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Into the Fire

TF141 x f!reader

Part 6

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TW: MDNI 18+, violence, injury description, blood, horror elements, character death, p in v, rough sex

AN: this is it, the last part of my mini epic and I am so happy you’ve all stuck with me with this. It’s great to see how many people enjoy my version of Gaz! And it’s been great to write for the rest of the characters as well. Now enjoy 🖤⚔️🛡️

Cold dread settles into the pit of your stomach at the guard’s words, and talk of boats appearing in the harbour as if by magic. Squires hurry in carrying weapons and armour, Price and Simon give orders and begin to direct the defensive forces. A hand grips your arm and you turn to see Laswell pulling you from your seat.

“Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe,” she says firmly, her expression grim. With a final glance at Kyle, who gives you and Laswell a brief nod, you let her escort you from the room. Already you can hear distant yelling echoing through the halls, screams of fear and pain, the clashing of steel on steel as the fight enters the castle.

“Keep with me,” Laswell says, trying to reassure you and distract you as you wind your way through the twisting halls.

You come to an abrupt halt as Laswell freezes, peering around her you see Valeria standing there, blood smeared on the short arming sword in her hand and on her clothes.

“I just killed one of the enemy,” she announces before either of you can question her. “Come, it’s safe this way,” she says, gesturing for you and Laswell to follow her.

“Where were you?” Laswell asks firmly, not moving and slowly edging you behind her. As you shift, you see her pulling a dagger from a belt sheath hidden at the small of her back. Frustration flicks quickly across Valeria’s features, darkening her eyes further as the Steward refuses to take the bait.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m here now,” she shrugs, and you notice the tightening of her grip on her sword. “Graves wants her, now give her to me.” She lunges forward, sword raised to stab into Laswell’s guts. Laswell reacts with incredible speed, hand lashing out and knocking the other woman’s wrist away as though she knew it was coming. She shoves you harshly to the side, bouncing you from the wall and sending you crashing to the ground with an undignified grunt. The two women grapple, Laswell slightly hindered by her skirts but still managing to overpower the smaller woman.

You clamber to you feet just as Valeria is struck with the pommel of Laswell’s dagger, knocking her out cold.

“Are you okay?” you ask, beginning to move towards her but something stops you dead in your tracks.

A wave of cold nausea makes you stagger, almost doubling over as it feels as though all the warmth in the air is sucked out by something. An unspeakable feeling of dread prickles your skin, and you want to curl up and hide, but something in your chest pushes back, a tiny spark of heat, that forces you to turn your head and look back down the corridor. It’s as though the torches shrink back, too afraid to burn as the dark figure steps around the corner.

“It’s Graves…” you hear Laswell whisper, the name too apt for the creature. He walks towards you, stepping over Valeria’s unconscious form and ignoring Laswell. Her eyes go wide as he ignores her, and she takes her chance to lunge with her blade at him as he moves past. A tendril of pure darkness and shadow slithers from beneath his cloak and cracks out like a whip, sending her reeling backwards into the wall with tremendous force, and she crumples to the ground. The tendrils grow in size and number, climbing the walls around him and spreading like twisted vines everywhere except where the torches burn on the walls.

“There you are darlin’, I’ve been looking for you,” he purrs, grinning to show those rows of inhumanly sharp teeth. His skin is the pallor of the undead, pulled tight over the bones beneath. You get the impression he was once handsome, but now he looks as he is, a shadow of a human. “You’ve got a little passenger in there, haven’t you?” He continues as he walks closer. “I can’t let you walk around with that.”

Simon’s words surface in your mind: run. You turn and sprint away from Graves, hearing his frustrated snarl as you do, and you try not to imagine the sight of him chasing behind you. In your terrified state you go the only way you know by heart from where you are, which is right towards the healer’s work rooms. If you’re lucky you can get there and bolt the door before he reaches you, that’s the only plan you have. Shouts and screams echo around you as you run, fighting guards and knights spilling through archways and doors.

Something screams in your head that the enemies are different, they move in a staggering walk, helmets covering their faces. One nearly knocks you over, tugging its axe from the skull of a downed guard and turns to you at the last moment. Its helmet has been lost and a rotted, eyeless face turns to you.

They’re dead already… an army of risen corpses at the command of The Shadow, Graves. You rush past the inhuman warrior, your speed redoubled in a bid to get away from that as well as the creature chasing you.

You make it to the healer’s rooms and throw open the door desperately before plunging inside. Graves is close behind you, his dead eyes meeting yours as you push the heavy door closed, but his shadows pin the door open as he approaches. Although it's futile you push against the door but there is no hope to close it.

You smash into the table, thrown back by the force of Graves ramming into the door, and you slide across the surface taking everything on the surface with you. Glassware shatters beneath you, cutting into your hands and knees as you land painfully. The brazier tumbles in a shower of sparks and burning coals, rolling across the flagstone floor, coming to rest against your skin. You blink, looking down at the still burning black lump, and then at a smash bottle of alcohol that still holds some of the volatile liquid.

“C’mon darlin’, let’s get this over with,” you hear Graves taunting you as he moves around the table.

You lift the coal in your hand, the skin hot but not burning, refusing to blister and blacken as it should. The liquid in your mouth irritates your nose, eyes watering and streaming from the burn of neat alcohol.

“What the..?” No…!” he shouts, thrusting a wall of darkness between you as you blow as hard as your lungs will let you. The spray ignites on the coal in your hand and a spray of fire blossoms from your lips, shredding the shadows and coating Graves. You keep blowing until your mouth and lungs are empty, but something shifts and lets go, leaving you in that same conflagration and ensnares the lich.

He screams and howls, twisting and writhing as the living flames devour him. A storm of fire fills the room, your clothes and hair whipping in a frenzy around you as you stand up, but only the undead creature burns. Slowly, in a daze, you step backwards, moving away from the lich as he curls in on himself, smoking and bubbling tendrils of shadow falling limp and twitching to the ground as they burn, and you edge towards the door. Wrenching your eyes from the horror you turn to the door and find Kyle, bloodied and stained, staring at you in disbelief.

“You still alive?” Kyle asks, eyebrows raised in concern. He holds out his hand, and you step through the flames on trembling legs until you grasp it, letting him pull you out of the fire yet again. He smells of coppery blood and sweat as you bury your face against his chest, ignoring the hardness of his chainmail against your skin, and focusing on the tightness of his arms around you as he pulls you tight against him.

The flames die down, leaving a congealed black mess on the floor by the hearth, but everything else is unburnt. As you glance over you swear you see something shining flutter away and up the flue.

“Come with me, let’s get you out of here,” he mutters into your hair and leads you away towards the main courtyard.

The main doors of the keep stand open, wounded and dying guards lie where they fell, and the crumpled corpses of Grave’s risen army are scattered between them. It seems Shepherd put his trust in the lich’s dead army and brought few living combatants with him, and now the Baron kneels on the ground before Price, blood leaking from a blow to his ribs. You see the other Simon and MacTavish behind him, coated in blood and gore, Farah and Alex nearby just as stained and bruised from battle.

As you near them, you hear Price and Shepherd speaking, the tip of Price’s sword pressed against the bald man’s throat.

“I am not going to beg for my life, not from you or anybody else,” the Baron wheezes, hand clutching at the gushing wound in his side, leaking through his fingers and onto the floor.

“Wouldn't do you any good,” Price replies. His eyes narrow slightly and he pushes his full weight behind the hilt of his weapon, sliding it into Shepherd’s neck with a crunching of cartilage. There’s a wet, strangled sound and you turn away until you hear the heavy thud of the man falling to the ground dead.

“It’s not over,” Price grunts. “Where’s Graves?”

“Dead, well, completely dead,” Kyle answers. “She disintegrated him.”

Farah catches your eye and nods at you, a small satisfied smile on her face.

“Then we owe you our thanks, healer,” Price says, wiping his blade on Shepherd’s cloak before sheathing it as his hip. aswell emerges from the keep looking pale and dazed, helped by Alejandro. Beside them, Rudy drags a bound Valeria, spitting curses and threats, her head still bleeding.

“I’m sorry, it was Valeria who opened the gates,” Alejandro snarls, ignoring the woman’s poisoned words. “She’s yours to do with as you see fit.”

“She goes to the cells, I’ll deal with her later,” Price sighs, shaking his head and he glares at Valeria. She struggles against Rudy’s grip, but you suspect it is for a show of defiance rather than any real intention to try and escape. If she broke free now, anyone in the immediate vicinity would gladly slice her in two.

The clean up is exhausting, so many dead, so many wounded. The rotting corpses left by Graves and Shepherd are carted away and burned, their ashes scattered into the sea to be swept away by Alejandro and his crew. The charred remains of The Shadow and likewise disposed of, the oily mark left on the floor scrubbed and scrubbed until it fades away from sight. Price has Shepherd’s remains removed by the priests and taken to be embalmed for his kin to retrieve, if they wish to do so. You work day and night, caring for those that can be saved.

Laswell makes a full recovery and her wife takes care of her.

It feels like days until you finally sit down and rest, body aching and mind about ready to unravel completely having not slept in a bed while tending to your patients. You make it back to your own chambers, feet dragging on the floor as you shuffle through the door and slump at the table. After rubbing your hands over your face you notice the bowl of apples before you, a smile creeping to your lips as you admire the shining red fruit.

“You’re not going to start throwing those again?” Kyle asks from the doorway, and you pick one up.

“I don’t think I have the energy to do it, even if I wanted to,” you smile over your shoulder at him. He shuts the door and walks over to you, gently taking your hand and pulling you up to stand with him, and carefully taking the apple from your hand and placing it on the table. You smirk as he does so.

“You’ve not had time to talk so I kept out of the way, but I wanted to say how proud I am of you. You saved a lot of people by taking on Graves like that,” he tells you, his face sombre.

“So you saved my life, and I was in your debt,” you say, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “But now I’ve saved lots of lives, so does that mean you owe me a debt now?” you grin despite your fatigue. His expression softens, and he smiles, pulling you against him by gripping the softness of your hips.

“I suppose that’s right,” he agrees. “So, I’m yours to do with you please.” His eyes linger on your lips for a moment, and arousal ignites in your tired body.

“I think, I think I’d like my knight to take me to bed,” you reply, and you see his pupils flare at your possessive choice of words.

“I am yours, but you are still mine,” he whispers, leaning down so his lips brush softly against your cheek.

“I think I can live with that,” you sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed as he presses a kiss to your neck. He does as you ask, with great care he guides you to your bed, slowly undressing the pair of you until you lie on the soft, clean sheets and he lies beside you. One rough hand glides over the swell of your stomach and cups one of your breasts, while he leans over and kisses your lips, kneading the plump mound and catching your nipple between his finger and thumb.

His kisses become more demanding, his hand roaming across your skin, caressing and squeezing whatever he can touch, and your heart pounds in response. Your tiredness ebbs away, replaced with a desperate need for closeness, to feel alive and most importantly, for him.

“Kyle, you need to fuck me,” you rasp out hoarsely, and him smirks, his cock already hard and leaving a wet trail as it rubs against your thigh.

“Do I?” he grins, voice low and deep, and you feel his chest rumble against you. “I’d better do as My Lady says.” Without preamble his shift between your thighs, spreading them wider than necessary so he can admire your glistening pussy. Watching your face and drinking in your expression, he sinks himself slowly into your aching heat, the stretch making your arch beneath him.

“Is that what you needed?” he groans, voice laced with gravel as you tighten around his length.

“Fuck, yes,” you trill back at him, clutching at his biceps as he holds himself above you. He draws back and fills you again, and again, each slap of skin against skin pulling a reedy moan from you. Your fingers curl and you nail dig at his skin, and your legs wrap around his lithe hips, urging him deeper inside.

“You want more?” he hisses into your ear, cradling your head between his forearms. You burble an incoherent agreement, and he tenses his arms against your shoulders before pounding into you mercilessly. It’s nearly impossible to breath as he pins you below him, fucking you with all his strength, and your pussy makes lewd, wet noises. You pull him harder with your legs, muscles tightening and your orgasm building much quicker than you’d anticipated. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge as every nerve sparks with pleasure, and your mind goes blank, registering only the feeling of being completely surrounded and filled by Kyle.

The tension crests, the pleasure peaks, and you wail as you come, clenching around his cock enough to make him moan and his hips stutter. Your gasp in greedy lungfuls of air, sweating blossoming on your skin and his, and he slows the motion of his hips to a lazy rolling. Once the waves ebb, his places a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Hmmm… that’s one,” he grins, dark eyes sparkling down at you.

“What d’you mean?” you whimper, aftershocks catching at you still as he grinds into you.

“I mean,” he mumbles against your lips, “we’ve only just started.”

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Omegaverse ~ Task Force 141+ Alejandro, Rodolfo, König

Warnings: Mostly SFW with a dash of NSFW (MINORS BEGONE)

Author Notes: These are gonna be short and I apologize for it but YALL THE WRITING JUICE IS DRYING UP, so once again I'm sorry. These are also my own interpretations of these characters but feel free to add on top of them. I also wanna thank @l-lend and @kelpiesummer for helping me with these, your honor I love them both.

Before we begin I would like to go over some baseline stuff to this:

In Military pack dynamics there is a Lead Alpha and a Lead Beta, and if the Alpha isn't present it is the Beta’s duty to oversee the safety of the pack.

Apex Alphas do exist here but they only make up 10% of the population, and are often ridiculed due to them being able to control a vast majority of Alphas. They are also much stronger and much bigger than regular Alphas with much stronger instincts. In modern society it's often damning should one be born an Apex because they often have to wear muzzles in public because of their unpredictability.

An Apex’s muzzle is only taken off when they are alone, mated, or receive immunity by extended military service to prove they are not a danger to anyone.

To add on about an Apex, their Ruts become stronger the longer they don't relieve built up tension over time. It has even been recorded that Apexes with no outlet have often become feral and cannot be helped out of a feral state. All Apexes MUST have a physical outlet to reduce built up tension.

All dynamics are able to become Feral, and in this universe there is not enough data to help an individual out of said feral state and will have to be sent to a designated center for proper care.

Apexes, Alphas, and Omegas are able to control themselves decently should a Rut or Heat arrive. Should one help out with these times, consent must be given beforehand and with a trusted individual. Not everyone here is driven to wackiness because of hormones

In the Military, there are often teams that are used for Ruts and Heats of all calibers, they are made up of trained Betas and are the only ones allowed to handle single Apex, Alpha, and Omega dynamics who are in a Heat or Rut.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon I feel like would be an Alpha, simply because of his size and his ability to lead soldiers like a well oiled machine. He didn't start feeding into his alpha nature until he joined the Royal Army after the attacks on 9/11, mostly because his father would punish him and his family should anyone try to stand up to him. Once Simon completed his training he shows his father what a true Alpha is and acts like, and ends up kicking him out of the house before assuming the role as the protector of his family.

After losing his family and “Simon Riley” being now pronounced dead he started to hide his true nature and his scent. While his scent is practically nonexistent it didn't stop him from the commanding and somewhat protective nature of his inner Alpha. In the Ghost’s mind, no scent and repressing that inner Alpha, is the best way to begin a nonexistent life; to become nothing more but a living shadow.

In a Rut:

To describe Simon in a rut would be a very self protective Alpha, not wanting anyone with a 5 mile radius near him to ensure no one discovers his identity. And in order to safeguard that fact he ends up going to a secluded safehouse far from base to ensure not a single person can find him in such a vulnerable state. During this time he does believe it's better for him to be alone as the worry of losing himself after being pent up for so long could only cause him more trouble on top of someone finding out Simon Riley isn't as dead as they claim.

But to say he's a virgin would be a complete lie, he’s been with omegas before and many were in heat so he understands a little about omegas but nothing really outside a heat. With that being said he often craves an omega during his ruts, but after becoming the Ghost he doesn't actively seek them anymore. But if he did have an omega (maybe even you) helping him out he would definitely be very dominant, constantly on lookout after having sated both his needs and whoever is helping him. If you're close with him, he begins to show a more doting characteristic that he claims isn't there such as getting you what snack you're craving or bringing in more blankets for your heat nest.

John “Soap” MacTavish 

Now this Scott probably doesn't strike you as an Alpha, but I assure you he is 100% Alpha blood though and through. Johnny is definitely a more playful alpha compared to the rest of his team but that doesn't stop him from trying to get them to loosen up and have fun. He's even been told many didn't think he was an Alpha at their first introduction, with his fun and very caring personality he's been more mistaken as an Omega rather than an Alpha.

But that never once hurt his feelings, and has even offered to show he’s the real deal if you catch my drift. It also means he loves to show off to whoever might be watching whether they are Male, Female, Omega, Alpha, or even a Beta. His only hard NO would be an Apex of any gender, he may not have met any but there is definitely a stereotype amongst Apexes.

In a Rut:

Before anyone starts to make assumptions that he's pretty dominant in bed and during a rut that's only a half truth. While yes his body is telling him to dominate during that time he isn't fully into it, he is actually more of a switch and can be pretty needy during this time. He wants to cuddle about 90% of the time because the skin on skin helps bring his brain back to a safe place where hormones don't dictate his every move.

Johnny definitely isn't a virgin and has actually had many partners of all second genders besides apexes in his bed at least once. He can definitely say he knows his way around anybody that decides to help him in a rut but once he's sated it's straight pampering for his partner. Once you get to know him better he actually wants to play fight with you more after you're both satiated for a bit, Johnny claims it's to help build a bond between the two for you.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Before anyone yells at me for making Gaz a Beta hear me out. In a pack like Task Force 141 there needs to be a Lead Alpha and a Lead Beta that takes up for the Lead Alpha should they not be present in a situation. But our sweet Kyle definitely is the voice of reason between the original four, should the Alpha’s hormones and instincts cloud one's judgment Kyle would help set the record straight and see both sides to the coin. He’s definitely the more laid back one of the group but he can get a little wild should he need to, I mean the guy was hanging upside down under a helicopter while going down an active highway.

While he might be the more laid back one, that doesn't exactly mean he isn't a little trickster. He likes to rile Soap up before he gets told to stop which often leads to someone getting sent to the medbay, while he does mess with Ghost and Price he doesn't take it too far because not only are they Alphas they also happen to be higher in the chain of command. Kyle has stated before that it's just easier to pick on Johnny because they are both the same rank, and that Soap is the one who actually wants to up the intensity or stakes to whatever they are doing.

I'm just gonna add this in on this part to say since Betas don’t have Heats or Ruts I won't have a Rut part for Gaz. But that doesn't mean that this man doesn't get any. To anyone who has ever met him, they can say he’s super helpful during those times and has even offered to help should they need it. But that is only to a select few, he mostly just makes sure you don't die from starvation or dehydration and will even run messages and updates back and forth on whatever you want to know or need during that time.

John Price

Our captain in tight fitting camo is not just an Alpha he's The Alpha of Task Force 141, his presence is calm yet demanding attention from anyone who crosses his path. That being said, he isn't one to outright snap at anyone who gets on his nerves, but rather lets them make a fool of themselves. He will only ever step in if his team or his own safety starts being questioned around an individual or in a certain area. He is always aware of everyone under his charge and does the best he can to ensure they all make it back home safe, although they aren't scratch less sometimes but alive nonetheless.

While John is a leader and an officer he makes sure he has an end time to the mountains of paperwork on his desk. Should he have someone at home waiting for him, he makes sure to keep them updated on his whereabouts but once he's in the security of his own four walls his top priority is only them. John has been known to go off the radar sometimes while at home, but it's mostly because when he's home he doesn't want work knocking at his door when he's got other priorities. Overall this man is sweet as he can be, in his own rough way, and all he ever really wants to do is just love and pamper his mate like it might be the last time.

In a Rut:

Right off the bat he tells you he might be a bit much during this time of the year, but it's much more different than what you'd expect from an Alpha of his standing. While most of the time he's peachy with being the dominant one in bed, if the Rut is strong and he just came home all he wants is for you to take control. He will mostly complain that it's because he's “Getting old as crap” but you set that aside and simply say it's ok to let someone else take control. John just wants to be pampered in his Ruts mostly because every other time he has to be taking care of someone else.

Now if he goes into Rut while he's on extended leave and has the energy of a young buck, better buckle up then honey cause you're just gonna have to ride it out. The easiest way to say what he is in bed would be a switch but personally it isn't that simple. Personally I do believe that John can be dominant but with his line of work and his responsibilities it takes it out of him even with a rut, he wants to be dominant but simply put the man is tired most of the time. So in order to make up for it he is very caring of his partner, he wants to provide and protect his partner. John is by far one of the sweetest Alphas out there but don't tell anyone that, he has a reputation to uphold back on base.

Alejandro Vargas

This FINE Latino man is without a doubt an Alpha, with his ability to be both cunning and devious in his line of work he can make sure the job is done. While he might be unforgiving to his enemies, anyone that is a previous lover or his mate can say that he is a hopeless romantic. He showers and pampers his lovers with anything they could ever desire, Alex wants to show that he is a perfect caregiver and provider to their needs.

While he might not be a stereotypical Alpha, he can still effectively protect his mate and his pack should some catch the wrong side of him. He’s a protector and has even said that he “Will fight to his very last breath as long as it means you are all protected in the end.'' With that it's easy to say Alejandro is a very selfless person to those he trusts and will ensure all are properly protected and provided for should they come under his protection and care as the Lead Alpha.

In a Rut:

Imma say it now, Alejandro actually feeds into that inner Alpha during this time. He wants to release all that built up tension into the form of rough sex should anyone help him out. He only ever has someone with him if he knows it's bad and has no mate or anyone special, but if he does have a mate they are gonna be covered in bruises and love bites and probably bred after it. Also without a doubt he's bound to become more aggressive than normal, but again he is simply acting on instincts. However that aggression will never be used against you that could potentially hurt you.

Maybe after a few rounds Alejandro does feel like he's able enough to check on his partner, he goes to town should they need aftercare, snacks, or a shower. He kisses on deep bruises he's left along your skin, helps wash your hair and body, even makes sure you're properly fed even if he's the one who is in Rut.

Rodolfo Parra

Once again please no one yell at me for this decision, but I do feel like Rudy would also be a Beta as he works closely with Colonel Vargas as his second in command. After growing up with Alejandro, they both decided to stay together after their basic training and fight for justice in Las Almas. Wherever you see Alejandro, Rodolfo is never far behind updating the Lead Alpha should news come up over the radios from their team.

Rudy is also more alongside the more nurturing nature, he wants his team safe and will do anything to protect them. His team is his Pack and without them Rudy has nothing left, that being said he tries to improve whatever he can as the Lead Beta for Los Vaqueros. I can also say without a doubt Rudy is also the most loving person to whoever is his mate, but this isn't one sided as he also wants all the love and adoration from his mate just as much. He is a lover by nature but he also wants to be bathed and be told that he is doing a good job and a lover and a mate.

And while again Rudy may be a Beta and doesn't have a Rut it doesn't mean he is inexperienced, He chooses to wait and is actually very selective of potential partners that he shares such intimate moments with. But if you ask Alejandro he can tell you Rudy has had some drunken one night stands that makes the Beta beat red at just their mentioning.

König

Our lorge Austrian man here is one of the lesser known dynamics that makes up only 10% of the world's population; An Apex. Truly it's no surprise that this man right here would be anything less, but in König’s personal opinion it's nothing but a curse. Ever since he presented he was mocked and shamed for his second gender, it was much worse when the government sent his family a muzzle for him to wear in public. It was nothing short of humiliating, it even was something else for him to be bullied for. The bullying was also the reason why  König has deep scars around his face from the muzzle digging in, some of them because his bullies often pulled on the straps to where it was too tight.

Over the years König became more and more anxious around others, there were very limited times the large man would go out into public because he knew people would turn him away simply for his second gender. And due to the large amount of prejudice it was hard to find both a pack and a mate that would accept him, that was until you barreled into his life (literally) that he felt like someone would love him. He's a very caring Apex that goes above and beyond for his mate, there were often times he would stay on his knees and would hardly make eye contact with you. His worst fear is you realizing you don't want an Apex as a mate and leaving, he honestly thinks his heart would stop beating if you did.

In a Rut:

Now this is where he really fears himself most of all. His ruts were strong and they only continued to grow the longer he kept denying himself release with someone else. But when he was assigned to KorTac they allowed him an alternative way to help him during ruts, by sending him on solo operations to let loose on the supposed targets. But again all this was before you showed up.

After you started to share Ruts and Heats together you realized that an Apex was really just a bigger Alpha, and one who wanted nothing more to provide for you. Now while I love König being an absolute sweetheart, that's not how he is during a Rut. König is demanding and can often be rough the first few times but it's only because he never had someone to spend it with, he does end up becoming much softer and sweeter after a while. You thought König was a big soft boi during this time for your first few couplings, nope his brain is empty besides the words Mate, Breed, and Protect for an entire week (good luck walking after that). And if anyone thinks otherwise y'all meet me in the Burger King parking lot at midnight.

✦C.o.D w/ a MILF!Y/N✦

(Fem!Reader, between 38-48, use of Y/N, no nationality but Y/N lives in Wales. Mentions of mommy issues, war, (brief) survivors guilt, panic attack in Simon's, mentions of PTSD.)

The task force was lead around by the commander of a base located in Swansea, Wales. They’d been called in for their help on a series of missions that had grown slowly more and more treacherous, finding more evidence of war crimes and shady dealings hidden under businesses the more they went. So, when John got the letters on his desk asking for assistance, he reluctantly agreed. It seemed like work he didn’t quite find worth it for his men’s time. However, the promise of meeting one of their best was certainly interesting.

Kyle leaned forward to whisper to his Captain while the General rambled about their inventory to ask a question. “Cap, don’t you feel this deal is a bit odd?” He asked. “What do you mean?” Price replied quietly. “They’re offering us a soldier for our help, like holding out candy to get a kid to clean their room.” Kyle explained. John hummed and glanced in front of him, considering the words. He went to reply before the General chuckled. “You know, both of you are very bad at whispering.” The old man explained.

Kyle cringed and backed up a bit, lightly elbowing Soap who’d started snickering. Price sighed. “I apologize, I don’t mean to offend you.” He said, but the General waved his hand dismissively. “No no, I understand the sentiment. But, to ease your worries, we’re offering you a new team member because Lieutenant L/N wants a change. Feelin’ stuck doesn’t do a soldier much good.” He explained. “Hence why I suggested you. Really, it’d be another addition to your already impressive team. This is just a chance to show you that, and for Lieutenant L/N to see if joining a team like this would work.”

Hearing that it was the Lieutenant’s decision helped the deal seem less questionable. Although Price was still hesitant. His team was as good as it got in his mind, though he knew it was likely bias that made him feel that way. Ghost behind him let out a near-silent scoff at the suggestion of someone new. They didn’t need someone new, as far as he was concerned. A helicopter overhead was heard, heading to the tarmac. The General smiled and motioned for them to walk in that direction. “Well, when do we get to meet him then?” Soap asked, as they reached the blacktop, the helicopter blades slowing. The General stopped in front of them and turned with a furrowed brow. “Him? No no, this is Lieutenant L/N.” He motioned behind him and gave the team a bit of a shock. Walking away from the helicopter was a woman, about Price’s age, showing a smile and confidence in her walk. “How was your flight, L/N?” General called kindly. The woman laughed as she got closer.

“As smooth as a helicopter can be in this awful weather.” She replied. She came to a stop beside the old man, who seemed to beam with pride as he motioned to her. “Captain Price, this is Lieutenant L/N.” She shook her head as her hands rested on her hips. “No need for that. Y/N and my call sign work just fine.” She held out her hand for John to shake. “Nice to meet you, Captain. Look forward to working with you!” Price smiled back and shook her hand firmly. His shoulders felt oddly lax, something he found noticeable. “The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” He replied before turning to his team. “This is my task force. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.” Y/N tilted her head at the large man. “Nice mask, big guy. I like it!” She complimented. Ghost blinked before he sighed quietly and looked away. Her smile turned more sympathetic, noting his tense stance. Intimidating to anyone else, but she mostly saw awkwardness. He clearly wasn’t used to compliments. Her attention was pulled when Soap cleared his throat and waved his hand. “Yes?”

“What’s your call sign? Ya mentioned it, but ya didn’t actually tell us.” Soap asked. Y/N nodded and opened her mouth to answer, but she was cut off by a shout in the distance. Some random soldiers walking toward a humvee, suited up for a battle. “Welcome back, Ma!” One shouted while waving. Y/N grinned and waved back. “Come back with most of your limbs, boys!” She exclaimed. The soldiers laughed and nodded. She sighed with a grin, shaking her head before she turned back. “That. That would be my call sign.”

Kyle rose an eyebrow. “Ma? They call you Ma?” He asked. “Mhm. Also mum, momma, had a youngster call me momther? Not sure about that one. Usually it’s a variation of that, even my General calls me Ma sometimes.” She chuckled. Kyle tilted his head at that. “So, do you have kids?” His question was met with a head shake. “Nope. Wanted them when I was younger, but that ship kinda sailed. I’m not quite sure when the boys starting calling me that, but it seemed to catch on.” She explained with a shrug. She beamed again with her shoulders squared.

“Can’t wait to work with you boys!”

✧Kyle Garrick✧

(Platonic)

I think he’s got a bit of a strained relationship with his mom. They’re not completely estranged and he doesn’t think she’s a terrible mom by any means, but she definitely has done things that have and continue to negatively affect him. In short, mommy issues. And we know what that means.

Kyle treats you like he treats Price. Respectful, cordial, and he keeps any goofing off & jokes til after he knows you better. After that, he remains as polite as ever, but he’s more willing to let his guard down.

He’s a bit weakened to gentle affection and praise. He tries not to be, but he really likes the acknowledgment. It makes him feel important and seen.

Definitely has a little crush on you, even in the platonic version. It’s like a little school boy crush that he’s able to get over easily. Sometimes his face grows warm when you compliment him, and sometimes his gaze lingers a little longer. But he’s not painfully pining.

Probably the easiest to make open up to you. Some gentle words and a promise to give a shoulder to lean on goes a long way.

“You alright?” Kyle looked up when he heard Y/N’s voice behind him. He snapped his head away, fiddling with the velcro on his tactical gloves. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah I’m good.” He coughed. The woman behind him didn’t buy it, frowning sympathetically. She walked forward and rested a gentle hand on his back. “Kyle…” Her voice was soft and sweet. He let out a heavy breath and looked up at her, exposing guilt ridden eyes. “Hun, you have to understand that it wasn’t your fault.” Y/N whispered, raking her nails along his shoulders. “I just feel like if I had moved faster-“ The end of his sentence got cut off with a voice crack. He wasn’t new to the cruelty of war anymore, but that didn’t mean it ever really got easier. He’d been slow to notice an enemy sniper. A young recruit lost their life to the bullet and Kyle watched them die. And now he felt responsible. Y/N hushed him soothingly. She circled around to stand in front of him, pulling his head to rest on her. “I know you feel guilty, but you’re not faster than a bullet Kyle. You did everything you could on that battlefield. If you weren’t there, a lot more lives would’ve been lost.” She explained as he clenched his eyes shut, leaning into her. Y/N leaned down to kiss the top of his skull. “Go ahead and let it out, hun.” And he did. It was hard to remain tough in these circumstances, even harder to remain stubborn under a blanket of security she seemed to give. When he had poured out his remorse and anger and was left feeling empty and exhausted, he sighed pulled back. “Thanks Ma.” He sniffled. “Don’t mention it, sweetie. How about we get you a snack, hm? I snuck in some of those brownies you like.” She whispered with a smile. He gave a watery chuckle and nodded.

(Romantic)

As I said, he ends up with a little crush when he first gets to know you anyway. He’s got a thing for the DILF/MILF type. Ask Johnny, he’s definitely heard Gaz’ fair share of little comments about how hot their captain is.

His pining grows the more attention he gets from you. The more doting, the mushier he gets. The more praise he gets the more he’ll do more. Gaz does his best to remain subtle about it, sometimes he notices how he's acting and it makes him grow embarrassed.

Depending on how bad the crush is, he’ll start to try and be your favorite in every room while also remaining professional.

Unless he’s in the room with the recruits that started the whole “mom” trend, you know, the ones that are most likely to actually view you like a mom? Yeah then he’s a little shit, cause he wants to rub it in their faces that you like him so much.

Probably has one of your boys threaten him, honestly.

“Back off our Lieutenant, Garrick.” “Hey, it’s not my fault she likes me more than you.”

To be clear, he doesn’t just like you cause you’re an older lady who’s pretty. That’s just part of his type. Kyle’s a pretty empathetic soul, and he’ll notice little things in the most primal parts of your personality, and compliment those things. He’s sweet and understanding. The main thing he does that most men between 35-50 don’t do is give you shit for having a strong personality.

The fact you’re a strong woman is a major plus for him. Kyle likes direction at this point in his life, and to get it from someone who knows what they’re doing, but doesn’t hold that power over him? Really nice.

When he finally gets the confidence to make some moves (mostly encouraged by Soap), he goes classic romantic style. Leaving gifts on your desk, bringing you flowers, complimenting you with words that have several syllables. The way he asks you out? He writes a poem/letter. It’s ridiculously sweet, he even does his best to keep his handwriting elegant. (Insert that line from Hamilton; “I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning, did you intend this? One stroke and you’ve consumed why waking days. You’ve written “ My dearest Angelica”, with a comma after dearest-“)

Y/N covered her mouth as she reread the letter once again. She’d gone through every word probably seven times now. Elegantly placed pen strokes describing how her sergeant…or, a sergeant she worked with, viewed her. Comparing her presence to the warmth of the sun and her voice being as gentle as notes of a piano. Kyle had been an absolute sweetheart since she’d first met him, and that had only gotten progressively more and more noticeable as time had passed. She wasn’t oblivious. She could see his bashful grin when she praised him, the fact he looked at her a bit too long after a mission. The flowers and gifts were something more recent. But, Y/N was his superior, and she’d never grown out of the fear of misreading signals that she held from her teenager years. And yet, here was a confession from a young man at least twenty years her junior. It was a little too flattering. There was a conflict between their ranks, not to mention her age. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been a little flirty, but pulled back because she worried she was too old for him. Kyle was distracting himself at the moment. He was on watch, up on the roof, fiddling with a rubix cube while music blasted in his ears through some earbuds. He wasn’t even doing his job, he was just trying to calm his nerves. Lingering on what ifs and the fear of rejection. He had half the mind to go find Johnny and strangle him for talking him into it. In his anxious thinking, he didn’t hear the door behind him open, nor the light steps taken toward him. Kyle jumped when one of his earbuds was taken from his ear. He turned his head, ready to apologize to who he thought was Price, only to be met with a face that bewitched and terrified him. “Bit loud, isn’t it? You’ll hurt your hearing, sweetheart.” She said. Kyle swallowed and paused the song, taking the other earbud out. “I uh, ahem, right.” There was a silence that passed between them until he felt the tension was too strong. He sighed and stood up, burning with embarrassment. “Look, I’m sorry. I know it’s unprofessional and it could complicate things-“ he began. Y/N rested her hands on her hips as he went on, unable to fight off a smile he couldn’t see. Since he was too busy looking at the ground. She waited for Kyle to pause, let him take in a deep breath. The man jumped when a hand came under his chin and tilted it up, forcing him into eye contact. Her grin widened and she tilted her head. “I’m your superior. You know that?” She said. He deflated and nodded. “So, you have to do as I say.” Kyle’s brows furrowed but he nodded again. He melted despite the shame when her warm hand cupped his cheek, stroking the small scar. “Shut up and kiss me, sweetheart.” Her words stunned him. Kyle forced an inhale so he wouldn’t suffocate. “Is…is that an order?” He mumbled. “It is.” Y/N replied, sweet and expecting. In a mix of relief and ecstatic joy, Kyle followed through. Happy to learn she was just as warm and soothing as he’d dreamt she’d be.

✧Johnny MacTavish✧

(Platonic)

One of the few C.o.D characters that has a good relationship with his mom. In all honesty, he's a bit of a momma's boy. He doesn't need a motherly figure, BUT, he's really comforted by the maternal energy you give off.

He can't see his mom often, and when he's feeling homesick, you definitely help.

Johnny's a pretty open and casual-type guy. He doesn't take long to feel comfortable around you. Leading to lots of affection from him and a lot of him seeking affection from you. Hugs, head pats. He's also the most likely to take a nap on you, if you allow it. In fact, he probably has some of the best rest of his life when he's resting near the people he trusts, but it's not like he can waltz over to Kyle and flop across his lap, so he's grateful for you.

Also a bit of a praise seeker. He's sensitive to rejection and criticism, but thrives when he gets something right. When he does need correction and pointers, your stern but kind tone is the perfect way to hear it.

"Oh fucks sake!" "Easy Johnny, don't lose your head. Let's try again, but this time, I want you to keep more on your right. Okay, hun?" "Right, got it. Thanks ma!"

Definitely flirts a little, but he knows when to quit to keep things comfortable between you two. Usually, he compliments you the most when he sees you picking at something on yourself. Be it lines in your skin or the way your hair is styled that day. He likes talking and hyping you up.

If you're on the dating scene, he's your biggest supporter and hype man. Definitely throws out that "dress your age" shit. Even if you're not getting dressed up for a date or something, he still heavily encourages you to doll yourself up for simple hang outs during leave. His mother and older sister always included him on girls nights, so he knows how to handle a night like that and loves them to no end.

"Oh I don't know Johnny, this dress looks more suited for a twenty-something." Y/N sighed as she smoothed down a form fitting dress. One that exposed her shoulders, coming down to her lower thigh, matching with some small heels. "Ahh fuck off wit' that! You look gorgeous, hush yer mouth and adjust your tits. We're getting tequila!" The Scotsman shouted. She busted up laughing as he dragged her toward the bar. He pushed open the door and ushered her in, grinning ear to ear. Music blared and the lights were colorful, bouncing off the shiny surface of her dog tags. They both got a place at the bar and right away, Johnny got to gossiping whilst sipping a tequila sunrise. "And then, oh the nerve this boy had. He looked me in the eye and said, "why would I listen to you, lady?"" Y/N mimicked a voice, watching as her coworker's jaw dropped with a gasp. "Now I was disrespectful, but that's too much. What'cha do to the moron?" He asked mischievously. Y/N chuckled and sipped her cocktail. "General walked past, said "Good morning, Lieutenant L/N." That was it, I didn't need to do anything. You should've seen the kids face, Johnny. Starting groveling." She snickered. He threw his head back with a loud laugh, hitting his fist on the bar top a few times. As he came down, taking a deep breath, he glanced at Y/N who tapped his arm. "Oh sergeant, you've got an admirer.~" She teased, pointing to a corner of the bar. Soap looked over and locked eyes with a muscular stranger with a sharp jaw and dark eyes, long hair in locs tied back with an elastic. The man jolted when he noticed Johnny looking back, looking down at a half-finished beer when the Scotsman smiled at him. "Oh he's cute." Soap muttered. "Go get his number." Y/N nudged. "You sure?" "Positive! Just let me know if he's got any red flags, and make sure you have your location on. Can't have my bomb-tech getting caught up in something." Y/N fussed over his hair. She licked her thumb and wiped some dirt off his cheek, making him groan and swat at her hands. "Pipe down, ma, I got it!" He said. She sighed and watched him walk toward the pretty stranger, snorting when he adjusted his mohawk. "Nothin' but trouble, that one." Y/N joked with the bartender.

(Romantic)

Flirting to the maximum. Unlike Gaz, he's a little less concerned with professionalism. He's respectful, yes, but he doesn't necessarily see why business and pleasure have to be separated.

Johnny doesn't really have a type, but he's certainly got a pattern of going for people who are quiet and experienced. Especially people who have leadership skills.

Gets flustered when he's cooed over. He hates being babied, but he likes being coddled. (I know that's confusing but I promise there's a difference) He's a grown, capable man, and a fast learner. But, he's also fond of a break from the harshness of the world he tends to exist in. Being cradled, being called pet names, little acts of kindness to make his life easier? He adores these things.

Definitely tries to make his attraction well known, but lighthearted enough to where he can easily pull back if you seem to respond poorly to it. But, responding positively has him leaning in even more.

Shockingly, he takes a bit to properly open up. He doesn't mind being openly affectionate or complaining about mundane things, but it takes awhile to see him admit to deep insecurities and dark thoughts that plague him. But when you catch him in a vulnerable position, when you make him feel comforted and still strong despite his emotions, he'll start coming to you when he feels that way again.

A lot of the time he vents, not necessarily wanting advice but just wanting an ear. He loves your advice though, it always feels well thought out. Occasionally though, he doesn't speak and he doesn't want help, he just wants company. These are times where he usually lays in your lap and rests off his stress.

Depending on how flirty you are back, he might use your callsign to try and fluster you. Honestly, it usually backfires.

"Do I get a reward now, mommy?~" "Hmm, depends. What does my good boy want?" "I, uh- ahaha..."

Again, he hypes you up a lot, even more so when he's openly hitting on you. Motherfucker(heh) pulls out the god damn Spanish his bestie Alejandro taught him. Whether you're covered in gunpowder or dressed to the nines, he'll call you a "sight for sore eyes" or let a sharp whistle out into the air.

Loves if you give him any praise/favoritism if there are other people attracted to you in the room. He gets a look on his face like a smug cat. (You know that meme with the cat surrounded by knives? Like that)

He doesn't really ask you out properly. As I mentioned, he's sensitive to rejection. But he does constantly test the waters to see if there will be a moment where a defining moment can be snuck in. He's waiting for the tension to snap on it's own.

Johnny huffed as he got out of the shower. It had been a long, exhausting mission. Only an hour had passed this the helicopter landed back at the base, having transported Soap, Ghost, and some other men from the safe house they'd been hiding out in. Johnny had thought the dirt stuck to his skin would never come out. His muscle were sore and he was sporting a new wound that'd grow into a scar on his thigh. He left the locker room and into the silent halls. Everything was quiet, to the point his ears hurt, and the ringing of tinnitus was a bit too obvious. He rolled his shoulders as he limped toward his room, trying to shrug off a sense of loneliness. He had always been an extrovert, striving off of human contact. But he didn't want the buzz of a pub or the commotion of a group hang out. He needed company that felt peaceful, present but quiet, something sweet like honey and warm like a blanket. "Fuck it." The soldier huffed, making a sharp turn on his heels. He winced at how the movement pulled at his thigh muscle but kept walking in the other direction. He wasn't even sure she'd be awake, but he remembered her promising him that her door was always open for him. That might not have been literal, but he couldn't think of anything else. Johnny inhaled when he came to stop in front of the lieutenant's door, the silver doorknob felt daunting. But, he rose his hand to knock. He heard a lamp click and the shuffle of light footsteps. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up when the door swung open. He was met with Y/N, his superior, dressed in her sleepwear and some reading glasses, face pulled into an empathetic smile. "Need a nap buddy?" She asked sweetly. Soap dropped his arm with an embarrassed nod. She didn't hesitate to move to the side and let him in, despite how it might've looked if anyone had seen the interaction without context. Y/N settled in the middle of her bed with her back against the wall. She patted her lap and opened her arms. Johnny climbed up at her side, resting his cheek on her hipbone with a pout. "Tired?" She questioned, to which he nodded once again. She frowned and lightly scratched the side of his scalp, feeling her nails lightly drag against the fuzzy stubble of his partially shaved hair. It was always concerning when Soap was quiet after a mission. "You're thinking to hard, love, what's goin' on?" Her tone made him sink further against the mattress and close his tired eyes. "Do you think 'm annoyin'?" He asked. Y/N gasped and looked down at him. "No! Who told you that? Did someone call you annoying? I won't stand for that, you give me a name and I'll make sure they never get off bathroom duty-" Her rant was cut off by Soap's tired laughter, more akin to a giggle from deep in his chest. "No no, no one said anything. Just noticed that...sometimes when I talk for awhile, the guys start huffin' and ignore me." He explained, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstring of her shorts. "Oh hun...I'm sorry, sweetheart." Y/N cooed, lovingly stroking his cheek. He shrugged and dropped his arm over her. He looked up when she prompted him too, feeling the weight of insecurity and exhaustion evaporate. "I think you're absolutely lovely, Johnny." She smiled. The Scotsman swallowed and hugged her waist tightly, curling into her. She pulled the covers up to his shoulders and continued petting his hair. "You can stay here tonight, love. You deserve a good nights rest." Johnny hummed in reply, letting his eyes fall shut as he leaned into her more. He was out almost immediately, barely registering her telling him good night. "Mhm, g'night, love ya." He yawned. Y/N paused and looked down with wide eyes. "Huh?" She questioned, only to get a little snore in reply. She blinked, then let out a breathy chuckle. "Love ya too, Johnny. Sweet dreams..." She smiled, carefully leaning to turn the lamp off.

✧John Price✧

(Platonic)

John doesn't discount people based on age, but admittedly, he appreciates having someone that's been around as long as he has.

He also appreciates having someone maternal on the team for the sake of the boys. There have been a few times where he's been called the team-dad, and he understands that point, so when the boys call you the team mom, it makes him sigh in some relief.

Firmly believes in the concept of "a woman's touch" when it comes to things like how homey a place feels or how to handle comforting people. He always considered his mother a breath of fresh air in his house growing up, and he feels you do the same thing around the base.

Definitely lays into the "mom" thing to tease you & the boys sometimes.

"Hey, listen to your mother." "Oh come off it, John."

He doesn't need any coddling, but he does appreciate little gestures of care. Makes his shoulders relax whenever you bring him a cup of coffee or a gentle squeeze of reassurance on his arm.

Even in a platonic circumstance, there are probably soldiers that joke about you two being married, honestly.

There's a silent agreement on the two of you being equals, even if he's Captain and you're Lieutenant. That's not to say he views other people as lesser than him, but when he gives you orders, he feels a bit uncomfortable saying them the same way he'd order around a normal soldier. Feels like he's scolding his own mother.

He's not immune to the "mom look". You know the one. When you say something out of line or questionable, and your mom just slowly turns with a stern face that spells "you fucked up"? Probably one of the few looks that actually get him a little nervous. God forbid you add in the hands on the hips, ooo, he shakin' in his boots.

A quiet bestie, pretty much. Where Johnny gets you out and about, John gives you peaceful company.

John hissed as the alcohol burned the back of his throat, followed by a sigh of satisfaction. There was a light chuckle beside him. "I told you it burned." Y/N teased as she set her own glass down with a clink, hers full of wine rather than whiskey. "That cinnamon adds a kick to it, for sure." John nodded as he grabbed the bottle to read it. His brows rose when he read where it was made. "Bloody hell, how'd you get Scottish whiskey out here?" His question was met with a snicker and a shrug. "Have a buddy there, I'm not much of a whiskey type but I asked for some since I figured you might like it. Had it sent to my house, snuck it in here." Y/N replied, resting her chin in her palm as John shook his head. "You're out your mind." The man smiled. "I could say the same thing about you, mister. French wine? Surely this had to be expensive, no?" Y/N said as she pointed at the bottle he'd brought her. John poured more whiskey in his glass before leaning back in his chair, crossing his left ankle onto his right knee. "Figured it was only fair, with the whole saving my team's ass and all." He rose his glass in a semi-salute. She waved her hand and sipped the red beverage once again. "I told you, you don't have to thank me for that. I care for those boys just as much as you do, of course I'd help." The woman explained. John hummed, gazing into his glass as he went over the events of a mission gone slightly wrong. "Simon would be missing an arm if not for you, if not dead." He reminded, making her frown and nod. "Can't have my favorite big boy losing a limb, who else will reach the top shelf for me?" She joked, making the captain laugh quietly. "Really though, thank you. Ain't everyday that someone sticks their neck out like that." He repeated. Y/N gave him a gentle smile and patted his arm kindly. "Don't mention it, John. Just make sure to do the same for me when I need it." She nudged him with a grin. John rose his cup and she adjusted her grip on hers, lightly clinking the rims together with a clack. "I'll keep you alive, 's long as you keep bringing me good whiskey." He teased, chuckling as she gasped and smacked his arm for the comment.

(Romantic)

Again, he really appreciates having someone else with a paternal energy on the team. He feels less like a single dad trying to keep his three sons in line.

Might get playfully jealous if they listen to you more than him.

"Soap, dishes." "Awww but Cap-" "Johnny, please be a dear and do the dishes." *sigh* "Alright, ma." "What the h-"

Probably holds off on flirting with you for awhile. He takes his job very seriously, and since you're the only woman on the team, he worries you/other people would get the wrong idea. Still, when he likes someone that way, he can't help but do little romantic things. Most of them are subtle though.

He appreciates doting gestures and ends up returning them every time. You two are in a constant loop of sweet gestures. You bring him a coffee when he's working late, he brings you breakfast. You fix a hole in his bucket cap, he gets you better boots(and pulls strings to get them faster than usual), etc etc.

Sometimes it weirds him out how relaxed he gets around you, but after awhile he starts to crave it, which leads to him seeking you out during his free time. It gets him in a little trouble sometimes because he'll start putting you with him when the team needs to split off into groups.

Instead of reprimanding or denying the married couple jokes, he barely tells people off. Sometimes he just shakes his head with a little huff, hoping his beard hides the blood in his cheeks.

Has an abandoned fantasy of being tied down with a peaceful life. He's come to accept that won't happen, but your presence makes it harder to let go of. There will be moments shared between you that feel far too domestic, and it's far too easy to be at peace around you.

He'll start properly flirting after you do it a few times. And while his words are subtle, the tension progressively gets worse and worse, to the point everyone around you two notice. Kyle fake gags when he sees it start to happen sometimes.

Doesn't call you "ma" or anything...not unless he's like, teasing you, but in general he gives you other nicknames.

It's a 50/50 on how you two get together. He might properly ask you out, but that's if the tension doesn't snap first. That's one thing that baffles him. You make him feel younger, and he does the same for you as a result.

Needs someone to tell him how to relax, and also to scold him when he pushes himself too far. You certainly don't give a shit about his rank when he's ignored something his body needs. Your scolding goes in one ear and out the other, he's too busy admiring you, sorry to say.

John bounced his leg as he watched Y/N shuffle around her room, mumbling under her breath in a frustrated tone. He glanced at his forearms, tracing over the mottled patches of irritated red caused by the heat of the sun. He twisted his neck and bit back a wince when a stinging pain came from his skin. "I cannot believe you." Y/N huffed as she came to stand in front of him, holding an unopened bottle of aloe. John glanced at her hands taking it out of the box. "I was wearin' my hat." He muttered. The look she gave him told him that was the wrong response. Her eyes were sharp and stern, the creases between her eyebrows heavy as her face scrunched. "A hat doesn't safe your skin like sunscreen does. We were in the desert, Johnathan." She huffed, tossing the box away. He winced at his full name. The captain awkwardly coughed and picked at some peeling skin on the back of his arm, hissing when she smacked his hand. "Quit that! Gosh. What did I tell you when we got there?" She asked, unscrewing the cap to take away the plastic seal. John looked at the wall. "Put on sunscreen." He could remember her tone when she'd first said it too, as well as the face she made when he denied. "And you said?" She questioned. He sighed. "I don't need any, I'll be fine." Y/N screwed the cap back on and popped it open. "And what happened, huh?" John hated being scolded like a child, but quite frankly, he'd been as stubborn as a five year old. It was fair, even if unpleasant. "I got sunburnt." "You got sunburnt!" Y/N shook her head as she took some aloe and rubbed it along her hands before taking his right arm. John let out a little noise of discomfort, feeling the gel cover the irritated skin, feeling odd when it went over his arm hair. He looked away from his arm and at her face. He swallowed as his eyes took in her features, the slight scrunch in her nose bridge and the annoyed pout on her lips. Despite her frustration, she was still helping him, keeping her touch gentle as she did his other arm. He shivered when it touched the back of his neck. Y/N's emotions began to fizzle down by the time she reached his face, avoiding getting the gel in his beard by tilted his head with her knuckle. "Still mad at me?" He asked as she dabbed along his burn cheekbones. "Less so, but yes. You have such good skin and you're gonna ruin it by not taking care of it." She clicked her tongue, putting some on the strong bridge of his nose. John gave a little huff-like laugh. "You're still helping me." He commented. "Because I care about you, that's why I'm also annoyed." Y/N stated bluntly. He melted in place as she wiped her hands off with a rag. The woman gasped when she felt strong arms hug around her legs, making her look back to him, finally looking down since he was sitting while she was standing. "You care about me?" He asked with a smile. She rested her hands on his shoulders with a little head shake. "You heard me, you just want to milk it." He nodded, making her face relax, finally smiling again. John blinked as she bent to peck his forehead. He rose his chin to meet her, but she pulled back. "Oh no you don't, sir. You can get a proper kiss when that sunburn is healed." She poked his chest. John let out an offended scoff. "I'm already burnt and I'm getting punished?!" He asked with mock outrage, making her laugh again. "Damn right! And we have another mission two days from now." John sighed. "I'll bring sunscreen." He mumbled, feeling another peck to his forehead. "You better."

✧Simon Riley✧

(Platonic)

Simon "Every Kind Of Issues" Riley is very uncomfortable that you make him feel soft. He's absolutely gonna lean far away from you for awhile. Kind words and gentle glances make him vulnerable, and that makes him feel weak, and feeling weak is how bad things happen.

For a bit, he's going to treat you respectfully, but with the bare minimum. His responses are short, his time with you is completely professional, and he keeps his dry sense of humor away. However, he's human, a guarded one, but he's not immune.

Whether he likes it or not he will grow attached to you, even as he's trying to avoid you. It happened with Johnny, it happened with Price, it happens with you. There won't be a dramatic moment where he suddenly allows you more into his space, it'll happen gradually.

He doesn't like being coddled, but he's got a weak spot for that classic motherly atmosphere.

What really brings him closer to you is your ability to just...know. He's great at a poker face even under his mask, but it doesn't work on you. You know when he's upset, you know when he's exhausted, you know when he feels out of place, you know when he's skipped a meal or when he's not drunk enough water.

Sometimes it freaks him out. He's seen your mom instincts go off in real time and he cannot understand how it works. Once, Johnny nearly lost an eye by being reckless with a tool, he was no where near you both, there was no possible way for you to know and yet...you just knew.

After awhile, there seems to be an unspoken thing between you two that he sees you as a surrogate mother in a way. Like how he views Price as a surrogate father sometimes. He finds himself randomly coming to you for little moments that mimic going to your parent for help. Usually it's things that he's embarrassed by, so he doesn't go to Price.

"Oh, hi Simon, what can I do for you, hun?" "Uhm...I wanted...I wanted something sweet, but I-" "You?- Oh, you burnt it." "There's smoke in the kitchen." "Is there a fire?" "No, but it smells like burning food." "Okay, give it here and I want you to go grab that big fan from the tank mechanic. If anyone asks? I did it."

Will whoop ass if someone disrespects you, just saying. He'll give them nightmares.

Won't use your callsign for a long time, then one day, it'll slip out. It's not even him using your call sign. You ever accidentally call your teacher mom? Like that.

(Romantic)

Honestly, not much changes. He's just a little more awkward than before. He's not a jittery or anxious man, but he's a fuckin' awkward one. He's bad with social cues and emotions.

Eventually, he'll relax around you, and this is where his actual personality comes in. Sarcastic comments, blunt jokes, and sassy little mutterings. He gets kind of smug if he makes you laugh.

Gets kind of flustered when you do nice gestures, and while he doesn't want to be coddled, sometimes it feels kind of nice. If you're the pampering type, aim for times when he's super tired, sick, or vulnerable.

When he's romantically attracted to you, it adds some extra time on the progression of him getting comfortable being vulnerable around you, because now he's a little extra worried about how you view him.

He thinks he's a bad-luck charm. He's not going to make a move on you. Simon thinks that being allowed to be close to someone is inviting bad things into their life, and if something like that happens, he'll blame himself.

Thing is, humans naturally gravitate to things that make them feel good, and he's no different. If you have the patience to slowly drag him in, it'll eventually pay off. It's just not a smooth ride by any means.

He'll show some favoritism. He thinks he's being subtle, he's not. When talking to you, he speaks with less bite in his tone, his gaze is less harsh, he's more patient. He'll also do small things without prompting to help you. Getting something heavy for you, grabbing things that are high up, taking tasks off your hands when your schedule is busy.

He's not far from your age, but there is still a bit of an age gap. It doesn't show up much until he's in a spot where he's unsure what to do. Usually, when he's met with a circumstance where he doesn't see a good option, he clenches his teeth and steamrolls through. If it hurts him or other people, that's an unfortunate side effect, but it means its over. But here you are with more experience and advice, and you have the emotional intelligence he lacks, which helps him be a bit kinder.

You make him feel like less of a bad person. Simon doesn't believe in firmly good or bad people, he thinks there are things that dictate where you lean, but he firmly believes he's on the bad side. Often forgetting that intention is a big part of it.

"You're not a monster, Simon." "I'm not a good person either." "You're human, Si. That's what you are."

He cannot ask you out, he can't bring himself to do it. When you two get together, it's unspoken between you both. Honestly, neither of you notice until years down the line, likely.

Which is hilarious, by the way. Because imagine having a boyfriend for like, four years, and suddenly realizing you have no anniversary. You basically just picked him up like a stray in the street.

His trust would likely be solidified when you catch him in a circumstance where he's at his most vulnerable, but you don't take advantage of it. But, you don't treat him differently afterward either. You're safe, you've proven to him that you're a safe space, something he denies he needs but absolutely craves.

Simon growled in frustration between his teeth, jaw clenched to prevent the shaking. His fingers felt numb, extremities tingling with pins & needs. It had been a long time since he'd had a reaction this bad to anything. Simon was a hardened soldier, he'd been through hell and back, from his childhood to the current day. He'd seen men dismembered, heard the cries of dying hostages, been the one to bring down a metaphorical guillotine on many heads. Sometimes his thoughts got too dark, sure. He'd lay restless in bed, feeling old blood that once stained under his nails and the metal of past bullets lodged in his skin. It always upset him when he couldn't control his own body, his own mind. Feeling helpless over himself. He was nearing his forties and yet he was curled under his desk, hugging himself like a child and unable to breathe. All because of a replayed memory that was a bit too vivid. He felt like a kid again. Panicked and weak, and he could still practically feel the sensation of dry, dirty scales on his lips, coupled with the taunting of his father. Simon heard the knock on his door and it made him tuck further into the corner. He wasn't as small as he used to be, he was a large, strong man now. That should've made him feel safer, but now it felt like a disadvantage, making it harder to hide. He pulled his knees as close to him as possible and flinched when the doorknob clacked and the hinges squeaked. "Simon? I don't wanna intrude, but you weren't answering me." A familiar voice made of lavender and summer breezes. Y/N stepped in and looked around, frowning when she heard a shaky hiccup come from the desk. In the dark, her eyes fell on Simon tucked under his desk, curled in a ball, making her heart break. She shut the door and walked over. "Oh honey..." She came to crouch in front of the desk. Simon felt shame, embarrassment, frustration. He wanted to smack himself for letting out a pathetic sounding whimper. Y/N hushed him soothingly with a frown. "Shh, it's okay. Can you talk to me Si? Do you know where you are?" She asked. He didn't really, stuck in between reality and the past. "I don't wanna kiss the snake, I don't wanna..." He mumbled into his knees. "There's no snake hun, it's okay. Can I see your hand, Simon? I promise it's okay, it's just me." The blond sniffled and held out one of his hands, he'd been clenching it so hard his nails poked through his palm. He felt her gently clasp her hands around his own, quietly coaxing him to calm down. He wasn't sure what she'd been saying the whole time, but it was working. His breathing slowed, even if still shaky, and he still wasn't fully present. But it was better than it was. Y/N lovingly squeezed his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "There you go, love, deep breaths. Can you tell me your name?" She asked. The man swallowed and shivered. "Simon." He slurred. "Do you know how old you are?" He hesitated this time, before he shook his head. "I'm...I'm 36." She nodded and patted his arm as praise. She continued this for a little longer until she was able to coax him out from under the desk, getting him back to his bed. It was scary seeing him like this, so out of character. Simon was always brooding and serious. This though, was clearly a glimpse of how he was as a child, all the panic he lived in, and it pained her.

Simon clung to her hand for a good thirty minutes after she'd gotten him to lay down, curled up under a military issued blanket. He was exhausted now, exhausted and awkward now. "'m sorry." He whispered, pulling his hand back. Y/N took it back and kissed his wounded palm again. "Don't you dare. You have nothing to be sorry for, Simon. I just want you to be okay." She replied. Simon swallowed and chewed on the inside of his cheek. "'s embarrassing. I'm a grown ass man." He grumbled, only for her to shake her head. She used her other hand to stroke his hair. "You're a human, Simon. And you have been through so much. This doesn't make you weak, love. I just wish you wouldn't think you had to handle it on your own." She frowned. Simon blinked at her before hiding his face in his pillow. "You can come to me, you know?" "...Noted."

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