You weren't supposed to end up in their world. Just a girl living in a cottage with her Auntie.
One ambush, one choice, and suddenly you're caught between TF141 - lethal, possessive, and far too protective. You could appreciate that, really, if they hadn't focused in on you to feel better about the things they'd done.
"""Johnny's mouth was hot against your ear, his accent roughened into a growl.
"Ye're tremblin', lass. D'ye want me tae stop?"
You shook your head, breath catching when his hand slid lower, claiming every inch he touched with reverent care. Ghost's shadow loomed close, his gloved fingers brushing your wrist as if to remind you he was there too, silent but steady. Price's voice cut low through the haze-steady, commanding, and far too calm for the way your pulse skittered.
"Easy, love. You're not going anywhere tonight."
And when König's gaze caught yours from across the room, sharp hunger softened into something dangerously tender, you realized the truth: you didn't want to leave. Not one of them."""
|CWs: Fanfiction. Non-canon. Contains SMUT. Poly relationship. Includes MxM.|
"He did that to you."
It isn't a question.
Get out. Get out. Get out.
She shoves past Ghost, her shoulder knocking into him as she storms out of the room.
Ghost doesn't move. He doesn't follow. Because if he does, if he gets too close, he doesn't trust himself not to fucking shatter something. Not to find Harlow and rip him apart piece by piece.
Price watches him carefully. "Ghost."
His head tilts, but his gaze remains locked on the door Jazminn disappeared through.
"She's gonna make a run for it, ain't she?" Soap mutters, watching the door.
Ghost finally moves, rolling his shoulders like he's shaking something loose. "Aye."
Soap shifts. "Should we stop her?"
"No."
***There are mature themes so please, please skip if hard topics will affect your mental health bby!
(violence, abuse, depression, angsty smut and more TW :) 18+ FR baddies.)