#just 141 things.

[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 (𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 E𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

part one

Say my name I promise I'll love you if you do it So do it for me

Chaos doesn't always have to be bad, you know.

Take for instance the bed. After some good sex. The bed that'll be a fucking mess.

Pillows everywhere (you swear you have more pillows than you do blankets; thank the Pillow Princess for that), covers thrown haphazardly, and you'll be there, sweaty and sated, resting in a pile of muscled arms, legs, and chest.

You usually don't know who the hell you're laying on you're so fucked out but damn their chest feels good.

Heh. You thought your libido was high but König and Simon got you beat there, too. By miles. Holy fucking shit. You and König also joke that Simon's the slut of the three of you. The bastard doesn't deny it, either.

As much as Simon and König love you, best believe there's always a competition between the two men when it comes to you sexually.

You'll also find out that the winner of their sparring matches is also the one who gets to fuck you first.

Those hands of König's aren't just good with a knife. He can make you come with those fingers alone.

He's also the one who loves to go down on you (this isn't to say that Simon doesn't). Will feast on you forever if you let him. Will also encourage (read: command) you to fuck his mouth or ride his face.

Dirty talk — Simon is a fucking pro. While König's showing you what his mouth does, Ghost is practically growling in your ear and telling you everything they'll do to you. Everything.

They can and will subject you to some orgasm denial if you wanna fuck around and find out, too.

And oh baby, when you get down on your knees and return the favor... it takes everything in them not to bust right then and there.

König goes crazy when you suck the head of his dick. Simon has this one vein on the underside of his. That's his weak spot. Have fun.

König loves it when you run your nails down his back while he's fucking you. Loves to see those marks in the mirror.

You also found that one spot on Simon's shoulder that if you bite down on it, the fucker goes crazy.

He loves covering you in hickeys, too.

König is the gentle but firm kisser. Simon is the passionate, tongue-fuck, bite-your-lip-and-leave-a-mark kisser. So bite his lower lip and leave a mark, goddamnit.

One time they were away and you were so fucking horny, you called them up. They heard you, heard your pleas as you touched yourself, as you told them you missed their hands, their mouths, and their dicks. You told them that you needed them to come home and fill you up. You moaned so wantonly and practically screamed when you came. They were dead silent the entire time.

König was so damn flustered and hard and frozen like a goddamn statue. Ghost was fucking seething. He was so fucking pissed. He was so fucking aroused. Why the fuck would you do that, knowing he wants nothing more than to be home, fucking you into the mattress, fucking your face, or god knows what else. Refused to rub one out and most definitely saved that for when he got home.

Simon and König also got you back once by calling you and making you masturbate for them. And god, you can never forget the way they sounded, authoritative, their accents heavy and thick with desire as they fucking ordered you to touch yourself and moan for them. Yeah, that's it. Moan for them, baby. Cum for them...

Oh, yeah, back to competition. One time König was away and Simon was home and you spent the better part of the day teasing him. He told you in so many words to fuck around and find out. You found out alright. Goddamn, did you find out.

He made you ride him. He made you ride him and like fuck were you stopping anytime soon. König called, Simon made you answer the phone (on speaker no less) and made you say his name ("Say it, love. Tell him who's making you fucking scream."). Oh shit. Silence on the other end. Again. Oh fuck, you knew it was on when König got home.

...And when you're busy catching your breath, sweaty and sated, wrapped in muscled arms, after some good ass sex—"Ready for another round?" What? You look up and two pairs of eyes stare back, clouded with feral want, and oh fuck—

[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

part two (nsfw)

What are the odds that you're the object of affection for not one but two masked killing machines?

Well, that's what they would have you believe, that they're deadly. I mean they are and they... aren't. Simon is a giant armored teddy bear and König is a playful Golden Retriever. Your good boys. Your best boys. Your good, best, and chaotic boys.

Well, uh... Ghost will forever call bullshit and protest because he is NOT chaotic. Now that is bullshit because his chaotic nature is more subdued. You can admit that König brings out this part of him more than you do.

Though to be fair, you've gotten in your fair share of shenanigans with König. Ghost swears he rolls his eyes more often than not when it comes to you two.

They also tend to lowkey compete with each other and it's made you laugh more often than not.

You thought you were a worrywart but König and Ghost have you beat. By miles. And König has you both beat by lightyears.

He'll bring you up a lot when he and Ghost are gone. When the three of you are in different places, best believe a conference call will be had. You and König are talking the most and Ghost will interject every so often. And then König and Ghost will talk and sometimes they will... not!bicker like an old married couple.

Their voices (especially the rumble of Simon's) are so soothing to you. You fell asleep on the phone while talking to them once and they got so worried that they were THISCLOSE to sending someone to check on you.

Speaking of being away, König absolutely does not like the fact that you're alone when they're gone. Thinks it makes you susceptible to an attack. Simon disagrees and vouches for you ("Alone doesn't mean weak. You'll be fine.") but in pure König fashion, he surprises you and Simon with the cutest Doberman puppy ("To keep you company and protect you when we're gone, Schatz."). A Doberman puppy who, to date, has no name because you three can't agree to one. König calls her Königin (Queen), Ghost calls her Pup, and you call her Lola.

Speaking of pet names, you're either Schatz or Schatzi to König and Baby or Love to Simon. They're usually handsome or gorgeous to you. You're still working on giving them specific pet names but those two will suffice for now. It's cute watching König glow whenever you call him that.

The dog is more company than she is protection because all she lives for is table food, scritches, and 'stalking' Ghost and/or König. The latter absolutely loves to roughhouse with her, too. She made Ghost her personal couch/bed/thing. Yeah...

You also encourage your four-legged baby to smile, too, and when she first did it in front of Ghost he was almost scared shitless ("What the fu—?").

Ghost is also a little dismayed and turned on that König can pick him up and carry him like a sack of potatoes. Ghost.exe stopped working the first time it happened. When YOU witnessed it for the first time, you, uh... well... let's just say you were deliciously sore the next day. (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

The same thing usually happens when you watch them spar and it gets a little heated (König gets that little glint of determination in his eyes and like fuck will Simon admit that it gets a little personal when he loses). Goddamn, just look at those physiques.

In the bed: You had to upsize because your lovers are fucking gigantic. König prefers to be rather confined when he sleeps so he's always in the middle. Ghost likes to sleep facing the door and you and the furbaby are... everywhere in the bed. She also gives no fucks and will plop down on the closet body.

Simon is also the resident pillow princess. Yeah, his pillows need to be extra fluffy and he keeps an abundance of them on the bed. So fucking what. You tease him about it endlessly but he couldn't give a shit. Funnily enough, König almost got supplexed once because he called Simon that in public.

Speaking of being in public, they're your protectors when you're out and about. Either they're walking in front of you if there are too many people or they're by your side. You do prefer for them to walk in front of you for... reasons. That involves the view. (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

And by the way, they can get a little jealous. They will feel some type of way if your attention is on something or rather, someone else. You are theirs and they have no problem letting people know that.

Oh yeah and König, fuck you. Ghost calls bullshit. Your mask does not look better than his.

[wxnheart]

Hi I was hoping you take requests? There’s this song that I recently discovered and it made me think mostly of König but you can do the other boys if you’d like to.

I was going to ask for POV of König (or any of the boys) with a shy s/o and the song is this: https://youtu.be/COSahj2SZqQ

Thank you and Happy Holidays! 🎉

𝐒𝐡𝐲!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 - 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

part two

Deeper than I've felt it before with you, baby I feel I'm falling in love with all my heart...

𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

You're so cute, Schatzi.

When you smile, there's always a hint of bashfulness there. It's bright, radiant, and makes his day every time. Never stop smiling for him.

König remembers those moments before you two became a couple. He remembers the longing in your glances. He remembers looking at you the same way. The mutual affection was there. It had always been there but you two were just too damn shy to act on it. Until now.

You were two peas in a pod, cheeks burning under each other's lovestruck gaze; your fingers tentatively touched and explored each other and for once, König didn't care who noticed. Time had slowed, his surroundings became a blur, and all he saw... was you.

Even now, all he sees is you.

And it is love. It burns brighter than his cheeks and comfortably shields him just like his mask. It invigorates him and there's nothing he looks forward to more than your smile, bright, radiant, and bashful, greeting him.

And for once, König didn't care who noticed.

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 '𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩' 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

Oh-ho, you're shy! Heh. Soap likes it. Likes it a lot, actually.

Shy wasn't something he encountered often. Not in his line of work. Couldn't afford to, really.

The same could be said for his personal life, too. And so when you came with your breathy laughter and coy gaze, Soap knew he was smitten.

Of course he was. He'd be a fool not to be crazy about you.

And if there's one adage Soap has learned to live by, it's to never judge a book by its cover. Shy didn't mean scared. It didn't mean weak. It didn't mean different or inefficient. It just meant SHY and fuck everyone who thought otherwise.

You proved it each and every day. You were strong where it counted. You were sharp and fucking brave. You held the fort down whenever Soap was away. You were his rock when he needed reassurance and grounding.

Yeah, he loved you. Loved you lots, really. Loved your breathy laughter and coy gaze. He loved your wit, your courage, and your earthy wisdom.

And Soap knew he'd be a fool not to.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 '𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

God, he felt like a kid with a crush when it came to you.

He couldn't stop staring at you and you usually wouldn't stare at him at all, and whenever he did manage to lock gazes with you, you'd quickly avert your eyes. What the fuck?

Simon would be lying if he said he didn't find it cute the way you'd look away and smile to yourself knowingly. No matter how shy you were, you weren't oblivious to the way he felt. You fucking glowed under the intensity of his stare and like hell would he stop. You were an enigma wrapped in a secret and smothered in riddles that he was intent on solving.

And whenever he thought he made progress, there you were to make him realize he was nowhere near close.

And yeah, that's what led to him making the first move. That's what led to you two falling in love, becoming a couple, and fuck if he isn't the happiest bastard alive.

Sometimes Ghost wonders if this is what his parents were like before their demons made fools of them both. Did his mother smile to herself all shy and reserved and did his father want her even more? Or, shit, was it doomed from the moment they first laid eyes on each other?

Sometimes he wonders if he's destined for the same thing. Sometimes...

But Simon was determined to be better than his father. He was determined to have a fulfilling relationship. You were an enigma wrapped in a secret smothered in riddles and if it took the rest of his life to figure you out then so be it. Like hell you're getting rid of him that easily, love.

[wxnheart]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡, '𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤' 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Okay, so maybe your lovers are protective and jealous. And maybe you're a little jealous and protective yourself but y'all can't help it. It's human nature, y'know? Of course, it can get a little out of hand. A little. Blame König for that.

But of course, Simon blames you for enabling him. And you blame Simon for enabling you both. Such is love. At least you're willing to admit out loud, GHOST, that you find your lovers' protectiveness sexy. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, GHOST.

Anywho, back to your observations. Ever since you three became an item, the steps Ghost and König took to keep you safe have always fascinated you.

Of course, you're more than capable of protecting yourself but it doesn't matter. The way they see it, they're just that extra layer you need.

For example, when you're on the sidewalk, you're in the middle. Always. No, Schatz, stay away from the road.

And sometimes, one is trailing behind you and the other is in front of you. Does you a world of good when there are a lot of people out and about. And they may or may not be watching the way your hips and ass move whenever you walk.

König got really worried once when you three got 'lost' doing some routine shopping. He practically bear-hugged you when you three met back up again (when you got back home that is).

Simon is admittedly not as high-strung as König and he does his best to keep the bastard calm. He tends to flip shit internally, though.

König has what he calls his 'Schatzi Sense' ("...What the fuck?" <- Simon) and so when his Schatzi Sense is tingling, he suspects something is amiss and, if he's away, will reach out. To date, they've been pretty accurate... when it comes to Ghost that is.

Speaking of jealousy and would-be suitors, well... Simon's got König beat. He can get a bit (read: a lot) asshole-ish when he gets jealous.

However, König's anxiety goes out the window and he becomes that really gigantic, intimidating motherfucker staring the poor bastard down from a distance, stone-faced as hell. You've witnessed this before. He didn't blink. Not once. What the fuck?

Ghost will usually stare in heavy death metal and make some asshole remark. If that doesn't work (why can't the idiot read the room and realize you're happily taken?!), he'll just get real close in their personal space. Real.Close. And will stare them down until they back off. Stupid bastard.

König has been known to carry your ass away, too, fireman's style. Simon is usually trailing behind in case the motherfucker needs a reminder that you belong to THEM. May or may not have done this to Simon a couple times, too, and Ghost.exe stopped working. His dick got hard as fuck, though.

You thought having a badass-looking dog would keep the suitors at bay but if anything, it's done the opposite. Little Lola can't help that she's so cute everybody wants to pet her. Goes doubly so because her ears aren't cropped.

They will fight for your honor outside, preferably in the alleyway (because fighting in a public bathroom would be nasty as fuck). If 'come outside, we just wanna talk' were people, they would be it.

There's a local bar you three like to chill at. One time, a patron sent a drink your way. Simon took it, downed it in one go, and afterward stared the patron down, daring him to do that shit again.

[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: please know that I can't say Ghost anymore. I can only say Ghoap. Ghoap is love. Ghoap is life. Ghoaposaurus Rex. part one is here.

Believe it or not, the transition into a full-fledged relationship was as anti-climatic as it could get. Thank Soap for addressing the elephant in the room. ("...So... we're together, right?") Cue Simon grunting and you just shrug your shoulders. ("Sure thing.")

And as much as Ghost loves y'all, he also sees this relationship as the biggest fuck you to his father he can possibly give. Fuck you, old man. You never thought he was capable of this, did you? Miserable bastard.

Initially, he'd freeze up and was a little awkward when you and Soap showered him in attention. He's gotten so used to it now that he doesn't freeze up like he used to, even in public. Simon will stare onlookers down. What the fuck are you looking at? Mad that you don't have two gorgeous-as-sin lovers who fucking adore you and will fuck you senseless? Tough shit, mate.

Ghost has made it a point to never bend over in your presence again. Imagine turning around to see two sets of eyes practically eyefucking him.

But it's not like he's any better. He practically eyefucks you two ALL. THE. TIME. And in typical Ghost fashion.

Soap also gives no fucks and will dole out compliments like it's no one's business. Get used to it, love.

You and Soap have also made it your personal mission to see what makes Simon blush.

And though he's not as touchy-feely in public, Ghost's PDA usually just involves brushing and/or leaning against the two of you.

At home is an altogether different matter. You three absolutely have to be touching in some fashion when you're on the couch.

When they're away, affection for Johnny and Simon is usually a clasp of the shoulder. Usually. Away from prying eyes, however, it's a simple press of their foreheads together for reassurance.

Ghost and Soap absolutely love it when you wear their shirts to bed. Goes doubly so when they're away on duty.

They'll also get worried if they don't hear from you (be it through text or call) at least once a day.

You found out firsthand that Johnny is the one who will fight for your honor in a pub bathroom. Simon just wants to go outside and talk. Yep.

Though Ghost will never admit it, since getting with you two, the nightmares of his childhood and the echoes of his father's words have lessened considerably. He hesitates to talk about his life out of fear of you two leaving him. One of these days, he'll tell you everything.

Your lock screen is a picture of you and Soap kissing Simon on his cheeks and he's mid eye-roll. It's so fucking hilarious that Johnny made it his lock screen as well. Simon was NOT impressed.

[wxnheart]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: the idea for this came up out of the blue and I was encouraged to write it so here you go. the premise is simple: what picture of your significant other do you have as your lock screen? as always, I hope y'all enjoy it! And now we have the sequel!

Captain John Price - About as sickeningly sweet vanilla as you can get. Your lock screen is a picture of him geared up, signature hat on, holding a lit cigar, and smiling at the camera like he won the lottery. You always told him his smile was radiant. Seeing him smile makes your day.

Gaz - Your lock screen is a picture of him hard at work. He's reading something and boy, is he concentrating hard. He doesn't believe you when you tell him that he scrunches his nose up while he's thinking. Well, now you have proof.

Soap - You swoon every time your phone lights up. It's a photo of him flexing one arm, smiling, and winking into the camera. You managed to get him after he finished working out and getting those gains. You also may or may not have jumped his bones right after taking said pic. Gah, you fucking love this man...

Ghost - LMAO. So you were trying to be discreet about it (emphasis on the word trying) and capture Ghost just standing there, gun in his hands, minding his business. Menacingly. Motherfucker got your ass because just as soon as you pressed the button, he looked right at you. So now you have a picture of Ghost standing there, gun in hand, minding his business and glaring staring at you. Menacingly. Reactions to your lock screen are either "Holy shit, who the FUCK is that?" or "Wow, he looks cool." You can only sigh adoringly every time you see it. That's Babygurl for you.

Alejandro Thee Stallion - You have a picture of him running a hand through his hair with his eyes closed. No, it isn't intentional; he was actually scratching his head. BUT, it was just the perfect moment and hell yeah, you rejoiced when you got it! He looks modelesque and orgasmic in it. You showed it to Rudy and now Alejandro is wondering why Rudy looks like he wants to laugh every time he sees him.

Rudy - It's actually a picture of you and him together being all cute and shit. And that actually wasn't your first choice. It was originally a picture of him knocked the hell out, bundled up in his favorite blanket, and having the best nap of his life. He looks so boyishly cute when he sleeps. Rudy actually had to put on the puppy dog eyes so you wouldn't make that your lock screen because he's had that blanket as long as he's known Alejandro (who has also seen said blanket) and apparently there's a betting pool going around in Los Vaqueros around the fact that Rudy has yet to get rid of it. It's a long story.

König - You actually have a picture of him sitting down against a wall, arms on his knees looking cool as a cucumber. He's really just chillin', taking in the atmosphere, and staring into space. Looks badass doing it, too. His eyes are pretty entrancing and the picture really puts into perspective how tall König is because he absolutely does not look it when he's sitting down. You also realized that he likes to make himself comfortable in confined spaces. Huh. Wonder if he's aware of that, too. He caught a glimpse of your lock screen by accident and whether you know it or not, he's flattered that he's the first thing you see when you look at your phone.

Phillip Graves - You got a picture of him doing his best Zoolander impression (Blue Steel, y'all) because you forgot to turn the flash off. Whoops. Don't you dare show that to the rest of Shadow Company. Spoiler Alert: You... kinda-sorta-really do. Whoops.

Valeria Garza - One word. Badass. She looks like a fucking badass on your lock screen. Those toned arms and tattoos are out for the world to see. Windswept tresses. And she's smirking at you, too? Oh, baby! You're falling in love all over again.

[wxnheart]

would you ever do a soap/ghost/reader fic where reader is the touch starved one? like maybe ghost and soap were together first and want to help reader get more comfortable in the relationship after they realize that you keep basically third wheeling yourself?

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: I took some liberties with this, anon, so it could coincide with the beginnings of Ghoapbusters. wanna read some more ghoap x reader?

Remember when it was mentioned that the transition to a full-fledged relationship was uneventful? It most definitely was. That doesn't mean it was smooth sailing at the start, though.

Because not only is Simon being Simon, you, despite the apparent attraction, already started doubting your place in this... thing—RELATIONSHIP. Wonderful shit, huh?

And Ghost, for all of his self-doubt, trusts his instinct when it comes to your presence in their lives. Fuck yes, you belong. How else could he keep Johnny grounded? Or something like that. You belong. You three made this choice together. Accept the consequences, baby. You ain't getting rid of them that easily.

Easier said than done, though, because the first time you three went out together—yes, gorgeous, in an official RELATIONSHIP—you pretty much turned yourself into the third wheel. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the chemistry between Simon and Johnny, the ease with which they could be themselves around each other.

It's ironic considering Simon absolutely feels like a fish out of water with all this and if it was possible, Johnny's eyes would roll out of his sockets with the number of times he's rolled them in exasperation because you guys (meaning you and Simon) are so busy reassuring the other and not practicing what you preach. It's so ironic he could laugh. And he does, which helps ease the tension for the most part.

You were also much more comfortable doling out physical affection to Johnny than you are to Simon because as much as you want to bury your face in his chest and grab fistfuls of ass as you hug him even though your arms should ideally be around his waist, you wonder if he (and Johnny) would think you weird for doing so, hell, for even thinking it. When you finally did it for the first time, after what seemed like eons of tentative touches between you two, it went... about as much as you expected. He stiffened, those buns tightened in your hands, and you felt the deep rumble of his groan. "'S not my damn waist," he said, and it didn't carry the fire of agitation that you thought it would. Johnny was proud.

And when they do things for you, you know, that people in RELATIONSHIPS do for each other because they care, you either try your best to convince them not to (what the fuck?) or you giggle. Nervously. To the point that it actually gets awkward. Because why would they do this for you?

It finally comes to a head when they have to sit you down. Simon takes the initiative with this one and fuck, you love it when he takes charge. ❤️

You three talk, or, er, well, they had to pry answers out of you because you were a little anxious about the conversation but really, the outcome managed to soothe your fears for the time being. They do, however, make you promise to talk to them when you start to feel this way again. Sure thing, guys.

In the end, you and Johnny wound up piling up on Simon. Simon who's still getting used to all this and doubts be damned, wraps his arms around you both. It's awkward. It's adorable. It's awkwardly adorable, two words that you NEVER thought you'd use to describe him but here you are.

And that's how Ghost became Simon in the Middle.

[wxnheart]

Hello cutie ! I thirst for reading about task force guys so let me ask you a request when boys realize they have feelings with reader (civilian or military) :) sorry for my english…

You called me a cutie. Thank you, anon. Your English is fine by the way. ❤️

note: I won't specify whether or not they're civilian or military. The way I write, it could be either or. It's totally up to you. I'll focus on the main four for this one and if you want me to do their associates, let me know!

𝐂𝐩𝐭. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

John's revelation is pretty straightforward and not too complicated.

He had an inkling that what he felt for you went beyond platonic rather quickly. It wasn't love at first sight but it was attraction, that's for sure.

John would later say it’s because you had chutzpah in spades, darling. You cracked a joke about his hat and he couldn't help but chuckle. Made his day, actually.

Of course, certainty was a must. He wouldn't make the first move until he was absolutely sure you were attracted to him as well.

Time and getting to know you better absolutely cemented what he felt for you was romantic. A soldier always trusted his gut and he was absolutely certain you felt the same.

Price is a gentleman where it counts so he will be asking you out when he touches down. There's this nice hole-in-the-wall pub that has very good food and he really wants you to experience the euphoria for yourself.

𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 '𝐆𝐚𝐳' 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

You two were caught between a rock and a hard place. Same shit, different day.

Anyone else would've collapsed under the pressure by now but you... you were different. Resilient. Cool, calm, and collected.

Gaz always liked that about you. He was no stranger to discomfort and sticky situations. Rather desensitized to it. Just like you, apparently. Safe to say, he admired you. Took cues from you the same way he did from Price. May or may not have mentally rejoiced when given the opportunity to work alongside you.

So when you turned to him, calmly said you had a plan, and clapped his shoulder in reassurance (not that he needed it but thanks, mate), oh yeah, that admiration was no longer platonic.

When everything was said and done and you two had been safely whisked away, Gaz spent the better part of ten minutes trying to formulate a plan to ask you out for drinks.

Eventually said fuck it and before you two parted ways for the moment, simply asked you out. What is discomfort, mate? Same shit, different day.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 '𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

Oh, Babygurl...

When did Ghost find out? When Soap pointed it out to him.

That's fucking right. SOAP had to point it out to him. And how did Soap point it out to him?

By doing what Soap does best, be sunshine and fucking roses and talk to you. He was close to you. Too close.

He was making you smile. And laugh. Fucking hell, your laugh was music to his ears.

Simon should've known he was in too deep when it came to you. Denial was never one of his strong points. Couldn't get you out of his mind and found himself worrying about you more than he absolutely fucking should. He also avoided looking at you. He's never avoided eye contact with anyone. EVER.

And Johnny's ass hadn't been any help if the knowing look he was throwing Ghost's way (and had been ever since Soap caught him staring at you while you were preoccupied once) was any indication.

Before he left, the smug bastard clapped Ghost's shoulder in support. "All yours, Lt." And here he was. Alone. With you. And you're smiling. You're fucking smiling at him.

He'll buy the prick a pint later to thank him. After he throttles him.

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 '𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩' 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

When he first saw you, saw that sparkle in your eye, and you introduced yourself, it was game on.

And the attraction got progressively stronger.

He loved the way you joked with the team.

He loved the way you got on Ghost's nerves and got the stoic bastard to warm up to you. Somehow. It was the tea, wasn't it?

Hell, he even liked the way you called Graves everything but a child of God.

Whether Simon realizes this or not, Soap uses him as his personal bullshit detector and seeing as the man absolutely likes you as only Ghost can, yeah, you're good in his book as well.

Too damn good. Too damn good to pass up. And yeah, Soap is gonna make his intentions known. He'd be a fool not to.