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gloomwitchwrites · 1 day

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Task Force 141 Metal Band AU x Backup Singer Female Reader

Signing a contract as a touring backup vocalist with 141 Music Group is a dream come true. Their newest masked metal band, Lechery, is making waves across Europe, and they’re about to set foot in North America for their biggest tour yet. And you’re going with them. At their final show for their European tour, you attend a private afterparty. The masks come off, and you realize quickly that the men behind the masks are from your past. You thought you’d never see them again. You thought it was over. But they haven’t forgotten. You agree to a few days, insisting that it means nothing, but there is an entire tour ahead of you, and they are loathe to let you slip away again.

Content, Tags, Warnings, & Tropes: Reverse Harem, Why Choose, F/M/M/M/M, second chances, suggestive themes, possessive / jealous / obsessive behavior, partying dynamics, rekindled romance, denial of feelings (graphic chapters will be marked with ** which indicates a Community Label)

Chapters: (ongoing) One (arriving 6/10) // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight // Nine // Ten // Eleven // Twelve // Thirteen // Fourteen // Fifteen // Sixteen // Seventeen // Eighteen // Nineteen // Twenty // Twenty-One // Twenty-Two // Twenty-Three // Twenty-Four // Twenty-Five // Twenty-Six // Twenty-Seven // Twenty-Eight // Twenty-Nine // Thirty // Thirty-One // Thirty-Two // Thirty-Three // Thirty-Four // Thirty-Five // Thirty-Six // Thirty-Seven // Thirty-Eight // Thirty-Nine // Forty // Forty-One // Forty-Two // Forty-Three // Forty-Four // Forty-Five // Forty-Six // Forty-Seven // Forty-Eight // Forty-Nine // Fifty

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist

taglist:

@km-ffluv @glitterypirateduck @tiredmetalenthusiast @spicyspicyliving @miaraei

@coffeecaketornado @aykxz98 @kayden666 @unhinged-reader-36 @pearljamislife

@miss-mistinguett @keiva1000 @cherryofdeath @sapphichotmess @enfppuff

@berarenado @saoirse06 @haven-1307 @no-oneelsebutnsu @marispunk

@thewulf @lxblm @ferns-fics @ooldcardigan @beebeechaos

@enarien @sw33tsnow @kessi-21 @makayla-666 @lifes-project

@burn1ngw00d @heeheehoohoohahahihi @lulurubberduckie @ravenpoe67 @contractedcriteria

@lovely-ateez @gingergirl06 @kidd3ath @leed-bbg @blackhawkfanatic

@suhmie @tulipsun-flower @ghosts-hoe @jaggersinclair @nomercyforthewarrior

@dakotakazansky @talooolaaloolla @hantheconqueror @littlemisscriesherselftosleep @umno-yeah

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mactavishenjoyer · 1 day

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Soap:"ghost wears eyeliner on his days off."

Gaz:"what?"

Soap:"sometimes he even does a cat eye."

Soap:"he has a whole makeup collection hidden under his bed."

Gaz:"why are you telling me this?"

Soap:"because if you said anything he'd kill you."

Gaz:"you bitch."

#call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #incorrect quotes #soap mactavish #incorrect cod quotes #simon ghost riley #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz call of duty #gaz #soap mw2 #soap #call of duty incorrect quotes

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 days

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Broke: replacing Gaz with König

Woke: Shipping Gaz and König together

It may be a crackship, but I like the way you're thinking.

König would be very upset at the way everyone underestimates and undervalues Gaz and I stand by that.

I can imagine them both in a very sweet and fluffy relationship. König would be Gaz's biggest cheerleader, proudly telling everyone about Gaz's accomplishments. Gaz would make sure no one dared to make fun of König, knowing how König was treated in the past.

And I mean, they can train together. The both of them improving and sharpening their skills while giving each other constructive feedback? Couple goals.

König is probably a very good pillow for Gaz since he's so big. And König and Gaz can take care of their facial hair together. (I headcanon König as having a beard, I don't care how unrealistic it might be.)

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islandtarochips · 2 days

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Dumb Bitch

⚠️WARNING: SWEAR WORDS⚠️

*Farah was pointing her gun at Hadir before calling out one of his female soldier a "Dumb Bitch"* Female Soldier: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A DUMB BITCH?!? Aelan: YOU! You DUMB bitch! YOUNG bitch! SILLY bitch! DEAD bitch! *pointed at Farah* Aelan: She got a GUN, bitch! Agnes: *wheezing* Gaz: Pffft- Damien: *covering his face with one hand while shaking a bit from trying not to LAUGH* Aly, was listening through the coms: *was not expecting Aelan to swear THIS much* 🫢 Alex: 😲 Aelan: *pointed at Hadir* Hadir! If you're going to recruit bitches in your group! Bring a SMART bitch! Price: ......I'm getting too old for this.

Inspo Vid:

Characters (Left -> Right)

Alyssa Martinez (Later Alyssa Price) -> @alypink

Damien "Damo" Whitlock -> @kaitaiga

Agnes "Blast" Falagi -> Me

Dr. Aelan Kalani -> Me

Inspo Vid:

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rampurrsszn · 3 days

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He’s a model, your honor

#cod #art #mwii #fanart #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #kyle garrick #gaz cod #Kyle Gaz #gaz fanart #cod gaz

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queenhunter102 · 15 hours

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The Kyle Discourse

Hello my little loves, I don't know if any of you have seen the Kyle discourse online lately but I totally agree like the man is APART of the 141 so he should be written about far more than Konig or Reegan (despite them still being our babies) Kyle deserves his time in the spotlight, so if you are a Kyle lover and would like to read him in an AOB poly story with the rest of the 141 (Simon, Johnny, Alejandro and John) then you may enjoy this it my story that will be at 17 parts tomorrow focusing around you the reader (Entirely gender neutral) So if you are interested, even if your not could you re-blog this so it can be seen by the people who would like a little more of kyle in the world... Oh and here a masterlist filled my drabbles that include Kyle. anyway talk soon my little loves Kissess.

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bambisspeckles · 2 days

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gaz with a ballet dancer gf (i'm self projecting <3)

#cod mw2 #gaz cod #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #bambidelivers #bambisthoughts #cod #call of duty

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circusinthewalls · 2 days

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Mornin' fellow aroace folk I hope you know that I love you and that my writing will always be for you someway somehow

#aroace #asexual #aromantic #18+ mdni #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader #cod x reader #ghost cod #soap cod #gaz cod #price cod #cod mwiii #cod mwii #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #proship dni #anti proship

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baohanhanesel · 14 hours

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I heard it was the PriceGaz week.

May 30 - Sit in Water.

"Soaping together

Is sacred to us.

Washing each other's shoulders.

You can fuck

Anyone-- but with whom can you sit

In water."

- Ilya Kaminsky.

While the child sleeps, Sonya Undresses.

#call of duty #artists on tumblr #price cod #captain john price #john price #captain price #price #pricegaz #pricegazweek #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz cod

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randomnfandom · 22 hours

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Alright so hear me out-

I share everything with my bestie, sex life included so just imagine the 141 boys hearing and wanting to always hear praises buttt what would happen if we criticized them for something or other

Let chaos reign!! 👹👹👹

That is allllll >:]

Omg I wrote a whole thing about it but it got deleted I forgot to save it so everything was gone I was gonna send this a day after I got the request sorryyyyy 😭😭😭

Soap: Let's be honest Soap would be a sex god but for the sake of the request let's say he had a tiny tiny thing go wrong so ofcourse you tell your bestie about it but he hears and oh he will not let this go on, your crazy if you think his sweetheart is gonna not enjoy sex like tf. So he makes it double the better next time you have sex (It's exaclly the same day)

Gaz: This guy please I'm not even gonna try writing my gaz would never ever ever make sex uncomftable for you you guys have safe words, he can see from your face if you don't like it plus you guys always talk about how comunication is key so he ofcourse knows before your bestie I can't possablie make him bad at sex at all it's impossible

Ghost: Just like Gaz he can see from your face that your not enjoy something he is doing and he'll stop, The guy never dates your lucky enough for him to choose you and you make him happy he wants you to enjoy it just like him so he moves so he can take you better and the way you want cause he would much rather see your fucked up face more then anything.

Price: The dude has a daddy kink end of disscuastion so ofcourse when he hears this he'll when you guys are home have you ride him so you can do anything you want to and make you tell daddy how much your enjoying it.

Makrove just for fun: He won't give a fuck he liked it then why should he care would just punish you for telling someone else about your sex life.

#fanfic #call of duty #cod #randomnfandom #cod mw2 #ghost cod #soap cod #gaz cod #price cod #makrove cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #task force 141 #x reader #gender neutral reader #smut

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mactavishenjoyer · 2 days

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Price, after a long rant:"AND FOR THE LAST TIME STOP SNEAKING OFF TO KISS YOUR TEAMMATES!"

Roach:"oh sweet we don't have to sneak off anymore?"

Price: "you're fired..."

Gaz:"fire him and I tell nikolai about-"

Price:"you're fired too."

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random-thot-generator · 1 day

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Better Not to Know + Pt. 3

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK x FEM READER

Summary: You and Kyle have "the talk." Cue the angst.

Warnings/Tags: explicit language, brief references to sex, profanity, pregnancy, pregnant reader, angst, hurt no comfort, Kyle acts like an ass, BUT there are reasons, no use of Y/N

(Notes: trying to imagine how awkward it would be to tell your random hookup that he's your new baby daddy. Sorry, no beta. Embrace the imperfections.)

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The windows are steamed in the small sandwich shop, rain still pattering down outside.

The smells of baked bread, cold cuts and coffee permeate the air, with a sweet hint of fresh-baked cookies that make your tummy rumble. You now wish you had eaten your lunch before going to pick up your boss' dry cleaning. You really were feeling peckish now, or perhaps it's just nerves making you feel queasy.

You smile up at Kyle— well, it's more like a grimace, but you murmur your thanks as he slides a cup of hot water your way, taking his own seat. He watches you dig through your purse, quirking his brow up when you pull out a packaged tea bag. It's peppermint, something that one of your mates at work suggested you drink to help quell the morning sickness. It usually settles your stomach, but you aren't sure if anything can help that anxious feeling making your gut clench and roil.

You're not ready for this. Not at all.

Your gaze slides past Kyle as you take in the quiet atmosphere of the shop. The table he chose is in the corner, just beside the large plate-glass window with the shop's name painted in stylized letters across it. It would have felt intimate, even romantic to be sitting across from him at the small café table in such a setting, if not for the way he was staring at you. In truth, he still looks mildly shocked and… disappointed?

He's facing you with his own paper cup clasped between his big hands, hands that you still dreamed about every night. Your dreams didn't do his hands or the rest of him justice. He's still one of the most beautiful men you've ever seen. Is it really any wonder that you decided to keep his baby?

Giving your head a slight shake to clear those thoughts from your mind, you concentrate instead on dunking your tea bag, praying you don't look as freaked out as you feel.

You can feel his eyes on you, studying your face before inevitably dropping to your expanded waistline again, something he's been doing since he first saw your very pregnant state. You can tell he's gearing up to say something and try to prepare yourself for it, whatever it may be, but what he says still catches you off guard.

"So, I take it ya've met someone since I saw ya last?"

You blink at him with a confused frown. "Met someone?" you repeat, already shaking your head.

He makes a vague gesture at your midriff. "Your man," he explains, brows dipping together over his sparking, dark eyes. "The father," he finishes in a low mutter.

Your mouth falls open in surprise. Oh, Christ. He thinks you've met some other bloke, that you're carrying some other man's child. It strikes you as absurd, but then again, why wouldn't he think that? He hasn't seen you in over five months, and he knows nothing about you. Nothing at all. Even worse, you now realize that he may have met someone else himself in that time. There might be some bird in his life that you don't even know about yet. Your shoulders slump with an inward groan. You really should have thought this through before agreeing to his invitation.

Giving a more emphatic shake of your head, you murmur, "No, no one. I'm not seeing anyone, not with anyone. It's just me and little bug."

His face clears, and he almost seems relieved by your response before his brows knit together again. "Wait a bloody minute," he mutters, peering into your eyes. "You mean the father's not in the picture at all?" It sounds more like a demand than a question.

God, how do I explain this, you fret, the words already stuttering out of your mouth. "I-I… well, um… actually no he isn't, but—"

Kyle shifts closer, his body tense, shoulders rigid. "Ya sayin' the sorry wanker scraped ya off?" he asks, his voice incredulous and rising enough to draw a few stares from nearby patrons. You notice his hands are clenched into fists on the table.

Your mouth works, but nothing else comes out. God, this is not going as you had hoped. He's not even yet contemplating the idea that the baby might be his. This is going to totally blindside him. How are you, a bird who obviously makes impulsive life decisions on the fly, go about telling a virtual stranger that he's about to be a father?

This is not going to go well...

You're seriously wishing you had begged off his invitation now. You should have put him off, shouldn't have even entertained the notion of telling him yet, at least not until you had come up with a reasonable excuse. Yet what excuse could you give, other than to admit that you had been shockingly irresponsible about the whole thing.

You've always been the responsible one. Never a risk taker, always cautious, careful, no matter the situation. That's not to say you were indecisive, but you usually gave more thought and consideration to important matters like this. Truly, this streak of impulsive behavior you've been displaying of late is insanely out of character for you. You're smart, always on top of things, always responsible, reliable, but for the last five months, you've been anything but that. You blamed it on the hormones, but sitting face-to-face with Kyle again, you're not so sure.

A responsible, intelligent woman would have gone to the chemist's first thing the next day for a Plan B pill. She would have taken herself to the bloody clinic to get checked over to make sure she didn't catch anything after fucking a stranger in the raw. Hell, a responsible bird would have gone straight home from the club and showered, cursing herself for being so stupid while scrubbing the dickens out of her snatch with lots of soap and hot water.

You did none of those things, though you knew you absolutely should be doing all those things. You just... didn't.

Ah, but what did you do?

You went home from the club, kicked off your shoes and fell into bed, not even bothering to pee before passing out, but still gave yourself time to relish the ache between your legs. The next day, you thought about going to the chemist for a pill, but then vegged out on your couch instead. You piddled about your flat, doing dishes and laundry and ordering Chinese for dinner, not bothering to step one foot out your door. Jesus. You even tossed your cum-stained knickers into the wash with a bloody smile on your face, reliving the memory of how well he fucked you.

You knew better, you knew, and yet you did nothing.

You glance up at Kyle and wonder if there's a chance that you can get out of this, but as soon as you look into his eyes, you know that's not going to happen. There's no way you can confess to your own negligence concerning the pregnancy, but you also know that there's no backing out of this either. He's sitting stiff as a board in his seat, eyes locked on you as he awaits your answer.

"Um, well... N-No. I wasn't... um, scraped off. The father, he uh..." You draw in a shaky breath. "I've not had the opportunity to tell him yet, Kyle."

He blinks, confused. "He doesn't know?" He takes on a slightly perturbed expression. "But you're showing. Why haven't ya told him yet? Is he the type of bloke who would scrape ya off?"

That, you honestly don't know. Sure, Kyle seems like a decent enough bloke, at least, that's what you've gathered so far from your short encounter at the club and this brief exchange, but how could you know for certain? You begin to feel ill again at the thought of telling him the truth. Picking up your peppermint tea with a shaky hand, you take a sip, letting your eyes slide off to the side.

"I don't think he's that type of man," you reply. "I mean, I really don't know, but due to the circumstances… hmm…" Christ this cringe. "To be honest, I didn't know how to get in contact with him to let him know. We didn't get around to exchanging phone numbers. Or uh... names."

You say this softly and with obvious hesitance as you finally meet his gaze head-on, letting your eyes flick up to his to relay the deeper meaning of your statement. Then again, maybe you shouldn't have said anything at all, judging by the way Kyle is now looking at you.

No, check that. He's not looking at you; he's glaring at you. And he looks bloody furious.

Kyle settles slowly back in his chair, his face going empty and blank as he takes you in. You can almost see the wheels in his head turning as he processes the information you've just laid out for him. His beautiful lips press into a hard, thin line as he continues to stare at you.

"How far along are ya, exactly?" he asks, his words clipped, eyes intense.

Oh, boy…

"Five— " you croak out, then clear your clotted throat and try again. "Five months. Just a little over five months," you answer in a husky, shaking voice.

Kyle goes completely still, his dark eyes unblinking. You could see him doing the math in his head, saw understanding dawn, saw his expression go slack then morph into something cold and maybe a little bit scary. You feel your heart begin to thump hard in your chest as he leans forward on his elbows to pin you with a hard stare.

"Are ya tryin' t'say that's my baby?" His words are quiet, but his eyes and body language are terrifying.

Biting your lip, you're unable to reply. He does not look happy, not in the least. In fact, he looks right pissed, not that you can blame him for that. For a brief moment you consider lying to him, telling him that it's not his baby, just to wipe that chilling expression off his handsome face, but in the end, you simply nod in confirmation before looking down at your hands twisting in your lap. You flinch when he throws himself back in his chair with a scoff, and you hate the way he's looking at you now.

"Well, that's bloody convenient, innit?" he blurts out with a mean bark of laughter. He shakes his head, eyeing you with clear disbelief and not a little disgust. Huffing out a snide chuckle, he mutters to himself, "Should've bloody known it was too good t'be true. Fuck me." He turns his eyes away as if he can't bear to look at you anymore, and the snub hurts. It hurts something awful.

You feel embarrassment radiate from your body in a scorching tidal wave of heat as more eyes turn your way at his outburst. The prickling, hot sting climbs up from your chest to your neck then sets your head on fire. You can't bear to look at him either, so you drop your nervous gaze to watch your hand as it rubs soothing circles over your protruding stomach, instead. It's more self-soothing than anything else, but you hope it calms the baby as well. He's begun to stir, shifting inside you in reaction to your heightened anxiety.

"I-I-I know this is a big shock, Kyle, but I—"

"Is that why ya were gaggin' for it raw?" he demands, cutting you off. Someone gasps behind you, low murmurs and whispers tweaking your ears. "Fuck, was that your plan all along? Get up the duff by some poor sod, sit back and collect a check every month?"

"What?" you breathe out, stunned at his accusations.

"This whole 'chance meeting'," he sneers, using air quotes. "Was this your play all along, hoping to sucker me in or would any dumb sod ya fucked do in a pinch?"

You rear back as if he landed a physical blow. It feels like your head might explode, his cruel words causing the blood to pound in your ears. You can feel your entire body trembling now, fury and shame coursing through you as a cold, empty feeling settles like a stone in your gut. This is too much, more than you can stand.

Shooting up to your feet, hand splayed protectively over your stomach, you accidentally bump the table. Your tea topples over to run off the edge, but you ignore it as you snatch up your coat and the dry-cleaning bag from the neighboring chair. Hitching your purse up on your shoulder with a shaking hand, you try to hold back the tears stinging your sinuses and burning the backs of your eyes.

"This was a mistake," you mutter in an angry, quaking voice, meant more for yourself than him, but he hears it all the same and nods.

"Yeah, you're right. Huge fuckin' mistake," he agrees, his eyes boring into you as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Breaths panting, you can feel your heart constrict. Christ, he just accused you of trying to trap him, as if you'd use your own baby to try to hook a man or extort money. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. You don't need him, never needed him or any other bloke, for that matter. You make your own way just fine, been doing it for bloody years. You'd planned on raising the baby by yourself, anyway, because you thought you'd never see the handsome stranger you met in the club again. Your baby doesn't need someone as cold and cruel as Kyle Garrick in his life, even if you'd secretly hoped that he would want to be a part of it.

Crossing paths with Kyle again was just dumb fucking luck. You should never have attempted this, should have pretended that someone else was the father or better yet just kept your bloody mouth shut to protect yourself and your baby. God, what a stupid, naïve fool you've been, pining over a man that only really existed in your head. The reality of that man is nothing like what you imagined. Not even close.

Seething with rage, burning with shame, you shuffle away from the table, ready to make a beeline for the entrance when Kyle's hand clamps around your wrist, bringing you to a halt. He glares up at you, eyes snapping with dark fury, his beautiful mouth twisted into an ugly sneer.

"Don't appreciate ya playin' games, pet, tryin' to fob off some other bloke's git on me. A DNA test would prove you're lying, and I'm not dumb enough to not ask for one, no matter how good the pussy was. I'm not one to play with, sweetheart, but ya should consider yourself lucky. Try that with another bloke, it might not work out so well for ya next time. Hope ya've learned your lesson."

A tear escapes to track down your face as his words crack open your heart. "Yeah, Kyle. I learned my lesson very well. Thanks for that, mate." Jerking your arm out of his grasp, you hurry away, not even bothering to grab your umbrella in your haste to escape him.

Kyle fights the urge to follow you, hating that he made you cry, but at the same time wanting to punish you more for dangling something as tempting as a baby in his face. That was a bridge too far for him, offering up that false hope when he knows there's little to no chance of it ever happening.

It's not something he shares with many people. It was a stupid accident during training that resulted in an internal injury that gave way to infection. It was just a little lump in his ball sack and a low-grade fever, but the doc delivered the devastating news once the infection was cleared up. Scarring in the tubes that deliver his sperm. He's shooting blanks, essentially.

He watches you bump into a couple entering the shop, hears your teary apology as you push past them, sees you throw up your hand to deflect the rain. His eyes catch on your brolly leaning in the corner and he snatches it up, opening his mouth to call after you, but you're already out the door and hurrying away before he can even get to his feet. It's not raining too hard, but you'll probably end up soaked through in no time, running out without your umbrella. Didn't even bother putting on your bloody coat before running away.

From him.

His hand clenches around the umbrella, the thin metal spines creaking, then he releases a breath, his grip easing. As fast as it surged through him, his anger is already beginning to ebb, the feeling replacing it making his shoulders slump in abject defeat. Disappointment hangs like a shroud around him, his elation at finding you again leaving a bitter taste in his mouth now.

He thought the universe had seen fit to give him a second chance, bringing you back into his orbit. He'd hardly been able to think of anything else but you for the last five months, only to be confronted with the reality of the woman he'd so badly misjudged. And to think, he went back to that club every night for two weeks in the hopes of seeing you again, cursing his luck when he was deployed and had to leave. He should count it as a blessing that you never showed. Still, it stings, the loss of that hope.

Pushing away from the table, he stands, ignoring the stares and whispers as he takes up his dry-cleaning bag and your umbrella then heads towards the entrance himself. Once out on the sidewalk, he can't stop himself from staring off in the direction you went, but he doesn't spot you among the crowd. Ignoring the twinge of guilt he feels, he turns in the opposite direction and walks away.

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