((Not gonna talk about how this is from January 8th of 2023))
Meeting you.
- Super fuckin hesitant.
- Is it the social anxiety or the fact that you’re hot?
- He remembers when you looked at him.
- Your eyes were squinted trying to undress his face under the mask.
- He remembers the look on your face when you couldn’t envision his face.
- Under the mask he was panicking that you were looking at him.
- You were literally staring at him like 🧍♂️🤨😧
- Instant internal panic mode.
- You remember when he looked away, he looked uncomfortable and you had realized what you were doing.
- You felt bad.
- These interactions kept happening and you accidentally kept making him uncomfortable.
- Eventually you had distanced yourself to make him comfortable and realized how shitty of a predicament this was.
- Him staying away from the team because of you. And now you’re staying away from the team for him.
- Soon enough you grow tired of distancing yourself and you go to apologize.
- “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I just didn’t realize, and I’m sorry.”
- He looked like he was malfunctioning.
- Cue your internal panic
- You had let out a shaky sigh and turned to leave when he had grabbed you, he had quickly apologized and explained that he didn’t expect you to have pulled him aside.
- After that whole ordeal you two became fast friends.
Friends
- Let me spell it out for you
- C.O.M.P.E.T.I.T.I.V.E
- Constant competitions
- Friendly trash talking.
- Pushing and shoving
- Races down the hall.
- He is highly competitive and cocky when you two are training and neither of you hold back.
- Usually ends up with both of you having tons of bruises everywhere from the rubber bullets you two constantly fired at each other.
- When training neither one of you go after anyone else, literally just attack each other.
- He would constantly have his arm on your shoulder when you two are standing idly.
- Using you as an arm rest is a constant thing in your friendship.
- You using him as a footstool when you need to climb up somewhere that you can’t hoist yourself up is common as well.
- Everyone knows that when they are sent out for a mission in pairs, not to ask you two.
- Instant partners.
- Tbh you two go well together when out on mission.
- Literally you two share a braincell.
Feelings
- He started liking you first.
- Even when he first met you.
- You were fucking hot.
- Of course he would never admit that.
- But he subtly liked you for a while aside from fearing you for a bit in the beginning.
- But sometimes fear is a good thing.
- Look at you two now.
- Constant competitions, always mission partners, sometimes you two slept in the same room because nightmares plagued both of you.
- Lowkey you both have nightmares of losing the other.
- Thats what makes you realize you like him.
- The idea of losing him crushed you and vice versa.
- It was really a question on who grew a pair first.
- You two had been relaxing in his room.
- You sat on the floor leaning against the frame of the bed while fiddling with a string
- He was laying down in bed, tired, and staring up at the ceiling. He had moved his hand off his stomach and flopped it down behind your head and when you leaned your head back to touch his hand, he went to move it to caress your head.
- He sat up partially and you looked at him. You both had turned red and took a moment to recollect yourselves in silence before you placed your head back down and he fiddled with your hair.
- You two were in silence as you two were there, both still red in the face and slightly hesitant.
- But that interaction sparked more intimate ones later on
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Price
- Every time Price goes outside to smoke a cigar, he invites you.
- Always offers you your own
- If you don’t smoke, he makes sure to puff out the smoke away from you.
- if you smoke cigarettes but not cigars, he always tries to keep a pack of cigarettes that you like on his person.
- Makes you coffee in the morning, or tea based on your preferences
- Price will also make you eggs and toast if you ask
- Father figure
Soap
- Its always entertaining when you and Soap fight(affectionate)
- If you’re Scottish, you both end up arguing in Scottish and shouting curses in Scottish.
- The rest of 141 laughs as they don’t understand a single fucking word either of you are saying.
- Typically the fights always end with you or Soap giving a dramatic gasp and ‘storming off’ with the other following behind trying to ‘apologize’
- Like I said before /affectionate.
- You’ve only had one real fight with Soap and that was during practice when he kept using the wrong stance for a certain rifle.
- You two stopped talking for a week
- Then apologized and vowed to never argue like that again.
Gaz
- Gaz is like your big brother
- Mans will try to take down any mf who tries to harm you
- Keyword “try”
- The only person who he won’t try to take down is Ghost
- That man is a fucking enigma
- And it frightens him
- Gaz is the type of dude that would buy you ice cream if you asked for it
- Mans is kinda your personal chauffeur, you get him to drive you everywhere
- Gaz is the type to bring you soup and crackers if you’re sick
Ghost
- Ghost on the other hand
- He struggles
- He tries
- He really does
- If you’re sick he will bring you medicine and then sit across the room, watching over you quietly
- If he doesn’t sit in the room
- He checks up on you every 30 minutes
- Its like he has a built in timer in his head
- He does get extremely worried
- Doesn’t show it because he thinks its a weakness
(- It 100% is not a weakness, hes just not used to working with others or having people care for him)
- You pester him a lot
- Moving his shoes
- Hiding his vest
- He fumes whenever he can’t find anything
- 9 chances out of 10
- You’re the one who moved said thing
- He can’t be angry at you
- I mean look at you! You may be a hardened soldier, but to him underneath all of that, you’re his friend and the last thing you deserve is to be yelled at by him
König
- König is a sweetheart
- He is by no means a pushover
- But he’s kind with you
- Definitely cocky at times and is extremely competitive with you in the range
- You two compete a lot
- Its gotten to the point you race to see who can get the better seat in the helicopter
- Or who can get to the lunch line first
- A lot of the other people at KorTac think it’s extremely dumb
- But to you two, their opinions don’t matter
- Would never intentionally hurt you
- If he did hurt you he would do everything in his power to make it right
- You’re his partner in crime, he couldn’t function if you hated him
(- You never could hate him and have to reassure him sometimes)
- Sleepovers
- You’ve been scolded for sleepovers by the captain
- Not impressed when they go and find you two sleeping on the floor on makeshift sleeping bags
TW//Angst obviously, slowburn, violence, guns, death, warfare, drugs mention(cartel shit), knockoff medical proceedure, canadian reader. TC Ghost Recon(2017) mentioned crossover.
It was unexpected. You’d put in for a transfer months ago to a different team. Not that you had any qualms with your last one, but there were a few certain people who made you want to put a .45 ACP bullet through their dicks and watch them run around like chickens. But, that can’t happen without repercussions. So you opted for the next best thing which was the transfer.
You expected it to take time. But you didn’t expect to be considered for 141. Even though you had gotten the notice of consideration and the notice said that you’d be having a “test evaluation”. Which included you running under their watch for a short while before they considered you moving there permanently.
You’d moved there on considerably short notice. You closed the car door behind you and walked to the trunk and pulled out your duffle bag and backpack. You closed the trunk door and knocked on the top of it and met the gaze of your driver through the mirror.
She was of average height, long red hair framed her face, half up in a bun letting the rest fall down her back. Few freckles danced across her face and her high cheekbones, slim face, and heavy brows complimented her sharp green eyes.
You gave her a wave and she returned with a small smile and nodded before putting the car into drive and the car rolled away into ignition.
You let out a sigh and turned to look at the containment facility that 141 was holed up in. You held your breath as you walked towards the door with a large lock-pad to the right of the handle. You quietly let out the breath you’d been holding and furled your hand into a fist and banged on the door.
You waited a few moments before looking around and seeing a camera facing you. You looked straight at it, held up your hand and started numbering off a code.
Through the camera, Captain John Price watched you raised your hand and numbered off the code he was given by Laswell. He tried to decipher your expressions from under the shadows that rested over your face. He looked at your bodily loadout, obviously not in full gear, but geared up enough for an emergency.
Price watched you as after you were done numbering off, you banged the door twice. He raised an eyebrow and stood up from leaning over the desk and walked over to the panel on the wall, entering a code and flicking a switch.
You glanced at the lock-pad as it let out a quiet alarm as a clicking sound was heard from the door. Opening before you.
You glanced up at the camera and raised an eyebrow before walking in. Walking through a hallway with no windows or doors except for the heavy duty steel door at the end. You walked up and went to bang your fist on the door but there was a click and the door slid to the side into the wall.
You were met with a man, roughly the same height, gruff eyebrows, friendly mutton chops lined his jaw and above his lips. A shaved soul path under his bottom lip, blue eyes accompanied by bags that resided under them due to the obvious strain put on them through the years.
“Captain John Price.” You said firmly as you reached your hand out for him to shake. His expression was stern.
“Sergeant [Last Name].” He replied just as firmly as he took your hand. You have a firm handshake and he returned it just the same. “It’s good to have you here.” He said as you both took your hands back.
“Good to be here, Captain.”
“Heard quite a few things about you, Sergeant.” He tilted his head slightly to the left to inquire you.
“All good things I hope.” The nape of your neck felt warm. It was a normal response your body gave when you felt anxious or nervous.
“More or less.” He chuckled. “I’ve read every report in your career in the marines. Just know, keep a level head and look after yourself as much as you look after your teammates. And there will be no problems.” He said nonchalantly. “Go find your room, get set up, do whatever, be in your room by 10.” Price said as he waved you off.
“Yes, Captain.” You responded with a nod and readjusted your duffle bag in your hand and walked into the hallway and pressed a button at the door and the door slid closed.
You looked around to try and find the rest of 141’s quarters.
You aren’t proud to say it took you more than 15 minutes to find your own quarters that you’d be staying in for the next four months. Once you found your room, you had begun to set out your clothes for the morning and put your few other pairs in the dresser by the door. It mostly remained empty due to the fact that your backpack was small and in your duffle bag, you had your own guns wrapped in a few other pairs of clothes.
It was risky to have your own guns in your room with you, but it was for safe measure if you had to be out quickly, you could just grab the duffle bag and go.
Later that day you heard a knock on your door. You’d been in the middle of the room, your bare forearms against the ground and your legs in the air. The cool air from the vents ran across your bare, muscled back and around your sides. Few pearls of sweat sat at the creases of the muscles alongside your spine and beaded down towards your neck.
You had been stretching and cracking your back slowly lowering your legs down towards your head. Book clasped in your hands, reading line by line, you called out to the other person on the other side of the door.
“Come in.”
The door slid open and there, a silhouette in your doorway.
“Hello.” You said, not taking your eyes off the page.
“Good afternoon, Sergeant [Last Name].” A raspy, english voice sounded throughout the room. “Or should I call you Dice?” He asked.
“So you’ve heard about that..” You sighed. “Who here hasn’t heard about me?” You asked, still reading the lines on the paper.
“We all read your files. Know basically everything about you.” You heard a rustle of movement. Glancing at his.. whoever’s feet, they were at an angle, meaning whoever was talking to you, was leaning against the door. Probably weren’t gonna leave you alone anytime soon.
‘Get to know the rookie, I guess’
“Just don’t run off ahead, or slack off behind, and everything will run smoothly.” He sighed. You hummed in response, leaning your legs forwards a bit more, hearing a satisfying crack from the small of your spine. You let out a quiet sigh of relief. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Stretching.” You responded.
“An odd way of doing so?”
“Well not everything is a normal way of doing things.” You replied, fixing your body to a straight vertical plank, hearing a pop from your ankles and a pop from your left knee, you lowered your legs down and closed your book before pushing yourself to your feet.
Grabbing a hand towel, you wiped the few beads of cold sweat off your forehead and neck before tossing it to the side and reaching over to your bed and grabbing a [Colour] shirt. You pulled the shirt over your head and situated the shirt on your body before you turned.
You saw the man at the door. He looked a bit taller, maybe by an inch or two, wide shoulders, a white t-shirt contrasted the black balaclava with a printed, but faded skull jaw, above that rested a mask that looked like it was made with leather or some other heavy duty long-lasting material that covered the upper portion of his face.
You saw that his eyes had been on you the entire time and you saw an opportunity. “Like what you see?” You asked with a chuckle.
“Don’t flatter yourself, mate. I was actually looking past you, to the duffle bag stuffed under the bed.” He deadpanned.
“Mhm, okay.” You shrugged, shuffling over and picking up your book off the floor.
“Where are you from? You don’t sound like you’re from anywhere around here?” He asks with a sniff of his nose.
“Canada.” You replied bluntly.
“Heard it's cold over there.”
“Definitely a lot warmer here, that's why the AC is on because it's so damn hot here.” You grumbled.
You heard him chuckle. “No surprise there.”
“So you got my name, can I get yours?” You asked. “Or are you gonna keep up with that ‘I’m too cold, dark, and mysterious for people to understand’ schtick?” You asked, opening up the drawer on the bedside table and tossing the book in and sliding the drawer closed.
He said gruffly. “You can call me Ghost.”
“Ah, so no name, only a callsign. Got it.” You joke.
“You’re one to talk, Dice.” He snickered.
“Don’t start with that shit. I’ve changed.” You said sternly as you quickly turned to glare at him.
“We’ll see.” He muttered as he pushed himself from the doorframe and into the hallway.
“Hoser.” You grumbled under your breath, frustrated.
Ghost leaned against the wall right next to your door and shook his head with a quiet sigh. He had to work with you for the next four months?
Later that night, around 7:30 you had left your room, and walked down the hallway. Trying to remember where the so-called “kitchen” was. Walking around a corner to finally be met with the location you had been searching for, you walked over to what looked like a fridge and opened it. Inside you saw tupperware containers with post-it notes with named scribbled on them.
You quietly chuckled to yourself as you rummaged around and found a few things to make a makeshift sandwich.
As you were making your sandwich you heard footsteps, too many to be one pair, had to be two, maybe even three. You listened for the footsteps and heard them pass the doorway. You listened to them stop and come closer. “So you’re the new guy.” A voice spoke up behind you. Scottish.
“Yeah. This is him, he’s kinda a pipsqueak.” Ghost. ‘Fucker.’ You thought.
You ignored their comments and continued making your sandwich, placing the top piece of bread on and. grabbing it and turning towards them. Walking towards the exit, hoping to pass them.
You walk towards them and you watch as the Scotsman shuffled to the side. But Ghost stayed put, not moving a muscle to let you access the hallway. “Excuse me.” You mumbled quietly.
“You’re not excused.” He replied, complacently.
“I just want to eat in my room in peace.” You sighed.
“C’mon Ghost, let the new guy settle in.” The Scot tried to reason.
“He’s already well settled.” Ghost scoffed.
“What is your problem?” You asked bluntly. “You seem to have a bone to pick with me, so what is it? Spit it out!” You snapped. “You seem to not like me, although I have done literally nothing to you! What is your problem?!”
“There’s the quick hostility that was mentioned in the file. You just proved my point, Dice.” He scoffed, moving to the side.
All this? Over a fucking sentence in your file? That's it? He’s pissing you off to prove a point. You won’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing you pissed.
Those next three months, he made being there absolute hell. During training he’d constantly fire off a few rounds near your feet, no matter what side you were on. During break and mealtime, he seemed to love sitting beside you and constantly picking on you while you ate.
You never seemed to get a break. Even during the middle of the night, he started to show up and get you up for some dumb reason or for no reason at all. It didn’t take him long to notice that once he woke you up, you stayed awake.
You never noticed it until it was getting too out of hand and you ended up staying up for four days straight, and he became harder on you through training and began actually shooting you with the rubber pellets you all were given.
Your body ached constantly due to the fact that he was firing off rounds upon rounds of small rubber bullets into your sides and back and legs.
Keeping up with your physique became a challenge as well, due to all the rubber bullets being launched at you at high speeds, they left bruises in tender spots, thus it restrained you from working out for too long.
Soap, as you learned had kept telling Ghost to ease up on you a bit, you overheard a conversation as they passed through the hallway. Ghost had responded with “If he’s gonna be on this team, he better learn who’s in charge and to take everyone into consideration.” It made your blood boil. But realizing how much he upset you, and how angry you got, you were only proving the documented information in your file.
By the last two weeks of your “test evaluation” you had regretted putting in for a transfer. Having to endure all of the tormenting from Ghost and harping from Price to be better and try more to be better than Ghost had started to feel more like an order rather than encouragement.
All of Ghost’s tormenting really started to irk you. You started to avoid him within the last two weeks. You had ordered in some packages of food and when they came you quickly went out to retrieve them and straight back to your room to avoid Ghost.
Within those few days, you didn’t show up to practice or left your room to eat, there was no need to leave when you had food, and no need to train when you had your own weights. During this time you had begun filling out more paperwork that was sent to you as well as reading another book.
Only when it was quiet, completely quiet, no AC sounds, no sounds from the vents or any noise outside your room. You thought you would be fine and be left alone. But one of the last things you expected was Ghost trying to get into your room.
Although you had used the heavy duty lock, Ghost seemed to quietly bypass it and slid the door open. You had your back turned, sitting at your desk against the wall, scribbling something out on paper, duffle bag at your side.
You never heard him walk towards you. You never heard him at all. But you felt his presence over you when you saw two gloved hands on either side of you, hands pressed against the desk, and Ghost’s body looming above.
You tensed before your hand quickly flew to the duffle bag but he caught your wrist. “Why so quick to conclusions?” He whispered.
You hold your breath. Trying to calculate where his feet are and how quickly you can close a distance to quickly disarm him. Considering he’s one of the best on the 141, you had to act quick.
You went to quickly reach your other hand up and grabbed at the clothes on his shoulder and pulled hard to attempt to knock him off his feet. It didn’t work as he quickly retracted his hand and wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you from your chair and had you pinned to the ground. “This is the name you live up to?” He asked.
“You took down an entire cartel in Bolivia with only you and your friend. Yet you seemingly can’t even win in a simple fight against me.” He chuckled.
“I’m out of practice.” You grumbled and tried to reach your hands up behind you, but it only resulted in him removing one hand off your neck to retrain your wrists.
“So you take down a cartel, kill your so-called friend in the process, take a break and come here to kill more people who are on your side?”
“It was a fucking accident! I didn’t even kill her! She was being reckless and ran too early! Jesus Christ she died in my arms!” You snapped.
“What about the others?”
“Enemy capture, the enemy fucking framed me for their deaths just by placing the gun in my hands.” You shouted. Anger seeping through your pores. Adrenaline furling in your chest you feel a surge of strength and pull your hands free and reach up and clasp your hands around his head and pull, smashing his masked face into the ground to the left of you and quickly shoving his body off.
You quickly pushed yourself to your feet and glanced down at his body. Ghost was trying to push himself up but the blow to his head was making his vision spin.
You grabbed the back of his scruff and dragged him out of your room and into the hallway. You stepped over him and walked back to your desk and picked up a beige folder off your desk titled “Simon Riley”. You held it up and spoke. “You out of everyone should know about enemy capture, accidental deaths, and framing, Lieutenant Riley.” You said as you tossed the folder down in front of his face.
You walked back inside and closed the door.
“Come find me when you pull your head out of your ass.” He heard you through the door.
The next time there was a knock at your door was a day later, you had your backpack and duffle bag by the door and ready. When you unlocked and slid the door open, there stood Price. “Hey son..” He sighed. “Mind if I come in for a moment?” He asked.
“What do you need, Captain?” You asked, stepping to the side and letting him walk in, you slid the door closed behind him and watched as he sat down in your desk chair and turned towards you.
“I would like to give you a sincere apology, as well as a congratulations.” He sighed. Leaning forwards, resting his elbows on his knees.
“What for?” You asked, crossing your arms, standing across from Price.
“I would like to apologize for Ghost.” He spoke softly. “As well as you deserve an explanation.”
For the next 20 minutes Price explained to you that he had told Ghost to be tougher on you to push you to your limits. He wanted to evaluate your skills and how long you pushed your body until the absolute limit. Considering that your file explained you had taken down a large drug cartel in Bolivia.
Obviously you had been angry, steam fuming from you like someone had just tried to douse a fire with very little water.
Of course, Price understood your anger.
“So those sleepless nights because Ghost was constantly waking me up, him tormenting me, and even turning on full-auto on a rubber pellet gun. It was all an order from you to test my limits?” You seethed.
“Mhm.” He hummed. “But you can continue to be pissed later,” He paused, standing up and pulling a letter out from his back pocket and handing it to you. “This showed up, referencing your transfer.” He explained.
You looked at it before reaching out, taking the letter and opening it.
Your request for transfer has been considered . . . transfer from . . . considered by General Shepard . . . your transfer to 141 . . . accepted . . .
You paused. Letting your hands drop. Looking to Price. “Your transfer has been accepted. But considering the… circumstances… the place here as a 141 member, is open if you want it.” Price sighed, sitting back down and leaning back, crossing his arms. “So, Dice, what will it be?” He asked, a calm look washing over his face like a wave.
“Watch the corner.”
“Got it.”
“Another, two cans down. Take him out.”
“10-4”
With a quick slice of a knife your opponent laid on the ground, the colour of mulled red berry wine seeped from his neck and pooled under him.
“Take a knife at your 3”
Your hand rushed to your knife on your hip, quickly drawing it and blood from your opponent.
“To the crate, pry it open, rewire, and get out of there, Exfil is making way, and will be waiting west from your position.” The English voice spoke before going quiet.
“Sure thing.” You muttered as you scuffled over to the crate, grasping your knife firmly and jamming it between the splinters and prying it open. Finding all kinds of different communication devices and wires. You quickly got to work rewiring and twisting the copper twines together.
A few moments later you were done and were about to close the crate when voices made themselves known. You quietly lifted the cover down and silently walked around the sea cans and weaved in and out, making your way to where Exfil was supposed to be stationed.
You heard shouts and open fire behind you. You quickly dove for cover and pulled out a rifle and turned and stationed your rifle to rest on the top of your cover and shot off round after round. Your enemies covered themselves with other sea cans. You looked around, hearing a helicopter in the distance. You quickly pulled out binoculars and looked up, seeing the familiar black print of the Exfil helicopter.
Obviously your enemies had seen the helicopter and started firing off rounds in an attempt to take down your ride. You took this opportunity to make a run for it. Holstering your rifle to your back with the strap wrapped around your chest, you took off into a sprint.
You started to get closer to where the helicopter was circling. You were weaving in and out of sea cans of all different colours. Some brands you unconsciously recognized, others not. You let your mind slip for only a moment. And it only takes a moment for something to happen in a world of combat you pushed yourself to.
That moment. An enemy seemed to take it. You watched as a woman in full tactical gear unsheathed a knife as she turned the corner and harshly grabbed onto your shoulder and drove the knife between the small gap of your vest and sunk it deep within your side and drove the knife up your side and pulled it from your flesh. Barely any time to react left you wobbling to stay on your feet. Without warning the woman went down.
You looked up and saw a silhouette holding a rifle pointed down towards you up in the helicopter. Your mind clicked into the right field mindset and you quickly pressed a hand to your wound and started trying to get over to the now-landing helicopter.
You feel the muscles in your legs start to give out. Pushing your legs further and your vision starts to spin. Glancing down at your hand, bloodied and your blood staining your vest and shirt. You heard your callsign. It sounded like it was underwater. Were you underwater? Your head felt like it was going to explode.
You slowed down for a moment, your heart pounding in your head with the sounds of gunshots ringing in your ears.
“Dice!” You heard again. Your vision cleared and you looked around, your eyelids feeling heavy. You look forwards and see Gaz standing in the helicopter that's hovering just above the ground, he’s making hand motions to try and get you to come closer. Your legs felt heavy. You blinked harshly before forcing your body to move forwards.
You stumbled forwards and got close enough to try and haul yourself up but didn’t make it too far. You reached your free arm up to try and pull yourself up, your strained muscles wouldn’t let you, but thankfully Gaz holstered his weapon and grabbed your arm and hauled you up.
You let out a groan as you rolled over to your back and held the knife wound. “Gaz, need to stop the bleeding.” You strained.
“Got it.” He said as he rummaged around looking for anything sterile. As he was looking the helicopter pulled up and higher.
“Literally just get anything that would stop the bleeding would be great any time now, Gaz.” You groaned as you lifted your head to try and look at the wound. You let your head fall back down.
Gaz had found a rag and he crouched down and applied pressure to your wound, and he stayed at your side and held your wound with the rag the entire ride back to the safehouse.
Gaz pulled you with him, arm wrapped around your ribs and your free arm over his shoulders, trying to stabilize you from falling over. Both of you hobbled to the door and Gaz pounded on the door and the remaining doors slid open as he walked through. The doors are closing behind you.
Gaz brought you into the common room and set you down on one of the stools and quickly grabbed the small medical kit that was in the drawer of a cabinet off to the side. He rushed over and and started to run the thread through the head of the needle, his hands shaking and unable to thread the needle.
By this time you pulled the bloodied cloth away and saw the blood was coming to a halt, the sticky blood holding the rag to the wound. You gently pried it away as a voice made itself known
“Gaz! You should’ve brought him to the bay, why is he here?” Another English voice had spoken up.
“Sorry L.t. this was closer.” He muttered, still trying to thread the needle with jittery hands.
“Here, give me that, grab peroxide and a cloth.” Ghost ordered as he grabbed the needle and thread from Gaz as he rushed to go grab the things he was told to get. Ghost took his gloves off and threaded the needle quickly. “I’m gonna need you to shed your vest and coat, Dice.” He said sternly.
You groaned as you started to take the vest and layers off, the split skin spiking pain all over your side and down your thigh. You lifted the side of your shirt up and in an instant you felt his cold hands touch your side before feeling the sharp prick in your side. You clenched your eyes shut.
“Atta boy.” He muttered as he held the wound together as he started to stitch up your side. Gaz quickly returned with the bottle of peroxide and cloth. “Gaz, put some peroxide on the cloth and start wiping up the blood that’s running.
You sat there in and out of your inner mindscape. Your skin felt hot, burning under every layer of skin deep into your flesh. You felt your face getting warmer, heat pooling to the creases of your eyes and temples. You closed your eyes and felt your weight shifting constantly.
“Dice, stay still.” Ghost muttered, poking your flesh again with the needle.
“Ghost, his face.” Gaz nudged him. Ghost looked up and saw how red your face was and how you had small beads of sweat pearling at your neck. He reached his hand up and felt your face.
Your brain was jumbled, not understanding the situation. You leaned your warm face into the cold hand of whoever was touching you. Their hand felt like a deep relief against your burning face. You let out a hum of satisfaction at the cold tingle across your face.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He muttered, pulling his hand away quickly, you let out a short-lived whine when his hand left your burning face, but it was soon replaced with a sharp curse.
“Fuck!” You growled, your brain coming to your senses and taking in your environment. Ghost crouched beside you stitching a thread in a particularly painful spot on your skin.
“Hello, I see you’ve come back to the land of the living.” Ghost chuckled.
“Fuck off, you twat” You painfully muttered under your breath.
“Hey there, bud, where’s your Canadian hospitality?” Ghost horribly tried to mimic your Canadian slang. You let out a pained laugh, Gaz snorted. Almost there, just keep him awake. Ghost thought internally. He was trying to keep you from dozing off.
Gaz watched as he put in the finishing stitch and then he backed up for Gaz to clean the wound with the peroxide doused rag. He quickly went to go grab gauze and medical tape and started to patch up over the stitches.
You let out a small hiss as you felt a small singe of pain throughout the wound. “Ghost, you're gonna want to get an ice-pack. He’s burning up and we need to cool him off.” Gaz explained. You watched hazily as Ghost nodded and quickly went to get some ice, your vision became spotty and shifting.
You groaned in pain as Gaz carefully placed his arm around you and under your arm. Gently pulling you from the stool and trying to bring you over to the couch on the opposite side of the common-room.
Gaz carefully lowered you down and moved a pillow, you contested, saying you were fine and just needed a few meds and you’d be fine. Gaz shook his head in disagreement and gently pushed you to lay down by your shoulder. By then Ghost had returned with the ice-packs and placed one on your forehead and behind your neck.
You let out a small hum of relief from the cold sensation against your skin. Your mind going in and out of consciousness.
You don’t remember much after that.
“Sleep well [Y/N].”
You stretched your muscles and stopped when you felt your legs resting on something. You quickly pushed yourself up and glanced towards your feet, seeing Ghost sitting up with your legs in his lap and he had a book in his hands, eyes tracing over the page. You watched as he turned his head slightly to glance at you.
“Are you feeling okay?” He asked. You noticed he had switched out his skull balaclava for a regular plain black one.
“My side hurts like a bitch.” You grumbled, pulling up your shirt to see the gauze patch, splotted with blood. “Oh.” You breathed out.
“Yeah.” Ghost paused. “Knife wound, had to stitch you up.” He explained. “You were out of it and burning up-”
“And from what I’m told,” You heard Soap to the left of you while he cut off Ghost. “You liked Ghost’s cold hands.” He chuckled.
You tensed and felt your face get warm as Ghost pat your leg. “Don’t stress it.” He muttered. “You were in shock.”
“Well now I’m gonna stress it.” You grumbled under your breath as you pulled your shirt back down.
Those embarrassing moments didn’t end there. It didn’t take long for the rest of 141 to hear about it. And even Price was intrigued at a few certain points. Which ended up with more moments of you and Ghost alone together.
You didn’t like how your skin was warm wherever he touched you, no matter how cold his skin was. Your mind was still stuck on how he patted your legs that morning you woke up from being stabbed.
You hated these feelings.
You started to want him around more. Even though every time he was around, he inadvertently reminded you of when he mentally tortured you with no sleep, and the constant pestering as well. You rolled your eyes at the thought of being in the presence of him, yet your heart started to hammer in your chest whenever he was near.
You hated it.
It makes your skin tingle and crawl. The single feeling of his presence drove you up the wall. In which it was constantly pestering you. These feelings of being drawn to the mask-clad brit were invading all of your senses and made your brain fog up like a bathroom with a hot shower going.
In turn, these feelings didn’t subside when you distracted yourself with work or even were out on a mission. It got to the point you couldn’t focus on the mission. You mentally scratched at your neck to make yourself focus.
At this current moment you and Ghost were infiltrating a cartel safehouse. You and Ghost had your guns at the ready as you walked down a hallway. Your mind fuzzy. During this split second of fuzziness. You hadn’t realized Ghost was trying to get your attention. “Dice, are you alright?” He asked quietly. You looked up and saw him slowing down, with his head facing you.
“Sorry L.t. just a bit distracted.” You admitted quietly, looking around the hallway.
“Well we don’t need that, pay attention.” He muttered.
Another few long minutes of silence as you two quietly snuck around, clearing each room. The safehouse seemingly empty. As Ghost was radioing to Price you felt your stomach churn at the weight you suddenly felt on your shoulders. You flexed them out a bit to try and ease the pressure but it didn’t work. You pinched the bridge of your nose and leaned against the wall.
Words echoing in your head. Calling you a coward for not speaking up. The words calling you pathetic for letting a small crush last for this long. Although the words were becoming loud in your mind they immediately dissipated when a light pressure was put on your shoulder.
Your vision snapped up and the grip on your gun tightened. “Easy.” Ghost warned, noticing your sudden edge. “You’re distracted, what’s going on?” He asked.
You blinked a couple times before realizing what he asked. You sighed. “Nothing you should concern yourself with, sir.” You shook your head.
“We aren’t going anywhere until you speak up.” Ghost announced quietly. “Either you grow a pair and speak up, or you can tell it to Price.” Ghost removed his hand from your shoulder and leaned against the wall beside you.
Another moment of silence.
You took a deep breath. “Do you.. want to go out for a drink sometime..? With.. me?” You asked hesitantly. Ghost turned his gaze to you.
“Is that what this is about?” He asked.
“Yeah.” You breathed out quietly.
You could hear Ghost’s soft chuckle. It made you shrink. Did he think you’re dumb? Was he laughing at how pathetic you were? Or how you think you could try and ask your superior out? Did- Your thoughts were cut off by Ghost’s voice. “I’ll make you a deal.” He started.
“And that is?” You asked quietly, waiting for the rejection.
“How about when we go back to base, we get ready and go out for drinks.” He chuckled.
“That’s not really a deal?” You asked.
You looked at him and you could see the smile squinted in his eyes. “But you’re paying.”
You paused for a moment. What?? Did he seriously agree to a date? The moment he finished what he was saying the heavy pressure from your shoulders lifted.
“Okay.” You breathed out, almost breathlessly. “Deal.” You smiled.
Since it’s Valentine’s Day soon, how would ghost be like when he’s in love? How would he show his love? Would he do anything with you on Valentine’s Day. If y’all were dating and the 141 also knew. How would he react if a random soldier asked you to be their valentine? Would he get jealous?
Ooooo, this is interesting. Thank you Anon!!
Valentine’s Day Headcanons and Scenarios
+ With Ghost!
(GN!Reader/Unspecified in Ask)
I’m torn between Ghost being relatively blunt, and him in denial. But for the sake of this, I am leaning more towards the fact he’s relatively blunt or he shows a bit more interest to you than to the rest of 141
Price talking in briefing? His attention is on your body language
Given some simple body language speaks thousands of words
He was reading you like a dictionary
Eating in a busy mess hall? His attention still on you
Heres a scenario:
After coming back from leave, everyone was talking about their time home and the mess hall was loud with chatter. You had walked in with your tray and sat down with the rest of your team. And you listened to everyone talk. And when Gaz had finished his story you deemed it the perfect opportunity to start speaking about your time home.
You were about half way through talking about the time you had spent with your family and few outside friends and the things you did. Only now did you realize, that through your entire explanation, no one was paying attention. You felt your heart hurt for a moment, quieting down and focusing on your food, keeping your eyes down to the tray in front of you, the longer you looked at it the more uneasy you felt.
“What happened after your mum started t’shout at the waitress?” Ghost spoke up to you from across the table. You looked up from your tray to Ghost. He was sitting with his finger intertwined with each other, resting on the table, he was leaning his weight on his forearms.
“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Ghost scratched his cheek through the mask before locking his hands together again.
“I asked what happened after your mum started shoutin’ at the waitress? At the restaurant?” He spoke questioningly. He read your movements. Shock. Surprise. Amusement. Those were some of the few things he picked up, another one was happiness and how you looked confused before smiling at him.
In your mind you were beaming. He was paying attention? Let alone he actually wanted to hear more of your time at home.
“Oh well she ended up yelling and. . .” You trailed on happily.
That was one of the key moments you realized you had some feelings for the skeleton-mask-clad man.
In the way of love languages,
I feel as though he would be the type of guy who’s love language is Acts of Service and Quality Time
Yk being in the military gives limited quality time and no matter what he would love some quiet quality time with you
Let it be youre also in the military
Bam quality time alone in one of your rooms.
You two don’t even have to be cuddling.
Just being in the same vicinity in calm surroundings
Just perfect
You being a civie? Great, he loves the idea he had someone to come home to.
Quality time is everything to this man
Acts of service too
Mans like to be around you and helping you as well.
The idea that he can assist you in small menial tasks
It sends him through the roof.
Valentines Day. A day you typically never celebrated. Although within recent times, you have been more keen into celebrating it. Though you are a hardened soldier, you still find the idea of being someone’s valentine adorable. And during this time you were someone’s. You had someone to return to at the end of the day. And you cherished him dearly. As did he, you.
Everyone on Task Force 141 knew you and Simon were dating. Besides it was so obvious, you two were always together.
Typically Simon was never one for PDA. But once he got more comfortable he was all over you. Constant lingering touches and head bonks.
I see Simon as the type of person to stop you literally anywhere and gently bonk his forehead against yours or against your shoulder.
Though when the trainees and their captains showed up to be housed at your facility. Simon immediately shied away from you to see what the other soldiers would do. As well as the fact that it was Valentine’s Day soon. And although you were already his. He still had a small amount of fear that someone might ask you and you say yes. It bubbled in his stomach. And another fact that didn’t ease his fear is that you were attractive. Very easy on the eyes.
Has lowkey anxiety that you’ll leave him. Needs reassurance occasionally.
It made his fear spike. Though when his fears came true. They didn’t end the way he expected them to. When he watched a captain from a different squad walk up to you all confident and full of themselves. And he even heard the captain ask. “Hey. Considering Valentine’s Day is right around the corner and you and I are both single, two good looking people I was maybe wondering if you wanted to be my valentine?”
His jealousy skyrocketed. He couldn’t stop himself from walking over immediately. His quiet footfalls fell into your ears and you smiled at the captain before you. “I apologize Captain, but I must decline. I do thank you for the compliment but I am not single. This is my Partner.” Your smile spreads wider once you feel Simon’s hand rest at the small of your back.
You could feel Simon’s hands tense against your back. He was jealous. You laughed quietly to yourself as you watched the Captain in front of you hold a bashful expression. “I apologize sergeant, I did not know. And I apologize to you as well Lieutenant. Have a good rest of your day.” They bid you goodbye and turned and walked away.
You turn to Simon. “Admit it, you were jealous.” You said quietly.
“Was not.” He said simply. “They jus’ needed t’know you were taken.” He muttered.
“More specifically you. C’mon Simon you can’t fool me with that ‘I’m not jealous’ bullshit.” You laughed.
“Fine, y’know what?” He started. “I was jealous. How can I not be with a partner like you?” He said as he pulled your body into his side.
as for what he would do for valentine’s day.
Not a public person at all
If anything he wants to do something romantic with you
But it gives him internal anxiety that you’ll find it cliché as well as the idea that being in public could leave a window of opportunity for either of you to get hurt.
On the other hand.
You couldn’t care less about what you two did for Valentines Day.
You just wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.
Ghost ends up setting up a nice dinner within the base in your room.
You both ate dinner, relaxed.
He managed to get a projector somehow and so you two watched movies off of Gaz’s netflix and Disney+ accounts.
There was a lot of cuddling, kisses and joking between you two that night.
Someone ended up having to come in and turn off the projector and return it at some point.
That person was Soap.
When he saw you two together sleeping in each other’s arms, legs tangled with each other in the sheets. He smiled warmly and picked up the projector and sheet and muttered.
“Sleep well Sergeant, sleep well L.T.”
And with that he left the room and closed the door
[let your mind think of whatelse you two did if you wanna. Could be nsfw or sfw. Its up to you to carry on afterwards :) ]
TW//Obsessive behaviour, toxic relationship, angst, blood, death, GORE
Okay so I had an idea a couple days ago, and it was, ISWM but.. Amogus? You get my drift?
Imposter!Mark x Captain!Reader
(yandere? maybaps..)
Aboard the invincible II, it was so peaceful. Everyone did their assigned jobs, you made sure no one got hurt or nothing went wrong. Everything seemed peaceful for a long time. Of course every good thing has to come to an end. In this case, the "good thing" was how smoothly everything was running. Things began to malfunction, people got hurt.
Lights began to go out more, systems failed, like asteroids or the reactor nearly blew itself up every few days. Everything started to take a long time to do because something was going wrong.
Then came the deaths.
First was Gunther
His body was found in ADS, blood spattered all over the control panel and blood running up the walls. His face beaten, nose broken, dried blood, running down his face.
When you saw his body, his stomach ripped open. A very precision-based slice from the middle chest down to just below his ribs. His small intestine spread out all over his body on display.
Cieci gagged when his body was found. When everyone had a meeting in the bridge, you had been leaning against the control panel, arms crossed, your mind whirring.
“Captain?” Mark asked softly, nudging your arm.
You snapped out of your thoughts and raised your head and noticed everyone was standing there, watching, waiting for your order and response.
“Yes?” You replied.
“What do we do?” He asked, his voice, seemingly calm, too calm.
“I-I..” You start. “I don’t know.” You sighed. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Just, everyone do their job, I’ll deal with his body.” You muttered.
Cieci sighed. “Captain we need to do something solid! Someone on this ship is murdering our crew! How do we know that they aren’t gonna go after the colonists!?” She shouted.
“Hey!” Mark seethed. “The Captain has made his orders. Follow them out!” He commanded.
You sighed. “Dismissed.” You murmured. “Cieci, please stay back.” You watched as Mark still stood beside you. You looked at Mark as everyone filed out of the room. “Mark you too.” You sighed. “I want to talk to her alone.”
“Are you sure Captain?” He asked, seemingly annoyed, but trying to cover it with concern. You nod. He sighed as well. “Just holler for me if you need me.” He grumbled as he walked to the door, it opened before him and he walked out the door closing behind him.
You wait before looking to Cieci. “There’s something wrong with Mark.” You whisper.
Her eyes went wide. “I know! He’s begun to become more possessive over you. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t seem phased when Gunther died!” She whispered.
“We need to do something, quickly.” You muttered. “He believes I’m talking to you now for standing up to me earlier. Or at least I hope he believes it.”
“Sorry about that Captain..” She mumbled sheepishly.
“We need to keep an eye on Mark from now on, make sure he doesn’t go near the colonists. If it is him. I’m afraid of what we’ll have to do.” You sighed. “Lock him in the airlock if push comes to shove.”
Cieci let out a breath she had been holding and nodded. “Do not tell the others.”
The next death was Burt.
He died in his cryopod. What looked like to be stabbed in the gut, his cause of death was a wound in the back of his neck, a knife wound, not surprising. But it hadn’t gone all the way through. His blood ran from where his neck would’ve been and ran down to the floor, his eyes were bloody, pushed in.
Cieci was beginning to be on edge. While you and Cieci were on the bridge looking out the window, you tried to comfort her panic. The computer’s voice came over the com.
“Imminent Danger, reactor has reached extreme temperatures, calculated time until destruction. Sixty seconds.” Computer said right as several alarms started going off around the ship.
You and Cieci looked at each other before quickly running out of the bridge and down the hallway, others quickly trying to make their way there as well. You pushed past and shoved your way through and began to quickly tap on the control panel.
Finally getting the menu pulled up, you placed your hand on it and you watched Cieci rush to place her hand on it as others ran around and grabbed various things, and someone quickly pointed out that the main power tube had been cut.
You grabbed one of the other crewmates’ hands and placed it where yours was and rushed over to the tube and quickly started pulling the wires apart to retwine them together. After zapping yourself a couple of times you finally get them twined together and quickly grabbed a roll of tape from a crewmate’s belt and quickly taped it together.
The alarms turned off and you let out a sigh of relief leaning against the wall and ran a hand over your face.
Everyone was in shock from what happened.
“Dismissed. Everyone go take a breather.” You told them. They seemed to understand and left, still in shock.
You looked at Cieci, she had the same thought as you.
Mark didn’t show up. Where is he?
You and Cieci pulled Mark into what was a bunk room. Typically on the ship everyone sleeps in their cryopod, but you had urged them to put some beds in for the few crew working outside of cryogenic sleep.
You pushed him back and blocked the door with your body.
“Where were you when the reactor almost blew us up?” You asked.
“When I was working on some wires in the security room, the alarms went off and it freaked me out and I pulled the wrong wire and it disabled the door.” He explained.
“I don’t believe that.” Cieci grumbled.
“Yeah I don’t either.” You backed her up. “What about when Gunther and Burt died?”
“I was in the bridge when Gunther was found and in this room when Burt was found.” He started getting defensive. “Honestly Captain, I never thought you’d accuse me of being a murderer. Have I not proved I care as much as everyone else on this ship?” He asked harshly.
“No! Because I know for a fact you’re lying! Me and Cieci were on the bridge when Gunther’s body was found! We were there! Not you!” You outreached your hand to point at him accusingly.
Mark had seemed to have nothing to say, being caught in his lie.
“Grab him.” You ordered. Cieci quickly seized his right arm and you reached and seized his left. “Mark, by my Captain’s authority, I am placing you under arrest for murder of Gunther and Burt.” You said, almost hesitant.
You couldn't believe you had to do this to your head engineer.
You and Cieci walked him to the airlock, he seemed to panic. “Y-You’re really not thinking of throwing me out the airlock, do you, Captain?” He asked quickly.
“This is the only restrained place. We won’t eject you, but you need to be put away from the rest of the crew to stop you from hurting others.” You explained.
“I don’t think so Captain..” He growled under his breath before he easily shoved Cieci off and back into the wall before he grabbed the airlock door, and threw you in harshly.
You hit your head against the wall and felt your brain spiral, your thoughts become jumbled before little black dots ensnared your vision.
“Wakey wakey, Captain..” Mark’s voice ran through your head. “Come on Captain, it’s time to wake up~” He cooed. “You’ve been sleeping all day!” He exclaimed softly.
Your eyelids felt heavy. When you opened your eyes, Mark was crouching in front of you, you seemed to be leaning against the wall, and from what you could tell, you were still in the airlock.
“There he is.” Mark grinned. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked quietly.
“Mark, what the fuck is going on?” You asked. “Did you kill Gunther and Burt?” You asked.
Mark sighed and pushed himself up to full height, looking down on you. “They had it coming.”
You tensed. “How did they have it coming!? What did the do to drive you to fucking murder!?” You shouted as you went to push yourself up, Mark quickly raised his boot and pushed you back.
“Don’t stand, Captain, you are still just waking up, we don’t want you to hurt yourself now do we?” He asked tauntingly. You took it as a sign to listen. Considering he killed two people! He could kill you too. Mark sighed as he brought his foot back down and his eyes started to wander the small room. “You know, what makes you different, is that right now, you aren’t cowering in fear, like Cieci.” He smiled and his gaze landed on you.
You look past him, seeing the door open behind him to reveal Cieci, dead against the wall parallel to the door. Her mouth sewn shut as her eyes were pushed in and her throat was slit deeply. Her hands covered in blood from trying to stop the neck wound, ultimately failing and covering herself and her clothes with more blood.
You covered your mouth to stop yourself from gagging.
“What did you do?” You asked quietly.
“They all disobeyed your orders, showed you hostility, and disrespected you.” His voice started to get aggressive. “You should show some more appreciation, I did this for you!” He took a step towards you.
He watched as you flinched.
You flinched because you were scared of him.
“You know, I was wrong, Captain, you are just like the others, cowering in fear.” He sounded angry. “You seemed different, you seemed like you’d put up a fight.”
You glance around to see what could aid you in your mission to escape. You see nothing, only the helmet on the wall, and the only way that could work is if you got past him. You made a quick split second decision and pulled back your leg and kicked up towards his knees, quickly bringing your other boot to just barely hook behind his heels.
That knocked him over onto his back as you quickly scrambled up and grabbed the helmet and whipped it towards his face and quickly staggered to the panel to close the door behind you and lock it.
You quickly saw Mark back on his feet and banging at the door. “Captain! Let me out!” He shouted through the door, banging his fist at the tempered glass window on the door.
You backed up, your foot hitting something, you turned to see Cieci’s body. You cringed before staggering to the left and made a quick turn, towards the Cryolab. You pushed open the door, rushing to the panel and opening the shields, to see the cryopods where the colonists were supposed to be sleeping, was covered in spilt blood.
Your eyes widened and you stumbled back. Flinching as you hear a loud crash. Mark got out.
“Captain!” He taunted in a coo-like voice. “Where are you Captain?”
You forced yourself out of shock and quickly closed the window shield and went to find the door into the colonists hallway, finding the door, you remembered it being particularly loud. You let out a breath you’d been holding and opened the door, it let out a particularly loud gust of wind and you quickly bolted down the hallway, beside the cryopods.
The moment you heard the door open again you ducked into a cryopod.
“Captain, you do remember I am the head engineer of this ship? Right? I did most if not all the wiring and thus I know where every panel is and which cord is where. It was easy to find which wire was connected to the door’s lock.
You mentally cursed yourself, sinking lower to the floor where the glass was non-transparent as to not be seen immediately.
“Captain, you know how easily it would be for me to find you. This is just a game of cat and mouse.” He snickers. “But when all is said and all is done, I won’t kill you. Why would I? I did all of this for you!” He shouted.
You heard him get closer and you covered your mouth with your hand to still your breathing.
“Captain, can’t you see I did all of this for you, because I love you?!” He called out, his words echoing through the hallway. “I would do anything for you! Be your one and only! Just us on this ship, no one else to interfere!” His words sounded desperate as he passed your cryopod.
You let out the breath slowly and heard him stop.
“[Y/N]..” He chuckled softly. “I know where you are, sweet boy.”
You felt your heart almost beat out of your chest, your nerves were on fire. You fucked up, you breathed too hard and he heard you. You heard slow and evenly paced footsteps towards your cryopod.
“[Y/N], Captain, why do you hide from me?” He asked ever so gently.
“Why do you hide when all I want is to love you. And for you to reciprocate those feelings.” Another step closer before his shadow appeared over you.
He looked through the glass and looked down at you, only now, in this light did you notice all the blood staining over his suit, a small chunk of flesh stuck in his collar. And when you looked at his face, he smiled softly.
“Oh, [Y/N].. I only want to love you, why don’t you see that?”
“Because you’ve murdered thousands!” You shout.
“All because I wanted to prove my love and loyalty to you! They didn’t deserve you! You were a bright moon in the night sky and they were small stars millions of light years away. They were taking away from your admiration!” He ranted. “So I put those stars out so you, my moon, will be the only one who is focused on.” He looked at your terrified expression with a gentle face so full of love and care.
It was honestly sickening that he could look like that while drenched in the blood of thousands.
He reached around and opened the door to the cryopod and stood above you.
“Moon, why don’t you come out from the clouds so I can admire you?”
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Can you please do a headcanon thing of the 141 team + Alejandro, Konig on how they would react riding a horse? Weather for the first time or they have history in equestrianism is up to you
Equestrianism? Listen man, I know little to nothing about horses. Uhhh I’ll do my best lmao.
Price
- Mans is relatively old(old man)
- He obviously knows about horses, who doesn’t?
- Considering he’s in the military he has had little to no time to ride horses whatsoever.
- If introduced to the idea, he’d look at you like 🤨
- Price would try to ride a horse once though, just to humour himself.
- Actually does quite well and suggests that you two go back at least once every time you two are off duty.
Gaz
- I feel as though Gaz would at least have ridden a horse once or twice before.
- Occasionally rides horses recreationally when he’s not on mission
- Probably spends time at a stable working with horses every so often.
- Mans loves going out on hour long trail rides with you.
- HE LIVES FOR IT
- Just the idea of the two of you relaxing somewhere on a trail only in each other’s company(+ the horses) is so serene to him.
- 110% better if you’re a civie and not in the military because he’d relish these moments with you.
- If you’re in the military he would enjoy the moment just as much because both of you are off duty and spending quality time together.
Soap
- I’m split between Soap having ridden a horse once, or him not knowing much on them at all.
- Mans is hesitant about it
- Riding a horse?
- Why?
- He doesn’t understand the feeling of freedom that riding a horse gives someone until he actually rides a horse.
- Will not want to get off
- Will have to get off to let the horse rest
- Lowkey he would be salty about actually enjoying the horse ride
Ghost
- Mans knows shit fuck all about horses.
- Never ridden a horse whatsoever
- Only seen them in photos lmao
- Is not up to the idea of riding a horse
- Not in a million years.
- Though those million years go quite fast because you’d end up convincing him one way or another and boom
- Here you are trying to help him into the saddle and his muscles are shaking.
- Legit cannot fathom the idea that he’s a military man hardened by years of service who’s shaking while trying to get on a horse
König
- No. Just no.
- He has not experienced ridding a horse, seeing one, hearing one, or even been in a 50km radius of one.
- If introduced to the idea of riding horses, he’s scared he might hurt it.
- Would stand like 🧍♂️ while waiting for the horse to be geared up.
- If man’s gets into the saddle he would ultimately end up getting his feet caught in the stirrups.
- Will literally panic when the horse moves.
- Killing people and warfare is his forte. Not riding horses.
- Would calm down after about 20 minutes, his muscles would still be a bit tensed and he tries to ease up the pressure put on the horse.
- Still worried he would hurt it.
- Undoubtedly would relax even more and become comfortable and enjoy the ride probably about half way through.
Alejandro
- Dude’s isn’t very up to the idea of riding a horse.
- Like Soap, Why????
- He’s probably give you a 👁️👄👁️ look if you brought it up.
- I feel as though he’d do pretty well actually if he were to ride a horse.
- Though mans is muscled up from the military, he would grumble about how his knees and ankles hurt from being bent.
- The moment a breeze would woosh by, he’d be like in a movie where hes riding a horse and looking into the distance with the wind blowing through his short locks and a phrase would show up above him. “No matter how hard the journey, the end result is worth it”
- Would act like he was in a movie
- Then realize how cheesy he was being and then lowkey is embarrassed the rest of the ride
- Would want to ride a horse again and suggests it every so often.
When William, the Colonel, shot you, it was Damien and Celine who seemed to catch you when you fell from the second floor over the railing.
They had promised to help you get revenge. To put you at ease. But they needed a host, they promised to come back soon with someone’s body for you to take as your own. You lent them your body.
Fucking backstabbing assholes.
You had watched from behind the shattered glass, of Damien and Celine, walking away in your body, it slowly morphing into one of their features.
They didn’t come back for a long time. They still haven’t returned
Soon that one mirror in the endless void turned to hundreds, surrounding you in a circle, not letting you leave the confine and having to watch the same image for years. It was hell.
Having to watch the same thing, over and over and over again. Constantly. You watched as the manor grew old, and dusty. You watched teens run through it exploring to see if there were ghosts.
Commonly they looked at the mirror. You never showed yourself. No reason to. It wasn’t like they could get you out.
They made stories and theories about you. About the man who went missing in this failing frame of a once beautiful mansion. The rich man who had gone missing during the death of the owner. They theorized that the owner had killed you and then took his own life. Another famous one was that you killed Actor and ran off with his riches, changed your name, made a life for yourself.
You often imagined yourself running away, starting a new life, making new friends, never going anywhere near that fucking mansion again.
You slowly watched as your own appearance didn’t look like your own. Your face looked like it morphed into someone elses, your hands looked weaker, eyes sunken in.
Nothing changed except your mental stability. You were hallucinating.
You sat in one spot for as long as you could remember On the floor, in front of one big shattered mirror, watching the manor. Your knees pulled to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, gripping back at your shoulders. Nails unconsciously scratching at your shoulders and collarbone.
Your eyes seemed dry. You cried a lot before. But now it just seems like a waste of hydration. Your eyes burned, burned at the corners and along your waterline.
Sleeping was a thing that never happened. If you could sleep, it would only be for a few minutes.
All there seemed to be everywhere is silence.
Every little while(it seems like a little while yet its actually years) you start muttering to yourself. Any memory you can remember. Each time, losing details. But the most common memory you recite it the one that got you here.
When Mark died. You mainly recalled the night you all had, partying.
How you kept running Damien’s account slowly dry, every $100 here and there.
You missed being free.
Being able to go places
see things.
Instead of this fucking mirror.
You felt your nails dig into the nape of your neck, you felt nothing but anger. How could they have left you here?
Backstabbing
Fucking
Traitorous
Son of a-
Static.
You jolted before turning your head.
Eyes scanning the area lined with mirrors that you were a slave to.
The static-ringing sound got more intense. You saw a mirror to your right become bright. You stood and felt every joint crunch under your weight.
You watched as a black shiny shoe walked through your side of the mirror, followed by a pant leg. You watched as a man slowly emerged from the mirror.
Your eyes widened, was this freedom?
The man’s face, phased out beyond comprehension. When his face cleared. Your hopes dropped.
Motherfucking traitor
It was Damien’s face. You felt anger bubble within you.
He looked around before his gaze landed on you.
“You poor thing..”
He sighed.
You furled your hands into fists, feeling your nails dig into your palm.
“You’re still here?” He asked. Seemingly in a taunting tone.
“Traitor.” You muttered, your voice hoarse and raspy from disuse.
“No, I said I would come back, thus I am here.” He scoffed.
“It has been years!” You hollered. “You have left me in here for fucking years! You said you’d come back soon!”
“And I have.” He replied nonchalantly.
“No! I have been alone for fucking years. Only being able to watch the same fucking wall, the same fucking window, and the same fucking railing I was shot over!” You ranted. “I have been in this fucking mirror for longer than you have!”
He listened to you rant to him. He could sense your loneliness, your depressiveness. He felt guilt in the beginning. Having the constant words of “He let you do this.” and “He’s okay with it.” play through his head, the words Celine would coo to him.
You seemed angrier at his silence.
You trudged over. Muscles still stiff, unused like your voice. “I have been here long enough for the dust to settle between the cracks of the mirror. I have been here long enough to watch children wander through this abandoned mansion!” You reached your hands up and gripped the lapels of his suit coat. “I have been here long enough those fucking children made stories about me being here! Little fucking fairy tales that I killed the Actor and ran with his money!”
“I heard of that one.” He muttered. “Quite interesting, a theory was that you were hiding in Europe, away from here.” He shrugged before grabbing hold of your wrists and tugging them off harshly.
“You left me here! You promised to come get me soon!”
“Here I am.”
“NO! It has been years Damien! You-” He cut you off by his right hand snapping for your neck like a python. His hand grabbed at your neck and picked you up and walked with you as he shoved you back into one of the many mirrors surrounding you. His hand squeezed at your neck as he raised you higher against the mirror.
“I am not Damien anymore.” He spat. “I am no longer just that fool. I have grown better and stronger than he ever was. His foundation grew into me now. You will not address me as ‘Damien’ you fucking parasite.” He seethed. The ringing and static surrounding the room getting exponentially louder and more harsh on your ears.
“Fucking bitch.” You strained.
“I came to get you. But now I see you deserve to be in here for at least another hundred years! You fucking buffoon.” He snarled. “You don’t deserve to be walking around, you don’t deserve my mercy, you don’t deserve to be free from this hell.”
You reached up to try and pry his hand off.
“You deserve everything you get here. You deserve to suffer, to rot in this miserable wasteland.” He growled. He leaned closer to your ear, voice getting noticeably deeper, more dark and staticky.
“I’m going to leave you here to rot, little parasite.”
With that he squeezed his hand tighter before pulling you back from the mirror, and slamming you back against it.
He pulled you back again, and threw you against an opposite mirror across the void gap.
“I hope you suffer.” He mused before straightening his jacket, and walking back over to the mirror he came from.
You pushed yourself up, and looked at him. “W-Wait!” You called out.
He stopped and glanced at you.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me here.” You cried out softly. “I can’t deal with this any longer.” You felt tears running down your face. Your voice wavered.
You watched as the man, formerly known as Damien, walk over and stop before you. You must look pathetic, some scratched up, crying little bug, for him to squish beneath his shoe. He crouched down in front of you and harshly grabbed hold of your chin. “My, my, little bug. Sweet little parasite. Oh how the mighty have fallen, little cockroach.” His grip tightened on your face. “I can’t wait to watch you lose your mind in this eternal prison.” He chuckled softly. “To watch you cry for a freedom that will never come.”
He dropped your face, wiped the tears off his hands with a handkerchief and returned it to his pocket, he stood and walked over to the tall gaping mirror he entered through. “Goodbye, little bug, may your paranoia reach no bounds.” He chuckled and began walking through with a laugh.
Leaving you alone. Alone again.
You had one chance to get out.
And you fucked it up.
You weren’t leaving.
You couldn’t leave.
You let your head rest on the ground and let your arms reach for your shoulder. You cried quietly before letting out a loud, ear piercing cry, followed by incomprehensible sobs.
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//If you like this piece, consider checking out my other oneshots! I just recently got more into the markiplier fandom so if you like this, be sure to check out my other oneshots of the other egos! My requests are open as well!!//
Sooo I had an idea, so this is kinda like an avian au where everyone is a birb like Phil. This will also be like a GN reader and can really be any because its They/Them! most of the next oneshots will either be Male or Non Binary, I don't really feel comfortable writing female readers that much anymore.
Techno: 17
You and Wilbur: 16
Tommy: 11
TW// Blood, mutilation, knives, needles, mention of vomiting, angst.
Anyways, this is fluffy in the beginning, then angsty, and maybe fluffy at the end, I haven't decided yet. Enjoy being apart of SBI!!
Edit: Its fluffy at the end!
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You hadn't been the best at flying, being Wilbur's twin, Tommy's older sibling, and Techno's younger sibling, you had a lot of responsibility, you were really the only one with rational thinking unlike the rest of your brothers. But due to the fact that you had to look after them most of the time, it didn't give you time to yourself.
Plus with Tommy as the youngest, Philza gave him all the attention he wanted and needed. You as one of the middle's with not much about you unlike your brothers, (and being the only sibling with almost complete independence) Phil didn't really think you needed his attention all the time.
Which in this case, his attention was needed, because you couldn't fly, but besides from you preferring to stay on the ground, you'd never learnt how to fly and properly use your wings.
"Phiiilllll" You drawled out as you stumbled down the stairs and landed on the floor and shuffled into the kitchen to see Phil cooking breakfast.
"What's up, [Y/N]?" He asked as he turned to you while setting the spatula down.
"When are we going into town?" You ask.
"Probably at noon? Why?" He quizzed you.
"I just wanna go out, I feel confined and I wanna go buy you, Wil, Techno, and Tommy something." You said with a grin.
"Alright, how about you go wake the boys up, and we will have breakfast, get ready, and then we will go out earlier?" He compromised.
"Bet!" You said with a large grin, you turned heel and bolted up the stairs and into Tommy's room. "Get up, Tiny!" You said as you quickly grabbed the pillow from under his head and hit him with it.
It gave you a lot of satisfaction when you saw him trying to avoid the hits with the pillow. You threw the pillow at him and ran back to yours and your twin's room. You glanced at Wilbur and yanked the blanket off him and started singing some of the sheet music you of his you had read off-key.
"You need to lower your voice a bit to get the right pitch." He mumbled.
"You need to get up! If we eat breakfast really fast we get to go into town!" You said while grabbing his leg and pulling Wil out of bed.
You drop his leg and run out of the room and went to Techno's room and gently knocked and opened the door slowly. He was already awake and sitting at his desk running his hand through his hair. He seemed to notice your presence because he leaned back in his chair and looked at you. "Mornin'" He drawled.
"Morning Techno!" You said happily. "Come downstairs for breakfast when you're ready because we are gonna be going into town!"
" 'lright" Techno said as he turned back to his desk and took out a new piece of parchment and scribbled down a few words. "I'll be down in a few, lemme finish this letter and I'll see ya down there." Techno said quietly.
It gave you an off feeling but you thought you were being paranoid. You then smiled. "Alright, see you soon!" And with that you went back downstairs to see Wilbur and Tommy complaining about something along the lines of bananas.
You shuffled over to your regular seat at the table and sat down. A few moments later Phil came over with plates of food and set them down, Techno followed soon after from down the stairs.
The next half hour was filled with chatter amongst the five of you about the day ahead and plans for the weekend. Phil was gonna be going out for a day or so, Wil was heading into town to preform his music, Tommy was gonna go hang out with a few of his friends, Jack, Niki, Tubbo and some kid he calls Quackity, but his name's Alex. And finally, you and Techno were planning to do some exploring in the woods past the town.
After breakfast was over with everyone got dressed properly. And was getting ready to head into town. You had gotten dressed in [Outfit if your choice, if you wanna, comment! I wanna see what you peeps come up with!] and grabbed your pouch of gold and your bag. You put the pouch in the bag and slung it over your shoulder.
You walked downstairs and pulled your [Shoes/boots, etc.] on and stood outside and waited. As you waited, Wilbur and Techno came out to wait as well. "Tommy's being stubborn." Wil laughed." He wants to wear his cloak and paper crown to match Techno."
"Rightfully so. I'm awesome, if I do say so myself." Techno said with a chuckle.
When Tommy and Phil came out finally, Tommy was wearing one of his green t-shirts and paper crown. You smiled and watched as Tommy waddled out of the house, with Phil following behind him.
You smiled and ran over to your horse. You quickly fastened the saddle on him and placed your foot in the stirrup and pulled yourself up. "Come on buddy, lets go." You say as you gently put your heel in his side.
You watched as your brothers and father unfolded their wings and you watched as they flapped them enough until they were off the ground. You watched as Phil helped Tommy into the air, you remembered Phil was teaching you to fly. He stopped after Tommy came into the picture, he became solely focused on Tommy and you were pushed to the back of the photo.
You frowned as you rode your horse on the trail through the woods to the village.
When you all had gotten there and landed, you separated from the group to go and buy a few things. You went over to a crystal kiosk that was in the middle of the town with a bunch of other stalls. You found a small box of amethysts and picked out a few. They represented your family, the biggest for Phil, as he is the oldest and your father, the second largest for Techno, you had found two that looked almost identical, so those were for you and Wilbur, and a smaller one for Tommy, as he is the youngest.
You brought them to the man who ran the stall. He had a huge handlebar moustache and wore a cowboy hat. "Hi, how are you?" He asked politely.
"I'm doing alright, thanks. How about you?" You asked.
"I'm doing okay, did you find everything you were looking for?" He asked with a smile.
"Yeah I did! I am buying five amethysts." You said as you placed them down in front of him. "I'm buying them for my dad and brothers." You smiled.
"Ain't that just sweet." He awed. "Well, since you are so well-mannered, I'll cut a few gold off." He smiled. "That will be 7 gold." He said as you pulled out your gold pouch. You reached in and grasped 7 gold coins and placed them on the counter. The man smiled and grabbed them and placed them in a box under the counter. "If you ever need anything I live down the pathway, take your first left and 4 cottages down." He said kindly.
"Thank you! And I'll remember that." You said as you grabbed the five crystals. "Have a good day sir!" You said as you turned around, ruffled your nearly useless wings and waved.
"You as well, see ya later birdy." He chuckled and looked away cheerfully.
You walked away and rejoined with the rest of your family, feeling eyes on you. You stopped for a moment to look around. You frowned and turned back to your family and walked with them.
Everyone had gone home, they flew while you rode your horse, but you still felt eyes on you, it was a feeling you couldn't shake. You made it home, after everyone was in the house. You tied your horse up outside and walked outside the house. You sat down facing towards the house as the sun was going down and enjoyed the brisk breeze.
As the wind was blowing in your ears you failed to hear the two set of footsteps behind you, creeping up closer and before you could react, someone put your in a headlock and covered your mouth with a rag while another man held a syringe and quickly jabbed it into your arm and pushed whatever was in the needle into your arm.
You felt your mind go hazy as your body went limp and you felt exhausted. You felt every poke and prod at your wings and when it came time for them brandish a knife, you couldn't move nor speak. You tried to move your muscles, anything. You struggles were in vain as you had barely muttered your father's name and the two men laughed.
They dragged your body further from the house, just into the tree line and in the bushed where unknowing to you, is where you would spend the next 6 hours.
You felt the cold metal against your wings and felt the sharp pain that followed as they began to basically saw your right wing off after they had pushed you to the ground and kept a knee on the base of your neck.
Every jagged cut on each wing, you could feel it. Every turn of the knife, every movement. You could feel it all but all you could do is lie there muttering your dad's name and cry.
You didn't understand how they couldn't hear anything going on. Or any of them wondering where you went. Did they care at all? You cried harder as your eyes stung from the tears that welled up at the corners of your eyes.
As you had just went to try and move again, there was a soft thud. "One down. One to go."
You felt as the knife and calloused hands gripped your other wing and started cutting. Feeling the tendons split as your back started to ache even more, the blood running down your ribs and down the small of your back and pooling there.
You whined Wil's name before crashing and your head became too much and your vision was enclosed in darkness.
You woke up, feeling someone or something warm. They were carrying you with one arm under your legs and one around your back. It seemed to be placed very strategically so it wasn't even anywhere near your wings.
You tried to speak but it came out as a cough. You opened your tired eyes and looked at who it was, and it was the man with the handlebar moustache from before. "I'm bringin' you home, don't worry." He sighed.
You barely nodded and slumped down, watching as this man was still walking out of the woods? Did those men drag you further into the trees than before?
You watched hazily as your family's house came into view. You saw your horse and Tommy's little family of raccoons scuttling away as the man with the moustache carried you up the stairs and kicked the door to try and get their attention.
You quickly heard footsteps run to the door and heard the lock click as the door was swung open. You saw Tommy's face contort into something horrified. "[Y/N]!" He exclaimed as he went to hug you. You gasped as his arm ran across what was your wings, which is now two bloody stumps. You jolted away and let out a cry of pain.
"Where's your father?" Moustache man asked.
"Who are you?!" Tommy shouted, trying to seem confident and intimidating.
"I'm Cormac, I was talking with [Y/N] yesterday at the market and I found them while I was walking to my daughter's house." Cormac explained. "Now where is your father?" He asked hurriedly.
"Dad, Techno, and Wil went searching for [Y/N] hours ago." Tommy sniffed.
"Go find them, I'll get [Y/N] inside and get them to lay down." Cormac muttered as he passed Tommy. "Go." He ordered and Tommy quickly ran and took flight to go search and bring back his father and brothers.
Cormac quickly shuffled over to the couch and placed you down on your stomach and rushed to the bathroom to search for a medical kit. He soon found one and made it back to you and saw you crying while clutching a pillow between your arms with your feet tucked up closer to you.
"It hurts." You cried.
"I know, I know, but we'll get you fixed up, and you'll be fine." His voice wavered. "Okay birdy? You'll be okay."
"W-Wheres dad?" You asked, fresh tears falling from your eyes.
"I don't know but he'll be here soon-" Cormac paused at the front door, which had swung open quickly and emeged from the outside was Tommy pulling on Phil's sleeve with tears running down his face while Techno and Wilbur followed behind quickly.
When Techno saw the stranger in his house he quickly drew a sword. "Stop!" Tommy shouted as he gripped Techno's arm. "He brought them here! He saved them!"
Phil rushed over to you and looked at the two bloody stumps where your wings once were. "Dad," you cried. "Will they grow back?" You sniffed.
"I'm sorry kiddo. I don't think so." He muttered. You muffled a cry as you buried your head in the pillow. "We'll bring you upstairs where you can lay out more and we'll have more space." He said shakily as he picked you up and brought you upstairs. You watched as Tommy clung to Techno and Wilbur had an empty look that was fixated on you.
Wilbur followed quickly into your room and they set you down. Cormac was talking to Phil and soon enough, Phil dismissed him. Cormac walked past Wilbur and stopped beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "The best you can do is be there for them." He said before patting his shoulder and walked out.
"Wil.." You muttered while glancing at him. His vision snapped over to you. You weakly patted the bed beside you as Phil was running in and out of the room to make a potion and get the wound cleaned up.
Wilbur walked over to you and sat down, you weakly pulled him down and laid your head on his arm and cried softly. "I'm sorry." Wilbur muttered.
"Shut up." You said softly. "Not your fault"
"I didn't pay attention to you and even when you didn't come into the house. I should've payed attention." Wilbur explained.
"I'll be fine. Be quiet and relax." You mumbled as you drifted off in pain.
Within the next few weeks you had barely left your room, due to the fact that you had no balance anymore without your wings, and the back pain you felt constantly didn't let you go that far. Tommy and Wilbur were at your side at all times. One night in particular Wil and Tommy fell asleep in your and Wil's shared room. Phil had came in to check in on all of you.
"Hey [Y/N].." He sighed. "How are you doing?"
"Alright I guess. It still hurts." You frown.
"You'll feel better soon." Phil said softly.
"It's not just that, dadza.. It's also in here." You sighed as you gently knocked on the side of your head.
"How so?" He asked.
"Why did you forget about me when Tommy was born?" You asked.
"What?" He asked.
"When Tommy was born, you were teaching me to fly because most of my primary feathers had grown out. But when he was born, you stopped and basically forgot about me." You looked down and fumbled with your hands
Phil seemed speechless. He hadn't realized it at all. He had neglected you completely. "I-" Phil didn't know how to respond.
"Was I really that hard to teach that you drop me the moment someone else comes into the picture?" You asked while looking up at him.
"No. No not at all!" He reassured. "I won't deny the fact that I forgot about you. I'm sorry." Phil mumbled. "I am so sorry. I honestly didn't realize it at first and thought that the reason you didn't fly was because you didn't like to or you didn't want to be defined by your wings." Phil looked down and sighed.
You spoke up. "You always treated the others more like family than you do me, dad. You talk with them just fine but when you talk to me, you seem to be stepping on eggshells and trying not to say something." You pause. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" You ask
Phil shook his head. "I've told you everything."
"Well. I think then, once I'm healed up, Phil, I'm gonna move out. I have a few friends that I can live with." You sigh, letting your tears build up. "I'm sorry."
A few weeks later after you had the strength to move, you started packing your things. Everyone was trying to convince you not to leave. But you had your mind set on other things.
Soon enough you had all your clothes packed, and a few trinkets. You found a small box, made of wood, the hinges were rusted. You flipped the lock open and pushed the top off. Inside were the crystals you had bought over a month ago. You smiled softly, you closed the box and held the box in your hands as you took the last trunk with your things in it outside to the cart fastened to your horse.
You placed the trunk on the last free space on the bottom of the cart and fastened it into place. Everyone came outside and stood there.
"I'm gonna miss you [Y/N]" Tommy said as he ran towards you and hugged you. You quickly returned the hug.
"I'll miss you too Toms, but I need a change of scenery." You said softly and pulled away. You crouched down to his height and opened the box. You pulled out the smallest crystal and handed it to him with a smile.
Tommy's face lit up and grabbed the crystal.
"What did you buy for us?" Techno asked.
"I bought a bundle of amethysts I had bought when we went into the village over a month ago, before.." You paused. "Anyways, I bought these from Cormac." You said as you fished out each crystal as you stood and patted Tommy's back and walked towards your brothers and father.
You placed the biggest crystal in Phil's hands. And gave him a hug. "I forgive you." You muttered. Phil quickly wrapped his arms around you. You felt his tears seep onto your shirt. "Here, Wil, Techno, the smaller one of the two is Wil's because I have one thats almost the exact same. And the bigger one is yours Techno because your our big brother." You smiled as you reached your hand out to hand them the crystals.
They take them and join the hug. So does Tommy. "Gonna miss you, nerd." Techno chuckled.
"Me too." Wil mutters.
"I'll miss all of you guys." You said. "But I'll come visit, after all, Wil? I think you know my new room mate." You say as you pull away from everyone.
"Who is it?" Phil asks.
You get on your horse and smile, while putting the box in a satchel. "Do you remember Niki?"
