The name of Kyle illuminated Johnnyâs phone. The Scottish paused in whatever he was doing, currently cooking eggs in his pans, as he answered the phone.
âYeah, bud?â
âDo you know how to do algebra?â The man on the other line sounded exhausted and tired.
âWho doesnât, we are in the SAS, Kyle.â
âNo- no- not our kind of algebra, the new kind. They keep changing maths in the school program, and I canât even help my kid!â
âPut me in face time, it should be easy!â Johnny put his eggs on a plate.
It wasnât easy. Johnny barely understood the assignment. He read it so many times his eyes started to hurt. He attempted to do the algebra, while Kyle attempted to do the same, and his kid was asleep on the kitchen table. They didnât have any choice but to call Simon.
How did they get Simonâs number? Well⌠Johnny might have seen it once and committed it to his memory. The English man was not happy, hastily pulling a facemask over his face when he realized he was on FaceTime.
âWut?!â
âAlgebra, mate. Harder than the Siberian cold. Bitting our ass-â
âJohnny! My kid is here!â Kyle whispered angrily to his best mate. But the kid was still asleep at the kitchen table.
Simon told himself it was going to be easy. He had been in the SAS, he had passed off exams. And yet, he found himself defeated by the simple algebra homework showed by Kyle.
âWhat are we doing, in our school? Torturing kids with this?â He spoke, papers around him.
âHow come we didnât get the same answer?!â Johnny exclaimed.
Ultimately, they called the captain. The captain looked bedraggled, groaning and complaining of being awoken late at night. Kyle explained the situation. The captain sighed, told him to wait for a minute. Then, he appeared on the phone several moments later, holding a huge book.
âMy wife is a teacher.â He explained, showing off the results and the method to do it. âWe are helping this once. Teach your kid to do it alone.â
Well, the kid who pretended to be asleep smirked. Because they had wanted to have their favourite uncles talking around the table tonight.
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Quiet. Demanding. Stone cold. There were many things that could describe you during working hours. Even Price marveled at your Laswell-like approach to things; they all do. It was a stark contrast to how you act out of uniform.
âPick up four.â You smirked, slamming down the plus four Uno card on the stack. Johnny gasps dramatically, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. The one night everyone had off and you automatically decided to choose violence; there are no friends during Uno.
âBonnie, how could yâ do this teh meh? Iâm heartbroken!â Johnny wails. âAh, shite. One of these daysâŚâ His threat trails off as he picks up four cards. He leans back in his seat in a defeated manner once he realizes he has no good cards to play. âYour turn, Gaz.â
Kyle rubs Johnnyâs shoulder in faux sympathy as he checks his own cards. He glances towards Simon. âGhost, now, please donât kill me for what Iâm about to do,â He places down another plus four. âI am so sorry.â
Simonâs eye twitches and you let out a sharp cackle, kicking your feet in glee. This murderous back and forth goes on until Price surprisingly sets down his last card.
âI think Iâve won, right?â Price scratched the back of his head. You all stare at him for a silent moment, your brain flashing through each interaction with him.
Another Drabble Iâll develop later: Price Edition
-something something Price at the gym in the city on a rare decently long leave
-something something Price looking around after he finishes one of his leg workouts and turns to his left and sees a younger girl around the ages of 16-18
-you who is desperate to gain some muscle and not wanting to be bare bones like before is attempting to squat
-terribly, and Price who has seen injuries simply from stepping wrong, capital P Panics and rushes over and takes the weight of you just as your about to collapse
-âYoure gonna die.â Ands thatâs all it takes for him to become your unofficial gym trainer
-weeks go by, 3 enjoyable and memorable weeks of banter, perseverance and a little bit of military conditioning and Prices learns about you
-youre 19, moved away from your toxic parents, Made it big on YouTube, and doesnât have to worry about living comfortably
-Price who idiotically doesnât realize he basically took you in after giving you rides, teaching you how to drive, taking you to an agency to get a decent car so you no longer rely on public transport, who accompanies you to the store and sometimes just comes over claiming he made too much food
-Then acts shocked when Nik gets upset he didnât tell him about his sect egg daughter
-âI donât have a daughter.â âYes you do, I saw the photo and I know youâre not cheating on me.â
-It takes him aback, before he realizes who Nikâs talking about. Why it took him so long to realize is what made him realize something else.
-by this point youâd become constants in each others lives. When he left, whoâd look after you?
-he explains to Nik the short version of the storyâNik pounced on him for a good 30 minutes loving himâbefore he goes to Laswell and asks for a favor
-the day before he has to deploy he explains to you his job, and though you have reservations about the military, heâs able to explain almost everything about what he and the 141 do with Laswells permission
-with her there. It was awkward at first, considering the only other person youâd had in your cheap apartment(flat according to John) was John
-â..do I get benefits from this?â And John had to laugh, Laswell not so much, at least not out loud
-later the boys notice a letter shows up addressed to Price with cursive handwriting and they make fun
-in the wrong way
-âGot yourself a lady cap?â
-âSheâs two decades younger than me Soap.â
-they beg to meet you after hearing the story
-they canât believe their captain(dad) had a secret adopted daughter and didnât inform them immediately
-Ghost is less excited, simply for security reasons
-then you two bond by scaring the others with different tactics
-you easily decrease Johnâs attention span, he could be having an important conversation, notice youâve disappeared and then realize he hasnât you in a while
-And then he canât get back on topic because he now HAS to find you before you do something you shouldnât
-You and Gaz fight for favorite child, it gets worse when you meet Farah on a random Friday at base because John forgot his lunch and you saw it because you moved in after realizing his house was a lot closer to your work
-purely to save gas
-then he makes it official when you get a call from the hospital saying John Price is under emergency surgery for a bullet to his side that didnât exit the body
-youâve never driven as fast as you did that day and when you make it inside you see Soap standing next to Ghost nearby the staff entrance
-you start asking questions but then the doctor comes out and informs you heâs awake
-you enter the room, practically banging the door against the wall, and the moment you see him you run to his side
-he hasnât hugged you much by this point, but he had been so close to leaving you alone that he couldnât bare the thought of not holding you tight like you werenât already his
-once heâs discharged, he asks and important question, technically two
-if youâd like to be adopted by him, and if you were comfortable with being in his will
-youâd said yes before even processing the weight of the question but it didnât matter
-you were his the minute he started nagging you to fix your posture before your back snapped while squatting weights all those months ago
Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Single Mom (COD MW(2/3))
Warning: Fluffy stuff, Baby Fever, MAJOR BABY FEVER
Summary: Simon Riley isn't too particular about babies, until he meets yours.
Word Count: ~1,670 words
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A/N: I loved writing this, it's been on my mind for a while. I didn't like the ending because I didn't know how to end it lol
Edit: Pronouns and names were all over the place but it should be fixed lmao thanks for letting me know
Imagine being chosen by someone. Someone intentionally looking at you and thinking - contemplating, deciding - and choosing to pick you. Itâs as simple as picking you to ask for directions, ordering a cup of coffee, and begging to touch your skin.
But itâs something special when someone as small as a little child is looking at you and choosing you. No one knows what goes on in their mind, behind those curious eyes, those rosy and chubby cheeks, that little button nose, that babbling little mouth with teeth fighting to make way. No one knows what those cute little chubby cherubs think when they decide to reach out to grab anything and everything in sight.
The grip of a child is mightier than anyone Lieutenant Simon Riley has ever seen.
Lieutenant Simon Riley - the infamous Ghost. Heâs not supposed to exist. The enigma.
Yet⌠out of anyone who could have found him and had a mighty grip on his gray fleece jacket was your little chunky cherub made of a can of Pillsbury crescent rolls, looking at him with big curious eyes, absorbing information like a sponge. Your little infant son of nine months old, sitting comfortably in a little wrap carrier so that he can comfortably lay against your chest, he has seen Simon and reached out and grabbed a little handful of his gray fleece jacket with no intention of letting go.
It was a quick day for you so you didnât need the baby carriage today, the wrap keeping your son against your chest would suffice, you liked having your baby against your chest anyways. In the city, it was easy to get around by walking and public transport, but you needed something in the next town over so you had to take the train. The platform for the train was nearly empty, you were early, so you had some time to yourself and your little boy giggling and babbling away, occasionally wiping his nose and talking to him about the plans for the day.
Slowly but surely, people started to pile in as the time went on, the train would be arriving soon.
Even a ghost needs a place to stay, right. On the occasion that he is home, he tends to stay out of his home, usually to replace food that had spoiled while he was gone. Simon arrived at the train station and waited on the platform. It wasnât too cold, but chilly enough to wear his gray fleece jacket.
It was nice and quiet until more people started to pile up onto the train station. Usually he didnât mind until people started to get into his personal space, which rarely happened anyways. Even in more civilian clothes, in a place where people barely recognize him, despite him living there, people tend to stay away from people who look mysterious.
As more people pile into the station, he slowly moves towards the center of the station. Huffing slightly to himself, he glances slightly at the giant clock. The train would be arriving soon. As he waited, heâd hear bits and pieces of conversations from people about their lives.
He didnât mind it, he felt more human.
After a while, he heard something he didnât hear often.
An animal?
No.
A baby.
The baby seemed to continue to babble, getting louder as he moved again. For some reason it made him curious. Itâs not that he wasnât fond of children, his childhood was pretty fucked up, but a child was an innocent being in this cruel world. Sometimes he wondered what heâd be like if heâd spent more time around children - or what things would be like if he had children.
But thatâs just a random thought in his mind. A man like Lieutenant Simon Riley - with the sins and atrocities heâs been through and committed, he has no business having children. He is the one mothers tell their children to stay away from. He is the boogeyman underneath a childâs bed.
Hearing the babbling again, he instinctively turns his head and looks around for a moment, then looks down, seeing the source of this little creature.
An infant child, probably no more than 9 months old, a drool covered fist in his mouth, the other arm flailing in every direction. And you, holding your child wrapped in a long cloth and tied around your waist, Simon couldnât figure out how you held the chunky child on your chest with just a scarf.Â
You were on the phone with someone talking about baby related things. He couldnât take his eyes off of you and your baby. Such a mundane sight. A mother and her child. He glanced at your hand caressing your childâs chubby and rosy cheeks.
No ring. Single mom? No wait, thatâs rude.Â
Cracking a small smile at the sight, he looked at the child for a moment, finding amusement in how you tried to sooth your child as you talked on the phone, swaying your hips slightly. You kept your eyes on your little cherub the entire time, playing with your sonâs cheeks, making him giggle and smile, occasionally acknowledging him, calling him your honey bun.
Then you got caught up with your conversation and looked away. Your child looked around for a moment, content and happy. Simon didnât know what he found so amusing and intriguing about this child. When he thought about children, he thought of crying little messes, unruly children, little rascals who were nothing but trouble.
This little dough-boy? He had an urge to just poke his little rosy cheeks. You were holding your son, Simon practically stood right next to you but he couldnât tell you what you were talking about. Your little cherub had dampened his senses.
More people started to fill the train station. The train would soon arrive. Simon was practically next to you. At this point, he didnât mind being next to you and your baby. As more people surrounded the three of you, you glanced up at Simon and smiled sheepishly and mouthed âSorryâ in an attempt to apologize in case sheâd bumped into him. Simon saw as you wrapped your free arm tighter around your baby that was tightly wrapped against your chest.
Itâs ok. Youâre fine. He didnât even know you, but he didnât want anything to happen to you or your baby.Â
He knew the train would be arriving soon so he looked up at the time and looked to see if the train would be coming soon. Staring was rude. He had manners.
Not even a moment passed after he looked away did he feel a slight tug on his arm. Suddenly aware of his surroundings he looked down again. Your little munchkin demanded attention from the behemoth of a man named Simon. You were still on the phone, looking away.
Simon smiled at the sight and sighed in relief. You little rascal. Their eyes met, for such a cute little thing, your son looked at Simon intently, studying him. Simon was wondering what he was thinking. The little hand that had such a strong grip on his fleece jacket tugged at him to come closer.
âCurious little thing, arenât you?â Simon said, using his other hand to wave at your child, making him smile slightly and let out a gleeful sound.
You turned your head at the sound and laughed at the sound of your son laughing, then blushed when you realized he was pulling on Simonâs sleeve. She quickly said her good-bye on the phone and hung up, then looked up at Simon, smiling sheepishly.
âI-Iâm sorry, sir-â You gently pulled on your babyâs arm to try and get him to let go of his arm.
Simon let out a small chuckle as he waited patiently, smiling at the sight, âItâs fine. Heâs got a mighty grip, alright.â
You chuckled as your child started babbling at Simon, as if he could be understood, refusing to let go despite your attempt to make him unhand Simon, âOnce they got you, they donât want to let go.â
You glanced up at Simon, seeing a small smile on the man. He reached up also with his free hand and gently held the childâs wrist, âI ainât going anywhere, you can let go of me now. I think weâre going on the same train.â
Your child finally let go but continued to try and reach out for Simon, instantly taking a liking to him. You sighed as you looked up at Simon, the train finally approaching, âIâm sorry again, sir-â
âItâs fine, really. Youâve got a cute one.â Simon smiled at you and your child, who was still mesmerized by him.
You smiled up at him in return, glancing down at your son, then back up at Simon, âHaha yeah, he is something.â
Once the train doors opened, people quickly exited the train as quickly as people entered.
âThis is my train-â You looked up at him and then toward the train, then attempted to walk forward. But people rushed around them. You kept your arms around your child and Simon felt the need to stay close, this way people would actually walk around you as you and Simon stepped into the train.Â
Once inside, you found a seat and sighed as you sat down. The seats filled up quickly and Simon ended up sitting opposite of you and your baby.
Smiling awkwardly at each other, you apologized again for your son grabbing onto him.
âItâs fine, really. I like his determination.â Simon looked at him as you turned slightly so Simon could see her sonâs face, who smiled when he saw Simon again. âWhatâs his name?â
âJoseph. But I think he likes being called Joey.â You said as she caressed little Joeyâs cheek as he cooed at Simon.
Simon gave her and Joey a genuine smile this time. Joseph⌠Tommyâs sonâŚ
âIâm Simon, whatâs your name?â He looked up at her.
By popular demand, following of this little one shot.
Okay. So you move your entire life to the USA. Youâre eating with Shadow Company, youâre doing missions together. The pay? Good, even better than you were earning in the British military. Surprisingly, you even get better health benefits. You wonder if you truly made a deal with the devil. You get a nice little one bedroom home, tends to your garden. Youâre genuinely happy.
Then, one of the guys, Lewis Anderson, gives you a little enveloppe. Inside, there is a card, inviting you to his baby shower. You feel at peace, dressed up, you even brought a little gift. You get invited to barbecues and to parties and to recitals- your life is good for a while.
Until you have to go on a joint mission with Task Force 141- for some reasons.
You donât understand why youâre even on board for this one. Graves knew, he recruited you because he saw how miserable you were with the 141. Was he using you to get back at them? Maybe. Did you care? A little but as long as they didnât talk to you, you were fine.
Unfortunately for you, youâre with them and two other Shadows. The ride in the armed vehicle is tense. Too tense. You donât look at them, just at the point of your rifle and your shoes. But you can feel their stares, their disappointed and disapproving stares. And you want to tell them that itâs their fault. That you tried to be friendly. To be on good terms with them but they didnât let you in their tight little boy club. That the Shadows are nice despite their oblivious flaws, that you get invited to barbecues and to baby showers. That Commander Graves is always handing out compliments to his men and that you feel valued.
But nothing gets out of your mouth. None of it.
You believe they donât care anyway. They never showed their friendliness toward your person. Why should you lay out your heart to them?
And yet, when in the middle of the operation, the building you are in crumble and explode, that you feel yourself falling through hard concrete ceilings, you hear them in your earpiece. The Shadows obviously. But not only.
Captain Price yells at you, demanding your status. Soap and Gaz tries to pinpoint your exact location under the rubbles. Ghost tries to insist on the mission. That youâll be fine. But you hear it, the slight panic in his tone.
As you lay there, your fate uncertain, the Shadows in one ear continuing the mission and one detachment trying to find your buried form, and at the other ear, the 141 attempting to find you without the help of the shadows, despite the pain you feel and the dread of your own death⌠you feel like a child of divorce, being tugged by one parent and the other.
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Youâre Simonâs long lost little sibling, the offspring of many cheatings his father had done. You are basically in kindergarten while he is in 30âs.
And your father, to spite his eldest son, decided to put him as your legal guardian, convincing your mother to do it by some means.
Simonâs father leaves. Your mother die. Youâre left alone until they contact Simon, who learnt his father had a child and two, that he is now your legal guardian.
He, a 34 year old behemoth, is now guarding his sibling who is 4 year old.
How did you come to this position? A man named John Price posted an announcement on a website, and you, being an international student, asked to be taken in.
From what you understood, the flat was big. Five bedrooms, a big kitchen⌠and your room has a private bathroom. When you flew up to England, John Price welcomed you. As he drove you to his place, he explained to you why he was looking for a roommate. Working in the army, he was often away with his team. Team that shared the flat, it seemed.
You were a bit scared at first. Why? Because there were four strong men eating steroids for breakfast living with you. They were nice though. Very welcoming, very friendly as well, they tried to put you at ease.
You always got food too. A nice breakfast prepared for you by one of the guys, a coffee or tea here and there when you were studying late. And indeed, they were often leaving for a long time.
The most annoying thing?
You understood quickly they were all kind of together. Like a four way marriage. And well⌠it came with⌠sounds at night that woke you up. You were very embarrassed, and you explained to John you needed to sleep and sometimes the sounds⌠bothered you.
So he bought you expensive sound blocking headphones.
Simon Riley adopting Johnnyâs kid, but ending up neglecting his own childâŚ.
Like he is a perfect father for the other kid, and you have to watch on the side lines, hoping to see him smile like that at something you would do. You would do anything for a crumb of love and affection from your own father, and you do feel like Johnnyâs kid is stealing your father from you.
Obviously, when you voice your thoughts and doubts to your father, hoping to make him understand how you feel, you get shut down quickly.
âDonât you know how hard it is for them to have lost their father? God- you can be selfish sometimes!â