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ageless-aislynn · 2 days

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Angst! 16

Fluff! 13

Misc.! 16

And… for characters I’m going to throw out Kai, Alenko, and Soap. Do whatever pairings or friendships you’d like. Also I’m not gonna die if you choose not to use those characters. Or prompts. I dunno, I just wanna read your stuff man.

*glee* Thank you SO much for sending some prompts my way! These are all pretty short but mark my first time writing 2 of the 3 characters, so I'm just carefully dipping a toe in the COD and ME pools, lol!

Thanks so much again! 😎👍

Angst 16. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish & Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

"You ought to see the other guy, Lt," Soap said with an unrepentant grin, unmarred by the fact his left eye was nearly swollen shut and he had a prominent cut on his lower lip.

Ghost sighed slightly behind his skull balaclava. "Sure I'll recognize him by all the bruises on his knuckles," he said dryly.

Fluff 13. Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Kaidan Alenko/Commander Shepard, Mass Effect (reader's choice as to whether it's male or female Shep 😉)

"Are you flirting with me?"

"You finally noticed?"

Kaidan squinted, several Commander Shepards swimming in front of him in the dim bar lighting, all wearing fondly amused expressions.

"You are flirting with me!" he stated as if having uncovered a core secret of the universe.

Shepard's smile broadened. "Think it's time to take you home and tuck you into bed."

"I'm going home with Cmdr. Shepard," he proclaimed loudly to the crowd around them. Several people raised a glass in good-natured salutes.

"Yeah, they know." Shepard got an arm around him, sliding him off the bar stool and onto his feet. "Most of them were at our wedding, after all."

Misc 16. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

Kai-125 & Vannak-134, Halo the series

"YOU SAID TO BE HONEST, STOP HITTING ME!"

John heard Kai's shout from the hallway outside of the Spartan quarters and shoved the door open to see—

He blinked. For a solid moment, he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing, actually. Kai vaulted over her own bed, being pursued hotly by Vannak.

"That wasn't honest," he said grimly. "You're just being mean."

"Look, it's not my fault that that penguin documentary was kinda lame and—"

"IT WAS NOT!" Vannak bellowed back and took a swing at her that would've definitely put a marine in the infirmary for a month, if not in the ground, permanently. For Kai, it would've at the very least mussed her hair. "Those penguins are adorable and—"

"Lame. Laaaaaame," she singsonged, ducking a flurry of punches, then doing a very impressive parkour run up the wall into a backflip that sent her soaring over the enraged Spartan's head.

"THEY'RE NOT LAME, YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

John looked over at Riz, who was calmly sitting at a nearby table, reading something on her padd. She met his gaze, shrugged, and then went back to reading.

They crisscrossed the room rapidly, with Vannak coming close to getting his hands on her but, ultimately, Kai would manage to slip away at the last second. The entire time, she continued to issue penguin insults that, for some reason, the other Spartan took extremely personally.

John opened his mouth, about to say… something. Then he gave a slight shake of his head.

"I have paperwork to do," he announced to no one. "Don't I, Cortana?"

"I can find you some, Chief."

"That would be great," he said and just turned around and walked away.

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confused-wanderer · 7 months

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Ghost knows a secret.

Soap cannot handle terms of endearment. He guesses the other man must not be as used to it growing up, but he’s noticed that when Price absentmindedly calls him “pet” , the split second where Johnny’s breath catches, eyes widening ever so slightly as his brain short circuits is an adorable sight. It’s only a second of course, and he just stares off into the distance later when no one’s watching, processing the past few seconds after he talks to Price.

Or when Gaz asked if anybody had a sticky note and Soap without hesitation pulled one out of his bag. Gaz just responds with a quick “thanks darling” before taking the note and scribbling furiously on it. He gets to see the look again, the subtle freeze he does, the rapid blinks and wide eyes, along with the smile he’s fighting off slowly forming which the latter doesn’t notice. There’s not a lot of things that catch Johnny MacTavish off-guard, so seeing something so casual just throw him off with that look on his face is something Ghost considers priceless.

So he tries it himself. After a mission, when everyone’s at a bar and the volumes so loud you can barely hear what the others saying, he looks at Johnny whose carrying their drinks, and takes the drink the other man extends with a “Thanks, love.”

The glorious red flush is reward enough, Soap caught so speechless he actually stammers, stammers for a response while his hands fumble, eyes refusing to meet his. And he notices afterwards how Johnny keeps mouthing that word to himself, over and over again, bit of the earlier blush creeping back over his neck. He swears Johnny lets out a sound, burying his head in his hands while his hands grip the Mohawk.

He thinks he quite likes this little secret Soap keeps.

#lieutenant worf #lieutenant simon riley #lieutenant ghost #simon riley x john mactavish #lieutenant simon ghost riley #captain john price #captain price #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #sergeant garrick #sergeant gaz #sergeant john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap x ghost #taskforce 141 fluff

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ghostsbimbo · 4 months

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ok can we just possibly talk about..an emo rapper!simon/ghost? like he'd definitely be someone who did start out on sound cloud in his bedroom. i feel like his music sound would be a mix of lil peep [ rest in peace ] & guardin.

yes, along with the tattoos he'd already have he would just be covered in tattoos, and possibly have a piercing as well. [ thinking angel fangs personally!! ] nobody would really expect him to make the type of he makes though- they would think he's in some post hardcore band at first glance. you know, like bad omens or motionless in white - but nah, this bulk of a man is an emo rapper off sound cloud who makes his big break due to his lyrics and the girlies think he's hot, despite when photos of him come out he's wearing what would become a signature skull balaclava.

i would also like to think for concerts his mask would be a vessel from sleep token deal except, it'd be a skull/skull shaped.

divider by bunnysrph!

#simon ghost riley #simon “ghost” riley #lieutenant simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod mwiii #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 3 #rat speaks

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yumethefrostypanda · 2 years

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Look at these men

#look at them #lieutenant simon ghost riley #captain john price #colonel alejandro vargas #sergeant john soap mactavish #Laswell smokes? oii #whats with the half-skull/half-face part? hmmm??#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #captain price #simon ghost riley #ghost #soap #sergeant garrick #gaz #sergeant kyle garrick #tf141 #141 #updated

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flatlinedgamer · 1 year

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Warnings: brief mentions of animal abuse, canon typical violence

Summary: This is pure fluff for the most part. Military men melting over a fluffy black cat.

Huge thank you to @crimsonxproject for König's pet names for Shadow.

@onlycodcanjudgeme

She was so cold.

An hour prior she’d been tossed from the window of a moving car into a puddle of slushy snow. One moment she was cuddled up to her tiny human and the next she was getting launched out the window and snow was melting on her skin. Shadow’s long, black, silky fur was stuck to her skin in the most undignified way and she was cold. Her blue eyes blew wide at the uncomfortable feeling. So, like any clearly intelligent creature, Shadow followed the road. She followed the direction where her humans had gone. Down the cold, dark, icy road. The water in her fur began to turn to ice.

This was worse than the cat carrier. It was worse than the plane ride. It was worse than the vet.

Before long, Shadow saw lights. Bright, beautiful lights. To her, lights meant humans and humans meant warmth and food and her fur being dry. There were no humans outside when she finally arrived and pushed her way under a fence, her collar snapping off in the process. There were lights, yes, but no humans. She followed the strongest human smells until she came to a door.

Inside, Shadow could hear voices. Loud, blessed human voices. Booming laughs, higher-pitched yells of mock outrage, and calm conversation. She briefly put her front paws on the cold surface of the door and waited but no one was coming to open it. No one knew she was there. She considered her option for a moment before letting out the one sound her tiny human’s sire hated the most. A high, shrieking cry that made the noises inside stop entirely.

“What the fuck was that?” She heard someone ask.

“Sounded like a dying cat,” said another.

So Shadow made the noise again.

“It’s at the door.”

“Go find out what the fuck it was.”

An argument started and still, no one opened the door. Shadow, in her infinite wisdom known to cats everywhere, settled for meowing repeatedly until she got what she wanted. The door opened and a massive pair of boots, almost bigger than Shadow herself, appeared. There was a rush of warmth and a smell only found where humans lived that had the little cat darting forward, determined to get warm and sort herself out. She didn’t get far.

Massive hands scooped her up and Shadow was suddenly very far off the ground and surrounded in warmth. The distinct smells of human and male surrounded her. A purr erupted from Shadow. She peeled herself back a bit to get a better look at her savior and was confused at what she saw. A strange black thing with discolored stripes under the eyes covered the big male’s head but kind blue eyes stared down at her. She should have been scared but her instincts told her she was safe with the big male.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked her. Shadow had no idea what he’d said but she meowed. Her tiny human liked it when she answered so why wouldn’t this massive male like it too? There was a smile in his eyes. He must like it.

“Hey, Kӧnig,” someone yelled from inside. “What was it, mate?”

“Eine Katze,” the male, Kӧnig, answered. “It’s soaked and half frozen.”

Then they were moving into the warm building and if cats sighed, Shadow would have done so in relief. She was safe and soon she’d be warm. There were more people inside than Shadow had ever interacted with in her life. So many interesting new smells. It sparked a long-dead curiosity in her and she was wiggling to get down and explore.

“Make sure… she doesn’t get into anything,” Kӧnig said as he walked away. “I’m going to get a towel to dry her off.”

Shadow spent her time going from one human to the next and sniffing them. One stout male with a stripe of fur down the middle of his head practically squealed in delight as she gave him a passing sniff. The big male in a strange mask next to him regarded her with a steady stare as she sniffed him. His brown eyes crinkled a bit at the corners as she moved on.

It went on like this for a while until Kӧnig returned and scooped Shadow up in a thin towel. He sat down and placed her in his lap and started the long process of drying the poor cat’s long fur. She made annoyed little noises but let him work. This, she knew, was very unfortunately how she would get dry the quickest.

“There,” he said, at last. “All done. You’re very fluffy.”

Shadow meowed, placed her paws as high up on his chest as she could reach, and failed to properly headbutt his chin for the service. Annoyed, she launched her little, fluffy body onto his massive shoulder and butted him in the side of his head. Laughter echoed around the room from the other humans at her antics and Shadow felt content. She curled up right where she was and dozed off. At some point during the night, Shadow found herself curled up on a pillow. The exhausted little cat didn’t care.

Come morning, there was a conversation about where Shadow could have come from. There were no houses nearby and no one remembered a car stopping near the base. She was a mystery.

“That cat is clearly American,” Hutch loudly proclaimed.

“What makes you think that?” Gaz asked in exasperation. “What about her says ‘I’m American’?”

“Come on, man,” Hutch replied. “What about her doesn’t scream American? I bet she even has a basic ass black cat name.”

“Prove it,” Gaz challenged.

Shadow liked these people. They were loud but they were friendly and she liked friendly people. Sure, she ignored every name Hutch called her but that didn’t mean she didn’t like him, too.

“Shadow,” Hutch finally said and she launched herself off the couch she’d been cleaning herself on and ran directly to him. Shadow meowed and pranced around his feet in the hopes he had a treat. Her tiny human almost always had a treat when she called Shadow. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Go fucking figure.”

“No fucking way,” Gaz countered. He walked across the room from Hutch and Shadow and called her name. “Shadow!”

Once again, Shadow came to her name. She was getting fed up with no treats being involved. The day would go on in much the same way. Everyone seemed to know her name by the time night fell. Not only that, someone had gone out of their way to get her food, bowls, and a bed she was sure she didn’t like.

“Alright, everyone quiet down!” It was the one named Price (or Captain, Shadow wasn’t sure) that yelled over everyone and once everyone had settled, he continued. “I’ve got some news about our new little friend.” He held up a collar that Shadow recognized. Her collar. “This is Shadow’s collar. I called the number and spoke with her owners.” Price received several apprehensive looks. He could tell none of them wanted to see her go.

“The lovely woman on the phone told me that her husband threw Shadow out the window of their rental.” This wasn’t well received. “I know, I know. She’s as angry as everyone here is but she’s decided to leave Shadow here. She told me her daughter is heartbroken but it’s best if we keep Shadow here. She belonged to a four-year-old that liked to dress her up in doll clothes so I think Shadow can handle a bunch of soldiers.”

That was how Shadow became Sergeant Shadow. Price got a new tag made with her rank on it. She had so many new names to get used to. Everyone called her something different but it all meant the same thing. Shadow took to all her new humans but she had her favorites. The ones that interacted with her the most.

Soap reminded Shadow of her tiny human. He was excitable when she did something he thought was adorable. His favorite was when Shadow stretched out her toes. Soap found she didn’t really mind if he played with her toes while she slept on the couch.

Gaz would baby-talk to her when no one else was around. He would pick Shadow up and flip her on her back while cooing the sweetest things. “Such a fluffy girl. Yeah?” “Awwww, such a cute little Shadow girl.”

Price didn’t really interact with Shadow but he didn’t remove her from his lap while doing paperwork, either. He occasionally gave her scratches when no one else was around and she ate it up. Soap tried to pick her up from Price’s lap once but Price simply told him, “Remove the cat and I’ll remove you from existence.”

Ghost seemed indifferent to Shadow most of the time. He was never outwardly friendly but he didn’t stop her from rubbing against his legs. A package came in the mail with Shadow’s name on it and Ghost took the little cat and package to his room. When he returned to the common area, Shadow was outfitted in her own little uniform. It had tiny patches with her name, rank, the 141 insignia, and a little American flag. “Now you’re a proper member of the team, Sergeant,” he said out loud, for everyone to hear. She wore it for a short time every day and looked forward to the attention she got while wearing it.

Kӧnig was by far her favorite person. He’d saved her, dried her off, and given her a warm place to sleep. Even if he hadn’t intended to. After every mission, Kӧnig would scoop Shadow up and put her in his plate carrier. His vest was large enough that the little black cat fit perfectly. She’d stick her head out and hide under his sniper hood. If Kӧnig had to look up for any reason, Shadow would suddenly be revealed.

He never hid anything from the rest of the teams. He called her all sorts of things she didn’t understand but it was clear he said them with affection. Mieze and Flauschi were her favorites. Depending on how he slept, Shadow could be found sleeping on his chest, hip, or the small of his back. If anyone got annoyed with her antics, Kӧnig would be there, looming over the offending person and glaring at them.

Even Laswell had a soft spot for Shadow. She called Shadow her least problematic soldier and the only one she could count on to not get shot.

It was the happiest Shadow had ever been. The only hunting she ever did was when she hunted through Ghost’s pockets for treats. It was bliss. She was warm, dry, and she had lots of people to love. It didn’t stay that way, though. Because nothing could ever be easy.

Shadow was used to the sound of gunfire. At first, she hadn’t liked it but over time she got used to it. She wasn’t allowed in the building where all the noise came from but she’d been close enough. When the shots first came, she rolled onto her back and snuggled her head into a strange angle on the back of the couch. When the second round of shots came they were louder and Shadow shot to her feet.

She stayed perfectly still until the gunfire became a steady background noise. Something was very wrong. The noise was louder than it had ever been. Shadow arched her back and her blue eyes grew wide and round. She was uncertain and anxious. When an unfamiliar human slammed his way through the door of the common room, she shot off the couch and under the coffee table between the couch and TV.

There was a lot of shouting and Shadow flattened her ears to her skull. Before she knew it, she had been snatched up by the scruff of her neck. She tucked her tail and hind legs under her as best she could and stared into the face of the enemy that had her.

“Sergeant Shadow,” the man said. “How cute. I wonder who would surrender to keep you alive.”

Behind the man, a menacing figure rose. Ghost’s skull mask stuck out starkly in Shadow’s sight and she gave him a pitiful meow. Just as the man prepared to speak again, Ghost buried a knife in his neck repeatedly, forcing him to drop Shadow even as his life drained from his eyes.

Shadow didn’t have time to get her body into the landing position. Ghost caught her out of the air and tucked her under his left arm while drawing his pistol with his right hand. “Good job distracting him, Sergeant,” Ghost said to the terrified little ball of fur. “Now, let’s get you out of here.”

They made a quick exit and the sound of gunfire only got louder. Shadow had no idea what was going on and she couldn’t keep track of the chaos around her. It was terrifying for her. The scents of blood and gunpowder were thick in the air. Things she’d only smelled on her people’s skin after they returned from where ever they had gone. She could see humans she didn’t recognize laying on the ground in great puddles of red that smelled strongly of blood. Bits of metal littered the ground nearly everywhere she looked. As Ghost ran he cupped his left hand over her ears and fired his pistol, protecting her from the sound.

Shadow was certain of one thing: She didn’t belong in whatever this was.

Ghost regrouped with more of Shadow’s humans but she noticed that several were missing. Then she spotted it. A human she didn’t know standing over her favorite person. Kӧnig had one hand raised and his body was locked into a position that screamed defensive to Shadow. That man was trying to hurt Shadow’s favorite person. She wiggled and hissed and gave Ghost no other option. He had to drop her.

Shadow launched herself across the ground and barreled directly into the man’s legs. She yowled and battered his legs with her sharp claws. He kicked out to throw her off but Shadow was too close and he only managed to shove her slightly. The man prepared to pull back and fully kick the fluffy little ball of fury but he didn’t have the chance. He suddenly dropped to the ground, his face close to the furious little cat. She swatted him in the face three times before realizing he wasn’t moving anymore.

Kӧnig scooped Shadow up and cuddle her close. “So brave, baby,” he cooed at her. “My little soldier.” He tucked her between his vest and chest, squishing her a bit with the heavy plates. She wasn’t completely uncomfortable but she didn’t like it. She didn’t try to leave the warm space, either. She had killed the enemy and her favorite person was safe.

The battle slowly died down and Shadow was convinced she had killed a human. There was no other reasonable explanation as to why he’d suddenly dropped. Her humans were safe now and she could go back to being a lazy ball of fluff that was dressed in uniform for an hour every day. She hadn’t lost a single human that day and she felt she’d done her job reasonably well.

She was affectionately called a brave little shit by her humans from that day forward. Her tag even had something new on it that she couldn’t read because obviously, cats can’t be bothered with such things.

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Sergeant Shadow

Confirmed Kills: 1

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cheesit-notes · 9 months

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"s'fucking small"

lieutenant ghost who has a major size kink.

tags: MDNI!, size kink obvi, manhandling teehee, fem reader, fingering, you're put in a mating press, lowkey praise?

a/n: sorry for the late post, i went to hoyofest '23 and then tumblr went down for a bit but teehee take ghost and size kink (i want him to manhandle me)

ghost likes to hold things after you hold them just to see how big his hands look on it compared to yours. does the thing where he makes you hold his phone and later compares it to his cock. (when hard, he is most definitely over 7 inches and at least 5 inches in girth, you can't tell me he can act like this if his cock was any less)

loves manhandling you 'cause god, look at you! so small next to him. he absolutely adores your hand in his, just shows him how big he is compared to you.

when he has you pinned to the bed, legs spread out showing off your pretty little cunt to him, just him. god, and you're so wet, letting him slip in a finger in so easily. one hand holding yours down, your knees pressing against your chest as he pushes himself onto you. revels in the fact he can just engulf your entire body with his larger one.

slips a few fingers in and out, seeing you squirm around trying to rub on him trying to get any form of friction. teases you by rubbing your clit, just a little. then when he's had enough, he'll stand up and let you watch as he slowly takes off his belt and let his cock spring free.

an arm to support him, your knees now next to your head because of the position, and his cock lined up with your cunt. he'll ram it in with no time for you to adjust (he's so mean). gets him all riled up seeing a bulge in your stomach. he'll grunt out your name and little comments about how you're "s'fucking small" and how you're taking him in sooo good. he'll put you in a mating press. eventually, he's just panting and moaning your name as you squeeze around him with a death grip on your hips and thighs.

god you look so cute as he fucks your brains out.

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bluegiragi · 6 months

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holding back (part 2)

early access + nsfw on patreon

#just captain/lieutenant things #ghost and price are an on-and-off-again thing #they take care of each other when it comes up #and sometimes to just relieve stress #they have shared trauma from the loss of price's wing #and simon's whole...wraith business #they've known each other for a long time #and were getting closer before simon's incident but afterwards sort of hurtled into each other #it was really intense and co-dependent for a while but it's levelled out now #one day i will do an explanation post on all the dynamics of poly 141 in this au #in the meantime just enjoy price taking care of his hoard #monster 141 au #ghostprice #captain john price #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #giragi art

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hooty-duty · 6 months

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Simpler Times

Someone yelled "the floor is lava" two hours ago, and Soap refuses to touch the ground until he's declared the winner.

I've had this in my 'almost finished but not quite happy with it yet' group of drawings for far too long

#ghost and soap #cod mw2 #hootydoodles #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #mw3 doesn't exist #i think we can all agree #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare ii #sergeant mactavish #lieutenant riley #tf 141 #shenanigans #if you see any mistakes no you don't #call of hooty

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tb-png · 1 year

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cat army!!! - 👻🐱

Ghost is the ultimate cat whisperer, he does nothing and cats flock to him like hes their messiah. They’re his little army!!! They follow him around the base and ready to defend their dad from anyone!!! friends or foes!!!

#tbpng #cat dad #simon riley #simon ghost riley #lieutenant ghost #cod headcanons #cod hc #cod ghost #baby girl ghost #ghost fanart #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mwii #cod mw22 #cod mw2

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confused-wanderer · 7 months

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Ghost is pissed at the situation at hand, and Price is immensely pleased.

Sometimes, when Ghost refuses to relax or fall asleep, he manages to keep himself busy by sorting through paperwork, or working out or literally doing anything else. He runs on fumes, even after they extinguish, and this is just routine for him. He refuses to rest, rejects sleep and forces his tired body to keep moving.

But he knows that he will eventually succumb to sleep, so he carries a metal bottle around. Whenever he sits down, or it’s quiet, no adrenaline or stress to push him on, he makes sure to always hold onto the handle of the bottle, so if he falls asleep, the bottle crashes to the ground and wakes him up. It’s an effective system.

His sergeants, however, foiled it. Without even realising it.

The first time it was MacTavish. Soap was chattering to Ghost while the latter was looking over reports on his desk. It takes a while to notice he’s not getting any grunts in response, so Johnny glances at the man, only to realise he’s fallen asleep. And when he sees this, a soft smile spreading across his face at the sight, he notices the glint of the bottle, and realises it’s about to slip through the limp fingers. So he catches it, gently placing it on the ground before covering Simon with a blanket and walking away.

Gaz and Roach also started recognising the signs of when Ghost was asleep, and made sure to either catch the bottle when it fell or softly pry it out of the other’s hands before setting it down. It’s almost a habit for all of them, to check if Ghost was asleep, and then remove the bottle.

They’re oblivious to why he always carried it, and Price loves every moment of it. Gaz has resorted to hiding the metal bottle in unfathomable places on base and gaslight Ghost, Roach has started subtly trying to manipulate Simon to buy a bottle that’s soft and doesn’t make a sound if it falls. Soap, however, is getting increasingly frustrated at the bottle for threatening to disturb the peace of Ghost’s sleep, and is itching to blow up the bottle whenever he gets the chance.

They all started carrying an extra bottle or two on them because the only logic explanation for Ghost carrying one was because he got thirsty often, I mean- have you seen the outfit he always wears?

Ghost is pissed at why his method is suddenly failing, and meanwhile Price listens to his complaints and threats while also encouraging the boys to keep doing it.

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ghostsbimbo · 8 days

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call of duty songs

hello!! i've decided to start a little series on my profile where i go through songs i enjoy that make me think of call of duty characters.

first song that's up is masterpiece by motionless in white. here is the normal version, and then the motion picture version. this will be under a read more considering how long this can get.

this song in my opinion is from Ghost's point of view, heavily. cw: talks of rape, ghost comic/backstory spoilers.

All the stupid lies and the stupid games Left a vacancy in this picture frame A prisoner by my own hands 'Cause if I can't have me, then no one can I need to heal what I inflict But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it As I play roulette with a broken gun I confess these sins with a sharp and spiteful tongue

So, the song starts off heavy - emotion wise. If this were written by Simon, I feel as though he'd be definitely talking about the guilt he deals with with everything he had done while being a soldier, including almost being an accomplice to rape with one of his old buddies. It results in him building up walls so new people can't get in. He removes himself from society completely, faking his death and everything else he has done. He uses this to confess all his sins/terrible things he had done.

So how do I apologize And put the tears back in your eyes When every canvas that I paint Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

The Chorus; please note, I will only go over this once due to it repeating. I feel like this part would be directed towards his mother in a sense. We agree he's a major mama's boy [ in a loving way. not a derogatory way. ] Considering she knows of what he has done to women since he had alluded to it, he would want to apologize to her for everything he has done that's considered terrible. He feels like he has to.

Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares In a gallery where the walls lie bare As I modernize my antique ways True colors can't escape the brush of fate

For this it would be a metaphorical portrait, of course. His portrait would definitely be in an empty gallery, his family being dead and all. He would always be shifting, changing, just so he fits in and doesn't draw attention to himself, despite being a big beefcake of a man who wears a lot of skeleton themed things which definitely make him stick out like a sore thumb. He knows he can't escape the cruel hand of fate though. Everyone does. His true colors will show at some point, he'll break the Ghost persona. It's only fate that he does.

Illustrate all my pain And set it all ablaze Burn And set it all ablaze

Simon would be talking about all his trauma. taking the trauma of living with an abusive addict of a father in his childhood, the trauma suffered at the hands of Roba, and the trauma of losing his whole family and just throwing it into the fire. Just letting it go and ignoring it - for lack of better words - as the persona of Ghost that he had molded over the years.

So how do I apologize And put the tears back in your eyes When every canvas that I paint Is a masterpiece of my mistakes? And in the light of my demise I see my failures in your eyes Every canvas that I paint Is a masterpiece made of my mistakes

This would be him about the 141 - Mostly Price with the line "I see my failures in your eyes." - I feel like he'd feel like they are judging him for his fuck ups when he does manage to have them. They're the closest thing he can get to approval & family, so they mean a lot to him, more than he lets himself show at least due to the walls he had built to protect himself.

and that's it! if you want more please comment, reblog, like, or send an ask! I really hope this also all makes sense. I did the best I could with this.

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yumethefrostypanda · 2 months

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Lieutenant Riley

#that little shoulder roll :3 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #lieutenant #ghost #call of duty #modern warfare 3 #cod mw3 #mwiii

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flatlinedgamer · 1 year

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Great. Now there's two of them.

Someone take my phone away. I did not need a second fictional dude to focus on at the same time as Ghost and yet here we are.

Fucking König. 😑

Not fanon, either. I prefer unhinged over... Whatever the fuck fanon did.

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bonkchai · 1 year

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“Cheers, ya slag.”

#simon ghost riley mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare ii #cod #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #lieutenant ghost #mw2 #ghostmw2 #ghost mwii #ghost mw2 #call of duty #simon riley mw2 #ghost

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grimm-cod · 7 months

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Simon is DEFFFF a GIRL DAD.

Simon and you had identical twin girls, and THEY ARE THE LIGHT OF HIS LIFE.

Simon would do anything for his girls.

tea party with stuffed animals? done.

painting his nails? done.

when Soap asks him why his nails are bright pink when he takes his gloves off, Simon just gives him a glare in response, and Soap decides not to press further.

When he gets home after a mission, and his girls are already tucked into bed, Simon goes into their bedroom to press soft kisses against their foreheads.

If one of the twins had a rough day at school, he would always be the first one to comfort them, which is odd because he's a big, broody, war machine, but he has a heart goddamnit.

He would name his twins: Sage and Saffron.

"They keep calling me the 'other Sage', dad." Saffron would tell him one day after a rough day at school.

"You're my Saffy, sweets. dont let 'em mess with ya." Simon would reply.

if one of the twins got sick, you and him would nurse her back to health, but soon enough, the other twin had the same damn thing, so now, you both are stuck dealing with moody, sick, identical twins.

"Dont wanna take my medicine, dad." Sage would argue.

"Dont care, love. gotta take it." Simon would reply after an hour of arguing with her, getting her to try and take her medicine. Saffron on the other hand, she had taken it instantly, no matter how bad it tasted.

AND OHHH GODDD. if Soap were to ever find out that Simon had twin girls at home, and he was really a big softy behind closed doors, THE TEASING WOULD NEVER END.

Soap would tell anyone he came in contact with.

"Y'know, the Lt. has little twin girls? he treats them like princesses. he's a softy under all that mess." Soap would tell everyone.

And dont even get me started when he meets you and the twins for the first time.

Immediately takes on the role of "Uncle Johnny". Price would be "Papa Price", and Gaz would be "Uncle G", cause the twins couldnt stop calling him Gas instead of Gaz.

"They'll get the accent soon enough." Soap tried convincing Simon that the twins would get his scottish accent if he spent enough time with them, but Simon immediately shut that down.

Simon didnt want his precious girls around anything military related.

Simon had to pick the girls up from school one day, and the other parents couldnt stop staring at him because he was in full uniform, having left from base.

Simon's uniform would definently make the younger kids cry. I would cry too if i saw a 6'4", muscular, british guy in a skull mask and military uniform and tactical gear.

Simon did feel bad though.

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