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The Shifter

Part 2 of filo!shifter!reader x cod various!

You've awoken from your sleep, you scrambling off your bed only to fall and hit the hard floor of your bedroom. Groaning as you untangled yourself from the sheet of blanket, you sat there for a minute the grogginess disappearing. Lips pulled into a thin line before it slowly turned into a disturbing crazed grin, in the current reality, they can't do anything without consequences but now, they can do whatever they want, all the fantasized murder and tortured they always dreamed of doing to someone will come true. Can you blame the dark corrupted side, its slumber has come to an end. Its fighting to take control, they want, no they need bloodshed. " Freckled Jesus, I think I need to stop reading dark novels and humor'' you said as you stood up and went on with your daily routine, you can't wait to sleep.

''This is all of the recruits?" Price asked Laswell as he went through each file and stops at a particular file. ''What's up with this one? Its just a picture, and a name. What about the other info?" Price asked again, he was puzzled. The picture showed of a person with (h/c) hair that stopped just below the shoulder, (e/c) eyes, skin tone is near a tan and caramel color, and a child-like face. Y/N alias Trese/Roja/Pamero. ''About that, we can't find anything about this Y/N person'' Laswell said as she leaned back to her chair, arms crossed as she stared at the Brits. ''No record, no birth certificate nor documentations about them its like they don't exist'' Laswell said, even she was puzzled when she got the file. It showed nothing, even one of her best men cannot find a single thing about them. ''So your saying, we have a phantom, a ghost'' Price asked as he stared at those (e/c) orbs. ''What do you want me to do then'' the man asked the blonde as he tucked the folder away. ''Keep an eye on that recruit, I want some informations about them. Any type of information, submit it to me'' Laswell said as her gaze turned serious. ''I'm counting on you 141 to unravel the mistery of Y/N'' Price closed his eyes and nodded, ''I'll tell the boys'', he exited the shop leaving Laswell to drink her coffee. ''Y/N .......who are you''

''What's this'' Soap asked Price who handed them a particular file, he opened it making sure Ghost can see it to while Gaz reads it from behind the two as Price drives. ''Y/N? Who's she? Why aren't there more information about them?" Soap asked as he handed the file to Ghost, who's gaze narrowed at the (e/c) orbs of the girl. ''Those eyes looked familiar....." Ghost said as he caught there attention. ''What do you mean? They look familiar?" Gaz asked. ''This eyes are what I saw yesterday when we finish the mission'' Price looked at Ghost from the mirror and put his eyes on the road. ''Laswell said to gather information about her, she has no background, not even a single info. Just her name and picture, she's like a ghost who doesn't exist as Laswell put it'' Price said as he took a turn and kept driving ''So were going to find out, she was watching us from yesterday if what Ghost said is true'' Gaz said.

''Then she must be the one who Ghost sensed at the forest'' Soap said, ''she was quiet, she followed Soap without him knowing it'' Price said, ''however we aren't sure if its really her who you saw Ghost. It could be anyone else who also had (e/c) eyes'' The said male grunted as he handed the file back to Soap who' lips are in a thin line. ''We'll see who she is, we might meet her in person''

You looked at the duffle bag? Honestly, it has everything you need, ''the fuck is this an inventory, Oh! Arnis sticks! Yahoo! Fear me you peasants'' you jumped like a child with the sticks in your hands like an idiot. Stopping and clearing your throat, you exit the forest head to where there are others getting in the bus that will escort them to the base. You hold the bag close to your body before straightening your clothes, a black shirt and catgo pants and boots. 'Man, I look good in this' although it was big considering your stature is, 4'9 well, smol, tiny smol looking like a child. The outfit was baggy hiding your figure but not entirely just the ass and curves but not the chest. ''The heck a kid'' the driver said as he scanned the the girl in front of him. ''Rude, much'' you said as you went inside, you gained some looks. ''Wow, your short. Are you lost kid?" '¹Anak ng tipaklong' this is gonna be quite a ride.

''Wait so your telling me, this your natural height. How old are you?" Morgana, a red head with striking blue eyes that you befriended asked. ''That's a secret, were here? The bus stopped'' you said. ''Hey! What do you mean a secret!" Jane Cristine or as you call her by a nickname you gave since its too long, Jc whined. She was a brunette with beautiful green eyes, she looked like a care-free Eren Jaeger without the problems. ''Oh yeah, your right. Let's go'' Morgana said as she took her bag and exited the bus, you and Jc followed.

''Woah, this place is huge, is that where we sleep?" Jc pointed at the two story high building, ''maybe'' you answered. Your gut churned, making you pull your lips in a thin line, a burning gaze drilling holes at the back of your head. ''²Anak ng timpaklong, Ano naman ang problema ngayon'' you said in tagalog turning your head, your eyes meeting Ghost's gaze. 'Shit does he know' you hold eye contact, gaze unwavering at each other ''Y/N!" Morgana called to you earning a hum, gaze not leaving the British male. ''Let's go we have to leave our bags in the barracks! Come on now''

''Yeah, coming'' you said and broke the eye contact with Ghost going after your new friends. ''So that's her, eh?" Soap asked as he watched the (h/c)-nette leave. ''She's shorter than I imagined, thought the lass was tall though'' he said as he and Ghost went to Price

¹Child of a grasshopper

²What's the problem now

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Rose Gold Promises (Pt2)

Part 2 of Rose Gold Promises is here! WHOOO But its a short one! AWE!

I Know - I am sorry, but you will understand why.

PART ONE HERE

TMNT X GN READER

TW: None really, some slight angst but that's it! Expect maybe some bad grammar and spelling.

Enjoy!

How stupid could he be? Why didn’t he go after them? Thoughts, regrets ran through his veins, pumping heated blood across his heavy body. The words exchanged, looking back on it were not needed, but too stubborn to admit that allowed. A heavy sigh, before collapsing his head in his already trembling hands. He couldn’t go after her now, his anger made him stubborn and at this point it was already morning. Peering over at the blinking red numbers of some trashy old clock only seemed to further the anger in his system. Glaring pointless bullets at the machine before he turned away, flinging himself back onto his bed as he thought about it all. About how those soft caring (e/c) eyes held such pain, the way tears rolled down those puffy cheeks. A sting of pain flashed through his chest, turning to his side and curling into himself. He wanted that image out of his head, though no matter the expression they were beautiful, but still those tears were enough to make him cry himself. He groaned, squeezing his eyes closed, trying to think of anything else, but love corrupted the turtle in many ways. They, no matter how hard he tried, consumed his mind. Those sad eyes haunting him till slowly his adrline died down and sleep took over. 

He slept off hours, waking up now and again shaken by dreams of them. Finally after the third time waking up in worry the sun was beginning to set on the new york sky. The streets cleared out, somewhat and he could leave. Exiting his room he spoke not a word as he walked by a certain brother. They exchanged a cold glance before the older of them all stepped in to speak. “Raph, Don, pizza,” He bothered not to ask either of them if they were okay, knowing very well the answer he’d likely be given. He shook his head not wanting to waste his time eating when he needed to find them and now. He turned his back heading in the direction of the entrance to the lair ignoring Leo and Mikey's questions of where he was going. Walk soon turned into a full on sprint out of the sewers and into the dark city. Jumping shadow to shadow, roof to roof like his life and world depended on it, cause in his eyes it did. (Y/N) was only ever kind to him, and after the events of yesterday, things needed to be said. Though he doubted they’d like what they heard.

A few more graceful jumps from building in classic ninja style before he finally reached the apartments where they lived. Quietly he maneuvered across the fire escape, past the other countless windows before he reached the window to the living room of her apartment. How he knew besides the countless times he found comfort in being there was the sticker. Mikey gave (Y/N) this giant turtle window sticker when it was still a struggle for the goofball brother to find her apartment, not wanting him to get him or his brothers caught Mikey came up with an idea. Though the brothers saw it pointless, (Y/N)’s kind heart thought it was a genius idea and happily complied with it. That was the first moment when the broad turtle knew something had changed, the beginning of his feelings for (Y/N). He shook his head, removing the pointless, though comforting memories away. Sliding open the window and slipping in he took notice to the still quiet apartment. Lightly treading his way through the small apartment before he came to a sudden halt in the hall between kitchen and living room. Those ninja observation skills never failed him as he noticed a crucial detail. The small table near the door, where they’d exhaustedly thrown their keys down on was not there. His eyes squinted a bit as he slowly began to worry. Were they just out with friends? Or family? However, as he explored the apartment he saw no trace of their clothes from the other day, the scent of them lingered but was faint, compared to if they were here earlier.

Did they not come home yesterday? Worry flooded his body and like a drug sent him into overdrive. He darted out the window as quietly as he could, jumping onto the roof in panic. “No...no...nonononono” He muttered as he just began searching everywhere he could. Work, the few friends he had seen, places they’d visit often, but nothing. At this point he was long past worried, he was hysterical as tears and fear threatened to just erupt from the mutant. He turned to head back to the lair, to get his brothers and start a full on search for (Y/N) but just as he jumped across one building he saw what to him was heaven's light. An apartment about seven miles away he could see (Y/N) in the window with whom he would guess is a friend. He watched a moment as they shared the pint of ice cream before their gaze turned to him. The feeling of being watched is likely tempting (Y/N) to look in the direction. The soft expression became a sad one before they said something to their friend and walked out.

He waited in the shadows a moment in silence, contemplating what exactly he was going to even say. His thoughts running ragged before he heard the door to the roof open, he looked up to see them, blanket over their shoulders, wearing a set of pjs too cute, but obviously not their own. They lacked the soft scent of hers, plus were a few sizes too big. He jumped across, stopping in front of (Y/N), opening his mouth to speak, but fell silent as he took a stepback. There was silence between them a moment before he finally spoke. “You didn’t go home last night?” He asked, looking to the ground, along with them. (Y/N) breathed in through their nose before letting it go in the form of a sigh. “Yeah, I just...couldn’t bring myself to stay there alone,” Their words pained him in a way they didn’t know, but they would in a moment.

Building up confidence he looked at her with a soft expression. “I know this isn’t what ya wanna hear…,” He started looking over at the person who held his heart in their tiny human grip. “I love you. I love you so much, watching you cry and scream it killed me inside.” His words were soft, spoken truly from the heart and he lowered down a bit to (Y/N)’s height, taking their small hands into his own. There was this look of sadness across the features of their face, he knew it turn out like this.They didn’t speak, they tried to but feel silent only a second later. This was next level betrayal on his part, he realized as he let go of the pair of hands that he thought fit so nicely in his own. He grumbled a small sorry ready to leave it as it was but was stopped. “Is that why you came and not him, Raph?” (Y/N) asked the turtle in red. 

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