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Thinking about being out one night with 141 with one too many drinks in your system and sharing stories that you’d otherwise never allow to see the daylight okay this isn’t really cod related but I was hoping you could take a moment to check it out anyways

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things are coming

#that is #simon ghost riley #trans simon ghost riley

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I read the veteran one with Ghost and I am in LOVE!!! I wanna ask for more veteran male reader and Ghost bcs just hwrkemendksdndn love it!! If you dont wanna do it its fine and feel free to ignore this if you want but just so you know I LOVE THE WAY YOU WROTE IT!!!!

Here's the first part.

Imagine you and Veteran!Ghost on your first date. (It's important to note that he foregoes his mask/balaclava since you two are going out for dinner.)

You know what it's like to be overwhelmed when in the presence of so many civilians, so you take him out to a restaurant that is a small diner that only a few people know about.

You're the perfect gentleman, gently guiding Ghost to a booth with your hand resting on the small of his back. You pull out his chair and push it in when he's settled in said chair.

While you're both looking at the menu, Ghost can't help but glance up at you every now and then.

His eyes take in your face, his lips twitching upwards at the sight of your eyebrows furrowed as you decide what to order. Your skin is wrinkled, but not too wrinkled, and he loves your crow's feet the best. He loves how they're a symbol of your age, of how much you've laughed and smiled during your lifetime.

Ghost is hardened from his years in the military, scarred physically and emotionally from war. And yet here you are, a man who also has been in the military, for even longer than Ghost has, but you're still kind. You've come out of war and healed from it.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask, glancing up at Ghost and seeing him staring at you. But you don't seem off-put by his staring, instead a smile works its way onto your face. "Do you know what you want to order?"

Ghost nods despite himself, glancing back down at the menu and choosing something random. "Yes, I know what I want." His words are laced with double meaning, but he then clears his throat. "Are you ready to order?"

You nod and wave the waitress over, both of you ordering your food. Once the waitress is gone, you look back at Ghost. You eye him for a bit before taking a leap of faith, reaching over the table and touching his hand lightly, giving him a choice to pull away or to embrace the gesture of affection.

Your smile widens when he intertwines your fingers together, holding your hand. "How are you feeling? This place isn't too loud for you, right?" you ask.

"It's not too loud," Ghost replies, his heart melting at how considerate you are of him. God, he doesn't know what he did to manage to get you to be on a date with him. "I want to know more about you, something no one in the support group knows."

You chuckle at that and tell him about your family. You two exchange stories of happy memories until the food comes and your conversation continues in between bites of food.

When the date comes to an end, you pay for the food, despite Ghost's protests.

"Nonsense, it's only fair that I should pay," you say after taking the bill and placing your card in the check-holder. You give the check-holder to the waitress, watching her leave to charge your card before focusing on Ghost again. "I'm the one who brought you to this place, so I'm the one who should pay."

"You're old-fashioned," Ghost teases, getting up from his seat once the waitress comes back with your card.

You huff in playful anger at his words, standing up as well once your card is back in your wallet. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

With one hand resting on the small of his back again, you lead Ghost outside and to your car. Just to continue your playful banter, you manage to open the passenger door for Ghost before he can.

"After you, my little prince," you say, a cheeky grin on your face.

Ghost's heart skips a beat at the petname, a blush working its way onto his face and neck. He can't deny the way the petname coming from you makes him want to melt.

He clears his throat and gets into the car, his heart fluttering when you close the door behind him.

The ride back to Ghost's flat is a short one, unfortunately. Ghost finds himself not wanting this night to end as he goes to the entrance of his apartment complex, you having walked him there.

He looks back at you as he stops short in front of the entrance, his mouth dry. "Would you come up with me to my flat if I asked?" he asks, his eyes on yours and his heart pounding in his chest.

A soft smile appears on your lips and you gently lift your hand, cupping his cheek. "As tempting as that sounds," you say, relishing the way Ghost leans into your touch, "I'm a gentleman. It'd be rude of me to go up to your flat on the first date."

With those words, you lean in, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before pulling away and letting your hand fall. Ghost takes the hint, nodding and turning to walk inside the apartment complex.

"Old-fashioned," he playfully grumbles, the words floating to your ears via the slight breeze.

Your laugh in return is loud.

"My age is part of why you like me!" you call out to him just as he enters the apartment complex.

Ghost can't seem to be able to deny it.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

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got a fic idea and now I have to research WW1 and 1920s slang

#helpppp

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#me

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i don't smoke for the obvious reasons of not wanting to develop an addiction to nicotine but god do i so often feel the emotion 'i need a cigarette'.

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Memory is a fickle thing. There are days where Ghost can’t remember what he ate the previous morning. Days where all he does is remember shit he wished he could forget. He’s never gotten the sound of sirens out of his head since Johnny died. Wished he could forget Johnny ever existed on the bad days, guilty the next for ever thinking such a thing. Watching the EMTs hand the scene over to police could be a new form a hell. Pulseless electrical activity was a useless heart rhythm with a hole in the head, lifeblood spilled all over the floor, sure to leave a stain for years. Even in death, Johnny still fought with everything left of him.

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“it’s weird to be sexually attracted to simon riley considering his history of being SA’d.”

“because of his backstory i can only see him as a brother or father figure, simon riley simps are weird”

literally you guys are the one’s saying you can’t bring yourselves to be attracted to someone because they were SA’d. y’all are the ones treating someone differently bc they were SA’d.

YA’LL. ARE. THE WEIRD ONES.

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rewatching Mirai Nikki because I enjoy pain for some reason ig

#not cod related

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was there tiktok discourse on whether or not hellboy (from the movie hellboy) is Jewish or not? or was this just a dream I had?

#hellboy #tiktok discourse #not cod related

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uh y’all, yall ever read the smut chapter of the fic and sob the whole time cause these fuckers making love

#...maybe

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Tattoo flash sheet inspired by Simon "Ghost" Riley (2022) because I hate the ones they gave him in the game 😇

#the cobweb tattoo #🥺🥺🥺 #simon ghost riley

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i like to think ghost cannot roll a joint

#real #bc I prefer pipes

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Soap and Kyle suckin each other off because they're bored is peak hilarity. 😭 how would that convo even go?

Soap: lad, got any gum on ya?

Kyle: no, why?

Soap: need somethin' to do with my mouth. Gettin' bored outta my fookin' mind

It's weeks in the field, pent up stress and not finding a moment alone to relieve themselves. Add onto that the mind numbing boredom of a stakeout that's only happening to please the higher ups. At the end of the day the 141 will do what it needs to do to get the job done, besides why see something for yourself when you already have actionable intell?

Honestly, it all came down to the fact that Soap cannot keep his mouth shut. So when Gaz asked him where he was going he answered,

"Bored outta mah fuckin' mind, gonna go have a chug."

"Are not," Gaz laughs looking back at the warehouse.

"Am," Soap sniffs, "should think about doin' the same."

"What tuggin' you off?" Gaz jokes.

"Big handsome man like you, oh my heart is beating oot mah chest already, wouldnae survive it." Soap jokes back, grinning and pushing at Gaz's back.

"Oh yeah, I'd have you laid out in two seconds." Gaz, dead serious.

"Would not."

"Think I would mate."

"Ah could make ya come before ya even touched me." Soap challenges, narrows his eyes at Gaz. Gaz raises a brow at Soap. There's a beat, then both of them are tugging at their belt.

"Just hands?" Gaz asks, already thinking out his plan of attack.

"Tryin' tae cheat Garrick?"

"Worried I'll win Mactavish?"

Two competitive dumbasses on a stakeout, blowing each other because they wanna prove they're better at it than the other. Absolutely get fucked out of their minds and miss like 100 kilos of coke being delivered to the warehouse. Price chews them out for it later and asks what was so bloody distracting. Neither of them will own up to it. They fuck in the shower later and Ghost white knuckle grips his towel listening to them.

#reblog #LMAO #soapgaz

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Soap:"you can't just break into my home and pretend it's yours! You aren't Israeli."

(141 says free Palestine)

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Fatherhood.