Simon "Ghost" Riley
the little things (fluff) - Five times Soap questions the relationship between Ghost and the 141’s Medic, and the one time he gets an answer. little treasures, life's pleasures (fluff) - Now that Soap knows when to pay attention, he realizes you and Ghost aren’t as subtle as you think you are. life's little comforts (fluff/angst) - Soap finally gets a better glimpse into your relationship with the Lieutenant- even if it’s not the way he wants. our little secret (fluff/mild angst) - Soap finally gets all of his answers- and then some. daisies and daffodils (fluff/slight angst) - You picture your own home, lying in bed as you watch Simon cradle a child that looks just like him to his chest, a soft lullaby drifting from his unmasked lips to your son’s ears- a secret just between the two of them. we lay, my love and i (fluff) - Rare are the days you get to wake up next to Simon, and rarer are the mornings when you wake up before him. the scent of oranges (fluff) - In the time you and Simon have been together, you’ve come to learn a plethora of ways to deal with your worry. we know what we are (but not what we may be) (fluff) - You’ve been a medic for years, since long before you ever met Simon—which is why you’re surprised it takes you so long to realize what’s wrong. come on, someone, take off your mask (angst) - From the moment Price introduced you to the team, Ghost has felt nothing for you but pure, unfiltered hatred. i'm here just for the moment (so pour me another) (fluff) - Three drinks, tops. That’s what Soap had promised you.
John Price
the feel of velvet (fluff) - In truth, it’s nothing you haven’t done before- how many times did you play the deadly seductress in your working years- but that had been before you were married, before you had a reason to come home. a designer dress from heaven and your dirty wedding ring (angst/fluff/series) - prologue | ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9 | ch. 10 |
Phillip Graves
call me back darlin' (you ain't the same) (angst) - You don’t know who this man is, but he isn’t your Phillip. hire a hitman to take care of you (and end it like lovers do) (rivals to lovers) - He keeps his hands up, turning slowly until he’s fully facing you. You’ve never seen this man before in your life.
Counting Magpies (Multiple x Reader)
one for sorrow (angst) - john "soap" mactavish x reader two for mirth (fluff) - kyle "gaz" garrick x reader three for a wedding (fluff) - simon "ghost" riley x reader four for a birth (fluff) - alejandro vargas x f!reader five for silver (fluff/mild angst) - john price x reader six for gold (fluff) - john "soap" mactavish x reader
Literally everything this author writes is *chefs kiss* but the mw2 list I keep coming back to





