#cod soap

he sheds the rest of his dirty clothes, ready to hit the shoes when a certain scottish sergeant snickers from the locker over. "lookin' real pre'ty, lt." he drawls, eyes catching on the little designs on simon's nails.

simon casts them a glance, not catching the teasing tone in soap's voice and instead interpreting it as a genuine compliment.

"thanks, the missus' did 'em."

they're painted black, one nail on each hand decorated with a painted skull, and some other neat designs alongside them. it makes his heart flutter every time he looks at them, and he makes sure the higher-ups don't catch wind of it—regulations and all.

still, it brings him closer to you, as he always has a way to keep you close when he's gone.

"tha' so?" soap hummed in appreciation. he hadn't heard much about you—only really knew that simon had a bird by seeing the ring on his finger, but never said anything of it. everyone has someone they're trying to keep on the low for safety, and simon was one of them.

simon just nodded and moved along with his shower, not expecting the very next week to be inviting the scot into his home so you could do his nails too.

"look, lt, we can match."

Price blinked, directly caught off guard the moment he saw Ghost give you a small, gentle smile which made you flutter and tuck away shyly.

Soap just couldn't help it, he smiled, all charming and nudged Ghost.

"Is your wife single?"

He teased, wiggling his eyebrows, the last thing he saw was your face turning concerned and Ghost's fist suddenly very close to his face.

...

"Huh?!, where am I?"

Soap sat up, wincing on the hospital bed, checking his surroundings stunned and not feeling a side of his face.

''the hospital mate'' Roach spoke amused.

Gaz was stifling a laugh, Price sighed, done with living and Ghost was on the corner like a scolded child while you looked over to Soap with a gentle, concerned expression.

"You walked into that one y'know?"

"Gaz shut up"

Which made Gaz directly burst in laughter, Price put a hand on his face, clearly done with this team and their amusing shit that always took a soft giggle out of you.

"Roach would agree with me"

Ghost grumbled on his side while you turned to look at him with a fake mad expression

"Hush!, eyes on the wall"

When Johnny started dating, an anxious pit started gnawing in his gut. He knew that if this relationship lasted, the two of you would eventually become serious. You would move in. You wouldn't want some random man lurking around, he was sure of it.

He felt like a horrible person, an even worse friend for hoping, almost praying, that you and Johnny would break up. He saw how... Happy Johnny was with you. He would come home beaming about how wonderful the night with you had been. Was he really so selfish that he wanted to take his friends joy away just because he didn't want to live alone?

"Hey, Simon, I wanted to talk to you about something." When Johnny said that, Simon felt like he was going to get sick. Johnny insisted that neither he nor you wanted Simon to move out. He was actually checking if you moving in would be okay.

It wasn't. It really wasn't okay to have a new person in the space. It wasn't okay because you would realize how weird and annoying Simon was. You would want him to leave. "Doesn't bother me any. Just keep it down when you two fuck."

So you moved in. Simon stuck to his usual routine for the most part, which meant he naturally avoided you. But he wouldn't sit at the table during dinner anymore or try to interrupt movie nights. Johnny started to invite him to join, which he did tentatively.

The first incident was when he came home from a run when you were up making breakfast. "Oh, Simon! Good morning." You exclaim, a little shocked to see him. It had been a week since he had last been around you, which you weren't too keen on. You had been excited to get to know Simon, but he didn't seem interested in the same. "Would you like some breakfast? I still have the eggs out."

Simon felt his face flush, praying you would think it was just from his long run. He didn't need to rely on you for food. Have you cooking for him like some kind of maid. Was he really gonna late his mates partner make him a meal? Was he that daft?

"I'll never eat anything you make." He grunts before he stomps off towards his bathroom to shower off. You were almkst hurt by his words, but Johnny had warned you that Simon was... awkward. You scrambled some extra eggs, made two extra slices of toast, and some bacon for him. He didn't eat with you and Johnny, but his plate was empty and washed when you got home from work.

There were many more little incidents throughout the months. Simon would eat the food you made, but only by himself after Johnny and you had your fills. He would hover in the doorways if he noticed you were in the room like he needed an invited into the space he paid to love in. You started to get irritated with him, wondering what you could possibly do to make him so skittish. You were trying, really trying, to make him comfortable. If he left Johnny's apartment because of you, you would feel like such an asshole.

"Bonnie you don't have to -"

"No! No, I do, I'm going to talk to him and figure this out!" Simon knew he shouldn't listen in on the conversation, but he had heard his name and got curious. He stayed still in the hallway, listening as you rant. "I just - Johnny, this is his house, too! Ever since I've moved here, he's refused to he around me! If I don't clear the air and find out what I did, I'm worried he's going to move out."

"He isn't going to move out! Simon just doesn't warm up to people, alright? It's not personal, Bonnie, I promise." Johnny assures, his ears perking when he hears a creak in the hallway. You heard it too, wringing the dish towel in your hands.

"Simon?" He slowly moves into the doorway, arms stiff by his side. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about you behind your back." You apologize immediately, noticing the confusion scrunching Simon's face. "I just... I mean it, I don't want you to leave because of me."

"I don't want to leave. I don't want you to get annoyed with me." He admits quietly, staring at you unblinking. "If I get sick of you, you will want me gone."

"That's not going to happen, Simon." You assure him quietly, giving him a genuine smile. "Can you please join the movie nights again? Johnny says you have good picks." Simon shrugs with a noncommercial grunt, but the smile on your face told him you understood.

It's incredibly frustrated, causing a vein to pop in his forehead every time you reply with some snarky retort, refusing to do as he says. He spoils you rotten, buys you ever sweet treat you could ask for, gifts you enough fluffy pillows and soft blankets to make a cozy, warm nest for yourself, but you're still behaving poorly :(

And everytime when he throws you over his shoulder, his large, rough hand giving your ass a warning swat as he carries you off to teach you a lesson, dramatically backfires on him.

Why does he always turn into the needy and desperate one as his strong, broad hips crowd your ass? You're just so warm and soft and sweet, and your pussy was so wet as he dragged the swollen red tip through your folds, earning a small whimper from Simon.

Simon would never admit how much you were affected him, and he didn't have to, you could tell by the way he rutted into you, bruising your hips with his strong, harsh thrusts. It just felt too good for Simon, so warm and snug, your walls squeezing down on his cock in a way that had his orgasm growing stupidly fast, his low hanging, heavy balls already starting to tighten up, ready to stuff you full.

This always happens, after the first round you end up riding his fat cock until he can't see straight anymore, lying back on your ridiculous fluffy pink blankets, completely drained dry of his cum, his poor dick aching as he reaches around for his phone to call Johnny over.

Angry horny Ghost is angry with rookie new guy soap LOL. Who DEF didn't misread Ghost's misdirected anger from him 'borrowing' Ghost's Balaclava.

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Simon knew what he did. He ruined you by asking to see other people. He thought it might have been okay now, it's been open for about a year, you'd seemed fine these last six months, maybe the winter was treating you harsh and you were a little sick but you didn't even need antibiotics.

He knew you asked for the divorce because he couldn't stick to you. He ruined everything asking to open things for Soap. And he felt sad and regretful of course, you were so perfect, but he knew he deserved this. He couldn't even find it in him to go hunt you down and just watch from afar. He didn't even bother checking your socials.

But he did confine in Soap. Johnny was such a great listener, he didn't even tell him about his problems of his own. How his other little bird just up and ran off, broke things off with him cold turkey and was gone.

Johnny just thought it had to do with that tan line on your ring finger, he was smart. You had to be when you majored in chemistry at 18. He figured he'd just been keeping you warm, even if he did have a little crush on you, he kept it at bay even though it stung when you were gone.

He figured you went back home and that was that. But he couldn't help but worry about his little crush that kept him frowny and pouty all week though out base. Ghost was too worried about you to notice Johnny's attitude.

You didn't know you'd been fucking his seargant at the same time he was. He'd asked to open it but you couldn't stay with that guilt. Cut to a few months later and you had a bouncing baby boy with big blue eyes and dark lashes and you knew it wasn't Simon's. You're fine, you could handle this alone. And you did, being a mom wasn't even as scary as it seems. After you made it through that first month you had it in the bag.

You swore the two months old could already smile even though he was still pink. The tan lines on your ring finger had long since faded and you were getting a long just fine in America. There was no reason for Simon to find you, Johnny either.