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Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!reader

zombie apocalypse au

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 <<

description: after helping Soap and Ghost they invite you back to their safehouse to get warm. both seem to take a keen interest in keeping you around. 

warnings: canon typical violence, pretty tame chapter

word count: 2.5k

“Where are yah headin’?” Soap asks, his face rosy from the cold. The three of you had begun your journey to the other side of town. The two men had claimed to have a makeshift base in an empty house- one with running water. You adjust your own balaclava at the question. There wasn’t an honest answer. 

“Was planning on starting back up North for the Yukon- figure summer there wouldn’t be half bad.” You shrug. It wasn’t entirely untrue. You were confident enough in your abilities to survive in the wild that the idea seemed appealing.

The pair exchange glances with each other, a silent conversation being had without you. It wasn’t uncommon for those in groups to behave this way. when you’re trapped with the same person for so long it must be hard to remain separate individuals rather than a collective. 

 “That’s an awfully long walk from here- that’ll take yah till summer at least. What’s up that way?” Soap questions, his face contorting into confusion. There was nothing in the territories, it was basically the same as before the outbreak. Just like Alaska. The only people living that far North were the Natives that had reclaimed their land. As the infection drags on, resources made from before are getting harder to find in useable condition. Retreating into the wilderness where no infected could reach seemed like the most reasonable option for good weather. 

“Nothing.” You assert. That seems to be a sufficient enough answer for him. 

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Just a little turned around.

Honestly, it wasn’t as if Y/N was defenceless.

It just so happened that on this one damn day, some asshole had managed to pickpocket her pouch. Not her wallet (that was back at the hotel), not her phone, just her money pouch, which contained the currency of the foreign country she was in. Being prepared and somewhat responsible, Y/N had only put in a day's worth of money into that pouch. In fact, it amazed her how he hadn't gone for her passport or even her phone. No, just the thing that would be most inconvenient for her.

Staring a hole into the ground, she pressed her fingertips to her forehead in an attempt to calm herself down and gather her thoughts. She had chased this slippery bastard all the way to this street where he turned the corner and into a dead end. Then he-, wait.

Y/N straightened up and her eyes darted around frantically. Where was she?

Nothing was familiar. A cafe on the cobbled stone street, a flower shop and a bakery. None of which she had seen before.

Wonderful, now, as well as having no money in a foreign country, she was bloody lost.

“Fuck me dead and sideways till Monday morning.” She huffed, while once again rubbing her forehead with her hand. Honestly, at this point, nothing could particularly get worse.

“That coul’ be arranged!” An accented voice called out from behind her. Scottish perhaps?

“Has a mouth on her.” Another replied in amusement while another voice just grunted in acknowledgement.

Y/N turned around to spit back a witty retort that quickly died on her lips.

“Uh..” She stuttered out intelligently.

Three men, each a prepossessing sight. One was wearing a cap, a blue denim jacket and some black jeans. He was brown eyed and dark skinned, nothing short of a model. His friend was leaning on him, crossed arms, a short mohawk, blue eyes, scruffy looking beard and a cheeky looking smirk. He donned a biker jacket with the small Scottish flag where his breast pocket would be and seemed to be wearing dog tags over his grey t-shirt. The last of them was a hulking man dressed fully in black, his face was obscured with a face mask akin to those of celebrities, however his presence was less of a star and more intimidating. Almost menacing. Maybe he was their bodyguard?

Y/N shook her head and replied,

“Yeah no thanks mate, I’ve got a bit on my plate at the moment, maybe in another life?” She nodded at the three before turning back around and walking towards the coffee shop.

“Oi, Bonnie, we can help ya if ya need. Besides, yer lookin' a bit peely wally.” The man with the mohawk called out.

“What the bloody hell are you on about mate.” Y/N asked, bewildered clearly not understanding the Scottish man's accent.

“ He thinks you look pale.” The large figure behind him rumbled helpfully.

Y/N blinked,

“Is he saying I look sickly?” She turned around and glowered at the man.

“No love, what we mean to say is, you look like you need some help?” The man with the baseball cap stepped forward carefully, as if not to spook her.

“Well, unless you’ve got a tracker dog, a body bag and a large metal pipe, I don't think you’re going to be much help to me.” She crossed her arms defiantly.

“Tha’ can be arranged bonnie.” The mischievous looking man grinned, stepping up while the man behind him followed while giving a non committal grunt.

“I’m Kyle, the annoying one is Johnny and that’s-”

“Simon.” The masked man grumbled while the other two threw a quick look at the third man.

She wrinkled her nose.

“Y/N, pleasure to meet you.” She nodded at the men before sighing, “Alright, I’m here for a holiday, trying to feel out if I wanna move out here for work. I was just takin’ a look around when some asshat came up and fell on me and grabbed my money pouch.” She spoke quickly, somewhat embarrassed that she was admitting to three strangers that she had been duped so easily.

“Ah lovie, unless you remember what he looks like or what he was wearin’ s’ gonna be hard for you to get it back. Do you remember how much you had in there?”

She shrugged, “It was meant to get me lunch and dinner before I checked out of my current hotel to find another one. The rest of the cash is in my hotel room.” She hung her head and sighed.

“Honestly I just need to find my way back and then I can sleep over things. I can skip a meal or two.”

“Gonny no dae that!” Johnny exclaimed, “Yer look like yer already skippin’ meals lass. We’ll take you to lunch and dinner! We got nothin’ ta do anyways!”

The one dressed in all black, Simon was it? Grunted out an agreement.

“You ain't gonna find much around here. You’re not far away from the military base.”

“Whaddya you say love? Let us show you around?” Kyle hummed, cocking his head akin to a begging puppy.

Y/N quirked her lips in thought. Would it be a smart move to let these strangers escort her around? Was she hungry enough to make a questionable decision?

“Well…”

“We’re not strange men, we promise miss.” The taller Brit offered.

“That's exactly what a strange man would say LT.”Johnny quipped, earning a light bonk on the head from the taller man.

Y/N shoulders relaxed when they saw the playful display of banter between the men. Surely this meant they were safe. Right?

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

NF and Ghost??? Hear me out

If you know NF you know his songs and how in those he alternates between himself and his "alternate". How it's a battle between them both.

This reminds me so much of certain fanfics with ghost and Simon. They are the same body but not the same person in those.

Like just make the connection. Sure NF and Ghost are two different situations in different ways but the alternate and just the fighting for control is just so similar to what I've read so far. Opinions?

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Holiday Season

pairing. obsessed!141 / polar bear-hybrid!reader *scenario/headcanons

note. gender neutral reader. reader is physically described to be 6ft or over. common hybrid features such as animal ears, tail, nose, claws, and paw pads.

cw. unhealthy relationships/yandere themes, meat and blood mentions, a lot of eating from hands mentions, a weird type of infantilization, big bad bear is called cute a stupid amount of times, dangerous but passive reader, vague made-up base because i watch too many movies.

Holed up in the middle of fucking nowhere, Alaska, the white wasteland. That's how the 141 were going to spend the merry month of December. Endless snow in sight and no family to be found. A complete and utter joke of a holiday season.

It scarcely matters, the food that's been stored, the dense furniture they've been given, even the solace they find in each other. It's miserable out here. The freeze is always licking at their skin, seeping through their layered clothes to cling to the exposed nape. It's their constant company.

Yet, something else bothers them. A hint that only their trained eyes could catch in their misery. An entity, perhaps, something that follows the men without rest. It's a shadow of winter, blanketing itself around the base and leaving its warmth with no trace to its next destination. Only something another human could pull off.

Dishes left strewn on the counter are returned to their cupboards, clean and scrubbed. Leftovers are consistently missing a bite more than what Soap remembers wolfing the night before. If a blanket or pillow goes missing, best bet it doesn't come back. It doesn't take much convincing for Price to round up his boys to find out the root of their question. Not when they've nothing else to do.

It's Soap who finds you first. Rummaging through the fridge with a plastic container in your hands, that adorable black nose covered in spaghetti sauce. He wonders how they didn't hear you sooner with the way you carelessly scarf down the contents. You remind him a little of himself...

Little round ears perk up at the sound of his gasp. Soap freezes in place as your head cranes back to inspect him. Eyes staring at him with indifference, a lone noodle stuck to your cheek and tomato red staining your considerably large teeth. Sharp and big, enough to poke out from your mouth and dig into your chapped bottom lip. A similarly large grayish-blue tongue swipes out to clean the damning evidence.

So. Fucking. Cute.

Johnny is thanking the names of every God he knows when you let him lead you by hand to his team. A new warmth flows through his body, lighting up his dormant nerves in the winter night, your thick black claws prodding into his rough skin. You must be a docile ol' thing, obediently following him to his buddies, though only after he bribes you with more meals to come. He'll cook up the whole damn kitchen if it means you trail him like this daily.

Ghost is sure that Johnny's the one hiding furry ears and a tail when he rushes over like a dog with a fresh new bone. That, and he's more crazy than he imagined dragging over what looks to be a six foot something polar bear hybrid right his way. Ghost doesn't forget things easily, and he's confident that said bears are known to be the most eager predators in the presence of flesh. Not just by circumstance, no, by nature.

A strange thought does pop up in head. That fluffy white tail you sport catches his eye for longer than he'd like to admit. He wonders. If he offered up a nice, raw chunk of seal to you, would it wag in anticipation? Would your ears twitch at the sounds of his boots crunching in the snow, bringing you yet another delicious catch? He could be the perfect provider for you, he thinks. Maybe even have you hunt alongside him, a bonding ritual of sorts. Blood all over your mouth, allowing only Simon to dab away at your chin with a towel. What a sight to behold. Two predators in the same room.

Gaz takes a step away before doing the exact opposite a minute later. You're not just some wild animal, and he's half worried he just disrespected you to your face (you didn't see it). Any bit of nervousness he had melts away when you gently push your nose into his warm hands. He was going for a handshake, but this is surprisingly preferred. Seems he missed wiping some the cocoa from a recent pot of hot chocolate. He hadn't expected you to be so... soft. If you want more, he's got a heap of cookies hidden away in his room. No issue with you visiting him for a late night snack. Christ, he'll even handfeed you if you're feeling lazy, no worries.

Captain Price nearly drops the flimsy cup of coffee held in his gloved hands. Fucking giant thing you are. He nearly drops it again when your nose takes a sharp turn to the smell of his beverage. Not picky, are you... He'll keep note of that for later. From the looks of it, you're adapting well to the chaos of his batch, sniffing and patiently waiting for Soap to release you from his iron grip on your paw pad. He also takes note of what your wearing almost immediately, Arctic grade parka wrapped around your waist in favor of standard workwear, more akin to a jumpsuit than winter gear. Unbelievable. However, that does explain it now. You work here.

It makes sense, considering you're one of the more volatile hybrids. So many people, including your bosses, are uneasy about the predators. It must've been particularly bad for you. Hiding you away in a big and lonely base to eat dinner at an empty table. The world unable to appreciate you for what you are.

Price on the other hand, he knows his boys like the back of his hand. They understand your type. Would take you in without judgement or fear. Indulge you. Feed you fat red meat from calloused palms and let you lap at the warm blood still dripping on the snow. Gladly clean the droplets that stain your pure white parka. Make you warm.

Fucking hell. This is a need😫😫😫

Wearing Simon's hoodie while he fucks you, getting to hide your face in the sleeves and instead getting wrapped up in the smell of him, voice cracking on every whimper when he talks down to you. All sensitive and needy for him as you get closer to your release.

This man has given me back the desire to draw after months of not being able to do so. Bless him.

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— So Close yet so Far .

“ New Ao3 Chapter ! ,,

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x M!Reader

SFW : Fluff & Light Angst ( ? ) .

Its late into the night after a failed mission. Leaving TF-141 at a safe house nearby till tomorrow morning when a helo will finally come. But for now, the team is stuck there till then. In the cold summer of Norway.

As the time goes on, the urge arises like it always does. To smoke. To get his hands on a cigarette. So he does, but he’s not alone on that. A little bit of a reunion, hm?

See chapters below . . .

Chapter : ‘ Intertwined ’ .

Chapter : ‘ So Close yet so Far ’ .

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❝ Intertwined ,, ⫘ Series !! ~ PT2 . . .

꒰ SFW ; Comfort & Light Angst ( ? ) ꒱

❝ Lost in The Eyes of the Stars ,, ⫘ OneShot !!

꒰ VERY SFW ; Comfort & Just a lot of romances between two “ friends ” ꒱

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BRO OHMYGOD

"D'you ever think about what your life's gonna be like after the military?"

Simon ponders your question for a moment, taking a drag from his cigarette before passing it to you, ignoring the warmth he feels as your fingers graze his own.

He exhales, a puff of gray smoke pouring from his parted lips before he allows his gaze to flicker to you, ignoring the warmth he feels as he realizes you had already been staring at him.

"Not really," he answers with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. "Why? You've thought about it?"

You exhale the smoke from your lungs, lips already turning upward in a bright smile as you extend his cigarette back to him.

"Course I have. Gonna live out on some ranch with more animals than I can count on my fingers," you reply brightly, a chuckle breaking up your words as you realize just how childish you sound.

Simon takes another drag from the cigarette, then dropping it to the ground and snuffing it out with the toe of his boot.

"This ranch big enough for both of us?"

You raise an eyebrow at him.

"What do you think?"

The jingle of his keys echoes through the empty entrance hall of his newly purchased farmhouse. 2 acres of land that he could solely call his own. Just outside he can hear the clatter of the cattle's bells, the barking of the farm dog, and the bleats from hungry goats and sheep.

All his.

He places down the keys, looking around the empty farmhouse. His hand digs for something beneath his shirt, fingers curling around a second dog tag that rests against his own.

Simon tugs it from its place, allowing it to be seen from underneath his shirt.

His fingers trace the raised letters, eyes burning with the unfamiliar sensation of tears. Funny that he would cry now.

"I think it is big enough for us two," he whispers.

Simon's fingers stop their tracing, dropping the dog tag against his chest. He blinks, ignoring his tears as they cling to his bottom lashes.

"You'd love it here."

— MODERN WAREFARE REBOOT.

𝐢. INTEL FILES BELOW ARE CONFIDENTIAL. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

READER : PRICE x MALE READER FILE. GHOST x MALE READER FILE. SOAP x MALE READER FILE. GAZ x MALE READER FILE.

GHOAP x MALE READER FILE.

SHIPS : GHOST x SOAP FILE.

OTHER : ACTION FILE.

MMMMM SUCH DELICIOUS ANGST

TAKE IT OR LEAVE HIM ᡣ𐭩

pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & reader

synopsis: Ghost forgets your birthday

tags: slight slight angst

Hectic doesn’t begin to describe Ghost’s schedule, yet you accepted him with open arms. He needs to cut your dinner short because he’s needed back at the base? You nod with a smile full of understanding. He forgets a few chores and groceries because he’s piled up with tasks? You kiss his forehead and tell him it’s fine, and you just work around it and rush during your office breaks to do those tasks on your own. You’re exhausted from being held back at the office because the client changed their mind during the finalization, but you come home to a pile of dirty dishes and no dinner? You say you understand, washing up and going to bed while feeling your stomach grumble and waking up to wash the previous night’s dishes just to lessen Ghost’s worries.

You had no problem bending backwards just to accommodate him. You entered the relationship knowing about his schedule, so… were you really in any position to complain? 

A few insignificant tasks and miniscule adjustments to your schedule were nothing; never once uttered a complaint because you understood. Why? Because Ghost always finds a way to make it up to you. Sending bouquets when you close a big deal, treating you to a fancy restaurant during your birthday (though he’s mostly never there to celebrate until the end), and gifting you branded things during your anniversaries… so, it was all okay….. ?

Yes, it’s fine if he never shows up for your dinner date because of work. 

Yes, it’s fine that you spend most nights alone. 

Yes, you can clean the house, shop for groceries, do the laundry, and cook for the both of you. 

It was all okay. You were okay with it. You accepted it. You understood. You can do it. You’re fine. It’s all worth it. It’s not worth any trouble. It’s fine—

You snap back and all thoughts stop rushing into your head. Your phone blares an alarm with the words, ‘DATE NIGHT’, flashing on the screen. Right, it’s your birthday and Ghost promised he’d finally make it this time. So, you wore the prettiest dress, applied the most gorgeous (and time-consuming) makeup, and put on the cutest heels (your feet are getting blisters) because you wanted to spend this night with the man you love most on your Earth… who wasn’t by your side right now, but it’s fine. 

The waiter approaches the table, asking you for what seems to be the 6th time that night if your company is coming because they’re about to close. Giving up, you offer an apologetic smile and gather your things. The walk out the restaurant was embarrassing to say the least. Harsh winter air greets your face, your legs and arms trembling as you try to seek warmth from the take-out bag. You didn’t bring a jacket because, well, you thought Ghost would be there with you, but it’s fine.

The apartment door clicks open and a dark hallway awaits you. ‘Ah, he’s not here yet,’ you think to yourself, a pang of disappointment piercing your heart that raised its hope for one night. With a wince and a pained gasp, your heels come undone. Muted footsteps along the wooden floorboards as you strip out your clothes and wash up. You resign the night with your lover nowhere to be found— once again, but it’s fine. 

Morning dawn cracks through your curtains with a familiar arm around your waist and familiar dip on the mattress. You blink your sleepiness away, taking in every detail of your Simon’s face in the morning. Like he has a third sense, he wakes and stares back at you. First smiles of the day are shared between you two but you expected more. Nothing too grand. Maybe an apology and a greeting? Yet the day goes by with receiving neither, but it’s fine. Maybe the next day’s the charm? 

Nothing.

Irritation towards your lover is a rare occurrence with your endless patience and never-ending understanding of his situation. You still held hopes that maybe he’d finally realize his slip-up, but what did you come home to? Dirty dishes. A pile of them. 

“Ah, sweetheart. You’re home,” he kisses your cheek and presses your waist close to him like usual. The scent of whiskey and cigar lingers on his clothes— a scent you usually adore but now only fuels your anger. “Si, what’s this?” you ask, trying to keep your frustration at bay as you point to the sink. “What? Oh, noticed ‘ya didn’t make dinner so I ate what’s ever left,” he answers cooly like there’s nothing wrong.

“... do you mean you ate my lunch for tomorrow?” 

“That yours? Sorry, baby. ‘Ya can jus’ make another one, and one for me.”

You pull away, slapping his face with tears rushing down your face. Ghost looks at you with shock and confusion which angers you further. How can he not realize why you’re mad?

“Woah, woah. What’s wrong, doll?”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT. Oh, my fucking God, Simon. You’re really asking me that?” you run your fingers through your hair, screaming at his face and throwing your purse at him. “What’s wrong?? You tell me! I slave away at this goddamn house. I go to bed with my bones feeling like weights because I keep cleaning after your mess, but it’s fine! Because you were busy, I understood.”

Tension builds in the air as everything you’ve held back poured out of you. “I never complained because I told you I was fine with your schedule when we first started dating. I fucking bend my body backwards and did everything for you LIKE A MAID. And you have the audacity to ask me what’s wrong? You don’t even ask me how my day went. Asking me to cook for you like I’m just a housekeeper? YOU DON’T EVEN DO ANYTHING FOR ME.” You stomp over to his face, glaring with hatred as you spat out your next words. “Just a fucking reminder that I am your girlfriend. I am not here to clean up after you.”

“Did I ask you to?” he snaps back, returning the same vile stare. “You’re whining about working around the house like I asked you to. Let’s be clear that I never forced you to do these shits around the house.”

“You didn’t have to! You just kept piling up dishes and clothes, leaving a messy trail behind you because you know you expect me to do it for you!”

“And did those come for free? I buy you everything you want on anniversaries and birthdays. You act as if you come for cheap,” he scoffs.

"WELL, GUESS WHAT? YOU FUCKING FORGOT IT THIS YEAR,” you finally confess through sobs. Realization dawns upon your lover, evident on the way his face drops. He tries to approach you but you step back.

“I waited for you like a fool because you promised. I-.. I.. had to tell the waiter 5 times that you were coming because they were on the verge of throwing me out. Did you know how embarrassing it was for me? I… I know I shouldn’t have kept my hopes up but I wanted to believe in you, but.. I’m tired.”

Silence blankets you both as every emotion rushes through your heart. Your throat felt raw and your head was getting heavy from all the crying.

“I’m done, Ghost. I’m tired," you whisper. Those words were simple but Ghost knew what lies underneath. You weren't tired of what you did for him. You were tired of him.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱: woah, angst again? Anyone surprised? This request has been sitting on my inbox for a while but I have enough free time to answer them, so here we are. I will make a König version if this gets attention. 📩

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𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰! 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

"𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢." 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. "𝘛-𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶..." 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴, "𝘚𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 :((.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵!

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢' 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢?"

"𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

"𝘎𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨!

"𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

"𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢."

𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀/𝗼 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮! <𝟯𝟯

Lol simon would send u some texts and then when u call him back this mf be like “talk to me, mama😊”

OMG YES THAT’S SO TRUE! I picture his texts smt like this:

“Mama answer the phone.” “Mama pick up.”

“Mama?”

And then when you eventually call him back, you hear faint rustling in the background and heavy breathing. “Simon?” A low groan and a “Talk to me mama, how was your day?”

You’re still suspicious but still proceed to yap about your day and whatnot. Soon enough you feel like your talking a bit too much for your liking, “Si? You still there?” you mumble softly waiting for a response but all you get is a moan in return. “Fuck, mama. Got me so damn hard. Need your tight fucking cunt around my fat cock.” And you whine, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Fuck mama, can’t wait to get home and fuck dumb.”

“Gonna fill you up so good with my load. You’ll have all my babies, won’t you, mama?”

“Gonna knock you up so good, mama.”

Let’s just say that was by far the most interesting sex call conversation you’ve had with him this month.

-Nany 🩷

Just thinking Simon "Ghost" Riley with freckles, but not really noticeable freckles, you'd have to get really close to see them. But it's the cutest thing ever when you're kissing, and he blushes real hard and you notice his small freckles. And he just starts to blush even more when you stroke his cheeks, slowly counting how many he has. Just after you finish counting the ones on his face he says.

"There's still much more in other places, baby."

Y/n in a barbie voice: "I think I'll go study abroad, Ken!"

Ghost in a rough voice: "No Barbie, you're staying home and having my kids."

Soap: "What the fuck."

so maybe I’m tooting my own horn because I have free time but if anybody wants to send requests for JJK or COD feel free especially my moots! I have a lot of free time and I’d love to spend tmrw answering requests or drabbles

Up late right now thinking about how secret admirer!Ghost knew he was fucked from the moment he laid his eyes. You were just too warm. From the sweet treats you always had, that softer tone you spoke in off-base, to the way your voice melted his insides. What made it worse was having you as a medic on the team. It’s not like he couldn’t work around you- quite the opposite. He works harder to stay out of your infirmary. But when he does come in, He speaks in grunts and nods, this sent the wrong message and left you to ask Price for a transfer or to stay back on missions. When asked why, you explain how you think you are causing an issue between the team - Price laughs at you. Why? Because he knows that at every chance he gets, Simon has the rest of the 141 give him a checkup on how you are doing. And if something is ever wrong - suddenly a beautiful bouquet of your favorite arraignment of flowers or snacks suddenly ends up at your door with no note. And if somebody is wrong well.. let’s say you get the last laugh helping them fix a broken nose or jaw.

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ᥴᥕ/𝗍ᥲgs: sᥙggᥱs𝗍і᥎ᥱ, mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥆𝖿 gᥱᥒі𝗍ᥲᥣs 𝗍һᥲ𝗍's ᥲᥣᥣ і 𝗍һіᥒk

ᥲ/ᥒ: 𝗍ᥲkᥱ 𝗍һіs ᥲs ᥲᥒ ᥲ⍴᥆ᥣ᥆gᥡ 𝖿᥆r ᥒ᥆𝗍 һᥲ᥎іᥒg mᥡ k᥆ᥒіg sᥣᥲsһᥱr ძ᥆ᥒᥱ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ȷᥙs𝗍 𝗍᥆ 𝖿ᥡі і ᑲr᥆kᥱ mᥱ ᥲᥒkᥣᥱ ᥲᥒძ һᥲძ 𝗍᥆ һᥲ᥎ᥱ sᥙrgᥱrᥡ ᥲ ᥣіᥣ mіᥒᥙ𝗍ᥱ ᥲg᥆ ᥲᥒძ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍ᥱძ ⍴𝗍 ᥲᥒძ і𝗍's r᥆ᥙgһ s᥆ ᑲᥲrᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ mᥱ і'm ᥲᥣm᥆s𝗍 ძ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ і𝗍,⍴ᥣᥱᥲsᥱ 𝖿᥆rgі᥎ᥱ ᥲᥒᥡ grᥲmmᥲr ᥆r s⍴ᥱᥣᥣіᥒg mіs𝗍ᥲkᥱs, і𝗍 іs ᑲᥣᥲᥴk!rᥱᥲძᥱr ᥴ᥆ძᥱძ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥲᥒᥡ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ rᥱᥲძ і𝗍 ᥲs skіᥒ 𝗍᥆ᥒᥱ іsᥒ'𝗍 mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒ, і'm ᥆⍴ᥱᥒ 𝗍᥆ ᥒіᥴᥱ 𝖿ᥱᥱძᑲᥲᥴk ᑲᥙ𝗍 ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 ᑲᥱ mᥱᥲᥒ ᥆r rᥙძᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 і𝗍. rᑲs arᥱ ᥲ⍴⍴rᥱᥴіᥲ𝗍ᥱძ!

Captain.John Price

Ghost

Gaz

Soap

bonus:Konig

I can't stand when a character in a fanfic starts smoking, even if the character can't die of cancer cuz they're powerful or sum shit I DON'T CARE. Do y'all realize that cigs give you YELLOW TEETH, and BAD BREATH. Getcho crusty mouth out of my face bro.

Whenever i see character smoke even if the character cant die or sum shit i still think to my self (Bro prob got the worst breath😔).

I really be posting the most random shit huh💀

EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION WHAT IT DOES TO TOUNGES PLS SEATCH IT UP I AM HORRIFIED.