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His Personal Solace
The bed and empty, well his side is. His warmth long gone, he left in the wee hours of the morning you guess. The sun hasn’t risen yet, black still paints the sky. Trudging out of bed, on a mission to find him, you see a dark figure and small speck glowing embers on the balcony. This isn’t the first time he’s needed a solace, not from you–god no never from you, but from himself. Thoughts, voices in his head, torment and taunt him, they tear sleep from his hands and laugh from within. He takes long drawls from a cigarette in the quiet darkness outside, hoping that the silence outside will somehow, someway bring a similar muted peace to his mind.
He knows you're there behind him, watching him. A small streak of anxiety runs through him, guilt of waking you, fear of your reaction to him like this. It's a cycle, never ending and ruthless: he forces himself to sleep, dreams of his past plague his mind, he jolts awake, leaves to the balcony for hours trying to turn his brain off, you look for him, and do what you always have done.
You open the door, the wind and chill of the night sweeps through your figure and seeps into your bones. You stand next him, not saying a word, he needs the quiet, needs peace, and you give him exactly that. Patiently you wait for him, a sign of life, something that tells both you and him that he’s here with you. He turns to look at you bloodshot blue eyes stare into your skull, you reach a hand up to touch him, stopping only centimeters away looking to him to give you permission to touch him. Soft fingers reach the side of his neck, ghosting over his pulse and cradling his face with the utmost care. Leaning your forehead against his, he closes his eyes and you begin to speak.
“Come home to me, Andre, come in out of the cold. We are safe here, we are home, come sit with me inside yea?” Your hand drops to his, taking it in your palm as you lead him inside and onto the couch. Tea waits for you both, sitting on the coffee table, but it does not get touched. Instead of the soothing burn of tea, he chooses the warmth and comfort of you. Leaning against you like a marble pillar, soft, stable and oh- so beautiful. Your heartbeat thrums against his ear, his limbs tangle within yours, you don't know where you end and where he starts, but neither of you care, content to stay entwined for eternity. Your eyes close, slipping into the depths of sleep again. Nikto decides to follow suit, he’s safe, he’s home. You are his home. You are his solace. He is ever thankful to the gods for blessing him with you. His mind races with you as he falls into a dreamless sleep.
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Hello everybody! I am new to writing fics and I want to start, if anyone has any requests don’t hesistate to give them to me. Here are the characters I am writing for at the moment:
COD:
Price
Ghost
Soap
Gaz
Graves
Alejandro
Rudy
Nikto
König
All eyes on you -Nikto-
Nikto couldn't understand the feelings he had coursing through his veins, why his pulse was quickening, his hands were clammy, and his throat felt dry, but how lovingly he stared at you with his bright blue eyes. He was absolutely smitten on how your night shirt wrapped around your curves just right, how he could make out the outline of the rolls on your side. How you were shuffling your feet on the ground with a slight smile on your face, while he watched your entire face turn red from blushing so hard. The steam from your shower was still rolling off of you, hair wet and tangled. He had wanted nothing more then to be by your side tonight, to hold you close to his chest and to feel your soft skin. To feel your chest rise and fall and to hear you breathing out loud. He needed to know that you were alive and next to him throughout the night. The thoughts in his head could be a lot for him at times, making up scenarios that had him fighting rage inside that one couldn't see from the outside, but when you invited him in to spend the night when he confessed that he needed you by his side, he knew that he would punish himself if he said no. You were absolutely perfect to him. You are his entire world, his savior in life, the one he needs without even realizing at times. When he decides to strip down to nothing besides his boxers and mask, and asked you if you were comfortable with sharing the bed together, you finally felt like the missing piece in your body was sliding into place. He was so gentle and almost hesitant when you laid yourself next to him. It was like you were going to break if he touched you to hard. You could feel his arm curling itself around you, placing his hand along side your back with the biggest sigh being left out. The hair on his chest was smooth and the scars on his skin deep. When he thought you were asleep he would smell your hair trying to engrave it into his brain. He would rub his hands along side your back and rub his feet along side yours. He was in heaven and he never wanted to let go. He knew that one day he was going to die, and if that day was tonight laying next to you, he would fully accept it with his only thoughts being of you.
I hope you enjoyed reading, this is definitely one of my favorite post so far. I hope yall's night/day is going well.
His prying eyes -Nikto-
Feeling your fingers glide across the keyboard as you continue your progress to end the day. Lord knows how many hours you have been cramped over your computer trying to find out wanted data for your team.
You would think that sense hacking is a big part of the military maybe they would give you a more comfortable work space, but yet you got stuck with a squeaky chair and dim lighting. Standing up to stretch and flex your calves, you walk to the much needed coffee that's in the vending machine.
"y/n"
It was so light that you almost didn't catch it, you almost didn't hear the quick breath of your name that rolled off his tongue.
Your skin is crawling, it is like your entire body has been alerted of something near that shouldn't be. Shifting your eyes from one end of the hall to another ,you look but there is nothing. Maybe your just paranoid. It can certainly happen when your staring at the same screen all day.
You start retrieving back to your working desk only to be startled that your coworker is sitting there. "Nikto" you say out loud. How in the balls did you miss seeing this giant guy walk right into your office, let alone sitting in your chair.
"We came to see if you have finished with what we needed" He rasps out.
You walk to your desk to start printing out the papers that needs to go into the vanilla file. "Ya I am just about done here, it took me awhile but thankfully I was able to attain everything we needed". He grunts in response but it is something you expected.
Nikto is a man of short talks, he speaks when needed and sometimes he doesn't speal even when it is needed. Most of the time he grunts or huffs, walking around base like he has no care in the world, but what you didn't know is that he did have a care for you. A very small crack in his shitty heart that he set to the side when it came to you. Something you never seemed to notice was the fact that he was the one to always come to retrieve you when you were needed, or be the first one to spare with you when it came to practice your combat skills.
He never really cared much when it came to women in his life, but god did the hair on his skin stand when he sees you. His mouth dries out and his hands start to shake, you've been a part of his team for a while and he hopes to keep it that way.
Grabbing ahold of the file and passing it on to him, he says a simple thanks and walks out, not to long after you follow in his foot steps sense work is done and over with.
you just wish you could break this feeling that your being watched.
--- I hope you enjoyed this little chapter I wrote out for yall. Please know that this is my first time writing fanfiction so if you don't like it please don't leave any mean comments, but if you have any ideas on how I can improve please let me know!!!---