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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 18+ 𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘰(𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 18+ 𝘰𝘳 20𝘴, 30𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.) 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴(𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧). 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴. 𝘉𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 18+ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨(𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦) 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵(𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴) 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢😣

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺(𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦) 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳(𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦! 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵! 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴/𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨!

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Drunk

Pairing: Soap Mactavish x gf!reader

Summary: Soap goes out for a boy's night with Simon and has a little too much to drink

Word Count: 934

Warnings: none

A/N: took a little longer to get his one out but here ya go :) my requests are open for all characters I write for

Little shorter than I usually write them but I how you enjoy! I tried including more of his Scottish accent so I tried making it accurate! Beware of typos :)

You were snuggled up on the couch watching your favorite reality show with Finn, your and Johnny's border collie, curled up and dozing by your feet. Johnny had gotten back from leave almost a week ago and spent the first few days with you. Tonight though, he went out for a guy's night to the bar with Simon so it was just you and Finn until Johnny inevitably is driven home. Your Scot didn't drink often, but when he did he definitely goes all in.

Suddenly you heard a car door shut and heavy footfalls approach your front door. You got up when a knock sounded and you open it to find Simon standing on your front porch. Johnny was hanging off of Simon's arm and Simon was trying to support him as Johnny rambled on loudly. "He got shit-faced at the bar so I wanted to bring him home," Simon grunted. "I woulda called but I didn't want to bother you," he added. "No that's okay thank you Simon," you said, stepping out and grabbing Johnny.

You wrapped his arm around your shoulders and with a final thank you and goodbye to Simon, you shut the door behind you. "Why, aren't ya a pretty lass!" Johnny exclaimed. "Not as pretty as mine though," he continued, seeming to forget your relationship. "Oh yeah? Is she really that pretty?" You laughed, playing along with him while you steered him toward the bedroom. "Aye! I never saw anyone quite as pretty as her," he affirmed, his words slurring together.

When you got the bedroom you set him on the bed with a flop. You unlaced his shoes and pulled them off his feet and dropped on the floor of the closet. Johnny kept on talking but you couldn't understand much of what he was saying, his words slurring together too much. "It's too fuckin' hot in 'ere!" He complained and you turned around to see him peeling off his shirt. You picked out some clean sweatpants and a t shirt and set them on the bed. "Come on let's get the rest of these clothes off of you," you said, your hands reaching for his belt to help him change his pants. "Fuckin' hell woman what'd I tell ya!" He practically shouted, shoving your hands away and jumping to his feet; although he teetered slightly.

"Johnny!" You said, shocked; he had never raised his voice to you ever, even when he had a little too much too drink. "I already told ya! I'm taken!" He continued. "Johnny what are you talking about?" You asked, slightly bemused. "You oughta be ashamed of yerself trying to fool around with a claimed man," he huffed. Deciding it would be easier to just go along with it you gently pushed him back onto the bed to get him settled. "I've got the prettiest hen waiting for me back home lass," he said, his thick accent getting thicker as he mumbled. "And I'm going to marry her one day," his head fell back against the pillows and in no time at all Johnny was snoring.

Your hand stilled as you were pulling the covers over him and looked at your sleeping boyfriend. You quickly brushed the thought away and covered him with the sheets.

Soap woke up the next morning, groaning and covering his eyes to shield them from the sunlight filtering into the room. The room spun slightly as he sat up and his head throbbed. He couldn't remember much of last night after he and Simon left the bar. He looked over at your side of the bed and you weren't there; smells of eggs and sausages frying told him you were in the kitchen.

He flipped the sheets off of himself and saw on his nightstand were a couple of pain relievers and a small glass of water. You were a saint he thought as he took the pills and gulped down the water to battle the nasty hangover. The bright light hurt his eyes so he squinted as he stood up to change out the jeans he obviously slept in before brushing his teeth. He slowly made his way to the kitchen and saw you cooking breakfast.

"Good morning," you smirked, taking in his disheveled appearance. "How do you feel?" You asked. "Like shite," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling his face into your neck. "I didnae say anything daft did I?" He mumbled into your neck. "Hmmm....you did tell me you had a pretty girlfriend waiting for you when I tried to help you get changed," you mused. And you told me you were going to marry me. But you kept that to yourself.

"Sorry for being so drunk," he apologized, wondering what all you had to put up with. He started getting dizzy so he sat himself at the kitchen table watching you. "Don't worry about it," you planted a kiss on his cheek. "Maybe this will make you feel better," you smiled, and placed a full Scottish breakfast(minus the mushrooms because he didn't like them) in front of him. "Ya really spoil me Bonnie," he said before digging in. You ate with him and couldn't help but let your mind wander to what he had said the previous night. And I'm going to marry her one day. That's what he had said and you wanted to marry Johnny more than anything but he just said that because he was drunk. Right? What you didn't know was that hidden in Johnny's nightstand was an engagement ring that he bought the first day he met you.

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Wooden Birds Pt2 (John Price X Fem!Reader)

Summary ~ Kate Laswell calls you in to help track down stolen missiles.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own Modern Warfare or any of its characters.

Word Count ~ 8k

Warnings ~ COD violence, blood, injuries, choking (not the fun kind), Mild PTSD,

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Part 1

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••••••

It was the middle of the night when Kate Laswell called you, the loud music playing from your phone causing you to gasp quietly and wake up. The light from your phone screen illuminated the dark hotel room around you and makes you squint while you struggled to read the name on your phone.

“Kate?” You asked groggily as you reached over to flip on the lamp and sit up.

“Y/n, I hope I'm not waking you up?” Kate’s voice sounded from the phone as you held it to your ear.

You rubbed your eyes, “Don't worry about it.” You pushed the white sheets of your body and let the cool air hit your skin, “I assume you're not calling just to catch up?”

“How soon can you get to Amsterdam?”

“Amsterdam? Uh, two maybe three hours.” You leaned back against the headboard and stared at the black screen of the tv at the other end of the room, “May I ask why?”

“I’ll brief you when we meet up, I'll text you the address,” Kate said quickly, a few voices speaking in the background, “Price is already on the ground there with Sergeant Garrick, they'll be meeting up with us.”

You looked over at your bags sitting against the wall, “John? What’s he doing in Amsterdam?”

“Business trip.”

You knew what that meant.

“Send me the address Kate, I'll be there as soon as I can.” You said while climbing off the bed and looking for your pants.

“Thank you Y/n.” Kate said a moment before a text from her with an address, “I'll see you in a few hours.”

So with that, you ended the phone call and began gathering your belongings from where they were scattered around the small room. The only sound to fill the room was the quiet humming of the AC unit below the window, the soothing noise had been what lulled you to sleep only a few hours ago.

You grabbed your duffle bag from the floor and heaved it onto the bed before digging around inside for a change of clothes. You knew if Kate was calling you to meet with her and John it was likely going to involve guns and fighting, so you settled for an outfit that was easy to move in, black jeans and a black short sleeve mock neck.

It had been a few months since you had last seen John, he stayed in contact with you as much as possible but due to the nature of your jobs, you could sometimes go months without seeing or hearing from one another.

You and John were super close, you had been for a long time, after everything the two of you had gone through you supposed it was expected for you to grow closer. Kate Laswell paired you both together frequently because of how well you both worked with one another, a lot of times it was like you didn't even need to speak for the other to understand what they were saying. You worked seamlessly together on and off the field.

Even though you knew you had likely been called to meet Kate and John because something had gone wrong you couldn't help but be a bit relieved that you would get to see him, you had missed him.

After gathering all of your clothes and other items you shoved them all into your duffle bag and ran to the bathroom to wash your face and fix your hair, bedhead never made for the best field hair.

It didn't take long for you to be out the door and check out of the hotel. Your car chirped at the far end of the parking lot as you pressed the unlock button on your keys, your duffle bag hanging from your hand and your backpack slung over your shoulder as you walked toward it.

You check the address Kate had sent you and pulled it up on your GPS, it was a parking garage near the center of Amsterdam, you always did like an obscure meeting location.

•••

“Alright, Kate, what's going on?” You asked as you pushed your hands into the pockets of your denim jacket and walked over to where she was leaning against the wall.

Kate did a quick scan of the area with her eyes, confirming that you were both alone before speaking, “Hassan Zyani, you know him?”

You furrowed your brows, “I know the name, what about him?”

“He has American missiles.”

The loud bustling of the streets outside was flowing around the garage as you leaned back against the door of your car.

“How the hell did he get those?”

Kate shrugged, “I don't know, what I do know is he's using Narcos to smuggle things through Amsterdam, John found out where they're having a meeting and he's headed there now.”

“He’s been busy.” You raised a brow.

Kate pushed off the wall and walked to her van that was parked beside you, “You're meeting him at Cafe Gracht, that's where the meeting is happening, Kyle and I are going to move in and take care of any cartel guards in our way.” She slid open the door on the side of the van, “Once we get our guy we’re getting out of here so we can get some answers from him.”

Kate turned back to you and handed a silenced pistol to you, “Cafe Gratch? It close?” You turned the weapon over in your hand before tucking it into the waistband of your pants and pulling your jacket over it.

“Just around the block.”

“Laswell!” A male voice came from the other end of the garage causing both you and Kate to turn your heads toward it.

You smiled when you saw Kyle walking toward you, “Gaz! It's been a while.” You greeted him with a wave as he walked over to you both.

Kyle walked up beside you and smiled, his elbow moving out to nudge your side in greeting, “Alright ladies?”

The contact made your body tense up and caused you to instinctually lean away from him.

You had a weird relationship with physical touch, you didn't always recoil from it, but after what happened in Russia whenever someone touched you whether it was an accident or not it made your skin crawl and your head roar.

“Keeping the captain out of trouble Gaz?” You raised a brow at him.

He grinned, “I try my best.” He shrugged.

“Anything else I need to know Kate?” You looked back at her.

She glanced down at her watch, “Their meeting is in fifteen minutes, you should get going.” She handed you a small earpiece, “Keep in contact.”

You nodded and put the earpiece in, “See you guys soon.” You waved at them both before turning on your heel and walking off toward the busy streets outside.

Amsterdam was a beautiful place, you had been here many times over the years but you had yet to come for anything other than business.

You remembered when you were little your father would tell you stories about all of the places he would visit when he was in the military. You always thought it was so cool that he got to go to so many different places, and now here you were following in his footsteps and you couldn't help but wonder if he would be proud of you or not.

As you walked your eyes scanned the streets around you, your gaze settling on every face that you passed trying to assess whether or not they were a threat. The weight of the gun under your coat makes you all too aware of how exposed you are on the streets should something go wrong.

“John, Y/n, comms check.” Kate’s voice sounded in your ear.

You glanced around once more before speaking, “I hear you.”

“Copy Kate.” John’s rough voice followed yours.

You looked around but you had yet to see John anywhere among the crowds, “I'm almost to the cafe John, where are you?”

“Turn around.”

You froze and whirled around, your eyes settling on the familiar face, “I hope you weren't planning on sneaking up on me John.” You frowned as you stood still and waited for him to catch up to you.

“I wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart.” He gave you a small smile before stopping in front of you.

John knew how you were about people touching you, so he never initiated it because he knew sometimes you just didn't like it, even from him. Something about John though never bothered you, so more often than not you would greet him with a quick hug that he would gladly return.

You smiled and moved forward, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing him tight. John’s arms moved around your back as he squeezed you right back, the hug only lasted for a couple of seconds before you both pulled away from each other and John started walking.

“Kate brief you?” He asked while down over at you.

You nodded, “Missing merchandise?”

“Correct.”

You could feel John’s eyes on you as you walked into the small square and headed for the cafe across the way, his gaze burning into the side of your head as you approached the tables outside. John moved ahead of you and pulled the chair out for you, a quick grin flashing across his face as he moved to the other side of the table and sat down.

“Nice cafe Kate.” You spoke while looking across the table at John, acting as if you were just speaking to him.

“We’re in position watcher.” John said as his eyes drifted over to the table beside you, “two at the table to my three o'clock, one cartel and one Iranian.”

You followed his gaze and noted the men he was talking about.

“How cozy.” Kate said, “What are they up to?”

“Transaction of some kind from the looks of it.” You said while crossing your ankles in front of you under the table.

“Electronically?” kate asked.

“Affirm.” John clasped his hands together on the table.

“They're paying the cartel for something.” Kyle chimed in.

You nodded even though he couldn't see, “We need to figure out what.

“Security?” Gaz asked again.

You noticed John’s eyes move behind you and scan around the square, “Several.”

“I'll deal with them.”

You smirked.

“Well don't take all the fun eh?” John raised a brow.

“Copy, coming your way now.”

You looked across the table and made note of the small changes to his appearance, his beard was trimmed differently than it usually was and he had switched out his usual bucket hat for a grey beanie.

While you kept your eyes on John and the scenery around you both you kept all of your focus on the table to your left, the men sitting around it were talking rather loudly about their plan to move cargo later on tonight.

“0-6, sitrep?” Kate spoke after a few minutes of silence on their end.

John turned his head away from the men when he spoke, “Talking timeline.”

“When are they moving?”

“Tonight.” You told her.

A sigh could be heard through the comms before she spoke again, “Stay on ‘em, we need to know what it is and where it's going.”

“Copy.” John looked over at you with his brows lowered.

You glanced around at the other people around you, a lot of civilians, too many casualties if this went south.

As you listened to the men beside you talk your stomach sank when you heard them mention their cargo, Hassan Zyani headed for the US. A quick glance across the table to meet John’s eyes was all you needed to know he had heard it too.

“Watcher 1.” John looked away from the men, “The cargo is human, one VIP bound for the US.”

“Who John?”

You brought your clasped hands up to rest in front of your mouth, “Major Hassan Zyani.” You informed her.

Kate cursed, “That means he's in Mexico.” Her and Gaz exchanged a few words before she continued, “We need to roll up our cartel friend for a talk.” You knew what kind of talk she meant.

John eyed you carefully, “If Hassan gets a missile anywhere near the US there will be a death toll.” John warned.

“There’s guards all over him, what's the call?” Gaz asked.

You looked around at the crowded square, “There could be more guards here that we don't know about.”

“There’s no time to case the area.” Kate said, “We need a distraction.”

John raised a brow, “I've got something.”

You borrowed your brows and looked at him.

“Meet at the cafe Gaz.” He leaned back against the back of his chair.

You glared over at him with a silent question that he refused to answer as Gaz rounded the corner and walked up beside the table.

John reached his hand under the table and looked up at Gaz, “Take it.”

“The bloody hell is this?” Gaz asked as he grabbed the decoy grenade from his hand.

You weren't even going to ask John why he had that with him.

“Decoy grenade, it'll work,” John told him, “Price to Laswell, let's kick this off.”

As Gas walked away you raised a brow at John, “I don't think I want to know why you had that with you.”

A moment later Kate spoke again, “When panic starts to spread that's when the cartel moves in.”

“And that’s where we come in.” You added.

You sat back in your chair and waited for the chaos the erupt, your eyes bouncing around to look at different people as you tapped your fingers along your thighs.

“You ready Y/n?” John asked quietly as he stood from his chair.

Before you could respond the loud sounds of the decoy grenade came from the alley Gaz had taken it.

“That's our queue.” You sighed and stood.

People around you had begun to panic after hearing the loud noise, men and women getting up from the cafe and moving to leave along with the cartel members. So, you and John moved to follow behind him as Gaz informed you he was on his way.

You pulled your gun from your waistband and moved up on one of the guards while John went for your target. The guard you were going for turned around but before he could react you drove your elbow up into his nose and fired a shot into his chest, dropping him to the ground.

John grabbed the man he was going for and held his gun to his back, “Shut your mouth, follow me.” He hissed in his ear.

“Watcher, package is secure and we are headed your way.” You spoke into your ear while stepping behind John to watch his back as he lead the man forward.

Two men ran around the corner of a building with their guns drawn and you immediately raised yours, “John, move now!” You yelled back at him as you fired at the two men, “Gaz give him cover!” You ducked behind the tree along the street and shot at another cartel member.

John pushed the man behind a trash can and ducked with him, “Watcher-1 we are taking fire, three hostiles to our south!” John’s voice boomed in your ear as you shot at another man, your bullets hitting their mark and dropping him to the ground.

The three of you successfully took out the cartel members by the time Kate spoke again, “Alright you guys, police are on their way and they're three minutes out. We need to wrap this up.”

You noticed the SUV pull up down the street with Kate in the driver's seat and hauled yourself to your feet. Your knee aching slightly from where you had dropped onto it while shooting and you were sure it would be bruised later.

John pushed the man down onto the ground and climbed on top of him, using his legs to hold his arms at his side while he called for Gaz to bring the syringe he had.

While they took care of him you kept your eyes on the square, most of the people who were there had run as soon as the gunfire started but there were still a few that hung around and made you a bit nervous.

“Y/n, let's go!” John called from behind you.

You turned around and saw John and Kyle drag the now unconscious man to his feet, both of them draping his arms over their shoulder so they could move him toward the SUV Kate had brought. You ran in front of them while tucking your gun away and opened the back door so the guys could put the man in the back seat.

Once he was in the seat Gaz moved around to the other side and climbed into the back row of seats while John told you to take shotgun and he sat next to your new friend.

“Good job everyone.” Kate looked over at you and then back at the guys before speeding off down the street, “We need to find where they're moving Hassan and intercept him.”

You settled back in your seat and rubbed your palm over your knee.

“We’ll wake him up and have a little chat,” John said from behind you.

“How do you know he’ll talk?” Gaz asked from the back seat.

Kate let out a breathy chuckle, “I can be very persuasive.”

•••

You hate to admit it but this was far from the first time you found yourself in a warehouse with a man tied to a chair, it was a shockingly regular occurrence for you.

The cold metal of the shipping container you were leaning against had bled through your coat onto your back sending a chill down your spine. Your arms were crossed over your chest and your eyes were fixed on the man tied to the chair, his head drooped forward and his chin pressed against his chest.

“How long is that stuff supposed to last Kate?” You asked while keeping your eyes on the man.

Kate looked up from where she stood next to John, the two of them going over a few things on her laptop.

“Shouldn't last too much longer.” She told you.

John left her side and walked over to you, his posture straight as he stopped in front of you, “You want to go keep watch outside?” He asked quietly, keeping his voice low so only you could hear him.

You looked behind him at the man slumped over in the chair, “That alright?”

He nodded, “Yeah, the three of us can handle it.”

“Thanks.” You gave him a short smile, “How did Hassan get the missiles?” You changed the subject.

“Don't know, right now Shephard is only worried about getting them back,” John explained.

You scoffed, “General Shephard.” You pushed off the wall you were leaning against, “Who else do we have on this?” You raised a brow at him.

“Sergeant MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley.”

“Soap and Ghost eh?”

John crossed his arms over his chest, “They're the ones who found the missiles.”

“John, you ready?” Kate spoke up from behind you both.

John studied your face for a moment longer before turning away from you, “Let's talk to our new friend yeah?”

You excused yourself and walked out of the warehouse just as the man’s screams started to echo around the building. You set your gaze on the small stack of crates outside the door and walked over to sit on top of them, the sounds inside the warehouse dulling when the door clicked closed behind you.

Crossing your legs in front of you, you leaned back against the metal wall behind you. You tuned out the sounds of the screaming inside as best you could but no matter how hard you tried you could still hear it.

Despite the cold temperature outside your skin still started to feel clammy, your chest feeling hot as you pressed your head back against the wall. You quickly slipped your jacket off so you were left in just your shirt, your arms now exposed to the chill air making your body start to cool down.

You sighed and looked down at your arms, your eyes landing on the large indent along your forearm. The pale scar in the shape of a bite mark was a permanent reminder of why you couldn't handle interrogations anymore.

The first time you had been present for an investigation after what happened in Russia had been a complete shit show.

It was nearly a year after you had been cleared for field work again, your mission was infiltrating a terrorist cell with a group of men. Everything went perfectly and you had your man, but soon as the interrogation started and the man started screaming it was like your mind just shut down and all you could think about was being back in that room with Barkov.

You had been sent back to base and weren't allowed back in the field for another month when the shrinks cleared you again.

John knew all about how much interrogations affected you, so whenever he was there he made sure to excuse you from them.

Absentmindedly you started running your fingers along the large dented scar on your arm, the uneven texture beneath your fingertips allowing you to take your mind off of the man inside and the way he was screaming.

Your eyes scanned the area around you, the large stacks of shipping containers and the water that ran alongside the warehouse, the dock had been mostly empty when you arrived which was why you settled on this location.

Slow even breaths fell from your lips as you focused on the cool air around you and let your eyes wander around the docks. The stacks of shipping containers acted as walls around you and blocked your view, but they also blocked you from the view of others.

The door opened to your left and your eyes snapped over to it only to see Kyle walking out with his hands raised slightly.

“Didn't mean to startle you.” He cringed slightly.

You waved him off, “Don't worry about it,” You assured him it was fine, “How are things in there?” You nodded toward the wall.

“Kate was right about being persuasive.” Kyle’s eyes flickered down to your scarred arm, “Price sent me to come and get you.”

You nodded and hopped down off the crate, swinging your jacket over your arm to cover the scar from view, “They get what we needed from him?”

He held the door open, “Yes ma'am.”

“Good.”

Following Kyle inside your eyes landed on the man who was once again unconscious in the chair, this time he was covered in sweat and his hands were bleeding, you pulled your eyes from him and looked at John.

“Well?” Your voice bounced around off of the metal containers.

John walked over to you, “They're taking Hassan across the border tonight.” He explained.

You frowned, “We can't get there in time, do we have anyone stationed there we can trust?” You looked back at Kate who was already on the phone me with someone.

“Laswell knows someone.” John noticed your jacket slung over your arm, “You alright?”

Kyle must have taken that as his queue to leave because he walked over to join Kate.

“I'm good.” You nodded.

John knew you better than that though, “How much did you hear?” He stepped closer to you so he was blocking the man in the chair from your view.

“Enough, I'm good though.” You put on a smile, “don't worry.”

“You sure?” He motioned to the way you had your arm covered.

You nodded.

•••

Everything that happened in the next twenty-four hours seemed to go by in slow motion even though you were rushing around for most of it.

Kate had enlisted the help of an old friend of hers, Colonel Alejandro Vargas with the Mexican special forces. Shepherd had sent Soap and Ghost to met up with Colonel Vargan in Las Almas where they had tracked Hassan.

Hassan was holed up in a cartel safe house and after a run-in with the Mexican army who was working with The cartel, the group finally managed to capture Hassan and get him into their custody along with the help of Shadow Company.

After questioning Hassan in the middle of nowhere and going through everything on his phone the guys, unfortunately, had to let Hassan go after Kate told them to. Keeping him would have been taken as an act of war and that was not something that they wanted. So ultimately Hassan was released after everything they went through to get him.

His phone did prove to be useful however and you were able to find out about an old fish hatchery that was being used by the cartel as a smuggling front.

Kate had formulated a plan for infiltrating the hatchery, she would be out in the water on a boat while You, Kyle, and John were on the ground. From the boat, Kate would be able to watch the coast for them and provide exfil when you were ready.

John had pushed back against her a bit, the idea of Kate being left alone not sitting well with any of you. So, you volunteered to stay on the boat with her, and that was enough to ease John’s nerves.

Before you set off for the hatchery John had pulled you aside his hand loosely holding your arm for a second before he dropped it, “be safe out there yeah?” He looked down at you.

You nodded, “I will if you will.”

“Deal.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the top of your head before quickly pulling back, “See you on the other side.”

With the lingering feeling of John’s lips on your skin, you and Kate went on your way while John and Kyle went their own way.

“Watcher 1 to bravo, we’re in position half a click off the coast, and the structures are visible. What's your status?” Kate asked as she stared down the scope of her gun at the coastline.

You shifted your hips so you were resting on one knee as you held your own gun in your hand, your eyes moving to look down the scope at the various structures on the hill.

“We are set at our firing point, eyes on a pair of armed targets hiding in the field.” Price’s hushed voice came through your earpiece.

Kate leaned away from her rifle, “You're green-lit, execute when able.”

“Stand by.”

The two of you waited in silence for the guys to check in again, nearly a minute went by before you spoke.

“Bravo, what do you have?” You moved your scope to the top of the hill, “Bravo how copy?” You spoke again.

“Solid Watcher, two down,” John said.

Kate nodded, “copy that, move forward, and see what you can find.”

As the two of you waited on the boat you kept your eye on the hatchery where several armed cartel members were milling about, you made note of the few unarmed civilians you saw as well. There were three main structures along The hill, two large warehouse-like buildings, and the lighthouse that was closer to the top of the hill.

“Bravo-6, what's your status?” Kate asked again, she wanted to keep close tabs on the guys since they were on their own up there.

“We’ve got transports moving north of our position,” John informed her.

“One of them is hauling a container, it may have the missiles.” Kyle chimed in.

Both you and Kate shared a look, “Copy, that's what we’re here for.” Kate stepped away from her gun and let it rest along the railing, “We are moving along the coast for a better view, stay on it.”

You leaned back on your heels as Kate moved to the controls, the engine of the bit roaring to life a moment before she drove it farther up the coast and closer to the lighthouse.

As you waited you listened to John and Gaz talk, the two of them bouncing back and forth about different reasons why cartels and terrorists would be working together.

“What’s the common ground?” Kyle asked

You leaned back against the side of the boat, “Territory and fresh blood, they can both help each other out.” You explained.

“They both attract the youth, always a long line of new recruits.” Kate said as she turned the boat off again and walked back to join you on the floor.

You looked up at the cloud-covered sky, your eyes finding different shapes in the clouds before you turned your attention back to the coast. You noticed the trucks that John had mentioned earlier coming up over the top of the hill and heading down toward one of the buildings.

The sound of the water lapping against the side of the boat reminded you of the white noise you would play to help yourself sleep sometimes. After all the years you had spent sleeping on base and sleeping around other people you had grown used to the noise and often found yourself unable to fall asleep if it was quiet.

“I think it's going to rain Kate.” You hummed as you pulled away from your scope once more.

You saw her look over at you out of the corner of your eye, “What makes you say that?”

“My arm is tingling.” You deadpanned.

She stared at you, “Seriously?”

You smirked, “No, look at the clouds.”

Kate sighed loudly and you knew she was rolling her eyes, “Smart Alek.”

“Laswell?” Kyle spoke through the comms.

Kate sat up on her knees and pulled away from her rifle, “Talk to me, Garrick.”

“You done this before?”

You furrowed your brows at the question.

“Mmm, many times sergeant, since you were in diapers.” Kate hummed.

You it back a laugh.

“Well, in fairness, he was probably potty trained by then Kate…” John said, and you could tell he was smirking slightly just from his tone.

“Still am sir.” Kyle chuckled.

You grinned, “Remind us to check your ghillie suite when we are done eh? Yours too John.”

“You're on Y/n.”

“This is going to be in my final report you know.” Kate reminded you.

•••

“Watcher this is Bravo, we are moving into the tunnel now.” John informed you.

You leaned back in the seat behind the boat’s controls, “Be careful you two.”

“Remember, we are a small team so if they call in reinforcements it goes real bad real quick.” Kate cautioned.

“Just get down in those tunnels, check around for the missiles, and get out alright?” You rested your rifle across your lap and eyed the water around you with wary eyes.

“Copy that.” John said before the comms went silent again.

Both of the main hatchery buildings had been empty, the only thing Gaz found inside were some blueprints of a tunnel system beneath the lighthouse. So, that's where he and John were headed.

On the horizon, you noticed a handful of boats heading straight for you and waved Kate over.

“Watcher to Bravo, be advised multiple boats approaching our position,” Kate said while keeping her gaze on the boats.

“You need help?” Kyle asked.

You furrowed your brows, “could be fishermen, stay on mission you two.”

Slowly the group of boats got closer and closer to your position, you and kate quickly stowed your weapons out of view in case they were just fishermen but kept them within reach in case they weren't.

You counted three boats altogether.

“Moving down to the next level of tunnels, you two okay?” John asked after a few minutes of silence.

Kate leaned against the wall beside you, “Boats are still closing, no trouble yet.”

A long sigh could be heard from John through the comms, “I don't like this.”

You looked down at your boots, “Comes with the job I'm afraid John.” You sighed, “We’ll be fine.”

Keeping your eyes on the boat you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your stomach, it was like something was trying to tell you that something was wrong.

As the boats got closer you noticed the men on board, all of them armed.

“Kate, I think we have problems here.” You looked over at her.

John spoke through the comms to tell you the cave they found was empty and you could see the frustration in Kate’s eyes.

“We are directly across from that cave John, we’ve got trouble out here.” She told him while you moved to grab your rifle again.

“Boats are closing in, looks like AQ.” You cursed and moved to duck below the edge of the boat just as the gunfire started from the boats.

Two boats came up on either side of yours and men started jumping on board, you fired at them and dropped two before a man came up behind you and grabbed you. A loud grunt left your lips as you pulled the knife from your belt and swung it backward sinking the blade into his head and causing him to loosen his hold on you.

Once you were free you pulled your knife from his head and turned to find Kate, your eyes landed on her being picked up by two men and pulled onto their boat.

“Kate!” You yelled and moved to grab the pistol the man had dropped.

You fired at one of the men holding her when a sharp pain went through the side of your arm as a bullet grazed your skin, you continued to shoot until the gun ran out of ammo and Kate was out of view.

Another pair of arms wrapped around you and held your arms tight against your side so you could fight back, you moved to drop your weight forward to the ground in an attempt to throw them off of you but an arm wrapped aroud your neck and squeezed.

You reached behind you and tried to claw at your attacker's face to get them off of you but it was no use, they only squeezed harder.

Black spots floated around your vision as you fought to stay awake, John’s voice echoing in your head as he yelled at you through the comms.

The last thing you heard before your vision went black was him cursing and calling your name again.

•••

They were taking you to Al Mazrah, that much you had gathered in the short periods that you were conscious. You hadn't seen Kate since they grabbed her from the boat and you were beginning to worry they had killed her.

You were less worried about yourself and more worried about her as they loaded you up into the back of an armored truck with three armed guards, all of whom had guns pointed at you.

You knew all too well that if they got you across the border into Al Mazrah you would likely never be found, that fact sat like a ton of bricks in the pit of your stomach.

As you sat with your hands cuffed to the floor you stared at your wrists, the old scars wrapped around them in the same place the cuffs sat earning your whole attention. You forced your mind to go somewhere else as the men around you shattered back and forth in Arabic, your knowledge of the language wasn't the best but you were able to make out that they were talking about you.

It didn't take long for you to zone out completely as you stared down at your wrists, your mind working on overdrive to try and figure out a way out of your current situation. Any solutions you worked up ended with you getting shot and killed.

Your breathing was slow and even as you reminded yourself how to breathe, your mind took you anywhere but where you were squished between two armed men.

The truck around you bounced around as it drove over the bumpy ground, the men beside you continuously pressing against your arms making you tense up.

The truck was too small.

Too cramped.

You counted slowly in your head as your breathed to keep yourself calm.

Inhale, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Hold, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Exhale, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

You repeated this over and over in your head like it was your mantra, the simple act of breathing slowly being enough to keep your mind and body calm.

The sound of the truck engine roaring around you was an almost soothing sound, it helped to calm your mind as you breathed.

From the front of the truck, you heard the driver yell back at the three men who were with you, something about rebels moving in from the north.

You furrowed your brows and listened closely to what they were saying, you could only make out bits and pieces of their conversation but you gathered that the Urzikstan rebels were moving in on the caravan.

Farah.

You straightened your back and stared at the man across from you, your eyes dropping to his gun.

“What are you looking at?” He hissed while looking down his nose at you.

You knew that if Farah was coming it was likely because John had enlisted her help, that fact alone gave you a bit of hope that you would get out of this.

A loud explosion sounded from somewhere at the back of the caravan, the force of it shaking the truck around you.

The guards at your sides tightened their grip on their guns as you felt the truck lurch forward and speed up, Farah’s forces were closing in.

You tilted your head up and bit back the pained grunt that caught in your throat, the skin around your neck was still sore from being choked on the boat and you were sure it was bruised as well.

The sounds of motorcycles outside the truck earned your attention as well as the guards, their eyes moving back to look out the small windows along the truck before giving each other nervous glances.

They were afraid, that much was clear.

You gently pulled up on your arms to test the cuffs, the chain attached to the floor pulling the metal down against your skin. You tugged a little harder and noticed the slight give in the chain, the cuffs loosening up just slightly but it was enough to tell you that if you pulled hard enough you could break the chain loose from the floor.

As the truck made a sharp turn you were forced to lean against the man beside you, your mind recoiling at the contact and you forced yourself to sit upright.

The truck sped up once more and the roaring of the engine grew louder and louder, and so did the gunfire and the explosions.

You knew the truck was getting closer to the border and that meant time was running out, John and Farah could follow you over it.

You barely had time to process what was happening when the truck was hit by another vehicle, the force of the impact was enough to push the truck up onto one set of wheels and tip it onto its side.

The men around you cursed loudly as you were all thrown forward, the action making your wrists pull against the chain hard enough for it to break away from the floor and the chain dropped against your head.

You didn't waste a single second and immediately moved to grab hold of one of the guard's rifles, as soon as the weapon was in your cuffed hands you shot at the man in front of you.

The sound of the man’s cries being cut short as you shot him in the chest filled the truck as the other two guards scrambled for their weapons. You were faster than them though and pushed yourself upright so you could aim at them, two of your shots hit their mark and dropped one of the guards but the other one already had his hands on a gun and fired at you.

The bullet hit your shoulder and you cried out in pain as you kicked your legs out, your boots connecting with his stomach and knocking the wind from his lungs. This gave you enough time to move forward and swung another hit at his face.

The man cursed at you under his breath as he grabbed your leg and pulled you toward him. You swung the chain still connected to your handcuffs and wrapped it around his neck, you used what little momentum you had to push him back with your knees and move so you were behind him.

With the chain wrapped around his neck, you grabbed a hold of it and pulled as hard as you could, the chain slowly tightening around his neck as he clawed at it to try and free himself. You kept pulling on the rope as blood dripped from your shoulder, your knees pressed against the man’s shoulder blades as you held your breath.

You kept pulling on the chain even after his body went still, his chest stopped rising and falling and his face was turning blue.

The bullet in your shoulder started aching as you loosened your grip, your eyes snapping toward the door at the back of the truck as voices sounded outside and started I open it.

You pushed the man off of you with your legs and grabbed a hold of the rifle next to you. Your body moved before your mind could catch up with it as you aimed down the site at the door of the truck.

The light pouring into the truck when the door opened made you squint, your gun still raised as you stared at the familiar face in front of you.

Kyle holstered his own gun and held his hands up in front of himself, “Hey, you're good.” He said gently before glancing off to the side, “Captain! I found her.”

Your breathing was still heavy as you lowered your gun but kept it held firmly in your hands.

John came into view and his eyes softened as he took in the bodies laying around you, “Hey, Y/n, put the gun down okay?” He said softly as he ducked and climbed into the sideways truck, his hand held up in front of him as he moved.

You dropped the gun on the ground and stared at John, “Kate, you have to get Kate.” You said, your voice hoarse from the pain in your throat.

“She's fine, we got her.” John said while motioning for you to move toward him, “Come on, we need to get outta here before more AQ soldiers come.” He explained while reaching out and grabbing your arm.

You immediately flinched and pulled your arm away from him, a silent apology lying behind your tired eyes.

“Want me to get those cuffs off of you?” John asked quietly while moving his hand to his vest where he always kept a set of keys for them.

You nodded and held your arms up.

He took extra care while unlocking the cuffs to make sure he didn't touch you, he didn't take it personally because he knew you would be on the for a while before you calmed back down.

“Captain, we need to move,” Kyle said from where he was standing outside the truck.

John hovered behind you as you moved past him, his eyes staying on you and his arms out ready to steady you should you need it.

Your shoulder was throbbing as you climbed out of the truck and a good up straight.

“You take all three of them out?” Kyle asked as he stepped up beside you, he let his distance though and you appreciated it.

You nodded while searching behind you for John, “The truck tipped and gave me an opening.” You explained.

“She’s good at holding her own.” John stepped up beside you and must have given Kyle a look because the sergeant excused himself to go load up in one of the vehicles.

John stepped in front of you and moved in as close as he could without touching you, “You alright?” He asked while scanning your face, his eyes lingering on your bruised neck for a few seconds longer.

Your eyes dropped to his chest and you inhaled slowly before nodding, “I will be.” You said quietly.

“We’ll get back to base and get you patched up, that sound good?” He dipped his head so he could look at you.

You nodded and reached your hand out to grab his pinkie, the small bit of contact was enough for you to feel safe.

It wasn't until the car ride back to Farah’s base that the events of the last few days finally caught up with you, the exhaustion you had felt ever since Kate called you that night in your hotel finally taking its toll on you.

You were sitting in the back seat of a truck next to John and your head was resting against his shoulder as you slept soundly, John kept his eyes on you as you slept and watched the way your shoulders moved as you breathed.

He would never admit it to you or anyone else but when you were taken on that boat he was scared, he was terrified he would lose you and he didn't know how to handle that.

You meant more to John than he had ever told you and the idea of losing you terrified him.

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Dreaming with Rain

Major lack of soap content on this damn app, here to feed the bicep girlies. First post kinda shy… mostly an excuse to get dirty with soap. Might cross-post on AO3 I’ll lyk

Minors DNI, 18+NSFW under the cut.

Soap x Reader

CW: Fluff, Cuddling, NSFW, Hot steamy sex, mutual pining if you squint, impreg, creampie, talk about babies, Johnny Mctavish has a big cock and its canon, fingering, I did my best at Scottish dirty talk, established relationship

Not proofed. Kinda started as a drabble, written in notes app so if it’s formatted weird that’s why. And if it sounds like a self-insert… no it doesn’t . You/Your. MC has ‘female’ parts and is referred to as a girl. Hate that there’s not more gennetrual soap content out there., and yet I still don’t contribute,, as a genderqueer person..anyway

The sun was setting, its warm light cast through your living room window, and streaks of pink and orange began to crawl up the walls. You watched the pretty sky from your spot on the tub in the bathroom. It had been a busy day already, and your feet ached from all the running around you did.

Johnny was due back sometime next week, and you busied yourself with cleaning and prepping for his return. It’s the longest you two had been away from each other since you decided to get together. You knew his job kept him distant, and each day he was gone seemed to grow longer. Originally when you first started dating, you thought his random leave of absences were due to him playing ‘hard to get’. But after a rough night of hard whiskey, truths were told about his real job.

You feared for his safety. He’d constantly assure you that he played smart, and you had confidence he was perfectly capable, but it ultimately did nothing to sooth the wrench in your gut.

The past weeks without him had been lonely. You were used to living alone for so long and it had never bothered you before, but the moment his sunshiny personality brightened your doorstep- you were suddenly aware of everything you were missing.

You stood from the tub and tightened the robe across your waist. Freshly clean and shaven you felt a little better and a slight ease wrapped its way around your shoulders. He would be home soon. Just another week.

You walked into your room to get dressed and eyed your phone on the nightstand. No new notifications.

Of course not.

Johnny didn’t take his personal phone with him on missions- he’d never compromise your safety like that. It was an honorable gesture, but you hated not even being able to have any contact with him.

There was a journal tucked neatly into the top drawer, every night he was gone you made a habit of filing a page out for him. Small letters, notes, mostly boring entries about your day. All the things you wished you could talk to him about. Things you didn’t want to forget to tell him when he came back.

He was the one who suggested it first, and so it became routine.

You slipped on some boxer shorts and a crewneck and sat on the edge of your bed, thumbing through the pages. What could you write about tonight?

‘Miss you’ you started, as always.

‘The old woman at the grocery store asked about you today. Said she’d never see me come alone before. I don’t know how- I’ve been shopping there since before I met you.’ A dry laugh left your lips.

‘Your presence is missed all over.’

A soft pitter patter tapped at the glass of your porch door. It started raining, how fitting.

‘It’s like even the world knows.’

A knock at your door pulled you from your notebook, you tossed the pen and pad onto the dresser and hurried to the front. It was almost dark, and you hadn’t planned on any visitors.

A spring of hope flashed into your chest when you saw car lights flash and the beep of its lock.

Undoing the deadbolt you swung the door open.

There stood Johnny, a stupid grin on his face and flowers in his hands.

“Johnny..”

You flung yourself to him, and he caught you with ease, the flowers crushed and forgotten between your two chests.

His arm quickly wrapped around your waist, and his head buried in the crook of your neck and shoulder. His beard was longer, and the scruff scratched against your soft skin. You let out a sigh and he inhaled in the same breath- your hearts both beating against their cages, trying to reach the other.

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill.

The rain slowly grew heavier and it began to pool at your bare feet.

“Lass,” Johnny mumbled, “the rain.”

Your arms held him tight around his neck, and you had to stand on your toes to get as close to him as you could. The arm on your waist tightened and he lifted you with ease, your legs wrapping around his center as he walked you backwards inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He set you down and your feet slowly touched the soft carpet. You whined as he pulled away slightly to look at you. Your eyes met and the corner of his crinkled up with his smile.

“Hello.”

“Hello, bonnie.”

“You weren’t due until next week.”

He shrugged and set his duffel bag and some gear onto the floor with a heavy thwump.

“Yer complaining?”

“No.” You answered immediately.

His smile grew as he took the rest of his stuff off with a heavy sigh. You stood inches away watching him as he crouched down to unlace his boots. Once off he easily scooped you up into his arms bridal style, and carried you into the back room.

You plopped on the bed with a yelp, and he lowered his body over yours, covering you completely, his lips immediately finding yours.

You moaned into the kiss right away, his scruff scratched at your cheeks and made your lips raw, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. His breath was warm and you melted into him.

“Johnny,” you breathed out, “I missed you.”

He huffed into your lips, “Aye lass,” his kiss softened.

“I’ve missed you.”

—————

His kisses wandered down, over your jaw and he nipped at your neck, calloused hands roaming up your body. Making quick work of removing your crewneck, his body pressed more firmly against yours and you could feel his hardness press against the inside of your thighs.

You wriggled in his grasp as his touches began to get desperate and rough, hips jutting into yours. Your back arched off the bed as his teeth scraped against the soft of your chest, your hands pulling at the rough fabric of his sweater.

He took the hint and pulled away just enough to rip it off, immediately going back to your lips and bruising your waist. You wormed under him as your chests rubbed together, the taught muscle of him felt so perfect up against you. Johnny was home, and you’d never felt more secure.

Groans escaped him when you bucked your hips up, seeking more friction, his jeans were rough and rubbed your thighs raw. The wetness from the rain made his scent even more inciting and you dragged your hands down, seeking him.

“Let me take care of you.” You blurted through the kiss, and he moaned at the thought of your tiny mouth wrapped around his aching cock. You palmed him through his pants, fingers barely even able to grab at all of him, so you settled with rubbing at his swollen head.

“Fuckin’ christ,” he gasped out and ground his hips down into your hands.

He pushed himself up on one forearm just above your head, his other hand unbuckling his belt and his zipper, kicking off his pants and removing everything else, until it was just the both of you in your underwear.

His eyes met yours as he crawled his way up your body again, hands roaming up your thighs and touching every part of your body.

“You can have yer way wi’ me,” his voice got deep and gravely and it shook something inside of you- somehow growing impossibly wetter.

“And I promise to fuck you properly later,” his hand came up and over your own boxers, and his fingers dipped under the band, seeking the center of your warmth.

“But right now I need to be inside ya, love.” His thick fingers rubbed through your folds, finding your clit immediately and you shook under him, gasp and moans spilling from your lips.

He watched you from above with a cocky smirk, sinking one digit into your wet hole making you quiver and shake. You grabbed onto his bicep as you trembled, thicker and meatier than any part on your body. The hard muscle twitched under your touch and you ground yourself into his hand.

“That’s a girl,” he coaxed as he pushed another finger into you. He watched you, eyes like a hawk seeing every movement you made under him. His hardness twitched against your hip and you rolled into him- edging him on.

At three fingers now, he curled them upwards, hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over again, and a sob raked through your body as you came all over his fingers.

Your eyes squeezed shut as he continued to ride your orgasm out with you, milking all that he could. His palm drenched in your slick, thumb rubbing circles against your swollen clit.

“Christ.” He sighed out, yanking your boxers off completely, his joining your discarded clothes on the floor.

His cock slapped up in between your bodies and he jutted his hips down into you, smothering your body between the mattress and him, until all your senses were wrapped up in nothing but him. You could still smell the ash and powder from gunfire as he pressed his body into yours.

Your hands grabbed at his hair and he dug his face into your neck again. Lubing himself up with your wetness, he rubbed against your core.

“Hurry Johnny,” you whined out, wriggling your hips to try to position him lower, legs spreading wide.

“Please I need you.”

He chuckled in response.

“Desperate are we?”

“Only for you.”

He sighed and positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing slowly.

You both groaned as he entered you, inch by inch. His incredible thickness stretching you out as if for the first time all over again.

“Y’alright, love?” He gritted out, forcing himself to slow his pace, finally bottoming out inside you. His voice was breathy and accent thick with lust.

It took a second for you to respond with a nod of your head, not trusting your voice. Your core burned, and you felt so full.

“Yer words bonnie, use em.” He pulled away to get a better view of you from above. You looked so small and innocent under him, he almost felt bad for wanting to ruin you. His cock jumped at his dirty thoughts and you couldn’t help but moan and clench around the feeling of him- a loopy grin on the both of your faces.

“I thought you were going to fuck me, Mctavish.”

A strangled whine escaped him, and he instinctively ground out into you, slamming against your cervix. Your body bucked with his, and he instantly felt into an excruciatingly slow pace.

Being with Johnny was normally slow and deep like this, afraid he would hurt you he always tried to keep himself under control. You wish he’d just let go, but he still found ways to fuck you with every ounce of desperation. You were always full and smothered with him, impossible to get away. Lacking nothing- except air.

Even now with one hand gripped at the plush of your hips, dragging you down into his cock with every thrust, and the other arm wrapped around your temples, palm flat against the top of your head so he can fuck into you deeper.

You could feel your body prick with heat, and your vision blurred more and more with every slam and thrust.

“Fuck, Johnny.” You cried.

“Al’ready on it, love.” He ground out into your ear, breath heavy and hot as it fanned over your neck and chest.

The thrust of his hips grew sloppy and rough, and he groaned every time your skin slapped together, the naughty wet noises ringing in your ears. You’re sure your face and neck were beet red.

“Baby,” you bit out into his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your back completely, pulling you slightly off the mattress and into him even more. Somehow he went deeper in this position. His thighs and knees bucked under you for support- his chest still flush with yours. Nipples raw as they rubbed against his pecks.

“Fuck I missed you.”

“Were you lonely?” He ground out and sighed into you neck, barely above a whisper.

“Always.” You responded, scratching you nails down his hard back, and tugging at the base of his hair. Eliciting a heavy groan in response.

“Should I fuck a bairn into ye then?” He pulled his head away from your shoulder to smother your lips with his again, tongue invading every crevice of your mouth.

“Make sure y’canna be lonely again?” He continued and the jerk of his hips became desperate and carnal.

Your core clenched in response, sucking him in so deep that he’d never leave. It was enough though, and your second orgasm ripped though you, rippling heavy from your chest down through your abdomen making your toes curl.

“Jesus lass, So. Fecking. Tight.” He slammed his cock into you, one.. two.. three more times before his own release spilled from his body- spraying against your womb in hot and thick spurts.

You felt somehow fuller, and could feel it as he spilled out of you, down the both of your thighs and onto the sheets below.

It took a handful of gasps and breaths before you both calmed enough to come back to your senses. Johnny stayed hard inside of you, relentless, but eased the both of you into a more comfortable position on your sides. You wrapped a leg around him and he hid his face in the warmth of your chest- arms tangling.

After a while your breathing grew softer and slowed.

“Oi,” he pinched at your waist and you twitched against him. “Don’t go falling asleep on me. I just got ye back.”

Your core clenched again and he ground himself into you gently in response. A sigh left your lips and you spoke into his hair.

“Did you mean what you said? About a..”

“A bairn?”

You hummed and it took him a minute to respond.

“Aye lass, if it would make ye happy.”

“You make me happy Johnny.”

You both stayed silent for a moment, contemplating and enjoying the presence of the other.

“I know I canna be here all the time-

“I knew what I was getting into.” You countered. Your grip on him tightening slightly. “There’s nothing for you to apologize about.”

“Aye..” he mumbled out again.

“But there could be a piece of me wi’you, no? Someone to keep looking after for, while I’m gone.” He pulled away slightly and rose so he could look you in the eyes.

You smiled and graced his lips with a gentle kiss. He kept his eyes on you as you lowered yourself deeper into the mattress and let the sleepiness sink through you.

“Mmm,” you mumbled, and he pulled a blanket over the both of you. “Mayhaps..”

And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself dream. Johnny whispering sweet things into your ear as you let yourself go.

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