↣ pairing: simon "ghost" riley x OC
↣ status: ongoing
↣ genre: rivals to lovers (sort of?), dramedy, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, slowburn, idiots to lovers
↣ rating: +18
↣ total word count: 248k
↣ warnings & tags: depictions of violence, injuries, military inaccuracies, smut (masturbation, grinding, fantasies, oral sex, p-in-v), minor character death (mentions), slight sexism, depictions of torture, depression, 2nd person POV
↣ listen to the playlist here
Simon Riley had always been a man in control of himself. He'd mastered his mind, his body, and his temper, all to become the perfect killing machine. Analytic, emotionless, efficient. The perfect soldier. Nothing could ever stop him. Nothing could ever tame him. So why the fuck was the new Lieutenant able to make him lose every ounce of control in his body without trying?
Michaela Duarte swore to the heavens that she wouldn't make the same mistake again. She buried herself in her work, shoving her feelings, her past, into a neat little box nestled deep inside her heart, out of reach, so that no one could hurt her ever again. So she could endure. So she could survive. So why the hell was Lieutenant Riley so good at breaching the walls she'd so carefully put up?
NSFW chapters are marked with an asterisk (*).
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾: 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
one. guns akimbo
↳ the one where you're rescued.
two. paperwork
↳ staring contest no. 1.
three. the staring
↳ the one where simon stinks, stares, and scans.
four. tequila
↳ alejandro invites the 141 for some drinks in his office.
five. melatonin
↳ you help kyle stretch at the gym, then you head home.
six. protein shakes
↳ back in hereford, the 141 returns to their routines.
seven. shorts
↳ you wear short shorts to the gym.
eight. the dip
↳ it's game night. while the guys are playing uno, you decide to make an artichoke dip.
nine. do you yield?
↳ a week after the dip incident, simon offers to spar.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈: 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌
ten. if the shoe fits
↳ lines start to blur the moment you set foot in azerbaijan.
eleven. the long way around
↳ frustrated, you try to get along with simon during recon.
twelve. bigger fish to fry
↳ things aren't what they seem during the raid on the factory.
thirteen. headaches
↳ the morning after the raid.
fourteen. caring makes you blind
↳ with your temper rattled by the bathroom accident, things go wrong during the raid on the lab.
fifteen. one thousand paper cranes
↳ after the mission, simon patches you up.
sixteen. the cockroach
↳ confessions, late night talks, and coffee in the morning.
seventeen. vantage point
↳ desperate, you intercept valeria's convoy in georgia, but things rarely go the way you want them to.
eighteen. toxins
↳ you try to make a risky play for the sarin.
nineteen. the bane of my existence
↳ after the mission, you reach the airstrip.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾: 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾
twenty. bed rest
↳ med leave keeps you restless. ten days after the mission, you make too many pancakes.
twenty-one. the pub
↳ the 141 celebrates your recovery by heading out to a pub.
twenty-two. indulgence*
↳ desperate and frustrated, simon goes on a run to clear his head, but soon finds out that his growing obsession runs deeper than he imagined.
twenty-three. weakness*
↳ you and simon give sparring another try.
twenty-four. punishment*
↳ try as you might, the sins just don't wash away.
twenty-five. denial is a river*
↳ your body keeps betraying you.
twenty-six. playing matchmaker
↳ something's wrong between you and simon, and john intends to find out one way or another.
twenty-seven. something's burning
↳ as a token of your gratitude, you bake cookies for kyle.
twenty-eight. little deaths*
↳ it's hot outside. you're going insane. there's only one way to get this over with.
twenty nine. had to open your mouth
↳ as part of price's scheme to get you and simon together, you're forced to endure a gruelling pub quiz session that ends terribly.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋: 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾
thirty. london
↳ to clear your head, kyle invites you to spend the weekend with him in london.
thirty-one. damage control
↳ with you gone, johnny and price stage an intervention for simon.
thirty-two. the laundry room*
↳ duty calls price and kyle on a mission. with them gone, it's only a matter of time before the tension between you and simon explodes.
thirty-three. you shouldn't want me either
↳ hours after the encounter in the laundry room, simon gets a call.
thirty-four. losing grip
↳ in cyprus, price, kyle, and johnny struggle to maintain the status quo.
thirty-five. fallingwater
↳ a storm looms on the horizon as you infiltrate konni's base in the black sea.
thirty-six. simon
↳ falling, falling, falling, falling.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾: 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀
thirty-seven. the mouth of the wolf
↳ one year ago.
thirty-eight. saviour and ruin
↳ the mask comes off.
thirty-nine. lovesick
↳ at the ULF base, the team suffers from your fallout with simon.
forty. the war ahead
↳ emotional and physical exhaustion threaten to rip the 141 apart.
forty-one. paper trails
↳ thanks to shepherd's intel, you set the course to pluto island to find makarov's oligarch financier.
forty-two. sitting ducks
↳ as the team ambushes a convoy in the frozen siberian tundra, simon wrestles with his feelings, while you finally make a decision.
forty-three. stay
↳ before you head to verdansk, you and simon finally have a conversation you'd been putting off for way too long.
forty-four. in one piece
↳ you, johnny, and simon head to verdansk to stop the gora dam from being blown to bits.
forty-five. something stupid
↳ after the mission, you patch simon up.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗑: 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋
forty-six. a light among the darkness
↳ simon holds your hand.
forty-seven. r&r
↳ back at hereford, simon proposes to spend some time together.
forty-eight. more than air*
↳ you're not ready to say goodnight.
forty-nine. daylight*
↳ the morning after.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇: 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀
fifty. trojan horse
↳ makarov is in london. with time running out, the 141 rushes to find out what he's doing before the unthinkable happens.
fifty-one. johnny
↳ the hunt reaches its breaking point.
fifty-two. what remains
↳ blood. so much blood.
fifty-three. it weighs on me
↳ johnny wakes up. the team waits in the hospital.
fifty-four. a river, an ocean
↳ simon slowly crumbles.
fifty-five. all the love i have
↳ in london, you prep for extubation. in captivity, johnny encounters an old enemy.
fifty-six. no use
↳ lines are crossed just as proof of life arrives.
fifty-seven. bring him back
↳ things finally feel like they're starting to get better.
fifty-eight. about bloody time
↳ with their hopes high, the team takes a gamble.
fifty-nine. regards
↳ johnny comes home.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍: 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾
sixty. the cottage
↳ late november. months after johnny's rescue, simon whisks you off to a cottage in the lake district.
sixty-one. ask for it*
↳ you finally learn to ask for what you want.
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i know it's a lot to ask activision to write an actual decent plot with actual soul and an exploration of the tf141's grief post soaps death but good god i hope they do not fuck this up. i'm hoping for a 5/10 at least.
reader who is, unfortunately, a “too honest for their own good” kind of drunk who gets dragged to the bar with tf141.
“kyyyle,” you slur, leaning over the table to which Gaz cracks a smile. “so pretty…anyone ever tell you you’re pretty? like ‘men should be buying you dinner’ pretty.”
soap snorts, an amused smile on his lips. “Ya don’ even get a handsome, just fuckin’ pretty.”
“oi, piss off, soap,” replies gaz with no real heat behind it. “and you,” he starts, bringing his attention backed to your slumped form, “are a shitty drinker.”
you giggle, barely lifting up your head from the table.
price shakes his head, taking a large swing from the pint. “kids these days.”
the laughter dies down, everyone enjoying the relaxing ambiance that’s been so hard to enjoy with missions on end these days. that is until-
“ugh- I’m so horny.”
the table stills, all eyes landing on your slumped form before soap bursts into uncontrollable laughter. his fist slams the table as gaz tries to still the man who’s slightly tipsy and leaning back in his chair.
“bloody hell,” ghost mumbles, crossing his arms. “you’re one them, huh? those honest-to-god-drunks.”
“you shouldn’t be saying those things out loud,” advises price, knowing full well that it’s going to go unheard seeing as you’re shit-faced drunk right now.
you groan, forehead connected with the table again. “you don’t get it. you’re old- probably have the sex drive of a tumble weed.”
gaz and soap have a poor attempt at stifling a laugh and even ghost cracks a small and an unseen smirk at your comment. price doesn’t bother with a retort, knowing you’ll have your regrets when they tell you about this conversation in the morning.
soap puts an encouraging pat on your back. “aye, cmon lass, if ya wanted to get laid, all ye gotta do is ask.” it’s clearly a joke but your head perks up anyways.
“don’t tempt me, cause I’ve thought about it.”
“you don’t say…” his eyes light up with interest.
ghost interrupts with a warning tone. “don’t encourage her, Johnny.”
“too late, LT.” soap stalks around your chair, sliding his arms ‘round back. he leans in close till you pick up the scent of beer on his lips. “tell me, what d’ya think of?”
you match his lean with one of your own, eyes blown wide and curious. “are you rough in bed? tell me you’re rough in bed.”
soap smirks, flashing a charming wink. “aye, lass. why? want my handprint on your ass?” ghost flashes him a stern look but soap merely shrugs unapologetically.
you groan at his answer, “god, I hope I remember that in the morning.”
“we get it. we get it. you’re horny for soap. let’s stop before I hurl.” gaz puts his hand on your shoulders, urging you to drink more water.
“dont be jealous, gaz. you’re in there too.”
and suddenly, the angel on his shoulder disappears. “oh yeah?”
“god, you have no idea how hard it is to work with hot men all day long. takes everything in me to not just give up on the mats and let you just pin me down.”
by now, soap has his phone out, recording this for evidence when you’re inevitably going to try to walk back on your words in the morning.
“would love to be bent over a desk, don’t even care who’s behind me. or who’s the biggest? LT? probably not you then- at least not first.”
you ramble on and on… about how you could get off to the gruff sound of your captains voice alone, or how sometimes you’d be soaking wet through your panties if they praised you enough.
and it’s not until you go into an explicit and ultra-specific scenario that involves all four men, some rope, vibrators, and a blindfold, going to ultra-specific detail about soap in your pussy, price in your mouth, and how maybe you’d even let someone in your ass, does someone do the sensible thing of slapping a hand around your mouth.
“I’m gonna take my hand off’ya, and you’re gon’ be quiet, yeah?”
your eyes glance up to a stone cold stare behind a mask, meeting his gaze before you nod. “good girl.”
his hand slowly withdraws and you’re silent. it stays that was for a moment, everyone unsure how to break the tension left in the air after your revelation…that is until-
“aye, what’s that LT?”
and that, would be the stiffy that’s hardly concealed behind his jeans- perhaps he needs to buy baggier clothes from now on.
you stare at it. then you stare at him. “god, I knew you were big.”
i think the ghost x price confrontation is a lie (i mean the specific scene from the teaser).
hear me out.
trailers always lie. i think that's a truth everyone into movies/tv shows/video games has universally acknowledged. so far, we've only seen a teaser of the game. it is meant to draw hype.
so, price has been established in the previous games to be extremely loyal to those he holds close. he's loyal to the 141. he's loyal to kate and farah. who else? idk. but he's loyal to them specifically. and sure, his arc in this game is him facing the consequences of his actions in mw3 and following a timeline of reckless and dangerous acts that's been established since the first game. but i think when push comes to shove, price won't harm ghost or gaz. i don't think he has that in him, and not because he doesn't have the capacity -- he's more than capable of taking on simon or kyle in a fistfight, and in the trailer we see him beating someone to death -- but because he doesn't have the willingness to harm his former teammates, the ones he led and bled with, especially after soap's death, which really threw him off the deep end.
so what happens with ghost? from the patch in his arm we can interpret that he's joined the SAS again, and maybe he's been tasked, along with other operators, in hunting him down. that "you broke a lot of rules, price" line sounds more reluctant than not. maybe simon's conflicted about the whole thing. maybe he's just doing as told. maybe there's something deeper going on. we can't know.
my theory is that, while ghost + the sas are definitely hunting price down to make him answer for his war crimes (he did kill an american general, after all), ghost and price will eventually team up. whether simon leaves the sas or not is unclear. i also think gaz, whom we still haven't seen or heard, has a lot more to do in this storyline. he's literally price's protegé. this moral conflict between doing what's right, whatever the means, and following the rules has been his storyline since mw1 ("we get dirty and the world stays clean").
the scene we see on the trailer, plus the audio snippets (you broke the rules/no more rules) belong to different moments entirely. maybe simon says that line the moment they capture price after beating that person to death. i don't know. i might be grasping at straws here. but i do think the ghost/price confrontation is a lot deeper and not what we've seen in 5 seconds of a teaser. time will tell.
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idk who pointed out that Price's face looks way more like Barry's in this game but it's soooo funny to think that someone at Activision had to genuinely say out loud "hey we should cash in on the fact that Barry Sloane is a stone cold fox"