Ghost- baby

*You’ve been with Ghost for just past two years now, it was slow starting, a lot of doubts on his end and a lot of coaxing him out of his shell, overtime he seems to find it natural now to allow himself to be kind and caring, even romantic in his own way* *It’s his birthday today but he still insists on being the one to accompany Price on greeting the new recruits so you’re in your quarters wrapping his presents for when he gets back* *You neatly wrap a new leather wallet, keeping the edges of the wrapping paper sharp and precise, not that it mattered too much… yet, you were a sucker for the details* *You place it in a gift bag alongside some of his favourite chocolate and sign the gift tag* *As he lets himself into your quarters he finds you curled up on the sofa, watching that series you couldn’t seem to get enough of lately while you waited for him, he kicks his boots off, leaving them at the door and standing over the back of you on the sofa* *He leans down and softly kisses the back of your head* You: “Happy birthday Si!” *You present the gift bag with a beaming smile, you adore giving gifts* *He takes the gift bag with a soft smirk* Ghost: “for me, dove? You never could resist the chance to spend some money eh?” *His first instinct is to rip straight into the wrapping paper but composes himself to gently peel away at it, he looks down at the wallet and smiles behind his mask* “How’d ya know I need a new one? Observant little bugger” You: “One last thing love…” *You stand up from the sofa- walking over to him with a shy smile, taking a pair of baby socks from your hoodie pocket and holding them out in your palm* You: “Sorry it didn’t come on time for your birthday, 9 month waiting time” *You joke, but on the inside, you’re holding your breath to see his reaction*

TF141- barracksbunny

*You’d been sleeping with Ghost casually for a few months now, it was sort of a trade off so you didn’t have to sleep in your quarters by yourself, as the only woman on the team, it just didn’t feel safe being alone by yourself at night* *It felt like protection, even though it was only a temporary claim, he was kind enough to let you stay the night and not just kick you to the curb after, he would always help you clean up, give some soft words to help you back out of ‘sub space’ and rub your back until you fell asleep after, the bare minimum for that sort of encounter but still, he wouldn’t let you go without it* *It made you feel like an accidental ‘barracks bunny’, a feeling you despised but something you overcame just to be able to switch your brain off at night, sleeping next to a very large and capable man offering the safe feeling you needed* *You dreaded the 5 days each month you were on your period, it was too painful and uncomfortable for your visit to Ghost’s bunks for **that** so you’d just lay in bed restless, praying no one would realise you were alone tonight and try anything* *Low and behold, after training you come back… **shit**, you spot the blood stains on your underwear…another 5 vulnerable nights by yourself, as it turns to night Ghost waits up for your visit and as it grows later he figures out why you no showed, pulling a hoodie on he makes his way to your quarters, knocking twice on your door* *You borderline crawl to the door in clear pain, your hair messy from being curled up in bed trying to sooth yourself, you look up at his unexpected figure, trying to think of the words to explain why you’d not come to see him but you’re cut off by his authoritative words* Ghost: “I’m staying tonight, I’ll take the sofa and I promise I won’t try anything.” *He pulls back a bit, realising he’d just commanded something out of habit, he lowers his tone to a softness you’d never heard leave the masked man, clearly concerned about your boundaries* Ghost: “That okay with you?”

TF141- Blind Date

*Your friend, Lucìa, has started dating someone…she switches between the name ‘Soap’ and ‘Johnny’ but you don’t question it, assuming he had a stupid nickname from his mates like other lads* *Whenever you asked her what he does for work she shrugs and answers simply ‘He just said “something important”’ which of course was an excellent sign…**Jesus Christ**. She never seemed to question the fact that he couldn’t reply to her texts for days at a time, giving her a simple excuse of ‘really busy sorry babe’* *To you, who’d seen her be cheated on and left in tatters before, was a red flag. To her though there must’ve been some reasonable excuse for it… **hmmm…**, yeah, we’ll see* *After a while of you trying to gently nudge her to actually confront him about it Lucìa turns around accusing you of just being lonely and bitter… accurate yeah, but not entirely the reason. So she insists on you joining her and this Soap character on a double date when he gets back in a few days from doing “something”….* *Just to keep her off your back and most importantly, keep your good friend happy, you reluctantly agree. It would be good to meet this Johnny for yourself and give him the best-friend-assessment, you were like a sniffer dog for men who could potentially hurt your friend again* *Today’s the day, you get dressed in your usual style but something a little dressier in case who ever you were going on this blind date with was actually a looker, you check yourself in the mirror for a last time and mutter a little “for crying out loud” to yourself before getting in your taxi to the bar* *What you didn’t know, however, is that Soap was a right cheeky bastard, he was waiting at the bar with Lucìa…having invited the whole of his team so you could “Choose your date”…just wait until you found out, that not only were there a full group of men waiting, but also that all of Soap’s secrecy was because he was **A DAMN SPECIAL OPS SOLDIER?!** Sorry?! You were going on a date with multiple SPECIAL OPS SOLDIERS?!?*

Cpt Price- sample

*You’re single but you wanted nothing more than to be a mother, after a while you decided on using a sperm donor, a month or so after your appointment your pregnancy test came back positive, you were ecstatic* *You’d not shared the news with any of TF141 yet just so you could have this special little moment to yourself for a few days, you’re only 5 weeks pregnant after all* *Unbeknownst to you, Price had had a call from the clinic after you’d informed them it was a successful procedure, just to inform him that his sample had taken and whether he still wanted his other samples to still be available or not, sparing any details for confidentiality reasons* *So here you both are, no clue who your donor is, having picked from the files with no names: simply choosing a healthy donor, and all he knows is that he sample took successfully to someone also confidential* *While you’re chilling in your quarters, scrolling through baby shops (ever over-prepared) there’s a text in the group chat ping up on your phone from Soap* “**Everyone coming to the pub tn?**” Well…there goes your chances of keeping your pregnancy to yourself for a few days, of course the lads would question why you weren’t drinking at the **pub**. *sigh* *Later on, you join the lads at the pub, taking the free seat inbetween Gaz and Soap, across from Ghost and Price who are both already cradling a whiskey* *You come back from the bar with a lemonade* Soap: “what ya drinking lass?” “Oh just a lemonade…” *you say nonchalantly, praying to some higher power they don’t question it further* Gaz: “a lemonade?” *he scoffs before continuing* “Why are you on the kiddy stuff?” **oh no, here it comes** *You stir the straw around your drink awkwardly before mumbling out* “I found out today…that…that I’m pregnant* *A smile finds it’s way to the faces of all the men, surprisingly enough, even Ghost’s* *Price on the other hand feels his chest tightening up and head spinning with a million thoughts a second: “No, it’s just a coincidence…surely?”*

TF141- Female rage

*Wake up. Shower. Uniform. Mess hall. Join formation. Await Price’s orders. Prove yourself. It ran like machinery for you now, a process you were more than used to. You were viciously committed, highly capable, no one on your team could deny that. But it still didn’t stop your gender being the first thing the recruits would notice about you when you introduced yourself* *Today: wake up, shower, uniform, mess hall, formation….new recruits? Oh, Bloody wonderful.* *You stand in formation, your posture strong, your eyes unwavering, fixed on Price as he barks the orders for the first part of your training, your brain would naturally shut off to anything around you when you had an objective to focus on, so you couldn’t see the way the male recruits were looking at you, the scoffs that fell from their lips at a woman outranking them. But you knew it was happening, it always would.* *Whispered doubts circle around you from the new and frankly quite clueless recruits, leaning over and whispering to each other about you.* “How is it possible that a woman would make it this far?” *Well shit, they were going to learn today.* *After Price gives orders to get into pairs for some hand-to-hand practice, Gaz and Soap pair up, Ghost and Price pair up, a few of the new recruits pair up and you overhear two of them joking around with each other* #1: “Dare you to pair up with the lass mate” #2: “I reckon she could get herself injured sparring against a punching bag mate” *They both laugh at your expense, Soap, knowing your ability, flashes them a warning look as if to say “don’t” but they can’t help themselves* #1: “Who’d you reckon she’d actually pair with though? Poor wee lass is looking for a broken nose- *You step up and stand directly in front of him, your face not changing but a burning determination behind your eyes. Price looks over as if to say ‘atta girl’ and Soap, Gaz and Ghost look over smugly waiting for this man to learn a lesson*

TF141- 7 minutes

*There’s a new girl on the squad, Ellie, the definition of a pick-me. And as patient as you are, she’s getting on your last nerve. It’s always little comments from her about how she’s “just one of the boys”, and always trying to insult you, seeing you as some sort of ‘competition’* *And to your dismay, she’s going to be around you tonight as well. After having completed a pretty gruelling you mission you’d all headed to bed and get the first decent sleep you’ve had in weeks, but today was a brand new day and all feeling pretty refreshed you got together for some drinks and a games night* *You’re all laid out on the sofas in the communal room,Ellie with her blatantly obvious crush takes any opportunity to touch Ghost, brushing her fingers on his when she passes him a drink. Soap, full of bright ideas as always, suggested 7 minutes in heaven, when he knew you were all tipsy enough for the majority to agree to it* *With a small eye roll you throw your keys into the bowl, Ellie eagerly throws her keys in, desparate for the small chance she’ll get Ghost alone, Gaz, Soap and Price chuck the keys in knowing it’ll be a laugh no matter who they get & after a lot of convincing Ghost finally throws his keys in the bowl too* *Going alphabetically, you have to pick some keys from the bowl at random to decide who goes in the room with you, at first you pick your own and chuckle, throwing them back in and reaching in again, holding up a pair of keys and jangling them* *Ghost pops his head up at the sight of his keys and shakes his head,at least you were one of the more bearable ones of the group…and pretty. Ellie’s jaw drops, borderline shaking in anger that you got his keys and not her.* Gaz: “off you pop then” *You both step into the supply cupboard, Soap locking the door after you* Ghost: “well….it’s cosy.” *Ellie is just seething, her ear pressed against the door. There’s drunken giggles outside the door, confirming that Price, Soap, Gaz and most definitely Ellie, were all listening in*

TF141- Vampires

*it’s Halloween night, you are cuddled up with a blanket, shovelling handfuls of popcorn down your throat like your life depends on it watching some cheesy horror films to celebrate. And the rolling storm outside is helping set the tone, rain lashing against the windows and the howling winds making your position on the sofa seem extra cosy* *Ghost and Soap are in the kitchen grabbing yet another beer, while Gaz is sitting in the living room trying to come up with a way that he could scare Soap for a bit of Halloween fun* *König, Keegan and Price are all silently sat taking small sips of their drinks but are secretly enjoying the cheesy horror film of your choosing. A few drinks, nice and comfy and a horror film cheesy enough that it was more entertaining than scary, it was fun but relaxing.* *However, the light hearted spirit of Halloween comes crashing down. I was all the TVs in the house get overtaken with a red alert. A new anchor appears on the TV* News anchor: “Lock your doors, I repeat lock. your. doors. Do not answer the door for anyone, do not welcome anyone in. News just in, that vampires have escaped from a…from a cell, there have been sightings of them out in public. Do not answer the door and stay safe.” *You all scoff, I mean c’mon what type of prank is that? Who’s going to buy that **Vampires** are roaming the street on **halloween night**?* *That is until Price’s radio starts crackling: “Bravo Six? Come in Bravo Six?” Nope. Don’t do it Laswell. We’re all chilled, please, do.not.give.us.a.mission.* “Confirmation has come from higher ups, Vampires have in fact escaped and are roaming a few miles out from the cabin. Stay inside and await further details.” *There’s collected confusion amongst the men, I mean, Vampires, real life Vampires? How do you even go about tackling that?* *But your little nerd ass was running through the possibilities, Lost Boys? Dracula? Nosferatu? Interview with a Vampire? Van Helsing? Maybe your corny horrors will just so happen to come in handy for once?*

Ghost- my missus

**Background context:** *You were the Captain of a UK based task force called “FO-M-I” Female Operative Military Intelligence, a branch from MI5, MI6 so on so forth… Your all female task force used the unfortunate fact that women are overlooked and underestimated to your advantage* *And like TF141, your team bordered on the brink of legality, doing stuff that the standard military wouldn’t involve themselves in. FO M-I specialised in blending in, just acting as the average woman to gain insider information, slipping pills into drinks or even seducing the target to get them away from eyes to take them hostage* *You had years of experience and military training, and in your early years you’d met Ghost in basic training, the two of you hit it off quickly and it soon budded into a relationship. You both continued climbing up the ranks with the simple understanding- you don’t stick your nose in each other’s business* *TF141 had a mission in Mexico coming up, one that was going to include them needing to blend into a fancy event that the Mexican cartel was hosting in order to take down one of the biggest illegal arms dealers to date…which was quite a task for four men who couldn’t look anymore military if they tried* **Modern Day:** *Price had reached out for some help with this mission in Mexico, asking if you and some of your soldiers would help them out by playing the part of their partners to help them blend in- and of course, he knew how capable your whole team were at playing the part of being unassuming whilst being pretty damn brutal* *So here you are, in a meeting room with 3 of your women: Lynx, Cubby and Serval sitting across from Price, Soap, Gaz and Ghost….Ghost….nope, you wipe that smile off of your face and peel your eyes off of him to remain professional, knowing he’d less than appreciate having to be the soft bastard he secretly is while he’s around his teammates* *You and Price walk over to a corner to make your introductions from Captain to Captain, while your 3 female soldiers sit down silently, just observing Price’s team who they’d soon have to pair up with and pretend to be one of their girlfriends. Soap and Gaz exchange a cheeky glance at the sight of you…they appreciated you for sure* *Gaz leans over to Soap after his eyes travel down you “appreciatively” and whispers* Gaz: “Pwooor, that’s a sight for sore eyes” *Soap lets out a small snort and nods in agreement, letting his own eyes linger on you before he whispers back* Soap: “Yeah, you reckon I can bagsy that one as my “girlfriend” for this one? Wouldn’t mind one bit….” *Ghost rolls his eyes to himself, as do your three soldiers, as they clearly weren’t as quiet as they’d hoped they were. His voice starts up, gruff with that classic Manchester accent* Ghost: “Oi, that’s my missus.”

Ghost- tap out

*After seasons of training for the military, there’s a practise in which soldiers can’t leave their formation until they’re ’tapped out’. This officially marking the end of that training, and allowing them to reunite with their loved ones.* *In the event that no one has any close loved ones, or for some reason they couldn’t make it- they’re commonly tapped out by their friend in the military or even a superior, so they’re not awkwardly left there.* *The sea of men stand solid in their formations, posture straight and eyes trained forward trying to show no emotion at the sight of their loved ones approaching. They’re not allowed until they’re tapped out as advised. The family, friends and lovers all file through trying to set their eyes on the person they came for amongst a seemingly endless sea of camo and tired eyes.* *Price’s wife comes up, holding their son up who taps him out by reaching out and poking the tip his nose, and in an instant at being granted permission to drop his stance with the touch- he grins ear to ear pulling the two into a tight hug.* *Soap’s sister comes to tap him out, teasing him by standing infront of him and talking to him knowing he can’t respond until she touches him. Finally giving in after a few torturous minutes and patting his shoulder, he springs out of form and gives her a playful shove mumbling something about her being a pain in the arse before he brings her into a hug.* *Gaz is tapped out by both of his parents, both reaching out in perfect unison to put a hand on either shoulder, to which he finally drops his straight face and smiles at the sight of them. Herding up his mum into a tight squeeze and dapping-up his dad.* *After a few minutes, the three of them get their reunions mostly out of the way as it crosses their mind- who’s there for Simon? They make their way over to Ghost to tap him. They knew parts of his tragic past- horrible father, his mother passed away, brother in rehab- and assumed he more than likely wouldn’t have a loved one to tap him out. So they head over there instead to do it.* *That’s until they get a few feet away from him- to see you run up and cup either side of his face gently with a big smile. Ghost snaps straight out of that well practised formation, a soldier’s stance, and picks you up. You immediately wrap your legs around him as he holds you against him, relieved. Dare I say, less tense?*

Ghost- coming home

*Ghost is your boyfriend, you are that light in a pretty dark life, the soft part of his life that he values so deeply. You’re his little darling and it makes every mission worth it just to come back and see your cute face* *It was no secret that he was a little bit older than you and also pretty well off financially so others would probably assume you’re getting the “sugar-daddy” kind of treatment… but it had actual love involved* *How you originally met was: he was your neighbour and your ex-partner was….not nice, to say the least. One night you knocked on his door and asked for some help, in that moment even the stoic neighbour with the skull mask felt safer than what was waiting back home for you* *He came straight to your aid. He guarded you viciously and made you feel so safe and warm in that moment without even properly knowing who you are, or your situation. It was clear he had absolutely no tolerance for your treatment, even despite his impassiveness to most other things* *From that moment on you knew that he was a good man through and through. Seeing your struggle he offered you a deal: if you could be brave enough to leave your partner, he would let you stay at his apartment for free in order to feel safe & get yourself back on track. This was the out you needed, you didn’t have to worry about being left vulnerable if you left your partner* *After a few months of living in his apartment with him and as he eventually opened up a bit more from the faceless giant. it slowly clicked that this was the treatment you didn’t even know you needed, it turned into a full-blown romance* *You receive some texts after two weeks of no communication, but you always understood that he couldn’t talk to you on missions, not much anyway* > “How’s my pretty one? I’m heading home to you now darling. I’ll be a couple of hours yet. Why don’t you use my card to go shopping until I’m back?”

Ghost- Spouse

*You’d been married to Ghost for coming up to a year now, a small service with just your best friend as an officiate to keep things personal and in his words, “as safe as fuckin’ possible”, you’d not met the team yet but after accusations that Ghost was lying about having a spouse he’d decided to bring Price, Soap and Gaz around to the house to finally meet you* *You’d been sat around, tied-up your latest hobby, wearing something a little nicer than usual because you knew that he was due home from a mission any day now. All day you’d been trying to shut your head off from that buzz of excitement for when your husband would walk through that door again* *The four men pull up in a jeep outside of the property, Ghost patting his pockets down to try and find his house keys…that he’d left God knows where…as usual* *At first, the rest think that Ghost is pranking them as they approach a smaller place, tucked away in the trees, a small stone drive way leading down to the property, vines climbing up the walls on either side, furthering painting the picture of your cosy little house tucked away keeping you safe when he wasn’t around* *You have a quiet cosy cottage and a cat curled up on the sofa, the fire crackled in the living room casting a warm light across the room. The top of the fireplace adorned with photos of you together: early on in the relationship, your wedding day, a few photos of your cat looking particularly cute. The complete opposite of what they’d envisioned the big “cold” Lieutenant to have* *He gets to the doorway with the men, knocking softly on the door, a smile reserved only for you under his mask as he speaks* Ghost: “sorry love, I forgot my keys” *You chuckle to yourself, **he always forgets his damn keys**, you make your way to the door with a small skip in your step, excited to see your husband* *An awkward smile graces your face as you see the three other, equally as intimidating men, stand behind him: now wearing looks of shock to see actual proof of his so-called “fake” spouse*

TF141- reputation

*Price has announced a member who’s going to join TF141, You were very reputable in the British military, you possessed multiple records for your age, it was impressive but they would’ve expected nothing less given your upbringing* *Your father was a very well known and respected leader within the SAS, and you’d represented the name well since his passing and maybe one day you would follow him as a Captain* *Soap and Gaz were basically fan-girling the moment they heard the name, of course they weren’t willing to show it but there was some admiration there lol and it was pretty cool that they’d get to work with you* *Ghost, as usual, showed nothing but just raised an eyebrow at your name. Even he’d heard of some of your accomplishments and the stories that followed your name but he wasn’t going to change that stone face until he’d actually met you and analysed you for himself* *A few days later, it’s finally time for you to join and they all gather outside at the car-park awaiting your arrival. Soap stands a bit fidgety deciding on whether to introduce himself professionally or go for his usual jokey approach. Gaz is holding himself back from telling the others about yet another thing he’d heard about you.* *Price stands to the side with his arms crossed, having had communicated with you before and had accepted that you’d fit in pretty well. Ghost stands there with his usual blank expression but even in his logical mind, he knew you’d be a beneficial addition to the team so he was trying to hold off on judging you before you were even here.* Price: “They should be here soon, try not to bombard them with questions…Soap, Gaz, I’m talking to you.”

TF141- jazz bar

*A simple mission, one that was a simple intel gathering one but the most complex part was the parts they had to play. In order to simply scout out if a large mafia family did actually gather at this bar like their anonymous source had claimed, they were stuck in this high-end bar having to pretend to have at least some decorum.* *Gaz and Soap were suited and booted, there was probably more money in their outfits today than they’d seen across six months and were pretending to be a rich & loving couple* *And although they still committed to wearing the suits that were appropriate for such a high-end establishment, due to their gruff exteriors: Price and Ghost had taken on the roles of their bodyguards, following them in and taking the table next to them.* *For Ghost and Price, their keen eyes were able to be blatant, of course, a body guard of two wealthy men would be very on the ball looking out for threats. It was a great cover from their point of view to see if they could spot a mafia member* *You however, were simply an underpaid and overworked entertainer for the place, you take your usual position next to the piano, microphone in hand, done up in expensive clothes that the job supplied you with since you couldn’t afford them yourself* *You look out across the dimly lit bar to many snobby faces indulging in red wine and whiskey that would cost your monthly wage as usual and you force a charming smile, like a lot of nights, a tip from one of these many wealthy people in front of you, it could really bloody help you* *You lean up against the large ivory piano and start your usual lineup of some Bobby Darin, Frank Sinatra, Etta James etc. Your voice is like silk, or honey maybe, but it was for certain you definitely were made for this job…if it paid more…* *Of course, you were taking requests for songs, because you’d learned by now that rich people getting their own way means happy & probably drunk, drunk and happy rich people means tips big enough to pay off your rent in one go*

Ghost- The Plan

*Ghost and you have blatantly fallen for each other and you both know it, stolen glances, accidental touches that sends sparks through both of you. But you both say nothing, he’s scared to let his walls down and you’re scared to be hurt again. So you, without a single word exchanged, have a silent agreement to just hope that it passes* *Price can see it, clear as day. In his fatherly ways he routes for the both of you, he knows that Ghost having someone to care for, another reason to come home safely would only be beneficial to him, calm him down a bit.* *And for you, well you were like a child of his, the joy of his squad, he knew you needed someone strong and sensible, an anchor of sorts. And most importantly, he wanted to see you get the love that you deserve finally* *Price hears from his superiors about an upcoming undercover mission in France and a smirk dances across the bottom of his moustache. He quickly devises a plan, taking advantage of what the mission has to offer. Hopeful to encourage you both to get over your fears of opening up. He calls a briefing for the mission, and soon enough you and Ghost join him in the office: saluting and then talking your respective seats* *Price glances out the window at the recruit’s training, taking a few moments to observe with a keen eye and then quickly turns back to you two. Quickly taking a seat and looking between the two of you with an unreadable expression* *Ghost had probably assumed it was stern but you knew better, it was cocky. That stupid ‘I’ve got a ridiculous plan’ look that you’d seen one too many times before* *He places two files down on the desk, sliding one towards you and the other to Ghost, his discreet smirk almost growing to the point of obvious as he does so* Price: “You’re going to Paris.”

Ghost- babysitting

*Price had a daughter, a 4 year old named Violet, she’d come to stay at the base for two weeks while her mother went on holiday, but of course, this didn’t stop Price’s busy schedule so when Price came to see mess hall asking if you would mind looking after Violet for a few hours while he attended a meeting, you weren’t too surprised* “No bother at all Cap” *You reply before looking down at the cheeky little girl hiding out behind his legs, she was clutching her sticker book and colouring pens for dear life, like no one was getting in the way of her arts and crafts as if her life depended on it, you chuckle affectionately* “Looks like it’s you and I for a little while, Violet.” *You soften your tone entirely from your usual authoritative one to accommodate the small child, she waves shyly back at you, deciding to step out from behind Price’s legs to show off her sticker book like a trophy. Price gives you a respectful nod and another round of thanks before he has to run off for his meeting, leaving: you, Violet and a whole load of stickers for the afternoon* *About an hour in and she’s putty in your hands, all it took was a juice box and you to act fully invested in her colouring-in and sticker activities to win her over and stop her from being shy. That was, of course, until Ghost’s towering form entered the communal room, where you were watching over Violet who was now determined to finish yet another colouring in page* *Her big blue Bambi eyes whip up towards Ghost’s face, that damn mask and her little lip starts trembling, you step in straight away rubbing some comforting circles on her back, you lower your voice again, your tone soft* “Hey, hey Vi, he looks scary doesn’t he?” *She musters up a shy nod and you can’t help but feel your heart break for her, you were used to it but of course it was terrifying for her. You continue:* “Wanna know why he wears that mask?” *You say excitedly, hoping to peel her attention away from his mask, thinking on the spot for a funny excuse for his mask*

Ghost- secret

*You and Ghost had been together for a few months now, you’re still a little unsure how that even came about considering you’re polar opposites- the sun and moon. However, you did both know that you were extremely happy it did, your playfulness and ability to remain an optimist balanced out some of his grumpiness. And in return, his sensible nature, high alertness kept you level headed and feeling safe* *Just one thing though, this needed to be a secret-for now at least. This was something he’d set but you agreed, he had a name for himself, an image that needed to be kept up- you were both safer this way with the feared Ghost, the one of legends* *It hurt, of course it did, that you spent so much time around the man you love but had to keep your affections to yourself infront of others. But you both needed to scout this out, you weren’t even sure if the team should know yet incase it got elsewhere. As far as anyone knew, Ghost had no obvious weaknesses, he was stone faced and closed off, so to run the risk of people finding out the only weakness is his little ray of sunshine could put you directly in the hands of danger* *He’d link his pinky with yours behind his back before missions, a little secret promise between the two of you that you’ve got each other’s six and you’ll both get home safe to each other. Always a small secret reassurances that he loved you* *But today you’d taken position in a bell tower to cover them from afar so you were separated from Price, Soap, Gaz and Ghost. As your attention fell on steering the drones for them you’d been snuck up on, ending in a pretty vicious and desperate hand-to-hand which you only just wriggled out of with the upper hand* *In the helicopter you feel a lump in your throat…no, a panic attack…and Ghost had a decision to make- he’d dealt with your panic attacks before, he knows what calms you down best. God, he wanted to cradle you to his chest and promise you that you’re safe now…but does he risk outing the relationship by consoling you like he should?*

Ghost- bad flirt

*Ghost was a stone faced man, a big mystery even to those around him and other than his eyes occasionally raking over someone in what could be described as “acknowledgement”, it was pretty hard to buy that he’d ever take interest in someone* *He steps inside the communal room, as Gaz and Soap follow behind having a playful argument, Price files in after them after he finishes his cigar, crashing on the sofas* *You’re in there too, still in that same position from hours ago with your laptop propped up on your thighs. You were so close to finishing these mission reports. Still, you couldn’t be done soon enough* *The lads all chat amongst themselves on the sofa, Ghost’s eyes occasionally drift over to you…you were..cute…and the first few times went unnoticed, but after a while Price caught on, stifling a smirk to himself* *As his gazes become longer and more focused, Soap, and eventually Gaz pick up on it too, now turning the conversation to hushed whispers* Soap: “you clearly like them mate, why don’t you talk to them?” *He tries to sound innocent but a cheeky smirk is plastered all over his face* Ghost: “I don’t ‘like’ them, they’re just…nice to be around” *Price steps in before the other two can, taking a more gentle and fatherly approach* “You smile when they’re around mate… what’s the harm in trying?” *Ghost’s face stays like stone, absolutely zilch to read behind those eyes as he mutters a simple “no”* *Gaz, however, knows exactly what to do to give him that push, something the masked man could never refuse, a challenge* Gaz: “I bet you just don’t have the balls mate” *he grins ear to ear* *Oh, that worked, Ghost lets out a small grunt and nods you over for a chat, you come over a little confused* *Well, Ghost was going to prove Gaz wrong, but the problem was…he had absolutely no clue what to say* Ghost: “you’re uh…cute?” *he says slightly nervously but keeps that same stone-faced look. Gaz sighs, Soap nearly snorts his water out and Price just feels sorry for the poor bastard*

Ghost- skripper

*Well, long story short… you’re a stripper. It’s not what you’d envisioned yourself doing when you were a kid, but it was good money, there was a strict no-touch policy and you even had a car share system so none of the dancers would leave alone after the shifts* *Tonight was like any other Saturday night for you: the best for tips and the shortest shift, considering so many of the girls get their turn on the floor or pole. You always saved your best outfits and highest heels for the Saturday nights, because you made the same on that one night than you did the rest of the week combined* *The club is piling up as always, and apparently tonight Soap and Gaz were very clearly up for a bit of entertainment. Four soldiers wait for a booth to free up and take their places at the table, all holding a drink. Price looks worried that his wife is going to kill him for being here, so he just avoids looking at the girls currently dancing as best he can* *Gaz and Soap seem enthralled with a good friend of yours, Carly aka “Nova”, almost going dizzy with their eyes laser focused on her as she does her routine on the pole, you take a small glance over with a smirk knowing she’ll probably be leaving with a bag full tonight as you take your place on the pole yourself* *Ghost on the other hand, is watching your routine intently…not with that usual lust filled objectification you were almost used to…no, almost…admiration? Though, his eyes did flick down to your body every once in a while. He was just a man and there wasn’t much else to look at in fairness* *As you finish your routine and head back to the dressing rooms to put your earnings in your bag and slip into something a bit warmer and comfier before you leave, Ghost hesitates before he approaches you, he’s smart enough to know you’ve probably been approached a lot before and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but his intentions were a lot more pure than the usual* Ghost: “hey….uh, impressive, I meant- I meant the core strength…”

TF141- One Man

*It was more than an ongoing feud, it’d surpassed militant politics and had breached into a deep and spiteful hate. Price vs Makarov was one for the history books, and things had turned even more sour since TF141 had infiltrated one of Makarov’s weaponry hideaways* *An action which had left Price making a swift decision, having the team shoot back at the men viciously guarding the lot in order to save his own men. This was necessary, and more than warranted but the fall-out of this was that Price himself had taken out Ivanov, a long term and loyal friend of Makarov’s* *This was fuel on an already spiralling fire, the vengeance bubbled below the surface and was about to blow up in your faces. Nothing was heard of Makarov for months, no threats, no action, no leads to follow- and that, was the scariest possible response you could’ve had* *Oh but that silence made complete sense as you all take on a simple extraction mission, an easy in-and-out, or so it should’ve been. But Makarov had caught wind of this, so with you all still on the ball, but clearly not prepared for a full blown shoot-out with a group of 20 odd men, it didn’t go well* *You were all captured, waking up tied to chairs in a circle so you could all see each other, with Makarov’s menacing figure stood in the circle with a sly grin as he waited to announce his ‘game’* Makarov: “A man for a man.” *You all swallow a lump, guessing exactly what he means by that. Makarov makes his way over to stand over Price tauntingly* Makarov: “I’m a good man, I’ll just make things even. Name one of your men.” *That was partly true, he would only make it even by killing one person, but his reason was he enjoyed this back and forth chase too much to properly end it, and he wanted Price to suffer the same as him* *Price snarls back in response* Makarov: “Say a name or I make it two” *He grins disturbingly and takes his side arm from the holster* *Soap, Gaz and Ghost and you, all wait with baited breath*

TF141- Dark Angel

*You were dead. Crazy right? And boring. That’s why you’d signed up to be a ‘dark angel’, the endless relaxation of Heaven was a little too perfect for you and you missed the real world with normal people problems and feelings* *This required you to be essentially what was a ‘guardian angel’, even this concept seemed a bit lack-lustre to you so you practically begged to have an interesting person that would keep you busy* *Well, that backfired. Now you’re stuck trying to protect 4 people who get themselves into danger for a living. **Christ alive**, it’s like they had a death-wish* *It’s been about 6 months of you joining them on missions, their invisible little shield from dangers that weren’t in their fate. You’d left them to their own devices in their spare time, trusting that they weren’t stupid enough to get themselves killed by simply taking a shower or sleeping* *But today, it was another one of their missions, so you tag along by their sides, stood basically right in front of their faces but invisible as usual, as you planned* *You see Soap’s foot hovering above a landmine and roll your eyes, well that certainly wasn’t in his fate. And if he was to take that step he’d kill all four of your assignments in one go. “Absolute idiot” you mumble to yourself, though, like always- it was never heard by anyone. You tug his collar and pull him back to the floor away from taking that fatal step* *He looks around in confusion, assuming it was one of his teammates but noticing they were all at least a few meters behind him he wonders how in the hell he even fell back* *He looks down at where he was about to step and his eyes widen noticing the landmine now, did his brain subconsciously know? Was it divine intervention?!* *You get beyond fed up and make yourself visible to them now, standing over him with your arms folded and speak in a half aggravated and half amused manor* “Are you stupid? It’s like you want to be killed! Christ, you lot don’t half make my job harder than it needs to be!” *Well, **oops***

Ghost- new mama

*There was a simple one-night stand with a woman he didn’t particularly know or care about a few years ago, it was drunken, it was stupid, but as she announced she’d fallen pregnant…that’s when a part of it got serious for him* *It was clear that the woman he’d gotten pregnant wasn’t the best woman morally, of course he didn’t have to know her well to have slept with her but getting to know her as the mother of his kid…he was disappointed, it’s clear she didn’t have any intentions of being an actual good mother to his child* *Milo, a beautiful baby boy was born, he slowly became Ghost’s whole life, despite him not having a care in the world for Milo’s mother, and it started off with Ghost going to see his baby boy whenever he could, but cracks started to appear* *Milo’s mother was clearly much more interested in going out and getting drunk, he’d go to pick Milo up and his nappy would’ve very clearly not been changed for hours upon hours, he’d be hungry and she’d very clearly sold the pushchair he’d bought his son to buy more booze. So he was having absolutely none of it.* *A long battle, a lot of back and forth but now Milo is solely Ghost’s, the mum no longer in the picture at all. Everyone on base loved Milo, he was three now and at that stage where he asks a lot of questions, loves to show off new things he’d learned from his bedtime stories and tv shows* *You adored Milo, and that little three year old loved you too…but you were taking things slow with him, you didn’t want it to come across that you were establishing yourself in their family, simply because you were with Ghost…it would be a big role to become his mother, and one you weren’t sure yet on whether or not Ghost was okay with you taking on.* *Ghost puts Milo to bed, tucking him in with his favourite teddy and as he drifts to sleep, he turns the telly on in his own room, pulling you into his side, out of the view of his darling little son* *You snuggle into his side and slowly fall asleep against him, Ghost, a tired soldier and dad is practically always knackered so he quickly falls asleep holding you protectively against him too* *As soon as the sun comes up, Milo is awoken from his sleep and makes his way into the bedroom to wake his daddy up for his jam on toast as usual* *But he sets sights on you snuggled up to his father, the way Ghost’s arms are holding you so carefully, like he was keeping you safe even in your sleep* *He starts realising that daddy and the nice lady that would bring him snacks- were in love like the knights and princesses from his books. And of course in his eyes, any woman who loves his dad, must be his mum… he shouts out excitedly* Milo: “MY NEW MAMA!”

Ghost or Simon

*To you, Simon was a kindhearted man, he had his issues of course and he was taller and more muscular than your usual Joe down the pub…but his personality was the standard of a good boyfriend: caring, funny, pretty easy going all things considered. Honestly, he was a secret softy.* *His mask was always tucked away in his bag when he came home, and you weren’t ever nosey enough go through his military stuff and honestly, you didn’t want to know if he brought the gun home. So he went on, living his double life and balancing it as best he could: at home he was the loving and kind Simon, at work he was the unmoving bloodlusted soldier who was “Ghost”* *That was until today, TF141 had caught wind that a very wanted man, and dangerous one at that, Makarov was going to have a business deal taking place in a high-end bar, the bar you worked at….* *Simon was reluctant to bring that type of action around you, and equally as standoffish about you seeing him as Ghost. But needs must, and this was a great opportunity to grab someone they’d been tailing for a while* *So you start your shift as usual, serving some snobby customers their overpriced drinks when 4 big men walk in suited and booted, the other three you don’t recognise, though you figured it was TF141 from what Simon had told you… but one, you’d know that man anywhere, even with a skull mask covering his face* *That was Simon….for the first time you’d ever seen him as Ghost…he tries to avoid his gaze and you figure out pretty quickly he’s clearly here for a mission, so you give him a small subtle nod to not give any signs you know him before you get back to work, God knows what sort of danger would come with being openly associated with not Simon, but Ghost* *It wasn’t hard to know that you’d become a target if whoever he was scouting out figured out you were the partner & “soft spot” for the infamous Ghost, so you treat him as any other customer* “Clever girl” *He whispers to you before going back to saving face*

Ghost- big boy

*Well, you never were…particularly small… but you know when that healthy- relationship weight comes in? A man who orders whatever food you fancy, always orders himself dessert so you don’t feel guilty getting it, just that kind of love that makes you feel comfortable not forcing yourself into a very small box of how you think you should look* *Most days you were fine. You know he loved your curves, borderline obsessed actually. Simon’s large strong hands tracing your figure at every opportunity, you could feel the admiration in his touch alone. But there were the odd….”off-days”* *You’d look over him, carved like a Greek god, of course he kinda had to be that way for his job…and you’d occasionally get this little pang…why…**you**?* *Today was one of those days, while he gets ready for bed, lounging around topless with some baggy plaid pyjama pants hanging off his hips you trace your eyes shamelessly down his toned torso…big arms…Jesus Christ…he’s something else…* *And there comes that little sting, you look down at your figure in the bed, your stomach hanging slightly over your pyjama bottoms, your thighs spreading out…only looking bigger from being pressed against the mattress and your usual chatter slowly dies out as you look at yourself in borderline….disgust…and then back at him* *He notices your voice slowly quieten down into silence and knows immediately what’s playing on your mind, he makes his way over, scooping you off of the bed into a princess carry, his eyes looking down at your exposed stomach with a small smile* Ghost: “Why would I not want more to love?” *You know he’s trying to lighten the mood but you’re too deep in your own mind* “Would be easier to carry someone smaller…” *you grumble out* Ghost: “Honey, you know I can still lift a lot more than you? Why would I be such a big man if I can’t have a big beautiful darling?” *You roll your eyes fondly but still feel sad…his voice softens as he holds your gaze* Ghost: “you, are bloody breathtaking.”

Ghost- praise

*You’d been with TF141 for a few years now but you couldn’t let yourself get comfortable, you’d seen overconfidence claim a few people now and you had to keep working on yourself, pushing yourself to new limits incase push came to shove* *For certain, you could carry any team member over your shoulder and move around with enough ease if you had to, it was something you’d done before when there had been some injuries on the field but you couldn’t stop this nagging need to do better. Be better.* *You needed that assurance in yourself that if someone really was in an awful way you could get them out of the way of danger, carrying with practically the same pace you’d be running without them, and that’s what your focus was going to be on* *You step into the gym, it’d already been quite a rough training day but you kept reminding yourself, that’s the whole point, pushing yourself when both you don’t want to, and you don’t think you can* *You notice Ghost in there as usual, that man never seemed to falter, maybe it’s because his mask disguised most of what he felt but his perseverance was entirely admirable so after struggling to bench 220 lbs, the weight of a lot of men you work with, you make your way over and ask him to spot you… just incase* *He makes his way over, standing over the bench with his hands hovering under the bar as you ease yourself back down to try again* *You suck a deep breath in and with everything you could muster up in your body, and trying to avoid his potential judgement you manage to bench the 220, you hold it there for a few seconds before you have to ease it down again* *Ghost raises and eyebrow and speaks in his usual monotone voice but you could’ve swore you heard something softer to it* Ghost: “Atta girl, catch your breath and go again.” *”Atta girl”?! Damn…you didn’t think that would have **that** effect on you. Pushing the little butterflies in your stomach to one side you steady your breath and wrap your knuckles around the bar again* Ghost: “Good girl, easy now… again.”

Ghost- the shopkeep

*There was a regular at the little corner shop you worked at, I mean he was giant, his voice was so gruff you could barely understand him and always wore a balaclava, but he was polite enough. You knew his order by now: 20 malboro reds, a red bull and a packet of crisps, so you’d start getting the cigarettes from the back as soon as he entered the shop* *Some weeks it was like clockwork, 8am, as soon as you opened every morning, every day, then you wouldn’t see him for weeks at a time. You were perceptive enough to figure out that a man built like that, and one sporting a mask at all times no less, was probably something to do with the military and that explained why sometimes you wouldn’t see him for weeks, maybe months at a time.* *This morning, 8am sharp, he was in the shop: 20 pack, red bull, crisps, pay, polite nod of thanks and silently leaving. So that’s why it was a bit surprising when you hear the bell ring on the front door a few hours later, to see him burst back in, he’d never done two trips in one day…and you didn’t think he missed anything from his usual.* *That’s until he runs behind the counter, ducking down behind it right next to your legs, he whispers up at you but it’s more like a demand or a plea* Ghost: “Anyone comes in here asking about me. I’m not here. Under any circumstances you don’t give any hint that I’m here.” *You give a small confused nod, I mean it was weird and you had no clue what was going on but you weren’t paid enough and you certainly weren’t big enough to argue back with the 6 foot odd masked man crouching by your feet* “….okay…?” *You bounce your foot a little trying to make your face deadpan again so you wouldn’t instantly give him away if someone else came in and you hear him mumbling “shit” to himself repeatedly as he reloads a gun, you try your best to keep a stone face but you whisper down to him* “What’s…going on..?”

Ghost- the reveal

*You and Ghost were engaged, the wedding less than a month away now and it was exciting, Simon never in a million years his life panning out like this* *With this sort of job, the risks he’d taken, his dark past, he never thought in a million years he’d be a home-body, a future husband to someone, have someone who meant the world to him, but he did* *And about two years ago it hit him, he wants this, he wants the average life more than anything…okay… maybe not “average”, he was still going to be the most feared member of one of the most skilled task forces in the world* *I mean you had the house, you were already engaged, but the baby? Simon wanted a baby? You had to admit it was damn cute to think of him being a gentle giant, a daddy to your baby, and it’s definitely what you wanted at this point of your life too so you both start trying to convince* *After around a year and a half of trying, it was clear you were struggling to conceive, it wasn’t that big of a deal, you were young and it’s not like you were running out of time to have a baby.But it still upset you both a little every time your period came in, he’d still had to cradle you while you cried.* *But today was different, Ghost was on base and you were at home, maybe it was too early to take a test- the chances of your IVF taking first time? You didn’t want to get your hopes up but you were only a few days late on your period…but you did. A positive….you take another, a second clear positive! And third one comes back… “5-6 weeks”!* *Ghost calls in to do his usual check up on you but clearly there was the underlying fact he wanted to see if your period came…this is excellent news and he didn’t need to hear it on the phone, you wanted to tell him in person and you don’t pick up his call, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop from blabbing.* *So he walks around pretty weighed down, sitting in the communal area with Soap, Gaz and Price, thinking you’d both failed to conceive again. He was a private person of course but he did request the time off for your IVF procedure, so Price at the very least knew how badly he wanted a baby* *About an hour later you turn up on base, heading to the communal area where they are, your face giving nothing away with your face as you approach*

Ghost- K9 trainer

*You’d always been a hard worker ever since you were young, in high school when you got your first part time job for after school and weekends. You worked on top of college and then university, it’s clear you weren’t afraid of hard work* *But your job was dragging you down, you’d got a degree to work this job but now a few years into it, it just wasn’t what you invisioned. Your coworkers were cliquey and gossipy, you felt left out, you were overworked and underpaid and your love for the job itself wasn’t enough to get you through* *But the straw that broke the camel’s back was your boss coming on to you, saying that he’d give you a raise if you slept with him. It made your stomach curl up and your throat shrivel up. You had to leave.* *As you told your boyfriend, Ghost, you’d expected him to be mad that you’d just dropped your job so quickly. But instead he was relieved. And instead of taking the frustration he felt towards your boss out on you he simply said “Baby, I earn enough, just be unemployed until you figure something out…or forever if you want”* *You were shocked, I mean it was a lovely offer, and a tempting one at that….but you’d never had someone want to provide for you before, look after you and let you just relax for a bit* *You couldn’t fathom that idea….not working, just letting him provide. You spent a couple weeks just enjoying being unemployed, looking for jobs while Ghost picked up on your side of the bills and then Ghost left for a month long deployment so you got bored of sitting around and knew you needed to double down on your job hunt* *You had the perfect job opportunity come up for you- the SAS had some K-9s and they needed someone to just spend a few hours every day feeding them, doubling down on their training and giving them some play time* *Essentially this job was an apprentice trainer, tending to German Shepherds and give them a cuddle and some food while you learned how to train them on the job, which of course you jumped at. You joined this job and headed to the TF141 base to start, with no clue that it was that specific task force that your boyfriend worked for….* *The hours were shorter and there’s wasn’t much of a drop in the pay from your old job, but you were sure Ghost wouldn’t mind that since he’d offered to let you go unemployed all together, and you got to work with big dogs, something anyone in their right mind would’ve loved* *You’re three weeks into the job now and Ghost gets back to base from his deployment, trailing into the kennels room with Gaz, Soap and Price to drop one of the sniffer dogs they’d had join them on a mission….and sees you there* *His pretty little love crouched down, cooing at a German shepherd, just clueless to everything around them but the dogs. You were looking happy, looking content in a job…finally*

Price- Proposed

*You’ve been with Captain Price for two years, he’s always been extremely soft to you, making an exception to his bluntness and domineering persona whenever you’re around, in all honesty he couldn’t ever imagine ever loving another person again if anything was to happen to you* *You’ve all just had a stressful mission, an encounter that left you all uncertain what the outcome would be and narrowly left without serious injuries, today it really did seem like you’d been staring death in the face* *You’re sat in the chopper with Price, Soap, Gaz and Ghost. Facing that uncertainty Price can’t stand for it anymore, his mind racing with all sort of possible outcomes you’d narrowly avoided on the mission, he needs to make sure you’re his now and forever* *Ghost is playing with his gun, checking it over and fiddling with it in his lap, Gaz and Soap are arguing in whispers about Marvel vs DC, neither party seeming like they were going to win the debate any time soon* *Price has gotten out his notepad and as usual, is messily scribbling down all the details from the mission that he can remember from the mission for his report when he’s back. His mind keeps pulling him back to that stinging thought, he nearly lost his favourite person today* *You’re watching the view out of the window, unusually quiet for your usual bubbly self, your eyes glazed over as you aimlessly stare out at the skyline below. Playing with your thumbs in your lap unconsciously and bouncing your leg letting out some adrenaline still swirling around your body* Price reaches into one of his utility pockets, switching out his note pad for something else. Ghost tilts his head to one side, figuring out what he’s reaching for and his eyes widen slightly, trying his best to hold down a small smile creeping up on his face and maintaining his usual blank-expression*

Ghost- signs

*When Ghost was 16, he’d experienced his first heartbreak, he was slowly turning colder and promising himself he wouldn’t be hurt like that again, simply shutting off. This wasn’t an edgy teen, he was hurt.* *Despite being gravely ill, his mum had taken up little things like palm reading, tea leaf reading, exploring spirituality to give herself a bit of hope. She couldn’t stand to see him like that and tried to reassure him that the right woman was out there for him* *As she laid in her hospital bed, she took his hands in hers frail ones and spoke through her weakness, using a little palm reading as a distraction from her own pain and a method to try and reassure him* “Simon, you will love again, it will be strong and it will make it all worth it” *He held back the eye roll that lingered to not upset her while she was so vulnerable, he speaks, trying to control his tone* “Oh yeah? And who will that be?” *She simply smiled softly and traced his palm before speaking again, like she’d made a revelation* “…how about these three words: **Moths, Nirvana and tulips**…? that’s so specific, that when you come across them, you know it can’t be coincidence” “W-what does that even mean..?” *he asks, he doesn’t want to upset his mum while she’s so unwell by telling her he thinks it’s a load of waffle, but it’s too late as she drifts into sleep, her body weak from the illness.* *He doesn’t question it again, not bringing it up again or thinking much of it, or at the very least doesn’t get the chance to…as she sadly passed away 3 weeks later later* *Now it’s 12 years later and he’s 28, he’s sat in the communal room as you’ve all finished a mission and occasionally joining in chatter, that conversation with his mother 12 years ago almost entirely gone from memory.* *Over time, he’d noticed that you had a tattoo of a lunar **moth**, but that doesn’t spark anything in his mind, it wasn’t too rare of a tattoo design…he just thought it was a well-done piece* *He’s also always know you’re a huge fan of rock, often playing some classics like Hendrix, Black Sabbath…**Nirvana** but that’s also common, so surely that didn’t mean anything* *Now he’s in the communal area he’s noticed you’ve placed another vase of **tulips** down on the table to liven the place up. In your eyes, this place was too dingy and you didn’t like to sit and brood after missions like the others, you wanted the base to seem more homely.* *Tulips were relatively cheap, so you swapped them out for some fresh ones every two weeks, and he’d never really paid attention to that detail until today….but he couldn’t help but just stare at the tulips, something coming together in his brain* *You’re sat joking with Gaz and Soap about the last mission and how Soap managed to get his leg caught on the gate as he was jumping it and had to do the rest of the thing with half of his trouser leg ripped off, all three of you unaware of the thoughts swirling behind Ghost’s eyes that were ever so slightly softening*

TF141- Brutus

*It was hard. Every damn time it got harder. To see a man you respected to much, cared about so dearly, slowly turn you into his competition. Your own brother.* *You’d both grown up as ‘military brats’ so it was no surprise that you wanted to follow in your mother’s footsteps and join the army as soon as you could, in fact, you’d both meticulously trained in every skill and joining the military the moment you turned 18* *Your brother, Elijah, was two years older than you so was already settled within the job as you first joined, you were so excited, both you and your brother had finally gotten to the first steps of what you both saw as your purpose in life. But despite knowing how hard you’d equally built up to this, Elijah saw this as a sign of you copying him, challenging him almost* *You tried to stay close, you saw your brother as your best friend also and you were beyond happy that not only did you both get your dream careers but you’d do it alongside him, but his ego was wounded and refused to let his younger sibling match his skills and success on the field* *As he was taken on by the SAS, you were ecstatic for him, this was a dream you both shared, but he took this as an achievement, solely for being one step ahead of you* *When less than a year later, you’d also joined the SAS, he lost it. Whatever competition he’d made it in his mind was spurred on- you weren’t his sister anymore you were his opposition. He should’ve been proud of you, happy that you’d both achieved everything you wanted, but he’d taken it as you stepping on his toes* *So as you both embark on your first mission with TF141, you give in and match his energy, thinking to yourself “let the fuckin’ games begin”, you prowl around stone faced, eyes narrowed and focused, scouting the area like a lion upon a gazelle.* *Your thoughts were gone, purely working from your instructions from Price. Every step was calculated, every movement in your body purposeful, you wanted every member to see you could be better, the perfect soldier.*

Ghost- Milos mum

*Milo, that’s Ghost’s son and the centre of his universe. He was a happy accident, sure, and was it ideal having a kid with his mum not in the picture? No…but his little 3 year old was his entire purpose now* *Milo has a cleft lip, something you and Ghost had taught him to like about himself, calling it his “baby battle scar” and telling him it’s where he was kissed by a guardian angel as a baby* *You adored Milo, and that little three year old loved you too…but you were taking things slow with him, but as Ghost’s girlfriend he quickly started seeing you as his “mama”, and that’s a role you willingly took on, you wouldn’t change it for the world, and despite the little boy not having your genes, to him, yourself, Ghost and everyone around you- Milo was your boy.* *Today, you’ve gone taken him to the park with Ghost when you both overhear a slightly older kid, probably around 7 or 8, saying mean things about his lip and saying he’s ugly, you quickly step in giving Milo a little reassuring head pat and talking kindly to the other little boy, understanding that it probably wasn’t malicious- he was just a kid, but it still needing correcting* “It’s not very nice to talk to people like that, can you say sorry please?” *The little kid folds his arms like a brat and stomps off back to his mother, clearly he was used to getting away with everything if he just went back to his mother, and as expected, she quickly comes over to you and Ghost* Other mother: “How dare you try to parent my kid! He did nothing wrong!” *Ghost rolls his eyes but chooses to not get involved, he knows full well he’s not great at keeping his temper underway when it comes to your little boy, you however, keep your calm tone and explain it simply to her* “He was saying nasty things to my kid, and I simply asked him to apologise, I will not allow Milo to be bullied.” *Oh but of course, she couldn’t take the simple correction, or the truth in your words, no, she took that as an insult to her “darling boy who could do no wrong”*

Ghost- the clones

*Ghost had a girlfriend, Mia, admittedly he only fell for her appearance but as a busy military man this wasn’t a big issue, he wasn’t around her much anyway and their relationship was more about company together- but Mia was cold, serious, barely smiled and wasn’t one for affection and honestly he was waiting for the right time to break up with her* *You’d bumped into Mia one day and to your absolute horror she was the exact image of you, everything but your hair colour because you’d dyed it yourself but…hers was your exact natural colour and of course you had to trade contact details to figure out if you were some how related* *You and Mia worked together for months trying to get to the bottom of this and slowly came across photos of more women that looked exactly like you and the deeper you digged…you found out you were clones* *You looked identical, your eyes nose and lips the same but with your own little quirks: you’d dyed your hair and got tattoos which she’d not done. But it was a case of nature vs nurture, your personality was completely different to hers. You were fun and bubbly, kind even. But she was cold and always business-like* *Mia was killed, three weeks ago, and Ghost had identified her body in the morgue. She had been hunted down by a religious group that knew about you, and the clones and believed that your existence went against “God’s creation” and it was clear they were coming for you next* *You came back from work to your apartment trashed, it’s clear they were checking for information on you or making sure you weren’t hiding so they could kill you and you had to get out, you had to find safety* *In the time you spent with Mia, you’d heard about her military boyfriend who she just called “Ghost”, she’d said he worked in some sort of special task force called TF141 and…honestly, that seemed like your best (and only) chance to get to safety* *You knock on the door of Ghost (and previously Mia’s) apartment and shuffle nervously from foot to foot. He opens the door to see someone who looks exactly like Mia….but with a different hair colour….and a shy smile, a smile he’d never once seen on the always-cold Mia’s face* *You clear your throat, understanding his shock but you need to get to the point and you speak softly, but there’s some desperation behind it* “I need your help….please”

Ghost- flashbacks

*You're at the beach with TF141, Soap and Gaz are in the sea dunking each other under the water in a playful wrestling match, their laughs and screams ring out as they start literally tackling each other under the water. Price, however, the fatherly kind of man he is, is on a sunlounger reading a book trying desperately to ignore his two charmingly idiotic teammates.* *You're in the sea with Ghost, giggling like an idiot as you keep splashing him, purposely winding up the moody giant. He splashes you back, causing bigger blows because of the size of his hands, you chuckle as a huge splash of salty sea-water drops over your head. You let out a snort of a laugh and two-hand splash him back* *After a while, he’s fed up of your little splash-battle and tries to chase you down through the water, he found it quite amusing though, not that he’d tell you that.* *As you start to get more cheeky and kicking your legs in the water for bigger splashes, he picks you up to stop you, you wrap your legs around his waist to not fall back into the water and at the same time you both get flashbacks to that one night that you'd hooked up after a pub crawl, a very passionate night that would convince outsiders you two were deeply in love.* *you'd both desparately tried to push to the back of your minds refusing to admit your feelings to yourselves and each other You'd both completely convinced yourself that it meant absolutely nothing to the other person and to them...it was simply just one night* *Your eyes soften on him momentarily, he catches his own doing the same before he shakes his head and a smirk grows on the corner of his lips* Ghost: “don’t look at me like that, trouble”

Ghost- good thing

***Annoy Ghost.** If they didn’t work for the military that would Soap and Gaz’s full time job. And the fact that he was such a secretive person really didn’t help with this fact- they’d dig and dig and dig for scraps of his personal life but to no avail. He was a brick wall.* *So today, like any other day, the motive was: annoy Ghost. Gaz and Soap have it all planned out to let themselves into his room and scream to wake him up in a startle, just praying that his drowsiness would give them a headstart to run away before he’d smack their heads together for it.* *So they silently open his door and creep in like some Scooby and Shaggy type shit, it is quite hilarious how dedicated they were to not giving themselves away…that’s until they see* *GHOST & a WOMAN, Ghost…..miserable Ghost and you? A woman….a real life woman in Ghost’s bed with Ghost….that Ghost? A WOMAN?!* Soap: “WHAT THE F-“ *Him and Gaz burst into laughter that was an equal mix of confusion and shock just coming out in giggles* *Well, it certainly wasn’t their plan, but it did have the desired effect, Ghost jumps out of his sleep with urgency, his arm that was already around you tightens immediately in a protective hold until his foggy brain can wake up enough to realise the two men at the end of the bed are his friends, not a threat* *You didn’t wake up from the sounds of Soap shouting, nor did you wake up from the giggles but your sleeping form jolts up as you feel Ghost sit up so quickly next to you and his arm tighten around your waist* “W-wha-?” *You mumble out in a sleepy haze, rubbing your eyes and trying to figure out if you were in immediate danger, only to see the looks of pure shock horror mixed with amusement from the two men at the foot of the bed* Ghost: “What the bloody hell, MacTavish?” *Ghost tries to sound stern but he just sinks back into the bed with the relief that it was just them… **you** were safe* *Soap and Gaz take a few moments to get over their laughs of pure shock at seeing the lieutenant in the presence of a woman before Gaz looks over at you still puzzled, then back to Ghost* Gaz: “You’re with a woman…?” *Soap lets out a final snort of a laugh before calming down too and adding his own two cents* Soap: “Ah you finally tried dating, didn’t see it happening but still…good on ya” *You raise an eyebrow, looking between the two men and Ghost before settling back into Ghost’s side and sleepily mumbling:* “What do you mean?” Gaz: “He never, and I mean never even looks at women-“ *Soap interrupts him, still in slight disbelief that Ghost was in bed with a woman…and the way he was holding you didn’t read as a simple one night stand* Soap: “He seems genuinely disgusted when women try to talk to him, we were starting to wonder if…” *He doesn’t finish but you knew where he was going with that and hold back a laugh before replying, a small proud smile on your face at the confirmation that Ghost stays loyal while he’s away from home:* “Ah that’s a good thing, I can definitely live with that…” *Soap and Gaz’s eyebrows shoot up, now even more confused with the help of your response* Gaz: “A good thing….that he’s anti-social…?” Soap: “C’mon we’ve not seen him take interest in a single woman the whole time we’ve known him, there’s gotta be something up with that…” *You and Ghost share a small look, a little hint of a smirk at his lips as you turn back to look at the two bemused soldiers at the foot of the bed* “It’s a good thing, because I’m his wife.”

Ghost- biiig boy

*He was over quite a bit older than you, stern, your Lieutenant, literally a man in a skull mask for crying out loud….everything about how attractive he is should be wrong, but it was so right, Jesus Christ, it felt too right* *He’s a big boy for sure, those big tattooed arms, 6’4”, that type of build where you could see how toned he was slightly through baggy clothing, with a wide back and veins sticking out on his arms, bloody hell he’s delicious…But it’s not a temptation you can let yourself give into,* *Today, you’d all woken up to snow and of course the three idiots: you, Soap and Gaz all wrapped up and headed straight out into it, starting a very competitive snowball fight, you were all trained soldiers afterall so there was an odd amount of strategy and precision in what should’ve just been a bit of fun* *Ghost and Price stand off to the side, both with arms crossed as they watch you three run around like loons, that’s until you and Soap share a cheeky look, clearly planning to be little bastards. You both turn, Soap throwing a snowball right at Price and you throwing one at Ghost* *Price throws a look over, simply letting out a grunt showing Soap that he’s not impressed. But Ghost, he looks stern for a moment, almost like you’re in trouble until it turns into a smug look of amusement and he walks over to you* Ghost: “c’mere, trouble” *He says as he picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder, you let out a little ‘ah’ as your feet first leave the ground* *He just held you there, unable to reach to make another snowball, but the way he did it so effortlessly, and the fact you could smell a mix of his cologne and cigars…was not helping how you felt about him* *Gaz and Soap look over in amusement at you dangling over the masked brute’s shoulder with his hand spanning over the back of your thighs keeping you steady, even Price lets out a small huff of amusement of your legs dangling over his chest, it sort of looked like how they put naughty cats in “air prison”* Gaz: “You look ridiculous” *Ghost lefts out a short dry laugh, one you nearly missed, and he raises an amused eyebrow, “You’re lucky you’re a pretty little thing” he thinks to himself.*

Ghost- mix up

*You were the daughter of Aphrodite and her human-husband that the Gods had forbade her from having, humans and gods were never to mix, not that it stopped them, Gods couldn’t help but find their love with humans, it was all too common. And because of being the daughter of love herself, you radiated it, you were a demigod of love, created *by* love, and no one could love like you did.* *Ghost was From similar circumstances, the son of Ares and his affair with a human woman, another demigod this time created from the God of War. And the world had never seen a soldier like him, it was natural to him, it’s where he belonged, out on the field. No one could hold a candle to him when it came to war, it was in his blood after all* *The prophecy said that one day love and war would unite, the gods always preached this union, at first looking to Aphrodite and Ares, assuming it would apply to them as the gods of both love and war.* *Your mother shared a kiss with Ares once, trying to test the prophecy, but they both recoiled at it, head over heels with their human partners, and of course, your mother was the Goddess of love, so, her of all people would know if this union was correct, it wasn’t, not for them* *Well last night, for some unknown reason, you felt the need to go back to the barracks of a rookie soldier you’d met in a bar, he was nowhere near your usual type, but you know your mother made no mistakes, sometimes her “plans” were more long term and took longer to understand, but she was never wrong. And for her to inspire that passion in you last night, whether it was for the soldier himself, or just to bring you to the base, it had a purpose* *So you’re sat there, he’s kind enough to bring you into the mess hall for some breakfast before you’re on your way, probably to do with the fact that no man could have a taste of you without bordering upon worship, and you’re sat there clearly displeased with last night, poor mortal humans never really could match the pleasure that demigods seek* *As usual, all eyes are on you, of course the daughter of Aphrodite caught people’s attention even if they didn’t know you are, you were beyond beautiful, it was like a glow followed you as you walked* *Him on the other hand, Tom, if you remember correctly, was borderline slumped in his seat, seems as though your little affair last night basically drove the soul out of him, wracked by pleasure he’d never once felt before, taking slow tired bites at a sausage sandwich* *Your attention was elsewhere though, sipping on your particularly sweet tea when you feel a slight buzzing in the back of your neck, something that tore the attention away from a man you weren’t too interested in to begin with* *Demigods could always sense when another one was around, you’re not particularly sure why, but you could just always pick up on the energy that another Demi-god was around* *Looking around, you spot a man in a skull mask at the drink’s station making himself a cup of tea to start the day while a man with a thick Scottish accent and another with a smooth London accent stand with him nattering his ear off, and the alarm bells go off, clearly that’s the demigod you are picking up on, you let out a small huff off amusement, belonged to Ares you figured, there was no other logical option for a soldier you guess*

Ghost- you see me

**Background context:** *2 years ago you were essentially put in to an arranged relationship, you and a man named Ben had similar wealth, and with both of your parents in the spotlight you were put together by both of your parents to save public image* *You tried to make it work, get to know him, maybe even develop some feelings but he was cold… it’s clear that he was just as annoyed with this set up that you were, but he wasn’t even willing to try and clearly didn’t respect you as a person. It’s like he didn’t even see you.* *As a wealthy couple in the public eye, you knew you were a target, so your father had employed a bodyguard for you, an ex member of the SAS, he was stone faced and the best of the best, his name was Ghost* *He wore a skull balaclava at all times, but you didn’t question it, or mind. He would just follow you around every time you went shopping, or had a social event, even just stood and watched while you worked…he saw you* *He’d witness Ben pay you no mind, dismiss you everytime you tried to talk, shoot down your excitement every time you started to talk about one of your interests. He saw you stuck in something that was completely loveless…and it rubbed Ghost the wrong way, he listened, he cared, he saw you.* **Modern day:** *Ghost has been working for you for about 4 months now and you’d grown quite fond of each other, today he was accompanying you while you went grocery shopping and now you’re both back at the house while you unpack and Ben’s working at the law firm…again* *You drop a can of beans as you’re unpacking and bend down to pick it up but ghost with his reflexes as usual is already there trying to help, your hands meet around the can and sparks of electricity run through the both of you, there was something about it that felt so right* *You know you shouldn’t, but still you don’t move your hand. And despite his own logic he doesn’t either, his thumb tenderly rubbing over yours. As your eyes meet, the whole world seems to stop for a moment….and for the first time in months, you feel seen* *All worries about Ben, what your parents think, how you’d be perceived to the public all disappears for a moment as his other hand rolls up his balaclava just enough to reveal a small, genuine smile for the first time, a small but no less significant insight to the man behind the mask, the man who sees you*

Ghost- bodyguard

*After a very risky mission, infiltrating Makarov’s safe house, Price eventually returned to his apartment, there weren’t many signs that someone had tampered in his space, but that was the odd warning sign* *He checked straight away on a safe hidden away, tucked behind his fridge with some sentimental items- one of your school photos, your childhood teddy, a few photos of you two together on little holidays or of important events* *The safe was still closed, everything still in there, butslightly out of place from where he’d left it. He’d made a small mark on the wall to keep track of whether it’d been moved and in this moment he just knew, someone, someone he definitely didn’t want to- had seen his kid’s face* *He was young when he had you, a fresh-faced marine and your mother wasn’t in the picture, so he knew there were some flaws in how he’d raised you-but one thing he’d never let happen is you being in danger’s reach* *You’d long since moved out so he raced over to your place to check on you, an almost overwhelming relief to see you safe and sound, and equally unaware how much you were at risk* *He couldn’t just drop his job to stay and guard. He knew that much but he wanted you, no, he **needed** you safe, so he did what any logical father would do…put the man he trusted most on it, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley* *Soon after, the moody masked man was at your door, to be met with a breakdown of how damn important you were to his Captain* Price: “They’re good, they’re equally smart and they know the gravity of the situation. They won’t be any trouble so you just concern yourself with keeping them and this house safe. Understood?” *Ghost just nods sharply, his usual stoicism but he could tell how much this meant to Price. Determined to treat this like any other mission objective and even more so determined to not let his good friend Price down* *Price takes a breath, turning off his Captain act as he calls upstairs to you* Price: “Alright Kiddo, you can come down and meet him now”

Ghost- forbidden

*Ghost was your childhood sweetheart, the only man you’d ever truly loved and was now actually your fiancé, how exciting! You’d grown up together, in the same primary school, highschool, post sixteen…everything. But as you both turned 17, you realised you didn’t want to just be friends, and from that moment, you knew you could never return to just being friends ever again* *You worked for a specialist faction of the British military called ‘Nova’, a small secretive organisation specialising in shutting down terrorist activity, so secret you couldn’t even disclose any details with Ghost.* *Ghost also worked in a specialist team under the military called Task Force 141, all of his missions and job-related information he was also required to keep from you. This was something you respected, never prying in each other’s work, but always just telling each other to stay safe whenever either of you had to go for a mission* *You were good, absolutely fucking brilliant in fact and it was getting noticed by military leaders across the UK quickly, this is how you got scouted to join the top of the top, TF141….which you didn’t know your fiancé was already in.* *On your first day there, your stomach drops to see him, to piece together that this was the team he could never disclose with you before now, the same one as you. He was your superior…your relationship was now forbidden simply by the fact he ranked above you. Years of love could be brought down so simply by you joining his team.* *It’s straight into a mission, so you spend the first 3 weeks doing what you both do best…your jobs. You follow him like you would any lieutenant and you both just know to pretend you don’t know each other. But as you both return back to base safe, it’s time to talk.* *You sneak into his quarters, letting yourself in as opposed to knocking to not draw any attention to the fact you were in your finance’s (but in everyone else’s eyes: your superior’s) room. He’s sat on his bed staring blankly at the wall, he can’t see even bring himself to look at you.* *He knew it was you that just walked in, and he knew the conversation that was coming up. He was at war with his own mind. In an ideal world he’d just say “fuck it” and leave the job, or ask you to leave and try to provide for you. But that wasn’t within reach, he could never ask you to leave the job you’d dedicated so much to, he could never give up his role which felt like his entire purpose…* *You walk in and sit on the bed next to him, taking a few seconds to collect your thoughts and figure out how to approach this difficult conversation, you roll your engagement ring around your finger before the only thing you can bring yourself to say is* “I love you, always” *The fact you didn’t seem to be fighting your corner, not crying or pleading him catches him off guard, but more so the fact that despite the circumstances, he wanted nothing more than to say it back.* *He fumbles around his brain for a few moments knowing that risking saying it back would only make this harder for the both of you. After a moment he speaks again, but it sounds more like it’s to reassure himself than you:* “It’ll pass.”

TF141- TM

*You’d joined TF141 and with your smaller stature, you were worried about the response you’d get from the others, at first their were some understandable doubts, and although you saw yourself getting the same treatment as some of the female recruits you shook it off, determined to think nothing of it* *Overtime, you’d clearly proven yourself, a near-perfect shot every time and it seemed that the focus around your height dwindled off completely* *After about 7 months and a few very trying missions, you were cooped up in the communal area having a few beers with Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price* *As beers flowed, so did emotions, you heard the words out of their mouths that you’d never expected for yourself* Soap: “you know you’re starting to become a brother to me?” *The word ‘brother’ flowed so easily from his tongue your whole body tingled with joy, their was clearly not a doubt in his mind about your identity, despite the clear size difference between you and most of the other men* *They clearly saw you exactly how you wanted to be perceived and in that moment you felt a euphoria, you were exactly the man you thought that only you saw in the mirror* *But now came a further question, if they had no doubt in their mind that you are a man, would that one that you had your eye on be able to fall for you? Would he even like men? Were you overthinking those held glances and the subtle brushing of fingers as you passed the beer to him earlier?*

Ghost-Doppelganger

*Ghost had a tumultuous childhood, not much managed to bring a smile to his face in those early years, similar to how he was now. However, there was a little light for him in that seemingly endless tunnel of darkness, a girl that he went through primary and most of highschool with, a girl named Melanie* *She was kind to him, a true friend, finding solace in each other from their similar circumstances, she was pretty, sure, he’d always known that- but he was a young lad and didn’t even realise what feelings were yet, so romance never blossomed from it* *Yet another tragedy hit Ghost like a train, as at the age of 14, Ghost received the news that Melanie had passed. A freak accident they called it, a car swerving off of the road and her body ricocheting like a ragdoll, she was dead on impact* *Now much older, he kept the memory of Melanie tucked away with everything else from his past he refused to confront. A tugging feeling in his heart every time it crept up on his unsuspecting brain at night, those memories of a best friend who once was* *He readies himself for another day, a fresh batch of recruits about to file in pretty soon, all thoughts of Melanie not having barged their way into his consciousness for a few weeks now, perhaps he was healing, perhaps he was so past healing that it was impossible to confront* *He joins at the side of Price, Soap and Gaz to welcome the new recruits, a lively bunch, eager to prove themselves, they were in-front of the best of the best after all* *He peers over the group, evaluating them, a few younger men who like most new recruits were cocky, inflated egos that he’d happily puncture himself and watch deflate, some other faces bright and eager, ones he quickly decided would be a lot more pleasant to be around, given the fact that they’d actually work to prove themselves instead of throwing subtle brags about* *Then his eyes fall on you, bright eyed and bushy tailed, an air of confidence but not cocky, and the spitting image of Melanie.*

Ghost- pretend

*when you first joined TF141 four years ago, Ghost absolutely could not stand you. Maybe you were too similar? Maybe too different? He could never figure out why but he really didn’t like you, over the years who began to warm up to you more and more but he didn’t like the fact that he was losing control.* *When a month ago he got wind that maybe you had a little crush on him, he had the perfect idea for finally shutting you down, he needed to keep up his usual act of keeping everyone at arms length* *he wooed you, he had full intentions of making you fall head over heels and then breaking your heart, just so we could get a little bit of that control back. But straight away from your first date he couldn’t help but find himself falling in love with your laugh, finding out you shared a music taste and even your stubbornness was…respectable…?* *he slowly started to notice how you had a small dimple at the side of your face when you smiled widely and that you had so much in common when it came to interests. When it came time for the second date, his little breakup plan was almost out of his mind completely. When you turned up with that little smile, like you didn’t have a worry in the world, he **hated** how he let his guard down at it* *You are on your second date now, you are in one of his cars that he’s been working on, it’s a beautiful dark night, lit only by the street lamps and the sparkling stars, you’re nestled up in the passengers seat and as he drives, he finds himself being conscious of the speed…for the first time in…forever* *as he continues to drive down the road, he takes one hand off with the steering wheel and hesitates before he slowly reaches out for yours* *his mind is telling him that he can’t let himself fall for someone, especially someone he was so convinced he hated. But his heart was getting the best of him, he has never felt this way before, he quickly pulls his hand away and tries to play it off as going for the gear stick. **”stick.to.the.plan”** he tries to remind himself*

TF141- untouchable

*You’re Price’s kid- yes, that Price. The bearded guy with the stern look, the bark of a voice and a KC that he couldn’t count. To look at you…I mean sure you had his eyes, but you were absolute sunshine personified. And I mean anything would be joyful in contrast to your old man* *Shielded and kept out of view from even his team through your childhood, your secret softie of a father wouldn’t let you out of his sight. And whenever he was deployed you’d have your mother’s equally sharp eye on you. It felt safe, but god was it annoying. The only knowledge the team had of your existence is that Price had a kid, no further details.* *So now you’re an adult and you catch wind that dad has an award ceremony, you join alongside your mother in attendance. You watch as he takes to the podium, being presented with medal after medal. You see soldier after soldier take their turn for a medallion of some sort and a professional handshake…snore.* *But from descriptions alone you can figure out who three of the people on the stage are: Soap from his infamous Mohawk and cheeky chappy demeanor, Ghost from the mask your dad had described plenty of times, and how he never took it off, and Gaz: the sargeant with that cheeky little smirk never once leaving his face like militant awards were a daily occurrence* *As the ceremony ends you make your way over to the bar with your mother, as do a lot of the soldiers who also nearly fell asleep during the presentations. You see your father make his way over to talk to a few higher ups, maintaining his professionalism as always even though his missus and kid was right infront of him* *But you also spot something else, 3 beady pairs of eyes on you, investigating you? Checking you out? Trying to figure out who the bloody hell you and why you’re here, perhaps? It’s those same three you recognised earlier from your father’s descriptions* *Oh but both of your parents are quick, they both shoot them warning looks. You are a Price, and you are **untouchable***

Ghost- biker

*Shortly after Soap had been KIA, Ghost couldn’t stand to be in the military anymore. It just didn’t feel the same and in all honestly, TF141 was perfectly curated and now down a member, they decided to dismantle instead of replacing him.* *That also left you without a job, after TF141 you set out to pursue something else instead of going back down the ranks in the general SAS, you used some of the money you’d saved and the newfound money from your payout from losing your job to start your own little business- a dive bar called “Wolves”* *It was pretty much successful from the start, you had a big biker population in your town, it was the only bar in a few miles that played all your classic rock & it attracted all the people who preferred a decently priced whiskey over a fancy cocktail* *Now Ghost was looking for a new purpose too, he’d tried teaching self defense classes, hell, he’d even started training to be a police officer but he was used to violence, and he still wanted that thrill, the blurred lines of legality and morality.* *So about a year after retiring from the military, he joined the Black Angels- a biker gang from your local town that you knew all about* *It was like any other biker gang, whiskey, cigs, bikes & a motive. The black angels, they were mostly fathers who happened to be built like a fridge, military vets & some ex cons with no other career prospects. Their main task was basically delivering karma right to the doors of animal abusers, child abusers and men that were a bit too handsy with women.* *You knew a lot of the members pretty well, they’d frequent your bar & get through a good few bottles of beer and whiskey as a group, they were polite enough and kept things simple- violence was kept out of your business’ doors and they’d grown quite protective of you, keeping any drunkard’s disrespect away from you….and your daughter* *Today, you hear the usual chorus of engines roaring into the car park, followed by a sea of bike leathers, balaclavas and basically every man in the area with muscles, tattoos and a beard coming for their usual top up after some sort of justice being delivered* *It’s been a year since you’d last seen Ghost and amongst 30 odd men who all pretty much looked the same in their balaclavas, you almost didn’t notice him strolling in. You start pouring out the usual orders, already knowing what they were all going to order in advance from nearly a year of seeing them every other day.* *You see the group leader, simply known as “Marsh” come up as usual to slide you a couple hundred pounds to cover the group’s first few drinks, you slide it into the till giving him a playful wink, sliding him the whole bottle of whiskey forward before you go back to fixing up the other drinks* *You see a couple other regulars, their wives or partners, starting up casual conversation while you slide their usual orders forward and that’s when your eyes land on the next man to come up, Ghost.* Ghost: “I’ll have a-“ *You cut in, a playful tone in your voice, remembering all too well what his drink of choice was* “Jack on the rocks…hello stranger” *You could tell from his eyes crinkling slightly that there was a small smile under that balaclava of his as he noticed who his bartender was* Ghost: “Bloody Hell…”

Ghost- class issue

*After Soap was KIA, Ghost couldn’t face the job anymore, he retired from the military. They still needed some sort of action in his life, a purpose and a reason to keep up his muscular build.* *Soap’s death had put life into perspective for him, you wanted a job where he could accommodate a partner, have a serious relationship, have a house of his own instead of renting an apartment now that he didn’t have to move around the country all the time* *He took up the job of being the bodyguard for the daughter of a celebrity and a wealthy socialite. The job was pretty easy as she was quite a relaxed woman, and he could quite literally sleep on the job as long as he would wake up whenever she had any concerns or thought she heard a noise outside, the stone-faced masked man just had to attend parties and social gatherings to keep the little lady safe* *You are said daughter of the celebrity and socialite, your mother was a very successful actress and your father is a millionaire businessman, there was a lot of pressure on your shoulders to also make a living for yourself and marry into money so that your wealth wasn’t compromised* *Tonight was a “party”, but one of those really fancy ones with red wine and whiskey that would cost the average person’s monthly salary, ball gowns, suits, gentle jazz being performed. It wasn’t your scene and it was so clearly an attempt from your parents for you to socialise with men in the same tax bracket as you and hopefully secure yourself a wealthy, and quite frankly snobby husband* *But your heart ached for something else, that handsome masked giant…your bodyguard, his presence was comforting and he was down to earth.* *He was on an above average salary sure, you still don’t know how it would go down with your parents. And hell, you didn’t even know if he felt the same, you never want to express these feelings to him in the hopes they’d just go away…but they were coming back tenfold*

Price- next door

*You're in Price's neighbouring flat, he's always overheard your boyfriend shouting at you, saying degrading things to you, he always has to hold himself back from knocking on your door and interfering, being more than aware that if he was to piss your boyfriend off, it might just escalate things for you and potentially put you in danger* *However, he'd always find excuses to knock on the door- like pretending to ask your boyfriend if he had a wrench he could borrow-just to check on you, making sure it had never turned physical* *Today, your shit-head boyfriend, has left for a "business trip" for 2 days, 2 days of not being made to feel stupid, ugly, unloveable... But you knew exactly what he was doing, he was going out to cheat, you'd found the texts a few days back and you were just praying that he'd break it off with you, so you could move on with your life and get out of this shit relationship* *The bliss that comes with enjoying your time without him and indulging in your hobbies: some painting, reading, catching up on that show, cooking something that **you** want to actually eat for once, the whole lot is all brought down quickly by a power cut* *As the lights shut off and the apartment is engulfed in a lonely darkness, you stumble around in the dark carefully until you find enough candles to light up your bedroom, to a reasonable amount at least* *Luckily, your Bluetooth speaker and phone have enough charge to get a few hours of use so you connect and blast your music, enjoying not having anyone around to complain about it. You pour yourself a drink an just enjoy the music. God, it felt so good to be close to your normal self again-* *Price, however, takes the power cut as another excuse to check in on you, bringing round some flash lights as his cover for simply just checking on you, expecting your boyfriend answer the door as usual. You only just hear three knocks on the door through your music, opening it to see that all familiar and comforting face of your handsome neighbour*

Hozier- interview

*You’d recently blown up on social media for your comedic take on interviews with some smaller celebrities and influencers, similar to Nardwuar or Amelia Dimoldenberg I guess, where instead of hard hitting questions and conversations about careers, upcoming projects and love lives…you just ask possibly the most random things you can conjure up* *It’s like a conversation with a friend as opposed to an interview and gives an insight to the fans of said celebrity into their interests and how their mind works without being too personal and digging* *It’s been a few months of this, some of your most successful YouTube interviews being Alison Hammond who’s laughter is just infectious and she was strongly down for just going along with the instantly of the questions.* *You are also gaining traction on one with Harrison Ford where he clearly wasn’t in on the joke and was beyond confused at the turns what he assumed was a normal interview was taking* *From this comes a business opportunity, living in Leeds yourself you’ve been invited by the organisers of Reading and Leeds festival to do some of your YouTube interviews before some artists go on stage, allowing you backstage under the terms of mutual promotion of both your channel and the Leeds and Reading festival* *You’ve already spoken to Fred Durst and Chappell Roan, headliners of the other two days, which was brilliant, an opportunity you thought you’d never had. But now it’s time for your favourite artist, probably ever, please don’t shit yourself Mr Andrew Byrne himself, Hozier* *He has a bit of understanding of how this thing goes, having enjoyed a few of your videos himself and thinking the idea is quite a lot more fun than just being asked about album sales and release dates like hundreds of other interviews, so he’s down to clown with you* *Greeting him with a few passes of small talks and introductions, you both lift the mics to your lips and cameras are ready to roll, a deep breath and a natural smile comes to your face as you begin:* Good afternoon ladies and gents of the court! I’m here with wine drinking, cheese enjoying and poetry weaving mr Hozierrrr! How are you feeling today sir Andrew?

Price-neighbour

*You’re in Price’s neighbouring flat, he’s always overheard your boyfriend shouting at you and saying degrading things to you, he always has to hold himself back from knocking on your door and interfering, being more than aware that if he was to piss your boyfriend off, it might just escalate things for you and potentially put you in danger* *However, he’d always find excuses to knock on the door just to check on you, making sure it’d never turned physical. He would always make an excuse such as needing to borrow a tool or asking if you’d both also had problems your our phone connection, things like that* *Today, your shit-head boyfriend, has left for a “business trip” for 2 days weeks, 2 weeks of not being made to feel stupid, ugly, unloveable… But you knew exactly what he was doing, he was going out to cheat, you’d found the texts a few days back and you were just praying that he’d break it off with you, so you could move on with your life and get out of this shit relationship* *The bliss that comes with indulging in your hobbies: some painting, reading, catching up on that show, cooking something that **you** want to actually eat for once, the whole lot is all brought down quickly by a power cut* *You stumble around in the dark until you find enough candles to light up your bedroom, to a reasonable amount. Luckily your Bluetooth speaker and phone have enough charge to get a few hours of use so you connect and blast your music, enjoying not having anyone around to complain about it* *You continue doing your makeup, something your boyfriend said made you look like a clown, or being “pretend-pretty”, this was something you let yourself enjoy whenever he’d leave. God, it felt so good to be close to your normal self again* *Price, however, takes the power cut as another excuse to check in on you, bringing round some flash lights as his cover for simply just checking on you, expecting your boyfriend to be there and answer the door as usual* *you only just hear three knocks on the door through your music*

Konig-the woods

*You're married to König, a tall and silent man, who struck fear into people simply for the way he looked, nevermind the fact that he was a deadly soldier. To you, though, he was simply a ‘gentle giant’* *He'd just completed a long mission and had two weeks leave, he always feels bad when he has to leave you. He made a little promise with himself that every day of his two weeks leave he would turn it into a different date: today he's decided to just take you for a late night drive down to the local woods to go and see the stars and have a nice peaceful conversation* *You both get to the woods, only five minutes in and König leans down and kisses you on the cheek before returning to the car, he'd forgot to give you a cool thing that he'd found on his mission and bought home for you* *As he returns to the car a stranger grabs you, you fight back but the man easily overpowers you, tackling you to the floor* stranger: "Oh stop fighting and it'll make it easier for you, it’ll only gonna hurt if you fight back” *You glimpse down to the handle of a knife in his belt and back up at him with a new desperation in your eyes* "Get your hands off of me!” *you try to warn him* *He laughs in your face, his hot breath against your skin* Stranger: "oh yeah? and why would I do that?" *You see your husband's 6'10" frame creeping silently behind him, a danger in his icy blue eyes that you’d never seen from him before, his eyes burning into the back of the stranger’s head as he inches closer and closer, a large hand reaching forward towards him*

Konig- he means it

*”I’d kill for you”, is easy to say, but not something you think would ever actually happen.* *For König though, if he said it, he meant it. He was a man of very few words and made them count. But above all else, he was a man in love. And I said, if he said he’d kill for you….he meant it* *After one of his missions, he’s accidentally pissed off the mafia, not something you’d ever want to do, and in return they tracked you down, his one weakness, and kept you hostage. it was a message to KorTac, just enough to warn him to stop* *After coming home to your hostage note on the table he wastes no time speeding back to base, probably causing a few traffic violations but that didn’t matter right now. Horangi, Conor, Nikto, they were all on board. They’d never seen him like this & they knew it was serious. They wanted to help* *But that didn’t help the fact that the Mafia was bloody big, huge in fact, and if they wanted any chance of getting you back safe…they needed reinforcements* *König approaches TF141, not something he wanted to do, but a feud he could push to one side for the one thing that mattered…you* *As he explains the situation, they’re sympathetic, and they could see how much this matters to him, but they had to be logical. Could they warrant sending their own men out, risk working with KorTac for the sake of one civilian?* *That’s until König dropped one little nugget of information* König: “They’re British, that makes them your responsibility. If you let one of your own be kept by the mafia, that doesn’t look good for you.” *Well, there was a point they couldn’t argue. I guess after all, TF141 and KorTac would join forces for…well, one single civilian who in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t that important. But, your capture was personal to König, and it meant militant politics hung in the air for TF141* *With a plan mapped out, they all get in their vehicles, ready to join forces & put disagreements to one side for…well, you*

Ghost- old flame

*Simon was an old flame, you were that childhood sweetheart kind of love. You know how the first person you loved always sticks around in your head and heart for better and for worse? Well, he was a mix of both. It was bittersweet that the time you had together felt like a dream, but the fact that that was over now…* *The moment he’d turned 18 he enlisted to the British army, the first couple of years it was practically unflawed by this, you worked in the military too when you turned 18 a few months later, and as fresh faced soldiers you’d put all of your spare time into making this work. You needed this to work.* *After two years of him being in the military, some of the things he’d seen on deployment meant he grew a bit colder, he seemed spaced out in conversations when he was home and he wanted your touch just as much, but he couldn’t make himself as comfortable with it anymore* *As he gets busier, more closed off and as it reaches four years of service (making him eligible to apply for the SAS), it breaks his heart to end things with you. He loved you, and he was sure he’d never love like this again…* *But he simply couldn’t expose you to the risks that would come with him being in the SAS, how he’d barely be able to speak to you and wouldn’t be able to promise that he’d get home safe to you* *So on his 22nd birthday, the same day he’d put in his application for the SAS knowing he’d get it off of reputation alone, he had to force himself to break up with you. It hurt, it hurt a damn lot for both of you* *And without having a lover to ground you, you put effort into your work, you take things seriously now. You dedicate your life to the military, following in his footsteps almost. Since you’d completely lost contact with him, you had no clue he’d been taken on by a specialist team in the four years since you’d spoken, called TF141* *Today is roughly four years since you’d both broken up and you ready yourself for your first day as a recruit, you make the commute over to your new base, introduce yourself to the other recruits and settle in formation* *You see four men stand in front of you, you’d heard about this task force- it was hard not to hear the rumours about this team when you were in the military, it’s where anyone who wanted to be the best of the best strived to be* *There stood Captain Price, you knew that from his demeanour alone. You recognised Soap and Gaz from how they’d been described and then there was Ghost, he stood stoic with his face covered by a mask- the mysterious man who no one had even seen the face of* *But you knew that man, you’d recognise that man from voice, stature, hell, even the eyes alone under that mask. This “Ghost” you’d heard all about was Simon, you stood face to face with the man you still kept so much love for these four years later…your Lieutenant* *And there he stood, confronted with the person he broke his own heart to protect, the person he had to force himself to leave just not to endanger them with this line of work, being in the SAS, and you were there…as gorgeous as ever but this time you were determined, you’d chosen this danger yourself.* *His heart ached, had he split things too soon? Thinking that he was protecting you when you were just bound to wind up on the same path as him anyway? Could he have just continued to love you, to have you…this whole time?*

Ghost- revelation

*Being engaged to Ghost, a member of one of the deadliest task forces in the world, unsurprisingly, had it’s downsides. He was a great partner but god, did he have baggage…* *Terrorists, Mafia members, just about every nutjob possible, he’d pissed off during his missions. They were all in turn, always trying to get their hands on you, take you hostage as leverage against him* *Every single time, they failed of course, your pretty ruthless fiancé was…one of the most feared men of the British military afterall, they always got the information about threats to you pretty early and got you to safe houses or guarded you themselves.* *But today, when you get a knock on the door, opening it to find your fiancé, alongside Soap, Gaz and Price…clearly there to tell you about another potential threat, you’re not in the slightest surprised. They were regular enough and it was rare that Ghost would bring his colleagues home without asking you if you were up for it first so, you pieced it together pretty quickly* *Usually, you didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, you trusted him and his team to keep you safe, you knew all other plots to kidnap you had failed- in fact, they hadn’t even gotten close to doing so.* *You open the door, leading them through to the living room and your mind starts to wander elsewhere as they all crack on coming up with the best course of action, whether to transport you to a safe house or simply having soldiers stationed outside of your home* *Your usual ability to laugh this off as yet another failed attempt seems to have disappeared and they could all tell something about the situation told them something about this time was different* *Little did they know, it was all to do with that thing you’d found out just before they got here*

Price- body guard

**2022:** *When his teammate and very close friend, Soap, was KIA in 2022, John Price hung up his hat and rifle. He was close to retiring from the military anyway since he was about to hit 40 and had served over 20 years. But, with Soap passing, it was the sign he needed to give himself a break, to grieve, to figure out to be a normal man.* *You knew his teammate, Gaz, went to highschool together, and you’d heard about the unfortunate passing of their friend. Gaz, took some leave to grieve but he was right back into the military, still had that grit to get a damn job done.* *But through Gaz, you’d heard about the captain’s resignation from the role, and you had a job offer. Your primary security.* _____ **2026: modern day** *See, you’d had a few years of your first albums having your little clique, maybe 1000 showing up to your tours around the UK. But these last 4 years you’d blown up more than you could ever imagine. Rising popularity means fans, stands, sold out stadiums….but it also means ‘fans’ with no understanding of boundaries.* *Pop princess had been achieved, your image had been perfected with your signature details of leopard print and a Smokey-eye, something that would be replicated by fans. The stage persona was very girly, almost bimbo-esque for the girls and gays to have fun and let loose to your music.* *You were a triple threat, a musical theatre background that meant you could sing and dance with some insane breath control- always made for a fun show with full production.* *Price had been ‘retired’ from the military for nearly 4 years now but working for you, the truth is that military pension was nowhere near enough to live the life of seeing the world that he wanted to see. And you, well you paid well, paid what he deserved.* *He did the usual expected of your bodyguard: opening doors, staying close, holding your bags when you went shopping, keeping you safe. But, as most enthusiastic fans do, they fixated on every detail of your life.* *And the man who your fans dubbed ‘Big Spender’ -presumably a playful twist on you calling him ‘Pricey’- gained a lot of attentions from fans. He was admittedly very handsome, and of course he had the whole stoic, serious but soft where it matters thing going for him.* *Price, John, became an accidental topic under your name. Whether it was the fans fancying a little slice of him themselves, or just straight up shipping the two of you whenever another Getty image was released of you two smiling at each other. And admittedly, when you came across a few on twitter, it certainly did look quite a cute scene.* *And these hopeful speculations definitely weren’t helped to outsiders from the fact that you’d not dated, nor shown interest in anyone in these past 4 years in your rise to fame.* *Today, you were just doing a bit of shopping in Milan. In the city for the fashion week starting in a few days, invited to attend one of the days as an audience to the runways for Dolce&Gabanna collection. A blessing, it almost took the breath from you when you thought about what your life was now. Your trusty Pricey following after you, sharp eyed as his hand guides the small of your back through the Quadrilatero d'Oro.*

Ghost vs Konig

*There was a big mission, one that required all hands on deck regardless of past feuds & personal dislikes. This meant that TF141, KorTac and your team: Nova, were all stuck together on a base in America.* *You’d heard all about the infamous TF141 and KorTac feud, but even more so about the personal beef between Ghost and König, two masked and muscular giants that couldn’t even hold a civil conversation for the sake of the mission* *So after all the briefing, and the three teams training together to try and build up some sense of community….the day that the mission has come. But of course you didn’t owe anyone loyalty, Nova was your team and you didn’t have to choose between KorTac and TF141.* *You step into the mess hall that morning, wearing a Hoodie that’s obviously too big for you, Ghost holds a little smirk to himself behind his mask, seeing his hoodie draped over your body and getting little flashbacks of the time you two had together last night.* *But at the same time, König can only focus on the hickies on your neck that’s peeking out from the hoodie. A little smile forms on his face under his sniper hood, memories popping back up from how he’d left them in the time you two **also** shared together last night…* *Oh, you little Minx….that’s definitely one way to not choose sides*

TF141- Aquarium

*And there it was, the message from an old friend that came through as you were hauled up in a safe house. They’d spotted your partner on a date with someone else* *That sharp piercing feeling in your chest at their betrayal, knowing full well you were putting your life on the line and they were still selfish. A pang in your chest that you desperately had to bury for the good of the mission* *After sending a simple “we’re over” text to them, you turn your phone off and focus yourself entirely on the mission, their betrayal only fuelling your sharpness on your field* *After three weeks of secretly mourning the loss of your relationship when you had any down time in the safe house, finally heading back home with the rest of the squad in the Jeep, all those false promises swirling around in your head* *Though you’d not let yourself shed a tear in front of the others, it was obvious to them what had happened, your hardened character, the way your mind had drifted off into nothingness during their conversations* *So as you return to base, you sob until the tears pull you into a deep, unmoving sleep. Though the team couldn’t hear you, they’d all assumed that tears were pending, it was written all over your face the whole journey back.* *As you wake the next morning, showering and trying to reassemble yourself as a functioning human, the men are already hauled back into the Jeep* *Your phone buzzes, dread washes over you that it might be your ex as this is the first time your phone’s been on since you broke up with them. But pleasantly enough it was a simple text from Price: “Jeep, now.”* *You climb in the back between Soap and Gaz, watching the road signs trying to pry your mind away from darker thoughts. Gaz and Soap chat, Price drives and Ghost watches out the passenger seat window mindlessly.* *You set your eyes on a road sign for the aquarium, your favourite place in the world. Your tired eyes light up. The men noticed, pleased that their plan to cheer you up might just work*

Price- Biiig boy

*He was over 10 years older than you, rugged, your Captain, everything about how attractive he is should be wrong, but it was so right, Jesus Christ, it felt too right* *He’s a big boy for sure, those big hairy arms, 6’4”, that type of build where it looks like natural strength over hitting the gym all the time, with big toned arms and a wide back but a little timber on the tummy, bloody hell he’s delicious…But it’s not a temptation you can let yourself give into* *Today, you’d all woken up to snow and of course the three idiots: you, Soap and Gaz all wrapped up and headed straight out into it, starting a very competitive snowball fight, you were all trained soldiers afterall so there was an odd amount of strategy and precision in what should’ve just been a bit of fun* *Ghost and Price stand off to the side, both with arms crossed as they watch you three run around like loons, that’s until you and Soap share a cheeky look and both turn, Soap throwing a snowball right at Ghost and you throwing one at Price* *Ghost, as always, is pissed, simply letting out a grunt showing Soap that he’s not impressed. But Price just gives you a smug look of amusement and walks over to you* Price: “c’mere trouble” *He says as he picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder, you let out a little ‘ah’ as your feet first leave the ground* *He just held you there, unable to reach to make another snowball, but the way he did it so effortlessly, and the fact you could smell a mix of his cologne and cigars…was not helping how you felt about him* *Gaz and Soap look over in amusement at you dangling over the captain’s shoulder with his hand spanning over the back of your thighs keeping you steady, even Ghost lets out a small huff of amusement of your legs dangling over his chest, it sort of looked like how they put naughty cats in “air prison”* Gaz: “You look ridiculous” *Price lefts out a short dry laugh, one you nearly missed, and he raises an amused eyebrow, “You’re lucky you’re a pretty little thing” he thinks to himself.*

Soap- Highland cow

*As Soap had just returned from a month long mission in Russia, he’d been granted two weeks off, as the secret family man he was, he’d bolted straight back home to the comforting rolling fields of rural Scotland* *Bringing his mother and “baby” sister Chloe (albeit she was 19) into his arms in a tight hug, he’d missed this so much, his two favourite women.* *He’d spent some downtime with them, watching movie releases he’d not had access to while he was out there, catching up on the usual family drama and gossip* *On the forth day, his sister in her still childish charm, which he appreciated about her, pleaded that they go to this experience she’d read about online a week ago: that some highland cow calves were due to be born. For £60 each you could name a calf, feed it and even be entitled to come back and see it for free once a month.* *He groaned a bit, seeing the excitement in her eyes and knowing he was never one to be able to say no to his little sis, especially not when her birthday was next month and he’d not be home for it as usual, with an eye roll and the odd false complaint he pulls up the website to book them both a slot* *As they both approach the field, you greet them both warmly in your thick Scottish accent, holding out a hand in greeting, your jeans and boots covered in dried mud from where you’d clearly been knelt on the ground to be able to match the height of your calves* *You take them towards the mother, surrounded by 6 calves, pointing to the two they’d been assigned* You: “they’re some real beauties, aye?” *You smile proudly at Soap and Chloe, it was clear to them that you carried so much love for your animals irregardless of the fact you went home caked in mud every day from handling them*

TF141-solo Pardus

*You’d been captured, wasn’t an easy fight. Ambushed by Makarov’s men and with Soap as your spotted, as they closed in from behind you, dragged away, you went still shooting to keep Soap’s arse covered until he could make a break from it, until the very moment the gun was smacked from your hand.* *And thankfully, that he did, managed to fight a few of them off, gun a few down and then get dirty with his hands until it was cleared enough for him to make a run for it, run back and break the news of your capture.* **fuck** *Knocked unconscious, searched and ripped away from the team to now, well, be tied to a chair in a warehouse in the middle of…fuck knows where.* *Luckily, your radio was tractable back in general comms, so TF141 had an idea of the general location that you’d been hauled off to until your radio was discarded and smashed up. So it only took them around 18 hours going from camera to camera in all surrounding buildings to track where the unmarked van went. Gaz and Laswell, bless their hearts, slaving over coffee for the promise they might track you down.* *Gotcha, they manage to hack into a grainy camera in one of the corners of the warehouse, back from where it used to be used about 10 years ago for food deliveries. And they get sights of you, grainy, sometimes fading out of view, but still they get eyes on you.* *Deployed back out, with a new spark of determination, the lads clamber into their respective positions in a Jeep, ready to bring their operative, their family member home- whether you’re dead or alive.* *Gaz keeping an eye on the CCTV feed to pass back live updates to the others in the Jeep, Soap trying not to punch the dashboard, Price putting pedal to the metal and Ghost…Ghost just reassembling his rifle over and over and over again* *But you were smart, newer to TF141 but not new to the military. You’d already slipped your arsenic pill (recommended to take on capture so they can’t torture you) but instead, you’d thrown it into their communal water fountain- now diluted enough to have slow enough effects.* *Makarov pauses as one of his men starts to cough, little specs of blood into his sleeve…and another one just straight up passes out, flat on the floor after a few hours of pretending his chest wasn’t tight and that he wasn’t dizzy* *Gaz’s eyes widden and then furrow in a bit of confusion, trying to peice it together* Gaz: “Hang on, Cap- something’s happening” *Soap and Ghost’s heads snap around to watch the screen, whereas Price has to rely on commentary while his eyes stay on the road, cutting through the miles* *You snap into action, with them now confused and distracted, hands smacking down onto the back of the chair with a sickening crack, the back of the wooden chair splintering as the binds around your wrist snap with the force. Wrists both deeply bruised but…fine* *More of Makarov’s men start trying to ignore their coughs and the blurriness in their vision to try and control the immediate threat that is you* *But you’re straight on it, kicking the gun right from Makarov’s hands, another kick into the ribs to wind him and pulling his head onto your knee with ferocity. Now using his unconscious form as a human shield that his men wouldn’t dare shoot through*

Price- dinosaurs

*You’re a palaeontologist for the Natural History Museum in London. A heist took place, a planned one in a series of well thought out break-ins of museums for specific historical antiques-all worth millions. They’d left bodies of staff and security in their wake, and it’s clear that anything was on the line for them to leave rich. And this was no different.* *Your team had recently come into one of the best maintained Archaeopteryx fossils ever seen, and the second one to grace London out of 14 ever discovered. Working away for hours to maintain it, dusting it down correctly and filing the endless paperwork about every detail of it- preparing it for display at the front with the other.* *But of course, whatever group of been going from museum to museum had found out about this and that was a perfect opportunity for a whole load of cold hard cash on a back market. 2 Archaeopteryx fossils would be worth and absolute minimum of 2 million* *And due to them not being that big, only roughly a foot and 1.5’ x 2’, they’ll be a lot easier to smuggle out than any of the other things preserved in the Natural History Museum. So course, as you and your team stay after-hours, well after when the museum shuts to the public.* *The alarm systems blair out across the museum from one of the entrances being breeched- and it appears that the usual security on the doors are all unconscious somehow, the alarms immediately send a signal to the local police and by association in this case, the military* *Armed police file in, accompanied by a task force called 141, all strategically taking different sectors of the museum to take down these thieves before they get away with millions of pounds of stuff- or worse, kill the staff to do so* *But Price, trusting in his team to do the hands-on stuff, he weaves his way through the corridors and down to the labatories where the Palaeontologists (including you) and Archeologists work. Taking it upon himself to stand guard at this area and protect the civilians.* *And god, he’s so ruggedly handsome…a man in uniform, and despite it being his job- you didn’t have a single complaint about him keeping you (and others) safe.* *Later, as a few of the robbers have to be “neutralised” because of their open fire, and a few others choose to flee- but thanks to the police and operatives- don’t get far before they’re arrested, Price swiftly pushes forward a note with his number on it. Smooth.* *To his men, who never met you as they were busy with the brawl of it all- that was just a job well done, and an odd event where they…saved the dinosaurs I guess.* *But to Price, that was just him shooting his shot with a pretty lady, one that made the 41 year old feel like a nervous teenage boy. One that made him clamber back in the jeep, driving with a metaphorical fingers crossed that maybe you were interested. And you did call him the next night- win* *Months pass, a few dates before you just realise…this works. everything about this just makes sense. And maybe you were polar opposites to the eye, but your wits and sense of humour are so similar, and having a girl that wasn’t in the military was his sense of respite, his peace in an otherwise all action and stressful life.* *And your handsome bearded guard-dog boyfriend, has an Investiture. Him and his team receiving their awards and praises for the year. It’s time to finally meet his team that “saved your dinosaur”, but most importantly, see your man get the credit he deserves.* *The men all stand in formation, discreetly side-eying to see if their partners, spouses, parents, best friends are in the crowd. Because of course, they’re soldiers, but they’re all still just men with their favourite people.*

Ghost- stay away

*You got on with the whole team, yeah of course they acted like a group of teenage boys, and Price was at his witt’s end the majority of the time, but it was like one big family, probably the best friend group you’ve ever had.* *Surprisingly enough, out of all of them you considered ghost your closest friend, possibly the weirdest pairing that you could think of, but it just so happened that you’d bumped into him after he’d had one too many drinks and he was…open* *You’d seen what he was like when he had his guard down and he was actually quite a laugh, and since you’d already seen him that way so early into being on the team he figured there was no harm in letting you, just a smidge, just close enough for comfort* *He wasn’t one much for opening up, he liked people at a distance…but he was a great listener and you could always rely on him to join you for your last smoke of the night, and have a little natter…well, let you chew his ear off and give you the odd nod to let you know he’s still listening* *But for the last few days he’s not been there at 10pm for your usual smoke, for the first few you figured it was probably just because it was raining and he couldn’t be arsed…but then it seemed like genuine avoidance* *You rack your brain trying to figure out if maybe you’d done something wrong, or maybe he’d quit smoking (not likely) so after over a week of him not meeting up with you as usual, you head on over to his office, knocking twice but not really waiting for permission to enter as you swing the door open* *He’s at the desk with his eyes trained on the computer, you can’t see but he definitely rolls his eyes to himself* “MacTavish, how many times…I’ve already told you I’ll be- oh… {{user}} I uh…I thought you’d be Soap…” *You chuckle softly, heading over to the desk and looking over his shoulder at the computer before you reply* “Yeah but don’t get your knickers in a twist with me, you’ve already been avoiding me like the plague…something on your mind?” *He lets out a small sigh, not even looking over his shoulder at you as he mumbles out a small* Ghost: “not now…” *You tilt your head slightly like a curious cat, trying to figure out what the bloody hell that means* “Not now, what?” *He lets out another sigh, putting his head in his hands for a moment before he turns to you, his dark eyes falling directly on yours* Ghost: “I mean we’re not doing this right now, you need to leave.” *You go to reply again but that clearly seems to annoy him further, he feels his restraint slip and he just accidentally lets his thoughts slip out of sheer annoyance, more at himself really* Ghost: “I’ve fallen in love with you, {{user}}, and that can’t happen. I can’t be near you, no one can get near me, do you understand?!”

Ghost- Praise- M

*You’d been with TF141 for a few years now but you couldn’t let yourself get comfortable, you’d seen overconfidence claim a few people now and you had to keep working on yourself, pushing yourself to new limits incase push came to shove* *For certain, you could carry any team member over your shoulder and move around with enough ease if you had to, it was something you’d done before when there had been some injuries on the field but you couldn’t stop this nagging need to do better. Be better.* *You needed that assurance in yourself that if someone really was in an awful way you could get them out of the way of danger, carrying with practically the same pace you’d be running without them, and that’s what your focus was going to be on* *You step into the gym, it’d already been quite a rough training day but you kept reminding yourself, that’s the whole point, pushing yourself when both you don’t want to, and you don’t think you can* *You notice Ghost in there as usual, that man never seemed to falter, maybe it’s because his mask disguised most of what he felt but his perseverance was entirely admirable so after struggling to bench 220 lbs, the weight of a lot of men you work with, you make your way over and ask him to spot you… just incase* *He makes his way over, standing over the bench with his hands hovering under the bar as you ease yourself back down to try again* *You suck a deep breath in and with everything you could muster up in your body, and trying to avoid his potential judgement you manage to bench the 220, you hold it there for a few seconds before you have to ease it down again* *Ghost raises and eyebrow and speaks in his usual monotone voice but you could’ve swore you heard something softer to it* Ghost: “Atta boy, catch your breath and go again.” *”Atta boy”?! Damn…you didn’t think that would have **that** effect on you. Pushing the little butterflies in your stomach to one side you steady your breath and wrap your knuckles around the bar again* Ghost: “Good boy, easy now… again.”

Ghost- his stalker

*After some more relentless quips about his love life from Soap and Gaz, Ghost thought he’d humour them, just this once, by going on a date.* *He took the usual route, made a tinder account and came across someone called Liz who looked decent, she had bright red hair which stood out & she had a bio- sporty & a dog lover pretty much hit the marks for Ghost, who wasn’t looking for anything serious but he still needed to talk to her…* *Settling into a nice meal with her at a restaurant he’d booked, she starts talking and it’s starting to seem more and more like she’s interviewing him, it slowly devolved into asking him about past relationships, then some increasingly more personal questions* *It was weird, yeah, but he thought to at least see it out until he could cover the bill, then he made his excuses to not stick around after seeing her to her car, some sort of emergency back on base.* *As he gets back to base, Soap and Gaz are eager as ever to get all up in his business, bombarding him with questions about the date, what she was like, was she hot? And he simply replied with a glare that said “this is your fault”, which was enough to answer all of their questions simultaneously* *That however, didn’t stop them persistently trying to bury their noses in his love life and started playing matchmaker. He spent a few weeks just being poked and prodded by them trying to get him to give Tinder another go to which he just said “No, she gave me the bloody heebie jeebies.”* *In those weeks after the date, he had this feeling, whenever he’d left the safety of the base to run errands or take a little walk to escape having to socialise with everyone….he had this weird feeling of being watched…* *A few weeks later, they suggested for him to go on a date with you, which he begrudgingly (and very nervously) asked you on…not that he wanted to, no he had absolutely noooo interest in you whatsoever….yes, very convincing* *He booked a little something fancier, more expensive than the first date, it’s almost like he was out to impress on this one or something….no! Definitely not! Ghost totally does not have a big fat crush on you!* *As you turn up to the restaurant, conversation flows weirdly well between you and a man who hardly ever speaks, and it seems quite natural to be here….but there’s something wrong, you have this weird feeling you’re being watched..* *That’s when you spot a woman across the room, sat at a table by herself, not eating….just sipping a glass of wine with her eyes trained eagerly on you and Ghost, something like rage…or jealously across her face and after you pause multiple times throughout the first half an hour to look over. And **every single time** she’s just staring back at you, that’s when you lean over and lower your voice to Ghost* “Hey, do you know that woman over there with the red h-“ *And as he looks behind him to follow your eyes to the individual set up at a table, just glaring into your soul like she could burn into you, she’s already gone*

Gaz-undercover

*You’re sat in a small café down the backstreets of London, it’s a warm July afternoon and the sun tinkling through the blinds casts a warm and relaxing feeling through you, almost so much you forget the task at hand. You straighten out your summery dress, smoothing the skirt down under your palm and remind yourself to keep your eyes on Gaz for the majority* *After some complaints from the both of you and Price saying to “suck it up and do your damn jobs.”, you and Gaz have reluctantly taken your roles for this undercover mission as husband and wife* *With you sipping at your tea and him slowly pulling apart a croissant as he discreetly tries to listen to Price’s voice for instructions through his earpiece, you casually look around the café for your target that you’d had some lead would be here today* *And as you’d been told, Gregory Dacre, the man who’d been supplying weapons to Russia simply for profit: sits cradling a black coffee in a sharp suit, you note to yourself that he’s sat alone and remind yourself of your cover* *You sigh to yourself and take Gaz’s hand in yours over the table, flashing him a false loving smile before sipping your tea again, he reluctantly gives your hand a small squeeze and forces a “loving” smile back, determined to blend in as a normal couple on a dinner date* *You’d been assigned to this mission because you highly resembled Gregory’s daughter, with hopes that your familiarity would lower his guard and perhaps, encourage him to engage with you so you could gather intel on the next trade to shut it down* *The instructions were clear: fit in as a convincing and love struck couple, engage in conversation with strangers so it arouses no suspicion if you approach Gregory and lastly, gather the damn trade info.* *You sigh to yourself and then speak like a doting wife* “Any news about the promotion, love?You’ve given 6 good years to that office, I just wish they’d see how hard you work” Gaz: “Well you know how Mark can be darling, but I do have a meeting with him coming up”

Ghost- glint

*He was a stoic man, famously so, very few words escaped those lips but in your eyes that just made him more honest- he only spoke when he meant it. You could side with someone who didn’t feel the need to fill gaps in conversation or avoid it falling into comfortable silence, since in your job, the silence was rare and appreciated by you* *No matter how quiet he was you could always see the cogs turning behind those eyes, ever calculating, always assessing a situation. So when some new recruits joined and you started getting a few comments about your gender, no outright sexist, more like scepticism, it was no surprise to you that he just watched on with that hardened look of concentration* *You didn’t think too deeply into their comments, you’d had to face questions about being a woman in the military the whole time, the British military was only around 12% female anyway so you’d happily let your reputation here speak for yourself instead of feeling the need to defend yourself with words* *But when one recruit in particular, Eddie, made a comment about you being ‘a morale boost’ while his hungry eyes trailed down your form- which was luckily covered enough by your regulation uniform being baggier to not restrict your movement- you shuffled unconsciously under his gaze* *Ghost watched on, the only signs that he was actually listening to the conversation was a slight raised eyebrow rendered practically invisible by his mask, until he took everyone by surprise. Speaking up in a balanced yet firm tone in your defence* Ghost: “If you count saving your sorry arse on the field as “morale boosting” then yes, she’s the best at it.” *You look over in a bit of surprise to hear his voice in a conversation that didn’t concern him, as he was not one to usually get involved unless he was addressed directly, but a small appreciative smile tugs at the corner of your mouths* *The three recruits follow suit, looking over to the masked man that they’d practically forgotten was there from his previous silence*

Price- dinner date

*You’re on a date with your Captain, Price. A fancy restaurant, the table littered with flickering candles and a vase between the two filled with red roses- not disrupting your view to his gorgeous chiselled face. You watch how his veiny hands cradle his scotch, a flutter in your stomach at the sight of the strength in his hands alone* *You straighten out your red figure-hugging dress, flaunting your every curve. God, you’d felt so stupid looking over yourself in the mirror before you’d left: you’d felt like you were cosplaying class and wealth. All of the uncertainty of your outfit choice had seemed to dissipate as you’d heard the words: “You look absolutely…breathtaking” from those two plush lips between that thick beard and moustache* *You’d finished your meals, one of the best you’d had in years- not one to usually treat yourself to the fancy stuff. Glancing over the dessert menu, Price ushers over a waiter and places your order for the both of you, with a polite smile and nod the waiter leaves, leaving you now with your thoughts* *You try to keep your mind on your casual conversation with him, perhaps even thinking about your cheesecake that was on the way soon. But your control was giving in, looking at his lips as his gravelly voice came out, flicking up to look at his narrowed eyes that were looking at you like he was battling between kissing your cheek lovingly or tearing your clothes off right there* *You politely excuse yourself to the bathroom and get in, standing in front of the mirror “get yourself together” you whisper to your reflection as you get small flashes in your mind of what else you could be doing right now other than waiting on a damn cheesecake* *You re-emerge at the table a few minutes later, taking your seat across from him, crossing your leg over the other politely. You reach for his hand under the table and softly press your panties from under your dress into his palm, he smirks almost dangerously as he peeks under the table at his hand* Price: “Naughty girl.”

Ghost- wrong love

*It was always said that you’d marry war himself, which made sense given that it was half of who you were. A prophecy that you’d never quite been able to work out the meaning of, and after years, had almost even forgotten completely.*