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Misheard (Simon Riley Imagine)
The cabin was silent except for the crackling fireplace and the wind dragging tree branches across the roof.
Hours earlier, the mission had nearly gone catastrophically wrong.
Y/N had taken a round through her side while covering Soap’s advance. The bullet had passed cleanly enough that Price and Ghost had managed to remove it inside the safehouse with the team’s medical supplies. It hadn’t been pretty. There had been blood, shaking hands despite years of experience, and more than one moment where everyone thought they might lose her.
But she’d made it.
Now she was confined to one of the upstairs bedrooms, wrapped in blankets with fresh stitches stretching across her ribs. The painkillers had finally let her sleep.
She woke with a dry throat that burned.
It took her a moment to remember where she was.
The unfamiliar wooden ceiling.
The moonlight creeping through the curtains.
The ache that shot through her side as she breathed.
“…Water…”
She swallowed painfully.
Her bottle was empty.
Slowly, she pushed herself upright, biting her lip as the movement tugged at her stitches.
Easy…
Every step downstairs felt like someone dragging a knife through her side.
She held the railing with one hand and pressed the other against her bandages, trying to stay quiet.
Light flickered from the living room.
The others were awake.
She hadn’t meant to listen.
She only wanted water.
But as she reached the last few steps, Ghost’s unmistakable voice drifted through the hallway.
“…she isn’t ready.”
Y/N froze.
Price sighed.
“I know.”
Soap leaned back in his chair.
“We’ve got to think about the team first.”
Gaz nodded.
“If she slows us down…”
Y/N’s heartbeat skipped.
Ghost spoke again.
“I don’t like leaving people behind.”
Price answered quietly.
“None of us do.”
Soap rubbed a hand over his face.
“But if it comes to that…”
“…mission comes first.”
Silence.
Then Ghost spoke in the same calm, emotionless voice that always hid everything.
“She’s still new.”
Price exhaled.
“Exactly.”
Gaz added softly,
“We’ve only known her a few weeks.”
Another pause.
Then Price quietly said,
“We’ll make the call when the time comes.”
Y/N didn’t hear the rest.
She couldn’t.
Her ears rang too loudly.
They’re talking about me.
I’m slowing them down.
If another mission goes wrong… they’ll leave me.
Her chest tightened.
Of course.
She was the newest member.
Barely proven herself.
Now she’d been shot.
A liability.
Everything they’d done for her suddenly felt… obligatory.
Not because they cared.
Because soldiers didn’t leave wounded teammates to die.
Until they had to.
The thought hit like another bullet.
Without making a sound, she turned around.
Every step upstairs hurt more than before.
She shut her bedroom door carefully.
Locked it.
The tiny click echoed through the room.
Then she slid down against it.
Her breathing became shaky.
“…I knew it…”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“They regret bringing me…”
She buried her face in her knees.
The room felt impossibly empty.
She’d finally thought she’d found somewhere she belonged.
A team.
People she admired.
People she’d started trusting.
Apparently…
She’d misunderstood everything. She eventually forced herself toward the bed.
The movement pulled painfully at her side. She ignored it.
She curled onto the mattress, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her shoulders trembled. Every shaky breath tightened her abdomen.
The fresh stitches strained.
One sharp sob escaped before she could stop it.
Rip.
Pain exploded through her side.
She gasped.
“No…”
Warmth spread beneath the bandages.
She looked down. Dark crimson slowly seeped through the white gauze. Her stomach dropped.
“I… no…”
She tried to sit up.
The movement only made it worse. Another stitch gave way. Blood began soaking into the sheets. Not fast enough to pour. But steadily. Relentlessly.
She pressed trembling fingers over the wound.
It hurt. Everything hurt. Her side. Her chest. Her heart.
Tears blurred her vision until she couldn’t tell where the blood ended and the blankets began.
“…I’m sorry…”
She whispered it to no one.
“I’m trying…”
Her hand weakened. The pressure eased. Blood continued to stain the mattress beneath her.
Downstairs, laughter briefly drifted up from the living room. Ghost had apparently said something dry enough for Soap to laugh despite himself. The sound broke her heart.
She cried harder, convinced they were already moving on without her.
And none of them noticed that, only one floor above, the newest member of Task Force 141 lay alone in the darkness—bleeding silently into the bed, believing the people downstairs had already decided she wasn’t worth saving anymore.
The room grew colder. Or maybe it was just her. Y/N couldn’t tell anymore.
She kept one trembling hand pressed against her side, but her fingers were slick with blood now. Every time she tried to push harder, they slipped.
“…Stay awake…”
She whispered the words to herself. She wasn’t sure whether she’d actually spoken them aloud.
The mattress beneath her had become damp and warm. Her vision blurred at the edges.
She blinked, trying to focus on the moonlight spilling through the window.
Just… wait until morning. She didn’t want to bother them. If they already thought she was a liability… If they already regretted bringing her onto the team… Then waking them because she’d made her own stitches tear open felt unbearable.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
“I’ll… fix it…”
But she couldn’t even remember how she’d intended to.
Downstairs, the conversation had finally died down. Price stretched with a groan.
“We should get some sleep.”
Soap stood, carrying empty mugs toward the kitchen. Gaz yawned.
“Long day tomorrow.”
Ghost hadn’t moved much during the entire conversation. His eyes drifted toward the staircase. Something tugged at him. A feeling he couldn’t explain.
“You lot head up.”
Price looked at him.
“You coming?”
“In a minute.”
Price gave him a small nod before disappearing upstairs with Soap and Gaz.
Silence settled over the cabin once again.
Ghost stared into the dying fire. Something wasn’t right. He replayed the evening in his head. The operation. Removing the bullet. Checking her bandages. She’d been exhausted. She should’ve slept through the night. He frowned. The unease wouldn’t leave.
With a quiet sigh, he climbed the stairs.
The hallway was dark.
Every door stood closed.
Ghost passed Soap’s room.
Gaz’s.
Price’s.
Then he stopped outside Y/N’s door.
Something…
He frowned.
There was a faint metallic scent in the air. His military instincts sharpened instantly.
Blood.
His hand closed around the doorknob.
Locked.
His pulse quickened.
“Y/N.”
No answer.
He knocked once. Nothing. A little louder.
“Y/N.”
Still nothing.
Now the unease became alarm.
He stepped back.
One solid kick. The old lock splintered apart. The door slammed inward.
For one horrifying second…
He thought the bed was simply covered with dark blankets.
Then the smell hit him.
Blood. Far too much of it. The sheets beneath her were soaked crimson. Y/N lay curled onto her side, one pale hand still weakly covering the ruined bandages.
Her skin looked almost grey. Her lips had lost their color. Her eyes were only half-open. Unfocused.
Ghost crossed the room in two strides.
“Bloody hell…”
He dropped to his knees beside the bed.
“Y/N!”
No response.
Only a tiny, exhausted sound escaped her throat.
He carefully pulled her hand away from her side.
His jaw clenched.
Several stitches had torn open.
Fresh blood welled from the wound.
“Damn it.”
He immediately pressed both hands firmly over the injury.
Not enough to hurt her—
Enough to stop the bleeding.
She flinched weakly.
“…S-Simon…?”
Her voice was barely audible.
“I’m here.”
Her eyelids fluttered.
“I…”
She frowned as if forming words required enormous effort.
“…Sorry…”
His eyes narrowed.
“Don’t.”
“I… messed up…”
“You didn’t.”
“…I’m… slowing…”
Her words dissolved into confused mumbling.
Ghost’s heart sank.
She wasn’t making sense anymore.
Blood loss.
He leaned toward the bedroom door and shouted with a voice that echoed through the entire cabin.
“PRICE!”
Footsteps thundered instantly.
Then-
“SOAP!”
Another pair of feet hit the floor.
“GAZ! MED KIT! NOW!”
Within seconds, all three burst into the room.
Price stopped dead.
“…Christ.”
Soap’s face drained of color.
“There was no bleeding when I checked her…”
Gaz was already opening the trauma bag.
Ghost never lifted his hands from her wound.
His gloves were completely red now.
“She’s lost too much.”
Price was beside him in an instant.
“What happened?”
Ghost shook his head.
“Don’t know.”
He looked down at the barely conscious woman.
Her eyes were drifting shut again.
“No.”
His voice was low.
Commanding.
“Stay with me.”
She tried.
Really tried.
Her eyes opened for only a second.
She looked directly at him.
“…You… came…”
There was such quiet surprise in her voice that it made something twist painfully in his chest.
“Course I did.”
A tiny, almost disbelieving smile flickered across her lips before her eyes rolled back.
“Y/N!”
Her body went limp.
Soap immediately checked her pulse.
“I’ve got one.”
Gaz handed over fresh dressings while Price took over applying pressure so Ghost could help stabilize her.
As Ghost moved, he noticed something lying on the pillow beside her head. A damp patch. Not blood. Tears. Far too many to have come from pain alone.
His gaze lingered on them for only a heartbeat before he looked back at her pale face. Something else had happened tonight. Something had broken her long before her stitches had.
Price worked quickly, his movements calm despite the urgency.
“Soap, saline.”
“In.”
“Gauze.”
“Here.”
“Gaz, keep pressure on that dressing.”
Ghost barely heard the orders.
He knelt beside the bed, one gloved hand supporting Y/N’s shoulder while the other steadied her wrist.
Her pulse was still there.
Weak.
Too fast.
Every few seconds her eyelids fluttered, but she couldn’t seem to keep them open.
Price inspected the wound with a grim expression.
“The stitches have opened in three places.”
He glanced at the blood-soaked sheets.
“She shouldn’t have been moving around.”
Soap swallowed.
“Can we close it again?”
“We have to.”
The next few minutes blurred together. Fresh disinfectant. New sutures. Clean bandages wrapped tightly around her side.
She stirred once when the needle passed through her skin.
A tiny whimper escaped her lips.
Ghost instinctively reached for her hand.
“It’s alright.”
She didn’t seem to hear him.
When Price finally tied off the last stitch, he leaned back with a weary sigh.
“The bleeding’s stopped.”
Nobody relaxed.
Not yet.
Price checked her pulse again.
“It’s steadier.”
Gaz quietly gathered the bloodied bandages into a bag.
Soap stripped the ruined sheets from the mattress, his usual humor nowhere to be found.
The room was silent.
Too silent.
After several minutes, Y/N stirred.
Her eyelashes trembled.
She blinked slowly at the wooden ceiling.
Everything felt… heavy.
Her head pounded.
She turned slightly before immediately gasping in pain.
“Easy.”
Ghost’s voice.
She looked toward him.
He was still sitting beside the bed.
Mask on.
Arms resting on his knees.
Watching her.
“You lost a fair bit of blood.”
She frowned.
“…Sorry.”
Soap let out an exasperated breath.
“Would you stop apologizing?”
She looked confused.
“I…”
Price stepped closer.
“What happened?”
Silence.
Y/N stared at the blanket.
“…Nothing.”
Ghost noticed it immediately.
The hesitation.
The way her fingers tightened around the fabric.
Price noticed too.
“Y/N.”
Still nothing.
Soap crouched beside the bed.
“You didn’t just decide to reopen your stitches for fun.”
A weak smile almost appeared.
Almost.
“It… was an accident.”
“How?”
“I…”
Her breathing became uneven.
Ghost watched tears begin to gather again.
His stomach sank.
Price spoke more gently.
“No one’s angry.”
“You can tell us.”
She shook her head.
“…Doesn’t matter.”
“It does.”
Another long silence.
Then, so quietly they almost missed it—
“I heard you.”
The room went still.
Price frowned.
“Heard us?”
“Downstairs…”
Her voice cracked.
“When… I came for water.”
Soap exchanged a confused look with Gaz.
Y/N kept staring at the blanket.
“You said…”
She struggled to breathe evenly.
“…that if I slowed the team down…”
“…you’d leave me.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Soap’s eyes widened.
Gaz looked horrified.
Price’s expression fell.
Ghost didn’t move.
She continued before anyone could interrupt.
“You said…”
“…I’m still new.”
“…that you’ve only known me a few weeks.”
“…that you’d make the call when the time came.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“So…”
She laughed once.
A tiny, broken sound.
“I didn’t want to be more trouble.”
Nobody spoke.
Nobody could.
Finally Soap whispered,
“…Oh, hell.”
Price rubbed a hand over his face.
“That’s… not what we meant.”
Y/N looked at him.
Confused.
Price pulled a chair closer and sat down.
“We weren’t talking about leaving you.”
She blinked.
“What?”
“We were discussing a contingency plan.”
He spoke carefully.
“The mission we’ve been assigned may involve civilians trapped in the area.”
Gaz nodded.
“If the extraction helicopter reaches maximum weight…”
Soap continued quietly,
“…someone might have to stay behind long enough to secure the landing zone.”
Price looked her directly in the eyes.
“We were arguing about which one of us would stay.”
Y/N’s face went completely still.
Ghost finally spoke.
“When I said you weren’t ready…”
His voice was softer than she’d ever heard it.
“I meant you shouldn’t be the one staying behind.”
“You’ve only been with us a few weeks.”
“You’ve earned the right to come home.“
Her lips parted.
“…What?”
“I wasn’t questioning whether you belonged.”
Ghost shook his head once.
“I was saying you haven’t had enough time with us yet.”
Soap gave a small, sad smile.
“We’ve all made that choice before.”
Gaz added,
“We weren’t about to let the newest member make it.”
The room blurred again.
Not because of blood loss this time.
Tears filled her eyes.
“…I…”
Her breathing hitched.
“I thought…”
Ghost leaned forward.
“I know.”
She covered her face with trembling hands.
“I’m so stupid…”
“No.”
His answer came immediately.
“You were scared.”
She started crying in earnest now, shoulders shaking despite the pain in her side.
“I thought… you regretted taking me…”
Soap gently rested a hand on the edge of the bed.
“Y/N.”
She looked up.
“We spent an hour digging a bullet out of you.”
Gaz gave her a tired smile.
“Ghost nearly bit my head off because I reached for the wrong forceps.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
Even Price smiled faintly.
Soap continued,
“You think we’d do all that because we felt obligated?”
Y/N didn’t answer.
Ghost did.
“If we didn’t want you here…”
He looked directly at her.
“…you wouldn’t be.”
The words were simple.
Matter-of-fact.
But somehow they carried more weight than a long speech ever could.
For the first time since she’d woken in the middle of the night, the tightness in her chest eased.
Not completely.
The embarrassment remained.
The pain remained.
But the certainty that she’d been unwanted…
That finally began to fade.
Ghost stood and pulled a blanket higher over her shoulders.
“Next time you’re thirsty,” he said in his usual dry tone, “wake one of us.”
A tiny, watery laugh escaped her.
“I didn’t want to bother anyone.”
Soap snorted.
“You reopening your stitches was a much bigger inconvenience.”
Price shot him a look.
“What? She laughed.”
To everyone’s relief—including Ghost’s—she did again, the sound weak but genuine. It was a far better sound than the silence that had filled the room only minutes before.
Need help finding a fic or Drabble. Can’t remember who wrote it but basically the reader was prices daughter and she was visiting the base and she ends up in the room next to Simon’s and they..get together. She ends up getting pregnant but price was fine with it because it was Simon. I remember something about reader wearing some kind of sundress but that’s all 😭 help please
Loving Simon Riley means understanding that his apologies don’t come in words.
They come in repaired door hinges.
A full gas tank.
Fresh bandages left beside your bed.
A coat draped over your shoulders before you realize you’re cold.
Inspired by @rawme-price HC about Ghost being obsessed with all things creepy crawly. His HCs and little blurbs about it are super cute, please check them out.
Simon was used to you planning adventures for the two of you. You were constantly wanting to do something with him whenever he was on leave. Whether that was a simple staycation with all the takeout the two of you could eat, to planning a road trip to find all the handmade yarn shops in a two hour radius of your home. He was happy to go along with whatever you'd planned. The little pleased glimmer in your eyes whenever you'd see him out and about with you made everything well worth it in his eyes. Especially when you let him drag you to any parks to do his own version of nature watching. Laying on a blanket or towel on the ground watching the ants, and beetles roam about their business. He'd make sure to tell you about the species if he could identify it, and racing with you to ID it if he did not. You'd been particularly excited about this little trip though. He'd visited your home town in the states before when the two of you had made the journey over for a good friend's wedding. But you were definitely up to something now. You'd had your signature "I'm about to pull some bullshit" face on when you'd asked for this trip. He'd never been able to say no to you though, so here he was in the height of the midwest summer in a farm house without ac in most of it trying to get to sleep. When he finally woken up enough to register that he was awake and stumbled down the stairs, he made a beeline to the kitchen for coffee. Glancing out the window, you were busying yourself with fussing with the big maple tree outside of the house…for some reason. As he sipped from his mug you turned around with something cupped in your hands, and a mischievous grin on your face when you saw him through the window. You nodded your head to him to call him outside. Stepping out towards you he finally heard the thing in your hands start screeching. Now your little grins, and insistence makes all the sense in the world. You knew he was obsessed with identifying any and all bugs that held still long enough, and you'd told him about the summers of cicadas you'd experienced over here when you'd starting dating. He'd been jealous then. With a small smile he held out his hands to you so you could give him his first cicada. No need to be jealous anymore.
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Been wanting to post but I'm kinda dry on new ideas, so I present a small part of something I've been working on (and probably will be for a while)
The only thing I'll say is that this is a Simon x reader. Think I'll keep the premise of the work unknown, because this bit probably doesn't make any sense even if I did say what it was
"Hey."
Warm, late afternoon sunlight seeps in through the window, and you see flecks of dust floating about. Bundled in the far corner of your room is a shirt, and possibly a pair of trousers or shorts, too. On the back of the chair in front of your desk is a beaten up backpack, and on the desk itself, stands a figurine of Spider-Man.
Your… childhood bedroom.
"Over here."
You rush to sit up when you spot a boy beside your bed, on the floor, cross-legged.
"Do you want to hang out for a bit? I have nothing to do."
Slowly, you peel your blanket off your body and shuffle closer to the edge of the bed.
You'd missed his voice so dearly.
"How are you here?"
He shrugs. "I just wanted to see you." He stands and steps in front of you. "You stopped talking to me for a long time. It was… lonely."
For a moment, you take him in. He's obviously taller than you. Pale. Not exactly skinny, rather… well, you can't really tell.
"Something just went… wrong." You leave your bed, and he turns so he's still facing you. "Things happened, and… I'm sorry."
There's silence between you for a few seconds.
"It's in the past," you feel something brush against you. Looking down, you see that he's taken hold of your hand.
"Come on."
It isn't quite clear to you what happens, but you find yourself sat in a field next, sat shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Where is this?"
No response.
"It's nice to hear nothing but the wind." He comments instead.
A gentle breeze shifts the grass beneath you. An empty road sits in front of you, and on the other side, more field continues on for as far as the eye can see. Clouds fill most of the sky, dimming the sunlight.
It seems like you can't look towards him, but you can tell he's still there. Carefully, you drop your head to rest against his shoulder.
"It's nice being here with you."
A darkness follows that you assume is because you've closed your eyes. When light returns, however, your field of vision is entirely blurred and the only presence you feel is your own.
"Hello? Simon?"
The world around you slows no matter which direction you turn your head towards.
"Simon? Where did you go? Hello?"
From somewhere distant, you hear it—faint sobbing.
"Simon?"
"I need to leave… go somewhere far…"
What is this place?
"I don't know what I'm doing wrong… why is it always me?"
"I can't stay here."
"Mum, please…"
"Somewhere far…"
"There has to be something more…"
"I don't want to go anymore. Make him understand, Mum! Please!"
"Can't stay."
Just as it becomes too much, the multitude of voices comes to an abrupt stop. You're left in near darkness, surrounded by complete silence.
"Take your time. I'll wait as long as you need."
Your eyes snap open. A light sweat coats your skin, and you feel a wet trail from your eyes when you wipe a hand over your face.
You reach for your phone under your bed.
03:57.
You drop your phone back onto the ground.
Have you been in the wrong by keeping your distance, after all?
Have you only been hurting him by staying away?
He'll wait, he said. But waiting is all you seem to have made him done.
Whether he'd meant it, you're unsure. Perhaps it was your wishful thinking speaking, or perhaps it was a sign.
But you know you can't keep fighting what's already been written.
Hear me out!!
I & so many others can definitely say that Wilson Bethel can and should play Simon Riley or Pyramid Head. We already have seen his performance as Bullseye and he honestly killed it. Plus his physique and acting is amazing as well. When I was watching bullseye, I IMAGINED him as Simon Riley or Pyramid Head. I think he would be perfect for it, he needs more hit roles. Overall, he is a great actor and can pull it off. I would do anything to see my favorite celebrity play my favorite characters 😩.
