows furrowed at how calm and nonchalant his tone was, so you looked up from his palm to see he was slightly smiling at you.
âYou look oddly happy for a person with a bloody hand.â You quipped before turning around, collecting a few items from the cabinet behind where you sat. The man looked down and laughed, and you could hear how- bashful it sounded. âI feel fine, doc. Like I said, it doesnât hurt as bad.â He replied, and you can hear a hint of smug in his voice.
You playfully shook your head at him as you sat back down. The fact that he wasnât brooding over the injury really calmed the tension, but you couldnât help but feel a bit off. âThankfully the cut wasnât that deep, so you donât need stitches. A few bandages will do.â He nodded, but you felt his gaze on you.
You shifted in your seat, ripping open an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound. âThis is going to sting a bit.â You said as you held the wipe.
âDonât worry, I can handle it.â The way he tried to sound cool had you cringing. The second you place down the wipe on the wound, you heard a faint hiss and you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. âYou can, huh?â You met his gaze and he avoided it by looking to the side with an embarrassed grin.
A few moments of silence later, the soldier spoke up. âSay, doc,â You hummed, focused on throwing away the wipe once you were done sterilising the wound.
âWhat would you say if I uh- if someone asked you out? Asking for a friend.â
Your face was out of his sight since you were looking down on his palm, so he didnât see you blinked slowly as you figured out why he was trying so hard to impress you. Suddenly you were aware that the chatter in the next room had gone silent, and you just knew that they were listening.
You looked up to see a faint red hue on his cheeks, and you couldnât help but let out another huff of laughter at the sight. âDid you purposefully got this wound to see me for that?â You asked jokingly as you started to wrap his palm in gauze. âWoah, no. ..but I would, if it meant I could see you again.â People asking you out wasnât something uncommon to you, but his confidence baffled you in a way. If only he knew who you were married to.
You decided to play along, curious to know where this would lead. âDoes this friend of yours.. know that Iâm married? I donât keep it a secret, you know.â You said as you raised your hand to show an outline of a ring beneath the latex gloves. He didnât say anything for a bit, eyes focused on the ring as he kissed his teeth.
âBut your husband is not here, is he? A pretty girl like you deserves to be treated somewhere nice, doc. I can take you out, tonight.â He uttered.
You felt your eye twitch and heard the chairs in the next room scraped against the floor. You tugged a bit on the gauze, making sure itâs secure. At this point you were almost done with him, so you look up to meet his gaze, but what you saw behind him made the excitement in your body skyrocket.
Thank god his back was facing the doorway, because there stood Ghost, arms menacingly crossed across his broad chest, leaning on the doorframe. Soap was beside him, his phone out and presumably recording the unfortunate moment. He even had a palm over his mouth desperately trying to supress his laughter.
An idea sparked in your head, you pursed your lips in a thin line and looked down for a bit, before meeting the soldierâs eyes again. âYou think Iâm pretty?â You replied in a low tone. God, you felt the goosebumps travelling all over your back, cringing so, so hard. He nodded eagerly and muttered, âSo pretty.â
ââŠThank you, but I donât know.. I already have a date tonight.â You feigned innocence and tilted your head. âReally?,â he scoffed. Judging from his reaction, you assumed he thought that another soldier at the base already asked you out. Well, he was right. âWhoâs the lucky fella? Is it the new private?â You playfully shrugged. âItâs him, right? he told me you rejected him..â
A bubble of laughter erupted from your stomach, both from his reply and the way Ghost stood behind him. Ghost knew well how much you liked to tease him and heâs fighting the urge to just grab the soldier and punch a hole into his goddamn face. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows, lips tugged in a confused half-smile.
âNo, no not with the private. With my husband, actually. Isnât that right, honey?â
Your gaze now landed on the figure behind the soldier, and he turned around quickly and looked up to meet Ghostâs blood curdling glare. â..L-lieutenant,â He greeted in a mix of respect and pure horror. More of the latter.
You knew Soapâs phone got a crystal clear view of the colours draining out of the poor soldierâs face, making a mental note to watch it later. His eyes widened and you could see how frigid his body had turned as Ghost walked over to your side.
âThatâs right. In fact, I think we might be late for the reservation. Youâre almost done, love?â He said softly to you, before enunciating the last word while looking straight into the soldierâs soul. His adamâs apple shifted as he gulped down the terror.
You nodded cheerily, releasing the soldierâs bandaged hand before standing up and walking over to the doorframe. âAlright, my nurse will inform you how to take care of the wound. It will take about a week to fully heal, so be careful. Take care, soldier.â You said with a bubbly tone before exciting the room to get ready to end your shift.
Now he was alone with the lieutenant in the room, minus the borderline-laughing sergeant behind the doorframe. Ghost said nothing as he continued to glare fucking daggers into the soldier and seeing him squirm in the seat, waiting for the nurse. He felt cold sweat run down his spine, eyes wide and trying hard to not look at the lieutenantâs gaze. The pure awkwardness and realisation of âI just hit on the lieutenantâs WIFEâ made him wanted to faint.
The tension was soon cut through like a knife by Ghost himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. âRest up, soldier. You have a long day tomorrow.â He said sternly as he left the room. As if he took the pressure out with him, the soldier finally let out a deep breath that he didnât realise he was holding.
A faint âbeepâ and a laughter was heard outside of the door, making the scared-shitless soldier turn around in his seat. Soap peeked his head and looked at him, a grin on his face. âYou fucked up, lad. Better warn the private too, if I was yaâ. Anâ your whole squad. Best of luck.â He spoke in amusement before walking off to find you and Ghost and letting the soldier drown in his shithole of despair.
Getting the last of the measurements and adjustments handled before seeing the pocket into the wrap. Honestly even though this has taken a lot of time due to sewing this completely by hand but I love it and Iâm proud of how itâs came out.
a pervasive and frankly borderline toxic issue in fandom these days is how popular headcanons are elevated to the status of being irrefutable canon and so insanely clung to and that when they are challenged, majority of fandom lose their damn minds and forget they was the ones to make the shit up in the first placeÂ
#im not a CANON IS END ALL BE ALL person at all#but once fandom gets locked in on a specific headcanon and they can find a way to weaponize a moral reason why it is SO#fuggetaboutit#and its EXHAUSTING to watch tbh#going into non-edit tags is like setting urself on fire#and im a FANDOM OLD and  like lol it wasnât always like this
#your headcanons might be important#they might enhance your canon experience by a fuckton#they might make all kinds of sense to you#but literally none of that makes them actual canon#LITERALLY NONE OF IT#and its exhausting to see ppl villified for not falling in line with certain headcanons
This is why I canât bring myself to be in fandoms anymore. Iâve seen people go crazy over so much stuff that they thought of and they think people MUST fall in line with it. I only talk to select friends about series that Iâm into cause I know I can talk to them and they wonât flip out on me.
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