#platonic cod x reader

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Reader joining the military to find Simon, their father Part 4 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You cried for a while, even when you stopped crying you didn't know what to say to him. Simon kept switching from apologizing and telling you everything was okay, it didn't seem like either of you knew what to do. But it didn't sit right with you when he apologized, from what you know he tried his hardest for you and he was denied, there was nothing he could do, there were so many monsters in your past that needed to apologize, not him. The first thing you told him was “stop apologizing, you tried and that's more than most people did for me” Simon understood the sentiment.

It was late but Simon took you out for food, it was the best he could think of to ease the tension. You two were silent at first, you were waiting for him to talk and he was waiting for you to ask questions. After a while you couldn't help but start asking questions, so many questions, but Simon answered them. Your first questions were about your mother and how they met “she was sweet, pretty, nothing out of the ordinary for me, I don't keep partners. And after that night I never expected to hear from her again” you stopped him “so you just got with women all the time and never left your information in case something happened” Simon smiled internally, you were blunt just like him “no. honestly I never wanted kids, terrified me, so I made sure I wouldn't. With that out of the equation, leaving my name or number was a liability, a lot of people don't like me” you anger had settled at his answer, you even apologized quietly for accusing him.

He continued “I had no clue you existed till, she died and they contacted me” even if he hadn't loved her, it still hurt “I was scared, and absolutely not ready, but the only alternative was the foster system, and I thought about everything I had been through, I didn't want that for you. So even though I was terrified I agreed to take you in, but even though they asked me to, they then denied me” he paused, he seemed both confused and angry "apparently, when they learned I was in the military, in a very secret task force, they decided I was unfit. I tried everything, I offered to leave the task force, leave the military, but they didn't care. I asked over and over again for visits or some form of contact, and they refused, they said I could give a small box” you two were silent for a while before Simon continued "I wasn't sure if you would ever get it, or what to put in it, but I did my best and I hoped that one day you would get the box and find me” 

Simon pulled out his wallet, showing you the one and only picture he had of you, you as a newborn smiling ever so slightly “always kept it on me, a reminder of what could be out there” he smiled when saying it. You smiled too, but that one question that you always wondered still wasn't answered “why didn't you give me some contact information, a number?” Simon pulled out a phone that was probably made before you were born. “I change my phone every 6 months, new number, new everything. And at that time I lived on whatever base we were at. But I did give you Price's personal number, I thought you used that?” you shook your head, you were brought onto the task force by luck “I’m sure anything that might have had value was stolen from the box, including a random number” that pissed Simon off, what kind of pricks were you forced to grow up around 

“So, what about you know” you asked, Simon just shrugged. “I don't have much besides the 141, I don't do much else either. I read, do puzzles sometimes” you laughed, a real laugh, he couldn't help but smile at your happiness “gosh your old” Simon just gaped at you, which only made you laugh more. You started telling him about yourself “you were the reason I joined the military, I wanted to find you and learned I excel at this sort of thing. I want to be more than the military though, no offense” your grin made the last part seem untrue “but I don’t think I mind staying for a while” Simon was happy you were staying, it gave him more time to get to know you, he knows your good on the battlefield but he can't help but worry about you.

Part 5

Tags- @wolfiemagic @missj609 @ella-rowen @paperhermits @dante-luvs-virgil  @sukunasleftdih @meanwitch555

[benjaboyisatwink]

Hellloooo:)

Just have a little cod x reader request

Do you think its possible that you could make a platonic cod x reader where the reader is literally just a tourist and has such batshit insane luck that they always end up where the 141 is and always somehow gets invovled

Remeber to take breaks to eat and drink water

Uhhh sorry it took so long, nonny :( i tried my best!! Also, a bit inspired by Coincidence by Sabrina Carpenter loll

They were undercover in Italy, quietly observing a trade. They couldn't yet stop it, they had to get them in the act, so these four burly men were stationed around the place. John and Kyle were sitting a few tables away from the targets; Simon was positioned on top of a building, sniper's scope trained on them, Johnny was with the backup, ready to intervene if anything goes south.

They were just about to jump when you appeared. Light clothes and sweet expression. You bump on the target's table, spilling burning coffee on one of them. You start apologizing prefusely as the coffee stains the message the man had just received, and burned him. Thankfully, John and Kyle manage to get them before you end up with your brain splattered on the ground.

It leads to you being squished between these military dudes as they handle the situation. Though when it's all over, they barely give you any time to thank them, leaving you with…quite a story to tell.

Weeks later, they were in Spain, breaching a human trafficking quartel hidden in plain sight. They did it quietly and efficiently, like all they do, only to reach the end and find th ehostages were all tourists and...

"Oh, you again, thank God"

They hear your voice, relief palpable. Eyes trailing through the hostages until they land on you, looking scared and frizzled, but otherwise unharmed. Simon is the one who unties you and checks you over, you don't look like you've been here for long.

They send the rescued hostages to their ways and go back to debrief, only to be stopped by you, who, after getting your things from where they had been thrown, gently clear your throat and hand them a couple of sweets.

"I don't have more, but these were in my bag. Thank you"

Safe to say, they were in a good mood during the ride back, only the sound of candy wrapper being heard between the four soldiers. They didn't know your name, and as they quietly enjoyed the sweet taste of your gratitude, they thought of how much of a coincidence it was.

It was a week later when they met you again. France. This time, though, you weren't involved in the mission, but coincidentally enough, you were eating in a restaurant where the man who had the intel they needed was the owner. Thankfully, despite your eyes meeting Johnny's and recognition flashing over your face, you didn't dare to pull any attention to them. And they were grateful to you as you focused back on your date and let them do their jobs.

They didn't expect for you to find them after they left, a big smile on your face as you ran up to them. Despite being a random civillian, these men seemed to have taken a liking to you. Maybe it was the coincidence of you always being around in the worst moment that was so amusing to them. You hand them each some dessert in disposable packaging as you, once again, thank them for everything.

It's a pleasant night as they drive back to base, each with a gourmet dessert of that fancy ass restaurant, coincidentally enough, each dessert fit their individual taste perfectly, and debrief was more relaxed than it normally is.

The fourth time they saw you, they weren't in a mission. Now back in London, the four men relax together in a bar, finally having some downtime after so many missions. They were in a five person booth that night. A coincidence really, all the four person tables were occupied. It was Kyle who saw you, and John who recognized the man you were with as the man who had been with you most of the last times you've met.

They watch as you and the man seem to be talking — or rather, he seems to be talking as you stare at him, unimpressed and annoyed. It doesn't take long for him to stand up, looking like he was apologizing, but he turned and walked out with some woman like you weren't right there. Leaving the soldier to raise their eyebrows in curiosity.

When your eyes meet their's, it's like you all have known each other for years. You sit up from them bar, walking to their table and throwing yourself on the empty spot.

"my boyfriend just went back to his ex" you sighed, not sad, but rather annoying "what a coincidence, huh?"

They laugh at the words and nod along, easily fitting you in their little table. Your luck seem to have been running out, given all these events — but theirs? Not so much, not when it got them a new addition to their group. One with easy smiles and a thing for sweets, it seems.

[holorform2009]

Me after going back to my old fixation and then thinking of an Expandable!reader meeting the task 141 team (stfp man I'm back to my old fixation okay?) can you imagine the interaction between expandable!reader and the team?

Like soap and gaz would want to try that 'flashlight gun' you're holding and see if it can blind an enemy temporarily or permanently. You said no, much to their demise.

And then Price would be the guy to ask you an information about what those variant 'oversized fishes' are (your word not his) and Ghost would ask you questions about what this weapons do like what does black light do? Or what does defibrillator do? (You answered his second question by telling him that it can revive one teammate from the dead)

There was one time where you died and the team was grieving your death and then suddenly you came in out of nowhere and picked up your items nonchalantly and said "ight man let's continue to where we left of" and left the room leaving the whole team agape at you.

Expect to be bombarded with tons of questions after the thing you pulled there.

And yes, you explained to them about the token and mentioned about lady death while doing so.

Basically a crossover between Pressure and call of duty warzone

[konigslittleliebling]

ghost encountering a girl he went to school with and her being shocked/afraid of him and how much he’s changed and he tries not to break down in tears but comforts her🥺

childhood best friends trope will be the death of me 😖

[fag is british slang for cigarette don’t cancel me]

you hate your job. something to do with ‘making ends meet’. could be worse; you could be on the street making ends meet.

you see variants of folk pass through. usually the sadistically intended. you’ve been robbed — blind or point-blank. right now you’re leaning on the counter, chin in palm whilst your fingers drum.

you glance at the clock, 3am. you clock out at six. then your eyes flit to the door as a large man — built like an ox, face masked — trudges toward you. you heart slams in your chest, stomach caving in when it churns. you slip a hand under the till, finger hovering over the panic button.

“pack’f carltons.” his voice is low, brown eyes slipping to the digit you’ve still got positioned on the red button. he pushes some cash across the counter. “fifty quid on my pump.”

you swallow, taking a second to observe the man in front of you, a good foot taller and a fuck load wider. “okay.”

he eyes you, mask shifting when his expression falters. you watch him the entire time too, reaching for the carton of his choice from behind you, before scanning it and placing it down. “make it sixty with the fags.” you tell him, mentally battling with your inner monologue, ‘where the fuck ‘ave i seen those eyes?’

he slides a tenner to you, staring down at you with the same wondering. you pop the cash box, counting his change. he frowns when you hold the copper coins out to him, nervously clearing your throat. “didn’t total to an even fifty. twenty pence change.”

“keep it.” he dismisses, lifting his mask over his nose to pop a cig between his thin lips. you see a tussock of blonde creep beneath the black balaclava where his earlobe pokes out, fair-haired scruff peppering his jaw. crooked nose, broad and broken. top lip bowed and chapped, raised scar stretching from the corner of his mouth to his stubbled chin.

you knew a guy with a similar scar. his hair was sandy, nose permanently set wonky. a man of few words, and a bad smoking habit.

you throat burns, pulse stuttering. “simon?”

he stops in his tracks, halfway out the door. he goes rigid, back stiff and hunched. his head tilts slowly, gaze a little softer over his shoulder. smoke rises through the eyeholes in his mask — the face of a skull. you should’ve known.

you hop the counter, limbs heavy and tears welling. “fuckin’ hell, si, is that really you?”

he turns his whole body in your direction, carlton dangling loosely between two gloved fingers. you approach cautiously, stretching on your toes to lift his mask over his face.

it’s war-torn. scarred, weathered and about ten years older than his age in its appearance. fine lines crease his skin — waxy and bronzed. crow’s feet stamp the outer corners of his eyes, exhausted bags cupping them like tea stains.

you gasp, jumping to lock your arms around his thick neck. you nuzzle your face into his shoulder — firm and sculpted. you inhale, recognising his scent like you’d smelled it yesterday.

simon relaxes, no longer tense as a large and heavy hand pats the small of your back. his palm lingers there, rubbing small circles. “alright, luv.” his voice wobbles, and you can tell he’s refraining tears of his own.

“you’re not allowed to smoke inside.” you say after a silent beat. he chuckles, his subtle laughter causing a thousand memories to surge through your system.

[lazybutsmexy]

I've had this idea for a while, but I wasn't sure who to ask. But after reading Bird Hunting I'm confident you'll do it perfectly 🥰

What if the reader was affectionate with people. Like before every mission they (platonically) tells everyone 'I love you' and blows them a kiss. Leaves little notes in everyone's vests, things like that. Thank you🩷🩷

Thank you for your lovely message! I appreciate the trust you put on me, I hope not to disappoint hehe. I completed this request with both bullet headcanons and a lil'drabble, hope you like it! Under the cut for length!

Warnings: none! pure fluff, GN!reader

Word count: 1200~

Task Force 141 + affectionate reader

the moment you stepped into base it became clear that you’d be the resident care bear.

you made it your life mission to make sure everyone on base knew they were loved

because everyone deserves to be loved - looking at you, Simon *wink wink*

your levels of affection varied from person to person, always being mindful of how comfortable they felt with it

for Ghost for example, you were more inclined to have a cup of Earl Gray ready for him the moment he walked into the common lounge, and sat in silence with him for however long he needed it.

sometimes you’d pat him on the shoulder (when he was sitting down ofc) when you walked past and greeted him variations of “hello mister grim reaper!”, “how’s my favorite specter doing today?”, “woah, you look delightfully cadaverous today~”

he always glared at you when you did that, but he was definitely blushing under the facepaint and skull mask, don’t be fooled. 

your loving words would stay swimming around his brain for days on end 

Price wasn’t against physical affection, but he felt queasy about having a subordinate hugging him in front of others

a pat on the shoulder or the back from you, with a “glad to see you, Captain!” in the mornings was more than enough to lift his spirits for the rest of the day

you also made sure to sneak in his favorite bourbon for his birthday - he scolded you lightly about rules and regulations, but once no one was around he gave you a one-armed hug and a “thanks, kid, appreciate it”

would definitely burst into tears if you told him “Love you, dad!”, so use it wisely

with both Gaz and Soap, however, you went all out. 

they had no qualms at all being physically affectionate

Soap in particular would see you running towards him and immediately drop anything he was holding to catch you in his arms, maybe even give you a lil’ twirl as you planted a wet smooch on his cheek

he would definitely give you a wet smooch back and a big ol’ squeeze

Gaz wasn’t as over-the-top with affection, he was much calmer than Soap

nevertheless, he never, ever, refused your affection

he would immediately feel soothed and content the moment you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, or gave him a kiss on the cheek

receiving any physical affection made him feel giddy in general, sometimes he had a hard time wrapping his head around some of the things he had to do for his job

if you blew Gaz or Soap a kiss they would immediately blow one back

in general, something you never failed to do was to sneak little notes of affirmation in their gear without them noticing

or at least you thought they didn’t notice

they always noticed when your fingers dig a bit too far in their pockets, they just pretended not to notice

because they knew that, the moment they needed it, they would find a lovely note in your handwriting reminding them of how loved they were

Simon made you believe he tossed them away but he actually stacked them in his journal to read in his darkest hours

Soap taped them to the wall next to his bed so he could re-read them all before he went to sleep

Price also collected them in his journal, but taped his favorite one - “Can’t wait to see you soon! Take care, love you!” - to a framed photo of his beloved team

Gaz kept your little notes in the drawer of his bedside table, and every morning he’d choose one to keep in his pocket at all times during the day

~~~~~~

You waited patiently by the door, blinking slowly at the hallway within the base. It was zero-two-forty-five and you should definitely be asleep by now - this was not a mission for you, after all. But you wouldn't simply go to sleep without your little departing ritual. 

The footsteps echoing in the hallway perked you up, your fingers fiddling with the tiny pieces of paper in your pockets. 

Captain Price was the first to arrive, as usual. He shot you a warm smile the moment he noticed you, and you replicated it while opening up your arms. He glanced around and, once verifying there were no other soldiers in the vicinity, he relented and let you give him a quick hug.

A little smirk found his lips when he felt your fingers dig a bit too hard in the area near his smaller holsters. He said nothing, though, and you looked up at him with a grin.

“I hope everything goes well, Cap!”

“Thanks, kid,” he patted your head before stepping out of your short-lived embrace, he walked out and went to have a word with the pilots.

Ghost was the next one. You hadn’t heard him approach you, but he patiently waited for you to notice his presence. When you finally did, you patted his shoulder and shot him a wink, your lips still stretched into a grin as you slipped a paper in his radio holster. 

“Be safe out there, ‘kay? I’ll be waiting for you, LT.”

He only answered with a small grunt, but the softness in his eyes was noticeable miles away. He waited for your touch to leave him before stepping away - he didn’t want you to think he was shrugging you off. 

“Hey, Y/n!” Soap called you, and you opened your arms wide for him to fit in the middle. He let his weapon hang to wrap both arms around you, effectively picking you up and giving you a tight squeeze, “don’t miss me too much, eh?” He smirked down at you, and you answered with a chuckle and squished his cheeks between your hands - after slipping his note into one of his back holsters. 

“I'll always miss you, though,” you hummed, “I promise not to watch Wednesday without you, so don’t worry about that.” He gave you another tight squeeze with a “you better not!” growl into your neck, making you giggle and kick the air.

Gaz’s own chuckle brought you back to the present, and Soap lowered you to your feet before jogging towards the helicopter. You cupped Gaz’s face and brought him down to you, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Take care out there, yeah? Don’t do anything too crazy, hm?”

Gaz snorted and shot you a smirk, “you sure you shouldn’t tell that to someone else?” he teased, his head tilting toward the Scot.

“And you think he’d listen to me?” you shot back, before wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug - also slipping his note in one of the back holsters, “see you soon, Gaz,” you mumbled in his neck, and he reciprocated with a squeeze. 

Just as Gaz joined the others on the helicopter, the engine roared to life, and you stepped closer just so you’d be heard above the noise. You cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled out, “Love you! Take care! See you soon!” 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to hear them say anything back, and you sometimes doubted they could even hear you over the roar of the engines. But you never failed to reassure them that there was someone waiting for their safe return.

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Reader joining the military to find Simon, their father Part 8 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

As expected, Gaz fell asleep on the flight, head leaning on Soap. Soap was occasionally writing things down, his enthusiasm was odd and even had Ghost glaring at him. When you landed Price smacked Gaz awake “get ready, it's going to be a walk” you just rolled your eyes, of course there was going to be a walk, you were on a mission not on vacation, nothing you couldn't handle.

You were mistaken, the walk was not normal. This was a dense forest that hadn't seen humans in decades, maybe ever. A constant up and down hills for miles, you grumbled about it once but Ghost only said “what did you expect, us to just fly up and let anyone see us” had he not been your lieutenant and father you would've given him the bird for his sarcasm. And then when you got there it was even worse, you guys were not situated in a base like Price said, but rather a very very old run down house, if you could call it that. When you first walked in you were worried the door would fall off or one of them would fall through the floor, that's how old and falling apart the house was. But it was hidden and gave a clear view of an old abandoned military base.

“I’m guessing this is why we just hauled this huge bag all the way here” each one of you had a huge bag mostly packed with food, “yep and if we don't see anything in a month we have to all the way back to get more” Gaz said, and Price added “and we need to go to the stream on the east to get water daily” you just sighed and mumbled “I’m going to shoot myself” Soap just laughed at your comment. You knew the 141 went on missions with worse circumstances, you were expecting this, what annoyed you was the fact there was no guarantee. You might be here for months just for nothing, and based on the way all four of them just plopped down on the limited furniture, they also didn't see much potential.

You went to go sit on a stool but as soon as you put your hand on it, it started creaking, ready to break, so instead you went lean against the wall “so what the hell do you do, to pass the time I mean” Price just sighed before standing up “well someone’s always on rotation watching, two people at night, what you do with the rest of your time is up to you. I'll be on first watch” and with that Price left. You took his spot on the couch, which you personally would've considered just a slab of wood. 

It was quiet for a moment before Soap grinned and said “well since ya seem bored, I have some great stories for ya” before you even looked at him Ghost was already saying “Soap, no” but Soap just grinned wider now pulling out the paper he was writing on earlier. Ghost just groaned "I should've known what you were doing” Gaz was now grinning “oh we’re telling those stories” Ghost just sighed and rubbed a hand over his face “would someone please tell me what stories we’re telling” Soap turned to you “ya didn’t know Ghost when he first joined, and if you're joining the team it's only fair we tell you some stories” you now understood their excitement "I would, love, to hear anything you remember” 

Ghost just grumbled and went to join Price on duty. They only told you a few stories while Ghost was gone, claiming it would be funnier if he was here. They told you how when Ghost first joined the team he refused to ever check his laces because he claimed he tied them perfectly the first time and that they'd never need to be redone. Well they did come undone and Ghost fell twice during the mission, the first time he fell so hard he fell though the floor directly onto the enemy, and then when they were making an escape Ghost tripped while going down hill and damn near rolled for a few feet before he just took the shoes off. You were laughing so hard by the end of the story, you were doubled over having trouble breathing.

Then they told you about the one time they managed to convince Ghost to get drunk, like drunk drunk. He somehow slipped away from them and found his way to a tattoo shop, for some reason they accepted him and tattooed exactly what he asked for which was ‘Ghots’ which was Ghost trying to spell his codename but obviously he was too drunk to realize and they just went with it. Ghost was mortified when he woke up, he vowed to never get drunk around those two again, and he had to get it covered up. Ghost must've heard the three of you laughing because he came down to check on you, when he walked in all you said was “can I see the tattoo” and he immediately knew what you were talking about, he smacked both sergeants on the head before leaving again.

Part 9

Tags- @wolfiemagic @missj609 @ella-rowen @paperhermits @dante-luvs-virgil  @sukunasleftdih @meanwitch555 @yearning-ka @kaoyamamegami 

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Reader joining the military to find Simon, their father Part 5 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Your pre mission ritual was a little stupid and definitely made by someone who joined the military at 18 but you still like following it. Every night before a mission you dress in your full military gear, minus the weapons, and you head out, sometimes you go to the pub, sometimes you grab some fast food and just drive around, once you even took a nude midnight art class, you were drunk and you definitely drew them blue. The point is to have one fun night before you're in the middle of nowhere for who knows how long, the uniform is to remind you of what you have to do tomorrow, and that even if you make it back alive you might not be able to do these things again.

Normally you do this alone, without anyone knowing, you expected this to be no different. Sneaking out would be a little harder though, usually the higher ups aren't roomed right next to you, but you're sneaky and they're all probably sleeping. As soon as you step out your room you know they're still up, you can hear Soap and Gaz talking passionately in the common room, you tried to just walk past the room quickly but Soap spotted you and called your name, you sighed turning back around “where ya going” Soap was just curious “out” Gaz narrowed his eyes “out where?” you just shrugged, Gaz looked astonished “the hell you mean? You know we have a mission tomorrow” you nodded “I know, and I’ll be up and ready” you know they're going to ask more questions but they seem chill, they'll probably let you off the hook.

That's what you think until Simon rounds the corner "you're leaving and you have no clue where you're going, right before a mission” his tone clearly indicated he had already made up his mind, “I’m just going out for a bit before we leave, I do it all the time” Simon just shook his head dumbfounded by your reasoning "doesn't matter if you've done it before, even Soap doesn't leave right before mission” Soap looked offended but didn't say anything. “It's not like I'm getting black out drunk or sleeping over at some rando's house, I’ll be back with enough time to sleep, or I'll sleep in the car” Simon just rubbed a hand over his face “in your car? No” “what, it’s just a few hours, it’s not like I’m leaving in the car” you stopped yourself from saying again, Simon didn't know about that.

Gaz looked between the two of you and then at Soap, he raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘are we sure they aren't related’ Simon just held a hand up “no, Price wouldn't want you to” and just like that the conversation was over. You were pissed, you're not a child, and you know he’s just worried about you but you're not used to that. You just went back to your room determined to continue your little ritual. You were good at hiding in the shadows, that was the whole reason Laswell brought you onto the team, to have another Simon, and those skills weren't learned in the military but in what should have been your home, sneaking out was easy. And you were so ready to get tipsy with some cheap alcohol and snacks, in the back of your car on some nearby hill so you could see the stars.

Simon knew he probably shouldn't have, you were a grown adult but leaving before a mission was stupid for anyone, although if Soap or Gaz tried he would have let them. He gave you a bit before he went knocking on your door, when you didn't answer he knocked again before walking in. You weren't there and your window was slightly open, he went back to the common room “they left” Soap honestly laughed “damn they're good, might be better than you and sneaking around” Soap was trying to lighten the mood but Simon was still stressed out, Gaz said "they're an adult Ghost, it’s not a big deal” Simon just shook his head “it’s a very big deal, that's my fucking kid, and I have no clue where they are” 

Part 6

Tags- @wolfiemagic @missj609 @ella-rowen @paperhermits @dante-luvs-virgil @sukunasleftdih @meanwitch555

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Reader joining the military to find Simon, their father Part 6 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Who the hell did Simon think he was, you're a grown ass adult and you know he wouldn't have said anything if you were some other recruit. You tried not to think about it, you just wanted to drive to the middle of nowhere with some snacks and blasting music, do some art in the middle of the night, you'd make sure to be back before morning. You sat on some random hill, the lights and music on your car just enough for you to see/hear, not wanting to disturb anyone. Half your drawing was filled with bright colors, soft and a little hazy, a subtle pop of vibrant color here and there. The other half filled with different shades of gray, all very mute and foggy, the occasional drop of red. Inspired by both the upcoming mission, even on base your life was so much more happy and colorful, and also inspired by Simon, he seemed so sweet behind the mask, both the physical and metaphorical mask. 

While you're out there trying to see the best in Simon, he is on base trying not to freak out. He knows you're an adult, and he knows you've been doing this, he knows plenty of soldiers who have their own weird traditions. Really there wasn't anything wrong with what you were doing but Simon was just so worried, the idea of you being out there in the middle of the night without anyone knowing, not to mention if you didn't show up he had no idea where to start looking. Was it his place to stop you, no, but he really is just worried about your safety, Simon has always assumed of the worst possible outcome.

As usual you show up to the base at almost 3 am, no one should be up and you still get two hours of sleep. You went to your window, closed, not the most unusual thing, it just means you need to go through the front door. Everyone should be in their room sleeping, or at least passed out on the couch. The door opens quietly and you start tiptoeing through the hall, you stopped right before the door in the common room, it was open and everything was silent. But something just felt off, you stilled trying to hear something but not a single sound, you took a step now standing in the doorway.

Standing in front of the couch in the dark was Simon, “where the ‘ell were you” you sucked in a breath, of course he realized, “out, like I said” Simon didn't move an inch “where were you after I told you not to leave” he wasn't going to drop this “on some hill drawing, I’m back like I said I would so there's no issue” you tried to walk away, “no, we still have an issue, sit” as much as you storm to your room like a teenager he was still your lieutenant, so you sat. 

“I told you not to go. I said it was dangerous. We have a mission tomorrow. Your lieutenant told you to stay” it was an effort not to roll your eyes “if that's all this is then just write me up” Simon took a deep breath and honestly you expected screaming, obviously he was mad about not being in control, just like your many foster parents. But no, Simon spoke softly “it's not about that” he looked you in the eyes “you jus’ disappear with no clue where you're goin’. What happens if you don't show up the next day and we all get deployed and you're just missin’” you never really thought about that, never had a reason to, didn't have people that really cared about you. “I don't care that you didn't listen to me, I care that you risked your life for no reason” 

You know you should apologize, you didn't mean to make him worry, but you just stared down, you don't plan on stopping your little tradition, you work better after you do it. Simon came a little closer "I'm not tryin’ to stop you, but there has to be a safer way. I'm too old for all this worry” you chuckled, whispering “you sound like Price” he definitely did, and he made a mental note to apologize to Price for his younger years, he was way more reckless than you, he must've given Price heart attacks daily. “Jus’ next time let's figure somethin’ out first, okay?" you nodded, Simon was nothing like the long list of foster parents you've had.

Part 7

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