Lieutenant!reader, who gets called in to help the 141 with an extremely taxing operation, after Laswell insisted that your set of skills will be extremely helpful for the following missions. Price accepted the temporary addition to his team immediately—an extra set of skillful hands was always needed.
Upon your arrival you greeted everyone accordingly, settling into the barracks. For the rest of your first day Soap kept attempting to get to know you, but hell you were even less talkative than Lt, just nodding along or dryly responding to his questions, your face emotionless for the entire duration of the small talk.
Then, Ghost mutters a single dry comment from the corner of the room and you smirk—fucking smirk, nearly chuckle too.
After that, Soap couldn’t stop noticing the tension between you and his Lieutenant.
The lingering eye contact during briefings. The arguments that felt too personal. The way he would stand just a little too close beside you during training, gloved hand brushing your shoulder as he corrected your stance.
“You’re overcompensating,” Ghost said one afternoon behind the shooting range.
“I’m adjusting for wind.”
“You’re adjusting badly.”
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. “Funny coming from someone who missed center twice.”
Soap felt like he was interrupting something with the way the two of you stared each other down like the rest of the world had vanished.
Later that night, he cornered Ghost near the armory.
“What's going on between ya too?”
Ghost didn’t even look up from cleaning his rifle. “Nothing.”
Ghost reassembled the magazine with slow, deliberate movements. “You imaginin’ things.”
“I’m telling you, Lt, every time she walks into a room, you both look ready to either kill each other or tear each other’s clothes off.”
That finally earned him a glare, “Drop it, Johnny.”
Soap did. Technically.
But over the next ten months, things only became more suspicious. Ghost always sat beside you during briefings. You always looked for him first after nasty fights out in the field during missions. Neither of you were affectionate, but somehow that made it worse. Every interaction carried this unbearable intensity, like a live grenade with the pin halfway pulled.
Then the operation ended with the enemy successfully neutralized.
The team crowded into a dim pub near base, Soap sat across from you and Ghost, still mentally trying to solve whatever strange thing existed between the two of you.
That’s when he noticed the silver ring on your finger, he could swear it wasn't there before.
He blinked. “Ye married?”
You took a sip of your beer. “Yeah, for a few years now."
Soap stared at you in disbelief. "Ten bloody months and ye never mentioned that?”
You only shrugged, amused, "I don't really talk about my personal life at work, MacTavish"
“What’s next?” he laughed, turning toward Ghost. “You married too, Lt?”
“Yeah,” Ghost answered calmly.
Soap barked out a laugh. “Aye, right.” He took a sip from his whiskey, "Good one, Lt"
“He’s not joking,” you said as a matter-of-factly.
Soap looked between the two of you slowly.
Everything clicked into place at once.
The staring. The arguments. The tension.
Soap rubbed his temples with one hand, speechless. “Steaming Jesus.”
Ghost leaned back in his chair, unfazed. “Took you long enough.”
playing or rewatching any resi game since having grace as a protagonist has been. fucking Crazy because it really makes me look at them like
first game there's chris redfield who has some of the craziest feats in the series and then SUPERCOP jill valentine, THEE "we have jill" VALENTINE!!!
second game we got a crazy powerful rookie that had such crazy skills the government was like "yeah come with us" because they couldn't let him be on the opposing side, and then claire redfield who showed up leon so bad it was crazy leon at least got police academy training but claire is just out the gate surviving raccoon city shooting down william birkin and in future games OUTRUNNING A HELICOPTER!!
then jumping to ethan winters who is just. i genuinely don't even know how to talk about him bc he was a regular guy that did it just for the love of his family idk what his fucking issue is but he's also genuinely insane bc he drove hours after hearing from his wife once in multiple years and immediately got to shooting infected down
and finally grace. just a regular person. yeah she's an fbi agent and has trauma but there's no mold no clones no bow's in her life, until suddenly there is, and you as the player And her as the protagonist are just like "oh my god i hate this i hate this i'm so scared oh my AHHHHH" grace is shaking in her boots, she's only fighting because it's the last choice, she's shaking holding a gun, she's not solely responsible for saving everyone like chris or jill, she doesn't do it because it's part of her job, she isn't in a job just to help people like leon, she's just a regular woman pulled into a disaster
i think that's why she's my favorite, as much as i love the others grace proves it has nothing to do with physical strength, nothing to do with bravery, just a woman trying to stay alive, trying to keep others alive. she's no claire taking out monsters and knowing exactly how and where to get a cure, she's no jill who's used to helping carry teammates through tough situations, but she still protects everyone she needed to the end just like them
Dewdrop: *singing* ~Hush, little laptop, don’t you cry.~
Dewdrop: ~Papa’s gonna find you some more Wi-Fi.~
Dewdrop: ~And if that Wi-Fi doesn’t work…~
Dewdrop: ~Papa will destroy the fucking Earth.~
Phantom: - who sabotaged the Wi-Fi to punish Rain for playing retro online games instead of paying attention to him - ⊙ _ ⊙
⠀ᨳ(｡ ˘ ³(´ ˘ `｡) . ⊹ ⠀ ݁ ૢ 𓂃˖ eighteen plus only. 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑!𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . . . his large warm hands suddenly clamp down on your hips, stilling your rocking completely. you’re on top, taking every thick inch of him, and he doesn’t let you move. he just wants you to sit there, filled to the brim with him, while his gaze drinks you in. his thumbs draw slow, lazy circles on the supple skin of your hips, a stark contrast to the unyielding fullness of him deep inside you.
a minute ago he was pounding into you, the rhythmic slap of your bodies echoing in the room as he chased your orgasm, his cock repeatedly bruising your cervix. but now, he just wants to pause. to feel. he can feel that spongy little knot of nerves deep inside you that the head of his cock is nudging, a promise of the pleasure he can give you even in stillness. he just wants to admire the beautiful woman he somehow managed to get on top of him, the one he could finally call his.
the age gap between you two is always enough to turn heads whenever you’re out doing things together, you in your mid-twenties and him pushing fifty, but god, it only turns you on more. you’ve always loved older men. guys your own age felt like fumbling boys; they could never satisfy you, never in the way leon has. he’s one of a kind, and you fully intend on keeping him forever. it might sound silly to anyone else, but you’ve never been more serious about anything in your life.
his voice, a low and gravelly rumble, pulls you out of your thoughts. “fuck, baby, i could stay buried in you all day, with no complaints.” his hands slide from your hips, moving up your stomach to cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your already hard nipples. “she was made just for daddy, huh?”
you let out a soft, breathy sigh at the feeling, leaning into his touch. “mhm, just for you. nobody else.”
a slow, impossibly smug smirk spreads across his face. he loves when you’re little miss possessive right back.
Duuuuuude its so cool how you made ur car go 2 mph faster and sound like it was taking a shit... I bet it was pretty expensive, to make your car sound like it was poopshitting and farting whenever you accelerate slightly. Thats so cool.
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