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Summary: You were a member of his team, his right hand. You knew two shouldn't have but you fell in love.

You were his right hand

Before your confession, he was

Cold

He kept his distance

He only called you by your code name

But he did trust you and looked out for you

He kept it strictly professional

Your confession happened after a very very dangerous mission

You two found yourselves surrounded

You were certain this was the end

"Before I die, I would like to tell you, Lieutenant, that I care deeply about you, I love you, and if you don't feel the same, that's fine. I just wanted you to know that I love you."

But he did

"Copy, I love you too."

How you managed to get out of there was a mystery

Skill if you were honest, and luck

But you got out

You expected everything to go back as it was

But it certainly didn't

After your confession,

The others were blind, but you did keep it a secret for a reason

You only allowed yourself soft touches and hushed whispers

You two had your own channel to communicate

During missions, he would make extra sure you were always by his side

You wouldn't get hurt

He would remove the mask when he’s with you

He would take any hit or bullet instead of you

You have to scold him for that but the kiss he would give you as an apology would make you forget it all

Sneaking into each other's room at night

Sneaking into each other's tents at nights

Hushed quiet promises to survive, to never let anything break you two apart

Stolen glances

Stolen touches and kisses

You being the most important person in his life

Him calling you cute nicknames in private

Love

Darling

My Girl

Sweetheart

Sweetcheeks

Praising you

Scolding you for being reckless

Kissing each other's injuries

Him getting a tattoo that reminds him of you

It would be on a very visible spot so he would catch a glimpse on the battlefield

It would keep him going

You would often give him massages

You would often kiss his neck

He would have to hold himself back from marking your neck

You two thought you kept your relationship secret very well

Little did you know that everyone noticed and were happy for the two of you

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To say that he was furious would be an understatement

He was ready to torture and kill everyone that he saw

His most important person was gone

The gem that kept him going

The only person who looked at him and didn't see a monster

You were gone

And he was fuming

He bought this house for you

And it was all trashed

As he walked further into the house, seeing all your favourite items scattered, ruined, he saw enough

He needed a plan

A plan to ruin the people who dare take the very person he loved

Finding you was difficult

In the meantime,

He was angrier than usual

Cursed a ton more

But the others understood why he was like this, even if most didn't even know he was in a relationship

Simon is scared

For the first time in many many years

He is scared to lose you

The only person he ever loved so deeply

And he was so close to losing you

He wasn't even sure you were alive

But he had a deep feeling you were

So he kept going, he kept searching

And one day, after two weeks of nothing, he had a lead

He had a name and a location

And he jumped straight into it

He pushed himself to his limits, killing everyone there

He wasn't the one who found you

One of his men did

Soap called through the communication to say he found someone in a locked room and that he will get them out

Simon in the meantime killed the person responsible for taking you

And when all was clear, he ran

He ran and so did you

You ran into his arms, finally being back with him

His men gave you space

You were alive and that is all that mattered

He had you back

And he would make sure no one could get to you after this

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“I don’t understand your attraction to him.”

Your eyes snapped up to your friend, she was a medic while you were a soldier.

You finally had a day off so you decided to meet her as the two of you headed for the canteen and sat down.

Naturally, your conversation is headed in the direction of men.

She knew you had a huge crush on Ghost, and she just didn't see it.

You brought your cup of tea to your lips and you really wished it was something stronger instead.

But it was still rather early, so tea it is.

“Out of every possible man around us, you chose Ghost... Like... really?”

She rolled her eyes, you only let out a sigh as you looked behind her and then back at her.

The canteen was small and besides you two there was only a men eating there.

You knew she had a crush on Soap, but it was only that, a crush, she barely talked about him, so maybe it wasn't even a crush?

“You know I value our friendship, right?”

“Yes.”

"In fact you are my only female friend around here."

"Right."

"Then why do you need me to say it again? You know already why I like him."

"Because it's hard to believe that you fell in love with someone who you never saw the face of and who is your Liuetenant." she had a point, but you still didn't understand why he wanted you to repeat yourself.

“He’s a beast. Ghost is a Liuetenant and rightfully so if you ask me. He has so much power and strength that you can’t tell me any man at his level wouldn't turn you on. And don't even get me started on that accent and that mountain of a body. I will admit that he’s rough around the edges, but that makes him interesting.” You paused to take a drink of your tea, satisfied with your explanation. “I’d hit it every damn day if I could.” you said as your last point.

Your friend burst into a fit of giggles and you rolled your eyes. If she thought what you just said was funny you really would hit her with a chair.

“Holy fuck, Y/N!” She giggled. “Turn around!”

You did, and for a second you felt your blood run cold.

There he was standing right behind you, Simon Riley.

“He’s been there the whole time!”

Great.

Your heart stopped for yet another second.

Well, now he knows.

Yeah, you never brought up your attraction to him before, and you certainly didn't want him to find out this way. You planned on getting around to it maybe with a more romantic setting? Or perhaps when he tried to save you? During a shooting?

Eventually, you planned on doing it, not here in the terrible canteen. Maybe when being turned on by him during missions? You weren't sure. This wasn't the way you wanted him to find out.

Not like you could do anything about it now so, you decided to go with it.

“Good. At least I won’t have to repeat myself.” you moved to face forward in your chair as you heard him move behind you.

"Fuckin' hell." you heard him say as Soap laughed.

Maybe, but just maybe he will go with it as well. And maybe he will ask you to join him in his room for a chat later.

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Summary: While dating him, the things he does to make sure you know he cares for you.

He isn’t the type to declare his love by yelling from a rooftop

He is the type who would keep it private and quiet

It doesn’t mean he wouldn’t show affection on love

He just did it in a different way

One would easily miss the little things he does

His love is mainly unspoken

He often steals glances

He makes sure you are always safe on the battlefield

Stolen touches are his thing

You would barely even notice sometimes

You were surprised how can such a massive man be so soft and gentle

He would always always have his gloves off when he touches you

It would ground him, feeling your skin

Your soft skin against his rough

He often felt bad because of that, you had to reassure him many times that you in fact didn’t mind

The looks he gave you speak for themselves

The love and admiration in his deep eyes always made you feel extremely special

Soap would often call him Heart-Eyes because of this

No one else dared to tease the Lieutenant because of this

After long missions he would give you massages

He loved to work out the stress from your muscles

He would bring you tea

Even if you didn’t ask for it

During weird times of the day

Two steaming hot cup in his hands, one for you the other for him

He likes to listen to you talk

Anything you say is interesting and he swears he will remember everything

And he does

Even the most insignificant details are important to him

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His team found you locked in a dungeon. You were so scared you only had a knife yet you did significant damage to one of his men.

They wanted to shoot you but Soap pointed out you were more scared than an enemy.

You were brought back to the base, for information and also to look at the injuries you might have.

"I told you I don't know anything. They took down our plane, I was one of the survivors. They killed the others, tortured us."

"Lieutenant, she is telling the truth, we found her ID and her story matches," said Soap.

"Then why did you attack us?" turned the one with the mask back to you.

"I told you, they tortured us, I thought you were the same and I rather die than let them do those things."

Ghost nodded and walked out of the room, his men followed as a doctor took a look.

"I have a feeling the lass is not telling the entire truth, keep her here. She is not a regular civilian." Soap nodded and prepared a room for you.

Ghost later spoke with the doctor and Price.

"She was very dehydrated and had a fractured rib. Many cuts and bruises and a broken finger which didn't heal well. She said she was almost raped many times, the only thing that kept them away was that she fought."

"She is not telling us something, why didn't they kill her?"

"She didn't say that, but she did mention something about her father, she could be from a rich family."

Now that made sense.

Ghost prefered things when they made sense. And Price needed answers.

That night, you finally slept in a bed, warm and calm, with no guns to your head, or knife to your neck, just you and the pillows.

It was warm and comfortable and you finally let out all the tears you held back.

Two days later, Ghost got into your room as you were eating your lunch, putting a file onto the table in front of you.

"So your Daddy's rich and that's why they took you."

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

"Yes, but he doesn't care enough to pay for me." you took another bite from your lunch. "Anything else? Sir?" you asked when he didn't move, you looked up at him, he was looking at you, his mask covering his face but his eyes were very telling.

"I know now why they didn't kill you, but I don't know why I feel like this."

This confused you, you tilted your head. Was he angry with you? Should you do something?

"Uhm... I'm not sure wh-"

"You bewitched me, Love. Something about you... I can't quite point it out." you smiled, still not understanding but you wanted to be understanding or at least look understanding.

"You don't get it, do you, Sweets?" you shook your head slowly, no, you didn't get it. He let out a sigh, not one to be talking about his feelings at all. "There is something about you, I don't know what it is, and it's confusing me. I want to keep you safe, I stayed outside of your room for the last few days, every night, in case you needed someone."

"So that was you, I thought someone was spying on me." he shook his head. But from the way he talked you understood he wasn't the 'let's talk' kind of guy. No, he was the 'push it down' kind. But you thought you understood what he meant.

He liked you. For some strange reason, only seeing you a couple of times, and he liked you.

You picked up the file he threw in front of you.

"This might be my past but it is not me. If you want to know me, you have to ask me, not these files." you two just looked at each other, not saying a word. Then, you decided to break the silence. "I'm single and I have a thing for British army men with masks on." you said and smiled, it made him chuckle. This was a start.

As he finally sat down next to you and watched you eat, you had time to think about this situation.

"They offered to help me go back to my old life, but I don't think I want to."

"What do you want to do then?"

"I have some medical knowledge, do you think I could become a nurse? I always wanted to be one."

"I'll arrange it for you, I'm sure the doc here can help you learn more."

"I'd like that." you nodded as you finally finished your plate.

"So, you'd stay here with me?"

"That's the plan." you nodded and you could see his eyes sparkle.

There was something intriguing about you patching him up after a mission. He wasn't sure what but it made him feel warm inside.

"This wasn't an invitation to get hurt, Lieutenant."

"Copy that." he immediately replied. "Call me Simon."

"Alright, Simon, what do you do around here for fun?"

"I have a mission soon, but I can show you around."

"If you have to go, go. I don't want to stand between you and your work."

"Of course, but I do want to show you around the med bay at least. Introduce you and we can ask the doc."

"Alright then, you lead the way."

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His mission lasted three weeks.

During that time, you became familiar with the place, and the doctor was so kind, she helped you through all and showed you so many things. She was glad to see someone finally interested.

Of course, she wasn't blind, she immediately understood why Ghost brought you there. Not only to learn but also to keep you for himself.

"They arrived back you know. I heard Captain say they came back two hours ago. Thankfully none are hurt so they are not here."

"Two hours ago?"

"They are wrapping things up, he will come and see you soon, do not worry. They just have to put their guns down and such." you nodded at the doctor, she was right, the fact that none of them was here was a good sign, it meant they are not hurt. He is alive and he's back, that kept you going.

"Hi Doc." came a voice, Soap arrived at the med bay, you recognized him, he was a kind man. "I might have a pulled shoulder, can you look at it for me?"

"Y/N will have a look." she pointed at you and you guided him to a bed.

He was quick to remove his shirt and showed you his back and shoulder while pointing at the place that hurt.

You examined his shoulder, the bruise was clear but you needed to make sure it wasn't broken or the muscle is not damaged. You grabbed his arm and started to move it around, when you moved it in a particular way, he whined. You couldn't help but wonder if Ghost was this muscular, or was he more muscled? You didn't let your hands wander, you kept up a professional look, but your mind was filled with Simon.

"What happened?" just as you asked Ghost entered the room.

"Fell off the stairs and landed against a pipe. Fucked up my shoulder pretty bad."

"Did you dislocate it?" you asked fully knowing they are the kind who would put it back themselves.

"No, just hurts like hell."

"You pulled the muscle here." you said as you pressed your palm against the area. "There is a bruise so I'll apply some cream to cool the area. You need to be mindful of it or it will get worse. I'll give you some painkillers as well." you said and he nodded, you grabbed the cream and applied it to his skin. "Let it soak in for a few minutes or your shirt will rub it off."

"Thank you, Sweetheart." Soap commented. "Came to see your girl, Sir?"

"Fuck off." said Ghost as Soap laughed as he headed to the doctor who gave him the painkillers.

"Should I have a look at your shoulder as well?" you asked Simon.

"No, I'm not hurt, came to ask when your lunch is?"

"She can go." the doctor yelled behind the two of you, you both turned to have a look at her. "In fact, she is free to leave for the day." she said pointing around the empty room.

You both nodded and headed out, you did turn to her and muttered a small thanks.

She just winked at you.

"How was your mission?" you asked as you sat down on your couch, a warm tea in your hand.

"Usual." he rather not tell you how many men he killed, he wanted you away from that part. "I see you and the doc are getting along."

"Oh, yes, she's lovely. Very helpful, I learned a lot during just three weeks. I missed you, you know? You weren't in front of my door every day." you laughed a little and you could tell just from his posture as he was also very happy. Even if he had his mask on. You wondered often if he had a scar or something. According to the doc, that wasn't the case, and not like you'd care anyway. But it still made you wonder.

"Glad to hear that you missed me much like I missed you, also glad to hear you are getting along here with everyone." you nodded as he spoke. Seeing that he was also very fond of you, knowing your feelings were reciprocated.

"You know I was scared you would change your mind." you spoke. He tilted his head slightly, almost as a puppy would when they are trying to understand something.

It was adorable.

He was adorable.

"I thought you might come to me with the 'In my line of work I cannot afford to have such relationships' speech." You said as you tried to imitate his voice, miserably failing but he did really appreciate it.

"Not going to lie, I did want to tell you that. But as soon as I stepped into the med bay and saw you helping one of mine, I knew I couldn't."

"Were you jealous because I was touching Johnny?"

"No." his reply was fast, way too fast. "But I didn't like it."

"So, you were jealous."

"I'm never jealous."

"Sure..." you rolled your eyes and took a sip from your now almost cold tea.

"Stop teasing me. I'm telling you I wasn't jealous. I was more... angry."

"Possessive then. You didn't like that I was touching another man when you never even held my hand before." you had a point, he knew you had a point, and yes, he admitted, he was extremely possessive.

He wanted to be the one to hold you, he wanted to be the one to keep you safe. So seeing you touch Soap, ignited a fire in him. And you liked that. You liked to see him be like this.

"Can I ask you something?" you said and he nodded.

"Do you do this with every woman you save?" he started to laugh, so much he even teared up.

"Why are you laughing?! This is a perfectly normal assumption." you crossed your arms after you put your mug down.

"It might be but-" he continued to laugh. "I don't even look at the people we save now. You caught my eye, I told you."

"So, no secret wives?"

"I'm not married, I told you before."

"That's why I said secret wives."

"More than one? Fuck no, you are enough trouble already. No secret wives or husbands. Only you, Love." you nodded, happy with his answer.

"I want to kiss you, but I understand if you rather not take off the-" you pointed at your own head, meaning his mask.

"We-You could-Close your eyes." you did as you were told immediately and you anticipated his kiss, which soon came. You heard him shuffle but you didn't peak.

Soon, you felt one of his hands on your cheek, you heard him let out a sigh and his breath fanned over your face.

You felt your heart rate pick up, probably he felt it too as his thumb was right over your pulse, it was probably an instinct of his.

"You good?" he asked as he felt your heart.

"Yeah. Excited." you heard him smile as he soon closed the distance.

His lips were thin, yet still very full and warm. It was a short and sweet kiss, he was clearly testing the waters. Holding himself back, but when you raised up your hand, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in for another kiss, a deeper, hungrier kiss.

You let him lead, as you felt his hands move along your side as they came to a rest on your ribcage. You smiled into the kiss.

Who knew a man of his power can be so gentle and caring?

"You are mine." he said as he pulled back from the kiss, he stayed close, as you still felt his hot breath against your lips.

"And you are mine, Simon." you said to him as you pulled him in again.

You were his and he was yours. You wouldn't have it any other way.

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Every time he came home, he was nervous

And this nervous feeling always caught up with him the moment he stepped out the car

He was ready to go into his house

But he was always afraid it would greet him empty with a note from you

He didn't fear no man, no machine or missle, no vehicle or bomb

John's biggest fear was to arrive home and you'd be gone

That you'd have enough of waiting for him and leave

But you never did

You were always there, waiting patiently

If he arrived home during the night, he would be relieved to find a light on

Knowing, you are there eased him

Every time, when you are not asleep, you'd run into his arms

He would squeeze you so tight, it almost hurt

But each and every time, he would start off with a "I'm home, Love."

Before kissing you

You would shead tears of happiness, which he would always whipe away

He would always kiss you more and more

He would tell you he loved you

And you'd do the same

You'd often mention how bad he smells and that he needed a shower or a bath

You'd always join him

Sweet, innocent shower where he would only roam his hands along your body while you looked if there were any new wounds you needed to memorize

It was nothing sexual

Only two lovers finally holding each other

He was always eager to get you to bed after bathing

Feel you in every way possible

But you'd always tell him to eat first

Your cooking was his favourite

And your eyes would always shine in a different way when he was home

He knew you loved him

And you would never stand in between him and his work, but having him home was always your favourite part

After bathing and eating, he would always take you to your shared bed

There were times when you didn't make it to the bed

But you weren’t complaining

He was finally home

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Johnny's aftercare is just perfect, he gets all soft and gentle, kissing the bruises that are yet to form, kissing you, running his hands up your thighs and back, softly talking about how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Ass.

John would hardly be able to choose a part which is his favourite, he loves all of you, but he had a thing for your ass. And taking you from behind was something he absolutely adored.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On your ass is one of his things, coating you in his cum is a proof of who you belong to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

John likes roleplay.

And he has a hero kink.

If he can play with the thought that he is saving you and you call him your hero, he would get hard in an instant.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re

doing?)

Before he joined the team, he had many lovers, not too many though. He would know what he's doing but he wouldn't call himself that experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. From behind.

Taking you from behind so he can see your ass bounce as he pounds you or as you move back on him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, always but he could be goofy if he wants to.

He prefers to be serious because he has so limited time with you, he doesn't want to waste any.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dark hair for sure, but he always take the time to shave before he goes to see you. He does let it grow out during missions though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate.

Love-making is his speciality he would often say, and he does not lie.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Of course, it happens during lonely nights.

He would touch himself imagining you are with him and doing it to him. He would be quiet, or as quiet as he can be.

One of the sexiest sights to see his pants by his ankle, his shirt rolled up as he bites down on the fabric while he fists his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding.

Even if he has a condom on, the thought of filling you to the brim and watching it slowly ooze out of you is a sight to behold.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bed.

Something extremely domestic about how he is so fixated on having you in bed.

But he does like quickies though. He likes to bend you over the table or put you up on the countertop.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wearing his shirt. But he does have a favourite dress of yours. A beautiful nice black short dress.

But the domestic sight of you in the kitchen preparing food or just ironing his shirts can turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you in any form. One time you tried choking, and it left bruises. He hated the sight. So, while you liked when he was rough, he would never do things like choking after that day. He was too afraid he would lose control one day.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Of course, he loves to see you on your knees for him but he prefers to get lost in your cunt. He loves giving oral, making you feel amazing, and smelling your arousal.

He always eats you out before he fucks you. He's like a starved man.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Limited by the time and depending on his mood he changes the pace.

When he arrives home after a long mission, he is always slow and sensual, making sure you feel absolutely every snap of his hips.

But when he is about to leave, he is quick and a little rough.

Fucking you into the mattress so you do not think of any other men ever.

Not like you would.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not too often but it does happen.

For him, quickies are mainly when he suddenly feels possessive or you just look way too good in his shirt one morning and he just has to have you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would be open if you wanted to try something out, and he is not shy to bring in his own ideas.

As long as you are both comfortable, he is down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Many.

Too many. So many in fact he can still go after you black out. He could go for rounds and rounds not letting you catch a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or

themselves?)

He is not big on toys.

He prefers to use his own cock instead of a dildo but he is not opposed to you having some. He understands you need them when he's not there to help.

One thing he does like is the buttplugs. Seeing you have one in or even just the thought drives him wild.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease or be teased.

But it does make things a lot more interesting whenever you are out and you or he start it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots and lots of grunts.

His voice in your ear, with that accent of his calling your name. He likes it when you are loud but he does make noise himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Johnny's extremely possessive.

He knows you'd never leave him, yet he still has a feeling in his stomach whenever you laugh at one of Ghost's terrible jokes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice thick and long cock.

Johnny knows he is big and he knows how to use his impressive member.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Given his line of work, he knows how to control himself. But it's hard when you are right there.

During those times he always has to touch you in some way.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always waits for you to fall asleep on his chest first. He prefers to make sure you are warm and comfortable after sex.

But it does happen sometimes that he falls asleep first. During those times, you just watch him as he sleeps.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He loves to take care of you before, during and after sex.

He is very affectionate and he always makes sure to clean you and that you are taken care of.

Are you hungry? Thirsty or you just want to sleep? He got you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

He loves everything about you, especially your legs.

How they wrap around him and keep him in you, he loves to put them around his shoulders when he eats you out. He loves running his hand up from your ankles to your waist.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't really have a favourite place to cum. He would do wherever you want him to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You.

You are his dirty little secret no one knows about. It is to keep you safe, not even Price knows about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Surprisingly, he doesn't have much experience.

Sure he had sex before, but the level of love and affection he feels towards you is more than just sex. At first, it scares him because he doesn't have experience with love.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on top.

He's big so he's often worried he would crush you, so when you are on top, he doesn't have to worry.

He loves watching you bounce on him, grabbing you everywhere he could as you take what you need from him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious.

Much like on the battlefield, to Simon, intimacy is very important, but if you are being goofy, he surely wouldn't mind and play along.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't particularly mind having hair but if you don't like it, he would make sure to shave.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Touchy, he loves holding hands and saying meaningful things during sex. He always wants to be sure you know just how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Very rarely does he masturbate.

During missions, he can get his frustration out by shooting. But he does sometimes, in the darkness of a room touches himself while thinking about you. He would always recall the last time you two had sex, and it helps him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes to pull your hair and grab your waist, but he has a kink for putting his thumb in your mouth and you suck on it while he pounds you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Always in private, when there is only you two.

He is a very secretive man, and he doesn't like to give the chance to anyone to be able to see what's his.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The simplest kindness can turn him on.

But seeing you dance would be a huge turn on for him. Watching you cook dinner and slowly swaying your hips gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Daddy kink is actually a trigger for him. Given how his father treated him.

You once called him Daddy, trying out something new and the way he froze, you knew you ruined it all.

You never called him Daddy after that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a giver, he enjoys you just sitting on his face.

But he also enjoys it when you go down on him.

69 is actually one of his favourite positions.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes a fast pace. Given his size, he thinks that is a normal pace.

You have to tell him that it is fast, but you actually really like it.

He also likes to take his sweet time and do it slowly. On the floor, when you two couldn't make it to the bed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't exactly like quickies.

He does like to take his time but it doesn't mean quickies don't happen with Simon.

Quickies are mainly whenever either of you feel up for it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simon likes it whenever you come up with a new idea, let that be a new position or any roleplay you might come up with, but he doesn't come up with any ideas himself. The biggest risk he has ever taken was when he leaned you against a window and fucked you from behind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Simon could go forever. It's not him who gets tired first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Simon is not against toys, if you are up for it, but he wouldn't particularly be the one to come up with the idea of toys or bringing toys into your sex life.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing king.

He loves to see you frustrated so teasing is in his nature.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very very quiet.

Simon barely makes any noise. But if he does, be prepared to cum on stop because it's the sexiest thing ever.

He would always tell you how much he loves you when you two are connected.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Huge.

Simon could pass for a porn star for sure, but you also prefer people not to see his cock, it is all for you after all.

He doesn't even know he's big. He can only assume since you look so tiny compared to him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He loves sex, but more of the aspect that he's making you feel good and that he can be so close to you.

He is a man, so he does enjoy it, but he prefers the intimacy and the closeness.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's rather quick to fall asleep, especially if you are holding him. He knows he is safe so why wouldn't he just go to sleep straight away?

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A simple date is all you hoped for.

John promised you a simple date for your anniversary.

But of course, he had to leave.

Just as you two arrived at the restaurant, he got a call, something about bombs before he had to rush.

You understood, you really did. But it didn't mean you weren't angry and disappointed.

Although, you were more angry at the bad guys than John or his team.

You loved John and the boys with all of your heart.

Even if you weren't an army person, they called you Mom.

'Mum's angry, Lads.' Soap would often say and to be fair, you did behave like a mother with them.

One time, Ghost and Soap did something very very irresponsible with a Mexican named Alejandro.

The three were called into John's office when you happened to be there.

You scolded them as if they were five year olds. And Alejandro didn't even know who you were, yet he felt bad.

John told you later that you sounded like a worried mother. And to be fair, you felt like one.

You didn't have kids on your own, and the boys got under your skin, so you felt it was natural you wanted them to be safe.

While they all called you Mum. Ghost called you by your name.

They all respected you.

But by the fact that you sat alone in this luxurious restaurant, you could tell maybe the bad guys also needed a good old scolding for stealing your husband from you.

John was always so sweet. Keeping you close and far from his work at the same time. He often told the others he only trusted himself with his wife, which is why you were allowed to listen to the most confidential conversations. Not that you cared, you mainly just handed tea and biscuits to the others.

Going home for your anniversary was John's idea, he wanted to have a normal date finally.

Which ended up with you eating alone and the waiter felt so bad for you, he offered your drinks to be free.

Then, you headed home. With your heels in your hands, you walked through your grass, admiring the house.

Not long after your wedding you bought this place, it was the perfect home with not many neighbours, it was private.

You let out a long sigh before opening the front door and heading inside.

You took a shower and headed to bed.

You missed John, but you also knew what you signed up for when you married him.

He didn't hide it, he didn't keep it a secret. But he was worth all the wait. He was worth all the lone nights, because whenever he returned, he more than made up for it.

Your love for one another was undeniable.

"Happy anniversary, John." you whispered into the air, saying it to no one in particular, more to yourself.

Then, you fell asleep.

You woke up to the bed creaking and someone laying down beside you. Your foggy mind barely registered what was going on until the person spoke up.

"Happy anniversary, My Love." this made you wake up a little as you slowly turned around to face your husband. "Oh, sorry for waking you."

"Hmm." you moved closer to him as he pulled you onto his chest, his arm coming to rest around you.

"It went well, quick job, in and out. No casualties, no injuries."

"Hmm."

"I love you too, Darling, sorry for leaving, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"It's okay, John. Happy to have you back in one piece."

"Oh, she can talk look at that." he slightly laughed as his hand run up and down your back. "I will really make it up, Love."

"I don't care John, all I care about is that I have you back with me. I love you."

"Hmm." he said and it made you giggle while he fell asleep.

And he kept his promise. The next day, he ordered food, lit some candles and even got some dessert.

You smiled at him as he danced slowly with you in your living room.

You were both so in love with the other, nothing could break this strong bond between you two.

Just you and your captain.

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One thing Alejandro loved more than anything, the best feeling in the world.

To be able to wake up next to you.

Every morning, he woke up to warmth, when he was home at least.

The balcony door open, the sun just appearing as the sun rays hit his face, waking him. He would turn, covering his eyes as he groaned, having to wake up. But then, he would feel you next to him, sleeping on your stomach, the thin sheets pooling around your waist, your naked back exposed.

That was the best.

Seeing the light shine on your delicate skin, every morning, he had to run his fingers along your spine, feeling you move a little, slowly waking up as he started to kiss your neck. He moved your hair out of his way, slowly moving down and down until the sheets allowed him.

You felt his lips move, which always made you smile, feeling the warmth from the sun and his body warmth surrounding you. His unshaved face causing goosebumps along your skin, he would smirk.

His morning voice was rough, yet still gentle.

He would whisper to you things, sweet things, and he always knew what to say as fingers ran up and down your spine.

The best way to wake up.

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As they all got off the plane, Gaz went his own way while the others stayed a little, Captain pulled a cigar but didn't light it.

"Simon!" came a voice which got all of their attention, Ghost moved towards the woman as she quickly walked towards him.

Johnny watched this woman, she moved so elegantly, with such confidence.

He could tell she was comfortable in her own skin. And it was the sexiest thing he has ever seen.

"You are drooling Sergant." said Price next to him, which made Johnny snap his head and look at his Captain.

"Sorry, Sir."

"No need to apologize. Simon is indeed very lucky." said the Captain as he lit his cigar.

Johnny looked at the Captain, confused.

"Simon? Sir?"

Just as he said that Ghost got off of the plane and the woman rushed over to him, Johnny watched as his Lieutenant lifted the woman with ease as she cried, Johnny heard them talk.

"I missed you very much." she said.

"I missed you too, Darling." Ghost replied, and it took a moment for Johnny to fully understand the situation, it took him a couple back and forth between looking at Ghost and Price.

"Really?" asked Johnny and Price nodded. "He has a girlfriend?!"

"Wife." Johnny was gasping like a fish.

"Wife?!"

"Can't you see the ring? Bigger than the bloody moon."

Soap looked back as the couple exchanged a couple words, her hand moved to Ghost's mask and Johnny noticed the ring. The Captain didn't lie, it really was a huge diamond and the wedding band was just as extravagant.

Then, just before the couple could walk away and go home, Soap ran over to them.

"Hey, Lt!" Ghost groaned, he knew this would happen. This is why he never wanted you to go and greet him when he arrived home. But this time, he needed to see you.

Almost dying was a regular occurrence but this hit him hard. And he needed to see you.

"Oh, hi! Name's Johnny MacTavish, they call me soap." said Johnny as he put his hand out for the woman.

You smiled and decided to hug him instead.

"So you are the one Simon has been telling me about. Lovely to finally meet you." you smiled at the man who was a bit taken aback but soo relaxed as you moved back to Simon and he pulled you close. "How rude of me, my name is Y/N Riley. Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine, Lass."

"Soap!" came a bark from Ghost, clearly not pleased that you were flirting with his wife.

"Relax Lt, just introducing myself to your lovely lady here. Didn't know Lt was married."

"He doesn't exactly broadcast it to everyone." you replied as you smiled at Johnny. "But it was lovely to finally meet you, John always said I needed to meet the team but Simon never liked the idea."

"It was nice to meet you, we could come together and get to know you a little better, not every day we learn the Lt has a wife." Johnny smiled before Simon shifted next to you. You sensed he had enough of this conversation.

"We will head home now, it was really great to see you Johnny." you smiled again before you all said your goodbyes and you headed back to your car, letting Simon drive.

"I like him." you said as Simon groaned.

"Of course you do."

"You don't?"

"It is a work agreement, it is not about friendship," he replied and you smirked.

"That's why you call him Johnny every time you mention him to me? You are a big softie Simon, you never show it, but I know you are like a dog."

"A dog?!" he sounded offended.

"Yes, like those big doggies, all cuddly and soft and kind and warm and-"

"Okay I get it."

"And friendly. You can say what you want. I know he is your friend. You are just afraid to admit in case something happens to him. Similarly to our relationship when you didn't want to admit that you love me."

He moved his hand from the wheel to your thigh and you decided to hold his hand between your hands.

"I'm happy you have great friends like him." you said as he stopped at a red.

"Me too." he squeezed your hand and you giggled.

You were so glad that your husband was home.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He always lights a cigar.

Cigar in one hand, you in the other. He loves how your delicate skin feels against his so he would love to roam his hands. Soft innocent touches, which compared to what the two of you had just done can be confusing.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his shoulders, but only because you love to hold onto them as you ride him.

He loves your mouth. He has a fixation on it for sure, it can be innocent and wild. He loves your laugh and smile, but he loves to make you cry out and moan.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He always makes you put your tongue out before swallowing his cum. But he would do it anywhere you told him to. He is careful, even in the heat of the moment he cannot forget what the consequences might be if he is not careful.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to dress you up, all pretty, he calls you Doll, even if you are wearing the dirtiest sluttiest lingerie.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re

doing?)

He would have some experience, but not a ton. He would know what he is doing, how to help you reach your high, and he knows what he likes, but he still have a lot to learn.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves to have you laying on your side, while he is behind you. One hand would be under your head, holding your hand while the older holding your leg up.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is more serious, this is an act of love, and he takes it very seriously.

But it doesn't mean that if you are up for some goofiness, he wouldn't join in.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Have you seen the man's face? He takes such good care of his beard, he would do the same downstairs.

One time, he tried to groom his hair into a heart shape, it impressed, turned on and made you laugh all at the same time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is very romantic. He would have flowers, candles and music to impress you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He has you know, but it doesn't mean you can't find the Captain, during a lonely night just going for it. He would also call you sometimes. Phone sex is great and all but to have you there is the best.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has an oral kink but he also likes to slap your ass.

He loves it when you call him Sir or Captain. Does something to him when you remind him of his position and you become submassive.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Only in private. He has a title to hold up so he cannot ruin that, and he also doesn't want the others to think badly of you.

You are his woman, he stands up and protects your dignity.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lingerie is a big turn on, he loves to see you in white or red little lacy things.

But one time he got turned on when he saw you eating ice cream.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't do anything you don't want. If he brings up an idea, and you don't want to try it, he will not pressure you into doing it. He is a gentleman after all.

But a big no of his is no threesomes or public things. No inappropriate touches when people are there. suggestive looks? Sure, but no touch.

He also doesn't like to be made a fool of. So, you cannot make him jealous on purpose. You will not walk over to another man and flirt blatantly in front of him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both.

He loves to see you going down on him, his favourite is when he is just sitting at the edge of the bed with you kneeling in front of him.

He is also a giver, and just how amazing he is. He knows exactly where your clit is, he knows exactly how to use it and he knows exactly what to do with his facial hair to keep you going.

He is not satisfied until your legs are shaking and his beard is covered with your cum.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be either depending on his mood.

If a mission goes well, he is more sensual and loving, but if something goes bad, he will just ruin you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies but they are more only just a quick blowjob or a very quick fuck on his table.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is a very busy man. He would not have the time to always research new positions or toys, but if you come up with an idea, he is willing to try or talk about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Many.

He could go many many rounds, but he doesn't like to overwhelm you. He prefers to know the limit, but he doesn't want to push it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own toys, but if you do, he sure has to check if it is the same size as him or smaller. He doesn't want a lifeless toy to stretch out what's his.

But he doesn't mind if you use it. He certainly wouldn't be jealous of any purple or pink silicone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease. And he doesn't like to be teased.

He is a straight forward man who likes to get things when he wants them.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He could be loud, especially after some time not seeing each other. His moans and groans mainly stay at that and maybe calling you petnames.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man is nice, thick and delicious looking.

He likes to walk around the house naked, so you often get a glimpse of his manhood.

And what a truly fascinating sight it is. He is also nice and muscular, so it only adds to the aesthetics.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If he is home for a longer time, his sex drive will definitely simmer down after a while. But if he just arrived home, he would be like a started man.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

First he lights his cigar, he prefers to have you fall asleep first, but it can happen that he falls asleep before you due to exhaustion. He would always feel guilty so he would just go and cook you something to make it up. He is a really good cook.

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Being an Omega in the army was difficult. Thankfully the medicine was enough to keep your second nature at bay. So much so that every member of your team thought you were a Beta.

They even called you a Beta during missions. Even if it wasn't your code name.

And you were okay with that.

Betas didn't have a scent as Omegas or Alphas did, and with your team full of strong Alphas you knew you had to keep your Omega at bay, or you'd get hurt.

But to say that it was hard would be an understatement. Every time they did something nice for you, your Omega kept on yelling at you.

You needed a mate. And you knew that every single one of these men around you would be a perfect candidate.

But of course, you had to get feelings for the one in the mask.

One time, during a mission, he handed you a bowl of food, something the others never did and you felt your insides screaming at you 'Alpha provides, good Alpha.'

And ever since, anything he did made your insides go wild, let that be simply driving or killing a man, your Omega choose him, and after that, no medicine could keep those feelings at bay.

"Your heat should come soon, thankfully you don't have a mission so what will you do?"

"I'll go to my place and wait it out. Told the Captain I will need some time off."

"I still don't agree that only Price knows about you being an Omega but it is not my decision. Here are your meds for after, stay safe, find a good Alpha to help you through it maybe." you wanted to scoff at her suggestion but you did no such thing. You only thanked her and headed out.

Price already knew you would be going away, he understood because of your nature, so he didn't sign you up for any missions.

"Hey, Beta Bitch!" oh great, drunk people, just what you needed on your way back to your room. "I know your secret." the man said but you didn't react, at least not on the outside, on the inside you were shivering, you had to calm yourself, he must be lying.

"Let me through." you said as he blocked the hallway, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Why would I do such a thing... Omega?" you felt a shiver run down your back, fear, something you didn't feel in a long time.

"Let me through." you said again but he always moved with you, not letting you pass.

"I will never let an Omega tell me what I should do." he was an Alpha, his smell was... awful, and made you want to throw up. "I assume your little dream team doesn't know about this little fact, would you mind if I told them?"

On the inside you were panicking, thankfully you didn't let that show.

"Why would they care? I do a good job, doesn't matter what I am."

He laughed, a wicked laugh then pulled something out at his back, you noticed it and assumed it was a knife.

You took a step back but he followed.

"You'll learn your place when talking to Alphas, whore." he raised his hand but another stopped it before you could do anything.

It was Ghost, his smell was clear. He didn't speak as he hit the other man in the stomach, making him double over and groan in pain.

"Why are you standing up for this Omega bitch?"

Ghost lifted the man by his collar, looking at him in the eyes as the man struggled against Ghost's power and height.

"Leave her the fuck alone." Ghost threw the man, almost all the way across the room. The man's friend quickly got his friend off the floor and they both left, running.

"Thank you." you said as he turned to you.

"Are hurt?" he asked as he moved your hair out of your face, you looked into his eyes, and shook your head.

Suddenly you felt a lot calmer, it took you a minute to realize that it was him, his scent and as his hand moved along your scent glads, it made you a lot calmer.

"I'm fine, Alpha." you basically moaned, and this was when you realized just how you were behaving. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down your spine. "Sorry." you said as you quickly pulled away from him and quickly walked away.

You heard him walk behind you, but you only hoped he had to go the same way as you.

"Omega, Y/N, you are not okay. You smell-" just as he said that you stopped and turn to look at him, making sure no one was there.

"I'm fine, Ghost. Thank you for your help but please just forget what happened." you turned back and looked up at him, he was closer now, way closer. "What do you mean my smell?"

"Your smell is showing... I-I could smell you from across the camp."

"T-Did the others?" when he nodded you wanted to just die right there. "Oh, no."

"Hey, it's okay. All good really, I get it why you didn't tell us. But I just want you to be safe. Now it all makes sense."

"What makes sense?"

"Why my Alpha was yelling at me to keep you safe. To keep my Omega safe."

"I-I don't understand. I'm confused, very confused. I-I have to go back to my room."

As you started to walk, he followed you.

You arrived at your door, opening and closing it behind you two.

"Is your heat near?" he asked and you really wanted to disappear on sight.

"Yes, why? Can you smell it?"

"I can." he replied as if it was the most obvious thing.

"You must have a magic nose then."

"No, I can only smell you. I always could, but the smell was faint. I assume you took meds. But now I can smell you clearly."

"What do I smell like?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Like a warm sunny day on a field. Calming, beautiful and warm. What do I smell like to you?"

"Like fire on a cold day. Safe and comfortable." you said as he sat down on your small living area. You followed him and sat next to him, he moved closer, his instinct to keep you safe was clear as his hand moved behind you. "So, that's why you gave me food?"

"My Alpha was screaming at me to feed you, to provide for you. I told myself to stop and that you are not an Omega but I guess I was wrong."

"I'm glad," you said as you looked at him, no point in hiding your true self and feelings any longer. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one who felt this way."

His eyes were shining, even in the small room you could tell.

You moved closer to him, putting your head on his chest as he held you.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know. Thank you." He looked around your room, seeing you everywhere, you really made this small space into a home. He looked into your room, seeing your bed and a nest on it. He could imagine you cuddled up in it much like you were with him right now, your fist clenched around his sweatshirt as he started to rub your back.

"Do you need a couple of my shirts for your nest?"

"Can I have you instead?"

"I have a mission from tomorrow. Soap and I are going to Las Almas."

"Hmm. Be careful."

"Of course."

He ended up leaving two of his sweatshirts for you, one to wear and the other for your nest.

Las Almas became a lot bigger deal.

Price wanted you on board as well, but he now knew, and understood that you were an Omega going through heat.

So he excused you.

Your heat hit very differently this time. Your doctor said it will happen once you find your Mate.

And you definitely missed him and after a week his scent started to fade.

You locked yourself in your room and didn't let anyone in besides your doctor.

After a week and a half, your heat was over.

Usually, your heat lasted for a week, and you were glad Ghost wasn't there with you, you wanted to keep things slow, and heat at the start of a relationship is not what you really needed.

So, while yes, it was hell without an Alpha, it was also something you didn't regret.

As soon as the plane landed you got a smell of his scent. It was inviting, he smelled like he was missing something. And that something was you.

"Welcome back guys!" you said as they all came over to you. Only one daring to come closer and hug you.

Soon you and Ghost were back in your room.

"Thank you for the shirts, but I'll give them back, I need ones that smell like you now." you stopped and looked at him, something was off. "What's wrong?"

"It's Makarov."

"Oh."

"We will go after him, but I don't want you to come. It's too dangerous, I don't want to lose you."

"Who will save your asses then? I can do something that is more... Like not on the front line?"

"He's dangerous, you know that. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I don't want you to get hurt either. We only just found each other. But I know what you mean. I will help with Makarov, but I will take a step back. I planned on moving to the medic bay to be a nurse."

"Thank you." he said as he moved his head into the crook of your neck. Smelling you, taking you in, he missed you, so much, only the thought of you kept him going faster.

Soap teased him without end, but he didn't care, he just wanted to be with you again.

"I missed you very much." you said as you moved your hands over his mask and his back. He had a different kind of mask on, not his usual one which covered all of his face, his eyes and this eye area were all exposed.

"You can take it off." he said suddenly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. And you didn't have to be told twice. You moved your hand under the mask , lifting it off of his face, he moved a little back to fully allow the material to fall from his face. He immediately nuzzled back into your neck, now feeling his breath fan over your neck more freely, it felt amazing.

He could smell you better like this and you could finally run your fingers through his hair.

He soon pulled back, looking at you as your eyes met him for the first time, dark around his eyes to complete his look but he looked so handsome, you cupped his cheek as you smiled at him.

"There's my Alpha." and he smiled. He was beautiful.

"Can we take a bath?" he asked.

"Oh, already? Didn't even bring me on a date and you already want me naked, Simon?"

"Always." he said with such a serious expression you didn't dare to say anything else. You just guided him to the bath and as you both sat in the warm water, you against his chest, with his fingers running up down your hands as the water consumed both of you. He was so much bigger than you, towering over you like a giant.

And you loved it.

The warmth that radiated off of him was something else.

Your insides were purring due to this closeness. You were very very happy, and you were sure you smelled happy too.

He sure did.

There was something about him, something so happy, so warm.

He washed off his face paint now, and he felt bare. He felt vulnerable, he was afraid of rejection. But you would never and you certainly didn't.

He moved slightly, pulling you closer as the water moved around your bodies, he placed his head on your shoulder after kissing it.

Is this what having a mate felt like?

This warmth was something Simon never felt. His father would often tell him he would never find a mate.

And for the longest time, he believed it.

Simon believed he didn't deserve to be a mate to someone, he didn't believe he could ever find someone in the first place.

He knew he was destined to die alone, and yet here he was, in an Omega's room, bathing with her, all comfortable and warm.

It felt almost illegal to him.

But he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every second of it.

The way you smelled mesmerised him, the way your skin felt against his took his breath away and the way your gentle touches felt against his arms, he was sure he died and went to heaven, but it was impossible that he was in heaven, he didn't deserve heaven.

A man of his job, he could never have a comfortable life after death.

And he wasn't even dead.

He refused to believe your kind soul ended up with his in Hell.

So, he had to be alive.

After placing another kiss to your skin, he let out a long sigh.

"I will keep you safe, forever." he said, and at first, he didn't even know he said it out loud, only when you turned your head towards him and smiled did he realize, he talked out loud.

Doesn't mean he didn't mean it.

"Thank you." you kindly whispered back as he leaned over to place a small kiss to your lips.

Bliss.

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He caught your eye on day one.

How could he not? The man was huge.

Being a new member of KorTac, but a very experienced soldier, you joined the team a couple of weeks after they formed.

It also didn't take long for these people to become like family to you. Every single one of them you were close to. And you loved to fight along with them.

And now, you were on a mission with them.

You hated the cold.

Well, that was a lie, you liked the cold, but you hated to be outside in the cold.

But you had a mission to complete.

And you knew you cannot have the cold ruin this for you, you were on a roll, already saved the others three times. You needed to move.

Then everything went up in flames, chaos.

You were separated from the others, only through the radio, you were able to tell them your position.

"In a fucked up very cold forest, surrounded by snow and ice, can't see a landmark."

"You must have ran into the woods, stay there, we will get you." said Aksel as they all headed your direction.

Great.

Trying to hide in a white forest while wearing nothing but black... not ideal.

"Cobra?" called a familiar voice and it wasn't even through the intercom.

"König?" you soon saw him emerge from behind a tree.

And indeed it was him. You had no idea he was there with you.

"The others are coming our way, did you also get lost?" you asked as you walked over to him, snow crunching under your boots.

He wasn't lost, he followed you after the explosion.

You didn't expect him to answer, but then you noticed something behind him in the tree line.

"Sir!" you yelled into your radio.

"Yes, I see it, try and find shelter, that is a bad storm, we will---- tomorrow--- but----"

"Sir, the line is really bad. Once the storm is over we will find each other. König's with me."

"Stay---safe!"

The line said before it completely broke off.

"Did you see anything where we could take shelter?" you asked König before he nodded and turned around, he started to walk as you followed him.

A small wooden house.

"Great, because every horror movie said 'Go into the scare house in the woods.'" you signed and he slightly laughed.

But you didn't have a choice, the storm was coming, fast. You headed inside.

This place was long abandoned. That much was very clear.

It was not only filthy but also run down. At least it had a stable roof and a fire place.

You smashed up a chair while König started the fire.

It was really really cold.

"Are you cold?" he asked and you nodded.

"Are you not?" he shook his head, no. Of course a giant like him wasn't cold. He was probably a walking radiator!

Oh.

A walking... radiator.

He tilted his head as he looked at you.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You-You must be warm right? Like... you are so big, you must be a walking heater..."

"W-What are you suggesting?"

"Cuddling, before I freeze my fingers off." you said it like it was the most natural thing. As if your insides didn't flip when you said that. You were embarrassed, but you were more afraid of the cold than a cringy moment.

At that time, maybe later you will regret this.

But he didn't say anything and you feared you went over the line. You didn't want to lose him, so you were ready to apologize when he nodded and opened his jacket, allowing you to get inside.

You moved so fast, you nearly knocked him over.

He moved so you would be closer to the fire, hopefully getting the warmth you needed.

And as you settled by his side, you knew you were right.

He really was a heater. You moved just a tad bit closer to him when you felt him freeze, you knew about his anxiety, you knew how he was.

Suddenly, you moved back, pulling away from him, he was looking at you.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you this uncomfortable."

As you sat down across from him, you saw him panic. He reached out for you, hands shaking.

"Bitte, komm zurück zu mir." (Please, come back to me.) You knew a little German, but you were no expert.

"Umm. It's okay, König, really, I will be fine. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I wasn't scared." his reply was fast. You were rather surprised he replied with such confidence.

You looked at him, perhaps you offended him more by moving away than by even suggesting the idea.

Like a lost kitten, you slowly moved back into his open arms, his huge body once again surrounding you. His arms locked you in, as if he was scared you'd run away again if he let you.

Buy you didn't.

His warmth took you in like a nice warm bath after a long day, and suddenly the old and cold house was not so bad.

You smiled as you started to slowly doze off.

"You are really warm, it's nice." you said before closing your eyes, head on his chest.

He must have thought you fell asleep because he started to run a finger down your face. It started from your brow, down your temple to your cheekbone. When he touched the top of your lip, you almost pulled away, but he spoke up.

"Ich Liebe Dich." he said, and it was your time to freeze. He didn't notice as he finger continued its path, but your mind was foggy.

Love?

Did he really just say that? Your German was limited yes, but you understood that one very well.

"Only say things like that if you mean them." you said as you opened your eyes. Your eyes lock with his, his filled with fear. "Did you mean it?" you asked as he tried to pull away, probably ready to run away from you but your grip on his shirt was strong. "Because I love you too. And I need to know if you mean it or not." his head whipped towards you, so fast in fact you worried he would give himself whiplash.

"You do? You love me?" he asked, and you nodded, cupping his cheek along with the mask he always wore.

And he nodded the slightest nod. He knew, in your line of work, relationships were hard. Impossible for some. And yet, here he was, wanting nothing but to be yours and for you to be his.

"Great, than as soon as we get out of this storm you can take me on a date." you said as you placed your head back on his chest, ready to finally sleep this time.

He was surprised at how easy-going you were. He confessed his feelings and you reciprocated them, he never expected for that to happen, but he was not about to complain.

As you finally fell asleep, as the storm outside still was at its peak, he couldn't sleep, all he could think about what he should plan for your date.

And as he was thinking, he pulled you even closer if that was possible.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Alejandro is big on aftercare. He would always ask you what you need. Let that be strawberries, a massage or a shower, he is all for it.

He could be described as a cuddly bear who likes to hold you close at all times.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his mouth, since he can do so much with it, he likes the pleasure it can give you while he also likes how you giggle when his beard scratches your skin.

Your favourite bodypart of his has to be your waist. He loves to hold your waist, pull you close and show the world who you belonged to. He also loved how his hands fit perfectly around you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is not really fascinated by it, yes its a way of him claiming you but he doesn't really have a fascination with it, he does like it however when after a blowjob, you show him his cum on your tongue.

D = Dom or Sub (Are they more dominant or submissive?)

Switch.

He would like to dominate you, but he also loves to see you on top. Seeing you under him gives him a confidence he never felt. Not even when holding a gun.

He loves just as much when you are in control, he loves it when you tell him what to do.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a lot of experience. One would say he is a casanova. Rather was. He didn't even look in the direction of another woman.

He knows what he is doing but not in a soft way. He was used to quick one night stands.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he could see your face.

He loves to see the pleasure on your face, seeing how good he made you feel.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not Goofy at all, he is more serious during sex than during a cartel takedown.

But he doesn't mind if you are a bit playful and goofy. It eases his mood and worries.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He would keep his hair nice and organized. He doesn't want the bush to hide the main event. He also feared you might make a comment on it if he was unkept. He liked to be clean and keep things about himself clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic.

After missions, he would have rose petals all over the floor and bed. He is a Latino so, romance comes to him naturally. Even during sex, he can be romantic and say such romantic things, they would make you cum immediately.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he take away the opportunity from you to do it for him?

Why would he do it alone in the bathroom during showers?

It does happen, but rarely.

He likes it more when you touch him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Alejandro likes to leave hickeys all over your body. Especially on visible places so everyone would know you belong to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed, couch, or table. For him, it doesn't really matter as long as you are comfortable.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His biggest motivation is when he arrives back home to you after a dangerous and long mission.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that has to do with blood or includes pain.

He killed many men. So even if you ask him to choke you, he would say no. It would remind him of the many times he killed someone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a master in giving, lets not lie.

But he also doesn't mind receiving some love. Especially in the mornings, he loves to wake up just you going down on him, and sometimes he would do the same.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on his mood and how desperate he is, most of the time he takes his sweet time to please you, but there are times when he can be rough.

Quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies.

Imagine going out with him to a bad with your friends, you get drunk and horny and he has to take you to the bathroom. He loves those moments.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes to experiment and bring new things into the bedroom. But he is also very open to your ideas and suggestions.

You two can always come to an agreement.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a long time. Usually up to about four or five rounds before he needs a little break. But he always observes, he always watches you and your reaction, trying to see if maybe you are too tired before he keeps going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have toys, and he doesn't want you to have any. He would be jealous if you had one, it hurt his ego that a plastic thing can be better than him.

No matter what you say, how you explain that it can never replace him, he wouldn't care.

No toys on his watch.

But then, he learned about buttplugs. Now those were a completely different thing. He doesn't want them to be used on him, but he would love to see one in you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a big tease, but he doesn't like to be teased. He doesn't like it when you tease him, but he will have to learn that if he wants to be a big tease and do it to you, he also has to take some.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is a big groaner. Loves to tell you how he likes you around him.

Not loud, he only wants you to hear, but there are moments when he can get very loud and forget about the open balcony window.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is muscular, based on his training. He is bigger than you, he has nice abs and a great ass.

his cock fits his body perfectly, you often just stare at him when he is getting in or out of the shower. He has a very sexy body and he is not afraid to show it off.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a very high sex drive. Contrary to what many people might think intimacy is a lot more important to him than sex. Yes, he loves sex, but he prefers to have you close and keep you close to him. Cockwarming is one of his favourite things to do.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He is rather quick to get sleepy but he wouldn't go to sleep. He would listen to you or try to listen and answer but it mostly comes out as a "Hmm." or a "Yes, Mi Amor."

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König was a sweet, gentle giant.

He is the sweetest little angel. But it didn't mean he couldn't get angry.

Of course, he would get angry when the man didn't understand the word no.

You told the man repeatedly, yet he kept on trying to touch and flirt with you. And while you could handle these things by yourself, this time the guy came onto you harder than anyone before.

And König didn't like that. His grip tightened around the glass of beer which he has been drinking. So dangerously tight he almost broke it.

Suddenly all his social anxiety went out the window. He moved by instinct and with a clear mission in mind. The other watched, observing the rare scene.

"Sir, please leave me alone, as I said I am married." you tried one more time but you were nearing your end now.

"I don't care, and you shouldn't either... I can show you a great time." he said with a smirk, what a disgusting pig he was, you were about to say something when suddenly you saw a huge presence next to the two of you, and both of you looked at the person.

Thankfully, it was exactly the person you hoped it would be.

"Sie sagte, lass sie in Ruhe." (She said, leave her alone.) he said and the man didn't understand a word, but his eyes said it all. "Leave my wife alone." König said again and there was silence. A moment of contemplation on the man's side, trying to figure out if this was worth it.

If this giant of a man was worth it. As if the men saw his life play in front of his eyes, he came to a decision.

Then the man quickly turned and ran so erratically, he knocked over three chairs on his way.

You watched as König's eyes followed the man, the mask on his face making him look more intimidating than ever as his bright eyes looked so angry.

It was weird to see your husband like this. Usually, he was laid back and he let you deal with these kinds of situations most of the time. He knew what you can handle, he had seen it many times.

But not this time, this time he had enough, this time he had enough of these men flirting with his wife right in front of him and he needed to show them who you belonged to. His stance said it all, shoulders pulled back, chest out, he looked bigger than ever.

You smiled as you took a sip from your drink. He finally looked back at you, and you didn't see that anger anymore.

It was your sweet husband once again.

"Nice to see you like that sometimes." He looked at you with a questioning look in his eyes. "Possessive. I was scared you might not like me anymore." That was a lie. You knew he loved you very much, but you did like to tease him a little.

Although you couldn't see his face, you knew he must be pouting at you as his hand moved to your back.

You two could hear the others in the back laughing a little before they turned back to talking.

"Do you want a beer?" you asked, knowing he won't remove the mask, but he was still sneaky enough to drink, somehow.

He shook his head before turning back to the others, leading you back to them so you all can continue with your conversation and celebrate yet another successful mission.

You loved these moments. When all of you got together and all of you were able to have a great time.

Every moment like this was a special one, which you cherished.

You certainly didn't expect your husband to snap like this, but it was still good to see.

You didn't feel bad for the pig, he had it coming, you just felt incredibly warm inside, knowing that König stood up for you when you needed him.

Later, you promised to yourself, later, you will do something to him so he will see stars. But for now, you turned back to the conversation at hand.

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Warning: Smut

All you could do was moan and groan with each thrust of his hips.

Simon knew exactly what he was doing, he was making your world spin.

You completely forgot how many orgasms he put you through during the many hours he spent between your legs.

You were his sweet little doctor.

The only woman in this miserable place that interested him. The only one on Earth.

Simon went from mission to mission, one time, he got injured and was brought in for the new doctor to see his wound.

And from then on, it was downhill for him.

After an incident with another drunk sergeant, who tried to do things to you even though you told him no, Ghost saved you, and soon after, you two found yourselves in a dark room as he spent the entire evening in between your legs.

Much like now, Simon never wasted a minute to spend with your warmth wrapped around his cock.

He was a starved man in more ways than one, and you gave him everything he wanted.

He smiled as he pushed in and out of you, his mask long forgotten, the dark room now illuminated, a true proof of his trust in you.

You clinged onto his shirt, which he still had on as in the heat of the moment it was more important to feel you than the clothes, but you were lying under him, fully nude.

Your hands moved to his back, clinging onto the shirt with one hand, while the other moved to his ass, feeling the muscle as he kept his slow and deep rythm.

He was on his elbows, next to your head as he kept on getting both of you closer and closer to your release.

"Simon," you said for the thousandth time that night. But this time, your voice had something else in them. A sense of need, which he immediately recognized.

"I know, I'm close too." he replied as he moved, making your hands fall he leaned back, finally removing his shirt before he held your sides, and you knew, he was about to get rough, so you braced yourself.

And you surely needed to be braced. His movements went from slow and deep to fast and rough. He was hitting points in you, you didn't even know existed.

You cried out as he groaned at the new pace, both of you needed to cum. Wouldn't be the first time that evening, but for now, it will be the last.

You grabbed onto his shirt again, needing to level yourself as you threw your head back, lips opening for a loud cry as his pace changed once again, it got more erratic and your overused pussy was surely not prepared for this.

He finished inside the condom with a loud groan of your name while you cried out.

From one second to another, both of you went limp.

And he fell right on top of you.

You needed to slow down your breathing and calm down just a little.

And once the bliss almost fully lifted from your body, Simon's huge frame stayed.

"You are heavy." you said, barely above a whisper, but he seemed to hear it as he groaned and moved off of you.

You giggled before you moved to go use the bathroom.

When you returned, Simon had a blanket over his hips, his shirt finally on the floor, but you could tell he was not wearing anything other than that.

You moved to your closet and grabbed an old shirt of his, which he happen to leave behind, so you kept it.

"Is that mine?" he asked, as he was watching you from the bed.

"Maybe. Could be my other boyfriend's." he laughed a little.

"Sure, Sweetheart, your other boyfriend."

You moved to the bed, putting your hand and head on his chest as he moved his arm around you.

And soon, you fell asleep.

Simon woke up a couple hours later, you moved off of him, and now your back was turned to him. He decided to grab his boxers and headed to the bathroom.

It wasn't unusual for him to have nightmares.

He looked at himself in the mirror, noticing the facepaint remains on his face, so he started to wash off his eyes.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself as he looked into the mirror.

Somehow, no matter how many times he asked that question, he always came back to you.

No matter how many hours, days, he spent trying to convince himself, he didn't deserve any of this, he was too fucked up for any source of happiness, and he somehow still kept on coming back to you.

Could this be what they call love?

As he looked back into the bedroom from the bathroom, he could see your face as you slept soundly. You didn't even stir.

Good, he didn't want to be the reason you wake up in the middle of the night and lose sleep. He let out a sigh, one of many as he finally accepted his feelings and moved back to the bed. Or wanted to, he knew the moment you woke up you'd jump onto him and he wanted to be prepared. He searched his stuff for a box of condoms, but couldn't find any, he knew you had it in your drawer so he pulled out the drawer and as he did that, a small silver thing rolled, right towards him.

Simon froze.

It was a buttplug with a blue stone. He was shocked, he didn't know you had these kinds of things. Perhaps it was a gift, from your other boyfriend? Simon shook his head, no, he smiled as he pulled the thing out.

Condoms long forgotten, this newfound toy took away his interest completely.

He put it on the nightstand before he moved to the bed, he couldn't sleep, now, different thoughts invading his mind.

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In the morning, you woke up to the sounds coming in from outside.

Simon was pressed against your back tightly, so tight, in fact, you could feel his morning wood.

You smirked as you moved your ass back against it. He stirred and woke up.

"Naughty fox." he whispered into your ear. "Found your little toy." he said and you laughed.

"Did you? Took you long enough."

"You bought it for yourself?"

"No. It was a gift. When I told my friends I'm joining the army's medical bay, she gave it to me to 'keep me company' she said."

"Hmm... Have you used it?"

"Couple times, before you joined my bed." you turned around and looked into his eyes, noticing something, something was there that he didn't want to say out loud. "Do you want to use it on me? You can put it in my ass while you fuck me."

Now that, that set him off. His eyes darkened, from deep brown to straight black, he was extremely aroused by the thought.

And who were you to deny it?

You let him put the plug into your asshole. He put probably way too much lube on the thing, but he said he didn't want to hurt you.

Now, he was laying behind you on his side, working his thick cock into your pussy from behind.

"So good. I can feel it in your pretty little ass." you felt him move a bit closer, leaning up so he can kiss your neck as he continued to pound you.

You would be lying if you said this didn't arouse you, it was amazing to feel him and the toy at the same time.

"Simon," you moaned as he grabbed your leg and lifted it just a little to give him better access.

He loved this new pose, you could tell from how his movements became quicker and more erratic.

"I love you." you suddenly said into your ear. "Fuck Y/N, I love you so much."

"I love you too, Simon, so so much." you said as you reached your high and came around his cock for the thousandth time that evening.

He bit down on your shoulder as he came while you grabbed the sheets.

It took a bit longer for the bliss to fully disappear this time. First, it was the plug for you that needed to be removed and you really really needed to pee.

Even when he threw the condom out and joined you on the bed again, you pulled him to your chest this time, allowing him to listen to your heart beat as your hands played with his hair and run up and down his back.

"I really do love you, it wasn't just a heat of the moment thing." you said, confirming it for him. "I know you think, you don't deserve love, that you are not worthy but I really do love you Simon, and I'm here to tell you that you deserve so much more, you deserve more than me." he lifted his head and moved a little, slightly hovering above you, you stared into his eyes.

"I love you too." was all he said, it was all he needed to say.

You smiled at him as he moved back to your chest, you held him close because he was the most important person to you.

And he held you close because you were the most important to him.

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The man was huge.

Absolutely insane how muscular and tall he was.

Minotaur was his name as you found out.

You were on your way home from work when all hell broke loose, you were hiding in a small house when they found you.

The huge blonde Russian being the first who caught your eye.

He was very very handsome. And you were a sucker for heroes. And in your eyes, he was for sure one. The only one in fact who came and saved you from this hell.

And even when they brought you home, you didn't want to let go of the man.

While the others were leaving, he stayed a little behind, and you took the opportunity.

"My name is Y/N, how can I thank you for helping me?"

"No need to thank me."

"No, I insist, come over maybe sometime? For lunch or dinner?"

And who was he to deny a beautiful woman and food?

And how glad he was he accepted your invitation.

Months later, he found himself once again, coming back to you.

"Maxi!!!" you yelled from the front door as he slowly walked over to you, he was taking the sight in, seeing you, in your doorway, calling out for him and rushing into his arms.

He was the luckiest man alive.

"Hi Dorogaya, I'm back." he said as he scooped you up into his arms. His bag was long forgotten on the floor as you clung to him.

"I missed you very much." you said as you pulled back to give him a kiss. A kiss so breathtaking and rough he could feel your need in it. "Welcome back Teddy bear." you said as you pulled away from the kiss.

He started to walk into the house, in one hand, his bag, in the other you.

He was such a huge man, you never expected him to be so kind and gentle. But he was.

Which is why you named him your teddy bear. You only called him that though when no one else was around, you didn't want him to be embarrassed around his team mates.

But it still didn't change the fact that the man who could easily break bones with a simple movement was such a softie with you.

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Johnny loved to hold you close.

He loved to hold you close and cum in you. For him, the fullest moment was when you laid under him and he filled you over and over with his cum.

Johnny didn't have a breeding kink. Not at all, it wasn't why he was doing it.

To him, it was a way of marking what's his.

And you were his.

There was no denying that.

His cum gushing out of you was the proof.

Marking you in more ways than one.

This is how he liked to spend many hours after a long mission away from you.

However, having your boyfriend creampie you each and every time he gets home, hours on end has its consequences as you have learned.

"Pregnant? But I was taking pills!"

"Yes, but it looks like when you changed to the new pills it took a long time for it to fully work and in that tiny window, you got pregnant."

Your doctor's explanation made sense, and this was something you always feared might happen.

Now, you just had to somehow explain it to Johnny.

Should you send a letter? No, he said it wouldn't be safe.

Should you call? No way of knowing he would pick up.

Should you just wait? Yes, the only logical solution.

You were going through a roller coaster.

One moment, everything was okay, you were happy and ready for a baby, the next, you were in the bathroom crying telling yourself you couldn't do this.

You needed Johnny, and he wasn't there, so you had to deal with this on your own.

You took a deep breath. And as you wash your face one last time, you gave yourself a nod.

Yes, you were ready for this, yes you will do this. You will keep the baby and be an amazing mother!

Nothing could derail your plan.

Days passed, then weeks, and then three months.

You missed Johnny but the baby did take your mind off of things.

First, you had to make a room for them, furniture and paint the walls.

Ikea came in clutch with their home delivery service once the room was painted.

You were probably planning way ahead but with a boyfriend who could be gone for months, you needed to be ready. You couldn't wait to plan a room and assemble furniture with a huge baby bump.

Then, another month passed. And Johnny was coming home.

You received a call from him, saying he was on his way to you, and you were ready. With an envelope in your hand, you were ready to see him again.

You rushed into his arms as he waited for you, standing there with open arms, you ran into him. Almost knocking him over as the others left with the car. He lifted you up and you felt in cloud nine.

He was home. Finally.

You cried, probably more than ever, thanks to hormones.

But Johnny just kept smiling and laughing, holding you tight.

"Bonnie, I'm home." he said and the nickname he gave you made you shiver, he always called you Bonnie, ever since you two met, you loved it when he called you that.

"Welcome back, I have a surprise for you." you said as you two walked into the house.

"I really hope it's either something to eat or tear off of you." he said as he pulled you close and bit your ear.

Thanks to the thick sweater you wore it was invisible to see that you were pregnant.

"No, Johnny, this time I'm serious." you said as he kicked the door closed and you grabbed your papers. "You might need to sit down." you said and he did.

"Now you are making me worried." as he sat, you moved to sit on the coffee table in front of him and handed him the papers.

"Since you might not believe me, here. Read these."

Johnny took the papers he looked at you once more before he started to read them out loud.

"Patient name: Y/N Y/L/N.... Are you ill?" his eyes shot up.

"Keep going." you said pointing back and he read further.

You watched his face closely, waiting for the moment when he will get it.

"It says... patient admitted feeling sick, throwing up and feeling uncomfortable, after blood test patient.... five weeks pregnant?" he continued with the next paper.

"Pregnancy week ten, baby healthy, mother healthy.... Pregnancy week fourteen... baby healthy, good heart rhythm, mother healthy. As per the patient's request, ultrasound pictures were provided." you handed him the pictures.

"The doctor said they took the perfect shot. Keep going there is one more paper." Johnny looked and the photos before continuing with the last.

"Week eighteen, strong heart rhythm, baby healthy, mother healthy, based on ultrasound, baby suspected to be a girl, the doctor will confirm at later appointment...Bonnie? Are you... p-are you going to have a baby?"

"Silly, we are going to have a baby. She is as much yours as mine." John kept staring at the picture, a tear escaped his eyes.

"She's mine?"

"Of course. But please don't misunderstand this wasn't planned. The doctor said my new birth control pills lapsed or something and... it was right when you were home and..."

"I'm going to be a father." he finally looked at you, his eyes filled with happiness. And suddenly your worries got lifted.

"You are, Love. We are having a little girl."

It was so much to take in at once.

"Please tell me this is not a cruel prank." he begged and you stood up, lifting your shirt, showing him your stomach.

"I can confirm Mr MacTavish, your baby is in here. This is not a prank, not a sick joke. It's all true and tomorrow, when I go back to the doctor's you can finally come with me."

"Oh Bonnie." he dropped all papers as he stood up and hugged you. "I love you so much."

"I know this is a surprise and I wasn't expecting it either but if possible, can you... maybe, I understand if not but I would like if you can be here at least for the birth... I know your schedule is not-"

"I'll be here before that day, Bonnie. I will tell the Captain I need time to be with my family and he will understand, he did just catch a big guy so... they can go without me for a couple, I'm sure Simon will miss me but, I want to be here for you and for them."

"Thank you."

"Of course. I want to be here more for you, and while I do know you understand when I need to leave, I do just want to stay."

"I love you Johnny." you felt him squeeze you a little before his hand moved under your shirt, feeling your skin, trying to be as close to his baby as he can.

This is what Johnny always longed for, a home.

And now the ring that weighted down his bags suddenly felt even more appropriate.

For months now, he was afraid you'd say no, and yet here you were waiting for him with a baby under your heart.

This was the best surprise he would have asked for.

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"How many safe houses do you need?" asked Soap, annoyed that yet another plan went to shit and now he and Ghost had to hide with Alejandro.

"Amigo, it's not about the quantity but the quality." just as he said that the door to the house opened.

"Papi!" came rushing out onto the porch and down the stairs a little girl. So tiny, the teddy in her arms was bigger, which didn't help her running, so at one point, she dropped it.

Ghost and Soap watched as the little girl rushed to Alejandro who picked her up as she laughed with such joy in her voice.

"Te extrañé mucho, Bebé," (I missed you so much, Baby.) said Alejandro as he kissed the little girl.

"Who are they, Papi?" she asked, pointing at Ghost.

"Friends, Cariño. Where's your mother?" he asked but the little girl was to busy staring at Ghost.

For a split second Ghost thought the child was afraid, but then she giggled and made motions to let her father know, she wanted to go to the man his father called a friend.

"Soap, Ghost, meet my little Isabella. Isa, meet John and Simon." she smiled and waved at them.

"You have a kid? Now that's-" but Johnny didn't finish, Alejandro put his daughter down as she rushed over to Ghost immediately, she put her arms up and looked at the huge man.

"Uppsie!" she said, well, more demanded. Alejandro just laughed as he nodded for Ghost, letting him know it was okay. And who was Ghost to say no to such a bright child.

"Look at this Isa, your favourite Teddy's in the dirt, we will have to ask Mommy to wash it for you now." said Alejandro as they all started to walk to the house, Isa too occupied with Ghost's mask and clothes to care about her teddy.

"And meet Mi Esposa, the lovely Y/N." Alejandro said as he found you in the kitchen, and by the smells, everyone could tell, it was delicious.

"Just in time." you turned to introduce yourself to the others as you took your child away from Simon and made her go and wash her hands.

Ghost and Soap were both a bit taken aback, seeing Alejandro as a father, made both of them think, well it made Johnny think more, he imagined if he could have this all for himself. A wife and family of his own even if his life was so different from the domestic kind.

Seeing Alejandro so in love with his wife and child, Johnny was not afraid to admit he was jealous.

"Your friends are nice." you said as he finally laid down into your bed. Isa barely wanted to let go of her father. But now, her and your guests were all in their rooms.

"Are they?" he smirked as he looked at you. "I'm happy both of you think so. I thought she will be scared."

"Oh, no, Isa is... special. She can see the good in people not only their looks."

"Much like you, Mi Amor. Which is why you fell in love with me."

"Oh yeah, I saw the caring man, not just the smug handsome asshole." this made him laugh. "But I do love you, Alejandro." he smiled and leaned over to give you a kiss.

He knew he wouldn't be able to convince you to get down and dirty with people in your home, so for how, he just cuddled into your chest.

Without a doubt, he was the luckiest man alive.

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Johnny is a man of action over words

But he also loved to say it out loud

Telling you how much he loves you until you get tired of it

Which you never do

You love hearing his voice

Johnny is not afraid to shy away from kissing you in public

In front of his Task Force

He would love to make others jealous that he has such an amazing woman

His arm is always around you

Keeping you nice and close

Johnny also loves to bring you gifts

He would get something for you everywhere he goes, even if he is in the middle of bleeding out

A gift always finds its way to you

You call it 'The Collection'

These gifts vary from keychains, and souvenirs to magnets

Of course, during missions he wouldn't be able to call you

But as soon as he is done, a call is a must

"Darling?"

"Johnny?! Oh, thank God, I miss you."

"I miss you more, my mission is over, I'm heading home tomorrow. Did I wake you? You sound... sleepy?"

"Yeah. It's 2:56am."

"Shit. Sorry, Love."

"Never apologise, thank you for calling Johnny, I'll be waiting for you, as always. I love you."

"I love you more."

He always had to make sure you know he loves you more, he misses you more or that he is hornier than you

Once he is back to you, he always brings you on dates

Making sure you two have other memories besides the bedroom

Cute dates are his thing

Aesthetic dates

Dates that show he is still a kid inside

He loves to bring you on fare’s and win you gifts

He is really good at all the games

Ferris Wheel is a must

Kiss on the very top is mandatory

Johnny loves to cook

But he is a bad cook

So while he tries to surprise you, the real surprise is when the kitchen doesn’t blow up

You do appreciate his tries though

You try and teach him but lets be honest he would just stare at you while you cook

He loves to cook together

He loves to have the last word

And it's always something sweet

No matter how awful you felt, he would find a way to make you feel beautiful

Johnny's love is special

And you knew that, you saw it in his eyes every time he was looking at you

Pure love and admiration

Johnny loves to sleep next to you, watch you as you sleep, it grounded him, kept him going

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John promised he would be home before Christmas

He promised he would spend time with you finally

He was a man of his word

So, when he arrived home, you were expecting him

You decided to decorate your home so that when he arrives, he would feel the spirit

John swore he never saw this many lights and decorations on his humble little house

In his small front yard, there was a bush decorated with lights and a small reindeer, also made of lights

The windows, decorated

John could only imagine how the inside must have looked like

And you didn't disappoint

Clearly, your theme was gold and red

Classic

You even had mistletoe in the doorway, which he waited for you under

And soon enough, his kiss also arrived as soon as he scooped you into his arms

John at first was a bit taken aback

Why did you have a mini Christmas tree in every single room?

Why did each one have a different colour scheme?

And why did he like it so much?

Why did he feel warm inside?

And just how many candles did one person need?

The only thing missing was the tree, but you waited for him so you two can go buy and decorate the tree together

John never truly liked Christmas

But seeing you in your sweatshirts and socks while you brought him his tea did something

The lights used to bother his eyes but now, he adored them

And as the cliché movies played, all he could think about is if you will like the present he got for you or not

The beautiful diamond ring, currently hidden away

John couldn't wait to ask you the big question

And with this beautiful set of Christmas ornaments everywhere, the scene was perfect

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Simon never really liked Christmas

He didn't have good memories of it when he was young

And now, being in the army, he was always on a mission, he often forgot what day it was

For a very long time, Christmas meant that he would kill people while there are lights in windows, nothing more

But now, he had you

And you loved Christmas

Maybe a little too much

You would buy new lights and decorations every year

So many in fact Simon once asked 'Don't you have enough already?'

But that was a huge mistake

He learned that because the look you gave him spoke louder than any words

Evidently, you didn't have enough decorations

December 1st, you set out all your boxes and asked Simon to help you

Thanks to his height you were able to finish quickly

And as the sun set, you turned all your lights on

You admired it all

Simon felt something, it was strange

A feeling that only came out when he was with his Task Force before

This warmth, this special kind of warmth

It felt like home

Simon watched you as you looked at your work, the light illuminating your face as the golden lights reflected in your eyes

You smiled at him as you handed him a mug with his favourite tea

Simon felt a panic in him

He never experienced such happiness, and he spent years avoiding this

He wanted to tell you that he couldn't do this, this domestic life wasn't for him

But as much he wanted to run, the feeling of wanting to stay was stronger, and so he did

Even when you forced him to watch awful Christmas movies and cuddle on the couch, he didn't run

He had to fight the same demons that told him to leave you when he met you and fell in love

Then, you two got a tree

You asked Simon what ornaments should you use

To be honest, it was a bit much for him

Not even as a kid did he decorate a tree

"What do you mean you have never done this before?"

"Well, you know my childhood so..."

"Then, since this is your first tree, you can do whatever you like. You have seen Christmas trees before right? So you have a basic idea, and I can help."

In the end, the tree turned out gold, silver, red and white

You even bought a small ornament in the shape of a gun as a little army-related gift for him, and he loved it

Matching sweatshirts are a must and yes, you will have to beg him to wear it

Hot chocolate while watching the Grinch is also a must, you will have to pin him to the couch

Kisses under the mistletoe is also a must, this one was actually his idea

Yes, Simon Riley might not have liked Christmas before, the feeling of home and love was never present in him

But from now on, Christmas is his favourite

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Warning: Smut

Johnny loved Christmas

Everything about it

The food, the decorations, the candles, the socks and even the cliché movies

Johnny was all down for it

He was the one who even on a mission never forgot about Christmas

Oh how he longed to have someone to share these times with

And then, you came along

Johnny finally had someone to share his love for Christmas with

And after one long mission, Johnny was finally home for the Holidays

And he loved what you have done with the place

He also loved how you ran into his arms wearing an ugly Christmas sweatshirt

What a sight to arrive home to

And the best part is that you also got a sweater for him

Of course, a matching one

He made you promise you’d wait for him until he arrives back to put up all the decorations

And oh boy did Johnny love decorations

One day, he brought you from one store to another just because he saw a cute nutcracker or star light caught his eye

Johnny was a joy to be around Christmas

He behaved like a child, stopping at every window, looking at everything, buying every drink imaginable

A Starbucks employee now knew him by name

Johnny would be the kind who drives for hours just to find the perfect tree

Since he already found the perfect ornaments for it, now he needed the best tree

And once he found it, he would absolutely decorate it the same day

Lifting you up so you can place the star on the very top

Cuddly Johnny is the best

Cuddly Johnny while wearing matching clothes is even better

Johnny is the kind of man who would have a secret competition with the neighbors on who has the most lights and decorations

Johnny would win

And just like a proud father, he would stand on his porch, drinking his hot chocolate while the white snow fell and he would laugh

“We won again, Baby.”

“Of course, Sweetheart.” you would roll your eyes when he didn’t see

But you wouldn’t change a thing

Johnny would take presents very seriously

He always wants to give you the best

Since you deserve noting less

Let’s be honest he is amazing at giving gifts

He would buy something months before

His favorite tradition is mistletoe

He would basically have one in his back pocket and pull it out whenever he felt like he wanted a kiss

Expect him to turn up dressed as sexy Santa on Christmas Eve

Expect him to have sex with you during said Eve while wearing his costume

Also expect him to refer to himself as your present

Would put a ribbon on his dick to make you laugh

But it wasn’t fully a joke

He did mean to be your delicious present

But it wouldn’t be your only present for sure

Johnny would love anything you buy for him

Could be the lamest present, he would absolutely LOVE it

“Oh my God, Sweets, you got me socks?! I LOVE YOU.”

“Are those…boxers? You always know what I need.”

And it wasn’t an act

He loved you and it showed by the sparkle in his eyes

Would fully have sex with you in front of the Christmas tree the next morning

This man cannot stay away from you, nor can he stay off of you

He loved you so much, more than Christmas

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You used to be in the army

But after you and König got married you retired and looked for a new job

Both of you prefered it like this

Since your plan was to have a family rather quickly

You longed to have children and who was he to deny that from you

And he also wanted a daughter

So, you quit and started working for a big corporation

You managed to get pregnant rather quickly

And what a joy it was

König was on a mission when you got the results

And of course you waited until he would be back to tell him the news, over the phone it wouldn’t have been the same

You let him know by giving him a #1 Best Dad mug

„Darling... are you sure this is the one you meant to buy?” he asked with confusion written on his face

„Of course, you are the best dad in the world after all or will be.”

„Sweetheart, is this about that Daddy kink again? I told you it was in the heat of the moment you don’t have to call me-„

„No, silly. This was my attempt to let you know that I am pregnant.”

He froze.

Once he finally collected his thoughts

He started running around, yelling something in German you couldn’t understand

Oh yeah, he was happy alright

Exremely happy in fact

He nearly knocked you over when he ran towards you

He would not go on any missions

He wants to be there every step of the way

And once both of you went to the doctor’s and he got the confirmation he needed, things in him changed

Protective husband mode: ON

Overprotective husband mode: ON

Protecting you from every leaf and bug

If you are pregnant during winter:

He would absolutely not let you outside without being warmly dressed

Even if you tell him you are not cold, he would put another sweatshirt on you or a hat or gloves

He is basically a human heater so even if you are cold you two can just cuddle and he would warm you up instantly

Expect hot drinks even if you don’t ask for them

All the new Christmas drinks from every possible store

Expect him to try out all of the drinks you get

He would say “To make sure it’s not poisoned”

But you’d know he just wants to try them out

Would 200% build snowmen, One to represent him, one to represent you and a very small one for the baby

If you are pregnant during summer:

He would ask you if you are not too hot, if you need a cold drink

He would ask but he would also provide a cold beverage at all times

He wouldn’t let you out of the house

If you don’t already have an AC, prepare that he would get some into the main room and the bedroom

Although that one is mainly for you, he also really likes to have the AC on

Would make you go to the beach and would fully eye your changing body

Would hold you close in the water

And he would joke around that you are basically a human submarine

You can have the strangest cravings, he would always give you exactly what you ask for

Even if its in the middle of the night

Would also totally get something to eat while he is out

And of course you’d end up stealing what he got

If you are emotional he would know it is the fact that you are carrying a child not that you want to be mean to him

He would be extremely touchy

Would have to have you close at all times

Speaking to the baby while rubbing your belly

He would often speak in German

You knew that he has a soft spot but seeing him like this, an attentive papa bear, it did something to you

Your hormones were over the roof

You stared at him, made him walk around the house shirtless

And then in the next second you didn’t even want to see his face

“I told you to leave me alone!”

“B-But, Liebling…”
It would offend him or anything

You could throw anything at him, he wouldn’t mind

He knows how difficult this is for you

So, he tries to be the best husband

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For Christmas, he would plan something special
He didn't hate nor did he love Christmas it was something that was another holiday
But it doesn't mean he wouldn't go all out
He would love the snow
He would rent out a house in Austria for the two of you
The house would be in the mountains where you would be surrounded by snow and nature
No neighbours
He would make sure beforehand that the house is fully decorated
You expect a nice romantic holiday with your boyfriend
And that is exactly what you would get
A huge beautifully decorated tree in the middle
A huge fireplace, already lit
You could only imagine the possibilities
Every morning, he would wake up early and make breakfast
You two would go on walks in the woods
He was good at finding his way back to the house
The places he takes you, breathtaking
You take so many pictures
Too many in fact
But who could blame you
This is your first Christmas with König and you plan on enjoying every second
One day, he drove you to a nearby city
He said they had a huge Christmas fair and you wanted to see
You wanted to see the huge tree, the shops and try the food
You had the most fun
Matching sweaters is a must
Finding a size that fits him is extremely difficult
It was nice to see him in normal clothes
He of course looked incredibly sexy
Even in his ugly Christmas sweaters
König loves to eat
And to cook
So, he would prepare an entire meal for Christmas Eve
And he would cook it all himself
You'd of course help with the minor stuff
Flirting with each other the entire time
Christmas songs playing in the background as he kisses you
He would have mistletoe in his back pocket
Would pull it out at every moment he sees fit
There are a lot of moments like that
"Kiss." he demanded for the thousandth time that day.
"Yeah." you'd reply with a smile and lean over to give him a kiss.
Of course, he prepared presents
Anything you needed and loved
He would buy them for you
Of course, you also bought him gifts
One was a new Lego set you saw him liking
"LEGO?! I love LEGO! Liebling! You are the best!"
The Lego set was the winner
Not even the skimpy lingerie set you got for later in the evening impressed him as much
Although he did end up enjoying it later on
Christmas morning, you two just sat on the couch, the lights on the tree turned on as you two watched many many Christmas movies
You were surprised to hear König has never seen Home Alone
So, you held a marathon
"How could his parents forget him?"
"How could his father afford that kind of vacation for that many kids?"
"So they want to rob them? Why not call the police instead of these traps?"
And many many more questions
Later that day, you stood out on the balcony
It was cold but the fresh air was worth it
"Babe-" he started but you shushed him as you motioned for him to be quiet and go over to you
He did
And this is when he saw the deer
A family of deer just walking past the house
"Do you think I should put food out for them? They must be hungry. They eat vegetables right? We have a lot of carrots and such."
This is why he loved you so much. Just how selfless you were
You ended up leaving a nice big pile of food out near where you saw the deer
And you were fine if other animals took from the pile
You were inside, drinking your hot chocolate while The Grinch played on the TV
"Merry Christmas König, I love you." you said as you placed your head on his shoulder.
"Frohe Weihnachten." he replied as a smile appeared on his face
This truly is the most wonderful time of the year

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Warning: Injury, blood

„You are not going to die.” he said, possibly trying to convince himself and not you, you couldn’t tell. He kept on applying more and more pressure to the wound on your side. But blood just kept oozing out.

Simon was scared. This is exactly what he feared the most, you dying in his arms and he has to watch.

„Gaz! Where is the medic?!” he basically yelled into the radio.

„Three minutes out.”

„That’s too long! She will die Gaz!” he sounded desperate, everyone on the radio could hear his pain. And they all understood.

„We will hurry, Ghost.” said Gaz as he hurried the pilot.

You watched as he was shaking, fear and anger taking over and you said the only thing you could.

„This is not your fault Ghost. I pushed you out of the way and got hurt instead of you. It was my choice to save you, it’s not your fault.” you knew him too well, you knew that if you were to die, he would blame himself for eternity.

„Fuck, stop talking, Fox.”

„I love you, Simon and I don’t regret anything. I hope you don’t regret our love.”

„Of course fucking not.”

„Good.” you tried to move but his grip on you was like iron.

You started to black out, didn’t hear anything, and all you saw is a chopper landing before you fainted.

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You weren’t really surprised when you woke up in the medbay. Nor were you when you found Simon sitting in the chair next to you, asleep.

You don’t know how long you were out. You still felt weak but at least you weren’t dead.

You moved a little, waiting to see if Simon woke up, but he didn’t. His hand was holding yours so, you moved it, this small movement did the trick and woke him.

He didn’t say a word, just continued to look at you.

„I’m feeling better, thank you for asking.” you said as he pulled his hand away, sitting up straight.

„You got hurt because of me.”

„I told you it wasn’t your fault.” you argued.

„But it was. I let myself have a weakness, and now I’ll get rid of it.” you looked at him, confused.

„What do you mean?”

„I’m ending our relationship. I cannot afford to have weaknesses,” he said as he stood up but you moved and grabbed his hand.

„At least look at me when you say that Simon. Also, I am not willing to watch you die, so you will have to avoid getting near explosions.”

„I’m not arguing, Y/N, I’m breaking up with you.”

„At least look at me without your mask Simon. I’m not getting dumped by my Lieutenant but by my boyfriend.”

You knew the longer you kept him there, he will change his mind, he wasn't fully set on the breakup. But you also knew, he didn’t want to see you hurt. But you couldn’t bare the thought that he would be laying where you were right now. If not worse.

He closed the door and removed his mask.

The air was so thick. You felt it tighten around your throat.

„I want to break up with you.” he said, while looking into your eyes.

You nodded, „No.” you said and he didn’t move.

„This is not something you can decline.”

„Of course, I can. You are not breaking up with me because you got scared, Simon. You cannot break up with me because I got hurt once while saving your life, may I add. So, no, Simon you are not breaking up with me. I cannot lose you, and I will not lose you too.”

„You-I-„ you got him. You knew you did, now you just had to convince him a bit more, you knew this is not what he really wanted he just tried to act tough.

„I get what you mean, I’m terrified something would happen to you, which is why I moved on instinct when I saw the explosive. And I know you would do the same. But I wouldn’t break up with you for that reason. I love you Simon.”

There was a pause. The room went very quiet and you feared the worse. But then, he let out a sigh.

„I love you too.”

„So, don’t leave, please?” you held your hand out and he moved from the feet of your bed to stand beside you. „I cannot promise I won’t get hurt again. But I promise I’m not going to kill myself.” he nodded and took your hand.

„I’m sorry.” he said as he put his face into your neck, something he loved to do, holding you close, smelling you.

„I know you just want to look out for me, I get it, but don’t break up with me for no reason please.”

"It wasn't for no reason..." he pouted as he looked away from you. Sometimes he could act like such a child.

"Okay, then please don't over this reason." you felt him nodding into your neck.

And while you very well knew you rather throw yourself into the line of fire than see him get hurt, you also wanted to be more careful for his sake.

You knew Simon had a broken heart which could easily shatter if something was to happen to you. And you were not willing to die, not until you have your happily ever after.

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You were convinced army men were a different species.

Like Soap, tall, handsome muscular, funny and yet when needed to be extremely dangerous.

Price, funny, kind, and always knows what to say to you after a hard day yet he is a captain and rightfully so.

Gaz, the one who you barely saw in your infirmary, and yet you still met him many times. Gaz always made you laugh and he was a proper gentleman, and yet when needed be, he would shoot anyone with zero hesitation.

And then there was Ghost. The man is huge, you remember the first time he came to you after he got a gun shot wound. He walked in as if he only had a scrape while the bullet was still in his shoulder. He always had his scary mask on, or a mask on, never showing his face.

Anyone who would do the jobs they are doing would be a troubled person but somehow you felt like Ghost was the most broken.

And yet, being so big and scary, he was still extremely kind and respectful with you, barely talked and yet said so much.

His eyes were truly a window to his soul. You could only imagine how he was on the battlefield. Given his huge size and muscles.

You only heard stories about the missions Taskforce 141 went on, you mainly saw the aftermath. Like Gaz's dislocated shoulder or Soap's stab wound.

They were for sure a different breed.

A very sexy breed.

You were sure the danger that came with them was one of the reasons you felt like this.

But even you had to keep up the professional look.

Being a doctor, you had to be strong and professional. But then why did they make you into a shy teen as soon as they entered?

Simon especially.

Now, you did hear other women at base talk about him and the things they would do, so you knew you weren't alone in your crush. But even so, you needed to stop.

Men like him don't go for women like you, they are basically married to their jobs. No relationships.

You knew your place. And so, you never went over the line.

"Hi Doc,"

"Jesus, Johnny, giving me a heart attack so early in the morning." you said as you placed your hand over your heart.

"It's 10 in the morning."

"Your point?"

"Alright, so just wanted to give you a heads up Lt and I are going on a mission."

"And you plan on getting stabbed again?"

"Of course not." he laughed. "But somehow, every mission Lt goes to, he ends up here. He's a big boy, and he never went to the infirmary unless Captain yelled at him, but now, he just willingly goes every time. So, just wanted to let you know." Perhaps Johnny was too oblivious to understand what he just said, but your heart skipped a beat.

Either he was coming to meet with one of the nurses. Or he wanted to see you. But you doubted he was there to see you.

He barely spoke so it had to be a nurse.

Johnny was right, after the mission both ended up in the infirmary, Johnny had a bullet wound while Simon got a dislocated shoulder which was poorly put back.

"Okay, so Johnny can leave if he promises he will come back tomorrow so I can change his-"

"I promise, Doc, thank you." MacTavish said as he rushed out the room. You could only blink.

"What's with him?" you asked Simon who only shook his head. "Alright, but you Simon, I need an X-ray, I suspect the reason your shoulder hurts is more than just a dislocation but when you put it back, you might have cracked or fractured the bone. So, I will have to ask you to please follow me so we can do the x-ray."

Simon followed in complete silence.

"Can you please remove your shirt and stand facing me by that machine?" He did everything you asked. But your mind began to wonder as he wanted to pull his shirt over his head. But soon stopped and looked at you.

"Can you help? It hurts." was all he said.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I thought you preferred to do it yourself." you really shouldn't let your mind wander as you helped him, of course his mask stayed, but you now had a better look at his body. Littered in scars and tattoos the man was fine as hell.

But you didn't want to use this situation to your advantage, yet you still couldn't help but feel warmer than a couple minutes ago. The fact that your fingers touched his skin when you lifted his shirt also didn't help your position.

You held the scan up before finally sitting down.

"Thankfully nothing serious. I assume when you put it back incorrectly, it must have hit a nerve and that's why it hurts more. Let's wait until tomorrow and see if it's better."

"Thanks, Doc." he said before he stood up and left.

A couple days after, you still didn't hear from him or his shoulder. You assumed it got better, so you left it at that.

Not like you wanted to chase him down the corridors asking how his shoulder was.

So, you just let it go.

One evening, you were working later than usual when the door opened. Thankfully it wasn't an emergency, only Simon.

"Simon, how's your shoulder?"

"All good."

"Perfect, what brings you here then?"

"I saw the light was on and... you shouldn't be up so late." you looked at him, the black mask covering his face as usual, only his eyes visible.

"Yes, well, I have a lot of work to do."

"You should go and sleep."

"Thank you Simon, but I'll have to finish this."

"How long?"

"About 30 minutes." you watched as he sat down on the chair in front of you. "What are you doing?"

"I'll wait 30 minutes and then bring you to your room, you need to rest, you look after our health, wouldn't want you tired and make mistakes."

Who were you to argue with him?

Instead, you just tried to finish everything up, because you saw him setting a timer.

"Time's up." he announced just as you closed the folder.

You made sure everything was put away before heading to your courters.

"Are you sure you are okay Simon? Johnny said you never went to the infirmary before but lately you come a lot." you asked as you two started walking, you didn't expect him to walk with you, but you weren't complaining.

"I'm fine, just wanted to make sure you are all good."

"Thank you, Simon."

You two arrived at your door as you turned and gave him a smile.

"Thank you again, have a good evening." you turned to open the door but he spoke up, making you stop.

"I-I was thinking...I have a mission but after if you are free, we could go for a tea or scotch or something?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes." his voice was pure confidence, not like before. "If you want to, of course."

"I would love to, but I thought you liked one of the nurses?"

"Sorry?"

"Wasn't there why you came so often to the infirmary?"

"Oh, actually I went because of you."

"Oh. We can go for tea of a drink after your mission, but you have to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Don't get hurt too bad." you knew asking him not to get hurt at all would be a stretch, given his position he would most likely get hurt, even if just a little.

"Copy that, Ma'am."

You gave him one last smile before you headed inside.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you couldn't help but smile for the rest of the week.

You couldn't wait for your date. So, as soon as you got the news that they were back, unharmed, you couldn't hide your excitement.

You waited for him to come through those doors and take you out as he promised he would.

And one day, it finally happened, he opened the door and you smiled at him.

"Ready?" is all he asked, all he needed to ask as you ran to him.

"Ready." you replied before locking the door behind yourself.

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/John Price/

Spending more time with you was a given. Its something he always longed for especially during his lonely nights, when all he had was silence and a glass of his favourite whiskey. And all he wished for is you in his arms while you two cuddled and watched something on tv.

John promised himself that for the new year he will be a better boyfriend. He wanted to move in with you, so he will need a nice place for that, a secure home where he can be assured you are safe when he is not there.

He would start looking for a nice apartment but soon his mind would shift to a house.

Another promise he makes more to himself is to be a better man. Someone you can be proud of to call yours.

Someone you would say 'yes' to when the question is asked. Yes, John has many resolutions for the new year, a home and proposing are only a couple of the many.

/Simon Riley/

He would be in the middle of a mission on new year's eve. In a different time zone, but he would call you at midnight. Saying how it's already new year where he is.

He needed to hear your voice.

He would make such sweet promises for the next year. Such as, being there with you at the next one. Being better and more loving. He would even promise to take off his mask more often whenever he is with you. He would promise to make you laugh more. He would promise to be safe on his missions so you wouldn't worry. And just before he needs to hang up he would promise to love you forever, not just for the new year, but for the many upcoming.

/Johnny MacTavish/

Exactly at midnight he would get down to one knee and ask you to marry him.
Of course, you would say yes.

So, his new year's resolutions are simple, a house, a wedding and happiness. He would promise safety and to spend more time with you. He would promise he would be there for you every step of the way as you figure out your wedding.

For the new year, he wants to be a better man for you, someone you can proudly call your fiancé. Not that you weren't already proud, but he can always improve.

/Alejandro Vargas/

He would have a full list that he would even write down and cross them off as he completes them.

A new and more polished safe house is one. To make sure you are able to move in with him. He would have his home fully renovated just for you.

Have your favourite flowers in the garden.

Alejandro would promise to spend more time with you and go on fewer missions.

He would promise not to worry you too much.

And on the bottom of his list, two things: Get a ring, Propose.

He would live by that list so once he gets to the end of it, he can be assured you will say yes.

/König/

Of course, safety and spending more time with you, König would want a companion for you.

So, he would promise to get you a pet.

Whatever you'd want, he would get it for you.

One of his resolutions is to stop being so scary. As he would often scare the children just out on a normal walk to the park. So a cute puppy would be good to start a conversation with people.

He would promise to give your more affection, more love as you deserve. He promises he would treat you as you should be, like a Queen.

/Logan Walker/

Spending more time with you of course is one. Taking you out on more dates, telling you how much he loves you and kissing you.

Having you at his side, he wanted to be a better man. A man he knew he can be.

He promised he would buy you more flowers and your favourite dessert. And among his resolutions, the main being safety.

Your safety and his. Because he knows how much you hate it when he is injured. And how he hates when he has to leave you, always scared the letter he gets from you contains bad news.

But for the new year, he has many plans.

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His reaction would be the same whether it was planned or not

He would be absolutely shocked but happy

There would be a smile on his face all the time

He would scare the others with it though

They wouldn't understand why their Captain is smiling all the time

So, it worried them at first

But then you two would share the news and they would be delighted

John would 1000% be a protective husband

Overprotective at times

Somehow, even with the ultrasound photos, it only became real for him when he started to see your stomach showing

The moment came during a morning as you were looking at yourself in the mirror, looking from the side and affectionately rubbing your hand along your skin

You looked like a Goddess

And at that moment, he fell in love with you even harder

You would find him reading books about babies

He would try and hide them but of course you are a smart woman

It got to a point where you would leave out books for him to read

Neither of you mentioned anything about it

John would go on less missions as your due date would near

He wanted to be home, and help you

He would single-handedly prepare the nursery

Correction, he would try to make the nursery all by himself, would fail and as the guys to help

Everyone would come, even Simon to help the Captain

You two are having a little girl

And you can just imagine John and the others in little tiaras around a small table pretending to drink tea

Because that is what kind of men they are

The little girl would have everyone, including you, wrapped around her tiny little fingers, even if she still lived inside you

John would be so affectionate

He would get you anything you want

Food at weird times of the day? Sure

Weird food that makes him gag? Of course

Foot massage while you eat said weird food? Without a doubt

John would talk to his unborn baby every day

"Hi, Sweetheart, this is your dad here, I cannot wait to meet you."

"Sweetpea, I have a very important mission to go on, but I promise I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Sweetie, I'm home, you didn't cause trouble to your mommy now, did you?"

John is the best husband

He not only loves you dearly but he would put up with anything you say or do

Never getting angry or annoyed at you

He knows the amount of stress carrying a child puts on a woman

And he also has been in many interrogations and training so he would know what to do in tense situations

"John? Did you eat the last bucket of ice cream?" "Yes, I was about to head out and buy some more, what else do you need?" car keys already in his hands

"John? Why is it soo hot in this house?" "I already turned the AC on for you, Love."

"John! I am so fat! Look at me!" "No, Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman I have even seen. Here, I'm making Nutella cupcakes for you."

Anything you throw at him, he would have at least five answers ready

Cuddling with you and the baby is essential

Feeling the baby move or kick is his favourite

He would ask his little girl to do it again and again

During birth, John makes sure you are comfortable and he stays with you through every second

He would have the best doctors ready and the biggest room, where it is only the two of you, so you can be as comfortable as you want to be

He would hold your hand and never let go

Telling you how amazing you are

"You are a Goddess, My Love." "You are doing so well." "It is time for us to meet our little girl."

Overall, John is too perfect

After the birth, he would, of course, let you hold her, knowing, soon he will be able to do the same

"She is perfect, My Love." he would say as he watches you

When he hold her for the first time, he cries

Something you two will never ever mention

Then, as the others would come with their gifts, looking at the smallest little girl, they all felt like proud uncles

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It was late, you were on your way home from work. Suddenly a chill ran down your spine as a man started to walk close to you, when you slowed down, trying to let him pass you, that's when you realized what kind of a freak he was.

He didn't pass you instead touched your arm.

"Where are you going, Pretty?" he asked and his voice nearly made you vomit on the spot.

Instead, you ignored him and tried to leave, but he followed you, you knew better than to guide him to your house, so you tried to find a place, a bar, a store anything, but you were smack in the middle of nowhere... of course. Then you spotted a man, he was on his phone, typing away, he was your only hope at this point.

You walked over to the man on the phone while the creep followed, getting closer again.

As if sensing your presence, the man turned to you as you basically ran into his arms.

"Please." you said quietly as you walked quickly behind the man as he looked at the creep.

"Amigo! What are you doing?!"

"She's my girlfriend, what are you doing?"

"I doubt she is, she is my girl, Amigo, you need to leave before I do something, you creep!"

"She's your girl?"

"YES, now go before I do something, Amigo!"

The entire time the man shielded you from the creep, standing in front of you, blocking you from him. You felt a lot better when he stood up for you.

The creep left without a word.

"Did he hurt you?" the man who just saved you turned to you and asked.

"No, he didn't, thank you very much." you didn't even realize how you were shaking until now.

The man moved a bit back, it scared you, fearing that he might leave you grabbed his jacket as you looked into his eyes.

"Are you good?" he asked and you nodded but still didn't let him go. You looked around, trying to see if the guy really left. "He left." he suddenly said and you only now realized how close you pulled him.

"Oh, sorry." you said as you let him go. "Thank you for your help." you said as you turned and walked away slowly. You were so out of it, you didn't even realize you were walking the wrong way.

You stopped at a crossing, waiting for the red to turn green so you can go home.

This is when you suddenly had a moment of clarification and you realized you were going the wrong way.

You turned and found the man who just saved you standing behind you and looking at you.

For some reason it scared you for just a second, before you calmed.

You suddenly realized that the way he was looking at you is not even close to the way the other man was looking at you previously.

This man looked more worried.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

"No. I don't think I am." you answered honestly.

"Do you want me to walk you home?"

"I-I don't know."

"Name's Alejandro Vargas. I'm a- to make it easy I work for the Army, Mexican army. And I have no bad intentions, I only wish to walk you home or if you don't want me to know where you live, the close area of your place. If that is okay with you?"

"Alejandro Vargas. Okay... I do need help going home, I'm afraid that creep would find me again."

"No problem. I'll walk you home." He walked in your direction and you guided him to your place.

First, you weren't sure, but Alejandro turned out to be a very kind person. Sure, he saved you from a creep, but he could have taken advantage, and instead of doing so, he was making sure you got home safe.

Your initial panic slowly disappeared as you eased up to him. His smile worked like magic as his sweet voice calmed you.

He talked about everything and nothing. You quickly noticed he was really good at talking yet still avoiding the topic. You noticed he was very careful with what he said when you asked him about his life.

But, given his profession, you weren't surprised.

"This is it." you said as you turned to him in front of your house. "Thank you again for the help, for walking me home and for calming me down." you smiled as he did the same.

"Just did what everyone should. As weird as it might sound, I'm happy that we met, not happy about the circumstances though." you laughed a little.

"Yes, well I hope I didn't interrupt your evening too much."

"Not at all. But I hope I'm not stepping over any boundaries when I say that I would like to meet with you again. A date perhaps? So we can get to know each other better? I really like what I know so far." that confident and sexy smile on his handsome face... he knew you can't say no, so you said yes.

You two exchanged phone numbers before you headed inside. He waited until the door closed behind you before he walked off.

Alejandro had a feeling this was heading the right direction, and he couldn't wait for what the future will bring.

Chapter Text

Of course, out of everyone Price would pair you with Soap for this undercover mission, what you didn't understand is, why?

You had a feeling the Captain knew about your little crush and so based on that he choose Johnny. But if you really thought about it, he was the logical choice.

Ghost wouldn’t take of his mask.

Price is the Captain, it would be super weird.

And you couldn’t take Gaz seriously, the two of you always had a brother - sister relationship.

You had to pretend to be a newlywed couple who just moved into a house.

Said the brief, and you thought you'll be paired with Soap, but when the Captain said Soap, everyone in the room took a step back.

It was supposed to be an easy task according to the Captain at least.

The targets were the neighbours, your information was that the couple was selling confidential information on weapons, agents and safe houses. Which was obviously not good.

And after that, only you, Johnny and Price were in the room, as the remainder of the mission will be confidential.

So, you and Johnny were chosen to monitor them and the main goal was to get enough evidence to arrest them.

As the Captain said currently we don't have enough evidence but everyone was sure and they didn't want to alarm the couple in case they will flee before anyone can take action.

You were warned that they will be suspicious of you.

You and Johnny have known each other, so you didn’t mind spending the upcoming months in a house with each other.

But pretending to be madly in love and married?

Now, that’s going to be a rather difficult task.

You had to admit that you have a crush on Johnny, who wouldn’t? He’s handsome, kind and he saved your life many times before. And that accent...

The difficulty wouldn't be pretending but you were afraid that some messed up part of your brain will not want to let go of that feeling of having him close.

So, now here you were, in a newly furnished home, with your ‘husband’. Looked like the Captain thought about everything.

You were given fake identities, and rings, they even put up fake pictures of the two of you. From wedding pictures to date pictures. You had no clue where they got the material from, but you might keep one or two later.

You let out a sigh as you walked around the house. You had to admit that it was beautiful. Perfect for a newly married couple who is just starting their lives.

You walked upstairs and noticed the master bedroom. It had a huge bed and a gorgeous view of the backyard.

“You can have this room, I’ll stay in the other one.” said Johnny as he came into the room.

This man looked way too good in his simple shirt and jeans.

You were sure God was testing your limits.

“I don’t think we should do that.” Johnny raised a confused brow at you as you continued with an explanation. “If they are as cautious as Price said they are watching us at every moment. And they will find it extremely weird that a newly wedded couple who are supposedly madly in love, sleep separately.”

"I didn't even think of that. I just thought it might be more comfortable for you." Johnny explained and you smiled.

"Yeah, thank you but the mission comes first, so... and its not like I have issues with sleeping in the same bed as you Johnny."

Although you knew your heartbeat will go crazy as you will next to him, you probably won't even sleep let's be honest. You knew you needed to be convincing or this was for nothing.

---

You lived your next three months like that. In a house with Johnny. Sleeping in the same bed, making breakfast together.

In public you two portrayed the couple that is so disgustingly in love, sometimes it made even you sick to the stomach.

However, you learned many things about Johnny, because even if he pretended to be another man, his habits stayed the same.

Like how he slept, how he liked his coffee, how he liked to shower and then immediately go to bed or how gentle he could be, how he would snore a little when he was very tired.

With you, he was a different man, caring, protective and kind.

With others he was the same, the only difference is that his arm never failed to be around your waist, he always pulled you close, kept you close.

You assumed this possessive nature came from his training, that he had to keep a fellow sergeant safe.

A bit later on, you noticed that the targets became more suspicious since you were told that they are now using a heat monitor which showed where were you in the house and what you were doing.

They had to be extremely suspicious of the two of you if they were doing that. And it made you wonder, what did you do to alarm them so much?

This became a very awkward conversation between you and Johnny.

The two of you laid in bed as you talked in the dark, cuddling to make it more believable.

“They watch our every move. What we do, where, when, how. Everything. I don’t know what made them do this, I mean we were pretty good at acting.” Johnny only hummed as he played with your hair. Suddenly a lightbulb lit up in your head as you moved to look at him, sitting up in bed.

“What is it?” Johnny asked, as he watched you sit up. You failed to notice but Johnny learned just as much about you as you did about him, so he knew what your wide eyes meant most of the time, you realized something important.

“I might know the reason….And it’s a bit….” you hesitated as you felt a heat rise in you.

“What?”

You leant closer to him as you whispered to him.

“We never had….sex.” You were happy that it was so dark so, he couldn’t see your red face.

“And?” was he serious?!

You partially died of embarrassment yet he was asking further questions.

Men...

“It’s hard to believe that a newly wedded couple doesn’t have sex in every surface of their brand new home.” You thought you might faint. During your stay, your crush only grew for him.

When he held you close to him during ‘dates’ or when you went dancing with him. Love might be a strong word just yet.

But you definitely liked the man very very much.

“I’m not saying we should, but we could pretend…or I don’t know. What are your ideas?”

“Let’s just sleep for now. We will figure something out.” you nodded and turned around, with your back to him, you looked at the world outside, unfortunately, your bedroom was right next to the targets’ bedroom, so maybe that’s how they got suspicious.

You were close to falling asleep when Johnny pulled you into his chest. Sure, cuddling would be a great option too.

That night, you fell asleep in his arms, and it felt very nice.

---

The next morning, as you were making breakfast, you argued with yourself.

You didn’t know why you said it to him.

This mission is already a complicated one anyway, why did you have to make it more complicated?

Not like you would mind having sex with him, it’s just, you feared that he would misunderstand.

As you turned the pancake, arms found themselves around your waist and you got pulled a bit back into a warm chest. The man put his face in your neck, taking a deep breath.

“Morning, Wife’”

“Good morning, Husband.”

You had to admit that day went quite well.

You went to work and so did Johnny. You were the first to get back home. You made dinner and waited. You pulled a book out to read, as you sat on the couch you noticed that the neighbour’s curtains moved. You tried not to look like you noticed it.

The rest of the night went relatively normal, well normal like the many during the months.

You had dinner with John and told him about your day, he was talkative as usual, but you didn’t mind, listening to him talk was honestly amazing as he could talk about anything and everything with such passion. He might have opened up to you, because he now talked about everything, not only army-related stuff.

You knew he wanted a Doberman and a nice house in the countryside near London. He wanted to be a Captain and with his rank, he would be able to help more people.

It was really nice to listen to him talk about anything, but when he said such sweet things, you believed them fully, and you could almost see him with his dog in a nice home.

After your shower you sat on the bed, watching the house next to yours.

Their lights were on, so they were home. As you stood up to brush your hair, Johnny was in front of you, a weird expression on his face.

“What?” you smiled as he stepped closer.

“Please stop me because I won’t be able to stop.” is all he said and before you could ask what he meant, his lips were on yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

His hands started to roam your body and finally settled on your ass.

Soon, the two of you moved to the bed.

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Your best night ever. That was yesterday’s night. Without any doubt.

Johnny was perfect.

It made you a little sad to know that he only did this so you can convince your targets, but that didn’t ruin the fact that he made you feel so special.

You were still in bed, the light from outside peeking through the curtains, your head was on Johnny's chest as his arm was around you, both of you still naked as he held you close.

You let out a long sigh and cuddled closer to him, enjoying these moments while they lasted.

You guessed that this was only for show. No, you knew this was only for show.

Moments later Johnny moved and his hold on you tightened.

He let out a sigh and kissed the top of your head. Since you didn’t move, he guessed that you were still asleep.

“Y/N.” but you didn’t answer pretending to be asleep. But he knew you were up. “I know you probably think that last night was for show. But I assure you, that’s not the case. I have feelings towards you. I know for a fact that I am happier with you.” he kissed your head again. You still didn’t move, letting his words sink into your brain. You felt like you were in heaven. “If only this was real and not a made-up scenario for a mission... I can see us being married. This house is perfect. If you want children we can fill the rooms in, and get a dog. But it’s only a dream.” it was rare that Johnny spoke this freely.

"It might be a dream, it is up for us to make it into reality." you said as you placed a kiss on his skin. You smiled as he laughed a little.

"You're right."

"Maybe we could start with an official date?"

"You have no idea what I have for you, once we hand over everything to the Captain."

"That can all wait. Let's just have one last day as husband and wife." he leaned down to give you a kiss.

But you were beyond happy. And you knew that even after this mission was done, your relationship with Johnny would not end.

It’s only just started.

Chapter Text

He is the centre of your universe.

The only one you saw and loved.

No one could tell you otherwise.

You were too far gone.

He could be gutting a man in front of you and yet you'd still aww over how cute he looks and thirst over how his muscles flex.

Johnny often said you were obsessed and you never denied it, you knew you were.

Even Simon knew you were.

But he was the same. Obsessed over his Doll, as he called you.

Doll. My Doll. Endless pet names.

Simon promised himself he would never fall in love or have a relationship.

But how was he NOT supposed to love you? How was he not supposed to be so obsessed with you?

You were gorgeous, everything about you, your curves, your eyes, you lips and everything else. Simon saw you as if you were a Goddess. Like a siren. Someone to lull him to his death and he would die happily for you.

No matter what you asked, he would do it for you without hesitation.

Take a bullet? Yes.

Make dinner? Yes.

Kiss you for the thousandth time that day? Yes.

Make love to you? Of course.

Kill someone? No hesitation.

All he saw was you. And all you saw was him.

Price was a bit hesitant in the beginning when he started to notice your relationship but the results didn't lie.

The missions you two went on were perfect. No difficulties, no casualties, and everything done efficiently, and perfectly.

And quickly.

So, Price sent you on more and more missions together.

The latest one, Johnny was also there and Graves.

You never liked him.

And now the others knew why.

You patched up Johnny's arm as he tried to listen to anyone on the radio.

"You are bleeding a lot Johnny." you looked around the corner, seeing two Shadow barge into a house. You knew you needed to move soon.

"You are bleeding just as much. Ghost will kill them once he realizes what they did."

"They will be dead before he can get to them."

Johnny laughed a little.

Then radio came through.

"Doll, are you with Johnny?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Johnny, if she even has one-"

"Too late." you replied and you heard your boyfriend groan.

"Johnny if she has any additional injuries."

"You will behead Graves because it wouldn't be our dearest Johnny's fault." you said as you watched Johnny kill a couple guys with a knife.

"Exactly, Doll." his deep voice came through the radio.

"Can you guys stop flirting? We have a mission here." asked Johnny and you rolled your eyes.

"Negative." came Simon's answer and it made you laugh.

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1st time
The first time happened when you were on a mission, it was late at night and you and Ghost were tasked to keep watch.

You two were on the rooftop, talking while also keeping an eye on everything that has been going on.

When you knew the time for a change was due, you wanted to stand but your leg got caught in your rifle strap and you stumbled. Ghost caught you but as you did, you two ended up in a rather compromising position, with you on top of him, his arms around your waist.

Of course, it just happened to be when Johnny and Gaz came to change so you can go to sleep.

The smirks on their faces, said it all.

"Alright, you two. When Captain said to keep a watch out I hardly think he meant your pants." teased Soap.

2nd time
By the second time, the first incident spread like wildfire. Soon, even the Captain gave you two funny eyes.

He even asked you two to join him in his office that day. You assumed a lecture was due. You let out a sigh as you two waited for the captain.

Ghost just sat there, not saying a word but you were thirsty.

As you stood up to get something to drink, you passed in front of Ghost but you failed to see the carpet and yet again stumbled.

Ghost reached out to catch you but he must have used too much force because the next thing you knew you were trapped in between him and the Captain's table.

Your heavy breathing hid the noise of the door opening, but you heard the captain's voice.

"Are you two for real? In my office?!"

3rd time
Now, every time you were around Simon, you made sure there was nothing absolutely NOTHING to trip over.

And so far, you were doing well. You didn't trip or anything, but you did feel Soap's gaze at the back of your head and occasionally as you looked at him, you did catch him staring. As if he was waiting for something to happen.

But nothing did.

Lunchtime, you were surprised at how empty the cafeteria was. Most people on their missions, you looked around, trying to find the best place to sit.

After lunch you were heading to the med-bay for your regular check up when you turned a corner however you walked into someone, the force nearly knocked you out if it wasn't for the person catching you.

You apologized as you looked up, the man was way too close, one hand holding you up the other next to your head against the wall.

As you looked at Simon you heard people approach and of course, it had to be the three men of your team, all of them just shook their head before continuing.

Johnny looked at you two as the others walked. "Get it, Lt!" he said before fully disappearing and you groaned.

1st time
A few days and a mission later you called Simon to your room, thinking it would be best to talk this all out.

"They think we are dating or something! Now three times they caught us and during the last mission Gaz didn't shut up about it."

"And why's that so bad?"

"Sorry?"

But instead of an answer the man only lifted his mask as his hand once again found its way around your waist, pulling you in.

This was not at all what you expected.

His hand around you was almost familiar.

And his lips soon found your.

A solid 20 minutes later, your cheeks were red, pupils blown as you finally pulled away to breathe. Your eyes locked with his as you just now noticed that he moved you to the small couch in your room, with his back against the cushions as sat in his lap, arms around his neck.

You had no words. No words when you noticed him looking away and quickly pulling his mask down.

"Well damn. You two just can't keep it in your pants can ya?" Johnny's voice came from your doorway as you looked and found yet again all three of them.

"Get out!" you threw a pillow as Price pulled the two out of your room and closed the door. "I should have locked it. Shit." you tried to stand up but his hands stopped you. You looked at him only to find him looking at you.

"Don't leave." is all he said, is all he needed to say.

And you never left.

Chapter Text

Warnings: mention of smut

Watching him sit down in the chair in front of you, your eyes widened.

"God damn, Handsome, now I wish I knew the information you need." you whistled. "I would give it to you right away, Daddy." Your eyes moved from his face to those thighs. This man just kept on giving.

"Listen here, I'm not here to play your games, we need Valeria's location and you will give it to us."

"Now, I do not have that, but I'm sure I can give you something else." you smirked as you bit your bottom lip making him frown. "Oh come on! Captain Price? Was it? I don't know where she is."

"You are one of her men, from an intel we know you are really close to her."

"Tell Alejandro to stop projecting his lesbian fantasies, I don't know where Valeria is, the backstabbing snake left me to die, why would I help her?"

"You must know something, don't make me pull it out of you, my man with the mask particularly likes to pull information out of people." he pointed at the door.

You let out a sigh as you tugged on your restraints again.

"I'll say this once more, I don't know any more than Alejandro, I stopped working with her not long after he did. She backstabbed me, literally and left me to die. But, but, but," you said when he moved to stand, making him sit back. "I'll say this, Captain Handsome, I can help you, I'm a fucking good sniper and I want my revenge."

"You want to help?"

"Oh, yes?"

"No."

"Oh please, is it because all of your men are... men? Do you have something against women? Or do you just not want to be distracted by my amazing ass during the mission? I have a pair of pants... makes me look just right." you winked.

"Enough!" he yelled as he stood up, turning his back which gave you the opportunity to observe his backside, you made a face of approval upon seeing his assets.

"She does have a house... a safe house, I don't know if she still uses it, it is probably filled with traps, but I'll tell you where it is if you do one thing for me."

"You want me to let you join?" he turned, arms folded which allowed you to see the muscle of his arms.

"Nope."

"Let you go?"

"Nope. All I want is that once you get her, come back here bend me over that desk, call me a bad girl, spit in my mouth and fuck me till I can't walk. Deal?" you didn't even blink, he searched your eyes, trying to see if you were serious or not.

Oh, you were very serious.

"Where's the house?" he asked letting out a sigh.

"Oh big boy, what's with the sigh? Is it such a hard task to do or something? Having sex with a pretty lady like me? You know what, Handsome? You might look sexy, I might want to sit on your face very very badly, but I don't like that attitude. I offer good information for a good time, what's wrong with that?"

"Soap told me you were... a challenge. He warned me before I came in here." he put his fingers against the bridge of his nose.

"Which one is Soap? The cute Scottish? Oh babe, you are so much better, look at you, Captain. The shoulders to waist ration is doing things to me." another comment the Captain choose to ignore.

"If you give me the location, I'll let you join and you can have your revenge."

"No sex?"

"NO!" you pouted but this was so far the best option, you did want to get one back on Valeria.

"Deal, I can make you want me, I don't need a deal for that." you said as you waited for him to take off the rope from your hands and legs.

"You are unbelievable."

"I bet you, Captain, you will say those exact words just in a very different setting." you smirked as he lead you out of the holding room.

He was shaking his head but he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the attention.

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"Look, I know you are used to these kinds of temperatures, but I'm freezing my tits off." Maxim finally turned and looked at you. He did notice in your posture that you were extremely cold.

"Sorry, let's find a safe house." he simply said before marching forward.

"How does the wind not blow away something so broad?! Oh, probably the muscles on you right? Built like a brick wall. Russian brick wall." you mumbled to yourself, you knew he could hear yet you still didn't stop. Your words weren't mean, and he knew that. He kept his gaze forward because he knew, you needed a distraction otherwise your delicious looking breasts might really freeze off.

And he wouldn't want that.

What would he admire during the boring parts of briefings? When would you throw a pen at his face once you notice his eyes were looking at your specific parts? Not like you wore revealing clothes. It was just... something he noticed.

Admired would be the correct word but he didn't know that.

With his eyes forward, he finally found a house.

Once inside you immediately sat down.

The couch was worn and very old, but you didn't care. The house had no heating but at least the wind and the snow couldn't get to you.

Maxim put his bag down and pulled out a protein bar, handing it to you.

"Does this taste like the last one you gave me? That almost made me puke."

"No, that one is your favourite flavour." you nodded and opened the bar, slowly eating it.

"Thank you." you said as he nodded to sit next to you.

"I'm sorry, sometimes I forget that you are not built like me. But it is easy to forget. You are a tough woman."

"Of course I am. I have to keep up with you if I want to be your woman."

"You have nothing to prove."

"I have everything to prove. You are strong and big but I'm smarter and quicker."

"Can't argue with that." he said as he opened his arm for you to climb in next to him.

You automatically moved to cuddle him.

"After this mission is over, we will go and plan our wedding," he said just as you were about to doze off.

"No big weddings."

"I have a big family."

"Russians... Got it. I'll look for a dress. What would you like to see me in?"

"I want you to pick."

"Yes, but I still want to know what you'd prefer to see me in."

"Every time I imagined you, I always looked at your face, not at the dress so, I wouldn't mind. Pick whatever you want."

"You are no help." you said as you groaned.

"No matter what you wear, I'll always say yes."

"How can a huge and scary man like you be so romantic and sweet?!"

"You think I'm scary?"

"It's part of your charm. I used to think you are scary, but then when I got injured you cooked for me and it was delicious, we started talking and I realized who you really were behind all that gear, muscle, tattoos, handsome face and sexy accent." you looked up at him as he slightly blushed while you laughed and kissed him.

"I love you." he said looking at you.

"I love you just as much if not more, My Minotaur." you put your hand back on his chest and finally fell asleep.

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Warning: mention of smut

Lip Kiss

Your first kiss with him was actually a simple yet very effective lip kiss.

During a mission when everything went down, you just leaned over, lifted his hood and placed a simple kiss on his lips, telling him about the feelings you always had.

The ambush soon went up in flames as König barged through it all, not letting anything bad happen as he kept on yelling that he is not willing to die now, face red the entire time, he thanked the hood for hiding it.

French Kiss

This more sensual type of kiss happened when he invited you over and you gladly accepted. It was in the comfort of his home, when after a movie he leaned over.

It was only the two of you, making out on his couch.

Forehead Kiss

Surprisingly it was you who placed these kinds of kisses on him.

During silent stolen moments, when he had his head buried in your chest, you occasionally placed a kiss on his forehead as he hummed with pleasure.

Neck Kiss

He was extremely ticklish, so his neck was something he didn't like for you to kiss, however, he loved to kiss your neck and place his little marks on you. If you are ticklish as well, he would surely tease you about it and just breathe onto your neck, letting you giggle before he moves his lips all over.

The only occasion when he would let you kiss his neck is during sex. With him on top, leaning over you, you cling to him as he just thrusts into you, your lips would often find his neck during these times, sometimes even biting his neck.

Peck Kiss

ALL.THE.TIME.

It was a form of affection you and the team both accepted, they would often find either of you leaning over and pecking each other on the lips.

Only the rookies would stare, everyone else is so used to it, they don't even do anything about it, not even tease you.

Cheek Kiss

König was big on any form of affection, however, cheek kisses are something he associated with illness or injury.

Because the first time he ever kissed you on the cheek was when you were shot. You ended up in the medbay and he didn't know what to do, how to show his love without hurting you, placing a kiss to your cheek seemed the best way.

Bite Kiss

You liked to bite.

Not too much but just enough, wherever you could reach. His neck, shoulder, ear, or even his beautiful lips.

He would go wild anytime you do it. Softly biting him on the lip always ended up with you laying under him.

Hand Kiss

Both of you would kiss the other's hand. König would do it more often though.

During briefings, he would just lift your hand, get it under his cover and place a kiss, it made you smile and he loved your smile.

You would kiss his hands during intimate times. His fingers or his palm more specifically while he preferred to kiss the back of your hand or your knuckles.

Earlobe Kiss

Would usually happen during neck kisses. Wasn't something super common but it did happen sometimes.

The first time he kissed your earlobe you were 90% sure he just missed your neck because you moved at the same time, but you didn't mind.

Then he would do it when you wore earrings, it was a way of him saying that he really liked them. Strange? Sure, but you still loved it.

Air Kiss

Again, something you do all the time.

But only you, König's not the type.

Every time you would leave a room you would send one of your kisses over to him. Again, it was something you did which he found extremely cute.

Body Kiss

Now, finding any part of you to kiss is his mission.

Hips, waist, thigh, back, even down your spine. König would always find a nice place to kiss which always made you smile.

Top-of-the-Head Kiss

With a giant man like him, this was something that happened very very frequently.

It was his way of saying hello and bye, his way of saying 'We made it.' after a mission. With his height, it was no surprise that he did this so often, always pulling you close by the waist as he kissed your hair.

Shoulder Kiss

Again something he loves to do. Let's just accept he loves to give and receive kisses.

But, shoulder kisses are something he does a lot. When you are cooking, he would come over, burry his face into your neck and kiss along your shoulder.

During sex, he would place so many kisses and bite marks on your shoulder, the next day it is always numb but you don't mind, because you do the same for him.

Angel Kiss

Kissing him or him kissing you on your eyelids only ever happens if one of you are crying or close to crying.

He doesn't like to argue, but it does happen, and placing a kiss to the other's eyelids is a way of saying sorry in your language.

Nose Kiss

Usually happens during the mornings.

Whoever wakes up before the other places light kisses on the other's face, including the nose.

Both of you like to trace the other's nose with soft kisses.

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It was very late and you still had a lot of paperwork to go through.

All you wanted was to get into bed, cuddle your boyfriend, and feel his strong arms pull you close before drifting off to sleep. Was that too much to ask for?

Well, being currently the only doctor at base, yes it was too much to ask for.

Injury after injury, mission after mission, when something went bad, of course, you had to pick up the pieces. Sometimes literally.

You just wished you could have seen Johnny before he left again.

Then a soft knock on the door made you look up for the mountain of papers, you saw Johnny enter.

"Oh, I thought you already left." you said looking back down as he sat in the chair in front of your table.

"No, I'm about to soon. I was heading to our room when I saw the lights, you sure have a lot of work."

"Tell me about it, some rookie decided to play pin cushion. Why did you want to see me?" you never said goodbye whenever he left, ever.

You were afraid that if you do, it would give him the impression that he doesn't have to return.

"Came for my good luck kiss." he smirked as he leaned back in the chair. Oh now that was very different from a ‘goodbye’.

You slowly stood up and walked around the table, sitting in his lap as his arms held you, much like how you wished for them a couple of minutes ago.

Without a word you leaned down and captured his lips in a slow and sensual kiss. You felt his arms pulling you closer to his chest as your fingers went into his hair, slightly pulling on them as you kissed him.

Pulling away you smiled at him.

"Good luck, Soldier. Come back to me as soon as you can. In one piece."

Again, you never made him promise the impossible, you knew a few wounds were a given.

"I'll come back to you, Bonnie, as I always do."

"Good." you pecked him on the lips once more before standing up, he stood up with you. "Go now, I bet Simon's looking all over for you."

"He knows I'm here. I always come for my lucky kiss and he knows." you laughed a little as he looked at you with a serious face, you knew what it meant but didn't say anything. "I'll come back to you, Bonnie."

"I know you will, John, you always do. Go now. Good luck and see you soon." you pulled him over for one last peck before he turned to leave, giving him one last smile as he closed the door behind himself.

You sat back into your chair, going through the last paper before you promised to get some sleep.

He will be back, you knew he will. But it didn't mean you don't worry every time he leaves.

But you knew him, and with the power of your kiss, he will always return, a bit bruised, a bit bloody, but he would always come back to you with that cheeky smile of his.

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Arriving back home after such a long mission, Taskforce 141 was exhausted, everyone longed to sleep in their own bed, well, everyone maybe except Simon.

Gaz for sure would have begged the Captain for a bed if they weren't returning home soon.

But here they were, about to land in a couple minutes and Kyle was finally able to use his own phone.

Pulling it up he saw a text which made him smile.

"What are giggling about like a schoolgirl, Garrick?" asked the Captain as he pulled out a cigar and lit it.

"Nothing, Sir." replied Kyle before getting his bag.

All four of them made their way through the airport.

"Aiden! Slow down please!" they heard a woman call out, as all four of them looked, it was a young woman, rushing after a toddler who was running towards them. Before anyone could react, Kyle dropped his bag, leaning down for the toddler to run into his arms as he lifted him up.

"Hi Bubba!" Kyle giggled as the child grabbed tightly onto his jacket, pacifier still in his mouth he looked at the two men behind his father.

"He runs so fast! I can bearly keep up!" you said as you joined your son and hugged Kyle. "Welcome home." you whispered into his ear before the three of you turned towards his very confused and shocked team.

"I have been meaning for you all to meet. This is my lovely wife, Y/N, and our son, Aiden. Love, this is Captain, Lieutenant and Soap."

"Lovely to meet you all, I have heard a lot about you three." you smiled at the still extremely confused men.

"And we heard nothing about you! Garrick, just how did you keep this a secret?" asked Price.

"I have my ways, Sir."

"Nice to meet you, name's Johnny MacTavish." Soap took a step towards you as he extended his hand for you to shake but you gave him a big hug instead.

"Lovely to meet you, Johhny. I'm Y/N Garrick." then another man with a mask introduced himself as Simon Riley and finally John Price. "Maybe once you could come over for lunch, Kyle says I make really good fried chicken, if you guys feel up to it." you said but everyone was looking at Kyle, how he was softly talking to his son as the kid played with his tags.

"Lunch sounds amazing sometime." said Price as he finally broke the silence.

"See you guys on the next mission." said Gaz before he grabbed you and after your goodbyes, the three of you left to go home.

As you were leaving all three smiled, thrilled to see their team mate happy.

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John Price

A romantic wedding is his best idea for Valentine's day.

He would reserve a table in a restaurant you both like. He would go full out, chocolates, flowers, a gift.

"I know I don't spend much time with you unfortunately, but I want today to be special."

You know he would try to impress you with the expensive stuff, but if you tell him that even a Burger King menu would make you happy, he would ask you to marry him on the spot.

He's lucky to have you so he would make sure you know how much he appreciates and loves you.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

He would either cook or order something for the occasion. You for sure would stay at home.

He would have the place lit up with candles, soft music in the background.

He would be the definition of soft and cozy.

He would look up internet articles and photos on how to decorate and what to get.

He is not a man of words, more like actions, so he would prove his love by showing you his love.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

A hopeless romantic, he wants to cook something special, but he would nearly burn down his house twice before agreeing to just go out instead.

He would buy you your favourite flowers and a soft bear toy which holds a heart.

He would try to be mysterious and sexy, but he would have a grin on his face so big, it would warm your heart to the fullest.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Would go all the way out! Book you an entire weekend in a nice hotel. Rose petals everywhere, romance and passion are the two words to describe the weekend.

Kyle would show you a side of his that you have never seen before.

König

Shy boy, König still wants to prove his love to you, he wants to create something romantic. Since he is not a big fan of public places, he would also invite you over.

Prior to the big day, he would spend days on websites ordering decorations, flowers and everything he would need.

He would cook traditional Austrian food for you, and tell you stories about how his mother used to make them for him.

Alejandro Vargas

Man has romance in his blood.

Soft Spanish words are spoken that night. He would reserve a table in a nice restaurant, and he would be evil enough to book a place where no one speaks Spanish just so he can tell you anything he wants to. Even if you don't speak Spanish, being with him a couple words for sure would catch your attention.

He would buy roses, first, he wanted to buy as many as days you have spent together. Then he just settled on a nice bouquet.

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They never found anything, only your tags.

Y/N Riley

The name mocking him at this point.

"Let me go back Captain! I need to find her."

"Negative Ghost, it will be a suicide mission."

"I don't care! Let me find her!"

The argument still fresh in his mind as he begged to go back. To find you but he wasn't allowed to.

He lost you that day.

He lost the one thing that kept Simon alive, now it was only Ghost remaining.

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Mission after mission.

He barely slept.

Because even if just for a moment Ghost was left alone, his mind would drift to you, and he couldn't have that.

He was mourning in his own way.

No one could pull him out of this misery he fell into.

Until one day Ghost got a call between two missions. At first, he didn’t even want to pick it up.

"Hi, is this Simon Riley?" asked a woman on the other side of the phone.

"Yes, who's this?" his voice was harsh.

"Hi, my name is Alice I work in the St. Gabriel Hospital, we have a Y/N Riley admitted and you are set as the contact." Simon felt his heart sink.

"What?"

"She has been in our hospital for three months, she was in a coma due to a bad concussion. She woke up today and gave her name, she said to call you."

Simon didn't run, Simon didn't drive, Simon fucking flew.

Be barged into the hospital, almost broke the door down. Scaring the hospital guards, one almost shot him.

"Y/N Riley!" he yelled at the woman who then gave him a room number.

And again, Simon fucking flew. At first in the wrong direction, staff had to correct him.

Once he saw you in the bed, his legs gave out.

He fell onto the floor as your eyes met his.

You were alive.

Connected to way too many machines but alive.

"Simon." your voice came out weak, but it was your voice. A voice he heard every day in his head, a voice that filled him with joy and sadness at the same time.

He quickly stood up and headed to the side of your bed.

He didn't care what happened, he didn't care how you got here, what mattered is that you were here, alive.

"Don't ever scare me like that." you smiled weakly before he finally sat down in the chair beside you.

"I was-"

"I don't care. You are here now." your voice was weak, he knew you needed to recover, he didn't want to hear anything other than that for now. He can deal with this later.

"Simon, I am sorry." you grabbed his hand, your hold was weak, but it was there. "Don't cry, please."

He didn't even notice the tear running down his face.

"I'm happy, Love. I'm happy to have you back."

"The others?"

"I'll call them later, get some sleep." you nodded a little before looking into his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere. Never again." you confirmed.

"The mission went sideways, it wasn't your fault." you nodded once again before closing your eyes, yes you were in coma for months, but you felt so weak, you still needed to rest. "I'll sleep, call the others, tell Price or Johnny to bring me chocolate and not the shitty kind. I want some serious chocolate."

"As you wish." he placed a kiss onto your hand.

You soon fell asleep as Simon stepped out to make the call.

Yes, he finally had you back, and he will never let you out of his sight.

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Warning: injury

It was supposed to be an in-and-out mission. Nothing complicated, nothing too difficult.

And while the mission itself wasn't difficult, try and be professional while your crush is right next to you, now that was difficult.

You wondered if Captain Price knew what he was doing by sending the two of you.

You wondered if he did it all on purpose, at first Soap wanted to join but then the Captain made sure not to include him.

And so, there you were with Kyle, or Gaz as you were supposed to call him while on the mission.

But how were you supposed to be good at your job when all you could do was stare at his handsome face? How?

This was a temptation you did not need.

And you suffered the consequences. You missed a shot, something you have not been doing for a long long time.

And yet, here you were, your missed shot became a chain of events. You missed the shot, Gaz tried to cover you, which almost got him shot, but you moved him out of the way, which resulted in you getting shot.

You let out a groan as the bullet hit your shoulder.

And now, here you were, in a safe house with Kyle as he pulled the bullet out of your muscle and bandaged up the wound.

"Fuck!" you yelled.

"You shouldn't have pushed me out of the way."

"I was not letting them shoot you, Gaz." you gave him a look as he finished your shoulder.

"Rather me than you, Y/N." he said but you didn't reply. You knew he would keep watch while you slept a little.

You let your eyes close as you drifted off.

You woke up to the feeling of someone touching your arm.

"We have to change your bandage." you heard a voice say, without opening your eyes you slowly sat up and let Kyle do the work. "You have a slight fever. Take this." you felt him hand you some medicine and water which you took.

"Kyle,"

"Don't talk, you should go back to sleep, I'm keeping watch." you only nodded before laying back down.

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You weren't sure how much time passed before you woke up again. Shouldn't be long as you woke up with a high fever once more.

Kyle was still by your side.

"You are so handsome you know that?"

His eyes snapped to you, you swore he nearly broke his neck looking at you.

"What?" he asked.

"You are so handsome. One time, I saw you in the training room, topless. I nearly fell, you are always so kind to me too. Handsome, sexy and kind."

"You have a crush on me?"

"Crush might be an understatement at this point Garrick."

"You have a fever."

"I always feel hot when looking at you, just it's usually lower than my chest."

"Oookay, Y/N, you need to take meds and sleep." he gave you water and meds, but you didn't let go of his hand after.

"Can you stay?"

"I never left." he said with such seriousness it made you even dizzier. With one last nod, you were off to sleep again.

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You woke up the next morning.

You did feel a lot better though. Your mind was clear but you couldn't recall the last evening after he bandaged you up.

Kyle was sitting by the window, looking outside, you assumed he didn't know you were up.

"Kyle?" you slowly approached him as he turned to you.

"Are you feeling better?"

"A lot, thank you, I think my fever went down, we could move today."

"I already called Price, they are sending a chopper, a doctor will have to check you out."

"I-I feel like I'm good to go."

"I rather not risk your life, they can always send us on another mission."

"Sorry, I should have been more careful and not-"

"It wasn't your fault."

A very awkward silence fell between the two of you.

You sat with your back against the wall as Kyle looked out the window.

"Did I say something to you when I had a high fever?"

"No. You didn't say anything only mumbled."

"I always say something weird and you are acting strange, Kyle."

"Y-You said I..." Kyle let out a sigh, knowing he have to be honest. "You said you have a crush on me."

"Oh." you felt yourself getting heated, he never looked at you. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"Is it true?" he suddenly turned to you, his eyes finally meeting yours. "Do you really like me?"

You nodded once.

"I do. I had a crush on your since-"

"Since you saw me training. You told me that. When you saw me train shirtless."

You cringed a little, you really need to learn to shut your mouth.

"Actually it started before that. When I joined the team and Price introduced us, you caught my eye. You showed me around base and made me tea. Usually, it would take much for me to like someone but you are special. And I understand completely if you don't feel the same. We can pretend this never happened."

"I actually do like you. From the moment Price showed your picture to us, and then we met. Ah, fuck it, let's go on a date. Once the doctor checks you of course."

"I would love to." you smiled as did he.

When the chopper landed, as you got on it, you looked at Kyle, offering him another smile.

Maybe getting shot wasn't so bad after all.

You lied.

It was.

Don't get shot.

Don't be dumb, just confess to your crush and hope for the best.

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Imagine:

Them being Alphas they had to be professionals, the scary and professional veneer might crumble in the presence of their Omega. As none of them expected to meet you.

John Price

His meeting with you came the day you arrived. You went to his office to introduce yourself properly.

When the door opened, a sweet Vanillia scent filled the room, John immediately looked up and saw you.

He saw you speaking as your mouth moved, but he couldn't hear you. His insides were screaming in delight, he finally found his mate.

How was he supposed to keep a straight and professional face when on the inside he was basically jumping up and down?

Simon Riley

When Price told him he was to go on a mission with a new sergeant, Ghost groaned.

He couldn't understand why Price thought he needed help for his missions.

Then, he saw you. Waiting for him outside the plane.

Your small figure interested him, then amongst the many others, he could make out your scent. You smelled like cake, sweet and inviting. And while you turned to introduce yourself to the Lieutenant, he felt his instincts surface.

He would usually use his Alpha in missions to capture a target, but now, the same killer in him was so happy at the sight of you. Telling him how you were his mate and how he had to protect you.

This mission will surely be different from the others.

John MacTavish

He found you in the middle of a warzone.

You were one of the hostages he was sent to help.

He didn't know at the beginning of the mission why, but he felt his Alpha side take over often, which was a great thing, it helped him focus, made him a better soldier.

He was unsure why he was following a specific scent, but he didn't question it.
The scent reminded him of tea. The kind of tea he loved the most when he wasn't on a mission.

Tea one would have during a rainy day.

And then, he found you. The sight of you in handcuffs and ropes angered him beyond everything as he tore the enemy to shreds.

Then, after everything calmed down, he realized, you were his mate.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle saw you in the medbay.

Even before he entered the smell of berries intrigued him.

He went in to have an old wound checked when he saw you on the bed getting attention by a nurse at your wounded shoulder.

He could barely pay attention to the doctor as his eyes kept on wandering to you.

You were beautiful and no doubt you were an Omega, his Omega.

When you stood up to leave, he followed you, leaving the doctor in the middle of the visit.

But Kyle didn't care, he was following his Alpha.

Alejandro Vargas

His instincts hit him like a train when he saw you. Your eyes met his and it was over for him. Rudy was driving and stopped at a red light when you crossed the street. You looked up and saw him. As Rudy started the car, Alejandro opened his door and got out.

He needed to go speak with you.

His Alpha needed his Omega.

König

He was put on a mission with Taskforce 141 where he met you. The quiet Omega of the group.

And he immediately knew.

You smelled like his home. Like his favourite dessert which he longed for since he joined the army.

The sweet smell of his Omega made it extremely difficult for him to focus on the briefing and he also didn't fail to notice the way the others protected you.

But he knew, you were meant to be his, meant to be protected by him and no one else.

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John ran to the infirmary as soon as he got the call.

It was meant to be an easy mission. But is there truly such a thing as an easy mission?

Simon was waiting for him outside.

"Captain, they are checking her."

"What happened?"

"Two shots, she fell from pretty high, possible concussion."

"What happened, Simon?"

"We were done, waiting for the chopper when shots were fired at us. They got her once, she fought back but as she moved to get on the chopper, they shot her again. She blacked out as a result and fell from pretty high. Broke her arm. I killed them all and got her. She is alive, Captain, just-"

"Thank you."

John barged in as the doctor was making his way out.

"One bullet went through, the other got stuck but we got it out, no concussion thankfully, but her arm is broken, and his ankle is twisted. She will live." confirmed the doctor before he left.

John walked over to your bed, sitting down next to it as he grabbed your hand.

This was not what he promised, he promised he would protect you and yet here you were laying on a bed.

"John?" you slightly turned and saw him, offering him a weak smile. "They got me... fuckers."

"Love, I'm glad you are alive." he grabbed your hand and brough it up to his lips, kissing your ring finger. Which was missing your wedding band.

"Yeah, fuckers made me lose my ring as well."

"We will get you another one." but you pouted.

"I really liked that one though. It was the original."

"It is just a ring, our marriage is more than a silver band."

You let out a sigh and the movement made you groan in pain a little.

"I think I am done with missions, John." oh how fucking glad he was to hear that. At least it wasn't him who had to bring it up. "When I was shot and fell, I didn't completely faint. I still heard voices and all I could think about was you. That I would lose everything I ever loved because of a fucking mission and I don't want that. I-I'm done." he nodded, "I know this is a strange time to bring this up, but I think I am ready."

"For what, Love?" he looked at you, confused.

"A baby." John nearly fell off his chair. He told you last year that he wanted to have a kid, to which you said you didn't feel ready just yet, which he understood.

"What made you change your mind, Sweetheart?"

"Nearly dying for God know how many times. I realized I should take a step back. And I think a baby would fit into my life now. B-But I understand if you changed your mind, John."

"I didn't. I never did. I wanted to have a family with you from the moment you said yes when I proposed."

"John, kiss me please, I can't move." with a small smile, you let him lean over and kiss you on the lips.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, John."

You could feel the excitement in the air. You knew you will need to heal first. But you couldn't help and think about him holding your child.

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It took a while for Simon to be completely comfortable around you. He needed to be sure that you were serious about everything that you said and that you really wanted this relationship with him. You understood, he was protecting himself from pain.

But once his wall was finally down, once he took off his mask and showed you his face, you became fascinated with the man. Even more so than you were before.

And so, your way of showing your love to one another was never through words but rather, kisses.

Lip Kiss
Something you both loved to do and receive. A sweet kiss on the lips to start off or to end your days.

It is also something you would do during sex. You looking into his eyes as he lays under you. You moving up and down on him as his mouth just opens a little. You would lean down or he would pull you down for a sweet kiss.

French Kiss
Every time he is about to leave for yet another mission either you pull him in or he pulls you in for a deep, breathtaking kiss. It shows all of your emotions and love for one another, your kiss is what keeps him going.

After the mission, it is much the same. A similar deep kiss, but this time it would be more like a silent 'thank you for coming back' or 'I'm happy to be back'

Forehead Kiss
You loved giving him forehead kisses, there was just something about them. Every single time you gave him one, the wrinkles on his forehead seem to disappear.

You didn’t know but he would do the same to you when you fell asleep on the couch. He would pick you up and carry you to bed while kissing your forehead. Sometimes he would let his lips linger on your forehead.

Neck Kiss
Neck kisses could go either way with him. It can be a sweet innocent thing that he does during hugs or it can be during sex. He would leave his marks all over your body, your neck would be sensitive from all the bites and kisses he leaves behind.

Bite Kiss
It was you who bit him. He thought you were playing or teasing him but when he saw the lust in your eyes, he understood. You wanted him on the same level and the bite sure helped.

Hand Kiss
You like to kiss his hands. Palms, fingers, knuckles, doesn't matter. Especially after a mission. You would say such sweet things. Making sure he is comfortable. He would often say he has blood on his hands, that he has killed so many, and so, you kiss it better for him. Making sure he understands why he killed those people and who he protected by doing so. It would make him feel immediately better.

Top-of-the-Head Kiss
Let's be real, man's a giant. So he would often kiss you on the top of your head. Even in public. It reminds him how small you are.

Shoulder Kiss
You like to kiss his shoulders as he is pounding you in bed, kiss it, bite it, and moan into his skin. He loves it. The next day, he would look at the marks on his shoulder as he would at the marks on your neck.

Body Kiss
He loved placing kisses all over your gorgeous body. But he does have a favourite part. Believe it or not, his absolute favourite is right where your thighs and pussy meets. He just adores how soft your skin there is, so, on his little trail to eat you out, he would often go back and places kisses or extremely soft bites against the skin.

Angel Kiss
You would kiss him on the eyelids often. Just the softest little touch whenever he is talking to you about his missions. Because why wouldn't he talk about them? You two share everything. You would often come to the conclusion that he had seen too much, and so, much like with his hands, it is a way of cleansing. Making sure he was okay.

Nose Kiss
Whenever he kisses your nose you giggle. Sometimes he just does it so he could hear you giggle. He loves the sound and this reaction is certainly his favourite.

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/John Price/

He was just too happy to have you in his arms again. He wouldn't say he lost control, he was fully in control. It was just a lapse of judgement. 

He had you on the edge of the bed, while he pounded into you, he was meant to turn you around but he wasn't fully aware of his strength and as he moved to turn you, his grip on your wrist. 

You yelping out in pain was what made him come back from his high as you grabbed your wrist, tears forming in your eyes.

Oh, how he regretted it.

He would immediately apologize but it wouldn't be the last. He would keep on apologizing for the rest of the month.

The mood ruined, he quickly moved away from you asking you how he can help or what he can do.

He wouldn't believe you if you told him a thousand times that you were fine. All he could think about is how this could have ended so much worse. 

From that day on, John would prefer slow love-making. It will take him a while to get back to rough and fully dominant.

/Simon Riley/

Simon always had a plan. No matter if it was taking down a terrorist group or ruining your holes.

He always had a plan.

However, plans sometimes didn't turn out the way you want them to.

He liked to have your ass on display for him, meaning this man loved to have your back arched, ass in the air while he pushed your head down into the pillows or mattress. 

He never once lost control of his movements or goal. 

Simon knew what he wanted.

But again, sometimes, plans didn't go as... planned.

So, when he would move from holding your back down onto the soft cushion, a rather sharp and rough movement of his made you move forward just enough to hit your head on the headboard.

The loud noise immediately made him stop his movements as he looked up at you as you held your head and let out a soft hiss.

"Fuckin' hell! Doll, I'm so sorry!" he would pull away from you and let you move he watched as you rubbed your head but soon, you were giggling and laughing.

"Babe, it's alright." you said and while you could still see the worry in his eyes, you could only imagine what would have happened if he used his full force. Would have he been able to break your neck? That would be a way to go... fucked to death.

You knew he was always very cautious and this was simply an accident.

It did take you a little convincing but soon you told him to lay down so you can ride him.

/Johnny MacTavish/

Johhny is the kind of man who would do it anywhere, anytime.

He had no issues with any position or surface, if he wanted to be inside you, he sure as hell will be.

At first, the dangerously wobbly table seemed like a good idea. It helped him move, even gave him some pushback as he continued his assault on your already very used pussy.

But when he decided to lean over you so he could suck on your gorgeous nipples, the table gave way.

Making you fall and him, right onto you, both of you let out a groan at the impact. 

"Bonnie! Are you good?" he asked with a worried expression. Having his full weight fall on you wasn't really nice. 

Took you a moment to realize that you managed to fall on your elbow and now it was hurting rather badly. Johnny soon noticed the pain on your face and you reaching for your elbow.

"Shit, sorry." he said as he was quick to get up. "Let's get you to the doctor!" he said as he grabbed his clothes.

Now, let's say, it wasn't the easiest to explain to your doctor what happened.

And you did receive a warning about being more cautious. 

Both of you were rather embarrassed, but you did get ice cream on your way home.

And a new table. 

/Kyle Garrick/

Kyle liked to try out new things, toys, positions or places.

It didn't matter as long as both of you were comfortable with it.

He could be a gentle lover or be rough and pound you.

This time, you two decided to do it in his car.

Sounds fun right?

Wrong.

The entire thing was a struggle.

They make it look so easy in movies. 

And it looked finally good, you two find a great rhythm with you on top, but when Kyle moved you a little too quickly, your hand came in contact with the window, going right through it. 

It was a reflex, you thought he would drop you and you tried to grab something.

Both of you stopped immediately at the sight and the noise the glass made. 

You pulled your hand back and you both looked at it. 

Both of you blinked once, twice, and then realization hit.

Soon, the blood dripping onto the leather made you both move, grabbing your clothes.

A hospital visit and two stitches later, you looked at Kyle.

"Well, I think we can both agree, it was not worth it."

"Definitely not. I'll make it up to you at home."

"Good. Just no more glass."

"No more glass." he nodded as he opened the car door for you.

/Alejandro Vargas/

Alejandro is an amazin lover. A true giver. He often jokes about how he would die between your thighs. He is ready to face death by suffocation.

Man loved to eat you out. Especially when you were on top.

You swear you probably sat on his face more than you did on a chair.

Alejandro loved to grab your thighs, squeeze whatever part of you he can reach.

He loves to eat you out and then pound you mercilessly. And don't forget every possible Spanish curse word or praise falling from his tongue. 

He would lay down on the bed, let you get on top, and steadying yourself with the headboard.

But one time, as you were at it, he grabbed your thigh and as he moved you just a little, you lost your balance, you tried to recover by grabbing the headboard but it was too late, you fell to the ground with a thud and a groan.

"Fuck! Mi Amor!" he was quickly by your side. "Are you okay?"

You nodded but as you tried to get up, you immediately fell back. 

"I think I twisted my ankle."

He was so apologetic. He wouldn't shut up as he ran to the fridge to grab some ice and a pillow to put under your leg.

It hurt like hell and his apologies didn't exactly help you calm down.

A bit later, when he joined you back in bed, pulling you close, he kissed your forehead one more time and with the last apology, he let you sleep.

Needless to say after this little incident he preferred to have you under him. However, a twisted ankle didn't stop the man to give you many more orgasms the next morning as his apology.  

/König/

Given his size and strength, he was always careful.

But as time went on and he got more confidence, he could finally lose himself in the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him.

His confidence got him experimenting as he followed you to the shower for the first time. 

Pounding you from behind as he pushed you up against the wall, completely devouring your smaller figure.

But let's just say, grabbing your leg so he could have better access wasn't his best idea.

You lost your balance and your head hit the tile on the wall probably way too much.

The loud noise made him stop immediately as he watched you.

"Liebling?"

You were dizzy and your head was hurting now. You could already feel a bump forming.

"Liebling?" his voice definitely didn't match his huge form as he sounded so worried.

When you explained to him what happened, he quickly turned the shower off, dried and dressed you and guided you to the couch.

He gave you an ice pack and some pills.

"I'm so sorry, Liebling! I was just-"

"It's okay. I'll be fine." 

Good luck trying to convince him after this incident that everything was okay and he doesn't have to hold back that much.

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Somehow, you knew, you could see it in his eyes.

Somehow, you knew, you could see it in his eyes.

It was your biggest fear and it became true.

He no longer loved you.

You should have noticed the signs, you should have seen it all coming.

Now that you recall, his touches were extremely different, he barely kissed you or even talked with you.

He didn't love you anymore and it shattered you.

Instead of letting him ramble on with this 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit, you simply stood up and left.

You had a mission in a couple of days anyway.

Taskforce 141 knew that their precious little flower had issues.

From the moment they saw you, they knew something was off.

Thankfully, during the mission, you were able to take your mind off of your ex.

Barely even thinking, you moved on instinct.

Currently, you were with Ghost, waiting for backup before heading into another fight.

Your target was inside a mansion and you two needed some backup before heading in.

"I didn't want to mention this, but I can see it is bothering you. Something happened, Daisy?"

You looked up into his eyes, it was weird to see him trying to be so professional while still calling you by your code name.

"I broke up with my boyfriend. We didn't exactly talk about it but I could see in his eyes he didn't love me anymore. So... yeah."

"He is a dumbass. You deserve a real man."

His honesty made you turn and look at him. You could only smile as he refused to meet your eyes. He knew he overshared. He should have just said 'sorry' and moved on, but he fucked up.

"A real man sounds about right. You know anyone?" he didn't say a word only shook his head, no. "That's sad. I was hoping you were offering," you smirked. "But oh well... Maybe Johnny would be open..."

"No." his reply came way too quickly. There was a couple minutes of silence between the two of you.

"Backup in 10 LT." came Johnny's voice over the radio.

"Copy." Ghost replied.

"You told me many times to leave him because he is not good enough for me. And here I am... I guess I'm more disappointed in myself for trying to believe that it could be real." you said as you let out a sigh.

"You did nothing wrong. He is an idiot."

"A gone idiot." you finished before the chopper arrived. Giving Ghost a smile.

You weren't sure if you were only imagining things.

You swore you could see something in his eyes, something soft and caring.

---

The mission was finished. The information had been obtained.

And you were only the lovely new owner of a shot wound on your arm.

The wound was now all bandaged up and you were ready to head back for some rest.

Ghost closely followed you as you were heading to your room.

"Y/N..." his voice came from behind you as you smiled and turned to face him. You two spent a good amount of time looking at one another before he spoke up again, his voice low.

"Maybe, I am offering." this made your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"A-are you?" your previous confidence seem to have died down as he took a couple of steps closer to you, eyes never leaving yours.

"I am." he said as his thumb came up to your bottom lip.

You two just stared at one another he moved you into your room as he kicked the door closed.

Using the darkness in the room to his advantage, his face was bare as he placed his lips on yours.

You didn't need to be told twice, you pulled him to the bed without another question or without breaking the kiss.

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You woke up the next morning to a dull pain in your lower region and a hand on your waist.

Suddenly the reality of the situation hit you like a cold shower.

You had sex with your Lieutenant.

And it was amazing.

You were sure the two of you went on for hours and many rounds. He was an amazing lover, a giver but he also knew how and what to take from you.

You lost count of how many orgasms he gave you but you can recall that he always made your legs shake.

You enjoyed the night.

It was a good distraction from your fucked up life.

But now, that it was morning, you knew, this will all come to an end.

You felt him slightly move behind you as his breath hit your neck.

"I can hear you thinking, Daisy." using your code-name possibly wasn't the best idea he ever had.

You felt distanced from him again.

"You are overthinking." he said again and you wanted to laugh but couldn't. "This doesn't have to be any more than a night if you don't want it to be. I am now offering something more."

"You are not a relationship kind of guy, Simon."

"I could be." his reply came so fast, he made you believe it.

"So what? A secret relationship where you could come to my room and always have to look behind you trying to see if someone was looking?"

"I wanted you for long enough. I feel like I would agree to any conditions." this made you turn and look at him, searching his eyes for a lie which you never found.

You were doomed.

---

And now, you were fucked.

With a dislocated shoulder, a huge gash on your leg, you could barely stand.

Thank God you were sitting.

Sitting and bleeding out.

You let out a long sigh before you hit the radio.

"Guys, I'm not in good shape. My shoulder is fucked, I am bleeding rapidly. I managed to hide in a shop down the street but I feel like they will find me any moment. I'm running low on amo and-"

"Where are you? I'll get you." Simon's voice came over the radio.

"In the perfume store at the back, hiding behind the counter." you replied.

"Stay there, I'm almost there. Gaz, get the chopper. Johnny, how's he mission?"

"Almost got the maps, LT."

"Meet us at the meeting point Johnny." You soon heard the radio get silent as the door to the store opened, you tried to peak. "Y/N?"

"Here." you replied as Simon arrived by your side with a first aid kit.

"What happened?"

"Turned out, I can take guys like you not only in bed." you smirked but Simon didn't find it so funny. "I dislocated my shoulder and he cut my leg." you said with a more serious tone as he grabbed your leg and put a bandage on it, stopping the bleeding.

"I can put your shoulder back." he said and you knew, this is going to hurt.

When he grabbed your arm, you prepared for the worst.

It was a terrible feeling, feeling your shoulder pop right back as you let out a groan.

"Good girl." he said and if you weren't in such a pain, you for sure would have made a dirty comment.

Soon, the chopper arrived and after having a showdown with a couple guys, you were on your way back to the base.

At that point, you lost consciousness. The blood loss caught up to you.

"Daisy?" Johnny asked and you let out a noise. "Just making sure you are all good." he replied. "You made Lt rather worried today." Soap smirked as you let out another groan. Simon looked at Johnny with an angry expression.

"Let her sleep." he said as Johnny put two of his hands up in defence.

"Sorry, Lt." Simon moved to sit next to you, holding your hand, checking your pulse. "I always had a feeling you would be a protective kind of boyfriend." you opened your eyes to that, looking at Johnny. "What? You thought your room is sound proof?! Also, it's so clear that you two are dating. I'm just said you didn't tell me."

"Or me!" replied Gaz with a huff.

"How did you know?" asked Ghost.

"As I said the room is not sound proof and as quiet as you two are, we could hear the noises still. And you are not that sneaky, Lt."

"A big guy like you was basically a beacon walking into her room." said Gaz.

Simon let out a groan.

"Captain also knows. He knew before us actually. I believe he knew even before you two. He always said you two make a good team and it was only a matter of time." Gaz explained and you let out a shaky breath, squeezing Simon's hand.

"I told you to be quiet." he turned to you as you snapped your eyes at him.

"Quiet?! QUIET?! How the fuck am I supposed to be quiet?"

"You have so many pillows, you should have used one!"

"Well, excuse me! Mr 'Let me hear ya Doll'!" Both Johnny and Kyle laughed. "Are you guys... really okay with this? With me and Simon?" you asked with a rather shaky breath.

"Of course! More than okay actually. I always said that Lt needed some lovin'. Captain asked us to see if it will affect the missions. And it did, but in a good way." Johnny nodded as soon you would arrive back to base.

"Thank you." you and Simon said in unison as you landed.

Nurses barged in to get you to the medbay as soon as possible.

Simon could only watch as you were taken away.

Johnny and Kyle both patted him on the back before leaving.

Price arrived soon after.

Simon was sitting in the medbay, waiting to be let in so he could see you. This is when the captain sat down next to him.

"You two could have told us."

"We were afraid we would be separated or discharged."

"I would never do that. Sure the others don't have to know, but as a team, we are responsible for each other." Simon nodded at Price.

"Thank you."

"There is nothing to thank. Let's have a drink once she is better." Just as John said that, a nurse came to inform that Simon could go in.

He sat down in the chair next to you, holding your hand.

You two really thought you were secretive enough.

But you were okay with the others knowing. At least in front of them, you didn't have to pretend anymore.

Simon leaned over to give you a kiss on the forehead.

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John Price

It was actually your idea to hold a little gender reveal party, but John loved the idea.

Sharing this moment with your loved ones sounded like an amazing idea.

Gaz was responsible for getting the correct balloon which you will pop and it will show if you are having a boy or a girl.

You had a small party before the balloon came out to play.

Of course, the balloon would have been army themed, because why wouldn't it.

People at the party choose if they believed the baby to be a girl or a boy. You were truly blessed to have such amazing people around you.

And then, you popped the balloon. 

Pink.

A little girl.

John hugged you tightly as you felt the tears of joy in your eyes.

You knew you would have been okay with either a girl or a boy it truly didn't matter.

But both of you were extremely happy to have a little girl.

Simon Riley

Simon wanted it to be a private 'reveal'. He wasn't too keen of the balloons, cakes or whatever. He would have been fine with the doctor telling you two.

It was actually Johnny's idea that you needed a party. And you were all for it. Your husband? Not so much.

But you knew he would end up enjoying it so it didn't matter. Johnny offered to even do everything for the party. He just needed Simon's credit card.

The party was simple and private. To be honest, you were rather excited. After seeing Johnny arrive with so many decorations and such great ideas for the reveal.

It ended up that Johnny preparing a small ghost-shaped cake. The inside will tell the gender.

You will never forget Simon's face when he saw the cake. You just hoped Price took a picture of it.

To be fair, Simon did enjoy the party until that cake came out. It was as if the reality of the situation came crashing down on him. He was about to become a father and soon he will know if he would have a boy or a girl. It made him nervous. 

But you were just as nervous.

You cut the cake and it was blue.

You were having a boy.

You looked at Simon with a smile but he kept on staring at the cake with a small smile on his lips.

"We are having a little lad." he said as he hugged you tight.

Jonny MacTavish

Now of course it would be Johnny's idea to have a party. He planned on getting the grill out, invite your friends and have a blast.

And who were you to ruin such a good opportunity?

A pregnant woman who was very sick, that's what you were. You spent more time by the toilet than with your friends. 

But you did manage to spend some time out with the others as well.

Soon, John arrived with the reveal. He said he planned it rather simple, it was a gift box and the inside would tell the gender.

You let Johnny open it as both pink and blue confetti flew out of the box. Everyone looked at John Price with a confused expressions before he pulled out a paper and handed it to Johnny.

"You are having twins." you nearly fell over as you moved to look at the paper. It was from the doctor and it said: twins.

A girl and a boy.

After about five seconds of confusion, you and Johnny started to laugh and hugged each other.

How will you deal with two little Soaps you didn't know, but you were also very happy for having twins.

Kyle Garrick

It was actually both of you who decided to have a gender reveal party. A friend of yours was given the task to prepare the surprise and she thought having smoke flares would be the best idea.

You and Kyle stood in your garden, ready for the others to pop the flares.

You were nervous but so was Kyle, his hold on your hand said it all.

Then everything went up and it was all pink.

However, something was wrong. Your friend started running around yelling.

"NO! NO! IT'S A BOY! NO!" she ran up to you handing you the paper and you read it. It indeed said, boy.

"They must have gave me the wrong colour!" she explained and apologized but you could only laugh.

"IT'S A BOY!" soon everyone realized the mistake and was laughing now.

You and Kyle shared a hug.

"We have a pink boy." he said and you laughed.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro preferred a silent night with some drinks. He was never into parties and having many people around.

So, he invited Rudy over to your house. Rudy was supposed to come alone.

But of course, he didn't.

Your small and silent night turned into a party.

And soon the pinata arrived. You looked at Rudy confused.

"It's time to find out if you are having a little chico or chica!" he said as he smiled.

With a club given to Alejandro everyone took a step back.

He hit the pignata and pink candy fell out of it.

"IT'S A GIRL!" yelled Alejandro as he and Rudy danced around one another.

You could only smile as you watched them before they turned to you and your husband gave you a hug.

"We are having a little girl, Mi Amor!"

König

Now, König was definitely not one for parties so you had to get creative.

So it was only the two of you while you gave the paper from the doctor to the bakery so they can prepare you a surprise. 

You ended up ordering 12 cupcakes. And one would have a little surprise inside which would be either pink or blue. All the others would be empty.

You have König 6 pieces and 6 to yourself and whoever finds the one, wins.

The rule was that you had to eat all until you find the one.

He found it, and you knew he did. It was his fourth and you were only on your second. You saw him freeze and his eyes fill with tears. You grabbed his wrist and turned the cupcake, seeing the inside had a small pink part.

You looked at him and smiled.

"We are having a little girl." you said and it caused him to break down crying.

You watched as his huge shoulders shook with each movement as he sobbed.

"Es ist ein Mädchen." he said so many times, you hugged his head to your chest as his hands went around you, holding you close. 

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John Price

John looked at his watch before letting out a sigh.

He was late. Terribly late, and yet he was still determined.

He arrived at his home, opening and closing the door before walking straight into the living room.

There, he found you sitting on the couch eating some snacks as you watched a movie.

"John! Welcome home!" you said before turning back to the movie on TV.

John stood there, stunned.

Tonight was supposed to be date night, and he was late, he was expecting to find you fuming, but you looked calm.

Unless this was a new technique.

"Hi, Darling."

"How was work?" you asked, not looking at him.

"The usual."

"I put your food in the fridge." John walked to the kitchen opening the fridge slowly, as if expecting it to explode, but nothing happened.

He pulled out the plate and re-heat the food. Smelling it.

Could it be poisoned? No, you wouldn't go that far... or would you? 

But John found the food to be delicious. He sat at the table when you joined him, opening a beer for him as you drank some water.

"Did something happen?" you asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You are usually late when something happened...another bad guy?" John let out a sigh.

"Guess you can say that. I kind of expected for you to..."

"Flip out?" you laughed as he nodded. "Well, no point in doing that, I know you couldn't do anything about it, if you are busy, it is what it is unfortunately. We will have a date when the time is right."

"You are an angel." he smiled as he finished his plate.

Even when you met, John knew he won the lottery with you. 

Simon Riley

Simon opened the door fearfully, he feared no man, but the anger of his wife was greater than any terrorist he could ever face.

After about five more minutes he opened the door only to find the house completely silent.

Your dog rushed to him, excited to see his other owner home but other than that, nothing.

"Where's your mother?" Simon asked the German Shepperd who excitedly ran off into the house. Simon headed to the kitchen for a drink and found a note on the fridge.

'Simon,

I had a feeling you would be late, I bet you were scared shitless that I would be angry. These things happen, please don't worry. 

I made you food, it's in the fridge if you want it.

I'm off to sleep now, because I am a grandma and I need my beauty sleep.

Love ya,

Your Wifey'

Simon smiled at the note before heading into the bedroom, he found you there on the bed, sleeping soundly.

He placed a kiss to your temple before he headed for a quick shower.

Johnny MacTavish

Johnny knew this wasn't good. He was supposed to be home, hours ago! He jumped out of his car and rushed into the house.

He could hear music playing somewhere in the house.

"Bonnie?"

"Bath." came a simple reply.

Johnny almost doubled over when he arrived in the bathroom. Scented candles were lit, the tub filled with water which he can only assume you put at least two bathbombs, your hair was pulled back in a bun, in one hand a glass of wine in the other your favourite book.

"Good to see you Johnny." you said sipping your wine. "I decided since you were late to turn date-night into me-night." you said before you turned back to your book.

"Bonnie, it's almost 1am."

"And? I don't have work tomorrow or should I say, today?"

"Are you not... angry?"

"Why would I be? I know your line of work, when you were an hour late, I ordered some pizza and done some skin care. It's not your fault that Captain Price likes to talk about every little detail months before a mission. Be a darling and pour me some more wine please?" 

Johnny was truly stunned. He grabbed the bottle, noting how it was half empty before he poured you some. 

"Did you say pizza? Do we have some left?"

"On the counter. Be quick because I'm almost done here, I believe you have some apologizing to do."

"Apologize? You said you are not angry."

"I'm not, but I thought it would be the perfect ending for my perfect night."

"Alright, Bonnie." he quickly kissed your cheek before he disappeared down the hallway. 

Kyle Garrick

Kyle was sure he was a dead man.

No way he is going to survive this. He was ready to lose everything.

The last time he arrived home late, he barely made it out alive with you being pregnant at the time, your hormones were crazy.

So, again, he prepared for the worst.

With your daughter seven months old, she slept through the nights. You and Kyle decided to have a quiet night and once she was asleep, you would have a nice date in the kitchen.

But of course, his job had other ideas.

Kyle entered his home quietly but it was anything but quiet inside.

He could hear the cries coming from upstairs.

He rushed up the stairs and soon found you in the hallway, pacing, trying to calm your little one.

"She just has been crying for hours now, I don't know what to do." you said as Kyle got her from your hands and placed her on his chest, slowly bouncing her.

She almost immediately calmed down and fell asleep.

"Thank you. She must have been missing you." you said as you let out a sigh, blessed silence. 

"You said she cried for hours?"

"I assume hours, I am partially deaf to my left ear now." you giggled as Kyle smiled.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Oh, I didn't even notice the time!" you looked at the clock on the wall. "I didn't even cook, all we have are leftovers."

"Leftovers will be perfect, let me put the little Princess down." Kyle gave you a quick kiss before he went to the nursery and put his daughter to sleep. With one last kiss to her forehead, Kyle turned her night lamp on before leaving the room. 

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro hated to be late.

He was always a very punctual person.

But these things can unfortunately happen.

But he still hated it.

He wanted to go home early and spend the night with you since his mother had your children for the weekend.

Alejandro just didn't expect to get called in on a Saturday.

He was rather angry with himself but when he found you on the couch, surrounded by pizza boxes and soft drinks, his anger turned to confusion.

"Mi Amor?"

"Welcome home! I was a bit... hungry."

"I can see. Five pizza?"

"I also have ice cream and...brownies."

"The last time you ate this much was when you were pregnant." Alejandro giggled but you stayed too quiet so he also froze in his place. "Are-Are you?"

"Surprise?"

"DIOS MIO!"

"I wanted to tell you during dinner but then you were late and I got hungry! Sorry. I had it all planned too!"

"My Goddess! Three?! Are we about to have three children? I am going to be a dad again?!"

Alejandro watched you pull out an envelope and you handed it to him.

He opened and it is a paper he had seen in his life before, twice.

"You are pregnant... six weeks." he looked up at you.

"Yes. And I craved pizza, I saw they had one with fish then I saw the pepperoni and the corn and by the time I knew I had ordered five... I ordered so much they gave me free drinks and ice cream. Are you happy?"

"About the baby or the pizza?"

"...both?" He rushed to give you a hug.

"I am thrilled! I thought you would skin me for being late and here you are, My Angel, perfect, with pizza and pregnant! I couldn't ask for more." you smiled at him as he pulled you in for a kiss.

Soon, you both sat down as you ate all five of the pizza and watched movies.

Maybe being late wasn't such a bad thing.

König

König was ready for the worst.

He didn’t meant for his training to go on for so long. He lost track of time once he was practicing his shooting.

With a rose bouquet in his hand he entered the house, scared of what he might find inside.

He was prepared for you being angry, he was prepared for you punching him.

What he wasn’t prepared for is you sleeping soundly with your cat cuddled up to your side. 

He took a step forward only to check on you and the floor made a noise under his weight.

It woke you up a little.

“Liebling, it’s only me.”

“Ah, okay, baby. Long day?” you asked, not even opening your eyes.

“Yes.”

“Alright, shower and cuddle.” you said before you turned back, ready to sleep once more.

König did exactly as you said, he showered and soon joined you. 

“Are you not angry with me?” he asked as you moved to sleep on his chest.

“No. I kinda forgot that today was supposed to be date night. I went shopping and came home late.”

He only nodded. At least you weren’t waiting for him.

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John Price

Your first kiss with Price would be special. He would plan the entire thing and as often, his plan is perfect.

He would plan the perfect romantic date with candles and flowers and he would prove he is a gentleman over and over.

He is the kind who would ask if you are okay with everything that he does. He would ask if he can kiss you if you are comfortable. 

And who would say no?

His very first kiss with you would be simple, private and affectionate. He would test the waters and make sure you are 100% okay with everything that is happening.

And once you give him the go-ahead once more and relax against him, that's when the real fun begins.

His hand would go from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you closer than physically possible. John is a romantic, and in every single one of his movements, you can feel it.

Simon Riley

Both of you were in a fresh relationship, even if you two spent years dancing around one another.

You two were on a mission. A mission which went down as soon as you got off the plane.

You were cornered, scared and alone. Simon tried to calm you through the comms but sometimes no one could reach you in that state of panic.

When you finally met him in the agreed house, you were still on high alert.

Your ears were ringing, your pulse was going insane. 

You didn't even hear Ghost calling out for you.

Until suddenly he kissed you.

He raised his mask just to uncover his lips and soon you found them on yours. 

The shock of the kiss got you out of your panicked state. 

"Finally, that got you back." he said when he pulled back. You could only stare at him.

You two finished the mission in time with minimal damage. You still couldn't believe your first kiss was on the battlefield while guns sounded off in the distance and you were hiding from the enemy. But you didn't know what you expected from Simon Riley.

Johnny MacTavish

Johnny preferred to be random and spontaneous. 

Much like how he asked you out on a date for the first time after he spent days admiring you.

So of course he wouldn't plan the kiss or how he wanted to get to the kiss.

He would just out of nowhere one day kiss you on the lips. And you would be okay with it and so would he. 

A simple kiss to show his love for you was enough. But you would totally reach for his neck the next moment and pull him in for a longer kiss.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle would be leaving for a mission when he visited you, letting you know that he would be back as soon as he can.

You tried not to cry, you didn't want him to feel guilty, so instead when he was about to turn around and leave, you would grab his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

A kiss that was more like a promise from him. A promise that he would return and a promise from you saying that you will wait for him.

No words were needed. Your lips against his did all the talking.

And Kyle would soon be back from his dangerous mission. He would have a dislocated shoulder, but he would be back.

Back for more kisses.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro was always a doozy in the mornings. Barely registering what happened before he had his coffee.

Like that morning, it was your first time staying over to his house when he waddled into the kitchen the morning while you were making coffee. 

He would thank you with a short kiss before he left with his mug. You just stood there, confused as he walked away.

After his third sip he realized what he just did and rushed back to the kitchen only to find you still in the same place, frozen as your eyes were scanning him. He grabbed the mug out of your hand and placed it on the counter before pulling you in for a full blown kiss. 

He didn't waste another moment without his lips on yours.

Logan Walker

While Logan was more reserved and collected, you thought your first kiss would be completely random.

But on the inside, Logan was a mess.

You were the most delicate and beautiful thing in his life, and he swore to protect you and be gentle and kind to you.

It was a promise he intended to keep. Even when his brother was making comments about it, Logan didn't budge. 

He was nervous around you which he thought he was hiding well. And he was. You really thought he was not going to kiss you anytime soon, figured a tough guy like him wasn't sweating about it.

But you were very wrong.

He was so nervous he made up his mind like four times now whether he should or shouldn't kiss you.

You two would be out on a date and suddenly he would pull you in. In your mind, it was completely spontaneous. But in reality, it was a carefully crafted plan. 

Of course, he would make sure you are comfortable with everything, but he would find himself lost in the kiss very soon.

König

König is the kind of shy guy who would make up his mind to kiss you and then 0.1 seconds later he would find himself running out of the room because he couldn't do it.

He was scared you would think he hates you and that's why he wouldn't kiss you, but you would know that is not the case.

You knew he was the shy giant. You didn't expect him to be open and ready for a kiss so soon.

After all, you knew what you got into when you started dating him.

You expected yourself to be the leader in certain situations. So you figured this could be one.

But you were wrong.

The first kiss you ever shared with him would catch you completely off guard.

He would be heading out to train as you said goodbye, he would pull you in and give you a quick peck on the lips.

Simple yet effective.

It left you smiling for the rest of the day and him red for the rest of the week.

Chapter Text

You were always good at what you were doing.

Comically good. The way to take down terrorists was like a dance. A melody you create by murdering them.

What you weren't so good at were feelings. Especially your own.

No matter how tangled up you got with them, you always found a way out.

You promised you won't become attached to anyone. Attachments are dangerous.

But you did find yourself entangled with your LT.

Which wasn't good.

You knew it was unprofessional but the moment his lips hit that sensitive spot on your neck, you lost all sense and only came back to it the next morning.

When once again, you lost all senses when you felt his bulge rub against your ass.
It was all a mess.

You should have seen the red flags. But you chose to ignore them all.

Simon Riley for one was a huge red flag.

The entire man was a secret and you loved it. It was so exciting and interesting for you.

You knew Simon wasn't the relationship type of guy so you knew what to expect. You were ready for rejection at any given time.

But of course, it never came.

Not once did he reject anything you did, ask or told him to do.

Not even on the battlefield.

Simon knew you were talented so why would he question it? But now, now he had a question, a question he was afraid to get an answer to.

"What did you just say?"

"I'm pregnant."

Simon saw many terrible things, and done some himself, but that one word was the worst he had ever experienced.

A word that will change both of your lives and he wasn't ready for that. He was dead. Only a ghost, an idea, a machine.

Not a father.

"Get rid of it." he would reply in his panic. He honestly didn't even realize he said it out loud if it wasn't for the hurt in your eyes, he would have believed he didn't.

But he did. And it hurt.

He then turned away and left.

You promised yourself it would be the last time you saw him.

Because now, you finally could see all of his red flags.

All of them came crashing down on you.

But you also knew you won't 'get rid of it'. No, you will keep this baby.

And after getting a note from your doctor, you retired from the army, focusing on the baby and yourself instead.

Fuck Simon and his attitude.

Fuck him for not stepping up when you needed him.

Fuck him.

You will do better without him.

---

Living in a small apartment in a quiet place in London might have been the obvious choice.

But it was your choice.

You wanted to prove that you can provide for your child.

Thankfully you were smart enough to not spend the money you earned while in the army.

So, you had enough money for now.

Not for very long, but you could still get a little nursery done in your home.

You went to all of your appointments with that doctor.

Hearing the heart of your baby beating was like magic.

And then the announcement of the century, you were having a little girl.

A beautiful little girl who is yours.

Your daughter.

You needed many days to let that sink it.

Being pregnant and alone was a nightmare.

No one was there to rub your feet or to help with your cravings.

You told yourself you don't need anyone anyway… After all, who would want a woman who is pregnant with someone else's child?

There might be a couple men out there but you didn't need them.

You just needed you and your baby.

And that was enough.

When the time finally came, you could only stare at her, sleeping in her bed next to you in the hospital.

You swore to protect her from everything.

You swore to be enough for her.

You swore to love her forever.

For she was the love of your life.

Your little bundle of joy.

You gave her a name, a name you always wanted to have yourself, so you let her have it instead.

A healthy little girl.

Your daughter, Emily.

Bringing her home was possibly as challenging as it was magical.

You ordered some food for yourself before putting her to sleep.

You tried your best to remember everything the doctor and the nurses told and taught you.

There was a knock on your door, you stood up and walked to get your food.

But of course, instead of your food, a man stood in your doorway.

Simon.

"You got to be fucking with me." you said as he looked at you.

"Nice to see you too, Lass."

"What do you want?"

"I believe you have something of mine. Half, mine."

"Go fuck yourself Simon. This is all you can say? 11 months and this is the best you can do. Leave."

And you slammed the door into his face.

When your food finally arrive you did catch a glimpse of him still waiting in the hallway. But you didn't care.

Who did he think he was?

Half of his?

Fuck him.

How dare he?

---

From that day on, he was everywhere.

In the grocery store, in the park, in the restaurants. Wherever you and Emily went, Simon followed.

One day, you were sitting on a bench, Emily sleeping in her stroller when he suddenly sat down next to you.

"I'm sorry."

"That's a better start." you said, not looking at him.

"I was a complete idiot when I told you to…" he looked at the stroller as you watched him, you understood what he meant. "I have been watching you for a while now. I found you when you were five months along."

"So, you have been watching me for 6 months now?"

"About that much, yes. I died the day my family died. I am a ghost, a baby didn't fit into that."

"Then wear a condom." you said with a harsh tone, he knew he deserved it.

"I am not father material. I am a soldier. Having a child is… not for me."

"Why are you here Simon? Are you here to tell me, this time nicely, that you want nothing to do with me or my daughter? Fine, have it your way. Leave, I didn't need you then, I don't need you now."

"You were the best of us. 141 isn't the same without you. Price often said that you will be the end of me. He always joked about you and me… a quiet life, but I don't think he meant it as a joke. You fascinated me always. You are so beautiful and kind."

"Simon-"

"The day you were told you are having a girl, you were so happy. You went to a restaurant and ate so many things, then you went to the ice cream shop. The lady looked at you funny when you asked to only eat the pink ones. I followed you, I watched you."

"Why are you here Simon?"

"Price told me to find you, he told me to make things right, but he only spoke the words I have been meaning to do. I knew I needed you the moment you joined the team. I let you go because of my own doubts and fears. I do not know what I would do if anything happened to you or her."

His words were sincere. His eyes were filled with guilt and regret.

You would be lying if you said you weren't attracted to him. You always were and will be.

"I can't let you in Simon if you are only going to leave us." is all you could say, your voice, barely a whisper.

Simon was about to say something when Emily started to stir and cry.

You grabbed her and put her on your chest, slowly bouncing and calming her down. You looked at Simon whose eyes were glued to your little girl.

"She has your eyes." you said as he looked at you and then back to her. You moved her slightly, making her face him.

"She looks like you." he said. "Beautiful." it was something he wasn't meant to say, you could tell easily. "I don't want to leave, but I have to. It's what's the safest for you two."

"It's not enough. I am not going to just send you photos of her for every anniversary. I'm not going to tell her that her father wants to see her but can't. It will break her and me. Either you have us Simon or not. I'm not doing the tango with you."

"You were always the all-or-nothing type." he chuckled. He was looking at Emily and you could tell it wasn't an easy decision to make. But you couldn't let him have it his way. As if to help your case, Emily reached out her small hand towards Simon, you smiled at her but waited for his reaction.

He lifted his hand and let her touch his fingers.

Simon will never forget the feeling of his daughter's first touch. It was so warm and innocent. Her little fingers played with his much bigger ones.

Simon came with the intention of letting you go. But he couldn't.

When he first saw you, you were radiating.

Your belly was showing as you walked from store to home. Simon should have known it was a done deal after that.

He should have known he will never be able to let go.

"I will make this right." he said as he let Emily wrap her tiny fingers around his thumb.

He couldn't believe just how terrible he was towards you that day. Telling you to 'get rid of it', of his daughter. He will forever regret his words. No matter how much he will do in the future. You offered him a small smile and a simple nod.

You knew he will be able to make things right, the two of you will be able to figure this out.

Simon Riley might be a walking red flag with a tragic past, but when you handed him Emily, his eyes filled with love and suddenly, in the bright daylight those red flags looked more pink to you.

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John Price

John had been waiting years to finally marry you. He proposed three years ago and ever since, the time never came. So, when your wedding was finally here, it was a very emotional day for everyone. His entire team was there along with your family and John couldn't have wished for more.

Yet, he was nervous as he stood by the altar. He feared you ran off.

So, when the music started playing and you walked down the aisle, John felt a long sigh leave him.

Then he saw how amazing you looked.

He would cry, only a couple of teardrops, but he would let those slip with pride as he watched his bride walk down towards him. He felt intense joy and pride.

Simon Riley

He would be a mess on your wedding day.

So much so that everyone around him had to calm him down. And holding Simon back was a real challenge.

He wanted to see you, but he also couldn't which ate him up on the inside.

He kept fidgeting and shifting from one leg to the other.

Simon swore he nearly gave himself whiplash from how quickly he turned around as the music started to play.

But, there were you, in your gorgeous dress. Simon felt the tears roll down his cheeks, he even saw Johnny take a picture but he didn't care. All he cared about is how much he loved you and your beautiful smile as your hand was handed over to him.

Johnny MacTavish

Johnny is not one to hold back his emotions when it comes to you.

He has always been and always will be open about them.

And how could he hold these emotions on his own wedding day?

The answer was simple, he couldn't.

Seeing you enter the room, he was already crying, too taken over by the emotions.

Johnny would be the kind of man who is not afraid to show this side of himself.

He would be proud that he landed a woman like you, and so he would be proud to see you in your wedding gown. Knowing what you two have been through just to get here.

He gave a little squeeze to your hand.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle would be the kind who would try his best to hold back his tears.

It would be difficult considering that deep down he was also an emotional person.

As the music started to play and he heard the doors open, he was fine.

But then he saw you, hiding behind your veil, it just did something to him.

He would still try his best not to cry, even if it was all so overwhelming. You two were surrounded by your family and his, and on top of it all, you looked so gorgeous in your dress.

Chapter Text

Merfolk are incredibly curious and beautiful creatures.

Simon can recall hearing the stories about them when he was growing up.

Men warned each other about the creatures that lured men to danger and then killed them.

Simon heard stories as a young man that men hunted these creatures down. It was said that their scales are worth more than gold.

But then, as if they never existed, they disappeared.

Everyone assumed they killed them all, that every merfolk was gone.

Extinct.

Simon never believed in fairy tales.

He believed his eyes, not drawings or tales about creatures.

He believed what he saw.

And he never saw a mermaid in his life.

---

You thought he was a demon.

Always dressed in dark, covering his face.

You watched him as he walked along the beach every day. You saw him watching the sunset.

He was a strange man.

But again, all humans were strange to you.

Yet, somehow, this man captured your attention.

Every afternoon, he would come, walk along the beach to the rocks and sit there for hours, watching the sunset before leaving.

You heard that many humans enjoyed the sound of the water hitting the rocks.

You stayed far from him.

Always hidden, but you were also curious.

Then, one day, he arrived with a boat. A small fishing boat, you have seen many of.

He wasn't fishing, he was watching the water and the sky.

One day, you felt brave, you heard him snoring, which you knew meant he was sleeping on his ship.

You gripped the edge of the ship and pulled yourself up, Just below your belly button, your scales shined in the sun.

The man was lying on a chair, facing away from you.

You moved as quietly as you could, looking around his ship, you noticed something shiny not too far from you.

You reached over and touched the item before quietly falling back into the water with your newest item in hand. You quickly swam back to your underwater cave and looked at the item.

You have never seen such a thing before.

It was so shiny and weird.

You thought you had seen people with this item before, if you were correct they used it for eating.

A spoon?

Perhaps.

What a weird name for something.

The next day you found the man on his boat again, with the object in hand you swam up the surface and placed it back where you found it previously, or you tried to. It was difficult with him walking around the ship.

But you did give it back. And your mother taught you to not take things which don't belong to you.

Simon swore he had the spoon on top of the box, he swore he left it there before he fell asleep. And then, somehow, the same spoon appeared the next day on the other side of the ship in his basket.

He was going mad.

He bought this boat as a way to relax.

When he left the King's army, he knew he needed to take a step back and possibly stay away from people. So, he got a house with a small farm by the Ocean. The King gave him a piece of land of his choice, Simon found himself to be interested in the Ocean since he was young.

He often found himself wandering the sand as a child. Given how terrible his father had been with him, constantly abusing him, the Ocean calmed him.

Then he purchased the boat, giving him access to the deep blue.

He thought he could live his life like this. Quietly, in a nice secluded area.

But he kept noticing his things disappeared and then showed up on different parts of the ship.

One time he specifically tested it. He left a pair of glasses on his chair, the next time he saw them they were on the edge of his ship.

He suspected the birds, but the fact that his things got back to him was strange.

A week later, Simon was fishing from his boat near the rocks, it was a lovely sunny way.

He heard some water splashes. A weird sound, not the water against the rocks or his ship. It sounded as if someone jumped or dropped something into the water.

He recalled hearing this sound before, but now he was curious.

He quietly leaned back in his chair, looking at the back of his ship, he saw no one.

But then, the noise came again and it sounded closer. And this time, when Simon looked, he saw a young woman, leaning from the edge of the ship and reaching into his box, the box where he stores his tools.

He swore he stopped breathing and the woman looked at him, they locked eyes and she froze.

With her head stretched out, she just kept looking at him.

He caught her!

She was the one stealing from him all along!

But... how?

Then, Simon's eyes moved down her side and he saw the scales, and then he noticed the shine of her tail.

As if she sensed his thoughts, she moved quickly back into the water. Simon jumped up and rushed to where she disappeared, but he saw no one.

He swore she was only a fraction of his imagination. She had to be.

Simon never felt so confused in his life.

All those stories... were they true? Could they be true?

He looked at his toolbox and found nothing missing, then his eyes caught something shimmering on his boat.

A scale.

A beautiful, shiny scale.

He knew what it was worth. He knew what the King would give if he brought her to him. The King would give him his title back, he would be a noble knight.

Simon tried his best to remember her face. Hoping he would see her again.

He needed to be sure that he wasn't going crazy. The scale should have been enough, but no. He wanted to see her eyes again.

He put the scale into his pocket before heading home.

He couldn't sleep.

But neither could you.

This was the first time you saw his face.

It had been many many many years since a human saw you.

He was handsome, you concluded. But the fear in your heart didn't let you sleep.

You worried he would call people or hunt you down alone. You got too close and now, you feared the consequences.

You found yourself looking up at the surface of the water a lot.

But the next day, he didn't show.

Which really worried you.

But then, the next day, there it was.

The boat.

You debated swimming up or not.

It could be a trap.

You ended up going, very quietly you surfaced and looked at the side of the boat, you heard him wandering about, this is when you noticed an item on the very edge of the ship, the same one you tried to reach out for days before.

You looked around but saw no ships, no one was on the beach and he was alone on his ship judging by the footsteps.

You moved your hand and grabbed the object, swimming away, but staying on the surface.

As you swam back he came into view, he was looking at something in his box, now, he had his mask covering the lower part of his face, much like before.

He didn't seem to notice you for a moment but then he did.

You just watched him as he looked at your face.

"I'll need that for eating, lass." he said, his voice deep. He moved to the edge and you moved backwards. Keeping your eye on every movement, he reached out. "I need the fork."

You looked at the object in your hand then back up at him.

"Yes, that, now, give it to me, please?" you reached out your hand with the item and he took it. He moved back and grabbed his food, sitting down with his back to you, he started to eat.

What an interesting human he was.

You swam under his boat and grabbed the edge, coming up and looking at him, he stopped for a second.

"Can I have it once you are done?" you asked and you saw the shock in his eyes.

He didn't expect for you to speak.

"Why do you want it?"

"It's shiny. I will give it back later."

"And what if you drop it? It will go under the water and- oh, yeah, you could get it... Once I'm done, I'll wash it."

But then, you saw something better.

Around his neck. The shiniest silver you have ever seen. Simon followed your eyes and he soon realized.

"No, I'm not giving you that."

"It's a necklace. I like it."

"It's mine." you made a face of disappointment before going under. A couple minutes later you came back. He was now washing his dishes. You placed a beautiful shell on his deck.

"Trade me." you said and Simon almost laughed.

"No. It's not for sale." he said as he walked over, offering you the fork.

You thought about snatching the necklace but you rather not anger him, so you took the fork.

"Two shells?"

"No." Simon sat down and watched you admire his fork. "Are you not afraid of me?" he asked.

"Will you hurt me?" you asked and he shook his head, no. "I'm scared. But I feel like I could trust you."

"I thought mermaids were only a tale."

"Why?"

"No one has seen a mermaid before. Only the old stories lived."

"We hide, humans hunt us. They sent men like you, big, scary. The water was always red with blood. Every wave screamed with fear. Times changed, I might be the last one. I like you." you tilted your head before you handed him back the fork.

You turned to go back into the water when he spoke up.

"Will I see you again?" you looked at him and nodded.

Then, you left.

Simon looked at the shell on the deck of his ship before he looked at the water.

"Fuckin' hell." he said before he too, went home.

---

The next day, Simon found himself on his ship close to the rocks earlier than usual.

He wanted to see you.

And he didn't have to wait for long.

You showed up and sat on the edge of his ship, he nearly fell back when he saw you.

You talked a lot. He learned the fishes and sea creatures weren't much of listeners so you enjoyed talking to him very much.

This went on for weeks now.

Simon sailed out and sometimes, you were already waiting for him.

"There will be a big storm tomorrow. You should stay in your home." you said as he sat down on the edge beside you.

"How do you know, the fish told you?" he was joking but you had a serious expression, it was no joke.

"Not with words though. They swim differently when there is a change, which means a big storm."

"Will you be fine?"

"Of course. My cave is safe." he nodded.

"I won't see you tomorrow then."

"The day after, you will." you smiled before jumping into the water. "Stay safe," you said before swimming down.

Simon found himself watching the water after you left for longer each time.

---

The next day, it was indeed a huge storm with a strong wind.

Simon could hear the waves from his home.

He just hoped that you were safe.

Storms underwater are very different.

You felt the change in the weather, you felt the waves.

You worried for Simon.

You don't know what got into you, swimming out in such a storm was a terrible idea.

But your gut told you to go.

As you came to the surface even you struggled with the waves, thankfully there was no sign of him.

You wanted to head back to your cave when another wave pushed you and soon, you were too close to the beach. A huge wave pushed you against a rock which knocked you out.

You woke up on the sand with a terrible headache.

You sat up and looked around, you needed to head back to the water, you spent too much time out of it, your tail disappeared and now you had legs.

Legs you couldn't use and you were completely nude.

Instead of panicking, you took a deep breath.

You always knew that you could have legs, you could have learned and lived amongst the humans, you just chose not to.

You looked behind you and saw Simon's house.

With extremely wobbly feet, you walked over. But as soon as you stood up, you felt a pain in your ankle. You let out a groan as you continued, leaning against anything that came your way for support.

You stopped by the door and tried to open it but failed.

"I told you I'm not buying anything from you!" his voice came from inside and you wanted to laugh.

He thought you were someone else, the annoying man who came by every month, trying to sell him things.

"Too bad, I have great shells to sell." you replied as you tried the handle again. The door suddenly opened and you nearly fell inside. Thankfully you were leaning against the doorframe. "I think I broke my ankle."

Simon's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Since when do you have ankles?!" he asked as he scooped you up and walked you inside his house.

He put you on his couch before leaving for his bedroom, he grabbed some clothes and helped you put them on.

"You have a nice home."

"Since when do you have legs?"

"I always did, once I completely dry, I-"

"Why did you let yourself dry?"

"I didn't. Last night I got worried that something happened to you, so I swam up but the waves were too strong. I got washed out of the water and knocked out."

"You could have died."

"Why? I can't drown."

"What if someone saw you?"

"No one lives here but you. The man you complain about lives in the village near the mountain, he comes to the beach to collect shells." he finally looked into your eyes and you lifted your hand and placed your palm against his cheek.

"I will take you back to the Ocean. It is where you belong." he said as he stood up and walked into his kitchen.

"I belong with you." you said once he returned.

"You don't want to. I'm a terrible man."

"It can't be that bad."

"I killed people, for the King. I was one of his knights."

"Okay, so?"

"You are perfect. Your hair, your skin, your eyes, your shape, your tail... everything about you is perfection. You are so pure, I don't deserve something so pure."

"You told me you have felt a pull towards the Ocean ever since you were a child."

"So, you will tell me that I was drawn to it because of you? I was drawn because I had an abusive father who drank and beat me, not because of a fairy tale." he moved closer to you, it made you grab the silver around his neck. He could see the anger in your eyes as you stood up.

"What happened to you is terrible yes, however fairy tales keep people hoping, keep people going, believing. You rather see the dark in the world and people but what did you see in me? What made you come into the sea, day after day? What made you buy a house here? I was ready to give up the Ocean, give up my tail so I can be with you, but it looks like I misjudged you." you snapped the dog tags off of his neck. He was too stunned to speak or to move. "I love you. And I know you know that I love you. You can keep running away, calling yourself a monster, stuck in your past, crying over it." you walked out of his house, it took a moment for Simon to follow you, by the time he rushed after you, you were gone, he only saw the ripple in the water.

He reached up and touched his neck where you took the silver from.

You took a piece of him with you.

---

You cried your heart out.

You weren't even sure anymore why you took the necklace.

Simon Riley

Knight Lieutenant

141

You looked at the engraved letters for hours. The pain in your chest never subdued.

A couple of days later, you heard his ship, the unmistakable noise of the metal and wood was loud and clear. You swam up.

"Are you here? Can you hear me? How does one reach a mermaid?!" he grew frustrated within the minute. "If you can hear me, I'm sorry. I truly think you are too pure for me. Every night, when I fell asleep I saw the blood, the bodies and the horrible things I had done. But not lately. Lately, ever since I met you, I dreamt of you. Your beauty and your scales, your smile and your excitement when I talked with you. I love you too. It's just... I'm afraid I will ruin you, I'm afraid that I will make you miserable. I cannot let myself ruin such an amazing thing like you." you heard him drop to the floor, you moved and pulled yourself up against the side, you found him sitting across from you, looking at the floor, you threw the necklace at him, it landed in front of him and he quickly looked up and looked at you.

"You have bad excuses. I forgot I have a tendency to lure men with my song and then drown them for fun. I'm not as pure as you say. I stole things from people, I sleep in a cave filled with gold and things I took. I stole men's hearts, making them fall in love and follow me into the dark depths of the water. I didn't know humans found their pasts so... important."

"You are right. I shouldn't find it so important. But I'm afraid I will end up like him." he said as he picked up the silver and ran his thumb along the letters.

"How many people did you help? When you were a knight, how many did you help?"

"I don't know."

"A few? A lot?"

"Probably a lot."

"Then why not think of them instead of the bad?" you had a point and he knew it.

After a minute of silence, you pulled yourself up and onto his deck, you crawled over to him, he pulled you into his chest, hooking his arm under your tail, he held you close as his head moved to your neck.

He took a deep breath.

"Can I still have you?" he asked and you ran your hand from his chest to his neck.

"I think you always had me. Even before we met. You might not, but I sure believe in fate." he squeezed you tighter as you moved your nose into his hair and smelled it.

"I cannot give you a bed of gold, but I can offer you my humble little cottage. I wouldn't force you to live like a human, stay a mermaid, please." he pulled back and you looked into his eyes.

"Then how would we make love?" his eyes widdened as you smiled and kissed his lips.

It felt so right.

So right to be with him, so right to kiss him and become his.

And you knew, that this was only the beginning of your life with your retired Knight.

Chapter Text

John Price

You two met when you worked in a café. At first, he was only a customer. A customer who soon became a regular. He always asked for the same drink and sat at the same table, right in the corner so he could see everyone in the room.

He offered to take care of you and you agreed probably way too quickly.

He was too handsome and kind to say no to.

Your agreement was simple, he gave you his card and you gave him comfort. Whenever he left for a mission you always worried for him, not because of his money but because of him.

He would call you his Darling.

He loved to see you in nice dresses. Even if you didn't want to buy anything, he would still take you to the stores.

And in return, he would just want you naked, on or against any surface he prefers at that moment.

John is a giver, that is for sure.

Your legs always tremble when you think of sitting on his face, his beard so deliciously scratched against your skin as you ride his face.

Simon Riley

Simon found you through a website.

It was very late and he was way too lost on the web to care, but then he found himself on a page.

sugarbees.com

And he found you very interesting. First of all, you were gorgeous. You looked the most natural out of all of the women on there and he got interested.

He saved up all of his money from the army after he retired. Why not spend it on someone? Not like he had anyone. So, he sent you a message and you replied within the next 5 minutes.

You two agreed on a meeting the next day.

Simon was surprised that you were so prepared. You explained he would be your second if he agreed to your terms.

Your terms were very reasonable, even the money you asked for. And you even offered a 'test-run' as you called it. Which basically meant that he could fuck you to test if he would like it. And boy did he love it. He signed your papers the moment after he came inside you.

You turned out to be a good companion. You always kept him on his toes, asked him to go out on dates, and not only expensive ones, he learned you prefer Burger King over any fancy restaurant. And each and every date would end the same, with mindblowing sex.

Simon learned that you loved to give him blowjobs, there was something about the tears that gathered in your eyes that he didn't like but you reassured him, you loved every second of it. Having not only your pussy stretched out by him but also your throat turned you on.

He was glad he messaged you that day.

Johnny MacTavish

You two met at a wedding.

He later learned that it was actually a Sugar Baby technique to go to weddings and look for Sugar Daddies but he didn't complain.

You were gorgeous, it was meant to be a one night thing but then Johnny called you again.

This is when you explained to him what you wanted.

You wanted money and in exchange, he would get you as a girlfriend... kinda.

Johnny loved the attention you gave him. You even bought him gifts for events, given it was his money but still.

And you had a mad pussy.

He loved it when you were riding him, and you loved the noises he made.

Most of his money you would spend on Doctors, pills or condoms. Johnny loved to see you in heels. So, he would make sure to have a closet in his home filled with shoes for you. He would want you to wear one even during sex. He wouldn't say he has a foot fetish, but there was something about the way your legs looked in a pair of heels, the way your calves would look and how he wanted to always have them around his shoulders or torso as he fucked you.

Kyle Garrick

Kyle got to know you through a recommendation. Prince told him about his Sugar Baby and Kyle got interested and so, you two met.

You were a very bubbly person who always had a smile on their face. Kyle liked that.

It was very different from the things he had seen at his line of work.

Your agreement was also very reasonable.

In this relationship, it was you who demanded more sex from him.

Kyle liked to just spend time with you, he didn't always need to get his dick wet for the occasion.

König

He was confused about how he got into this situation.

One minute you were explaining to him what your job was, in the next he was eating your pussy out like a madman while stroking himself.

Since he often left for missions, you stayed in his home. You loved sending him videos.

Naked videos mostly with an attached note.

• Thinking of you today
• Missing you Daddy
• Watch this when you are alone
• Got some new panties you can rip off of me
• Watch this with sound on

He would be so red. So SO red every time your name would pop up on his phone.

And when he would come home, you would be already waiting for him either on your knees or on all fours.

You would learn German to tease him. It would also help understand him a lot more. He would call you many cute nicknames in German.

After sex, he would take really good care of you. A shower or a bath is a must and then food to regain energy.

But no one said you wouldn't give him head in the shower or ride him in the bathtub until all water is gone from around you.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro knew from the moment he saw you in the bar exactly what you were looking for.

And he was more than willing to give it to you.

You were stunning. Exactly what he was looking for and more.

But being an army man he needed a plan.

And his goal was to get you.

Which was easier than he anticipated.

Next week, he made sure to put on his nicest suit and expensive watch.

And just as if he was fishing, you got hooked.

What he didn't know was that you already had your eyes on him the week before. Who wouldn't notice a handsome man like him?

So, you knew this was all for show.

But you liked it.

You liked him. He would be your very first Sugar Daddy so you wouldn't exactly know what to do and what not to do. But Alejandro was patient.

He expected you to spend his money in a week's time but instead, he just often found you on his couch or bed.

The agreement with sex was simple, if either of you wanted to try something, speak up, you felt uncomfortable, speak up.

It was simple but effective.

You loved it when he used his leader voice on you. Giving you commands.

When he was gone on missions, you would learn a couple things. First, you learned to cook then you learned to strip and how to give a lap dance.

He would be thrilled to come home to his favourite food and a lap dance.

Logan Walker

It was his brother who set it all up claiming that Logan needed a little lovin' in his life.

Logan wasn't exactly happy with you, but you have been paid and you were not going to walk out.

You did keep your distance and gave him time to warm up to you. Given how distant and unsure he was with you.

You always texted him to meet up and he did come, reluctantly. He said he didn't want to waste his brother's money

But soon, Logan warmed up to you.

He found himself drawn towards you.

He found himself texting or calling you to meet up, he called you over to his place more and more often.

Sex wasn't essential to him, but you did end up seducing him, wearing a nice piece of lingerie and he was gone.

Men are simple creatures.

And Logan was certainly not against the idea of you in his bed.

Logan has great stamina, he is precise and he knows what to do. He learns your movements and how to fully please you as you learn the same about him.

You two are on the same wavelength most of the time.

Chapter Text

"We just have a couple of questions. So, where's your boss?" the one with the cute Scottish accent sat down across you.

You let out a sigh.

"I told you, I'm only his lawyer."

"Then where's your laptop?" he asked and you smirked.

"In my panties."

After a few seconds of complete silence, he spoke up again.

"Look, Lady, we don't have any time to play games! Either you tell me, or he will take over." he pointed at the other man.

"Lady? I hoped you would call me your good girl..." the man in front of you punched the table before he left and his friend sat down. "Now, we are in business. I have a thing for masks."

"Tell me what we need to know or I will start breaking your fingers." his tone was serious but he didn't scare you.

"I have a better idea. I tell your friend when my laptop is, and while he is looking for it, we can have some fun alone." you smiled. Even if he was wearing a mask, you saw him frown.

"Stop messing with us! Tell us where he is."

"I don't know where he is. When he realized you guys were here, they hit me in the head, left me behind and fled. I'm not aware of any other safe-houses he has."

"Must be angry if they left you here."

"I am. I would give him to you on a silver plate, Handsome, but at the moment I'm too wet to think." he knotted his eyebrows and looked at your clothes. "Lower." you whispered and his eyes snapped down at your crossed, legs. "Bingo." when you said that he immediately looked away.

"Fuckin' hell." you heard him say.

You looked at the one called Soap.

"The laptop is in the safe, the code is 789653210123, there is a gun in there if you open the safe, it will shoot you, but if you open it a little you will find a button, push the button and the gun won't fire. I'll give you the laptop password once you have it." you then looked back at the masked man. "I'm not giving up on the fact that you will bend me over this desk and fuck me until I can't even stand! But I need you to kill Mr Givonassi in my name."

His friend soon came back with the laptop, you gave them the info and soon, they left, leaving you tied to the chair as you were before.

You tried to escape but the rope was too tight. Soon, a man arrived, said his name was Gaz.

He took you to a secret place. So secret, they covered your eyes.

Then, you were in a room, it had a bed, a table and an attached bathroom.

Like a prison cell.

You didn't had delusions of them letting you go.

Then a man entered.

It was your masked interrogator from before. This time, he only had a mask up until his nose. His eyes had dark make up around them and he had a hoodie on.

You sat on the bed and he sat on the chair.

"If you are here to scare me, I suggest you don't. Let's skip to the good part."

"Are you always like this? Is everything a joke to you?"

"Of course not. I would never joked about getting dicked down." your tone and face were so serious, he let out a sigh.

"We didn't find him. They blocked your access. You need to tell me what you know."

"Are there cameras in this room?" you asked and he shook his head.

"No."

"Shame... I guess your friends would have to see you naked, which is a win."

"For fuck's sake!" Simon stood up to leave but you stopped him.

"He has a wife. He hid her very well, but I saw a paper of their marriage. It had an address."

"What's the address?"

"Oh, that will take some... work to make me remember. I would say about... four orgasms... yeah that will work."

"I'm not going to touch you."

"You are no fun Mr Riley." you frowned, he quickly stood up and walked over to you, he grabbed your neck and pulled you up. "Chocking huh?"

"How the fuck do you know my name?!"

"I'm not stupid. Everyone thinks I'm some bimbo but I listen and learn!" you pushed him away from you and he let you go, standing in front of you. "This fucker knocked me out and left me behind, he thought I was... some dead-weight. But he is wrong. I might flirt, I might say inappropriate things, but one thing I am not, I'm not stupid, Simon. And now that I have your attention, I can give you all the info I know."

"What do you want in exchange?" you smirked. "Don't say my cock." it made you roll your eyes.

"You are no fun. Would your friend be interested in any? Or your Captain?" he was about to answer but you slapped him across the cheek. Simon was so stunned he looked back at you in disbelief. "DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A SLUT!"

Then, suddenly, Simon understood.

He understood that this was your way of surviving for so long working for a man like that. Being vulgar and flirty made you survive and he saw it now.

He saw how scared you were, he saw the tears behind your eyes he saw the way your hand was shaking.

And Simon even saw himself in you. His childhood self, a scared little child.

"Sorry." is what he said and you turned and went to the bathroom.

Five minutes passed, Simon just sat on the bed, looking at his hands when you exited and sat on the chair.

He saw the redness in your eyes. He saw the tears still in them.

"What do you want in exchange for the info?"

"Protection from him and his men. And I don't want some random man. I want you to protect me."

"I can't do that. I have a man to hunt down."

"I won't tell you anything then." you never once looked into his eyes, you looked, sad.

You dropped the act.

"Then we just let you go and he finds you."

"You think pushing me into a corner is going to scare me? Givonassi is a powerful man. If he realizes I'm alive, he will send someone to kill me. I have some info on him so I can blackmail him, but again, he would just kill me."

"So?"

"So, I have nowhere to go. You pushed me into a corner."

"So, tell me what you know."

"I know about Tommy, Beth and Joseph. I also know about Captain Price's lovely wifey. I know about Kyle's husband and Johnny's little son." you saw his fist clench. "So, I suppose we have an agreement."

"How can you possibly know all this?"

"I listen. Unlike you Simon, I listen and remember everything I'm told. I told you, I want protection. Until the day I see Givonassi's head in a jar."

Simon let out a long sigh.

"Go talk with whoever you have to. Oh, and before you think you can just move all those people, family around... I know about the summer homes. I know about the safe-houses. I know about every trick. I give you Givonassi on a silver plate in exchange for you."

"Fair enough." he said before he stood up and left the room.

---

Simon was beginning to be a lot more fidgety.

He couldn't sit still.

Knowing his team was hot in the tails of Givonassi, he wanted to be there... but he was stuck babysitting you.

And you could see his frustration.

He only spent a week with you and yet he was already ready to barge out of the apartment that was given to you for the time being.

"Am I really that bad of a roommate?" you asked and he looked at you from his phone. "You look desperate to run out of here."

"I want to help my Team." was his answer, simple, yet it was the truth.

"Go on then."

"What?"

"Go and help them." you said.

"That wasn't the agreement."

"Fuck the agreement. I hate being in a room with someone who is basically waiting to barge out at any second. Go help your friends."

Simon hesitated. He wasn't sure if this was a game. But then he looked at you, really looked at you.

"Why?" he asked.

"You are just like them... you can leave me behind to save your ass. I'm not forcing you to stay any longer. I have been trying for a week to get closer to you, but I feel further and further away. Go."

You went into your room, all you heard was the front door closing.

When the information came about Givonassi's death, a team came over and told you that you can go back to your life now.

Little did they know, you had no life.

But you did have an old apartment. So, you headed back there.

Even if Givonassi was dead, you still had this feeling, this uneasiness.

You felt watched and followed.

And your suspicion soon became true.

You went out for groceries when you arrived back, your door was wide open with all of your things scattered.

But who could you call?!

You wanted to run, but as you turned at the end of the hallway a man appeared. You moved just in time, but he did shoot you.

You laid on the ground as you heard him leave.

He hit your shoulder, the pain was terrible.

You started to pass out when another person arrived.

You were sure you wouldn't wake up ever again.

---

But you did. You woke up in a hospital room, the beeping of the machines made your head hurt.

"Don't move." said someone and when you looked, you saw Simon Riley. "You were shot, I found you and took you to the hospital."

Found you? He did? How?

"My head hurts."

"You lost a lot of blood. I'll call the doctor." but you grabbed his shirt, he couldn't leave, he looked at you.

"How did you find me?"

"When I got back from the mission, I was told that they let you go. I was mad because I knew even if Givonassi died, it didn't mean that you were safe. I was looking for you all this time and when I finally found you, I found you in a pool of blood, half dead. This is my fault. You told me you were in danger and yet I ignored you."

"I should say, I told you so, but I don't have any energy. Why are you here?"

"I told you-"

"I know, I mean why did you stay? Do you feel guilty? Don't. I told you to go, because you just couldn't sit still. I understood you had a job to do and I was holding you back. You don't have to feel guilty. You saved many people by getting to Givonassi."

"I still want to make it up to you somehow." you smirked and he rolled his eyes.

"How about coffee?" you said.

"I prefer tea."

"Fucking Britts." you said before the doctor entered the room to finally check on you.

You smiled at Simon as the doctor explained what happened and what they will do.

But at that moment all you could think about was what will happen with you and Simon.

Chapter Text

You always enjoyed Christmas.

The food, the presents, the decorations and the feel.

You loved to wrap the presents and place them under the tree.

You loved to prepare a special meal.

And since Simon made extra effort to be home with you and your little twins this year, it felt even more special.

The two little girls were still very young, only a couple of months old when Christmas Eve came.

Both of your babies were absolutely fascinated by the lights in the house and the tree.

The tree was a true winner.

Both of them wanted to touch each and every ornament on it.

Although they were still not walking, but rather crawling around, the twins found their way to the tree.

So much so that you had to move the glass ornaments to the middle.

But, if you were honest, nothing beats the fact that you got matching sweatshirts for everyone.

Even Simon.

You had a little photo session in front of the tree with all four of you.

You had dinner, and now the girls were sleeping.

You looked at Simon and got one of the presents from under the tree.

"Merry Christmas." he quickly got up and grabbed another present handing it to you.

"Merry Christmas." he said as you both exchanged the wrapped presents.

But never opened them as Simon hugged and kissed you.

Kissing while being surrounded by pretty lights and a beautiful Christmas tree while your two beautiful daughters are sleeping is the definition of a perfect Christmas.

Chapter Text

"So, Miss Y/L/N... Codename... Black Cat. I have read your files." John Price put the papers down before he sat down at the table across you.

You watched him, not saying a word.

"Your Captain said that you are the best, but what it is exactly that you do?" he leaned back in his chair as you leaned forward.

Game on.

"If you read my file, you must know, so ask the questions you really want to ask, Captain Price." a small smile, just a tiny one, for a split second could be seen on his face.

He liked you.

But again, everyone liked you.

Even if you behaved like a bitch.

"How? How do you do it? I have read about the mission in Qatar, you rescued over a hundred people. No casualties. No one saw you going in or coming out, so, how did you do it?"

"My Captain said that Taskforce 141 needed someone a little more... flexible. She said it will do me good coming here to help you, Captain Price. So, if you need my help, I suggest you refrain from asking more... stupid questions. With all due respect." your eyes never left him, you just sat there, legs crossed under the table, your hands on top of the table, resting.

"They say you are the best getting in and out. No witnesses, no death."

"Who are they?"

"I need someone who can do this job for me, I do not need an amateur egoist who won't work with my team and won't answer simple questions."

"Now, am I the best or an amateur? The two really don't work together. Also, if you continue insulting me, Sir, I might change my mind and just go back."

"How do you do it?! How can you get hundreds of people out of a building without anyone noticing?"

"I just have them focus on something else." you replied, your hand reaching for the cup in front of you. "And while they are looking elsewhere, I get what I want." you lifted your other hand and showed him the gun in your hand. His gun.

John watched you in amazement, but you could also see a hint of fear. Fear of the unknown, you were already used to that.

"I will send you the file tomorrow. Be ready at 5:00am." he stood from his seat, ready to leave after he got his gun back from you.

"So tell me John, am I an amateur or am I the best?" you asked as you turned and looked at him.

"You definitely are... something, Doll." you smirked as he walked away.

Oh, you will have a great time playing with the handsome Captain.

How sad that the Captain didn't realize that he was already in the claws of the cat.

Being played with, you will have your fun.

---

Captain Price got shot.

He walked right into a trap even though you warned him.

And now, you were hiding in a small shed with him.

He got shot in his left thigh.

"I told you not to go in there."

"I thought it was safe, they said it was clear."

"Yeah, and then betrayed us." you let out a sigh as you pushed on his wound, he groaned loudly. "Now, I will get the bullet out okay? bite down on this." you handed him a piece of wood.

John barely made a sound as you removed the bullet from his leg and treated his wound as best as you could.

"Don't trust the radio." he said, not like you didn't already know, yet you chose not to reply. You had bigger issues at hand, an injured Captain and a betrayal... "You have lovely eyes." you made you freeze as you looked at John.

His head, leaning against the wall as he watched you.

"So beautiful." he whispered. It had to be the blood loss.

You tried to convince yourself. It had to be the blood loss. What else could it be?!

"You are stunning." he continued, his voice sounding like a dream. You tried your best to focus.

Blood loss.

"So fierce and firey."

Blood loss.

"I like you very much, ya know?"

Blood loss.

"I shouldn't but I do."

"Captain." your voice sounded like a warning. A warning John was too oblivious to realize.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you." you replied immediately. And you truly didn't it was a simple attraction you felt towards him, an attraction you thought best to keep under cover. Perhaps he was the same, and with his delusion, he finally admitted them. "I do really like you John." you said as you sat down on the floor in front of him.

You knew you two were safe here in this basement.

But you weren't safe from your own feelings and his.

"But you do."

"To be fair, you were the one that interviewed me."

"I did that because I found you attractive. I couldn't believe my eyes, you were skilled, sexy and pretty at the same time!"

"I will get us out of here." you said as you tried to avoid his confessions.

"I know you will, Doll. The question is whether I will be alive or not."

"I stopped your bleeding." he looked down at his leg and saw his bandaged up leg.

"Oh. You did." he genuinely sounded surprised. You let out a sigh, quietly, you rather not attract his attention.

"Take this." you said as you reached into your pocket and gave him a small pill. "It will help with the pain and... delusions."

"I'm not delirious. I'm only in love."

"Even worse."

"You could say that again." he let out another sigh, your eyes never left his face.

He was handsome, way too handsome for his own good.

He looked so good with a longer beard, it did things to you. You remember when you first met him his face was shaved. It was months ago, and it always felt like you two have been dancing around each other.

And now, in this unfortunate situation, you two confessed your feelings. Even if his mind was foggy due to the blood loss.

You knew his words rang with the truth. You weren't stupid, you knew exactly what was between you two, and was unsaid.

But you knew it could never be more than the looks you gave each other, the usual bantering, filled with flirting and sarcasm.

It was good, it was unsaid, but a simple wound ruined it, and he didn't even know what he had just done.

And he didn't realize until you saved him and he was in the hospital wing.

It was a slow process, having to move him to safety and not getting caught, but you managed.

After all, you were the best.

The nurse explained to you that he was sleeping, but he wasn't.

He laid awake, recalling everything he said and did. He would have regretted it if it wasn't for you. He was ready to apologise and pretend it never happened but you reciprocated his feelings.

You told him that you liked him, you smiled at him so sweet and patched up his wound. You didn't pull away or frown, you stayed and told him that you liked him as well.

Two days passed since you last seen John.

He called you into his office the third day, needing to "have a talk in private".

You assumed he would ask you to forget everything he said and move on.

You sat in front of him and he finally looked at you.

"I can't say my words were lies. I cannot and will not say that I don't feel a certain affection towards you. But our line of work is not made for relationships and feelings. I cannot go on a mission, worrying about you when I have three other men by my side. It wouldn't be fair."

"You wouldn't have to worry, Sir. Laswell asked me to work with her, we would work on strategies and come up with new trainings. Since I proved I know how to handle even the most extreme hostage situations, she wants my knowledge on paper. We wouldn't have to hide, John." you watched him as he processed the information. "If you want to, of course." you quickly added and he suddenly stood up, scaring you enough to jolt up as well.

You did it in defence, it was, after all, part of your training.

John rounded the table and stopped in front of you.

"Of course, I want you." the way he said it, with such desperation in his voice, made you weak.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to kiss you.

Your lips collided with his and it all felt so right.

It was something you have longed for for months now.

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It was all beginning to be a little too much.

You knew you should stop him, but you didn't want to disappoint him. You wanted to last as long as he needed you to, you were his good girl after all.

As he said many many times.

But he also said to stop him if it gets too much, he just how much he can get lost in your pussy and how rough he can get.

So, you agreed on a simple safe word, "Red". 

It was for you to use at any given moment. No questions asked he would stop immediately.

You never imagined using it, but as he was mercilessly pounding into you, it became all too much.

You wanted it to end, you needed it to end.

"Red! Please! RED!" you said when you finally caught your breath...

John Price

He stops immediately.

Pulling out as he turns you around, checking your face.

"Sweetgirl, are you okay? Talk to me."

"Too much." is all you could muster. And John immediately felt guilt running down his spine.

He knew the day would come when he went too far. When he would overstimulate you to the point of no return.

"Okay, let's get you into the bath, eh? A nice warm bath." he said as he ran to the bathroom and ran you a nice bath, he then ran back and got you.

Soon, he was sitting next to you on the floor, one of his arms inside the bath, in the water, making sure the temperature was perfect.

"I'm so sorry, Darling. I should have known. You started to move away from me, but I just kept going..."

"It is not your fault John, I should have stopped sooner."

"I should have known."

"It is not your fault." you moved your hand and placed it on his cheek, he turned and kissed your palm. "Make it up to me by cuddling me."

"I will never let you go. I'm truly sorry."

"This is why I have a safe word, John."

"And you were a good girl and used it." he placed a kiss on your head, and he would make sure to cuddle you until the next morning and beyond.

Simon Riley

He would be ashamed but it would take him a second to realize what you just said, but when he does, he moves away from you immediately.

His hands would be shaking as he watched you sit up against the headboard.

"I'm so sorry." he would turn to leave, but you stopped him.

"Simon," your sweet sweet voice. So kind and innocent, he would turn to look at you. "Come back please, I'm cold." how could he ever say no to that?

He grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt, handing it to you as he put on the pants.

He moved close to you, leaning against the headboard, holding you, running his hand up and down your back.

"I'm too sore, it's why I made you stop, I think I'm just too tired."

"I'm glad you spoke up and said something." you moved and kissed his cheek.

"I love you, Simon." you tried your best to reassure him, letting him know you were okay.

"I love you too."

Kyle Garrick

In one movement he stopped and looked at you, your back was to him but he heard you clear as day.

"It's too much, Kyle, please."

"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" he watched as you nodded and he moved back, turning you around and sitting you up in bed. "How about a shower?"

You nodded again as you slowly calmed down and your breathing evened out.

Kyle watched you closely, making sure you were okay, he even washed you up.

He then carried you to bed, laying you down.

"I'm so sorry."

"It is all good. I'm glad you stopped."

"Of course, I did! It is why I came up with a safe word for you. I'm glad you used it when it became too much." you smiled at him as he leaned down and kissed your lips. "Does it still hurt?"

"I'm more sore than hurt now." you said and he held you close. "It really is okay, Kyle."

He knew it was, and he knew it will be, he was just glad he had the presence to stop when he did.

Johnny MacTavish

It took him a moment to realize what you just said.

"Red?" he asked with a confused tone. "Shit." he moved away from you, but still stayed close. "What is it?" he asked and if you wouldn't be so out of it, you would have realized the worry in his voice.

"It hurts, too much." you managed to say.

"How can I help?" he asked, watching your face closely.

"Just hold me, let me sleep."

"Sleep, okay got it."

He pulled you close, turning the lights off as he soon heard your soft snores.

He felt so guilty for hurting you, but he was proud you spoke up.

He spent hours in the dark, thinking and overthinking.

He thought he should have noticed, that he should have realized, but he could recall that he was too focused on the feeling, he got lost in it, and he wouldn't have seen the discomfort because he had his head in the crook of your neck.

But one thing was sure, after this, Johnny would pay extra attention to keep his control and his cool and make sure you are comfortable and you enjoy sex as much as he does.

Chapter Text

To say that the mission has gone to shit would be an understatement.

They were hunting you down and if it wasn't for Ghost, you would be dead by now.

If it wasn't for him and his sharp reflexes you would be lying with a bullet in your skull.

But you weren't.

Instead, you were in a much worse situation.

At the start of your mission, you took your suppressants, figuring you would be back the next day, you didn't even pack any, so now, you were here, on an uncomfortable mattress, trying to make it homey for your heat.

You never actually minded going into heat. You could just lock your door, fill your room with food and be good for a couple of days.

But this was a very different situation.

You were in a bunker-like building, hiding for survival with an Alpha who was also your Lieutenant.

Not a situation you wanted to be in.

"You need to rest, I will keep watch." he avoided you, and didn't even come close to you, he just stopped at the door, never entering the room. He did put food down for you on the floor every day, commenting when you didn't eat something.

He was kind.

You knew he could smell your heat coming up, Alphas always did.

You know the upcoming days will be as much of a torture for him, as it will be for you.

You were glad it was Ghost with you, at least he had control over his alpha.

Before you could reply, he already left. Going as far away from you as possible. Yet, your smell still lingered.

Sure, Simon had control over his alpha, but the temptation was too great. You were perfect. In every aspect of the word. The perfect woman, partner, and omega.

At first, Simon thought you had no place in the army, he thought Price had gone insane but you proved him wrong.

Your kindness wasn't your weakness, instead your strength.

Simon took a deep breath, his mind and body immediately filled up with your scent, and how sweet you smelled. Simon, out of frustration, hit the wall, making the brick crumble.

He knew he should be there with you, help you, and yet, he was forcing himself away from you.

Even if everything inside him was screaming for him to go to you, help you, feed you, and keep you safe and comfortable.

He knew he can't.

The next day he brought you another plate of food.

"Ghost..." your voice came out way too desperate. "Can I have your shirt, please? The smell of the... pillows are..." Simon didn't need to be asked twice. He handed you his sweatshirt in a swift movement. "Thank you." he watched as you cuddled up with his clothes and he couldn't help but wish it was him. He forced himself to stand up and leave.

His scent really did help ease your pain as your heat reached its high.

Your mind is filled with all the different lewd things.

And yet, somehow, even with a hazy mind, even with a fog before your eyes, deep down, you knew better than to act upon those images filling your mind.

But you didn't know how to keep your scent at bay, not like there was a method or something.

And it caused quite an interesting reaction with Simon.

While you were locked in a room, touching yourself to the thought of an Alpha, he kept stroking his cock to the scent and thought of you.

You both knew it was forbidden, but no one was around, no one could hear your thoughts and your moans.

And for now, it was enough.

---

Thankfully, your heat soon ended, Simon got used to your smell as it slowly weakened.

You started to grow stronger, and back to normal, but it will take you a couple of days to be fully back in action.

Simon knew this.

"How are you feeling?" he asked from the doorway, while you lay on the mattress on the floor.

"Your smell disappeared," you said with a pout as you looked at him.

"I will give you my shirt then, let's exchange." he said as he held out his shirt for you to take, you gave him the sweatshirt back.

His shirt smelled like you now.

"We will have to leave in a few days, we have been here for almost a week now. We cannot stay, they will find us."

"I will be good to go tomorrow. I'm still a bit hazy though," you said and Simon nodded.

"How can I help more?"

"You have done plenty, Simon." use never used his name before, it was always Lieutenant or Ghost, nothing more, nothing less.

You kept it professional. Until now.

"I will bring you more food for dinner, so you can have your strength back."

"Thank you, Alpha." you whispered the last part, but he heard you.

God, he heard you very well. As the door closed behind him, he just stood there, too stunned to move. Everything in him screamed to go inside and to claim you.

But he couldn't. He shouldn't.

And yet, he did.

He turned right back, opened the door and for the first time in four days, he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself.

He looked at you as you lay with his shirt pressed into your face, smelling it.

He knelt down beside you, taking deep breaths to remember your scent.

You opened your eyes and smiled at him.

"Took you long enough." you said as you moved to turn around and leave some space behind yourself.

"Shut it." he whispered before he moved to lay down with you in your nest, holding you close with his nose in your hair. "Omega." he said and it made you humm. "You smell so good." he took a deep breath and you smiled to yourself, not opening your eyes.

You put your hand on his which held you close by your stomach.

"You could have been here for my heat."

"I wouldn't have been able to control myself."

"Of course, you would have. You are Simon Riley... What made you realize that I wanted you here all along?"

"Your smell had a hint of sadness every day. But when I came into the room... you smelled like hope and..."

"Love." you finished for him. "Am I truly that obvious?"

"The smell of an Omega never lies to an Alpha."

"You are right, I'm a lot happier as well."

"Same."

"I wish we didn't have to leave."

"Same." he breathed out one last time before you fell asleep in his arms.

Building nests was part of the process of an Omega going into heat.

And Simon never failed to notice that you made yours bigger, to give room to him.

Chapter Text

Nikto was known throughout the army for his rugged appearance and tough demeanour.

When he wasn't on a mission, he spent his days working in the fields, his hands calloused from hard labour, and working out.

But despite his rough exterior, Nikto had a heart of gold.

It was something he hid very well.

It was something the years and torture took out of him.

One day, he met a soft and kind woman whom he saved during a mission.

You were the complete opposite of him, gentle, kind, and delicate.

Your presence was like a breath of fresh air in Nikto's otherwise harsh world.

After saving you, you didn't want to leave his side. He was the only person who protected you.

You felt safe with him.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, he was smitten. He found himself drawn to your softness, grace, and quiet strength.

Despite your differences, you soon found yourself falling deeply in love. Nikto would bring you wildflowers he picked from the fields, and you would tend to his wounds after a long day.

You never asked him about his mask. Never asked about his past.

Even without asking, you knew he was struggling.

You were the perfect balance of rough and soft, yin and yang, fire and water.

Though your love was not without its challenges.

The people around you whispered behind your backs, questioning how a man like Nikto could ever be worthy of a woman like you.

But neither of you cared what others thought.

You knew that your love was true, and that was all that mattered.

It was all you needed, one another.

As the seasons changed and the years passed, your love only grew stronger.

Slowly, Nikto learned to soften his rough edges, while you found strength in his unwavering support.

And so, in probably the most unlikely scenario, a rough man and a soft woman found their happily ever after, proving that love knows no boundaries and that sometimes, opposites truly do attract.

Chapter Text

Simon Riley walked into your shared home with the weight of months on his shoulders. 

The mission had been long, gruelling, and filled with dangers you could hardly imagine. You’d counted the days until his return, but now that he was here, anxiety gripped your chest.

You greeted him at the door with a soft smile, the sight of him stealing your breath as it always did. 

His mask was gone, revealing the tired but warm expression on his face. The face you loved so much.

“Welcome home, Simon,” you whispered, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

He dropped his bag to the floor and pulled you into his arms, his hold firm and warm. 

“I missed you,” he said, his deep voice muffled against your hair. He took deep breaths smelling your hair, you, taking it all in. 

He was home. 

As his arms tightened around you, your self-consciousness bubbled to the surface. 

You hadn’t been lazy while he was gone, but the stress, the loneliness, it had all added up. 

Your body wasn’t quite the same as when he’d left. 

The extra curves you carried now felt like a glaring reminder of your insecurities, and the idea of him noticing made your heart race in all the wrong ways.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you said quickly, pulling back from his embrace.

Simon didn’t let you go far, his hands finding your hips and pulling you back to him. 

“Hold on,” he said, his sharp eyes studying your face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, hoping he’d let it go.

But Simon wasn’t one to miss details, and his brow furrowed. 

“Talk to me, Love. What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, looking away from his deep and beautiful eyes. 

“It’s nothing, really. I just... I’ve changed a bit while you were gone. You might not like it.”

“What are you talking about?” his voice was filled with genuine concern.

You stepped back, gesturing vaguely to yourself. 

“I’ve gained weight, Simon. I didn’t mean to, but... I just don’t look the same anymore. Not like when you left.”

His response was immediate. “You think I care about that?”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond. “I just thought... maybe you wouldn’t see me the same way. Wouldn't want me.”

Simon stepped forward, closing the space between you again. 

His hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t ever think that,” he said, his voice firm but full of warmth. “You’re beautiful, Love. Always have been, always will be.”

“But—”

“No,” he interrupted, his hands sliding down to rest on your shoulders, then your sides, his touch lingering as though he was rediscovering you. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you? Missed this?” His hands settled on your hips, his thumbs brushing over them in a comforting pattern. “Your softness, your curves... they’re perfect. You’re perfect.”

Your throat tightened with emotion. “Simon—”

He silenced you with a kiss, tender and slow, leaving no room for doubt. When he pulled back, his eyes locked with yours. “I’ve faced hell out there. And every day, all I wanted was to come home to you. To hold you, to feel you. You’re my refuge, Love. Every inch of you.”

“I thought maybe you’d want someone different. Someone—”

“Someone who isn’t you?” he interrupted again, shaking his head. “Not in a million years. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and nothing will ever change that.”

He pulled you into his arms again, his embrace warm and secure.

 “I love you,” he murmured against your ear. “Just the way you are.”

You melted against him, your insecurities fading away along with your worries. 

He pulled you close for another kiss, a kiss that was so deep it took your breath away. 

Simon’s love was all you ever wanted and yearned for. 

Having him back with you felt so right. Having him in your arms and being able to smell him, your mind was at ease. 

He was home. He loved you, you loved him.

You didn't need anything else.

Chapter Text

Simon wasn’t the kind of man who said “I love you” easily.

He showed it instead.

He showed it in the way he pulled you close at night, in the way his hand always rested on the small of your back in public, in the way he made sure you always walked on the safer inside of the sidewalk.

His love wasn’t loud or obvious, but it was steady, always there.

Still, you wanted to hear it.

Just once.

Just once you wanted to hear him say it.

Simon had been gone on a mission for a few weeks.

You missed him, missed the way the house felt different when he was home.

Tonight, the quiet felt heavier than usual.

That’s what led you to the room, sitting on the bed, fidgeting with his dog tags.

That’s when you found them.

A small metal box, tucked away beneath an old shirt. You were trying to find a shirt which still smelled like him.

Inside the box, there were letters.

Dozens of them, all folded neatly, your name written on each one.

Your stomach flipped as you picked one up, your fingers shaking slightly as you unfolded the paper.

The handwriting was rough and rushed.

But it was undeniably his.

If you’re reading this, it means I didn’t make it back.

Your breathing stopped, but you kept reading.

I don’t say things the way I should. Never have. But you should know… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the reason I want to come back in one piece. If I don’t... just know that I love you. Always have, always will.

Your chest ached as you grabbed another letter.

It was the same.

So was the next.

You looked at the dates. Every letter is written before a mission.

Every single one, carrying the words he never said to your face.

I love you.

All of them, filled with meaning and care. All of them are written from the heart.

You pressed them to your chest, blinking back tears.

Three days later, he was home.

The second he walked through the door, you didn’t wait. You crashed into him, arms wrapped tight around his middle.

He let out a small grunt of surprise. “What’s all this then?”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

He huffed a quiet laugh, arms circling around you. “Good to see you too, Love.”

You pulled back, searching his tired eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Simon’s body tensed. “Tell you what?”

You lifted your chin. “About the letters.”

His whole body went still.

“…You found them.” His voice was quiet.

You nodded. “Yeah. And I had to find out from some scraps of paper that you truly love me?”

His jaw flexed like he was bracing for something. “I didn’t think I’d ever—” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s not easy for me.”

“I don’t care if it’s easy,” you shot back, stepping closer to him. “Do you think this is easy for me? Waiting? Wondering if you’ll come home?” Your voice cracked. “Wondering if I’ll ever get to tell you—”

You stopped yourself, swallowing hard.

Simon’s eyes softened. “Tell me what?”

You exhaled. “That I love you too, you idiot.”

His breath hitched.

Then, before you could say anything else, he cupped your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours. His touch was warm, and grounding.

“Say it again,” he whispered, begged.

A smile tugged at your lips. You rested your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I love you.”

His eyes closed, and he let out a slow breath like he was letting himself believe it. When he spoke again, his voice was deep, barely above a whisper.

“I love you too.”

And this time, he didn’t need a letter to say it.

Chapter Text

The military base buzzed with activity. 

Soldiers moved with purpose and determination.

You sat in a corner of the command tent, translating between a group of frightened women and a stern officer.

You managed to keep your voice steady despite the chaos around you.

Simon Riley leaned against a nearby post, arms crossed, his skull mask concealing his face but not his sharp, assessing eyes. He watched you, noting the calm precision in your words, the gentle tone you used to reassure the rescued women. You were a stark contrast to the gritty, violent world he knew—a small light in the endless dark.

“Ghost,” Price’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Focus.”

“I’m focused,” Simon replied, his voice gruff, though his gaze flicked back to you. There was something about you that drew him in, something he couldn’t shake. It was a distraction he didn’t need, but couldn’t ignore.

When you finished speaking with the women, you caught Simon’s eyes on you. He straightened as you approached. “Sergeant Riley, right?” you asked, your voice soft but steady.

“Call me Ghost,” he said, his tone clipped. He nodded toward the women. “They holding up?”

“They’re scared, but they’re grateful,” you said. “Thank you for saving them.”

Simon’s eyes softened, though his mask hid the change. “Just doing my job.”

“And yet, it means the world to them.” You offered a small smile, and for a moment, he felt a crack in the armour he’d so carefully constructed.

Over the next few days, you worked closely with the team, translating for the women and helping coordinate their care. 

Simon found excuses to linger near you. 

He asked about your work, your life, and bit by bit, your conversations grew less formal.

“You always this calm under pressure?” he asked one evening, his voice low as you both stood outside the tent, the cool night air almost making you cold.

“Not always,” you admitted, glancing up at the stars. “But I’ve learned it helps. What about you? You seem... collected.”

He chuckled softly. “Comes with the job. Doesn’t mean it’s true.”

You looked at him then, sensing the vulnerability beneath his words. “Well, you’re doing a good job of fooling everyone.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment too long. “Not you, though.”

---

The bond you’d formed was tested when disaster struck. 

The women, along with you, were taken during a sudden attack by the mob seeking revenge. 

Ghost’s fury was barely contained as he stormed into the command tent, barking orders and demanding answers.

“We’ll get them back,” Price assured him.

“I’m going after her,” Simon growled. His team didn’t argue, they knew better.

The rescue mission was swift but brutal. 

Simon moved like a shadow, his precision deadly, his determination unmatched. 

When he found you, huddled in a dimly lit room with the others, his heart clenched. 

He crouched beside you, his gloved hand brushing your arm.

“You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

You looked up at him, tears pooling in your eyes. “I knew you’d save me.”

Something in his chest tightened. 

He helped you to your feet, his arm steadying you as he guided you out.

Back at the base, Simon’s protective instincts didn’t waver. 

When the dust settled, he insisted on taking you to his home. 

You protested at first, but the look in his eyes silenced you.

---

That evening, as you sat on his worn couch, wrapped in one of his blankets, he sat across from you, his mask finally removed. The scars on his face spoke of battles fought and survived, but his eyes held a softness that surprised you.

“I couldn’t lose you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You didn’t. I’m here.”

He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped tightly. “You’ve been in my head since the moment I saw you. You’re... different. You don’t belong in this mess of a world I live in, but I don’t know how to let you go.”

“You don’t have to,” you said softly. “I don’t want you to.”

The tension between you dissolved as he moved to sit beside you. 

His hand found yours, his touch surprisingly gentle. “I’ll protect you. Always.”

“I believe you,” you whispered.

And in that quiet moment, the walls Simon had built around himself crumbled, and for the first time in years, he allowed himself to feel something more than the weight of duty. 

With you, he wasn’t just Ghost, he was Simon. And as he leaned over to kiss you, you knew you have found something were special, love.

Chapter Text

The cabin wasn’t much.

A single room, a battered couch, a fireplace. It was a temporary refuge, a hiding place in the middle of nowhere, and it was just the two of you.

Simon Riley wasn’t much for company.

He had been silent for most of the night, except for the occasional grunt of acknowledgement.

His mask was still on, his broad frame looming in the dim light as he paced near the window, keeping watch like the soldier he was.

You were injured, nothing too severe, but enough that travelling through the storm outside wasn’t an option.

“I don’t bite,” you said, breaking the silence, and shifting on the couch. “You can sit down.”

His shoulders tensed. He was always like this, always cautious, even when it was just you. You had fought side by side before and had saved each other more times than you could count, but being this close and alone felt different.

After a long moment, he finally sighed and sat in the chair across from you, the wood creaking under his weight.

“How’s the leg?” His voice was rough and low, the concern buried beneath layers of detachment.

You flexed your ankle slightly, wincing at the dull pain. “Better. You did a good job patching me up.”

He grunted again, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something softer, unreadable.

Silence settled between you, the only sound of the wind howling outside.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, suppressing a shiver.

Simon noticed. He always noticed. With a sigh, he stood, grabbed another blanket from the small cot in the corner, and walked over. Instead of handing it to you, he draped it over you himself, his hands brushing against you briefly.

“Can’t have you freezing to death on my watch,” he muttered, stepping back.

You looked up at him, heart skipping. “And here I thought you didn’t care.”

Something flickered in his eyes again, something hesitant. He didn’t answer immediately, just stood there, watching you. Then, finally, he spoke.

“Course I care.”

Your breath caught.

He never said things like that, never admitted to anything, and yet, here he was, standing close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“You’re always looking after me,” you murmured.

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Someone has to.”

Your fingers twitched against the blanket, resisting the urge to reach for him.

But then, as if sensing your hesitation, he surprised you. He sat down beside you, shifting awkwardly like he wasn’t sure how to be this close. The couch dipped under his weight, his thigh brushing yours.

“Get some rest,” he said, voice quieter now. “I’ll keep watch.”

For once, you didn’t argue.

Instead, you leaned your head against his shoulder, testing the boundary between you. He stiffened but didn’t pull away.

After a moment, you felt him shift slightly, adjusting so you were more comfortable.

It was a small thing, barely anything at all.

But to you, it was everything.