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The air was still. For now. The boys had been slowly getting closer and closer to the target’s safehouse, unbeknown to the soldiers inside. If we could get this done quickly and quietly that would be ideal and exactly what Price had in mind. 

You were positioned, hidden at the top of one of the larger hills, assigned to keep an eye on Ghost, Koing and Soap. Red, the other newly recruited sniper, was on the North Hill, keeping an eye on Price, Aljednaro and Gaz. It was nice having another sniper on the team, especially a woman. She was taking well to her training, you enjoyed having someone to teach. It took the pressure off you in multiple avenues even though you trusted the ground team to do their job without needing much of your help. Usually. 

There were multiple barriers outside the house with a couple of guards facing away from the team. Ghost had started to creep up on them while he sent Koing and Soap around the other side. It was impressive how large he was while remaining so stealthy. You had your eyes locked on him through your scope as he lined up with the target. You knew your job was to cover his section of the team and you did, but he would always come first. The target remained still. A sitting duck but no trigger was pulled. None that you saw. 

He still didn't see Ghost but the second he did, if he screamed or shot it would give away the entire operation and more importantly to you, Ghost's position. 

The man even let out a yawn, but no shot from Ghost. What was only a few seconds felt like hours, why was he taking so long? Why would he not take the shot? 

The guard slowly started to turn, time stood still. As if in slow motion you could see him turn to catch a glimpse of Ghost behind the barriers. Your eyes widen. Ghost wouldn’t have enough time to get away or go unnoticed anymore. 

“Guns jammed” you hear over the radio static into your headphones in his gruff accent. Your heart stops, your imagination runs wild, seeing in your mind's eye this man pulls the trigger taking Ghost from you forever. Every moment with him, never be had again. Every night of him sneaking into your bunk, every intimate night that bled into dawn, never having him holding you again. To never have anymore to learn about him, to not hear anymore stories. To never have his eyes stare you down. Not an option and without hesitation you pull the trigger and sink a bullet into the man’s skull before he can even recognize to shoot at the grim reaper standing just out of his reach. 

All hell breaks loose after your sniper goes off. The men rush out from the safe house as Ghost dives down to the man’s body looking for a new gun to use behind the barrier. 

“Any luck down there Ghost?” You ask

“Negative, nothing on him.” He answers 

“You just move through with your knife. I’ll be your eyes.” You say, trying to sound stern and not comforting. You’re a professional. You’re both professional. You can keep him alive and not let your hands shake at the idea of losing him. Slow breaths. You were shaken but you don't have to stay that way. Let all your emotions be channeled into this. Into what you're good at. One thing you learned early on in this job was fighting how you felt made things worse, it was better to embrace it and work within that space than to pretend you didn't feel anything. As much as the guys on the team seem to suggest that was how they dealt with things best, you knew that was bullshit. Regardless, it was your job to protect your sweet ignorant boys. “Soap, Koing, you’re okay without me looking out for a little bit?” 

“Gonna have to be,” Soap replies. 

You keep your eye trained on Ghost as he moves up through the barriers. There’s multiple soldiers coming out of the house which you manage to pick off. Ghost sees one last man outside by some of the barriers and goes to sneak forward. The comotion has him confused and Ghost lays in wait for him to walk by but it leaves an uneasy feeling in your stomach. 

"Don't think about it, Lieutenant" you say through your radio. "These guys will be picked off in no time and I'll handle that one after" 

"Can't have you doing all the work Sw- Zero" he corrects 

He was really slipping up today. You loaded your sniper as fast as you could and just as you turned the scope just in time to catch a glimpse of Ghost kicking in the man's knees and cutting his throat. It was handled. You weren't thrilled about Ghost going after a target with an SMG on him but at least he had something with distance now. 

“Got a new toy?” You ask

“It’ll do” He answers. 

The dust roars up over the action. There are moments you can’t see him but you trust he’s okay. You have ,too. You’re able to switch back and forth between the men but all your mind can think of is Ghost. If he’s okay, if the little SMG was manageable. It would have to be. He had to be okay. You couldn’t think otherwise or you wouldn’t be able to do your job. The dust wouldn’t let you do your job, who were you kidding. Control your thoughts. Control your worry. 

You catch the last glimpse of the boys going into the safe house, where you no longer could cover them. It was ultimately up to them as you reloaded and prepared for anything to go wrong incase they had to run out but there was silence. It was either the worst sign or the best sign. 

The mission only took about 15 minutes total but it felt like eternity. The job always felt like it lasted too long. These moments dragged on, fixating on the wood of the door. Waiting for your team to walk out safely. Waiting to see his mask. Everyone's mask and faces….. Everyones. You tell yourself. 

Price exits from the safe house, after you hear a few shots followed by Ajedrandro, Gaz and Koing. Price’s body language is apparent. He’s always been professional but even he can’t help but show his frustration in his walk. He’s pissed and rightfully so. Ajedrando and Gaz seem to have one of the soldiers tied up and coming back with us. I guess the Intel was coming home with the team. The last face you cared about seeing walk out that door right now. 

"They're gonna be fine Zero" Red says over the radio to you directly. 

Every second of the job is hundreds of years to your body, it feels like you've been frozen in place for far too long before you finally see Ghost walk out the door leaving with Soap last.

You can pack up and meet at the helicopter, to begin the longest ride back to base yet. You meet up outside as Price passes by you. 

“Sir, I apologize for the early shots, I-” 

“You did your job” he cuts off and gets inside. You turn to look at him, you expected to be reprimanded? You shot so early into the mission, no one was in position yet before you pulled the trigger. Ghost walks by you to get in the helicopter, no looks. Nothing. 

“Soap?” You look at him 

“You’re not the one in trouble, kid” Soap says, exhausted from the day. 

The tension in the air on the ride back in the helicopter feels like choking on humidity. You try to make eye contact with Ghost, any sense that he’s okay. There’s a slight moment where he can look at you. Your concern piercing through your eyes and the shame aching through his before he turns away. There was going to be a strong talk for him back at the base. 

“Ghost, my office” Price commands when we finally land “Everyone else dismissed.” 

No one sticks around. No one waits outside the door of the Price's office. 

“I expect better from my Lieutenant,” Price says, sitting at his desk. 

Simon stands there, accepting his mistakes. 

“You didn’t check the weapon before bringing it out in the field. You didn’t follow ANY protocol?! You’re who I put in second in command?!” 

“Won’t happen again Sir,” Ghost says calmly, not wanting to escalate anything. 

Price yells for a little longer about the responsibility and lack of professionalism, Simon listens. He lets Price get it out of his system until he can calm down. Let the air settle. Once it finally does, Price makes himself a drink on the beer cart. Poors Simon a class of bourbon and gestures for him to finally sit down. 

“You’ve been distracted lately” Price says with a sip of his drink 

“Debatable” Ghost answers. 

“There’s another base asking if Zero would be available.” 

“What does she have to do with anything?” He tries to play it off like he’s confused. Ghost is fairly stern, he can hide it better than you could. 

“I’ve turned a blind eye to the two of you. It hasn't gotten in the way of your work.” He says with a sip of his drink. “Until today.” 

This has Ghost livid. It was easy to take the yelling with ease but the idea of you being sent away is much more difficult to control the rage building up from the mere suggestion of you not beside him. Not having his back in the field. 

“If she wasn’t here I’d have been a goner!” He yells 

“If she wasn’t here you wouldn’t be distracted” He counters, calmly

“So y’ punish her for my mistakes?” He says sternly “We can never slip up now because we care about each other?! How dare I care for anyone else on the team?!” 

“It’s clearly  a lot more than that, Simon” 

Beat. 

“She leaves I leave” The sting in his voice is palpable. 

“Simon” Price says with a sigh, “there’s no need for-”

“If she leaves, I leave. End of discussion.” He bites as he leaves the office, slamming the door behind him. 

The water was still warming up. It felt like the pipes didn't wanna work these days. Maybe that was the case or maybe you just wanted to wash the day away and had spent too much of it being impatient. You'd settle into the temperature as you got in. Holding your face in the water and just focusing on the sound of shower head and the feeling of the steam reaching your ears trying to drown out the sound of gunshots still ringing. You'd close your eyes to try and disassociate but your head still kept making up images of the man seeing Ghost and shooting him before you could pull the trigger. That didn't happen, you tell yourself. You did your job but the image feels more and more cemented. Your eyes and mouth hang open as the water rushes over you. Trying to bring your body back to where it actually is. This usually doesn't happen after a mission but you usually don't have such close calls. What if you missed? He wouldn't be here. 

"Y/N '' you hear from the hallway of your apartment. 

"Simon?" You call out as you move the shower curtain to see him in the doorway. 

It wasn't surprising to see him anymore, one of your favorite things about giving him the key was the surprise drop ins. His favorite part was the trust you had in him. He'd never walk in to find you with anyone. That you wanted him any hour of any day. It was easy to build trust with the nature of your job. How he put his life in your hands every mission, trusting you'd always fire when you needed, too. 

A moment passed. 

"How did it go?" You ask 

"Worse than you’d expect" he says calmly while pulling his mask off over his head. 

"I'm sorry," you say with every ounce of genuine concern echoing through your voice. You move the current back a bit to show off your body. "You coming in?" 

He takes a minute. Looking over you, as though he were studying every curve like it was the last time he'd ever lay eyes on you before taking off the tactical vest. The armor. Gloves. Shirt. Pants. Boxers and walking calmly into the shower. 

You move out of the way to give him some of the hot water as he runs his face underneath and pushes his hands in his eyes to wipe off some of the black paint. You wrap your arms around him from behind and lean into his back. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You Squeeze 

“No”

"Are you mad at me?" You ask 

Hes confused 

"What? I could never be mad at you, not after today." 

You let him go as he turns around to face you. He grabs your face in his palms as the water runs over the two of you. 

"I just want you to be okay" you utter 

"I'll be fine Y/N" he says as his forehead leans down and presses into yours. His eyes close. So focused on this moment with you but you can't help but feel the vibrations in the air. He was never this exhausted. Never this defeated. 

All you can think about is cheering him up. You know the conversation with Price couldn't have gone well but how bad could it have been? Nothing some neck kisses couldn't fix as you hold on around his neck and trail your lips along his traps and to his ears. Your body pressing into his as your mouth falls on his ears lobes and breathes life into his body and blood to his pelvis. Your hands run through his hair as you kiss the sides of his cheeks, his hands wrapping around your waist. Always your waist. You love how he always clung onto it, in basic training but also in every moment he'd pull you close once the sun went down. It drove you mad and he loved it. A little whimper fell from your mouth and that's all it took before his cock was pressing up against your body, waiting for you. 

Your kisses got harder, pressing more firmly into his neck and down his pecks. Chasing his abdomen line to the treasure trove that led to his manhood. The closer and closer you went, the lower you got the more you would slow down. It was easier to adjust but also build up tension. For how many times he'd pull the orgasm from your body, it was his turn to be torched with anticipation. 

Finally settling to your knees you look up at him, kissing all around the nooks of his legs and just grazing your lips by the base. 

"Zero, you don't have to if you're too tired" he says, both of you had been through the ringer today but it didn't matter 

"I want to take care of you" you say while moving your hands up along the base slowly. Kissing the sides. "I always want to take care of you Simon." You say as your big doe eyes look up at him before your tongue slowly falls out of your mouth and moves along the base of his cock, taking your time at the shaft before flicking off at the tip. 

His moans are all you want to hear. To feel the blood rushing through every vain and hear the air running through his vocal chords. The hum of life radiating off him was more than relief but all you could ever want as you dove back in. Sticking out your tongue and lapping up his cock in your mouth before baring it in the back of your throat. As your mouth releases the base again your hands find their way around. Caressing and turning as your head moves back and forth, happily swallowing and drowning his cock in salvia for your hands to spread. Your eyes looking back at him, starting to water as you take him deeper and deeper. Whimpering at the challenge that it always is, taking him like this. 

His chin is thrown up into the air, heavy breaths escape him as you feel him pulsing and as he brings his hands over your head. First holding the sides. Part of you expected rougher sex tonight. That he might be so worked up from his "talk" with price that he might want to come here and fuck his frustration out of you. That he might face fuck you until your throat was full and gagging on his seed but it was surprisingly gentle. His hands held the side of your jaw when he managed to catch his breath and look back down at you. 

"Fuck what a beautiful thing you are" he says in awe "Especially when you're choking on me" 

You can't answer, your eyes lock with his before falling away to soothe him with your mouth and delicate hands. 

"No no, look up at me." He coos. "I want to see your eyelashes flutter" 

Your head tilts back to look up at him. You bring your mouth to a close around his cock and hold your hands around the base. You suck the air out from around him, nothing but suction as you pull your mouth back, your hands massaging along with the same rhythm of your mouth. As if you can suck and pull the cum right out of him. 

"Easy Y/N" he exhales, "You're gonna make me cum too quickly" 

You let go of the suction as the air pops back into your mouth and you catch your breath. 

"What if I want your spunk" you tease in a silly cockney accent 

"Thought you were gonna be sweet to me tonight" he teases "that's downright cruel" 

"Old habits I guess" you say as you keep massaging him with your hands before looking back up at him and letting your tongue hang out to lick all around his cock again. 

"This is the only way I've ever found that I can shut this loud mouth of yours up" 

You kiss along the sides 

"Who's cruel now?" You say delicately with another kiss 

"Sorry sweetheart" 

You take a moment. Holding him before looking back up and bringing yourself to your feet. He holds your arms and makes sure you don't slip. 

"You almost called me that over the radio today….." 

"Old habits" he quotes. 

"We have to be careful, they can't kno–" 

"Price knows" he interupts. 

"What?! Simon, you were the one who was so firm that no one could know. Especially Price. Did you tell him?" 

"Of course not. He just knows." 

"How?!" 

"Everyone knows! Everyone knows how I look at you!" 

He yells as he grabs the side of your face and pushes his forehead into yours. His eyes close again, taking in the moment before they come to look at you directly once again. You can't disappear with him at that moment though. Can't follow him to where he runs with you. You're stuck in your own thoughts. 

"Am I, am I gonna get thrown off the team?" 

Simon pushes his lips into yours as hard as he can. It makes you step back before you're pinned up against the shower wall with him holding your face. 

"They wouldn't dare" he utters before plunging back into your mouth and grabbing your waist. He picks you up and your legs wrap around him while your back is pushed up against the shower walls. He lifts you just enough so your entrance is sitting at the top of his cock. 

You catch your breath. "Because they can't replace me as a sniper or because they're too scared of you?" You ask 

He holds onto your body and pushes himself deep inside you. It's your turn to have your chin fly up into the air as you gasp to expel your lungs from the pressure. The first thrust was always an adjustment for your body, always. The stretch of your walls always felt like the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. Your body was pinned directly between the shower wall and his chest. You couldn't go anywhere even if you tried. Even if you wanted to. 

"Pick one," he says sternly as he starts to glide back and forth, in and out of you. 

Finally pulling back so he can watch your face as he enters you over and over again. Watching you lean back on the walls, your arms wrapped around his neck. Holding the trap muscles you had missed every inch of. 

"You're not going anywhere" he told you, looking deep into your eyes. There was no hesitation in his voice. No wondering if that could be the case in the future. He was sure of it. He'd make it happen. 

"You train every new sniper that even attempts to join the team. They can't find another you. No one could." He pushes out of his lungs before pushing another deep thrust into you. 

"Simon I can't leave you" you cry out 

"You won't" he speeds up, rolling his pelvis into you. His groin hitting the tip of your clit and rolling through your body with his cock as his arm wraps around your waist pulling you in. Deeper and deeper. 

"I . won't . have . a . choice" you force out. 

"They're not gonna do shit" 

"What makes you so confident?" Every sentence has to be pushed out of you. It's so difficult to collect any real thoughts when he's burying himself in you. When your body is shaking. 

"Cause it's both of us or neither of us" he says, holding the side of your face and looking deep into your eyes. Still rolling. Still buried. 

"Si-" you coo, he knows based off your tone you're ready to object and he won't humor it 

His face grabs the bottom of your jaw, pinning both sides of your cheeks 

"You don't have a choice" he says, thrusting in harder. 

You cry out. 

"You can't do–" 

His grip tightens around your cheeks, 

"I can" he grunts 

His thrusts are harder, more intense. 

"No one." 

He rolls into you. 

"No ONE" 

Another roll of his hips. 

"Can take you" 

Another thrust. 

"From." 

Harder. 

"Me." 

Your nails dig into his back, pulling yourself close to him. Pressed right up against his chest again. Rolling your pelvis with each of his thrusts. Managing to match his rhythm with whatever energy you've found to scrape by with. 

"Say it again" 

Simon repeats himself. Each part. Slowly said but thrown into fast with his body. Your legs tighten around his waist, as if grasping for dear life, clawing through his skin and crying out over and over every time he plunges back into you. 

"They'd" 

You breath 

"Have" 

He rams into you 

"To" 

Again 

"Pull me" 

Again 

"Kicking and screaming" 

Again 

"Away from you" 

You wail. 

Again and again. His force, giving everything to you. Pressing every last inch of himself into you, there wasn't enough of him to give but he would try. 

"They" 

He pushed, 

"Can't" 

Your stomach aches. 

"Take" 

You were so close. 

"You" 

Your body is shaking. 

"From" 

You couldn't hold out much longer 

"Me" 

You didn't think your body could get any more ridge but it managed to push every muscle you ever felt together. Your walls collapsed grabbing onto him tighter than he'd ever felt before he couldn't help but let himself go along with you. He pushed you into the wall as tight as he could trying to find his balance before his legs gave out from under him from the sensations. Your legs were so weak and still tingling from the rush of your orgasm. You didn't know if you could stand. It felt like he barely could, leaning on you, still collecting himself. Your cries of pleasure echoing in his ears. The images and sounds in your head now replaced with his eyes staring you down and his cum drunk expression with his beautiful exhale as he released into you. 

He just stared at you before finally kissing you. His eyelids were heavy and weak like the rest of his body as he set you down. You leaned up against the wall, trying to find your balance, his arm leaning towards the side. Collecting yourself always took so long but he would soak up every minute with you as long as he had you. 

Ghost lived to watch himself drip out of you. Down your legs. Make a mess of you. 

"You aren't gonna pass me the shower head?" You ask 

"I like how you look like this, give me a minute" 

"You like all this cum dripping down my legs?" You tease 

"It's pronounced spunk," he emphasizes. 

You laugh as he grabs the shower head and washes you down. He leans on his knees while you rest a hand on his back. He gets every inch cleaned off before putting the shower head back. 

You hold his back again. Unable to look at him. 

"I, I do wanna take care of you. I need to have your back" you shiver 

He turns. You don't fight it. Looking up at him again with those same doe eyes. You never got tired of him holding your face. He kisses you tenderly again before wrapping you up in his arms. 

"You're not going anywhere Y/N" he says with a squeeze. "I won't let it happen"