simon ‘ghost’ riley is the only one who will stick up for price’s beloved secretary
(part two, part three, part four)
Is it hard working as one of the only female members on the base?
The simple answer is yes, it’s incredibly difficult.
Even though your job may not appear the hardest, especially compared to soldiers that put their own lives at risk, everything else is hard.
The catcalling, not being taken seriously, undermined by soldiers who don’t know their left from their rights, and the pure exhaustion of being left to clean up the captains mistakes.
You’d never really reported anything, seeing that the people you’re supposed to tell— are in fact the perpetrators.
But then one incident got the attention of other soldiers, most specifically, Lieutenant Simon ‘ghost’ Riley.
Before then, Simon had never paid a whole lot of attention to you. Sure you were a looker, but anybody could see that.
You did your job well, and that’s all he cared about.
He also hadn’t seen how other people treat you, and wasn’t aware of it. God knows they would get yelled at if he did.
And one day, he was casually walking through the hallway— intimidating to everybody who dared to look— nothing was out of the ordinary, until he turned that corner.
Simon was met with the sight of you, a terrified younger woman, being crowded by at least 3 lower ranked soldiers. Your eyes were wide, likely with fear, and the men were creeping closer as you tried to walk away.
It looked like something that would’ve turned ugly if Simon didn’t pass when he did, and obviously he intervened.
“Oi! What d’you lot think yur doing?”
His voice was gruff, with the accent and also how deep it sounded anyway,
Your eyebrows raised in complete surprise, and you flinched ever so slightly. Nobody had chosen to say something about the behaviour shown towards you before.. you weren’t exactly sure how to react.
Immediately, the soldiers straighten up and turn to their superior,
“Uh, nothing sir! Just askin the lady a question..” one of them speaks up, but regrets the words as soon as he sees Simon’s eyes.
The mask mostly covered his expression, but his eyes said everything.
“You sure ‘bout that? Why don’t I ask her, hm?”
He turned to you, and even you found yourself straightening your back, and then fixing your blouse which had been slightly adjusted out of place.
“Y/LN.. were these idiots disturbing you?”
You hesitated for one moment , which already gave him a good enough answer. But then you gave a small nod, and a few of the soldiers either groaned or rolled their eyes dismissively.
Simon then crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step closer to loom over the soldiers.
“That’s all I need to see.. now get out of here ‘fore I call Price.”
They all scrambled off, and Simon’s attention turned to you.
You were truly shaken, hands trembling ever so slightly, but you were trying your best to stay still.
And it was obvious, so Simon could tell.
He took a second to analyse your state, none of your clothes were disheveled or out of place, so at least they didn’t go too far.
But in Simon’s mind, even approaching you in that sort of style wasn’t okay in the slightest.
“You alrigh’?” His tone was more casual, as to hopefully not cause you anymore stress.
You didn’t reply at first, instead taking a nervous glance up at him. Then you nodded, and before you knew it— words were spilling out.
“Thank you Simon.. god, i do not know what i would’ve done if you hadn’t seen that— seriously, thank you.” You don’t get the chance to say anything more. Simon places his large, gloved hand on your shoulder and turns your stance to face him.
“Don’t thank me, any good man would do that.”
His gruff tone would sound like he was saying something harsh to you if anybody else heard, but youd knew him long enough to understand that he really did mean that.
A light flush painted your cheeks, and you had to internally remind yourself that this was absolutely not the time— and you’d almost just been assaulted.
But, god, Simon just seems to know exactly the right thing to say to have any woman squirming.
You didnt get the chance to say anything back, since Captain Price’s deep voice suddenly boomed though the corridor, calling a random emergency meeting.
So Simon parted ways, and left you there feeling a mixture of relief, embarrassment and now things you never thought you feel about him.. of all people.
Soap spent half the night convincing Ghost that Y/n wouldn't maul anyone and the other half convincing Price that having a wild apex hybrid in the safe house was 'great for morale.' So when he finally collapsed on his bunk, Y/n curled up against his ribs like a warm, silent predator ball, Soap just threw an arm over them and instantly knocked out.
For a while, everything stayed still. But around 02:17, Y/n's eyes opened. Their ears twitched at every sound. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dark. And their instincts whispered: Find warmth. Find the safest place. Soap was warm, sure. But Soap snored like a dying lawnmower.
Y/n silently climbed out of Soap's bed, padded across the hall on light, predator silent feet, opened another door… and slipped into Ghost's bed like they owned it. Ghost woke up because something touched him. He opened his eyes cautiously.
There was Y/n, asleep half on top of him, tail over his hip, one hand clutching the hem of his t-shirt like Ghost was their comfort blanket. Ghost stared. Hard. "…What the fuck." He muttered.
Y/n purred. The hybrid nuzzled into his collarbone.
Ghost slowly, carefully, lifted his hands like he was being held at gunpoint by a toddler. "I didn't invite this." He whispered to the darkness. He lay there, wide awake for three hours, contemplating every life choice that led to this moment.
Morning 0700AM
Soap stumbled into the kitchen, half-asleep, scratching his head. "Anyone seen Y/n? They weren't in my-" He stopped.
Ghost was sitting unusually still, staring into his coffee like it had wronged him.
Soap: "…what happened to you?"
Ghost glared at Soap. "Your creature slept in my bed."
Y/n padded out of the hallway, stretching sleepily, then walked straight past Soap.
Soap crossed his arms feeling betrayed. "I thought we had a bond!"
Price pinched the bridge of his nose. "Johnny, control your hybrid."
Soap held up his hands helplessly. "I- Cap, I swear I put 'em in my room."
Price raised a brow. "And yet Ghost woke up being used as a pillow."
Ghost growled. "I am not a pillow."
Y/n gently butted their forehead into his hip affectionately.
Ghost: "Stop that."
Soap pulls Y/n off of Ghost and really caught a whiff of their scent and physically recoiled. "Alright. Wee beastie, you're gettin' a bath."
The hybrid froze. Their ears went flat. Their tail puffed up like an angry cat. Gaz saw this and backed up immediately. "Soap. Don't do it. Don't just let them live dirty. Dirt is fine. Dirt is natural."
"No, it's not." Price said sternly, though he didn't get any closer.
Ghost just muttered. "Put it outside and let the rain do it."
Soap ignored all of them. He scooped them up and Y/n instantly went limp not relaxed, dramatically boneless, hanging from his arms like a possum pretending to be dead. Soap sighed. "Don't give me that look."
Y/n, still limp, twisted their head just enough to glare at Price.
Price nodded. "…Good luck." He made no move to help.
"I'll observe." Ghost said. "For safety."
Soap turned on the water. Y/n stiffened instantly. Their muscles bunched. Ears flattened. Tail puffed. Soap soothed. "Easy… easy now. It’s just water." He dipped a hand in to show them. "See? Not dangerous." Y/n sniffed. Soap reached toward them with warm water cupped in his hand. Y/n SHRIEKED.
Soap flinched. "OH COME ON!"
Y/n climbed up his torso like a tree, claws digging into his shirt but not piercing skin. They perched on his shoulder hissing at the tub.
Twenty minutes later: Soap was soaked, covered in scratch marks, and traumatized. Y/n was clean. Fluffy. Wrapped them in a towel burrito and carried them out proudly. Y/n peeked out, hair sticking in all directions, smelling like soap instead of 'abandoned laboratory dirt.'
Soap carried them out like a proud dad. "Clean as a whistle. Who's a good hybrid? You are~"
Price looked up from his desk. "How'd it go?"
Soap beamed. "Brilliant. Perfect. Piece of cake."
Ghost: "We all know that's a lie."
Outside the door the team heard muffled yelling: "GET BACK HERE!" "WHY IS IT CLIMBING THE WALL?!" "Quit! Fightin! Me!"
Ghost poked Y/n and slightly scratched their chin. "Feral little thing."
Y/n growled softly and hid their face in the towel, mortified but secretly pleased.
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tw: dbf!price x dbf141 x fem. cnc, voyeurism, public sex, slight non-con, age gap(not specified).
summary: dbf johny enjoys the innocent little daughter of his friend with his mates.
it was scandalous. it was horrible, you thought. but it was also so fucking hot. getting fucked in a pub, right on the pool table, with your father’s friends around it, watching. but who exactly was fucking you? his best mate. john was your father’s childhood friend, a gross, perverted man who kept eyeing under your skirt whenever he would visit you. this time, with the bar empty, save for this small group of men, he fed you a little too much alcohol (by accident, of course, obviously not because he had a wicked plan created with his friends, no). now next thing you know, his cock is buried deep between your welcoming, young walls. your moans were mixed with protests, too tired to fully protest, too good to stop.
“fuck, she’s tighter than i thought” said gaz, who’s been hovering slightly to get a good look at your cunt.
“oh, if only you’d know just *how* tight” price groaned, pressing your bent legs to your chest with full force. he moaned louder at even more depth.
the action elicited a whine out of you as you tried to lazily push him. gaz caught your hand, pressing a kiss instead.
“think she’ll get a gap by the time we’re done?” asked soap, standing on the other side as he watched intently.
that is only for them to see, and for you, when you’ll wake up next morning.
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Whispers of confession through steaming teacups, could it be true ?
Simon Riley x gn reader.
:p hi, I came back after ghosting everyone ! sorry.
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“been flirting w’t ya for months” the ghost softly mutters as his gloved carpals carve out a branch.
The knife shimmers underneath the quiet moon, Insects resume humming and the only thing you can feel aside from your skin turning flush is the wind blowing through the forest dancing trees.
Huh?
“you don’t flirt with me at. All. Lieutenant” you huffed. Assuming it’s another horrible attempted joke of his.
looking over you catch him already staring.
The mask somehow enhances the way his black orbits glare at you, then slowly returning back to stripping away wood.
his movements halts briefly as he musters up the courage to shift and face you, yet his eyes remain on the knife.
“ I have-“ he coughs “I.. for 4 months now”
“Bullshit”, voice evident of your confusion.
your head tilts “ you never call me those nicknames that johnny calls me or-“ you raise another finger “ even wink at me, sometimes gaz does that”
As you list more and more examples- you hear the leaves under his boot slowly crunch as he closes the spaces between the both of you.
The moon shines brightly through the swaying leaves, carefully illuminating each blond lash and how they fluttered as his eyes locked with yours.
“I constantly make you a cuppa” he says breathlessly, neck bent down, lips parted.
“Your way of flirting with me is through tea?”
“I’m heartbroken luv” you could wear the sly smirk.
(This is my first fanfic ever please don’t blame me if it’s absolute dogshit. This can be categorised as angst, I THINK. English isn’t my first language so please ignore the mistakes. Poly141!)
You are a sergeant in the tf141.
Along with being a great team, fighting against terrorists and stuff, you also were each other’s home. You, Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz were all in a happy, loving poly relationship.
Sure, you had your arguments and bad days, but overall you all absolutely loved each other, through thick and thin.
That was, until..
A new recruit joined. A beautiful pretty girl named Alicia. She joined the team, not the family.. well. It all went well. It took a bit of time to start trusting Alicia. But eventually she proved herself. Soap trusted her first, then Gaz, then Price, then Ghost and then you. You and the guys told Alicia about the relationship the five of you had in private on month six of her being there, and she wasn’t weird about it.
You started noticing things though.. Price, Ghost, Gaz and Soap started hanging out without you but with Alicia. It started occasionally and you didn’t think much of it. But it only got worse. You trusted them though, well, until that one night. You were on night patrol when you caught Alicia sneaking out of Price’s quarters, looking disheveled and cheeks still flushed pink. She met your eye, you met hers. She quickly looked away. You knew what happened in there.
And no. Poly relationships aren’t open relationships. Poly relationships are an exclusive relationship between two or more partners. In this case you, Price, Ghost, Gaz and Soap, you never agreed to one of them sleeping with other people. You knew what happened. At least one in the poly relationship cheated.
After that they grew distant. Slowly, oh so slowly. It started with less greetings or kisses, then last minutes cancellations of plans, then less affection, then no conversations at all. And right now, they literally turn their back to you. They always started being around Alicia and hanging out with her.
They didn’t break up with you though, not yet, you held on to denial and hope that they’d see their mistake and start missing you. It took a huge toll on you. You always have had trust issues and abandonment issues, despite that the relationship with the four guys was healthy before Alicia came. Your mental state got fucked up due to the abandonment and the way they acted like you weren’t even there, like a ghost they could see through. It reached its peak when they left you on a mission and you almost died, you survived barely, by crawling back to base, underfed and bleeding out.. luckily the mission wasn’t far away from base. They left you because Alicia had three small cuts and a big scratch, and she was “more in danger” apparently.
Currently they were all in the common room, drinking. They had kicked you out of the family group chat earlier, you weren’t sure if they added Alicia or not but who cares. You watched yourself get replaced.
You watched them from afar, having not been invited. Laswell was also there, she was the only one who spotted you in the distance and occasionally shot you sympathetic looks, rare for her, but she also saw how they replaced you.
You were thinking about a song.
"Isn’t it strange, how people can change? From strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again.."
The lyrics said. Fitting. A tear streamed down your cheek. You held the bases unofficial emotional support cat, Jackie, tighter against your chest.
The tears vanished in the air before you felt the hot liquid streaming down your cheek. You realised Jackie wasn’t actually in your arms. You feel confused. You touch your skin, you feel nothing. You follow Laswells gaze as she shoots another glance in your direction. You realise she isn’t looking at your eyes, or at you at all. Like she could see through you. Out of confusion you look around. And that’s when you see it. Behind you, an urn put away in the shadows, your name engraved on it. A simple black urn, zero effort.
You realise now. You’re dead. You didn’t make it when they left you on that mission. They left you to die, and you did.
The urn was a simple black one, something you didn’t want at all. You wanted to be buried, or at least have a decorated urn. You didn’t have family, only your partners. You turn back around, they’re all still laughing and drinking with Alicia, Laswell looks torn. It’s at that moment you realise.. your partners never cared.
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Did Simon believe that going to the coffee shop that you worked in was a good idea?
No.
He thought the exact opposite; that it was an awful idea, which is why he’d tried to persuade Johnny from going there at all.
But Johnny was headstrong and determined that he wanted to see you; and Simon knew Johnny was going to go there with or without him, which was the only reason Simon agreed to go.
At least, that’s what he told Johnny.
He knew how hurt and angry the Scotsman was about the news of you getting married; and even if he wasn’t as vocal as Johnny, Simon was feeling a similar hurt, too.
He missed you.
He couldn’t bear it; thinking about you being with somebody else…when you should’ve been with them.
He knew why John decided what he did; believing that ending their relationship with you was for the best.
To protect you.
Simon believed it, too.
That’s why he agreed to it, why he persuaded Johnny to get on board with the idea; but that didn’t make this situation easier.
Seeing you in pain was like a bullet to the heart.
He knew you’d move on, told himself that he’d be able to handle it, but he couldn’t.
That's why he agreed with Johnny that they needed to stop this wedding from happening.
Jonny bolted out of the car and practically ran to the coffee shop, eager to see you, but when he opened the door, Simon noticed him freeze in the doorway.
He quickly came to his partner’s side, following his gaze directly to you.
Your apron was wrapped around your waist, your black shirt sleeves rolled up, as you cleaned the table in front of you with a focused attention.
You still looked the same as you did two and a half years ago, except now you weren’t fighting back tears that were clearly building in your beautiful y/e/c eyes, like you had been the last time they’d seen you.
They both watched as one of your colleagues came up behind you, distracting you from the cleaning trance you’d been in.
“Hey, I’m just gonna take a quick smoke break before you leave; can you just serve those two guys for me?”
They heard your colleague say to you.
Simon thought about walking away for a fleeting moment, but before he could decide anything; Johnny decided for him and began walking over to the counter.
The counter that you were now behind.
Simon followed Johnny over the counter; mentally preparing for the shit show that was about to play out, knowing that you probably didn’t want to see either of them.
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‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ you thought to yourself, watching as two more of your exes, Simon Riley and Johnny McTavish, made their way over to the counter.
“Fancy seeing you here, Bon,” Johnny smiled, his eyes locked on you; Simon was staring at you too, though his face remained neutral, avoidant of any emotion.
You wished you could say that their visit surprised you; but unlike John’s visit earlier this afternoon, you were relatively prepared for this.
You’d messaged your friend Y/f/n, as soon as John had left, ranting about the audacity he had to show up the way he did and continuously call you sweetheart like you were still together and simply had a fight.
Of course Y/f/n replied promptly with a message of, “What the fuck!! That’s so weird! I saw the Scottish guy earlier, too.”
Followed up with another message saying, “I told him how happy you are now and that you’re getting married!”
Your friends’ messages explained John’s sudden appearance at your workplace; and part of you expected the others to be visiting imminently…but you had to admit, seeing them after such a long time made you feel weird, like you were stuck in a Déjà vu loop.
“Well, I do work here,” you quipped back; the same forced smile you’d given John earlier was on your lips; but there was a bluntness to your voice now.
Johnny blinked a few times, clearly shocked by the tone of your voice; his shock seemed to disappear quickly though, replaced with an all too familiar smile on his lips.
The same smile that you’d fallen in love with all those years ago.
“What can I get for you today?” You continued, reminding yourself mentally to remain calm and professional.
You only had a few more minutes left of your shift and then you had the next few days off; meaning that all you had to do was serve them and then you’d be able to spend time with your Fiance.
“Tea for him, you know how he likes it,” Johnny began nodding over to Simon briefly before turning his eyes back to you, “And for me, surprise me, I trust ye, Bon”
You told Johnny the total; biting back a smile at the pure shock on his face as he pulled out of his wallet, paying for the drinks and then you got to work on making them.
It was true, just like you knew how to make John’s coffee, you also knew how to make Simon’s tea.
He liked a simple tea.
None of the flavoured ones like raspberry or mint, just normal English Breakfast tea, black with two sugar cubes.
Is that what you gave him?
No.
Of course not.
You instead gave him the extremely popular berry infused tea, and you did so with a smile on your face and a little wicked glint in your eyes.
Simon unbeknownst to you; noticed the look in your eyes; and sipped the drink without hesitation, saying nothing in response to the incorrectly made drink.
You did, however, notice the small smirk tugging at the side of his mouth, suggesting that he was impressed with what you had just done.
You tried to ignore the heat that was rising to your cheeks at such a small action; turning your attention to making Johnny’s drink.
He did say to surprise him.
So you did exactly that; with a drink, you he hated.
A matcha latte.
You remember when you were dating, and you brought one back from work and he nearly spat it out when he tried it.
“There you go,” you said, the smile on your lips no longer fake, instead smug as hell, “Enjoy,”
Johnny opened his mouth to say something, but thankfully, your colleague arrived back from her smoke break before he could.
“Is mister lover man picking you up today?” She asked with a light giggle in her voice.
“He is,” you beamed, before walking away from the counter and Simon and Johnny and towards the door labelled ‘STAFF ONLY’, quickly disappearing on the other side of it.
You grabbed your hoodie and bag from your locker, blurting goodbye to your colleague as you walked out of the coffee shop.
You knew Simon and Johnny were watching you; you could feel their eyes locked onto you as you made your way past them, purposefully ignoring them.
You didn’t care if they watched.
Especially not when you noticed your finances car parked outside.
You knew that, at least for the next few days; that you wouldn’t be seeing any of your exes again.
No, for the next few days all you were going to be focusing on was spending some much needed quality time with your Fiancé and wedding preparations.
That was your priority.
Thinking about the man you were going to be spending the rest of your life with.
Instead of thinking about the people that broke your heart. But you couldn’t help the brief thought that flashed through your mind; the one had haunted you for months after the breakup.
What did you do wrong for John to break up with you on behalf of himself and the others…
You quickly pushed the thought from your mind, as you got into your finances car; you’d barely even left the car park before you felt the familiar and reassuring presence of his hand resting on your thigh.
“How was your day, honey?” He asked warmly, his south Texan accent filling your ears, making you feel at ease instantly as you placed your hand over his, interlocking your fingers.
