#modern warefare 2 x male reader

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello, hope you'er having a good time. Whatever time it is right now. I wondered if I can request 141 team x male reader who is a mercenary like in the game hitman for example. So they meet up or there are searching for him. Maybe just escapes everytime or outsmarts them. Working together with reader and they are scared of him. Because he can throw Ghost around and is very stealthy. Has perfected his craft and kill them with anything he can get his hands on. I hope good and have a nice day.

Okay, so never played hitman, but I have seen it so I know what you are talking about. I think I might have to play it. Who knows.

Summary: (Y/N) is the nightmare of 141 task force

Warning: author didn't play hitman but watched it, guns, violence, everything that goes with Modern Warfare, (C/N) = code name

Price sighed as he walked towards the meeting room. Laswell had some information on their enemy. He was a mercenary, one of the best in the world.

" Hello everyone. Lets get started. " Laswell said as Price sat down. She pulled up (Y/N)'s photo.

" We might have known whereabouts about (C/D). I have to warn you, the chances of finding him are slim. Somehow he always gets out. I don't think I need to tell you to watch out. " Laswell said, taking a cigarette out.

" Just how much we know about him? " Ghost asked, looking at the only confirmed photo of (C/D) on the screen. Those eyes seem empty and calculating.

Ghost had no doubts that (C/D) wouldn't hesitate to kill them all.

" We don't know anything about him, but one thing is certain. " Price said, looking at his team. " He won't hesitate to kill us. He has perfected his craft. " Price said, a solemn silence falling around the room.

" Where do we think he is? " Soap asked, tapping his fingers against the table. The energy has fallen very low, almost to gloomy levels.

" Mexico. Nowhere near Las Almas, thankfully. Alejandro and Rudy are busy so they won't be able to help you. " Laswell said, taking a long drag and coincidently the last drag of her cigarette.

" We are going in a couple of hours. " Price said, rubbing his beard with his hand.

" Any special advice to prepare for this mercenary? " Gaz asked, worry evident his voice. Soap nodded, agreeing with Gaz's question.

" You have to be there mentally. " Price said. Everyone nodded, knowing that there was no way to prepare themselves. It was going to be very dangerous and there was no way to tell how this mission was going to end.

The silence was heavy in the plane. Nobody dared to say anything, everyone was nervous. Soap was bouncing his leg, Gaz was sweating like never before. Ghost was, maybe for the first time ever, was scared in the field. And Price?

There was a bad feeling brewing from within him. Everyone witnessed in some way how brutal and efficient he could be. How ruthless... Merciless...

John shook his head. It wasn't good to think about. Despite the fact that he could use everything as a weapon... That was kind of concerning.

But they could persevere. They could win. All they need is some faith and a miracle to do so. The chopper dropped them off near a house. Well, it was more houses, but they were apart, around 10 meters from each other.

They would have to split.

" Gaz, you are with me. We will have to take the first house. You two take the other. " Price said, getting out of the chopper.

There was a chorus of yes sir and they split up. Everyone was on high alert. They watched their backs, knowing how (Y/N) could be a stealthy bastard. It was quiet over the comms, everyone knowing that they needed to be quiet.

A single mistake could cost them their life.

Gaz and Price moved quietly through the house, stopping at the basement door where they saw blood. Gaz and Price looked at one another. They gripped their rifles tighter and Price slowly opened the doors. The stairs were covered in blood and the smell was just horrid.

They both wanted to gag. Gaz called it in and they moved down. One of their targets from another mission was here. Their target was supposed to be dead. What was he doing here?

" Be careful Gaz. " Price whispered, moving deeper into the basement.

" Rog sir. " Gaz confirmed quietly.

Eventually Price managed to reach the light switch. He turned it on and it was a ghastly sight. Bodies just laying down dead. The worst of all, there were no signs of struggle.

Gaz felt a shudder go through his body and both of them freeze when they hear somebody walk above them. Ghost and Soap would have called it in. Gaz and Price shared a look before moving upstairs, back on the ground floor.

(C/D), standing there, nursing a cup of something.

" Captain. Sergeant. " (C/D) said, raising his cup.

" All right, drop down on your knees and show us your hands! " Price said, making (Y/N) look at him blankly.

" You two realize that I can kill you with this cup, right? " (C/D) said, clearly not impressed.

" What do you want? " Gaz asked, making (Y/N) put the cup down.

" I have a proposition. But I need the other two here too. " (Y/N) said, leaning back on the kitchen counter. Price could see a knife strapped to his thigh, not to mention a gun, tucked in the lower back of (Y/N).

Gaz called Soap and Ghost and those two came in record time. Ghost and (Y/N) stared at one another. Ghost wanted to jump him, but he knew better. (Y/N) was better than him, better than the four of them combined.

" What is happening? " Soap asked, confused to see (Y/N) so relaxed. It was eerie.

" I wanted to give you guys a proposition. " (Y/N) said calmly, looking at the task force.

(Y/N) waited for a moment before continuing, " I will work together with you guys. I will live on the base under your supervision, but there is one condition. " (Y/N) said, watching various reactions. Shock, suspicion, wonder...

" And what would that be? " Price asked.

" I get to have my privacy. I will be on base, but I want my privacy. "

" And what do we get in return? " Price asked.

" You won't be afraid of me anymore. You don't think I didn't see the fear in your eyes when you saw me? Not to mention that you will have a great asset on your team. " (Y/N) said.

Everyone looked at one another, clearly thinking. (Y/N) wasn't wrong in any way shape or form. They feared him and the fact that they might have him on the team...

" Okay, you are coming with us, now. " Price said, nodding his head towards the chopper outside.

" Just don't cuff me and we will be fine. "

Everyone entered the chopper and started flying. It was definitely tense and Gaz broke the silence.

" Is true that you could kill us with the mug? " Gaz asked, gathering attention from everybody.

" Yes. Everything is weapon. I could kill you with a bobby pin. " (Y/N) said, shrugging his shoulders.

The chopper fell into silence once more. This was going to be interesting... Partnership.

" Price, remind me again, why do we have to spar with (Y/N)? " Soap asked, watching as (Y/N) got ready to spar with Ghost. It was going to be the showdown of the decade. And the biggest showdown in the history of this base.

" Because you need to know what you need to work on. Believe it or not, he knows a lot. " Price explained.

" Oh my God. " Gaz said. (Y/N) turned his head to look at Ghost, looking at the weak spots that the big man might have.

" Wait, why did you kill our previous target? " Gaz asked, remembering the bodies.

" I went rouge. He was... A problem to me. So I got rid of him. He died slowly, just like he deserved. " (Y/N) explained, looking at Gaz.

Gaz nodded, moving away from the ropes. Ghost and (Y/N) walked into the ring. Ghost would rather die than admit this, but he was very nervous.

Price whistled and the two started sparring. Well, (Y/N) sparred. Ghost was thrown across the ring with absolute ease. Soap's jaw fell down onto the floor.

Oh my God.

Price didn't know what to say. He tried to, but no words came out. Gaz had to sit down on the floor. And poor Ghost? He just laid there... In pain... Not physical, no. His pride was hurting. And so was his reputation.

(Y/N) just wiped his hands.

" Okay, I think that this cooperation is going to go well. " Price said, clapping his hands together.

Ghost just grunted from the mat. Soap sighed and Gaz stayed silent. (Y/N) snickered quietly. Yeah, it's going to go well.

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[makima4ever]

so uhm!!!

ANYWAYS SOME OF YOU GUYS MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE SEEN ME…. BUT HIII

this post is a bit informal but I am makima! you can call me whatever, i don’t rlly mindd

should I try writing cod stuff on here OR GIVE IDEAS CAUSE LIKE IM SHIT AT WRITING BUT I COULD TRY LOL

MY REQUESTS AND ASKS ARE OPEN BUT IDK HOW READY I AM… FOR LIKE… ANYTHING? I COULF TRY HEADCANONS BUT MINE MIGHT BE OOC (I might do ocs though)

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[jelliessoap]

Idea! he team found out about Price's husband on a tv game, which they were watching out of boredom. His last name on the jersey is [lastname]-price. They think its a coincidence. But when he makes a winning shot, and the camera pans to him, he dose this specific hat thing, like pinch and smuge the rim of his hat, like when you pinch salt. They realize, its what Price dose! Coincidence I think not!

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!!! IM !!!!!!!

hehehe some hcs under the cut thank you anon!

no warnings i can think of, m!reader, reader is a pitcher in this!

- john would have the game on at the base, ultimately forcing the rest of the task force to watch as well

- literally put the remote in his pocket so they couldn’t change it. they just assumed he really liked the sport for some reason and watched it as well.

- soap was and gaz ended up being the only ones truly paying attention, ghost would give the screen a glance every now and then, mostly just listening to the announcers voice as background noise.

- price only paid attention when you were on the field as per usual, sat next to gaz puffing away at his cigar, soap sat on the floor ( swears its more comfy ), with ghost at the opposite end of the couch

- it was bottom of the 9th and the opposing team’s bases were loaded, 3 balls 2 strikes and 2 outs. your team was up by two points but if they managed to hit a run or walk there was a good chance they could catch up. you needed to strike him out.

- price was stressed. his body tense as he leaned forward eyes fixed on the screen.

- gaz is looking at him like ‘???’ because price never mentioned being a baseball fan.

- it wasn’t that he kept you or your career a secret, it was well known he was married. he was just never questioned about it by the boys and the topic never got brought up

- he also figured it might be safer for both of you seeing you were such a public figure and he had plenty of threats with his job, it wasn’t exactly something he bragged about at work. should your identity fall into the wrong hands he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to you

- ghost ever the observer couldn’t help but notice the way price paid extra attention to the player with, [last name]-price on the back of their jersey. though he figured it was just coincidence

- soap was just excited to be watching a sport tbh, thought it was boring but started to understand as the game went on. now that things were tense he was at the edge of his seat.

- “c’mon luv…” price would mutter under his breath barely audible as you prepared for the pitch that could make or break the game

- you threw a strike with precision, striking their batter out and earning your team the win for the night

- you had your signal to price, it’d become a bit of a signature move for you. as your teammates joined you on the field, cheering and celebrating everyone pumped full of adrenaline you smiled brightly eyes searching for the camera

- as soon as you found it you pulled your signature move, pinching the bill of your baseball cap and smudging your fingers along it while shooting a small wink to the camera. every one of your movement a direct communication to price. that you’d played for him, you won for him, that you were still thinking of him

- gaz noticed your gesture and looked to price in slight confusion. he’s seen price make that exact gesture with his boonie hat more times than he could count.

- ghost noticed too, also taking note of the way price’s lips twitched upward when he watched you and your team celebrate on screen. he was already sure there was something deeper to price’s interest in the game

- soap of course was the first to open his mouth

- “s’like he’s yer soulmate er somethin, captain.”

- “he is.” price would state so seriously, not a hint of joking in his tone. only fondness, even a bit of pride, his eyes never leaving the screen clinging to every bit of you he could get while so far away

- gaz’s eyes would get all wide and he’d say something like “right way to go cap.” finds the fact that price would watch a whole baseball game just for you and your on screen silent communications really romantic ( hopeless romantic gaz truthers rise up! )

- ghost pats himself on the back mentally, muttering a “knew it.”

- then there’s soap who turns his head so fast he nearly gets whiplash, eyes wide and jaw dropped, “YER GAY??” which earns him a light nudge in the side from ghost’s boot and a chuckle from price

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Now, I love the thought of Simon "Ghost" Riley having a soft spot for reader, I do. It's so nice and rewarding, but let me spitball this: Closed off!Reader having a soft spot for Ghost.

Now, maybe you're closed off because you've had a shitty childhood, maybe you've just grown closed off because all of the gore and bloodshed you've seen in the military, or maybe it's a combination of both (really leaning into my COD OC with that backstory). Whatever the reason is, you're so closed off that you get bounced around from squad to squad, no one really taking the time and effort to get you to open up. Until you get assigned to the 141. Now, the rest are polite and kind with you, trying to build camaraderie, but after a while they stop trying to get you to open up (something that's a familiar outcome with you). Except for Ghost.

Ghost sees a kindred spirit in you, a broken soldier just like him. He's closed off at first, as he always is with someone new, but you do something that makes his stoic demeanor melt (maybe you take a bullet for him?). So now he's actively trying (subtly) to try and get you to open up, to see that it's not worth it to spend your life alone. He does small things, not pressuring you. He's there to read a book in silence with you in the recreational room, he's there to shoot in the firing pod next to you at the firing range. He shows that he cares in the only way he knows how: by spending time with you and getting you comfortable with his presence.

When you no longer seem deeply disturbed by his constant presence, he starts talking to you. Small things at first, missions, meals on the mess hall menu, even the weather. Then he starts getting into the more personal things, making sure to talk about his own personal things first, to show you that it's okay to tell him your feelings. And it takes months for you to finally reveal something about yourself, but he takes it and cherishes the information, even if it's as simple as your favorite food or movie. As you two grow closer, he starts talking about your interests and suddenly, you find yourself laughing and joking with him. That's when you realize: he's burrowed his way into your guarded heart, and you can't seem to find it in you to care.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

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[simping-overload]

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best combo: food & men

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characters: john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, phillip graves (in that order)

tags: cooking, fluff, hugs, kissing, lowercase is intentional, gn reader

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john price is an excellent cook. his specialty is breakfast food, and he makes really good french toast and hash browns. john would totally serve you breakfast in bed, esspically if you had a bad day. he likes cooking with you in the early mornings, finds it very comforting to have company and new ideas on what to cook

kyle garrick is a decant cook, though he prefers to bake, which he does every so often, when he went off to the military, his mother gave him a book filled with family recipes. he likes cooking with you, sharing recipes with one another. he's not an early raiser so you're in charge of breakfast.

simon riley can not cook and should not be allowed in the kitchen unsupervise, he will burn down your kitchen. he is, however, very much willing to learn how to cook(& how to not burn water) he really likes cooking with you and considering his love language is quality time it does a lot to strengthen your bond

john mactavish is also a decant cook, often is the one to make breakfast, and he always uses the recipes from his family, if you wanted to cook, he would happily let you take the reigns, will help if you need it. he takes cooking with you as an opportunity to fool around a bit, you will always end up with food in your hair

phillip graves is admittedly a very good cook, esspically when it comes to grilling & barbecue, he doesn't usually eat breakfast, if he was hungry he would just have some cereal, though if you happen to start making breakfast, phillip would opt for eating your food instead of cereal, he won't go back to cereal after having your food

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[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

A fate worse than death

Summary:Finding out why your call Death isn't as fun as hearing about it

Type:Scenario: 141 + Los Vaqueros X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

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They were told that you could get your hands dirty. There's been jokes, about how to never mess with you. The people that knew you well watched their tongue and was extra careful around you then anyone else. The people that knew you well weren't scared of Ghost. Price was worried the first time you met Ghost. No one that knew how you fought would spar against you. They should have token the warning. The shadow company knew you, Shepherd knew you, Price, Graves, Alejandro, Laswell, All the leaders you've met. They knew you. Yet, with all that knowledge, knowing why you were called death they still fucked around and found out. Not Price or Alejandro or Laswell. But Graves. You were called Death, and when you hunted someone down people would tell them "A fate worse than death, is heading your way". You were labed as death and it'd be unfortunate to find out way first hand, not just hearing about it, cause when you hear about it, it's not as scary. It'll give you an imagine or a slight unsettling feeling stuck in your stomach for quite some time. A day. A month. Possibly a few minutes, or hours. Or even just a few seconds. But it never stayed long enough to make you permanently scared of someone, or something. So when watching you stand there, still, quiet, angry. It makes you wonder, what are you about to do. When your as well known as you are why would you just stand there. Some people slowly backed away, like Price and Alejandro. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap watched from their sniper positions. Rudy followed Alejandro, staying close behind. Laswall was trying to get insight of what's happening from Price. Graves was no where to be seen. But infront of you was a shadow company, holding his gun to your head, pressing to your head actually. You could see his shaking hands and all he could see were two eyes, that would probably be glowing red if they could. Your eyes said everything for you. You weren't happy, especially with a gun to your head. The shadow knew that he had a chance to run, to be safe away from you. But he didn't take the chance. He left it for his teammates who were long killed, him having no knowledge of that of course. Ghost had his scope on the man's head ready to shoot if needed, Gaz was watching a little closer with his sniper rifle same with Soap. Price didn't know exactly what was about to happen but he knew it wasn't gonna be pretty.

"Shoot him soldier!"

The shadow company soldiers shoulder radio went off, it was commander Phillip Graves. Who currently was watching from another place. No where near where the soldier was.

"You have the shot, Take it!"

Graves yelled again that's when the shadow made a grave mistake(get it?) He let go of his gun with one of his hands to respond to his commander. You seen the flick of regret in his eyes as you grabbed his gun, that was now only held by his weaker hand, and yanked it away from him. Instead of shooting him, you smashed the gun as hard as possible in the cheek bone, completely shattering the said bone. He fell back abit grabbing his face, you took that opportunity to smash the gun down on the top of his head, causing the gun to slightly crash his skull, but not enough to damage him to bad. But you didn't stop there. If you did he could have recovered with minor injuries. But no. You continued to smash the gun against his head until he fell all the way to the ground. Now standing over him breathing heavily you gripped the gun and looked at his thigns. Most people would have just killed him, but you? Your like a sloth bear, you inflict the most damage possible instead of killing. You smirked devilishly before repeatedly bashing his thign bone in, his femur bone the most painful bone in your body to break, also one of the strongest. You beat his leg with the butt of his gun watching as it slowly tore itself apart, his bone breaking more and more with every hit, his blood hitting your clothes, skin, shoes, gun, everything. Price covered his mouth horrified at the sight of blood, even though he's been in the military since he was sixteen he's never seen something like this. Alejandro couldn't look away, he didn't want to but it was hard to look away, and Rudy he stood there, gun at his feet, wide eyed as he thought stared. The snipers on the other hand couldn't see what was happening very well. The shadows screams echoed every second across the trees and large rocks surrounding him. You sudden stopped beating one of his legs but kept the gun digged inside of the area where a bone use to be, you looked in the man's eyes and smiled before moving to the other leg. If he survived, he wouldn't live much longer. You repeated the same process to his other leg this time a bit slower, just so he could feel it more. The shadow could feel his bone caving in on the bottom of his thign, he couldn't feel his other leg but he could feel the cold air hitting the inside of both of his thigns. Feeling the butt of the gun repeatedly hit his thign felt way worse than he could even imagine, his leg was turning to mush as you beat it with the steel gun. If you looked at his thigns with any light you'd see the way his muscle, nerves, veins even have caved in, you could see the way his bone broke and shattered due to direct contact. His muscles just looked like raw, boneless, chicken. A slightly brighter pink, covered in dark red blood causing you to not be able to see the pink muscle. The nerves sticking to muscle and bone as it was beaten done and destroyed by you, his viens also latching on to muscle and bone, just thicker and more noticeable than the white thin nerves. You can't see how all the muscles connected due to it being red gooey muse now. The man was only alive due to the adrenaline and pain running through his body. You backed away a bit and dropped the gun, looking at your work you turned your head to look at the three behind you. Price was horrified, slightly shaking, his hand covered his month as a instant reaction. He was like a deer in headlights. Alejandro had to turn around and throw up a couple time due to the bloody sighting. So he was hunched around a pile of puke turning his best to not turn around or puke again. Rudy had snapped out of it due to Alejandro puking. He had to stay strong for Alejandro.

"P...Please"

You turned your head back to look at the man.

"P..please j...just let me-me go..."

You leaned down and grabbed his hair pulling him up to look at you. Tilting your head you looked the shadow dead in the eyes with a look that could scare the devil. And smirked

"And how would you do that? Mm?"

The man only whined in pain as you dropped him. Chuckling you pressed your foot to the shadows head.

"Aww it was fun, but now it's your turn to sleep tight"

You then lifted your foot, bringing it down at a fast paste, the man moved as fast as he could. Grabbing a throwing knife and jabbing it into the sole of your shoe and foot, you let out a scream and you slightly jumped away from the man, causing him to flip himself around and drag himself. Not caring that the grass, the dirt, and small insects along with bacteria was getting into his busted open thigns, getting on his bloodly, beaten muscles. He was basically rubbing the, still intact, muscles and fibers into the disgusting earth below him. Causing infections and sickness to weld up in his opened legs. He thought he was getting far with slowly dragging himself away, but he didn't know or see you yank the knife out of the bottom of your foot. Throwing the knife into the man's shoulder you grabbed the knife ripping it out causing him to stop and scream due go the sudden pain in his shoulder, head dropping into his arm he tried to contain himself, you had other plans. You dropped to your knees, having them planted on both sides of him. Digging the knife slowly into the top of his back, you slowly pulled the knife towards your pelvis. Cutting him open all the way down his back. Once his back was cut open you reached your hands into his and gripped his now open skin, the inside was still tight, feeling the organs pressed against your fingers and knuckles. As quickly and hard as you could you pulled your hands up ripping his skin away from the tightness it was in before. Dropping his heavy skin to the ground you reached both of your hands in and grabbed a rib, holding the base of the ribcage you started to break every. Single. One. Using his screams and crying out as motivation to keep going once you broke last rib you stood up and pulled his head up with your now bloody hand. Laughing hysterically at the pained look on his face as you could tell he was zoning in and out of reality. Dropping his dropped his head and picked your foot up and dropping it down, repeatedly. You crushed his head like a balloon, it popped and blood went everywhere, the surrounding around was covered in blood, in beaten organs, and hungry insects. When you finally stepped away from the body you limped over to the others not daring to look back at the mess you've made. As the bugs start to eat the man enjoying the fresh and large meal, the others couldn't look you in the eye.

"Shall we get going then?"

You asked with a slight smile as you patted Price's shoulder and Alejandro's back you continued on. You four met up with the snipers who were confused. They couldn't see what was happening since the trees and the other three were covering it, Ghost could kinda see what happened since he was higher up then the other two but still didn't really know. So seeing your cover head to toe in someone else blood, a shaky and wide eyed Price, Alejandro covered in his own puked and Rudy holding Alejandro up, being his own source of strength currently. They were confused, very confused.

"Oh my, what happened?!"

Gaz was very worried and alittle scared, hes never seen his Captain so scared before. Soap could only stare at the people who he thought could never be scared. And Ghost was quiet, he knew you did something, not necessarily to them but infront of them, he knew it was because of you.

"Don't worry about it, we all got a helicopter to catch don't we?"

You said with a slight laugh before limping past them to the helicopter lending zone. The snipers were left confused but either way everyone got to the helicopter on time and went back to the base. Meanwhile Graves was staring at a black screen stunned, quite, as white as a ghost. He couldn't believe what he just seen. No, he refused to believe what he seen. It was from that point on no one who was a witness to what you did could look at you without removing that day, you had scared the Captian shitless and was seen as, The fate worse than death.

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[A/n:If I'm being honest it's not as gruesome as I wanted. I hoped you enjoyed]

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[n0cturna1-m3]

Sometimes We Say Things We Don't Mean | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader | Angst with Comfort

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Alcohol consumption, verbal fighting, decent apologies, hangover, hurt/comfort, this is kinda shite, randomly named character that doesn't matter but they needed a name so 🤷🏻

Request; "reader gets super fucking drunk cuz them and ghost had an argument earlier and they dont know what to do and ghost finds them about to pass out and goes wa wa wa and then they wake up and they hug because ghost thought he was gonna lose them"

A/N; I'm sorry this took so long but for the better part of a month i was like "wtf am i supposed to write for the fight" and then went "ohhh, i can search why couples fight". so work it is!

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Y/N leaned against Ghost as he cooked dinner, a comfortable silence between them. He had come home from a long mission, not more than a week ago, and Y/N had missed him the entire time. Now that he was home, they could have gentle moments like this. Ghost could enjoy simplicity in domestic life for a change.

“I like it when you’re home,” Y/N murmured, watching Ghost cook from behind him. His arms were wrapped around his torso as he worked on a soup. “You should stay home more often.”

Ghost’s stirring faltered and he stiffened under Y/N’s embrace.

“I…” He started, grabbing a bowl of mixed spices from beside the stove, “Price informed me about something going on in Eastern Europe… They leave on Tuesday.”

Y/N moved to rest his chin on Ghost’s shoulder, side-eyeing him. “What do you mean by that?”

He didn’t respond, simply swallowing down the uncomfortable feeling in his throat when Y/N pulled away from him to lean on the counter and face him.

“No, don’t ignore me,” Y/N demanded, staring at Ghost, who avoided eye contact at all costs.

“He asked me to go with him and the Task Force to-”

“No,” Y/N cut him off, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean ‘no’, you aren’t going.”

“What makes you think you have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“I don’t, it’s just,” Y/N stared at his socks as he grew aggravated. “You’ve been home for 5 days. You would leave in, what day is it… Sunday? In one day?” He asked, glancing at Ghost. He had turned off the burner and pushed the pot onto the back burner to settle, turning to face Y/N.

“Yeah,” He responded curtly.

“You think that’s okay? Just, being gone all the time?”

“It’s my job.”

“Well, yeah, I get that, but you can turn this one down. You can spend some more time with me. Price didn’t give you an order or anything, right?”

“That’s not how that works and you know it.”

“I know…” He sounded dejected, embarrassed even. “I just… I miss having you here…”

“I know, but I have to do this.”

“Why?!” Y/N shouted, startling Ghost, who jumped at the sudden noise. It wasn’t often that Y/N would yell. He was rather soft-spoken and understanding, so it was almost scary to see him so upset. “Why can’t you be here?! Just for a few more days, that’s all I want!”

“I-” Ghost choked, eyes scanning Y/N’s face.

“I’m sick of it! I hate you leaving me for weeks on end, months, even, and once you come home it’s- it’s all you talk about! Work! I hate it!” Tears beaded in his eyes as he screamed. “I just- I want you, Simon!”

Ghost stared at him speechless. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to articulate a sentence, for the right words to say that would soothe the ache in Y/N’s heart. Nothing could come to mind.

“You said it was okay when we started dating,” He said, eyes dark. Y/N scowled, hot tears falling from his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“This wasn’t what I signed up for. Being neglected.”

“Neglected? Are you kidding?”

Y/N huffed. “It’s not my fault that I feel like y- you love your job more than me.”

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. It always is, isn’t it?”

“S- Stop it! That’s not wuh- what I meant-”

“No, but it’s what you thought. Listen, I like what I do. You can suck it up and deal with it.”

“I- I know you do, I just-”

“Stop stuttering, for fucks sake!”

Y/N choked out a sob and felt his knees wobble. He puffed out his bottom lip slightly and stared at Ghost with a hurt look. When Y/N was anxious, he would stutter. Ghost knew that he was insecure about that.

“I-” He paused so that he could sound out every word without stumbling over them. “I hate you.”

Ghost twitched, hands flexing around nothing.

“Then leave,” He said without thinking. Y/N whimpered and shoved past Ghost before he could process the words that spilt past his lips.

By the time he did figure out what he said, the front door had slammed shut and Y/N’s coat was gone, his house key still on the hook. He took a shaky breath and walked to their shared bedroom to lie down and cool his head. Maybe a walk would help Y/N regain his thoughts.

“And then- he- he made fun of me,” Y/N sobbed, choking on tears while he drank a beer. “Then he told me to leave.”

“Oh, my god…” The bartender murmured. She was one of Y/N’s close friends, and he always took the bus to get to her bar when he was upset. “What a cunt!” She exclaimed. “I can’t believe you’re dating that bastard!”

“Ally, gimme a scotch,” He said before finishing his beer. “And another beer.”

That went on for some time. Drinking and sobbing and ranting, Ally listened to every word with a comforting presence.

“Do you think…” Ally turned her head from where she was fixing someone a pint of Guinness, “that it’s my fault?” Ally turned back to the glass, placing it down so it could settle, before walking over to Y/N again.

“Maybe a little,” She said, reaching out to wipe his cheeks with a towel that was in her apron. His face was burning hot, and his eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Y/N cried harder at her words, and she continued to wipe them off his face. “But you came from a good place. You should talk to him with a level head.”

Y/N looked at her with snot running down his nose. “He hates me.”

“No, I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, darling.” She walked back to the Guinness to fill it the rest of the way before handing it to an older gentleman who took it with a smile. Y/N watched her as he felt the beginning of a migraine seep through the back of his skull, creeping into his brow bone and making the back of his eyes ache. Beer doesn’t substitute water well, especially when you’re expelling all of it through your face for hours on end. His eyes drooped and his head felt heavy, so he went limp and let his forehead smack against the bar.

“BloodyJesus!” Ally jumped, glaring at Y/N. Her gaze softened at his pitiful figure: an odd bloke, drunk off his arse, sobbing in the furthest corner of the bar. It was a miracle he hadn’t thrown up yet. “Christ, don’t you dare blackout in my bar, Y/N.”

Ally’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and she fished it out to check the caller ID. ‘Simon’. She huffed and picked up, pressing it to her ear and being met with a very frantic Ghost.

“Have- Have you seen Y/N? We had a fight, he left and I- He hasn’t come home yet. I’m worried,” He said. He sounded close to tears if they weren’t already falling. A thick frog in his throat was making him choke on his words.

Ally sighed and looked at Y/N, who had managed to lift his head and reach for his unfinished beer. She smacked his hand away and grabbed the glass. “I’ve got ‘im.”

���Fuck, thank god. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“What? It’s a 20-minute drive, how the hell are you… He’s hung up on me,” Ally groaned, pocketing her phone and dumping the beer in the sink. Y/N whined at the sight but didn’t audibly complain. Not in English at least.

“Gimme another,” He slurred, leaning on one of his arms. Ally shook her head and tended to another customer, fixing him a glass of whiskey and setting it in front of them.

She glanced at the front door when it burst open not 10 minutes later, slightly peeved at the sudden loud intrusion, and more so at the fact that it wasn’t a regular. Her eyes softened, however, as she saw that it was Simon. He was frantically scanning the room, noticing Ally and rushing over to her before seeing Y/N, utterly ossified and nearly asleep.

“You get this drunk out of my pub,” She said. He nodded and wordlessly helped Y/N up, wrapping an arm around him before deciding that he would fare better at bringing him home by lifting him up. Ally watched as Ghost lifted Y/N up onto his back with ease, piggybacking him.

“Thank you,” He said quietly. Ally shook her hand and shooed him, desperate to get this show out of her pub and back onto the streets where it belonged. As the door closed behind Ghost, one of the men sat at the bar looked at Ally with a confused face.

“What the feck was that holy show?” He asked, leaning forward as if it were a secret.

“Two very sad man-children.”

Y/N woke up in bed with a hangover feeling entirely shattered. He groaned and shrank back under the blankets, burying his face in his pillow to avoid the blinding morning sun.

“Oh my god…” He whimpered, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingers and groaning again. He heard the bedroom door open, but couldn’t will himself to look over to see who it was.

“Good morning,” Ghost said, walking beside the bed and setting a cold glass of water on the nightstand with 3 Dexibuprofen and a Lucozade Sport. “For your hangover.”

Y/N poked his head out of his little cocoon to look at Ghost, who was now crouched down to be eye level with him, his eyes welling up with tears at the stupid, sorry look on his face. Y/N reached out his hand and cupped his face, rubbing his stubbly cheek with his thumb. Simon leaned into his touch, eyes glossy as he looked at Y/N.

“ ‘M sorry…” Y/N whispered. His head was throbbing, but Simon was here in front of him and that was good enough for him. “I don’t hate you…”

“I know,” He responded, cupping Y/N’s hand and moving it to press a kiss to his palm. “You worried me.”

He blinked away his tears and leaned in to kiss Y/N softly, who welcomed it tenderly, holding the back of Simon’s neck. He pulled back and rested their foreheads against each other, gazing into each other's eyes carefully.

“Could you,” Simon whispered, “say that you love me?” His voice cracked at the end, his face reddening slightly with embarrassment as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I love you, Simon,” Y/N said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I love you.”

“Take your pain killers,” He said, pulling away from Y/N so he could sit up enough to drink the pills down.

A wave of relief washed over his face when he swallowed a mouthful of cold water. It felt as though it went straight to his migraine, cooling his brain that was aching. His eyes finally felt like they weren't going to pop out of their sockets.

Simon watched as Y/N began to relax. He drank so quickly that water dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Simon smiled at Y/N with a certain fondness that was reserved just for him. A smile that only he had seen, or one that maybe Soap or Price would see a glimpse of when thinking of him.

Y/N finished the glass and set it on the side table, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and looking at Simon.

“Will you lay with me?” He asked. He looked tired again, and Simon felt tired, too.

“Yeah,” He said, crawling into bed with Y/N and laying with his head on his chest. “I love you.”

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[dawnofh]

Calling 141 by their real names. [Headcannon]

Price

As soon as he here’s anything but ���Captain” or “Price”, you’re good as dead.

Would be a moment of silence before he turns to stare at you directly with a straight face, “What did you just call me, Soldier?”

Will turn to face you with the cigar still in his mouth then take a long drag. The silence is so loud.

His calm yet assertive voice is enough to make a grown man cry.

Respect your elders.

Would definitely death stare you if you did it in front of anyone but if you said it during a mission he’d smack your head then threaten you to keep this off the record.

Expect to be punished, at least 100 push-ups and a scolding should suffice as well as a 2hr lecture about respect then a transition into, “It’s because of that damn phone.”

Does not give two shits if it’s for a TikTok, “You call me Johnathan again and I’ll hang you from a rope.”

In conclusion, don’t fuck around with Price if you’re a Private. You’re asking to get killed, this man doesn’t play around.

However if you knew Price when he was a Lieutenant and was his subordinate, he might just let you off the hook because you’re practically family by now. By default anyone older than him and higher ranked can call him by name.

Even so he’d still be taken back by the fact you’ve said his name so casually. Would only allow you to say it out of work though.

He’s still going to threaten to hang you from a rope regardless.

Ghost

“That’s Lieutenant or Ghost to you, Soldier.”

Angry 6’4 British man.

Say your prayers, homeboy would likely cuss you out and threaten you in his thickest Manchester accent he can conjure up.

Doesn’t need to use intimidation tactics, he is the intimidation tactic.

You’ve heard enough ghost stories about him from your fellow peers. Therefore where you found the balls to call him Simon is beyond you.

Will probably let it slide once but if it happens again he’d either ignore you every time you address him by his name, give you a serious scolding or just stare. Will never get physical with his subordinates or any teammate for that matter unless it’s training.

His stare will 100% make you apologise and refer to him as “Sir” for as long as you are in the military.

Genuinely all this man has to do is stare. His stare speaks louder than words.

He has a major staring problem.

If you two have known each other for years upon years or if you’re higher ranked than him then Simon is fine. Especially if you’re part of 141 or out of work.

Still would stare at you if you call him by name.

Soap

“Only Ghost can call me Johnny.”

Wouldn’t get as upset as Price and Ghost.

Is probably really close and buddy-buddy with his subordinates, especially if he’s the one training them.

Don’t misunderstand and take advantage of his kindness as a ticket to disrespect him. This Scottish hawk will put you in a chokehold if you continuously call him by name.

Likely the type to chase you around base and if not will make you do 50 laps until he thinks you’ve learnt your lesson.

If you’re a sergeant like him, you probably wouldn’t take him seriously, “Oi John, get your ass over here.” “Would it kill you to just call me, Soap?”

You’d make fun of him by calling him different brands of soaps and sometimes your personal favourites “Sergeant Dishwash” or “Sergeant head and shoulders.” Every soap related joke you can think of.

*Upset Scottish noises*

If you’re close with him he doesn’t care, same with out of work but still, don’t call him Johnny. He’d much rather prefer John. Johnny is reserved for Ghost.

Gaz

“Just Gaz will do.”

Total sweetheart but has attitude.

Insults you with his lovely voice and accent, it barely sounds like an insult if he’s not yelling it.

Would reverse uno card by calling you by your name, “Hey Kyle.” “Hi Y/N.”

Gaz is a wild card, depending on his mood, your ranking and how close you two are he might just let it slide, shrug it off or flick you on your forehead.

If he’s salty about you calling him “Kyle” he’ll make an example out of you during training for the other rookies to see. “Today’s lesson, I will be showing you what happens when you address me by anything but Sergeant Gaz.”

Will not go easy on you, your face will kiss the floor. Lesson learnt.

If you two are friends or you’re higher ranked than him then it doesn’t phase him in the slightest.

Pretty chilled and down to earth type of guy. If he gives you respect then he expects the same back.

Extras:

Y/N: Good morning, Johnathan.

Price: *Sigh* We’ve been through this, Muppet. What is my name?

Y/N: Johnathan?

Price: No.

Y/N: John?

Price: Negative.

Y/N: John Price?

Price: We’re getting closer.

Y/N: Captain John Price.

Price: There you go.

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Y/N: Whaddup Simon.

Ghost: I don’t find you funny.

Y/N: Hey Johnny.

Soap: Only Ghost calls me Johnny, you may call me John.

Y/N: Sup Kyle

Gaz: What’s good, Fam.

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[yoitsjay]

(This is a screenshot of the original ask because for some reason my drafts glitched out and instead of editing the tumblr it posted it when it wasn't ready and I had to delete it, so whoever requested this I am sorry! And I hope you read this and like my story!

Cuddle Buddies

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x M!reader

Summary: you and Simon have always had your differences, but the one thing you did have in common was the fact that you couldn't go to sleep without being in each other's arms every night. So, you and him made a habit of cuddling every night.

Warnings: fluff, touch starved? Confessions

Word count: 1621

December had settled in after a long and dreadful November, luckily enough for the soldiers, December was their month off from work. Some soldiers left, Soap went away for a bit to spend Christmas with his family, he had invited you and Ghost but you didn't Really know soap that well so you declined. You had been a recruit for the 141 for about a year before you finally “graduated” in the eyes of the team and became their combat medic. Your family lived all the way up in Northern Canada and you were all the way in London so there was no cheap way to see them, so instead you stayed on base and face timed with your family.

It was the day before Christmas eve and you were on the phone with your mother, it was late, maybe about 11 pm for you whilst it was much earlier for your family as there was a 7 hour time difference. It was just you, Ghost and a few recruits on base so it was very quiet, quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop from another room entirely. So when you heard footsteps approaching your barracks you said some goodbyes To your family and promised to call them for Christmas.

You set your phone down on your night table after the call ended, running a hand through yours freshly washed hair, it had definitely been a while since you really had a good scrub down so the shower you had taken the night before really made you feel good…

A sudden knock on your door broke you from your thoughts and you stood up from your bed, making your way to the door before opening it. And much to your unsurprise it was a recruit. “Sir- Ghost asked me to fetch you, he's in his quarters.” the recruit relayed before walking away. A sigh escaped your lips and you returned back to your bed, grabbing your phone before heading towards Ghosts bedroom.

See, for months you and Ghost teased each other back and forth, at first he was just straight up bullying and you wouldn't react, but as soon as you hit the three month mark of being a rookie, which was typically where rookies bailed, you started reciprocating the same energy back to Ghost and he took that as a personal challenge, so whenever you were around each other you would bicker and insult each other.

However one night during a game of very drunk poker, you had passed out against Ghost and he had taken you to your room to sleep, however you wouldn't let him go, and that started your almost daily routine. When everyone else was asleep Ghost would send a recruit for you or send you a text, and the moment you entered his room you were in his bed. It was nothing sexual, intimate but not sexual. But every night you and Ghost would hold each other, and on bad nights you would cradle him to your chest and tell him stories to make him forget about whatever dream or nightmare had plagued him that night.

Tonight was no different. You were cuddle buddies now, supposedly.

Or maybe it was different.

When you reached his bedroom you had heard some shuffling from behind the door, followed by a grunt and a curse from the British man's lips. You raised an eyebrow, knocking on the door to alert him of your presence. “Ghost? You're gonna let me in or what?” You asked in a joking tone. “Hold on! Wait a minute.” He replied back to you and some more shuffling could be heard before finally Ghost opened the bedroom door a few minutes later. However before you could see what he was doing Ghost tied a blindfold around your eyes. You jolted at the sudden blindness and the larger man let out a soft apology, taking one of your hands in his while his other hand went to your hip as he guided you into his room, making you stand in a certain spot before he closed the bedroom door and came back to you, gently untying the cloth around your eyes.

When you saw what he had done to his bedroom your jaw was on the floor. He had candles lit and strewn about the room, his bed was neatly made (which it never is) but on top of that there was a large tray of your favorite food. But that wasn't even the most shocking thing. Ghost was standing in front of you in just a T-shirt and sweats, he had his Balaclava on of course but no black makeup surrounded his eyes. You could also see the tattoo on his arm alot better and honestly you loved it. You had a few tattoos of your own but not a sleeve.

“Ghost wha-”

“Simon.” He blurted out, his eyes reflecting nervousness almost as he looked at you. His interruption baffled you as you blinked at him once before opening your mouth again to speak. However once again he beat you too it.

“call me Simon. Please.” He muttered to you, clearing his throat before grabbing your hand and leading you to his bed. He sat you down, pushing the tray towards you. He was quiet, more quiet than usual. He always had something smart to say but- not now. “Simon.” You whispered, and watched as he visibly got shivers by you just saying his name. You grabbed the tray of your favorite food, scooping up some of it on a spoon as you took a bite. This wasn't store bought, but homemade.

Your eyes went wide at the realization and you stared at Ghost- Simon. “Did you- did you make this?” You asked him, and all he did was nod. You could see him fidgeting, but he quickly tore your attention away from that as he spoke up again. “If you don't like it you don't have to eat it-”

You quickly interrupted him before he could say anything more, shaking your head. “No Simon it's delicious. I cant- I can't believe you remembered me ramble about this dish- how did you even find the recipe?” You asked, taking another bite from the dish, well- more than one, you were absolutely devouring this dish. “I uh- I found your moms Facebook and I contacted her for the recipe. She's a very kind woman- gave it to me immediately…” He trailed off, watching as you devoured the meal.

You finished it quickly, placing the food tray on Simon's bedside table before turning to him again. However instead of saying anything you pulled him into a crushing hug. Which he actually reciprocated. “Thank you Simon.” You whispered.

You don't know why he had done all of this for you, but as you and him lay down together and you rest your head on his chest, you can hear just how much his heart is racing, even hearing it skip a beat when you adjust your hand or touch his chest. Was he sick? You had no clue.

Silence filled the room, it wasn't comforting, no the way Simon was acting, or more so how he wasn't acting was off-putting. So you abruptly sat up, shifting your body so you now sat atop his lower abdomen. You stared down at him into his widened eyes, and you huffed. “Spill it Riley, what's got you so weird today? Are you sick or something?” You asked him, leaning forward as you placed your hands on his face to try and feel if he had a fever or something. Simon then grabbed your wrists, keeping you in place as he stared up at you, but in one swift motion you were on your back and he was on top of you, his face extremely close to yours, Close enough to feel his breath filter through the mask and fan across your face. It smelt like mint, and chocolate. “Simo-”

you couldn't even blurt out his full name as he pulled the mask up over his nose and he kissed you, moving his hands from your wrist to your hips instead. You were in shock, eyes wide and lips somewhat Agape. He pulled away after a few minutes, his expression now worried that he pushed you too far. “Y/n?” He called out your name, squeezing your hip gently.

You blinked once… twice… you looked up at him as you licked your bottom lip, taking the remnants of whatever lip chap he had on. You sucked in a deep breath, moving your hand up to his bare cheek. He flinched slightly, but didn't pull away as you gently felt the lower half of his face, your hand traveling to the nape of his neck where you rested your hand there for but a moment before pulling him against your lips again, reciprocating the kiss that he had given you less than a minute ago.

Simon melted into your touch as he held you and kissed you, hundreds of bottled up feelings smashing into you like the dam that held it all in broke. After a few moments he pulled back, staring into your eyes. No words needed to be said, and this time he got comfortable beside you with his face pressed to the crook of your neck, his mask was still up over his nose, which was good enough for you.

His arms around your waist, his face against your neck and the feeling of his hot breath against your skin, combined with the food you had ate had started to make you sleepy. And within moments you had drifted off with Simon following suit.

Cuddle Buddies indeed.

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[xo-urban]

ehe may I request an x male reader for Ghost?

Ghost x Male reader where male reader is a medic who is really gentle with people's wounds and quick on his feet, but is secretly hella aggressive?

One day the team is compromised when a mission fails and are surprised to see their medic rawdogging the enemies with just a knife and a pistol.

Had fun writing this! First ghost fic, enjoy! 🫶

Surprise Me, Pretty Boy

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Medic!Male Reader

Summary: Everyone knows that gentle you patching people up after getting hurt, but desperate times call for desperate measures and you have chosen violence.

Warnings: Violence

Word count: 412

You were Task Force 141’s medic, you were like a walking first aid kit, trained to work on the battlefield with chaos all around you. You had this gentle touch when helping others, yet you worked quickly and efficiently. It's what you’ve been trained to do from the day you joined the military.

Right now you were patching Ghost up after the two of you barely made it out alive from Grave’s men. You worked quietly, cleaning up Ghosts scratches and minor wounds.

“You aren’t doing too hot doc.” Ghost murmured lowly, watching you work for a bit, glancing back at the environment that surrounded the both of you in a bog of darkness. “Tired and winded, but I’ll make it out alive” You reassured in a soft whisper.

Ghost nodded, eyes widening at the snap of branch ruined your moment. You both tensed when you heard more than just one pair of footsteps heading towards your direction from all around. “Shit!” You cursed, finishing up Ghost’s last wound that you were tending, “Let those bullets fly Ghost!” You stood quickly, pulling him up as he grabbed his rifle with a huff, shooting as many enemies he could as they came into view.

“Keep them off our trail!” You commanded, pulling a pistol out of its holster, clicking the safety off as you unpocketed your beautiful knife in all of its glory. You were never known for violence, but desperate times need some way out.

You saw them approach, aiming their guns at you. You fired your gun, emptying bullets to their skulls with a damn near perfect aim. You threw your knife at a man, going straight into his throat, blood spurting from his mouth as you reloaded your gun in the process. You tossed the empty round to the ground, sliding over to the corpse you just killed, grabbing your knife from his throat as you kept on running, clearing a path between the enemies and bodies.

“Here!” You called as Ghost quickly followed you into a truck. You both hopped in, Ghost settling in the driver's seat. “You are full of surprises.” Ghost chuckled as he began to drive as the truck roared to life. “Expect to see more in the future darling” You smirked, “I’ll be waiting any day love” Ghost spoke, tone light and easy. You looked over at him, his eyes scrunched up like a soft smile was formed under that mask.

“Surprise me, pretty boy.”

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[lazycats-stuff]

Can u make a part two to the werewolf fic u made it was soo good ! and i would like to see where it leads :)

If it's the COD werewolf, sure thing. Also, here is my favorite Scot. Is it just me or is a Scottish accent just so... Well, it's my favorite. PART 1

Summary: (Y/N) deals with the fact that he is a werewolf.

Warnings: missions, violence, death and all the stuff that goes with the COD, human experiments

It has been a couple of weeks since (Y/N) turned into a werewolf. He still wasn't used to his senses and he is strength, but he was working on it. The team was very supportive of him and tried to help him in their own ways.

He still wasn't cleared to go on any missions, but he didn't mind it. It was nice to have some down time for himself. He spent time resting, working on little things and on the weekends he would go off the base.

It was a nice change of pace. The team still went on missions and it was to be alone, but he did miss them. They talked over the phone a few times, but those were brief conversations.

He always wanted to have everyone together. That was one of the things that worried him when he started feeling that. It wasn't something he thought about before. It was nice to have the team together, but it wasn't this strong.

(Y/N) thought it was his wolf side. Either way, he liked it when the team was here on base. Ghost was his favorite. There were times when he just had to change into a werewolf and Ghost had a bed big enough for the both of them.

Soap was a little bit afraid due to his fear of the dogs, but he liked (Y/N). The werewolf knew that and he respected Soap's boundaries. If he was in his werewolf form, he was far away from Soap. But Soap was slowly getting over his fear.

Gaz was the one who liked the wolf form the most. Gaz is a dog lover and if they had the time, in secrecy of course, he would play with (Y/N). Fetch, running, whatever came to mind.

Price and Ghost are like those dads that are like, he is not allowed on the couch, but they end up on the couch anyway. And he kind of became a therapy dog for Ghost. More so, he became a therapy dog for the entire team.

All in all, it was nice.

(Y/N) was buzzing excitement. He was finally clear to go on missions! He was just so excited! He hugged Price when he gave him the news. Price just patted him awkwardly on the back. The team celebrated with some alcohol.

" We missed you. " Gaz said as they were in the bar.

" I know you did! You missed my sarcasm! Admit it! " (Y/N) said, turning to look at the others. Ghost didn't react and the others just sighed.

" I swear to God, I will bench you (L/N). " Price said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

" You won't. You missed me a lot. " (Y/N) said, laughing at the sigh he got in return.

" Well, we have some news. You know that target, in Al Mazrah? " Price started, watching (Y/N)'s reaction. (Y/N) nodded, it was a terrorist cell that they destroyed.

" Well, they are back at it. And the last target? They had connections with him and we think that they are doing some sort of experiments on people. And they might have been responsible to that wolf that bit you. "

(Y/N)'s funny and happy demeanor turned sour. He looked down at his drink and frowned.

" So, we have a location, but it isn't confirmed just yet. We have to waiting another day to get it, but we believe that this is it. I still don't get why they are still alive... Bastards. " Price said, cursing to himself.

" Tomorrow we will get the location and you can go with us. " Price said, making (Y/N) nod. So the wolf that bit him was probably an experiment.

" You alright? " Ghost asked in his gruff voice.

" Not really. I'm thinking about that wolf that bit me. He was probably an experiment too. " (Y/N) said, gripping his forearms tightly. He tried not to think about the fact that he was lucky.

Price just patted his back in solidary and comfort. John also thought about it, just how lucky (Y/N) was. Or unlucky depending on your point of view.

" Well, we are going to shut them down, once and for all. " Johnny said, clearly trying to bring more positive environment to this booth.

" I wish I had you enthusiasm Johnny. I really do. " (Y/N) said thoughtfully, taking a last sip of his whiskey.

Silence fell down across the booth. It was obvious that (Y/N) was shaken by the fact that there were human experiments. Maybe that wolf that bit him was free now.

" Well, lets go back to the base. We need to make sure we are rested." Price said, trying to lift the mood up.

It was too late.

(Y/N) and the others waiting to get land. All of them geared up, armed to the tooth. (Y/N) wasn't sure how to feel about this. On one hand, they need to be stopped. But at the same time, what are they going to find?

Will he have to shift and kill someone as a wolf? He looked down at his lap for a moment, clenching his fists. It was going to be fine. The team was here and they were going to help.

It was going to be fine.

The helicopter stopped and the team stepped out. Alaska was fricking cold and he just wanted to get warm. They had a plan and they were going to stick to it.

(Y/N) used his super senses to stop his team.

" I hear two of them in there. " (Y/N) whispered, listening more. " The lab is underground and one of them have the code to enter it. " (Y/N) said, cocking his rifle.

" We need them alive them. " Ghost said, getting ready to get in.

" Yup. " (Y/N) said, watching as Ghost kicked the door in.

Ghost was quick to take them down, but keep them alive.

" I need a code for the lab underground. And I will leave your hands hands attached to your bodies. " Ghost said, grabbing the arms of the guards. After some more pressure, they gave it up.

(Y/N) punched it in and he when he entered, he nearly threw up. He watched people under the sedation and there were people who were mutated, but not fully... They looked like they were mistakes.

(Y/N) couldn't go on.

" (L/N), what is going on? " Price asked, worried about his youngest member.

" I can't go on. I feel sick. " (Y/N) said, moving back to lean on the wall.

" I will call Laswell to clean this up. " Price said, patting (Y/N)'s shoulder.

(Y/N) nodded. He will really kill them.

" Now we have evidence to put them behind bars... We should have killed them off. " Soap growled, watching the people. Ghost and Gaz checked out the rest of the lab. It was all clear.

" Is he okay? " Gaz asked.

" I'm fine Gaz. I'm just... I don't know. It's weird to see all of this. " (Y/N) said.

" I know. We are going to help them out. " Gaz said, patting (Y/N)'s shoulder.

(Y/N) knows that. But maybe death is better thing for them. (Y/N) shook his head. No, that's not a great mindset to have. They will help them.

#john price x male reader #johnny soap mactavish x male reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x male reader #gaz x male reader #modern warefare 2 x male reader #modern warefare ii

[xmalereader]

Simon Riley X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Here is my first Simon “ghost” Riley shot! Now, I didn’t play this game but do have some knowledge of it…since I did research on his character and everything like that but either way, hope you enjoy and sorry that it’s short!

Summary: Simon is finally at peace and trying to move forward with his life without thinking about death and war. He moves to a new town where he visits a bakery owned by a very persuasive owner.

Warnings: Fluff, domestic ghost, Simon Riley, change of views, reader is a dilf, single parent, mention of abuse, past abuse, slight flirting, bakery AU, Ghost deserves a break.

Word count: 2.2k

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Simon had lived his life in fear.

Fear of his own father and fear of his own future. When he joined the task force 141, he didn’t think that he’d accept his teammates as close friends, people that he grew protective whenever they were in missions together. His bond with Jonny deepened during their time together, allowing himself to open up a little whenever he was around the other or whenever they had time. After spending majority of his life in the special forces he didn’t think that he’d finally give himself a break. To sit down and relax, not having to worry about the bloodshed and the worry of losing anyone else.

When he first made the decision of giving himself a break and returning back home he has grown restless and uncomfortable by the sudden change. He didn’t see himself having a domestic life, used to the violence and death that surrounded him. He was still cautious whenever he walked the streets, head low and face hidden. No matter how many times he told himself that he was free to remove his mask he couldn’t find it in himself to do so. He insisted on keeping his face covered, hiding from the public’s eyes until he felt comfortable at the new adjustment in his life.

He first started with his new place, settling in and making the place comfortable and to his liking, after he created his own routine. Giving himself time to adjust to the new changes of his life, having no plans to return back to the task force. If he was ever told that he was needed back he wouldn’t hesitate to do so, but deep down inside he knew that he deserved this break and that they’ll have to rely on someone else’s help.

During his time back, he’d given himself the opportunity to roam the area. Spotting a few families here and there, minding their own business as he walks down the street. He didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings until he reached the end of the road, going around the corner to come face to face with a small ship, tucked away. He takes notice of the empty shop even though it was clearly open, allowing the public to enter whenever they please. Simon doesn’t know what lures him into the shop but upon entering he’s hit with the strong scent of yeast and coffee beans, even though his mask he’s able to smell the mixture of both scents.

He’s standing in the empty shop, eyes roaming the place as he takes in the interior of the place before his eyes land on a young man, his back facing him as he hums softly to himself. The shops music plays in the background, soft piano keys playing as the man behind the counter sways side to side, focusing on their own task, clearly not taking notice of their new customer. Simon doesn’t wish to interrupt and decides to sit in one of the empty tables, leaning back in his chair as he glanced at the man every few minutes before turning his gaze out the window, watching the world go by.

It wasn’t until a cup of tea is set in front of him, snapping his attention towards the man who was standing behind the counter now standing next to him, silently serving him some tea. Their own eyes focused on the warm liquid being poured into the small cup, soft smile on his lips as he holds the kettle up and away once he finished pouring the tea.

“I didn’t order tea.”

The young man shifts their gaze towards Simon, looking into his brown eyes as they smiled. “I know.” He simply says, stepping away from the table. “It’s on the house.” He adds before leaving Simon on his own and continuing on with their own business, returning behind the counter as he cleaned up the counter and focused on completing the bread he was baking. The man didn’t cower away in fear like most people would, instead he served Simon a drink, gave him a soft smile and returned back to his own tasks.

Simon didn’t say a word after their small interaction, watching him in silence as the man behind the counter finishes with their baking, placing trays of bread and cookies inside an oven as he sets a timer and cleans up the counter in the meantime. Simon doesn’t touch the tea nor does he drink it, not comfortable enough to remove his mask or to at least lift it up in order to take a small sip. He didn’t know why the man was being kind with him or what his motive was. He stares at the warm cup of tea in front of him, frowning under his mask as he stares at his own reflection. Before he could reach out and touch the warm cup, the door to the shop is shoved open.

A teen rushing inside as they apologize frantically to the older man who can only smile and provide them reassurance. Simon doesn’t stay long and is standing from his seat and leaving the shop before its crawling with people. When he arrives back to his place he grows curious of the place and does some research, finding out that the owner of the bakery was the same man who served him tea. The bakery was popular around the area and many came to visit during certain hours of the day, Simon doesn’t return back to the bakery until a week later.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was slowly setting and the streets were slowly dying down. People were making their way back home from work or visiting friends and eating out together. When Simon entered the bakery he expected the place to be empty, ready to clean up and close for the night. Instead the tables near the windows were full with teenagers who have finished their classes for the day, sitting and drinking their coffees along with eating the pastries that the bakery provided them. Simon huffs to himself, shifting his gaze towards an empty spot near the far corner of the shop. He makes his way towards the table and takes a seat.

It doesn’t take long for a teen wearing an apron to approach him. “Welcome, would you like something to drink? Something for the cold weather?” He asks, hands behind his back as he stares down at Simon. The older man clears his throat, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll have some tea.” He answers.

“Anything else?” The teen questions.

Before Simon could say anything else he hears the door behind the counter open, revealing the same man from a few days back exiting the back with a tray of cookies in hand. He stood tall, wearing a brown turtle neck with a black apron around his waist as he focused on restocking the cookies behind the counter, smiling softly to himself, unknown by the eyes staring at him. It wasn’t long until the teen leans over to cover Simons view of the man. The teen frowns at him and raises a brow. “No offense but, please stop staring at my dad.”

This gets Simons attention. “He’s your dad?” He questions, looking over the teens shoulder to give the other man behind the counter a quick look before looking back at the teen. “A bit young to be a father.”

“Adopted—not that it’s your business. But I’ll get you your tea.” The teens voice is full of venom, causing Simon to snicker at his attitude as he watched him walk away. He watched as the teenager grumbled to the other man, whispering harshly to him but the other man stays quiet and listens intently, letting the teenager ramble on as they worked together.

“Fuckin’ stupid machine—!”

“That’s enough.” Y/n frowns, turning to face his son as he snatched the kettle from his hands. “You’ll break the machine and if you break it. I will remove the pat from your check.”

“You can’t do that!”

“My bakery my rules.” Y/n points a finger at him in warning, getting a pout from the teen as Y/n focused on making the tea. The two are quiet for a few minutes until the teenager breaks the silence. “He’s back.” He whispered, nodding towards the corner where Simon sat on his own. Y/n doesn’t look up or pay much attention. “And? He’s a customer and we do our job. If he scares you then suck it up.” He grins, finishing up the tea and handing him the drink. “If you are scared I can take it to him.”

“No way, he sounds like an asshole and wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Really?” This gets his attention, finally looking over his shoulder to stare at Simon. The masked man stared back at him, his brown eyes staring deep into his own as he blushed softly before looking away. “Well—“ he clears his throat, taking the tea with him. “Why don’t I introduce myself?” He smirks.

His son groans. “Please don’t flirt.” He pleads while watching him walk away with tea in hand and approaching Simon. “Didn’t think I’d see you here again.” He admits, setting the cup in front of Simon as the other hums in response. “I could say the same.”

Y/n chuckles. “Oh! I also want to apologize for my sons behavior—didn’t think I could hear him when the place is very small.” He let’s him know, not wanting to offend or upset the other man from his sons attitude or perhaps sarcastic wits. “He speaks his mind sometimes and it can get some people upset by what he says.”

“Nothing he said offended me—he was just keeping an eye out for his father. Which I think is far too young to be one.” Simons finger grazed over the rim of the cup, tapping his point finger against the handle and having a feel of the warm cup in hand. “Are you—?”

“His father? Yes, by blood? No. But I don’t see him any less.” Y/n responds back with a smile. “I adopted him at a young age, single parenting isn’t easy but the poor kid had a rough life. Lived in the streets at a very young age, parents weren’t so great.” He mumbled, eyes full of sorrow as he remembers the first time he found the kid alone in the streets, holding a worn out blanket and wrapping it around his shivering body. He sat outside his bakery during earlier hours, y/n always gave him a warm meal without making the kid pay anything. He’d grown used to the kid visiting him everyday that when he suddenly went missing he grew worried and anxious, even though the kid wasn’t his he still saw him as family.

Y/n later found out that the kid was living in a abusive home, both parents not caring for the child as they threw him out and forced him to live in the cold weather. The baker didn’t hesitate to make things right, getting the proper people involved and finally taking the kid under his wing, adopting the kid from his abusive family and giving him the home and love that he needed. Even though his son was protective he was still a kid at heart who was healing from his past. He shakes the memory away and provides a soft smile to the other. “Besides, he’s a great kid.”

Simon was staring at him, smiling softly under his own mask as he agrees. “I bet he is.” He muffled out, taking in the other man’s warm presence. He didn’t think that someone so young would own a bakery, let alone one not too far away from where he lived now. “What’s your name?” He finally asks.

“Y/n and your’s—if I may?” Y/n raises a brow with a grin on his face.

Simon opens and closes his mouth, not comfortable enough to reveal his name and decides to stick with his code name. “Ghost.”

“Ghost?” Y/n repeats the name, chuckling to himself and decides not to question it. “Very well, ghost. It’s nice to meet you. I wish I could stay and continue our conversation but classes end in ten minutes and the place will be packed with university students.” He checks the watch on his wrist, taking notice of the time. He’d have to finish up the rest of the cookies if he is too sell them all today and perhaps give a few freebies if the students get lucky enough.

“At this hour?” Simon didn’t think that students would still be in class at such a late hour. “You’d be surprised.” Y/n’s place was always packed during this hour due to students leaving class with empty stomachs and finding their way to the bakery or to find a comfortable and warm place to study. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. It was nice meeting you, hope we met again.” He gives Simon a nod before rushing towards the back.

Simon watched him disappear in the back, chuckling softly and turning his gaze towards the cup of tea that Y/n provided for him. Simon wasn’t one to stay in one place for too long, but perhaps he’d give this town a chance and continue visiting the bakery.

#male reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x male reader #ghost x reader #modern warefare 2 #Simon Riley x male reader #Simon Riley x reader #baker series

[chxrrylime]

Could we get some Daddy Soap or Ghostsoap x reader aftercare HCs?

Why not a little bit of both? ♥

Ghost x Soap x M!Reader ↪ 938 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader, cis male dominant daddy Soap, cis male dominant Ghost, daddy kink, aftercare, praise, and degradation.

Soap

The first time you call Soap daddy is purely an accident. He’s balls deep inside you, hips rocking hard and making you see stars. Your cock’s trapped between your stomachs, and the divot of his abs is a small, sweat-slick valley that stimulates you just right. 

You’re so close to coming, clawing at his shoulders and making him groan. He bites down on your shoulder and you cry out the word instinctively.

You’re absolutely mortified when he pauses for all of a second before bursting out laughing.

That couldn’t be a good reaction, right? He was going to laugh at you and kick you out of bed for being a weirdo—send you and your daddy issues packing.

You freeze up at first before trying to push him off of you. Trying to get away and hide—try and preserve what bit of pride you have left, if any. But he catches your flailing wrists easily, shushes you and tries to get you to calm down, pinning you to the bed.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright, lad,” he coos, soothing you down, his big hands gliding across your shoulders, petting through your hair. His face goes from serious and concerned to a mild smirk before, “daddy’s gonna take care of you, huh?”

You blush, biting your lip with a frown as you try to turn and press your face into the pillow, the eye contact flooding you with stinging embarrassment. Soap just hums, caressing your cheek. He’s still hard inside you, and rocks his hips ever so gently, making you whimper.

“S’okay, baby boy. This is what you want, yeah?” You nod and he tsks at you, making you flinch, worrying you answered wrong somehow.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes, sir—daddy…” you breathe, and he groans deep and rumbling in his chest.

He fucks you stupid after that, seeing how many times he can draw that word from your lips. He cums and doesn’t even soften and you swear you’re gonna go insane when he keeps fucking into you.

When the both of you finally finish he snuggles up against you. Big spoon. Pets all over your body until your breathing evens out. He apologizes for laughing—didn’t mean it any wrong way, just shocked him is all. 

But he promises you he’s more than okay with it. And even if you had any reason to doubt him, the way he’d managed to rail you twice in a row without pause washes all of those doubts away. 

Obviously, he’s into it.

Ghost

Now, when Ghost finds out about this little development between you and Soap? Well, Ghost has a very specific kink.

The man loves to third wheel the whole daddy thing. Loves to wrap his strong arms around you, chest to chest as Soap rails you from behind, making you cry and moan while Ghost equally mocks and praises you.

“Daddy’s cock feel good, love?”

“You’re taking him so well, right fucked stupid, hm?”

“Always such a fuckin’ slut for daddy, so easy for him.”

“Look so good stretched out on daddy’s cock, baby.”

His deep voice is always like a growl pressed against your ear, and it makes liquid arousal run down your spine, makes you clench tight around Soap’s cock as he rails you.

It affects Soap, too. You can feel his dick twitch and kick inside of you each time Ghost speaks, says daddy in that deep timbre. Can feel the shaky panting breaths against your back as his hips stutter. 

Ghost & Soap

With quickies or post-mission adrenaline induced fucks, aftercare isn’t always a big thing. Sometimes all it is from either of them is a rag produced to wipe off any cum and lube before collapsing into the bed to sleep, all of your limbs entangled and sweaty bodies pressed close.

However, with particularly long fucks or actual sessions and scenes that the three of you have planned or talked out, aftercare is a big thing. Ghost doesn’t always directly involve himself sexually in scenes or even regular sex, but likes to be present and hold either of you, talk you through it. So in cases like that he’s usually the one getting up to get water and snacks and a warm wet cloth to wash you both off with. 

When Ghost does involve himself, trying to get him to do much of anything after coming is a feat in and of itself. You’ve never seen him with his guard so low. He could still throat punch one of you at full strength, sure, but he’s usually eyes closed on the border of sleep and heavy as a boulder.

And so it’s those times that Soap is the one limping out of bed to grab the necessities. Ghost will roll over to hold you in his arms and murmur little praises and jokes in your ear while you wait for Soap to come back.

If you’re somewhere with a tub, Soap really likes to take baths with you after particularly heavy or intense sex. He always makes the temperature of the water somehow perfect—never too hot to burn your already heated skin, but not too cold to shock your body out of its post-orgasm bliss. 

Ghost does not enjoy baths. He’s not that much bigger than Soap, but he doesn’t like how cramped he feels in them.

Instead, he likes to take cold showers after sex. If that’s something you’re into then he’ll hum contentedly when you step in with him, and likes to wash your hair for you. Pulls you flush to his chest if you start to shiver. Kisses your neck with his far too hot lips.

#modern warefare 2 #modern warfare #soap x reader #soap x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #soapghost #mine #smut

[the-whispers-of-death]

Me: Okay, my brain hurts. No more imagines Simon "Ghost" Riley: *staring into my eyes* ..... More Imagines Me: ..Fine...

So imagine here with me: You're a homebody, a recluse (maybe because of your time in the military or maybe you're just a civilian), and Simon is your next door neighbor. You two don't talk, you get all of your groceries delivered and stuff so you don't even go out so you have zero idea about how intimidating Simon can look.

Until he one day knocks on your door and you finally meet him. Maybe he's a mammoth of a man compared to your shorter stature or maybe he's either the same height as you or you're taller, but he still manages to catch your interest either way. He asks you for a screwdriver or a hammer, saying that the neighbor to the other side of him has never given back the hammer/screwdriver he gave the neighbor as a kind gesture and now he needs to fix something in his apartment with a hammer/screwdriver. He says it in a way where there's really no refusing his request, and so you give it to him.

You never except for him to give it back to you but then the next day, you're (pleasantly) surprised when he knocks on the door with a gruff thank you before handing you back the tool he had borrowed. You think that's that and continue on being a recluse, but then he's suddenly knocking on your door every so often, asking for tools (he could just buy a new one, but then he wouldn't have an excuse to see you).

It gets to the point where every time he comes back with the tool to return it, he always manages to worm himself inside the flat, talking to you. You don't mind it, not really, because he listens to all your interests, your ramblings about your favorite books and tv shows. You get so comfortable with him that you accept his offers to cook you a thank-you meal for lending him your tools, even if it means you have to go into his flat for it. And inside his flat are copies of your favorite books and dvd collections of all of your favorite shows so that you keep coming there, because he's not intending on letting you go.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod modern warefare 2 #cod #cod x reader #desi!reader #simon ghost riley x female reader #:)

[gaycragula]

141 x male reader, where the reader is a child that was rescued by 141 and they meet again later 8n life, when the reader is older and the reader recognized them and just fluff and maybe some tears

Refound Family

Pairing: Familial 141 with a male child/young adult reader Word Count: 783 Masterlist I'm sorry if this is kinda formatted weird, it was the first time writing something like it and I really wasn't sure where to go with it </3

It had been years since you’d been pulled from the rubble of your parent’s home and practically nursed back to health. Years since you’d been taken in under the group of men after it was found out your parents did not make it. Since you’d spent just under 4 years with them before you were officially adopted. When you kicked and screamed and cried that you didn’t want to go after they’d all said their goodbyes.

When you initially started living with your adoptive family, it took you a while to actually consider them family. There were many nights where you cried to your parents that you wanted to go back to your dads. Your parents always managed to calm you down enough for you to drift off to sleep and you eventually found yourself considering them your parents, loving them as though they were your biological parents.

You were an adult now. You worked a decent job that let you afford a small apartment for yourself in a nice city. Your parents kept in contact with you, making sure you were in a comfortable position. If you were having a rough time, they were there to help. Whether it be with money or with food, they were always happy to help you.

Speaking of food, you were in need of some so you took a trip to one of the grocery stores in town. You were browsing through the microwavable meals in the freezer section when you heard the voice that made memories surface. You shook your head at first, there’s no way he was here, not in a fucking grocery store of all places.

Then you heard the second voice. That heavy Scottish accent was unmistakable and you abandoned the freezer section to find the source of the voices. They were a couple aisles over from you and when you saw them, you were sure you were going to start crying.

You’re sure they wouldn’t recognize you and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. Your palms were suddenly sweaty and it felt about 3 degrees hotter in the store than it had just previously been. You took a deep breath before approaching the men. 

The oldest of the two, Price, gave you a look as you got closer before his eyes drifted to the small metal tags that rested on your chest and a look of recognition passed through his eyes. It had actually been a gift from them to you. A set of your own dog tags so you didn’t feel out. They’d gotten it custom made and gave it to you for your birthday. You rarely took it off.

Their conversation had stopped by the time you stopped next to them. 

“I know you probably don’t remember me,” you started, rubbing your tags between your fingers out of habit. “But I was the kid-” Your words were cut off with a grunt when one of them pulled you into a tight hug. 

“Aye, we remember ya, lad,” Soap whispers, his voice surprisingly full of emotion. It was what sent you over the edge and you started crying as you hugged the Scot back. It had been years and they still recognized you. 

They took you out to lunch so they could catch up with you. You admitted you had issues getting along with your adopted family for a long while and had cried about wanting to stay with them. You found out they’d actually stayed in contact with your adopted parents and were kept updated as you grew up.

They shared your big achievements and birthdays. Price and Soap got to watch your graduation online (Gaz and Ghost were out on a mission and couldn’t make it). They sent you a birthday card every year, simply signed 141. You had no idea it was them.

You’d thought that once you were fully adopted, they stopped participating in your life and here you were, however many years later, finding out it was the opposite. It made you tear back up again and you had to take a deep breath to keep yourself from crying again. It brought you so much joy to see the men you’d considered your dads for the better part of four years.

You don’t know how long you ended up talking to them but by the end of it, Price and Soap had given you their numbers so you could keep in contact with them.  It felt relieving having them back in your life and you’re sure today was not going to be the last time you saw them. You looked forward to your future meetings. Maybe Ghost and Gaz would tag along.

#family #refound family #task force 141 x child!reader #child reader #fluff #a little bit of crying #male reader #captain price #soap cod #soap mactavish #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #cod modern warefare 2

[hunterbunter3000]

°.Aggressive Lovin'.°

The urge to just sniff these men is indescribable for me and I don't know WHY

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╰┈➤ Gn || Female

°. Reader accessories: No use of Y/n, black reader in mind (anyone can read it!) no use of pronouns just "you", no description of skin or figure, reader wears bangles in Königs

°. Summary.: You show your boyfriend how much you've missed him.

°. Pov.: Second || Fandom.: C.o.D mw2

°. Warnings.: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, chaotic actions, lots of kisses and bites, licking, manhandling your bf, aggressive sniffing, use of pet names: "love", "babe", "der liebling"

°. Word count: how tf do you do a word count-- I'm trying to be like these aesthetically pleasing writers out here that have this but idk how to this I'm SIMPLE

°. Characters.: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gaz, Soap, John Price, König

• Ghost •

"You okay love?"

He asks, sitting on the couch with his legs open. "Mhm. Just missed you." You say, sitting in the middle of him. His eyes are focused on the TV, yet your hard, consecutive kisses on his neck keep distracting him. The tight grip you have on his shoulders makes him chuckle. Like he's gonna vanish again, and you don't want him to. You sniff a couple of times on his neck and then move to his tousled hair, sniffing deeply. Since Simon is quite used to this, he just shakes his head and scoffs out a laugh.

"I can tell."

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• Soap •

"Ya goin' overtime today, huh?" Soap has a smirk on his lips, feeling your lips kiss his ear. The birds chirp in the clear air, singing his return while sitting in a field having a picnic. Your nose flattens against his stubbled skin, sniffing deeply. "Yep. I need to love you lots." You mumble, feeling his shoulders with your hands. He snickers, snaking his hands around your waist. "Not if I can love you lots first!" He says before tackling you down on the ground, shrieks and laugh ring through the air.

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• Gaz •

You both were lying in bed, resting for the day. The loud sniffing on Gaz's cheek and claw grip on his jaw made him whine. You shush him, "Lemme smell you." You kiss his forehead. You begin shaking him back and forth, gritting 'I love you' every so often before snorting his head. "Oh my god." He chuckles, patting your thigh. He grunts when you put him in a head lock. "Please, what'd I do to deserve this treatment?"

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• Price •

"Whatcha doin', love." Price asks with a bit of concern when you lick his forehead. He was in his study, reading a book until you came in. He smiled, opening his arms for you to be in, but you had a different idea; you jumped on his lap and started to sniff his hair with an iron grip on his face. Now you're licking and kissing his forehead. "Loving you." You state matter of factly. He exhales. "I didn't know that loving me consisted of licking and smelling me." You chuckle at him, already knowing that this is a routine you have everytime he comes back. "I missed you alot, baby. Now lemme smell your beard." You move down, now forcefully moving his head up so you can sniff his beard. He scoffs out a laugh, prying your hands off his face and holding them in his own. "I swear you become more of a cat everytime I see you." He teases. You look at him and pucker your lips. It was silent for a moment until you made a sound. "Mrow." "Sweet Jesus, no."

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• König •

"Uhm, liebling? What are you doing?" Even though he misses you too, licking the side of his face seems quite excessive. You climbed on his back, locking your feet around his waist and your arms on his neck while he's cooking food. You smooch the nape of his neck multiple times and hum. "Missing my green giant, babe." He chortles, now hearing you sniffing heavily at his hair. His hand rests on your wrist, thumb now playing with the jingling bracelets on your skin. "Your green giant misses you too."

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