#sniper reader

[artyseraphim]

“𝑯̲̅𝒆̲̅𝒂̲̅𝒅̲̅𝒔̲̅𝒉̲̅𝒐̲̅𝒕̲̅ 𝒃̲̅𝒂̲̅𝒃̲̅𝒚̲̅, 𝒃̲̅𝒂̲̅𝒏̲̅𝒈̲̅ 𝒃̲̅𝒂̲̅𝒏̲̅𝒈̲̅,”

Texts with your boyfriend! Except, you may be a crazier sniper than him !!SMAU!!

Contains: Hoodie/Brian Thomas

CW: canon typical violence, reader is lowk territorial, threats.

-Arty writes ₊✩‧₊

© All works are mine. Do not steal, plagiarize, or repost my works on other platforms.

[springingsour]

ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴠᴇʀɴꜱ: ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ

“The Ghost of the Caverns”

To be a true sniper in Slugterra, a blaster needs more than good aim. The slugs have to be fast, precise, and built for long-distance impact. Every shot is a calculation; every slug in the bandoleer has a job.

The Mecha Beast: The Albatross

Most Mechas in the caverns stomp, roar, or clank. The Albatross does none of that.

The Albatross is a V-series glider Mecha: sleek, white, and almost unnaturally quiet. Instead of legs, it uses retractable skids to land on cliff edges, narrow ledges, or even dangling platforms. Piloting it demands immense core strength and balance—leaning into turns, rolling with the wings, and occasionally hanging off the side while taking a shot.

While other slingers thunder into battle, the Albatross simply appears above it.

The only flying mecha beast model in the caverns. 

Headcanons: Interactions with the Shane Gang

Eli Shane

Eli is fascinated by the “one shot, one win” approach. While the rest of the team charges in, Eli often taps the comm and says the same thing:

“Take high ground. Pick the opening shot. We’ll follow your lead.”

At first, he’s a little protective. No heavy armour, no giant shields—just a glider and a bandoleer full of slugs. Then Eli realises something important: no one can hit a ghost if a ghost is never seen. After watching a few impossible shots, Eli stops double-checking and starts trusting.

Kord Zane

Kord is obsessed with the Albatross. Every time the glider lands near the hideout, Kord appears with a wrench, three new blueprints, and the sentence:

“So, hear me out… what if we add just a few more thrusters?”

Unfortunately for Kord, more thrusters mean more weight, more noise, and less stealth. After many debates (and one near-stall on a test flight), both sides agree on a compromise: Kord builds a custom long-barrel Wraith Blaster with an advanced cooling system for high-velocity shots.

The Albatross stays light and quiet. The blaster, however, becomes the loudest thing on the battlefield—until a few tweaks make it almost completely silent.

Trixie

Trixie and the Ghost are the “brains” of the operation.

Trixie’s drones sweep the caverns, mapping them in real-time. Those 3D layouts stream directly to the Albatross’s small, customized HUD. Weak spots, choke points, and ambush angles light up on the map. Trixie calls out targets, and a heartbeat later, they fall.

She also insists on recording “slug science” Slugisodes with high-altitude footage taken from the Albatross’ onboard cameras. Half of them end with Trixie saying:

“Do not try this at home, kids. Or in a cavern. Or anywhere.”

Pronto

Pronto proudly claims to be the “master of stealth” and the original teacher of the “art of the unseen.” This is impressive, considering Pronto is the loudest being in at least fifty of the ninety-nine caverns.

To keep Pronto happy, the Ghost never corrects him.

Sometimes, during missions, Pronto will declare over the comms:

“Observe! Pronto has taught the Ghost everything about subtlety!”

Right as he says this, a guard drops silently from a catwalk fifty feet away, neatly disarmed by a single shot. The timing is perfect. Pronto is convinced this is proof.

No one argues.

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Short Composition: The Silent Descent

Heat shimmered off the Magma Cavern floor, twisting the air into ripples. Dr Blakk’s guards were dug in behind a reinforced barrier with blaster fire, barrels that chewed up any rock brave enough to roll across the open ground.

Eli’s team was pinned.

“We’re stuck, [_____]!” Eli’s voice crackled over the comms. “Can you see the power cell from up there?”

High above, nearly scraping stalactites, a white silhouette clung to the stone-dark ceiling.

Flat against the Albatross’s frame, goggles pressed tight, there was no answer—only quiet mental math. Wind shear. Cavern pressure. Heat distortion off the lava vents. Vapour’s chemical trail still lingered in the air, faint lines twisting across the field of view.

A Frostcrawler slug slid into the long-barrel Wraith Blaster with a clean, practised motion.

“Steady, Zero.” The whisper was more habit than sound; Zero chirped in cool, sharp excitement.

The Albatross rolled slowly, wings tilting. Then the glider dropped.

The descent was a silent white arrow through the haze. The guards, focused on Eli and the others, never even glanced up. Just as the Gatling-Barrels whirred to full speed, the Albatross levelled for a single heartbeat.

One breath.

One pull of the trigger.

No thunderous bang. Just a localised hiss of compressed air.

Zero streaked forward like a blue comet, vanishing in the glare of magma and muzzle flashes. A second later, icy crystals exploded around the heavy blaster’s cooling vent, encasing the mechanisms in jagged frost. The barrels shuddered, shrieked once, then froze completely.

“Turret’s down,” came the calm report over comms from your voice.

The Albatross snapped into a vertical climb, vanishing into shadows above as quickly as it had appeared.

“Clean it up, Eli.”

From the ground, Eli watched the white glider disappear against the cavern ceiling.

“Remind me never to get on their bad side,” he muttered, grinning as he finally charged forward.

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Top Slugs for a Sniper Loadout

A sniper in Slugterra needs slugs that prioritise velocity, precision, and distance-based effects. Every slot on the bandoleer matters.

Speedstinger – “Tracker” (Velocity Expert) Once a Speedstinger leaves the barrel, its velocimorph form becomes a living bullet. Tracker in particular is lean and razor-precise, built for ricochets. Tracker doesn’t just hit the target; Tracker hits the belt buckle or the wrist-guard, disarming while barely scratching.

Gazzer – “Vapour” (The Spotter) Vapour’s gas creates thermal and chemical trails, revealing heat signatures and even subtle air currents. With Vapour marking the field, windage and distance become predictable, boring math.

Hoverbug – “Breezy” (The Scout) Breezy is the co-pilot. Hoverbugs can stay at velocity longer than most slugs, maintaining a high-altitude glide. From there, Breezy feeds back positioning cues—tiny shifts in air pressure, eddies around rock formations, and the telltale rush of incoming Ghouls.

Frostcrawler – “Zero” (The Saboteur)Zero doesn’t just freeze enemies; Zero freezes problems. A single shot can lock up a blaster chamber, jam a Mecha Beast’s joints, or turn a turret’s cooling vent into a solid chunk of ice from hundreds of yards away.

Arachnet – “Charlotte” (The Grappler) Used to create zip-lines between cavern ledges or anchor points for the Albatross. An Arachnet web line can turn a sheer drop into a stable firing platform, or a deadly fall into an elegant swing.

Hypnogrif – “Daze” (The Takedown) Daze specialises in non-lethal extraction. One soft impact, and the targets slump to the ground in a deep sleep. It’s the slug of choice when the mission calls for zero noise and zero casualties.

Shadowvelle – “Sable” (The Cloak) Sable can shroud a shot in shadow. When fired, the slug creates a veil of darkness around itself, rendering the projectile almost invisible. Perfect for sniping in broad daylight or under bright cavern lamps.

Hypnoglow – “Discord” (The Discord)Discord brings the discord. A rare shot and even rarer slug. Can create illusions and mess up the enemy's coordination easily. 

Slyren – “Lullaby” (The Tranquilliser)One well-placed shot, and guards fold like badly stacked cards. It’s the preferred option when sneaking through enemy territory, and the goal is “no alarms, no screaming, no problem.”

Flatulorhinkus – “Perfume” (The Smokescreen) Perfume’s gas cloud looks harmless… until it explodes into a smelly, shimmering haze that blinds sensors and sight alike. Perfect for covering a quick glider dive or a last-second escape.

Headcanons: The Chaotic “Quiet One”

The Tactical Ghost

While the Shane Gang is famous for dramatic entrances, the Ghost prefers the opposite: no entrance at all.

No speeches. No warnings. No banter over the comms until after the job is done.

Enemies whisper about a white glider seen circling high above before operations go wrong. Security systems shut down, turrets ice over, and guards fall asleep in place. No one ever hears a shot.

The Communication Gap

Spoken words are optional. Communication usually comes in the form of hand signals, sharp whistles, or a rhythmic tap-tap-tap on the blaster frame.

Kord and Eli eventually figure out that the number and speed of taps actually form a pattern—almost like a code. Trixie tries to map it out, turning it into a chart. Pronto insists he already understands the “ancient tapping language,” despite absolutely not understanding the ancient tapping language.

The Trickshot Junkie

Downtime at the Shane Hideout is never quiet.

Practice doesn’t involve simple bullseyes. Instead, there are trickshot setups all over the training area: frying pans suspended from chains, reflective plates, swinging cans, and one very confused practice dummy wearing three helmets.

One memorable afternoon, Kord watches a Speedstinger shot bounce:

Off a frying pan,

Across three stalactites,

Into a Mecha-Beast’s side mirror, and finally

Straight into Pronto’s snack.

The snack flies dramatically into the air. Pronto yelps. The snack lands perfectly back in Pronto’s hand.

Pronto declares this “proof of incredible respect for Pronto’s personal food space.” No one argues with that either.

The Slug Whisperer

Unlike most slingers, there’s no need for translation tech. Slug chirps, trills, and clicks come through like a second language.

A bright, excited chirp means “ready to go.” A soft, low trill means “updraft from the west.” A sharp double-click might mean “enemy Mecha at two o’clock.”

Sometimes, when the bandoleer gets crowded, the slugs hold noisy, squeaky arguments over whose turn it is to be fired next. On several occasions, Breezy and Tracker have tried to race for the next shot by wriggling forward at the same time, almost tumbling out of the bandoleer.

Chaotic Maintenance

Kord is the official mechanic of the Shane Gang. Unfortunately, the Albatross and the sniper gear do not always follow official guidelines.

The glider is held together by a blend of Arachnet silk, patched plating, and something Kord refers to as “absolutely not regulation.” Every time Kord opens up a panel and finds hand-stitched slug padding or improvised wiring, there is a long sigh.

The blaster has been tuned to be so quiet that Eli once walked into a room mid-mission, saw a guard’s weapon mysteriously explode in a shower of harmless sparks, and realised only afterwards that a shot had been fired.

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World Interactions: The “Ghost” of the Caverns

The Shadow Clan Connection

Silent steps. Respect for the slugs. A preference for the dark corners and upper ledges of the caverns.

These traits earn unusual favour with the Shadow Clan. While most humans are watched carefully, the Ghost is watched… less carefully. Shadow Clan scouts sometimes leave cryptic markings on walls or subtle trail signs meant to be noticed and followed. Occasionally, a mission goes suspiciously well near their territory.

No one admits to helping. No one has to.

Interaction with Eli

Eli likes plans. Eli likes huddles.

The Ghost, however, often vanishes the second Eli says, “Okay, team, gather up.” By the time the first strategy board is set up, the Albatross is already two hundred feet in the air.

Eventually, Eli adapts. During briefings, he just jabs a finger at the map and says:

“That. Make that go away.”

Then he trusts the faint white streak in the sky to do the rest.

Interaction with Trixie

Trixie is the only one who consistently keeps up with the technical data pouring off the glider’s instruments—wind patterns, thermal currents, slug energy readouts.

They trade information constantly: Trixie provides tactical overviews and armour weak points on newer Mecha-Beasts, and in return gets unparalleled high-altitude footage and data for Slugisodes.

One day, Trixie tries to explain to Pronto how wind vectors affect long-range shots. Pronto nods wisely and then summarises:

“Ah, yes, of course. The wind listens to Pronto’s mighty presence and moves aside to aid the Ghost. Very simple.”

Trixie spends the next ten minutes laughing into a microphone with the recording accidentally still on.

▄︻デ═══一

The Fighting Style: “The Art of the Single Arc”

There are no slug-fests. No back-and-forth exchanges until blasters overheat.

Find a perch. Calculate the arc. Fire once.

The Ghost builds an entire style on this principle. Cavern pressure, wind tunnels, rope bridges, even bouncing echoes are all just variables in an equation.

The 100% Record

Legends spread fast in the 99 caverns.

A white Mecha glider. A single shot. A single impact. Then silence.

No one can confirm how many battles were ended with just one slug, but rumours claim the Ghost has never missed. Whether or not that’s true, enemies tend to believe it. More than once, a gang has surrendered the instant they spot the Albatross circling above.

The Voice

Most of the time, the Ghost says nothing.

A tilt of the head. A whistle. A tap on metal.

But when a voice does come through the comms, it’s short and precise—usually a warning or a command.

“Behind you.”

“Left flank.”

“Duck.”

The Shane Gang has learned something important: when that voice breaks the radio static, everyone—Kord included—stops talking and listens.

▄︻デ═══一

The Inner Circle: “Backpack” Best Friends

Like Eli Shane, the Ghost treats slugs as family, not ammunition. A specialised, padded backpack doubles as a cosy nesting ground. Inside, each slug has a preferred spot.

Sometimes, when everyone else is asleep, muffled chirps and trills drift from the backpack. The slugs trade stories of that day’s shots.

Tracker insists every ricochet was intentional.

Breezy exaggerates wind speeds.

Daze claims to have put an entire squad of guards to sleep “with style.”

No one corrects them, either.

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Extra Scenarios & Funny Moments

1. The Pronto “Stealth” Lesson

During one mission, Eli decides that team synergy needs improvement and suggests that the Ghost teach Pronto “real stealth.”

The Ghost leads Pronto into a narrow cavern corridor, one finger pressed to the mask in a universal quiet gesture.

Pronto nods solemnly.

Ten seconds later, Pronto trips over a rock, crashes into a crate, and somehow sets off three separate echo alarms. Guards rush past, searching for the source of the noise.

From above, tucked into a ceiling ledge, the Ghost watches, completely unseen. A single shot from Tracker ricochets along the walls, knocking out light fixtures in a perfect pattern. The cavern plunges into darkness.

When the lights come back up, the guards are tied together in Arachnet webbing, Pronto somehow has a sandwich, and insists this was all part of “Pronto’s grand distraction strategy.”

Officially, that version of the story goes in the mission log.

2. Kord’s “Minor Upgrade”

Kord convinces everyone to test a “tiny, totally safe” modification to the Albatross: a hidden turbo-boost for emergency lifts.

During a scouting flight, a flock of wild Hoverbugs gets startled and swarms the glider. The Ghost taps the new emergency switch.

The Albatross rockets straight up, nearly flipping. Breezy is so startled that the slug clings to the goggles backwards, chirping panicked updates in reverse directions.

“Left!” actually means “up,” “down!” might mean “rock!”

Somehow, the Albatross skims upside-down along the underside of a rock shelf, rights itself, and glides out into open air.

Witnessing this, Kord simply mutters:

“Okay, maybe… slightly too much turbo.”

The switch gets a big, bright “USE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR LIFE FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES” sticker.

Kord gets banned from touching your precious glider for a few weeks. 

3. Trixie’s Slugisode Blooper

Trixie attempts to film a serious Slugisode about “the science of long-range slug slinging.”

She sets up a camera, points to a complex diagram, and explains:

“Now, the angle of attack plus the cavern wind vector gives us—”

Behind Trixie, in perfect view of the camera, Tracker and Breezy argue over who gets to be the demonstration slug. Their argument turns into a mini slug-wrestling match, rolling across the table, knocking over charts and models.

One mistimed bounce sends Breezy flying onto Trixie’s head, wings flapping.

The footage ends with Trixie dissolving into laughter, the Ghost off-screen tapping an amused rhythm on the blaster frame.

The Slugisode still gets posted—with a new title: “Science… Mostly.”

4. The “Ghost Story” About the Ghost

One night, while everyone is camped in a quiet cavern, Pronto decides to tell a scary story.

“They say there is a mysterious sniper who appears out of nowhere. A phantom of the stalactites! A spectre of the ledges! A—”

While Pronto talks, the campfire suddenly pops. A stone shifts behind him. A shadow crosses just out of sight.

With each dramatic phrase, something in the cavern subtly moves—a pebble falls, a rope swings, a harmless stalactite drip lands on Pronto’s shoulder at exactly the wrong time.

By the end of the story, Pronto is wrapped in his own blanket like a cocoon, jumping at every noise.

Eli looks up, just in time to see the faint outline of the Albatross glide silently past the mouth of the cavern.

“Real ghosts,” Eli says quietly, “don’t need stories.”

The comm crackles once with soft, amused static.

▄︻デ═══一

In every cavern, every rumour circles back to the same idea: somewhere out there, riding a whisper-quiet Mecha glider, there is a sniper who never misses, never shouts, and never stays long enough to be seen.

The Ghost of the Caverns.

And if that white shape appears overhead…

The smart move is to surrender.

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Incorrect Call of Duty Quotes | Masterlist

Note: These are only related to Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II. There is no order, unless they are numbered.

141!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

- Part of Taskforce 141, quite new to the team and proud owner of 3 braincells.

[Gender Neutral or else marked]

Aesthetic

Apology

Beautiful Morning

Bi

Bug

Cleared

Dare

Dinner

Don’t Move

Enjoying the Swans [M!Reader]

Imagine

Interrogation

Joke

Knives

Late Night Crafts

Mental Break

Morse Code

Stealth Mission

Successful...?

Tea

ᴍᴜʟᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

- either part of taskforce 141 or KorTac or SpecGru but definitely 100% dumb and a menace.

German!Reader: Autobahn

Russian!Reader: BAC

German!Reader: Bless You

Swiss!Reader: Böögg

Swiss!Reader: Böögg pt. 2

Hispanic!Reader: Consequences

German!Reader: Döner

German!Reader: Excuse Me

German!Reader: First Impression

German!Reader: Geist

Swiss!Reader: Greeting

Swiss!Reader: Knife

Scottish!Reader: Microwave

Swiss!Reader: Neutral

Canadian!Reader: Queen

German!Reader: Reunion

German!Reader: Road Rage

Russian!Reader: Road Trip pt. 1

Russian!Reader: Road Trip pt. 2

German!Reader: Schnitzel

German!Reader: Schnitzel pt. 2

German!Reader: Schnitzel and Pommes

German!Reader: Surrounded

German!Reader: Swearing

Russian!Reader: Therapy

German!Reader: Tomato

Swiss!Reader: Train

Scottish!Reader: Urge

German!Reader: Wound

German!Reader: You Got Pranked

[descendantofthesparrow]

Together Again - Harry Hook x Clayton!Reader - Oneshot.

I need to work on my commissions but I was watching d2 and just can't help myself! So! D2 oneshot, (y/n) was invited to Auradon with the c4 with their twin! Harry n reader are pretty much already dating before d1. Gender natural reader! no she/her or he/him pronouns used, outfits provided are just suggestions :3

*Suggested sex! no detail but you’re gonna look at the paragraph and go ‘oh yeah they had sex’. jus a lil warning*

outfit options, take ur pick i designed both to be pretty gender neutral. 

=

You stared out across the ocean to the isle, where you had left him behind…not willingly, but…with the others choosing good, and little to no chance of more vks coming over to Auradon any time soon…you were forced to leave him behind.

“(y/n)?” you turned slightly, your twin brother, Corbin; was walking up next to you, plopping down beside you on the sand. “still thinking about him?”

“How could I not?” you mumbled curling in on yourself, pressing your mouth to your arms. Eyes still locked onto the isle, particularly the area where the docks would be. Where he would be.

Corbin sighed, pulling you into his side “there's still a chance Ben could invite more kids over, maybe you could ask him to invite Harry next?” you hummed, tilting your head a bit. It had been six months since you had been told by your dad about your transfer to Auradon Prep.

“I dunno” you muttered, standing and wiping down your pants. “come on, it's getting dark” Corbin hummed, glancing across the sea again, seeing the isle lights starting to emerge. He nodded and stood, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you back up the path to the Auradon prep dorms.

-

Two nights later, you awoke to the sound of rapid knocking. You grumbled and slipped out of bed; Corbin still dead asleep as he always was. You opened the door and saw Jay and Carlos standing before you, both with wide eyes and hurried motions.

Carlos continually looked side to side, as if he was afraid someone was listening in, and Jay was clenching his hands “Mal ran off to the isle, we might need an extra hand” Jay said quietly, not wanting to wake your brother. Between the two of you, you were the better fighter and shot, able to shoot down crows from the air 200 feet below while they were moving.

You blinked for a moment, then realized, they were going to the isle; you could go see Harry. “let me get dressed’ you muttered, Carlos stopping the door from closing with his foot.

“we’ll be out back in the courtyard, in fifteen minutes” you nodded, the boys running off to get Ben ready as you grabbed your old isle clothes and quickly got dressed.

You patted Corbin's head, and he snorted awake, looking up at you with bleary eyes. “wha-?” he drowsily asked, furrowing his brows as you nodded towards the door.

“Heading out for a while, to the isle with the others. I’ll be back” h nodded, still mostly asleep but he flopped onto his pillow and quickly fell back asleep as you walked out the door.

You paused, backtracking for a moment and grabbing your collapsible sniper rifle (think the rifle Caitlyn uses in arcane), hooking the sheath up to your back, sliding the rifle in place, and running back out the door.

You had a pirate to reunite with.

-

You stared bored up at the apartment Mal had shut herself into, you had never really cared for the fae girl, she had always been a bitch towards you. her months in Auradon hadn't changed that; probably because you were never a part of her little group, instead connecting with Harry Hook and Uma; Mal’s arch enemy on the isle.

You dropped your gaze towards your boots, wondering if Gil would mention you to Harry. You perked up as you noticed shadows walking back and forth down the alleyway, one wearing a very familiar silhouetted tailcoat.

You glanced at the others, all distracted by their worry and stress over Mal and Ben, and walked off towards the shadows, one hand ready to grab your rifle in case it wasn’t who you thought.

You stepped into the barley illuminated alleyway and smiled, locking yes with those striking ocean blue ones. “hi” you whispered out, and Harry bolted forward and slammed into you, his arms curling around your waist as your arms tossed around his neck.

“Mah beloved,” Harry whispered out, his voice hoarse. You sniffed, treading your fingers through his hair. “I missed yeh” the other pirates backed away slightly, giving the two of you a more private moment.

“I missed you too. im sorry, I meant to come back, I wanted to get all of you. But I was stuck” you muttered into Harry’s shoulder, feeling him pick his head up and press soft kisses to the side of your head. “you don’t hate me?”

“How could I ever hate yeh, I know yeh would never betray any of us,” Harry said softly, pulling back and cupping your cheeks, smiling. “Uma too, we know yeh (y/n), yeh would never truly side with the dragon bitch” you laughed, shaking your head slightly as you pulled Harry back into a hug.

“Thank Hades” you mumbled, closing your eyes as Harry’s warmth seeped into you. “fuck I missed you” Harry chuckled lowly, wrapping himself around you, cheek pressed into your head.

Suddenly Gil stepped up and tapped Harry’s shoulder, nodding down to the alleyway where the apartment was, where…Ben was making his way down the alley, his head down. “this fucking idiot” you muttered, separating from Harry and preparing to go around the other way to make it seem like you weren’t a part of their plan. If anything just to make it go smoother for them “do what you need to do, I’ll see you later” Harry kissed your hand quickly as you turned to run off down another alley.

You heard Ben get grabbed and you turned the corner to head back to the apartment, pausing as you heard the others call for Ben, and you. Harry then walked up, and you could hear the grin in his voice. He then told them of his kidnapping of Ben, sounded confused when they asked about you (he was always a good actor), and then said Uma wanted Mal at the chip shop to discuss the deal to get Ben back.

He walked off with a smile and whistling, as Carlos started to call out for you. And at that you stepped around the corner, looking confused “uhhh, what happened?”

“Harry took Ben” Evie supplied in a frantic tone, looking up as Jay quickly climbed the stairway to get to Mal “where were you?” she asked as she looked back at you, brow raised.

“thought I heard something over there” you pointed behind you, towards the alley you had emerged from, lies spilling off your tongue like water.

Carlos grumbled, crossing his arms “probably one of his wharf rats distracting you so you wouldn’t distract him or something” you held down your laughter, you forgot sometimes that they knew about your ‘relationship’ with Harry. Yeah, he was pretty easily distracted by you, but the fact that they knew that made you laugh.

And then the gate to the stairway opened, and the three of you went up. Going to tell Mal the bad news.

-

You kept quiet as Mal spat at her friends, blaming them for Ben coming to the isle just for her. “if you never would’ve brought him here this never would’ve happened what were you thinking!?”

You clicked your tongue, looking away from Mal as Evie tried to defend herself and Ben “he was going to come with or without us we just wanted to protect him!”

“yeah and we blew it!” Carlos interrupted, setting another self-blame on himself and the others for failing to protect Ben.

“Okay! Okay…” Jay calmed the group down, holding his hands up and looking to Mal “so what are we going to do?”

“we!” Mal gestured between her and her friends, stepping down to the same floor they were on and grabbing her back “are not doing anything, this is between Uma and me, and she’s a punk. And guess what? now I have to go get him!”

Hades she made it sound like going to save ben was a chore she didn’t want to do. “woah woah woah.” Carlos held his hands up, his eyes wide in alert “you’re still going to have to go through Harry Hook and his wharf rats”

“yeah” Jay added on, agreeing with Carlos “you’re gonna need us, or at least take (y/n) with you, Harry has a soft spot for them you know that.” Mal scoffed, she didn’t trust you, even after six months.

“Uma said to come alone” Mal covered her distaste for you with Uma’s demand, curling her lip slightly as Evie tried to reason with her.

“Mal, come on” Carlos sighed, turning to Evie and shaking his head.

“she said to come alone…i know one thing” Carlos plopped down on the ratty couch, crossing his arms and looking up at his friends “im not going anywhere”

Jay sighed and looked back to Mal, glancing towards you as you examined your rifle. “we’ll be here when you get back” Mal just gave him a bored look, turning and walking off towards her area of the apartment to grab her jacket sleeves.

As soon as you heard her close the gate you clicked your tongue, collapsing your rifle and sliding it back into its sheath “she acts like Ben was in the wrong to be worried about her” you muttered crossing your arms. Evie looked as if she agreed with you, but was too afraid to say anything. Carlos and Jay just nodded, not happy with Mal’s attitude. “and now I have to go get him? Fuck it's as if she thinks Ben is a chore for her to begrudgingly look after” you muttered, pushing off the pillar and again, the three vks seemed to agree with you.

They really didn’t like Mal’s tone and her choice of words, yes she might’ve been frustrated but-that didn’t give her the right to talk to them like that when technically this entire thing was Mal’s fault.

Lying to Ben, then trying to spell him when he found out about those lies; which! according to Ben, he hadn't even harshly reacted to it, just disappointed. He only got mad when she tried to spell him, and then she ran off the first chance she got! Didn’t even try to give herself an hour to cool down or anything.

You just-you were mad at Mal, Ben was someone you had gotten close to in the recent months, and she-HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND- was acting as if Ben was just- a burden for her to take care of.

Yeah, you were just done with Mal. You turned on your heel and started to go down the stairs. “where are you going?” Jay asked, crossing his arms. You just looked at him, a sharp look in your eyes. He sighed, stepping back. “fine, just-don’t…don’t let him ruin getting Ben back” you nodded, continuing downstairs and leaving the apartment to go see Harry.

-

You woke up the next day in Harry’s bed, watching him walk around in nothing but his black pants as he got ready for the trade that day. You yawned and slipped out of his bed, slowly getting dressed as Harry rushed around to get all his gear “fuck where are meh belts” he grumbled, pausing as you gestured to the bed. He dropped to one knee and chuckled “wow love, yeh really tossed em all the way under ‘ere?” you shrugged, taking a water bottle from his fridge and cracking it open.

Harry stood, buckling the belts to rest across his hops and sped over to you, kissing the back of your neck as he held your bare and bruised hips “I gotta go, stay safe okay?” you nodded, tilting your head as he kissed the curve of your neck, then your cheek “i-I love yeh”

“love you too” you muttered back, voice just a bit stronger than his as he stuttered out the confession. He smiled, turning and putting on his shirt, sword sheath, and jacket. he then shoved on his boots, grabbed his hat, and flew out of his apartment, making his way to the docks to go prepare for the important trade.

You sighed, glancing around Harry’s apartment for a moment then got dressed, shrugging on your jacket after putting on the rest of your clothes and clipping your rifle sheath back on before walking out of the apartment and making your way back to the others.

-

You were hidden away high above the docks in the shadows, your rifle resting in your hands as you watched Mal taunt Uma about the wand, as Ben was being held by his jacket collar over the water; by Harry, who looked at Mal with mania induced eyes.

‘Just give her the damn fake wand so we can get Ben back’ you mentally called out to Mal, she was just enjoying taunting Uma, as if the damn KING of Auradon’s life wasn’t on the line! She had always been like this; as if everybody was was insignificant.

But finally, Uma demanded the wand after Mal showed off a spell, which was really just lying by using Dude’s new ability to talk. Uma believed it, and you wanted to scream out, wanted to tell her it was fake.

But you stayed silent, hoping Uma and Harry would forgive you for not telling them the plan before everything happened. Harry brought Ben over, squinting a bit as the shine of your rifle got into his eyes. He glanced up, licking his lips as he caught you in the shadows, but he didn’t dare reveal your location; even if you were on the other side of the trade.

Soon, a fight broke out; Uma had found out about the wand being fake, snapping the plastic over her knee and screaming for attack. You loaded up your smoke pellets into the rifle and began to take fire, bullets filled with smoke powder that exploded into huge clouds erupted at the pirate's feet and on the posts, grey mixing with the colored smoke fired by Carlos.

You switched to soft pellets a moment later and took a deep breath, silent shots hitting the pirate's sword handles, making them drop the sword or fumble for their weapons as they were thrown off balance. You perked up as you spotted Harry and Jay fighting on one of the higher-up dock balconies. You grunted in displeasure as Jay knocked Harry down and took his hook, laughing as he threatened to drop the hook In the water.

You waited as the hook swung back and forth on the sword blade, taking your short the moment it swung backward and the pellet hit Jay's hand. He yelped out, dropping the sword and cradling his hand. Jay's sword clattered into the sea as Harry's hook swung back forward and caught on the rails.

Jay furrowed his brows, having not seen the shot as Harry glanced back up at you with a grin and took his hook back. Jay quickly made his escape as Harry swung at him, and you tilted your head at Harry as he grinned up at you. Then his grin turned to horror “MOVE NOW!” He yelled out suddenly, his voice laced in panic. You turned, eyes widening as you saw one of Uma’s crew members, one that you knew wasn’t a part of the wharf rats when you were around six months ago, sword in hand about to strike you down.

You planted your hand on the wood below you and arched up, kicking the crew member in the chin and then leaping off the high-point you had chosen for your hiding place. you twisted around mid-air and shot at the pirate, the pellet hitting him square in the middle of his forehead, the soft pellet just hard enough to make him stumble back. The second shot you took hit him in the throat, and the pirate doubled over coughing.

You twisted back around and caught yourself on a hanging rope, mentally thanking your past self for putting on good gloves as you slid down to the main docks. Harry looked so damn relieved, and Uma was distracted by Mal as she tried to take the dragon bitch out.

Harry bit his lip as he looked at the fight, then raced over to you, cradling your face “are yeh okay?” he asked quietly, giving you several look-overs for any injuries.

You just smiled, taking his hand and kissing his palm “I am now…we have a fight to continue eh?” Harry chuckled as you said that, jumping back as you swung at him playfully with the butt of the rifle.

“minx” he grumbled, smiling as you ran off towards the heat of battle. He cornered Ben and slammed his sword against the ladder he was near, pinning him to it “Hiya~!”

Your rifle was definitely meant for long-range attacks but that never stopped you. You took out the pellet ammo and loaded up a few shots of small paintballs, you spun it around to rest the top of the barrel on your shoulder, pulling the trigger and hitting Bonnie in the chest, smirking as you heard her screech as pink paint splattered against her chest painfully.

You turned and blocked a slash from Gonzo with the middle of your gun, metal ringing in your ears. You dodged under another swing and swiped your feet under his, and Gonzo fell to the ground on his back. You cocked the rifle and took a shot at his forehead, paint splattering and knocking him out.

You squinted as Evie threw the last smoke bomb against the docks, purple smoke filling the area. You lept over Jonas’ legs and ran for the tunnel, sending a sad smile to Harry and Uma as they locked eyes with you.

Uma nodded in understanding; rage still laced in her eyes as Harry just looked like a lost puppy. You turn and ran down the tunnel, Mal kicking the bridge down behind you. You pursed your lips as you collapsed your rifle after unloading the rest of the paintball ammo, sliding the weapon into its sheath. Why hadn’t any of the crew cut off your one escape route?

Eh, not important.

As you climbed into the car after Mal and Ben, you saw something out of the corner of your eye at your feet. It was Mal’s spell book, as Carlos had gotten into the limo, it had fallen out of Mal’s bag he had been holding. You spotted Uma and Harry running around the upward alleyway and you slid into the limo, leaving the book behind.

Maybe they could actually do something useful with it.

-

*cotillion outfits. fully optional i just like creating outfit boards for this shit XD

Night had fallen on Auradon, and Cotillion was in full swing, high-energy music thrumming through the sky as lights pulsed and teens danced.

You rested against the outer rail, sipping at some punch, watching as your brother danced around with his date (which you think was one of Tarzan's kids) and your vk friends mingle around; waiting for Mal and Ben.

“Did yeh get stood up or somethin’?” a very familiar voice asked, but it couldn’t possibly be him, so you just shrugged, sipping at your punch.

“Didn’t accept any offers, the only person I would go with Is on the isle” you mumbled, looking down at your reflection in the red drink. Then a smirk appeared over your shoulder, a smirk only one person could do. “holy shit-“ you turned, surprised to see Harry fucking Hook, dressed in a fine blue indent pattered suit, his hair brushed back and for once; had clean eyeliner one. you slammed into his torso as Harry laughed gently “what-how?”

“Uma used tha’ spell book that got left behind” Harry spoke quietly, turning to face the ocean as he spotted Evie looking around, not wanting her to see him and alert the others “we both jumped through the barrier as it closed. she’s below deck now, spelled Beasty boy n everything”

You were about to ask what kinda spell but then the fanfare played, Lumière announcing Mal’s arrival. She stepped out into the spotlight, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

And then Ben came out, and everything after that when crazy; Uma had love spelled him, Ben announced his ‘gift’ to her, the removal of the isle barrier (which fuck yes for all the kids but uhhhhhhh yeaaahh maybe your poacher of a dad wasn’t the best person to let loose, let alone the rest of the villains), and then Jane revealed Ben’s gift to Mal, a stain glass window that….was kinda--iffy. Ben was kneeling before Mal, holding his hand out to her as she seemed to hover her hand over his, her eyes glowing as her purple hair blew in the wind, the sun behind her head.

…mmm yes a VERY equal relationship, no weird power imbalance…

Anyways.

Mal kissed Ben, breaking Uma’s spell and Uma ran off to attempt to grab the wand, but was unsuccessful. She then ran to the rails, Mal attempting to talk her down with….what seemed to be empathy? But Mal had relentlessly bullied Uma since they were kids and Uma did not trust Mal, instead leaping off the ship to the waters below.

Harry called out for Uma, arm going around your shoulder as water began to rise from the depths. And then, Uma emerged as a gigantic Cecaelia, just as her mother had years ago and soaking everyone with the resulting waves of water. She let out a taunt towards Mal and whipped her tentacles, water bashing against the ship and sending some of the cotillion guests stumbling back.

Uma glanced at you and Harry and waved her hand, a teal glow pushing you back towards the cabins to keep you both safe. Harry reached out for your brother as he stumbled by, the three of you hanging on for dear life as Uma continued to thrash the ship.  

But then Mal turned into a dragon, and you had to say…it looked dorky as fuck. But Mal attacked Uma, sending barrages of fire and flying above the transformed sea witch as Uma wiped her tentacles at her and ducked underwater to avoid the flames.

Soon Ben dived into the water and talked the two girls down, Uma making Ben promise not to send Harry back as she disappeared underneath the waves.

And so, after Ben climbed back aboard, he walked over to Harry with a grim smile “I won't break my promise to Uma” Ben said quietly, ignoring the fuming Mal in the background as Ben welcomed Harry to Auradon.

As the party continued on, you took Harry’s hand and led him off the ship and to the beach below, walking away from cotillion as lights and music blasted behind you, slowly fading into the background as you walked closer to Auradon prep.

“so…” Harry started, looking up at the night sky, something he had never seen properly before right now “wha’ do we do now?”

“well,” you hummed, swinging your intertwined hands slightly “you’re mostly gonna go to school with us, gonna have’ta room with a random Auradon kid most likely, we’re gonna officially be together, and right now?” you grabbed his collar and pulled him to you, lips inches away from his “im going to kiss you” Harry chuckled, closing his eyes and cupping your neck, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss.

You tilted your head, taking your other hand, and curling it into Harry’s hair, pulling him even closer. Harry clipped his hook to his belt loop and took his now free hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you to meld into his body.

You pulled away for air, opening your eyes slightly, smiling up at Harry as he moved to rest his head on your shoulder “I missed yeh” he mumbled, smiling into your shoulder as you held him close.

“I missed you too” you whispered back, you finally had your pirate by your side again, and you wouldn’t have to hide your love anymore.

-end-

can you tell i don't like Mal? i was re-watching D2 and was just -yeah no fuck her-

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You’re Somebody Else | Ghost x Fem!Reader | Prologue

Update: I split the prologue because I feel like the pacing fits better if it’s split into two parts.

Note: This is based on a request which I changed a bit since I did not play any other Call of Duty game besides Modern Warfare 2 (2022). I did a bit of research tho for the older games so I hope it’s not complete bullshit that I’m pulling out of my ass, also related to the military stuff xD 

Thank you for this first request of my current favorite character :)) 

Also a warning, this series will be angsty as hell but I’m not planning to make it very long, as I learned my lesson with a certain witcher fic xD 

This fic has religious undertones at least in this part, I hope I don’t make anyone uncomfortable with this. I grew up Christian (tho I’m an atheist now) and I thought a bit about how I would react if I was suddenly in a parallel universe where I and several other people are supposed to be dead.

Warnings: Death, Mentions of Gore, Angst, COD Typical Violence, Mentions of Original Characters, Mention of Religion and Hell, Inaccurate Depiction of Medical Stuff, Injuries and prolly Military, Transmigration (lol)

Summary:  You watched him die and yet he’s somehow still alive. You’re certain that you’ve died too and yet you’re still kicking. Is this a message from the universe? A second chance to make things right? To confess? You want to believe it but you quickly realize that he’s not the same man you knew and loved. Yet your heart is fluttering when he touches you. Can you love this new version of him?

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“Fucking hell, there’s so many of ‘em!”

Lynx fires her rifle next to you and you do the same, feeling the recoil on your shoulder. You only waste a millisecond to check if your target is actually hit and then immediately focus on the next enemy. 

Below your position the LZ is hot and the hill on the other side is bombarded with mortars. 

You know it’s hell down there and yet you wish you were between those trees instead of the elevated bush area from where you currently provide cover fire. 

He is there and in this very moment you want to be by his side. No matter the heavy gunfire. 

“You still see them?!” your partner asks from your right, and you affirm her question as you kill another hostile. 

Roach and Ghost are steadily moving forward in between the onslaught of Russian soldiers and growing relief trickles through your veins with every step they take. 

But then they run out of the tree line and before either of you can react, a mortar shell explodes right in front of them, and Roach is sent flying. 

“No, fuck, NO!” Lynx yelps and the panic in her voice is earth-shattering. 

“He’s not dead, Anna!” you shout and grab her by the shoulder, stopping her from standing up. She bites her lips but thankfully remains on the ground, just inching a bit forward, desperate to spot her lover alive. 

You pray that your words are true and thank fuck they are; seconds later Ghost drags a shooting Roach away from the trees and the red flare that the masked man popped for Thunder-Two-One. 

“Jesus Christ”, you hear the woman beside you whisper, “I’ll beat his ass when we’re back home!” 

A nervous bubbly laugh escapes you and you hope that you all can return to base safe and in one piece. 

“Move, Ghost! We’ll cover you!” you speak into your mic. 

His voice rings through your earbud “copy that, Nomad!” and you breathe out shakily. Yeah, everything will be fine. 

With your eyes you watch how Thunder-Two-One sends a merciless spray of machine gun fire into the tree line, but you can’t see beyond the smoke and instead focus your scope on the few enemy soldiers that emerge from the grey fog. You take them out one by one. 

You’re about to send another bullet into an approaching hostile when your radio crackles. 

“Gold Eagle is on the ground. Watch for snipers on thermal, over.” 

Lynx makes a noise beside you. “Isn’t it just us and Adle-“ 

Blood suddenly sprays and you blink. Your lips taste iron, your right eye is watering and with one glance to your right the sounds of the battlefield all turn into white noise. 

Instinctively you press yourself against the grass, your left cheek touches the damp ground and with wide eyes you stare at Anna’s unmoving body. Your partner is dead. Shot in the head. 

Based on the whizz of the bullet and the spray of blood that hit you it must have been a sniper who killed her. For a second you think the Russians sneaked up on you, but then you remember the words through the radio; Watch for snipers… 

Realization trickles through your veins. Someone must have betrayed you. 

Your heart sinks and within a millisecond you make a decision. 

You roll to your left, gripping your rifle tightly and a bullet passes overhead, barely missing your shoulder. But it did miss and you’re rolling down the side of the hill. 

The tumble returns your ability to hear, and the sound of the helicopters combined with your racing heartbeat is deafening. 

The small incline of your hiding place saved your life for now and although you know deep down that your luck probably won’t last, you are thankful in this very moment. 

Tears well up in your eyes but you rub them away with your sleeve. A red smear appears on the fabric, and you clench your jaw. Focus, you don’t have time for this right now!! 

You know that whoever killed Anna is probably relocating right now to get a good shot at you, but you don’t care. 

You need to know what’s happening to him, if he dies- 

“Ghost?! Lynx is KIA, someone cut us! Do you copy?!” 

You anxiously wait for an answer, but your radio stays silent. 

Breathing out shakily, you lift yourself from the ground and rush behind a tree to shield your right flank. The dust that is kicked up by the many helicopters, which gathered on the plain, is making it difficult for you to spot the man you’re looking for, but the big Boeing helicopter used to transport the General is a good reference point. 

You position your rifle and adjust your scope to find the heli. 

The clouds of dust are thick, but like a miracle you spot the General- leaning over Roach, Simon laying motionlessly beside them, his grey sweater showing a bloom of red as if he was shot-

Your scream is stuck in your throat, and you watch frozen as Shepherd retrieves the DSM from Gary and simply leaves while four Shadow company soldiers step forward. 

Tears well up again and this time you let them fall as the world begins to spin. 

“No, no, no, please-!” you whimper, sucking in air through your clenched teeth and without a second thought you rush forward. 

You make it about 60 meters before a bullet through your right shoulder throws you off balance and sends you straight to the ground. Hot flaming pain shoots through your body and the brute force of your crash and your rifle painfully pressing against your ribs take the air out of your lungs. 

Dazed you lift your head, heavy from the weight of your helmet, and for a moment your vision is blurry; you blink to regain focus. 

In the distance you see the soldiers clad in black, carrying Gary’s and Simon’s limp bodies to a spot without grass. They drop them like two sacks of potatoes and the pain in your heart is worse than the one of your bullet wound. 

A wail escapes your throat, and you try to lift your body from the ground, to crawl forward, but your limbs feel like lead, and you don’t have the strength to move. 

Your radio crackles and your ear bud lets Captain Price’s voice come through: “Ghost, come on, this is Price! We’re under attack by Shepherd’s men…” 

You can hear gunfire from his side and in one last effort you pull your rifle from underneath you. 

The fact that Taskforce 141- you were betrayed by your superior, the man who you considered a father figure at one point in your life, that he killed the man you loved- love… That fact stokes something inside of you and that barely gives you the strength to position your rifle. 

Weakly you watch how the Shadow company bastards douse your friends, your brothers, the ones you love with gasoline and Shepherd’s plan dawns on you. Bile rises in your throat and you sob through clenched teeth.

You place your finger on the trigger but in the end, you don’t get the chance to pull it. 

The general casually drops his cigar and Gary’s and Simon’s corpses go up in flames right as a bullet enters the back of your head.