Dec 23, 2022
Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley
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Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley
Shhh... | Price x reader
"C'mon Y/N! Just listen to me... I just need more time to think about us." He was pleading her to puts her gear down for a moment in her room.
"But you didn't need to think about it when we had our session last Saturday, huh?!" She said harshly, her eyes cutting him. She grabbed her combat gear and left the room, but he grabbed her arm. "Back off of me!"
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It was two months since their last conversation, the one that hurts the most. He wish he didn't say all those things he said to her before she went on that mission and didn't come back. He was informed that she was captured and held, but where, they didn't know.
Since that day, every day after his work, when he's at the base, he goes to a local bar and drinks. He always sat in a corner and drinks Scotch while looking at a piece of folded and faded picture of them that Soap took while they had a day off, and both of them were grilling, looking at eachother with love.
Everyone knew where he was, but no one tried to talk him out of doing that. Until he saw his men, Ghost, Soap and Gaz, in the bar looking for him. He knows something is wrong... Really wrong.
"It's her..."
He sobered the minute they told him. His legs carried him to the base as long and fast as they could. He rushes to the infirmary and he finds her there, all in bandages. Her face scarred and burned, he saw the pictures, her back is whipped, arms cut...
"She's a damn beast. They couldn't brake her even after all of that" Said an older man who was with her in the cell, he was laying in bed in front of her.*
He looked at the medical report and after all these shocks, he found out the worst one. She was paralyzed from waist down.
"What have they done to you?" He whispers, his fingers slowly caresses her scars over her cheek. His eyes released few tears down his cheek, the thinking about her made him tired and he fall asleep in a chair, his head on her bed.
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He feels fingers rushing through his hair. Price looks up and sees her looking at himy dark circles under her eyes faded a bit.
"Hey John...." She says quietly, her eyes tired.
"Hey... You're awake." He looks at her with sleepy eyes as he stretches himself. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine..." "– You're not. You've been whipped, cut and paralyzed from them."
"John, please, I don't have strength to argument with you." "Fine, then let it be your way" he leaves the infirmary and goes to his work.
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Few months have passed since she started with her therapy. Every time he saw her in physical therapy, he couldn't help but stare. It was as if time stopped in his eyes when he saw her working so hard at re-learning the simplest of things. When he walked past the room she was in, he would pause to watch. It was as if all of his anxieties were washed away when he watched her work—a new appreciation for life that he hadn't seen in himself before.
He sees her struggling, but at the same time he sees a fire inside of her, that keeps her going. Every time she finishes one round, she smiles in sweat, and then starts another round
He watches for hours, and after the therapist ends the session early because her legs need rest, he follows her out of the room.
"What're you doing up, now?" His tone is soft, and his eyes are full of concern and caring, even though she can sometimes be on his nerve.
"...you need to rest your legs." He says this as he places his hand on her shoulder, almost seeming to hold her up. Her legs have trouble supporting her, and he seems to know she can't stand without help right now.
"I'm going to my room."
"Well... that's not a good idea." Price's words are a bit more sharp now, and he seems to be trying to sound more serious. It's almost as if his tone is fighting his actual feelings.
"Let me carry you back to your room, okay?" He says this with a gentle smile, and he places an arm around her. His touch is tender now, and his words seem almost reassuring. But there's no disguising how tired the day is making him.
"John, I'm heavy. You had a long day today" He chuckles at that and shakes his head.
"Oh, nonsense. I've carried all kinds of weights; guns, munitions, even bloody big sacks of coffee." He speaks with a hint of playfulness now, like he can make everything a joke. "You ain’t even close to heavy."
He grins and takes her in his arms and starts carrying her back to her room with relative ease. She giggles in his arms while he's carrying her.
He chuckles again because of Y/N’s giggling, and his tone is almost playful as he speaks. "Hey, keep giggling, darlin’, and I’ll carry you somewhere a whole lot better than that bloody room of yours."
Everyone sees them going through hallway, him carrying her, and her laughing at him. Everyone realises that they're not just Captain and Sergeant, or friends. They're more than that.
Some of them, called them out but it seems like he doesn’t even care any more, he's just focused on her and only her.
"Just where do you want me take you, darlin’? The mess hall, maybe? Kitchen to grab a bite to eat?" He says this with playful laughter in his voice and a smile on his lips, the words more teasing than serious.
"Just in my ro–.. Heyy!!! JOHN YOU JUST PASSED MY ROOM! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" She laughs at his playful activity
"Your room?" He giggles and chuckles. His voice sounds surprised.
"What, we’re just having some fun... and if anyone thinks otherwise, screw them, y’know?" He grins and walks down a different hallway, taking her to his room instead.
"I’m taking you somewhere a little more private, darlin’."
"JOHN!!!"
His voice is soft and hushed when he speaks, like he’s not trying to let the entire world hear him right now. "...just for a minute, okay?" He says this as he walks into his room and closes the door behind them. With the door shut now, he puts her down on his bed while he speaks with a tender voice, but his words are also hushed and low.
"We’ll have some privacy here, love." He smiles softly at her. "...you want a drink? A smoke? His tone is tender, and his eyes seem to shine at her.
"You know I don't drink or smoke"
He looks at her in surprise; he almost seems shocked as he speaks. "No? I swear I've seen you with a beer a time or two. You sure?" He speaks playfully now, and he seems content to sit and look at her.
"...I can call the mess and borrow some for us, if you like..." He grins and chuckles.
"...or are you saying you wanna be a good girl for me?" He tilts his head at her now, almost daring her to say yes to that second part.
"Maybe" she winks at him, making him blush.
"Oh, you're good when you want to be, eh?" He smirks and leans in closer, as if he's about to kiss her.
"Can't go wrong with a girl who can play naughty and nice..." He speaks softly, almost in a whisper, and his tone is husky, as if the idea of Y/N being naughty excites him. His gaze seems to linger on her now as a new idea seems to come to him.
"...but I think you'd look better on your knees..." He smirks and his gaze travels to her legs, lingering with a twinkle in his eyes.
His words are quiet, but not hushed. They're gentle, almost loving, but with a certain mischief in them. He speaks with a smirk on his lips, his eyebrows raised slightly. "...and who knows? You might even get something from me." His tone is rich, and it seems like he means to tease her all he can right now.
Just as she wanted to say something, he puts his finger on her lips "Shhh love. We don't want to destroy this night, right?" And with that, he had his way with her all night.
Testing the brushes for line art, using Paint Tool Sai. Overall, I favor the original default brush more. Art © krabzyr.
My fault.
i'm not a huge fan of posting wips but i don't think i'll finish this but i like the sketch enough lol. have some more of my cod ocs, my babies who i adore heheh
"What are you hiding?" Roach questioned. Ghost stared at him for what felt like a minute, relenting as a sigh of defeat left him. The sergeant’s curiosity only flared as the other man brought out a bundle of… something? And then he realized.
There, in Ghost's hands, was a puppy.
Or: Roach, Ghost, and accidental puppy acquisition.
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Chapter 2 of Scorched Earth
Ghost is still trying to comprehend what happend on their last mission and he is NOT taking it well.
Or for better words he is angy and confused about his feelings for feral Soap UwU