Hello 👋, could I request some cod characters (perhaps Ghost, Price or Krüeger) defending a male military reader from a bunch of guys that are being homophobic to him?
Homophobes die
Warnings and Notes:
All relationships here is platonic or could potentially be seen as romantic
Krueger is somehow in the 141, just pretend he is.. Yknow.. Just pretend..
You get beaten the fuck up, your face is literally fucked up
Blatant homophobia
The only people shown is Ghost, Price, and Krueger
Being openly gay in the military is hard.
Not everyone has the same belief, but by God do they need to atleast be a little respectful.
Well, aside from some "out there" remarks about you or some men coming up to you just to ask to help them yknow take some stress off. They're not gay they swear they just needed to take it off without just jerking themselves off.
All that fun shebang, but then there's the 3rd. The people who go out of their way to just fuck with you.
They are literally the mix of the 1st and 2nd group. But make it 100 times worse, but they're favorite thing to do is more physical things.
Beating the shit out of you the chance they get. You're almost used to it now. Can't even snitch about it, they'll catch you before you do. Hell, they'll manage to spin some bullshit to make it your fault.
Which brings you toooo.. Today! The peak of Pride Month! Which you were reminded of by your good pals!
Being dragged off to a corner and beating the fucking shit out of you while congratulating you about pride month.
"It's gay month, hope your f---got ass is happy about that. This is your prize for it!"
"Maybe you were hoping to suck some dick today? No?"
Such great words really wow.
You couldn't really answer much.. Blood dripping out of your nose and pooling down to your mouth, pretty sure you lost some teeth.
Not like you can see either, brutal punches hit really hard. A black eye, a few broken bones.. Maybe your rib.
A few good kicks to the stomach. On your cock as well.
GHOST
- he heard it.
- He was looking for you and 'your pals' since you and them missed training and punishment is needed for that.
- Then he heard it
- stopping in his tracks and peering off in the corner seeing you getting beaten bloodied, black and blue.
- He needed to intervene shit look at you.
- He stepped out of the corner, grabbing the shoulder of one of the guys that was about to connect his hand to your face
- Anger courses through the guy who was about to punch turning around to see who dares grab him. Before his confidence falters seeing.. Lieutenant Ghost towering over them a fixed angered glare on them.
- "Prices office Now"
- There was no argument.. They immediately scurry off. Leaving you slumped over. Bloody, swollen.
- He turned his attention to you, carrying you in his arms.. Cradling you.
- "fuck, are you alright?" " hey! Stay awake soldier!"
- He pulls you close, running off with you in his arms. Demanding a medic.Immediately
- He leaves you to be patched up by the medics. Anger written in his face as he makes his way to Prices office.
- Price waiting on Ghost to explain what happened
- He looked like he wanted to kill them, he could've but he might get kicked out of military or arrested idk
PRICE
- He got a heads up a few minutes ago from Ghost that he was looking for you and these guy that were now in front of him.
- He did remember Ghost stalking off somewhere to find you and the dudes that were right in front of him
- He decides to not ask them and wait for Ghost instead.
- Once Ghost arrived, hearing the explanation made him seethe with frustration and disgust.. He knew you were gay but he didn't think people his soldiers no less would treat you like that
- He doesn't need to hear any more
- He discharged them immediately. Walking off with Simon to see you in medbay
- He had to make sure all his soldiers are safe
KRÜEGER
- He was walking by Price's office, He's heard a figh broke out and the person who was beat up was in the medics
- He might as well see who it was
- Just as he was about to fully pass by Price's office. He heard something..
- He stops in his tracks, leaning now against the door to listen.. And he heard everything
- His expression slowly growing darker and darker as he continues listening
- He's heard just about enough, He decides to skip seeing you.. He could comfort you later..
- I mean, You both were close but not that close. But still it's not like he can't not care about you.
- He has planned.. Something else for those men
- They went M. I. A after that, No one bothers to look. It's not the militarys problem any more..
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| A Week Later|
"Hey.. Guten Tag, hey! Wake up"
.. Krueger.. He's waking you up
Furrowing your brow in annoyance before you force yourself to open your eyes..
You sit up tilting your head to look at Krüeger.
"Wie geht's?"
"OK, Mir ghet es Gut.. Danke, Krueger"
He nods, looking at your bandaged face.
"You should let 'im rest Krueger"
A deeper, more British voice comes from behind Krueger
"I'm just checking up on him"
Ghost is here too.. How nice, they took their time to see you
"Botha' you, Get back to work. Leave him alone"
And.. Price
" It's fine cap, I'm good"
"You sure? You still look messed up Don't worry we took care of them bastards, we discharged them"
Silence from Krueger.. Looking at the ground for a moment
"Ja... Yeah mmhm"
Weird.. But it's nice that these people care for you.
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content: smut (mdni), use of toys (vibrator), johnny being a sneaky shit, edging?? probably, that’s all!
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Johnny Mactavish was easy to please. Dote on him sweetly, nuzzle into his chest, kiss him softly, it was too simple to keep him happy. And it was even more simple to keep him relatively active.
Being together for so long, it was relatively simple to know what Johnny enjoyed. And Johnny loved to play, easy as that.
He loved hunting you down, being hunted. Teasing you, vice versa. Though recently, you feel things have been a little too simple. Johnny was too sweet, too lovely to even mutter a word of complaint about the relatively...boring sessions you've been having recently. You decided it was time for a step up, something that'll excite him. Something that'll keep him giddy and chasing after you as he always does.
Though he'll admit, it takes him by surprise when you have a gift waiting for him. Slipping a box into his hands and kissing his forehead while he settles for the afternoon. Gently reminding him that you both have dinner reservations later that night, and to dress up nicely. Before he can slip in another word, you’re already off again, disappearing into your home, away from him.
On a 'grocery run', you stopped by a shop. Despite your nerves, the quirky, young clerk was more than happy to help you explore the wonders of their store. Following her neon hair and dark makeup through the magical isles of sex toys and bits of lingerie.
Through her babbling, your eyes were fixed on a bit of packaging that caught your attention immediately.
"Ah, the remote one?" She took notice in how you stared, picking it from its place. "This one's got lots of settings, perfect if your lover's a big tease...yours is, yeah?"
"He is, yeah.." You felt sheepish, shy, speaking to this girl about your sex life. She didn't seem to care one bit.
"Should be perfect for ya, baby" Goodness, that right there just convinced you.
"Alright..I'll get this one-" Was an answer she humbly accepted, and seeing as that was all you needed, the two of you swiftly began weaving your way back through the store. Your poor, innocent eyes were still fixed onto the various crafts being sold. Silicone, feathers and lace was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
She rung you up quietly, watching as you still looked.
"Just a heads up.." She hummed, gaining your attention once more. "All of our lingerie is fifty percent off today.."
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It’s a nice little box, wrapped up with a nice black bow. It’s obvious that you’d tied it, made it all pretty for him. And what was inside was just as pretty. He opened it up to find a little black remote. Johnny knew what it was instantly, snickering quietly to himself. Who would’ve thought that you, his sweet, well kept, and relatively vanilla lover just gave him access to their vibrator. Thats why you ran off so quickly. It was a game to be played, and a game he was gonna win. He hesitated, for about thirty minutes actually. Waiting for the perfect moment.
The moment came suddenly. When you were doing some chores around the house. He saw you, carefully drying the dishes you’d just rinsed. He sipped from his mug of coffee, and with three little clicks, he watched you crumble. He watched you gasp and fumble against the counter. Your eyes darted over to him, and he matched the mischief you held earlier. “Y’alright, bonnie?” He grinned, clicking the button once more. You set down your towel, humming loudly. Your knuckles went white as you gripped against the countertop. “Never- Never better—” You responded, quick gasps falling past the part in your lips.
He lifted his hand, looking to all the buttons, grinning before he cut the power off completely. “Glad to hear, love” He snickered, watching you turn back, your face heating up quickly. He was running off before you could scold him, mimicking how you’d ran away from him earlier when you’d given him the remote.
At least it was short, not dragged on or anything. Though it still left you huffing, a pout playing on your lips as you aggressively grabbed at your dish towel again, resuming your dishes with a growing dampness between your legs.
It wasn’t thought of again until you forgot, getting all pretty and pampered in your bedroom. It was nearing six thirty, and your reservations were at seven. You’d fixed your hair, done your makeup, slipped on the prettiest and tiniest black dress you had. Johnny’s favorite in particular. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the sudden vibrations against your cunt, causing you to gasp and keep to your spot on the bed, with Johnny watching from afar. His body leant up against the doorway, easing the intensity up further.
“Johnny!” You’d hollered out, hearing his devilish little laugh from where he stood. He didn’t stop it this time, leaning against the frame of your bedroom door, watching you. “I like the present you got me, really thoughtful, bonnie” He grinned, dangling the device between his fingers, watching you. Your hands fisted at the sheets, shaking your head. “You like it too much, ah-” You’d hummed, leaning your head back.
He relished in the sight of you. Sweet, lovely little moans that sprouted from your throat. How your legs spread and the little fabric your dress had rode up. The way your chest would heave gently, and your lips would wobble with every intake of breath, so sharp.
Johnny took it all in, matching your hum as he stepped closer to you. Towering over your form on the bed you two shared. His hands moved to your sides, head dipping down to trace his lips over the nape of your neck, his breath tickling in spots he knew you loved. He took note of the constant whirring, and how you whined for him.
You’ve ached for this moment all day, from the moment you put it on, you prayed he’d finish you in such a way. The agitation from it being kept still for so long, and now at the highest setting had sent you from zero to a hundred in minutes.
“Johnny…ohh-” You moaned, feeling his grin against your skin, past his perfectly saturated smile. “Thats it, bonnie, go on” Your arm hooked over his shoulder, gripping his shirt as you shook below him. The vibrations against you felt almost too much to bare, your whimpers spewed out next to his ear.
It’s taken steps further once he presses his index and middle finger against the front of your panties, shifting the small toy. The lace was so thin, so sheer. He wanted to rip it from you, to tear you apart then and there. You looked pitiful, rutting your hips against his hand in a desperate attempt to feel it further. The high setting had you going quickly, a little too quick for Johnnys liking.
He loved taking his time, now wasn’t going to be anything quick.
Your squeals were delightful against his eardrums, and the breathless sighs pushed past your lips made his cock throb desperately for you. You felt it, too. Pushed heatedly against the back of your bare thigh. Just the thought of him filling you had you aching. The mere thought almost had you creaming. And just as you began to squirm in his hold, right as it was hitting the right spot-
“Fuck! m’gonna-” You announced, but the admission was ripped away just as soon as it began. Your voice hummed a whine in protest. “Johnny..”
He gently removed himself from over top of you, smirking. He dangled the remote on his index finger, it was lifeless, much to your dismay.
“C’mon, we have dinner reservations.” He didn’t stop to acknowledge thr pout on your lips, the protests that came from the trembling in your thighs. It took strength for him to not pull your dress off to reveal the obviously new set you bought. “Keep it on, won’t you?”
He tugged you up, giving you a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Maybe i’ll let you finish by the time we get back…you never know.”
Summary: It was just one moment, one moment that changed everything.
Warnings: Angst, Character Death, Pre-Established Relationship
Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader
AN: This could be considered an AU for my COD OC series, but at the same time not really. The only thing I’ve taken from my series is the codename Reaper and the mask she wears.
OOC Ghost maybe? More than likely- oh well. No use of ‘yn’
POV changes from yours to Ghosts. And I'm sorry if the ending seems rushed. I tried rewriting it but I wasn't able to change much.
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How did you end up here? How did it come to this? Gasping for air, blood pouring under your fingers, causing your fingers to slip. There was no point really, but you still had to try. Because it wasn’t supposed to be like this. So how, how did it end like this? Alone, hot and dying.
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It wasn’t supposed to happen. They’d always been paired together, from the moment she’d been assigned to the task force, they’d been joined at the hip, a shadow to the other. So why was he just standing there, frozen in place, watching as the building she was in erupted into flames? Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he calling for her through the comms?
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“Reaper will be the one to get the intel while the rest of you provide cover.”
Sparing her a glance, he could see the way she was tense, her mask hiding her face but even then, he could picture the look she’d wear.
“Sir, Reaper will need backup. Someone should-”
“Reaper is more than capable. If we send someone else with her, the element of surprise will no longer be ours. We’re all going to be her backup from the outside, drawing their attention from her and the building.”
“Someone needs to be with her-”
“The plan is final Ghost. Reaper will go in alone and the others will provide cover. You will provide cover. Am I clear?”
Clenching his jaw, he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, seeing her mask pointed in his direction. It was small, such a small movement that anyone else would’ve missed it, but he was attuned to her, and he caught the twitch of her finger causing him to look back at Price, nodding.
“Yes sir.”
Price nodded once, leaning back
“Good. We leave at 0900. Dismissed.”
Without waiting he turned, leaving the room. He was angry, huffing as he made his way to his room. The door slammed shut behind him as he walked towards his desk, his hands on the edge as he leaned forward, taking a few deep breaths before he yelled, swiping his hands at the things on the desk, knocking everything over. He didn’t bother to turn when the door opened, keeping his back to the door as it shut.
“Ghost.”
He huffed, hearing her walk towards him.
“Simon.”
He took a deep breath, turning towards her. She had taken her mask off, her head tilted to the side as she glanced down at the mess he’d made before she looked up at him.
“Okay?”
“No.”
She held her hand out towards him, causing him to sigh softly as he walked towards her, placing his hand in hers. Together they walked towards his bed, Reaper sitting on his bed first, leaning against the wall, making space for him between her legs. He moved to lay down on top of her, wrapping his arms around her middle as he placed his head on her stomach. Her fingers tickled the edge of his mask, and with a quick motion he pulled it off, dropping it onto the bed beside them. He hummed as she ran her fingers through his hair, leaning closer into her.
“Everything will be okay.”
“You can’t say that. Don’t say that.”
“Simon-”
“We’re always paired together. Every mission, it’s you and me.”
“It’ll still be you and me, we just won’t be side by side. But you’ll still have my back.”
He turned his head, looking up at her.
“Always.”
She smiled, her right hand moving down to cup his jaw, her thumb smoothing along his cheek.
“And I will always come back to you.”
He huffed, laying back down against her.
“I don’t like it.”
She sighed, running her fingers through his hair.
“Me either. But I’ll be fine. Should anything go wrong, I know you’ll be there. We can do this.”
He tightened his grip on her, huffling slightly.
“We could stay, right here.”
She laughed, causing him to move with her. He leaned back, looking up at her.
“M’serious. We could.”
“But you won’t. And neither will I. That’s not who we are.”
He huffed, nuzzling back into her.
“Fine.”
“But, we do have roughly two hours before we have to leave. So until then, we can just stay here.”
He nodded, tightening his grip on her as she leaned her head back against the wall, slightly scooching down some so she could be more comfortable as she resumed running her fingers through his hair. In hindsight, they should’ve stayed in bed.
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“Everyone clear on the plan?”
“Yes sir.”
Turning towards Ghost, you looked up at him, cocking your head over your shoulder. He nodded, following you out of the room and into one of the bedrooms in the safehouse, closing the door behind you. You unclipped the top portion of your mask as you stepped closer to Ghost, standing on your tippy toes as he leaned down, pressing your foreheads together.
“I’ll see you soon.”
He placed his hand below your tac vest, gently squeezing.
“I’ll see you soon.”
There was a knock at the door, causing you to sigh.
“Sorry guys, but it’s time.”
“Copy.”
You both separated, Ghost watching you as you moved to clip your mask back, when he reached out, pulling you back to him as he took the bottom half of your mask off, reaching up and pushing his own mask up, leaning down and kissing you. He was already pulling his mask down before you could respond, helping you with your own. You walked towards the door, about to open it when Ghost reached out, taking your hand in his, causing you to turn back towards him. He squeezed your hand, causing you to smile behind your mask as you squeezed back. Opening the door, you saw Johnny leaning against the wall across from the room, a grin on his face as he looked between your hand and Ghost’s. Letting his hand go, you held a finger up in front of you, shaking your head.
“Don’t.”
Johnny grinned, holding his hands out in front of him.
“Didnae say anything.”
You huffed, shaking your head.
“You didn’t have to. Your face said it all.”
He just grinned, shrugging his shoulders as he turned his gaze towards Ghost.
“Lt was just-”
“Don’t.”
You grinned, shaking your head as you started to walk down the hall.
“Come on boys, times wasting. And I have plans.”
Johnny pushed off the wall, hitting his arm against Ghost’s, shooting him a grin when he turned to look at him.
“Those plan’s being you, right Lt?”
Ghost just stared at him before he turned, leaving him to stand in the middle of the hallway before he followed.
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Making your way into the town, you snuck through the shadows towards the main building. Reaching up, you pressed the button on your mic.
“In position.”
“Rog. Blast in three, two, one.”
You could hear the bomb going off, Johnny’s “hell yea” sounding through the comms causing you to grin as you watched the people in the building run out, armed as they yelled orders.
“They’re coming to you. Looks to be about twenty, twenty-five.”
“Rog. Intel is on the tenth floor, third room from the stairs. We’ll keep 'em busy while you get the intel.”
“Rog.”
You gave it an extra five minutes after the last person ran out before you started to make your way to the building. You kept your gun close to you as you made your way to the stairs, slightly huffing when you saw just how many stairs you’d have to climb.
“Making my way to the tenth floor now.”
“Rog. We’re taking fire but nothing we can’t handle. Just get the intel and get out.”
“Rog.”
“You know, I don’t think it’s fair that Reaper gets the easy part while the rest of us are getting shot at.”
You scoffed, shaking your head as you climbed the last flight of stairs.
“We can always switch places Gaz. I’d much rather be out there than here.”
“Negative. No one’s switching places with anyone.”
You grinned as you slowly pushed the door to the tenth floor open, checking that the hall was clear before you entered.
“Aw come on Price.”
You walked down the hall, clearing each room before you found the server room. You walked towards the computer, grabbing the flashdrive from your pocket. You plugged it in, starting the file transfer.
“Downloading intel now.”
“Rog. How long?”
“Five minutes? Could be longer depending on how much there is.”
“Rog. Stay on comms.”
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“Where else would I go?”
Price huffed, turning to look over at Ghost.
“Does she have to have a response for everything?”
“Is that a question you really need answered?”
Ghost grinned, slightly shaking his head as he reloaded his gun, glancing over at Price.
“You’re the one who wanted her to open up more.”
“Now she’s a pain in my ass.”
“Let’s be fair here, we all know she’s your favorite.”
“Don’t have favorites.”
“Aw, cmon Price. Everyone knows that Gaz is your favorite and then I-”
A gunshot sounded through the comms, her gasp ringing in his ears.
“Reaper, status report?”
Ghost tightened his grip on his gun, his breath catching as he waited for a response.
“Reaper, status report?”
“Reaper!”
“M’fine.”
Ghost’s shoulders dropped as he breathed, closing his eyes for a second.
“Hostile down.”
Ghost jerked, his eyes slightly widening.
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“Repeat.”
You took a deep breath as you leaned back against the wall, huffing slightly.
“Hostile attacked, killed em’.”
“You injured?”
You looked down, glaring at your fingers that were coated in blood.
“Negative.”
You looked over at the computer when it dinged, seeing the drive was done downloading the files. With a grunt, you used the wall for support as you pulled yourself up, walking towards the computer.
“Files are done.”
You ejected the drive, placing it in your pocket as you turned.
“Heading out now.”
There was a loud sound, a heat burning at your back before everything went dark.
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“Files are done. Heading out now.”
Ghost breathed a sigh of relief, forcing the sound of her gasp to the back of his mind as he focused on the fact that she wasn’t injured. She was alive and she was making her way back to him. Just like she promised. But that smudge of relief, the happiness was diminished as quickly as it appeared when the building she was in exploded. They’d all ducked, and for a moment everything was silent before the comms erupted, everyone yelling for her to respond. But to him it was just white noise as he stared at the building, watching the flames grow in size. The flames illuminating everything in the dark.
“Reaper! Reaper come in!”
“Answer dammit!”
“Reaper!”
The longer they went without a response, the more tense they all became. But Ghost was frozen, his gaze unmoving from the building. He jerked when he was tackled, moving to throw them off of him when he saw who it was.
“Come on Lt, snap out of it!”
He shoved Johnny off of him, ducking behind the wall they were using for cover. He could still see the building, and as the flames grew brighter, he was snapped out of it as he reached up, pressing the button for his mic.
“Reaper.”
He clenched his jaw, his glare hardening on the building.
“Reaper, come in.”
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“Come back to me Grim, right now. Come back to me.”
You groaned as you came to, coughing as you slowly looked around.
“Come back to me!”
Your hand shook as you reached up, pressing the button for your mic.
“He-here. M’here.”
You could practically feel his relief through the comms as you let your hand fall back to your side.
“Status report Reaper.”
“Injured. My- I got shot. S’below my vest.”
“Through and through?”
You groaned as you pushed yourself up, reaching underneath you.
“Negative.”
“Where are you?”
You fell back down to the floor, squinting as you looked around.
“Tenth floor still, I think. The blast threw me.”
“I'm coming.”
“Negative Ghost."
You groaned as you turned onto your side, slowly pushing yourself onto your front, taking a couple of deep breaths before you attempted to sit up, kneeling as you placed your hand over your wound, trying to apply pressure as you prepared to stand.
"We've got incoming."
Shakingly you stood, your vision swimming as you shook your head.
"Don't Ghost, m'good. Making my way out now."
“Be careful Reaper. Hostiles are swarming the town. We’ll keep 'em busy until you can get out.”
“Copy. Heading down now.”
“Grim, go to channel 2, now.”
You switched channels as you held onto the wall for support, slowly starting to make your way down the hall.
“Ghost?”
“M’here.”
“Something wrong?”
“Just- you have-”
You smiled slightly as you pushed the door to the stairs open, grabbing onto the railing.
“I’ll see you soon, remember? I prom-”
You cut off with a scream when another explosion rocked the building, the stairs you were on falling apart beneath you, causing you to fall. You gasped when you landed on the floor, pain shooting throughout your body. Slowly, you tried to push yourself up, only to fall back down. You huffed as you looked around, seeing a metal beam pinning you down. There was just enough space for you to slip your hand between the beam and your body, finding the bullet wound and applying pressure. You tried calling out to the others, but there was no response. Black spots started to fill your vision as your hands slipped, the puddle of blood growing. The building started to shake, debris falling around you when there was another explosion that rocked the building. Using what little strength you had left, you reached for your comm, attempting to reach the others one last time.
“Gh- Ghost please, come in.”
Tears welled in your eyes when there was no response. You were all alone, trapped and injured with no way out.
“I- I’m sorry. I love you.”
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“I’ll see you soon, remember? I prom-”
Ghost froze when Reaper screamed, looking around from the wall he was hidden behind, watching as a missile hit the building. The others were screaming in his ear, but there was no response from Reaper. He barely registered Price calling for them to retreat, his body frozen in place. He jerked when he was pushed to the ground, seeing Soap next to him.
“We’ve got to go Lt!”
Ghost shook his head as she shoved Soap away from him, turning back towards the building, watching as parts of it began to fall.
“-ost. Sorry. Lo- ou.”
There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, black spots taking over his vision.
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Soap looked up when the heart monitor Ghost was attached to started to beep erratically, jumping up when Ghost started to fight the restraints.
“Ghost! Calm down, you’re okay.”
Ghost continued to fight, trying to break the straps when Price rushed in, grabbing him by the shoulders, raising his voice.
“Simon, calm down!”
He stopped, his breathing heavy as he stared up at Price.
“Y’good?”
Ghost nodded once, causing Price and Soap to let him go.
“Where is she? Where’s Reaper?
“What happened?”
Price sighed, sharing a look with Soap, trying to decide the best way to tell Ghost.
“Where is she Price.”
“We don’t know. The building she was in was blown up, there was no way she could’ve survived. We were outgunned and outnumbered. We had to retreat.”
“Why am I here?”
“You wouldn’t leave. You weren’t even listening. You just- you kept calling for her. So-”
Soap stepped forward, looking down at Ghost.
“So I knocked you out.”
“We’d sedated you on the plane after you came to and attacked Soap.”
Ghost glanced at Soap, causing him to shrug.
“M’fine. Busted lip s’all the damage you did.”
“Can I leave?”
Price nodded as he and Soap started to undo the straps holding Ghost down, watching as he sat up before he stood, making his way to the door.
“Ghost.”
Ghost stopped, slightly turning his head, looking over his shoulder as Price.
“For whatever it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
Ghost huffed as he turned, walking out of the room. He made his way back to his room, the door slamming shut behind him. He stared at his bed, glaring at it. The sheets were still wrinkled from where they’d laid only hours ago, Reaper in his arms and her heartbeat in his ear, every soothing. With a growl he turned, balling his hand into a fist, punching the wall. His chest heaved as he yanked his mask off, leaning his forehead against the wall, tears forming in his eyes.
“You promised.”
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It took the team two days to see Ghost again, and when he’d finally emerged from his room, they chose not to comment on the new mask he wore. It was an older version of Reapers, one she had worn when she and Ghost first met, the day she’d cracked both hers and his own mask when she’d headbutted him. From that day forward, Ghost was only ever present, Simon buried the day he lost her- lost his light. He never spoke of Reaper again, but he wore her mask every day, a reminder of what he had lost, and what he was fighting for. But miles away, in the town where both Reaper and Simon had died, Reaper’s body was pulled from the wreckage. And days later, her eyes opened.
hello everyone. today is christmas for a lot of you, and even if you don't celebrate the event, happy holidays! i hope you're all doing great.
this year has honestly been one hell of a ride for me. although i've mostly been inactive, i'm glad to have you guys with me.
to celebrate the festivities, i've prepared a gift for you ♥️
CONTENT WARNING: kidnapping, attempts of poisoning, violent tendencies from the character, sudden mood swings, suggestive dialogue, profanity, obsession, possessiveness, overall creepy and obsessive behavior
ENGEL
Pairing: König x Reader
Oneshot
“Liebling,” König calls out to you sweetly. “Can you get me some cough syrup?”
“No.” You denied emptily, simply staring at your captor’s large, shaking form that racked with violent coughs.
“Bitte?” He asks one more time, before you let out a disappointed sigh and give in.
“I hope you die.” You whisper under your breath, gritting your teeth.
“What was that, engel?” König asked, tilting his head and coughing once again.
“Nothing.”
“I heard you,” He says, voice dropping an octave. “But since I’m sick, I’ll let that slide for now.” König says intimidatingly, coughing and sniffling as he sits in his bed, awaiting your return with the medicine.
You grab an expired bottle of cough syrup, analyzing the date as you pour it onto the spoon with a small smirk. You walk back to his room, each step echoing in the walls of the prison he called his home.
“Here,” You gently place the spoon filled with the liquid in front of him.
“Thank you.” König says, strangely different from his usually polite ‘danke’, as he grabs your wrist lovingly and nearly sips from it, before halting his movements completely and laughing.
“You think I don’t know?” He speaks calmly after fits of laughter.
“About… what?” You tilt your head in false curiosity.
Suddenly, König grabbed your hair and pulled your head towards his body, shaking uncontrollably with anger. The spoon dropped from your hands and the liquid spilled all over his blankets, creating a mess on the white sheets.
“Don’t attempt to act all innocent after trying to hurt me, darling,” He tightens his grip on your hair strands as you let out a pathetic whimper. “I see your every movement. I hear your thoughts. I know you, engel. Because you are mine and mine alone.” He whispers intimidatingly into your ear before letting go and smiling once again, suddenly changing moods like a light switch flicking back on. He coughed a few times before gently patting your hair.
“Oh, my lovely,” He cooed. “Would you mind getting me a new spoon?” He asked kindly, passing you the dirty spoon.
You grabbed the spoon and bolted out of König’s room in fear, obediently doing as he said and bringing him the utensil with the correct dosage.
You silently pass it to your captor and wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep yourself safe.
He lifts his black hood, sniffing the cough syrup and the spoon before deciding it was safe to consume. He clumsily pours some onto the sheets by accident, as his eyes widen and he looks up at you helplessly.
“Liebling,” He sniffles softly. “Can you please help me?” König mutters in between coughs, lifting the sheets to reveal his gray sweatpants, the crotch area covered in a liquid you certainly did not want to ask about.
He caught you staring, smirking as he looked down at his crotch and flickered his gaze back up to you. “Do you–”
“No, no, no, no, no. Don’t even talk about it.” You cut him off and plead with him fearfully, as he ignores your words and says something even worse.
“I was thinking of you, liebe.”
Your eyes widened as your stomach dropped. You felt the need to escape.
You swiftly ran out of the man’s room and went to the bathroom, trying to find anything he might have hidden to help you escape the horrid prison.
You sunk onto the floor tiles and pulled your knees to your chest, disgusted and horrified.
“Prinzessin!” You hear him call out from his room as a heavy feeling of dread fills you.
You hear heavy and quick footsteps erupt from the hallway as you notice König standing there in those tight, gray sweatpants that revealed his rather… prevalent bulge.
“Prinzessin! Bitte verzeih mir!” He begs desperately, coughing and kneeling down to meet your empty gaze.
“Let me go.” You demand softly with a shaky voice and glossy eyes.
“I hate you.” You speak louder this time, as his eyes darken and seem sad and teary from under the dark hood obscuring his face.
“Liebling, you don’t understand how much I love you,” He pauses, raising his hand to caress your cheek. “Please just love me. I’ve been working so hard for you to see me the same way I see you.”
You push König away and run past him to reach the main door. You ram yourself into it only to hurt yourself, but you continue your attempts to escape only for your smaller form to be held back by your captor.
“M-My sweet,” He addresses you in between sniffles. “Don’t hurt yourse–”
“Help! Please hel–” A large hand wraps itself around your mouth, as he shushes you softly.
“Shhh… shh. We don’t want to disturb our neighbors.” He tells you, patting your head as tears escape your eyes and you have nothing to do except cry about it.
You continue to resist and thrash around in his grip, before you decide not to waste any more of your energy and pretend to go somewhat limp in König’s arms.
He lets go and you run for the door once more, before his arms rush to your waist and keep you still. Your captor pulls you toward himself and lifts you with ease despite his sickness, as you shriek and beg him to put you down.
“König!” You call out his name in surprise. “Let me go! Put me down! Aargh!” You shout in frustration, hitting his back as hard as you could as he continues walking, completely unaffected by your violent movement.
He sets you down on your knees in the room you were in when he first kidnapped you.
‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck–’ You curse in your head, eyes darting around violently as your breath quickens. You panic and apologize profusely to the coughing man, who seemed to be dead set on keeping you there.
“No, no, no! Please, I’m sorry! Please let me go!” You cry out in desperation as he remains silent and brooding, staring right at you and grabbing your wrists.
“Stay. Still.” He commands, as you simply comply and sob pathetically.
“I-I’m so sorry, König, please just don’t put me here again!”
“I love your voice,” he speaks softly in between sniffles, wrapping a hand around your throat and gently squeezing.
You whimper as his large hand covers your entire face and he squishes your cheeks with his thumb and his pinky.
“Your pretty little face,” he whispers into your ear, before backing off to cough.
“Your beautiful body,” he says as his hands travel down your shoulders to your waist, settling on your hips.
“I love everything about you, engel. You are heaven-sent.” König says dreamily as he grips your thighs and shifts closer to you, his pupils dilating the longer he stares at you. You hear his labored breaths and sick wheezes as he coughs under his hand.
“I love you so much.” König utters softly and genuinely whilst sniffling, as he leaves a kiss on your forehead through the hood.
He lifts his hood and leans into your lips as you slowly back away, before a knock erupts from the main door. He grabs a gag from the side, muffling your noises as he exits the room silently, locking the door.
“Hello, yes?” You can hear his voice from the room as he answers politely, coughing immediately after.
“Oh my, are you okay?” The neighbor’s voice asks worriedly.
“Yeah, yeah, just a little sick.” He assures her in that Austrian accent before sneezing.
“Uh, I heard someone ask for help from here? Is everything alri–”
“Help!” You attempted to scream, although it was muffled and your efforts proved futile as their conversation continued.
“Yes.” He interrupts the old neighbor before she could complete her sentence. He clears his throat before reasoning, “I was just… watching a movie and I forgot to turn the volume down.”
“Oh… Uh, sorry for disturbing you.” The neighbor apologizes sincerely. “Just wanted to check in.”
“No! Don’t leave!” You try to say once again, but the gag in your mouth hinders you from making any intelligible noise.
“Mhm,” König replies and shuts the door loudly, locking it and letting out a loud groan. You hear his footsteps approach the room before he sneezes loudly.
“Ugh…”
He opens the door and sniffles, using his hood’s fabric to wipe it off.
“Liebling,” he says gently, as if coaxing an anxious animal. He walks toward you slowly, as you watch in panic and horror whilst thinking of what he might do.
“Be obedient and I will let you go soon.”
At the promise of your freedom, your eyes widen and you nod immediately.
“That means– Don’t struggle. Act like my lover, will you?” He asks desperately.
At that, you hesitantly nod.
He slowly takes off your gag and your restraints, carefully observing your every move in case you escape.
“There you go,” he mumbles to you as he gently touches your sensitive wrists. König coughs and helps you up, his eyes crinkling underneath the hood in what you assumed to be a smile.
“As soon as I am better, I will let you go. Okay?” He says sincerely, sniffling and rubbing his eyes from under the hood.
You simply nod in compliance and give him a smile. “Thank you for finally letting me go.”
“Yes…” He says creepily, eyes wide and unblinking. “Yes, yes, yes. No problem. Just help me get over this sickness, hm?” He says as he coughs and dramatically falls on the floor, creating a loud thump.
“Will you help me, liebe?” König looks up at you with puppy eyes, as you sigh and grab his gloved hands, dragging him to his room.
He sneezes and shakes his head.
“No, not like that!” He exclaims loudly. “Help me walk to my room, please?”
“Ugh… Fine.” You lift his mass up and wrap his arm around your neck.
“Yes… Like that.” He breathes out in relief, coughing loudly. You roll your eyes and toss him onto the bed.
“Oh! What are you gonna do to me, liebling?” He asks seductively, as you silently exit the room, his voice calling out for you.
“Hey, hey, hey! Engel, no! Please come back!” König whines desperately, coughing as he did so. You pause in your steps, turning around and standing at the side of his bed.
“What do you want?”
He pulls you into his bed and snuggles into you, as you shriek in surprise and he mutters stuff you certainly didn’t want to hear about.
“Guh! What the fuck?!”
“I love you, love you sooo much, liebling. Jus’ wanna smother you in kisses and cuddle you every day and fuck you dumb every night.”
You simply stay silent as your face paled in horror.
He probably wasn’t going to let you go at all.
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Summary: One moment, it only takes one moment.
Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader
Reapers Fall Ready to Comply
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Time. Once you’ve lost it, you can never get it back. Time is endless when you are in pain. Two years ago, you died, and Simon died with you. For a year, he lived with the knowledge that he had failed you, and you had died in pain and alone. He blamed himself, and threw himself into missions, not caring about his own safety as he went from one mission to next without break. And then, a year later, his world was tilted off its axis once more. You were alive. You were alive and standing in front of him. And then, as quickly as you returned, you’d disappeared. For a year, him and the rest of 141 searched for you. But while their leads came up empty, you were completing missions. In the span of a year, you had created a new name for yourself, a new identity that caused fear in those who heard even a whisper of your name. The Phantom who appeared and disappeared, leaving behind dead bodies. No one knew anything about you, except that anyone who faced you would die. There’d be no witnesses, no cameras catching you in the act, just bodies. Bodies upon bodies. You were the Phantom, but he was the Ghost and he would do whatever it takes to bring you back.
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The day of your funeral, it rained. From sunup to sun down, it rained. And at the time of your funeral, it poured. A storm rolling in as the casket was lowered into the ground. 141 sat in the front, the other seats filled with people you’d worked with, others there for support. But Ghost? No one saw him. They didn’t even believe he’d showed up. But he was there, hidden in the shadows in the back. When everyone had left, he was still there, unmoving as he stared at the uneven ground. The flowers that laid on top and around mocked him, and as he turned to leave, a flash of lightning hit in the distance, illuminating the area before he left. For three months, he avoided the cemetery, when one night, as the rain started to pick up, reminding him of that day, he made his way to the cemetery. Even though he’d only been there once before, he had the path memorized. His chest became heavy as he came to the tree that stood over your grave, his eyes widening slightly when he saw the gravestone. He had no idea who had picked it, but looking at it it didn’t feel as though it did enough justice for you. With a huff he sat down, the rain seeping into his clothes as he held a blank stare with the gravestone.
“Yo- I- I hate you. You lied. You made a promise and you broke it. You left me. You were the person who loved me when I was unlovable and you left me.”
Tears welled in his eyes as he shook his head, huffing slightly.
“But I- I love you. I will always love you. I’ll see you again, on the other side of the stars.”
That day, when he left your grave for the second time, it solidified that you were gone and you were never coming back. That was the first and last time he’d visited your grave.
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Now, Ghost was forced to leave the base, orders given to take the day, relax. As if he’d ever relax. He wouldn’t relax until you were back, back where you belonged. The car that’d brought him into the city left him, with explicit instructions that they wouldn’t return until he’d spent twenty-four hours off of base property. With no particular destination in mind, he began to walk. He walked for hours before he stopped, frozen. The sign on the gate glared back at him, and as he turned his gaze, he was able to see the tree that haunted him. Huffing slightly he walked through the gate, following the familiar path before he came to a stop, glaring at the headstone. It’d been a year and a half since he’d last come to the grave, and he had no intentions of ever stepping foot here again. His eyes followed the lettering that spelled your name, the gold letters shining in the light. He glared at the numbers that symbolize your death, scoffing. For two years, he’d mourned. He’d mourned you, the life you both could’ve had together. And it was all a lie. A lie because you weren’t dead, you were alive. He should’ve fought harder. He should’ve fought to go back to that stupid town, he should’ve fought for them to keep your status as MIA and not KIA, he should’ve refused to let them bury an empty casket. He should’ve, he should’ve.
“You- you kept your promise. You came back. You came back, to me. You kept your promise, but I didn’t. I didn’t and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I’m going to keep it now. I will find you. I’ll find you and bring you back. I’ll bring you back home. I promise.”
The last time he left the cemetery, his shoulders were tense, his steps heavy and his heart buried in the ground next to you. Now, his steps were light, and his heart was beating with something he’d lost some time ago, hope.
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Sitting in the chair, you said nothing as your handler spoke with the doctors. Your mind was still hazy, trying to piece together what happened on the mission. Your orders were clear, find the enemy combatants and neutralize them. After you’d blown up the building two of them were in, you moved to take out the one who was in the building, picking the team assigned as your backup one by one. When you found him, a fight broke out between you both, going from the building to the square, and after he’d kicked you in the face, your mask that you were forced to wear every time you left the base had fallen off, you slowly turned back towards him, looking up at him. You both stared at each other, when he yelled.
“No! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!”
You slightly glared as you glanced over at the burning building, huffing. The two inside must’ve survived.
“It’s- it’s Grim.”
His voice broke as he said a name, causing you to make a face as you tilted your head to the side.
“Who the hell is that?”
You looked down when you saw something from the corner of your eye, watching as the small smoke grenade came to a stop between you both, going off. As the smoke filled the area, hands grabbed you, and you turned, seeing your head guard glaring at you as he dragged you away, the man screaming the unfamiliar name before you were shoved into the van, a needle being pressed to your neck, the last thing you heard was the man’s voice breaking as he screamed. Now, your handler was yelling, screaming in the faces of the doctors. Making a face you looked up, looking over at your handler, repeating the name that you’d heard, causing everyone to stop and turn towards you.
“Who is that?”
Your handler walked towards you, shaking his head.
“No one.”
“The man, he- he knew me.”
“Yes. You’ve met him before, on the mission that led you to be transferred into our care. He’s the one who hurt you, who killed you. He’s your mission. Him and his team.”
You slightly made a face as you turned, looking up at your handler.
“But I- I know him.”
Your handler glared as he turned towards the doctors.
“She shouldn’t remember anything. The memory wipes worked, those were your words.”
You watched as he lifted his gun, shooting the lead doctor in the head, causing the other two doctors to jump as the lead doctor fell to the floor.
“Fix her, or you’ll be the next dead body.”
They nodded, rushing towards you. In a flurry of movements, the chair began to move, and a mouth guard was placed in you mouth once the chair was laying flat. The machine began to whirl, the buzzing growing louder as it moved over your head. The doctors moved the correct pieces into place, and once they stepped back, your body convulsed as the shocks pulsed through your head.
“I promise, I will always come back to you. I’ll see you soon.”
The mouth guard muffled your screams as your eyes welled with tears.
