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Almost halfway through 2026 and it's time to share a few updates on my Jujutsu Kaisen & Call of Duty WIPs, talk about a new fandom I've started to enjoy, and also a follower milestone to celebrate. Let's get into it.

I have a slight idea for a slight part 2 of this ^ post!

Warnings: cursing, objectification, omegaverse, Price is an idiot in this, out of character Ghost his grandfather

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Price was dead set on his idea, none of his men could persuade him differently no matter how much they try to argue against it.

Such a person like them.. Having them around would be a danger to them all. But leave it to Price having a helpers dad complex.

Currently the.. Thing.. Was in a cell/cage contraption, just to be completely sure they don't get out and cause harm if they feel the need to go in a rampage. It's not that they were scared per se, Ghost would rather die than admit he does feel chills, but they still loved their lives, some more than others.

"Price I want you to consider this one last time. What do you wish with this?" Ghost asks once again trying to get through the man he calls a superior, and right now he hates nothing more than that, "Ghost this is a chance of a lifetime! If we manage to fix them we have a big asset" once again Price seems blind to what he is talking about..

"I believe they won't like it. Even if you mean well" The taller man grunts as his eyes furrow under his balaclava, they won't like being talked about like a tool, even if they were put on the idea for a long while, Ghost would know.

The two walk in a steady pace towards the containment cell where they say on the cold ground, surrounded by gray walls, one might mistake it as their old holding cell in the lab. Cold. Calculated. Just the bare necessities. But Price had promised that it was a short term solution until everything was sorted out.

SO my idea is this that reader, as an alpha, had no clue how to act around omegas or even betas, they have been pretty much isolated if you ignore all the testing, training and the battles they went on.

After so many missions if being a mere brutality matching with bites that maul the toughest guys up, and 141 gets wind of this. No footage of reader was ever really captured just blurred photos and videos that end prematurely by being destroyed.

So when the team makes up the facility's location they go in and destroy the place, the workers there had no chance releasing their experiments by the surprise attack, they had been so sure to never be found at all!

The 141 look around once all is quiet, well not fully, there are growls and whines from the many cages with experimented alphas and omegas and the like... And then they get to a locked cage, so many locks that something or someone must be very dangerous to be locked inside like this. Jackpot, thats what they were looking for. Looking inside from a hardened window was someone locked tight, chains and shock collar, not to forget a muzzle for good measure. The reader sat on the ground dormant, glaring at nothing but a wall in front of them.

Getting them out was a tedious task, they did not move an inch and the entire team combined had issues moving them, they didn't attack which was good though.

It took extra help but once they were out of the cage? Out of their enclosure? They tensed like it was a signal that clicked in their head like a rhythm they are used to, the muzzle a last save for the poor souls they got their claws on. Price and his men managed to find the remote that controlled said shock collar that send electricity in masses into their throat and throughout their body making them go slack only after a few minutes.

This... Thing... It was unlike they have ever seen. The experiments around them all dissapeared into the farthest corner of their cages when they saw, smelled or even felt their presence outside that cage. Price decided to take a good look at this mutt later, he doesn't know why but something Intruiqes him like no other despite his teams hesitation.

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"WHAT!? You can't be serious captain!" Gaz was the first to object to the idea.

"Sounds crazy even ta me..." Soap scratches the back of his neck while Ghost stood with his arms crossed looking dissaprovingly. The team did NOT like their captains proposal.

"Think about it. A weapon that is so reliable and strong it can wipe out teams by the masses with barely a scratch." Their captain speaks as if it were a sound idea, reliable wasn't the word for what they found at that facility. What this thing was was a weapon not made for their hands. It was out of control since none of them knew how to handle them. It would be reckless and other all dangerous to everyone on the team.

"How do you imagine this works eh? We just pet them real nice? Give them a few treats? Call them a good puppy?" The scot spoke exasperated at the idea "I know, I know.. It will be a long process since we don't know the triggers, we don't know how they tick and how they got trained. But they would be a prime asset to our team if we found out. Being back their humanity in the process.." John replied thinking already about what to do

"Nothing humane 'bout this job.." Ghost grumbled now partaking in the conversation "More humane would be to put 'em down. Better fate than living in more misery" he added, he feels like he knows what it's like, living as a weapon. It wasn't a fun existence, it was riddled with pain and suffering and more nightmares than one can count. It would be cruel to let them live in such a state.

"I get your concerns," Price sighs "but fact is that I don't want to give them up... There is something about them I cannot shake. And I want to find out what this is."

"A wounded soul for you to save Cap?" Gaz asked, an eyebrow raised at what his beloved captain was blabbering on about.

Roach passes you off to someone in the back of the van, a man with a Mohawk. He manoeuvres you into one of the seats along the sides of the van. You lift your head to look at him as he carefully buckles you in.

There are three other civilians in the back of the van alongside three other military men. The man with the Mohawk looks over your makeshift first aid, a little impressed you were able to bandage your wounds while being in shock.

“Smart little thing, huh? Made yourself a splint and everything.” The man with the Mohawk comments, trying to get you to give him your arm so he can look at it.

“Come on.. let me see.” He tries to coax you, reaching past your outstretched arm trying to push him away.

He takes a look at the splint, checking to see if it was done correctly and would be suitable for transport.

“Not too bad.” He comments, letting you pull your arm back to your chest while he gets a sling to put your arm in. Meanwhile, the two men that brought you here climb into the back of the van, closing the doors behind them.

The other civilians aren’t as injured as you are. They weren’t so close to the explosions as you were. They have cuts and scales but that’s about it.

The first one is a middle aged woman with short, bleached hair and a lot of piercings. She is wrapped in an emergency blanket right across from yours.

The second is an older gentleman with a dress shirt and some slacks, he has his hand wrapped in gauze, he’s sitting closer to the door.

And the third is a man in his 20s, he is holding a tissue up to his bleeding nose. He is sitting in the seat next to the old man, the second closest to the door.

Gaz sits in the seat closest to the door beside the man with the bloody nose, his rifle in his lap as Roach sits in the seat to your right. The Mohawk man comes back with a sling, he secures your arm in the sling before another man with a bushy moustache wraps you in an emergency blanket.

“We good to go, Soap?” The man with the mustache asked the man with the Mohawk. He watches as he buckles you into your seat.

“Yea, Cap. All good to go.” The man with the Mohawk sits on the other side of you, everyone takes their seats while the man with the moustache goes up to the front of the van to drive.

The can starts with a rumble and it scares you. You tense up and the man to your right chuckles a little bit.

The ride is completely silent, except for a little bit of weeping from the middle aged woman across from you. You dissociate for the ride, tired and exhausted. The man to your left checks your pulse a couple of times, checking your pupils to see if you have a concussion.

You definitely have a concussion, but you're lucky it’s not currently life threatening.

The van slowly comes to a stop after an unknown amount of time. The driver and the passenger get out first, walking around to the back of the van to open it up. You are unbuckled from your seat first, and you are passed into the arms of a man with a skull mask.

He doesn’t say a word to you at all, he walks you to a tent set up with a Red Cross on the tarp. You look back to the van, the other civilians as being lead to the same tent as well.

Some of your blood has gotten into the man’s uniform, but he doesn’t really seem to mind. Blood isn’t much of a concern for him.

He sets you down on a cot, and the medics are all over you, cleaning, stitching, disinfecting. They inject you with some sort of painkiller so that they can set your arm without you fighting them.

When they are all done, you are clean and all of your wounds are properly taken care of. Your arm has been properly set, the wound on the side of your head has been stitched up, and you have an IV in your arm.

Now, you are sat down on the cot again, still in your bloody clothes as the man with the moustache sits down in a still in front of you. He’s been interviewing all of the civilians for any information that they might have. Anything is useful at this point.

“Hey there, my name is John. What’s your name?” He asks quietly, tilting his head as you raise your head to look at him. The man with the mask is standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest.

“Uh.. Y/n” you say to him in a small voice, he nods as you speak, trying to seem as non threatening as possible. It’s very difficult to not seem intimidating when he’s currently armed to the teeth with a scary guard dog behind him.

“What do you remember, Y/n? Any strange men..? Explosions..?” He waits for you to respond, he can tell that you are currently thinking pretty hard. It’s difficult to think in a situation like this if you’re not trained to handle the stress.

“I was hit by an explosion..” you answer, watching his face carefully.

“Yeah? Keep telling me about that.” He waits patiently for you. Talking to traumatized civilians is an art form, you need to be really careful, don’t push too hard or too fast.

“I was leaving a bookstore.. and it was across the street from me..” you continued, he stays silent, mentally taking note of everything you're saying.

“I.. that’s all I remember.” You mumble, feeling a little bad that you don’t know anything else that would be helpful to them.

The man nods, grateful for the little bit of information that you gave him. Bookstore near where they picked you up. Plenty of information. They can hack into the security cameras and look for anything suspicious before the attacks started.

“That’s very helpful, thank you Y/n.” He says gently, patting you on your shoulder and standing up.

“Get some rest ok? We’ll get you a proper bed soon enough, yeah?” He tucks a blanket around you before he leaves with the man in the mask. You and the other civilians are left in the tent with two medics routinely checking up on the four of you.

Now that you have told them what you saw, you can’t really leave. You are a witness, and you could be killed if they let you go. They have no choice but to keep you here, even if your family was able to take you in.

and i’m supposed to be normal about this???

⭑I͙ 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ; 💭 about room-sharing with 𝓙𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝓟𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 and 𝓢𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝓡𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚.

lord help me, i struggle with a deep greed when it comes to choosing between the two of them.

🗒️ ; 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 I͙⭑ NSFW | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

implied threesome. partner-sharing. secret sex.

“budge’ing.” john left it up to initially, handing simon his usual and spare room key. the white and logo’d plastic piece looked small in his large hands— something you were sure to take note of. it wasn’t that he minded the room-sharing, no. it was you who he wasn’t so sure about, and whether or not if you were still completely off the table.

you tried to be quiet the first time it had happened, really. it was john who wasn’t even attempting, battering his balls against your unused hole with every thrust upward into your straddling hips. simon stretched his cock out to the lewd sounds of your silenced, small moans, muffling out and past his commanding officer’s hand; filling the medium-sized room even more the longer it went on.

but the second time, simon was invited to join. “lieutenant, yeeaah dovie— jus’ like tha’,” john’s gravely voice called out to him in the dark, knowing that he was kneading himself to the displayed fun under his covers. such a fucked up thing, having him listen in to his little bird squirm and squeak like a little chew toy begging to be ripped apart by gnashing, desperate teeth. “wanna know wha’ she’s like, yeah .ᐣ ” he asked him, rhetorically. “i know ya do.” he dangled you over him like a prize to be won— proud of his possession, but not too selfish to share. “have a try, lad.” and as the good soldier he was, like with every other one he’s ever been instructed to follow before, simon listened to his captain’s order.

but tonight was different. the unspoken agreement had gotten the three of you thus far, simon only having his dick sucked off up until now. yet, john still stuffed you full. sliding yourself up and down on his slick shaft, you put on a film for all who was watching— but price paid no mind to his colleague. chasing, grabbing hands slammed your hips into his, picking up the pace to a quicker one than he usually used. “fuck.” john groaned, lifting your legs off of him just in time to catch his cum from filling you. a breathy moan later, ropes of white sputtered out and onto his stomach. he rested you to his thighs before completing a single sit-up. a kiss on the forehead, a discarded shirt-swipe, and a few lights out later, john was snoring.

but simon wasn’t.

simon was still fucking his fist, sure to not let his hardened cock soften out. he dare not waste a load built off of the sounds and moans from your bouncing body. simon was used to being disregarded, often left to play with himself. in fact, he didn’t mind it at all. he’d kept his spare pillow at his groin, grinding against it to catch all the clear stickiness that was leaking from his tip. simon tried his best to mimic the scene, fucking up into his pillow and swelling at the rhythmic shifts his fingers would make over his flushed skin.

“si .ᐣ ” a softer tone called for him now, it was the first time he had heard his own name cried out so sweetly in one of these rooms. but he was far wiser than to speak, only shifting to sit somewhat up, simon’s large frame moved in the lonelier bed.

the first failed attempt stopped you from making another, unsure of where the lines of your boundaries lie. you heart was racing, having just been fucked, but still left so unfulfilled; how could john do such a thing to you .ᐣ to leave your pussy still dripping, satiating with such a lube-induced tingling heat. it would start to hurt if you left it for too long.

you didn’t even bother to try and lie to yourself; skipping the plunging act of your fingers dipping into where he just was, it would never compare to the solidarity a thrusting, throbbing cock could provide. your heartbeat thumped in both of your eardrums, your body was left to fend for itself, pulsing in the motionless, cool sheets— but simon’s were still moving.

sure not to wake him, your leg slipped out of the sheathing fabric, down and onto the ground, you felt your right heel connect to the surface of the floor. sliding out, your body’s naked appeal shined in the window’s provided moonlight. simon’s hand quickened over his weeping cock, he watched on as you practically crawled into his bed.

his eyes were sparkling in the night’s light, silent mouths left so much unsaid; but his eyes heard it all. what was he to do when the bait so willingly stepped herself into the trap .ᐣ he was tossing the pillow aside to make room for you to replace it. simon’s toying hand pulled back only to place a silencing ‘shh’ sign to his mouth, one side of his pointer finger kissed his lips. he needed to think.

it was only a moment before you were sinking his finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it to show him how needy you were being; how quickly he could skip into it all if he really wished to. the feeling reminded him, he couldn’t help but shiver with a groan. simon’s hands kneaded your hips in a grinding force to slide your cunt from the tip of his shaft to the base of his balls and back. he was as desperate as you were. lost in the trance, simon was louder than he should have been in between your kisses. your covering hand shoved to his mouth to replace your lips, but it was too late.

john had coughed. semi-waking him, the careless sounds of you two were enough to shuffle him in his bed. you both had stilled, freezing in place and sure not to even so much as breathe. the captain’s shoulders turned, his silhouette showing he’d shifted to his side for the night. his back was facing you, thankfully. what a predicament you both have found yourself in. still, it did not stop simon. his hips kept humping, he leaned into the palm of you hand— and shook his head ‘yes’, ready to pull the snare for sure.

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Kyle Garrick’s pretty little missus in a pale pink babydoll dress, riding his cock like her life depends on it. The aching after-op fatigue leaving him brainless and unable to take control, but still so desperate to be inside her. She bounces up and down in his favorite rhythm, clutching his hands and whispering just how much she’s missed this. And Kyle’s in heaven, his dilated pupils focusing on the flounce of her lingerie, the scrunch of her soft features as she chases her own pleasure using his thick cock. The obscene stretch of her puffy cunt around him is his favorite feeling in the world. The fact that he’s permitted to have and hold something so pure, so untouched by the rot that’s infected his worldview makes him feel almost guilty for spilling his seed deep inside her. Like the release she milks out of him just might condemn her to the same hell he’s destined for. He praises her softly as she grinds her way through her own messy, shuddering release. Later that night when she lies sleeping next to him, Kyle’s warm hand around her stomach that will no doubt be home to his child soon, he closes his eyes. Kyle Garrick prays to a god he’s never believed in to be the man worthy of her gentleness, of the love of the life growing within her. He prays to be something more than a trigger finger and deadly efficiency. He prays to be as warm as you are.

During a storm, Gaz and his crew find an island. They decide to stay here for a few days, just until the weather calms down. One evening, Gaz goes out to look around the island and finds reader watching him from the water📽️

Gaz and a mermaid!! For some reason my brain went hmm this one should be creepy lmao probably bc I just watched the backrooms and that kind of influenced this one. I hope you like it still! ❤️

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader except for mermaid features, CW death mention, horror elements, mermaid! Reader, pirate! Gaz, a bit of hurt/comfort, fluff (?)

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Gaz looks at the broken pieces of his life laid out before him on the sharp rocks. Pieces of the broken hull, a part of the mast, and piece of a sail. All splintered wood, sharp edges and torn fabric. The wind and rain pours down upon him like a hail storm, blunt and cold, hitting his skin like icicles as he stares at what’s left of the ship like a fish out of water.

(Severely fem!Injured!Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley)

Sfw: fluff and angst?

Tw: blood

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You could barely remember the evac. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost hovered in your blurred panicked tear filled vision. Their voices were all muffled. You've gotten scars from bullets before, but this was the first time you felt yourself drift a little. You felt your conscience slowly fade, you fought to stay awake while Soap screamed in your face. Ghost slapped your face a little too hard prevent you from closing your eyes. Gaz kept pressing down on the pain in your abdomen. You lifted your fingers from the bullet wound to your face to see the blood covering your fingers. A hand grabbed your face while another forcefully put your hand down. You made eye contact with Ghost who seemed to be talking to you, maybe yelling? You couldn't tell with the mask and limited hearing. Your mind couldn't register anything but the pain as the adrenaline slowly faded. Your eyes struggled to focus on Ghost, you tried to focus on his eyes but your vision kept blurring in and out.

They need to stop worrying so much, you knew you'd be alright, maybe...

Your breathing slowed and your breaths shallowed. Why was breathing so hard all of a sudden? Every breath you took felt like it took more energy out of you than it took to run a lap. Your body was roughly shook again by Ghost.

Why was he freaking out so much?

"Stop freaking out, I'm tired." Your lips moved but you couldn't hear yourself nor anything around. Your chest felt like it was caving in on itself, all while your abdomen stung like crazy.

You could feel the pressure on your wound get tighter. "Im gonna be alright, yeah?" You tried to speak again only to hear nothing but the loud ringing in your ears.

Your hands were taken and squeezed by Soap, pressure still being applied by Gaz, and Ghost holding your face to keep looking at his eyes. Anytime you tried to drift he'd snap you back awake. You took a sharp breath, shot a small glare, and the cycle would repeat.

In another quick moment you were being placed on a stretcher and quickly brought down to the med bay. The lights overhead were too bright. Sounds slowly came back to you and loud beeping noises screamed in your ears. Every sound fading in and out started to pierce your senses. Pain...

Pain is all you felt...

Pain was all you could feel.

Your abdomen felt like it was pierced clean through. You bit down on the inside of your mouth, weakly. You could feel yourself gasping for air but your chest wouldn't bring in more.

You heard your name faintly be called to. "Everything hurts." You wheeze out."

A figure pops into your vision. It's Ghost. You've never seen such worry in his eyes. He's usually so stoic and calm.

"You're gonna be alright, okay?" Ghost shakes you a little on the stretcher. "Just stay with me-"

"Lieutenant, we'll take it from here." Another nurse steps in rushing the stretcher away without leaving much room to object.

"Wait- no-" you try to move your arm only for a sharp pain to envelop your body again. You grit your teeth while suppressing a pained noise.

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"I can't feel my legs-" you panicked. You were partially up trying to sit yourself up right. You tried everything in yourself to move your legs, but they wouldn't respond. You could feel cold air and the rough fabric of the blanket on your legs, but you couldn't feel the control you once had over your body. Your breathing grew a little heavier causing you to wheeze. The heart monitor started beeping faster as your panic settled in.

You pushed yourself more, propping yourself up with an arm and the other arm driving a fist into your leg. You needed to feel something. Something in your legs. Not being able to move your legs even through your own inflicted pain, you sobbed.

This could potentially be the end of your career. It won't be easy to come back from this level of an injury.

The room was dark and quiet aside from the panicking heart monitor. The window to the room brought in very little light. A quiet patter of rain hit the ground outside.

You moved the thin blanket off of your legs to see the damage done. They were bruised and scratched up from the last operation. You tried to make your toes wiggle, but only cold hospital air hit your bare skin. You moved your arm a little, noticing the IV in your arm, tubbed up to a clear bag with some clear liquid. You grabbed onto your leg, and tossed it over the side of the bed. You did the same to the other leg.

You were determined to try and stand up, maybe things would get better. Maybe you could prove that you were fine, not weak. Using your arms to push yourself off the bed, you only crumbled to the ground with a thud. The tubes and wires that connected your body to the machines started wailing as the heart monitor and I.V. disconnected from the devices. All you could feel was the pain of the bruising and cuts all along your legs and the harsh stinging in your abdomen. You wheezed trying to gasp for air. You could feel a warm liquid pool into the thick bandages and hospital gown form your torso.

Your eyes welled up with tears. You wouldn't be able to keep serving like this. You would be discharged if you couldn't recover fast enough. You couldn't just leave the others. They needed you- you needed them. You couldn't just go back to being a civilian. Not with all the blood on your hands. Not with all the crimes you've committed just to keep people safe. Any and everything would come back to haunt you, eat at you until there was none left. You raised your hands to punch your legs again.

"Please just work!" You drove your knuckles into your thighs.

You didn't have any family to return to. Not willingly at least. You just couldn't go back.

You raised your fist again to drive it back down to your useless legs, but a hand caught your wrist in the air. Your eyes snapped up wildly to see Ghost tiredly standing over you. His figure was blurry but recognizably him.

"Don' do that." His grip on your wrist loosened when he saw the tears run down your face.

"I can't move my legs-" You sobbed hysterically. Ghost crouched down to carefully pick you up. He helped you move your legs so they weren't in an unnatural position. He hooked his arms underneath your legs and behind your back, he slowly lifted you up while watching for any signs of pain coming from you. You grimaced and bit the inside of your cheek as more strain was put on your wound. He gently set you back down onto the stiff bed, laying you down as you quietly cried.

A nurse frantically rushed into the room after hearing all the buzzing machines go off. Ghost carefully moved your legs so they were laying back down comfortably. To an extent. The nurse quickly moved the tubes and wires back in place so the machine would stop freaking out..

Ghost had woken up to the loud squealing of the heart monitor, his heart dropped the moment he processed the flatlining noise. His head shot up to see you tumble off the edge of the bed onto the floor. He got to your side as fast as he could. His heart broke a little when he saw you devastated on the ground. It hurts to watch someone be hurt. He couldn't bear to watch you drive yourself into more pain. You were already in so much pain, you didn't need more.

Your heartbroken laments hurt more than anything. He knew what it was like to feel useless, but he's never gone through anything as physically debilitating such as losing mobility in his limbs. He's gotten himself out of situations, barely escaping death with his skin and bones still intact.

The nurse got all the medication and machines back in order.

"May I take a look at the bandages?" The nurse quietly asks. You nod and swallow your remaining sobs. "I just need to make sure you didn't rip any stitches."

Ghost steps back from the bed, observing from the side. Your hand rests to your side reaching out towards Ghost. He hesitantly steps back forth to gently take your hand.

Ghost watched the nurse like a hawk. The nurse carefully cleaned away the fresh blood that spilled out and put in a new stitch. Observing your own wounds as well. Clean bandages were now in place and the nurse left the room, not before scolding you for tearing the stitch in the first place. Ghost let out a heavy sigh, sitting down in his chair.

You sniffled quietly.

"I'm gonna be discharged from service aren't I?" You ask. You already knew the truth, but wanted someone to confirm it.

Ghost stayed silent. Because it was true. You weren't in shape to continue right now and you'd only be replaced by some other rando if they so needed. If your condition didn't improve at a steady pace, your chances of staying were slim. There was still a chance, but slim.

You turned your head to look at Ghost. The look in his eyes was almost apologetic.

"I won't be able to see you guys anymore.." you turned away fighting back more tears from falling.

"That's not true." He squeezed your hand in an attempt to comfort you a little. But it felt like a half lie. You knew very well how demanding this job was. You worked it. Sometimes there's nothing, other times it's back to back. He wouldn't be able to keep up with you easily. He could certainly try, but eventually he would stop showing up.

He didn't want to get your hopes up. But he didn't want to let you down either.

"I can force Johnny and Kyle to come with me. And I'll force them to see you when I can't" Ghost says.

You stare back at the ceiling, a tear still rolling down the side of your face. Ghost lifted his gloved hand to wipe the tear away.

"I'll see what I can do for you." Ghost carefully rubbed your chin, in hopes to comfort you a little bit.

His soft action surprised you. Your breathing shuttered as you tried to prevent yourself from sobbing again. Ultimately failing, your vision blurred even more as more tears flowed down the side of your face. You could feel how puffed up and heavy your eyelids were from all the sobbing and crying.

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You woke up again to the loud and repetitive beeping of the heart monitor. You took in a breath only to shutter in pain as your whole chest and abdomen surged with pain once again. You clenched your jaw as you grunted. You tried to push yourself up on the thin mattress only for a hand to stop you, gently on your shoulder. Your mind felt fogged up, nothing felt clear.

You turned your head to see the Lieutenant in place beside your bed.

"Ghost?" You say.

"Don't get up." He pulls his hand away slowly then sits back into the chair beside you.

"What's going on?" Your mind was a scramble, nothing felt right. The last thing you could remember was shooting down the roof of a building. Your surroundings were dark, so you utilized night vision. "You were injured." Ghost says.

You look down at yourself and lift up the thin hospital blanket to reveal your bandaged form.

"Was the operation successful?" You were worried the team had to pull out because of you. You already felt guilty that the team retreated because of your sustained injuries.

"Yes, we were lucky to drag you out of there." Ghost sank into the chair a little bit.

In truth Ghost couldn't handle losing another good soldier in action. Even though he would never admit it to their faces, had grown fond of you and Soap. You both being the two most genuine people to understand him, and live a similar lifestyle to his. He trusted both you and Soap with his life, in return he made sure he did the same.

You stared up at the plain white ceiling. "What happened before you were hurt?" Ghost asked cautiously.

You tried to recall the rest of your memory. "I was flanked from behind." Your hand moved over the top of the bandage around your abdomen. "I fell from the roof after being shot, I think... I can't remember well enough, my mind is all fuzzy."

"The medication will do that." Ghost says looking up to the IV bag steadily being pumped into your arm.

A sense of doom and failure washed over your body. Ghost saw it in your eyes, he saw that all too familiar look on your face. That emotion that comes after knowing you've failed something or someone.

"You should rest." Ghost says while watching over you.

You turn your head to look at him. Your head rested on the pillow beneath your head, not the most comfortable but better than nothing. Ghost looked tired, his eyes couldn't hide the exhaustion he was feeling. If you hadn't known him for so long, you wouldn't have noticed anything. But you've really learned to see the subtle changes in his eyes.

"You're tired too." You quietly say.

"'M fine." Ghost blinks trying to hide the tiredness away. You frown. He sighs. "Just rest up." You nod silently and close your eyes.

Ghost watches over you, listening to the beeping heart monitor. Usually he would hate the noise but with how close he was to losing you, each beep was a reminder to the fact you were still there.

Your breathing was still shallow but your chest moved up and down more steeply lately. The moment he saw you breathe normally again was the moment his head finally started to calm. The bullet you took hit you just in the wrong way, so your diaphragm struggled to keep moving your lungs. Your chest still struggled to take in air, but you were breathing properly again.

He's spent the last two days by your side. The task force had slowly become like a real family to him. He remembered Soap carrying you in his arms. You were limp, blood soaking your gear onto Soap's. Ghost could remember the moment he rushed towards you and Soap taking you into his own arms then rushing back to the helicopter to lay you down. No matter how hard he tried to stay at a distance, the last human aspect of him still alive always craved that outreach for a connection with anyone close enough. Soap told him he found you on the ground barely breathing. You were just barely hanging onto a thread, zoning in and out.

He was just glad you have you safe now. The heart monitor eased out again along with your breathing. Ghost leaned forwards and placed his arms by your side. He carefully leaned his head on his arms, cushioning himself. The beeping quietly faded out of his auditory perception as he drifted off, knowing you were okay.

-

You held onto the support rails, kicking one foot in front of the other. Your body shook with each step, your arms supporting the majority of your weight on the bars.

"You're improving so much bonnie!" Johnny praised beside you. He held his hand behind your back spotting every step you took. "At this rate you'll be able to be back and running in no time!"

Over the past month you've worked up the ability to start moving your legs just a little bit. First it started with your toes, then your ankles very minimally. Now you're in the process of relearning how to walk again.

It felt like such a humiliating process, just not very long ago you were walking and running around without much worry. Now you're struggling to keep your knees from buckling under your own weight. But despite all of that, physical therapy almost everyday was helping you improve at a rapid pace. You had some hope to continue serving once you've recovered.

Your knees shook and gave out underneath you. Johnny quickly caught you before you landed hard onto the floor mat. He carefully lowered you to the ground, letting you pull yourself from underneath the bars.You stared down at the ground. The mental toll of such a large change made you feel useless. You fought back some of the tears that threatened to form. You took in a sharp breath before trying to move away from the bars. Even with all the recent improvement you still didn't feel like you were doing good enough.

"You got much further today than yesterday! You're doing a very good job." Johnny hooked his hand underneath your arms and hoisted you up to your wheelchair.

You hated having your teammates and nurses help you with so much. It definitely took a hard jab in your bruised dignity. Ghost was sent out on duty just the week prior, if things went well he should be back soon.

"I hate this." You quietly said while settling into the chair, getting ready to leave. Johnny grabbed your backpack of necessities off the ground and hooked it to the back of your wheelchair.

"I'm sorry bon.." Johnny gently brushed his hands over your shoulders. "Heard Ghost was on his way back today."

"Really?" Your watery eyes widened and Johnny smirked. You choked out an embarrassed cough turning back around to face away from him. Your face warmed up uncomfortably with the embarrassment. With the wild mixture of embarrassment and storm of thoughts of uselessness, you had to fight back any tear that threatened to drop. You could tell Johnny was trying to cheer you up a little.

"Mmhmm, a little birdie told me he'd be home later this evening. I don't know when 'this evening' will be, but he's making his way back." Johnny chuckled a little, he pushed your chair along out of the room and through the medical wing.

You were finally stable enough to be back in your own room in the main base. Of course with constant check-ins to see your improving condition.

A small... A big part of you was excited for Ghost to be back. The others have been seeing you slowly improve over the last week and a half. Somedays you felt like you've improved a lot while other days you felt like you made no progress. Today just seemed to be one of those days.

So, you waited. You hung around Johnny for the majority of the day. Watched some inaccurate action show in the rec-room, ate a little bit of takeout (against doctor's wishes, rebellion obviously encouraged by Johnny.)

It was late by now and your eyelids weren't staying open much longer. The glow of the tv was the only thing illuminating the room. You comfortably curled yourself into the arm of the couch mindlessly watching the tv still waiting for Ghost to return.

"Johnny?"

"Hm?" He hums.

"Wake me when he's here." You yawn letting your eyes close, succumbing to the will of sleep and rest.

"Alright bon." He quietly and tiredly says.

You wanted to stay awake for him, but your body wouldn't listen to your mind.

Johnny glanced over at you. Earlier you hauled your legs up onto the couch and beside you.

Johnny's eyes wandered back to the tv, debating whether he should turn it off or keep the show running as background noise.

A quiet click from the door caught Johnny's attention. He turned his head to see the door quietly open with the Lieutenant. Johnny smiled and waved silently. He glanced back in your direction then back at Ghost.

Ghost's eyes were tired, he always looked more exhausted when he returned from operations. But this time there was a small spark in his eyes. Johnny couldn't exactly pinpoint what that spark was but he had a small idea of what it could be.

He always had a small idea that Ghost had a soft spot for the bon-you-despite him either denying it or just not expressing it. Johnny knew better than to believe his halfassed lies. He's worked long enough with Ghost that he's picked up some of his antics.

Johnny tilted his head towards you. Ghost's eyes followed where Johnny was directing to. His eyes softened upon seeing you asleep on the couch.

"She was waiting for you." Johnny whispered.

Simon could feel his chest swell. He carefully set his things down, making his way to the side of the couch. He gently rested his gloved hand on your arm. You stirred a little, then let out a heavy sigh. Simon's lips quirked up a little underneath the mask.

Johnny watched the both of you interact. He's only really seen Ghost like that towards you. He could understand why he's taken such a strong liking to you. You were a loyal and trustworthy person, you were strong and fought for what's right in the grand scheme of things.

Your eyes fluttered open to see Ghost crouched in front of you. Your eyes widened as you took in a deep breath.

"You're back-" your voice was quiet and tired. You glanced towards Johnny. "How long was I asleep?"

Johnny shrugs while smirking. "He just got here."

You turned back to Ghost. "How are you?"

"'M alright." Ghost fully sat on the ground in front of you. "How's everything with you?"

"I've been improving, the others can testify." You smile tiredly.

"You'll just have to show me progress when you can and I'll be there." His thumb rubs the back of your hand.

"I'll hold you to it." You say.

"I know you will. I'll just attend debrief in the morning then I'll find you." Ghost promised.

Johnny raised a brow from the side, his smirk widening a little more. Ghost never makes promises, seeing his stone cold Lieutenant have such... a cold heart was nearly like whiplash. So out of character for him. But it was nice to see Ghost open up at all to someone. He truly needs it.

"You're both should head to bed, I'll clean up in here." Johnny suggests.

Ghost and you glance over at him. You turned back subconsciously yawning. "That's a good idea." Ghost says, he stands up and grabs your wheelchair, which was pushed off to the side, out of the way.

You push your legs off the couch and utilize your minimal movement to move your legs in front of you. Ghost moves the chair so you can move yourself onto the seat. He helps you get comfortable in the seat before pulling the chair away from the couch and picking up his stuff.

"Goodnight you two." Johnny says as Ghost wheels you out. He gives an offhanded wave and you quietly bid your farewell.

The walk... The roll down the hall was quiet. The halls were empty and dark during the ungodly hour. Ghost stopped at your door and used the spare key he kept on this keychain. He pushed the door open as he got the door unlocked and gently pushed your chair in.

"Thank you." You quietly say as he pushed the chair to the side of your bed. "You really didn't have to do this, I know you must be very tired. You know after getting back and all."

"It's not an issue." He shrugs. "I don't mind."

You lean forwards and push the blanket to the side of the mattress.

Ghost silently and gently put his arm underneath your knees and his other arm around your back. Used to the routine, you hooked your own arm around his neck letting him lift you off the chair and onto the bed.

"How are your legs?" He asks as he lowers you down onto the mattress.

"They're okay, sometimes they hurt other times they don't." You watch as he carefully tucks the pillow underneath your head. Ghost moves his hands over your legs to move them into a more comfortable position.

"Doctors said I was only partially paralyzed, over time I'll be able to walk and run again." You say. "If I work hard enough."

Ghost hums. "Don't overexert yourself."

"I wont, I wont." You roll your eyes.

"Good." He pulls the blanket over your body. "I don't like seeing you so injured." His voice falters a little. He stared quietly for another moment before sitting himself on the edge of the bed.

Your face drooped a little. "Well, I'm here and that's all that matters. I hope."

Ghost glances to the side down at you. His eyes held your gaze tenderly. A rare sight to behold. A thing you noticed was how tender he was to you after your incident. You've never seen him act like this before then.

"You've been acting a lot different lately." You quietly say, confronting him. "I'm not complaining, just curious.”

Ghost stared down at you then turned his face away. Ghost could feel the words stuck in his throat.

'Because I care more than I should.' He wanted to say but couldn't work himself to say a word. He felt your fingers graze the top of his hand. He stared forwards, still stuck on whether he should speak his mind or keep things the way they were.

He's never been this attached to anyone. Even Johnny, who he thinks very highly of. He curses to himself for getting so emotionally attached to you. getting emotionally attached to anyone in this line of work was looking for trouble. Leaving too much room for vulnerability. And yet here he was, torn between his duty and his emotional attachments.

He can't just let go of this attachment now. He knows it would hurt even more. And you didn't deserve that, not during this time.

He liked the way things were currently. He was content with his relationships with the others in the task force. They all had each other's backs, and they were his brothers in arms. But of course the moment you entered you had to break that all down and fit yourself perfectly on the throne centering his life.

Any sort of feeling before was repressed for professionalism, and to maintain a good relationship with you as a 'coworker' or 'teammate.' The moment he saw Johnny hold your bloodied body struggling to breathe, he could feel himself break little by little. All his repressed emotions and feelings simply resurfaced tenfold.

He couldn't lose someone so talented and skilled. You were valuable in his eyes. More so he couldn't lose someone so unique and special. He couldn't lose you. He's spent so many of his years abandoning people by watching them die in front of him because he couldn't help or save them. So many souls haunt him in his dreams. He wouldn't be able to handle it if you or anyone else on the team died in front of him. He would blame himself for as long as he lived. Even in the afterlife he wouldn't be surprised if he was dragged to hell by the people he couldn't save.

You stayed silent, leaving room for him to speak if he wished. Your hand fully rested on top of his hand. "You should probably go rest, I think you need it more than me right now."

Ghost simply nodded. He kept sitting on the edge of the bed for a little longer before moving to stand.

"Ghost?"

He pauses. He turns and sits again. "Stop." He says, shaking his head.

You grow with confusion. "What?"

"Stop calling me that off duty." He says.

"...Lieutenant Riley?" You test smirking a little, rather amused.

He sighs with defeat. "Just call me by my first."

"That feels disrespectful." You squint at him trying to figure out if this was a trap.

"It feels weird when you bring up my callsign and ranking in private." He pokes your forehead.

"...Simon." You say hesitantly.

Simon's eyes soften like before. "Yes?"

"I'm really glad you're back." You say relaxing into the mattress, finally letting sleep take hold.

Simon didn't want this moment to end. He knew he didn't deserve this tenderness. So he savored the moment. He lifted his hand and carefully brushed a few strands of hair out of your face.

He leaned down to press his forehead against yours. Your heart lurched in your chest.

"G'night, [Name]." He whispered then pressed a small but tender peck on your forehead. The fabric of his mask was a little scratchy but you didn't care in the slightest.

"Goodnight, Simon." You whisper back, closing your eyes. The small kiss still lingering and tingling on your forehead.

Simons lifts himself and quietly heads out of the room and shuts the door with a small click.

He let out a heavy breath that he was holding the whole time.

"What's got you all flustered L.T?" Johnny smugly stands in front of his own door.

"Go to bed, sergeant." Simon groans annoyed. Johnny must always ruin the moment.

"Okay, okay!" Johnny chuckles while closing the door behind himself.

Only silence remained after. Simon could feel the emotions rushing back as he kept thinking about the moment over and over in his head, replaying it all.

-

Simon held his hands close to your back as you supported yourself on the two beams on each of your sides. Each step you took was wobbly but you were making progress with every step.

Simon couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride every time you mounted a victory over another obstacle. Seeing you progress and stabilize yourself over time made him unbelievably happy.

With the past few sessions of physical therapy, you've made it through the whole thing without falling once. The moment you realized your face was full of joy. Seeing your happiness made his heart swell every single time. All he wanted to do each time was to scoop you up and give you a big bear hug. Something like what Johnny would do, the feeling was so overwhelming he didn't know what to do with himself.

You made it to the end of the bars where your chair was waiting. You collapsed into the chair with a heavy sigh of relief.

Relearning to walk was definitely not for the weak. With Simon by your side as much as he could, you were happy. You worked hard everyday to get back to where you were initially.

"You did very well today." Simon says while pushing your chair out of the med bay. You went over to see a doctor to check up on the progress of your leg mobility.

The doctor said you'd be able to regain most of not all your ability to walk and run again within a few months time. It's a slow going process, but you wouldn't have to be fully discharged. Most likely moved to a different job to still help contribute. Maybe something like intelligence similar to Kate Laswell.

Simon silently hoped you wouldn't be back on the field for a long time. It was a subconscious silent prayer he prayed for the moment he gained any sort of attachment to you.

"Thanks," you smiled while looking down at your hands in your lap. "I like seeing the hard work pay off. I hate slow working processes."

"I know." He huffs a small laugh.

The hall was fairly empty except for the few soldiers here and there.

"You're a stubborn person." Simon says. "You don't give up easily." He liked that about you. That's one thing he believed you both had in common. You both were so resilient to every obstacle, willing to work around and not just give up. Giving up would have cost his life many times. You should know that by now.

Simon stopped in front of your door. It was late by now, you both spent a good chunk of the day working out and spending the rest of the time in the doctor's office. What an eventful day...

He unlocked the door and pushed it open. He pushed you in and over to the restroom.

He asks if you wanted help, to which you shyly agreed to. He gave you privacy when you wanted it and came back in when you let him. When it came to showering you always faced away from him, while he made sure you were taken care of and respected.

Once you were out of the shower he always made sure you had your change of clothing already ready on the small counter. He also would check up on the stitches on your bullet wound, making sure the area wasn't swelling up weirdly. He would carefully clean the surrounding area and reapply bandages over the affected area. The bullet wound still felt raw and sore when poking at it. He knew you could have done it yourself, but he just did a lot of things without being asked to. Plus he wanted to care for you. He felt like you were his own responsibility.

"Thank you." You say quietly while trying to maneuver onto your mattress.

Simon moves the chair away from the bed and kneels by your side. His hands carefully lift your legs onto the bed. You use your limited motion to get a little more comfortable. Simon then sits on the edge of the bed beside you. Your hand automatically finds his and covers the top his hand. Simon stiffened a little then relaxed into your touch. He glanced down at you. He looked the most calm he's ever been.

"I'm thankful for ya." You say while rubbing your thumb on the top of his hand.

You could tell his mouth quirked a little underneath the painted balaclava, you could see it in his eyes. You smiled in return.

"I care for you." Simon slowly says as if he's testing the words on his own tongue. "More than I should."

"Well I feel honored." You say trying to fight back your smile from widening. Because it was true. You felt incredibly honored to be cared for by Simon, the Ghost. Your heart did flips in your chest after hearing Simon say it.

Simon was a person to save his breath and speak when necessary. So when he says something, it usually means something.

Simon didn't know what to say after. He felt like he spoke his mind enough. Your arms opened up and you had this magnetic pull. Simon leaned forwards to fall over your chest avoiding the sore wound in your side.

He wrapped his arms around you gently and buried his face in the warm crook of your neck. The brush of his face tingled your skin.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." You quietly mumbled. Your arms and hands rested around him holding the back of his head close to you. Simon felt his muscles stiffen, this whole interaction felt odd but so right at the same time.

He felt... comfortable.

He closed his eyes, relaxing his own body around yours... He didn't want this to end.

You could feel Simon relax. You couldn't help but feel a little proud knowing he could relax around you. You closed your eyes and leaned your face onto his.

"I care for you a lot too." You whisper quietly letting sleep wash over like a tidal wave.

That evening, you and Simon slept like two little rocks.

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Hello hello! Fellow avocado here, i am not sure how i feel about posting my reader insert fanfics on this platform. Ive been really hesitant about the idea but i remembered 13 year old me had the courage to make and post reader insert fanfics about sans undertale on wattpad 🥀

So honestly it was worth the shot ngl

(A third wheel just adds to the balence right?)

Movie night on the couch? There's room for one more

Oh we're baking? Better make enough for the three of them

Aww you're cuddling? Good thing Johnny loves dog piling cuddling for hours

Good night kisses?!? Don't forget Johnny or he'll be whining and complaining for hours the next morning…

Part of the barracks being remodeled? Well I guess Johnny could stay with them for a couple nights… yeah he never moved out

And because he moved in with them,what better time to get a new bed than now? After all, how are three people going to fit on a queen size bed?

Because it's totally normal for Ghost, his partner,...and Johnny "Soap" Mctavish to eat,sleep,work,laugh,breathe,and live together.

(People on base stopped asking questions months ago, but some wonder if the three of you even know you're in a throuple?)

Like one time when it was late at night, the base was quiet, the sounds of the lights buzzing overhead as they gave off a soft orange hue to the medical wing.

You were packing away some extra gauze in the spare supplies closet, and when you turned around and say a massive still figure smack dap in front of you- well, you hit the floor pretty hard.

Poor Soap just wanted to take a walk around the place, he couldn’t sleep so he thought maybe a walk around the place would help. Didn’t think he’d be standing over your stiff body, thinking he literally scared you to death.

Or that time when you where in the rec room and some loud sound sets off, one of the demolitions on the other side of the place had accidentally gone off, sending off a massive explosion sound- and inevitably the fire alarm.

You dropped your coffee mug, glass shattering on the ground as you drop. Everyone was starting to see if the place was ok, if everyone was accounted for. Wasn’t until an hour later when Gaz was doing a sweep of the rec room when he spotted you.

You were stiff, eyes glazed over, your mouth slightly open and stuck there. You smelled rancid, like rot a decay, like you where left there for days in on end. Didn’t help that the mug you dropped was full of juice- red juice.

Safe to say he assumed the worse. He had started CPR without a second thought, but after a few pushes on your chest he went to go blow air in your mouth-

He almost shrieked when you flew flying upwards to sit up right, taking in a massive breath of air in. If Gaz wasn’t the trained Sergeant he was, he would have fainted right then and there.

Ghost was the worse of them all. He didn’t speak when he moved, didn’t make a sound when he walked- so there were multiple incidents of him making you drop “dead”.

Of course bb, tysm <33

Platonic Yandere 141 - Civilain

Being caught in the middle of a war zone was never fun, surviving it wasn’t fun either. The streets were dead silent, blood and bodies littered the streets.

You were caked in your own blood, you had a bad gash on the side of your head, you had hit your head faster, you were blown back by a shockwave.

Some sort of explosion had gone off nearby you when everything started. You had been knocked out, it looked like you were dead. You’re lucky to be alive right now.

Your eyes flutter open, your head aches, and you can barely push yourself up onto your elbows. The world spins around, your vision tunneling, ears ringing.

“Ow..” you mumble, feeling your head, you feel something wet and warm. You pull your hand back to look at what you touched. Your fingers are red with your own blood.

You hear gunshots in the distance, and your adrenaline overtakes your confusion. You crawl towards a still intact wall, pulling yourself over the road and you curl against the wall, hands over your ears. The gunfire isn’t that close, but it’s still very loud.

You need to do something about your head, you need to stop the bleeding, it’s running down the side of your head and into your clothes, it’s not a lot, but it’s enough.

You take off your jacket, wincing as you bend your arm a weird way. Fuck, is your arm broken…?

You don’t have the stomach to look as you peel your jacket off of your other arm. You take a corner of the fabric in between your teeth and you tear your jacket into strips.

You need to bandage your head and arm before the adrenaline wears off, or else you might not be able to bandage your wounds due to the pain.

You make a DIY pressure bandage for the wound on the side of your head, bunching up a strip of fabric, pressing it against the wound, and then finally wrapping another strip around your head to hold it in place.

You swallow, you need to take care of your arm now. Your face is pale and clammy, you are on the verge of passing out, but you need to push through this.

You flinch at the sound of more gunfire, closer this time. It’s so loud, it jerks you out of your daze. You shakily grab a piece of shattered wood, it’s long enough and straight enough to use as a splint.

You let out a noise of pain as you set your arm against the wood, you wrap it up tightly, you don’t want it to move at all. You cradle the wounded limo to your chest when you finish.

You curl into yourself tighter, as you hear more gunfire, an explosion in the distance. You can’t hear any screams, it’s like there is nobody left.

You close your eyes tightly, trying to make yourself small as you hear shuffling footsteps coming from down the alley behind the wall you are currently hiding behind.

You bite your tongue as you hear the cock of a gun and more footsteps.

“Anyone yet?” One voice murmurs, British. The familiar accent doesn’t soothe your fears of being killed.

“No one alive. Really cleared everyone out, huh?” Another voice says grimly, another British accent, you hear them shuffling around.

“We should go North.” The first voice suggests, “that’s where the highway out of the city is. More civvies heading that way.”

“Hm.. only thing we can really do..” the second voice reluctantly agrees. You panic. You’re so discombobulated, you don’t know which way is which. What if North is right by you? What if they see you?

They shuffle around the wall and you hear them pause right beside you. You can’t bring yourself to look at them, they definitely saw you.

“Found one, Roach.” You hear them step right in front of you, he slings his rifle over his back.

“Check their pulse first.” Gaz tells Roach, keeping watch as Roach kneels down in front of you. He takes off his glove and he pries his way through your hunched shoulders to the pulse point on your neck.

“Alive.. probably in shock.. head injury.. broken arm.” Roach mumbles, listing all of your injuries so that he can remember all of them.

“We need to move. See if they’ll walk with us.” Gaz checks around the wall, making sure that no one has followed them.

“Hey.. kiddo.. can you hear me?” He tries to use a soothing voice. You find yourself nodding a little bit into your knees.

“Can you stand?” He asks, already prepared to carry you anyway. You probably won’t walk fast enough in your state. He sighs when you don’t respond.

His arms slide underneath you, picking you up. He holds you with one arm, under your thighs, and the rest of you is leaning on his shoulder.

“Ow..” you mumble as he picks you up, the moment moving your broken arm.

“Sorry.” Roach mumbles, already moving. Gaz leads with his rifle drawn, checking around every corner and every doorway. Roach has his hand on his hand gun, ready to fire if need be.

“Gonna take you somewhere safe, yeah?” Roach murmurs to you, he goes silent as he hears his team in his earpiece. You’re close enough to faintly hear the words.

“Update… location…” is all you can really hear, you’re so tired, every step he takes sends a jolt of pain through your arm.

“Traveling north on 16 and 6, one civvie, head injury and broken arm. Over.” Roach says into his earpiece, he is still aware of his surroundings. He holds your head down when they pass by anything less than pleasant. Dead bodies and pools of blood. He doesn’t really want you to see any of that.

Gaz and Roach lead you to safety, an armoured military van. There are probably more people inside.

“Outside.” Gaz says into his earpiece, the back door of  the van opens, there are more people inside.

Hybrid!reader x Task Force 141

tags:

GN!reader

ONESHOT (nothing more after this lol)

Nonspecified Hybrid reader (I tried my best to not mention the species but know I had a dog in mind when writing this. I will be mentioning tail wags and whatnot; but multiple species with tails wag them, so it's fine, I hope)

Nonspecified nationality of reader. I want everyone to enjoy this.

2nd person POV ("You say..", "You smile..")

Price centered

cw:

angst question mark, there's more humour than anything..

Maybe mischaracterization of the Task Force?

I'm sorry but use of Y/N. I couldn't work around it.. I'M SORRYYYY

The lioness does not concern herself with the amount of words she wrote (>1k)

A/N: I saw how my Puppy!Hybrid!Reader post was getting attention again so I wanna write more hybrid stuff. Just that this reader is ~25 (an adult either way) so that they can have a job (idk man).

Oh and @sheepispink also kinda inspired me with her neglected Beta reader. Make sure to read her post!! ^^ (no a/b/o mentioned in my fic but yk)

Huge thanks to @floating--goblin for being my Beta reader ^^ (follow him on his art acc @floating-goblin-art )

NO AI USED IN WRITING THIS. ANY EM DASHES ARE WRITTEN BY A HUMAN!! RAHHHH

A hybrid. That's what everyone saw you as. Nothing more, but at least.. nothing less.

"Wake up." You're shaken awake by one of the caretakers at the facility. "Pack your bags. Someone chose you," he says before leaving your room.

'Your room'. It looked more like a prison cell rather than an actual room but you don't really have the priviledge to complain.. or energy.

You rub your face and slowly sit up, packing your bags as fast as you can. You got chosen and they didn't even see or talk to you? Something wasn't right.

When you meet the person adopting you, you find out it's people. They're wearing gear and you quickly realize they're soldiers. What would they even need from you?

The man in the boonie hat smiles at you. "My name is John Price." he holds out a hand and you hesitantly shake it.

H u m a n s.

None of them a hybrid. No scent to overwhelm you. At least there's that.

"Y/N," you nod.

The others introduce themselves as well: The man with the mohawk and Scottish lilt was named Soap— what kind of name is Soap? The man wearing a cap and with the sweetest voice ever was named Gaz and the tallest fucker you've ever seen, wearing a skull mask, was named Ghost. You quickly realized they weren't saying their real names, and that Ghost was definitely an edgy kid who used to be obsessed with DevianArt.

You looked at the men, trying to figure out their intentions but trying to avoid Soap's eyes. Yes, his eyes were similar to the beautiful color of a robin's egg but they were.. scary. You shuddered and tightened your grip on your bag.

You sucked your teeth in and nodded. "Lead the way," you motion for Price to walk, knowing the paperwork was already done.

John nodded and lead you to the black Jeep with tinted windows in the back of the parking lot. On the way to the car, though, he explained that they are a SAS task force and informed you of each of their ranks. You listened carefully, asking some questions here and there and Price gladly answering. You finally arrive at the car and Price opens the door for you.

"Step in," he smiles. He looks like a quokka.

You climb in the back seat and of all the people possible, the ex edgy kid who didn't quite grow out of it, behemoth of a man, Ghost sat next to you, squeezing you between the door and his body. You huff, ears twitching in annoyance and Ghost simply crinkled the corners of his eyes, crossing his arms. Johnny sat next to him so yay, even more getting squished. At least you're not between them. Gaz smiles at you from the passenger seat.

You stay silent on the way to the base. You have nothing to say and, really, if you wanted to, you'd wait for a better time to say it rather than when you're crammed in a car.

You finally arrive on base and are hit by a smell of gasoline. Your hybrid nose can't take it. You scowl and the men just chuckle.

"You'll get used to it. Let me show you your room," Price nods and Soap wraps an arm around your shoulders as he walks with you. You avoid eye contact.

The door to your room opens and... nothing. It's just a room with a bed, some hybrid stuff and a desk. Nothing else. You'll have to make it more you later.

"Thank you, sir," you finally speak and Soap snorts.

"The pet speaks more than one word!" he chuckles before Gaz slaps him upside the head which wins him an ouch. Pet?

"Ignore him," Ghost shakes his head.

You clear your throat. "So uhh.. you know everything about me?" you finally get the courage to ask. The men look at the captain and he nods.

"Read you file, yes. Why?" he does that little shuffle of feet he did a few times already and crosses his arms.

"Can I know your real names?"

The men stiffen, a bit taken aback but...

"Kyle Garrick." Gaz nods. "Johnny MacTavish." Soap smiles. "...Simon Riley." Ghost grunts.

You're gonna seriously murder that Spirit Halloween mascot sooner or later.

"You already know my name, Luv." Price nods.

A few days passed and... you still don't know why you're here. You don't get put on missions since you're not military trained and you're made to be near the task force at all times. The few other hyrids stare at you like you're an enemy and the Alphas always make sure to make their scent more accentuated when you're near.. eugh.

The only thing you do, you realize, is be like an anchor to the men. When Simon gets nightmares, you're there to snap him out of it. When Johnny's hands get too shaky, you're there to hold his hands and calm him down. When Kyle gets too in his thoughts, you're there to bring him back to reality and when Price gets too snappy.. you're the only one who calms him down. All ruffling your hair or patting your head afterwards. Even Simon. Hell, sometimes they gently rub your scent glands.

It's like.. they see you as a service dog. No... that's not it, right? You're only doing it from the goodness of your heart but...

You stare at the objects in your room. A chew toy that you embarrassingly use, a bed that's circle shaped. It's not something wow but.. you quickly realize why it's circle shaped.

They don't see you as.. you. They just see your animal side. Is that why they chose you? Because you're a hybrid?

You barge into Price's office, making Price stiffen and raise an eyebrow. "Everything alright?" he leans back in his chair, leather creaking with his weight.

"Why am I here?" you demand and he narrows his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Why am I here, Price. What is my purpose. Because all I've been seen as is a pet to come to when under the weather," you hiss, scent turning something akin to cabbage that sat out too long in the sun. Lucky Price, he has a blocked nose.

"Are you not a pet?" he raises an eyebrow and you stiffen.

"What," you say through gritted teeth and he sighs, slowly sitting up.

"Are you not part animal, Y/N?" he rephrases.

"I'm also half human."

"Still half animal."

Your ears pin against your head.

"So.. what. Am I less than you?" you huff.

"I never said that," he crosses his arms.

"So I'm a service dog?"

"We prefer the term support animal."

"Support- This is dehumanizing!" you growl.

"Is it?"

"Are you kidding me."

"I'm as serious as I can be, Y/N."

"You're not taking me seriously."

"I am," he sighs, pinching his nose bridge. "You're a whetstone, in a way. Or maybe, an anchor."

"What.." your furrow your eyebrows and scowl.

He sucks in his teeth. "Do not think you are lesser, that just because your role isn't being on the frontlines you have a lesser job. A blade is good for cutting, but a whetstone is what makes the blade sharp. Without the stone, the blade becomes dull and useless. You are the whetstone, an anchor, keeping us sharp."

You stare at him.

"I am an anchor." you echo. "Yes." he confirms.

"Why me? You didn't even speak to me before signing the paperwork." you cross your arms.

"Didn't need to. The facility reccomended you the moment we said what we're looking for in a hybrid," he smiled. Quokka.....

"Quokka," you blurt out.

He blinks.

"What?"

"What?" You shake your head. "Ignore that, just.." you inhale deeply and exhale "Okay," you breathe, nodding, your fingers drumming on your thighs. "Have I at least been doing a good job?" you huff.

Price laughs. Short, but warm. He ruffles your hair. "Yeah. You're a good kid."

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So.....the Amazon package was delivered........

John Price

You grab the package from the porch and speed-walk back inside.

Totally normal.Totally casual.Not suspicious at all.You close the front door.Turn around.And nearly scream.

Price is standing there.Arms crossed.Leaning against the wall.Waiting.Like a detective who's already solved the case.You clutch the box tighter: "...Hi?"

"Hello, love."

Silence.Price glances at the package.Then back to you.Then back to the package:"Want to tell me what's in the box?"

"No."

"Hm."

He pushes off the wall.Slowly approaching: "You ran faster for that package than you did when the smoke detector went off."

"That's irrelevant."

"Very relevant."

Price taps the cardboard:"A replacement straightener?"

"..."

"A replacement straightener."

"..."

Price sighs dramatically:"After all we've been through."

"YOU STOLE THE FIRST ONE."

Simon Riley

You thought you were clever.You really did.The package gets delivered.You grab it.You sneak inside.

Mission successful.You close the door.Turn around.

And immediately find Simon sitting in the armchair.Watching.Waiting.Silent.The box almost slips from your hands.

"Jesus Christ!"

Ghost doesn't move.Doesn't blink.Just points.At the package:"...What's in the box?"

"Stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Important stuff."

"What kind of important stuff?"

You hesitate.A mistake.Ghost immediately knows.The corner of his mouth twitches:"A straightener."

"No."

"A straightener."

"No."

"A straightener."

You narrow your eyes.Ghost narrows his right back.

The stare-down lasts thirty seconds.

Finally: "...It's a straightener."

Simon stands.Holds out his hand.You gasp:"The audacity."

"Hand it over."

"SIMON."

John MacTavish

The package arrives.Soap notices.Immediately.Like a shark smelling blood in water.You barely get three steps inside before:"BONNIE, WHAT'S IN THE BOX?"

You freeze:"No idea."

"Liar."

"No idea."

"Liar."

"No idea."

"LIAAAAR."

You start walking faster.Soap starts following faster.Soon you're both speed-walking through the house.Then jogging.Then running.

"DON'T OPEN IT LASS!"

"I PAID FOR IT!"

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YE SHOULD OPEN IT!"

Eventually he tackles you onto the couch. The box survives.Barely.You do not.

Kyle Garrick

Gaz notices because you've checked the tracking number fourteen times.

Today.

Alone. The package arrives.You collect it.Return inside.Close the door.

Kyle immediately appears from the kitchen.Holding tea, looking smug: "How's Amazon?"

You freeze: "...Fine."

"Good."

A sip: "What's in the box?"

"Nothing."

"Amazing."

Another sip.

"So why are you holding it like it's the Crown Jewels?"

You clutch it tighter.

Kyle grins.The grin gets wider:"Oh my God."

You groan.He knows.He absolutely knows:"You bought another one."

"No."

"You bought another one."

"No."

"You bought another—"

"STOP BEING RIGHT."

Alejandro Vargas

The package doesn't even make it inside.Alejandro catches you on the porch.Literally.

He opens the front door.Sees the box.Gasps dramatically.

Points: "TRAITOR."

You nearly drop it: "What?!"

"After everything we shared!"

"IT'S A HAIR TOOL."

"It is a BETRAYAL."

The neighbors are definitely listening now.Alejandro places a hand over his heart:"You looked me in the eyes."

"Oh my God."

"You promised."

"I promised nothing."

"You promised spiritually."

"THAT ISN'T A THING."

Phillip Graves

You make it inside.

Success.Victory.Freedom.Then-

"DARLIN'."

You stop.Slowly turning around.Graves is sitting at the dining table.Boots up.Coffee in hand.Looking entirely too pleased with himself.You immediately know. He knows.

"DARLIN'," he repeats.

"No."

"What's in the box?"

"No."

"What's in the box?"

"No."

"A straightener?"

"No."

"A straightener."

"No."

"A straightener."

You eventually crack.

"YES."

Graves leans back.Shakes his head.Disappointed.Like you've committed tax fraud.

"Thought we were stronger than this."

König

You nearly make it upstairs.

Nearly.

Then a giant shadow appears.Blocking the staircase.You stop.The package stops.Time stops.König looks down.At you.Then the box.Then you.Then the box.

"...Schatz."

"No."

"...Schatz."

"No."

His eyes narrow.

"A new straightener."

"No."

"A new straightener."

"No."

"A new straightener."

You attempt to sidestep him.Impossible.The man is basically a moving wall.

You go left.He goes left.

You go right.He goes right.

Eventually he points at the package.Looking genuinely offended:"You bought another one."

"You STOLE the first one."

"I adopted it."

"IT'S A HAIR STRAIGHTENER."

"It chose me."

At that point you're considering filing a police report...