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ghostherlig · 9 months

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lil maceghost thing

A position rare for Ghost to find himself in, not even to mention at the ungodly hour of the morning it was, was in a headlock.

He had his hand tucked between Mace's arm and his neck, still struggling despite Mace's better leverage and positioning. Simon Riley wasn't one to give up.

Neither was Mace.

"C'mon, Riley, give it up," Mace panted, close enough he could feel the puffs of his breaths against his ear.

Instead of an answer, Ghost continued to struggle, feeling Mace tighten his grip.

"Give in, Ghost, it'd be so easy," Mace emphasized his point with another squeeze, Ghost feeling the dizziness kick in. He took a second to note a few new divots on the man's arm. New wounds for new scars.

Instead of giving up, he adjusted his grip on Mace's arm, tucking his body under the other man's and with a strong pull and push, Mace was on his back in front of him, staring up with wide eyes.

Ghost was breathing heavily, letting the oxygenated blood get back into his brain.

"That's one up for me, then?" Ghost panted, reaching down once he caught his breath.

"Yeah," Mace panted, taking Ghost's hand and moving to stand. "I'll give you that one." He teased, and Ghost scoffed, relaxing a little now that the fight was over.

They had been sparring for a good few hours, and now it was into the early hours of the morning.

"One more?" Mace asked, watching Ghost eye the clock in the gym with scrutiny.

"It's 2:30." Ghost stated, dodging the question.

"That wasn't a 'no'," Mace smiled, a corner of his mask rucking up with the motion underneath it. Ghost sighed.

"One more." He agreed, getting into stance at the opposite end of the mat, Mace doing the same.

"We'll be even." Mace's eyes sharpened, and Ghost was swallowing as he blocked a kick, eyes looking for an in somewhere.

Simon easily dropped the leg, leaving Mace in a wide stance but opening his sides, of which Ghost took his opportunity and shoved an elbow into the man's side.

"No guarantee you'll win," Ghost reminded, watching Mace crumple slightly, but hearing his little victory laugh.

"Never with you, Ghost." Simon could hear his smile, and faltered for a moment, giving Mace an in.

He took it, swinging his body to grab Ghost and get him pinned to the ground, Ghost now face first in the mat, chest flush with the floor.

Mace easily grabbed his arms, twisting them behind his back and making sure he was pinned, sitting on Ghost's ass.

"Cushy," He joked, hearing Ghost groan at the twist in his arms. "Call it even?" Mace asked, and at the silence from the mat, pulled his arms a little tighter.

"Even." Ghost grit, Mace releasing him easily, moving to stand.

The two caught their breaths again, Ghost unmoving from his place on the mat. Mace snorted at the sight of him.

"What would the cadets think, seeing you like this?" He thought aloud, and Ghost snorted back. "Showers?" Mace offered, Ghost nodding, finally pushing himself up.

Ghost took a moment to watch Mace as he turned around, grabbing his things and preparing to leave, his skull mask still on his face, mirroring Ghost's own.

He sighed, standing to grab his own things, feeling the weight of eyes on him. He suppressed the shudder that threatened to run through him, instead turning to catch Mace in the act. The American winked.

"Shameless." Ghost sighed, shaking his head as he walked to the door, ready to shower.

"Sure am, angel."

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captain-mj · 6 months

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The Last and The First

Made myself a little sad about the idea of MaceGhost being exes and the concept of moving on and wrote this? SoapGhost is end game but it's more about Ghost seeing Mace and getting a bunch of feelings

I've decided I like this ship though :)

Ghost hated working with other people. He had gotten used to occasionally working with merc groups like Kortac and he even did runs for SpecGru on occasion. Usually though, he either refused or had Price make sure it was someone he liked. This time, Price had put in the request for König and Horangi and anyone who might have information on Makarov.

He didn’t think too much about the set or the mission. No matter what, he’d finish this job and bring himself and Soap home. Hopefully König and Horangi too, but if not, oh well. This third person would be of no importance either.

Soap wanted to greet them at the tarmac so Ghost went with him. The two of them watched the three people come down. Ghost remained silent, just glancing over the person who came in. They wore a thick jacket with a high collar and gloves. They had a golden mask on that shimmered slightly.

König and Soap started to chatter away about something. It sounded like a show but Ghost had a hard time keeping up so he turned away from them. He planned to just talk with Horangi, but then he saw the third person there.

They locked eyes and both paused.

“Simon?” He sounded confused, soft and a little angry.

König and Horangi looked confused, not knowing Ghost’s first name, but Soap was immediately on guard and confused by this stranger that knew such a big secret.

“Mace.” Ghost responded as professionally and coldly as he possible could.

Horangi frowned. “Your name is Simon?” He seemed affronted at the idea, like Ghost should have a cooler name or something.

Mace stepped closer, a picture of everything that Simon had thought of while being tortured. When his body had hurt and blood was on the ground, Simon had thought of him often. He wore a gold mask and his warm eyes stared into him. “You’re alive. You’re…” His eyes scanned over Ghost, breathing him in. There was a tinge of anger to his voice, but it was overshadowed by the disbelief.

Soap cleared his throat, looking a little… jealous? That didn’t make much sense to Ghost but that’s what he looked like. “Name’s Soap and you are?”

“Like your….” Mace raked his eyes over Ghost in a way that could only be described as salacious. “Lieutenant said. Name is Mace.”

“And you know Ghost how?”

“Ghost.” Mace repeated. “Didn’t know you made it out of the Zaragoza Drug Cartel. Always assumed you died there.”

“I was there for seven months. Then I walked to Texas, spent a while there. How long did you look for me?”

“Don’t think I ever stopped.” Mace replied with a sincerity that made Ghost sick.

“How much do you know about Makarov?”

König and Horangi both winced in unison. Soap looked a tad bit smug about it.

Mace was professional. He told them everything he knew, which he admitted wasn’t much.

Ghost and him walked together as they debriefed each other on everything.

Soap quickly got between them to listen better. He made sure to lean into Ghost once they were in the meeting room, setting a clear line.

Mace looked at him before simply shrugging him off. The five of them worked seamlessly, all of them having a unique skill or ability that gave them all good chemistry.

Before long the four of them had infiltrated the building and Ghost had set up at his sniping position.

“So.” Soap asked after a while. “You two know each other?”

Horangi interrupted. “Yeah, I’ve been dying to know what’s been going on with you two.”

Mace hummed. “Simon?”

Ghost shot a target, watching carefully to make sure that no one saw it. “Few years ago, before I got my callsign, we fucked. That’s it. No need to act like you guys are.”

Silence followed before König whisper screamed into the mic. “Mace you fucked Ghost!!!”

“He wasn’t Ghost when we dated. I just called him Pretty Boy.”

“It was fucking embarrasing nickname.”

“You were pretty. Though, I can appreciate the muscle you put on.” Mace stabbed someone. They could hear the death gurgle where he held them against his chest and their mouth was near the mic. “Then Vernon took you.”

“He got his.”

“Your hands?”

“Roba.”

“And what happened to Roba?” Mace asked, a smile in his voice.

Ghost smiled too, finding a familiar ease in being around him again. A spark that led back to before the mask. Before Ghost. “That was my hands.”

“Just like old times. You were little bastard back then and you haven’t changed.”

“It’s one of the things I love about Ghost.” Soap said softly. “I’ve set another charge. Should be able to head back soon, yeah Simon?”

Ghost remembered himself. “Yes. Good job, Johnny.”

“Thank you, sir.” Soap was clearly preening and Ghost was never one to tell him no.

“How long were two together?”

“Six months.” Mace answered. “He was a good kisser. In case you were wondering.”

Horangi laughed and they were all able to feel the hate rolling off of Soap even through the silence.

Ghost laughed a little. “Don’t get jealous, Johnny. I kissed lots of boys and girls through high school and boot camp.”

König stifled his laughter. “Not sure I believe it.”

“I don’t wear a mask because of anxiety.”

Now there were two silent angry people.

The mission was uneventful. He barely interacted with Mace after that.

They were staying the night in the safe house before exfil could pick them up.

Ghost was eager to get a shower. The place he had been sniping had some sort of plant that had stuck to his clothes and any piece of skin it could. It made him itch slightly. He excused himself and went to the bathroom. Before he could get the door shut, Mace put his hand on the door.

“Simon. Can we talk?”

Ghost took a deep breath and let go of the door. “Yeah. Come in.”

Mace stepped in. “Just fucking?”

Simon stayed silent.

“We fucked? That’s it?”

Simon bit his lip hard, glad he still had his mask on to cover it.

“I was in love with you.”

“I know.”

“I searched. God I searched. When I joined a merc group, I was hoping to hear something. Kept my ear to the ground.”

Ghost looked away. Part of him wanted to ask for forgiveness. Another part hated Mace for making him feel like that young cadet again. “Had to do what i had to do Mace.”

They stared at each other and the air crackled between them. It would be easy to lift the mask. Kiss him. Fall right back into the relationship they had as young guys in the SAS.

But Ghost was not that person.

Neither was Mace.

It hit them both at the same time.

“You and Soap…”

“We’re not dating. Officially.”

“You and I both know that doesn’t mean anything.”

Ghost shook his head and looked away. If Mace had come a few months earlier. If he hadn’t been so roughed up after Roba. If he had put his thoughts together long enough to remember the soldier that kissed him at night. Maybe things would’ve been different. Maybe right now, they could kiss and it would feel nice instead of like cheating. He wasn’t even with Soap but his heart didn’t know that.

Mace sighed. “Don’t worry. I haven’t been some celibate monk waiting for you. Seeing you brought back some feelings, but I’d never fault you for not returning them.”

“They did for me too. Feelings. Were brought back, I mean.”

They were quiet a moment before Ghost continued. “Not enough though, right?”

“No. Not enough. I’m happy you’re alive. I’m happy you might be happy one day. But I can’t give up what I’ve built for you.”

“And I can’t give up the military.”

Mace stepped forward and Simon lifted his mask. The kiss was… chaste. It was very much a goodbye. The slightest brush of lips. “You’ve changed a lot.”

“So have you.”

Mace pulled away. “Please ease the Scottish man’s mind. I don’t want to be blown up.”

“Understood.” Ghost smiled a little before pulling his mask back down. “Might ask him on a date after this.”

Mace nodded. “You should. You deserve to be happy.”

“So do you. Don’t become a celibate monk.”

They laughed and Mace patted him. He left the bathroom and let Simon finally shower. When he got out, he put his bedroll between Johnny and the door and settled in for the night, watching the door.

Ghost listened to everyone’s breathing drop off except König who was on first watch.

Soap sighed. “Mace is… cool.” He spoke quietly enough that only Ghost would hear it.

“What did I say earlier about being jealous?”

“Not jealous.”

Ghost turned over, despite his instincts to keep watching the door. He looked at Soap and sighed. “He was my first love. But he’s not my last. You don’t have to worry about him taking me away from you.”

“Why would I worry about that?”

Ghost pulled Soap over rather easily despite how much he weighed. He pulled Soap under his chin and to his chest. “Want to go to the bar after this?”

“With the 141?”

“Nah. Just us.”

Soap grabbed the arm around his waist. “Yeah. I would.”

Ghost settled in closer.

With any luck, Soap would be his last love.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #mace cod #maceghost #ghostmace

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modernghostfare · 5 months

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Hello.. can we get more ghostmace headcanons. If you ever wrote any pls link them too...

:)c YESSS i love talking abt maceghost.. i know ive made a bunch of sporadic posts about them but i havent done a like dedicated hcs post. i feel like often im struggling to understand the narrative of their past but generally i keep the same vibe to it all.

mace is for sure the more level headed of the two only because relationships and love freak ghost out. ive mentioned on a post like years ago hes traumatized by watching his mother stick with his father and i still believe this. hes like scared to be in a position where something Isn't working anymore but hes too emotional to cut it off so he self sabotages the relationship so mace will get pissed and stop talking to him.

in the past (as i mentioned in another post) mace Did also feed into this. he had a good home life but his own personal issues and anger at more outward issues caused him to like. seek an outlet for this sort of petty squabbling. and he found it in ghost. until he got tired of festering and being pissed off all the time and decided to actually like Do Shit he feels good about. and he broke up with ghost.

now in modern times where theyve caught up with each other it's like a weird mash of their past and them both being more mature. ghost struggles more because hes very adverse to actually improving himself and how he feels about himself bc hes like. hes Given Up on being a person. while mace has done a lot of healing.

like the toxic factor of maceghost Is Ghost at this point to me. but theres a lot of love there bc theres a lot of mutual respect and, like, easy familiarity there. mace understands how ghost works at his core.

so like. when ghost is being Normal and not anxious they literally just. like. Click? mace can extremely put ghost at ease with just his presence. and mace in turn rly enjoys his company bc a calm ghost is actually just sort of casually funny.

and ghost does like making mace laugh i imagine mace has a really beautiful smile bc he has resting bitch face so when it lights up it's very special.

ghost also i think would be 100% willing to take his mask off in a room of just him and mace. no special occasion needed he's just comforted. mace has already seen it over many, many years.

because they're like an Old couple i think theyve been on and off since their mid twenties for ghost and late twenties for mace. WHICH is another reason mace like wont entertain the childish picking ghost does theyre literally too old.

but he does play along a little. sometimes. old habits die hard. if it's petty mace will have a back and forth w ghost for old times sake its just how ghost communicates sometimes. emotions are just hard for ghost mace understands this. to put all of this simply.

i will say tho if more comes out and they end up more antagonistic than my current read i will still be a huge stan i love when dudes try to fuck and kill each other 💪🥰💕

speaking of fucking tho. tw for implying sexual assault also i just got kinda nasty sowwy.

LIKE we know ghost has a complicated relationship w sex a lot of his past history w it is like traumatic. i think he was already promiscuous as a teen bc he already had issues from his upbringing so hes like. well experienced. and he likes sex. and he likes fucking mace bc his dick is thick, hes good with his hands, and he's not afraid to be rough with him and take their time bc mace likes to be edged and when ghost is rly into it he Likes it to Last esp if he can cum more than once. he likes when his pussy is sore.

BUT ALSOO theyre both like. verse esp w each other. ghost likes topping more tho. he likes fucking mace for being a little bit vocal and just. like. huge. ghost loves bending him over and watching his fat bounce. ghost would blow off any task and anyone to go fuck him.

but also, bc its ghost and i think if the wrong buttons get pressed in the wrong order and it goes sour he gets quiet and, like, disassociates. and mace keeps watch for that bc he doesn't want to put ghost in that state. its not fun

#asks #anon #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #mwmp #maceghost #i love them literally i think about them all the time.#ive said maybe 50% of this before but The Vibes #Important.#i think also i said like and literally a million times brothers im sorry

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