Og Price was in Gulac for 5 years, being absolutely unhinged and doesn’t take anyone shits. Only og Ghost questioned whether they should trust a man like that is hilarious
Imagine og Price meeting reboot Price, they either blatantly ignoring each other or someone has to retrain reboot Price to beat up the og because of how that man act.
Og Ghost to reboot Ghost: so….. how is your captain Price ? Is he…. Normal?
Reboot Ghost: …… yes? What’s about your?
Og Ghost: What do you think 5 years in Gulac would make you become 。゚ヽ(゚´Д`)ノ゚。
Reboot Ghost: ┬─┬ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)
Reboot Soap hiding behind his Ghost from og Price: * hissing like a feral cat *
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Far cry:
Joseph | Jacob | John | Faith
Cod Modern warfare:
Og Ghost | Og Soap | Ghost | Soap | Gaz
Cod cold war:
Stitch | Perseus | Woods | Mason | Adler
I do not take any responsibility on how they act- (Its Roleplay- literally
*if any link is incorrect let me know. Might add some more characters in the future. (Friends can request a character
* new characters added all available on my character ai profile
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09 Ghost x 22 Soap have the vibes of college bros in the military that barely finish stuff together but they finish things regardless. They also have the vibes of being a pair of friends with benefits. The benefit of being able to use two of the joy-cons of a nintendo switch to play to gaymer rage together ^3^
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Since request are open would it be to much to ask for a ghost x reader? Also since theirs two of you who runs the account who’s older? I get this might be a bit odd to answer lol but what’s y’all’s schedules like? Just to get a general idea of how much time you both spend writing, sorry if that sounds kinda rude 😅 I’m just really curious
Hello! 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 here, that's actually not a strange question at all—I'm older, to give you the main rundown. Regarding our schedules, we would rather to keep them largely confidential, but they can be described as hectic and full.
If you haven't gotten to know who we are don't be shy here is our "༺☆༻ Introduction ༺☆༻"
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Quiet Valor
Word Count: 431
Warnings: None
Ghost x Fem! Wife! Reader
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
After a grueling day of tactical operations and close calls, Ghost finally returned to the safe house. His mask, a symbol of stoicism, hid the weariness in his eyes, but you knew him better than anyone else. You could see past the facade to the man beneath.
Ghost’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he made his way to the living room, where you sat curled up on the couch, a book in hand. You looked up, your eyes meeting his, and in that instant, the mask wasn’t just a physical barrier—it was a symbol of the distance he often put between himself and the world.
But with you, he didn’t need the mask. You saw him, not just the soldier, but the man with hopes, fears, and dreams. The man who loved the sound of rain against the windowpanes and the quiet moments just before dawn.
As he sat down beside you, the tension in his shoulders began to ease. You set aside your book, turning to face him fully. You greeted him with a warm smile, the kind that always seemed to reach right into his soul. “Rough day love?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
Ghost just nodded, the weight of the day’s events etched into the lines of his body. He was like a tightly coiled spring, wound up with tension and stress. “It was… intense,” he admitted, the words heavy with unspoken stories.
Without a word, you scooted closer, reaching up to gently tug at the edge of his mask. He didn’t stop you as you slowly lifted it, revealing the stubble-lined jaw and the faintest hint of a smile at your boldness.
“I think you need a bit of… distraction,” you said, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.
Before he could respond, you launched into an exaggerated retelling of the neighbor’s cat’s latest escapade, complete with wild hand gestures and dramatic pauses. Ghost couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound muffled but genuine.
“And then,” you paused for effect, “the little furball actually—” you paused, leaning in close, your breath tickling his ear. In a swift motion, you pressed your lips to his cheek, cutting off your own story. Ghost’s laughter broke free, a rare and heartwarming sound.
“You’re impossible,” he said, but the warmth in his voice told you he wouldn’t have it any other way.
For the rest of the evening, you kept up your antics, each silly joke and surprise kiss peeling away the layers of his stress, revealing the man who could still find joy in the little things, thanks to you.
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