You were sitting at home, waiting patiently for Simon to get home from his leave.
It had been just over two weeks, and it was supposed to only be a week and a half. It kind of worried you, but you felt like there would’ve been a call or something from someone, so that kind of eased your mind.
You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, chewing on your lip when you hear the whir of a vehicle pulling in, sounding like the one from the Task Force. Why was it that? Why not Simon’s truck?
You frowned slightly, confused. You checked the window, looking through the blinds to see Soap getting out of the passenger seat. What was going on? Your heart dropped slightly.
You quickly made your way downstairs, your body feeling hot with anxiety as you opened the door before Soap could even knock, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
“Bonnie, wha’?” he started, but before he could finish, you broke him off.
“Where’s Simon?”
His face seemed to fall at that, causing your heart to fall even further.
“Johnny. Where is he.”
It was a demand that time, and he knew it.
“I’m so sorry, bonnie… wish I didnae ‘ave to tell ye this…”
That caused small tears to brim in your eyes.
“Johnny, where is he?” you pleaded, looking back at the vehicle to see Price sitting solemnly in the drivers seat, looking back at Soap in a panic.
“He go’… he go’ caught inna shootout…” he finally said, wincing slightly when he saw how your face fell instantly.
“We tried savin’ ‘im. Couldn’…” he sighed, sounding sorry as he wrapped his arms around you.
This was a dream, right? You would wake up, happily snuggled in Ghosts arms because he came back as a surprise.
But the look in Soaps bright eyes were dimmed, as if something had been torn away.
You choked out a sob, tears slowly rolling down your face.
“‘m so sorry, hen… he loved ye so much…” he murmured, his own voice sounding choked and strained.
“Wanted ye t’ave these.” Soap said, sighing shakily as he reached into his pocket, pulling out Simons dog tags.
You broke instantly seeing the sight, sobbing quietly. You took the metal into shaky hands, running a thumb across the tag that had his name. The last name you wanted, were going to get in just a few months.
i cant stop thinking about running through a forest or something with the 141 and playing hide and seek tag with them.
i’d like to say that you and Soap team up (unless one of you are it), helping each other up in trees or running around together and giggling like little kids. Gaz occasionally tags along for a little bit before he eventually either gets caught, lost, or left behind. Price gets annoyed when he’s it and you two idiots are just giggling and running away. Ghost just doesn’t bother until he catches you both off guard.
when you’re it, Soap is the easiest to find since you know how he thinks; you both think the same since you help each other out. Gaz is second, Price being third and nine times out of ten, you all give up playing when it comes to finding Ghost. Man is literally going all out so he doesn’t get caught.
when Gaz is it, he almost always goes to try and find you and Soap first, just because he knows that it’s almost always impossible to. He gives up and goes to find Price, then he catches you. You give him hints on where Soap is, just giggling the whole time because you know damn well where he is. Ghost, you don’t even try.
Soap is the same as you. He goes to find you, knowing how you play and all the ways you think before you both team up again and find Price and Gaz. Gaz always throws a hissy fit because he’s found easily almost every time. Soap goes to try and find Ghost, but give up and call out end game and that Ghost wins. He always seems to teleport to where you are.
when Price is it, he’s pretty good at finding you and Soap, having gotten used to it. he first finds Gaz, then you and Soap, but again, gives up trying to find Ghost after like, fifteen minutes. he’s agitated when you and Soap taunt him in the trees, laughing like little kids when you climb in the trees. he doesn’t try to get you when your up.
when Ghost is it, it’s almost scary. it’s like getting chased around in a horror movie. First of all, this man is 6’4 (in my head) and is just huge in general, but is almost deathly silent when he’s “hunting”. He easily finds Gaz, then Price, and eventually catches Soap. You climb up a tree to try and get away, but Ghost is right up behind you faster than you got up the tree. he grabs your ankles, pulling you down and tossing you on the ground (not to hurt, of course) while he wins the game in under ten minutes, not even. everyone agrees it’s unfair and debates on not letting him be it, but he just wins for some reason and no one likes it.
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish who enjoys it when he fucks you in places that you could EASILY be caught in.
under the cut
Like, imagine it being late in the barracks, the walls paper thin, and he had you folded over on your back, your heels next to his head. He keeps taunting you as he plows his thick, fat cock into your tight, sweet little pussy. “Shh, bonnie… yer gon’ keep quiet, yea’? Not gon’ make a sound fer me…” he mumbles in your ear, biting down on your neck to keep himself quiet.
If you get too loud, he shoves his fingers in your mouth, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. “‘S bad, hm? Too loud. Ev’ryone else ‘s already asleep. Let ‘em rest.” he huffs, his other hand going to wrap around your throat. He squeezes once, just to remind you that you’re below him, that he has all the power over you.
If he’s ever pent up during the day, he finds you and just drags you into a supply closet, growling out curses. “Fer fuck sake… ev’ryones feckin’ annoyin’ teday… jus’ need a quick taste o’ dis pussy, aye?”
He fumbles with the buckle of both your belts, pulling your cargos down just enough before he does the same for himself. He grabs the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist while he lines up his throbbing cock head with your entrance. “Shh… be a good girl fer me n’stay quiet…” he growls in your ear, clamping a hand down on your mouth as he eases inside your gummy walls.
He takes a moment for you to adjust before starting off slow, but soon enough, he loses himself completely. He keeps you pinned under his weight, completely pressing you into the wall with his whole body. He’s rutting into you, grinding his hips and occasionally pulling out just to pound back in.
He’s letting out breathy groans and growls, sighing and panting like a dog in heat. He keeps his face buried in your neck, his jaw clenched tightly as he felt the coil tightening in his belly. “Fuckk, lass… perfect fuckin’ cunt y’got… so tight…” he moans out in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. One of his hands go down, gripping one of your hips tightly as he started ramming into you quickly, his breathing turning ragged.
While you whimper and whine, the sounds muffled against his hand, he pressed you further against the wall, his hand going to draw tight circles on your clit. Feeling your velvety walls tightening around him, he lets out a strangled whine, his hips stuttering as he finally released his sticky seed into your sweet pussy, soon feeling your spasming walls riding him on his release.
“Jesus, feckin’-.. Christ…” Soap grits out, pressing a kiss to your fluttering pulse before pulling out. He pulls his hand away from your mouth, wiping your drool off on his pants before pressing his lips to yours, his tongue parting your lips. He pulls back after a moment, looking down at your hazy eyes.
“Stop by my barracks t’night?” he huffs, grinning slightly. At your lazy nod, he presses a kiss to your forehead, zipping up your cargos and buckling your belt before fixing himself up. “When y’go back ou’ there, don’ look so fucked out. Don’ need feckin’ LT ‘r someone lookin’ at us weird.” he jested, opening the door and ushering you out before walking out himself, going the other way.
I personally can’t get this thought out of my head. I went back to that one Badjhur audio (the sub Ghost one, something war games, i’m too lazy to check 🥲) and it’s been running in my head. HELP ME. 🙏🙏
I especially think about it if him acting cocky first, trying to seem like he has the upper hand. Oh, but no. One flipped movement and Simon is underneath you.
He still tries to keep his cool, but seeing you on top of him is doing things to his head. Things he doesn’t like. Simon’s always in control, always overpowers people, always dominant (ew i don’t like saying that i’m sorry 😭).
When you take control, his brain goes to mush. He keeps on trying to stay confident, trying to win back his place on top, but ends up staying below you. If you tease him, he practically cums right then.
I just like to imagine it this way;
“No touching, Simon.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so. You’ve touched enough.”
“Since when?”
“Since now, Simon.”
“Oh, but baby-”
“Don’t make me gag you.”
“Damn, okay. Fine.”
He doesn’t like the idea of not being able to talk, so he just stays quiet, save the occasional quips and remarks.
Oh but when you start, it’s over for him.
The second he feels your tight, warm cunt around his cock, he’s biting back moans. He bites on one of his knuckles while the other hand goes to hesitantly grab your hip, silently pleading if it’s okay to touch.
“Go on, Si. You can touch.” you coo, starting to slowly bounce your hips. Simon moans softly, his head lulling back against the pillows while he lets his eyes drift shut.
As much as he wants to flip you over, put his hand on your throat and just absolutely ruin you, fuck you hard right into the mattress, he lets himself relax for the little times he gets to.
“Please, faster-…” he begs quietly, silently cursing himself for sounding so needy.
“Hm? What was that?”
“Faster…”
“Faster?”
“Yes, please…”
He hates the cocky grin on your face, wants to slap it off, but he can’t even think now with the way your hips bounce on his, grinding and rolling. He lets out muffled whimpers and moans, trying to cover them with groans or something, but anyone would’ve known that his coverups were horrible. Sounded like someone was getting choked.
Every time he tries to grab your hips to make you go faster, or how he wants, you stop and smack his hands away. “No touching unless I say.”
“But baby-!”
“Then I’ll get off.”
“No, no! ‘m sorry!” Simon pleads, bringing his hands up and instantly stops touching you. “Please, keep goin’… ‘m s’close…” he whines, his chest heaving as he looks at you. His brown eyes are glossed over, staring at the way your hips bounce and grind, completely in a trance.
He covers his mouth with one of his hands, whining into his palm as he practically drools, his eyes becoming heavy. “Please, let m’cum, swee’heart…” he breathes, his eyes fluttering shut before they look up at you.
“Hmm… not yet.” you reply, but knowing that Simon won’t disobey, you bounce your hips faster, enjoying the way his head lulls back and a loud moan falls from his lips.
“Please, baby! ‘m s’close!” he whines, his hands twitching and hovering over your hips. His eyes stare up at you, glossy with unshed tears. “I promise- I promise I’ll b’good… Please, I can’… I can’…” he whimpers, his eyes rolling back before squeezing them shut.
“Alright, Si. You can cum.” you coo, leaning down and crashing your lips onto his. His tongue instantly probes into your mouth, moaning into the kiss as his body tenses.
“Lemme touch… please…” he breathes against your lips, and the simple nod of your head was all he needed. Simon’s hands fly down, gripping your hips and holding you still, his hips bucking up quickly as he pants and groans into the kiss, moans and whimpers mixing in.
“Please, please cum wit’ me baby… please…” he begs, one hand splaying across your abdomen while his thumb goes to circle your clit. The added sensation causes a gasp from your throat, your body quivering. “I can’… please-!” he cries, his hips bucking up and grinding into your welcoming pussy before you could even finish.
His hot seed spills out, painting your walls white and leaking out onto your thighs, his moans and whines bouncing around the room. When Simon finally comes down from his high, he stares up at you in an almost drunken haze, his pupils blown wide as his eyelashes were wet with small tears.
“‘m sorry, baby…” he breathes when he realizes you didn’t get to cum, groaning softly at the smallest shift of your hips. “I’ll make it up t’ye, I swear it…” he says, slowly flopping over to hover above you. “I’ll b’gentle, aye..? Promise.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
a/n: sorry for my inactivity!! i was really busy, and i had a few family events!
