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baohanhanesel · 15 hours
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Ghoap sketch of today
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John's yapping and Simon's listening. 🫂
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baohanhanesel · 4 days
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WHO HURT YOU THIS MORNING?!?
For years, Price remained the only person on Ghost’s emergency contact list. Price practically had to bully Ghost into getting put on there too. Then comes Soap, who makes his way on there like he belonged there. The scotsman was always so good at that type of thing. It’s been almost a year since Soap died. Ghost has been more reckless on ops, he knows it. This time, it lands him in the hospital. The staff says there’s two people on his emergency contact list, but Ghost knows only one could ever answer the call. He can’t bring himself to take Soap off. Ghost still pays Soap’s phone bill to hear his voice mail.
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baohanhanesel · 5 days
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I think as a fandom we lack Gaz and Ghost content...
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Barely getting out alive, my favourite trope! 🤭
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baohanhanesel · 7 days
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Frog Ghoap....
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And yes Soap is keeping the Mohawk.
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baohanhanesel · 20 days
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Pookies 🥹🥹✨️ my first post and I don't understand how to use this, I feel so dumb 😭
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baohanhanesel · 23 days
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Pinterest decided to bless me tonight.
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Reference undercut.
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baohanhanesel · 24 days
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Soap should boop ghost
He should.
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baohanhanesel · 24 days
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Sketches. Simon w his favorite sergeant.
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baohanhanesel · 28 days
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Why are y'all collectively allergic to happiness again?
Jail.
"Can’t get over you.." Ghost hums, "no matter what I do." He looked at the picture of his past best friend in his wallet. "I know I should but I could never.." he wipes a tear from his cheek, "hate you."
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(song: male fantasy - Billie eilish)
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baohanhanesel · 29 days
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i woke up and everyone is booping???
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baohanhanesel · 30 days
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EYOOOOOOOO
I was just trying to learn how to colour but then this happened!
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I am so hyped right now.
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baohanhanesel · 1 month
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John Mactavish. The man he is. He deserves the world. He'd easily be the reason I wake up everyday.
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When I tell you I'D HUG THAT MAN AND SPOIL HIM HOWEVER!! HE DESERVES IT. FUCK YOU ACTIVISION 😭😭
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baohanhanesel · 1 month
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Don't you hate it when your lieutenant messes your hair with his mask.
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baohanhanesel · 1 month
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Giving Kyle some love 💥
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baohanhanesel · 1 month
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Hi I love your stories with Valeria.....and I have an idea (if you don't like it it's fine).
Fem reader x Valeria
You work for Valeria, you always take hard tasks bc she knows you can do it so one day she takes you to restaurant (or something like a bar where all the dealers hang out) to be her pretty thing...but also bc she's falling for you really hard. You sit on a couch, drink ,talk and out of nowhere she tells you to sit on her lap and you do bc guess what you have a crush on her (I mean look at her...). Valeria loves to tease so you get some touches from her and maybe some compliments. A lot of sexual tension and Val being her bossy self.
I hope you understand 😆 I'll be so happy to read this if you decide to write it. Thank you 🖤
Hello Anon 👋
Happy to have received your ask! Let me try and indulge you, if I can. I'll give it a go, even if it might contain only a tiny bit of spice! Forgive me, as I am awful at writing sexual tension 🙏
Valeria Garza x Reader
You were just swearing to yourself in your muddy gear about the last mission your boss sent you to. So how you found yourself in an expensive black dress with shiny red lips, you didn't know.
All you remember was the hours you spent dolling yourself up for her. To catch her attention, and maybe to give her a green light.
"You deserved this." She slid a glass of wine in front of you, and sat on the couch next to you. You held the glass and raised your head to face her. She knew you liked wine, and didn't prefer heavy liquor. The fact she remembered this detail, it made you laugh.
"Sure did, ma'am." You flash a smile at her, still chuckling against the rim of the glass as you take a generous sip.
The sound of your laughter sent a chill down her spine. Seeing your smile, witnessing your sinful body in that tight dress, your all dolled up face... Valeria held her breath. You were a dangerous woman like her. Her right hand soldier. Her best bet on the field. You were like a forest fire. One that is contagious, dangerous, and breathtakingly beautiful all the same. You caught her lungs on fire, and she had to stop talking for a second to get a hold of herself.
"So what about the dealers?" You asked, seeing Valeria won't be doing anything but to stare at your dress unashamedly.
"Dealers?" She wet her lips, and cleared her throat. "Dealers." She looked away from you, and took a drink for herself as well. She was helping herself to a tequila, a much more confident choice.
She looked out of her head, and the reason for that was obvious in your head. It was the sight of you, and you couldn't have felt even more prideful after realizing that.
"You were the one asking me to accompany you to dinner."
"Yes, to show face."
"To the dealers?"
"A los distribuidores." (To the dealers.)
You sighed, taking another sip from your glass of wine and throwing your one leg on your other. You leaned your chest down on the table, smiling at your boss who is having a hard time because of you.
She takes a look at you again, shamelessly. She looks you up and down. She couldn't have been happier to have asked you out to dinner. In the field, you are beautiful. But in this bar, in a much calmer setting you are more than just beautiful. You are hers. And the thought of it riles her.
You are here because you took her offer. She had asked you to accompany her and get dolled up. And you had done exactly that. Her actions were subtle, but she knew that you didn't lack the intelligence to pick on them.
She was trying to flirt with you, have you to herself in a much calmer setting. And judging from the way you sit and lean forward, you did more than picking on the hints. You were using them. You were trying to give her the green light.
She must have caught the hint because she looked far more sure of her next words.
"You are beautiful tonight, mi corazon," She leaned back on her seat and looked into your eyes. "I just wanted them to see the pretty thing I am hiding."
You quirked an eyebrow,
"You are using me as a mistress, ma'am?"
Valeria smiled at your words. She wished.
"You are not doing a very great job at that boss."
She laughed at your words, and fixed you with a serious expression.
"Valeria, amore. We are not at work. I didn't take you out as your boss."
"You've been acting like I belong to you." And the words falling from your lips makes both your heart and hers skip a beat. "I don't belong to Valeria. I belong to El Sin Nombre." You were meant to tease her, and maybe get a raise or two. You didn't mean any harm with your words, but judging from Valeria's expression she took offense to that.
"Amore," She leaned back, and opened her one arm slowly. She placed it on the back of the couch you were sitting on and looked straight into your eyes. She didn't break eye contact, and boy wasn't it intense. You swore you felt your soul actually leaving your body for a second.
"You are mine in every sense of the word. You know it better than I,"
"I don't seem like it."
"What?" She furrowed her eyebrows, actually growing frustrated with you. You were teasing her but wasn't she annoyed with it. You were giving her the green light and tempting her at the same time. You wanted to get into trouble, she could say that much.
"I don't seem like I belong to you."
"We can't have that, can we?" She sighed, and spread her legs open slowly. Her one hand placed right on her left thigh and landed a pat.
Your eyes widened, and all of the blood in your body rushed to your face.
The offer was there. And you'd be a fool to not have taken it. If you knew Valeria, she wouldn't voice it out loud. So you took the offer, as fast as humanly possible.
You were up on your feet embarrassingly fast. You sat down on her lap, one arm around her shoulders and your both legs hesitantly sat on her lap. You weren't leaning your entire body on her.
"Mi vida, sit down."
"I am." You couldn't even make eye contact, in fear of being too close despite being desperate to sit on her lap in the first place.
"You are not. Sit down."
The authoritative tone in her voice made you shiver. Valeria was more than capable of holding you, but at this moment you found it hard to lean into her.
Valeria placed her hand on the little of your back, and slowly slid it to your waist. She grabbed you, and encouraged you to sink yourself down on her.
You felt your skin burn where she touched you on the dress. Wishing that the piece of black cloth hadn't been in the way. You stopped your thoughts from getting out of control and let your body go.
You were seated completely on her lap. With her one hand on your waist and the other resting on your lap.
"See, much better." She seemed prideful, with you seated on her lap. "Do you seem like you belong to me now?"
You nodded abruptly, and looked into her eyes only to see she was already looking at you.
She was right, you belonged to her. Your life belonged to her, your mind belonged to her and your heart, painful as it was, belonged to her.
Just like how hers belonged to you.
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baohanhanesel · 1 month
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Valeria x Ally Reader
Valeria is jealous. She hurts you. You are somehow okay with that. She is not.
Both Reader and Valeria are pinning. Reader is female.
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She's been angry and exhausted during the entire mission. All thoughts in her head were just to throw her body through the door of your office and lay on that velvet couch you got.
You were her ally for awhile now. A fiery woman, just like she was.
You were her sun. And she didn't last a day not seeing you after having known you.
She found herself chasing after your warm touch, that agonizingly burning touch. You were her sun. You burned her like one, as much as you cleared the day for her. The more she stood next to you, the more she felt her self respect leaving her body.
She was staggering through the hallways of your company building. You did illegal business, yet hid it so well from the prying eyes. Valeria felt a sense of pride in her chest because she knew the business you do. She knew the dirty side to your smile. The kind of smile that made her want to either kiss you or run away from you. She could never choose, but most of the time she pleaded for the former.
Having made it to your office, she pushed the door open without a single fuck given. Your privacy meant little to Valeria when she was this desperate to take the slightest of you. So you better have nothing to hide from her.
She pushed the door open, still wearing her gear. And was met with the sight of you, in your lavish meeting dress with that stubborn expression on your face.
"In a rush?" You mocked her, glancing at the dirty gear as Valeria plopped herself on your velvet couch across from you.
"Had a hell of a mission, niña." Valeria kept her gaze trained on your dress. Judging from the fancy scale of your looks and annoyance you were about to leave for a meeting. "Sneaking your way into politics again?"
"I do whatever needs to be done."
You stood up slowly, and looked at her. She was way too comfortable around you, and it pissed you off a bit. No one was comfortable nor safe around you. So why was Valeria always so trusting of you, you never wanted to know.
She only let out a low rumble of a chuckle and narrowed her eyes.
That damn snake. She knew exactly how to catch your attention, even in that dirty gear and bloodied shirt.
You shook your head at her prideful display. She was laying down on your expensive couch with her legs dangling from the side. Her head tilted back and looked at you, and the sight alone was more than enough of a reason to jump on her.
For what? You wouldn't answer the question for yourself either.
"Hey hold on" Valeria's previous pride disappeared into thin air, and her voice laced with an undertone of curiosity and something akin to frustration. "You are not wearing the dress because you like it."
The sudden announcement sent chills down your spine. You quirked an eyebrow, stunned.
"And what does it mean" Because what did it mean? There was no way Valeria came to that conclusion from this much conversation. They had spoken so little and you looked nothing even remotely close to uncomfortable in that dress.
Yes, Valeria was right but how was she right. This woman made you want to strangle her for reading you like the most simple of books.
"I just noticed your shoes. You only wear that pair when you want something quick. And you like taking your time with your playtime dresses."
She sat upright, and she was right.
You quickly looked down at your heels. You frowned instantly, and returned your gaze back to hers.
"So tell me," She looked you over. Up and down. "Who is making you wear such a dress?"
"No one. I just know they'll like it."
"Using your feminine charm?" Valeria almost scoffs at your audacity.
At her raised tone, you give her a cold look.
Valeria is up on her feet in no time, and she is reaching out for you.
"Wearing such lewd dresses so men gawk at you? Listen to your womanly charm?"
Her words were wounding, and you scowled at her when she gripped on your wrist tightly.
She held you so tight. It was hurting you, but your heart was beating faster for a different reason.
The fire in her eyes was livid. Valeria was pissed-- Maybe because she didn't want you to make a fool of yourself? But you have done this little dress up more than you can count. So what was wrong with this one, you were curious. And this unknown reason to her actions pumped your heart with adrenaline.
"Next thing I know you'll be raising your skirt for them just so they sign your pretty little papers?"
Valeria held you tighter and you winced quietly, your face retorting to pain.
When Valeria noticed your expression, her fire was extinguished. She looked so lost and immediately let you go.
She stared at your angry red skin, the place she left a bruise on.
You stared at your wrist at the very same time and pulled it close to your chest.
Valeria had left a mark on you, and you couldn't get angry at her for reasons you would get angry at yourself for.
"I crossed a line." She spoke this with hesitation, and hearing her hesitation made you smile.
"Raise my skirt?" You reminded her of her previous words, and watched her cringe at her own words. "I never knew it was such a tempting offer. The offer of me offering myself."
"Any man would take it."
"Would you?"
The boldness of your words were perhaps caused by the adrenaline Valeria brought you. The bruise on your wrist burned alive and you didn't want it to relieve.
At your bold question, Valeria didn't say anything.
Maybe she didn't want to entertain you, the minx you were. But deep inside, she knew she was scared to answer it. She wanted you in ways she shouldn't have and your offer had tempted her more than she'd like to admit.
In fear of losing you in the face of her willingness, she held your wrist in her hand again. This time, she held it gently and you let her.
She gently brought your wrist up and let her cold lips press against your angry red skin.
The answer was loud, even though it wasn't spoken out loud.
She didn't want it to be any other way, and judging from your reaction to the gentle gesture from the El Sin fucking Nombre you preferred it that way as well.
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baohanhanesel · 2 months
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The sergeants.
I am more of the "sergeant's girlie" if anything. One word from either of them and I am woed.
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You can see Ghost and König here! If you are curious.
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