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callmemickey · 7 months

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Pepsi cola gmfo!!!!!😮‍💨😭🫨 my brain is fried i love pleasure dom!simon SO much im gonna manifest this man into my life😫 that being said, I for one would love to see what happened that one time reader tried to sneak up on him and got a firsthand demonstration on what would’ve happened to her if she had been an intruder 👀🍿

oh my god girl noooo 😭 no i couldn’t POSSIBLY wri-

A dreaded late night at work was suddenly flipped into a whirlwind of excitement: no overtime! Your boss said it could wait until the next week, and you could realistically schedule in the work next Wednesday, so you brimmed with happiness. You would gladly stress and fret at work next week just to savor today.

You pulled into your driveway, a burst of energy coursing through you as you were bubbling to see your fiancé. You have frequently been coming home exhausted and much later in the evening, so coming home at the proper time? It was one of the most thrilling moments of your adult life, but coming home on time to your fiancé? Electrifying.

With an urge to surprise him, you kept your eye on the front door as you turned off your car, slinking like a weasel to the porch. You licked your bottom lip before biting it to keep back your giggles. Pulling your keys from your purse, you slowly but firmly slid the key into the door, gingerly twisting it. You exhaled, steadying yourself. Hand on the handle, you turned cautiously, anxiety shooting through your hands.

You opened the door, peeking inside before tiptoeing in, gently shutting and locking behind you. To minimize sound, you were able to slide off your work shoes. You looked down the dark hallway, noting that Simon didn’t hear you, or, at least, he wasn’t standing there waiting. You were tentative, however, with the way you hesitantly moved down the hall, gliding with your pantyhose on.

Peeking, eyes just past the doorway to the living room, you spied on Simon. He sat on the couch on the far end, his back to you with something nonsensical on the television. You narrowed your eyes as you quietly shuffled your feet to the couch, your arms creeping up while your heart pounded incredibly loud in your ears. You were just upon him, feeling as if you just trumped him in stealth - and it almost caused you to laugh.

Your hands, so gentle and featherlight, went to his shoulders. You wanted to quickly then wrap your arms around his chest, as a cute little surprise! But what you failed to realize, which you continue to do, is that your fiancé, a Lieutenant with some crazy special operations unit, couldn’t be surprised.

It was probably because he heard your car in the driveway, the front door unlocking, opening, closing, and relocking, and your feet shuffling on the floor with your breath staggering from excitement and giggles.

Faster than a snake striking its prey, Simon’s hand grasped at your arm, his other hand swooping behind to grab at your back, and with a strong, inhuman pull, flipped you over the couch and onto your back. A yell left your mouth as you flew through the air and landed with a huff. Pinning your hands to your sides, Simon spun around on the couch to straddle you.

“You’re lucky I knew that was you. Wanna know what’d I do if you were a thieving little mouse?” His tone, something you rarely heard, was a threat, but it was still oozing lust.

You were breathless for a moment, his hardened cock tenting his sweatpants, facing you proudly. You looked at it momentarily, jaw slacking and mouth salivating before blinking your gaze back up to him, half-lidded. “Yes,” you sighed eagerly, your heat spreading through your cunt, a wetness rubbing against your panties.

He smirked, lowering the band of his sweatpants and underwear, his gorgeous, thick cock springing free. Your breath stopped for a second, watching the tip bob up and down in your face before standing erect with a slight droop from the heaviness. Oh, fuck, you were so excited to be home.

Simon began rubbing his cock, pre cum beading at the head. He was horny for a while, thinking about you coming home, but reaching peak arousal when he realized you were trying to stealthily surprise him. Cute. So cute that he wanted to fuck that smirk right off of your face.

You squeezed and rocked your hips, rubbing your thighs as you tried to find some semblance of pleasure as Simon was in his. He wouldn’t give. You looked up at him. “Really?” You asked in a sad voice, feeling teased.

“Aww, hah, you think a naughty little thing like you gets to cum?” A rhetorical question. Your mouth went dry and you blinked at him, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Simon shifted up your chest, his groin just about to press your face, his heat emanating onto you. You moaned softly, excitedly, a smile filled with anticipation on your face. His hand still on his cock, he lightly tapped your cheek with his firm erection. You giggled, closing your eyes for a moment before looking back up at him.

“Open.” His tone was curt, demanding.

You obeyed. “Yes, sir.” Your voice rang, hiding a smirk while his hand tensed briefly at your response. Your jaw hung down, tongue out, your hot mouth beckoning him to enter.

His tip pressed onto your tongue and into your mouth, and you immediately began to bob your head onto his cock. Simon sighed, his hand moving to your hair, pulling it out of the way. You gagged, tears biting at your eyes.

“You don’t have to go that hard, baby,” he reassured in a soft voice.

You popped your mouth off of his cock. “But I thought I was a bad girl?” You asked with a pout.

He smirked, falling back into his role. “Yeah - and a fuckin’ slutty little thief, too.” He added, pushing his cock into your mouth, allowing the gags and tears.

Simon struggled with staying in character it seemed, too high strung to want to continue if there was a semblance of him hurting you. What he was going to learn was that his dominance made you painfully horny, a pool laying in your panties.

He popped his cock from your mouth, sighing at seeing you swollen red lips, saliva dripping and drooling from your mouth, mascara smeared. Your eyes were half-lidded, visibly glazed as you looked at him with neediness.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N.” He sighed before sliding back down your body, your hands freeing.

Simon grabbed your blouse and ripped it, buttons flying across the living room as a shrill gasp involuntarily came from you from the shock. You glared at him. “Simon, that was hundreds-“

“I’ll buy you another one.” His tone was rushed as his hands snaked behind your back and undid your bra, pulling everything off from the top of your body. The man was desperate.

His hands groped deeply at your breasts, squeezing your nipples firmly, and you yelped at the movement. Simon got off of you briefly, and before you could react, he flipped you over on the couch so you were lying on your stomach. He straddled your thighs, pushing up your skirt to reveal your ass.

He angled your hips up, and, startling you, ripped your pantyhose in half to reveal your black thong. You moaned at his aggression, his hands pulling your panties down and spreading your ass. He inhaled as you whimpered, your cunt, glistening and wet, felt the cool air hit, causing a shiver to ripple up your back.

Simon’s fingers rubbed in between your folds, momentarily circling your clit before submerging them inside your needy hole. You cried out as he gave a few experimental thrusts. “You this fuckin’ wet, huh?” He chuckled, “Needy little slut.”

He pulled his fingers out, another cry leaving you as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. You whined, wiggling your hips against him, trying to usher him to plunge into you. A harsh slap stung your ass, causing you to yelp. “Simon!” You gasped, looking back at him.

His normally warm brown eyes seemed almost pitch black with desire, face serious. He squeezed your ass almost painfully, causing you to whimper. Before you could open your mouth again, he pushed his cock in, sheathing completely in one thrust.

A cry left you as he pulled back, and began fucking you with a fierce speed, your cunt barely stretched and ready. You let out a series of sharp moans, his cock angled and hitting that spot inside your pussy just right. “O-o-oh my g-god,” you gasped, beginning to lose your breath as the pleasure was building incredibly fast.

“You’re so cute- ah, thinkin’ you can sneak up on me. Like I didn’t hear you the moment you pulled in.” His hips snapped against your ass, your eyes rolling back as his cock drilled so hard into you, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“S-Si-Si-Simon-,” you squeaked with every thrust, struggling to say his name in one breath, the pleasure drowning you and pulling you down into dark depths.

He slammed into you with such drive and force that you couldn’t seem to even let out a moan, as well as barely breathe. It was teetering so dangerously close where you would be begging him to finish. Your body was flushed, covered with a film of a sweat, and your hair stuck to your face and neck.

You felt your orgasm heating up so heavy that when it started to approach, it was rushing in like a bullet train. Your nails dug at the fabric of the couch as you buried your face in.

“Oh, no, no,” Simon growled, his hand gripping into your hair and pulling your face up and to the side to make you look at him, “you’re gonna look at me while I make you cum.” He demanded, your eyes half-lidded. You barely processed what he said, because your cunt constricted and the raging impact of your orgasm stalled the breath in your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, “c’mon, baby.”

You fought the need for your eyes to roll back, straining to keep your gaze on him as you felt like your soul was imploding. “F-fuck, Simon!” You finally cried out, your moans pouring from you.

“Thaaat’s it, hah, that’s a good fuckin’ girl.” His voice was a harsh purr in your ear as he continued to fuck you through your insanity.

Simon briefly pulled out of you, a groan of disappointment ripped from you at the sudden absence of being filled. He flipped you over onto your back, your legs resting on his thighs and hands finding their way to his back.

Simon’s cock sunk into you, pushing through your still clamped walls, causing you to cry out, nails beginning to dig into the flesh on his back. He let out a very rare moan, hips slapping loudly against yours. “Ah, I wanna see your pretty face when I cum, Y/N.”

He moved your hair away from your face, watching you pant sharply as he put his thumb in your mouth. He pressed his thumb down onto your tongue, his index finger hooked and holding your chin. Simon held your mouth open, your gasps and moans falling out of you.

His hips began to lose a rhythm and his cock was hitting you harder. His hand fell from your mouth to grip the couch tightly, as if holding on. You cried out at his out of sync pace, nails pulling across his back at how overwhelmingly relentless he was, and you were close to tapping out. “Hah, ah, f-fuck, Y/N.” His voice was strained, struggling, just before he let out a harsh groan.

Simon’s hips crashed into yours once more, his cock pressed tightly against your cervix. You felt his cum pushing and filling you, causing you to shiver and let out a small whimper. He panted heavily above you, his cock still twitching inside your hole, making sure every last drop was nestled deep in your cunt.

And there he kneeled above you, dominant, protective. Simon loosened his grip from the couch, pushing hair away from your face. Half of his face was illuminated from the television, and he took a moment to watch you, flushed, sweaty, hot. He smiled softly, leaning in and giving you a deep kiss as he slid his softening cock out. You sighed into the kiss as he pulled away, his cum immediately beginning to bead out of your hole. He popped his sweatpants and underwear band up back over his hips. He leaned on his heel, his hands resting on the tops of your thighs.

“So all I learned tonight is to just break in.” You stated, causing him to chuckle, a hand rubbing your leg lightly. “Alternatively,” you started, letting the thought simmer aloud, “you could break in.”

He smirked and cocked his head. “And what’re you gonna do to stop me, love?”

“Nothing.”

#Simon can’t roleplay #cod mw2 #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

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ghouljams · 7 months

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ALL OF YOUR MEDIEVAL GHOST POSTS ARE SO POETIC AND SO FULL OF LONGING GRGRGR GOING FERAL I LOVE YOUR WRITIBG

I wish I could say it's on purpose but I think a lot of the knight!Ghost stuff has been me riffing, especially the recent "my knight/my lady" stuff.

Here's more riffing, and what I'm going to put as the official start of Act 2, even though we already have like 3 Act 2 posts. Ghost gets taken off the Princess's service. (My lady the way a martyr begs for forgiveness)

"I don't understand."

"What is there to understand?" The King asks, leaning against his desk. His own guards stand at the corners of the office, waiting for a reason to drag Ghost out.

"Have I not performed my duties to the best of my abilities?" Ghost asks, it's a rhetorical question, they both know he has. The King grits his teeth.

"You have gone above and beyond."

"Then, you think I'm not skilled enough to continue in this position." Ghost's fingers tighten on the helm under his arm. To say he respects this man is an overestimation of his fondness.

"You're more than qualified." The glare from the King might cause a lesser man to waver. Ghost is well aware that cornered dogs always bare their teeth.

"If I'm performing my duty well, and I'm over qualified to continue performing it, then the princess must have complained," Ghost reasons out. The King's fingers tighten their grip on each other, unwilling to bang his fist against the table in the face of such insubordination.

"Her praises of you grow by the hour." His attempts at keeping an even tone are admirable, Ghost will give him that. Ghost hums, as if he needs to think about any of this.

"Then I see no reason to remove me as her personal guard," He raises a brow, "besides, I thought my lady was in charge of dismissing her staff." The King's eye twitches.

"I'm offering you a promotion, not a dismissal."

"And I'm rejecting it, good day," Ghost offers a short bow and turns to the door. The knights on either side of it settle their hands on their swords hilts.

"Allow me to rephrase," there's the scrape of a chair, the king standing, "you will leave the princess's retinue and take the position as captain of the guard or I will arrest you for treason and throw you in the dungeon."

Ghost's eyes dart between the guards in the room, all as well trained as he is. Still, if he's going to be arrested for treason anyway he may as well go all in. What's a dog without its master, what is he if he isn't yours? How upset would you be if he was locked away, if he was executed? If he could reach the king before the guards reached him...

Hell, men have taken kingdoms over less. So he has to kill a few measly heirs, and the power vacuum would be a nightmare, but you have as much right to the throne as anyone. He could do it for you. He could fix this.

But it would destroy you. Your reputation, already starting to tarnish, would be gone. You'd be a queen to turmoil and strife. You don't deserve that. You deserve a good life, a happy, easy, life. Even if that life doesn't include him.

He'll still be able to see you occasionally. Ghost can live a lifetime on those rare occasions. His fingers ache from how tightly they'd been clenched as he uncurls his fists. The eyes of the guards in the room are wary, scared. Ghost wonders when the last time he'd seen his own men like that was. When was the last time he'd felt this rabid, liable to strike at any sudden movement.

"I understand," he grits out.

"My wife may be soft on you, but someone has to think about what's best for the kingdom," The King tells him, "for the monarchy."

Never for you, Ghost thinks, it's never about what's best for you. If it were anyone else but the King he might draw his sword right there. Fuck. He'd spit on the monarchy if you weren't a part of it. What do they know about what's best for you? They won't even acknowledge your tears.

#ghoul speaks #writing for knight ghost reminds me of when i used to roleplay with my ex lol #just the level of poetry to it #cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #knight!Ghost #medieval au

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the141ghost · 9 months

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@kingfishered said : "if a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?" (from soap to ghost)

Something about the operation today felt... off.

And that was being generous. Ghost didn't usually get anxious like this over a mission. In fact, it was usually the opposite. Usually, he'd be bouncing off the fucking walls to get back out on the field, to get his hands dirty, to be useful.

Not today.

From the second they had made infil, right until now, he'd had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.

His team had pushed in first, and as Johnny was muling the explosives, Ghost had instructed him to keep a decent distance back, to keep safe. Sure, the explosives were mostly the reason. But, even since the night when Johnny had found him covered in blood in his office and tenderly cleaned him up, Ghost had found himself getting more and more tentative about allowing his Sergeant into the line of fire. What if something happened to Johnny? What if something happened to Johnny on his watch, today? He'd never be able to fucking forgive himself.

Despite his persistent paranoia and the gut feeling that something would go terribly wrong, it had all been going fine. Smoothly. Well, even. That was until...

"If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?"

Ghost had to admit he was glad for the mask, or else everyone in the fucking room would have seen the sheer look of horror on his face. Here Johnny was, chatting away like he wasn't on a job with the terrifying Ghost. No, Johnny was acting like he usually did when it was just him and Simon.

That wasn't how it could go today. He had half a mind to give Johnny an apologetic look before he spoke, but that sentiment quickly went out the window when Ghost became acutely aware of all the eyes on him, waiting with bated breath to see their Lieutenant's reaction to the question.

If it wasn't for their company in the room, men and women who hadn't worked with Ghost enough to realise he was a ball of bad jokes and anxiety, he might have laughed. He might have actually tried to answer the question, it was quite an interesting one to think about.

But, unfortunately for Johnny, Ghost had to save at least a little face, and couldn't be setting a bad example for the rookies by letting himself get distracted by his Sergeant.

Agonisingly slowly, Ghost turned, fully facing Johnny with his hands tightly gripping his rifle and his feet planted firmly on the ground. He fixed him with an annoyed stare, knit brows behind the undoubtedly suffocating mask. It was pretty warm, it wasn't a surprise he was struggling to breathe a little. Though, he did suppose he could put that down to shock over Johnny's... peculiar question.

Maybe it was a bit of both.

"What the fuck do you mean, a fucking genie, Soap?

No Johnny for him, not while he was fooling around and pulling everyone's attention off task.

"Sergeant, some of us are trying to do our job, here," Ghost hissed, stepping towards him, taking him roughly by the arm and marching him out into the already cleared corridor. Out of earshot of everyone else, Ghost ducked his head in, voice lowered and tone much softer. "What would you ask for?"

#tbd//answered asks #tbd//threads #simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty roleplay #cod ghost #cod mw2

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mileauge · 3 months

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heyo i haven’t posted ads in a while so i’m sloppy but i’m looking for some more cod rps. 18+ as always and up for almost anything. open to most ships but currently have some fixation on a couple. blue is who i’d prefer but always open to the opposite.

ghost x roach

ghost x soap

keegan x logan

alejandro x rudy

graves x price

i’m also open to talking ooc and such, also not just limited to these pairings. pm or like if interested : )

#call of duty rp #cod rp #ghostsoap #ghostroach #alerudy #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #john price #philip graves #alejandro vargas #logan walker #keegan p russ #call of duty roleplay #rodolfo parra

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asksimonghostriley · 3 months

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“Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most.”

18+ Can be NSFW

DO NOT SPAM LIKE

Lets be fuckin' honest, mate, anyone can interact, if they're of age not my bloody responsibility, get off if you are a minor. Don't interact.

Messages/Ask open

Anonymous Members; Babygirl Anon, 🍉, ☀️, 🥶, Sharp edges 🌊, 🫖, 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿, 🐩, 🎀, 💀, 🍃, 🦈, 🍫, ☎️, 💌, 🐺, 🐲, ⚠️, ♠️, 🎱, 🍽, ☢️, 🫀, 💄, 🍁, 🎸, ☕️, 🐆, 🐘, 🚬

Taboo's, Concerns, ETC; Anything goes except for pedo/lolicon, manipulation, watersports, rape.

OOC; This is basically roleplay, keep it in mind lads.

Inspo @ask-captain-john-price & @sgtjohnnysoapmactavish

#simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #roleplay #ghost x male reader #ghost x female reader #tw

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alkaline-wtr · 2 months

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I spent way too much time today making Character.AI bots for Task Force 141.

They aren’t given any pre determined prompts or scenarios so you are free to chat or role play with them however you like.

If you’d like to chat with them, they are all currently public on my Character.AI profile

Or, you can click here to see a master list with links to of all my available bots.

A couple of the bots are ones I created months ago and kept private for my own use. I have been tweaking them to respond as accurately as I could manage, to keep them true to their characters. I will continue to do this with the newer ones as well.

If you’d like to see any other bots or would like any specific scenarios for them feel free to me.

P.S. the profile pictures I used for the bots are all art by @sleepyconfusedpotato here on Tumblr. I wanted the bots to all have cohesive pictures 🙏💚

#cod mw2 #character ai #cod imagine #cod x reader #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kate laswell #john price #beta character ai #ai bots #alkaline writes #cod roleplay #roleplay

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acidicguts · 5 months

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COD MWII/COD MWIII ROLEPLAY

Looking to rp cod 2022/2023 with alt timelines bc mwIII 2023 was garbage lmao

Looking for GhostSoap/SoapGhost!

Multi paragraph Literate only please

I play Johnny/Soap best, Nsfw welcome! 18+ ONLY

Add me on Discord: AcidicGuts

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autistic-cowboy · 3 months

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Hey! I was wondering if anyone is interested in doing a COD rp with me? I have a small plot and starter ready for either ships if anyone is interested. Just comment on here or pm me <3

GhostSoap- Soap

AleRudy- Rodolfo

PriceGaz- Gaz

NikPrice- Price

PriceGraves- Graves

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sunshinevs3 · 3 months

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Hi! 21f here! looking for someone who wants to roleplay COD with Oc x canon! I can double and do FxF or MxF, but for my end I would like it to be MxF. I can play most people from the remakes! I prefer to write on discord, and please be 18+ due to mature contents and my own age! like this post if it’s something you are interested in and i’ll message you!

#discord rp #call of duty roleplay #call of duty rp #call of duty rps #captain john price rp #john price roleplay #john price rp #simon riley roleplay #simon riley rp #call of duty #cod rp #cod roleplay #soap roleplay #john mactavish roleplay

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sadist-roleplayer · 8 months

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[𝘔4𝘍] 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦.

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"Let's do this!" A thick British accent spoke loudly as the 6’3 strong man that followed it ran into the battlefield. He was on a mission with Task force 141. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Code mission- Dark. This mission was taken during the late evening. Task force 141 had to sneak and interrogate anyone for information. Simple.

Price noticed an enemy near by and decides to run after them. “Wait up!” Soap yelled following after Price. Leaving Roach, Frost and Ghost together. That was until Frost yelled out. “FRAG GRENADE”

The three of them jumped in different ways. Ghost soon recovers and pushes himself up out of the rubble. His grey eyes blinking and looking around as he yells out from under his skull mask for his teammates but they’re nowhere to be see. “Bloody hell where are they?-” Just then he felt a presence behind him. Turning around with a quick draw of his rifle, looking through the sights instantly he spoke. “Don’t move a fucking muscle…”

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Rules:

Continue in dms with your name and response to the roleplay.

I only roleplay in third person, please don’t use first person.

3+ lines are appreciated.

Open to different kinks.

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ghostofaman · 9 months

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he’s awake. has been for a while. he’s been keeping an eye on the reader. they were rather disturbed during their slumber… almost like they were hurt. he was concerned. are they injured?

#call of duty #call of duty rp #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod rp #cod x oc #ghost #ghost rp #ghost x oc #roleplay #call of duty ghosts #cod ghost x reader #cod ghost rp #cod ghosts rp #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #Simon ghost Riley rp #Simon ghost Riley x oc #spacebambi

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sunmoon9129 · 4 months

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modern warfare roleplay!

Hey! My name is Moon or Sun; either one is fine with me. I'm a 23-year-old female. Currently, I have some major brain rot for modern warfare, and I'm absolutely obsessed with Price or Captain Price. I'm extremely obsessed with him at the moment, and I really want to do an angsty and sweet roleplay with him and my OC.

I'm fine with doubling, and I prefer it. I'm most comfortable playing Köing, and anyone from Task Force 141 can do Graves, but fair warning, it may not be the best or most accurate because I haven't really played his character and I haven't looked into him to the point where I'm extremely ok playing him.

I've been roleplaying for about 5 or 6 years now, and I absolutely adore it. I usually write 2-4 paragraphs per response, and I'm happy to send a writing sample on request. I mainly use servers since I'm a sucker for organization and everything having its own spot, especially if we're doing a double I love being friends out of roleplay and sharing headcanons, music, TikTok's, and all of that if you're into that.

I only have about 2 or 3 requirements, and those are that you have to be 18+, because I do, and that this roleplay should include NSFW. The second is that you use Discord because I don't check Tumblr a lot, and I just prefer Discord. My last requirement is no one-liners, absolutely no one or two-liners, because they give me almost nothing to get off of, and they kind of kill any suspense we're building up. That's about it for my requirements.

My discord is down below. Please either DM me on here or Discord so we can talk about the plot and what it will include, especially the angst part. I hope to hear from you soon :)

sunmoon4098

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the141ghost · 10 months

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@kingfishered from xxx

' classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary [from soap] '

It wasn't news to anyone that Ghost was a terrible driver.

When he was behind the wheel, everything that was in the car's way was merely a speedbump, people included in that.

But, stupidly enough, it wasn't the driving that had left the most damage. Of course, when the airbags didn't deploy upon crashing and he took a straight shot of the steering wheel to his face, it did smart a bit, even through his mask.

No, it was the mad dash he then had to make to exfil which was what really took him down a peg.

With his ears still ringing from the collision, he'd fallen from the---violently smoking---truck and landed right onto his elbow. It definitely did more damage than he cared to think about, beyond shredding his skin until he felt wetness drip down his arm.

Getting jumped by the enemy barely seconds after he'd found his footing... Well, that surely didn't help, either. The attacker got a good couple of slashes to his forearm before Ghost could take him down, and he might have taken a little more frustration out on the man than he had to, caving his face in on the broken-down car and leaving his limp corpse next to it.

But, in spite of all the obstacles that had been thrown at him, he made it to exfil on time and with his wits still mostly about him.

The medics had tried to take a look at him when they landed, being covered in blood seemed to be a cause for concern to them, but one cold stare had them backing off to attend to matters wherever was furthest from the agitated Lieutenant.

He could deal with it in the privacy of his office, where he would be alone to curse himself for nearly blowing the whole operation because he panicked. He did, however, accept the offered ibuprofen, though it didn't stay in his system for nearly long enough to work before he was hunched over the nearest bin, coughing his insides out. In hindsight, he should have known better than taking it on an empty stomach.

The walk to his office felt longer than he remembered it to be. Though he swore he hadn't taken any wrong turns, the base had suddenly become a labyrinth for him to navigate. Eventually, mostly through muscle memory, he found his way.

After throwing his well-loved first aid kit onto his desk and tugging his mask up over his eyes, leaving it hanging loosely around the crown of his head, he sunk into his office chair with a loud groan.

He massaged roughly at his aching shoulders, eyelids dropped closed, and a deep, pained knit between his brows, before his eyes shot back open at the loud knocking on his office door.

The furrow in his brow only deepened as he shot a glance to the clock on the wall. It was late, too late for it to be work-related unless they were about to send him out on another job.

Somehow, he wouldn't have even been surprised.

"Come in," he called out, voice rough and hoarse, as he tugged his mask back down to cover his face, wiping the dried blood off his fingers onto the fabric of his trousers before he busied himself with the papers on his desk.

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